Bedlam
06/09/2009
Backed up against the wall
The animal makes his final stand
He spits and growls and shows his teeth
He’s a foreigner in his own land”
The camera for Durham TV spins around the ringside area capturing seemingly everyone for this big event here. They are ready for some action; popcorn is
being munched down on, drinks being drank.
“When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”
Jenny Jersey, Rob Martinez, and Corey Taylor are at ringside. Jenny and Rob are talking to fans, but Corey Taylor is just sitting at the announcer’s table
texting on his cell phone.
“Without mercy the pack descends
Hear the cries of justice are in his defense
With a smug satisfaction they strip him
bare
They kill the soul that should have flourished there
When there’s nowhere else to run
You’re a rebel
No more battles to be one
You’re a rebel
Stands out there with his pride
Fights with no one on his side
You’re a rebel”
Chet Whettleson climbs into the ring and has a microphone in his hand, this is different because Jenny usually introduces the fans to the show.
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The fans are going crazy as Chet Whettleson is in the middle of the ring. A Table is set up with a paper in the middle of it. Everyone knows what is about
to go on.
CHET WHETTLESON: REBEL fans… welcome to BEDLAM! Tonight we have several big matches, three of which aren’t set yet. Three titles on the line and the Contender’s
Cup! But I’m not going to shill a show you’ve already paid to see! I’m going to moderate a special contract signing. A match that is over seven months
in the making. A Super Grudge Match to end all Grudge matches.
“Alcohol” by the Dropkick Murphys blares and from the back walks the Ragin’ Redneck Bubba J with a police escort. Bubba J has the burnt remains of Rex’s
Inaugural Rebel Icon banner that he burnt wrapped around his waist like a championship belt. The boos haven’t changed for this man that they cheered to
begin with, almost a year ago. He’s an outlaw in a lawless land. Fired after Rex left, only to be called out and then orchestrate several sneak attacks.
He flips off the fans.
BUBBA J: Kiss my ass you dumb sumbitch!
He gets in the ring, and then the roof pops off the arena.
MORE HUMAN THAN HUMAN, SICKER THAN SICK!
Out walks Rex Caliber with his World Tag Title around his waist. He too has a police escort and the fans do get to slap hands with him, as we see signs
and REBEL Icon Shirts everywhere. Bubba is locked on Rex, who finally reaches the ring.
CHET WHETTLESON: Well, Bubba, you get the privilege of signing first… do you want to say anything before you sign.
BUBBA J: Yeah, I gots a lot to say. But, it all boils down to this. Rex.. you sucked as the Man in damn Charge. You were killing this company with your
stupid decisions and without the interest that Hardcore Entertainment and The Extreme Elite got for REBEL, REBEL would have died by the end of 2008. That’s
a damn fact. We dominated and ruled this company and you tried your best to hold us back. You hated that we was better than the Crimes ever could be. You
just a jealous sumbitch who next month will finally get your ass beat like you deserve. No hiding behind a damn corporate suit, no where to run… me and
you gonna fight. The problem is, you ain’t ever gonna wake up. Ambulance match huh? Well, they should call it a ICU match, cause your ass gonna be in Intensive
Care for the next six months!
REX CALIBER: You go ahead and keep thinking that. But, you don’t have a clue how tough a bastard I can damn be. You need to learn that I was the longest
reigning World Champ cause I’m that damn good. You and your flunkies were pains in my ass, and I figured the best way to rid you and them from REBEL was
to once again compete. I came back to personally throw your ass out of REBEL… but Gordon beat me to it. I come back from training in Japan and things
have changed. But we did get rid of the Ninjas and Black, he is doing his thing, but not causing any real problems for management. You were the instigator,
the (BLEEP) of the Elite. You ruined my damn ceremony, and took my chance away to thank the fans who helped put me on that inaugural list. To top it all
off, you come out here wearing the burnt remains of the banner to insult me! Then after I ask for a match, you show up like a gutless coward and start
attacking me. Then… you crossed the GOD DAMN LINE! You burned me and basically marked me with your shitty initials forever. But I’m cool, calm and collected
though. I know in July, REBEL will never see your ass again. I will make you leave the Grady Cole Center in Charlotte in a damn Ambulance. You just better
pray you ain’t Dead on Arrival!
The attention turns back to Bubba J as he brings the microphone to his lips.
BUBBA J: “I show up like a gutless coward, but from the beginning when I started here you had it in for me. You force me to team with Vincent Black, I supposedly
threaten an employee. Hell, I did threaten an employee and I get fined. One of three you tell me, one of f*bleep*ing three. See, you had it in for me back
then. Why people might ask is because you knew that I was the next Rex Caliber. But the joke is on you, see, I wasn’t the next Rex Caliber.”
The fans erupt, they actually agree with Bubba J.
REX CALIBER: “Damn right you ain’t the next Sexy Rexy.”
BUBBA J: “Know why I ain’t the next Rex Caliber? Cause I am better than your ass will ever be. Come Red, White, and Bruised… Your body Rex will be red
from your blood that I spill, it will be white from the loss of your own life’s force, and when you are slammed into that ambulance. When it carries you
away from here to the hospital, cause that is where you is going… When they put blood back into your system Rex, your body will become bruised. Rex…
I garan damn tee it. The best part… there. ain’t. a. damn. thing. you. can. do. about. it!”
REX CALIBER: “Oh, I’ll…”
BUBBA J” Don’t interrupt me again you sumbitch! See, I ain’t finished talking just yet. The reason I marked you with the Double R?”
Rex looks on with anger in his eyes.
BUBBA J: “Is so that when your ass is eighty something years old, sitting in the nursing home trying to remember what you had for breakfast… You’ll still
have a reminder of me.. Bubba F*BLEEP!*king J!”
CHET: “Bubba J, Rex.”
He looks at each in turn, they look at each other, only acknowledging Chet standing there.
CHET: “After your names are inked to this contract, any physical contact between the two of you will result in a one thousand dollar fine.”
Bubba J actually laughs.
BUBBA J: “You going to try and fine me even when I am not under contract?”
CHET: “If you sign this contract, you will be under contract.”
Bubba J looks at him for a second before turning his attention back to Rex.
BUBBA J: “Give me that damn pen.. wait, I got a better idea.”
Bubba J flicks out a knife and the security escort for both men jump to attention; Bubba J laughs.
BUBBA J: “You think I’m going to go to jail over stabbing a piece of shit? Nah…”
Bubba J pricks the end of his finger and signs his name in blood. He hands the knife over to Rex, handle towards Sexy Rexy.
REX CALIBER: “You think I am going tocut myself with the knife you just put your blood on?”
Rex takes the knife and slices his finger.
REX CALIBER: “Damn right, because come Red, White, and Bruised, I’m going to have your blood all over me. Bubba, I am going to shower in your pain, and
relish every…”
Rex gets only an inch from Bubba J’s face, for his part, Bubba J moved closer to Rex.
REX CALIBER: “F*bleep*king minute of it.”
Bubba J laughs.
REX CALIBER: “I get my revenge for the stunt you pulled at my inauguration. See you then… (BLEEP).”
Rex signs the contract. They stare down, but both sets of security step in. “Red, White and Bruised 3” has a main event and Rex and branded viagra Bubba have their date
with destiny signed. The crowd explodes as it is confirmed for Red, White, and Bruised. Someone is going to get hurt, perhaps more than just one somebody.
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“Shadow of the Season” by Screaming Trees marches through the speakers as from the back, with Fantastic Andy, walks the upturned nose of Derek Stephen
Taylor to a chorus of boos.
JENNY JERSEY: From London England, standing at six feet two inches, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… DEREK STEPHEN TAYLOR!
Derek wipes his feet off on the ring’s apron before climbing into the ring.
“All Black” by Plies hits pharmacy online cialis the speakers and from the back walks the large form of Young Money’s Mack to a continued chorus of boos.
JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, standing at six feet eight inches, he weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… YOUNG MONEY’S MACK!
They don’t care if he came from Young Money or wherever, they don’t like him and the crowd lets him know that. Mack steps over the top rope and faces the
calm assurred face of Derek Stephen Taylor.
“Rise Above” by Black Flag hits the speakers as from the back, to another continuation of boos, is Johnny Maverick. He doesn’t seem to care if the fans
like him or not if the look on his face is any indication.
JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!
Johnny climbs up the steps and into the ring, looking at two of his opponents in this fatal five-way.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the next song as… “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps hits the speakers. From the back walks Mark Zout
and glad hands some fans on his way down to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: From Seattle Washington, he stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds… MARK ZOUT!
Mark runs up the ring steps and looks at the opponents in the ring, turns to the crowd, and flips himself over the top rope and into the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Show off.
“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf plays through the speakers as from the back to a huge ovation, a standing one at that, walks Matthew Kurtis along with
Lyndsey Valentine.
JENNY JERSEY: From Wyclef Kentucky, he stands at six feet eleven inches, he weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds… “BLUEGRASS BAD ASS” MATTHEW
KURTIS!
Matthew steps up the steps and onto the ring apron. He points at Mack and steps over the ropes himself.
DING DING
COREY TAYLOR: Finally, we are underway here.
ROB MARTINEZ: There are five wrestlers, it takes a while to introduce them all.
Matthew goes right after the man who forced his way into the match, Young Money Mack. Matthew with a faked right hand, but nails Mack in the mouth with
a painful looking left fist. Mack falls backwards, not expecting that to come from Matthew. Mark Zout is in a collar and elbow tie up with Johnny Maverick,
go behind into a hammerlock. Mark drops the hammerlock in favor of a side headlock and Johnny is sent down to the canvas with a running bulldog. Derek
Stephen Taylor was waiting for something like this as he drops a knee on the back of Mark Zout’s head driving his face into the canvas. Derek pulls him
up whipping him into the corner following with a running clothesline.
ROB MARTINEZ: Taylor taking full advantage of someone else’s hard work.
COREY TAYLOR: Why should he have to do all of the ahrd work?
Matthew Irish whips Mack across the ring, he reverses and Matthew is sent running, leaping over the downed Johnny Maverick and modifies his whip in mid-run.
Matthew leaps at the last second slamming his massive frame onto both Derek Stephen Taylor and Mark Zout with a body splash in the corner. Matthew turns
around right into a clothesline from Mack. Mack with a forearm that bends Matthew over backwards at the neck, another, and a third. Mack looks deep into
Matthew’s eyes before saying this is what I want to do to your two brothers as well. Johnny Maverick with an European uppercut to Mack halts whatever it
was he wanted to do to Matthew and instead of holding Matthew, he holds himself, but in pain. Johnny smirks before hitting a picture perfect standing dropkick
that sends Mack into Matthew and squashing all of the other participants in this five-way title contendership match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick standing tall right now.
COREY TAYLOR: You just wait, he’ll be flat on his back like the majority of the women here in North Carolina.
Matthew shoves Mack backwards and turns to throw a spinning elbow at Derek Stephen Taylor.
One… Two… Thr–Matthew with a leg drop stops the pinfall attempt that Johnny Maverick had on Mack with a roll up. Johnny gets up and is extremely ticked
off here. He dives at Matthew who easily uses his own momentum against him by tossing him over the top rope. A second leg drop sends the rising Mack back
to the canvas. Derek Stephen Taylor with a dig in his trunks pulls out something, he nails the rising Matthew Kurtis with a pair of brass knuckles once,
twice, three times, and the spear from Mark Zout prevents Taylor from going ballistic on Matthew with the brass knuckles. Mark spins running up the turnbuckle
leaping with a corkscrewspinning elbow splash onto the chair holding Johnny Maverick. Both men hit the floor, Maverick having dropped the chair upon impact.
Mark is up quickly though whipping Maverick into the ring apron. Johnny springs to the apron and back flips onto Mark Zout; once again, both men go down.
Fantastic Andy slides in a steel chair, but as Derek goes to pick it up, Mack nails him with a boot to the side of his temple sending him rolling out of
the ring and onto his back.
ROB MARTINEZ: A Young Money member and a Kurtis brother in the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Mack!
Mack picks up the chair, hefts it checking for the right positioning, and brings it down on the kneeling Matthew Kurtis. Matthew, does not go down, but
grins and begs for some more. Mack swings it like a baseball bat and while Matthew sways backwards, he does not go down, but the blood is running from
his forehead in a river. Matthew flips Mack the bird and Mack hits the ropes, swinging the chair like a baseball bat while he charges down the kneeling
Matthew Kurtis. Matthew ducks under the swing and from the kneeling position spins using the bottom of his legs to trip Mack, which causes him to fall
on top of the steel chair. Outside the ring, Derek Stephen Taylor has Mark Zout up delivering a right hand, that still has the brass knuckles attached.
Mark’s head is thrown back. Wrapping his arms around Mark’s waist, Derekspins slamming Mark back first onto the concrete with a belly to belly over the
shoulder suplex. Johnny stomps on the back of Taylor’s head, but the British superstar pays little attention as he gets back to his feet through the repeated
stomps. Taylor dives with his fists flying at the planted leg of Johnny Maverick with a modified looking spear. Johnny is too slow to prevent Taylor’s
shoulder from connecting with his leg and he goes down with Taylor on top of him. Inside the ring, once more, Matthew pulls Mack up, whipping him into
the ropes. Matthew hits the opposite ropes after a bit, adding momentum into the spear that he levels Mack with. Matthew pulls Mack up to his feet once
more and boots him in the gut, he signals to Lyndsey that it is time for the Bluegrass Bomb; Lyndsey nods. Matthew grunts, but gets the only slightly smaller
man up and drops him with the Bluegrass Bomb and makes the cover as he hooks the leg.
One…
Derek tries to dive in, but his leg is caught under Johnny’s body.
Two…
A masked woman leaps from the crowd smashing a beer bottle into Lyndsey’s face, the bottle shatters into a hundred pieces as blood begins to pour from the
cuts on her face.
Thr– Matthew gets up off of Mack and dives through the ropes at his Lyndsey. The masked woman, who is undoubtedly La Reina de los Mariposas nails him with
the remains of the beer bottle. Matthew falls to the floor in a heep as La Reina jumps up sending her knee into Matthew’s falling face. She walks away
from the scene, but stops before hopping the railing and points back at the downed form of Lyndsey Valentine. La Reina makes a belt gesture around her
waist before shouting.
“After Aerial Assault, that belt is mine…. BITCH!”
ROB MARTINEZ: Why in the…
COREY TAYLOR: For the belt you dumb piece of…
ROB MARTINEZ: No reason for name calling.
COREY TAYLOR: Damn, if I don’t love a girl with violence in her blood and she is sexy as hell to boot.
Mack climbs through the bottom rope as Derek begins to brawl again with Johnny Maverick and there comes Mark Zout to get in on the action. Mack rolls the
seemingly lifeless form of Matthew Kurtis into the ring where he simply hooks the leg.
ONE… TWO… THREE
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: The Rebel Pro World title match pinfall is awarded to Young Money Mack for pinning Matthew Kurtis!
Mack rolls out of the ring leaving Matthew there in his own blood. As he walks past the brawling Johnny, Mark, and Derek, he makes a belt motion and says
it is his. The others know they are competing for the Carolinas belt now. But, they are best buy on cialis competing with no less determination as Derek and Mark are taking
out Johnny Maverick. Mark with a vicious left hand, Derek with a vicious brass knuckled assisted right. Johnny is being worked over by a technician and
a high flyer here up against the railing. Derek turns to Mark to presumably give him some instruction when Mark kicks out with his right foot, twists,
and sends Derek down to the concrete floor with a swinging neckbreaker. Meanwhile, Matthew has rolled out of the ring and is checking on his girlfriend,
who has come around. She seems to be out of it until Matthew tells her that La Reina is the one who attacked her; then Lyndsey’s eyes clear and she mouths
the words “Bitch!”
COREY TAYLOR: Lyndsey may have what it takes yet… only time will tell.
ROB MARTINEZ: Young Money Mack with an opportunity to leave Bedlam with the Rebel Pro World title, if the chips fall right.
Mark Zout runs up the ring steps spinning back with a front toe kick that hits Derek right between the eyes; Derek goes down bonelessly. Mark lands back
on the steps, catches himself with the assistance of the ring post and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He dives with a frogsplash that would have made Eddie
Guerrero proud right onto both Derek and Johnny Maverick. Mark rolls Derek into the ring, having given him the most damage. He lifts Derek up, body slamming
him down onto the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: That is the Pacific Plung!
Mark makes the cover and the referee is there with the count as Mark hooks the leg.
One…
Johnny quickly gets up to his feet as Matthew looks up at the sound of the second pinfall.
Two…
Johnny springs to the top turnbuckle as Matthew slides into the ring.
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Mark Zout has won the Carolinas Title opportunity for later tonight!
Johnny leaps with a elbow drop that catches Derek right in the mouth. Johnny makes the cover.
One… Two…
Matthew picks Johnny up, stopping the count. Johnny fights back with rights and lefts as Mark Zout slides out of the ring, heading to the back to prepare
himself for his Carolinas title match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Zout has gotten himself a Carolinas Title shot here tonight.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, Mark Out, more like he will be passed out.
ROB MARTINEZ: What?
COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, I couldn’t come up with anything to come back at you with, so I settled for the confusion driver.
Johnny turns in Matthew’s grip, knees him in the stomach, and drops him on the canvas with a DDT. He quickly rolls the big man over and covers him. But
before the referee can count one, Derek slams a forearm into the back of Johnny’s head breaking it up. Derek whips Johnny into the corner following in
with a pointed elbow smash, Johnny ducks floating behind Derek with a rear waistlock, he lifts, but a big boot from Matthew slams into the back of his
shoulderblades and Derek dis ropped. Johnny turns around into the path of a pissed off Matthew Kurtis, Johnny doesn’t seem to be phased. Johnny with a
stiffly thrown right hand, Matthew catches it. Johnny throws a left, but Derek catches it from behind. Working together, Matthew and Derek whip Johnny
into the ropes, but the alliance is short lived as Derek throws the brass knuckled right hand into Matthew’s temple. Matthew doesn’t go down, but Johnny
is returning and as the two turn to face him, he jumps with a double kick to them both. Derek and Matthew double over at the midsection and Johnny sends
them down to the canvas with a DDT. He rolls the more worked over Matthew Kurtis and hooks the leg.
One…
Derek isn’t stirring at all.
Two…
Derek begins to move, but way too slowly.
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
ROB MARTINEZ: That is the final pinfall of the match and Johnny Maverick has earned the #1 Contender’s Cup match, following immediately after this match.
COREY TAYLOR: He is going to go after a championship of his choosing and after being rejected from Rebel Pro before.
JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick has earned the shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup in the following match.
The crowd erupts into cheers and yells of delight, but Jenny doesn’t stop there.
JENNY JERSEY: But that is not all.
The crowd falls silent, not wanting to miss a single word.
JENNY JERSEY: The next pinfall between Matthew Kurtis and Derek Stephen Taylor will give the winner a shot at the Carolinas Title at Underground!
They explode, but Jenny doesn’t seem to be finished yet.
ROB MARTINEZ: All of the surprises and craziness is sure following the name Bedlam.
COREY TAYLOR: Shut up, Jenny is in the spotlight now.
JENNY JERSEY: The one who is not victorious will receive a shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup at either Underground or Red, White, and Bruised!
The crowd is ecstatic as the bell rings again.
DING DING
Matthew
pushes Derek into the ropes, Irish whip sends him into the ropes. Matthew with a clothesline, Derek ducks under, a kick to the back of Matthew’s
knees. Matthew stumbles, but doesn’t fall down to one knee. Derek with a bulldog that sends Matthew onto the canvas where Derek begins to pound away unrelentless
on the wound on Matthew’s forehead. Knowing it is a soft spot for pain, Derek digs his fingers into the skin there and rips both hands backwards causing
the clotting blood to flow more freely than before. Matthew throws up a right hand that sends Derek sailing backwards from the impact. Matthew gets up,
shaking his head and causing blood droplets to fly in a spray, before walking over to Derek. Taylor grabs the trunks of Matthew yanking him forward into
the corner, Matthew’s head seems to make contact with the ringpost, but through all of the blood, we aren’t certain. Derek rolls him up and places his
feet on the top rope for leverage.
One…
Lyndsey dives into the ring.
Two…
Fantastic Andy holds onto Lyndsey’s waist, preventing her from interfering with his client’s pin.
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner and getting a shot at the Rebel Pro Carolinas Title at Underground… Derek Stephen Taylor!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a ton of surprises here tonight!
COREY TAYLOR: Derek is going to use the Carolinas Title as a stepping stone.
JENNY JERSEY: And getting a shot at the #1 Contender’s Cup at either Underground or Red, White, and Bruised… Matthew Kurtis!
Derek gets up, having been through hell and hocks a wad of bloody spit onto the upturned face of Matthew Kurtis. He and Fantastic Andy leave back up the
entrance ramp.
ROB MARTINEZ: Now, that was uncalled for.
COREY TAYLOR: He won, he can do anything he wants, what is the ref going to do… disqualify him?
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“Rise Above” by Black Flag queues up once again tonight and from the back to a chorus of boos is Johnny Maverick.
JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!
Johnny climbs into the ring where Jenny Jersey is standing with the Rebel Pro #1 Contender’s Cup in her grasp. Johnny looks perplexed at this, but stands
in front of Jenny Jersey anyways, still sweaty and bloody from the previous match. It isn’t his blood, but he is wearing it proudly.
JENNY JERSEY: Due to a family emergency, the Bird of Prey Jacob Vena will not be competing here tonight. He has forfeited the Contender’s Cup and regrets
that he will be out of action until the Red, White, and Bruised show in July.
Johnny looks at Jenny as if this is a plot against him and his kind.
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the #1 Contender’s Cup by forfeit… Johnny Maverick!
Johnny takes the cup and looks down at it in wonder before holding it high up over his head to the crowd’s undelight. He smirks and climbs through the ropes.
He walks to the back as Spyke Gein walks out to sniff the cup and give it a good lick, he pronounces it delicious!
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***DVD EXCLUSIVE***
All the members of the Young Money crew are in one locker room. There is Jer$ey, Hostile, Mack and Trix. They are scheduling things that are bound to happen.
Jer$ey:: So Mack are you ready for your big match?
Mack:: What match? You mean my walk in the park?
Jer$ey:: If that’s what you call it.
Mack:: Yeah, I’m more than ready. Ready to snap a couple of guys head off.
Jer$ey:: That’s what I want to hear. Bring home at least one title.
Mack:: Man it’s a guaranteed chance from me to bring something home. Hell I got three good chances.
Trix:: Bring one home for me too then.
Hostile:: Bring you one? You best go out there and earn your ass a title, soon. You’re about to be the only one of us with out a belt.
Trix:: Man, Hostile chill. I got this.
Hostile:: You better.
Trix:: Or else?
Hostile:: It’s a New Jersy Head Shot.
—The boys laugh. As some knocks came to the door.
Jer$ey:: Yo, come in!
—And it’s the Jonas Brother.
Jer$ey:: What up boys?
Tommy J:: On our way here we saw this stray dog, and while we were playing he started pissing, so I got piss all over my shirt.
Jim J:: That explains the smell. But anyway we’re here to seal the deal.
Mack:: What deal!?
Jer$ey:: None of your damn business. In fact, let’s talk about this outside.
Jim and Tommy Jonas follow Jer$ey outside the locker room. Then Hostile also came.
Jer$ey:: So you really want to do this?
Jim J:: For a shot at tag team gold, even Canadian tag team gold, we’ll do almost anything. It doesn’t matter to me who I face anyway. I’ll beat up anyone
in my way.
—Hostile stares at the Disney Boy wannabe
Jer$ey:: That’s cool then. Just for doing that, I got a little extra to give you. Hostile do that honors.
—Hostile walks back into the locker room and grabbed a green briefcase.
Mack:: What’s that for?
Hostile:: Business!
Mack:: What kind of business?
Hostile:: That’s between the Jonas Brothers, Jer$ey, and me. You’ll know more whan Jer$ey tells you more. Good enough for you?
Mack:: No!
Hostile:: Deal with it.
—Hostile went back outside the locker room. And handed the briefcase over too Jim.
Jer$ey:: There you have it. Since you actually helping me and my boy out, I’m still going to give you a little extra. Open it up.
—Jim J, opened the briefcase and seen Benjamin Franklins
Jer$ey:: That right there is a hundred grand. Just a few dollars for our appreciation. And I’m looking forward to doing more business with ya’ll, in the
future.
Jim J:: Yeah, now we just go to the bank and deposit this…aw who am I kidding? Hookers and blow all weekend long!
Tommy J: Woo hoo!
Jer$ey:: Thanks man.
—The Jonas’ headed out back into there locker room. As Jer$ey and Hostile, mention a few words to each other. As the scene fades.
***END DVD EXCLUSIVE***
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King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps plays through the speakers for a second time tonight as Mark Zout walks from the back to a moderate ovation
here in the building.
JENNY JERSEY: From Seattle Washington, he stands at five feet ten inches, he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds… MARK ZOUT!
Mark sprints down the entrance way, making sure to slap hands on the way, He climbs up the steps and through the ropes into the ring.
“Cocky” by Kid Rock blares to life in the building and the fans go crazy for The Show! He walks from the back with the Carolinas title on one shoulder and
one half of the Rebel Pro Tag belts on the other. He looks out at the crowd and nods his appreciation.
JENNY JERSEY: He is from Paducah Kentucky but is now fighting out of Durham, NC, he stands at six feet three inches, weighs in at two hundred and thirty
pounds; he is the man of a million nicknames, he is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, he is your Carolinas Champion, he is… THE SHOW
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah yeah yeah, bladdity, bladdity, blah.
The crowd is going wild as Chad makes his way down to the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope. He holds up the Tag belt high, then the Carolinas
title. The crowd hasn’t sat down yet. He hands the belts over to Jenny Jersey and begins to loosen up for the match.
DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: Another possible Aerial Assault tournament match here between these two.
COREY TAYLOR: Honestly Rob, who gives a damn?
Collar and elbow tie up, Mark with a float behind into a hammerlock. Chad rolls forward flipping Mark over him onto the canvas right at the ropes. Mark
kips up to his feet-Shawn Michaels style and Chad seems impressed. Collar and elbow tie up again, Chad with a go behind into a hammerlock, into a side
headlock, Mark shoves Chad into the ropes. Chad rebounds, leap frogs over the lowered Mark Zout, hits the ropes and turns. Mark is there with a clothesline
sending Chad flipping over the ropes to the ring’s apron. Chad holds onto the top rope, slides in under Mark, spin kips up to his feet, belly to back positon
and lifts Mark into the air. Mark flips backwards landing on his feet, Chad turns to face him, both men nod at each other.
ROB MARTINEZ: Excellant moves so far from both men.
COREY TAYLOR: This is bori… holy shit!
Mark just tied up with Chad Kurtis in an arm lock, Chad fliped over, twisted around and somehow hooked Mark into an armlock of his own. Chad chains into
a wristlock,jumps into the air over the outstretched arm, falls down on the crook of the elbow twisting the arm into a modified arm hammerlock using his
legs. Mark falls down to the canvas, pushes with his feet and grabs Chad’s head with his other arm and spins them both around sending Chad down to the
canvas with a spinning DDT. Mark kips back up to his feet holding his arm and trying to get the feeling back in that extremity. Mark hits the ropes, baseball
slide into the rolling Chad Kurtis, who manages to avoid most of the contact. Chad pulls himself up to his feet, ducks under a clothesline attempt and
wraps himself on Mark’s shoulders. Chad has his legs wrapped around Mark’s right arm and his arms wrapped around his left arm. Mark falls back as if for
a Somoan drop, but Chad rolls on through, using Mark’s momentum against him, and his head slams into the canvas. Mark’s shoulders are on the canvas for
a pin attempt.
One… Two…- Markrolls over bridging until the pain on Chad’s neck is unbearable and he breaks the hold. Mark wastes no time in springing to the top rope
flipping backward with a moonsault that lands on the upturned knees of Chad Kurtis. Mark grunts as all of his oxygen is forced out of his lungs and Chad
is on his feet quickly pulling Mark back up to his. Mark whipped into the ropes, Chad follows behind. Mark springs to the middle rope with a back elbow
catching Chad in the forehead with the unprotected elbow. Chad falls to one knee. Mark spins around nailing Chad in the same exact spot with a spinning
heel kick. Chad falls to the canvas on his back.
One… Two… Th–NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up before the count of three to keep that win streak alive one more match. Mark seems frustrated, but
who wouldn’t be frustrated at not being able to pin The Show?
ROB MARTINEZ: Two near falls here in this match so far.
COREY TAYLOR: Do something crazy.
So far these two are keeping it clean inside the ring, no weapons being involved and the fans are loving the match never the less. Mark nods as he whips
Chad into the ropes. Chad jumps, both legs going through the top and middle rope. He grabs the top rope, spins around as he ducks under the top rope nailing
Mark in the midsection with an awesome looking kick that sends Mark doubling over catching his breath. Chad spins back outside the ring, climbs to the
top rope, on the ropes not using the turnbuckle, and flips over Mark with a sunset flip and another cover here in this match.
One… Two… Thr–NO! Chad is forced off of the pin by Marks authoritive kick-out. Chad is surprised, but for that matter so is Mark. Zout has had a match
already this night and this is Chad’s first of two matches as well. Chad with a forearm shot to Mark’s forehead backing him into the corner.
COREY TAYLOR: That was pretty crazy looking.
ROB MARTINEZ: If anyone can, The Show can.
Chad climbs up the turnbuckle mounting Mark for the ten punches that the crowd so loves. Mark grabs Chad around the waist before he can deliver the first
punch and a massive spinebuster slams Chad’s back into the canvas. Mark spedily through the ropes flipping frontwards with a 360 degree splash that connects
solidly and he hooks the leg for a cover.
One… Two… Thr–NO! Chad rolls up a shoulder just in the instant before the count of three.
ROB MARTINEZ: Almost a new Carolinas champion there.
COREY TAYLOR: In Mark Zout’s first night in Rebel Pro, he is proving the naysayers wrong.
Mark pulls Chad back up to his feet, locks his wrist in a wristlock and walks backwards up the ropes. Mark balances himself on the top rope as he walks,
leaping into the air, he quickly locks in an arm scissors slamming Chad into the mat into a submission hold. The referee nearly slides out of the ring
to check on Chad’s condition. Chad is refusing to give up the title that easily, he is determination personified. Chad grabs the bottom rope, but to Rebel
Pro rules indicate that no rope breaks have to be acknowledged. Chad pulls himself to the second rope, Mark Zout holds on for dear life. Chad to the top
rope, sweating and determined, Mark flips backwards sending Chad rolling. Mark falls back to the canvas, Chad lands on his feet, charging at the rising
Mark Zout. Mark back drops Chad over the top rope, Mark hits his knees, the toll of his first match and the high intensity of this match getting to him.
Chad lands on the apron, springs to the top rope, comes down with a flipping leg drop that sends Mark’s face into the canvas. Chad makes a cover.
One… Two… Thr–NO! Mark still has enough in the tank to kickout before three. Chad is still impressed with this guy, pulling him back up to his feet,
body slamming him in the middle of the ring. Chad yells out to the crowd, who yells back in return. Chad runs up the corner and launches himself backwards
with the Best Moonsault Evelanding directly and squarely on top of Mark Zout. Hooking the leg, he is ready for another cover.
One… Two… Thr–NO! Mark able to kick out again.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad with yet another near fall here in this match.
COREY TAYLOR: I am fixing to go and get me a hotdog, I’d ask if you wanted one, but I don’t care.
Corey Taylor indeed gets up and leaves the ringside area intent on getting a hotdog. Mark pulled up to his feet, Irish whipped into the ropes, Chad hits
the canvas, Mark leaps over. Chad back up to his feet, flat on his back, Mark returns, Chad shoves him up into the air with his feet and Mark flips over
him to land on his feet? Mark lands on his feet, Chad is astounded, but quickly recovers. Zout charges back, Chad ducks under the clothesline, hooking
the arm and sending Zout down to the canvas with a DDT. But wait, no, Mark was able to block the DDT and shove Chad down to the canvas first allowing him
to absorb much of the impact. Mark flips on over with a one handed handstand, landing near the ropes. Modified springboard to the sitting up Chad Kurtis,
leg hook and a cover.
One… Two… Thre–NO! It was only two and five sixths, that close. Chad manages to roll up just in time.
ROB MARTINEZ: How much will Chad have left for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Title match?
Mark up, whipping Chad backwards into the turnbuckle, he quickly climbs through the ropes to the price of viagra top turnbuckle where he sits on the top turnbuckle behind
Chad Kurtis. Zout synches in a inverted facelock, leaping forward he somersaults turning the inverted facelock into a three quarter facelock; sitting out,
he slams Chad’s jaw into his shoulder finishing off the Diamond Dust. Mark hooks the leg with another cover.
One… Two… Thre–NO! Kurtis able to somehow, someway, dig down deep and pull up enough energy to kick out. Mark is astounded that Chad was able to kick
out of that move, but he continues on. Irish whip into the ropes, reversal by Chad and Mark is sent running. Leapfrog by Chad, Zout ducks under hitting
the ropes. Drop toe hold sends Mark down to the canvas where Chad locks in an STF in the middle of the ring. The referee is there checking on Mark’s condition,
but Zout refuses to give either. He begins to crawl to the ropes for leverage, wishing now he had given Chad the curtosey of a rope break earlier. Mark
is forced to crawl an inch at a time, the pain starting to get into his system and the adrenalline is leaving in a flood.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is an accomplished technical wrestler as well as a high flyer.
The crowd here begins to chant “This is awesome!” followed by the standard clapping. Zout reaches the ropes then the arguous task is to try and climb the
ropes to gain leverage. Bottom rope and Chad holds in the STF, second rope and Chad breaks the hold. Mark falls back down, but Chad catches him in a full
nelson, chain wrestling it into a hammerlock, into a chicken wing submission move. Mark is flayling about trying his best to stay upright and break the
hold. Chad backs up the turnbuckle, the chicken wing still synched in and Mark fading fast. Chad climbs up the turnbuckle, thrusting forward from the middle
turnbuckle driving Zout face first into the canvas, he hooks the leg.
One… Two… Thre–NO! How does Zout manage to kickout of moves like that? But he does as this match continues once more.
ROB MARTINEZ: You have got to give it to Zout, he has integrity and determination.
Corey Taylor walks back, carrying a thirty-two ounce cup and a hotdog basket. He sits down at the announce table with a sigh and puts on the headset.
ROB MARTINEZ: Back?
COREY TAYLOR: Obviously, did you miss me?
ROB MARTINEZ: Hardly.
Chad is breathing heavily and pulls Zout back up, placing his head under his armpit for a suplex, Mark hooks the leg, rolling Chad up for a pin of his own.
One… Two… Thre–NO, only TWO! The crowd is going wild for this match. Chad and Zout both up at the same time, forearm from Zout sends Chad backwards,
forearm from Chad sends Mark backwards. European uppercut from Zout rocks Chad’s head, scoop and a body slam near the middle of the ring, and Zout climbs
to the top turnbuckle. He somersaults with a headbutt that connects with the canvas and he busts himself open here in the match; the first blood of the
match. Chad is pulling himself up with the help of the ropes and walks over to where Mark is laying unmoving on the canvas. He lifts him up in the Canadian
Destroyer position… CK Finale! Chad hooks the leg and makes the cover in the middle of the ring.
One… Two… Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion… The Show… Chad Kurtis!
The crowd is loving these two men right now, Chad pulls Mark up to his feet and both wrestlers shake hands before Zout leaves Chad standing there with the
championship held high over his head.
ROB MARTINEZ: Great show of sportsmanship after a hard fought contest.
COREY TAYLOR: Mma.. fos ftwo fook mmmmver.
ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t your mother ever teach you to not speak with your mouth full? Nevermind, people like you don’t have mothers…. ZING!
COREY TAYLOR: Immmm gommaf mumgeft fuem.
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“Everyone I Went to High School With Is Dead” quesues up and from the back to a chorus of boos is Tommy and Jim Jonas.
JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty-six pounds, JIM and TOMMY, THE JONAS BROTHERS!
They pay no attention to the fans as they get into the ring and await the cocky Zeke and Mikey.
“The Beverly Hillbillies Theme” hits the speakers and for one of the first times, the crowd boos the formerly loveable and now quickly hated Cuzin’ Zeke.
He stops at the curtain.
JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds…. CUZIN’ ZEKE!
No love for this man, nor his tag team partner.
“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins hits the speakers and if anything changes, the boos get louder because this man has poisoned Cuzin’ Zeke’s
mind.
JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquerque, New Mexico he stands six foot tall and weighing two hundred and thirty-six pounds MIKEY MASSACRE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Sad to see what Mikey has done to Cuzin’ Zeke.
COREY TAYLOR: I’m just glad Zeke finally found his balls.
Zeke and Mikey walk down the entrance way before climbing into the ring to face the Jonas Brothers.
DING DING!
Mikey and Tommy step to the outside of the ring. Cuzin Zeke and Jim Jonas lock up as the fans are booing still. Zeke tries sending the equally big man down,
but to no avail. They twist and no one can get an advantage as they end up hitting the ropes, still locked up. Tommy Jonas is close and tags himself in.
He gets in the ring and nails Zeke with a drop kick. Tommy and Jim hit a double elbow on Zeke and in enters Mikey. Mikey grabs up Tommy and throws him
over the top rope, to the floor. Mikey chop blocks Jim from behind taking out his knee. Mikey helps Zeke up and they begin laying heavy boots into the
man who doesn’t star as Disney attraction, just so you know. They help big Jim up, and we use that term loosely. He is shot into the ropes and Zeke hooks
him off the rebound with a SIDE WALK SLAM! Mikey goes for the cover and Jimmy Johnson is down to count it.
ONE!
TWO!
TOMMY OFF THE TOP WITH A STEEL CHAIR DROP!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot by the smallest man in the match!
COREY TAYLOR: I feel torn in this match, I’m just gonna watch that big breasted red head on the front row.
ROB MARTINEZ: You do that.
Tommy is up rather quickly and throws the chair at the charging Zeke… BAM! Zeke is down, and Jim Jonas gets his arm draped over, as Tommy goes up top
once again. SOMERSAULT SENTON ON MIKEY MASSACRE! Jimmy Johnson is counting.
ONE!
TWO!
ZEKE BARELY GETS OUT!
Jim gets up first and he picks up his brother Tommy.. DROPPING HIM ONTO ZEKE! Another cover!
ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy gets a two count, but the damage is being done to Zeke and Mikey.
COREY TAYLOR: I love when this gal claps… CHEER BABY CHEER!
Mikey grabs up the chair and looks almost in a trance. JIM GETS NAILED FROM BEHIND. His head is busted wide open. Tommy is laying in the punches on Zeke’s
head. Mikey grabs him up from behind. GERMAN SUPLEX! Tommy is folded up like an accordion. Jim is back up and pissed. He grabs up Mikey now and throws
him into the ropes… SPINE BUSTER OFF THE REBOUND! Jim shook the ring with Mikey Massacre’s carcass! Jim looks for Zeke, and finds a MULE KICK! The fans
are cheering the action now. Mikey is up and so is Tommy. Tommy ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits Mikey with a spinning wheel kick. Zeke grabs
up Tommy after this though, and plants him face first in the mat with a PILE DRIVER! Mikey is trying to gain his bearings and instruct Zeke to do something.
Zeke goes to his corner and grabs up his chain horseshoe combo. Mikey gets Jim Jonas and holds him long enough for Zeke to do as Mikey says… SMASH JIM’S
HEAD WITH THE HORSE SHOE. Jim’s head is busted from the front now. They move Jim toward the ropes.
ROB MARTINEZ: They have Jim’s arms out and flip the ropes over them, trapping them. This doesn’t look good for the Jonas’ as they hooked the chain over
them for good measure.
COREY TAYLOR: Now the red head’s friend has returned from the beer stand. It’s getting hot on the front row!
With Jim tied up, Zeke and Mikey have full reign over Tommy. Tommy is in the corner and sees the two. They charge at him and both eat a boot to the face
for good measure. Mikey heads outside. Zeke is down and Tommy goes up. Tommy nails his pet move… YOUR MOM! The moonsault leg drop nails. Mikey is trying
to get a table in the ring as Jimmy Johnson goes for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
NO CIGAR, AS MIKEY MAKES IT IN TIME TO BREAK IT UP.
Tommy is hoisted up and MANNY PLEX! Mikey doesn’t go for a cover though. He goes to the outside. He gets a Singapore Cane. He throws it to Zeke. Zeke looks
at him, and Mikey gets in the ring.
MIKEY: HIT HIM UNTIL IT BLEEDS TOO! He said you was a fake, he doesn’t believe in our cause!
Zeke looks unsure, beating a defenseless man and all. He swings and THWACK! Again! Again! Four shots from the cane. And Jim hollers in pain. Tommy tries
getting up, but is met with the cane to the head. He rises only to eat another. Mikey grabs him up and locks him up… THE SELL OUT! Zeke continues his
unmerciful cane shots to the helpless Jim Jonas. The skin is dark red, and bruising cheap online pharmacy but no blood yet.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is sick and just a sign of how determined these men are at sending REBEL wrestlers a message.
COREY TAYLOR: Think that blonde friend of hers goes with both. I mean she’s an obviously a lesbian.. but you never know. She might like…
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit… Jim is finally bleeding from the shots. This isn’t wrestling, this is assault and battery.
Zeke puts down the cane. Tommy is still down from the Sellout. Zeke and Mikey set up the table. Mikey places Tommy on it, as Zeke heads up top. MUDPUDDLE
THROUGH THE TABLE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match… CUZIN ZEKE AND MIKEY MASSACRE!
ROB MARTINEZ: That was sick and twisted.
COREY TAYLOR: That was awesome! That blonde kissed the red head, I’m loving it!
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“Voices” by Rev Theory cues up as Chamelion saunters through the curtain. He ignores the booing crowd as he makes his way to the ring, stopping only to
give a thumbs up to a PWA sign and to rip up a Young Money Wrestling sign.
JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Pioneer Wrestling Association, from Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… CHAMELION!
DJ Khaled, Kayne West & T-Pain replace Rev Theory as two members of Young Money make their way down the aisle, REBEL Pro’s Mack and Jer$ey, his Heritage
title on one shoulder, his NAPW Tag title on the other. He stares down Chamelion as Mack tries to mend the ripped-up Young Money sign.
JENNY JERSEY His opponent, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling and Young Money, accompanied to the ring by Mack, from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing
in at two hundred and twenty pounds… he is the reigning NAPW Canadian Heritage Champion and one-half of the NAPW World Tag Team Champions…. “YOUNG
MONEY” JER$EY!
The two men circle each other… DING DING!
Jer$ey and Chamelion lock-up mid-ring! They battle for the advantage, Chamelion releases the collar-and-elbow and applies an arm ringer. But not for long
as Jer$ey reverses it into an arm ringer of his own. Chamelion with another ringer! He steps into it and brings his elbow down on the arm socket of Jer$ey.
Again! And he turns it into a side headlock. He wrenches it but Jer$ey slips behind him. Belly-to-back suplex—no! Chamelion back flips out of it! Chamelion
going for one of Jer$ey’s finishers, the No Look Back this early? But Jer$ey knows his move and hits him with a jawbreaker! Chamelion staggers back. Jer$ey
off of the ropes… clothesline… ducked by Chamelion! Chamelion with a jumping high kick… ducked by Jer$ey! Jer$ey off o f the ropes, catches Chamelion with
a clothesline! Jer$ey lays the boots to his opponent. Picks him up, tosses him into one corner. Whips him across the ring… reversed into a short-arm clothesline
by Chamelion ! Ducked by Jer$ey! Jer$ey with a waistlock, reversed by Chamelion into one of his own! Reversed again! Jer$ey with a German suplex but Chamelion
backflips out of it! Waistock by the PWA legend. German of his own! Jer$ey backflips out of it! They’re copying each other! Jer$ey with a dropkick to the
back of Chamelion’s knee sends him down. Elbow drop. Another! A third! But Chamelion rolls out of the way and Jer$ey elbows the mat. Chamelion up and off
of the ropes… baseball slide dropkick to Jer$ey as he tries to stand! Chamelion walks over to Jer$ey as he begins to stand up, hooks him. Snap suplex!
Cover! One! Two! Th—kickout!
ROB MARTINEZ: Close call there.
COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know who to pull for…. geez, the choices.
Chamelion picks him up. Places him in the corner. Knife edge chop. Another! A third! Whips him across the ring, Jer$ey hits the corner hard and stumbles
forward. Chamelion runs forward and clotheslines him to the mat! Off of the ropes… Rolling Thunder Leg Drop! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Chamelion picks Jer$ey up. Whips him from rope to rope. Jer$ey boots Chamelion when he goes for a back body drop! Off of the ropes… running bulldog to Chamelion!
Jer$ey again with the big boots. Helps Chamelion up… scoop and a slam! Now Jer$ey is going up top… moonsault time? But Chamelion is getting to his feet.
Jer$ey calls an audible… missile dropkick! And a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: Another close call.
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve only been tis torn once before. A brunette and a blonde… the choices!
He picks up Chamelion, off of the ropes, ducks his head for a back body drop… Chamelion catches him with a swinging neckbreaker! Now Chamelion going up
top… missile dropkick of his own as Jer$ey tries to stand! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Chamelion waits for Jer$ey to stand… Hooks him for the Rupture! But Jer$ey tries to elbow out of it! Two elbows to the side of Chamelion’s head… a third
releases him! Jer$ey off of the ropes… back body drop from Chamelion! Jer$ey quick to his feet but Chamelion clotheslines him over the top-rope! Chamelion
follows him out. Mack has slid the briefcase to Jer$ey.
ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, so who did you choose?
COREY TAYLOR: With these good looks… both.
Chamelion stalks Jer$ey… Jer$ey hits him with the briefcase! He stumbles back. Jer$ey opens up the briefcase. Inside are the Golden Sweets! He puts it on!
Meanwhile, Chamelion is going into his tights… looks like he has a replica of the Sweets himself! Both men run at each other… and knock the other out!
Mack is trying to wake Jer$ey but to no avail. He rolls Chamelion into the ring. He brings Jer$ey into the ring with him. And puts Jer$ey on top! It is
REBEL after all!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
Kickout by Chamelion!
Chamelion is out of it but manages to roll on top of Jer$ey.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
Kickout by Jer$ey!
ROB MARTINEZ: Both with a Golden Sweets blow!
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, that blow…
ROB MARTINEZ: Will you call the match?!
Both men very slow to their feet. They are standing mid-ring now and exchanging blows! Jer$ey forces a collar-and-elbow and forces him into the corner.
Chop! Chop! Whips him across the ring, reversed by Chamelion! Chamelion runs in… Jer$ey gets his foot up! Lariat sends Cham to the mat! Chamelion slowly
gets up… Jer$ey hoists him into a fireman’s carry… Million $ Shot! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are going back and forth tonight.
COREY TAYLOR: I wonder what happened to those two…
Jer$ey picks Chamelion up. Throws his head into the turnbuckle. Again. Again! Belly-to-back suplex! Jer$ey going up top. Moonsault! NO! Chamelion manages
to roll out of the way! Chamelion waiting for Jer$ey to stand. Jer$ey takes his time, holding his back. Chamelion with the Sweet Sound of Success! No!
Jer$ey ducks underneath! Superkick of his own! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
…
NO!
NO!
Kickout at the last possible nano! Jer$ey going to the outside. He is looking through the rest of the contents of the briefcase. Some Young Money Wrestling
documents, some loose cash… and a wrench?
COREY TAYLOR: Brenda and Rebecca were their names…
Jer$ey enters the ring with the wrench. He bends over Chamelion. And puts one of his fingers in the wrench! He looks at Mack and out of the crowd, a sadistic
expression on his face… but Chamelion puts him in a Triangle Choke! Another move out of Jer$ey’s playbook! He wrenches it, no pun intended! The referee
asking Jer$ey if he wants to tap out but he is shaking his head no! He is using his free hand to punch Cham but to no avail. Suddenly, realizing how close
he is to the ropes, he reaches for them, wanting to use their leverage to break the maneuver. He gets the bottom rope! And forces Chamelion to break the
hold! Chamelion picks up Jer$ey as he tries to get some oxygen in his lungs, whips him off of the ropes. Spinning heel kick to Jer$ey! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! KICKOUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chamelion going for a sharpshooter.
COREY TAYLOR: How much money do you get paid?
Now Cham is applying a Sharpshooter! But Jer$ey kicks him away! Jer$ey to his feet, Cham charges… arm-drag takedown he gets! Jer$ey lays on the boots! Picks
him up, whips him from one rope to the other… Chamelion reverses! And he grabs Jer$ey and lands a mean spinebuster! Now Chamelion is going up top! He is
going to mimic Jer$ey’s moonsault! But Jer$ey climbs to his feet. Meets Chamelion at the top! Hooks him… HOLY SHIT! NO LOOK BACK… OFF THE TOP ROPE!
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
WTF?
THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA GO OUT!
COREY TAYLOR: Did Gordon forget to pay the bills?
ROB MARTINEZ: Our microphones are still working. Something fishy is going on here…
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t touch my leg!
ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not!
COREY TAYLOR: Jenny?
ROB MARTINEZ: I doubt it’s her, either, Corey…
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, you’re right for once. I can tell from the hair on her palm that it’s actually your wife. My bad.
ROB MARTINEZ: The lights are back on!
COREY TAYLOR: So who in the hell touched my leg?
A man in the front row, off to the side of Corey Taylor, is smiling. Chamelion is standing in one corner as Jer$ey stands mid-ring, trying to figure out
what the hell just happened. He looks around to find Chamelion but doesn’t see him until it’s too late… SWEET SOUND OF SUCCESS! Cover! ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… from the Pioneer Wrestling Association… CHAMELION!
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Time for the World Tag Team Title Match! The Sports Connection parking lot sold special tickets and gave some away to local veterans for this match! In
the middle of the parking lot are four cars that act as turnbuckles with Caution tape from one to the other, creating a makeshift ring! Pins and submissions
must take place within the ‘ring.’ In one corner stands Shut Down and The Freak. In the other are the REBEL Icons. No introductions… because there is nowhere
to be introduced from!
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five-hundred pounds, SHUT DOWN AND THE FREAK… THE FREAK SHOW!
Boos for these two! They are facing Chad Kurtis and Rex Caliber after all!
JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, weighing in at four-hundred and seventy-five pounds, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS AND
“THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER… THE REBEL ICONS!
There’s no bell but a referee shows up… so I guess this match is on! Chad will start the match off with The Freak. I guess the teams are respecting tag
team tradition… but for how long? Both circle the ring sizing each other up, and both showing a little hesitance to rush in head first. The two smallest
of the teams decide to lock up, struggling in a contest of strength, and Chad is put down to one knee. The Freak initially overpowering Chad, wait no,
Chad is back up on his feet and The Freak is the one down to a knee. The Show slides on a headlock having such great leverage over The Freak, but The Freak
pushes himself loose and goes into the ropes… comes back and gets a big shoulder block on his return! Chad secures the big man on the cement with an elbow
drop, getting up and another elbow drop. Chad with the early pin, just barely a one count, but we can’t blame him for trying. The Freak gets to his feet
just before Chad and scoops the challenger up and slams him down. The Freak quick to his feet, but a clothesline from The Show sends him back down! The
Show now for another early cover and he gets a one count as well. Chad and The Freak get to their feet at the same time, this time The Freak runs in for
a clothesline but it gets ducked and he keeps running and dropkicks Rex and sends him down to the floor! The Freak runs at The Show… only to be taken down
by headscissors!
Shut Down enters the ring and delivers an absolutely massive belly to back suplex to Kurtis! On the HARD cement! He picks up The Freak. As Rex stands outside
the ring, Shut Down tosses his partner into him! Shut Down greets the rising Kurtis with a big right hand. Another! A third! Steps back, runs forward…
Big Boot—ducked by The Show! The Show with a spinning heel kick that sends the big man down! Asai moonsault off of one of the cars! But he lands on the
back of Shut Down as he rises! And Shut Down is still standing—it had no effect! HUGE snapmare from the big man to The Show! On the ‘outside’, The Freak
has grabbed a steel chair from a sitting fan. He swings it down at Rex! Again! A third time—Rex rolls out of the way! He’s giving chase to Rex… Rex with
a drop toe hold that sends The Freak crashing forward into the chair AND the cement! Rex slowly gets up, bringing The Freak with him, sends his head into
a car! But here comes Shut Down! He sends Rex’s head into the same car! Both Rex and The Freak are on the ground as Chad Kurtis charges Shut Down! Back
body drop to The Show but he lands feet first on the car. Shut Down spins around… The Show with a cross body block, taking the big man down! Rex gets to
his feet. He signals to his partner. Double Suplex to Shut Down! They drag him back into the ‘ring.’ The Show makes a cover.
One! Two! The Freak runs and lands a perfect senton to break it up by jumping OVER the caution tape! Rex grabs him and throws some furious punches to his
back. Brings him over the caution tape. He opens the backseat of a car, places The Freak’s head in it… and SLAMS the door on his head! He picks up The
Freak and throws him back into the ring. The Show covers him now! One! Two! Shut Down is up and breaks it with an elbow! Rex locks up with Shut Down. Shut
Down backs him against the hood of a car. Right hand! Right hand! Big headbutt to Rex! Rolls him onto the car. And Shut Down is going up top! He hoists
Rex up in a Gorilla Press! On top of a CHEVY! He’s going to TOSS him onto the CEMENT! Meanwhile, The Show and The Freak are brawling back and forth outside
the tape. Rex manages to get out of the Gorilla Press! He climbs down onto the roof of the car. Dropkick to Shut Down sends him off of the hood to the
CEMENT BELOW! Flying elbow drop! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT BY SHUT DOWN!
That move took a lot out of Rex as the impact on the cement is much less forgiving than the impact on the mat he is used to! The Show wins a battle of fists
with The Freak and sends the smaller man to the mat. The Show climbs up a car… Moonsault! NO! The Freak rolls out of the way! Now The Freak is climbing
up top. Moonsault of his own! The Freak opens the back trunk of a station wagon… and finds a mail cart! He takes it out. He picks up The Show and puts
him on it. Then proceeds to running push the mail cart into another car, sending The Show’s body flying into a windshield of another car! Now The Freak
is up on the hood of the car… Hesitating Dropkick sends The Show THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rex has no idea what just happened to The Show. Him and Shut Down are exchanging punches in the middle of the ring. Shut Down takes the advantage with a
vicious knee to the gut! He steps outside the ring to grab the steel chair from earlier… brings it down on Rex’s back! Rex to the ground. Shut Down waits
for Rex to slowly stand… SPEAR TO THE CEMENT! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—NO! KICKOUT!
Here comes The Freak with The Show. He’s bloody and beaten! Throws him into the makeshift ring. Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT!
How did The Show kick out of that? How is he still conscious? The Freak picks up The Show, hooks a Russian Legsweep. Shut Down spears BOTH of them! What
a MOVE! Covers The Show!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT!
The Freak is out of it too! Shut Down picks up Kurtis. Applies his Full Nelson finisher! The Show might have no choice but to tap given how much blood he
is losing! But Rex breaks the maneuver with a steel chair across the back! Shut Down turns around angrily, only to meet two… three more steel chair shots!
And he falls! Now Caliber is working the crowd, pumping his arms in the air. He checks on his buddy Chad who nods to him. Now Rex is going to try to do
what he was unable to do in his one-on-one match with Shut Down…he puts Shut Down on the roof. Total Annihilation time! He has him up on his shoulders!
NO! Here comes The Freak! He dropkicks the back of Caliber’s knee! It forces Caliber down to the ground, forcing him to drop Shut Down, who falls flat
on the hood of the car, denting it! Still a lot of damage to Shut Down but a LOT LESS than Total Annihilation would have inflicted! The Freak raining punches
down on Caliber. And he grabs the steel chair! Swings it down at Caliber… caught by Caliber! They fight over the chair as Caliber stands. Kick to the gut
of The Freak! And he feels the chair! He puts The Freak up on the hood… Total Annihilation to him! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! NO!
Broken up by Shut Down’s foot! Shut Down hammers away at the back of Caliber! Picks him up… Two-Handed Choke Bomb on the cement! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! NO!
Broken up by The Show! Shut Down stands… The Show with a Showtime off of a car to Shut Down! A dropkick to The Freak! A cover of Shut Down!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
AMAZING! The Freak kicking the back of The Show as he tries to stand. The Freak grabs the steel chair… across the back of Kurtis as he gets to his feet!
Roundhouse punch sends Chad to the ground! The Freak goes up top. Sight Unseen! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
Broken up by Caliber! He picks up The Freak. PLANETARY COLLISION! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO! NO! BROKEN UP BY SHUT DOWN!
Shut Down’s forehead is gushing blood from Kurtis’ devastating DDT earlier. The Show with a SECOND SHOWTIME! This has to be it!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
YES! NO!
FOOT ON THE CAUTION TAPE!
Kurtis looks frustrated… how the hell can he put this guy away? He drags him into the middle. Climbs up a car… 450 Splash! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—NO! NO! KICKOUT!
The Freak crawls to the outside. He opens a car door. Enters the ring… low blow to Chad Kurtis! Takes his head… and throws it THROUGH THE CAR DOOR WINDOW!
Kurtis’ head is stuck in the broken glass, his body shaking! Now The Freak is going up top. Guillotine leg drop from the top of a car to the back of Kurtis’
head!
THAT’S (BLEEP) UP! THAT’S (BLEEP) UP! THAT’S (BLEEP) UP! THAT’S (BLEEP) UP!
Rex is slowly getting to his feet. He sees The Show’s head through the car window and cringes. What he doesn’t see is The Freak behind him atop a car. Shooting
Star Press to Rex sends him down! Shut Down stands up, grabs Rex, hoists him on his shoulders. The Freak back on the hood of a car. BIG TOP INSANITY!
COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THAT’S IT!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winners… and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE FREAK AND SHUT DOWN… FREAK SHOW!
The Freak and Shut Down are raising their arms in the air as EMTs come out to check out The Show. Shut Down takes a garbage bag out from underneath a car.
He’s distributing its contents to the booing fans… S&M Bert & Ernie dolls?
WTF?
“Umm, thanks?” a fan says, looking at the pair of dolls with a sickening look on his face. It’s a new era in the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Division!
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“All Black” by Plies queues up and for the second time tonight, here comes Young Money’s Mack to a thunderous ovation of boos.
JENNY JERSEY: From Paterson New Jersey, he stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds… cialis for sale online YOUNG MONEY’S MACK!
Mack walks nonchalantly down to the ring, paying little attention to the fans. He stops only long enough to yell back at a fan who threw a cup of Coke at
him.
“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the speakers and from the back walks the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion Vincent Black.
JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls New York, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and forty-one pounds… he is your Rebel Pro
World Heavyweight Champion… VINCENT BLACK!
Vincent walks past the booing fans and to the ring. Removing the belt from his shoulders, he hands it off and steps over the top rope to come face to face
with Mack. These two begin jawing back and forth at each other when the bell rings.
DING DING
Mack with a big right hand, Vincent ducks under laughing and mocking Young Money’s Mack. Vincent with a right hand of his own that connects with Mack. Right
hand from Mack, right from Vincent, right from Mack and these two big men are just throwing punches. The sound of them connecting reverberates through
the building, but neither is slowing down. Vincent with a boot in Mack’s midsection, following it up with an elbow drop on the back of Mack. Young Money
goes down to his hands and knees, but cups his hands together. Mack lifts them up together right into Vincent’s crotch, Vincent stops his laughter and
groans. No matter how big you are, that will hurt every time. Mack now begins to laugh when he slams a big meaty fist into Vincent’s gut. Mack with a huge
forearm into Black’s face, sending him falling backwards. Whip and the big Vincent Black is sent running. Mack with a clothesline that sends Vincent over
the top to the floor below. Mack follows him out and the crowd is going wild, they are fixing to see two hated men destroy each other. Black whipped into
the ring steps and they are sent flying to the railing. Mack stalks him, but stops to pick up the bottom half of the ring steps, he lifts them high up
over his head, slamming them down onto Vincent’ss head, busting him open early in this match. Mack lifts them high up again, but Vincent kicks backwards
into Mack’s ankle and he drops the steps, it clatters to the floor. Vincent pulls himself up with the railing, turning to find Mack holding at his injured
ankle. Vincent clotheslines Mack down to the floor. Vincent picks up the top part of the steps and digs the corner of the metal into Mack’s forehead and
now both men are bleeding from the forehead.
COREY TAYLOR: Blood already from both men, exactly what I like.
ROB MARTINEZ: Two behemoths going at it for dominance in the Rebel Pro jungle.
Vincent stomps down on the face of Mack and a crunching sound is heard as the bone in Mack’s nose lets go, blood flows down his upturned face. Vincent lifts
the now bloody Mack up to his feet slamming a forearm into his bloody face, grinding that broken nose into a hundred different pieces. Vincent slams Mack’s
head down onto the apron, leaving a bloody faceprint there. Whip into the railing and it crashes over as Mack’s weight slams into it. Mack begins to struggle
up to his feet as the gathered crowd scatters from the fight. Right hand from Vincent, another, and a third. Mack shoves a broken beer bottle into Vincent’s
midsection halting the fight momentarily. Blood is flowing from the wound as Mack slams the bottle into Vincent’s face, drawing even more blood from the
World champ. Mack with a elbow sends Vincent back towards the ring, but Mack stops him with a boot to the midsection and a DDT onto a steel chair. Vincent
goes limp on the floor which makes Mack have to lift him to a vertical position. Mack has Vincent up half-way when Vincent squirts ketchup into Mack’s
face temporarily blinding him in the process. Mack tries to wipe the ketchup out of his face, but Vincent with a stiff kick to his balls causes his hands
to leave his face and hold at his manhood. Vincent picks up the steel chair, bringing it down on the back of Mack’s body sending him down to his knees.
Black then golf swings the chair into Mack’s face rocking him backwards ontop of the dented segment of railing. Vincent pulls another section of the railing
apart body slamming it on top of Mack’s prone body; Vincent jumps into the air with a double foot stomp right ontop of him making a Mack sandwich.
COREY TAYLOR: If that isn’t a Mack Attack…
ROB MARTINEZ: Figured you’d say something stupid like that in this match.
Black takes the railing back up, then uses it like a steel chair and brings it down repeatedly onto Mack’s bloody body, while he hums his entrance song.
Mack reaches out punching the back of Vincent’s knee, he drops the railing. Mack with another rapid fire punch and a third, Vincent stumbles back. Mack
swings the railing, Vincent is slammed in the face with the railing and he falls down to the concrete floor. A fan at ringside hands Mack a little black
bag and it is Trix! Mack digs through the bag to find a can of pepper spray, he bends over Black’s body and empties the can into his face, Vincent studders,
spits, and wipes away the fluid, but to no relief. Mack laughs at Vincent’s feeble attempts at getting rid of such a potent stuff. Mack stomps on the side
of Vincent’s gagging face, and a second time. Mack pulls Vincent up, slamming him face first into the metal ringpost.
ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent is in effect, blind.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, and he can’t see anything either.
Grabbing his head like a battering ram, he rams Vincent’s head into the railing busting the top of his head open with the force of the impact. Mack is having
a good time with the Rebel Pro World Champion and rolls him into the ring before walking back to the black bag and tossing it inside the squared circle.
Mack, rolls into the ring right behind the bag. Mack drops a knee across the throat of Vincent and tells the referee that he is not making a pinfall, but
only choking Black, and the referee is powerless to do anything about it because there are no disqualifications. Mack begins to punch downwards into Vincent’s
face with glee and precision, but Black with a thumb to the eyes of Mack stops his precision punches. Mack holds at his eye, Black with a right hand into
the broken nose of Mack. Mack grunts from the pain and now Vincent has the little black bag with the Young Money goodies. Vincent unzips the bag and pulls
out a box of Morten salt, flipping the little spout, he pours a handfull of the salt into the gash on Mack’s forehead, he screams as the salt enters the
wound. Mack slaps at the wound trying to clear away the salt, but to no avail, he is just grinding the salt in further. Vincent pulls out a little bag
of thumbtacks and drives them one by one into Mack’s cheeks. After about ten tacks are in his cheeks, Vincent grinds them in further until he can feel
the tacks scraping teeth inside Mack’s mouth. He pulls Mack up to his feet, whipping him into the corner, big body splash has Mack nearly unconscious,reverse
scoop body slam sends Mack face first onto the canvas. Vincent climbs out of the ring and digs under it to pull out a table, two tables, and a few steel
chairs. He tosses each of these into the ring before looking under the ring again, he pulls out a chain and a ring wrench, now the ring is nearly full
of weapons. He sets up one of the tables and picks up a steel chair. Lifting Mack up to a vertical base, he swings the chair, but Mack ducks from the swing
somehow sensing the swinging steel. Inverted DDT sends Vincent’s head onto one of the steel chairs, the ring shakes violently from the big time impact.
Mack grabs the other table, sets it up on top of the other and places the two stacked tables near the center of the ring, but closer to a corner. He grabs
Vincent and pulls him over to the corner, before climbing up himself. Mack pulls Vincent up towards him on the top turnbuckle and over six hundred pounds
is on the top turnbuckle.
ROB MARTINEZ: That is alot of weight on that one bolt there.
COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t going to be…
Mack with the double handed chokeslam sends Vincent through the table. The ring folds from the impact and they fall into the cavity in the middle of the
ring, the referee is sent rolling from the ring’s collapse.
COREY TAYLOR: pretty.
Mack is on top of Vincent and the referee is forced to make the count.
One…
Here comes Bubba J!
Two…
He slides into what remains of the ring and pulls Mack off.
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
But not soon enough to prevent the title exchange.
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Young Money’s… Mack!
The crowd is shocked because now Bubba J and Mack are going toe to toe on one slanting part of the ring. Here comes Trix from the crowd, Vincent isn’t moving
at all.
ROB MARTINEZ: A new champion, possibly going to need a new ring, and Vincent may be dead!
COREY TAYLOR: That is where the chain came from, Vincent took it from the ring’s set up.
Bubba J is holding his own against Mack, who has been in two hellacious matches tonight, but Trix swings the ring wrench and splits open the back of Bubba
J’s bald head. Bubba J falls down to the slanting canvas, on his knees, and Trix swings another homerun swing, Bubba J is layed out at Mack’s feet. Mack
lifts him up in the double handed chokeslam, spits into his face, and slams him down ontop of his friend Vincent Black.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh My GoD! Young Money has four titles in their grasp!
ROB MARTINEZ: Mack is standing tall as here comes Young Money’s Jer$ey.
Jer$ey walks back from the back, having lost his match earlier tonight, but his faction has their first World title. Mack is holding the belt up high as
he looks down on Bubba J and Vincent Black.
ROB MARTINEZ: Bedlam indeed. For Corey Taylor, I am Rob Martinez, so long and good bye.
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