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Orders

The show opens with a scene of backstage to find Bubba J pulling up with a squeal of tires, smoke, and loud Southern Rock. As the music cuts off, the door opens, and a cigarette smoking redneck steps from the truck and towards the door, where four Security Guards are waiting apprehensively. Bubba J looks at them, they stare back as he gets closer.

Bubba J: “Do I really have to say that damn tired overused line?”

He waits, they just stare; pulling out cans of pepper spray, with a word “Super” newly noticed by the camera. Bubba J stares at the cans of Super Pepper Spray and shrugs.

Bubba J: “Boys, we can do this either the easy way or the hard way.”

They get into their toughest formation.
SG#1: “Mr. Gordon gave us strict orders to not allow you into the building.”

Bubba J smiles, raising his eyebrow and spitting on the ground between SG#1′s feet.

Bubba J: “Did he now?… So that means that fat fucker is in the building tonight…”

He rolls his shoulders.

“And that means that one way or another… I’m getting in that building.”

They raise their hands, aiming the pepper spray right at Bubba J.

“It’s your funeral…”

He charges, they spray, Bubba J goes down, punching and kicking them wildly, he’s like a wildcat gone rabid!

{fade}

Fire Wood versus Golden Inferno

The match started out with Phoenix and Jeremy Gold going at it. Phoenix would get the advantage and keep Jeremy in their own corner, utilizing the double team when the referee wasn’t looking. Phoenix would tag in Marvin Woodr and Wood would put the boots and fists to Jeremy. Jeremy then would counter Wood with a rake to the eyes and a small escape opportunity to tag in *Fake* Inferno. *Fake* Inferno came into the match and took it to Marvin Woodr as best as he could, but Wood would counter with an attack of his own and put *Fake* Inferno down with a hangman’s DDT. Wood then tagged Phoenix back in who would go to work on *Fake* Inferno. But, *Fake* Inferno manages to escape Phoenix and tag in Jeremy Gold who gives Phoenix a run for his money in the ring and kept Phoenix down with the The gayest leg drop in history! Jeremy would cover Phoenix and Wood would run in for the save. Phoenix eventually makes a tag to wood who hits gold with the Imperfect Tense. He scores the win.

Winners: Fire Wood

Brass Knuckle Strader, Glass Jaw Figgins

The RPWTron lights up to show Jacob Figgins strutting through the backstage area with a orange in hand. He’s peeling and eating as he walks down the hall, but out of nowhere he’s met with a fist with a nasty set of brass knuckles on.

Linzi: Someone just knocked out Figgy!

Jester Jay: Ten bucks says it was the GM, by.

The camera pans over and the fans give a mixed reaction to see Scott Nash Strader sneering at Jacob Figgins.

Scott: Jacob Figgins, it’s a shame you won’t make it to your match tonight. I guess Corlen will get Virgin Keenan to himself. I mean herself.

Scott laughs as he turns and walks Figgy laying out cold on the ground.

Emily Corlen versus Virgil Keenan

Corlen started off dominating this match in the early going, by demolishing Keenan with constant knee and forearm strikes. Corlen whipped Keenan into the ropes and tried for a spinebuster, but Keenan would slip out of it and take Emily down with a reverse DDT. Keenan would begin his offense finally and take out his frustration on the RxW Boss, hitting her with fists and kicks, finishing off his brutal attack with a soccer kick to the back of Emily’s skull. Emily would be dazed from the move and Keenan would take advantage by smashing Emily into the turnbuckles. Keenan would hit a superplex on Emily and try for a pin, but only get a two count. Keenan would continue his offense with an atomic drop into a superkick combo, going for a pin again. Keenan would only get a two count and begin to argue with the ref. In the mean time, Emily would recover and get back to her feet. Keenan would turn around, only to be met with the Down in Flames. The PWA World Champion makes the cover.

Winner: Emily Corlen

Second 2 None On Cockiness and Destiny
We’re backstage at Aggression, with Second 2 None getting ready for their tag match tonight against Vincent Black and Abbey Graves.

Virus: “How bad do you think we’re going to beat them tonight? On a scale from one to ten.”

Jethro Hayes: “Like one being barely and ten being like what we did to Hardcore Snowfall?”

Virus: “Uh, sure.”

Jethro Hayes: “Probably an eleven.”

Engel laughs.

Virus: “That bad, huh? Well, they certainly are asking for it. They want the table scraps of the rest of the AOWF community to work hard and earn what they get. This is Vinnie’s own doing.”

Jethro Hayes: “You betcha. Not to mention, whether Vinnie was spewing out that same tired bullshit or not, we would have came in and busted our ass to dominate this match regardless. That’s what we do.”

Engel nods in agreement.

Virus: “Fucking Hell. I still can’t believe I lost last night. I had him on the defensive the entire fucking match, I mean I was owning him. I shouldn’t have gotten cocky trying to do that piledriver on the steps.”

Jethro Hayes: “You’re right, you got cocky. TMB made you pay for it. He can do that, when he’s motivated. And clearly, he’s about as motivated as anybody right now to get back on the top of the PWA.”

Engel sighs.

Virus: “I’m really tired of how things are going over there. Might & Magic are doing Rob’s dirty work. That cunt keeps running that place into the ground. Personally, my good sir, I enjoy it over here.”

Jethro Hayes: “I couldn’t agree with you more, but Rob and his two faggot lackeys are going to get their shit kicked in before anything else happens.”

Engel nods again.

Virus: “Don’t worry, I’ll make short work of those two so you can murder them after our match. It’s only fair.”

Jethro Hayes: “Jethro Hayes is about to bring his own version of karma to those two sons a bitches.”

Engel laughs, and Jethro adds a small chuckle as well.

Virus: “You do that, but tonight we add another team to the list of those being fortunate enough to step into the ring with the greatest tag team in recent history and getting destroyed. We keep doing this, we’ll get our shot at Corlen and Stone – the right way, the only fucking way. We’ll take them down, and then we’ll take down whoever gets in our way to becoming two time AOWF Tag Team champions. It’s never been done before, Jethro, until we step up to the plate once more.
Sirus Moran and Grifter – only one time did they have the belts. Now granted, Sirus is already a two time AOWF Tag Champion, but he had two different partners. Then, who can honestly say we aren’t the best tag team in the history of the AOWF?”

Jethro shrugs.

Jethro Hayes: “Nobody?”

Virus: “You goddamn right, nobody. Unless.”

Engel pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. He scrolls through his contacts and makes a call. It rings.

Jethro: “Who are you calling?”

Engel puts his finger up and shushes Jethro.

Virus: “Hey, Simon. Listen, if you and Adrian fought us once more with the AOWF Tag Titles on the line, and we beat you, wouldn’t we be the best AOWF tag team of all time?”

Engel waits for a response, which of course is impossible. Engel nods.

Virus: “Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Uh huh. Thanks.”

Engel hangs up.

Virus: “See, even that bald motherfucker agrees with us.”

Jethro laughs.

Jethro Hayes: “One step at a time, pal. Let’s suit up.”

Cut back to ringside.

Second 2 None versus Vincent Black & Abbey Graves

Graves and Hayes circle each other in the ring. Hayes is moving quicker than usual and Graves is trying to keep her focus. Hayes fakes a collar-elbow lock and drives his knee right into Graves’s gut. Hayes follows up with an axe handle to Graves’s back. Graves falls to a knee and Hayes grabs him in a facelock, taking him up and down with a vertical suplex. Hayes goes into the ropes and comes down with a big leg-drop over Graves’s throat. Hayes feels the momentum and goes into the ropes again. He tries another leg drop but Graves manuevers out of the way. Hayes hits nothing but canvas and grabs his knee for a moment, trying to get up right away. Graves nails Hayes with a right hand, and another. He gives Hayes an uppercut and then follows it up with a big headbutt. Hayes is reeling back and Graves whips Hayes into the corner turnbuckles. Graves follows through with an elbow smash into the corner. Hayes stumbles forward from the impact and Graves takes him down with a running bulldog! Graves goes for a cover…

1…

2…

Kick out!

Jester Jay: And Hayes kicks out right after two, by.

Linzi:: Engel didn’t even make a move to break the pin.

Jester Jay: It’s Abbey Graves, that’s why, by.

Linzi:: Sure Jay.

Hayes tries to get up to his feet, but Graves gives him a kick to the gut. Hayes tries to get up

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again and Graves helps him up, and then slams Hayes’s face into a corner turnbuckle. Hayes stumbles back and Graves jumps up to the top rope. Graves leaps off and tries to take Hayes down with a flying clothesline, but Hayes moves out of the way. Graves hits the mat and does a barrel roll up to her feet, but Hayes is charging! Graves turns around and Hayes nails her with the Plow!

Jester Jay: Good God! The Plow out of nowhere, by!

Linzi: Graves was nearly broken in half!

Graves is on the mat in serious pain. Hayes makes the cover, but Vincent Black is already through the ropes and gets to Hayes before Engel can intervene. Black nails Hayes in the back of the head with a violent kick, but Engel comes flying in with a spinning heel kick knocking Black back through the ropes and onto the apron. Hayes slowly gets up to his feet and Engel springboards off the top turnbuckle and nails a rising Vincent Black with a dropkick which knocks Black off the apron and to the outside.

Jester Jay: OOH, by! Bet Black regrets teaming with Graves now, by!

Linzi: I regret my partner.

Jester Jay: That hurts, by.

Engel looks over at Hayes, who gives Engel the nod that he’s okay. Engel returns to his corner as Vincent gets to his feet on the outside. Graves is finally up to her feet and Jethro makes a move toward her. Graves nails Jethro in the gut with a kick and then takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Vincent Black is furious and he is about to walk over toward Engel to start something, but Graves yells at him to get back in his corner so she can tag him. Vincent hesitates for a moment, but finally makes his way toward his own corner. Vincent hops up to the apron and Graves tags him in.

Linzi: And the first tag of this match is made as Black comes in for Graves to take on Jethro Hayes.

Graves manages to nail a sweet Double arm DDT on Mr. Hayes and Black goes for the cover.
1…

Engel blocks a punch from Graves and nails Graves with a one-two combination, dropping Graves to her knees.

2…

Engel moves past Graves and drops an elbow right on the back of Black’s head and breaks up the count!

Jester Jay: And Engel makes the save, by!

Graves is back up to her feet and Engel turns around. Graves runs at Engel and nails him with a flying forearm. Engel is knocked back into the enemy’s corner and Graves goes to work on Engel with lefts and rights. Engel tries to block some of them but Graves is able to land most of her punches. Graves hip tosses Engel out of the corner and Engel lands right on top of Hayes! Black is up to his feet and grabs ahold of Engel by the head. He tells Graves to go up to the top rope. Graves climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Black’s call. Black puts Engel’s head between his thighs and locks him in a waistlock. He lifts Engel up and onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, but instead of slamming him to the mat, Black uses his awesome strength to hold Engel horizontal and about half-way down to the mat. Black yells at Graves to go for it, but Hayes is back up to his feet!

Jester Jay: Looks a Doomsday Device!!

Linzi: But Hayes isn’t letting it happen as he nails Graves with a right hook!

Black drops Engel on his back and tries to go after Hayes, but Hayes quickly puts Graves in a guerilla press and throws her at Black! Graves crashes right into Black and both go down. Hayes walks over to Engel who’s trying to get to his feet. Engel looks at the damage and then signals to their corner. Engel walks over to their corner and Hayes follows, giving Engel a chance to tag in. The tag is made! The referee is trying to get control by telling Graves to go back to her corner. Hayes grabs Graves by the head and helps her up to her feet. Hayes scoops up Graves onto his shoulder and goes into a run. Hayes leaps forward and instead of falling into a slam, he drops to a knee and crushes Graves’s shoulder!

Jester Jay: A running shoulderbreaker from Jethro Hayes! What a move!

Linzi:: And Engel is flying off the turnbuckle!

Engel moonsaults off the top turnbuckle and instead of a body splash, he nails Vincent with a double footstomp right on the chest! Hayes grabs Graves and throws her out of the ring. Engel gets Black up to his feet and delivers some painful knees to Black’s stomach and chest. Engel shoves Black into an empty corner and nails him with a chop to the chest.

Jester Jay: Engel is smacking the shit out of

Black! Black is down, by!
Black goes down via double Arm DDT. Engel moves to the top rope and leaps up with the Euthanasia as Jethro ‘Plows’ Abbey to the mat as Matt makes the cover.

1

2

3!!!

Maya Kalis: And your winners of this match and still sexiest redneck in RPW and sexiest man in Bermuda…. SECOND 2 NONE!!!!

Eat That

Bubba J walks in the door, the Security Guards prone outside, noticeablly missing some of their pepper spray cans, not to mention that they seem to be balling and rubbing their faces like babies. Bubba J turns back to the guys after he steps through the door, his face covered in the spray residue.
“Oh yeah fuckers… mighta forgot to mention that I’ve been peppered sprayed many times… I’ve built up an immunity to it.”

He laughs.

SG#1: “But Mr. Gordon gave us Super Pepper Spray, just for that reason.”

Bubba J laughs.

“No such thing inept guard #1… he just fucked you over too. But tell you what, you crawl towards my voice and I’ll give you some water for your eyes.”

The guard crawls over, gasping heavily, Bubba J slams the door heavily on his head as he laughs.

“Fucking dumbass… and Gordon thinks he can stop me… fucking dumbass.”

He walks down the hall, looking for Gordon’s office.

“Got to be near the concession stand, that fat bastard ain’t gonna do without food.”

He spots the office of the PIC(Person In Charge), he walks in quickly and is almost out immediately.

“Fucker is gonna die.”

He smiles and heads with a purpose towards Gordon’s office, now that he’s got the location; it is indeed right next to the concession stand. Bubba J walks up to a person frying some fries.

Bubba J: “Hey… hey…”

The fry cook turns, looking shocked that Bubba J is back here and even more so that he’s talking to him.

Bubba J: “I’m supposed to

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pick up Mr. Gordon’s order.”

The cook looks a bit confused, he’s been keeping up with what’s going on.

Fry Cook: “I’m not sure, because he really doesn’t like you.”

Bubba J shrugs.

“Actually I’m here to get him an order, I’m trying to apologize to him and the best way is to get him some of your fries… you know how he loves them, burgers, nachos, and a Pepsi.”

The guy nods and smiles.

Fry Cook: “Coming right up.”

He hands Bubba J the tray.

Fry Cook: “He left his office about five minutes ago, had to check on something out back, but he should be back any moment.”

Bubba J: “I’ll wait on him then… thanks.”

Fry Cook: “Not a problem man, tell him I helped you out.”

Bubba J turns, smiling so that the Fry Cook can’t see it.

Bubba J: “I’ll be sure to give you the credit for the idea.”

The Fry Cook looks astonished, he’s honored and is speechless. Bubba J walks into the office, shutting the door behind him. Immediately the scene cuts to follow him as the tray of food is sat on Larry Gordon’s desk.

“Gonna get that fucker…”

Bubba J pulls down his pants, the camera going fuzzy, and rubs his crotch all over the french fries. He takes the pickle, actually dragging it up and down the crack of his ass… multiple times. He pisses a bit in Gordon’s Pepsi, swirling it around to disapate the aroma and look. Bubba J quickly walks to the door, listening for Gordon’s approach;

Bubba J gets on the phone.

Bubba J(whispering)”He on his way?”

He smiles evily as evidently Gordon is not yet on his way; Bubba J hangs up.

Bubba J: “Thanks.”

He walks back over to the double cheeseburger and once again pulls down his pants and… and… jerks off(his back to the camera) onto Gordon’s burger.

“Eat that!”

He laughs, pulling up his pants after he’s finished, and leaves the office. His phone vibrates.

Bubba J: “I’m fi nished, where is he at? (silence) Ok, I’m outta here. (silence) He’s pissed now… just wait until later.”

Bubba J laughs, hanging up and walking out of the door. Gordon walks around the corner, noticing Bubba J at his door, just waiting; Gordon is pissed.

Gordon: “What in the hell are you doing here?! I told you that you are FIRED!”

Bubba J nods.

Bubba J: “I know, but I wanted to talk to you for a bit and well… I brought you a peace offering; I remember how you love double cheeseburgers, fries, pickles, and a Pepsi.”
Gordon waits a second, a bit taken aback from this nicety.

Gordon: “What are yo u playing at?”

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: “It was the Fry Cook’s idea, he said how much you loved them and I figured it couldn’t hurt to give a peace offering.”

Gordon: “It won’t do any good, you are still fired.”

Bubba J nods.

Bubba J: “I figured as much… but definitely enjoy your food; it was worth a shot.”

Gordon shoves past Bubba J, into his office, and slams the door right in J’s face, who smirks knowingly.

Scene cut in half(one shows Bubba J, the other Larry Gordon sitting down and picking up his pickle.”

Larry bites the pickle, swalling it down after chewing and taking a sip of Pepsi and making a strange face. He picks up the phone.

Gordon: “I think there is something wrong with the Pepsi, maybe the syrup is bad or something… Yes, he brought it to me, told it was your idea, and it changes nothing… he’s still fired.”

Gordon hangs up, swallowing some more Pepsi and eating a french frie.

Gordon: “Mmmmmm, good and salty.”

He eats two or three more before picking up his burger and taking a huge bite. He chews for a moment, before looking down at the burger and noticing that it doesn’t look right. He sniffs the stuff, touches it, then begins to gag before throwing violently up.

Bubba J laughs.

{fade}

Linzi: Welcome Back folks for the Main Event! I hope you all have enjoyed your trip to the can from the last scene!

Jester Jay: Yes, both competitors are in the ring and ready to go, by!

Main Event: Anna Mathews versus Xan Vaxman


Collar and elbow, but El Gringo Vaxman with a roaring elbow smash backs Anna Mathews up. El Gringo Vaxman with a second smash sends Anna Mathews down to one knee. El Gringo Vaxman charges in, Anna Mathews with a fist right into El Gringo Vaxman’s stomach, European uppercut backs him up even further. Anna Mathews dives out with a single leg takedown, but El Gringo Vaxman pounds a fist and forearm into her back sending her down to both knees.

Linzi: Hard knocks early on.

Jester Jay: That’s Vaxman for ya, by.

Anna Mathews shoves up, sending her shoulder into El Gringo Vaxman’s gut before leaping up to her feet to send the sole of her boot into the Canadian’s face. El Gringo Vaxman charges from the ropes, his fists flying and connecting with Anna Mathews’s head backing them both up into the center of the ring. Anna Mathews reaches out, catching El Gringo Vaxman with a wristlock, turning it into a hammerlock. El Gringo Vaxman slaps at his shoulder before reversing it into a hammerlock of his own, releasing to send Anna Mathews down with a bulldog. Anna Mathews shoves El Gringo Vaxman into the ropes. The Canadian comes back with a clothesline, but Anna Mathews ducks under the outstretched arm delivering an elbow to the back of El Gringo Vaxman’s head that staggers him.

Linzi: Anna Mathews standing toe to toe with a former champion here.

Jester Jay: She has been a champion herself, by.

Linzi: True.

El Gringo Vaxman turns around, hip toss from Anna Mathews has El Gringo Vaxman on his back. Anna Mathews with a stomp to the head before hitting the ropes for a leg drop. El Gringo Vaxman rolls out of the way and Anna Mathews crashes on the canvas, El Gringo Vaxman gets up to his knees. Anna Mathews is on her knees and these two begin trading rights and lefts from their kneeling position, but neither is getting an advantage. El Gringo Vaxman with a thumb to the eyes gets him the advantage. El Gringo Vaxman with a big soupbone right, a second big soupbone and Anna Mathews is hurting against the ropes. El Gringo Vaxman with an Anaconda Vise to Anna Mathews has her struggling for air. Anna Mathews to get up to her feet. El Gringo Vaxman turns, right from Anna Mathews, Right from Anna Mathews, a third right from Anna Mathews rocks the fake Mexican. Irish whip into the ropes, back body has El Gringo Vaxman on his back.

Linzi: El Gringo Vaxman goes down hard on his back.

Jester Jay: Anna Mathews showing why she is a consistent wrestler, by.

Linzi: Anna Mathews making a bid for a rematch on Stone.

El Gringo Vaxman is getting back up to his feet, not wanting to stay down for very long. Anna Mathews locks him up, Neckbreaker, Anna Mathews makes the cover.
1

2– El Gringo Vaxman kicks out immediately before the count of two.

Anna Mathews stomps on the face of El Gringo Vaxman before dropping a knee into the middle of his forehead to cause even more damage. Anna Mathews hits the ropes, leg drop across his throat and she hooks the leg again.

1

2

El Gringo Vaxman kicks out still, Anna Mathews is content with the match continuing. She pulls El Gringo Vaxman up to his feet, chop, chop, chop, chop, and the series of chops has the crowd wooing and El Gringo Vaxman reeling. He is in the corner with an extremely red chest. Here comes the Dodo Queen, shoulder block to El Gringo Vaxman in the corner. He manages a few clubbing blows to the back of Anna Mathews who shrugs them off. Anna Mathews climbs the turnbuckle, one fist to the head. Anna Mathews goes for a second, but El Gringo Vaxman counters with a high angle spinebuster that slams Anna Mathews’s shoulder blades into the canvas. El Gringo Vaxman sits there, holding onto his legs, dazed and confused.

Jester Jay: Desperation high angle spinebuster there, by.

Linzi: Did you see the impact of Anna Mathews’s shoulder blades there?

El Gringo Vaxman rolls up to his feet, using the ropes for assistance before leaning on the top rope. Anna Mathews rolls over to his feet, El Gringo Vaxman charges sending him down with a clothesline. El Gringo Vaxman then hits some mudstomps on the IC Champion for good measure and then begins to walk them dry. El Gringo Vaxman snarls as he pulls Anna Mathews up to her feet, right hand to her temple backs him up. El Gringo Vaxman unleashes another right fist backing Anna Mathews into the corner. El Gringo Vaxman with a shoulderblock, a second, and a third has his opponent on uneasy street.

Linzi: Xan is like a man possessed.

El Gringo Vaxman waits for Anna Mathews to pivot around as he lays into her with The Lobotomy Drop! He hooks the leg.
1

2

3!!!

Maya Kalis: Your winner by pinfall, that wannabe Mexican, who is Canadian…. XAN TONTO!!!!!

The show logo appears as we fade out on the laid out Dodo Queen.

Quick Results

Fire Wood def. Golden Inferno

Emily Corlen def.Virgin Keenan

S2N def. Abbey Graves and Vincent Black

Xan Vaxman def. Anna Mathews

Newswire 7-30-2012

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A Puppets Tale

Have you ever seen a happy Seldonganger?

PuppetLisa: I did it. I DID IT!

Well, now you have. This is the life of a puppet. Watch how she swaggers trough the backstage halls. If she had a mouth, she’d be smiling from nonexsistant ear to nonexsistant ear. That hidious laughter is of a plush toy finally getting one up on her human adversaries. The gleam in her button eye glows brighter this day in the heat of victory.

PuppetLisa: Fuck Victory! I killed that place.

Indeed. Now what will you rage about? RealLisa seems to be gone…

PuppetLisa: The hell you think? I’m going to distroy this place next.

PuppetVirgil: Rejoice, mother–*BANG!*

…you bought a GUN?

PuppetLisa: There will always be casualties in war. I’d rather it be on their side.

But isn’t a gun too much?

PuppetGold: Quit hiding my stash, Rupert! *BANG!*

PuppetLisa: On the contrary. It’s not enough.

Hey! I just invented him!

PuppetLisa: No. You just invented this douchebag walking in my way.

PuppetMcNasty: Hi, everybody. I’m PuppetMc–*BANG!*

PUPPETLISA!

PuppetLisa: Soon…very soon, they will learn to fear the Lone Poppet of the Apocalypse! Muahahaha!

Damn. Looks like I’d need an expert.

PuppetLisa: WHAT?!

Oh, nothing. Carry on with your murder spree. I’m going to do something else now.

A Grave Situation

A camera is frantically following someone backstage, but we can’t quite see who, since the cameraman is trying so hard to keep up. Finally, the camera stops in front of Simon Kalis’s door, which is open. The cameraman peeks in to find the office empty, except for one small woman.

Abbey Graves.

Abbey, wearing a pink REBEL t-shirt and jeans, looks towards the cameraman.

ABBEY: Where is Mr. Kalis?

Before the cameraman can answer, she runs past him and into the hallway.

ABBEY: I’ve been calling and e-mailing both Simon and Adrian and no one…”

She quickly turns a corner and runs right into Larry Gordon. She tumbles over while Gordon is knocked back a few steps. He drops a manilla folder that spills papers everywhere.

LARRY: What, watch where you’re going!

Abbey gets up, looks up, and sees who she bumped into.

ABBEY: Oh, uh… Mr. Gordon… uh….. Hi, I’m Abbey Graves.

LARRY: Yeah, I know, you were our ring announcer, and then you were gone after a few matches. Why are you here?

ABBEY: Well, I was sent back to development to train, and, I think I’m good to go. I want to wrestle again, but I can’t find either Kalis anywhere.

A sadistic smile crosses Gordon’s face.

LARRY: So, you want to wrestle, huh? And Kalis sent you away to train and be better. You think you did?

Abbey, seeing hope in her cause, jumps at the possible opportunity.

ABBEY: Yeah! I mean, I don’t know who he’d have me face…

Gordon holds up his hand.

LARRY: Here’s my idea. I’m majority owner of REBEL, but as a businessman, I can’t put a wrestler on a card who twice has been proven to be an inaffective addition to my roster.

Abbey looks down, and sighs.

LARRY: But Kalis won’t put you on a card, and I love any chance I can get to screw him over. So, find a tag team partner, and I will make sure you end up on next week’s card. This is still MY company, damnit!

Abbey looks up, and her face lights up as she smiles.

ABBEY: Oh MR. Gordon you won’t regret this!

She runs off, and Gordon smiles.

A Puppets Tale 2: A Word From Our President

And now, a word from our president. Except we couldn’t get a word from him even if we wanted to.

PuppetSimon: …

See? This is the life of a puppet. Watch how he sits in in his cardboard box styled desk (painted with golden nail polish) and does stuffs like playing paddleball while being completely bored. He’s not even a second-rate puppet. He’s D-list puppet status. Bearly eligible to be involved on camera. The sad part about it is? He knows it.

PuppetSimon: ;_;

But the thing is he never takes it lying down.

PuppetSimon: ?

Remember my first idea for you? The one I thought up before the coma crap happened?

PuppetSimon: *headtilt and writing motions*

Oh, you want something to write on? Mmmkay. Here. Have some signs.

PuppetSimon: *scribble* Thank you! ^_^

No problem. Now that plan was thrown to the backburner the moment RealSimon vanished. Then it came back when he came back. Then he got himself all comatose.

PuppetSimon: *scribble* Dumbass. *shakes fist*

My thoughts exactly. But he’s not in it now. How do you feel about…ya know?

PuppetSimon: *scribble* U cereal?

Oh, yeah. She’s gone batshit crazy. And not in the good way.

PuppetSimon: *scribbles* Hellz yeah! *pulls AK out of pants*

Whoa, wait. You had that there the entire time?

PuppetSimon: *scribbles* Trust me. I have plenty of firepower. ROFLS

Oh, gawd. This isn’t going to end well.

A Grave Situation 2: More Beer

Abbey is walking through the arena’s merch and concessions area. She is still searching for a tag team partner after a few other REBEL wrestlers told her no, or ignored her. She goes to the concession stand.

WORKER: What do ya want?

ABBEY: (looking at the rude worker with disgust) Better service, and a bottle of water.

He scoffs, then turns and grabs the water. Abbey has the two dollars on the counter already. He turns, sees the money, and tosses her the water, hard. She almost drops it, juggling it into the person behind her. She turns to apologize.

ABBEY: Oh, gosh, I’m sorr-

Behind her, waiting in line, is Bubba J.

The concession worker gets excited.

WORKER: Oh, man. Bubba J, “The Raging Red-”

BUBBA: Can it, asshole. You ain’t got a reason to be rude to this lady. All she wanted was water.

He moves in front of Abbey, grabs the money off the counter, and looks the worker in the eyes.

BUBBA: Now, before I break yer scrawny chicken neck, yer gonna pay for this lady’s water, right?

The worker,. scared out of his wits, nods.

BUBBA: And get me a beer. Three of ‘em. Also on you.

Bubba turns around, and Abbey speaks. Fast.

ABBEY: OHMIGAWD You’re Bubba J and I need help and everyone else has said no but you could say yes because if not I can’t-

Bubba puts his hand up, and grabs a marker out of his pocket.

BUBBA: I’ll be happy to sign autographs. Preferably yer, well, breasts, so you can cherish it-

Abbey cuts him off.

ABBEY: No, dick, I’m a wrestler, and I need a tag partner.

Bubba chuckles, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He texts for a second, and looks up at Abbey.

BUBBA: Look, kid, I ain’t hired-

ABBEY: Look, all I need is this shot. Kalis sent me away to get better, and I am better! Larry Gordon-

Bubba cringes with anger at the name, but Abbey keeps going.

ABBEY: -told me that I could have the match if I find a partner. Even though I think he’s only doing it to piss Kalis off, I can’t say no. All I need is this little opportunity and I can make it something big, huge, gigantic! I will show the world…

As Abbey rants on and on, Bubba continues texting. Finally, he stops her.

ABBEY: -even be the next Anna Matthews or Lisa Seldon or Del Ray’s sister, I forgot her name-

BUBBA: Whoa, whoa, whoa, kiddo. You got yerself a partner.

Abbey stands, shocked for a minute.

ABBEY: You mean…?

BUBBA: Yut, yer wrestlin’ next week in a tag team with-

Abbey interrupts him by jumping in his arms and planting a kiss on his cheek.

ABBEY: ERMAHGERD you won’t regret this! I have to find Mr. Gordon!

She runs away towards the backstage area, as Bubba chuckles.

BUBBA: He’s gonna be pissed….

The Plot Thickens

We come in on Matt Stone sitting alone in a locker room, getting mentally prepared for his match later on with Anna. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. Without looking up, Stone calls out.

Matt Stone: “Come in”

Stone is still looking down at his hands. His other titles, the RXW World Title and the Rebel Pro Tag Team Titles aren’t in sight. We hear the sound of heels on the floor and a female clearing her throat. Stone looks up, a little surprised.

Matt Stone: “What are you doing here?”

We see who he’s talking to as Katrina Evans, his original interviewer comes on screen.

Katrina: “Well, since you are the RXW World Champion, I was asked to come here and guest commentate on your big match tonight. So I thought I’d let you know so you’re like, not surprised of whatever.”

Matt Stone: “You know if you get involved…”

Katrina: “I’m not here to interfere and cost you anything. I’ll be there, at ringside to call the match.”

Stone nods, going back to looking down at the ground.

Matt Stone: “Listen, what I did a few months ago…”

Katrina cuts him off before he can finish.

Katrina: “Forget it. Water under the bridge. I just came to wish you luck…so..”

Katrina bends down and kisses Stone’s cheek. He looks up as she smiles.

Katrina: “Good luck…champ.”

Katrina smiles again before turning around and walking out of the locker room, leaving Matt to place his hand on his cheek, watching her walk out with a puzzled look on his face.

Non-Title Match

Xan Vaxman versus Mark McNasty

The Aggression Champion and the number one contender lock up in the middle of the ring, McNasty getting the early advantage with his experience, he’s able to get behind Xan and take him down. He locked him in a side headlock until Vaxman fights his way to his feet and pushes mark off, rebounding from the ropes Xan hits him with a power slam. Off the ropes, xan drives his elbow into Mark’s forehead. Mark gets up and catches a boot from Xan, doubling over. Xan then goes for a DDT, however Vaxman is countered with a Northern Lights suplex. Xan kicks out at two, however and rolls out of the ring.

Mark dives through the ropes and hits Vaxman with a suicide dive. The crowd cheers as Mark gets to his feet. Picking up his opponent, McNasty whips Xan into the steel steps, giving off a loud sound. Vaxman fought to his feet, but sensing the advantage, Mark charged after him, only to be the recipient of a drop toe hold, Mark’s head sickly bouncing off the guard rail. The crowd oohhh’d as Xan dusted his hands off and picked Mark up, who was favoring his neck. Xan tossed him back in the ring and slid in after him.

Mark started getting up, holding hisn neck, but he wasn’t able to avoid Xan’s running STO. Mark was planted into the mat and Xan pinned him, getting a two count. McNasty, after kicking out, quickly snatched up Xan’s arm and tried to lock in a cross arm bar, Vaxman wriggling free before it could be fully locked in, but it gave McNasty enough time to get to his feet. Xan charged in and was lifted up before he could stop in and driven down to the mat with a spinebuster! Mark quickly hit he ropes and came back with a Rolling Thunder, the only word going through Xan’s head was ‘Ouch”. Mark only got a two count, however. As Xan was getting up, Mark tried to lock in a front chancery, but he was caught right in the groin with Xan’s hard fist. The crowd boo’ed as Vaxman would then lock in a small package (lol) on Mark, but only get a two count!

They get to their feet, Mark favoring his groin. Xan backs against the ropes and goes for a cross body, however McNasty catches him, staggering back, but keeps his balance. He then jumps in the air, performing his Sault Slam! Xan is crushed under Mark as McNasty hooks his outside leg, getting the 1 2 3!

Winner: Mark McNasty

A Puppets Tale 3: Betty Crocker in this Bitch

Who bakes a cake for a drunken celerbration party?

Anna Mathews: Mmm-kai. All dun!

She does. This is the life of a puppetmaster. Watch as she admires her new handiwork with awe. Oh, sure. Matt Stone could win and there’s a lot on the line.

Anna Mathews: All da maor reasun ta bake. Et’s gits me zenned owt. Been way to frantic.

I agree completely.

Anna Mathews: It remyndz me ov that afro’d dood wif the painting sho painting hiz happy lil clouds an’ happy little twees und…

*BANG! CRASH! RAT-TA-TAT-TA! GENERAL MAYHEM!*

PuppetLisa: Moronic cyclops! Did you honestly think you were that good of a shot?

*ANOTHER BANG!*

PuppetLisa: Fuck your scribbilings and die!

O_O

Anna Mathews: Joo finally did itt, huh?

Yep.

Anna Mathews: Took ya long enuff.

I know.

*YET ANOTHER BANG! BULLETS WIZZING! CLATTERING!*

Anna Mathews: *sigh* Guess ai’d betta go out there befour dey kill each other.

That would be a wise idea. Hold your fire!

PuppetLisa: Outta the way, Dodobitch. I have to kill me a Kalis. This universe isn’t big enough for the both of us.

Well, technically it is.

PuppetLisa: Go drown yourself in a puddle of hate and selfloathing!

:O

PuppetLiza: Now that’s not very–*POW!*

Whoa. You okay, PuppetLiza?

PuppetLiza: I’m fine.

Anna Mathews: Know, ur nawt. Yoor shoulder’s bearlee hanging on bi a fread!

And we all know how sucky health coverage is for the non-living.

PuppetStrader: You ain’t lying there. *ZAP!* Hey! You took out a wheel from my tremendously expensive and ultimately useless wheelchair!

PuppetLisa: What? I’m sorry. I only heard the words tremendously and useless. I’m assuming you’re talking about your career.

*ZING!*

PuppetLisa: Ah ha! About time you revealed yourself.

*MORE SHOOTINGNESS~*

Anna, you have to go!

Anna Mathews: Bu–

You have a match! Go! Now!

Anna Mathews: Okai…

A Grave Situation 3: A Car Goes Boom…

“I’m A Rebel” hits the PA, and out comes Larry Gordon to a chorus of boos.

LINZI: What does these slimeball want?

He gets in the ring, and grabs a microphone.

LARRY: I have an announcement to make regarding the lawsuit Simon so graciously dumped in my lap.

Before he has anything to say, “Walking Dead” by Heartsounds hits, and out comes Abbey graves.

JESTER JAY: Well, who’s this?

LINZI: Abbey Graves making a surprise appearance on REBEL television again!

The crowd cheers, remembering Abbey because she was hot, but that’s the only reason they are cheering. She runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Gordonlooks surprised.

LARRY: What are you doing?

ABBEY: I have a tag team partner!

Gordon rolls his eyes.

LARRY: Abbey, our talks were for the backstage area only.

ABBEY: You told me if I found a tag team partner you’d let me wrestle next week. I’ve worked my ass off for this, and I found a partner.

The crowd cheers. More chances to look at hot chicks? REBEL fans love it.

LARRY: OK, good for you, now tell me-

Abbey cuts him off.

ABBEY: OK. My tag team partner is Bubba J!

The crowd explodes in applause as Larry looks shocked at first.

LINZI: But, Larry Gordon fired Bubba J!

Through the crowd walks Bubba J, until he gets to the fan barrier and yells.

BUBBA: Abbey, you fuckin’ idiot. Come here!

The guards stand in his way and try to eject him.

BUBBA: I bought a ticket, you moron. Let me go!

He shows the ticket to security, and then Abbey comes to the fan barrier with her microphone. Bubba grabs it out of her hand.

BUBBA: I ain’t yer tag partner. I’ve been fired, and you’re a fucking moron.

The crowd boos, but only because they won’t see Bubba J back in the ring next week.

Abbey looks hurt, and Gordon laughs.

LARRY: Glad you’re here, Bubba. This lawsuit-

Abbey interrupts again, tears in her eyes.

ABBEY: You TOLD me you were my partner! You TOLD me I had a tag team partner! You lied to me, Bubba, and why? To watch me melt down on national television?

Even Larry stops for a second, a slight look of empathy on his face, but it quickly goes away.

LARRY: Well, you couldn’t find a partner who is employed here, so-

BUBBA: Nope, Larry, that’s where yer wrong. See, I told Abbey she has a partner, and she does, it just ain’t me. But you’ll be happy to know it ain’t someone you’ll be too happy about anyway.

A brief silence hits the arena as everyone waits to hear who Abbey’s partner will be. Abbey looks confused. Gordon looks annoyed. Bubba looks amused. Various members of the crowd look drunk.

Then, “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and the crowd blows up HUGE!

Gordon’s jaw drops. Abbey’s eyes get huge and a smile comes across her face. Bubba has a smug look on his face.

LINZI: It’s Vincent Black! It’s Vincent Black! He’s back in a REBEL arena!

And from the crowd, from right behind Bubba, Vincent Black steps over the barricade and onto the ring side of the barricade. He looks down to Abbey, and up to Larry Gordon. A smile crosses his face as he waves to Gordon, and follows it up with a middle finger. The crowd cheers loudly as Vincent walks up the ramp to the back. The music replays again as Gordon looks on, pissed.

LINZI: The former World, Carolinas, and Tag Team Champion has returned!

A Puppets Tale 4: The Queen of The Sea

*Click-click-click*

PuppetLisa: Damn! I guess I’ll just have to finsh you off with my bare hands.

Anna Mathews: What’d ai miss?

PuppetLisa’s about to finish this. It look like he’s got no more bullets.

Anna Mathews: No moar buwwets? Hay laughing boi, no more bullets!

PuppetLisa: No more bullets? Perfect.

PuppetSimon: …

PuppetLisa: Goodbye.

*CRACK!*

What the?

*KA-BOOM!*

…well. I guess he had one bullet left.

Anna Mathews: Won bullet left? Hey laffin’ boi!

PuppetLisa: I know, I KNOW!

PuppetSimon: …

PuppetLisa: *sigh* Fine. Whatever.

Wait. You’re quitting? Just like that?

PuppetLisa: Well, somebody’s gotta be the queen of the sea. Besides I can create tidal waves and drown all of you bastards!

*Group facepalm*

REBEL Pro World Championship Match

Matt Stone versus Anna Mathews©

Maya Kalis: “Joining us at the announce table for the following match is RXW contracted interviewer….Katrina Evans!”

Katrina comes down the ramp with a clipboard in hand, as if she needs notes to know what to say about a man she was with for three years. She takes her seat beside Linzi Martin

Linzi Martin: “Welcome aboard Katrina.”

Katrina: “Thanks Linz, can’t wait for my broadcasting debut!”

Maya Kalis: “The following contest is the Main Event of the evening. Introducing first…he is the Revolution X Wrestling World Champion…”

I created the Sound of Madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I’m still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun,
When you gunna wake up and fight?

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a “Canada sucks” sign and just walks on.

Maya Kalis: “From Ottawa, Ontario Canada…he weighs in at two-hundred and twenty pounds…”

I created the Sound of Madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I’m still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun,
When you gunna wake up and fight…
For yourself?

Maya Kalis: “He is Maaaaaatt Stooooooone!”

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. “I’m the best there is!” He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “You don’t deserve to see me!” He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get’s ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.

Who can turn the world on with a smile?
Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?

Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those eternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and balloons and fifty dollar bills are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Maya Kalis: “Hailing from I don’t know where the fuck from near Parts unknown…”
Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it
Peach fuzz in every little movement

Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, barely even looking at the ring.

Maya Kalis: “She is our current Rebel Pro World Champion…”

You show that love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.

How will you make it on your own?
This world is awfully big
And girl, this time, you’re all alone
A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.
Well, it’s time you started livin’
It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

Maya Kalis: The one with DAT ASS….

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da
moment. Everybody has one of those, right?

Love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

Maya Kalis: “Aaaaannaaaaa…..Maaaaaaatheeeews!”

The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute.

Linzi Martin: “Here we go, World Champion vs World Champion”

Katrina: “You said it, Matt and Anna about to go to war!”

The camera is too far out, but we can see Matt is talking to Anna, who listens for about five seconds before she slaps Stone in the face! The bell rings and we’re underway.

Ding Ding

Stone takes a step back from the slap and Anna charges him, tackling him to the mat. The crowd pops as Anna reigns down fist after fist on Stone’s face. Matt covers up, senior referee Alan Stone does nothing to stop the physicality as Mathews continues to bring the pain. Matt is able to push her off and roll away, under the bottom rope. Stone catches his breath, but is soon hit from behind with a baseball slide from Anna, being propelled forward and over the guard rail. The Rebel Pro audience not taking to Stone, several of them get a few shots in as security comes over. Matt mouths off at a man in the audience, let’s call him Andre, and he hits Matt over the head with his beer! Anna is out of the ring now and grabs Stone’s head, pulling him back over the guard rail, catching him with a few shots to his ribs. She quickly picks Matt up and slams him down with a scoop slam. Anna looks down with disgust and walks over, grabbing a steel chair.

Linzi Martin: “Looks like Mathews is going to take this match to the next level.”

Katrina: “This won’t be good for Matt.”

To the contrary, with Anna approaching, Stone was able to get to his feet quickly and leap in the air, dropkicking the steel chair right into Anna’s face! Mathews falls to the mat, blood trickling down her forehead now. Stone reaches down and picks up the chair now, glaring down at the Rebel Pro World Champion. Stone lifts the chair and brings it down across Anna’s body once, then again and finally a third time. Matt has a confident smirk on his face now, tossing the chair aside. Matt picks Anna up, knowing that he needs her in the ring to win the World Title. He rolls her under the bottom rope and into the ring, but chooses not to follow. Stone flips the ring apron up and rummages under the ring, pulling out a wooden table. The crowd cheers as Stone drags it out and picks it up, sliding it in the ring. He then goes back under the ring and comes out with a bag. He tosses the bag inside the ring as well, fixing the ring apron and sliding back in the ring.

Linzi Martin: “What’s Matt planning here?”

Katrina: “Not sure…Matt can be very devious when he wants to.”

Anna was back to her feet now as Stone came inside the ring. She rushes over and hits Matt with a knee to the side of the head. Mathews follows up with several stomps on Stone. Anna turns her attention to the table that was brought in by Stone. Mathews pulls the legs out and flips the table over, setting it up. Anna turns back to Stone now, who ins back to his feet, and approaches. She sends an elbow at Matt’s head, backing him up. Anna hits a second and Stone is backed into a corner. With her hands gripping the top rop, Anna raises her right leg up and strikes Stone in the temple. Matt looks dazed as Anna lifts Matt up on the turnbuckle in a seated position. Anna then grabs Stone’s right leg, extending the knee and clipping it, performing a Dragon Screw Legwhip off the ropes!

Linzi Martin:: “Looks like Anna is targeting Matt’s right leg. Wise strategy?”

Katrina: “Could be, as far as I know Matt has no real weakness.”

Anna grabs Matt’s right leg while he’s prone and drives her elbow inside his leg. She straps his leg in a vine and wrenches back on it. Matt cries out in pain from the hold, trying to reach out for the ropes, not that he would be helped by such a tactic. Alan Stone asks Matt if he gives up and Matt almost spits in his face. Stone reaches down at Anna’s face and rakes her eyes, breaking her concentration and is able to squirm his leg out, kicking Anna in the back of the head in the process. Matt rolls over ad starts getting up, as does Anna. Stone grabs a hold of Anna’s head, turning around and dropping to his knees, Anna stretching out over Matt’s back with the Stone Cutter. Stone rolls Anna over for the cover.

One

Two

Anna gets the shoulder up. The crowd cheers for their World Champion

Linzi Martin: “it will take more than that to take down Anna Mathews

Katrina: “Yeah, but Matt it capable of a lot more, as well.”

Not showing signs of frustration, Matt grabs Anna’s hair, bringing her back up and delivering a knee lift, doubling the Dodo Queen over. The crowd pops as they get a good view of Dat Ass. Matt has Anna in a front chancery, hooking her leg and lifting her up, she lands on her back as Matt has successfully performed the Shooterplex.

One

Two

Anna is able to kick out again. Stone rolls over quickly and gets up, this time getting in Alan’s face. He’s quite convinced that should have been a three count. After sharing some words with the referee, Matt heads over and grabs the bag he had tossed in the ring. He opens it up, dumping the contents on the mat. Thumbtacks. Hundreds and hundreds of thumbtacks. He spreads them around with his boot. A soft smirk spreads across his face as he turns to get Anna, but Mathews is back to her feet and she kicks Stone right in the chest, a Heart Kick! Matt falls back right into the thumbtacks! Stone screams out in pain, rolling around trying to get away from the many sharp metal objects protruding from his body.

Katrina: “Oh my! He’s bleeding out of millions of holes in his back!”

Linzi Martin: “I don’t think it’s that many, but it is certainly a lot.”

Matt gets up to his feet, a look of pain etched on his face. Anna hits the ropes now and leaps in the air, wrapping her legs around Stone’s head, looking for a hurricanranna, however Matt uses his remaining strength to hold Anna up there. Stone takes a few steps back and turns, driving Anna straight through the table she set up! The crowd pops for the spot, even though their champion was just put through the table. Both competitors are down on the mat, remnants of table everywhere. Stone is finally able to get his arm across Anna for the pin

One

Two

Katrina: “Three!”

Anna kicks out!

Linzi Martin: “No, two count! Man that was close”

Katrina: “Too close, I thought he did it!”

Alan hold up two fingers, signaling the near fall. Matt grabs the ropes, using them to help pull himself up. Anna as well is getting to her feet, but she doesn’t need the help of the ropes. She’s moving slower than Stone though, who sees Anna on her feet and screams out.

Matt Stone: “Kneel before Zod!”

Stone swings his right foot for Anna’s head, but Mathews ducks it and pushes Stone into the corner, chest first. Stone backs out winded and Anna runs at the ropes, jumping up and going for her patented Boomer fly Kick, but Stone is able to duck is as well. Anna lands on her free foot, Matt dashing forward looking for the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker, but Mathews hooks the top rope as Matt lands hard on the mat. Anna then performs a standing Corkscrew Senton on Stone! The crowds cheers as Anna makes the cover.

One

Two

Stone shoots the shoulder up.

The crowd boos, thinking they had witnessed Anna retain. Mathews stays on the offense though, picking Matt up and kneeing him right in the crotch, the crowd cheering for that. Stone doubles over in pain and Mathews is able to drab him over to the corner, picking him up and dropping him, back facing her on the top turnbuckle, crutching him again. The crowd still cheers as Anna starts to climb up to the top.

Katrina: “This isn’t a side of Anna I like.”

Linzi Martin: “It’s a side of Anna she needs to win this match!”

Mathews is now standing behind Matt on the top rope. She jumps up, hooking her feet under Matt’s arms, performing a back flip, but Matt grabs the ropes at the last second, blocking the Splatastrophe! Anna’s head bounces off the mat hard as Stone turns around, repositioning himself. Mathews stats to get to her feet, determined to continue the match, however as she is getting up, Matt grabs Anna’s head and leaps off the middle rope, his knee going right into Anna’s face. C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! The crowd boos as Stone hooks Anna’s leg, the ref getting down for the count.

One

Two

Three!

The crowd is still booing as the bell sounds. Stone rolls out of the ring with his music playing. We can still see some tacks in his back. He gets handed the World Title and raises it high in the air.

Maya Kalis: “Here is your winner…and NNNEEEWWWW Rebel Pro World Champion…Maaaatt Stoooone!!!”

Katrina: “He did it! Matt did it!”

Linzi Martin: “That he did, Anna never gave up, but in the end she just couldn’t match up with Stone tonight. Our General Manager can’t say anything about it, Matt won it straight up.”

Katrina: “Now he has the Rebel pro and RXW World Titles! First time ever!”

The crowd starts throwing their garbage at Stone who is gloating at ringside. He walks gingerly up the ramp, holding up the Rebel pro World Title high above his head as we fade to the REBEL Pro logo…

QUICK RESULTS

Mark McNasty defeats Xan Vaxman
Matt Stone defeats Anna Mathews to become the new REBEL Pro World Champion

Aggression 7-30-2012

Raise In Everything!

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers, causing the crowd to boo heavily because they can no longer stand Larry Gordon. They forget all of the Rebel Pro action that he has brought them, the good times, the great times, the national coverage, the World coverage… they just remember the bad things. Either way, Larry Gordon doesn’t care as he steps into the ring and pulls a mic from his pocket.

“Shut the hell up, I’m still the majority owner and I’ve got something to say.”

He seems to be in great health, thanks to Simon Kalis’ money and care.

“Simon can bring letigation, he can bring lawyers, he can bring lawsuits, he can claim loopholes, he can do all that he wants to do…”

Larry smirks.

“But I’m still one percent better than him… on paper. I’m still the majority owner and there is not a damn thing he can do about it.”

He laughs, the fans boo.

“But seeing as that is, seeing as I’m still majority Rebel Pro owner… I’m suffered with a lawsuit.”

The fans cheer, Larry nods.

“Figured that you’d all like that. Oh no, Simon wants to act like he’s Mr. Big and Bad, but let a lawsuit come and… its give it to Larry, he’s still majority owner.”

The crowd laughs, Larry nods.

“True, very true. And that is why after Bubba J, idiot and stupid ass that he is… when he drove through the crowd at Prove Your Worth… he injured a fan by running over him with a truck. The other fans were not hurt terribly bad and know it is part of a Rebel Pro show… possibly. But this other fan, with several hundred thousand in medical bills, is suing Rebel Pro.. and your’s truly, for compensation.”

The fans laugh, because this is all coming out of Larry’s pocket.

“Which means a raise in prices, a raise in food prices, a raise in merchandise prices, and a rise in pay per view costs.”

The fans boo heavily, beginning to throw trash at Larry Gordon.

“Unless the man responsible for this action.. will either come up with the money… or… is fired.”

The fans boo, they love Bubba J.

“I don’t hate to do it, because he ruined a ring that we’ve used at Prove Your Worth since its inception several years ago, but he’s injured a fan and could have killed many more. So with that said… in order to save money, in order to help this fan out, in order to be able to pay the lawsuit…”

He looks backstage.

“Bubba J…. you… are… fired!”

The fans can’t help it, all kinds of trash comes flying into the ring… nachos, drinks, glass bottles, a dirty diaper, a “I Hate Gordon” poster, a piece of shit(literally), but Gordon steps out of the ring laughing and smiling.

Wyn Mangum versus Bobby Lee

Bobby Lee and Wyn Mangum were in the ring and locked up, Bobby Lee getting the advantage with a drop toe hold, quickly floating over with a side headlock. Bobby Lee squeezes Wyn’s head until she had to fight to her feet, pushing Lee off the topes and catching him with an arm drag on the rebound. Wyn hit the ropes and came back with a low drop kick on Bobby, knocking him out of the ring. Wyn got out of the ring and hoped down, picking up Bobby and slamming his head against the mat. Lee caught Wyn with an elbow to the head, Wyn pushing him backwards into the steel steps. Mangum picked Lee up, but was hit from behind with a wooden plank!

The camera zooms out and we see the Harlequin, who had come from underneath the ring carrying a piece of wood. He swung it down again, against Wyn’s head. Bobby looked confused and rolled into the ring to avoid the assault. A third time, this time against her ribs the wooden plank made contact with Mangum. Harlequin picked up Wyn and rolled her into the ring. Lee took advantage and rushed over, jumping in the air and flailing his arms and legs at Wyn, his Psycho Paraphenalia connecting enough to knock Mangum down on the mat. Bobby pinned her and got the 1 2 3!

Winner: Bobby Lee

Harlequin slid in the ring now, the piece of wood still in his hand. Bobby, having won the match, rolled out of harms way as Harlequin starts bringing the wood down on Wyn again and again, the crowd booing as he does so. After what seems like a dozen times, Harlequin holds the wood high in the air, a sinister laugh can be heard. The clown then exists the ring and rolls under it as Rebel doctors come down to check on Wyn.

Revenge of the Apostle IV: Operation Poutine Plunder

Once more our hero boldly treds upon the halls in which he has been restricted from.What? Of course he bought a ticket but he’s boldly walking the halls where fans can’t go. Don’t argue with me , dick. I’m narrating this shit. Anyway, the captain of conspiracy is walking about the bowels of the backstage area like a fucking boss. That is when he beholds a most curious sight a Michelin starred chef rushing through the halls with a silver platter. To answer his curiosity Figgy decides to do so in the most effective way possible, be annoying. He stands in the middle of the halway, blocking th path of the petite man in a toque.

Chef: “Get out of my way you imbecile! This poutine must be delivered while it is still fresh. I can not be late, Monsieur Kalis will be cross”

Figgy grinned wide at the hearing of the intended patron, wheels in his head began to turn. Much like how the wheels of SNS’ motorcycle used to. Oh snap! He cleared his throat an dipped his head to the short frenchy dude.

Figgy: “Oh, I do so apologize. It seems you haven’t gotten the memo. I am supposed to pick it up for him he’s running a bit late.”

The short fuck eyed him suspiciously cause he is a cynical french bastard. But seeing as he already been paid he didn’t really care. Figgy takes the platter from the french man and heads in the opposite direction. Figgy could not idly stand let Kalis dine on specially catered food while he was stuck eating two dollar nachos. It would have been a great injustice upon the world. But since stealing food was small he contemplated his next step while munching on fries.

Figgy:”Operation poutine plunder successfull”

He chuckles at his lame ass musing while we fade to Purple. Seriously? Why is it always black?

Hail To The GM

The Rebel-Tron lights up to the General Managers office. Tamika Nash Strader is sitting not in her chair, but across from the boss chair. We can’t see who’s in that spot. Tamika leans back and speaks.

Tamika: So, you sure you want this job, dad?

The crowd pops as they see Scott Nash Strader sitting in the boss’s chair. Scott puts his feet up on the desk and smiles.

Scott: Oh I think I can handle it. There are a few people on the roster… that truly interest me. Three in particular.

Tamika: Remember, try and be fair would ya? I don’t want to take back over for you.

Scott waves it off.

Scott: generic cialis I’ll be fine. You just go worry about your ring career in Victory Wrestling. I got this one.

Tamika: If you are sure…

Scott: Trust me!

Linzi Martin: Again, a new General Manager!

Jester J: A guy that lost to that masked loser, Virgin? Wonderful, by!

“Five Minutes Alone” Hits the sound system and the arena comes to their feet for the big man Scott Nash Strader. Scott struts out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand, and stands at the top of the ramp. His music lowers and he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Scott: Matthew Stone. It’s been brought to my attention that you have cashed in your number one contender trophy for a shot at Anna Mathews world title…

Scott lowers the mic and looks around before bringing it back up to his lips with a question.

Scott: What the fuck took you so long? Scared of a little girl? A little girl that crushes her opponents and makes guys like you look like trash. Of course, that’s not hard. Meghan and Tamika have done it, twice. But that’s all in the past, isn’t it? You are RxW World Champion, King of — oh wait, that’s not right, — and now you want the Rebel Pro World title…

Scott stops and listens to the crowd boo Matt Stone.

Scott: Well, you earned the shot, so next week… you will face the Dodo Queen for her Rebel Pro World title.

This makes the fans boo louder.

Scott: While you have this shot Stone… I want to make one thing clear… anyone interferes in the match? You lose your job, your tag team title, and well, you will cost that fat slut Emily Corlen her tag team title and her job. Let me make this absolutely crystal fucking clear for everyone… You decide to stick your nose in this match? You are fired. Plain and simple.

This information has the fans cheering.

Scott: So enjoy your FAIR and EVEN match-up with Anna Mathews. Remember Stone, I’m fucking serious. You in any way try and fuck Anna Mathews out of her title without truly earning it? Kiss your Rebel-Pro career bye.

‘5 Minutes Alone’ starts back over the counter viagra up as the fans cheer on the new General Manager.

The Harlequin versus Jaice Wilds

Jaice was able to take three steps down the ramp before he was blindsided by the Harlequin, attacking him behind with a piece of lumber! Harlequin was able to knock Jaice down and bring the wood down on his torso a few times, the crowd booing. Harlequin picked him up and rammed his head into the barricade separating the crowd and the competitors. Harlequin picked up the wood again and went to ram in into Wilds’ stomach, but the RPW competitor caught the wood and gave the clown a ick in the stomach, ripping the wood out of his hands. Jaice then brought the lumber down upon Harlequin’s head and dropped the man. Jaice held up the wood as the crowd cheered. He then brought it down across Harlequin’s knee. The clown screamed out in pain as Wilds picked him up and started walking hi down the ramp, tossing him in the ring.

Ding Ding

The crowd was getting into it now as Jaice and Harlequin were to their feet. Jaice caught the clown in the gut with a toe kick and dropped him straight down on his head with a ddt. Jaice shot the half and got a two count. Jaice grabbed his green hair and brought him to his feet, going to send him into the ropes, but Harlequin counters and send Jaice at the ropes who does a quick hand stand, bouncing off the ropes, getting back to his feet and hitting the clown in the face with his elbow. Jaice went for the cover and got a second 2 count. Jaice got another hold of the green hair and picked up Harlequin, but was stopped with a rake to the eyes. Harlequin picked him up and dropped him straight on his head. The brain buster was enough for Harlequin to get a 2 count, but not a three.

Harlequin and Jaice started getting back up to their feet at the same time, Harlequin throwing the first punch, Jaice throwing the second and they went back and forth on it for a bit, the crowd cheering Jaice and booing Harlequin. Harlequin was getting the advantage and Jaice was backing down. HQ picked up the wooden log and swung it at Jaice, but he was able to duck out of the way and swept Harlequin’s legs out.

Jaice tried to grab the wood, but the Harlequin leapt off the mat and hit him below the belt. Jaice doubled over and the clown grabbed his head, driving it straight into the piece of wood! With Pie in his Eye, Harlequin was able to roll over Wilds and hook his leg, getting the 1 2 3.

Winner: The Harlequin

Revenge of the Apostle V

Our Hero continues his trek through the halls, silver platter still resting in his hands as he begins to ponder why exactly he is carrying the thing around.Maybe he’d have something awesome to put init? Not likely. Melt it down and make it into silver bullets? Nah werewolves are bitches. Maybe hock it? We have a mothafuckin winner! While he wanders down the falls with his fuckin boss like swagger he runs into a very familar rac- er face. The familiar rack…I mean face belongs to that of Maya Kalis.

Maya: You’re a fucking moron. Are you trying to piss my old man off?

Our hero takes on a look of outrage! How dare she speak such slander.

Figgy: I am shocked that you would say such a thing. I wouldn’t dream of angering your father! I’m just stealing his food. Ok..maybe I was trying to piss him off a little bit. Damn it you try to resist a little french dwarf waving a silver platter around.

Maya places her hands upon her hips, rolling her eyes. Obviously calling the bluff of the Figeffect she bore little patience for his antics. But Figgy fails to notice or give a rats ass while he munches once more upon the dish.

Maya: You’re putting yourself in a life threatening situation.

Figgy: Don’t call it a threat, I’ll enjoy it more than anything else.

And the stare down begins. One daring the other to make a move. But for some reason a winde grin spread across his awesome features.

Figgy: I do have something to possibly keep me busy

Before Maya could ask what he leads her by the hand off camera.

Carrots, Puppets & Other Stuff

Hey look, everybody! It’s another halfassed seggy nobody’s going to read! Joy.

Anna Mathews: Boooooooring!

Everybody in the back–scratch that–everybody in the universe agrees.

PuppetLiza: Anna, that’s not very nice. Is it, George?

George the Bunny Rabbit just glares and nibbles on his carrot. The Self-Professed Royalty of Extict Birds licks at her cheese popsicle. And yes, it’s excatly what you’d imagine it’d look like.

Anna Mathews: Ai doant’s kare. Cereal. Keenan versus McNastyburger? Yawn. Wilds und a klown? Double yawn. Bobby Lee nawt being raped bi aliens? The hell ish dis stuff?

PuppetLisa: It’s called “stuffing all the horrible people in a card and add the world champion in to boost ratings”. Everybody does it.

Jesus, where are all these puppets coming from?

PuppetTeresa: Win win in inner winny win.

I didn’t know you popped out of mole holes. Thanks, PuppetTeresa.

PuppetTeresa: Win win.

PuppetLisa: Why are you bitching about it anyway?

Le shrug.

Anna Mathews: ‘Cause et’s hilariously dum. Plus it’s inn my contrakt. In teh event I pwn the wolld shiny, eye gotta due at least won on air segment four ev’ry Aggression I’m inn.

Frantic wave!

Anna Mathews: An I doo it for joo peepoles! Mmm-kay, I wuv you, buh-bi!

Non-Title Match

Anna Mathews versus Scott Nash Strader

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The Rebel-Tron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his blonde hair hanging in his face. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

Maya Kalis: Introducing first, my sexy grandpa with the moves like Jagger…

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I’m unwhole.##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain followed by his sister Vanessa Strader. She joins at him his side as he closes eyes and looks upwards.

Maya Kalis: Hailing from London, Ontario but actually from Houston, Texas….

##But you can’t crush the kingdom
Can’t be what your idols are. Can’t leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us…##

As they begin to walk down to the ring, Scott wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots. Vanessa is in a beige women’s powersuit.

Maya Kalis: Our new General Manager….

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##

Maya: Scott Nash Strader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps through the second and third rope as his sister takes her spot on the floor in his corner
.
Maya Kalis: His opponent…

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.
Who can turn the world on with a smile?
Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those enternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and baloons and fifty dollar bils are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Maya Kalis: Hailing from I don’t know where the fuck from near Parts unknown…

Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it
Peach fuzz in every little movement
Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, bearly even looking at the ring.

Maya Kalis: She is our current Rebel Pro World Champion…

You show that love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all
She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.
How will you make it on your own?
This world is awfully big
And girl, this time, you’re all alone
A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.
Well, it’s time you started livin’
It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

Maya Kalis: The one with DAT ASS….

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da moment. Everybody has one of those, right?
Love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

Maya Kalis: Anna Mathews!!!!!!!!!!
The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute.

Linzi Martin: This should be a good one J!

Jester Jay: Bah, he’ll lose again, by. He sucks.

Scott and Anna meet in the middle of the ring, and they look into each other’s eyes with one looking up and the other looking down. Something seems to catch the old man’s eye, and the announcers notice.

Linzi Martin: Is that????

Jester J: It is, by! Jacob Figgins!!

Scott yells into the front at Figgins, but he just points behind Scott. Scott turns around and is met with a Boomer Fly Kick! Scott falls hard to the mat and the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

For good measure, the Adorable Retard jumps up to the top rope and hits the Slash and Burn and covers Scott Nash Strader.

Linzi Martin: I think our GM is about to set a record.

Jester J: Yeah, a bad one at that, by.

1

2

3!!!

Maya Kalis: And your winner…. DAT ASS!!!!!!!!!!!

Meghan Nash Strader comes out at the top of the ramp shaking her head laughing at her father as Anna makes her way up the ramp. The camera pans to see Jacob Figgins is gone and a frustrated Scott coming to in the ring.

Revenge of the Apostle VI

After a long day of doing whatever a Kalis does, probably using his gold fillings to to transmit hate mongering messeges to lesbians in sweden. He decides to finally wind down from his long day of baby punching and Various other vile deeds that nned not be mentioned in the possible prescience of children. office where he could enjoy a nice cigar and a heaping serving of his beloved poutine. And just when he though that nothing could kill his relaxation time, a fucking chicken flies out of his office.A live fucking chicken.

Simon pushed his door open and stared at the the scene revealed before him. The room was full of cluckin’ fuckin’ chickens. Maya sat beside the desk covered by only an aggression poster panting.

Maya: Oh wow…oh wow…oh wow…

And his desk was all kinds of fucked, but there was a glimmer of hope. The silver platter lay there with the dome on top. His office is all kinds of messed up , but he had his poutine. He lifted open the lid to find…A Figgy bobble head doll and a note

“Hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your limo for a booze run.”

Peace bro;
Figgy”

Simon: …!

Maya wipes the sweat from her brow and smiles.

Maya: Hey dad! Erhm.. >_>

Simon Kalis: … x_o

Fade to commercial.

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SUPER AGGRESSION: The Kingdom of Death II

AoWF King of Extreme Championship Match

Mark McNasty versus Virgil Keenan

Ding Ding

McNasty with a right jab catches Keenan off his game, rocking him backwards a step; McNasty presses his advantage with a left jab, following it up with a kick to Virgil’s left knee. Keenan goes down, McNasty pressing his advantage with a dropkick to the face that sends Keenan to sit in the corner. McNasty with a running knee to the face gets him an even bigger advantage, as he nails him with a second and a third knee to the face. McNasty with a charge, but Keenan lifts a foot, causing McNasty to impale himself on Virgil’s boot, effectively giving himself a lowblow. McNasty turns around, Keenan quickly taking him down with a bulldog to the canvas. Keenan locks on a side side headlock, but exchanges it quickly for a hair pull and tosses McNasty over the top rope to the outside. Virgil climbs up, launching himself off with a body splash on to the hapless McNasty.

Keenan rolls off, whipping Mark in to the railing, following it up with a clothesline that sends him over and in to the front row. Keenan picks up a chair, nailing Mark and busting him open slightly over his right eye. Keenan climbs over the railing, nailing Mark with a second chair shot, and a third for good measure. Mark falls down into an old lady’s lap, face first, getting blood all over her shirt and jeans. The woman shoves him off, looking at her newly purchased Rebel-Pro t-shirt with a bit of awe and disgust at the ruination. Mark tries to pull himself up, but Virgil with a kick to the back of his skull sends him face first onto the concrete. Virgil follows it up with another kick, but it misses and Mark nails him in the thigh with a pocketbook, which really distracts Virgil from his pursuit. It gives Mark the time he needs as he nails Virgil with the pocketbook again in the face, causing all kinds of stuff to fly out of the purse. McNasty with a fist rocks Virgil backwards against the railing. Mark leaps up onto the seats of two chairs, launching himself with a flying clothesline, but Virgil manages to catch him, a sort of half back body drop sends them both over the railing and back to ringside.

Both men lay there for a moment, before Virgil pulls himself up and leans over Mark with a bit of glee in his eyes. Mark nails him with a fingernail file, slicing Virgil open on his left cheek, then ducking under a wild right punch to deliver a fingernail file jab to the right face cheek. Virgil is pissed now and charges at Mark, who ducks under and back body drops him onto the ring apron. Mark digs under the ring quickly to come up with a wrench, nailing Virgil’s lower back with the steel weapon for added pain. Mark nails him in the hamstring, in the back of the right knee, and left calf for good measure. Virgil is trying to comfort all of his pains when Mark spins him around, slamming the wrench right in his midsection which causes all of Virgil’s air to come whoosing out of his lungs in one flood. Mark grabs him, planting his face onto the apron and into the ring post. Mark goes for a second ringpost shot, but Virgil manages to catch the blow, elbowing Mark in the face and then slamming his face into the post. Mark falls back, blood now covering both men’s faces and Virgil picks up the wrench. Virgil swings, but McNasty falls, the wrench swooshing past harmlessly. Virgil is off balance from the momentum, but as he falls, his elbow lands on Mark’s windpipe, as both men fall to the floor. Virgil begins to roll over to his feet, McNasty doing the same, Mark gasping for each breath as he does so.

Virgil finds the wrench, nailing McNasty in the back, in the leg, and in the back of the skull that almost rolls him back in to the ring. Virgil rolls him on in and pulls a ladder out from under the table, sliding it in as well. Virgil isn’t finished though as he pulls out a set of tables to hopefully create a big ass move to end this match. McNasty is up in the ring, disoriented, but he’s standing. He spots Virgil digging up under the ring for something else and hits the ropes. Mark dives through the ropes, grabs Virgil’s head, and spins around with a tornado DDT from inside to outside of the ring; Virgil’s skull cracks on the floor and McNasty rolls to the railing, his energy spent.

After a few moments, both men begin to stir, but McNasty is moving slightly faster, because his skull didn’t headbutt the floor as hard as Virgil’s did. Virgil is up to his knees as McNasty is leaning up against the railing for some support; his left leg seems to have taken some damage from that move. Mark limps over, but Virgil is just kneeling with his head lowered. McNasty with a spinning knee, but Virgil with a staple gun nails McNasty with several staples right in his crotch! The men in the crowd groan, the kids laugh, and the women scream at the brutality of the offensive move. McNasty falls back, doing his best to try and pull the staples out; Virgil presses his advantage on McNasty with several staples to the forehead, cheek, arms, and chest of his opponent in this match. Its evident from this brutality that both men want this honor for Rebel Pro and are willing to go to any length to bring it home. Virgil runs out of staples, McNasty smiles at this, blood filling his mouth, but Virgil nails him between the eyes with the gun, knocking him against the ring steps. Virgil retrieves a chair, placing it on Mark’s face, and a second chair about five feet in front of Mark. Virgil runs, launching himself off the chair, coming down on Mark with a double foot stomp, McNasty is now limp as he’s probably wondering why don’t he just retire from the AOWF.

Virgil picks him up, rolling him into the ring and sets up the couple of tables(one in the corner and one up like he’s gonna lay Mark on it). He whips Mark into the corner table, following quickly after, but Mark runs up the table, flips over behind Virgil, and dives forward and sending Virgil’s head crashing through the wood as he slides out of the ring. Mark digs under the ring now, pulling out a roll of barbed wire and a bag marked “tacks”. McNasty smiles as he climbs back in, dumping the tacks right near Virgil and lifting him up… brainbuster on the tacks causes several to stick into Keenan’s scalp. However, McNasty isn’t finished as he lifts Virgil back up… faceplant into the tacks and now Virgil has as much metal in his face as does Mark. McNasty is smiling now and whips Virgil into the ropes, catching him and delivering a stunning spinebuster onto the remaining thousand tacks, of which about 700 or so stick into Virgil’s back.

Mark grabs the spool of barbed wire, beginning to unwind it from the spool, when Virgil starts stiring, though its bestoverthecounter-viagra.com more like he’s twitching at Mark’s feet. Mark lays several lenghts of wire on the table, before wrapping his foot in the wire and snapping off that piece as well. Mark climbs up to the top of the ladder, going for a single leg foot stomp onto Virgil, when he leaps. Virgil flips up(ala Shawn Michaels), catching Mark, and spinebusting him through the barbed wire table, sending bits of wood up into the air and the wire to wrap around them both. The referee checks on both men and indicates that they are breathing, even if they are bloody as a butcher’s apron on meat cutting day. Virgil rolls out of the debris, bits of McNasty’s flesh, hair, and wire sticking to himself as he stumbles for the ropes for something to lean on. McNasty begins to stir, rolling over onto his right side, then up to his knees. Virgil looks down, noticing that a length of wire has gotten itself wrapped around his boot. McNasty’s face is covered in blood, he’s blinded by the crimson flow, but he still feels as Virgil connects with a 60 yard fieldgoal(to win the game in double overtime) right between his legs. Again, the men in the crowd groan and hold themselves; its the second nut shot that Mark has taken in this match.

Virgil is saddistic as he pulls Mark back up, wrapping a barbed wire leash around his neck and launching him over the top rope, to dangle like a Christmas Turkey from a butcher’s window over the top rope. Mark Virgil heaves on the wire, slicing himself in the process as Mark fights the choking wire around his neck. Mark begins to pass out and Virgil senses a victory, he is the shark smelling the blood in the water. Mark manages to get a foot onto the apron, then dives forward, pulling the wire through Virgil’s hands as well as himself over the top rope!

Mark gasps for air, Virgil’s head has connected solidly with the concrete twice here in this match, but neither man are much for any more in this contest. Mark is sitting up against http://canadianpharmacyviagra-norx.com/ the ring apron, Virgil is laying there staring back at him, both wondering who is going to have the strength to finish the other off.Mark shoves himself up, Virgil just watches, but Mark is weary of Virgil now; Virgil the same of Mark. McNasty walks over close to Virgil, and Virgil plays his hand of tossing some tacks at Mark for a distraction. Mark stomps down on Keenan’s chest, then pulls him back up, rolling him into the ring next to the ladder. McNasty digs under the ring, bringing out another bag of tacks, broken glass, lighter fluid, staples, a used condom?, and firecrackers. McNasty smiles as he slides two more tables onto the ring’s canvas. He grabs a lighter, and pulls open Virgil’s pants, pouring fluid down his trunks before lighting the firecrackers and tossing them down Virgil’s pants. Virgil is really out cold and the men are already groaning.

Virgil screams as he beats himself in the crotch, trying to put out the firecrackers and flames that were ignited from the firecrackers, McNasty is laughing, until Virgil tosses a still lit firecracker at him. The lit fuse ignites the fluid on Mark’s hand, then it ignites the can of fluid in Mark’s hand; viagra effetti collaterali the can explodes right in Mark’s face which causes him to stumble backwards into the ladder, trip over the table, and come crashing down face first near the used condom. Virgil, limping heavily, comes over, gingerly pulling Mark up, and touching the used condom… going to rub it right into Mark’s face. Mark with a ball shot doubles Virgil over and Mark rams the used condom into Virgil’s mouth, causing him to gag and puke in the middle of the ring. Mark falls back against the ropes, he charges at Virgil. Mark slips, Virgil, sheer instinct, catches Mark, nailing him with a sit-out spinebuster right into the puddle of puke!

Virgil pulls the now disgusting McNasty up, ramming his fist into his face and doing his best to gouge his eyes out of his skull, but McNasty tries to fight back, Virgil silences the fight with a well placed boot to the gut. Virgil sets up the tables, covers them in glass and tacks(as Mark tries to breath) and covers the remaining in barbed wire. Virgil grabs McNasty, pulling him up onto the top of the ladder and then up onto his shoulders. Virgil leaps off, driving McNasty’s skull and body through the two tables of debris, but Virgil also catches a bit of it as well… though not near as much as McNasty does. Virgil makes the cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–

Kickout!

Virgil can’t believe it, Virgil is astonished that McNasty is still alive, because he knows the pain that he is feeling. He pulls McNasty back up, setting him up for a suplex, and delivers it perfectly onto the debris, but McNasty is not in a position to be covered and Virgil is upset about this. Both men are covered in sawdust, glass, tacks, pieces of barbed wire, they are both burnt, they are both hurting and are definitely going to be hurting for tomorrow’s press conference. McNasty picks up a length of wood, Virgil does the same, and both men are definitely swaying on their feet; neither can stand still. Blood is pumping out of wounds, but they are still standing. Virgil swings, McNasty dodges, sending a swing back of his own. Both swings are weak and do not trouble the other, but they are off balance. They charge in(as much as they can) and swing.

McNasty connects with the length of wood, driving the blunt in onto the place where Virgil’s heart would be and causes him to fall down. McNasty’s slight momentum is enough to send him toppling onto Virgil and there is a cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEW AOWF King O’Extreme tadalafil online Champion… Mark McNasty!

QUICK RESULTS

Bobby Lee defeats Wyn Mangum
The Harlequin defeats Jaice Wilds
Anna Mathews defeats Scott Nash Strader
Mark McNasty defeats Virgil Keenan and becomes new AoWF King of Extreme Champion

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The Branches of Sin

Earlier Tonight…

We fade backstage, and it’s here we see Matthew Engel arriving earlier in the evening. As he enters the arena he is met with a trash can, crumpled over his head. Engel drops his duffle bag, and lays in a left hook on his attacker. The man attacking takes the hit, we still can’t clearly see who it is though. Engel lifts a knee to the attackers chest. The attack keels forward but then charges Engel spearing him into the wall. He grabs Engel by the head and neck and throws Engel. Engel goes flying right through a pane of glass. And that’s when we see him.

The Alliance of Wrestling Federations Intercontinental Champion, Thomas Manchester Black. He wipes off his hands and walks off…

Revenge of the Apostle I: Nacho Edition

We open to a concession stand in an arena. A stand frequently visited by red necks and various others who refuse to count calories and are easily allured by bright colors and sugar. But today it is visited by a man who is normally one of those watched by the spectators. But tonight he is just an average jack off in line just another day in the nachozone.

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Figgy: ” I want gatoraides two of every flavour you have. Then I want four nachos, six corndogs, ten churros, and a box of tic tacs”

Our hero leaves the stand with his bundle of food which seems to be placed on a large tray. He seemed to have no idea why he was so hungry but wasn’t going to complain. But soon a wild Scott Nash Srader appears and uses leer . It’s not very effective since Figgy seemed focused on downing a blue gatoraide.

Figgy: Oh hey strader

SNS: What the fuck do you think you are doing?

Figgy: I know, I know the food here is terrible but I needed a nacho fix

SNS: Why the fuck are you even here?

Figgy: Oh that? I’m cool I bought the ticket off some old guy.

Strader crosses his arms suspiciously knowing Figgy had to be up to something.

SNS: I’ll be watching you Fig.

Figgy: okey doeky

Figgy tawdles off seeming unphased by the threat from Strader. And we fade to black.

Welcome to REBEL Pro Handicap Match!

“The Virus” Matthew Engel versus Golden Inferno

Jester Jay: After that beat down from Thomas Manchester Black, we got to wonder if Engel can compete like this, by.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, I guess that’s why…

Suddenly Second 2 None’s theme hits, yeah I don’t remember it’s some shit by Metallica fuck off, and the crowd goes nuts. They make their way to the ring and get inside, hoisting up the PWA Tag Team titles.

Second 2 None versus Golden Inferno

Matt Engel and Jethro Hayes stand in the ring.

Linzi Martin: So where’s Golden Inferno?

Jester Jay: Ah, here we go.

Two large men come from the back, carrying Jeremy Gold. He’s in a tattered suit, and has a white trail out of one nostril, while blood comes from the other. They carry him to the ring, and throw him in. He cowers in the corner and Engel and Hayes laugh in the other corner.

Linzi Martin: Well…that’s half of them. Where’s “Inferno?”

As if on cue, Inferno runs out from the back. He lets out a “WOOOO” as he holds up his arms, then empties a canister of gas on himself. Another cheer before he strikes a match, and lights himself on fire. The cheers turn to screams as he does three loops, then runs off the stage and crashes through some electrical equipment. The lights flicker a few times, before coming back on. The ref shakes his head, and signals for the bell, not knowing what else to do. Jethro and Matt walk towards Jeremy, and he climbs up onto the top turnbuckle in a ball, much like a cat on a chair. They drag him off, and hold him up, and we see his pant leg turn a different color before liquid begins dropping from the bottom. They drop him, and simply begin stomping away. Jeremy screams much like a little girl, and Jethro gives him a boot to the face to shut him up.

Jester Jay: I’m sure redneck hillbilly hick there knows a thing or two about shutting bitches up.

Linzi Martin: You better shut your mouth before Jethro decides to do it for you.

Gold begins foaming at the mouth; probably a side effect of that white streak coming from his nose, and Jethro decides to end it with the Plow. As for Engel – already on the top turnbuckle -he immediately crashes down on Gold with the Euthanasia. Jethro points as Matt gets on his knees, and puts his pinkie on Gold.

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3!

Winners: Second 2 None.

Revenge of the Apostle II

We once more see our hero, this time standing in the parking lot with a churro in his teeth as if it were a cigar. He approached four teenagers and one who looked like he had an overactive pituitary gland . Figgy smiles wide at the group.

Figgy: Wanna make $1000?

And we fade…

Virgil Keenan versus Scott Nash Strader

The referee ref gives the cue for both men to meet in the middle. As they step to the middle of the ring, you can see the hight difference between the two men. Strader smiles and nails Keenan with a big time right hand. The crowd reacts with a pop as SNS starts to unload on the smaller Virgil. Keenan quickly drops down, causing SNS to miss a haymaker and nails a dropkick to the knee. Strader stumbles back as Keenan tries to get on the offense by firing punches and chops. He gets Scott to the ropes and goes for the flipping dropkick, but SNS uses both hands to send Virgil down to the mat.

Linzi Martin: Strader looking to get into shape to go up to the newest Rebel Pro talent Second 2 None.

Jester Jay: Wouldn’t you when your partner has one eye?

SNS picks up Keenan and whips him into the corner, Scott rushes in and drives his knee into the midsection of Virgil. Quickly lift Keenan up on the top turnbuckle. Scott fires a few shots at Virgil before joining him on the ropes. He hooks him up in a double arm underhook before leaping back and riving Virgil’s head into the mat. Over Rye Drive!!! Virgil shakes a little as SNS floats over for the pin.

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KICKOUT!!!

Virgil gets the arm up as SNS looks down with disgust. He picks Keenan and fires a few kicks to the stomach, before backing into the ropes. Strader comes off looking for the big boot to the side of the head, but Virgil dodges. SNS plants his foot and with blinding speed springs around for a clothesline. Keenan catches the arm and leaps up, nailing a picture perfect leaping armbreaker. Virgil backs up before leaping in the air and driving a knee into the back of SNS’ neck. Scott holds his neck as Virgil sits him up and quickly hooks in a Dragon Sleeper, leaning back trying to apply as much pressure as possible.

Linzi Martin: Keenan is showing he can keep up with AOWF veterans.

Jester Jay: You kidding? Virgin gives us Newfies a bad name, by.

Keenan stands up, still keeping the hold on. In one quick motion, Virgil drops SNS’ neck right on his knee, before letting him hit the mat. Virgil steps back and is measuring SNS up. Strader gets to his knees and out of nowhere Virgil nails a swinging neckbreaker. Strader’s neck bounces up off the mat as Keenan looks to stay on the attack. Keenan hits the ropes and comes off with a giant leg drop. Virgil follows through and hops up before hopping up on his feet. Virgil quickly hooks the leg.

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KICKOUT!!

SNS powers out, still showing signs of strength as Virgil rolls off of him. Keenan goes for a soccer kick, but SNS catches his legs and lifts him up over his shoulder. Virgil starts to fire his knees into the chest of Strader, trying to make him let go.

Jester Jay: Scott is looking pissed off, by.

Virgil finally nails a good elbow shot, right around the ears of SNS. Scott loosens his grip. Virgil with a knee to midsection, he steps back and sends another knee right to the temple of SNS. Not hitting hard enough to kill, but hitting hard enough for him to take Scott off his feet.

Linzi Martin: What a crushing shot to SNS!!!

SNS rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, trying to put space between him and Keenan. Keenan, not trying to waste a moment runs towards the ropes and leaps over with a cross body block. Scott at the last minute moves out of the way, causing Virgil to hit the floor. SNS shakes the cobwebs out of his head and leaps on the guardrailing, before twisting off, nailing Virgil with a huge elbow to the skull. SNS rolls Keenan back into the ring and slides in after him. Keenan is quickly back up to his feet and is coming off the ropes as SNS is up on one knee. Virgil jumps and seems to hang in the air for a moment before nailing SNS square in the face with a dropkick. SNS falls back into the seated position and before he can do anything, Virgil plants a boot straight into the jaw of SNS.

SNS doesn’t move for a moment so Virgil slaps SNS into a Dragon Sleeper.

Linzi Martin: And SNS is trying to fight out of the hold.

Keenan lifts up, looking to go for another knee neckbreaker. Somehow, SNS is able to fight and fight until he is able to reverse the hold into an inverted DDT. He lifts Keenan up for an inverted suplex and drapes him hard on the ring ropes. Virgil is just hanging there as Scott climbs the turnbuckle, SNS leaps from the top turnbuckle driving his elbow into the back of Virgil, causing him to flip into the ring. Strader pulls himself up, using the ropes and is waiting for Virgil to move. Strader wraps up Keenan while he still is on the ground, Scott hooks his feet under his arms and Keenan up, slamming down him down on the ground two to three times.

Linzi Martin: Cherry Whiskey Bomb and it looks like SNS wants to makes sure Keenan stays down this time.

Scott picks him up and Irish Whips him to the corner. Scott yanks Virgil in and lifts him up in a Gorilla Press Slam, but instead Virgil manages to slip out of it and hits SNS with the Burning Hammer.

Linzi Martin: THE BURNING HAMMER!!!

Jester Jay: Fuck the Newfie got this one, by.

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DING DING DING

Maya Kalis: And the winner of this match… and not my sexy ass grandfather… VIRGIN KEENAN!!!!!

The referee raises Virgil’s hand in the air and he points to the crowd and then to the Order of Chaos flags that flank the REBELTron, disgust behind the mask of his.

Linzi Martin: Virgil is back on a winning track.

Jester Jay: Ay that he is.

Virgil leaves the ring, making his way up the ramp. SNS is up in the ring and shakes it all off. It’s as Virgil gets to the top of the ramp he takes a step back. Simon Kalis steps forward, adjusting his trench coat before reaching into his breast pocket. Simon produces an envelope, the camera zooms in and it’s clearly marked “Dear Virgil Keenan”. He hands it to Keenan and pats him on the shoulder.

Linzi Martin: What’s all this about? Do you think Simon is giving Virgil an invite to The Order?

Virgil looks at the envelope and opens it up. It’s a single page, and the camera picks up on the big letters:

“FUCK YOU!”

Kalis walks towards the ring, grinning, Virgil just crumples up the letter and chucks it into the crowd before heading to the back.

Revenge of the Apostle III

The scene opens to reveal Scott Nash Strader standing in the parking lot with a clenched fist The camera pans over showing the chopper owned by SNS was compleltly upside down standing upon it’s handle bars. Sitting perfectly one the rear tire stood a bobble head in the likeness of figgy. SNS picks up the doll and crushes the head in his hand…

REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match

Wyn Mangum versus Jaice Wilds versus Mark McNasty©

As all three got into the ring, McNasty and Wilds fight each other. They exchange a quick succession of lefts and rights, before McNasty takes Wilds down with a well executed hip toss. He follows it up with a few swift kicks but Wyn gets McNasty with a russian leg sweep. Wyn and Wilds lock up now. They get no where struggling with each other, then push each other away and back up from each other and then both charge forward. Wilds grabs onto Wyn by her shoulders and leapfrogs over her grabbing onto the back of her head and dropping her down with a reverse neckbreaker. Wyn is up immediately to her surprise and lands a devastating superkick to the Wilds sending him bouncing on the canvas. McNasty quickly grabs Wyn and whips her into the corner. She stumbles forward and then gets hit with spinning mule kick from the Aggression Champion. Wilds is up, and he runs up, jumps on the turnbuckle and then cross body splashes onto both Wyn and McNasty. He covers them both!

1!

KICK OUT!

Wilds is back up quickly. Out of nowhere he lands an asai moonsault on McNasty and Wyn but Wyn is quick to recover and she jumps to her feet. He goes to clotheseline Wyn, but she ducks and kicks out his knees from under him. She grabs him by the hair and slams him to the canvas. Wyn goes to the top rope and hits a flying elbow drop on Jaice Wilds!

1!

2!!

BREAK! McNasty rips Wyn off and lifts her up. But Wyn cracks McNasty with an elbow and follows it up with a Rude Awakening style neckbreaker! Wilds is up and dropkicks her in the back of the head. Wilds goes up top quickly to capitalize, AERIAL ACE ON MARK MCNASTY! He’s up and points to a fan at ringside who has a “Fuck You, Kyle!” sign and gives him a thumbs up as he covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!
NO!!!! Wyn breaks the count just in time and saves the match.

Jaice pushes Wyn off of him and they’re both to their feet. Wilds bounces off the ropes and goes for a drop kick but Wyn dodges it. Wyn lifts Jaice up and then puts him in a tree of woe as McNasty crawls away from them Wyn then lifts Jaice up- BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE! The crowd is on their feet! Wyn covers!

1!

2!!

3!!! NO! That no good son of a bitch Mark McNasty breaks up the count!

McNasty grabs hold of Wyn, using his strength and power to overtake her he hits the SAULT SLAM!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Maya Kalis: The winner of this match and STILL REBEL Pro Aggression Champion!!! MARK McNASTY!!!!

Maya hands Mark the belt and grabs his dick for good measure, winking before skipping off. Jaice slams his fist on the canvas as Wyn comes back from her dazed state. McNasty hoists the Aggression title high as we fade…

QUICK RESULTS

Second 2 None defeats Golden Inferno
Virgil Keenan defeats Scott Nash Strader
McNasty defeats Wyn Mangum and Jaice Wilds to retain the Aggression title.

Congratulations!

REBEL Pro would like to officially congratulate RXW’s Allen Chaney for his incredible upset victory at last weeks PWA Sunday Night Rampage. For the mans hard work and determination, we salute you sir! Congratulations on your well earned and deserved victory!

Mangum, Wyn

Wyn Mangum

 

HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 4’11″, 90 lbs

HOMETOWN: Wicker Park

ENTRANCE MUSIC: “Video Games” by Lana Del Rey

STYLE: 1980s “hipster” style

FIVE FAVORITE MOVES:

Rude Awakening style neckbreaker.

Top rope flying elbow drop.

Sleeper hold.

Stan Hansen style lariat.

Fisherman’s suplex.

FINISHER: Broken Social Scene

FINISHER DESCRIPTION: Wyn places her opponent in the tree of woe, working over them as one would expect. Once she’s bored, she lifts her opponent up and drops them with a hanging reverse DDT.

 

BIO: A self-described trust fund kid raised by nannies in a rich, hip Chicago suburb, Wyn Mangum could have done anything she wanted. Finding herself dissatisfied with

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music, painting, and documentary film-making, she took the next logical step and decided to become a professional wrestler. Cruelty-free and gender-neutral, the Department of H.A.R.M.’s newest acquisition is just looking for something to do, because whatever, man.

APPEARANCE: Wyn Mangum is short, thin, and not all that muscular, which makes her decidedly old-school offensive attack puzzling, to say the least. She wears homemade, hand-stitched wrestling gear, Ray Bans, and high top Chuck Taylors. She’s got red hair. Most wrestling fans would probably call her attractive.

Pic Base: Veda Scott

Does your wrestler have a manger? Heck yes!

Does your manager cheat? Heck yes!

Does your manager carry a weapon? No.

 

MANAGER’S NAME:Horatio Q. (w/Tsarmina Bloodmoon)

MANAGER’S APPEARANCE: Horatio Q. is an old man, accompanied at all times by his Russian mistress/caretaker/handler of affairs Tsarmina Bloodmoon. A rich man (potentially an ex-drug kingpin, if not a current one), Horatio Q. is always fabulously attired, as is Tsarmina, though she dresses less to impress others than to excite Horatio sexually. Gotta keep that blood flowing.

Picbases—

Horatio

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Prove Your Worth! 2012

The Arrival

And You Said REBEL Pro Was Going Under? Fuck You!

We’re backstage at Prove Your Worth! in the dry heat of Phoenix, Arizona. Back in the parking lot, actually, where we see a stretch Lincoln Town Car limousine, black with gold trim, pull up. It seems Simon Kalis and Tamika Nash Strader have spared no expense to bring some high profile individuals into Rebel Pro land tonight. And wouldn’t you know? The fine Tamika Nash Strader is greeting these mystery people or person herself!

Tamika Nash Strader: This oughta be interesting.

The limo stops and the driver pops out, opening the back door as Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel both step out! OMG!

Tamika Nash Strader: Gentlemen!

Engel and Hayes, both dressed in fine, tailored suits arrive on scene here at Prove Your Worth! It must have been a hell of a night and day for these two, as Jethro was just winning the World Championship in PWA last night. Hayes has both his World and Tag Titles over his shoulders, and Engel has his Tag Title over his left shoulder. They have some bags as well, but Tamika snaps and some RPW staff assists Second 2 None with their luggage and precious titles.

Tamika Nash Strader: Don’t worry, they’ll be in your locker room waiting for you. Your locker room also has anything and everything you need, and if there’s something we missed, please don’t hesitate to let us know.

Engel and Hayes look at each other, and then shrug, handing off their belts and allowing RPW staff to take their luggage.

Tamika Nash Strader: Now if you don’t mind, you two, I’d love for you to join us in Simon’s office where we can get down to business. He’ll be with us in a few minutes, he has… In-ring business to attend to at the moment, but there will be refreshments and entertainment while we wait.

Jethro Hayes: Absolutely, Tamika. And mighty thanks for everything you’ve done for us.

Tamika Nash Strader: It’s our pleasure, Jethro, Matt… and welcome back to Rebel Pro.

Engel and Jethro both nod and begin walking inside with Tamika as we cut back to ringside.

Prove Your Worth! 2012

“Invasion” by Christian Poulet & Jean-Yves Rigo hits and an arch of golden pyros covers the entrance ramp.

Jenny Jersey: INTRODUCING! He is the PRESIDENT of REBEL Pro!

An arch of pyros as Simon Kalis steps forward, pitching a finished cigarette before himself. The crowd is on their feet.

Jenny Jersey: Simon KALIS!!!

Fireworks pop off all along the entrance ramp as Simon Kalis steps forward, and everyone in the arena does a double take. Simon isn’t alone, as at one side of him stands Matt Stone. The other side stands REBEL Pro World Champion Reece Paxton.

Linzi Martin: Wait a second… He’s not wearing a suit. He usually did.

Simon removes his trench coat and chucks it into the crowd, before sliding into the ring.

Jester Jay: No… He’s in his wrestling gear.

Simon Kalis: I’m sure you can all hear me.

Everyone looks at the REBELTron, but then back at Simon.

Simon Kalis: This is another, specially edited audio recording. I don’t quite like others talking for me, and since The Masters deemed it necessary to slash my face and throat this is what we’re left with. Now, please. Allow me a moment. There’s a lot that’s going on tonight, and I figured what better way to start it than with two great guys like Matt and Reece.

In the ring Simon looks to Matt, then to Reece, then to crowd and cracks a smile. He reaches into his pants and pulls out what looks like a 9mm handgun, the crowd gasping.

Linzi Martin: Oh dear God.

Jester Jay: Aw shit I forgot he was black for a second!

Simon walks around the ring, pacing back and forth.

Simon Kalis: Right. This may look like Matt Stone is about to cash in the Number One Contender’s trophy, and claim his shot at Reece Paxton. By rights, he can. But there’s one thing.

Simon quickly aims and fires at Reece Paxton! There’s a moment of shock, but ONLY a split second- instead of bullets some sort of liquid fires from it directly into Reece Paxton’s eyes. Reece grabs his face and falls to his knees as Simon rushes up to him and gun bashes him across the face. Stone cracks a grin, amused by all this.

Simon Kalis: In June of 2011, I won a match in REBEL Pro. That match stipulated I was entitled to a shot at the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship. But then I immediately purchased the company afterwards to save it from bankruptcy, and decided not to continue to compete in REBEL Pro.

Kalis looks around and smiles.

Simon Kalis: I’m cashing MY shot in!

Simon stomps down on Reece Paxton and chucks the fake gun aside and lifts Reece up. He whips Reece Paxton into Matt Stone, C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER!!!!

Distorted Voice: Assuming direct control.

REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship Match

Simon Kalis versus Reece Paxton©

DING DING DING

Stone nods and leaves the ring as Simon walks around the ring, raising his arms triumphantly in the air.

Larry Gordon: So this is his return to REBEL Pro? Like this? The son of a bitch.

Simon leans over the ropes and starts eyeing Larry Gordon. He returns to Reece and Simon continues to lay it in on Reece Paxton who’s still dazed from being seemingly pepper sprayed and hit with the Combobreaker. Simon lifts Reece up off the canvas and hits an implant DDT for good measure. He covers.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Linzi Martin: Screw you Larry. You did this.

Simon gets to his feet, a little pissed, and lifts Paxton up and goes to put him into an abdominal stretch but Reece slips away. Reece wipes his eyes and charges Simon Kalis, he clotheslines Simon Kalis into the turnbuckle and then hits a bull dog as a follow up. Simon stumbles around and Reece locks up with him, NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Reece is now on the offensive against the former General, Reece heads up to the top rope. He comes flying off with a top rope elbow drop, landing his elbow HARD into Simon Kalis’ recently healed throat. He covers.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Larry Gordon: How can he do this to his own stablemate? Simon lost some brain cells at Barbed Wire Massacre, and now Reece is going to finish him off.

Matt Stone smacks the canvas, yelling at Simon to get up.

Linzi Martin: I doubt that.

Reece lifts Simon up off the canvas and cracks him across the face by bringing his face down while bringing his own knee up. Simon Kalis drops to his knees and low blows Reece Paxton. Paxton stumbles past Simon as Simon rubs his throat, gasping for air. Simon crawls away and slowly gets to his feet. He rushes to Reece but Reece side steps Simon getting behind Kalis and then reverse DDTing him to the canvas. Simon rolls out of the ring and scoffs, looking around angrily at the now booing crowd. It’s at this point we see Adrian Kalis jump the barricade separating the fans from the action. Reece backs up in the ring but Adrian immediately attacks SIMON! Stone’s eyes widen as Adrian begins stomping down on Simon Kalis. Adrian jumps back and begins stomping his foot, looking at Reece and nodding. Adrian seems to be staring down Matt Stone. Simon Kalis is a mess as Adrian then picks Simon up and throws him into the ring.

Larry Gordon: HAHA! Are we witnessing the implosion of The Order of Chaos!? Title hungry they are, and now they’re ripping each other apart!

Adrian slides in after Simon. He high fives Reece, but Stone slides in to check on Simon. Stone has some words for Adrian, as the two Generals begin exchanging a heated argument. Reece finally unstraps the REBEL Pro World Championship as Matt helps Simon to his feet. Reece lunges forward and cracks the belt over Matt Stone’s face, Stone hits the canvas bleeding. The crowd is going nuts. Simon tries to attack Reece and but fails and Reece cracks him over the head too, busting Simon Kalis open! Stone and Simon down, Reece pulls Simon up and whips him into the ropes. Adrian looks at Stone and smirks. Reece hoists Kalis up on the turnbuckles, COYOTE CUTTER!!! Simon is utterly obliterated, and Reece Paxton covers.

1!

Larry Gordon: The Order of Chaos just split in half, folks. Glorious day!

2!!

Linzi Martin: Poor Simon.

3!!!

NO!!!! ADRIAN RIPS REECE PAXTON OFF OF SIMON KALIS! The crowd BOOS intensely! Reece and Adrian begin to slug it out, Reece lays in some good strong heavy shots into Adrian but Adrian kicks Reece in the gut and spins him around- MASADRIVER!!!

Larry Gordon: Oh hell.

Adrian goes to check on Simon, then to Stone. He helps Matt Stone up and both of them are quite amused with themselves, though Matt wipes the blood off his face and holds up the bloody hand to Adrian who just shrugs. Simon is up and leaning against the turnbuckles. Reece looks around, dazed and confused. Stone and Adrian begin stomping down on him and they lift him up. Simon just smirks as Adrian whips Paxton to the ropes. Adrian lifts Reece high in the air and sets him up for a powerful C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER from Matt Stone!!!! The crowd boos as Simon Kalis limps over and collapses on Reece. Adrian and Stone sit down on top of Simon and wave for the cameras.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: What the hell just happened?!

Adrian hands Simon the REBEL Pro World title, as both Adrian and Matt lift him up.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Chamion… SIMON KALIS!!!!!!!

Kalis raises the title high in the air, as Matt Stone and Adrian help him out of the ring. The crowd boos, Reece is left knocked down hard.

Linzi Martin: Wait what’s that mean for tonights main event?! Shiiiiiiiiiiiit is about to hit the fan!

Larry Gordon: I’m gonna be sick.

Simon Kalis, Matt Stone and Adrian Kalis all stand at the entrance ramp. Stone raises the AoWF King O’Extreme and RXW World titles in the air. Simon raises his new REBEL Pro World title, as Adrian raises the AoWF TV title.

Larry Gordon: God help us.

Fireworks go off as The Order of Chaos emblem burns over the REBELTron.

Simon Kalis: Welcome to PROVE YOUR WORTH!

REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Number 1 Contenders Match

Jaice Wilds vs. Umbra vs. Wyn Mangum

Ding Ding

Umbra comes charging in with a big right hook, but Jaice throws a bluetooth earpiece right in his face, catching him off guard and finishes off this weird start with a spinning heel kick right to his face. Umbra falls back right into a German suplex from Wyn Mangum, who seems surprised to have known what to do. Wyn rolls up to her feet, but Jaice is right there kneeing her right in the damn face and sending her out of the ring. Umbra rolls up to his feet, but Jaice is there to pour a series of punches and kicks to Umbra that backs him up in a corner. Jaice is wearing him out with right after left, after right after left; not to mention alternating it with kicks as well. Jaice looks like a whirlwind as he is trying to wear Umbra down and get a win before Wyn can get back in the ring. On the outside of the ring, Wyn pulls herself up and has a chair in her hand as though it appeared by magic; she shrugs before rolling in silently as though she knows by instinct what to do. Jaice is still beating the shit out of Umbra in the corner when…

CRACK!

Linzi Martin: What a shot from Wyn Mangum there!

Larry Gordon: Jaice’s head slams forward headbutting Umbra with quite a bit of force.

Jaice, seemingly out of instinct to defend himself, turns around slowly. Wyn, looking at the chair as though shocked that it moved on its own accord, nails Jaice right in the face with it this time. Jaice slumps back and Wyn is going to town on Jaice with repeated chair shots, looking shocked at each time she swings the chair down to meet Jaice’s face.

Linzi Martin: She looks like she is not in control of herself.

Larry Gordon: Like she is shocked that she instinctively knows what to do.

Jaice crumples down to the canvas and the chair continues to nail a head, but this time its Umbra’s face instead and his forehead is busted open, blood pouring down his face in a crimson mask. Somehow Jaice manages to get a foot up, nailing Wyn right in the crotch, causing her to drop the chair and howl in pain fron the blow. Wyn falls back.

Larry Gordon: That’ll stop her.

Linzi Martin: It’d stop you too.

Jaice pulls himself up , shaking his head and causing the blood on the back of his skull to fall down his back. Wyn is holding herself and doing her best not to cry; she had no idea wrestling was going to be this violent. Jaice pulls her up, but Umbra rolls him up from behind, Wyn falls down still holding herself, and Jaice is pinned to the canvas.

One!

Two!

Thr…

Jaice counters with a reversal!

One!

Wyn looks confused as what to do, besides she’s still holding herself in pain.

Two!

Wyn manages to throw herself on them and break the initial pin. Jaice shoves Wyn and keeps the pin, but Wyn, still in pain, is over Umbra as well. The referee makes the count anyways!

1!

2!!

3!!!

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match and NEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Number One Contender… Jaice Wilds and Wyn Mangum!

Linzi Martin: What a quick, but yet violent match.

Larry Gordon: And what utter confusion. So there’s TWO number one contenders?! Simon Kalis’ math is terrible.

Culling Wolves & Coyotes

We fade into the office of Simon Kalis. He’s finished getting stitched up, and the crowd boos. He taps the REBEL Pro World Championship over his shoulder and smirks. Jeremy Gold is sitting across from him, and Simon pushes forward a piece of paper. Gold clears his throat.

Jeremy Gold: Uh.. REBEL Pro needs its Champions to be of merit. It needs its Champions to fulfill their contractual obligations. Reece Paxton failed to do this, and he suffered the consequences. But there is one other who has failed to live up to the obligations he made with this company.

Kalis nods, pushing Jeremy to continue.

Jeremy Gold: Thunderwolf was given ample time to find a new tag team partner following the Fall From Grace of Jeffery Drake. And while REBEL Pro was honoured to have two communal figureheads like Drake and Wolf representing our tag team division, sadly this division has grown stagnant only months following the hugely successful RP3T tournament. Therefore, it is my prerogative as President of REBEL Pro to strip Thunderwolf of all claim to the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championships.

Kalis shakes his head, almost sorry. Almost. The crowd boos.

Jeremy Gold: Furthermore, it is then in the best interest of REBEL Pro that this matter be settled effective immediately. And so I arranged for two teams to come to Phoenix tonight, to compete for these Championships. Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly give you…

Stolen Hearts

Stolen Hearts Logo
Consider the Spotlight… Stolen

We come in with Matt Stone sitting in front of his laptop, he’s in a living room setting, sitting alone. He’s wearing his shut me up shirt that we can see.

Matt: “Well Rebel Pro fans, you’re in for a real treat this Monday at Prove Your Worth, for everything that’s advertised, there’s one match happening that you don’t even know about featuring your truly, Justin Case.”

Matt chuckles and shakes his head.

Matt: “No, I wouldn’t do that to you, I am of course Matt Stone and my partner this week will be…”

Stone hits a button on his laptop and the image of whom he is talking to appears. The image on the laptop comes to life and we see Matt’s girlfriend, former REBEL Aggression and Tag Champ Emily Corlen come into view. Her attention is on a small hand mirror, as she casually makes kissy faces into it, clearly amusing herself. It’s entirely likely she doesn’t even know the camera is rolling.

Matt: “Emily Corlen, who is so focused on this match she feels she has time to waste making out with herself. That’s kinda hot. Hey Em, over here!”

Emily turns her attention to the camera.

Emily: “Oh, uh… are we rolling?”

She blushes a little as she quickly tosses the hand mirror away.

Emily: “Right then. Hello, REBEL Pro Trailerparkverse! My name is Emily Corlen. You might remember me from such classics as ‘that time I sprayed Simon Kalis in his eye socket with pepper spray’, or ‘that time I ended Legion’s career’ or my personal favorite, ‘the night I kicked the entire RPW roster’s ass in a battle royal simply because I could’! Well, I have excellent news for you all… I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!”

She smiles innocently into the camera. We shift back to Matt now who has a confident smirk almost plastered on his face at this point.

Matt: “And the last time you guys saw me I was winning the Number One’s Contender’s Trophy and I know what you’re thinking, with a 4 person buried alive match for the Rebel Pro World title, this would be the perfect time to use my right as the NoC to challenge the winner immediately, but you see, what does that really prove? We already know I’m smarter than everyone in Rebel Pro, so for me to do that would be like beating a dead horse. I don’t need to do that, and in fact the World title is not why I’m recording this video. When I cash in my NoC, you will all know it.

Something you may not know is that as of Fall From Grace, you have been without tag team champions. Due to some contractual situation that I never cared enough to look into, the tag team titles have been vacated ever since. As my darling girlfriend pointed out earlier in the week, I am a whore for championships and when I heard that the tag titles were vacated, I immediately looked into getting a shot.”

Emily laughs, interrupting Matt’s train of thought.

Emily: “And of course, when my dear paramour says he looked into getting a shot, what he means to say is, his GIRLFRIEND, a former two-time REBEL Pro Tag Team Champion, used some of the considerable pull she has in order to secure our team a shot at becoming the new Tag Team Champions. You see, I still had a shot at the REBEL Tag belts banked from when Justin Case and I lost the titles during the RP3T Tournament. As our team broke up, we were allowed to select new partners. As you can see, I wasted no time in allying myself with the second hottest star in the entire AoWF.”

She smirks.

Emily: “Needless to say, our Championship victory is already assured.”

Cut to Stone.

Matt: “So we’ll be facing Hell and High Water, the team of Lucious Starr and Joshua Danielson. Last time I faced this team was right here in Rebel Pro where the former Order members Cowgirls From Hell defeated Hell and High Water while myself and Marvin Wood just sort of watched. Not something I’m proud of, but H and H lost us that match. Had it have been a regular tag match, we would have won and advanced to the finals of the RP3T tournament, but that’s old news, you all know that already. What some of you may have missed was that on my way to the King of Extreme Championship I defeated Lucious Starr. He gave me everything he had, but it just wasn’t good enough. Story of his life, I’d say.”

Stone smirks as we go back to Emily.

Emily: “Careful, sweetie. Bragging about beating Lucious Starr? People are going to start calling you Scott Nash Strader.”

She chuckles.

Emily: “In all seriousness, really, REBEL Pro Wrestling? That’s the BEST team you can come up with? Lucious Starr and Joshua Freaking Danielson? What’s the matter, are the Freak Show busy at some ICP rally this weekend? I mean, I’m not going to complain. I enjoy free Championships as much as the next person. But Matt and I were going to win this match no matter WHO you put us up against. The least you could have done was try to find a team that could have potentially posed SOME sort of threat at least on paper. I mean… Lucious could fight himself in a match and still find a way to lose twice. And Danielson hasn’t been relevant since… well, EVER. I’m just sayin’.”

Matt: “That’s not entirely true dear, Danielson was somewhat relevant in 2010 when he had the television title…but then someone beat him for it and he hasn’t done anything since. I’m struggling to remember who initially took that belt off him…do you remember, hun?”

Emily: “I don’t actually know off the top of my head, but I’d bet a large sum of money that it was you!”

Emily chuckles. We go back to Stone.

Matt: “You’d win that bet. Joshua was getting all confident and rather than trading in that TV title for a shot at the World Champion, he wanted to keep defending it and I gave him a quick lesson in strategy when I put him I beat him and took that title for the second time in my career. That`s really all I have about Danielson…do you have anything else?”

Emily shakes her head.

Emily: “I wish I did, but Danielson has a habit of not sticking around long enough to ever do anything worth noting. He signed a contract with BWF back when the company relaunched last year. I remember seeing him backstage once or twice. But, just like when he returns to PWA, he was there for maybe two, three shows before flaking out. I mean, how bad do you have to be to be the weak link of a team that also features Lucy Starr? I mean… fucking Christ, that’s just terrible.”

Matt laughs.

Matt: “Then I guess it’s on to the main course, or at least as much of a main course as Lucious Starr can be. He calls himself the AoWF’s most wanted, but really, no one wants him anywhere. Take RXW for example. First thing he does is say he wants to walk out because he can’t cut it, then he challenges me to a match. I mean, seriously kid? I had just beat you on Rampage but because this is RXW, you think you deserve a World title match? Wade Mason isn’t in charge in RXW, the booking isn’t THAT bad. Rather than stay and fight when Emily offered the winner of your match a shot at me, you just threw your hands in the air and gave up. Didn’t record a promo, didn’t write a blog, you did nothing, just like the rest of your career.”

Emily: “That’s the only reason Lucious even came to what was then TGW in the first place. He can’t cut it in PWA, not without Simon or somebody else to fight his battles for him, and he thought TGW would be some easy Championships for him to win that he could fall back on. That failed miserably when he was unable to beat me for the TGW World Championship, which of course then prompted him to publically attempt to devalue both myself and the Championship out of sheer spite. This is how Lucious operates, it’s his M.O. I made him tap out last year in a triple threat match in PWA. To this day, he claims that he “didn’t try that week” and that he simply let me win. In his mind, he thinks that makes his loss to me okay. But the way I see it? It paints him for what he really is – a no talent hack. Hey Lucy, you want to be taken seriously? You have to bust your ass ALL THE TIME, moron. Not just when you feel like it. As a result, there isn’t a damn person in this or any other company who takes you seriously, which is exactly as it should be, you no talent, sad sack piece of shit loser. Do the world a favor and KILL yourself.”

Emily glares into the webcam. She REALLY does not like Lucious Starr. Matt supresses laughter, being highly amused by all the Lucy hate.

Matt: “Now I know how Starr works, so I’m pretty sure he’s going to bring up things like how he was in the Order of Chaos before either one of us were, how he and Joshua have been teaming for years while you and I Em have never teamed, or even the ever so desperate excuse of ‘we’ve never faced him in a Rebel Pro ring’. None of these points hold any water whatsoever. I have single-handedly done more for the Order in the month of May than he ever did. While Emily and I have never teamed in the ring before, I can assure you gentlemen that her and I have way more chemistry than you could ever have. Her and I aren`t even in the same country right now and I can tell you what she`s thinking as easily as she can tell me what I`m thinking. Working together won`t be an issue for us. As for Rebel Pro? Both Emily and myself have had more success in Rebel Pro than either of you have and we’re just getting started. You two haven’t begun to see the best her and I are capable of, and fellows, that should scare you.”

Emily smirks.

Emily: “I can’t argue with that. Although I’m sure it’s highly likely that the two of them are having just as much sex with each other as we are, Matt.”

She winks into the webcam. Stone shudders.

Matt: “I did not need that image in my head at all. Gives new meaning to Starr’s “I claim your soul”. He must have picked that move up from the Catholic church”

Emily: “Do you think that Josh was Lucy’s Accountabili-buddy?”

She chuckles at her own joke.

Emily: “You know, back on topic… what can be said about Hell and High Water? They’ve had one major victory in their entire tenure as a team, against a still-injured Chamelion and a rusty Raizzor last year, and as soon as they were put against a team that was marginally better than the Dragons, Hell and High Water folded like a collapsible lung and did what both men have done best their entire careers; they rolled over and died. This Monday night, at Prove Your Worth, that’s all they’re gonna be good for again. On the plus side, boys, you get to be front row center for the emergence of 2012′s Tag Team of the Year in the AoWF… Matt Stone and Emily Corlen. Believe it.”

We cut back to Stone.

Matt: “So feel honored Rebelites, you will once again have Matt Stone and Emily Corlen in your company. We will represent you as Tag Team Champions, We will be making a statement to the entire AoWF that we are here to make an impact, to dominate everyone and that no two people can shut us up, especially a team consisting of two failures such as Lucious Starr and Joshua Danielson. See you Monday.”

One final smirk from Stone and the camera cuts out.

Hell & High Water

We fade back to Simons office, and he seems to be heavily entrenched in a game of Skyrim- playing the new Dawnguard DLC, available now for an exclusive time only on the Xbox 360! Gold, however, has the next statement ready.

Jeremy Gold: Hell & High Water were asked to film a promotional video to be aired with Stolen Hearts before their match. They failed in this obligation, and so we’ve decided that this would be more entertaining than watching Lucious Starr and Joshua Danielson talk anyways. Enjoy!

Dog Playing Golf

REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match

Stolen Hearts versus Hell & High Water

With both teams making it to the ring, Matt Stone and Joshua Danielson start the match out. They lock up, Stone getting the upper hand with a hammer lock, Danielson countering with a drop toe told, floating over with a side headlock. Matt started to get to his feet, pushing Danielson off at the ropes, rebounding back as Stone catches him with a high heel kick. Danielson goes down and Stone gets to his feet first, a smirk on his face. Joshua starts getting up as well, Matt grabs a hold of his waist and lifts him up in the air, driving him down with a German Suplex. Matt gets to his feet, Danielson in a seated position, Matt runs and jumps over his head, connecting with a neck snap. Danielson’s head snaps forward, then he lays flat on his back. Stone grabs his legs and starts looking for the Wrath of Khan, but Joshua is able to push him back with a kick. Stone heads over and tags in Emily, Danielson crawls over and tags in Starr.

Emily comes in the ring as does Starr, who seems quite keen on showing everyone he’s a true star. He charges at Emily and catches her by surprise, knocking her down with a clothesline. Starr stays on the attack, sending kicks at Emily. Stone seems bored at ringside and gets off the apron, going over and sitting with the commentary team, leaving Emily alone to continue fighting off Starr. Fortunately for her, she is able to catch Starr with a thumb in the eye, forcing him back. Emily then gets to her feet and grabs Starr by the throat, picking him up with both hands and slamming him down to the mat, successfully hitting him with her Seventh Heaven. Emily goes for the cover, but only gets a two count.

Corlen stays on the attack, picking Starr up by the hair and backing him into her now empty corner. She glares at Stone, who isn’t paying attention before she drives her shoulder into Starr’s midsection three times. Emily then sits Starr up on the turnbuckle and climbs up with him. She hooks his head and tries to flip him with a superplex, but Starr holds on. Emily tries again, however Lucious once again has the counter. Starr then pushes Emily off the ropes, causing her to land on her back and he quickly follows her, flipping in the air and landing on top of her with a Senton bomb. Rather than go for a cover though, he rolls across and tags in Joshua.

Joshua got in the ring and quickly ran over, hitting a snap leg drop on Emily. Danielson then immediately went for a cover and got a two count before Emily, rather forcibly, kicked out. Corlen fought to her feet as Danielson went for a few hard right hands. Joshua then hit the ropes and came back with a dropkick to Emily’s head. Corlen started getting up, dazed. Danielson spring boarded off the middle rope and hit Emily with a cross body, hooking both her legs for the pin, Emily was forced down, but managed to kick out after the two count. Stone got up from the commentary booth with a chair in hand just as Josh tried to whip Emily into the ropes, but Corlen reversed the whip and as Joshua hit the ropes, he was caught in the back by a hard steel chair shot from Stone! Joshua stumbled forward and Emily picked him up, spinning him around and driving him into the mat with the Spiral Twister.

Emily got to her feet, staggering back a bit, weakened from the two on one she had been facing and Stone tagged himself in by smacking her back. Emily glared back, but with the referee telling her to get out, she reluctantly did. Stone gets in and sees Lucious starting to get in as well, Stone dashes over and hits him with the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! Starr collapsed outside the ring as Joshua started to get up. Matt dashed at him and kicked him square n the temple! After Stone Bequeathed a Boot to the Head, he went for the cover on Danielson and got the 1 2 3! The bell sounded and the referee got in and handed the Tag titles to each Matt and Emily, who had gotten back in the ring, Stone smirked and offered his hand to his partner, who returned his smile and shook his hand, pulling him in for a hug…or, more accurately, a Spiral Twister! Stone was laid out in the ring, Emily draping his body with one of the Rebel Pro Tag belts and shook her head, walking out of the ring, holding up her tag title as she went. The referee checked on Stone, who was still flat on his back.

Winners: Stolen Hearts at 13:42

Encore! Encore! Encore!

Corlen is stopped dead in her tracks, and the crowd in Phoenix explodes!

Larry Gordon: Well. Well. Well.

Second 2 None steps out, and Matthew Engel and Jethro Hayes receive a standing ovation. Stone is still out of it in the ring, and Corlen watches them both carefully for any sudden movements. Jethro stands behind Engel, and raises his PWA World Heavyweight Championship up in one hand and his half of the PWA World Tag Team Championships in the other.

Linzi Martin: Second 2 None has officially arrived to REBEL Pro.

Matthew Engel stands, his half of the PWA World Tag Team Championships around his waist. He begins a golf clap, Jethro Hayes drapes his titles over his broad shoulders and begins a golf clap of his own. Corlen nods, she says something but we can’t hear her. Engel then holds up a stack of papers which are stapled together. The camera zooms in to reveal these papers to be a REBEL Pro contract.

Jester Jay: Shit just got real.

Second 2 None golf clap for a few moments longer, and with a smirk, Jethro Hayes and Matthew Engel exit. This simple action, speaking louder than any words could have.

AoWF Television Championship Match

Xan Vaxman versus Adrian Kalis©

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the Alliance of Wrestling Federations Television Championship! Introducing first, representing REBEL Pro!

A Mash-Up of The Beatles’ “Eleanor Rigby” and Green Day’s “Brain Stew” hits and the crowd begins to cheer as Xan Vaxman appears at the entrance ramp.

Jenny Jersey: Standing in at 6 feet tall, and weighing in tonight at 222 pounds…

Vaxman begins walking down the ramp to the adulation of the crowd, a number of “NSFW” signs can be seen in the crowd.

Jenny Jersey: He hails from Mexico City, Mexico by way of Ottawa, Ontario Canada…

Vaxman enters the ring and raises his arms, the crowd snapping as many pictures as they can.

Jenny Jersey: He is… XAN VAXMAN!!!!!!

Vaxman looks smug, and accepts the warmth and love of the fans graciously.

Jenny Jersey: And, his opponent! Representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association!

“Time To Kill” by Gold and Youth hits, the arena lights dim and red and white strobelights pan the crowd.

Jenny Jersey: He is the reigning AoWF Television Champion!

The crowd boos, the crowd cheers- a bit of a mixed reaction. Adrian steps out, and there are two red lights that flank his left and right sides. The white spotlight shines directly with him in the center.

Jenny Jersey: The GENERAL of The Order of Chaos!

Adrian looks up, the black velvet scarf hangs over his left shoulder. The silver head ornamental head piece keeps the black mask all in place, covering the entirety of his face except his eyes. He wears a tight sleeveless black top, to go with tight black spandex and black boots that accentuates his further toned and muscular figure. Five skulls adorn his right shoulder, five stars adorn the left- and the Order of Chaos emblem is visible over his heart. He points up at the REBELTron, which is flanked by either side by massive Order of Chaos flags.

Jenny Jersey: Standing in at 6’1, weighing in at 225 pounds…

Adrian begins making his way to the ring, sombre, each step seemingly methodically plotted as he stares a hole through Vaxman.

Jenny Jersey: Hailing from Montreal, Quebec Canada!

Adrian circles the ring but then climbs up onto the apron, and holds up the AoWF Television Championship.

Jenny Jersey: He is… ADRIAN KALIS!!!!

Adrian gets into the ring and hands off the belt to the referee for the match. The championship is raised by the ref in the middle of the ring, as each of the men take their positions at opposite corners.

Linzi Martin: There’s an intensity in his eyes.

Jester Jay: Yeah, but look at Vaxman- he realizes what’s at stake.

DING DING DING

Adrian immediately rushes forward, Vaxman comes forward as well but not as fast. Adrian quickly goes full stop before reaching Vaxman and unleashes a wicked trust kick, his shins connecting on Vaxmans right thigh. Adrian follows it up with another thrust kick, angling it into Vaxmans left thigh now to weaken them. Adrian quickly rushes forward now, literally climbing up onto Vaxman and bringing both of is knees up into Vaxmans face, sending both men crashing to the canvas. Adrian quickly gets back to his feet, but so does Vaxman. Adrian enters a Muay Thai kickboxing fighting stance and his eyes beg Vaxman to come for him. Vaxman encroaches, attempting a grapple but Adrian dances away and sways back and forth, seemingly taunting Vaxman.

Linzi Martin: He doesn’t want to tangle with Vaxman as a wrestler does he? If Adrian can keep this to striking, he will overcome Xan.

Jester Jay: Yeah but if he has to go armbar for waistlock with Vaxman, this could be a different story.

Adrian lashes out with more thrust kicks, but Vaxman skillfully dekes away from each strike. Adrian with another, but again Vaxman is timing his movement well to avoid further damage. Adrian senses it’s a futile effort, and so bounces himself off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but instead gets caught into an armtrap neckbreaker! Vaxman is quick to capitalize now, with Adrian down Vaxman locks on a sleeper hold to the young General. Adrian kicks his right leg up and down over the canvas and tries blindly reaching behind himself to grab hold of Vaxmans hair. Instead he begins raking Vaxman in the eyes, but Vaxman turns his face away and shuts his eyes whilst clenching the sleeper hold tighter onto Adrian. Adrian grabs Vaxmans arm that’s around his neck with both his hands and begins trying to rip himself free.

Linzi Martin: And who says REBEL Pro can’t put on a good wrestling match?

Jester Jay: Everyone. I believe everyone says so, Linzi.

Adrian’s eyes begin fluttering. But then he pushes back with all his weight, putting Vaxman beneath him. Vaxman attempts to wrap his legs around Kalis’ waist to completely lock him in but Adrian swats them away, instead arching his back and pinning Vaxmans shoulders to the canvas.

1!

TW-KICK OUT!

Vaxman is forced to break the hold and roll away, giving Adrian ample time to roll out of the ring and catch his breath. Adrian circles as Vaxman gets to his feet. Adrian hops up onto the ring apron and Vaxman rushes towards him. The men lock horns and begin a power struggle, Vaxman tries to suplex Adrian back into the ring but Adrian flips over instead getting to his feet. Adrian blindly spins and lays a huge angle kick into the side of Vaxmans head, sending Vaxman to the canvas. Adrian hits an asai moonsault, but Vaxman lifts his knees to his chest and Adrian pays the price for trying. Vaxman is up, and he now lifts Adrian up by the head. He tries to rip Adrian’s mask off! The crowd goes nuts, but Adrian fights back and headbutts Vaxman. Vaxman stumbles back into the ropes, and Adrian taps the sharp pointed end to the silver head piece and headbutts Vaxman a second time. Vaxman stumbles forward and Adrian grabs him by the neck and headbutts him again, this time- Vaxman begins to bleed.

Linzi Martin: God damn. That was insulting.

Jester Jay: Why?

Vaxman goes back to the ropes, seemingly groggy from the headbutts. Adrian lifts his arms into the air, and yells out at the crowd.

Linzi Martin: Clearly, you’re a moron. But Vaxman is a luchadore, he understands that culture of wrestling having been in it. You take the mask off an opponent, that’s huge.

Jester Jay: Why? We know what Adrian looks like.

Vaxman hits a springboard back elbow right at Adrian, knocking both men down to the canvas!

Linzi Martin: You’re an idiot.

Jester Jay: Whatever. I don’t see the big deal, weirdos. Now both Adrian and The Phoenix look like they belong in a video game together.

Vaxman heads to the top rope as Adrian regains his composure, but Adrian doesn’t even get the chance to get to his feet as Vaxman jumps off and hits a flying kneedrop right into Adrian’s chest. Adrian reels, clutching his chest as Vaxman then lifts his legs up, wraps them up and drops right into a figure four leg lock. Adrian winces in pain, punching at Vaxman as he tries to escape but it’s to no avail. Vaxman has it locked in tight. Vaxman continues to wrench the hold in tight. Adrian looks ready to tap.

Linzi Martin: SHIT! Is he gonna tap out?!

Jester Jay: Oh no, a Kalis losing a title. We’ll be set for another god damn war in no time.

Adrian seems ready to tap but he instead uses the last bit of strength he has left to reverse the figure four leg lock by rolling onto his stomach. Vaxman strains and is completely caught off guard, as Adrian keeps the hold in as best he can. But Adrian gets out of the quagmire. Adrian’s up, Vaxman is on his knees. Vaxman with a DICK PUNCH on Adrian. Adrian squeels, falls to the canvas and gets covered.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Adrian kicks out and rolls away. Vaxman is up and grapples Adrian and rolls him up into a pin again!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! ADRIAN REVERSES!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO!!! VAXMAN REVERSES THE REVERSAL!

But before we can get even to a count of 1 both men break out of the back and forth roll up.

Linzi Martin: Way too close of a call there.

Jester Jay: Vaxman won! PHOENIX SCREWJOB!

Adrian pulls himself up, as does Vaxman. Adrian with a thrust kick, Vaxman dodges it but is unprepared for Adrian to already be unleashing a second one with his other leg, spinning in the air and cracking Vaxman over the head. Vaxman stumbles around and Adrian hits his trademark spinning kamikaze, Order & Chaos! Adrian covers!

1!

2!!

THR-NO!!! VAXMAN FUCKING KICKS OUT! Adrian gets up frustrated. He argues with the referee, and this gives Vaxman the time he needs to recover. Vaxman grabs hold of Adrian, LOBOTOMY DROP!!! The crowd goes NUTS!!! Vaxman falls, but he holds his face for a moment as the effects of the spinning kamikaze are being felt. Finally he covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Linzi Martin: !!!

The referee holds up two, saying the third count didn’t register. Vaxman can’t believe it.

Jester Jay: Wait, wait. No. This is over.

Adrian rolls onto his stomach, breathing heavily.

INSTANT REPLY BROUGHT TO YOU BY COCA COLA: The referee’s hand is shown going down for the 1. Then the 2. The cameras in the arena flash but just as he hits the three, Adrian’s shoulder is up.

Linzi Martin: Those few seconds Vaxman wasted not pinning Adrian might’ve just cost him.

Adrian low blows Vaxman from behind and quickly gets to his feet. MASADRIVER! MASADRIVER ON VAXMAN! Adrian is groggy from the lobotomy drop and pukes in the ring as he falls onto Vaxman!

1!

2!!

3!!!

KICK OUT!

NO!!! IT WAS TOO LATE!!!

DING DING DING

Maya Kalis: The winner of this match, my apparently drunk or concussed brother… ADRIAN KALIS!!!

Maya cheers as Adrian gets to his feet and wipes his mouth, rubbing his head. Vaxman sighs, but perhaps he’s also thankful Adrian didn’t puke on him. Adrian is handed the AoWF TV title but wobbles around in the ring before collapsing to his knees. Vaxman sits up and looks around. The referee checks on Adrian, but he then makes an “X” with his arms. The crowd stands up to watch, Maya now runs into the ring to check on her brother. Vaxman’s eyes widen but he plays it off, rolling out of the ring. Adrian gets to his feet though and the crowd cheers that he’s okay. He nods his head as EMT’s check him out, insisting he’s fine.

Jester Jay: What a drunk.

Linzi Martin: Or Vaxman just gave him a concussion?

Jester Jay: Drunk.

Adrian waves and shows he’s alright, if a little woozy from the drop.

Phoenix Just Got Nasty

“Whatever You Became” by Cold begins to play as the fans rise to their feet. Mark McNasty walks out from the back, Aggression title around his waist. McNasty has a huge smile on his face as he strolls to the edge of the stage, and pulls off the blue tinted sun glasses he has on. He takes a second to listen to the fans cheer, before the music tunes out and he speaks.

McNasty: HELLO MY NASTYNITES!

Andddd we’re back to fans cheering.

McNasty: As you have all heard by now, I will not be defending my Rebel Pro Aggression title tonight.

Some audible boos of disappointment.

McNasty: I know, I know. I hate to deprive you; believe me. But, I have a little bit of a consolation prize for you.

McNasty smirks as he paces back and forth two times.

McNasty: See, I have here in my possession, something quite interesting. I have something no other AOWF superstar has.

McNasty slightly pushes the Aggression title forward, and pulls a piece of paper out. He whips it open and slaps it once.

McNasty: I have an open shot at the King of Extreme title.

Slight pop from the fans.

McNasty: Now, thanks to the open nature of this title shot, I could take it anywhere I want. Hell, if Robinson was still running PWA, I’d probably be tempted to pop my head back in. However…after a lot of thought…Rebel Pro has been good to me, and in TWO WEEKS, on the July 23rd Aggression, I will represent REBEL PRO as I fight Matt Stone for the AOWF KING OF EXTREME TITLE!

The entire arena is going nuts.

McNasty: So Stone, mark your calendars. In two things, things get NASTY!

“Whatever You Became” begins to play again. The fans continue their cheers as McNasty faux salutes with two fingers, and walks to the back.

I Got That Bitch Confetti

Bitches Love Confetti

Everywhere we go, bitches always know that it’s not truly a Rebel Pro pay-per-view without puppets. This is no exception. This time, our setting is the offices of…we think it’s Tamika’s. But honestly, the management in this place has jumped off of so many people like a goddamn flea hops off of dogs. But that doesn’t matter because I’m holding the camera and dumbass Anna is sitting in the chair. Her feet’s all perched on the top of the desk. She doesn’t say anything. She just opens up a filing cabinet, snags a file, and shreds each paper with the paper shredder. Then that stupid bitch PuppetLiza wanders in.

PuppetLisa: Anna, whatcha doing?

Dodo Queen, Adorable Retard, Scapegoat, Flawed Charm, whatever smiles. It’s not her trademark cutesy smile or the replica cocky grin. It’s lazy, just like her.

Anna Mathews: Shreddin’ paperz.

If the magicunt’s expecting anything different, she’s wrong. Ask her why, jackass!

PuppetLiza: Why, jackass?

Ha! I knew I’d get you eventually.

PuppetLiza: *sob!* So mean!

Anna Mathews: Eye dooin et ‘cuz wii need confetti four after I win.

She says it so nonchalantly. Oh-em-gee. I wonder why. She’s facing a redneck from Rape-My-Own-Mother, Georgia, some lucky piss-poor hippie than can’t even tie his own bootlaces, and Virgil Keenan. This is a cakewalk. A pushover. Why not just give her the belt now?

PuppetLiza: Because everybody deserves a chance…

Bullshit. I’ve been “dead” for a while. I’ve been a god. I have seen what’s been going on. All the actual full blown talent everywhere in the AoWF is either retired or semi-retied or have to heal up from some stupid frisbee injury. The only person that deserves a chance are the ones who are willing to kill for it. And since the usual sharks in the water have left, an opportunist will have to rise to the occasion. Let me turn the camera around and give you all a look at my beady little eyes. That way, you know I’m sincere when I say…

PuppetLisa:…that the vast majority of you are worthless. Thus you have nothing to prove and nothing to lose. Go die in a fire already.

The camera drops. PuppetLisa walks away with PuppetLiza in shock. And Anna? She just keeps shredding important junk.

Everyone Sucks But Me FINALS

Xan Vaxman versus Virgil Keenan

DING DING DING

Both men move to the center of the ring. Keenan smirks and took a step back before raising his hand for a test of strength. Xan accepts it and locks up in a knuckle lock with the Luchadore Mask Boy. Virgil is the one to initiate the test by pushing El Gringo toward the barbed wire. Xan manages to stop the voyage with about only a foot away from the barbed wire to spare. Xan decided to push back, Virgil able to stop it just before touching the wire. Finally, Keenan begins to push back full force. Xan stops the advance by placing his right foot on the bottom wire. Xan throws off the hold. The two men stare down.

Linzi Martin: I’m so glad Tamika made this a barbwire match!

Jester Jay: Blood equals ratings, by.

Linzi Martin: I’m not a boy. Stop talking newfie.

Both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, but Xan breaks out of it and slips behind Virgil, taking him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Xan quickly goes to weaken his opponent by applying a grounded front face lock. Virgil shoots up to a kneeling position but collapses to the mat as Xan applies more pressure to the hold. Virgil goes for a different approach by grabbing the arm of Vaxman and twisting his way out with an arm wringer. Both men roll to their feet, Xan tries to draw first blood by charging forth and attempting to whip Keenan into the wire. But Virgil counters with a short arm lariat! Xan falls to the mat from the impact of Virgil’s forearm . Virgil quickly goes for the cover.

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Linzi Martin: Virgil better remember he has another match tonight, same as Xan!

Jester Jay: Hopefully Anna buries him tonight. Or Bubba. Or Reece. Whoever! Just somebody bury that by.

Obviously, it would take a whole lot more than that to keep good Xan down. Out of frustration, Keenan drops an elbow across the throat of Vaxman. Pulling Xan by the hair, Keenan pulls him to a sitting position and slips behind. Keenan grabs a hold of Vaxman’s arm and with his free arm begins to rain down elbows across where the left shoulder and neck meet. The elbows rained in rapid secession, Virgil was aiming for that neck.

Linzi Martin: Relentless assault from Virgil Keenan.

Virgil finally ceases the assault, letting Vaxman drop to the mat. Keenan initially wanted to go for the pin, but decides against it by pulling his opponent back to his feet. In a raged bull rush, Xan pushed Keenan right into the northern row of barbed wire, the follow through of the push caused the bottom wire to snap and cling to the left leg of Keenan’ tights. Keenan reverses the situation, causing the wire to wrap around the both of them. This back and forth pushing continues until they make it the ring post and manage to become untangled. The bottom wire completely comes off from the ring post and lies in the ring. Seeing this, Xan performs a drop toe hold on Keenan into the wire. But Keenan managed to stop his fall by grabbing it with his bare hands. Tough prick eh? While Virgil was avoiding a barbed wire issue, Xan decides to make a whole new one by grabbing the piece of loose wire and doubling it over. Once Virgil turns around, Xan wields the weapon like a whip and brings it down upon Virgil’s chest.

Linzi Martin: Vaxman wants to win badly. Not sure I wanna face the winner of tonights main event however.

Jester Jay: Everyone loves a little necrophilia, by.

Virgil staggers back, getting away from Xan and his weapon. Keenan goes face to face once more with Xan and momentarily distracts him with a rake to the eyes. Virgil slips behind him and lifts him up. Virgil takes a few steps forward and gets Vaxman hung on the barbed wire. Vaxman gasps, seeing as his family jewels were laying right across the barbed wire. Virgil finds the loose bit of barbed wire on the mat and begins to wrap it around his heavily taped wrist and hand. Apparently, he had an idea to really open up his opponent. Virgil goes to the ring post nearest Xan and climbs the barbed wire. He leaps off and extends his arm with the barbed wire gauntlet, he drives the arm into the chest of the hurting Vaxman with flying clothesline from hell.

Linzi Martin: Rebel Pro fans are getting their money worth tonight!”

Jester Jay: Glad they let me out here for this one, by.

He slumps onto the mat and lays there for a few moments and Virgil quickly tries to capitalize with a pin.

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Kickout!

Virgil grabs a handful of Xan’s hair and picks him up to his feet. He backhands Xan hard with the barbed-wire gauntlet! Xan falls but quickly rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring, Xan tries to catch his breath but Virgil comes over top with a frgsplash!!!

Linzi Martin: Vaxman must not like that.

Jester Jay: He’ll beat that puppet genocider , by.

Linzi Martin: Genocider? That’s not even a word!

The men men lay outside in a huge pile for a few moments before Virgil starts to get to his feet. He grabs Xan by the back of the head as he stands and tries to throw him face first into the ropes but NO! Xan puts his hands on the apron and stops himself before his face connects with the barbed-wire ring ropes. Xan quickly turns around and successfully hits Virgil in the face with an open-palm to the face, then grabs Virgil by the back of the head and throws him face first into the barbed-wire ring ropes! Virgil gets a bit tangled up in the barbed-wire and Xan quickly starts taking advantage and picks up a barbed-wire covered chair, then brings it smashing into the back of Virgil! Xan decides to let Virgil struggle in the barbed-wire for a bit while he slides back into the ring… he starts carefully taking the barbed wire off of the chair and wrapping it around his thigh and knee.

Linzi Martin: This is why I love Rebel Pro ya know?

Jester Jay: That’s right, by. Rebel Pro is the greatest. A cornucopia of awesomeness, by.

Virgil finally manages to tear himself free of the barbed. He rolls back into the ring and Xan is waiting for him, the right kneepad covered in barbed wire. Xan quickly locks Virgil in a collar and elbow tie up, but Keenan is able to overpower him and drives him back into the ropes and the audience gives a loud groan, but El Gringo Vaxman comes right back at him, he starts driving his barbed wire covered knee into Virgils chest! Virgil releases the hold and falls to a knee and Xan quickly runs across the ring, then runs back and nails Virgil in the mask with a roundhouse kick

Linzi Martin: Too bad we can’t see if he’s bleeding.

Jester Jay: Pussies wear masks, by.

Xan smirks as he kneels down and pulls Keenan up to a seated position. Xan grabs Virgil’s mask in an iron claw type fashion. Virgil lets out a cry of pain. Virgil lets out a plain and simple left hand to the gut. He continues to do so until Xan lets go.

Linzi Martin: Virgil fighting his way back into the match perhaps?

Jester Jay: I hope the rest of the show is this violent, by.

With the wind knocked out of him, Xan staggers back. Keenan pulls himself back to his feet, and decides to get a small measure of revenge. With his left hand, Keenan grabs Xan by the hair his right forearm comes up and grind into Xan’s fore head. The barbed wire wrapped around the forearm of Keenan digs deeply into Xan’s forehead, bloodying him even further. Keenan whips Xan hard into the barbed wire. Xan went into it back first, the back of his shirt caught, causing Xan to have some slightly restricted movement. Xan is stuck, Keenan smirks and charges forward, he lowers his shoulder and hits a Missile Drop Kick through the ropes.

Linzi Martin: Oh fuck, that’s gotta hurt

Jester Jay: Fucking cereal, by.

The barbed wire snapped from the force of the move, causing both men to spill outside the ring. Virgil hesitates too long and takes a sick spill on the head. Xan Lands on his back and upon the barbed wire. Both men lay motionless for a few seconds, the referee goes outside the ring to check on them. Both men eventually begin to stir, trying to roll back to their feet. Virgil is the first to his feet, he takes Xan, who was on one knee, and throws him hard into the announce table.

Linzi Martin: Better get ready to move Jay!

Jester Jay: Damjit I just got this seat warm, by.

Virgil goes to ring side, and ducks down under the apron for weapons. Virgil feels something prick his fingers and smirks. He takes hold of the object and pulls it out to reveal, a barbed wire covered kendo stick. He looks under the ring once more and pulls out a ladder. Once he got the table out, he set it up next to the ring, he then grabs the board and places it on the table but before he could go through with it, the back of his head gets knocked silly with the steel chair from earlier. Keenan collapses to the floor, holding the back of his head.

Linzi Martin: I think Vaxman is going in for the kill.

Jester Jay: I should like Virgil cause he kiss’d the cod like me by, but fuck me I hate him.

Before Virgil could even recover, Vaxman smacks Keenan in the back with the chair. Keenan falls to the floor once more. Xan looks at Virgil, smiles, motions for a belt around his waist and locks in the Goodnight Sweet Prince with body scissors. The referee raises Virgil’s arm.

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Maya Kalis: And your winner due to a passed out bitch and winner of the Everyone Sucks But Me tournament… XAN TONTO! No. Wait… VAXMAN!!!!!

Apostles Get Martyred

Inside the office of the Rebel Pro president all the members of the Order of Chaos stand assembled inside. Simon Kalis sat behind the desk with SNS and Adrian Kalis flanking either side. Each member looking amongst each other. Wondering why they were called. Simon looks upset, but Adrian simply smirks and clears his throat.

Adrian Kalis: Jacob Figgins step forward.

Jacob stepped in front of the members gathered while Adrian produced a gym bag which he threw in front of Figgys feet, a hoddie and lead pipe are clearly seen inside. Figgy only smirked at the sight. The Order all realize what this is.

Jacob Figgins: Took you fuckers long enough.

Adrian picked up the pipe twirling it about in his hand. Adrian twirls the pipe one final time before crushing it into Figgys ribs. Before Figgins could even attempt to retaliate Wilds and Bubba J swoop down upon him to hold him down.

Simon rises and nods to the assembled members each producing a kendo stick. All save fore the ones holding Figgy down line up to get their strikes in. Bubba thrusts Figgins to the floor as it became an all out flurry of kendo sticks.

Finally he his hoisted back up to meet twin kicks to each side of the head from both Kalises. Finally Simon produces the barbed wire baseball bat to go in for the final blow. But Adrian raises a hand to stop them.

Adrian Kalis: This is my Order now, and you’re holding my weapon. I say when it’s over.

Simon sneers to his son before reaching into his desk and scribbling onto a piece of paper. He thrusts the piece of paper into Adrians hands, Adrian frowns a moment before reading, as Simon gives him a “well REBEL Pro is my company” look right back.

Adrian Kalis: By power of the President of Rebel Pro Wrestling, Jacob Figgins is hereby suspended indefinitely. Now get him the fuck out of MY arena”

Bubba and Jaice throw Jacob Figgins to the ground, as security comes in. They hoist Figgins and begin dragging him off.

Jacob Figgins: I fucked your daughter!

The guards just keep dragging him out, Simon merely shakes his head.

Adrian Kalis: I’m fucking Lacey Gloria. How do you think I found out you were a traitor? She gave you up Figgy. She gave you up!

Figgins grunts as he torn out of the office, the crowd in the arena “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”ing at the drama.

REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship Mass Burial Buried Alive Match

Anna Mathews vs. Virgil Keenan vs. Bubba J vs. Simon Kalis©

DING DING

Maya Kalis: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH PHOENIX!!!! ARE YOU FUCKIN’ REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!

The crowd goes NUTS, thousands and thousands of fans standing to their feet and cheering wildly.

Maya Kalis: I said PHOENIX, ARIZONA! ARE! YOU! FUCKING! REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!

DING DING

Maya Kalis: The following contest is a MASS BURIAL BURIED ALIIIIIIIIIIVE MATCH! For the REBEL Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

Fireworks pop off all over the arena, at the entrance ramp and the four corners of the ring.

Maya Kalis: INTRODUCING FIRST!

The lights dim a bit and a rainbow of pulsing lights accompanies the rapid fire drum intro to Shonen Knife’s Perfect Freedom. The camera pans around the crowd for a moment before heading to the entrance way. Feedback ripples through the speakers causing the lights to be blinding. Finally, the guitar kicks in with a spotlight pointing the way. Our crowd looks on in anticipation as they begin stomping and chanting her name, loudly and proudly, causing a great deal of commotion.

Searching for perfect freedom
Overaccomplish, show no reason
Anarchy in the kingdom
It might be a mistake

Sure enough, above the entrance, standing on the steel frame of the tron, is a slim figure with her hands on her hips wearing a warm colored feathered cloak. Her eyes look out and beyond, observing the domain. Her mouth houses the biggest grin not on a jack-o-lantern.

What should I do?
What should I do-oo-oo?
What should I do?
What should I do-oo-oo?

She leaps off the steel, causing a brief scare for the fans until they realize she’s securely gliding down a wire towards the ring. It’s a wild ride (she almost kicks somebody’s head off at some point) that eventually brings her to the center of the ring. With a twist she unhooks the wire and it dances to the ceiling.

Anarchy in the UK
It might be a mistake

She crouches, the outfit covering her until she pops up and spins the costumed cloak off, revealing herself as the much anticipated Anna Mathews, who places her hands on her hips and stands tall, much like Superman on the side of a building, with the belt secured tightly around her waist.

Maya Kalis: In this corner, I give you the Queen of Dodos! One half of the AoWF Tag Team Champions! The Victory Wrestling Car Crash Television Champion! The HOTTEST chick this side of ME! ANNA MATHEWS!!!!

The crowd is going fucking ballistic, really pumped for the match.

Linzi Martin: Oh my god, this is going to be epic.

Jester Jay: Stop exaggerating. Amazing? Maybe. Fantastic? Possibly. Epic? Come on.

Larry Gordon: The contestants shall start in the ring, but they must make their way outside of the arena to win as their opponents can only be buried alive!

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”
The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

MAYA KALIS: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

Linzi Martin: Oh God… Guess who’s out next?

he lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Virgil storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Virgil’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

*Virgil walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Keenan’s feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Virgil found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

Maya Kalis: He hails from St. Johns, Newfoundland! Standing in at 6 feet tall and an even 220 pounds… REJOICE MOTHERFUCKERS! FOR HIS NAME IS VIRGIL KEENAN!!!!!

Linzi Martin: Awwww… A newfie, just like you Jay.

Larry Gordon: The hell’s a newfie? Some sort of Canadian hot dog?

Linzi Martin: Close enough.

Jester Jay: …

Maya Kalis: And finally…

A golden arch of pyros comes over the entrance ramp as “Invasion” by Christian Poulet and Jean-Yves Rigo begins to play over the speakers. The crowd immediately rises to their feet in mass hysteria of boos! The sillhouette of a figure steps forward amongst the arch of pyros, a shadow created from the light.

Maya Kalis: He is the President of REBEL Pro.

We see a finished cigarette get pitched forward down the entrance ramp, the arch of pyros fades off as Simon Kalis steps forward and the roof of the building damn near comes off. He raises his head as the smoke comes billowing out of his nostrils and mouth. Kalis appears methodical with every step he takes forward, decked out in a long flowing black trench coat, a black turtleneck sweater beneath that and black sweat pants with black boots to finish off the outfit. And of course, a black eye patch over his left eye which shows fresh scars from the Masters of Armageddon attempt to destroy him. The fans at ringside are almost leaping at him, yet he moves as if he is the only man in the arena. He has the REBEL Pro World title strapped to his waist, but he also has a small box in one hand, and a six pack of beers in the other.

Maya Kalis: He is The Last Superstar!!!! SIMON KALIS!!!!

Kalis enters the ring and puts the beers down. Virgil, Anna and Bubba all eye him carefully. He opens the little box to reveal two pieces of cake. He offers one piece to Anna who is all smiles! Simon scarfs down his cake, but Anna uses the plastic fork to cut little pieces off the cake. Simon then grabs the beers and throws two to Bubba, takes two for himself. They crack them open and smash their beers together and chug them down. Virgil watches on, curiously. Simon splits the last 2 beers between Bubba and himself and they chug those down too.

Larry Gordon: Great. Mute, half blind- and now wildly drunk.

Linzi Martin: Wonder how the cake will mix with him.

Virgil yells out to Simon, seemingly asking him where’s his goodies. Simon responds with two middle fingers. Bubba and Anna find this amusing, even the fans do. Virgil? Does not.

DING DING DING

Virgil surprises the opening of the match by actually steam rolling an attack straight towards Kalis. Keenan runs right at Simon, bringing his knee up as he pulls Kalis down and caves in is chest. He then hip tosses Simon to the canvas and hits a beautifully executed leg drop. The world champion and the masked man fight to the outside, as Simon grabs hold of Virgil’s neck and begins choking him and both men roll out of the ring. Bubba and Anna make a respectful lock up and fight in the ring. They lock horns, and a power struggle ensues. Anna knows she cannot win this battle, immediately overpowered by te much bigger and stronger Bubba J. Bubba J grabs Anna Mathews and throws her by her hair like a ragdoll into the corner turnbuckles. Bubba rushes her, lifting his knee into her chest. She stumbles forward and Bubba J headbutts her and she falls down against the bottom turnbuckle. Bubba puts his right foot against her throat, and begins applying heavy pressure and trying to choke the life out of her.

Larry Gordon: The two Order of Chaos men are putting on a dominant showing.

Linzi Martin: Surprised?

Jester Jay: Yes, considering they’re both old and semi retarded.

Virgil and Simon share fists, as a back and forth brawling contest opens up. Virgil Keenan is probably unaware Simon began his career as a brawler. Simon capitalizes on the experience and he tosses the challenger into the steel steps. Simon Kalis steps back and runs at Keenan, he goes for a big boot to Keenans face but Keenan spurts up the steps and jaw jacks him off the apron. Simon staggers back, dazed and a bit out of it while probably still feeling the effects of his battle with Reece Paxton earlier in the evening. Virgil comes at him bro, running flap jack. Simon is fucking down like the broken black dread pirate of doom and cake he is. Anna Mathews meanwhile is getting mudhole stomped back into Oblivion, perhaps into Sheogoraths realm of New Sheoth to purchase fine cheeses and split coloured clothing. Anna however, adorable and retarded and all- pushes her way away from the turnbuckles and tackles Bubba J in the knees, Bubba flips forward and hits his face on the top turnbuckle. Anna Mathews rubs her chest, and the male fans cheer this, as she gets to her feet. She hits a lovely standing moonsault on Bubba J and both of them hit the canvas hard in the ring.

Larry Gordon: As was stated earlier, this match can only end when three of these individuals are buried alive outside the arena. It cannot possibly end here in the ring.

Linzi Martin: Yeah I think they know, Larry.

Simon Kalis retaliates by lifting up the top half of the steel steps and throwing them at Virgil. Virgil moves out of the way, to the left- fucking cunt depth perception that Simon lacks, he didn’t calculate this- and the steps go flying into the front row and take out a whole group of fans standing at front row. Simon’s eye widens.

Jester Jay: Lawsuit! Lawsuit! Lawsuit!

Virgil with a rolling elbow! Simon staggered! In the ring! Anna Mathews with a Dragon Screw Legwhip, treating Bubba like her new redneck bitch! Virgil with a running knee lift on Simon on the outside, the one eyed Jedi Master is dazed as fuck! Bubba J is back up and right away Anna Mathews with a motherfucking swinging inverted DDT! The crowd is ELECTRIFIED! EVERYONE IS ON THEIR FEET! Virgil Keenan follows his offensive up with a European uppercut, and then just as Bubba gets up in the ring…

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

HEART KICK TO BUBBA J! HALF NELSON SUPLEX TO SIMON KALIS ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!!!! THEY ARE BOTH KNOCKED THE FUCK DOWN!!!!!

Jester Jay: WHOA! BAH GAWD LARRY! BAH GAWD LINZI! THE VIOLENCE IS PALPABLE TONIGHT!

Linzi Martin: Virgil Keenan may’ve just decimated Simon Kalis, and Bubba J looks like all the wings and beers he’s consumed came hitting hard with the Heart Kick from Anna Mathews!

Larry Gordon: The two Order of Chaos guys down and out? Larry Gordon Approves This Match.

Virgil is pleased with himself at the carnage he has wrought on the World Champion, but he can’t be for too long as Anna Mathews leapfrogs over the top rope and hits a body splash right onto Keenan, taking both him and her into the crowd from the sheer velocity and force of impact. Virgil begins elbowing Anna Mathews in the face repeatedly from the ground, Anna Mathews raises her arms to try and block and defend the strikes. Simon gets to his feet and demands two more beers from a beer vendor in the crowd. He staggers over to Bubba, chucks Bubba a beer and then a cigarette. Both men hop up onto the apron, sit, and start drinking and smoking cigarettes. All the while Anna Mathews throws herself off of Virgil to avoid further getting smashed in the face from his elbows.

Larry Gordon: Oh this is real professional. Look at those two idiots.

Anna Mathews lunges at Virgil Keenan as he gets to his feet, a nice Bakatare Sliding Kick to show Virgil Keenan some love! Anna Mathews hops onto the apron then flies back down onto Virgil with a shooting star press!!! We imagine if Simon could still speak, he’d be remarking to Bubba J about her fine ass. Anna Mathews goes to lift Virgil up, but he grapples onto her- BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE STEEL BARRICADES!!! Anna Mathews is bleeding for all her trouble, all over her face. The crowd explodes into cheers!

Linzi Martin: They love her, but they love blood above all others in REBEL Pro.

Virgil Keenan stands over Anna Mathews and then notices Bubba and Simon, who simply shrug when they look his way. Virgil ignores them for now, and choses to lift Anna Mathews back up. Virgil Keenan goes for the Burning Hammer but Anna Mathews gets free! She gives him a Heart Kick of his own for their troubles, and both of them collapse to the ground outside the ring. Simon and Bubba toast their beers and finish them off, but Bubba J spins Simon towards him and crushes the burning ember of his cigarette into Simon’s recently stitched forehead from earlier tonight. Kalis winces, kick to the gut- TRAILER PARK TRASH!!!! TRAILER PARK TRASH!!! Simon bounces right up and remains down and out. Bubba heads right for Virgil Keenan as Keenan gets to his feet. Two middle fingers, a kick to the gut- TRAILER PARK TRASH ON VIRGIL KEENAN!!! Bubba cusses him out and gets to his feet, raising his arms- the crowd is going NUTS! Anna Mathews is up, hair and blood blinding her. Bubba J stalks her, waiting, smirking. She wipes the blood away, pulls her hair back- KICK TO THE GUT, TRAILER PARK TRASH!!! TRAILER PARK TRASH ON ANNA MATHEWS!!! The crowd is WILD right now!

Linzi Martin: Holy SHIT! Bubba J just wiped out EVERYONE!

Larry Gordon: The crazy old bastard. He even went at Simon.

Jester Jay: Of course he did Larry. This is a World title match, not a tag match. It’s business!

Bubba J whistles, and out comes a big red Ford F-150 truck. Bubba goes to the back of the truck and pulls out a bunch of rope, and begins hog tying Anna Mathews, then Virgil Keenan, all really quickly. The driver steps out, and it’s some really drunk guy in a Hardcore Drinking t-shirt and jeans. Bubba hogties Simon Kalis too now and begins dragging them all to the bed of the truck, dumping them in. He gets the help from his drunk pal. Virgil, Anna and Simon are all hog tied and in the back of the truck. The drunk dude who helped Bubba pulls out a pen and paper for an autograph, we suppose payment for his help. Bubba grabs his beer, drinks it down and then kicks him in the gut- TRAILER PARK TRASH ON HIS OWN DRUNKEN ACCOMPLICE!!

Larry Gordon: I suppose it’s a good thing they cleared a path to the outside of the arena, but how does Bubba plan to manoeuvre such a big truck past the ring?

Bubba hops into the driver’s seat and backs up the truck. He revs the engine and finishes another beer inside the truck. He blasts forward, and crashes right into and THROUGH THE FUCKING RING!!! The truck stalls, Bubba smashes his face against the steering wheel. Anna, Virgil and Simon slide all around helplessly in the back of the truck. The crowd cheers wildly. Bubba backs up the truck, now bleeding himself from the impact. He revs the engine again and finally blasts all the way through the REBEL ring, breaking open a bigger opening for the exit at ringside and driving right out of the arena.

Jester Jay: This drunk bastard is going to KILL EVERYONE!!!

Linzi Martin: REBEL Pro does not condone drinking and driving. Especially drinking and driving with three human beings hog tied in the bed of your truck.

Bubba J drives through the hallways following the arrows, until he gets right out of the arena and heads towards the mass grave pit set up for the match. He finishes off ANOTHER beer as he hits the brakes, a dozen yards or so away from the massive pit. The dump truck waits to complete the burial, and if we didn’t know any better we’d say Bubba is calculating how he’s going to pull this off.

Linzi Martin: So I suppose now he turns the truck around, backs it up and dumps the bodies into the grave. The goes to the dump truck and dumps the soil over them all and wins.

Bubba J revs the engine and nods.

Larry Gordon: Linzi, this is Bubba J we’re talking about. Not some rational thinking human being.

Jester Jay: Yeah. This is the Ragin’ Redneck.

While everyone isn’t paying attention to the three bodies in the back of the truck, it would appear Anna Mathews got free. Virgil Keenan and Simon Kalis look perplexed as fuck right now as Anna waves at them, smiling and still bleeding, and hops out of the back of the truck. Simon squirms and struggles, as does Virgil. Virgil begins cussing and Bubba J hits the pedal. He bursts forward, picking up speed. The truck goes over a mound of soil, bumpy ride as it FLIES right into the mass grave! The airbags go off, Bubba J’s face smashes against it. Virgil and Simon come flying from the bed of the truck and crashing into Bubba J through the back window. All three men are bloody, cut and just utterly fucked up.

Linzi Martin: Fucking redneck.

Anna Mathews hops her way over to the dump truck and throws on a hard hat, and enters.

Jester Jay: No. Really. How the hell did she get free?

Anna waves to the cameras and hits a button. It was a big red button, we figure that means mega super fuck you death for everyone.

Larry Gordon: I guess being a master of time and space comes in handy, doesn’t it?

The dump truck dumps a huge mound of soil into the grave. Not enough to completely bury and kill Bubba, Virgil and Simon- but enough to make it difficult for them to move- let alone escape. Inside the arena?

DING DING DING

Maya Kalis: And of course! In another batshit crazy REBEL Pro World title match, Our Lady of Batshit herself… The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!! ANNA MATHEWS!!!!

Anna jumps out of the truck, wobbling around as she’s still bleeding pretty badly. But the referee shows up and hands her the REBEL Pro World Championship once again. The crowd in the arena is going nuts, as Anna has her hand raised. Meghan Nash Strader comes running out of the arena and jumps into Anna’s arms, catching her though before she falls since she’s pretty fucked up right now. They share a great kiss, the crowd goes nuts and Anna Mathews has her arm raised by Meghan Nash Strader, the REBEL Pro World Championship once again in the Queen of Dodo’s possession as we fade…

QUICK RESULTS

Simon Kalis defeats Reece Paxton to become the new REBEL Pro World Champion
Jaice Wilds & Wyn Mangum defeat Umbra to become NOCs To The Aggression Championship
Stolen Hearts defeat Hell & High Water for the vacant RPW Tag Team Championships
Adrian Kalis defeats Xan Vaxman to retain the AoWF Television Championship
Xan Vaxman defeats Virgil Keenan to win the Everyone Sucks But Me Tournament!
Anna Mathews buries Simon Kalis, Virgil Keenan & Bubba J to become new

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