Dear REBEL Pro;
If you are seeing this message, my worst fears have been realized. Larry Gordon has sided with the Masters, and plunged REBEL Pro into disarray and chaos. After I came in and saved REBEL Pro from the bankruptcy Larry Gordon put this company in. After I came in, and paid for the best medical care money could buy for Larry Gordon so he could have a few more years on this earth. After I came in and doubled, or tripled, all of your salaries, those who work for REBEL Pro.
After I befriended him, he has turned out to be a turn coat of the highest nature. I cannot say what he has done, or what The Masters of Armageddon have perpetrated against either myself or the Order of Chaos or REBEL Pro as a whole. Whatever it was, if you are seeing this then it was clearly so severe I am unable to physically be there to react.
Luckily, I am a smart business man. And a young street kid doesn’t go from the projects to a multi millionare over fifteen years by lacking intelligence. The last Aggression we held, was in Durham, North Carolina. The seat of REBEL Pro. I filed an injunction with the court to disbar and prevent Larry Gordon from retaking control of the company due to his poor health, and as a sub context, his even poorer decision making. Let me make it perfectly clear, I am taking the 51% that Larry Gordon owns of REBEL Pro away from him. I am offering him a nice settlement, and he can retire in peace. If he refuses, I will leave him homeless with a spaghetti stained t-shirt and shit covered tighty whities. The fact of the matter is he has conspired to see physical harm inflicted upon me.
And neither he, nor I, are wrestlers. This demands legal action. And legal
action is what I shall take, even if it is from the grave. This legal action will see the end of Larry Gordon, and 100% control of REBEL Pro turned over to my estate. As for the Masters? Their fall will come. This is a
cycle that repeats ad nauseum. They knew their plans would crumble before they even began. When you work that side of the war, you must be prepared for the eventual fall. I was. How do you think I became PWA World Champion after the fall of the Order in 2010, when all others faltered and disappeared?
Because I was, I am, The Last Superstar. The last true superstar of a bygone era. And if you think for a single second that whatever you did to me will destroy me? You don’t know Simon Kalis. I do not know what you’ve done to me as I write this, but I do know this.
Cut me open, my wounds will heal. My blood will stop seeping. My pain will be temporary. Bash my head, I will regain consciousness. Slash me, only a scar will remain. It matters not what you do to me.
Even if you crucify me, I will rise again.
Sincerely,
The Last Superstar.
Simon Kalis.
Welcome to Aggression
Linzi Martin: I’m not doing this if Larry comes out here. I’m just saying.
We fade in and we see Linzi Martin alone at the announcers desk.
Linzi Martin: I’ve never been more disgusted in my life than I was last week in Afghanistan, folks.
Suddenly “I’m A REBEL!” hits, and the crowd here in Durham greets Larry Gordon with a chorus of booing. Larry stands atop the stage, a giant “MoA Supreme” banner above the REBELTron overshadows the ring. Chants of “SELL OUT” ring out through the arena, Larry Gordon is coy and ignores them all as he makes his way to the ring.
Linzi Martin: No. No. Fuck this. I quit.
Linzi gets up from her seat and throws her headset off. Larry Gordon approaches her, shaking his head. Linzi Martin yells at him obscenely, before slapping him across the face and angrily making her exit up the entrance ramp. Larry Gordon sits down.
Larry Gordon: Now that the drama is out of the way, folks.
As Linzi makes it up the entrance ramp, “Seven Devils” by Florence & The Machines hits. Masakazu steps out, decked in head to toe in OoC military garb. He stops Linzi, and they share a few words.
Larry Gordon: What the hell is this?
He grabs Linzi, and pulls her in closely in order to whisper into her ear. She steps back, wiping the tears from her eyes and nods. She heads back down the ramp, followed by Masakazu. Masakazu slaps hands with fans as he gets to ringside, circling the ring. He stops in front of Larry Gordon and motions his thumb cutting across his throat, before pointing at Gordon.
Larry Gordon: I’m not scared of you, kid.
Masakazu reaches into his breast pocket and hands Gordon a stapled stack of papers.
Linzi Martin: You’re a dirty treacherous son of a bitch, Larry. I hope you like the good news.
Masakazu circles back and makes his way up the ramp without saying a word.
Larry Gordon: Masakazu is now General Manager and President of REBEL Pro?! That can’t happen.
Linzi Martin: It just did, asshole. Enjoy your day in court.
Bye Jenny, Hello Abbey
The camera pans the arena, showing the hordes of screaming REBEL fans, before panning to the ring. In the ring stands Marvin Humperdink with a microphone.
MARVIN: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the unfortunate accident Jenny Jersey suffered at Birthday Bash, a wonderful woman has stepped in to volunteer to do ring announcing duties until Jenny jersey can join us again in REBEL!
Linzi Martin: What makes you think she wants to come back?
“Walking Dead” by Heartsounds begins to play, and out from the back comes a small brunette girl, wearing a seductively-cut REBEL t-shirt and daisy dukes. The men in the crowd whistle as she smiles and waves.
MARVIN: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, from Boston, Massachusetts, ABBEY GRAVES!
Ms. Graves walks up the stairs, and wiggles between the first and second ropes. Her music dies out as Marvin hands her the microphone, and she smiles and begins to speak with a very thick Boston accent.
Abbey Graves: Yo, thanks an’ whatnawt. I’m wicked psyched to be heeaaa!
The crowd goes quiet before she smiles and giggles. The next time she talk, her accent is gone and she sounds like any other northeastern United States citizen.
Abbey Graves: No, I’m only kidding. But, welcome, REBEL fans, to MONDAY NIGHT AGGRESSION!
The crowd explodes with cheers as fireworks come off the REBELTron.
REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match
Jaice Wilds versus Jack The Mackhammer
The match starts off with Jaice and Jack exchanging blows. Jaice flying around the ring, using an aerial assault that includes springboard shenanigans and hurricanranas on Jack The Mackhammer. Yet suddenly from backstage, Bobby Lee comes running out. He’s chasing Jeremy Gold, who runs into the ring and gets mowed down by a flying head scissors kick from Jaice Wilds. Wilds hops onto the top rope as Bobby Lee enters the ring and begins punching Mackhammer and Gold. Gold begins to cry and throws himself out of the ring. Mackhammer grabs Bobby Lee up, and lays him flat with his finisher The Mackhammer! Jaice comes off the top rope and hits Aerial Ace on Jack! Gold however slides back into the ring with a steel chair, and cracks Jaice over the head with it. Jaice hit’s the canvas, and lands on top of Mackhammer. Gold quickly puts Mackhammers arm over Jaice, and Jaice’s arm over Mackhammer. Satisfied with his work he leaves as the referee makes the count.
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3!!!
DING DING DING
Abbey Graves: Hrm… As a result of a DRAW, there are NEWWWWW Fecal Beagle CO CHAMPIONS… Jack The Mackhammr AND Jaice Wilds!!!
Suukya’ versus Rocky Logan
Suukya’ makes his official REBEL Pro debut against Rocky Logan, who’s looking to revitalize his RPW career and remind people why he’s so super awesome. This quickly becomes a one sided affair, with Rocky Logan living up to his “Wreckless” name as he unleashes a barrage of MMA styled strikes. For a few moments Logan takes Suukya’ up into a torture rack, but Suukya’ manages to escape and lay in a few shots of his own finally. Suukya’ with a series of snap suplexes, but each time Rocky comes right back and dishes punishment back. Logan out of no where with Wreckless Abondonment!!! He covers!
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DING DING DING
Abbey Graves: The winner of this match, “WRECKLESS!” ROCKY LOGAN!!!!!
Kvlt Drachen versus Jamie Shields
This match starts off with Kvlt immediately going for Jamie Shield’s bum knee, but it doesn’t work. This match quickly turned into a spot fest as Shields hit Annihilation on Kvlt, pushing him up right into the corner turnbuckle with this spear. Shields shows off his brawling skills, which just involves tons of punches to
the face but at least Kvlt has a mask on. Kvlt however fights back, elbow to the temple of Shields and then a running power bomb into the other corner of the ring. Kvlt follows it up with a lariat, but as Shields regains his composure, Shields with a running dropkick sends Kvlt down to the canvas. Shields lifts Kvlt up and then slams Kvlt’s face down as he lifts his own knee up, cracking Kvlt’s face off his good knee. Kvlt grapples up with Shields again, and goes for a jackknife power bomb but Shields slips through and then hits CATACYLSM on Kvlt! He covers!
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3!!!
DING DING DING!!!!
Larry Gordon: Well damn. I didn’t think Kvlt would fall against Shields.
Linzi Martin: Shut the fuck up, Larry.
We fade to a single shot of Jamie Shields having his arm raised, his career definitely back on the right track.
Quick Results
Jack The Mackhammer and Jaice Wilds draw, making them Co Champions of the Fecal Beagle title.
Rocky Logan defeats Suukya’ in brutal fashion.
Jamie Shields defeats Kvlt Drachen. Fuck the MoA.