Best of Rebel Pro 2010 DVD 3 of 3

Juggernauts, Bitch! vs Cash And Ass
Prove Your Worth 2010
09-03-2010

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back and here is the Tag Team Title match up that we’ve all been waiting for.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go with the second of three title matches tonight Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, sleeper number two, although Grandpa Gary nearly getting wrestlecized in the last match was a high point for me.

Casino with a right rocking Johnny back. Here comes Jacob though with a swift kick to Dr. Tittylover’s ribs sending hiim into the ropes. A back body sends Casino out.

He lands on the apron, grabbing Johnny in a rear facelock. He lifts, Johnny fights, but manages to turn in mid-air. He lands on the inch behind Casino, Chris begins to fire elbows from side to side to stop Johnny. Maverick wraps his arms around Casino’s waist. He just lets gravity take over.

COREY TAYLOR: Casino’s head just slammed into the concrete, he may have dented it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think his skull will be fine.

COREY TAYLOR: Skull?! I’m talking about the concrete!

Johnny rolls back into the ring, time for a little double team action. Tittylover pounds his fists in rapid succession into Jacob’s ribs in the corner.

PIMP SLAP!

Jacob’s head rocks back on his neck, DT going for another. Maverick lifts up, hand caught and DT turns around.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a headbutt from Johnny!

Dr. Tittylover’s head rocks back to meet Jacob’s oncoming head.

Headbutt sandwich!

DT may be busted open, too early to tell right now. Maverick with an Irish whip sends DT running into the corner. Maverick whips his partner Jacob Venar who launches with a scissor kick right to DT’s mouth causing him to bounce out of the corner thanks to the impact. Johnny off the ropes with a springboard bulldog and DT is down on the canvas.

Double cover!

One…

Two…

Casino pulls Jimmy Johnson out of the ring, shaking his finger in his face. Johnson just shrugs his shoulders, no DQs here so it is perfectly legal. Casino rolls into the ring, ready for both Juggernauts. Casino with a right, Johnny with a left, Jacob with a left right combo. Casino avoids Johnny’s blow by swaying towards Venar and accepts the left and right in quick succession.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino making a sacrifice.

Casino in Jacob’s reach now and letting him know it with firey rights into the ribs. Maverick launches a kick into the ribs, but Casino just falls down the kick connects with Venar. Maverick looks up, shrugging as Jacob nods that he knows it was Casino’s fault. Chris looks up, and smiles?

COREY TAYLOR: WATCH OUT!

DT with a steel chair to the back of Venar’s head sends hin into Johnny’s arms. DT doesn’t wait though as he swings the chair again, Casino similtaneously kicks him right in the thigh from his down position. Maverick falls back from the double team move and is in the ropes. Maverick bounces back, but the next shot sends Maverick over the top to the outside. DT doesn’t wait though as he continues the steel chair shots on the down Venar. Casino launches himself from the top turnbuckle with a shooting star press onto Maverick on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GAWD what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: It connects, but Casino may have hurt himself.

DT has Venar in the corner stomping a pimptastic mudhole into his body, but Casino has the ultimate weapon outside.

COREY TAYLOR: What is… that?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not that, please not that!

Casino has a homemade video playing of Chyna matches!

The crowd are shrieking in fear and disgust, Johnny goes slack jawed and his eyes are glassy. DT turns to Casino, shaking his head, perhaps even he wouldn’t go that far. Venar slams his head into DT’s midsection before pulling himself up in the corner. Right, he shifts his feet, left. Jacob is dancing like Ali as he dances while jabbing rights and lefts into DT’s head and ribs. DT falls back. Venar runs up the corner…

FLYING ROUNDHOUSE!

COREY TAYLOR: DT may be decapitated!

Venar doesn’t check to see, he leaps over the top rope with a diving plancha that sends Casino sprawling and his IPOD sliding to the feet of the announcer’s table.

COREY TAYLOR: That IPOD isn’t cheap Venar better return it!

ROB MARTINEZ: He didn’t steal it.

COREY TAYLOR: And he’d better not!

Venar stomps down on the chest and ribs of Casino while Johnny still sits there dazed and drooling from boredom and fear. Jacob slaps him hard to bring hiim around.

It works as Johnny shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and crawls for the IPOD. He lifts it up, pausing the match before crawling back to Casino.

MAVERICK: You like her so much!

Johnny holds the screen close to Casino’s face while Jacob makes him watch her try to wrestle. Casino shakes his head from side to side, but Venar and Maverick make his head stay still.

COREY TAYLOR: He is getting exactly what he deserves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just who are you pulling for?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, I’m so… I’m so… I’m so torn!

Corey screams with the torment of who he wants to win, forget him supposing to be unbiast. The match is over and Maverick goes to toss the IPOD away, but a new image pops onto the screen. A broad smile crosses his face as he turns the screen back to Casino. The image causes Casino’s eyes to roll back into his skull and Venar passes out. Maverick looks back down to make sure of something.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick passes out!

COREY TAYLOR: What could be that horrible?

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is fixing to find out.

He stumbles over to the screen and lifts it. The camera moves in as much as it can…

MAE YOUNG IN A STRING BIKINI!

Dr. Tittylover looks from side to side before sliding the player into his tights and pulling Maverick up to his feet. He lifts Maverick onto his shoulders and boots Casino to wake him up a bit. Chris looks up hesitating, not wanting to see that image again. He sits up, running over as DT swings Maverick around. Casino leaps catching him in a three quarter facelock.

COREY TAYLOR: Excellent move from Casino there.

Chris rolls Johnny into the ring as DT pulls Venar up slamming his head into the ringpost and busting him open now. Casino sets the chair up in the center of the ring before whipping Maverick into the ropes. Maverick comes back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Drop toe hold to Maverick!

Johnny’s face goes right into the chair making a satisfying thunk sound that Casino seems to be very pleased with.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is about three seconds away from splitting with Casino forever!

One…

Two…

Thr

Somehow Venar pulls Casino off of Maverick, saving his partner and their titles. DT is laying on the floor holding himself and rocking back and forth. Venar looks at Casino and just smiles. But wait! Dr. Tittylover pops up behind Venar who is stepping through the ropes. The crowd cheer, but Venar is unaware and Casino isn’t letting him on the secret.

LOW BLOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: Low blow sends Venar’s hands to hold himself.

Casino has Maverick back up, he lifts him up!

COREY TAYLOR: Bankrupt 2.0 on the chair!

Maverick’s out and Casino makes the cover.

One…

COREY TAYLOR: Come back to me Chris, come back to the right side!

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions; the team of Dr. Tittylover and Chris Casino… Cash And Ass!

COREY TAYLOR(sniffing with joy): He did it! No more Dr. Tittylover!

Chris Casino vs Jacob Venar
Hell O Ween 2010
10-01-2010

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay folks We’re ready for our next match of “the Future” Chris Casino versus “the Bird of Prey” Jacob Venar. Just a warning to our internet audience this match will be bloody thanks to the stipulation.

COREY TAYLOR: Goody-goody more blood. So what is the stipulation for this match, Martinez and what are they doing to the ring ropes?

ROB MARTINEZ: I was just fixing to tell the fans and you that, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Okay then I’ll shut up for a minute.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you, Corey. The following match is a “Wonderland Match” where
The ropes are removed, and broken shards of glass are placed all around ringside. The competitors can win by pinfall or submission anywhere, and obviously there are no rope breaks or DQs. They come clothed in shirts pants and cannot pick up glass to stab opponent. So hang on people it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but no stabbing, bummer.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up!

Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the speakres and the noncrowd give him a great reaction of noncheers.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia… Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is one half of Juggernauts, Bitch!… he is… JACOB VENAR!

“Smooth” salsas its way into the speakers and out comes Chris Casino.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!

DING DING

Chris Casino and Jacob Venar lock-up collar to elbow in yet another unique match here at Hell-o-Ween. Casino with the early advantage as he traps Venar in a hammerlock. Venar winces slightly as Casino applies pressure but quickly reverses the hold and traps Casino into a hammerlock of his own. Jacob applies the pressure to Chris’ arm but only briefly before Casino breaks free and takes Jacob over with a hip toss. Venar makes it back to his feet just as Casino rushes at him. A drop toehold into a side headlock by “the Bird of Prey” but wait it’s reversed into a hammerlock by ’the Future”.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are putting on a clinic so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah a sleep clinic. C’mon this is Rebel Pro make with the hardcore action already.

ROB MARTINEZ: Say that a lot do you, Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Do I say what a lot?

Back in the ring Casino is still in charge until a snap mare by Venar puts him on his back. Jacob goes to hit the and then stops and remembers there are no ropes on the ring during this match. Momentarily at lost because of the unique ring set-up turns around only to meet with a dropkick by Casino. Chris quickly slaps a single leg Boston Crab on Venar. Jacob fights the pain of the hold before trying to roll through it. Casino releases the leg but right back at Jacob and met with a beautiful Rickey Steamboat-like deep arm drag. Venar immediately traps Casino left in an armbar. Casino counters with a hiptoss into a body scissors. Jacob breaks out of the body scissors and tries to apply a ankle lock but Casino kicks him away. Venar almost falls off the edge of the rope less ring onto the shards of glass put stops himself. Chris by instinct, like Jacob earlier, goes to use the ropes, but stops when he remembers there are no ropes. Casino stops just before he flies off into the glass at ringside. Jacob comes behind Chris and school boy’s and referee Alan Stone makes a count…

ONE…

TWO…

Casino kicks out at two and both wrestler scramble to their feet. Both abandon the technical show they have been putting on so far and begin to trade chops and punches. Chris boots ducks a punch thrown by Jacob and goes behind and locks in a German suplex. At the last second Casino spins around and it’s a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX off the ring apron on the shards of broken glass. Casino runs over to opposite side of the ring and then runs back across the ring and comes off the ring with a flying forearm aimed at the prone and bleeding Venar. The move connects and Casino goes for a cover, Alan counts from in the ring….

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Casino rains punches down on Venar until Jacob is able to roll him off. Jacob scrambles back to his feet as Casino charges back at him. Jacob fires a kick at Chris’s gut but his foot is caught by Casino…Enzuigiri by Venar knocks Casino down and he just avoids going face first into the glass. Jacob climbs back up onto the ring, and with a running start comes off with the Leap of Faith! Venar crashes down on Casino and rolls off, now both are bleeding heavily as they make it to their feet. A lowblow by Casino gains him a momentary advantage which he uses to look under the ring for weapons and finds a steel chair and pulls it out. Casino turns around and is surprised by Venar and a running Enzuigiri. The move forces the chair back into Casino’s face and Chris crashes back into the glass with a loud tinkling crash. Jacob positions the chair over Casino’s face and chest before climbing back up onto the ring for another high risk move. Moonsault by Venar and Casino rolls out of the way using the chair to protect his face for the glass. Jacob barely gets his hands up in time to protect his face from the glass.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Look at all the blood it’s a horror show.

COREY TAYLOR: Ain’t it great don’t be such a wimp Martinez. Like I said this is great.

Both Casino and Venar are slow to their feet this time. But its Jacob with a sudden burst of energy that takes down his opponent with a explosive spear. They both crash back into the glass. This time however Chris is the first to his feet and he grabs the chair and swings hard at Venar’s skull and connects sending Jacob back into the glass hard. Casino brings the chair several more with the sound of breaking glass and steel hitting flesh again and again. Casino stops and smirks at the camera and walks over and jaws with it instead of trying to finish off Jacob. Turning his attention to the camera proves to be a mistake as when he turns around and is met by a brutal Shining Wizard Knee strike from Venar. Venar quickly gets back in the ring and waits for Casino to get back to his feet. Casino stands up and looks around for Venar, not seeing him ringside he turns towards the ring at the same instant that Jacob crashes into him with the Whisper in The Wind. Venar covers and Alan Stone has a spot cleared of glass on the floor and makes a count….

ONE….

TWO…

KICKKOUT !

Casino kicks out at two and Makes it to his feet as does Jacob. Both are wobbly from the loss of blood but Jacob tries another spear but Casino catches him in a front facelock. It looks like Casino’s going to DDT Venar but wait Chris adjusts the hold and drives Jacob face first into the glass his Bankrupt Version 2.0 finisher. Casino rolls Jacob over and Stone starts the count….

ONE…

TWO…

THREE….

JENNY JERSEY: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER “THE FUTURE” CHRIS CASINO!!!!!!

EMT’s rush to the ringside to treat both wrestlers for their loss of blood.

Might and Magic vs Bluegrass Mafia 2.0
Misgivings 2010
11-05-2010

JON MCDANIEL: We come back from commercial fans and are here for this Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship Title match.

DING DING

J-Kurt and The Dragon step into the ring to start this match off. Collar and elbow, J-Kurt with a fast go behind into a rear waistlock, but Dragon leans forward to send J-Kurt over. J-Kurt in the ropes springing back over Dragon with a flip to land on his feet. J-Kurt with a dropkick sends Dragon into the ropes to bounce back with a running elbow shot aiming to take J-Kurt down. J-Kurt grabs the arm flipping Dragon over to land on his feet.

JON MCDANIEL: Back and forth action from these two stars.

COREY TAYLOR: Well Dragon is a star, J-Kurt is just a fart in the breeze.

Leg sweep from Dragon takes J-Kurt off his feet, but Dragon isn’t finished as he springs to the ropes, back flipping onto J-Kurt for the pin attempt.

ONE! TWO T

Matthew in to break up the pin from the rapid count of Alec Wilcox, who immediately orders Matthew back to his corner. Dragon drags J-Kurt over to the corner where Moke Doshky is extending his hand for the tag. Moke slaps his own chest to make the sound and steps into the ring. Moke tosses JK into the corner, pounding away with rights and lefts in the corner until JK is in a seating position. Moke rams a knee into his face before lifting the youngest Kurtis brother up to lean in the corner. Moke rams his shoulder into J-Kurt’s midsection and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Matthew is yelling that Moke didn’t make the tag and the crowd is going along with him.

COREY TAYLOR: What are these idiots yelling about? I heard the tag.

JON MCDANIEL: You heard Moke slapping his own chest, he never once touched The Dragon.

Dragon gets the tag back into the ring before climbing up to the top turnbuckle right behind J-Kurt. Dragon leaps to J-Kurt’s shoulders before rolling forward bringing J-Kurt’s head down on the canvas and hooking the legs for another pin.

ONE! TWO! THRE

Matthew back into break up the quick count pin again.

COREY TAYLOR: What cheating tactics from Bluegrass Mafia here!

JON MCDANIEL: Matthew is jjust saving the match, every team does it.

Moke comes into the match again as Alec pushes Matthew towards his corner. Matthew ducks past the referee but Moke steps quickly back through the ropes, grinning and waving sarcastically as Alec turns around to see what Matthew is going after. Matthew looks at Moke before growling like a bear and stepping back towards his corner. As soon as his back is turned Dragon whips JK into the corner and as Moke chokes him behind the ref’s back Moke chops his chest and kicks him in the ribs repeatedly.

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt is in a big time world of hurt and need in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: J-Kurt is usually on the side of need.

J-Kurt tries to shove Dragon off, but Moke has his hands clamped around his neck like a human vice grip and there isn’t much on the shove. Alec turns around and miraculously Moke doesn’t have his hands choking JK anymore instead they are reaching out for a legal tag. Dragon tags the big man in where he immediately begins to pound away on J-Kurt’s ribs with his massive knees and elbows to the face. Moke lifts J-Kurt onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, bringing hiim over into a shoulderbreaker before applying a knee into his shoulder blades and yanking back on his arms. J-Kurt groans in pain and tries to reach for the ropes, but the hold prevents much mobility.

COREY TAYLOR: I heard J-Kurt give up!

JON MCDANIEL: No you didn’t, stop your lying, I swear you are worse than a politician before election day.

J-Kurt tries again to reach for the ropes, but he is too far away. J-Kurt tries to get a foot under him but just as he does Moke releases the hold causing J-Kurt to stumble back from his own momentum. J-Kurt bounces off the ropes throwing an elbow into Dragon’s face before flying forward with the fist cocked and slamming it right into Moke’s mouth.

COREY TAYLOR: Now, what is the point of attacking Dragon there, he isn’t even the legal man!

JON MCDANIEL: To prevent the double team.

Moke stumbles back in surprise, but J-Kurt is using the adrenaline rush. J-Kurt falls to the mat, sweeping Moke’s legs out from under him sending the big man down onto his back. J-Kurt lays there breathing heavily as he looks for his corner. Matthew leans over the corner, his hand extended for the tag. J-Kurt slowly begins the long crawl as he is near Might and Magic’s corner. J-Kurt is half-way there when Matthew leans over with his long reach and J-Kurt launches himself at the hand.

TAG ISN’T MADE!

Dragon leaps in to grab the ankle and prevent the tag! J-Kurt flips over, connecting solidly with Dragon’s skull and his right boot. The force of the kick flips Dragon over onto his back but J-Kurt falls on his back from the exertion of the move. Matthew slaps on the turnbuckle and the crowd is getting behind him taking up the pattern with stomps and claps. Matthew leans down even further, J-Kurt reaches up just fingertips away…

COREY TAYLOR: Moke is back up and heading for J-Kurt! Get hiim Moke!

Moke grabs the ankle, but…

TAG IS MADE!

Matthew comes over the top rope, throwing a big time right hand. Moke reels back, Matthew delivers another right. Moke is in the ropes, but Matthew presses his advantage with another right, he pounds a left into Moke’s ribs before delivering a haymaker that spins Moke around. Matthew with a big boot to Moke’s ass sends him face first into the neutral corner. Moke stumbles back out of the corner, big time clothesline takes Moke down on the canvas. Here comes the Flying Dragon though as he leaps from the top turnbuckle with a scissorskick.

CAUGHT!

Matthew catches The Dragon in mid-scissor.

JON MCDANIEL: What strength!

COREY TAYLOR: Matthew is probably taking some Performance Enhancing Drugs.

Matthew spins around…

BLUEGRASS BOMB!

CENTER OF THE RING!

But Moke is the legal man, not Dragon and Moke is coming back around. Matthew shoves up to his feet as Moke lumbers back into the fight. Matthew ducks under the haymaker of Moke, catching his arm and lifting the big man to show his power. Moke is surprised at Matthew’s strength.

BIG MAN BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!

The ring shakes violently upon Moke and Matthew’s impact with the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: He better not have broken Mr. The Phoenix’s ring.

JON MCDANIEL: All he is thinking right now is winning those Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship belts!

Dragon rolling up to his feet, a bit shaky, but sensing danger. Matthew makes the cover on Moke as Dragon runs for the pin.

JON MCDANIEL: I can’t believe it!

J-Kurt leaps from the top turnbuckle, over the pin, to grab the running Dragon around the head and execute a tornado DDT over half-way across the ring.

ONE!

Alec is hating to have to do this and making sure that Moke’s shoulders are definitely down. Matthew growls at him as Scottie Snow comes flying down the ramp to interfere.

TWO!

J-Kurt with a running leap, launches himself over the top rope to the outside and slams into Scottie Snow hard! Both men go sprawling as Alec once again looks at the shoulders.

THREE!

Silence…

JON MCDANIEL: They did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They… they… they cheated!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEW Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions of the World…. Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis… Bluegrass Mafia 2.0!

Matthew kneels in the center of the ring as Moke rolls out of the ring. J-Kurt slides back into the ring as Moke, The Dragon, and Scottie Snow head back up the ramp. Lyndsey slides into the ring, holding both belts and looking down at her husband and youngest Brother-in-law. Lyndsey lays one belt on J-Kurt’s shoulder before kissing Matthew right on the mouth and placing the other belt on his shoulder. Matthew looks up into Lyndsey’s face and he is smiling from ear to ear. The crowd explodes in cheers for the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 as they are the NEW Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions! From the back comes Chad Kurtis, Warren, Bobby Lee, Johnny Maverick, and… Chris Casino?

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino after his punishment to extract some revenge…

JON MCDANIEL: All of the people are in the ring now and surrounding Jonothan and Matthew.

Lyndsey looks at Chris who steps forward and extends a hand towards Jonothan and Matthew, both hesitantly take the offered hand and shake it. Casino nods and looks behind the group, at the top of the ramp. The Freak and Shut Down stand there, clapping before walking down the ramp as well. Everyone surrounds the new Robinson Tag Team Champs to prevent any destruction to this happy occasion , Freak and Shut Down step into the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What do these two want?

COREY TAYLOR: They are going to attack on Robinson’s orders!

No one knows where The Freak and Shut Down truly stand until they step forward throwing a fist… that turns into a hand shake before they hold up the hand of Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis. The roof nearly explodes with cheers.

Rebel Pro Logo flashes up onto the screen, covering up the Robinson Pro logo.

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Chris Casino vs Marcus Marion
Merrytime Massacre 2010
12-03-2010

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the #1 Contender ship for the Robinson Pro World Title….

“Smooth” by Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas glides through the PA!

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 220 pounds….’The Future’ Chris Casino!!!

Casino steps out from the back and gets a mixed reaction from the Robinson Pro crowd! With a confident smirk, he makes his way towards the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent…..

“My Michelle” by GNR replaces smooth crooning of Casinos theme music.

ERIC EMERSON: Accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds….’The Revolutionary’ Marcus Marion!!!

Marion and the ever lovely Rhodes emerge from the back and like Casino, get a mixed reaction from the crowd. They might not love these men, but they respect them.

JON MCDANIEL: This is it, the rubber match between two of Robinson Pro top stars! It’s also the LAST time these two will meet in a one on one encounter so this will be for not only bragging rights but for a chance to meet the Robinson World Champion.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s gonna be Ego-Mania 2010!!!

Both men are now in the ring, Rhodes has taken her place on the outside and the referee has gone over the rules and checked each man. Casino and Marcus meet each other in the center of the ring, take a moment and then shake hands as the referee calls for the bell!

JON MCDANIEL: And this one is underway!

Lock up in the middle of the ring. Marion with a side headlock. Casino lays into the ribs with a pair of forearm shots but Marcus retains his grip. Marcus backed into the ropes by Casino. Casino shoots Marcus off the ropes, drops to the mat as Marcus leaps over him, leapfrogs him on the rebound and catches him with a dropkick! Marcus quickly gets to his feet and is greeted by a smirked Casino. Another lock up. Another side headlock from Marcus. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock from Marion. Marion releases the hold, spins Casino around and takes him to the mat with a firemans carry. Casino is up and glares at a smiling Marcus. Another lock up from the two combatants. Marcus backs Casino into a corner and the referee calls for a break. Slowly Marcus eases his way back from Casino. Hard slap to the face from Casino! Marcus lunges at Chris but the referee gets in his way as Casino taunts him. Marcus pushes the referee aside and take a thumb to the eye. Casino grabs Marcus and positions him back first against the corner. Chop across the chest from Casino! Another chop and the crowd unleashes a ‘wooooooo!’ Marcus reaches out, grabs Casino and throws him into the corner! Chop from Marcus! A second! Another makes three! Casino bails out of the ring!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino beating a hasty retreat!

COREY TAYLOR: What!? He’s just playing mind games with him!

Casino is on the outside rubbing his already red chest as Marcus holds the ring ropes open for him. The referee backs away Marcus and Casino slides inside. A kick to the gut from Casino is followed up by a snapmare to the mat. Casino hits the ropes and nails a basement dropkick to the upper body of Marcus! Casino pulls Marcus up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a Japanese arm drag. Casino is preening for the crowd now and doesn’t see Marcus scramble up to his feet. Casino turns around and catches a clothesline! Casino is back up but not for long as another clothesline drops him to the mat! Casino pulls himself up using the ring ropes, turns and gets taken up and over the top rope by a third clothesline from Marcus! Casino manages to land on his feet when he hits the floor but he looks like he’s had enough. Casino shakes his head and starts to head towards the back as the referee lays in his count! Marcus rolls out of the ring and rushes up the aisle to grab Casino! Marcus leads Casino back to the ring, rolls him inside and climbs in after him.

JON MCDANIEL: Marcus wants to win this third and final match between these two by pinning Casino in the middle of that ring! He wants that title shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffft. What a mistake, now Casino will turn the tables and win this sucker.

Casino scrambles to his feet and takes another blistering chop across the chest! Marcus backs Casino into a corner, hooks him and bulldogs him out of the corner! Marcus with a cover!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Near fall!

Marcus is up and is pulling Casino off the mat when he’s caught off guard with a jaw breaker! A standing dropkick from Casino puts Marcus on the mat. Casino measures Marcus and nails him with a kneelift as ‘The Revolutionary’ is getting to his feet! Marcus staggers but remains vertical. Casino takes him down with a high and tight side suplex. Casino is back up and smirks at Rhodes on the outside. Marcus is pulled into a seated position on the mat and Casino locks in a rear chinlock. Marcus fights his way to his feet and the hold slips into a side headlock. A pair of back elbows to the ribs breaks the hold and Marcus hits the ropes only to run into a hurricanrana from Casino! Casino heads towards the nearest corner and makes his way to the top. Frogsplash from Casino. Misses! Marcus rolls out of the way at the last second and Casino hits nothing but canvas. Marcus with a quick roll up!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Another close one as Casino just gets a shoulder up!

Marcus pulls Casino up. Casino shoves away Marcus and goes for a superkick! Marion ducks under and brings Casino down with a chop block! Marcus hovers over Casino and grins as ‘The Future’ clutches at his knee. Marcus grabs the damaged leg of Casino, drapes it on the bottom rope and cannonballs down onto it! Casino drags himself away from the ropes but Marcus is hunting him now. Marcus watches as Casino pulls himself up only so that he can grab him and deliver a shin breaker! a leg trip from Marcus and Casino is flat on his back! Marcus tries to lock in his figure four but Casino is fighting it. Marcus steps over and locks in the submission as Casino howls in pain! The referee is in the face of Casino asking him if he wants to quit. Marcus meanwhile has reached back and grabbed the outstretched hands of Rhodes for extra pressure! Casinos shoulders are on the mat!

1!

2!

Casino sits up but grits his teeth against the pain! Out of the corner of his eye, the referee looks over and spies Marcus up to shenanigans! Marcus is forced to break the hold but the damage is down as Casino struggles up to his feet. Casino is up but limping badly and Marcus grabs a leg attempting another leg trip. Inziguri outta nowhere from Casino! Marcus drops to one knee and shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

COREY TAYLOR: A hurt Casino is still a dangerous Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: I’d have to agree with you on that one Corey.

Marcus is up and walks into a scoop slam from Casino. Chris falls back into a corner, turns and starts to pull himself to the top rope. Elbow drop from the top rope connects! Casino drapes an arm across the chest of Marcus as the referee counts!

1!

2!

Marcus gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Casino questions the count as he pulls Marcus to his feet. Casino hooks him for the ‘Bankrupt 2.0!’ Marcus counters by shoving Casino off and into the referee! The referee goes down hard and Casino staggers around and takes a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Marcus with the ‘Revolutionary Thrill!’ Casino counters with a backdrop! Marcus lands partially on the referee as Casino is leaning on the ring ropes. Marcus gets to his feet and eats a superkick! Casino falls on top of him for the cover but the referee is down!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on!

JON MCDANIEL: Bad break for Casino!

The crowd erupts as a second referee rushes down to ringside and slides into the ring!

1!

2!

Marcus kicks out!

Casino starts berating the new referee as Marcus struggles to get up. Marcus is up but gets spun around by Casino who drives him to the mat with his ‘Hard 7′ (STO into a Koji Clutch) submission! Casino is doing his bets to crank on the pressure but his weakened leg is clearly bothering him. Marcus scoots his body close to the ropes and with the referee not looking, Rhodes reaches in, grabs her mans foot and places it on the bottom rope! Rhodes quickly calls this to the attention of the second referee who forces a break. Casino gets slowly to his feet and drags Marcus up as well. Brainbuster suplex from Casino! Casino limps his way to the corner and makes the trip to the top. Rhodes is trying to get Marcus to move but he looks hurt. Frogsplash connects! Casino hooks a leg!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: Just like the previous two matches these men have engaged in, this is a war of attrition!

COREY TAYLOR: And sloppy refereeing!

Casino takes a moment to try to smack some life into his knee as he watches Marcus use the ring ropes to try and pull himself up. Casino hooks Marcus from behind and tries for a

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German suplex. It’s counted by Marcus, who executes a standing switch and hits his own German suplex! Marcus grabs the hurt leg of Casino and attempts another figure four but Casino kicks him off. Marcus knocks heads with the second referee and both men go down! Casino is on his knees and sees that yet another referee is down. With an evil grin he waits as Marcus gets up. Low blow from Casino! Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah! We need ANOTHER referee!

Ask and you will receive as Rob emerges from the back wearing a referees shirt! Safe to say everyone in the Arena, including Casino is shocked as Rob slides into the ring! Casino covers Marcus!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus kicks out and Casino looks beside himself! Casino is up and shoves Rob who promptly shoves him back! While Casino and Rob are in heated debate, Marcus is slowly getting to his feet. Casino is hooked from behind and taken up and over with a side suplex! Marcus bridges as he has Casino pinned to the mat and Rob drops to make the count!

1!

2!

3!

The crowd erupts as Marcus looks

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to have taken the third match and the #1 contender ship!

JON MCDANIEL: And Marcus Marion wins this amazing trilogy of matches!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s highway robbery!

Marcus is looking to get his hand raised but Rob is conferring with the ring announcer. The masked man turns and looks at the two men laying on the mat before him.

ERIC EMERSON: Attention! Referee AND Robinson Pro Owner has announced that BOTH men had their shoulders on the mat during the pin! Thus….This match is a DRAW!!!!

Boos cascade down on Rob who quickly leaves the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What the? Fans I don’t know about that call!

COREY TAYLOR: Well…He is the owner.

JON MCDANIEL: You’re so wishy washy.

Casino is resting on his knees watching as Rob departs the scene. Marcus is helped up by Nicole Rhodes and both men look at each other.

Casino stands up, smiles and exits the ring as Marcus looks on.

JON MCDANIEL: Well this trilogy ends with a draw of all things. Rob promised us a ‘fair’ match tonight and now I’m doubting him.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh NOW you’re doubting him!?

Chris Casino vs Spykeman!
Super Rampage
12-17-2010

COREY TAYLOR: Hang on, these aren’t my headphones! McDaniel, did YOU take them?

JON MCDANIEL: They’re both the same, Taylor. What makes you think I stole your headphones?

COREY TAYLOR: LIAR. Give them back.

JON MCDANIEL: Are you serious? Sigh. Okay fine.

COREY TAYLOR: …

JON MCDANIEL: …

COREY TAYLOR: There…

JON MCDANIEL: Is that better?

COREY TAYLOR: NO! IT’S THE SAME!

JON MCDANIEL: Like I said. They’re both the same.

“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana hits the PA and out to a solid jeer from the fans is Chris Casino. Casino takes his time getting to the ring, taking in the fans’ very positive reaction.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in tonight at two hundred twenty pounds… “THE FUTURE”! CHRIS! CASINO!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: You know, Chris Casino is going to have to be on his highest guard tonight. If he loses, he will be forced out of the company forever!

COREY TAYLOR: It won’t happen! What would the world be like without Chris Casino?

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure some people would think it would be a better place.

Casino finally makes it to the ring and stands in the middle smirking up at the curtain. After a moment, Casino’s music dies down. Then the lights dim and the entire arena turns green as “Go Go Gadget Gospel” by Gnarls Barkley hits the speakers!

ERIC EMERSON: And introducing his opponent! From the Spykecave! Weighing in at an approximate two hundred pounds! “The JADE GUARDIAN OF JUSTICE”! SPYKEMAN!!

COREY TAYLOR: Where? I don’t see him…

JON MCDANIEL: He’s a SUPERHERO, Taylor. What do all superheroes do?

A green spotlight shines on the rafters above the entrance curtain to reveal Spykeman! rappelling expertly down to the ring holding a superhero’s flying pose!

JON MCDANIEL: Make an entrance!

COREY TAYLOR: HOLY CRAP! SPYKEMAN! CAN FLY!

JON MCDANIEL: Sigh…

Spykeman! releases the cable and lands awkwardly in the ring, his cape over his head. He flings the cape off his head, and then strikes a pose – like it didn’t even happen! – as Chris Casino rolls his eyes, unamused. Referee Alec Wilcox kindly asks Spykeman! to remove his cape, which he does, before shaking Wilcox’s hand STIFFLY and giving the fans a nice superhero THUMBS UP! Wilcox shrugs him off, and then he gets into position and calls for the bell. This match is on!

JON MCDANIEL: Two totally different styles, two totally different backgrounds…

COREY TAYLOR: Two totally different PEOPLE, McDaniel!

JON MCDANIEL: It will be interesting to see how this transpires!

Spykeman! and Casino circle each other slowly, each man looking for an opening. Spykeman! circles, but then asks Casino for the same superhero hand shake! Casino slaps away his hand to the jeers from the crowd, and Spykeman! looks disappointed, almost angry, at Casino! Casino calls for a collar-and-elbow tie up, and before obliging, Spykeman! yells “So, you want it YOUR way, hmm? Very well, you dastardly devil! Have at thee!” They tie up, Casino quickly turning SSpykeman ! into a side headlock. Avoiding temporary damage to his superhero hair-doo, Spykeman! wriggles free and shoves Casino to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a STIFF forearm to the back of the head! Casino staggers forward and turns around in time to eat a SUPERHERO CLOTHESLINE, DUCKED BY CASINO! Casino runs to the ropes and hits Spykeman! with his own clothesline, DUCKED gracefully by Spykeman!. Another rebound, SPYKEMAN! WITH A HEEL KICK, NO Casino managed to duck that one JUST in time and takes down Spykeman! with a single-leg take-down! Casino gets beside Spykeman! and hits him with headlock punches to the boos of the crowd, AND to the warning of Alec Wilcox for using a closed fist! Casino shrugs him off and drags Spykeman! to his feet, by the hair, to another warning from Wilcox.

JON MCDANIEL: It looks like Casino is willing to do ANYTHING to win this match!

COREY TAYLOR: His career is on the line, McDaniel! What would YOU do?

Casino irish whips Spykeman! into the ropes – COUNTER BY SPYKEMAN!. SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY takes down Casino and Spykeman! is on his feet, striking a pose!, to the roaring approval of the fans! Spykeman! catches a rising Casino with a few STIFF martial arts-slash-break dancing kicks, and finishes him off with a SPINAROONIE that drives his heel into Casino’s jaw! Casino hits the mat, and Spykeman! is getting fired up! Spykeman! strikes a pose, and the fans are going BANANAS! B… A-N-A-N-A-S!

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! signaling for something here…

Casino slowly gets to his feet… Spykeman! sizes him up…

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!

NO Casino ducked it just in time! Casino with a go behind HERE COMES THE BANKRUPT… NO Spykeman! gets loose! Spykeman! runs to the ropes and hits Casino on the rebound–NO Casino with a BACK BODY DROP. Casino lifts Spykeman! to his feet, he hooks him! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER and Spykeman! is down! Casino goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two and a half by REBEL’s Resident Superhero!

JON MCDANIEL: OH a near fall by Casino there!

COREY TAYLOR: Now Casino is sizing up Spykeman!…

JON MCDANIEL: SUPERKICK–NO WAY! COUNTERED BY SPYKEMAN!!

Spykeman! counters Casino’s superkick with an impressive STO backbreaker, RIGHT INTO A NECKBREAKER!

JON MCDANIEL: That was a very impressive move in Spykeman!’s repertoire called “Brightest Day/Blackest Night”! And Casino is feeling the effects!

Indeed he is! Casino writhes on the mat while Spykeman! goes to the top rope! He waits there while Casino finds his feet…

OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!

SHOOTING STAR DROP KICK… CONNECTS! CASINO IS DOWN!

Spykeman! makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two and a half by the resilient Casino! Spykeman! is not deterred, and he stands up, signaling the crowd with his favorite dramatic pose! He sizes up Casino, who is up to one knee!

SWEET CHRISTMAS!

Casino’s HEAD was taken off with the impact of that Shining Wizard! Spykeman! goes for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR– NO, CASINO KICKED OUT!

Spykeman! is surprised, but not discouraged! He thinks hard about his next move, all the while posing for the fans! Finally, Spykeman! rolls out of the ring, and puts his cape back on!

JON MCDANIEL: HE’S CALLING FOR IT! THIS MOVE COULD END THE MATCH RIGHT HERE!

COREY TAYLOR: What? WHAT? WHAT IS HE DOING? OMFG I’M SO CONFUSED!

Casino is still down! Spykeman! ascends the turnbuckle! He looks over the crowd dramatically with his hands on his hips, and then he takes flight!

YOU WILL BELIEVE A MAN CAN FLY!

DIVING HEADBUTT…

Missed.

SPYKEMAN! MISSED!

JON MCDANIEL: OH MY GOD, CASINO JUST ROLLED AWAY IN THE NICK OF TIME!

COREY TAYLOR: SPYKEMAN! GOT A MOUTH FULL OF CANVAS! GO, CASINO, GO!

JON MCDANIEL: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE UNBIASED!

COREY TAYLOR: I DON’T CARE! WHY CAN’T WE STOP SCREAMING?

Casino and Spykeman! are both down! Wilcox begins his ten count while both men struggle to find their feet!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Casino is using the turnbuckle to find his feet, Spykeman! is leaning on the bottom rope!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Casino is leaning on the turnbuckle heavily, now, while Spykeman! is up to one knee!

EIGHT!

NINE!

T–

Both men are up! This crowd has not sat down! Casino and Spykeman! lock up again! This time, Casino delivers a knee to Spykeman!’s gut and locks him in a stiff hammerlock! Spykeman! breaks free, but Casino takes down Spykeman! with a chop block, to the disapproval of the referee, and Casino slaps on a CROSSFACE variant that puts Spykeman! in pain! Spykeman! suffers only for a moment, as he is close enough to the ropes to secure a rope break! Casino is being forced to release him, but Casino is ignoring Wilcox! Casino puts extra pressure on the hold for the referee to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

F–

Casino finally breaks the hold, laughing as the crowd boos him. The damage has been done to Spykeman!, who lies on the mat holding his neck in pain. Casino smirks as he drags Spykeman! to his feet, by the hair, and delivers a SICKENING European uppercut that staggers the superhero! Casino shoves Spykeman! into the corner, and mounts the middle turnbuckle!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVESIXSEVENEIGHTNINE! TEN! PUNCHES TO THE HEAD!

Alec Wilcox warns Casino to get Spykeman! out of the corner, and does so with a MONKEY FLIP! Spykeman! is under the bottom rope across the ring, and while Wilcox is checking on Spykeman!, Casino rips the protective padding off the turnbuckle! Casino smirks to the boos of the crowd, and yanks Spykeman! to his feet! Casino irish whips Spykeman! WITH AUTHORITY! into the exposed steel turnbuckle! Spykeman! arches his back in pain as Casino golf claps himself with a wicked sneer. Casino snapmares a rising Spykeman! and then locks on a sleeper hold! Spykeman! reaches for the ropes, but Casino yanks him back! Wilcox checks on Spykeman! but Spykeman! LOUDLY states “I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO THIS MADMAN! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU VILLAIN?!” Casino smirks, shaking his head, as he wrenches back on the hold! Spykeman! thumbs up to the crowd, and they start egging him on! Spykeman! feeds off the energy of the crowd, FORCING he and Casino to their feet! Casino, not having the leverage he wants, is forced to release the hold, and Spykeman! whips around!

Into an eye poke.

BOO from the crowd as Casino drop toe holds Spykeman! into the middle rope! Casino puts his knee RIGHT into Spykeman!’s spine and PULLS on the top rope for leverage, strangling the superhero! Wilcox doesn’t even warn Casino, and starts his count IMMEDIATELY!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI—

Casino releases the hold and laughs off the crowd.

JON MCDANIEL: Casino was about a quarter-second away from being disqualified!

COREY TAYLOR: But Spykeman! is feeling the hurt regardless! Casino will win soon, McDaniel, you’ll see!

Spykeman! is still on the middle rope, trying to catch his breath. Casino hits the opposite ropes and uses his momentum to SLAM Spykeman! into that middle rope with ALL of his weight! Casino laughs at the crowd as he drags Spykeman! to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

And a KICKOUT by Spykeman! at two! Casino lifts Spykeman! and hooks him for a BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX… CONNECTS! CASINO WITH ANOTHER COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

KICKOUT by Spykeman! at two and three quarters! Casino holds up three fingers to the ref, but the ref holds two fingers up to Casino. Casino shrugs him off and hauls Spykeman! to his feet. Spykeman! with a counter, elbows Casino in the gut! Casino hits Spykeman! with a forearm to the back of the head and hooks him for a BACK DROP… SPYKEMAN! LANDS ON HIS FEET! Casino thinks he had him! He can’t see Spykeman! sizing him up!

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME…

CONNECTS!

JON MCDANIEL: THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOO!

CASINO’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

ERIC EMERSON: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, here is your WINNER! “The Jade Guardian of Justice”… SPYKEMAN!!

Casino is down holding his head. Spykeman! rolls out of the ring raising his arms to the fans, who cheer him on!

JON MCDANIEL: What a match! Against all odds, Spykeman! comes out on top! And that means…

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is out of Robinson Pro… *sobs*

Spykeman! is heading up the entrance ramp, while Casino is being helped to his feet.

WAIT. WHAT’S THIS?

THE FALCON! FROM UNDER THE RING! WITH A STEEL CHAIR!

The Falcon slides into the ring as Casino is finally helped up by the referee!

CLANG goes the chair across the head of Casino! Casino goes down in a heap as the crowd BOOS the coming of the World Champion! The Falcon merely laughs them off as he drops the chair, yanking Casino to his feet! He SHOVES Casino’s head under his arm! HOOKS THE LEG!

NOT LIKE THIS!

WING CLIPPER! ON TOP OF THE CHAIR!

JON MCDANIEL: This is just… not fair! Casino just wrestled a VERY hard fought match!

COREY TAYLOR: YEAH, YOU DICK! SHOW SOME RESPECT!

Casino slumps over the mangled chair as the Falcon sits, laughing. He claps three times mockingly at the injured Casino and rolls to his feet, basking in the crowd’s boos. The Falcon calls for a microphone from the timekeeper, who tosses one into the ring. The Falcon gets right in Casino’s face, microphone to his lips.

THE FALCON: I know you can hear me, Chris. Listen carefully. You were STUPID to think that it was over. You were STUPID to think that you’d won.

The fans boo, but the Falcon talks over them, completely ignoring them. It’s obvious he only came for Casino. The Falcon holds up one finger.

THE FALCON: One more match, Chris. One more. But this time, there will be nowhere for you to hide. And no one will be able to help you. Because we will be surrounded by fifteen feet of an enclosed steel cage.

The fans actually cheer this turn of events. The Falcon continues to ignore them.

THE FALCON: And just to make sure you don’t refuse, Chris? I’m gonna put my World Title on the line.

The fans cheer LOUDLY.

THE FALCON: I’ll see you in the new year, Chris. When you’ve had time to–

SPYKEMAN! hits the ring at top speed and NAILS the Falcon with a kick to the face! The Falcon rolls out of the ring, holding his face, while Spykeman! takes a defensive pose over the downed Casino! The Falcon fumes on the outside, looking like he wants to fight, but several EMTs and arena security have come down to assist Casino. With a twitch of the upper lip, the Falcon turns and hops the guard rail, escaping through the crowd!

COREY TAYLOR: Why would Spykeman! help Casino, McDaniel?

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! is first and foremost a SUPERHERO, Taylor! He couldn’t just stand by and watch while the Falcon laid waste to an injured man! WHOEVER that man is! But it looks like Casino will get ONE MORE MATCH here in RPW! And it will be the Falcon’s FIRST World Heavyweight Title defense! And that’s IF the Falcon is still the champion in the new year!

Security and EMTs enter the ring to assist Casino, but Casino waves them off and stands on his own power, glaring off in the direction that the Falcon ran off to. The Falcon stands in the crowd at the entrance to the arena, glaring back at Casino with an angry smirk, raising his world title high.

Best of Rebel Pro 2010 DVD 2 of 3

Marcus Marion vs Chad Kurtis vs The Freak
Barbed Wire Massacre 2010
05-07-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!

“This Moment” by Disturbed cues up. The Freak emerges, distributing controversial shirts of himself being crucified on a barbed wire cross to a few lucky fans. The fans boo the hell out of him.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first competitor, from Anywhere & Everywhere, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty pounds… THE FREAK!

“YOU SAY I’M COCKY!”

”The Show” Chad Kurtis emerges to the biggest cheer we’ve heard all evening.

JENNY JERSEY: The second competitor, from Paducah, Kentucky, now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

“My Michelle” by BNR cues up. Marcus Marion, with Nicole Rhodes at his side, emerges to HELLACIOUS boos.

JENNY JERSEY: The third competitor, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds… the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a nasty look Marion just gave Jenny Jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: She deserved it! She betrayed him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, there are many sides to every story. She’s just a woman trying to do her job! Who has Jenny Jersey ever hurt?

COREY TAYLOR: Well, she’s hurt my heart every week!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, you’re a sucker for anything in a skirt.

COREY TAYLOR: True that, my man. True that.

The bell rings and Marion immediately slips to the outside, complaining about something in his boot. The Freak and Kurtis scowl at him but lock-up, neither trusting the other to retrieve him and throw him back in the ring. Kurtis muscles through with a side headlock, The Freak pushes him back into the ropes and whips him off. Kurtis reverses. The Freak off of the ropes. Kurtis anticipates a kick from The Freak and ducks but instead is surprised by a sunset flip… right into an Indian leglock!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think what we just saw was The Freak surprising Chad Kurtis with a combination of technical moves when he was probably expecting something very different.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, no surprise there. Kurtis, you, everyone else, always underestimating the capacity of The Freak. He knows if he can ground Chad Kurtis, he is well on his way to winning this match.

Kurtis reaches towards the ropes. There’s no such thing as a rope break in this match, but he hopes to use the ropes for leverage to reverse or escape the maneuver. Instead, what he finds is a few quick elbow jabs to the forehead from Marion! Finally, Kurtis gets to his good knee and rolls through the move, breaking it. The Freak and Kurtis get to their feet. Lock-up. The Freak throws Kurtis’ head into the barbed wire ladder! Kurtis stumbles… right into a Russian legsweep! The Freak stands, drops an elbow into Kurtis’ knee… and applies a mean kneelock!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was mere weeks ago that Marcus Marion defeated Chad Kurtis for the championship of the world due in large part to that injured knee! The Freak has a sound gameplan here!

COREY TAYLOR: I like Marcus Marion’s gameplan. He’s going to let The Freak wear Kurtis down while he rests.

ROB MARTINEZ: But he’s the champion! He shouldn’t be delaying like this!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s much smarter than you, Rob, don’t try to understand him.

Kurtis reaches, reaches… he grabs the ladder. And he tips it over onto The Freak, breaking the hold! Kurtis climbs to his feet as The Freak crawls from underneath the ladder. The Freak picks up the ladder and charges Kurtis with it. He swings it at him. Kurtis ducks. Dropkick! Kurtis picks up the ladder and stalks The Freak with it. Marion enters the ring… only to low blow Chad Kurtis! Kurtis drops the ladder. Marion again leaves the ring. The Freak off of the ropes… running knee strike! Caught by Chad Kurtis! Big spinebuster onto the ladder! The Freak rolls off, grabbing his back. Kurtis picks him up. Bulldog onto the ladder! He turns to face Marion, who is already in the ring with a steel chair. BAM! Right across Kurtis’ skull! Marion sets up the ladder and begins climbing it!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just unfair!

COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bull—

ROB MARTINEZ: –but this IS Bullshit!

Marion slowly climbs the ladder, carefully trying to avoid touching any of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, the Freak, beginning to bleed, gets to his feet and sees what is happening. He pushes the ladder over and Marion hits the ropes and tumbles to the outside. The Freak sets up the ladder and begins climbing himself, although much less carefully and much faster. Kurtis stirs. He rises to his feet. He pushes the ladder over, throwing The Freak to the outside where he meets Marcus Marion as Nicole is helping him up—all three fall to the ground in a heap! Kurtis sets the ladder up and begins ascending. His knee is slightly injured from The Freak’s maneuvers, but he is able to scale the ladder. Meanwhile, Marion and The Freak get to their feet. Marion tells The Freak to stop Chad Kurtis. The Freak responds with a big lungy to the face! Marion looks disgusted, as if the spit might contain a debilitating disease. He winds up to punch The Freak but it’s blocked! The Freak with a right hand! Meanwhile, Chad Kurtis nears the top. He begins tearing down the barbed wires that surround the title belt. Marion and The Freak are about to begin exchanging punches when they see Kurtis and both immediately run for the ring. They slide in. Each grabs one side of the ladder. They close the ladder—Kurtis still on top—and deposit him THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

COREY TAYLOR: I got a splinter in my ARM! I demand worker’s compensation!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re an independent contractor.

COREY TAYLOR: SCREW YOU!

Marion and The Freak fight over the ladder, each holding part of it. Their fight for it sends it tumbling to the outside. Marion yells: “Look what you did!” The Freak slaps him across the face. Marion with a knife edge chop. Another. A third! He whips The Freak across the ring, reversed! Marion comes off of the ropes… The Freak with a hurricanrana! Marion rolls to the outside, collecting his breath, as he talks with Nicole Rhodes. Meanwhile, The Freak is off of the ropes… PLANCHA to the OUTSIDE into Marion! Rhodes saw it coming and got out of the way just in time. She takes her high heel off as The Freak stands… and she nails him with it! AGAIN! The Freak looks angry and charges at her but she high-tails it down the ramp. The Freak relents and picks up Marion who meets him with an elbow to the gut. Another! A third! Stiff punch to the head of The Freak! Another! The Freak stumbles back… only to be leveled by a stiff kick from the REBEL World Champion! The Freak has trouble getting to his feet… only to receive a collar-and-elbow suplex onto the hard CEMENT!

COREY TAYLOR: This is Marion’s chance! Climb that ladder, my man!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both Kurtis and The Freak are seemingly out of it—this would be his best chance yet!

Marion rolls into the ring and begins setting up the ladder. He begins scaling it slowly, careful to avoid all of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, Chad Kurtis stirs. Marion gets to the top but has a hard time getting through the ridiculous amount of barbed wire hanging around the world title. Then he looks down and sees Kurtis entering the ring. Kurtis grabs the bottom of the ladder—but Marion quickly scales down it! He rolls out of the ring, leaving Kurtis standing there with the ladder confused. Kurtis begins setting up the ladder as Marion wakes The Freak up. He rolls The Freak into the ring. The Freak stirs but does not stand. Kurtis climbs up the ladder and looks down at The Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis is going to utilize one of his many high-risk, high-flying maneuvers to further weaken The Freak!

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, Chad, hit a man when he’s down! That’s REAL sportsmanlike!

But instead Kurtis leaps off of the ladder, springboards off of the top-rope and nails MARION with a springboard somersault plancha!

KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion just got what he deserved via special delivery!

COREY TAYLOR: …via special delivery? You cheesy bastard.

The Freak slowly gets to his feet. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb. As he reaches the mid-point, Kurtis slides into the ring. The Freak hits him a moonsault off of the ladder! Marion gets to his feet just as The Freak grabs the ladder… which he SUPLEXES TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO MARION! Marion is busted wide open under the ladder. The Freak picks up Kurtis. Hits him with the RUSH! Kurtis falls to his knees, completely dazed from the RUSH. A kick to the head sends Kurtis to his back. The Freak goes up top. SIGHT UNSEEN TIME! NO! Nicole Rhodes gets revenge for her man by pushing him off of the TURNBUCKLE! The Freak rolls to the outside. All three men are down. Nicole Rhodes grabs her high heel and goes after The Freak with it… but here comes SHUT DOWN! Nicole Rhodes gets one look at him and runs away through the crowd—one shoe on, one shoe in hand. Shut Down chases her out.

The Freak slides various items into the ring he retrieves from underneath the ring. SINGAPORE CANE. TABLE. TRASH CAN. ANOTHER CHAIR. AND A BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT. Kurtis gets to his feet… baseball slide dropkick to The Freak! The Freak hits the guard rail. Kurtis with an amazing SPRINGBOARD HEEL KICK, sending both of them into the crowd! Meanwhile, Marion gets to his feet. Confused, he looks around for Nicole. Not seeing her, he enters the ring with the ladder and begins throwing the hardcore items out. And he begins to climb. Kurtis runs into the ring. Marion leaps off with a cross-body block but Kurtis catches him! The ladder falls into the corner, just in time for Kurtis to slam Marion into it! Again! AGAIN! Blood trickles down his back as he is dumped over the top-rope! Kurtis sets up the ladder. He begins to climb as The Freak grabs the trash can. He throws it and it nails Kurtis in the head! But Kurtis does not fall! He continues to climb. The Freak sets up a table at ringside then grabs the Singapore cane and enters the ring with it. He climbs up the other side of the ladder. The Freak and Kurtis meet at the top. The Freak hammers away at him with the Singapore cane! The Show refuses to fall! The Freak continues the vicious strikes. Blood flows from Kurtis’ forehead! And finally he falls down to the ground below. Marion runs into the ring. The Freak jumps off of the ladder with a Shooting Star Press to the fallen Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: What incredible action we’ve seen thus far!

COREY TAYLOR: I wish this match had pinfalls because The Freak would be the new World Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved Marcus Marion?

COREY TAYLOR: I do… but I hate Chad Kurtis even more than I love Marcus Marion. To see him lose, to see him pinned… I almost have a boner at the thought!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe we should have a policy of not talking about erections related to one man laying atop another?

COREY TAYLOR: …fine. Fair enough.

Marion kicks The Freak repeatedly before picking him up and whipping him across the ring. The Freak ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropes. Marion catches him with a kneelift that sends him staggering backwards. Knife edge chop. Another! Another! Marion picks up the garbage can. BAM! The Freak falls to the ground but somehow quickly gets up. Marion grabs the Sinapore cane. BAM! BAM! BAM! The Freak falls to the ground, holding his bleeding forehead. Marion knocks the ladder into the corner. He picks The Freak up. CATAPULT INTO THE LADDER! He picks up Chad Kurtis. AND A CATAPULT FOR HIM TOO! He dumps both men over the top-rope. He sets up the ladder. And begins the climb!

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, avoiding the barbed wire when he can.

He nears the top.

But Chad Kurtis and The Freak climb to opposite turnbuckles. Simultaneous DROPKICKS TO THE LADDER! It shakes and shakes… Marion falls THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE!

MEGA POP!

The Freak and Kurtis exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Kurtis takes the advantage. Irish whip to The Freak. Kurtis moonsaults off of the slumped ladder, catching The Freak with a headscissors onto the ladder! The Freak grabs his back, clearly in a world of pain. He gets to his feet and stumbles right into a… STARMAKER ONTO THE LADDER! And he tosses The Freak to the outside. He sets up the ladder and begins to climb.

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, letting the barbed wire pierce his skin.

He nears the top.

The Freak HUCKS THE BARBED WIRE BAT WHICH CATCHES THE SHOW AND SENDS HIM FLYING DOWN TO THE RING! The Freak pulls Kurtis out of the ring. He drags him towards Marion. He HANDCUFFS THEM TOGETHER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well… this is clearly the end of the match now! The Freak has handcuffed his opponents!

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant!

The Freak sets up the ladder and begins the climb.

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, seemingly enjoying the barbed wire piercing his hands.

He nears the top.

Marion and Kurtis are forced to work together. They enter the ring. They try to push the ladder over… but The Freak hits both of them with a mean 450 SPLASH! He sets up the ladder again. And he climbs!

Rung after rung!

Towards the top!

He nears the top!

Kurtis gets to his feet, dragging Marion with him… he pushes the ladder! THE FREAK LANDS NECK FIRST ON THE GUARD RAIL!

Kurtis, dragging Marion behind him, sets up the ladder. He begins to climb!

ROB MARTINEZ: He is dragging the champion with him! He has no choice!

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus, baby… wake up!

Rung after rung!

Slowly, he drags Marion with him. Marion seems to spring to life. GERMAN SUPLEX OFF OF THE LADDER! And now Marion climbs the ladder, dragging Kurtis with him!

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis with him, nearing the top!

Kurtis comes to. He sidesteps onto the other side of the ladder and races with Marion towards the top. They reach the top. They use their free hands to exchange blows with one another! Kurtis with a headbutt! Marion with an eye gouge! Kurtis with a left hand! Marion with a right hand! Left! Right! Left! Right!

And here comes THE FREAK! SIGHT UNSEEN to the SIDE of the LADDER! ALL THREE MEN AND THE LADDER TOPPLE TO THE GROUND!

THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: All three men are on the ground, unmoving!

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak seems to have taken less of the brunt from that fall than his competitors.

The Freak slowly climbs to his feet, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes. He pulls the barbed wire off of the ladder and wraps it around both of his fists, tying a knot around both wrists to keep it on. Marion and Kurtis slowly get to their feet and continue where they left off, exchanging blows with one another! Here comes The Freak! BARBED PUNCH TO KURTIS! He falls to the ground, pulling Marion down with him. Marion gets to his feet, pulling Kurtis with him. BARBED PUNCH TO MARION! Marion and Kurtis both fall! The Freak pulls both men up. Kurtis with a kick to The Freak’s gut. Kurtis and Marion with a DOUBLE SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: The two most unlikely allies since Hardcore Entertainment and the Great Alaskan Ninjas!

Marion grabs the Singapore cane. Kurtis grabs the barbed wire bat. The Freak slowly gets to his feet. SIMULTANEOUS CANE AND BAT SHOTS SEND HIM BACK DOWN! Marion hits Kurtis with the cane! He stumbles but gets back to his feet… only to slam the bat into Marion’s gut and then across his back! He grabs Marion’s head… CK FINALE WITH THE HANDCUFFS ON! IT WORKS! IT WORKS! Kurtis sets up the ladder. The Freak gets to his feet and attacks Kurtis. Kurtis bashes Marion’s head into The Freak’s! SUPERKICK SENDS THE FREAK OVER THE TOP-ROPE! Kurtis begins climbing!

Rung after rung!

He drags a lifeless Marion behind him!

He nears the top!

He reaches through the barbed wire, his fingers touching the belt. He tries to get a better grip to pull it down.

Marion YANKS CHAD KURTIS DOWN THE LADDER BUT HOLDS ON HIMSELF! Kurtis dangles from Marion’s wrist as Marion climbs!

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis behind him!

Kurtis finally gets his feet on the rung of the ladder. Forearm shots to Marion’s back. Marion with an elbow to Kurtis’ head! Another! Here comes THE FREAK! He’s on the top-rope! Missile dropkick to the ladder…

… but Marcus Marion leaps up and grabs the title! Kurtis dangles from his wrist as the ladder falls out from beneath both of them, LANDING ATOP THE FREAK! MARION FALLS WITH THE TITLE IN HAND, LANDING ATOP CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: What in God’s name just happened?!?

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and STILL REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll tell you what happened… Marcus Marion had his first title defense! His first of many, I might add!

EMTs run out to check on all three competitors, none of whom are moving, each of whom is breathing heavily and bleeding from a number of places.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!

DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match, what a show, what all will happen next week?!

COREY TAYLOR: Alright already, go ahead and say we are out of time and we are outta here, I’ve got to go and call Hertz.

Chad Kurtis vs Chris Casino
American Anarchy 2010
06-04-2010

“Smooth” salsas out from the speakers in the building as well as does the boos, although they come from the fans in attendance. Chris Casino steps from the back, wearing a Demi-Gods T-shirt and a pair of tailored bluejeans. He stares with distaste at the fans who are booing him as he walks from the back down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!

Boos fill the building, but they seem to be fueling Chris Casino as he steps up the steps and wipes off his boots before entering the ring.

“They say I’m Cocky…”

The crowd does a complete one eighty as they stand up. They Cheer. They love Chad Kurtis who sprints out from the back. Chad has his arms spread to the side and is slapping fans along his way to the ring, much the way Ultimate Warrior used to do with the intensity factor.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah, Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… He! Is! “THE SHOW”! CHAD! KURTIS!

COREY TAYLOR: They really love this guy for some reason.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is The Show, of course they are going to love him.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the smog has their brain rattled.

Chad slides into the ring, but Chris Casino is there to drop a knee across his face.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino not giving Chad a chance to get up in the early going.

Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone are officiating this highly anticipated match between both Chad and Chris. Chris pulls Chad up to his feet.

Chop!

Crickets.

Chad with a return chop.

Woooooo!

Chris with a chop.

Crickets.

Chad with a chop.

Wooooo!

Chad with a forearm sends Chris reeling quickly. Chad grabs the wrist. Irish whip into the ropes. Chris rebounds. Leap frog over Chad. Kurtis spins around, superkick from Chris sends Kurtis down to the mat. Chad pulls Chad up, tossing him over the ropes to the outside. Chris snarls something at the crowd before launching himself over the top with a plancha onto Kurtis who was trying to get back up to his feet. Chris whips Chad into the railing, then slams his head repeatedly into the metal.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad is going to have a headache after that pounding.

ROB MARTINEZ: As would anyone.

Chris charges at Kurtis, Chad with a back body sends Casino into the crowd. The fans scatter from the action, but stay near enough to get on the television. Chad kicks Casino in the face as he is rising to his feet. Casino rolls over to his back, Chad with a boot to the side of his head rolls him over again. Chad stands over Casino, leaning down to pull him up. Casino with a face rake buys himself some time. Casino with another face rake for the pure enjoyment of the move and the crowd is letting him know exactly how much they hate him. Casino brings down a chair onto Kurtis, but Chad drops before the chair can make contact, kicking Casino’s legs out from under him. Both men sit on their asses staring at each other. Casino throws a right, Chad answers with a right of his own.

COREY TAYLOR: A Rebel Pro first?

ROB MARTINEZ: It has to have happened before, but I can’t recall it.

Chad with a right.

Casino with a right.

Chad with a right.

Casino with a right.

Both men are exchanging hard right hands from their asses and the punches are as hard as if they were standing on their feet. Casino tries for another face rake, but Chad counters with a spit into Casino’s face. Chris is stunned momentarily, giving Chad a chance for a right to knock Casino back. Chad up with the quickness of a cat, leaping onto the seat of a chair. Kurtis leaps into the air, spinning around delivering a hard kick right to Casino’s temple knocking him onto his side. Chad pulls Casino up, whip into the brick wall. Casino bounces back, German suplex onto the row of steel chairs!

Chad locks in again, another German suplex! A third! A fourth! Chad makes a cover on Casino.

One…

Two…

Thr

But Casino kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Each man must obtain a pinfall before the ten count can begin.

COREY TAYLOR: It shouldn’t take Casino long then.

Chad pulls Chris up to his feet. Low blow from Casino gets him the advantage back. European uppercut sends Chad stumbling back towards a door. Chris with a whip into the door. Chad reverses and now Casino is headed towards the door. But wait! One more reversal and Chad is sent head first through the door! The door bounces back off the cement wall, from the impact of Kurtis skull meeting the door. Casino rushes through, stomping away on Chad’s form. Casino lifts Chad up, spinning DDT onto the concrete floor. Chris makes a cover and Alan Stone is there to make the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

ROB MARTINEZ: Back from commercial break.

NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up! How did he do that after headbutting the door then the floor?!

COREY TAYLOR: His head is harder than even Casino thought.

ROB MARTINEZ: But still softer than your’s.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah I… Hey!

Chris lifts Chad up, boot to the midsection. Chris sets up for another DDT, but Chad counters with a Northern Lights Suplex! Chad bridges!

One…

Two…

Thr–

KICKOUT!

Chad is frustrated now, but so is Casino. Both roll up to their feet. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men go down, but both are back up extremely quickly. Chad has a trickle of blood from somewhere in his hair, from his contact with the door, but he doesn’t care. Chad goes for a clothesline, Casino ducks. Chad aims a foot at the wall. Chad bounces back off the wall, spinning big time athletic move as hewraps his leg around Casino’s head and somehow twists his body to send Casino into the wall!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah… I tend to agree with you there.

CROWD: We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*

Chad gets up to his feet quickly, he pulls Casino up, whip into a popcorn machine. Buttery goodness flies everywhere as Chris’s body slams through the machine. People and kernels scatter every which way and Chad is on the charge. Chad leaps up to the nearby counter. Best! Moonsault! Ever! Chad hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Chris with a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall there.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is just luring him into a false sense of security.

Chad can’t really believe it, but knows that he and Casino are so similar that he’d be doing the same thing. Chris slams a fist into Kurtis’ junk getting him another time with the advantage. Chris lifts Chad up, piledriver on the concrete and he makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

COREY TAYLOR: YES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now Chad has to answer the ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Chad is up, Casino isn’t shocked at all. Chad comes forward, Casino back bodies him through a door and they are in the

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locker room. Chad slams onto the floor, Casino is there on top of the action. Casino stomps on Chad’s face before pulling him up. Face plant into the locker to his right. Casino walks down the row of lockers… right locker receives a kiss from Chad Kurtis. Locker on the right receives a kiss. Casino isn’t smiling, isn’t laughing, he is dead serious as he methodically takes Kurtis down a notch or two on his personal mission to rid Rebel Pro of all the Kurtises. Chad is stumbling along, but Casino is holding firm to the back of Chad’s skull, not letting him get away. Chad falls to one knee, and comes up swinging a bench! The bench takes Chris in the midsection doubling him over. Chad leaping to the top of the locker, with a front flip leg drop. Casino falls backwards from the bench blow. Chad delivers a stunning leg drop to the concrete floor. Chris sits up against the metal locker, rubbing his face and head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad’s leg is going to be hurting now.

COREY TAYLOR: He should have better sense than to try and leg drop a concrete floor.

Chad bounces up, holding at his left knee, Casino comes in with a shoulder tackle to the injured leg. Casino rapidly returns holding the left ankle beginning to kick away with ferocity at the side of Chad’s knee. Casino locks in a figure four leglock, falling back to maximize the torque on the left kneecap. Chad with a quick roll reverses the hold. Casino breaks the submission move quickly, getting back up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: The submission futile in this match, but brilliant in wanting to work on that injured left leg of Chad Kurtis.

COREY TAYLOR: Glad that you see the brilliance that is Chris Casino.

Chris back on the knee attack, Kurtis with a slap breakes him from the attack at least momentarily. Chad struggles back to his feet, Chris in with a kick to Chad’s midsection, DDT to the concrete. Casino gets up, dusting his hands off before hooking the leg for the pin.

One…

Two…

Jimmy Johnson stops his count as Chad’s shoulder is lifted up. Casino begins to turn red faced as he yells at Jimmy Johnson about the count. Johnson, for his part, begins to yell back at Chris Casino, he is having none of this bullying referees around from this spoiled brat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino had better watch out.

COREY TAYLOR: Why? Casino had this match in the bag before Johnson decided he forgot how to count to three.

Chad dives with a shoulder tackle of his own at Chris’ left knee and the co-tag Team Champion goes down holding at his left knee. Once again, both of these men are eeriely similar. Chad pulls Chris up to his feet, whip into the wall, Casino bounces back. Chad shoves him into the opposite wall; Chris rebounds once again. Chad lowers his head… Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: On the concrete baby!

ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look good for Chad.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn right it don’t!

Chris covers Chad’s prone body.

One…

Two…

Three.

Chad isn’t moving. Jimmy Johnson stays as Referee Alan Stone makes sure Casino doesn’t impede Chad’s possible progress in getting to his feet.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

The crowd is yelling for Chad inside the building; you can here them through the wall.

Five…

Six…

CROWD: Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!

Seven!

Casino turns to the camera, mocking it and pointing behind him at the now kneeling Chad Kurtis.

Eight…

Spear! Spear! Spear!

Chad sends Chris’ head slamming into the camera, shoving it back about ten feet from the force of the impact. There is a little bit of blood on the camera, and there is a lot of blood on Chris’ face from his lip and busted nose. Blood pours down his face as he gets groggily up to his knee and shakes his head. Chad, somehow, shoves up to his feet, stumbling off to a door marked “Maintenance”. Chad opens the door, there is the trusty ladder. Chad smiles, pulling it out from the closet as he stares at the kneeling form of Chris Casino on the floor. Chad rams the ladder into the back of Casino’s head before lifting it up to set it up in the hallway. Casino, hearing the cheer of the crowd, turns quickly to see Chad scaling the ladder. He quickly follows him up on the other side of the ladder, both ready to do major battle. Casino looking to end Chad Kurtis and the Kurtis Clan once and for all… Chad looking to shut Casino and the critics up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Someone is fixing to get really… really hurt here.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis… pucker them lips up and kiss your ass good-bye!

Right from Chad. Casino returns the favor with one of his own. Right from Kurtis. Right from Casino. Right right right right right right right. Fists of fury on top of the ladder. Less than an inch seperate these two but the force of the punches is tremendous. Chad throws a big time haymaker, Casino accepts the blow on his chin. Casino falls back, but manages to catch Kurtis by the wrist and pull him down into a DDT from! The! Top! of! The! Ladder!

CROWD: We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*

ROB MARTINEZ: Alan Stone drops to one knee, Jimmy Johnson drops to his knees as well.

One…

Two…

Three!

What?!

Both men pinned?!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino pinned Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Kurtis pinned Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: Never!

Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone each saw a different pin, they confer quickly before nodding.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

The crowd is going b-a-n-a-n-a-s!

Five…

Six…

Seven…

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve just gotten word that whomever answers the ten count first will be declared the winner, if both men fail to answer then it will be a draw.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Chris… I’ve got my house riding on ya.

Eight…

Chad and Casino stir…

Nine…

Chad up to his knees, hearing the count he shoves up to his feet.

Ten…

Chad’s eyes close as he nods sending droplets of blood onto the floor and wall before he falls back into a seated position against the wall.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

Alan Stone lifts Chad hand briefly before checking on his condition. Jimmy Johnson begins to check on the condition of Casino. We head to commercial as EMTs rush down to both men.

Xandor Cross vs The Freak
Red, White, and Bruised 2010
07-02-2010

“This Moment” by Disturb hits up in the speakers as from the back to an enormous amount of uncheering is the challenger for the Aggression Title. Freak looks to the crowd, acting as though he is all high and mighty, he waves to the fans as though he is a King and dismissing servants who have displeased him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds… he is… THE FREAK!

Freak steps up the steps and into the ring through the ropes, still dismissing the fans as though they are mere after thoughts.

“Requiem For A Dream” is in the speakers and the crowd are up on their feet for the Aggression Champion. His time in Rebel Pro may be a short one, up to this point, but they love him already. A slow fog envelopes the aisle from underneath the curtain as a hooded figure steps out from the back. Dressed in the long hooded robe, he holds the Aggression Championship over his left shoulder and in his right hand is held the Cat of Nine Tails.

JENNY JERSEY: From The City of Angels, he stands at six feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred eighty-five pounds… He is your Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… XANDOR CROSS!

COREY TAYLOR: That whip has got to be illegal.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve been here for over a year and you still don’t realize that there are no rules in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Quick jab to pull the votes your way huh Martinez? Well, do people know that your mother is standing on the corner of First and Second Avenue right now?

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Freak looks up to the towering form of Xandor Cross and to the whip in his hand. Xandor whips it out, but Freak is quick and avoids the blow. Freak slams a palm strike into Xandor’s ribs, but Freak is unable to avoid the second blow of the whip, the force of it sending him down to one knee. Freak with a knee strike to Xandor’s knees sends him down to one knee, but the whip cracks down a third time, connecting once again. Freak’s back is already torn and bleeding, but the pain seems to do the opposite and revive him. Freak leaps out of the way of the third strike, using the ropes to propell him up to deliver a front kick to Xandor’s face sending him stumbling backwards. Freak lands, spins, and sweeps Xandor’s legs out from under him. Cross hits the canvas on his back, already sitting back up after impact. Freak off the ropes, dropkick to Xandor’s head rolls him over onto his front, but he is still forcing himself back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak has the Cat of Nine Tails!

COREY TAYLOR:(sarcastic) Illegal now is it?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, as I just recently told you, there are no rules in Rebel Pro or are you as dumb as you are deaf?

The metal pieces bite hard into Xandor’s back, drawing small trickles of blood quickly, but Freak brings it down a second time and is definitely enjoying himself. Freak brings it up for a third strike, but Xandor slams a fist into his midsection doubling Freak over. Xandor is up to his feet, uppercut sends Freak into the ropes. Irish whip sends Freak running, big boot sends him down. Xandor lifts Freak up, spinning around, spinning vertical suplex and Freak is on his back. Xandor up, off the ropes, big leg drop that would make Hulk Hogan jealous of its execution.

COREY TAYLOR: He stole that move from Hulk Hogan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hulk Hogan didn’t invent the leg drop, he just wasn’t smart enough to develop a more complex finisher.

Xandor lifts Freak up,Northern Lights Suplex that he holds for a pin and Alan Stone is in position.

One…

Two…

Freak rolls a shoulder up, pulling Xandor off balance. Xandor is up first, Freak with a shin kick gets Xandor off balance. Cross delivers a right hand slamming Freak back into the corner. Xandor runs, big leg over the top rope and Xandor is trapped with one leg on either side of the top rope. Freak smiles before mockingly nodding then methodically kicking the top rope. Freak up on the top rope, using his tight rope walking ability to jump up and down on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t care who you are, that is going to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just because you don’t have any, doesn’t mean that all men don’t.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahuh? What did you say?

Xandor falls inside the ring, but is able to kick the top rope with a reserve of strength, Freak falls to the outside of the ring and down to the concrete floor. Xandor gets up, wincing at the pain between his legs before Xandor launches himself over the top rope with a plancha to the rising Freak. Big! Man! Plancha! Connects! Freak is slammed into the railing on the outside, but Xandor isn’t finished with him yet. Xandor takes the time to pound a few forearms into Freak before whipping him back into the ring apron. Xandor lifts Freak up over his head, Big Man Press Slam! Freak rolls over in agony as his front slams heavily onto the canvas. Xandor steps over the top rope, stalking his prey very slowly; seeming to savour the moment of the kill. Xandor leans over Freak, but Freak bounces up, connecting with the Cat of Nine Tails to Xandor’s face. The metal pieces dig into Xandor’s flesh, tearing grooves into his face, but Freak isn’t finished as he swings for the fences one more time. Xandor blocks the blow with his forearm, Freak having lost the advantage of surprise. Freak rushes in with another blow, Xandor kicks out with a boot. DDT! Xandor makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Freak kicks out, anger fueling him for the moment. Freak kicks out at the rising Xandor, but Cross catches the leg. Enzeguri to Xandor’s neck sends him down to one knee. Freak off the ropes, Shining Wizard takes Xandor off his feet. Freak slides out of the ring, going for a steel chair, he grabs two and slides back into the ring. Xandor is getting back up, but a chair shot misses and Freak is thrown off balance.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike One!

COREY TAYLOR: This is wrestling, not baseball.

Freak swings a second time, missing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike Two.

COREY TAYLOR: This is why I’m losing in the voting? The fans are complete idiots.

ROB MARTINEZ: No, that is why you are losing in the voting.

Xandor connects with the Cat of Nine Tails, right to Freak’s chest, drawing rivers of blood as the metal pieces dig deep into Freak’s chest flesh. Freak, swings again, connecting but Xandor slams the Cat back, connecting with a solid second swing, this one to Freak’s face sending him backwards into the ropes. Freak drops the chairs, Xandor presses his advantage. Xandor with a back suplex, but he picks Freak back up, Back Drop Driver! Freak is being tossed around as he tries to clear his eyes of the blood and think of someway to hurriedly get back into this match. Xandor lifts Freak up onto his left shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Emerald Flowsion! I haven’t seen that one in a while.

COREY TAYLOR: Well… uh… well… so!

Xandor covers for the pin and hopefully the win.

One…

Two…

Freak gets his shoulder up and Xandor realizes that his task may not be that easy. Xandor lifts Freak up, placing him onto his shoulder in an electric chair position. Freak wobbles from side to side, the blood still trickling down his face. Xandor leans forward, but Freak counters the Electric Driver with a spin and plants Xandor face first onto one of the discarded chairs. Freak lays there, breathing heavily before somehow shoving himself up and placing Xandor onto his back, head on the chair that he face planted. Freak stumbles over to the other chair, placing it on Xandor’s face before somehow managing to climb up top.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah hah! Freak is going for a high risk move.

ROB MARTINEZ:(sarcastic) Oh Great One, what gave it away?

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COREY TAYLOR: (unaware of the sarcasm) The fact that he is climbing up top Rob.

Freak launches himself into the air…

COREY TAYLOR: Shooting Star Press connects!

Freak just lays there as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Freak!

Freak slides out of the ring, stumbling over to get his newly won Aggression title before holding it up and smiling through the mask of blood. Freak stumbles towards the back, weaving from side to side. In the ring Xandor Cross sits up, a crimson mask on as well, swiveling his head to watch Freak’s retreating back.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, an update on the voting results of the match between Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor…

The fans are really wondering about this match.

JENNY JERSEY: The current poll shows that Rob Martinez is leading by nearly a two to one vote ratio.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn the internet! Oh how it lies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you fans for the lead so far and now onto our next match.

Justin Case vs Akuma the Malignant
Armed Assault 2010
08-06-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen of the United States Armed Services, the following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is your Armed Assault Main Event of the evening. The match will be for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight World Title and will be contested under normal Rebel Rules…

“As Daylight Dies” its up in the speakers placed around the tent and from the back comes Jester, leading the caged Akuma to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is the challenger weighing in at at three hundred twenty-five pounds while standing at six feet seven inches; he hails from Parts Unknown he is led to the ring by Jester…. AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Jester shows the World Title to the crowd who give him massive boos, because they don’t like the idea of anyone stealing something that belongs to someone else. Jester is nonplussed as he unlocks the cage releasing Akuma into the ring.

“Victory” is now in the speakers as the crowd give Justin a bit more of a reaction, but he isn’t someone that they really approve of, but they know he will give it his all in this match.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at two hundred sixty-five pounds while standing at six feet five inches; he is accompanied to the ring by his manager Hugh Aredone… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME”… JUSTIN CASE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin looks determined as he steps into the ring here and ready to get his belt back, even though he did not lose it.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Rebel Pro Owner Larry Gordon, he walks down to ringside where he receives a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

LARRY GORDON: Gents, blame it on the show or the fact that I’m a bit jet lagged, blame it on whatever but…

He shrugs.

LARRY GORDON: I nearly forgot to mention that this match will have both managers handcuffed to the railing around ringside to prevent their intervention in the match. I will not be bullied into a cage match Jester and I do not want either of you managers getting involved, so handcuffed to the railing you will be!

Two Armed Services men step from the back, handcuffing both Jester to one side of the railing while the other handcuffs Hugh to the opposite side of the ring’s railing. They sit near their selected charges to watch the match as Larry Gordon walks to the announce table to watch this highly anticipated matchup.

COREY TAYLOR: You just couldn’t help it could you?

LARRY GORDON: One more derrogatory word about me from you Taylor and you can find another job.

COREY TAYLOR: Did I mention how much weight you seem to have lost?

ROB MARTINEZ: You are pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Marina calls for the bell as Akuma stands, allowing Justin to circle him in the center of the ring. Marina is dressed in a very sexy refereeing outfit that is more along the lines of a string bikini than a full fledged outfit. Akuma swings at Justin, but the smaller Case is able to avoid the blow by ducking under and delivering a swift back kick to Akuma’s knee. Akuma stumbles forward a bit, but Justin is right on the larger man. Justin off the ropes, another kick to the right knee, before spinning around delivering a third kick to the leg but the large Akuma will not go down. Justin off the ropes flying cross body.

Caught!

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma showing his amazing strength there.

COREY TAYLOR: He is a monster!

Akuma lifts him up, turning him for a tombstone piledriver, Justin flips the larger man over backwards reversing the piledriver. He can’t hold him though, dropping him more on his neck than his head. Justin heads into the ropes, jumping knee drop on canvas as Akuma sits up ala Undertaker. Justin holds at his right knee, but Akuma is up. Right hand.

DING!

Justin is rocked from the blow.

DING!

Justin goes down on his as, but rolls up to his knees. Akuma with a running big boot off the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin somehow kicks that right knee of Akuma and the monster is down!

Justin begins to stomp away on the right knee, wearing the larger man’s base down, but Akuma isn’t weak enough for that yet as he gets back up to his feet. Justin leans down to grab the ankle.

CAUGHT!

By the throat and Akuma lifts in the double choke lift!

COREY TAYLOR: Malignant Afflication!

Justin fights, but Akuma slams him down heavily onto the canvas before turning his snarling attention to Marina Blue who is just calmly watching and flirting with a soldier? Akuma lifts Justin back up, whip into the corner sends Case chest first into the padding. Justin flips up and over the corner and is stumbling along the apron. Akuma slams a meaty forearm into his face sending him crashing down to the floor below and Case looks to be out cold as he clutches his chest. Akuma stands center ring awaiting orders and Case is not out as he climbs shakily up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case is still in this one, but for how long?

COREY TAYLOR:Who knows? That Akuma looks bigger, almost too big to be allowed.

Case is up, but he bends over clutching at his stomach as Akuma is running.

Huge man plancha over the top rope!

*CLANG!*

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case just hit the biggest homerun of his life!

Case drops the chair, holding at his vibrating arms and Akuma is not moving at all here, but Justin is unable to shake feeling back into his arms after the impact, but slowly he regains feeling. Justin stomps away on Akuma’s head, that no matter what has got to be hurting after that swing. Justin digs under the ring, he pulls out a wrench and the crowd is going wild for the hardcore fight that is fixing to take place now. Justin golfs the wrench right into Akuma’s knee sending the giant rolling over and clutching at his right knee; giant or not, it hurts when a wrench is slammed into your knee.

COREY TAYLOR: What is Jester yelling?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know but Akuma is getting back up.

Justin swings, but Akuma catches the wrist, he slams his right fist into Justin’s midsection stealing every ounce of breath from Case’s body. Akuma shoves up to his feet, lifting Justin up, he launches him bodily back into the ring before he

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is directed to find a suitable weapon. Akuma pulls out a table and tosses it into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to get bloody quick, fast, and in a hurry.

COREY TAYLOR: But these soldiers are absolutely loving it!

Akuma tosses a couple of chairs into the ring, and a case of beer bottles; where’d they come from?

ROB MARTINEZ: Where?

COREY TAYLOR: Its Rebel Pro don’t question it.

Akuma steps over the rope and back into the ring. He lifts Justin back up, whip into the ropes, big boot ducked by Case. Justin rebounds and is caught by Akuma. The challenger lifts Case up spinebuster onto the chairs; Justin rolls off holding at his back. Akuma seems to be smiling with joy as he lifts a chair up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Its like he has found new ways of torture.

COREY TAYLOR: This does not look good for Case retaining the Championship.

Akuma swings the chair, connecting solidly with Case’s back sending him into the corner. Akuma with a second swing sends him face first onto the top turnbuckle padding. Justin turns around and the chair is smashed right into his face; but no blood even though the skin is beet red from impact after impact. Justin stumbles forward out of the corner, barely keeping his feet, but somehow managing to do so. Akuma off the ropes, he runs past Justin bouncing off the other ropes.

ARROW OF FATE!

Justin falls right before Akuma gets there, the monster runs over him totally missing him. Akuma off the ropes and heads back for Justin bending down to lift him up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a beer bottle smash to the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood everywhere!

The soldiers are on their feet as Akuma is barely managing to keep his with the force of Justin’s swing. Akuma has glass shining in his face and blood dripping down from many wounds as Case is still struggling to get back up. Case lifts up a chair and a bottle, he hits the ropes with his body leaping into the air. Case tosses the bottle into Akuma’s face and swings again for the fences.

ROB MARTINEZ: DAMN!

COREY TAYLOR: He could have blinded him!

Akuma falls down, blood now pouring from his face and Case on the attack. Justin places the right knee of Akuma into the fold of the chair before placing a second chair on top for added pain. Justin isn’t happy with this as he sets up the lone table and takes the time to lift Akuma’s leg onto it, and he has it set. Justin takes the second chair and instead of placing it on the knee, climbs to the top turnbuckle with it in his grasp. Justin leaps, putting the chair under his feet.

*CRASH!*

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma’s leg has to be broken now!

COREY TAYLOR: He is writhing in pain which is more than we’ve seen from him yet!

Justin locks both ankles and stepping over locks on a sharpshooter! Akuma grunts in disbelief and pain as he looks to Jester who is saying something but it can’t be heard over the rising grunts from Akuma The Malignant. Justin reaches out for the ropes and added leverage, which is legal in Rebel Pro and the Champion knows it. Akuma crawls for the ropes, but Justin doesn’t relent the pain he is causing. Akuma in the ropes, Justin releases right before he reaches them; not that he has too. Justin swinging the chair connects solidly with the right knee and it folds again, something may be towrn in there or it may not bee, but it is definitely not at one hundred percent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is on the warpath to win this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Both men are giving it their all, but Akuma has the height and weight advantage.

Justin swings, Akuma pounds his fist into the chair sending it back into Case’s face. Justin drops the chair as Akuma sends it back into his face again with a well placed kick. Akuma hits the canvas though the kick cost his right knee and Jester is ordering him to do something to destroy Justin.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Jester may be a little worried here.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t even think he thought Akuma could feel pain.

Akuma has something in his eyes that isn’t pleasure, but more like hurt and confusion; perhaps he didn’t think he could feel pain either. A black bag comes flying into the ring from Jester, Akuma seizes upon it dumping out a thousand thumbtacks onto the canvas. Akuma must like thumbtacks because his eyes gleem with hurtful intent as he lifts Justin up with a huge gorilla press slam onto the tacks. Justin slams into the tacks, over a hundred sticking into his flesh and he grunts from the pain caused by the hundred tiny pinpoints. Akuma lifts Justin back up, MALIGNANT AFFLICTION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s face is turning purple!

COREY TAYLOR: This match has to be over!

Marina is not signalling for anything as neither man has given up; she is definitely calling this match down the line. Justin is hurt and bleeding profusiously as he tries to crawl away through the thumbtacks, but Akuma will not let him get very far. Akuma lifts him up to a kneeling position in front of him before slamming his fist down into Case’s upturned face and pounds him once, twice, three, and a fourth time. Case is gone, his eyes are closed and he falls towards Akuma.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is unconscious, he has got to be.

COREY TAYLOR: There is blood everywhere, both men have lost a lot here, but Akuma’s size is just too much.

Jester yells for Akuma to deliver All’s End; Akuma obeys.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is this really necessary?

COREY TAYLOR: I agree, Justin has gone through enough and this is just humiliation that is unnecessary.

Akuma lifts him up, smiling as he walks towards the open case of empty beer bottles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not on the bottles, this is just ridiculous.

COREY TAYLOR: Can’t you stop this Gordon?

Gordon only looks over to Corey as he shrugs his shoulders.

LARRY GORDON: I am not the referee, only they can stop this match.

COREY TAYLOR: And she won’t, she loves this kind of stuff.

Akuma has him placed, and smiles broadly as he lifts and adjusts a bit more.

THE BENCHMARK!

Akuma’s face is driven through twenty empty glass beer bottles!

Justin rolls the big man over as another black bag comes in from the side of the ring, but this one tossed by Hugh Aredone. Justin smiles as he pulls out a tape player? He presses “Play”

JESTER’S RECORDED VOICE(from many snippits recorded from his promos): Akuma. Stay. Down!”

Akuma doesn’t protest as Justin rolls him over, draping an arm over his chest and looking daggers at Jester, while pointing to his own head as though he is the smartest person in the world.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Millennium Game” Justin Case!

Jester is furious that he was outsmarted in this match, Justin used a recorded voice of his to beat Akuma, a loop hole that Justin and his group flaunted perfectly.

ROB MARTINEZ: iIn the end, Jester and Akuma played Justin’s Game and Justin played his hand perfectly!

COREY TAYLOR: I never doubted his abilities, not once.

Larry Gordon steps into the ring as he hands Justin back his Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title and Case celebrates by holding the belt up high. The soldiers and all stand to give this match a standing ovation as Larry gets out to let Justin have his time to shine. The show fades away to the Rebel Pro logo.

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JT Whiplash vs Aeolus Wrath
Extreme Measures
01-19-2010

ROB MARTINEZ: Our next match features a journey-man wrestler who has quickly struck a chord with the REBEL Pro faithful in J.T. Whiplash against the troubled
and moody Aeolus Wrath, who had some very unkind words for Mr. Whiplash last week.
COREY TAYLOR: This Whiplash guy is a walking tragedy waiting to happen. Hopefully Aeolus does us all a favor and gets rid of this in-ring liability tonight!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that remains to be seen, but for now, let’s just go to the ring with Jenny Jersey.
“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play over the P.A. system as J.T. Whiplash walks out with Meghan Magnolia by his side, with J.T. waving a Rebel
flag and Meghan cheering him as the fans give J.T. a decent reaction.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall… introducing first… from Paint Rock, Tennessee… weighing in at two hundred
forty-five pounds… accompanied to the ring by Meghan Magnolia… J.T. WHIPLASH!
J.T. walks to ringside with the Rebel flag over his shoulder, shaking hands with the fans on his way to the ring. He then places the flag inside the ring-post
after going up the steps and he paces back and forth awaiting his opponent as “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach begins to play over the P.A. system.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Somerset, Bermuda… weighing in at two hundred and six pounds… AEOLUS WRATH!
Aeolus Wrath then walks out to a vocal chorus of boos from the crowd as J.T. Whiplash decides not to wait and Whiplash starts firing haymakers at Wrath
on the entrance-way.
ROB MARTINEZ: J.T. Whiplash sure came ready to fight tonight! He’s not backing down one iota from Aeolus Wrath at the moment!
COREY TAYLOR: Oh, that hick’s just pissed that he didn’t get his welfare check!
ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop already?
Aeolus fires some stiff buzz-saw kicks to the ribs of J.T. to try and hold him at bay, but the veteran uses his boxing jabs followed by a vicious right
hook, sending Aeolus over the railing. J.T. then grabs a fan at ringside’s beer and spits it in Aeolus’ face before DDTing him on the hard concrete.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good God! He just splattered Aeolus Wrath’s skull on the concrete!
COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do that! That’s assault with intent to kill!
J.T. celebrates for a moment with fans at ringside, tagging hands with a few of them. But just as Whiplash diverts his attention back to Wrath, he gets
caught in a drop toe-hold on the steel chair, knocking the 46-year old loopy while Aeolus picks himself back up.
ROB MARTINEZ: As much as I hate to say this, maybe J.T. shouldn’t have celebrated so soon on that DDT because now he’s paying the price.
COREY TAYLOR: Kids, J.T. Whiplash is living proof what one too many all-night binges can do to you in later years!
Aeolus then waits for J.T. to get up on his hands and knees before delivering a stiff buzzsaw kick right to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. Aeolus
then grabs him by the hair and kicks him repeatedly in the head as he shouts at the fans “WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR HERO NOW?!?” as the fans voice their
displeasure.
ROB MARTINEZ: Aeolus Wrath is simply out for blood tonight, and it looks like the unlucky victim is going to be J.T. Whiplash!
COREY TAYLOR: Whiplash’s tragic tale is about to end right here and now…
Wrath then picks up J.T. and tosses him back over the barricade. He then jumps on top of the barricade, getting his balance before going for a leg-drop
that misses it’s mark as Whiplash rolls out of the way. J.T. then picks up Wrath and does an old-school swinging neckbreaker to the arena floor. Not satisfied,
J.T. drags Aeolus up against the ring apron and converts with some stiff chops to the chest while the fans cry out the obligatory “WOOOOOO!” during the
chops.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good to see the REBEL Pro faithful so into this match, isn’t it, Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe they’re cheering for THAT LOSER, though! I guess he represents what all these inbred hill-billies are like.
J.T. goes for one more chop, but Aeolus blocks it and catches him with a Leg Sweep. He then takes the A/V cables around ringside and starts to strangle
the life out of J.T. with them, screaming “YOU’VE BREATHED YOUR LAST BREATH, YOU OLD FOSSIL!!!” before rolling him back in the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro newcomer looks to be in a bad, bad way right now…
COREY TAYLOR: Finally, Aeolus is going to put this miserable geezer out of his misery!
Aeolus picks up J.T., wrenching his arm before hitting a vicious side kick to the jaw as he goes for a quick cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: That could be all she wrote, folks! One… Two… NO! Whiplash stays alive in this one!
COREY TAYLOR: I’m telling you, that old man is on borrowed time!
Aeolus then tries to go for a roundhouse kick to the back of the head, but J.T. ducks it and fires more boxing style punches into the abdomen of Aeolus
Wrath before running against the ropes and hitting a STIFF lariat, turning Wrath inside out as he goes for a cover of his own.
ROB MARTINEZ: We may have an upset in the making, folks! One… Two… Th- NO! Not quite!
COREY TAYLOR: That was too close for comfort there!
J.T. then gets to his feet and starts to stomp on the ankle, then the mid-section, then the shoulder, then the head, and goes all the way around for his
version of the Garvin stomp as he then grabs the leg of Aeolus Wrath, going for a Figure-4 Leglock as he spins around and applies the move with Aeolus
thrashing about in a great deal of pain.
ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the old lion has the young lion firmly in his grasp right now!
COREY TAYLOR: Come on, Aeolus! Fight out of it, man! Fight out of it!
Aeolus lies on his back for a few moments to try and catch his breath as the referee counts.
ROB MARTINEZ: This may be it! One… Two… NOT YET!
Wrath sits back up in a great deal of pain as he tries to turn the hold desperately, trying to shift his weight around before turning themove over as now
J.T. is the one in pain.
COREY TAYLOR: Atta boy, Aeolus! Make him suffer, man! Make that old drunk suffer!
We see the pain etched on J.T.’s face as he fights and claws his way to the ropes. Finally, with one last lunge, he makes it to the ropes, breaking the
hold with the leverage. This doesn’t stop Aeolus from immediately targeting the legs of J.T., kicking him right in the legs as Whiplash gets up on his
knees and is met with a Buzzsaw Kick to the temple as Wrath goes for the quick cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man, J.T.’s head almost went into the nose-bleed section!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s gotta be it! One… Two… Thr- NO! HOW THE HELL IS THAT FOSSIL KICKING OUT?
ROB MARTINEZ: Fighting spirit, Corey. J.T. Whiplash is showing a lot of spirit here tonight as he refuses to stay down.
Aeolus then goes for a snap suplex, but J.T. blocks it and counters with a Sit-Out Gourdbuster as he falls flat on his back exhausted for a moment as the
referee checks on their condition.
COREY TAYLOR: I think the old man just used every last ounce of energy he had!
J.T. starts to stir first as Aeolus is slowly peeling himself off the canvas as well. J.T. pulls himself up first, but is quickly met out of nowhere by
a Shining Wizard to his face, knocking him out cold as Aeolus then goes to pick him up for the Son of Silence. As Aeolus, starts to make the forward roll,
he’s stopped in mid-move by J.T. who delivers a ferocious looking Spinebuster Slam to Wrath.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the Whip-Cracker! And he caught Aeolus Wrath out of nowhere with that!
COREY TAYLOR: This can’t be happening…
J.T. then makes a horns sign to the crowd as he picks up Aeolus Wrath for a piledriver, letting the blood rush to his head before he drops him with the
piledriver right on his head. J.T. then shouts “YEE-HAW!!!” as he motions to the top rope. With his legs having taken a beating in the match though, it
takes him some time to make it to the top rope.
ROB MARTINEZ: We may be seeing a HUGE upset here, ladies and gentlemen…
COREY TAYLOR: I think I’m gonna be sick…
But just before J.T. can make the splash, Aeolus kips up and hits him with a Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head as Meghan Magnolia looks concerned
by the fact that her man is sitting out cold on the turn-buckle. As Aeolus catches his breath for a moment, he springs off the top rope, going for the
Aeoshocker, but J.T. blocks it and sends Aeolus back-first on the canvas. Not hesitating, J.T. then musters up the best Top Rope Splash he can as he holds
his ribs before making the pin.
ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL YELL! J.T. Whiplash might do the unthinkable. One… Two… THREE!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! GOD NO!!!
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner… J.T. WHIPLASH!
J.T gets out of the ring, with “Simple Man” playing over the speakers as Aeolus gets up inside the squared circle, he rips the microphone from Jenny’s
hands and speaks into the cheering crowd.
AEOLUS WRATH(out of breath): So you think you are the best just because you have a pin over me?
J.T turns around, the Rebel flag waving proudly in his grasp as the crowd goes silent. J.T looks back up at Wrath.
AEOLUS WRATH: I bet you don’t have the guts to get back in this ring with me, I sure know you do not contain the intelligence to deny my request.
J.T looks at the crowd before handing the flag to his girlfriend and stepping up the ring steps. J.T steps through the ropes but Aeolus rams a knee into
the side of his head before lifting him on into the ring and delivering a vicious DDT onto the canvas. Just then, Aeolus grabs a kendo stick and starts
beating J.T. with it until Meghan covers him up. Disgusted with her, Aeolus then takes J.T.’s rebel flag and throws it over him, spitting on it several
times as the fans are immediately incensed to the point where some of the red-necks in the crowd are trying to jump over the barricade!
COREY TAYLOR: It looks like we’ve got a trailer park riot fixing to happen!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, if it does happen, I say it’s justified because here in the South, you don’t mess with the Rebel flag because many still believe the
South will rise again. And hopefully J.T. Whiplash will rise again after this!
COREY TAYLOR: Uhhh… I kinda doubt it, Rob!
Meghan Magnolia kneels over a beaten and bloodied J.T. Whiplash as she screams for help as Aeolus smirks at the damage he’s done while the EMT’s pass by
him.

Macculloch/Krusty Kid Paul vs Cuzin’ Zeke/Kumquat KidMarion
Beatdown
02-16-2010

“Dress Like A Target” hits up and from the back to boos galore are the two hated wrestlers, Macculloch

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and Krusty Kid Paul. Both men are sharing a bottle
of Mac’s finest as they saunter down to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way down to the ring, the team of KRUSTY KID PAUL and MACCULLOCH!
The familiar banjo strumming hits up and the crowd begins to cheer wildly as from the back comes their opponents, both Zeke and The Kumquat Kid.
JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing their opponents, the team of CUZIN’ ZEKE and THE KUMQUAT KID!
Where KKP and Mac paid no attention to the outstretched hands of the fans, Zeke and The Kid make sure to slap every single outstretched hand.
DING DING
Mac dives in with a right hand rocking The Kid back up against the ropes. KKP ducks under a right hook from Zeke, delivering a back handed slap to Zeke’s
skull that sends him stumbling forward. Mac with an Irish Whip, KKP with one of his own and both Zeke and The Kid slam together with a thud. KKP and Mac
laugh before delivering two beautiful bulldogs down to the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mac and KKP looking good so far.
COREY TAYLOR: Was there any doubt?
KKP pulls Kumquat Kid up to a vertical base, right fist to the jaw has The Kid in the

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corner. Mac with a leg drop, but Zeke manages to roll out of the
way and up to his knees. Paul rushes over, Zeke shoots up, spinebuster slams Paul nearly all on his neck, but Mac is getting back up, with anger burning
in his eyes. Mac rushes over, big boot sends him backwards into a neckbreaker from Kumquat. The Kid bounces back up, looking out to the crowd before hitting
the ropes, springboard moonsault onto Mac with a leg hook cover.
One…
Tw– Mac throws a shoulder up breaking the count. Zeke looks on with approval on his face. Paul with a vicious right hand to Zeke’s jaw as he swings around
with a swift kick right to the side of Zeke’s knee sending him to a kneeling position. Paul hits the ropes. The Kid comes flying over Zeke to deliver a
knee right into Paul’s face sending him back down to the canvas. The Kid helps Zeke up, pointing over to Mac who is now getting back up. Double clothesline
takes Mac over the top rope to the outside. Zeke turns his attention back to Paul who is beginning to get back up. Another double clothesline.
ROB MARTINEZ: Another clothesline.
COREY TAYLOR: Krusty ducks under hitting the ropes.
Paul slides down under the bottom rope, shaking his head before he wipes his face. Mac and Paul put their heads together, talking strategy. KKP and Mac
look up, Kumquat is airborn over the top rope with a suicide plancha taking out both men. Kumquat leaps to the railing, playing to the crowd before back
flipping off with a double knee into Mac’s midsection knocking the wind right out of him. Paul isn’t moving, but here comes Zeke to the outside, a bit
frustrated because Kumquat Kid didn’t get ahold of him sooner. Zeke pulls Paul up, Irish whip, but Paul reverses, but wait Zeke reverses again and Paul
is sent into the ringpost. Paul is stunned from the impact and the dazed look is evident on his face as he swings wildly, no target in sight. Zeke with
a quick jab to the ribs, following it up with a right fist to KKP’s jaw sending him backwards against the post.
ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and The Kid on a roll.
COREY TAYLOR: Give it time.
Kumquat yells something out, Zeke drops down to all fours as The Kid uses him as a launching pad with a scissor kick that connects solidly with the ringpost.
Kid falls to the concrete holding at his knee that took the majority of the punishment. Zeke looks up as if to say, practice and that wouldn’t happen.
Mac nails Zeke in the back of the head with a steel chair sending Zeke to the concrete on his face. Mac stands over Zeke, another chair shot, a third,
and a fourth. Mac seems to be having a great time beating the hell out of Zeke’s skull with a steel chair, but Paul says that he wants a turn, Mac hands
him the steel chair. Paul holds it high over his head, The Kid manages to kick the back of Paul’s knee causing him to drop the chair and thus protect his
partner for the moment.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Kumquat Kid with a save there.
COREY TAYLOR: It was a close call, that chair nearly hit Mac.
Mac picks up the chair, he jumps over Paul to land stradling Kumquat Kid with the chair held high. Mac brings it down as Paul is digging under the ring
for something. The Kid seems to be out cold, but Paul laughs as he pulls a table out from under the ring, he sets it up as Mac laughs with hardcore delight.
Mac turns to the secretary from his promo, she obediantly hands him a Crown Royal bag that jingles slightly from the exchange.
ROB MARTINEZ: This… can’t be good for either Zeke or The Kid.
COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be deliciously hardcore.
Mac turns, but Zeke is there with a boot to the midsection causing Mac to drop the bag. Zeke with a DDT sends Mac’s skull into the concrete, but he rolls
up quickly to take on the rampaging KKP who rushes around the ring post. Zeke with a back body sends Paul into the air and onto the concrete, on his back.
Paul holds at the lower portion of his back, a wince forming on his face. Zeke with a running knee right to the back of Paul’s skull nearly folds him in
half, but here comes The Kid with a leg drop off the table onto Paul. Zeke nods again, but there seems to be something that Zeke is pondering as this match
continues here, he seems to be thinking and sizing The Kid up. Mac, showing his hardcoreness, pushes up to his knees behind Zeke.
COREY TAYLOR: There ain’t gonna be any sheep F*bleep*king tonight.
ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it. Zeke isn’t that way.
Zeke holds at his crotch in obvious pain before hitting his knees to receive a steel chair shot to the back of his skull. Mac delivers another chair shot,
but this one to The Kid before he dumps the contents of the Crown Royal bag onto the table. Bits of glass, barbed wire, and thumbtacks scatter all over
the table, Mac is laughing maniacally as he scoop slams The Kid onto the table. Paul gets up, but Zeke powers up, showing his determination. Zeke with
a right to Paul, KKP fires one right back. Zeke and KKP are exchanging rights and lefts here beside the table as Mac flies from the top rope, sending The
Kid through the table with a body splash. Mac rolls around the remains of the table, getting all sorts of the material stuck in his skin and hair before
standing up, showing the trickling blood from the multitude of wounds. He looks over to Paul before mouthing “Give ‘em Hell” and rolling The Kid inside
the squared circle.
COREY TAYLOR: Zeke and Paul are fighting into the crowd.
ROB MARTINEZ: Paul is holding his own against Zeke, but the man from Turkey Cross is holding his own against a true NAPW legend.
Mac lifts the bloody unconscious form of The Kid up to his feet, signaling that it is over.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtic Burial!
COREY TAYLOR: Mac with the cover.
One…
Zeke turns to try and stop the cover, he runs.
Two…
Zeke hops the railing.
Three.
Too late.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Krusty Kid Paul and Macculloch!
ROB MARTINEZ: What an intense match from these two teams.
COREY TAYLOR: Zeke held his own, I hate to admit it, but he did; while The Kid needs to stay up North.
Zeke pulls the bloody Kid out of the ring, helping his tag team partner to the back, while protecting him from further harm.

Chris Casino vs Johnny Maverick
High Stakes
03-16-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!!
The crowd rise up out of there seats as, Lead into Demise by Kingdom of Sorrow, plays through the loud speakers as Johnny Maverick comes out through the
curtains.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Washington, D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, he is the challenger… JOHNNY MAVERICKKKK!
Johnny Maverick walks down to the ring, doing a few taunts and finally enters the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Johnny Maverick gets only a few boos!? What happened?
ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are liking his style.
COREY TAYLOR: WHY!!!
VINCENT BLACK: The same reason they loved to hate Hardcore Entertainment. We gave them hardcore entertainment and when we showed them what we could really
be without them, well, they hated us because they loved us so much at one time.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Las Vegas weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… He is your current Carolinas Champion! The Future… CHRISSSS
CASINO!
Immediately the fans boo, as Smooth by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hit the speakers. Chris Casino comes out from behind the curtains, with the Carolina’s
Title on his waist. Taunting the crowd, who don’t aprove of it.
COREY TAYLOR: Rob, tell those morons to stop hating on The Future.
ROB MARTINEZ: What’s wrong with you telling them?
VINCENT BLACK: Because he is a punk bitch.
Chris Casino walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. But before anything can get underway…
The lights in the arena switch to green as we can hear the new theme music of Yung Mula, “Money to Blow” featuring Birdman, Drake and Lil’ Wayne plays
loudly throughout the loudspeakers. As Yung Mula (Jer$ey, Mack and Chad Kurtis) are backstage with the roulette wheel.
COREY TAYLOR: Here they go again. What else can possibly happen tonight?
ROB MARTINEZ: We are about to find out.
JER$EY: Hold on! Hold on! Alan Stone do not ring that bell!!!
The fans cheer for Yung Mula as they can be seen on the big screen.
JER$EY: Before the match gets under way, let me tell you that High Stakes is a one of a kind show! A possible show of the year!!!
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: Don’t ya’ll agree??
The fans cheer loudly!!!
JER$EY: So why not, keep shooting for the goal? Once again, the wheel shall be spun to decide the fate for these two superstars, as well!
Chris Casino immediately goes over to Jenny Jersey and snatches the microphone.
Chris Casino: Jer$ey, Mack, Chad, Yung Mula, Yung (BLEEP) what the hell ever! Just in case you did not know. In my contract, it states that I do not have
to participate in any gimmick match, that roulette wheel is useless.
Jer$ey: Oh it is huh Chris? Since you are carrying that Carolina’s Championship, you think you can call the shots?!
Chris Casino: I know I can call all the shots. Alan, do your damn job and start this match.
Jer$ey: Hold on!!!
Jer$ey snaps his fingers as Mack pulls out his cell phone. As Jer$ey started to talk on it, to someone. His voice gets louder…
JER$EY: Oh really!? So his contract states everything, but that!?

JER$EY: No problem then. I guess I have no choice, but to do this one.

JER$EY: Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit!
Jer$ey hangs up the phone and hands it back to Mack.
JER$EY: Hey Chris! I just got off the phone with Larry Gordon. And umm… you’re right! I can not place you into any gimmick match.
The fans boo. As Chris takes off his belt, pleased by the words coming out of Jer$ey’s mouth.
JER$EY: So… with that being said… the only match that you will qualify to participate in is… an I QUIT MATCH!!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!! That’s big.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s big alright. A big stupidity.
VINCENT BLACK: Can you make any less sense Corey?
The fans go nuts, as Chris Casino’s pleased face turns to anger.
CHRIS CASINO: An I QUIT match?! I refuse to wrestle in an I Quit Match, did you just not hear what I said you idiotic embasile?
Chris Casino, throws the mic down as he takes his belt back from referee Alan Stone, before he can handle it over to the timekeeper. Then he exits the
ring.
JER$EY: If you don’t get your ass back into the ring, by the count of ten. Not only will you lose, but your championship reign will end. And Johnny Maverick
will be crown the NEWWW CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! Oh yeah Chris, Larry Gordon wanted me to tell you that the only reason you are wrestling this “I Quit” match
is because in your promos this week, you agreed to it.
The big monitor went out as Chris Casino decides his fate. Whether he’s going to wrestle and defend his title against Johnny Maverick or if he’s just going
to give up his gold to him.
Referee Alan Stone, signaled for the bell and started the count quickly.
One..
Two..
Three..
Four..
Chris contemplates what to do.
Five..
Chris continues to walk away, his back to Johnny and the ring.
Six…
Seven..
ROB MARTINEZ: Uh Oh, Johnny Maverick is going after Casino.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s just pure stupid. Why would he do that? He had an easy win.
VINCENT BLACK: Simple, he wants to f*bleep*king fight.
ROB MARTINEZ: I guess he wants to earn it.
Johnny runs towards Casino and clocks him with a elbow shot towards the back of his head. Which stuns him a bit. He then grabs his head spins him around
and starts giving him a couple of jabs to the face. Chris drops his belt and then he begins to trade blows with Johnny. As he backs Maverick, towards the
ring apron. With the two still trading blows, Chris stops Maverick’s pace with a poke to the eyes.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Chris then grabs him by the head and tights, swinging him back into the ring. He start to get a few stomps to the backside. He picks up Maverick and continues
to give him a few jabs, until he’s in the corner. He knees Maverick into the midsection three times. He then sends him flying into the opposing corner.
He quickly runs behind him to get a big splash, but Maverick side swipes him and Chris eats all of the turnbuckle.
The crowd rises.
Johnny Maverick immediately changes the pace of the match, which is in his favor now. He sends Chris into the ropes as he waits for him to come back and…
Powerslam!
Johnny Maverick goes for a cover.
Alan Stone reminds Johnny, that it’s not a pin fall match. It’s a I QUIT match. He then gets up off of Casino, and quickly heads to the microphone that
Casino dropped down earlier.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT???
CHRIS CASINO: (Catching his breath) No! You Bitch!!!!
Johnny nails him over and over with the mic.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: NOW CHRIS, DO YOU QUIT!???
CHRIS CASINO: … … I… said… NO!
Johnny tries to hit him again, but Chris kicks Johnny in a spot where no man wishes to be hit.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just wrong!
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t forget, that this is REBEL-Pro. Anything can happen.
VINCENT BLACK: He just got hit in the nads. That reminds me, it is time for Fantasy Baseball again, anyone out there interested in joining my league?
That turns the tide in the match, as Chris gets up off the mat rubbing his forehead from the repeated shots to the head from the mic. He quickly nails
Johnny with a DDT!!!
That took everything out of both men. Referee Alan Stone, looking puzzled at the moment. They both are trying to use the aide of the ring ropes. Johnny
somehow gets up first and quickly runs towards Chris, who ducks out of the way pulling the ropes down sending Johnny flying towards the mat on the outside.
Chris gets on the turnbuckle ropes and starts to taunt the crowd. As he gets nothing but boos. On the outside, Johnny is twisting and turning. Chris goes
on the outside, picks up Johnny and scoop slams him back to the floor.
ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny’s back is taking a ton of punishment here since he cam flying over the top rope.
COREY TAYLOR: Impressive huh!?
VINCENT BLACK: Seriously, I’m looking for anyone interested in playing Fantasy Baseball in 2010.
Chris goes over to the announcer’s table, grabbing a headset.
CHRIS CASINO: This is just what I do to anyone who steps into the ring with “The Future”. What do you think so far Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: Perfect!!!
ROB MARTINEZ:: Ridiculous.
CHRIS CASINO: It is perfect because Chris Casino is perfect.
Chris spots Johnny Maverick’s sudden movement and quickly heads back over to put in some more damage. As Johnny is upon his knees still kind of bending
down, Chris kicks him in the stomach. He then waits for a couple of minutes as Alan Stone tells Chris to get back in the ring. Johnny Maverick takes about
a minute to get up to his feet…
WHAMMMM!!!!!!
A SUPERKICK PLANTED by Chris Casino!
Chris Casino signals its over, as he grabs a microphone from the timekeeper and kneels down beside Johnny.
CHRIS CASINO: SAY it Johnny and the pain will end!!!
JOHNNY MAVERICK: …..I…..I…..
Before Johnny can say any more, Casino aides Johnny up to his feet.
Chris Casino: Get your ass up.
He then nails him in the face with the microphone, sending a huge THUDDD, throughout the arena. Johnny is still up although his face is upon the little
timekeeper table. Chris picks his head up and…
Bam!!!
Right back onto the table.
BAM!!!
Once more.
BAMMM!!!
And again…
Chris Casino taunts the crowd once more. He then gets into the ring to calm Alan Stone down a little bit, then immediately heads back to the outside of
the ring. Johnny is still laying upon the table, Chris Casino picks his head up…
WHAMMMMM!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: What the!!!
VINCENT BLACK: Casino just got a mouth full of ring bell ala mode.
Chris Casino eats the ring bell. He slowly falls backwards crashing to the mat. As Johnny falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath a little.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a match!
COREY TAYLOR: Before Johnny screwed up.
VINCENT BLACK: Johnny did what he had to do to get an advantage, nothing wrong with that.
With Casino still on the mat, Johnny gains momentum as he picks up Chris and shoves him back into the ring with a microphone in hand.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT!!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ………..
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I SAID DO YOU QUIT!!!
CHRIS CASINO: ………….
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I’m going to say this one more time. DO YOU QUIT!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ….
The lights went off in the arena.
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell is going on!?
With the lights off, you can hear a bunch of rumbling in the ring. But nobody can see what’s going on.
After a minute or two, the light finally comes on, with Johnny Maverick laid out. Chris is still in the same spot. As he gets up little by little, he picks
up Johnny Maverick…
ROB MARTINEZ: UH OHHH!!
THE BANKRUPT………STOPPED!!
Johnny on his little life buzz, shoved Chris into the turnbuckle. As Chris comes back hard, with a back elbow shot from the second rope! Johnny ducks out
of the way….
THHHEEE ABBBMMM!!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH S(BLEEP)!!
ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that, Another Body Murdered.
VINCENT BLACK: It’s over!
Johnny goes for the microphone once again, but before he can get over towards Chris. Someone grabs him from the outside, and he crashes to the mat. Taking
the last bit of wind from him, but Johnny still manages to get up. The mask men removed the mask.
IT’S KKP!!!
He snatches the camera from the camera man. And….
KNOCCCKEEEDDDDD!!!!
The devastating blow, messes up the camera setup. You can hear everything, but can’t see anything at all.
ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll try to get you guys another camera back up as soon as possible, because we are having a little technical difficulty at the moment.
COREY TAYLOR: KKP, knocked the hell out of Johnny Maverick.
VINCENT BLACK: We don’t have these kind of technical difficulties in my Fantasy Baseball league.
KKP picks up Johnny Maverick, as he is pouring out blood right above his left eye. KKP balls up his right fist and, K-Cutter!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap, K-Cutter!
Spyke Gein runs out to even the odds, he and KKP trade rights, back and forth. With Johnny almost out of it he rolls back into the ring, to go after Chris.
But with his back turned…..
BANKRUPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!
He then shoots for ROLLING THE HARD 7, with the microphone in hand, but Johnny counters by performing the standing arm wrench. Johnny locks in the Perfect
Armbar! Casino’s face is right beside the microphone as he dropped just a second before.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Say it Chris!
CHRIS CASINO: F*bleep*k you!
KKP heads back towards the ring, but Spyke nails him in the back of the head with a beer bottle, busting it over his head.
Johnny Maverick applies the submission harder and tighter.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Its either your arm snapping or your win streak Chris, your decision because I am not releasing this hold!
CHRIS CASINO: QUIT!! I QUITT!!!!
Alan Stone, signals for the bell but the bell isn’t in the timekeeper’s possession.
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEW Carolina’s Champion Johnny Mavvvvverick!
The fans are shocked that the returning Johnny Maverick was able to upset Chris Casino, they are in shock but immediately jump to their feet in cheers
of adoration as Casino has been dethroned of his title. They begin to laugh at Casino’s smug face, as he holds his arm and both he and KKP make their way
to the back. Spyke slides into the ring, licking the Carolinas Championship clean?
VINCENT BLACK: What is that idiot doing?
COREY TAYLOR: Who Rob?
ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps hoping the Carolinas belt is actually chocolate wrapped in gold?
VINCENT BLACK: Don’t be an idiot, Gordon would have already eaten it by now.

Chad Kurtis vs Marcus Marion
Birthday Bash 2010
04-02-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
“My Michelle” cues up.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS
MARION!
Marion emerges from the curtain, looking out at the hundreds of booing fans. He walks slowly and confidently before rolling into the ring and stretching
against the ropes.
Kid Rock cues up.
MEGA POP!
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in at—
ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to this CROWD! We can’t even hear Jenny Jersey!
COREY TAYLOR: So long as we can still see her, all is good with the world.
JENNY JERSEY: –the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE SHOW’ CHAD KURTIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t hear myself think!
COREY TAYLOR: The mouse on the wheel inside your head must be a Chad Kurtis fan too.
Kurtis, World Title on his shoulder, strolls down to the ring, slapping the hands of every fan along the way. He drops the belt at the timekeeper’s table
before rolling into the ring. He goes to his corner and stretches, his eyes locked on his opponent.
DING DING
The competitors for the championship of the world lock-up mid-ring. Marion pushes Kurtis into the ropes. Kurtis pushes back into the opposite ropes, release.
Chop! Chop! Irish whip, reversed! Kurtis off of the ropes, Marion ducks his head, Kurtis somersaults on his back, grabbing his underarms and applying a
crucifix!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Kurtis back to his feet as Marion stands. Slap! Chop! Chop! Kurtis whips him into the corner, Marion hits it. Kurtis whips him across the ring, Marion
reverses, sending Kurtis into turnbuckle front first. Kurtis stumbles back, roll-up from behind!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Marion quickly applies headscissors to Kurtis, clenching his throat. Kurtis attempts to get out to no avail. Marion sprawls and applies a side headlock.
As he wrenches it, Kurtis slowly gets to his feet. Kurtis with a back suplex—no! Marion flips backwards. Marion with a short-arm clothesline, ducked by
Kurtis! Kurtis reverses it into a hammerlock, twisting his arm. But Marion snapmares him over. Marion runs off of the ropes, Kurtis stays low, Marion hops
over him. Kurtis stands… hits Marion with an arm-drag takedown! Marion to his feet… another arm-drag takedown! He pulls Marion up. Armringer! He holds
onto his arm and with his other: knife edge chop! Another! Another! Marion reverses into an armringer of his own. He twists it around once, twice… Kurtis
cartwheels and flips Marion onto his back!
ROB MARTINEZ: If we were scoring this contest, up until that move right there, it was a dead heat!
COREY TAYLOR: Really? I always keep a tally here and right now I have Marion winning by a landslide.
Kurtis holds onto his arm and wraps his legs around it, applying a serious armbar. But before he can really cinch it in, Marion finds his eyeball with
his two longest fingers. Kurtis releases the hold, his hands on his face. Marion rises quickly, off of the ropes… dropkick to Kurtis’ face!
COREY TAYLOR: Let the Revolution commence!
Marion plants a foot on the back of Kurtis’ knee. Knee stomp! Another! A third! He switches legs. Kurtis tries to get up to no avail. Three more knee stomps!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis’ knee problems are well-documented. Marion is taking advantage!
COREY TAYLOR: It’s a dog eat dog world! And Marcus Marion likes his meat!
ROB MARTINEZ: …
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we’ll edit that out for the DVD.
Marion places both feet on the back of Kurtis’ knees. And he pulls up on his arms. Kurtis cries out in pain, his legs and arms stretching like a guillotine.
Marion pulls back, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Somehow, Kurtis is able to get one knee up. He slowly pushes up, releasing his second leg. Kurtis
grabs Marion’s hands and spins around, forcing Marion to twist around… neckbreaker! But both men quickly get to their feet, Marion dropkicks Kurtis’ knee,
sending him to the ground, stopping only then to grab his neck from the previous move.
ROB MARTINEZ: Amazing action these opening minutes!
COREY TAYLOR: Not one steel chair? Not one table? What is this? NAPooW?
ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t sell REBEL short! We’ve always been home to technical masters!
Marion grabs his right leg, bends it and drops a knee into it, before applying a vicious kneelock. Kurtis hollers and tries to attack Marion with his arms
but with little success. Finally, Kurtis is able to get his free leg past Marion’s head and then at the side of his skull with a swift kick. Marion falls
to the side, clutching his face as Kurtis gets to his feet. Marion stands just in time to be chopped once, twice, three times! Roaring elbow! A second
one! Marion falls against the turnbuckle. Kurtis runs back to the opposite corner and charges in with a flying knee aimed for Marion’s head, but Marion
ducks out of the way just in time and Kurtis hits it full-on!
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, good work, Chad. Use your injured knee to attack someone when that someone happens to be one of the fastest ring generals since Michael
Massacre. We may have a talented world champion, but he is about as intelligent as that toothless hick behind me.
ROB MARTINEZ: One, Chad Kurtis has always been a daredevil. And two, that toothless hick pays your salary!
COREY TAYLOR: No need to name call. Maybe his teeth are just really small.
Kurtis immediately falls to the ground, holding his clutched knee. Marion smiles and raises his arms high into the air, drawing the ire of the fans. He
goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He rolls back into the ring and immediately brings the chair down on Kurtis’ wounded knee! Kurtis grabs it
and cries out on pain!
COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bullshit! REBEL Pro!
He charges again but Kurtis rolls forward… drop toe hold! Marion falls, the chair sandwiched between the ring and his skull as he crashes down. Kurtis
rolls to the ropes and attempts to pull himself up, holding his knee, clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion rises. He calls out the champion’s name before
planting a STIFF kick to his face! Kurtis falls near the turnbuckle. Marion goes to the outside and reaches back in, grabbing Kurtis’ ankles. Figure-four
around the ringpost!
ROB MARTINEZ: There will come a point when Chad Kurtis will have to decide if he really wants to keep that strap if it means his career is over!
Kurtis is screaming, refusing to tap out, but clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion nods his head, blood trickling down his forehead from the drop toe
hold, applying as much pressure as possible. Kurtis grabs onto the bottom-rope, attempting to use the leverage to escape but to no avail. The fans are
chanting his name, but there is little he can do!
COREY TAYLOR: Marcus Marion is the fastest-rising star we’ve seen since Derrick Steele!
ROB MARTINEZ: I cannot argue with you there.
Kurtis manages to swing himself outside of the ring, pulling Marion up into the ringpost, where his groin hits it hard! Marion rolls back onto the cement,
grabbing himself, screaming. Kurtis hops onto one knee and catches Marion as he rises. STARMAKER! ON THE OUTSIDE! He takes a moment to examine his injured
knee, then rolls him in. COVER!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis! Chad Kurtis! Never count that man out!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Kurtis gets to his feet, limping around the ring, slapping his chest, pumping the excited fans up. He climbs the turnbuckle with some difficulty… SHOOTING
STAR PRESS! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Kurtis shakes his head in disbelief but doesn’t waste a moment bringing Marion to his feet. He pushes him into the corner then whips him across the ring.
He runs in but Marion gets a foot up! Kurtis staggers back, Marion runs in with a clothesline. Ducked by Kurtis! Superkick from the world champ! Marion
falls to his knees. Kurtis off of the ropes, running knee strike to Marion’s head! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Kurtis now going up top again. Again favoring his foot, but he ignores the pain and climbs slowly. But Marion gets to his feet. And he dropkicks the turnbuckle,
shaking it and forcing Kurtis to land spread eagle! Kurtis cries out in pain as Marion climbs up… SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX!
COREY TAYLOR: Never count Marcus Marion out!
Crawling cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Marion picks up the steel chair, visibly frustrated. He jams it into the knee—NO! Kurtis rolls out of the way and manages to get to the outside. Marion
drops the chair. Baseball slide dropkick to Kurtis… who moves out of the way! Fists of fury from both men! Marion with a kick to the gut. Irish whip… reversed!
Marion hits the guard rail! Kurtis runs in, Marion ducks his head. Kurtis runs up his back, SHOWTIME OFF OF THE GUARD RAIL TO THE CEMENT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Kurtis slowly gets to his feet, drawing amazing cheers from the fans. He rolls Marion into the ring and follows him in. Kurtis forced to take his time,
trying not to injure his knee any more than necessary. Kurtis grabs Marion for the CK FINALE! But Marion spins around and lifts Kurtis up with his neck…
HUGE SPINEBUSTER SLAM!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion clearly prepared for Chad Kurtis’ entire moveset!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s why they call him revolutionary!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s just what he calls himself…
Both men on the mat, trying to regain their composure. Marion wipes the blood from his eyes and tries to shake off the effects of the Showtime. Kurtis
tries to get the wind that was knocked out of him back in. Marion rises first. And goes up the turnbuckle as Kurtis stands and turns around… flying clothesline!
Marion picks up Kurtis… he’s going for the REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! Kurtis gets Marion up in the air with his NECK! RUNNING SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis one-ups his challenger! Amazing action here tonight!
CHAD KURTIS: That’s right! I did!
Marion rolling around, clutching his back as Kurtis limps around, soaking up massive cheers. Kurtis with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
KICKOUT!
Kurtis grabs Marion’s head. He’s bringing him up top!
Kurtis fails to get Marion into a CK FINALE 2.0 position. Marion and Kurtis exchange blows! Neither able to get the advantage. Finally, Marion locks Kurtis
for a DDT. But Kurtis elbows out of it! Kurtis with a knee to the gut and he locks in a DDT of his own! But Marion elbows out of it! They exchange vicious
headbutts, Marion’s blood spreading to Kurtis’ forehead! Kurtis with a knee to the gut… DDT! NO! MARION HOOKS KURTIS ON HIS WAY DOWN! BOTH MEN DDT’D TO
THE OUTSIDE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
ROB MARTINEZ: NO! NO! This match can’t end like that! NO! NO!
COREY TAYLOR: MARION, GET UP! ROLL HIM IN AND PIN HIM!
The referee checks both men, wondering if the match can go on. Neither competitor stirs. Each bleeding from gashes on their foreheads.
ROB MARTINEZ: You know what, I take back what I said before. If it means these men can continue their careers, I say call the match now.
Slowly, both men get to their feet. Massive applause from the audience.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: These men are MONSTERS!
COREY TAYLOR: Look, I know I am a sarcastic ass, but I can’t believe these two are continuing!
Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Roaring elbow from Kurtis! Another! A third! Marion stumbles
back into a steel chair. Instinctively, he picks it up and brings it down on Kurtis’ skull! Kurtis staggers… but does not fall! Marion lifts the chair…
Kurtis kicks him in the gut! He grabs the chair. Swings it! CRACK! Marion nearly drops to the ground but somehow remains on his feet. A second swing… Marion
with a kick to the gut! Steals the chair back! He swings it! Kurtis ducks, the chair bounces off the corner of the ring apron. Kurtis with an ASAI MOONSAULT
OUT OF NOWHERE! NO! Marion catches him in mid-air! He goes for some type of suplex but Kurtis follows through with a headscissors takedown! Marion hits
the cement hard as Kurtis leaps onto the ring apron once more. 450 SPLASH! NO! Marion gets his knees up just in time! Marion gets to his feet before Kurtis
is able to. Kurtis walks right into a huge belly-to-belly suplex!
ROB MARTINEZ: That cement is UNFORGIVING!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve never apologized to it, not even for the time I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.
Marion takes a moment to argue with one of the many booing fans before attempting to apply a figure-four to Kurtis. Kurtis kicks him away. Marion stomps
on his head and attempts to pick him up. Kurtis with a shot to the gut! Another! A third! He gets to his feet! Punch after punch to Marion! Marion blocks
it. Punch after punch to Kurtis! Kurtis falls back, Marion charges forward with a huge lariat but Kurtis ducks it! Kurtis with a HUGE spinning heel kick!
Kurtis picks Marion up and tries to roll him back into the ring. But Marion fires a succession of elbows into the champ’s gut! Marion with a jawbreaker
that sends Kurtis reeling. Marion goes after Kurtis, who spins around, kicks him in the gut… SNAP FISHERMAN’S BUSTER!
COREY TAYLOR: Michael Massacre was RIGHT! We should have put mats on the outside of the ring like those RESPECTABLE feds do!
ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved our extreme style?
COREY TAYLOR: Not when it threatens the Revolution!
Kurtis rolls him into the ring. He picks Marion up. CK FINALE! NO! Marion reverses into a back body drop! NO! Kurtis with a SUNSET FLIP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Marion kicks forward, hooking Kurtis’ legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! NO! SO CLOSE!
Both to their feet. Clotheslines take down each of them!
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: I have to agree with our fans! What a MATCH!
COREY TAYLOR: I thought they were complimenting my haircut?
Both get to their feet. Marion runs in with a clothesline, Kurtis ducks. Marion off of the ropes, caught by Kurtis with a HURRICANRANA ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE– NO! NO!
Both men to their feet. Slap to the face from Marion. Slap to the face from Kurtis! Slap! Slap! Kurtis with an Irish whip, reversed into a short-arm clothesline,
Kurtis ducks under the arm. Waistlock. Marion with an elbow. Another. Another. Breaks it! Marion off of the ropes. Another HURRICANRANA! NO! This time
Marion reverses into a POWER BOMB!
And in the middle of the ring… he locks on the FIGURE-FOUR!
Kurtis flipping out, slamming his arms but verbally refusing to submit. His knee feeling more pressure than it ever has in his entire career. His flailing
slowly stops. The referee raises his arm…
ONCE.
TWICE.
THREE.
ROB MARTINEZ: Nothing Chad Kurtis could do! He fought and fought and fought–
NO! Kurtis hulks up! And he reverses it into a SHARPSHOOTER! He wrenches it, screaming out, blood trickling down his face as Marion tries to ignore the
pain. But Marion is able to re-reverse it back into the FIGURE FOUR! Kurtis again flails but slowly begins losing consciousness… his arm raised:
ONCE!
TWICE!
THREE!
COREY TAYLOR: FINALLY!
NO! NO! HULK UP! Kurtis with a punch to Marion! AGAIN! A THIRD TIME! A FOURTH! A FIFTH! The hold BREAKS! Kurtis tries to pull himself up by the ropes but
is clearly having a great deal of trouble. The referee asks if he wants to continue and he cries out: (BLEEP) YES! Marion Irish whips Kurtis into the opposite
ropes, he bounces off. DROPKICK TO HIS KNEE!
Kurtis falls to the mat, holding his knee, hollering. Marion picks him up. REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! NO! Kurtis gets him up on his SHOULDERS! Marion tries
to elbow out but Kurtis has him up high! But Kurtis’ knee buckles and he falls to the ground before he can finish the maneuver!
COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis should have done more squats!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marion has been working on his injured knee ALL MATCH!
Kurtis screams, on bended knee, examining where the pain is coming from and what, if anything, he can do right now to stop it. Marion picks up the steel
chair. SWING! BUT KURTIS DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! Kurtis springs to his feet. Kick to the gut! CK FINALE! CK FINALE!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how he did it, but… BEAUTIFUL EXECUTION!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s paying the price now!
Kurtis rolls around on the ground, unable to stand. Marion is knocked out in the middle of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: There is no doubt that if Chad Kurtis can get over to Marcus Marion that this match will be over!
COREY TAYLOR: Hate to admit it, but you’re right.
Thirty seconds pass. Forty. Fifty. A minute. Finally, Kurtis begins using the rope to get up, attempting to get to Marion to make a cover. He limps slowly
towards him, favoring his knee. And his knee gives out again! He falls!
ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t even CRAWL!
Marion springs to life, grabs Kurtis… REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THAT’S IT!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!
The response from the fans is a mix of booing and generous applause for the nearly forty-minute effort from both competitors. Jenny hands the World Title
to the new champ who holds it up high! Chad Kurtis refuses help from the medical technicians and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Marion helps him. Kurtis
nods appreciatively. Smirk from Marion… and he RUNS CHAD OVER WITH THE TITLE BELT! He holds the belt up high as the applause is replaced with MASSIVE booing!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH COME ON! Shake the guy’s hand, don’t do THAT! What a SCUMBAG!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey! That’s our World Champion! Show some respect!
Marion lays the boot to Kurtis who is helpless in the middle of the ring.
HERE COMES JT WHIPLASH AND MATTHEW KURTIS! They storm the ring. Whiplash and Marion exchange blows, while Matthew helps Chad up.
HERE COMES THE FREAK! He kicks out connecting with Matthew’s skull before turning to kick Whiplash’s knee. Marion and The Freak lay the boots to Whiplash!
HERE COMES JER$EY AND MACK! As they enter the ring, Marion and The Freak exit. Marion walks back up the aisleway, patting his World Title as Yung Mula
check on Whiplash and Kurtis. The Freak grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, takes a swig…
AND BASHES IT OVER THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Marion falls, his face landing square in a discarded nacho cheese container. The Freak smiles as the confused fans look on.
ROB MARTINEZ: CHAOS! CHAOS! This is what happens when MARCUS MARION is the CHAMPION of the WORLD!
COREY TAYLOR: That sip of beer really affected The Freak!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know who is on who’s side now, but I know this, we have a new world champion and a new era has begun in REBEL Pro Wrestling. I also
know that, despite that bitter ending, that match was incredible!
COREY TAYLOR: Damn straight. Can I go home now?
ROB MARTINEZ: Please.
COREY TAYLOR: Can I have a ride?
ROB MARTINEZ: (sighing) Again? I thought you fixed your car?
COREY TAYLOR: I bet it that Marion would defeat Kurtis in under thirty minutes.
ROB MARTINEZ: Geez… well, this is Rob Martinez. For Corey Taylor, have a good night and see you next week!

Super Rampage 12-17-2010

Santa comes flying across the screen, the reindeer made out of barbed wire and Santa is waving a steel chair around over his head. Big plumes of exhaust billow out of the back of the sleigh as though they are afterburners on a jet.

“Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling!”

The feed immediately statics and shows the traditional Robinson Pro logo, the feed once again having been hacked to provide something from the Rebel Pro Coalition.

JON MCDANIEL: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, we’re just about to get underway with our triple threat contest for the evening. All three competitors are standing by being checked over by the referee and waiting for the bell. Before we get to that though, I have the great displeasure of introducing my special co-commentator for this next match.

He sighs her name.

JON MCDANIEL: Lisa Seldon.

LISA SELDON: Well gee Jon, thanks for the glowing introduction. Even after I sent that shit stain Taylor guy packing.

JON MCDANIEL: Better the devil you know.

LISA SELDON: To be honest I didn’t even come out here to ruin the match tonight. If anything I wanted to talk to you.

JON MCDANIEL: Really.

LISA SELDON: Yeah! Assuming big Rob takes the dive tonight, which we all know is totally his thing; this could be your last R-Pro show. How is that going to make you feel?

JON MCDANIEL: Well I certainly won’t miss all the extra travelling, but to be honest, I’ve grown quite fond of some of the competitors here. There’s a lot of heart in them and some real untapped talent in their locker rooms. And so while I’m well aware I was brought here by Robinson so he could show everyone just how in charge he was, I’d like to think our presence at least brought a few fans with it and left them wanting more from this little independent promotion. And if this is my last show I honestly wish them all the best.

LISA SELDON: What a wonderful sentiment… now back to ruining this match.

The bell sounds and Jaice immediately cuts up the ring with a Dropkick that catches Thompson flush and sends him through the ropes. Jaice then jumps back to his feet and into a kick the gut from Gary that sets him up for the Stunner, but Jaice is able to push him off and toss out a kick of his own. Gary catches it and spins him away, only for Jaice to whip ‘round and nail him with an Enzugiri that puts Gary to a knee. Meanwhile Eric gathers himself up in the isle way.

LISA SELDON: So I know you’re meant to be watching this match and I’m supposed to be putting everyone down, but I can’t get by the fact that there’s a guy trying to wrestle a match wearing an Armani suit.

JON MCDANIEL: Yes, always thought it was a bit showy.

Brian Rentfro: Wanktastic is the term I’d have used.

Jaice hits the ropes and comes back with a Moonsault off the second, only for Gary to take a step to the side and let him hit the mat. Jaice lands hard and pops back up onto all fours, allowing Gary to score a running headkick that snaps him up right and lets him follow up with a Snap DDT.

JON MCDANIEL: First cover of the night!

1

2

Jaice out early on the two.

Jaice rolls a shoulder to escape, prompting Gary to go with him and pull Jaice up off the mat. He backs him to the ropes and scores a couple right hands before pitching him across the ring. Gary then throws a Clothesline as Jaice returns, but he ducks under and scores with a Neckbreaker from behind. Jaice then jumps back up, hits the ropes and this time scores with the Moonsault across Gary’s chest.

Jaice Wild scores with the Lionsault and holds on for the pin.

1

2

JON MCDANIEL: And Eric sweeps his leg from outside.

LISA SELDON: You ever wonder how Rebel Pro manages to house so many millionaires yet still remain in the shit.

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure they’re probably wondering how the PWA manages to be a success despite housing so many neurotic, melodramatic, sociopaths.

LISA SELDON: It’s because we’re the exact kind of people who excel at beating each other to death for fame and attention and no one minds when we get hurt.

Eric leaps back into the ring and scores a running knee to the back of Jaice’s head that knocks him out the ring. Eric then stalks his remaining opponent, allowing Gary to peel himself off the mat before he leaps in and rips him off his feet with the Ace Crusher.

JON MCDANIEL: The Cash Out! And this one is done.

Eric rolls Gary off his front and drops down into the cover.

1

2

LISA SELDON: Whoa…

JON MCDANIEL: My God.

Seconds off the count Jaice comes in off the top and annihilates Eric with the Aerial Ace, bringing his head down like a guillotine across the back of his head. Eric pops up off his knees and staggers around the ring, right toward Jaice who easily sweeps out the bigger man’s legs.

JON MCDANIEL: Eric Thompson is in a world of trouble. He’s running off fumes at this point.

LISA SELDON: Man that was one superfluous high-flying strike.

JON MCDANIEL: Don’t you mean superlative?

LISA SELDON: Nope.

Eric can barely get his hands up to block and does nothing at all to stop Jaice charging forward with two feet in the air and crashing them down into Eric’s face with a leaping Double Stomp that puts him flat out.

JON MCDANIEL: He’s done it. He’s put Eric on his back and out cold, and Gary is still out from the Ace Crusher.

LISA SELDON: Guess my Rebel Pro return is going to be a lot shorter than expected.

Jaice with the cover.

1

2

3!!

JON MCDANIEL: And this one is all over!

The referee calls for the bell as Jaice bounds to his feet and leaps up to the top-rope. He then raises an arm to the fans and earns a cheer before leaping off in a backflip toward the centre of the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Can you do that?

LISA SELDON: Yeah but probably with two more flips and an in-flight movie.

Jaice then takes up another corner and raises a hand to the fans once again, which earns another cheer and sees us out.

LISA SELDON: Well, smashing could time Jon but I’m afraid I’m outta here.

JON MCDANIEL: Why are you here anyway?

LISA SELDON: Oh, you know, nothing a mere citizen like yourself need worry about.

Larry Gordon stands center ring, the microphone held in his hand as the crowd’s buzzing dies down.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, as per the contract signed by Mr. Robinson last week, I’m allowed a bit of air time in order to get some things done.”

He looks around a moment.

“Many of you may be seeing your final Rebel Pro resistence here tonight because I assure you that if the Rebel Pro Coalition los, there will be no more Rebel Pro.”

Boos from the crowd.

“So here on the last show of 2010 and perhaps the last Rebel Pro mentioning ever here in the Carolinas, let me introduce the first member of the 2010 Class of Rebel Pro Icons!”

“Smooth” hits up in the speakers and there is a mixed reaction for the man coming down the aisle. Casino steps up into the ring and receives the microphone from Larry Gordon.

CASINO: If you had asked me a few years ago if I would ever end up wrestling for REBEL, let alone receiving this tremendous award I would have called you crazy. But over the last few years I’ve grown up a lot and I’ve seen the hard work and the dedication from both the boys in the back to the people who help bring REBEL to your towns each and every week. Now I know it’s supposedly called, ‘Robinson pro’ but this is my damn speech and I’m going to call this promotion not by it’s ‘slave’ name but by the name it’s made famous. REBEL. People often mistake REBEL for being nothing more than a ‘garbage’ fed. A promotion that uses violence just for the sake of violence. Hell I’ll admit, the first few years this place was open I too thought REBEL was beneath me. But after almost a year of wrestling here, I’ve come to discover that while we have our ‘garbage’ guys, we also have some of the most talented in ring workers I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. Chad Kurtis, Johnny Maverick, Marcus Marion and even that fool Jacob Venar are all outstanding wrestlers. Hell look at some of the former World Champions, Rex Caliber and ‘Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just to name two guys that are prime examples of the technically sound wrestlers that are sometimes overlooked by others.

CASINO: But enough about them, this is about me baby! Former World Heavyweight Champion. Former Carolinas Champion and a former two time World Tag Team Champion. Not to damn shabby for someone who has been here for about 11 months. No one before, and I doubt no one after me will accomplish so much in so little time. I know that at times I can come off as, well, an ass, but let’s face it, I’m the best wrestler in REBEL boys and girls. I’ve beaten everyone this promotion has put in my path and I’ll keep doing so until I regain the World Title. I want you all to know that I love you fans for giving me grief and keeping me honest. I want to thank the boys in the back for busting their asses against me and making me a better wrestler, and I want to thank the people who watch our TV shows and buy our merchandise. Not all of the people that work here were born with a platinum spoon in their mouths like yours truly. In closing, thank you for this great honor and I’ll continue being the ass you love to hate for as long as you’ll have me around!

The crowd slowly stand up, clapping and catch Casino off-guard. Chris looks around and is receiving a standing ovation as Larry Gordon is clapping as well. Casino holds his gold steel Chair plaque up high for the crowd.

“THANK YOU CHRIS! THANK YOU CHRIS! THANK YOU CHRIS! THANK YOU CHRIS!”

A commercial fills the screen showing The Freak holding court behind a table where vintage Freak Show, Freak t-shirts as well as DVDs and posters are being sold.

FREAK: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, come one come all to purchase the new Freak t-shirt, showing the true form of Jacob Venar!

On mass the fans move in towards the table where The Freak is holding up the black t-shirt. On the front…

FREAK: As you can see, this is the front of the shirt…

The image is that of Jacob Venar on his knees, his back to the outside.

FREAK: And on the back…

Freak turns the shirt around to show Jacob, still on his knees mouthing an organ not shown. Underneath the image…

“How he really got the World Title.”

FREAK: Only $10.95 and get them while they’re hot, just in time for the Holidays!

Many people hold up money in order to get a shirt.

“Send me an Angel” by Zeromancer hits the speakers to a thunderous silence as Damian Dragonette makes his way to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Introducing first from Phoenix, Arizona, Damian Dragonette!

“Send me an Angel” is replaced by Arcturus’ Chaos Path as the silence is replaced by scattered cheers.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent, hailing from Jefferson City, Missouri… Derrick Figgins!

Both men are standing in the ring, staring each other down. The ref calls for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Dragonette rushes in for a quick clothesline, Figgins ducks and counters with a leg sweep that sends the bigger man down to the mat. Derrick follows quickly with an elbow drop… and Damian rolls out of the way. Both men back on their feet, they move in for an collar and elbow tie up, Figgins with a hammerlock. Dragonette rolls through the hold but Derrick rolls with him, keeping the arm in place.

COREY TAYLOR: Boring!

JON MCDANIEL: oh, come on, show some respect will you.

Figgins transitions the hammerlock into a side headlock. Dragonette a side suplex to break the hold. Damian is first back to his feet. He brings Derrick back to a vertical base and goes for a gut wrench suplex. No… Derrick Figgins flips through the suplex, landing on his feet! Damian turns to face Figgins, Dazing Razor! Damian Dragonette is out cold! Derrick runs towards the corner… BDS! And the cover.

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Ding, ding, ding.

ERIC EMERSON: And here is your winner, Derrick Figgins!

“Chaos Path” once again hits the speakers as Derrick celebrates his victory in the ring. His music gets cut off and replaced by Five Finger Death Punch’s Meet The Monster as The Monster of the Midway, Shut Down makes his way to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Now what does this big idiot want.

JON MCDANIEL: I have no clue what so ever, but do you want to tell him he can’t have it?

COREY TAYLOR: …

Shut Down steps over the top rope and grabs the Mic from Emerson.

SHUT DOWN: First off Derrick, I apologize for cutting short your victory celebration, even more so since this has nothing to do with you but there’s something that needs to be said.

Derrick gives Shut Down a scathing look as he leaves the ring. Shut Down turns and looks at the just raising Damian Dragonette… Shut Down with a vicious boot to the head of Dragonette.

SHUT DOWN: I am sick to death of all these people coming in to MY promotion with out an ounce of respect for either this sport or the other guys on the roster.

Shut Down picks Dragonette and delivers The Shake Machine.

SHUT DOWN: One promo. That’s all it takes. Just three to five minutes out of your pathetic lives to show that you truly want to be here.

Security starts to surround the ring but none want to challenge the big man. Shut Down throws the Mic down and places Dragonette in to The Full Nelson. After a minute or two he releases the hold and walks calmly to the locker room.

“Alcohol” hits up in the speakers and the fans boo immediately, but also mix in a few cheers as from the back walks Bubba J and then…

“Carbomb” hits up in the speakers and out walks a smiling Vincent Black, the two walking smugly and confident down to the ring. Bubba J grabs a microphone from Eric Emerson then begins to speak…

“So Eric, you moonlighting in Rebel Pro now?!”

Eric goes to answer.

“I didn’t mean for you to answer you piece of shit! You aren’t Rebel Pro material! You aren’t even Robinson Pro material because you like your suits, you like your tuxes, you like your fancy hairdos and these fans here!”

Bubba J indicates the assembled crowd.

“They like violence, they like blood, they like fighting… while they may hate Vincent and myself… they love Hardcore Entertainment baby…”

Bubba J glares at Eric.

“So you just take your cavair eating, whine drinking, stuffy ass on to the land of Shut The Hell Up and we’ll at least get along.”

The crowd roar in approval, Bubba J and Vincent a little taken aback from the pop; they look at each other. Bubba J and Vincent shrug.

“But for tonight, we’ve got the honor, the privelege, the distinction of introducing the very first member of the 2010 Class of Rebel Icons…”

“ON MY WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND…”

The fans rise to their feet and give a mixed reaction…

“I’M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!
HIGHWAY TO HELL!
HIGHWAY TO — !”

Nobody appears, and then on the guitar slide… Inferno and Shoe pop through the curtain! Both men are grinning broadly and wearing classy, dark, pin-striped suits, each with a fiery red scarf in the breast pocket. Curly locks flowing, Shoe winks & smiles, ever the cheshire charmer, at lady-types on the way to ringside, while Inferno’s eyes gleam with barely contained mania, his prematurely silver hair almost glinting under the hot ringlights. They enter the ring and embrace Bubba J and Vincent Black. as some fans applaud respectfully, some cheer, and many boo and jeer. Shoe admires his reflection in his REBEL ICONS steel chair plaque, then takes the microphone.

SHOE: Friendly peoples! Y’know something, we come before you today not just your superiors, not just elite, not just the sexiest dang World Tag Champions of all time… but deservedly and finally recognized as true freakin’ ICONS!

Bubba and Vince laugh as the crowd begins to boo more. Shoe hands the mic to a twitching Inferno.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHA! They said — THEY SAID — that we would never be back! They SAID we couldn’t do it! They said THEY SAID that our time! Had! PASSED! But we came in… we came in and we did exactly what we said we were going to do! HAHAHAHAHA! GREATEST — REBEL PRO — TAG CHAMPS OF ALL TIME! Nobody — NOBODY has beaten more teams than us! NOBODY — spilled more BLOOD than us! NOBODY has had the single impact on tag team wrestling than the GREAT ALASKAN NINJA!

SHOE: You mean NINJA…SSSSS.

INFERNO: The plural of ninja is NINJA, yeah baby! HA HA HA.

SHOE: Geez, you know you nekkid under dem eyebrows? Now with the single exception of our two good & great sock-wearing friends here Vincent Black & Bubba J, the amazing team known as HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT, and we COLLECTIVELY KNOWN AS THE GLOBAL ENTITY KNOWN AS THE EXTREME ELITE… what was I saying? You wanna talk about icons, brother, you got your ICONS right here! Some of the best tag teams in all of wrestling here… The Dark Market? Beat ‘em! Tossed ‘em out of REBEL Pro and it took YEARS for them to crawl back! The Foundation? Hey, first or not, we took ‘em out. And they were DONE, they were NEVER THE SAME. Black Underground Railroad? Okay, they held the belts just days longer than us… but we beat THEM, we broke them UP, we tossed ‘em into barbed wire from high atop a sockin’ scaffold and they were NEVER THE SAME, brother. The Young Leons, geez, that was just record padding, but they were NEVER THE SAME. Mikey Massacre & Nick Everhardt…

Shoe pauses, grinning, then holds the mic for Inferno.

INFERNO: NEVER THE SAME.

SHOE: Not even close, nahhhh. The Great Puma II? Put his ass out of wrestling, the Billy Kryenik & Chad Kurtis? Oh, we beat ‘em… didn’t we, Inferno?

INFERNO: And Billy Kryenik’s face was NEVER THE SAME. HA HA HA!

SHOE: Some people said a frikkin’ fireball to the face was too much, but that is just how the GAN-MOBILE 5200 ROLLS. We held those tag team titles with pride, we came in, we changed it, and REBEL PRO WRESTLING… was NEVER THE SAME.

The fans are largely booing at this point, when Shoe suddenly loses his smile and stares directly into the hard camera, eyes serious.

SHOE: REBEL… Pro Wrestling. REBEL… Pro Wrestling. We were REBELS, Bubba J, he’s a damn REBEL, Vincent Black, you know this tall son of a sock-wearing BITCH is a REBEL…

INFERNO: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! HAHAHAHAHA! THE REBEL — PRO WRESTLING! RIGHT HERE IN THIS VERY BUILDING WE MADE REBEL MOMENTS! WE MADE REBEL HISTORY! REBEL — HAHAHA — REBEL LEGENDS! REBEL PRO WRESTLING! REBEL PRO WRESTLING! And we come in here tonight be to be HONORED! AS THE SINGLE-GREATEST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS IN REBEL HISTORY! AS THE BLOODY ICONS — WE SO! RIGHTFULLY! ARE! HAHAHAHA! AND WE WALK IN, WE WALK IN — !

SHOE: And we see something on the goddamn marquee, we see everywhere, we see… “Robinson” Pro Wrestling.

The fans boo but seem to be taken aback by the direction the GAN are going in…

SHOE: Y’see sexy ninja superstar supporters… For half a year WE were the entire f’n show, we made things happen, we put ASSES IN THE SEATS because whether you cheered us, or you booed us, you knew you were getting getting the elite in all extreme pro wrestling, you knew you were getting EVERYTHING WE SOCKDAMN HAD. And we did it all for REBEL Pro Wrestling. For the REBEL World Tag Team Titles. NOT ROBINSON PRO BLAH BLAH WHO CARES. REBEL! REBEL PRO! REBEL! You loved us, you hated us, it didn’t matter because you CARED, because you knew that REBEL WAS GONNA FREAKIN’ RULE. And now… now you got some egomaniac running the joint, ruining the legacy. We ARE REBEL ICONS, and you better damn well believe it. Robinson Pro Wrestling? What a joke! You ain’t earned NOTHIN’, you ain’t ANYTHING if you’re a -Robinson- Pro champion.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHA. TONIGHT — TONIGHT — THE REBEL ALLIANCE FIGHTS FOR THE RIGHT TO REBEL RULES, FOR THE RIGHT — HAHAHAHA — TO CALL THIS THE “REBEL ARENA” — CHAD KURTIS! MATTHEW KURTIS! WE MAY HATE YOUR BLEEDIN’ GUTS —

SHOE: Oh, and we do!

INFERNO: But tonight, ONE NIGHT ONLY, THE GREAT ALASKAN NINJA — THE GREATEST REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPS OF ALL TIME — TRUE REBEL ICONS — WILL CHEER YOU ON! HAHA! REBEL PRO WILL LIVE! THE REBEL PRO WE BUILT WITH OUR BLOOD! SWEAT! TEARS! BILLY KRYENIK’S CHARRED FACE! WILL LIVE ON! IT WILL SURVIVE! REBEL WILL RULE! ROBINSON PRO…

WILL BURNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

SHOE: Tell ‘em, Inferno. When all is said and done, brother, tonight, tomorrow, and FOREVER, our legacy will live on… in REBEL PRO WRESTLING! And Pantheon, you know what you can do? You can do *NOTHING*.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!

AC/DC picks back up and the Extreme Elite hit all four corners of the ring. The crowd isn’t sure how they feel about Inferno & Shoe, but they respond to their white-hot fury, their unbridled passion, their sheer BELIEF in REBEL. PRO. WRESTLING.

And the chant rings out.

“REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!”

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall…..

‘The Lonely and Faded Away’ by Dax Johnson hits the PA and the Asian sensation emerges from the back.

ERIC EMERSON: Hailing from Japan and weighing in at 220 lbs….Kuraudo Shinzou!!!

Karudo enters the ring and gets a lukewarm reaction from the crowd.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent….

‘Slip It In’ by Black Flag blasts through the PA and the crowd pops for their favorite ex-porn star!

ERIC EMERSON: Hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!

Blue enters the ring, gives a wiggle to her fans and a wink to the young Asian man.

JON MCDANIEL: Last week Karudo was very impressive, but he’ll be tested this week!

COREY TAYLOR: If anyone should be tested it’s Blue!!

The referee calls for the bell and the match is official!

The two circle each other before locking up and Karudo quickly locks in a side head lock. Blue shoots him into the ropes but the Asian sensation drops her with a running shoulder tackle. Blue springs back up and Karudo hits the ropes. Leapfrog by Blue! Blue with a dropkick to Karudo on the rebound! Karudo quickly rolls to his feet and smiles at his opponent. Marina walks into a spinning back kick to the gut from Karudo. Double chop to the ample chest of Blue drops her to the mat. Karudo hits the ropes and drops a corkscrew elbow! Instead of going for a cover, Karudo goes to the near corner and climbs to the top. Marina is up and just barley sidesteps a missile dropkick! Karudo hits the mat hard and Blue quickly shoots the half and covers him!

1!

Karudo kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Blue trying to end this fast!

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe she’s having flashbacks from her ‘movie’ career?

Karudo is getting to his feet and takes a axe kick to the back of the head! Blue rolls out to the ring apron, waits for her foe to pull himself back to his feet and hits a springboard seated senton! Blue attempts a cover but Karudo kicks out before a count can even start. Undaunted, the ex porn starlet measures Karudo and drives him head first to the mat with an inverted hurricanrana! A chant of ‘Blue! Blue! Blue!’ erupts through the crowd and she smiles out at her fans. Blue heads to the turnbuckle, springs to the top and waits as a dazed Karudo drags himself to his feet. Blue takes flight and hits a flying bulldog! Marina hooks a leg as the referee counts!

1!

2!

Karudo kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Karudo is bringing much shame to his family!

JON MCDANIEL: Hush.

Blue drags Karudo to his feet and is shoved away. Sensei Strike (Jumping Roundhouse kick) from karudo almost takes the head off Blue! Karudo tries to shake the cobwebs clear as Blue struggles to get back to her feet. A high and tight side suplex from Karudo folds Blue up like an accordion! Blue rolls to a seated position and eats a shinning wizard from Karudo! The Asian star takes a moment to catch his breath and then reaches down to pull Blue to her feet. She’s hoisted up onto the shoulders of Karudo who attempts a GTS. Blue cracks him in the face with a pair of sharp elbows And Karduo releases his grip on her. She slips down behind him and shoves him into the ropes. Blue drops her head a second to early and takes a stiff kick to the chest! Blue staggers back but still manages to duck under a spinning roundhouse kick! Blue rolls him up from behind!

1!

2!

Karudo kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Blue almost stole that one!

Both scramble to their feet but it’s Karudo who lands the first hit by driving a knee into the gut of Blue. Karudo whips Blue into the far corner and charges in after her. Blue bails out of the way as Karudo lunges and the Asian superstar cracks his skull against the ringpost! Slowly Karudo pulls himself away from the corner and his face is covered in blood, a nasty gash can be seen on the top of his scalp. Tornado DDT from Blue who has no sympathy what so ever! She starts to go for a pin but the referee stops her and checks on Karudo.

JON MCDANIEL: What a cut on Karudos head! He very well could have a concussion or even fractured his skull when he hit that ringpost!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m sure the DDT didn’t help.

Blue is on the outside on the ring apron. Springboard 450 splash that just barley misses the referee! She hooks a leg and yells as the count starts!

1!

2!

3-No!

Somehow, someway Karudo gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: How the Hell did he kick out!?

Karudo rolls to his stomach and blood is streaming from his head leaving a crimson trail on the mat. Blue pulls Karudo up and drives him back down to the mat with a brainbuster!

1!

2!

3-NO!!!

Again Karudo kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Wow! He’s a tough little bastard!

JON MCDANIEL: Indeed he is but the referee might need to stop the match due to the obvious injury to Karudo!

Blue mounts Karudo and rains down several hard right hands that leave her looking like a victim from a horror movie. The referee tries to check on the injured star but Blue shoves him away as she locks in a figure four around the head of Karudo! A bloody Karudo immediately taps out!

JON MCDANIEL: It’s over! Thank God Karudo decided to tap, he looks to be seriously hurt!

COREY TAYLOR: Never deny the leg power of that tiny woman, she’s crushed many men between her thighs!

The referee calls for the bell and EMTS rush to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

Blue looks down at an unmoving Karudo, shrugs and leaves the ring as the medical staff attend to him.

JON MCDANIEL: Great showing from Karudo but that shot from the ringpost spelled the end of him.

COREY TAYLOR: Hang on, these aren’t my headphones! McDaniel, did YOU take them?

JON MCDANIEL: They’re both the same, Taylor. What makes you think I stole your headphones?

COREY TAYLOR: LIAR. Give them back.

JON MCDANIEL: Are you serious? Sigh. Okay fine.

COREY TAYLOR: …

JON MCDANIEL: …

COREY TAYLOR: There…

JON MCDANIEL: Is that better?

COREY TAYLOR: NO! IT’S THE SAME!

JON MCDANIEL: Like I said. They’re both the same.

“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana hits the PA and out to a solid jeer from the fans is Chris Casino. Casino takes his time getting to the ring, taking in the fans’ very positive reaction.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in tonight at two hundred twenty pounds… “THE FUTURE”! CHRIS! CASINO!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: You know, Chris Casino is going to have to be on his highest guard tonight. If he loses, he will be forced out of the company forever!

COREY TAYLOR: It won’t happen! What would the world be like without Chris Casino?

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure some people would think it would be a better place.

Casino finally makes it to the ring and stands in the middle smirking up at the curtain. After a moment, Casino’s music dies down. Then the lights dim and the entire arena turns green as “Go Go Gadget Gospel” by Gnarls Barkley hits the speakers!

ERIC EMERSON: And introducing his opponent! From the Spykecave! Weighing in at an approximate two hundred pounds! “The JADE GUARDIAN OF JUSTICE”! SPYKEMAN!!

COREY TAYLOR: Where? I don’t see him…

JON MCDANIEL: He’s a SUPERHERO, Taylor. What do all superheroes do?

A green spotlight shines on the rafters above the entrance curtain to reveal Spykeman! rappelling expertly down to the ring holding a superhero’s flying pose!

JON MCDANIEL: Make an entrance!

COREY TAYLOR: HOLY CRAP! SPYKEMAN! CAN FLY!

JON MCDANIEL: Sigh…

Spykeman! releases the cable and lands awkwardly in the ring, his cape over his head. He flings the cape off his head, and then strikes a pose – like it didn’t even happen! – as Chris Casino rolls his eyes, unamused. Referee Alec Wilcox kindly asks Spykeman! to remove his cape, which he does, before shaking Wilcox’s hand STIFFLY and giving the fans a nice superhero THUMBS UP! Wilcox shrugs him off, and then he gets into position and calls for the bell. This match is on!

JON MCDANIEL: Two totally different styles, two totally different backgrounds…

COREY TAYLOR: Two totally different PEOPLE, McDaniel!

JON MCDANIEL: It will be interesting to see how this transpires!

Spykeman! and Casino circle each other slowly, each man looking for an opening. Spykeman! circles, but then asks Casino for the same superhero hand shake! Casino slaps away his hand to the jeers from the crowd, and Spykeman! looks disappointed, almost angry, at Casino! Casino calls for a collar-and-elbow tie up, and before obliging, Spykeman! yells “So, you want it YOUR way, hmm? Very well, you dastardly devil! Have at thee!” They tie up, Casino quickly turning SSpykeman ! into a side headlock. Avoiding temporary damage to his superhero hair-doo, Spykeman! wriggles free and shoves Casino to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a STIFF forearm to the back of the head! Casino staggers forward and turns around in time to eat a SUPERHERO CLOTHESLINE, DUCKED BY CASINO! Casino runs to the ropes and hits Spykeman! with his own clothesline, DUCKED gracefully by Spykeman!. Another rebound, SPYKEMAN! WITH A HEEL KICK, NO Casino managed to duck that one JUST in time and takes down Spykeman! with a single-leg take-down! Casino gets beside Spykeman! and hits him with headlock punches to the boos of the crowd, AND to the warning of Alec Wilcox for using a closed fist! Casino shrugs him off and drags Spykeman! to his feet, by the hair, to another warning from Wilcox.

JON MCDANIEL: It looks like Casino is willing to do ANYTHING to win this match!

COREY TAYLOR: His career is on the line, McDaniel! What would YOU do?

Casino irish whips Spykeman! into the ropes – COUNTER BY SPYKEMAN!. SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY takes down Casino and Spykeman! is on his feet, striking a pose!, to the roaring approval of the fans! Spykeman! catches a rising Casino with a few STIFF martial arts-slash-break dancing kicks, and finishes him off with a SPINAROONIE that drives his heel into Casino’s jaw! Casino hits the mat, and Spykeman! is getting fired up! Spykeman! strikes a pose, and the fans are going BANANAS! B… A-N-A-N-A-S!

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! signaling for something here…

Casino slowly gets to his feet… Spykeman! sizes him up…

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!

NO Casino ducked it just in time! Casino with a go behind HERE COMES THE BANKRUPT… NO Spykeman! gets loose! Spykeman! runs to the ropes and hits Casino on the rebound–NO Casino with a BACK BODY DROP. Casino lifts Spykeman! to his feet, he hooks him! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER and Spykeman! is down! Casino goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two and a half by REBEL’s Resident Superhero!

JON MCDANIEL: OH a near fall by Casino there!

COREY TAYLOR: Now Casino is sizing up Spykeman!…

JON MCDANIEL: SUPERKICK–NO WAY! COUNTERED BY SPYKEMAN!!

Spykeman! counters Casino’s superkick with an impressive STO backbreaker, RIGHT INTO A NECKBREAKER!

JON MCDANIEL: That was a very impressive move in Spykeman!’s repertoire called “Brightest Day/Blackest Night”! And Casino is feeling the effects!

Indeed he is! Casino writhes on the mat while Spykeman! goes to the top rope! He waits there while Casino finds his feet…

OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!

SHOOTING STAR DROP KICK… CONNECTS! CASINO IS DOWN!

Spykeman! makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two and a half by the resilient Casino! Spykeman! is not deterred, and he stands up, signaling the crowd with his favorite dramatic pose! He sizes up Casino, who is up to one knee!

SWEET CHRISTMAS!

Casino’s HEAD was taken off with the impact of that Shining Wizard! Spykeman! goes for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR– NO, CASINO KICKED OUT!

Spykeman! is surprised, but not discouraged! He thinks hard about his next move, all the while posing for the fans! Finally, Spykeman! rolls out of the ring, and puts his cape back on!

JON MCDANIEL: HE’S CALLING FOR IT! THIS MOVE COULD END THE MATCH RIGHT HERE!

COREY TAYLOR: What? WHAT? WHAT IS HE DOING? OMFG I’M SO CONFUSED!

Casino is still down! Spykeman! ascends the turnbuckle! He looks over the crowd dramatically with his hands on his hips, and then he takes flight!

YOU WILL BELIEVE A MAN CAN FLY!

DIVING HEADBUTT…

Missed.

SPYKEMAN! MISSED!

JON MCDANIEL: OH MY GOD, CASINO JUST ROLLED AWAY IN THE NICK OF TIME!

COREY TAYLOR: SPYKEMAN! GOT A MOUTH FULL OF CANVAS! GO, CASINO, GO!

JON MCDANIEL: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE UNBIASED!

COREY TAYLOR: I DON’T CARE! WHY CAN’T WE STOP SCREAMING?

Casino and Spykeman! are both down! Wilcox begins his ten count while both men struggle to find their feet!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Casino is using the turnbuckle to find his feet, Spykeman! is leaning on the bottom rope!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Casino is leaning on the turnbuckle heavily, now, while Spykeman! is up to one knee!

EIGHT!

NINE!

T–

Both men are up! This crowd has not sat down! Casino and Spykeman! lock up again! This time, Casino delivers a knee to Spykeman!’s gut and locks him in a stiff hammerlock! Spykeman! breaks free, but Casino takes down Spykeman! with a chop block, to the disapproval of the referee, and Casino slaps on a CROSSFACE variant that puts Spykeman! in pain! Spykeman! suffers only for a moment, as he is close enough to the ropes to secure a rope break! Casino is being forced to release him, but Casino is ignoring Wilcox! Casino puts extra pressure on the hold for the referee to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

F–

Casino finally breaks the hold, laughing as the crowd boos him. The damage has been done to Spykeman!, who lies on the mat holding his neck in pain. Casino smirks as he drags Spykeman! to his feet, by the hair, and delivers a SICKENING European uppercut that staggers the superhero! Casino shoves Spykeman! into the corner, and mounts the middle turnbuckle!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVESIXSEVENEIGHTNINE! TEN! PUNCHES TO THE HEAD!

Alec Wilcox warns Casino to get Spykeman! out of the corner, and does so with a MONKEY FLIP! Spykeman! is under the bottom rope across the ring, and while Wilcox is checking on Spykeman!, Casino rips the protective padding off the turnbuckle! Casino smirks to the boos of the crowd, and yanks Spykeman! to his feet! Casino irish whips Spykeman! WITH AUTHORITY! into the exposed steel turnbuckle! Spykeman! arches his back in pain as Casino golf claps himself with a wicked sneer. Casino snapmares a rising Spykeman! and then locks on a sleeper hold! Spykeman! reaches for the ropes, but Casino yanks him back! Wilcox checks on Spykeman! but Spykeman! LOUDLY states “I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO THIS MADMAN! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU VILLAIN?!” Casino smirks, shaking his head, as he wrenches back on the hold! Spykeman! thumbs up to the crowd, and they start egging him on! Spykeman! feeds off the energy of the crowd, FORCING he and Casino to their feet! Casino, not having the leverage he wants, is forced to release the hold, and Spykeman! whips around!

Into an eye poke.

BOO from the crowd as Casino drop toe holds Spykeman! into the middle rope! Casino puts his knee RIGHT into Spykeman!’s spine and PULLS on the top rope for leverage, strangling the superhero! Wilcox doesn’t even warn Casino, and starts his count IMMEDIATELY!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI—

Casino releases the hold and laughs off the crowd.

JON MCDANIEL: Casino was about a quarter-second away from being disqualified!

COREY TAYLOR: But Spykeman! is feeling the hurt regardless! Casino will win soon, McDaniel, you’ll see!

Spykeman! is still on the middle rope, trying to catch his breath. Casino hits the opposite ropes and uses his momentum to SLAM Spykeman! into that middle rope with ALL of his weight! Casino laughs at the crowd as he drags Spykeman! to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

And a KICKOUT by Spykeman! at two! Casino lifts Spykeman! and hooks him for a BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX… CONNECTS! CASINO WITH ANOTHER COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

KICKOUT by Spykeman! at two and three quarters! Casino holds up three fingers to the ref, but the ref holds two fingers up to Casino. Casino shrugs him off and hauls Spykeman! to his feet. Spykeman! with a counter, elbows Casino in the gut! Casino hits Spykeman! with a forearm to the back of the head and hooks him for a BACK DROP… SPYKEMAN! LANDS ON HIS FEET! Casino thinks he had him! He can’t see Spykeman! sizing him up!

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME…

CONNECTS!

JON MCDANIEL: THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOO!

CASINO’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

ERIC EMERSON: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, here is your WINNER! “The Jade Guardian of Justice”… SPYKEMAN!!

Casino is down holding his head. Spykeman! rolls out of the ring raising his arms to the fans, who cheer him on!

JON MCDANIEL: What a match! Against all odds, Spykeman! comes out on top! And that means…

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is out of Robinson Pro… *sobs*

Spykeman! is heading up the entrance ramp, while Casino is being helped to his feet.

WAIT. WHAT’S THIS?

THE FALCON! FROM UNDER THE RING! WITH A STEEL CHAIR!

The Falcon slides into the ring as Casino is finally helped up by the referee!

CLANG goes the chair across the head of Casino! Casino goes down in a heap as the crowd BOOS the coming of the World Champion! The Falcon merely laughs them off as he drops the chair, yanking Casino to his feet! He SHOVES Casino’s head under his arm! HOOKS THE LEG!

NOT LIKE THIS!

WING CLIPPER! ON TOP OF THE CHAIR!

JON MCDANIEL: This is just… not fair! Casino just wrestled a VERY hard fought match!

COREY TAYLOR: YEAH, YOU DICK! SHOW SOME RESPECT!

Casino slumps over the mangled chair as the Falcon sits, laughing. He claps three times mockingly at the injured Casino and rolls to his feet, basking in the crowd’s boos. The Falcon calls for a microphone from the timekeeper, who tosses one into the ring. The Falcon gets right in Casino’s face, microphone to his lips.

THE FALCON: I know you can hear me, Chris. Listen carefully. You were STUPID to think that it was over. You were STUPID to think that you’d won.

The fans boo, but the Falcon talks over them, completely ignoring them. It’s obvious he only came for Casino. The Falcon holds up one finger.

THE FALCON: One more match, Chris. One more. But this time, there will be nowhere for you to hide. And no one will be able to help you. Because we will be surrounded by fifteen feet of an enclosed steel cage.

The fans actually cheer this turn of events. The Falcon continues to ignore them.

THE FALCON: And just to make sure you don’t refuse, Chris? I’m gonna put my World Title on the line.

The fans cheer LOUDLY.

THE FALCON: I’ll see you in the new year, Chris. When you’ve had time to–

SPYKEMAN! hits the ring at top speed and NAILS the Falcon with a kick to the face! The Falcon rolls out of the ring, holding his face, while Spykeman! takes a defensive pose over the downed Casino! The Falcon fumes on the outside, looking like he wants to fight, but several EMTs and arena security have come down to assist Casino. With a twitch of the upper lip, the Falcon turns and hops the guard rail, escaping through the crowd!

COREY TAYLOR: Why would Spykeman! help Casino, McDaniel?

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! is first and foremost a SUPERHERO, Taylor! He couldn’t just stand by and watch while the Falcon laid waste to an injured man! WHOEVER that man is! But it looks like Casino will get ONE MORE MATCH here in RPW! And it will be the Falcon’s FIRST World Heavyweight Title defense! And that’s IF the Falcon is still the champion in the new year!

Security and EMTs enter the ring to assist Casino, but Casino waves them off and stands on his own power, glaring off in the direction that the Falcon ran off to. The Falcon stands in the crowd at the entrance to the arena, glaring back at Casino with an angry smirk, raising his world title high.

- Commercial Break –

Larry Gordon is standing in the ring, a gold steel chair plaque held in his grasp.

“The next inductee to the 2010 Class of Rebel Icons…”

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins cues up and the fans immediately know who the newest REBEL Icon is: it’s MIKEY MASSACRE! As he steps through the curtain, they immediately recognize that it isn’t the guy they loved when he was a huge fan favorite, it is the evil bearded bastard they said good riddance to almost a year ago… MICHAEL MASSACRE! He glares out at the fans, some of whom cheer him anyhow out of respect for his REBEL Pro career. He steps through the ring ropes and takes the microphone. He seems surprised to hear any cheers at all.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I can’t believe any of you are still cheering me. Did you forget the hell that I raised here? Did you forget how I ended the career of Nick Everhardt? How Zeke, Vinny Black and I made that Robinson prick look like a god damn angel? How I came so very close to ending this company? Do you that quickly forget?

Even more fans are cheering now. They are just excited to see the guy back in a REBEL Pro ring after almost a year absence.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Are you serious? You would cheer ME? ME?!?

The cheers continue. Michael looks affected.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: God damn, you hillbillies… I hate to admit it: but I (BLEEP) missed you too!

POP!

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I ain’t too proud to admit it… I failed to revolutionize professional wrestling. Everything I did to manipulate things to make this company fold, to make the whole sport collapse unto itself… I FAILED! I (BLEEP) FAILED! And you know why? You know why? It’s just occurring to me now. And I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I can’t believe I’m going to say this.

But you… all of you… you were RIGHT!

POP!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As much as this sport has shortened my life, as much as it will leave me a bitter, poor, family-less old man… I (BLEEP) loved it. And I… I…

Mikey looks emotional as he tries to finish his statement.

MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I regret that I left here on such bitter terms. I regret that I tried to end this place. You know what? I hate that Robinson prick and I hope all this new blood can kick him the (BLEEP) outta Dodge!

MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!

MIKEY MASSACRE: My time has past. Let the rumors end. My career is over. But for the rest of my life… count me as a FAN OF REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

“All Right Now” by Free, Mikey’s old music, cues up and Mikey takes his prize out of the ring, slapping as many hands as he can, singing along with the music. He slowly makes his way up the aisle, waving one more time.

JON MCDANIEL: Fans we are back and this match is set to get underway!

COREY TAYLOR: Say good-bye to your favorite Rebel Pro stars fans as the losers are set to go home!

DING DING

Chad Kurtis and The Phoenix circle each other in the squared circle, both having started this for their respective teams and for the fued as well. Chad nods at Phoenix who just stares back.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad scared about starting against the more experienced, more talented, better known Phoenix here.

Collar and elbow.

WAIT!

Phoenix tags out to Dragon who hops the top rope and into the ring, smirking at Chad before the two begin to circle. McNasty steps into the ring, the referee Alec Wilcox trying to force him back out when McNasty turns and knocks the blocks off Alec’s building sending him tumbling down onto the canvas. McNasty turns to the Rebel Pro group and nods. Matthew, The Freak, and Johnny Maverick step into the ring and The Pantheon quickly step in to even up the odds as…

HUGE CHEER!

From the back comes Head Rebel Pro Referee Alan Stone! Phoenix with a right hand towards McNasty but Mark grabs the wrist flipping Phoenix over onto his back. Chad with a front kick catches Dragon by surprise sending him back up against the ropes as The Freak and Maverick double team Scottie Snow in the corner with alternating stinging chops to his quickly reddening chest. Big Matthew has big Moke in a corner where both men are exchanging right fists that would cause any normal sized man to tremble in their boots in fear and huge amounts of pain. Moke with an eye gouge takes Matthew off his game then he follows it up with a big boot nailing him right in the midsection. Moke with a grunt of effort lifts Matthew up and drops hiim over the top rope to the outside and subsequently evens up the odds in the ring as Jacob Venar has yet to make an appearance here in this match. Matthew lands ackwardly on his left leg, buckling under his weight. Moke turns to find the double team and heads right after Johnny Maverick. Johnny leaps up into the air catching the big man with a dropkick right to his face that sends him stumbling backwards against the ropes where Matthew pulls down the top rope and Moke tumbles backwards to the outside. Matthew with a big right hand sends Moke up against the announce table.

“Move!”

Matthew ducks out of the way as The Freak dives from the top rope to scissor his legs in the air, crashing on top of Moke and sending them both through the table!

“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

Freak gets up from the wreckage, smiling as he seems to have found the fix to his addiction, he smiles all around before bending down to flick the nearly unconscious Moke off with a double finger salute. Back inside the ring Johnny Maverick has Snow up on the top turnbuckle with both men throwing stiff right and lefts fists, but Maverick mixes in a few stiff elbow shots for good measure. Johnny hooks Snow’s head up under his arm before shoving him backwards and bringing him down onto the concrete floor with a super tornado DDT!

‘REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

JON MCDANIEL: My gawd these Rebel Coalition wrestlers are putting their bodies on the line for their beliefs!

COREY TAYLOR: Too bad it’ll not be enough.

The Dragon has Chad Kurtis in a belly to back suplex position delivering elbow after elbow to his kidneys to weaken him down. Chad fires with a kick into Dragon’s inner thigh before spinning around and flipping over Dragon’s neck and taking Dragon down with a short bulldog. Chad up and off the ropes with a springboard leg drop and subsequent Chad showboating before lifting Dragon up to a vertical base. Chad backs Dragon into the corner, Irish whip sends him running past McNasty and Phoenix to slam into the opposite corner. Chad slaps his chest, running and flipping to a handstand then slamming the point of his elbow into Dragon’s face causing the former Tag Team champion to stumble out of the corner. Chad springing off the ropes with a bulldog takes Dragon back down to the canvas. McNasty with a side headlock on Phoenix, but Rob shoves him into the ropes violently and the hold is broken. Rob with a clothesline that Mark ducks under expertly having scouted Robinson in many numerous other matches. McNasty bounces off the other ropes with a flying elbow to the face, but Rob ducks under this into an armbar submission near the ropes. McNasty gets in the ropes, but no holds are to be broken in this match as it is contested under Rebel Pro rules! McNasty grabs the second rope, doing his best to gain leverage and break the hold that way. It works, but Rob actually drops the hold in favor of pulling McNasty up delivering knee strikes to his midsection. Mark shoves Phoenix into the corner, following with a leg lariat that sends Phoenix over the top rope to the outside. McNasty wastes no time in launching himself over the top rope and connecting with a plancha on Rob on the outside.

JON MCDANIEL: The action is everywhere!

COREY TAYLOR: Much less sophisticated than a Robinson Pro match, the barbarians.

Dragon is fighting back to one knee, slamming an elbow into Chad’s ribs before lifting him up onto his shoulders dropping him left side first onto his extended knee. On the outside of the ring Matthew has Moke up against the ring post delivering stiff forearm shots to his chest but the big man… that being Moke, ducks out of the way and Matthew forearms the ringpost with all of his force behind the blow.

COREY TAYLOR: That was dumb, why is Matthew trying to punch the ringpost?

JON MCDANIEL: Moke moved because believe me Matthew wouldn’t try to beat up steel.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, all of that Kurtis inbreeding may have finally caught up to them.

Matthew holds his right hand, Moke takes him down with a big boot to the face. Freak comes flying from the railing right into Moke’s grasp. Giving out a yell that sounds strangely like “Cowabunga!” Moke drops Freak face first onto the ring apron. Moke with a right kick sends Freak stumbling back from the big man, but the wrestler who is acting strangely like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle follows him ninjaly. Moke with a leap into the air with a roundhouse Turtle kick catches Freak in the temple spinning the much smaller man down to the ground.

“Moke Power!”

Moke charges in with a lifted knee, slamming it right into Freak’s face against the railing. Johnny and Scottie are just beginning to stir from their super Tornado DDT from earlier and Johnny looks over to Alan Stone.

ALAN STONE: Are you alright?

Johnny points to his head.

JOHNNY: Am I breathing?

Alan nods.

JOHNNY: Then I’m alright.

Johnny, true to his word, shoves himself up as he goes and tries to help The Freak. Snow trips him up, causing Johnny to fall face first onto the concrete. Snow leaps up to the railing springing back with a flip to land crossways on Johnny and pound elbows into the back of Maverick’s head.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you know that the Mavericks are rivaling the Kurtis family for most brothers and family members in wrestling?

JON MCDANIEL: Just call the match.

COREY TAYLOR: By last count there are one hundred and thirty-seven Kurtis Family Wrestlers and only one hundred and thirty-two Mavericks.

Snow pulls Maverick’s face up, pounding away with rights and lefts into his face, throwing the point of his elbow into Maverick’s mouth for good measure. Johnny’s eyes seem to clear just a bit as Snow pounds away with stiff shots and he begins shoving up to his feet for a comeback. Snow gulps then kicks Johnny right in the crotch.

JON MCDANIEL: I… I… I think that is the first time Scottie Snow has ever delivered a low blow.

COREY TAYLOR: What low blow, I saw no stinking low blow.

Johnny, while not seeing it, definitely felt it as he holds his balls on his knees. Snow runs away before spinning to run back with a shining wizard taking Maverick down to the canvas. Snow runs over to where McNasty is pounding Rob’s face into the railing.

SNOW: I did it Rob.

McNasty, paying no attention to Snow continues with his face smashing of Robinson.

ROBINSON(muffled and punctuated by McNasty’s face pounding): Little busy here Scottie, how about joining the fight.

Snow waits a second before the light clicks.

SNOW: Oh yeah.

Snow shoves a fan off their chair, folding it up expertly as though he’s done this a thousand times. Snow swings connecting solidly with Mark’s skull sending McNasty over into the railing corner. Phoenix shoves himself off the railing, looking at Scottie Snow with awe and wonder in his eyes.

PHOENIX: About damn time.

Snow pulls the chair back up over his head, The Phoenix dives out of the way begging off, but Snow nails McNasty with a second chair shot sending him back to a seated position. Snow then goes on a rampage… no pun intended as he begins to stomp the perverbial mudhole in McNasty’s ass. Snow is stomping away on McNasty and Phoenix joins him in the mudhole stomping. Here comes Johnny Maverick yanking Phoenix out of the way nailing him with a spinning elbow to the masked face. Phoenix spins away holding at his

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cheek, but Maverick jumps up kicking Phoenix right in the face flipping him backwards over the railing. Johnny leaps over following him into the crowd who part out of the way to give them room to fight. Johnny pulls a bottle of beer from a fan’s hand, takes a swig, and nails Rob over the head with it and it actually cuts his mask the smallest bit. Johnny presses his advantage with kick after kick and punch after punch until they are up at the top of the seating.

JON MCDANIEL: Look at Johnny go!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn cheater!

Robinson turns the tides sweeping Maverick’s legs out from under him sending him face first onto the floor. Phoenix grabs the busted beer bottle, bringing it down on Johnny’s chest to slice him open and draw first blood here in this match. Phoenix pulls Maverick up, DDT onto the bottle shattering it into a hundred fragments. Phoenix grabs the steel chair slamming it into Johnny’s head and shoving him backwards into the wall. A trickle of blood runs into Johnny’s mouth and he comes to life. Phoenix throws a haymaker, blocked. Phoenix with a midsection kick, blocked. Johnny yells out to the crowd and to the heavens above… right from Johnny! Right from Johnny! Left from Johnny! Kick, right, left, right, left, kick, left, left, slap, chop, headbutt!

ELBOW SMASH TO THE FACE!

JON MCDANIEL: Phoenix goes down!

No he doesn’t! Johnny catches him, throwing him up onto his shoulders, running powerslam!

COREY TAYLOR: That kid is on steroids!

Maverick begins to head back down to the ringside area, but Phoenix manages to trip him up sending him face first into the seat of a steel chair, possibly knocking him out. Dragon pulls Chad back up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes. Chad comes back ducking under the clothesline, then leap frogging the doubled over Dragon. Chad bounces back off the ropes again landing a kick right to Dragon’s face rolling him over onto his back. Chad hits the ropes quickly with a springboard moonsault before pulling his shoulder up and slamming fists and elbows into Dragon’s face to try and take him out of this match. Chad lifts Dragon up, going for a vertical suplex but Dragon counters with a fall behind into an inverted DDT. But wait Chad counters by spinning in the grip of The Dragon to deliver a Northern Lights Suplex! Chad rolls over pulling Dragon up to a seated position locking on a sleeper hold to weaken his opponent. On the outside Freak is digging under the ring for some weapons, such as…

“TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!”

Freak unfolds one leg then the other setting up one table before he and Matthew roll Moke up onto his back, on the table. Freak hurriedly dives back under the ring…

“LADDERS! AND TABLES! LADDERS AND TABLES! LADDERS AND TABLES! LADDERS AND TABLES!”

Freak sets the ladder up, climbing to the top with a smile of anticipation on his face. Freak dives without hesitation, going right through the table and sending Matthew crashing through to the floor!

JON MCDANIEL: Moke movs and pulls Matthew onto the table!

COREY TAYLOR: The dumb sideshow act never looked before he dove or else he would have seen!

Moke lifts Freak out of the wreckage, tossing him into the set up ladder that sways on its legs before falling to prop itself on the railing. Moke dives with a body splash squashing Freak between himself and the metal ladder. The crowd grows silent now as The Pantheon are securely in charge of the match. At the back of the crowd Phoenix slams Johnny’s head in between the door frame and the door before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and locking him onto a pipe. Phoenix comes down to ringside as Johnny is going to be forced to watch from his vantage point at the back of the crowd. Phoenix is walking with a swagger, having successfully gotten rid of Chris Casino and having this match firmly in hand. Phoenix hops the railing and over to where Scottie Snow is exchanging rights and lefts with McNasty. Phoenix calmly drops to his knees, lifting his doubled fist into McNasty’s junk stopping Mark short.

JON MCDANIEL: That isn’t going to feel good, now or in the morning; what a low blow.

COREY TAYLOR: Where do you keep seeing these low blows?

Phoenix whispers something into Snow’s ears and the all time lackiest lacky begins to dig under the ring for plunder. Phoenix talks smack to McNasty before kicking him in the face as hard as he can and all McNasty can do is hold himself and wish the pain away quickly. Snow pulls out a table and a spool of barbed wire from under the ring and begins to wrap it around the table. Phoenix pulls out a ladder from the ring and sets it up right beside the table and calmly rolls the still junk holding McNasty onto the table before Phoenix orders Snow up the ladder. Snow gulps but Robinson changes his mind deciding to go up and end McNasty himself. Snow holds onto McNasty as Rob leaps from the top of the ladder.

COREY TAYLOR: The Ashes! From the top of the ladder!

JON MCDANIEL: McNasty may be done, but the pin cannot take place outside the ring!

Inside the ring Chad still has the sleeper locked in tight as he watches Freak accidentally go through Matthew on the outside. Chad drops the sleeper, allowing Dragon to fall to the side out cold. Chad leaps up to the top turnbuckle, diving out with a cross body for Moke! Moke catches “The Show” and sends him crashing on top of Freak, on the ladder. Moke shuts the ladder on both men before opening it back up and shutting it again, again, and again. The crowd is so hushed that when they begin to boo it shocks the ear drum.

COREY TAYLOR: What are these two teeth wonders booing about?!

JON MCDANIEL: The fact that they love Rebel Pro, its action, and they want it back.

COREY TAYLOR: But the action in Robinson Pro is so pure.

JON MCDANIEL: True, but it isn’t what they’ve grown to love, it isn’t what started here, and they just want their pride and joy back.

Moke places both Freak and Chad’s head in between the legs of the ladder… and promptly suts it with all the force he can muster. On the other side of the ring Phoenix smiles as he rolls McNasty into the ring where he covers him center ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE…

Johnny Maverick pulls Phoenix off the pin delivering a kick right to his masked face that rolls him over onto his back. Here comes The Dragon to his boss and friend’s rescue. Johnny with a standing dropkick sends Dragon tumbling over the top rope to the outside. Snow enters the ring, but Johnny nails the ABM and Snow’s body might as well have been murdered cause it ain’t moving. Johnny rolls up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: YES!

Jacob Venar nails Johnny in the back of his skull with the Robinson Pro World Title belt! Johnny goes down in a heap and Jacob pulls Johnny up to his feet, shoving the belt into his face…

CLIP! YOUR! WINGS!

COREY TAYLOR: And Maverick is out, he is freaking out! And Robinson Pro is going to continue!

Jacob lays the belt in his grasp, holding it over Johnny’s bloody face, even though his eyes are closed, Jacob is taunting Maverick with the belt he says he’ll never have. Jacob looks around and steps back through the ropes, heading to the back as Robinson begins yelling at him from the ring. Jacob pays no attention as he just glares at Robinson before kissing his World Title and smirking… walks back through the curtain. Robinson, not one to let something good go by, covers Maverick.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

Johnny manages to get a shoulder up, Robinson took too much time in making the cover. Freak with a low blow gets Moke off of him shoving him backwards into the railing. Freak leaps up to the apron to help out Johnny as Robinson and Snow begin to double team him in the center of the ring. Snow leaps over Johnny after rebounding off the ropes right into a hurricanrana toss out of the ring by The Freak. Freak lands back inside the ring, coming face to face with Rob Robinson. Collar and elbow, Robinson drops down to one knee, knocking Freak’s junk as hard as he can in the process then rolling the surprised Freak up.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

COREY TAYLOR: What is he doing?!

Casino pushes Robinson’s ass over, allowing Freak to be on top of the roll and Robinson’s shoulders on the canvas. Casino holds the ankles of Rob.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

The fans jump to their feet, the roof nearly blowing off the building!

COREY TAYLOR: NO!

JON MCDANIEL: Rebel Pro is back!

Robinson releases the pin, glaring daggers at Chris Casino, who by all rights should have been banned from the building after his match moments earlier. Casino waves a hand at Robinson. Casino may have been fired, but he just lost Phoenix Robinson Pro.

JON MCDANIEL: What a class act.

COREY TAYLOR: What a cheat! What a crook!

JON MCDANIEL: Well fans, for the last time for me, I’m Jon McDaniel and this is Corey Taylor, so long and good night.

The image fades with Robinson just staring daggers at Chris Casino as the fans jump up for joy and all of the Rebel Coalition stand up knowing that Rebel Pro is back!

Rampage 12-10-2010

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like the first match up of the night is about to begin!

COREY TAYLOR: if a girl takes viagra what happens I’m already bored. When’s it over?

ERIC EMERSON: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Already in the ring… CHRIS! WILSON!

“The Lonely and Faded Away” by Dax Johnson hits the PA, and out from the back walks a mysterious blonde man in jeans and a black shirt, unfamiliar to the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: Great. ANOTHER BLONDE? Shoot me.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring! From Parts Unknown, Japan! Weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds… KURAUDO! SHINZOU!

Shinzou hits the ring, and referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell! Collar and elbow tie-up leads straight into a Shinzou side headlock! Wilson fights him and shoves him off, but Shinzou comes back with a JUMPING roundhouse kick he calls the Sensei Strike! Wilson prone on the mat, but Shinzou hooks him up and hits a FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX that levels him again! Shinzou stands, playing a little to the silent fans as Wilson slowly gets to his feet. Shinzou hooks him, COUNTER by Wilson! Shinzou sent reeling as Wilson gets a head full of steam and LARIATs the Japanese newcomer straight to the ground! Wilson picks up Shinzou and IRISH WHIPS him to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a CLOTHESLINE, SHINZOU DUCKS! Shinzou on the rebound with a GO BEHIND INTO A schoolboy rollup!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Wilson!

Shinzou is up and he looks ready to finish this! He hooks Wilson up and walks him over to the top rope! He forces him to the top, Wilson fights! Wilson with several shots to the face and head force Shinzou off of him! Shinzou hits center ring, regains his balance, shoots to the top rope again!

SUPER FISHERMAN’S BUSTAAAAAAAA…

CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by way of PINFALL! KURAUDO SHINZOU!

JON MCDANIEL: Well.

COREY TAYLOR: What did I tell you?

JON MCDANIEL: You’re absolutely right. That wasn’t very entertaining.

COREY TAYLOR: DING DING DING DING DING! What did he win, JOHNNY?

JON MCDANIEL: … The—the match. Are you talking to me?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, never mind. You owe me a drink.

Kuraudo Shinzou raises his arms to the ignorant fans, victorious, as he walks up the ramp to the back.

The Phoenix sits in his office, hurriedly not putting down an XBox controller, but looking smug in his mask and doing Robinson Pro business.

PHOENIX: I’m here tonight to showcase why I am the best in the business today at what I do, how I do it, and when I do it. Let me show McNasty why I am the Phoenix and why I own this damn company. Larry, you want to try and stick your nose into something where you don’t belong, well, showcase my talents then on the Robinson-a-tron.

He flourishes his arms and waves his hand as we fade into…

~Footage from PWA~
~Phoenix vs Riona Langly Unsanctioned 2009~
stagger. Robinson cries in trimuph as he looks down, his fork sticking out of Riona’s ass. He look of victory is cut short when she points to his head. Puzzled, he gingerly runs his fingers up the side of his head to the fork sticking out the side of his mask. A thin trickle of blood pours down his neck from his mask. Then, the group of Nightstryker, the O’Conner Boys, Scottie Snow, and King Agony finally manage to bring the Masked Lard down. Too bad for Robinson and Riona, he lands on top of them. The ring buckles and caves in and all the combatants fall in a pile in the middle. The refree dives in and a few seconds later, climbs out, calling for the bell.

Bennett: That’s the end of the match? Is it because the ring collapsed?

Rayne: No, he’s talking to Emerson, there was a winner!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by pinfall….THE PHOENIX!!!!!!

The ring slowly clears now that the Masked Lard has been taken down, with Scottie Snow helping Riona backstage and the Dragon and Moke Doshky helping Robinson, the forks still sticking out of them.

Rayne: Incredible, that was the biggest mess I’ve ever seen and I loved every second of it!

Bennett: It’ll be just a few minutes while the ring crew fixes the ring and then we’ll head into our main event!

Rayne: Don’t forget the crane that’ll have to get the Lard out of there first!

~Static~
~Genesis x 2009~

MCNASTY: Check this out…

indicating that he’s the referee. Phoenix turns back to Snow and starts to swing the chair, but Sirus catches it and tries to pull it away. The two get in a tug of war over the chair, which Sirus wins, sending Robinson collapsing backwards to the mat. Robinson slaps the mat in frustration and gets to his feet, yelling at Sirus. Out of nowhere, Scottie Snow leaps at him and takes him down with the Snow Plow! Robinson’s head bounces off the dropped chair! Sirus checks Robinson shoulders and starts to count.

1…
2…
3!

Jon McDaniel: That’s it, Brian! Robinson is out of chances, Scottie Snow has just won the title!

In the ring, Sirus Moran raises Scottie Snow’s arm in victory and hands him the belt.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…and NEW World Heavyweight Champion…Scottie “The Panther” Snow!

PHOENIX: Get him off the air!

Back to Robinson in his office.

PHOENIX: Now, here we go back to my most defining moment…

~Genesis X 2009~
Phoenix comes off the top rope with a flying elbow, trying to hit the Ashes, but Flynn rolls out of the way. Both men are laying on the mat, gathering themselves and slowly try to dosage cialis 20 get up. Phoenix is up first, grabbing Flynn by the hair and pulling him to his feet, before scooping him up. Phoenix tries to pull him up for the Flame, but Flynn kicks his legs and won’t go up. Phoenix tries again with the same result. With a burst of effort, Flynn straightens up and back drops Phoenix before collapsing himself.

Brian Rentfro: I was talking to Rob earlier and he said he was afraid of this, that Flynn would have all his moves scouted and be able to counter them all. He said he was working on a new finisher to try and throw him off.

Jon McDaniel: He’d better use it quick, he looks like he’s running on fumes at this point!

Both men get to their feet at the same time and start to trade punches. The crowd starts to count along, but before a good chant can get started, Flynn hooks Phoenix’s arm and hiptosses him. Phoenix flips through walmart price for cialis the hiptoss and hooks Flynn’s arm in a half nelson. Phoenix lifts Flynn with the half nelson and bring him down hard, hitting the back of Flynn’s neck on Phoenix’s knee.

Brian Rentfro: There it is, Jon! He calls that “The Crying of a Million Shattered Souls, Yearning to be Free”.

Jon McDaniel: You’ve got to be kidding.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I am. He calls it the Pink Slip.

Phoenix grabs both of Flynn’s legs and pulls them back, making the pin.

1…
2…
3!

Brian Rentfro: Somehow, the Phoenix pulled it off! He retains the PWA World title!

Jon McDaniel: Somehow? He had Might & Magic beat down Flynn!

Brian Rentfro: Love and war, Jon. Love and war.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion…the Phoenix!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion…the Phoenix!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion…the Phoenix!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion…the Phoenix!

PHOENIX: That’s right, Still PWA World Champion, I beat the best PWA had to offer. This show isn’t long enough to showcase all of my greatness but after next week’s show, I’m looking into lengthening the show to further exploit my greatness.

ERIC EMERSON: This match is your main event of the night and is scheduled for one fall!!

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM”

“Anthem spray on viagra For The Underdog” by 12 Stones blasts through the PA!

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he is the Robinson Pro World Heavyweight Champion, he hails from British Columbia, Canada and weighs in tonight at 240 pounds…’The Falcon’ Jacob Venar!!!

Venar steps out from the back to a cascade of hate. He smirks at the crowd and raises the World Title high above his head.

Venar starts to head for the ring when suddenly a figure rushes out from the back!

JON MCDANIEL: (shouts) Hey its….

Brutal chairshot across the back of the champion!! Jacob drops to all fours as his assailant stands over him!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino!? What the Hell? What a cheap shot! DQ that man! He just attacked the World Champ from behind!!

JON MCDANIEL: Technically the match hasn’t even started and won’t until both men are in the ring!

COREY TAYLOR: Shenanigans!

Jacob is up, turns to face his attacker and gets pasted with a chairshot to the skull! The crowd is going crazy as Venar slumps up against the guard railing. Casino drives the edge of the folded chair into the guts of the champ!!

COREY TAYLOR: This is the kind of crap Robinson wants to get rid of here in REBEL, er, Robinson Pro!

Casino tosses the chair to the floor, grabs an arm and whips Jacob into the opposite guard rail! Jacob is peeled off the railing by Casino and lead towards the ring. Another figure emerges from the back and gets a big reaction from the crowd (especially the men)

JON MCDANIEL: Monique Casino!? The wife of Chris Casino has shown up and is apparently going to be in the corner of her husband during this match!

COREY TAYLOR: What the Hell? She’s not even a manager! (a beat) Great legs though.

Jacob is send sailing into the ring steps! He hits them with a heavy thud and they steps go crashing across the floor. Casino shares a quick kiss with his wife and turns his attention back to a hurting Jacob Venar.

COREY TAYLOR: Where’s the boss when you need him!?

~Backstage Flash~

Phoenix sits in his leather armchair, playing Call of Duty Black Ops.

~Real Time~

Jacob is pulled to his feet and has his head bounced off the ring post! Casino rolls the World Champion inside the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. Casino smirks at the unmoving Venar and starts his climb to the top rope. Elbow drop from the top! Jacob counters by getting his knees up at the last second and Casinos ribs pay the price! The referee new drug better than viagra finally calls for the bell!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh sure NOW he calls for the damn bell!

JON MCDANIEL: Well both men are now technically in the ring so….

Casino is using the ring ropes to pull himself up, turns and eats a spear from Venar! Venar quickly rains down a series of hard right hands instead of going for a pin and the referee is doing his best to get some sort of order back to this match. Jacob pulls Casino to his feet and shoots him into the far corner. Casino reverses! Venar with a Whisper In The Wind! Again the World Champ attacks a downed Casino with a flurry of right hands, fury blazing in his eyes. Venar breaks just before the referee can DQ him and he shoots a look of hate at Monique Casino who is standing on the outside.

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Despite a rough start, Venar is back in control of this match!

COREY TAYLOR: Rough start!? That was a mugging!

Venar pulls Casino up and shoots him into the ropes. Casino springboards off the second rope and twists his body in mid air for a flying cross body! Venar counters with a modified codebreaker! Casino is in the fetal position holding his ribs as Venar is the one who is all smiles now. Jacob pulls himself to his feet and slowly walks around the ring taunting both the fans and the wife of Casino. Casino is getting to his feet and Jacob measures him. Jacob rushes in for another spear! Leapfrog from Casino! Venar crashes into

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the corner! Casino rolls him up from behind!

1!

2!

Venar kicks out!

Venar is quickly back to his feet!

Superkick from Casino!

Another cover!

1!

2!

The Champ kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Say what you will, but Jacob Venar is one of the toughest men I’ve ever seen!

COREY TAYLOR: Finally you’re talking some sense!

Casino waits for Jacob to get to his feet and pops him across the chest with a brutal chop! Another chop from Casino backs Venar against the ropes. Make it three as another blistering chop lights up the chest of the Champion! Casino shoots Venar off the ropes and takes him up into the lights with a high back drop! Venar pops up and eats a clothesline from Casino! Again Jacob is up and walks into an inverted atomic drop! A scoop slam puts him on the mat and Casino is heading to the nearest turnbuckle. Elbow drop from the top! Jacob moves and Casino crashes and burns for a second time! Now it’s Jacob who is making his way to the top rope, an evil grin on his face. Venar with his ‘Spread My free 30 day trial cialis Wings!’ Casino rolls out of the way and Venar manages to roll through the move unharmed! Casino is up and Venar rushes him. Casino with an STO that sends the face of Venar bouncing off the second turnbuckle! Casino with a cover!

1!

2!

Jacob gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: After all the wars these two men have waged, they know what the other man is thinking!

Casino pulls Venar up but ‘The Falcon’ quickly slips behind him and takes his foe up and over with German suplex. Venar starts to pull Casino up when Monique climbs up onto the ring apron! The referee rushes over to get her off the ring and never sees Casino drop Venar with a low blow! Monique is doing her best to enter the ring and the referee is getting more and more frustrated. Casino reaches into his tights and pulls out a length of chain. He wraps it around his fist, grabs Venar and pounds away at the head of the World Champ with the chain wrapped hand! Monique finally drops back down to the floor and the referee turns his attention back to the match at hand. Casino expertly hides the chain and Venar has been opened up! Casino drags a bloody Venar to his feet, scoops him up and slams him in the middle of the ring. Casino, with a look of grim determination, heads once again for the corner and climbs to the top rope. Third time is the charm as Chris Casino connects with the elbow from the top rope! Both men lay on the mat trying to catch their breath as they crowd starts a ‘Casino’ chant!

JON MCDANIEL: He hits the elbow! We know what’s next!

COREY TAYLOR: The way this match is going I wouldn’t be shocked if Casino runs him over with a truck!

Casino is up and he pulls a dazed Jacob up with him. Venar is hooked! Bankrupt 2.0! The crowd explodes as a weary Casino rolls Jacob onto his back and covers him!

1!

2!

3-No!!

Jacob gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Casino looks shocked and the crowd let out a collective groan.

JON MCDANIEL: So close! Casino almost pinned the World Champ!

Casino again pulls Jacob up and starts to hook him up for the Bankrupt. Jacob desperately shoves Casino off of him and ‘The Future’ and the referee collide! Both men tumble to the mat in a heap as Jacob sways on unsteady legs. The crowd suddenly explodes and the camera cuts to the entrance way.

COREY TAYLOR: What the Hell?

It’s Dr. Tittylover! He’s on crutches and his right foot in clad in a huge black medical brace.

JON MCDANIEL: It was about two months ago that we saw Casino shatter the leg of Dr. Tittylover! This very well could be payback time!

Jacob watches as ‘The Mad Pimp’ slowly enters the ring and yells for him to pick Casino up. Jacob drags Casino to his feet and Tittylover readies a crutch for a clubbing blow! Monique is up on the apron screaming at Tittylover and Jacob but they ignore her. Tittylover swings!

Right at the head of Venar!

Jacob sidesteps the crutch, shakes his head and cuts Tittylover in half with a spear!

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob wasn’t fooled for a minute! He knew that a swerve was in the air and…Holy Hell!

With Jacob busy kicking a downed Tittylover, ‘Perfection’ Evan Cartwright, longtime friend and tag partner of Chris Casino hops the rails, slides into the ring and spins Jacob around. Jacob has a second to look shocked before Cartwright clocks him a with his Toooooasty Uppercut! Cartwright collects Tittylover and they bail out of the ring just as the referee is getting back to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: You HAVE to be kidding me!

Casino hits a second Bankrupt 2.0!

1!

2!

3!

The crowd explodes as the referee calls for the bell!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino pulled out all the tricks tonight and showed why he’s one of the most devious wrestlers in all of Robinson Pro!

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of this match, ‘The Future’ Chris Casino!!!

‘Smooth’ by Santana & Rob Thomas hits the PA as the fans celebrate the upset win. Casino rolls to the outside and joins his wife, Cartwright and Tittylover.

His music is suddenly cut off as Rob Robinson storms out with a mic in hand and starts pacing back and forth at the entrance way.

ROB: Nice job Chris, you and your misfits just made a mockery of MY promotion!

Casino simply shrugs his shoulders.

ROB: Well next week I got something for you. Next week you’ll face Spykeman in a one on one match! In that match, if you lose in ANY way and I mean even by count out or disqualification….I’ll fire your ass on the spot!!

Casino smiles and yells for him to ‘bring it on’

We end the show with the stare down of these two ego driven men.

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** Backstage **

In a sight to truly behold, Chris Casino and Marcus Marion are having a near civil conversation about their match tonight. The talk stalls when Rob Robinson strolls into the scene and looks at the men.

ROB: Gentlemen, I put you two together tonight to entertain our fans and to show them that we don’t need to resort to fire or thumbtacks to get ratings!

CASINO: I’ve been meaning to ask….’Sup with the mask!? Are you fighting crime when you’re not destroying wrestling promotions?

ROB: Ahem. As I was saying, not only will you entertain our fans, but I’m adding something extra to your match tonight. The winner of this match will become employed, while the other… (looks at Chris) will be let go.

Marcus and Casino eye each other. The mood has definetly changed.

ROB: Anyway, have a great match tonight guys!

As Rob walks off Casino and Marcus drift apart. Neither man willing to say much more to each other.

COREY TAYLOR: The stakes have just risen!

A opening montage of all of Robinson’s accomplishments play over Megavision. Such as him and Scottie winning the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships, him holding the Tag Team belts, him just being perfect. Robinson is shown covered in title belts, while “The Final Countdown” plays throughout the arena.

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: The following contest is schedueled for one fall… Introducing first, JAICE WILDS!

Jaice Wilds steps out from behind the curtains, brushing his hair back as he makes his way to the ring as “Animals” by Nickleback hits the sound systems. A few fans clap his arrival but most seem to be waiting and reserving their judgment for the newcomer.

COREY TAYLOR: Pretty sure half the folks don’t know who this guy is.

JON MCDANIEL: Not yet, Corey.

“Slip It In” by Black Flag hits and the crowd jumps to their feet in thunderous applause as Marina Blue steps out with Ian right behind her. She plays to the emotions and cheers of the crowd as she makes her way to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: His opponent! MARINA BLUE!

JON MCDANIEL: Wow well, she’s certainly getting the crowd into this match now.

COREY TAYLOR: Dressed like that I could get the crowd into this match.

JON MCDANIEL: No I think the arena would clear out in shock and horror if you were dressed like Marina, Corey.

Lance Weston is in the ring now and calls for the bel. Marina and Jaice immediately lock horns and Jaice hip tosses Marina to the canvas. Marina is back up quickly though and she hits a standing dropkick to Jaice who hits the canvas holding his mouth. Jaice sweeps Marina off of her feet from the canvas, tripping her up and then jumping to his feet straight from his back which gets a little bit of a cheer from the crowd. Marina crawls away from him and gets to her feet but Jaice is already on her and he springboards himself off the top ropes on one side, bouncing onto the other side of the top ropes in the corner with aerial precision as he corkscrews before nailing Marina with heel kick to her head as he brings his leg down.

JON MCDANIEL: Marina stumbles back from that wild move but doesn’t go down.

COREY TAYLOR: Marina not going down? Please.

JON MCDANIEL: You know what I mean.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m just saying what our fans watching are thinking, that’s all Jon.

Marina rushes Jaice and body splashes right over him, sending both of them out of the ring and to the outside. Marina is on her feet first and she begins stomping down on Jaice’s chest and neck, using the guard rail seperating them from the fans as leverage as Lance Weston begins the ten count. A number of fans joyously snap photographs of Marina her being so close but Jaice sends a kick up and hits her in the gut, sending her reeling forward. He’s on his feet and walks into her, grabbing onto her and hitting a vicious jumping DDT on the outside to the ground below. Weston hits six in his ten count as Jaice rolls Marina Blue back into the ring before climbing up to the top turnbuckle himself. He comes off the top rope flying with a frog splash but Marina instinctively puts her knees to her chest as he comes down and Jaice bounces off her in pain. He clutches his own sides as he rolls away and Marina gets to her feet.

JON MCDANIEL: Veteran instinct pays off right there for Marina Blue.

COREY TAYLOR: I think it was almost worth it for Jaice, did you see where his hand went as he came down?

JON MCDANIEL: No… You’re just saying that trying to imply something.

COREY TAYLOR: The fans at home saw it with me, so I know I’m not crazy!

Marina is on her feet and she waits for Jaice to get to his. As he does she immediately springboards off the top rope and goes for a bulldog but Jaice sidesteps her and she hits the canvas, but Marina is back to her feet quickly only to get nabbed by Jaice who takes her down hard with a jumping Russian legsweep that electrifies the crowd! Jaice rolls her over and hooks the leg, Weston drops for the count!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! MARINA KICKS OUT!

Jaice wastes no time, getting back to his feet and holding back his frustration. He picks Marina up by her neck but Marina throws a headbutt in his direction, sending him stumbling back momentarily. Marina bounces off the ropes and comes back with a wicked missile dropkick which sends Jaice flying over the top rope to the outside. Weston begins his ten count once again, and Marina stands in the ring in a very sexy pose for all the men in the arena and the cameras flash furiously. However some women in the crowd seem ready to jump the guardrail and Marina simply taunts them back.

JON MCDANIEL: Man I think every guy is getting a bloodrush to their heads.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah. THAT head, and I don’t think too many of our female patrons are too happy with the gorgeous display in the ring from Marina.

Jaice crouches as he moves around the ring to the opposite side but Ian is there to warn Marina he’s trying to sneak around behind her by yelling at her. Jaice slides in quickly and there is one fan with a sign that says “SURPRISE BUTTSEKZ” that gets angry and throws it at Ian. Jaice slides in and jumps up and clotheslines Marina Blue to the canvas but she quickly rebounds and gets back to her feet in one swift motion. Jaice springboards off the middle ropes and sends a back elbow towards Marina but she sidesteps this and hits a roundhouse kick to Jaice’s chest as he comes flying past her. Marina with a corkscrew moonsault now sends the crowd to their feet as she quickly hooks the leg on Jaice!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! JAICE WILDS KICKS OUT!

Marina can’t believe it but she doesn’t waste time arguing and gets back to her feet. She picks Jaice up by his hair and grabs onto his head and neck, spinning around and laying him out with a thunderous neckbreaker. Marina is back up and she bounces off the ropes and comes at Jaice with a leg drop but Jaice rolls out of the way and Marina feels it as she lands on her backside on the canvas. Jaice quickly gets to his feet and sends a heel kick into her jaw, sending her down to the canvas. Jaice heads to to the top for the Aerial Ace but NO! Marina blocks it and sends Jaice flying into the corner turnbuckle down and out.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boy, you know what’s coming don’t you?

JON MCDANIEL: I can only imagine, Corey.

Marina quickly climbs the top turnbuckle directly opposite on the side as Jaice where he now sits with his head

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against the middle rope. DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE!!! The fans go NUTS with cheers and applause as Marina drags Jaice a bit into the middle of the ring and hooks the legs.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: The winner of this match, BY PINFALL….. MARINA BLUE!

JON MCDANIEL: Spectacular, spectacular. That move never ceases to amaze me, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll give Jaice credit, he fought hard but there’s a reason that Marina isn’t only one of the best women in this sport, she’s one of the best period!

JON MCDANIEL: Folks, we have to go backstage. I’m being told something has happened!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Scotty Snow is shown face down out cold on the cement. Across his back written in black spray paint is the word “Damn”.

COREY TAYLOR: Who is the… This… is… uncalled for!

“Duel of the Fates” hits up in the arena and the crowd show no love to this man as he steps from the back and stares into an empty ring.

ERIC EMERSON: From Asaka, Japan; he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at one hundred and sixty pounds… REAVER!

Reaver steps into the ring and waits on his opponent, Grandpa Gary.

“House of the Rising Sun” hits up in the speakers and the crowd rise up to their feet for the man coming from the back.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring from Duluth, Minnessota; he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at something that isn’t known… former Aggression Champion…. GRANDPA GARY!

Gary waves to the crowd before stepping into the ring where he just stares at Reaver.

DING DING

Reaver with a front kick catches Gary by surprise, but Gary quickly ducks under sending Reaver down with a clothesline. Gary wastes no time in dropping a knee onto Reaver’s face. Reaver rolls out of the way spinning to sweep Gary’s legs out from under him. Showing agility belying his age, Gary jumps up out of the way, coming down with an elbow on Reaver’s midsection. Gary hops up to his feet.

“BACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

COREY TAYLOR: What an idiot.

JON MCDANIEL: Now, is that any way to talk about your father?

COREY TAYLOR: He is not!

Gary pulls Reaver up to a vertical base, Irish whip into the corner. Reaver scales the turnbuckle flipping back over Gary, catching him with an inverted DDT on the way down. Reaver locks on a arm triangle choke, but Gary in the ropes immediately to break the submission move. Reaver back up to his feet, Gary following shortly after. Collar and elbow lock up near the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Gary showing speed and agility I would have not thought possible.

COREY TAYLOR: Reaver is going to wipe the floor with this old scum!

JON MCDANIEL: Still bitter about the lack of child support I see.

Gary with a wristlock chaining into a hammerlock. Reaver counters and reverses into a wristlock and hammerlock of his own; his back against the turnbuckle padding. Reaver walks up the corner, dropping the hammerlock flipping over and catching Gary with an over the shoulder three quarter faceloc into a stunner. Reaver pulls Gary out of the corner, covering him for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Still too close to the ropes as Gary has the presence of mind to get his foot on the ropes. Reaver pulls him back up. Knife edge chop to the chest, following it with a second. Gary winces, but fires one of his own back into REaver’s chest. A second backs the Maverick brother back even more.

COREY TAYLOR: These Mavericks are becoming like the Kurtis’s, you can’t swing a stick without hitting one.

Reaver dodges the fourth chop, ducking under to flip Gary over his shoulder and onto his neck with a belly to back suplex. Reaver rolls over, synching in a standing armlock, doing his best to bend Gary’s arm the wrong way. Gary slams his fist into the back of REaver’s knees, dropping hiim down. Gary shoves himself up to his feet, right hand from Gary to Reaver’s temple. Reaver falls back in the ropes, coming back with a right of his own. Referee Alec Wilcox warns the two about the closed fists and they quickly begin to exchange stiff palm strikes instead. Reaver catches the right palm, whipping Gary into the corner. Gary turns around as he slams into the corner, Reaver catching his boot heavily on the chin. Reaver spins around holding at his chin when Gary dives from the middle rope with a second rope diving bulldog!

JON MCDANIEL: Your daddy is doing well.

COREY TAYLOR: That old fart is not my damn daddy!

JON MCDANIEL: Having daddy issues Corey?

Gary stomps a few times on Reaver’s midsection before pulling the young upstart back up to his feet. Gary shoves him backwards into the corner, clotheslining him for good measure.

“BACCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

Gary climbs the corner, dropping right bombs on the face and head of Reaver until Alec warns him about the closed fists again. Reaver stumbles out of the corner right into a spinebuster from Gary. Grandpa locks on a figure four in the center of the ring while yelling out…

BACCCCOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

COREY TAYLOR: Is he calling this the Bacon lock or something?

JON MCDANIEL: I don’t know, but it is effective.

Reaver rolls over and begins to crawl for the ropes and after a few agonizing minutes makes the near bottom rope. Gary releases the hold immediately choosing to further damage his opponent. Gary pulls him up, but Reaver nails him in the midsection with a headbutt before lifting and spinning around to nail an inverted atomic drop. Gary clutches at himself and hops a bit, giving Reaver time to regain his composure. Reaver off the ropes, springboard roundhouse takes Gary to one knee. Reaver off the ropes, shining wizard takes Gary down and Reaver makes a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Gary manages a shoulder up, but his hands are still busy holding himself, just because he’s old don’t mean the damn t hings don’t hurt when you get kneed there.

COREY TAYLOR: Heee heee heee old balls…. heee heee hee.

JON MCDANIEL: Guess no more siblings for ya Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: If you don’t shut the f*bleep*k up, I’m going to…

JON MCDANIEL: What cry over your daddy issues? Face it Taylor, I’ve got the best of you and that drives you crazy.

Corey begins to mumble heavily about cocky play by play people as Reaver once again pulls Gary up.

GARY WITH A ROLLUP!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Grandpa Gary!

COREY TAYLOR: What? Where? How?

JON MCDANIEL: It was a surprise rollup, it happened center ring, and it happened because it was a surprise to Reaver who was… guess what… surprised.

Commercial for Robinson: The Very Best of the Best

“Hard Rock Hallelujah” hits up in the speakers as the crowd, well they boo this man as heavily as they will boo Marcus Marion, as much as they do Rob Robinson, needless to say, he is pretty well hated because of his association with Rob Robinson.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way from Parts Unknown; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… THE DRAGON!

Dragon steps into the ring, giving a snarling comment to the fans who are lustily booing him.

“This Moment” queues up and the crowd… well they are up on their feet, damn right!

ERIC EMERSON: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs one hundred and eighty pounds… the Main Event of the Midway, the Champion of the Carnies,… THE FREAK!

The Freak explodes from the back, throwing shirts Rebel Pro memorabilia to the crowd as well as Best of Rebel Pro 2009 DVDs out to the crowd before hopping into the ring. Freak is wearing a t-shirt that reads “Here Lizard Lizard lizard” and on the back is a picture of The Dragon wearing diapers. Freak looks up into the rafters as he spins around and all of a sudden replicas of this shirt fall from the ceiling.

DING DING

Dragon comes out of the corner firing right and left throat thrusts towards Freak who is just caught off guard. Dragon drops down quickly sweeping Freak’s legs out from under him. Dragon off the ropes quickly with a springboard backflip into a shin across Freak’s throat. Dragon yells something down into Freak’s upturned face before dragging him back up to his feet. Irish whip sends Freak into the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Dragon coming out firing on all cylinders here.

COREY TAYLOR: What is different than any other week?

Dragon runs in, flipping over to slam an elbow into Freak’s chest, doing his best to showboat a bit before hitting his elbow. Freak stumbles out of the corner and here comes Dragon with a rolling thunder clothesline taking the former Aggression Champion down. Dragon pops up to his feet, yelling something unintelligible to the crowb before he pulls Freak back up to a vertical base.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak unable to mount a bit of offense here.

JON MCDANIEL: One must wonder if Freak has his head in the game here tonight or what he must be thinking about.

Dragon with a stinging chop to the chest before following up with a rapid fire second and third chop. Dragon spins around kicking Freak in the ribs before Irish whipping Freak into the corner. Dragon with another run before leaping into the air to land on Freak’s shoulders, flipping him out of the corner with a hurricanrana!

COREY TAYLOR: Look at Dragon go!

JON MCDANIEL: Freak needs to get his head into the game here or this match will be over!

Dragon pulls Freak back up, stinging chop to the chest. Dragon looks to the crowd before spinning around, slapping the damn taste right out of Freak’s mouth. Freak spins down to one knee from the impact, but a light seems to be shining in his eyes now. Freak allows Dragon to pull him back up, but Freak fires a right and left punch combo into Dragon’s midsection doubling him over from the impact of the blows. Freak with a snapping neckbreaker has Dragon on his back and he is back up.

JON MCDANIEL: Here we go!

COREY TAYLOR: That Son of a bitch!

Freak grabs Dragon into a headlock, using the crook of his elbow to lodge it under his chin and wear The Dragon down.

JON MCDANIEL: Freak going for a submission here?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like a blatent choke if you ask me.

JON MCDANIEL: Good thing I didn’t then.

Dragon gets over onto one knee, but Freak rleases the hold in favor of mounting a ground and pound tactic. Freak throwing down rights and lefts onto Dragon’s face as Referee Alec Wilcox pulls Freak off of Dragon warning him about the closed fists.

JON MCDANIEL: Alec putting his hands on the wrestlers, that is totally uncalled for!

COREY TAYLOR: I saw Alec do no such thing.

Dragon begins to pull himself up, but Freak is a kind soul and helps him up. Collar and elbow lockup, Freak goes behind quickly into a rear waistlock. Dragon breaks out of the hold into one of his own. Exactly what Freak wanted as he rolls forward sending Dragon scrambling to hold onto the top rope. Freak flying through the air with a roundhouse kick sending Dragon over the top to the outside. Freak wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes launching himself over with a suicide plancha onto the rising Dragon. The impact sends both into the railing that is extremely close to the ring thanks to the overly large stage in the arena. Freak pulls himself up, whipping Dragon into the apron before coming with a clothesline. Dragon ducks out of the way slamming a kick into Freak’s ribs as he bounces out of the way. Dragon up on the apron running along coming down with a bicycle kick, but Freak manages to dive out of the way. Dragon catches himself.

JON MCDANIEL: What a move!

COREY TAYLOR: Both men taking out all the stops here!

Dragon lands back on the apron, up to the middle rope, back flipping onto the Freak taking him out. Dragon picks him up, rolling him into the ring before climbing back in himself. Dragon pulls Freak up, pounding him with elbows to the side of his temple and lifting him up, slamming him, but Freak counters. Freak with a quick succession of elbows fires them into Dragon’s head sending him down to one knee. Freak off the ropes, slamming a knee into Dragon’s head sending him down on his face. Frak pulls him up, Irish whip into the corner. Freak flips himself over, slamming his elbow into Dragon’s chest, doing his best to mock him as much as possible. Dragon stumbles out of the corner, right into a belly to belly that Freak doesn’t release upon impact. Freak rolls over, kneeing Dragon in the midsection, but Dragon fires a punch into Freak’s thigh. Freak falls back, Dragon sweeps his legs out from under him.

JON MCDANIEL: What fast paced action!

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t even see The Dragon, all I see is Freak on the canvas!

Dragon locks on a heel hook, looking to either ground Freak or to make him submit. Too bad he doesn’t see the foot that comes over connecting with the side of his head. Dragon falls over but Freak is slow to pull himself up to his feet. Dragon begins to stir, Freak right behind him.

JON MCDANIEL: Rear Naked Choke!

Alec looks around, he knows this is a perfectly legal move, and he wants to help out The Pantheon, but he doesn’t want to damage The Dragon.

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like Alec is in a bit of a pickle here.

COREY TAYLOR: Um…. that is a blatent choke! I can see it!

Alec turns to the curtain, hoping for some guidance when Freak drops the hold long enough to slap Dragon’s hand on the canvas three times in rapid fire succession. Freak immediately locks the hold back on and waits. Having no choice, and thinking that Dragon tapped, he signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: He didn’t tap Alec!

JON MCDANIEL: Unfortunately, the decision has been made.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match as a result of submission…. THE FREAK!

Freak slaps Dragon on the cheek lightly before flipping over the rope and to the back, waving to the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m being told we have another Phoenix member down in the back. This night is shaping up well as most of the former Rebel Pro roster will be arrested before the night is over.

We go to the back and see Moke Doshkey down on the ground. Written on his back in the same black spray paint is the word “That’s”.

JON MCDANIEL: Damn that’s….what’s this getting at?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know Jon. Maybe we’ll find out later tonight. Bet your ass that Mr. The Phoenix is searching out to find out what is going on.

Commercial for Baked Beans because Robinson is a gas.

JON MCDANIEL: Welcome back to the ring, wrestling fans! Coming right up next, the Bluegrass Mafia will be defending their World Tag titles against the Dark Market! And what a match that is shaping up to be!

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about? The Dark Market didn’t even record a promo this week.

JON MCDANIEL: Yeah, I know, but I always have to be positive. You know, optimistic.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but there’s a line, man. You should never cross the line!

“Believe” by the Bravery hits the PA, and out from the curtain walks the Dark Market, looking very focused, but the fans give them little reaction.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the Robinson Pro World Tag Team Championship! Introducing the challengers! Representing Portland, Oregon, and Reno, Nevada respectively! Weighing in at a total combined weight of FOUR hundred EIGHTY ONE POUNDS! “The Richest SOB” Eric Thompson! “The Motivator” Brian Williams! The DARK! MARKET!

Little or no reaction from the fans as the Dark Market climb into the ring and raise their arms to the crowd. Then Meatloaf blasts over the PA, and the crowd goes CAH-RAZY as the Bluegrass Mafia walks out from the back!

ERIC EMERSON: And now, the team you’ve all been waiting for! They represent Wickliffe and Paducah, Kentucky respectively! Weighing in at a total combined weight of FIVE hundred THIRTY FIVE POUNDS! Accompanied to the ring by the lovely Lyndsay Valentine, they ARE! THE ROBINSON PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! “The BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS! “J-KURT” JONOTHAN KURTIS! THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA! TWO! POINT! OH!

COREY TAYLOR: Now, who the hell paid him to give them such a LONG WINDED introduction?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh, who cares? They’re the champions, after all!

The Bluegrass Mafia hit the ring as Lyndsay Valentine waits on the outside of the apron. Looks like Eric Thompson is going to start things off, and J-Kurt and Matthew rock paper scissors to see who will start. Jonothan wins, and referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell! J-Kurt and Thompson lock up collar and elbow style but Kurtis is quickly backed into the corner due to size difference. Matthew is quick to assist his younger brother, delivering a shot to Thompson’s head, causing him to reel into the middle of the ring. Matthew pep talks Jonothan, and J-Kurt is back in this match, hitting a rising Thompson with a STIFF roundhouse kick that would make Chuck Norris flinch! Thompson hits the mat as J-Kurt hits a ROLLING THUNDER followed by a quick pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by Thompson at two and a half!

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt on the offensive here, Thompson really needs a tag!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, if Thompson doesn’t get a tag then Williams won’t be able to wrestle, McDaniel.

Thompson reaches for his corner, but J-Kurt grabs him by the hair, his attitude getting both a pop from the crowd and a warning from Wilcox, and drags him over to Matthew. J-Kurt tags in Matthew and the brothers set up Thompson in the corner for some hurt. Here comes Williams with the save, but Wilcox warns him to get out of the ring, leaving the Bluegrass Mafia to do their damage in the corner! Mudhole stomps from both brothers! J-Kurt off the middle rope, Matthew with a military press on his OWN brother… SLAMS on top of Thompson! That move was killer! J-Kurt, injured from that move, rolls out of the ring as Matthew picks up Thompson and Williams finally relents. Matthew grabs Thompson and irish whips him into the ropes, NAILING him on the rebound with a YAKUZA KICK that levels him! Matthew picks up Thompson to deliver more damage and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Thompson hits sternum-first, and HARD, bouncing back and turning around straight into a MATTHEW KURTIS BEARHUG! The crowd pops huge as Thompson appears to be fading fast! NO THOMPSON WITH A DESPERATION EYE POKE! Matthew holds his eye as he drops Thompson, and Thompson hits him with a DROP KICK to the knee that drops him to one knee! Thompson off the ropes LARIAT levels the big man and THOMPSON NEEDS A TAG! Williams is reaching! Thompson is crawling! Matthew is coming around! ALMOST THERE!

JON MCDANIEL: HOT TAG TO WILLIAMS!

WILLIAMS IS IN THE RING, charges KURTIS!

LARIAT to the big man almost puts him down! Williams off the ropes with a KNEE LIFT but the big man STILL DOESN’T GO DOWN! OFF THE ROPES A THIRD TIME!

And he’s absolutely LEVELED by a Matthew Kurtis Clothesline from Kentucky! Matthew tags in J-Kurt, grabs Williams… IRISH WHIP!

RIGHT INTO A JONOTHAN KURTIS SUPER KICK! J-Kurt heads to the top rope as Matthew lifts Williams. BLUEGRASS BOMB and Williams is out! J-KURT OFF THE TOP! FLIPPING LEG DROP! AND J-KURT GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

THOMPSON RUSHED IN FOR THE SAVE!

TWO!

THOMPSON DIVES… GETS CLOTHESLINED BY MATTHEW!

THREE!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your WINNER and STILL ROBINSON PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! The BLUEGRASS MAFIA! TWO! POINT! OH!

JON MCDANIEL: Well, an impressive victory from the BGM 2.0 but it didn’t really look like the Dark Market were very focused.

COREY TAYLOR: No way, man, I didn’t see any effort from those guys. Sucks, too, because if they had been focused on this match, we might have seen a different outcome tonight!

JON MCDANIEL: Right you are, Taylor. We have to go to commercial, but stay tuned! More Robinson Pro action right after this!

The BGM raise their arms in victory as Thompson helps Williams out of the ring to the immense cheers of a Coalition-supportive crowd!

- Commercial -

- MEGAVISION -

The camera fades in to see Johnny Maverick, in full ring gear, carrying his Aggression Championship over his shoulder, walking through the backstage toward the arena. Just as he is about to enter the arena, a familiar voice clears his throat behind him. The World Heavyweight Champion, The Falcon, appears behind him as the camera tracks, carrying his own belt over the shoulder of his red tuxedo tee shirt. Maverick turns to see his guest, however uninvited, and snarls.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the big bad bird himself?

The Falcon smiles, genuinely amused.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: This isn’t a social visit, I imagine?

The Falcon stands up straight and begins to approach Maverick.

THE FALCON: Kind of lonely up there in dreamland… Isn’t it?

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You get used to it. How is it up there on Ass Hole Mountain?

The Falcon chuckles this time, amused. Maverick echoes his chuckle mockingly as the Falcon begins to circle Maverick. The Falcon stops between him and the arena as his smile disappears, no longer amused.

THE FALCON: Must be hard to start a revolution without any followers, eh Johnny? I can see that you’re frustrated.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I do my best work frustrated.

THE FALCON: (ignoring Maverick) What kind of old buddy would I be if I didn’t offer you an… alternative?

Maverick pauses.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Alternative?

The Falcon begins to circle Maverick again, speaking deliberately.

THE FALCON: Come on, Johnny. Stop the charade. Even REBEL Pro’s most patriotic wrestlers have deserted you. You’re about to take up arms against the world, Johnny, and you’re going to do it alone. Are you sure that’s what you want to do?

Maverick pauses again, the look on his face suggests that he’s actually considering the Falcon’s words. The Falcon circles behind Maverick as he continues to speak.

THE FALCON: You know… you don’t have to, Johnny. You can forget about fighting a losing battle, with or without those clowns. See, those quote-unquote “wrestlers” that refuse to help you? They’re stupid, Johnny. Naive–

Maverick shoots the Falcon a nasty glare.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You’d have to be crazy to ask me what I think you’re about to.

The Falcon continues to speak, slowing in his step only a bit, completely ignoring Maverick.

THE FALCON: They can’t do the things that you’ve done. Without you, they haven’t got a chance at restoring the old REBEL. What am I asking you to do, Johnny? I’m asking you to show them their mistake.

The Falcon completes his circle and stands in front of Maverick yet again.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You know… You almost make a sick sort of sense…

The Falcon grins a little in the corner of his mouth, which disappears as quickly as it came.

THE FALCON: If they won’t join you, Maverick… Why not join me?

There is a long pause as Maverick appears to carefully consider the Falcon’s offer. The Falcon’s smile gets wider with every passing second.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You know I’d have to think about this, right?

The Falcon shrugs.

THE FALCON: Probably. That’s fine. If you’re as smart as I think you are, it won’t take you long to figure out the right choice. Especially if you want this belt as badly as you say.

Maverick nods and turns. He thinks for maybe five or six seconds before he turns back and spits in the Falcon’s face.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I don’t care who’s spine I have to snap on the way. I WILL have that belt sooner or later.

Maverick shoves past the Falcon and heads through a doorway into the arena. The Falcon, look of pure annoyance and rage on his face, wipes the saliva off his face as he turns to look toward the arena. The camera zooms in on his blood red eyes, FULL of hate, as he nods slowly.

THE FALCON: If you say so.

The Falcon turns and walks off shot as the camera slowly fades to black.

Kid Rock’s “Cocky” hits as the crowd goes batshit.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Kentucky but is now fighting out of North Carolina, he weighs in at 230 pounds…..’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

The Show comes out slapping hands with the fans at ringside before entering the ring.

Jon McDaniel: That is certainly a big, freaking pop for the challenger.

Corey Taylor: Wow, he has the love of a bunch of inbred hicks. Way to go.

“Lead Into Demise” by Kingdom of Sorrow plays the champion to the ring.

Eric Emerson: From Washington, D.C.; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, your Robinson-Pro Aggression Champion… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny is greeted to a pop equally as loud as the one for his opponent. He trots to the ring, and holds up his belt. First he points to Chad, then to his belt, nodding.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like the crowd is torn on who to support in this match.

Eric Emerson: I’m pulling for a double DQ.

Jon McDaniel: Well of course you are.

The bell rings and they lock up. Maverick attempts to strike first with a forearm, but Kurtis catches his arm and respond with a swift kick to the back. Johnny stumbles forward, and Chad holds onto his wrist and delivers a short-arm clothesline, causing him to fall back on his ass.
Chad follows up with an elbow drop, which he hits. However, when he springs back up to deliver another one, Maverick rolls out of the way and get back up. The two men charge at each other, Mav ducking a clothesline, but whiffing on a spinning heel kick. Chad lays into him with a series of shots that come awful close to being closed fist. Kurtis scores a shoulder block takedown and continues to lay into Johnny while on top of him.

Jon McDaniel: The Show is controlling the match so far.

Corey Taylor: It looks like we may have trouble.

We see Jacob Venar making his way through the crowd to sit ringside where he waves his ticket to show how and why he is there.

Jon McDaniel: He better not cause any trouble for the competitors in this contest.

Corey Taylor: Or else what? What are you going to do about it?

Maverick has gotten back up and is taking control with a knee to the gut. He whips Chad into the ropes and lets him run into a dropkick. Johnny stomps on the challenger a bit before running the ropes and coming back with an elbow drop of his own. Mav picks him up, and Chad slugs him in the jaw. Chad follows up with a series of knife-edged chops to the neck and chest of the champ. He executes an inverted atomic drop, leaving the champ clutching his groin in pain.

Corey Taylor: That was a low blow! Where’s the ref?

Jon McDaniel: It’s a legal move, since the groin wasn’t being targeted.

Corey Taylor: My ass it wasn’t.

Kurtis nails a bulldog. He picks up Maverick only to quickly drop him again with a sit out face-buster. He goes for a cover.

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Johnny kicks out and rolls away from Kurtis. They tangle up, with Chad getting Johnny in a headlock. He runs the champ into the turnbuckle, then holds him against it while climbing the ropes delivering more brutal chops. Johnny reverses with a spinebuster. He catches Chad with a savate kick as he tries to get up. Johnny jumps up and drives his knees into the sternum of his opponent. He goes for a cover.

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The Show gets his shoulder up just before the ref slapped the canvas for a second time. Mav remains on offense, rolling Kurtis over and applying a full nelson. Kurtis tries to power out of this hold, but Maverick seems to have him securely locked in it. However, he is strong enough to resist submission and thus, things slow down. Chad pushes his way towards the ropes, with Johnny trying to stay where he is. It looks as though Chad will make it to the edge and get the rope break, but Johnny pulls him away and keeps the hold on. Somehow though, Chad is able to escape the lock and get away from Mav, though he clearly hurting from the pressure on his neck. Johnny sends him into the ropes, but Chad avoids a clothesline, instead grabbing his outstretched arm and sweeping the leg to knock him off his feet. Chad puts his legs around the arm and his arms around the champ’s neck, locking him in a crossface. This time, it’s the aggression champion’s turn to try to reach for the ring ropes. Maverick appears to be in more danger than Kurtis was, as the crossface is a more effective submission hold.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick is in some trouble here. We could see a new champ.

Corey Taylor: He’d just be a placeholder until a deserving Pantheon member takes what is rightfully his.

Just like before, the victim of the submission hold manages to crawl all the way to where the ring ropes are. However, just like before, the attacker is able to drag him back to the center of the ring just as the other is about to make contact. It looks as though Johnny is about to give up, but he suddenly finds the strength to craw back to the ropes. This time, he’s able to touch them, and Kurtis is forced to break. Chad keeps up the attack though, performing his Showtime maneuver. He goes for a cover.

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Somehow, Mav manages to kickout of this one. They get tied up with each other, trading punches and kicks. Suddenly, Johnny pulls out his much beloved OF,MF!, causing Chad to flip over onto his back. Johnny picks him up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Mav chops him up before placing him on the top of the turnbuckle. Before he can pull off some kickass move, the Show reverses and they both fall to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god! Both men take a plunge.

Corey Taylor: Good maybe they’ll both be crippled.

The two men writhe around on the floor as the referee starts to count. They slowly work their way up, and glare at each other. They decide not to attack each other, rather deciding to hurry up and get back in the ring.

Corey Taylor: Dammit, so close.

Once back in, the action gets really hot, as both guys try to break out their big moves. Johnny strikes first with THIS IS SPARTA!, but Chad is able to skin the cat and avoid being thrown back outside. Chad comes off the top rope, performing a flying lariat. Kurtis goes back up to the top and hits the Bluegrass Breeze. Chad sets him up for his finisher, the CK Finale. However, Johnny reverses into Oops I broke Him. The Show stumbles around trying regain his composure, but Maverick is able to execute his finisher, Another Body Murdered. He covers.

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The bell rings, and Maverick has retained the Aggression belt. The ref holds his arm and hands him the prize, which his other arm holds up high in the air. The fans show their appreciation for what they’ve seen, though Venar is applauding sarcastically. Johnny glares at the world champ and lets him know that he’s coming after him. Jacob doesn’t seem too concerned.

Commercial for Robinson again, because he’s paying for the show and he is the best… not one of the best, but the best on the Planet!

JON MCDANIEL: Welcome back from commercial fans, I’m just looking at the program, here, and it looks like coming up we have the main eve–

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM?”

JON MCDANIEL: Woops, it looks like the World Champion has decided to make his appearance!

You can barely hear the sound of 12 Stones’ “Anthem for the Underdog” as the fans boo the hell out of the man who just walked through the curtain. He’s wearing black jeans, a red and black tuxedo tee shirt, red skate shoes, his hair is in a ponytail, and is carrying the REBEL Pro World Championship belt over his shoulder.

JON MCDANIEL: That’s not the Robinson Pro title…

COREY TAYLOR: No, that’s the REBEL Pro title! Robinson’s not going to like this…

Indeed it is! Not the Robinson Pro title, but the REBEL Pro title is draped over his shoulder. A lot of fans along the aisle and at ringside become very confused at this realization that the confederate flag is emblazoned on the front of the gold, and even start to feel a little hope for REBEL Pro, but most of them still boo behind 12 Stones. The Falcon walks to the ring, obviously taking his time, soaking in the crowd’s apparent “appreciation” for him. He finally gets to the ring and climbs through the ropes. He stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd and music finally quiet down, and then smirks as he raises the microphone to his lips. As he takes a breath to speak the crowd starts to get rowdy again, roaring their disapproval at the new champion. He drops the microphone back to his side as the smirk disappears. With a true annoyed look on his face, the Falcon raises the microphone to his lips once more.

THE FALCON: The sooner you all shut the hell up, the sooner I say what I came here to say, the sooner we can all go home. Your choice.

COREY TAYLOR: He does make a good point.

The crowd finally calms down and the Falcon raises the microphone to his lips again.

THE FALCON: You people sure are… ignorant. Aren’t you?

More boos, but the Falcon continues to speak so they don’t get a roll on.

THE FALCON: Let’s think back, shall we? To a month ago. You all would have been happy as a clam to see me carry the World Heavyweight Championship. Not one of you would have any objection to the idea of me LEADING this company. Better than having that loud-mouth ignorant blonde own this show, don’t you think?

JON MCDANIEL: Which “blonde” is he talking about?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m not really sure, but there are only two to pick from. And they’re BOTH in tonight’s main event coming up!

The crowd buzzes a little.

THE FALCON: Okay, so the circumstances are a little different. I’ll give you that. Different owner… different title… different company, really. I just want you all to understand that I am NO different than I was a month ago before all of this crap started to happen. A little richer, maybe, but still the same guy. I’m just on the opposite side of the board. But the fact of the matter is, I’m the champion now. And that’s something that you and the rest of the locker room really need to start getting used to.

“YOU SOLD OUT” chants begin to fill the arena as the Falcon chuckles, scratching his head.

JON MCDANIEL: The fans seem to think differently!

COREY TAYLOR: And how!

THE FALCON: So THAT’S what you think of me. You think that I “sold out” to Robinson and his pathetic crew of miscreants and THAT’S why I’m the World Champion. Hell, you all probably think I “sold out” to BECOME the champion, don’t you?

Boos mean “Yes”. The Falcon continues.

THE FALCON: See, that’s the reason I came out here tonight. Not just to respond to Johnny Maverick’s challenge, but because there are several pesky misconceptions that really need to be cleared up.

The Falcon pauses while the fans quiet down.

THE FALCON: The first of which is that I sold out to the Pantheon and that I “work” for the Phoenix. Let’s have everyone in the audience and in the locker room listen real close to what I’m about to say, because I’m not really big on repeating myself.

As the Falcon continues he speaks very deliberately.

THE FALCON: I do not work for Rob Robinson.

The fans buzz in confusion.

JON MCDANIEL: Wait… what?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m lost too, McDaniel…

THE FALCON: Well, I mean, sure, on paper. He books the shows, he signs the paychecks, that’s life. But I do not react to a little tug of Robinson’s proverbial leash. He says “Jump”, I say “Go (BLEEP) yourself”. Because, contrary to popular belief, Rob Robinson does not own the Falcon. The Falcon owns the Falcon. That’s exactly why, two weeks ago, I stood happily at the entrance and watched as the Pantheon, at my TOTAL control, did what Robinson told me to do personally. Why? Because there was nothing in it for me. What use is there in ending the career of another pathetic jobbing newbie? What purpose would be served if I lay waste to a couple of has-been wrestling superstars? That’s not my business, Rob. So I sent your lackeys to do your dirty work. I let the mutts loose long enough to cause some havoc, although I know they could never do any real damage, and was content to watch from the curtain. You think it was satisfaction on my face? No, that smile was pure amusement. I’ve never felt that kind of… empowerment before. I’ve never had pathetic lackeys at my disposal before. Sure, they’ll never accomplish much, or ever amount to anything, but for a couple of minutes there I actually had some fun, watching a couple of mindless automatons jump when I say jump and dance when I say dance. Anyway, I’m getting off the point. Rob Robinson owns the company I work for and, consequently, my pay check. So, yes, I do what is asked of me or expected of me, when it’s REALLY worth it, so I can continue to do what I love and get paid DAMN well to do it. You pathetic spits of flesh do the exact same thing every God damned day, and yet, for some reason, you HATE me for it.

More boos as the Falcon lowers his microphone. After a moment, he raises it to speak.

THE FALCON: But that’s not the only reason I do it. Why else do you think I joined the Pantheon three weeks ago? To get the World title? NO, you confederate morons, not to become World Champion. Shit, I didn’t even know he was going to give this thing to me that night. You know me, you KNOW I prefer a good, HARD fought victory over being handed one. But see, when Robinson bought the company, I accepted it, unlike the fools in the back. The time to act was long since passed the minute that coward Gordon signed this company over to Robinson. So all I really could do was accept that things were changing around here. Everyone else was content to stand there with their thumbs up their asses until things got really bad and then decided that maybe they should do something about it, which, by the way, isn’t going to work. But me? I moved on. Almost.

Confusion in the audience as the Falcon smirks.

THE FALCON: See, I didn’t care much for Robinson’s new rules. That ass clown was taking all of the fun out of REBEL Pro, every reason I had to join this federation in the first place. So what should I have done? Fought the boss? Hah, yeah that’s a really good idea. That is, if you consider unemployment a step forward in life, if you consider standing in line at the unemployment office fun. I approached our new “boss”, kindly asked him to keep his referees off my back, and what was the compromise? Beat the hell out of the Freak. Done and done. Easy. Well, okay, not so much “easy” as “enjoyable”. That was the night I realized that having our “boss” owe me a favor or two was probably in my best interest. So, when the “boss” asked me to join his little crew in exchange for the restoration of REBEL Pro rules in my matches? I was happy to accept. I stepped forward when all of my pathetic colleagues in the back there decided that they wanted to take a step back. I embraced change and benefitted from it while they shunned it and are now suffering, wallowing in their own self-pity and self-doubt, drowning in their envy of me and my accomplishments. And you all, like them, are upset by this, maddened by the realization that I have succeeded in becoming a REBEL Pro Grand Slam Champion because I was ahead of the curve. So, let’s be real here. You, and all the people in the back right now, are not angry because I “sold out” to the boss. You hate me because I’m smarter than you.

BOOOOO. The Falcon smirks, then quickly looks annoyed again.

JON MCDANIEL: These fans sure don’t think so!

COREY TAYLOR: Actually, I happen to agree with the Falcon. He’s got some good points.

THE FALCON: Don’t try to tell me that you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you were in my position. Every human being on this planet shares the same characteristic; you are all hypocrites. You speak out against greed and narcissism, and yet each one of them in the locker room wish they could be in my position, angry because I thought of doing what I did before they did. And you, you all hate me because I did what was best for me when that’s all any of you pathetic creatures ever do; you look out for numero uno. And because of that, your word doesn’t mean much to me, and I really could give a shit what you think about me or what I do. Because of what I did, whether you like it or not, I am the World Heavyweight Champion, and because of how I acquired it there isn’t a soul in that locker room who doesn’t want to knock me out and take the belt. Johnny Maverick is back there right now teetering on the edge of sanity waiting, just WAITING, to hear my answer to his challenge, hanging on my every word, driving himself INSANE waiting to hear whether or not he has a future in professional wrestling – by the way, if you missed that, it’s because if I accept I’m going to break his neck. And because of all of your envy and all of your pure hatred for me, simply by being the champion I have made this title the most sought after belt in Professional Wrestling, and brought life back to this pitiful company and it’s championship that an hour ago nobody but Johnny Maverick had any desire for. So say thank you.

More boos as the Falcon pauses, preparing to bring up his next point.

THE FALCON: Now, the second misconception that needs clearing up is the rumor going around that I don’t deserve to carry this here World Heavyweight Championship. Up until this point, I have been Carolinas Champion, Aggression Champion, World Tag Champion, and Number One Contender’s Cup holder. When I came back to REBEL Pro after my car accident, I went six matches undefeated to claim and defend the Aggression Championship, pinning Johnny Maverick and risking my life on top of a ladder and a scaffold to defeat Justin Case with Maverick as a guest referee. After losing the Aggression title I won the World tag title by pinning Damien Alexander on the VERY NEXT SHOW and went on to carry that belt for three (BLEEP)ing months, carrying that deadweight Maverick on my shoulders. I have a win over REBEL icon Bubba J and one of the best win-loss records in Rebel Pro wrestling today. If you don’t think that I deserve to be the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion, you’re (BLEEP)in’ high. Now, I know you all didn’t come out here for a history lesson – because that’s all it is, ancient history – but if you people insist on being ignorant and stupid, things need to be said to straighten you out. That goes to you dumb rednecks in the back, too.

JON MCDANIEL: Well, the Falcon obviously doesn’t want any friends in this arena tonight, does he?

COREY TAYLOR: He doesn’t need ‘em! He’s got the Pantheon to protect him!

The Falcon takes a moment’s pause as he walks around the ring, starting to get worked up. He climbs the turnbuckle and sits on the top, rubbing his tender right knee, the belt still over his shoulder, as the crowd begins to quiet down. After a moment he leans back, lifting the microphone to his lips.

THE FALCON: Now. The last misconception is that I am afraid to accept Johnny Maverick’s challenge for the World title. I’ve been called a pussy by Maverick and, a little more creatively, a chicken by REBEL’s resident redneck, Bubba J.

“CHICKEN SHIT” chants begin to fill the arena as the Falcon’s eyebrows dim in disgust.

JON MCDANIEL: Hah, well we know what the fans think!

COREY TAYLOR: I wish they’d stop interrupting. I’d like to hear this, believe it or not.

THE FALCON: I think that deep down we all know the truth to that one. Don’t we, ladies and gentlemen?

The Falcon jumps down from his perch atop the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring, dropping his world title on the canvas next to him.

THE FALCON: I have never backed down from a challenge in my entire life. I’ve never cowered in fear from ANYONE. Even when NAPW and REBEL’s resident giants stood in my way. So, when I say that my refusal to defend my title tonight is not out of fear, you know, I mean REALLY know, that I am telling you the truth. I’ve beaten Johnny Maverick before. I’ve been in the ring with him on countless occasions, and really, I’m not impressed. In fact, let me tell you a little something about Johnny Maverick, something that I’ve gathered from our past conversations and entanglements in the ring.

The Falcon pauses for effect, more out of amusement than anything else.

THE FALCON: Johnny Maverick is a complete joke.

BOOO!

THE FALCON: Listen to you morons. Before tonight, Johnny Maverick had done absolutely NOTHING to deserve a world title shot from ANYONE, let alone myself. The man does nothing but talk, and he never backs it up. Maybe against Marina Blue or Chad Kurtis but never against me. He couldn’t beat me a month ago, he couldn’t beat me two weeks ago, and my bet was that he couldn’t beat me now. The man couldn’t even pull his weight in what was SUPPOSED to be the most dominating alliance in REBEL Pro history. What use would there be in proving myself against a man who has never beaten me or even been on my level? See that’s why I was going to use tonight to see if he’d changed since I gave up the tag titles to the Pantheon, to see if he was worth any more than two and a half minutes of my time. I needed to know my decision tonight. I needed to know that it’s the right one. But I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll get to that in a minute.

The Falcon paces again as the crowd buzzes. He stops pacing when he raises the mic to his lips.

THE FALCON: See, when Maverick suggested that I was ducking him, it wasn’t really far from the truth. But I wasn’t ducking him out of fear, it was more like… the way a child tries to duck his younger brother. It’s more annoyance than anything else, Maverick. Not fear. For months you’ve been tugging at my sleeve, begging for attention, asking for the chance to be RELEVANT, Johnny, and I even gave it to you. I carried you to two World Tag Championships. But now you want a chance to play with the big boys and fight for my belt, the biggest prize in sports entertainment today – because, let’s face it, WWE is currently spiraling downward, TNA has always sucked, NAPW is closing in a week, and what the hell is the PWA? – because for some reason, Johnny, it all wasn’t good enough. But see, I’m not as big a dick as you think I am. Instead of flat REFUSING to let you get close to me, I decided I would give you one week, one show, to prove that you deserve a shot at my title. It’s not about fear, Johnny. Shit, I could care less if you climbed into the ring and actually beat me for the title. If I thought there was actually a legitimate chance for you to beat me and take the belt, I would have accepted your offer in a heart beat. I already mentioned that I prefer a good, hard fought victory over a blowout. But before tonight, Johnny, I wasn’t sure that you had that capability. Against my better judgement, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, came out here tonight, and watched your match against Chad Kurtis. And do you know what, Maverick?

The Falcon pauses, looking up at the entrance way as the crowd quiets down to hear his next words.

THE FALCON: When you first challenged me for the belt… I should have told you to go (BLEEP) yourself.

BOOO!

THE FALCON: As far as I’m concerned, Maverick, I already earned this belt from you on several occasions. And it wasn’t by knowing the right people, Maverick, it was by sweating and bleeding everything I have in this ring every God damned night. It was by proving night after night that I’m better than you in every way, shape and form. It was by beating you, and denying you victory over me time and time again. Take it this way, ass hat, by refusing you a World title shot, I have given you a few more weeks to enjoy your career. Pro-Wrestling 101; don’t bet your career against a man who, in a million years, you would never beat.

The crowd continues to boo as the Falcon reaches down and picks up his belt, slinging it over his shoulder as he stands. As he raises his mic to his lips to speak once more, strange music takes over the PA.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh, God. I know that music.

COREY TAYLOR: Is that Creed?

JON MCDANIEL: That’s Ryan Ross from the PWA! I wonder what business he has here?

Creed’s “Freedom Fighter” blares over the PA as Ryan Ross from the PWA walks out on to the Robinson Pro stage with a microphone in hand. He raises the mic to his mouth as the music fades.

RYAN ROSS: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jacob! I came to this show trying to enjoy myself, but you coming out here and just… Well it sounds something like “blah, blah blah, blah, blah blah blah.”

The fans chuckle and give a little pop as Ross steps to the other side of the stage to continue. The Falcon watches from the ring with his arms folded in his chest and several things like HATE swimming in his red eyes.

RYAN ROSS: I’m not coming out here now to shut you up, or ruin whatever the (BLEEP) you were trying to do, but… wait, no, that’s exactly what I’m doing out here. You see Jacob I see you saying your not a little chicken shit, you don’t back down, but you do things on your terms, I understand that. I understand that you’re a large pile of shit and that I need to help you get over your little problem.

The fans give another pop and start a “CHICKEN SHIT” chant but it ends as Ross lifts his hands for silence once again. The Falcon’s upper lip begins to twitch with rage.

COREY TAYLOR: The fans are really buying into this guy despite the fact he’s from the PWA!

JON MCDANIEL: I think these fans would really buy into anyone who stood up to the Falcon!

RYAN ROSS: I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’ve beaten Bubba J several times. A feat that you seem to have failed miserably at. In fact I heard he got so tired of kicking your ass he quit.

A resounding OOOOOOH echoes throughout the arena as the Falcon’s expression takes a little bit more hostility. Ross smirks as he continues.

RYAN ROSS: Now here is your chance to make up for it. I figure if you can beat me wouldn’t that legitimize you? How about you, challenge me to a match next Rampage, huh? Uh, maybe a no ropes barbed wire death match?

The fans pop huge for this turn and wait for the answer from the Falcon, who, despite the anger in his eyes, begins to smile. Ross raises an eyebrow as the Falcon raises the microphone to his lips once more.

THE FALCON: What the (BLEEP) do you think this is? REBEL Pro?

BOOO! Ross raises his own microphone, but the Falcon cuts him off.

THE FALCON: Now, don’t get your panties in a bunch, whoever the hell you are. You got balls, coming out here and bringing up my match with Bubba J. Do you have any idea what I could do to you? I got four guys in the back right now that are paid to answer my every beck and call. All I gotta do is nod, and they come out here and end your (BLEEP)ing career, just like they did to the Fallen Angel.

The fans boo tremendously as the Falcon stands and glares at Ross. After a moment or two of stare-down, the Falcon finally speaks again.

THE FALCON: But I guess you can count yourself lucky that making up for that bull shit against Bubba J… sounds like a really good idea.

The fans pop huge as Ross smiles triumphantly.

THE FALCON: You got yourself a match. But no barbed wire bull shit, you crazy mother (BLEEP)er, and it certainly won’t be for my World title. I’ll fight you under the same rules I fought Bubba J. REBEL Pro rules. In case you didn’t know, that means there ARE no rules. That good enough, you overzealous (BLEEP)? Just remember something, you son of a bitch. No matter what the rules, you can’t beat me. You can’t even stop me. Now get the hell out of my arena.

The Falcon drops the microphone and the crowd can no longer be heard as “Anthem for the Underdog” takes over the PA once more. Fade to commercial as Ryan Ross and the Falcon stare down across the arena and the proverbial sparks fly.

- Commercial Break -

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for these men’s very livelihood!

“Smooth” by Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas glides through the PA!

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 220 pounds….’The Future’ Chris Casino!!!

Casino steps out from the back and gets a mixed reaction from the Robinson Pro crowd! With a confident smirk, he makes his way towards the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent…..

“My Michelle” by GNR replaces smooth crooning of Casinos theme music.

ERIC EMERSON: Accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds….’The Revolutionary’ Marcus Marion!!!

Marion and the ever lovely Rhodes emerge from the back and like Casino, get a mixed reaction from the crowd. They might not love these men, but they respect them.

JON MCDANIEL: This is it, the rubber match between two of Robinson Pro top stars! It’s also the LAST time these two will meet in a one on one encounter so this will be for not only bragging rights but for a chance to compete in the ring next week!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s gonna be Ego-Mania 2010!!!

Both men are now in the ring, Rhodes has taken her place on the outside and the referee has gone over the rules and checked each man. Casino and Marcus meet each other in the center of the ring, take a moment and then shake hands as the referee calls for the bell!

JON MCDANIEL: And this one is underway!

Lock up in the middle of the ring. Marion with a side headlock. Casino lays into the ribs with a pair of forearm shots but Marcus retains his grip. Marcus backed into the ropes by Casino. Casino shoots Marcus off the ropes, drops to the mat as Marcus leaps over him, leapfrogs him on the rebound and catches him with a dropkick! Marcus quickly gets to his feet and is greeted by a smirked Casino. Another lock up. Another side headlock from Marcus. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock from Marion. Marion releases the hold, spins Casino around and takes him to the mat with a firemans carry. Casino is up and glares at a smiling Marcus. Another lock up from the two combatants. Marcus backs Casino into a corner and the referee calls for a break. Slowly Marcus eases his way back from Casino. Hard slap to the face from Casino! Marcus lunges at Chris but the referee gets in his way as Casino taunts him. Marcus pushes the referee aside and take a thumb to the eye. Casino grabs Marcus and positions him back first against the corner. Chop across the chest from Casino! Another chop and the crowd unleashes a ‘wooooooo!’ Marcus reaches out, grabs Casino and throws him into the corner! Chop from Marcus! A second! Another makes three! Casino bails out of the ring!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino beating a hasty retreat!

COREY TAYLOR: What!? He’s just playing mind games with him!

Casino is on the outside rubbing his already red chest as Marcus holds the ring ropes open for him. The referee backs away Marcus and Casino slides inside. A kick to the gut from Casino is followed up by a snapmare to the mat. Casino hits the ropes and nails a basement dropkick to the upper body of Marcus! Casino pulls Marcus up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a Japanese arm drag. Casino is preening for the crowd now and doesn’t see Marcus scramble up to his feet. Casino turns around and catches a clothesline! Casino is back up but not for long as another clothesline drops him to the mat! Casino pulls himself up using the ring ropes, turns and gets taken up and over the top rope by a third clothesline from Marcus! Casino manages to land on his feet when he hits the floor but he looks like he’s had enough. Casino shakes his head and starts to head towards the back as the referee lays in his count! Marcus rolls out of the ring and rushes up the aisle to grab Casino! Marcus leads Casino back to the ring, rolls him inside and climbs in after him.

JON MCDANIEL: Marcus wants to win this third and final match between these two by pinning Casino in the middle of that ring! He wants a title shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffft. What a mistake, now Casino will turn the tables and win this sucker.

Casino scrambles to his feet and takes another blistering chop across the chest! Marcus backs Casino into a corner, hooks him and bulldogs him out of the corner! Marcus with a cover!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Near fall!

Marcus is up and is pulling Casino off the mat when he’s caught off guard with a jaw breaker! A standing dropkick from Casino puts Marcus on the mat. Casino measures Marcus and nails him with a kneelift as ‘The Revolutionary’ is getting to his feet! Marcus staggers but remains vertical. Casino takes him down with a high and tight side suplex. Casino is back up and smirks at Rhodes on the outside. Marcus is pulled into a seated position on the mat and Casino locks in a rear chinlock. Marcus fights his way to his feet and the hold slips into a side headlock. A pair of back elbows to the ribs breaks the hold and Marcus hits the ropes only to run into a hurricanrana from Casino! Casino heads towards the nearest corner and makes his way to the top. Frogsplash from Casino. Misses! Marcus rolls out of the way at the last second and Casino hits nothing but canvas. Marcus with a quick roll up!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Another close one as Casino just gets a shoulder up!

Marcus pulls Casino up. Casino shoves away Marcus and goes for a superkick! Marion ducks under and brings Casino down with a chop block! Marcus hovers over Casino and grins as ‘The Future’ clutches at his knee. Marcus grabs the damaged leg of Casino, drapes it on the bottom rope and cannonballs down onto it! Casino drags himself away from the ropes but Marcus is hunting him now. Marcus watches as Casino pulls himself up only so that he can grab him and deliver a shin breaker! a leg trip from Marcus and Casino is flat on his back! Marcus tries to lock in his figure four but Casino is fighting it. Marcus steps over and locks in the submission as Casino howls in pain! The referee is in the face of Casino asking him if he wants to quit. Marcus meanwhile has reached back and grabbed the outstretched hands of Rhodes for extra pressure! Casinos shoulders are on the mat!

1!

2!

Casino sits up but grits his teeth against the pain! Out of the corner of his eye, the referee looks over and spies Marcus up to shenanigans! Marcus is forced to break the hold but the damage is down as Casino struggles up to his feet. Casino is up but limping badly and Marcus grabs a leg attempting another leg trip. Inziguri outta nowhere from Casino! Marcus drops to one knee and shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

COREY TAYLOR: A hurt Casino is still a dangerous Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: I’d have to agree with you on that one Corey.

Marcus is up and walks into a scoop slam from Casino. Chris falls back into a corner, turns and starts to pull himself to the top rope. Elbow drop from the top rope connects! Casino drapes an arm across the chest of Marcus as the referee counts!

1!

2!

Marcus gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Casino questions the count as he pulls Marcus to his feet. Casino hooks him for the ‘Bankrupt 2.0!’ Marcus counters by shoving Casino off and into the referee! The referee goes down hard and Casino staggers around and takes a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Marcus with the ‘Revolutionary Thrill!’ Casino counters with a backdrop! Marcus lands partially on the referee as Casino is leaning on the ring ropes. Marcus gets to his feet and eats a superkick! Casino falls on top of him for the cover but the referee is down!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on!

JON MCDANIEL: Bad break for Casino!

The crowd erupts as a second referee rushes down to ringside and slides into the ring!

1!

2!

Marcus kicks out!

Casino starts berating the new referee as Marcus struggles to get up. Marcus is up but gets spun around by Casino who drives him to the mat with his ‘Hard 7′ (STO into a Koji Clutch) submission! Casino is doing his bets to crank on the pressure but his weakened leg is clearly bothering him. Marcus scoots his body close to the ropes and with the referee not looking, Rhodes reaches in, grabs her mans foot and places it on the bottom rope! Rhodes quickly calls this to the attention of the second referee who forces a break. Casino gets slowly to his feet and drags Marcus up as well. Brainbuster suplex from Casino! Casino limps his way to the corner and makes the trip to the top. Rhodes is trying to get Marcus to move but he looks hurt. Frogsplash connects! Casino hooks a leg!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: Just like the previous two matches these men have engaged in, this is a war of attrition!

COREY TAYLOR: And sloppy refereeing!

Casino takes a moment to try to smack some life into his knee as he watches Marcus use the ring ropes to try and pull himself up. Casino hooks Marcus from behind and tries for a German suplex. It’s counted by Marcus, who executes a standing switch and hits his own German suplex! Marcus grabs the hurt leg of Casino and attempts another figure four but Casino kicks him off. Marcus knocks heads with the second referee and both men go down! Casino is on his knees and sees that yet another referee is down. With an evil grin he waits as Marcus gets up. Low blow from Casino! Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah! We need ANOTHER referee!

Ask and you will receive as Rob emerges from the back wearing a referees shirt! Safe to say everyone in the Arena, including Casino is shocked as Rob slides into the ring! Casino covers Marcus!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus kicks out and Casino looks beside himself! Casino is up and shoves Rob who promptly shoves him back! While Casino and Rob are in heated debate, Marcus is slowly getting to his feet. Casino is hooked from behind and taken up and over with a side suplex! Marcus bridges as he has Casino pinned to the mat and Rob drops to make the count!

1!

2!

3!

The crowd erupts as Marcus looks to have taken the third match and the #1 contender ship!

JON MCDANIEL: And Marcus Marion wins this amazing trilogy of matches!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s highway robbery!

Marcus is looking to get his hand raised but Rob is conferring with the ring announcer. The masked man turns and looks at the two men laying on the mat before him.

ERIC EMERSON: Attention! Referee AND Robinson Pro Owner has announced that BOTH men had their shoulders on the mat during the pin! Thus….This match is a DRAW!!!!

Boos cascade down on Rob who quickly leaves the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What the? Fans I don’t know about that call!

COREY TAYLOR: Well…He is the owner.

JON MCDANIEL: You’re so wishy washy.

Casino is resting on his knees watching as Rob departs the scene. Marcus is helped up by Nicole Rhodes and both men look at each other.

Casino stands up, smiles and exits the ring as Marcus looks on.

JON MCDANIEL: Well this trilogy ends with a draw of all things. Rob promised us a ‘fair’ match tonight and now I’m doubting him.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh NOW you’re doubting him!?

JON MCDANIEL: And this was to be expected the way tonight has gone. Here comes the Phoenix, with the only members of his team left, The Dragon and Fantastic Andy.

Phoenix has a stern look on his face. The usually energetic Fantastic Andy looks quite serious, and Dragon is checking all around to make sure no one jumps the group. Phoenix is decked out in full wrestling attire. The group reaches the ring and enter. Phoenix’s music cuts, and he holds up the mic.

Phoenix: No talking. Whoever has been doing this, I demand you come out now! I’m going to count to three…that’s it. If someone doesn’t come out and man up to this shit, I’m firring the entire damn locker room except for the Pantheon and Jacob Venar. Hell, after Good Vs Evil, I’m sure none of you pricks in the back are worth keeping anyway.

The crowd erupts in boos.

Phoenix: No no, that’s fine. Boo all you want. Here we go. 1!…2!…Thr

The lights cut out. Cameras flash as everyone frantically wants to know what’s going on in the ring. After about fifteen seconds the lights come back on. Andy and Dragon are out cold. Phoenix on the other hand is frantically pulling at his mask which has been twisted backwards. The crowd laughs as Phoenix struggles. Finally Rob jerks the mask off in a fit of anger. He freezes though as he looks down at the two men in the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I think Phoenix finally realizes he’s the only one left I’d get in there to help, but I have to make sure to keep you in line.

JON MCDANIEL: Oh my. Actually Corey, I think it might be something else. Look.

An overhead view of the two men shows a word written across the both of them.

“NASTY!”

COREY TAYLOR: Damn that’s nasty?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh god.

Phoenix is fuming.

Voice: Oh Roobb.

Robinson spins on a dime towards the Megavision. On the screen is former PWA champion Mark McNasty.

McNasty: Did ya miss me buddy?

McNasty flashes his trademark smile.

Phoenix: GET HIM OFF THE SCREEN! Damnit do it now! If he isn’t off before I finish this sentence I’ll fire the whole damn AV team AGAIN!

The Megavision goes black and the crowd boos. They quickly turn to cheers though as McNasty simply walks out onto the stage from behind the curtains.

McNasty: Big ol’ fail Rob. But A for effort.

Robinson doesn’t look amused.

McNasty: Now, you may be surprised to see me Rob, but something tells me you aren’t that surprised to find out I’m the guy behind this. But lets be honest, you

McNasty is cut off by Robinson.

Phoenix: Mark, Mark, Mark,

Robinson is promptly cut off by McNasty.

McNasty: Rob, Rob, Rob. Someone do me a favor and cut his mic.

Robinson’s mouth is moving, but you can’t hear anything. His eyes show surprise as the crowd laughs at him. Robinson shrugs, throws the mic to the side, and crosses his arms in anticipation of the headache coming his way.

McNasty: Now as I was saying Rob, you really had this coming. Even you can’t deny it. You came in too quick and too hard what little sense and reason was going on here. And when you throw nature out of balance, it doesn’t go well. So just like me standing before you, you should hardly be surprised that I got a phone call from someone here. Someone really wanted to make sure you were dealt with appropriately. And really, heh, who better than me to take care of you Rob ol’ pal. Aw, you look so pouty. For old time’s sake, someone turn his mic back on.

There is a quick burst of static, then someone hands Robinson a mic.

Phoenix: Oh, I can talk now? Well first off Mark, It wasn’t too quick or too hard for your mom last night. She asked me to come back, but that face just makes it difficult.

An “OHHHHHHH” from the crowd.

McNasty: Let me cut to the point as we don’t have all night. Rob, the man I was contacted by, the first thing I told him was how iron clad your ego was. Which you know, made this all the better. Actually seeing what we were doing getting to you made it worth coming back.

Phoenix: Mark, don’t you see you’re just a fly in my soup? You’re nothing here. Nobody has your back, and these people are actually better off for never knowing of your existence before now. So lets just go ahead, save you the hospital bill, and get you out of my building.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and as Gordon steps from the back, Robinson smiles knowing that Larry is the exact person to get rid of McNasty in the ring. Robinson indicates for Gordon to take out the trash.

ROBINSON: I’ll let Gordon escort you out because frankly, I’m tired of seeing his face around here… Gordon… wile you are getting rid of Mark, make sure that you don’t come back into the arena as well.

Gordon smiles, Mark hands him a microphone.

GORDON: Geee Rob, I really would and all… but…

He looks around as he and McNasty step up into the ring.

GORDON: I don’t like what you are turning Rebel…

ROBINSON: Robinson!

Gordon clears his throat.

GORDON: REBEL PRO! into. See, Rebel is about hardcore, it is about what the fans want, it is about action, and it is about pride Rob.

Gordon indicates McNasty.

GORDON: It is about people sticking together to get rid of vermin… like yourself, and putting on the best damn wrestling show in the South!, in the East! in the Nation! It is about putting you right where you belong Rob.

Robinson is fuming.

ROBINSON: And how do you plan to do that Gordon, by eating me out of house and home?

Gordon looks down at himself, big man that he is.

GORDON: Good one Robinson, I’ve never heard fat jokes before, but see I may not be athletic, but my brain can jump through as many hoops as your’s can.

ROBINSON: Oh really? Show me.

Gordon smiles, before

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pulling out an envelope.

GORDON: Right here, in this envelope, I have a contract that is written up to state that the winner of a match will regain control of Rebel or Robinson Pro, whichever you want to call it. You win, it remains Robinson Pro, if we win then it is Rebel Pro.

Robinson smirks.

ROBINSON: Not enough.

GORDON: I’m not finished.

ROBINSON: Bet you say that at the buffet line all the time.

Gordon nods.

GORDON: Damn right, gonna get my money’s worth.

He chuckles.

GORDON: Anyways, also in the contract and signed by the members of the Rebel Pro Coalition it states that if Robinson… that’d be you…

ROBINSON:(sarcastic) Had no idea.

GORDON: That if you win… every one from the Rebel Pro team, and everyone from when you bought the company except for Jacob Venar… will be released from their contracts, and there will be no severance pay.

Gordon looks a second.

GORDON: But you still have to send them Christmas cards.

ROBINSON: Doubtful.

McNasty smiles.

GORDON: In other words, you will be able to start over with a brand new company, hire your own roster, and everything that you did when you made PWA successful.

Robinson nods his head.

GORDON: That is, if you believe enough in your team to win.

Robinson snatches the contract from Gordon, incensed at his implication and signs.

ROBINSON: The Pantheon will walk all over your Coalition!

Gordon and McNasty share a look.

ROBINSON: After all, the match is under the rules that your team knows nothing about.

McNasty and Gordon share another look.

GORDON: Actually… it is going to be held under Rebel Pro rules, guess you didn’t see that on page 3, Section 4, Subsection C, and paragraph D… did you?

Gordon and McNasty shake hands.

GORDON(to McNasty): You were right, his ego reaches the building twenty minutes before his brain does.

GORDON: See you December 17th Rob.

Gordon, his typical self slaps his forehead.

GORDON: I nearly forgot to mention the Rebel Pro team.

Gordon clears his throat.

GORDON: Mark McNasty, of course, Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Johnny Maverick, and The Freak.

Gordon smiles, his mustache lifting up at the corners.

GORDON: Merry Christmas Rob.

Lights down on the image of Rob fuming at the retreating backs of McNasty and Larry Gordon.

Rampage 11-19-2010

We cut to backstage at the Aggression Arena. We see a rather unremarkable double door. It has become clear that nothing is going to happen to this door. You find yourself wondering if maybe there is something wrong and they cut to the wrong camera.

All of a sudden all of your preconceptions about what will or will not happen to doors is SHATTERED and the doors burst open. The door-bursting implement? A green ATV with a plow on the front of it. The user of the door-bursting implement? None other than the Heroic, Well-endowed SPYKEMAN!

Spykeman!: Let’s. Get. DANGEROUS!

Spykeman! plows his way down the halls of the Aggression arena and we cut to Johnny Maverick and Lisa Seldon casually walking into the door that was just busted open IN DEFIANCE OF GODS WILL!

Johnny Maverick: You feel any regret about the monster we may have just unleashed?

Lisa gives Johnny a look.

Johnny Maverick: Yeah, me neither. Now lets get to ringside. I brought popcorn.

The guitar intro from the Lemonheads’ cover of Mrs. Robinson starts to play as the screen fades in a shot of the Pantheon.

And here’s to you, Mr. Robinson
Everybody knows that you’re the best
Yes, yes, yes

Robinson is standing in a ring, wearing the Robinson Pro World title belt, fans cheering wildly.

Our thanks to you, Mr. Robinson
We’re so glad that you now run the show
Whoa, whoa, whoa

A low camera shot of the Phoenix wearing an expensive suit and the Robinson Pro World title belt. The camera angle makes Robinson look larger than life. He smiles and spreads his hands out in a welcoming gesture.

For many years we had to deal with lots of wrestling crap
But now you’re here to show us greatness
We know you’ll give us the best damn wrestling show
Its not Aggression, its time for Rampage

The intro fades away and we’re in the arena, the camera sweeps around to show off the new set and settles on the announce table.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve got it on good authority that we will not be hacked here tonight.

JON MCDANIEL: What a way to open a show up Corey, making outrageous claims that you have no way of confirming.

COREY TAYLOR: Listen here toilet boy, I am in good with Mr. The Phoenix and..

JON MCDANIEL: Corey, I hate to interupt what is undoubtedly another one of your monstorous lies, but we have a situation in the back.

** Backstage **

We catch up with the new Robinson Pro World Champion Jacob Venar and see him making his way through the hallways, title belt strapped firmly around his waist. He’s chatting to someone on a cell phone and suddenly comes to a stop.

VENAR: (into the phone) Let me call you back.

The camera pans over and we see a smirking Chris Casino leaning against a wall.

CASINO: Still calling those 900 numbers Jacob?

Venar walks over and the two men get face to face.

VENAR: Funny. Should I beat your ass now or do you want to wait a day or so?

CASINO: Oh Jacob, you don’t scare me. Look I’m not here for a fight, I’m here for….

Casino looks down at the World Title strapped around the waist of Jacob.

VENAR: Figures. Well tough shit. From what I’ve been told Rob won’t allow you to have a shot at this title as long as he owns this place. I guess you’ll have to settle for being a has been instead of a World Champ.

CASINO: Oh I’ll get my title shot someway Jacob, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m just here to see what side of the fence you’re on.

Venar looks confused.

CASINO: You see I’m not comfortable with being on the same team as you at this upcoming PWA PPV thing. I could care less about what promotion has ‘Bragging Rights.’ All I’m worried about is getting stabbed in the back by some moron like you.

VENAR: (laughing) Chris Casino worried that HE might get stabbed in the back? I’d call it karma should it ever happen to you Casino. How about you worry about yourself and I worry about me okay?

The Pantheon suddenly surround the scene and Casino eyes each of them.

SNOW: Trouble?

CASINO: Nope. In fact, if you’ll all get in an orderly line I can give you guys my autograph faster.

THE DRAGON: Heh. I say we break him right now.

A cough from behind the group causes The Pantheon to turn around. The Freak and The Bluegrass Mafia are standing behind them.

VENAR: Figures. (looks at Casino) See you at the PPV Chris. (to The Pantheon) Let’s go, it’s starting to stink in here.

Casino watches the group depart.

CASINO: (quietly) Yeah, I’ll see you too Jacob.

JON MCDANIEL: And we are back out here and ready for what promises to be a great opening match.

COREY TAYLOR: Hardly, Fallen Angel is involved.

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall….

‘Inside the fire’ by Disturbed hits the PA!

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Devils Tower, Wyoming and weighs in at 280 pounds….’The Fallen Angel!!!’

The big man steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. Aside from a smattering of claps and his theme music, the Robinson Pro crowd are sitting on their hands.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent….

‘Flashing Lights’ by Kanye West replaces the hard rock and the fans liven up some!

ERIC EMERSON: Hailing from Portland, Oregon and weighing in at 234 pounds….’The Richest SOB’ Eric Thompson!!!

JON MCDANIEL: Well this should be, uh, an interesting match.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know about you, but I was sure this ‘Fallen Angel’ guy was someone else. What a disappointment.

Both wrestlers are in the ring and have been checked over thoroughly by the man in the zebra shirt. Referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell and this bad boy is underway! Fallen Angel goes straight for Thompson and walks into a stiff right hand! Another! Make it a hat trick as a third right hand rocks the big man! Beautiful standing dropkick from Thompson sends Fallen Angel staggering into the ropes. One running clothesline later and the big man ends up crashing to the floor! The referee keeps Thompson back as Fallen Angel slides back into the ring. Boot to the head of a rising Fallen Angel. Thompson grabs the big man and whips him into the far ropes. A back elbow drops the Fallen Angel to the mat. Thompson hits the ropes and connects with a Rolling Thunder! A hook of the leg!

1!

2!

Fallen Angel kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Fallen Angel has yet to get out of the gate in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Or in other words, he’s getting his ass kicked.

Thompson measures the big man as he starts to get up and nails him with a corkscrew kick (The Shock Jolt!) Thompson is all smiles as he drags the big man up, pops his head back with a European uppercut and Irish whips him into the far corner. Fallen Angel hits the corner hard and stumbles out only to take a back drop to the mat. Eric Thompson heads for the high rent district as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. The Fallen Angel is up and is turns to face Thompson just as he comes off the top ropes with a flying clothesline! Without missing a beat Thomson hooks the leg as the referee makes the count.

1!

2!

Again Fallen Angel kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Well….At least he’s tough.

COREY TAYLOR: Or to stupid to stay down.

Thompson preens for the crowd and gets a smattering of applause as the Fallen Angel struggles to his feet. A Step up Inziguri from Thompson puts him back down on the mat. Thompson stands over Fallen Angel and shakes his head. Again Eric heads to the near corner and makes his way to the top turnbuckle. Fallen Angel is pulling himself to his feet and takes a missile dropkick to the back that sends him crashing to the mat. Thompson covers the man and we get….

1!

2!

3-No!?

Thompson has pulled Fallen Angel up breaking the count! Thompson mounts Fallen Angel and drives several forearm shots straight the to face of the big man! Referee Alec Wilcox gets Thompson to remove himself from the battered Fallen Angel and then checks on the condition of the downed wrestler. Fallen Angel is refusing to toss in the towel and the referee has no choice but to let this one go. Angel rolls over onto his stomach and pulls himself to all fours. Soccer kick to the skull from Thompson who was laying in wait! Again Thompson makes the cover!

1!

2!

Again Fallen Angel is pulled off the mat!

JON MCDANIEL: Wow this is getting ugly. The referee needs to either stop this or make a fast count and get this guy out of here.

COREY TAYLOR: I agree. Wait!? What!?

The Fallen Angel is pulled to his feet and shot into the far corner. Thompson follows him in with a running shoulder tackle to the gut. Thompson hoists the big man up to the top rope, climbs to the second turnbuckle and takes him to the mat with a superplex! Thompson floats over and the referee looks at him for a moment before going for the count!

1!

2!

For the third time Thompson pulls Angel off the mat and the referee looks pissed. As Thompson watches, the referee walks over to the ring apron, says something to the ring announcer and then smiles.

ERIC EMERSON: Attention! The referee has stated that if Eric Thompson interrupts his count again, he will be disqualified!

Thompson looks irate and starts to jaw jack with the referee.

COREY TAYLOR: Hell, that’s the only way Thompson could lose this match at this point.

JON MCDANIEL: The referee is showing some compassion for the overmatched Fallen Angel!

The crowd stirs and the camera pans over to reveal that The Pantheon (Moke Doshky, The Dragon, Scottie Snow) have emerged from the back and are watching the match from the entrance way. Thompson turns his attention back to Fallen Angel and like something from a scary movie the big man has risen! Fallen Angel slaps a hand around the neck of Thompson and takes him up for a chokeslam!

It’s counted into Thompson’s ‘Cash Out’ (RKO) finisher!

Thompson places a foot on the frame of Angel as the referee makes the mercy count.

1!

2!

3!

JON MCDANIEL: Thank God! That was brutal to watch!

COREY TAYLOR: Back to the backyard wrestling circuit for this clown!

ERIC EMERSON: Your winner, ‘The Richest SOB’ Eric Thompson.

The Pantheon make their way to the ring and Thompson beats a hasty retreat. The three men enter the ring and drag Fallen Angel to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: This won’t end well.

Turtle Bomb from Moke!
The Fallen Angel is dragged up!
Spear from Snow!
Again Fallen Angel is hoisted up!
Code Breaker from The Dragon!

JON MCDANIEL: This is horrible! They’re ending the career of this poor bastard!

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like they have a fan.

The camera pans over to show the Robinson Pro World Champ Jacob Venar at the entrance way. He’s watching the destruction with a smile on his face.

The show fades into a commercial advertising the upcoming Robinson Pro shows, but someone has marked out Robinson Pro and replaced it with Rebel Pro.

JON MCDANIEL: There it goes again.

COREY TAYLOR: Damned it!

The audience has quieted down, that is until a spotlight turns on and projects a large ‘S’ onto the ceiling of the Aggression arena! The audience erupts in cheer as they hear the revving of an ATV and ‘The Mob Goes Wild’ by Clutch begins to play. A spotlight hits the entranceway and we see Spykeman! He drives down to the ring and climbs off of his ATV, he effortlessly springs over the top rope and into the ring, basking in the adulation from the audience as his music dies down.

He produces a microphone OUT OF NOWHERE!

Spykeman!: Ladies and Gentlemen of REBEL Pro! You need not live in fear any longer! For, I, the one and only Superhero of Professional Wrestling has arrived in REBELSON PRO! For those who don’t know who I am, I am the fear that lurks in the hearts of all evil wrestling promoters. I am none other than SPYKEMAN! and I promise to save all of REBEL from the tyranny that is Rob Robinson!

“I’M WAGING THE WAR!’

The audience erupts once more as ‘Lead Into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits and out comes Johnny Maverick, with Lisa Seldon in tow. the two of them get in the ring with Spykeman!

Lisa Seldon: Spykeman? I believe we had a deal. You will get your shot at Robinson as soon as you take out the equally tyrannical and badly dressed Chris Casino. He’s the Kingpin to your Spidey.

Spykeman!: Great Gotham! I was getting to that, Commissioner Seldon! Chris Casino was one of the primary causes of viewer boredom long before Robinson took over REBEL Pro. I will defeat him handilly!

Lisa Seldon: Good work, now I believe Johnny here has something to say.

Johnny nods and is handed the microphone and Lisa and Spyke exit the ring.

Johnny Maverick: For the longest time, something has eluded me. Something that I want very very much. No matter how hard I work, no matter how many heads I crack open, I have never been a World Champion. Am I going to pretend that doesn’t bother me? No. I have watched undeserving fuckwits like Jacob Venar and Lucious Starr get handed the tag team belts on a whim and it makes me SICK. Am I going to just sit here and not do anything about it?

Johnny waits, as if expecting an answer.

Johnny: You must not know me very well. So tonight, in front of the best wrestling fans on the planet I am issuing a challenge. Johnny Maverick vs. Jacob Venar in a REBEL Rules match for the Robinson Pro title. If I win, and am still Aggression champion? I will drop the Aggression Title but not before being declared the UNDISPUTED Robinson Pro Champion. Now I know what Jacob is thinking, he’s thinking ‘Why the hell would I accept that match?’ Why? Because if you despise me half as much as I despise you then you’ll accept the following terms. If I lose?

Johnny almost can’t get the following words out.

Johnny: Then Jacob Venar will be the first to make me break the code I live my life by. I will Give Up.

I will Surrender.

I will Relent.

I will surrender the Aggression Title, and I will quit Robinson Pro. Quit. You will never have to see me again, Jacob. I’ll be gone.

Why am i making this challenge.

Because god dammit, I know I can beat you. I await your decision.

Johnnys music hits and he rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, the audience stunned by his announcement.

“Attitude” by The Misfits, the Rebel Pro theme song, hits up as from the back to a big ovation comes both Matthew and Chad Kurtis.

COREY TAYLOR: What is this crap?

JON MCDANIEL: Chad and Matthew showing unity in the face of adversity here by choosing to come out together.

DING DING

Lockup, Chad with the speed gets the quick advantage with a go behind and a kick to the knees of Matthew bringing him down to both knees. Chad off the ropes with a springboard DDT, but Matthew shoves him backwards preventing the DDT. Matthew shoves up to his feet, bouncing off the ropes with a big boot. Chad ducks under, kicking the back of Matthew’s legs again, but Matt is back in the ropes. Chad comes with a flying clothesline attempt.

CAUGHT!

Matthew throws Chad half-way across the ring with his power. Chad stumbles back into the corner, nodding his head at his brother, but he comes back with vengence. Chad with a flying crossbody, but turns at the last second kicking Matthew in the ribs as he goes by. Matthew catches the foot, bringing Chad back around, sending him down with a spinebuster to the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: I want them both to be so damn hurt!

JON MCDANIEL: They are fighting as though the World Title is on the line, they are brothers, but yet…

COREY TAYLOR: They are Kurtises, they are in no danger of extinction. You kill one, three more sprout back up.

Matthew pulls Chad up, quick roll up from The Show.

ONE!

TWO!

T–

Kickout by Matthew breaks the count and both men are back up to their feet. Chad releases a superkick, but Matthew catches the foot and Chad is hung up here. Chad with his free leg releases a mule kick to the midsection of Matthew, who doubles over in pain. Chad off the ropes, leaping over Matthew, bouncing off the ropes and landing on his shoulders in a seated position driving Matthew face first into the canvas. Chad gets up, playing to the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve heard that there are around 3500 Kurtises just in Paducah alone.

JON MCDANIEL: I highly doubt that.

COREY TAYLOR: What? Think there could be more?

Chad with a standing shooting star press, but Matthew rolls out of the way. These two brothers know each other so well. Matthew to one knee as Chad holds his midsection in pain. Matthew off the ropes, big time clothesline takes Chad down to the canvas. Matthew lifts Chad up in a military press, tossing Chad over to the ropes. Chad lands on the canvas hard, but immediately tries to shove himself back up to a vertical and fighting position. Matthew comes in with a big time boot, but Chad uses the momentum to launch Matt over the top to the outside.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s it, let him get counted out.

Chad off the opposite rope, sending himself over the top with a suicide plancha to the outside! Matthew looks up and is slammed by Chad sending them both into the guardrailing hard. Matthew grunts in pain and loss of breath as Chad slams into him hard. Chad rolls back off of Matthew and pulls Matthew back towards the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What are they doing out here?!

COREY TAYLOR: A little Kurtis extermination?

Moke heads down to ringside, followed by The Dragon, and Scottie Snow. Chad look up as Matthew gets back to his feet; their match forgotten. Moke slams into Matt with the force of a runaway buss and the two topple into the railing where both are exchanging fists like nothing you can imagine. Dragon leaps to the apron of the ring as Scottie Snow grabs Chad’s attention. Dragon leaps from the apron, kicking Chad as hard as he can right in the head with a martial arts kick. Chad crumples to the ground where Dragon and Scottie pounce on him and begin to beat him unmercifully.

JON MCDANIEL: This is uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? No one really likes the Kurtises.

Jonothan comes from the back, steel chair in hand.

COREY TAYLOR: Why does he have to bring a weapon, isn’t he good enough to do it on his own?

J-Kurt dives into the fight, swinging the steel chair, but Moke, Dragon, and Scottie Snow quickly leave through the crowd. The Pantheon is laughing and Jacob Venar steps from the curtain to observe the chaos that has become Rampage, he is well pleased. Jonothan stands over his brothers, doing his best to protect them from another cowardly attack.

JON MCDANIEL: Well, we’ve got to go to commercial break; be back in a few.

COREY TAYLOR: If they aren’t hacked again.

A commercial fades onto the screen showing the Robinson Pro logo slowly, then more rapidly being wrapped in numerous strands of barbed wire. The wire cuts into the Robinson Pro logo, bleeding it out until the a flame erupts from the logo and rising from the ashes is the Rebel Pro logo.

COREY TAYLOR: Something has to be done!

JON MCDANIEL: I don’t know what…

[The Final Countdown starts and the Phoenix wastes no time in heading to the ring.]

COREY TAYLOR: Finally, something is about to be done.

Rob Robinson: I really don’t understand you people. I -try to bring some magic into your pathetic lives and this is how you treat me. No wonder Larry Gordon couldn’t wait to sell this piece of shit company to me. I’m running a business here and I have to deal with people fighting me every step of the way. Why? Because I don’t know how to run a wrestling company? Nope, that’s obviously not the case. Is it because I’ve been a massive jerk since I’ve gotten here? Quite the contrary. Since I started Robinson Pro I’ve paid my performers handsomely and started a bonus system for quality matches. No, I have to put up with this because some people just can’t let go of the past.

Rob Robinson: So let me say for once and for all, Rebel Pro is dead. DEAD. Deceased. Shuffled off the mortal coil. It has gone to join the choir invisible. It isn’t pining for the fjords, its pushing up the daises. Rebel Pro is a late wrestling promotion. No matter how many federal laws you all break is going to change that, so get over it you rubes.

Rob Robinson: Wait, did I just say something about breaking federal laws? Why yes, yes I did. I’ve already logged a complaint with the FCC about people pirating my television signal. Once they get done with their investigation, a bunch of you miscreants will be headed off to a federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison. Was it worth it?

Rob Robinson: And let me lay one more thing down on you tonight. All you guys in the back, all the fans out there that hate my guts and love the fuck out of Chad Kurtis, you need to realize that Chad and his lackies just screwed you over royally. I’m canceling next week’s show. So for the fans, no wrestling action. And for my employees, let’s see how you like going a week without pay. While you’re sitting at home, wondering how you’re going to pay your rent or buy food, remember you’ve only got the Rebel Pro Loyalists to thank.

Robinson is still talking but his microphone has gone out. As he realizes the problem, he starts yelling and throws the microphone down, to the delight of the fans. Without warning, a voice comes over the PA.

Voice: Surprised, Rob? I know what’s going on. I know who is behind all of this.

The voice starts to laugh as Robinson gets angrier.

Voice: Your boys better watch their backs, Rob…

JON MCDANIEL: Big words from the mystery man.

COREY TAYLOR: How dare he threaten Mr. The Phoenix!

“Slip It In” hits up and the crowd goes bonkers for Marina as she steps from the back, waving a hand to those in attendence.

ERIC EMERSON: From North Hollywood, California, she stands at five feet three inches while weighing in at one hundred twenty-three pounds… MARINA BLUE!

Marina steps down the ramp and into the ring where she loosens up, much to the delight of the men in the crowd and the blushes of the younger male audience.

“Lead Into Demise” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a big pop is the Aggression Champion, Johnny Maverick.

ERIC EMERSON: From Los Angeles, California, he stands at six feet two inches while weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he is your Robinson Pro Aggression Champion… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny walks down the ramp and into the ring where he unhooks the belt handing it off to Lance Weston.

DING DING

Maverick and Marina lock up, but Maverick obviously overpowers Marina. Marina slides out of it and hits a side kick to Johnny’s back. She springboards off the middle rope with a dropkick and takes Maverick down. She hits some knee strikes on Johnny’s head. She goes into the ropes and comes back with a huge knee drop, but Maverick rolls out of the way just in time. He gets to his feet quick and clotheslines Marina. Marina gets up and gets knocked back down again with a clothesline. She springs to her feet and Maverick tries it again, but she ducks and hits an inverted DDT on Johnny!

JON MCDANIEL: Big move there! She hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

COREY TAYLOR: I just wish they’d hurry, I’ve got to pee.
Marina tries for a roundhouse kick, but Maverick steps in and grabs her by the throat!

COREY TAYLOR: Johnny with a little domination there.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE!

No! Marina got her shoulder up at the last second.

JON MCDANIEL: Johnny’s arguing with the ref, as Marina stirs a bit.

COREY TAYLOR: Marina using the ropes to get up, sees that Maverick is still arguing with the ref. Let it go man!

Maverick turns around and is met by a stiff kick to the face. Maverick staggers back and falls into the corner. Marina slams her knees into Johnny’s midsection. She backs up to the middle of the ring, and sprints. She leaps and catches Maverick in the face with a high knee strike, and Maverick staggers forward. Marina hops up to the top turnbuckle. She leaps forward off the turnbuckle, shooting her legs out in front of her, and catches Maverick with a massive bulldog! She hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Marina is frustrated and gets Maverick to his feet. She sends him into the ropes, but

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Maverick comes back and nails her with a big boot! Marina looks out of it, and Maverick covers.

ONE!

TWO!

Shoulder up!

Maverick gets Marina up to her feet and tosses her easily into the corner. He slams his shoulder into Marina a few times and then picks her up so she’s upside down, and takes off to the middle of the ring. He leaps and executes a big running powerslam. He covers…

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

JON MCDANIEL: How did she manage to kick out of that?!

COREY TAYLOR: Porn Stars have big time resilience?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh, ok.

Maverick lifts up Marina in a powerbomb position, but Marina counters with lefts and rights, trying to bring the Aggression Champion down. He staggers back a bit, but keeps his balance. Marina hooks her legs together and hits a beautiful hurricanrana on Maverick.

JON MCDANIEL: Nice reversal by Marina!

Marina gets to her feet, as does Johnny. She hits him with a right, but that doesn’t do much. She kicks him low, which makes him double over, and she hooks both arms. She tries to drive him to the mat with a DDT, but Maverick doesn’t budge. Except, he picks her up in a bear hug position and slams her down with a spinebuster. He covers…

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

JON MCDANIEL:Marina is definitely making this title defense tough for Johnny.

COREY TAYLOR: Maverick certainly has a huge size advantageover Marina, who has no size.

JON MCDANIEL: What do you mean, she has.

COREY TAYLOR: It is simple anatomy Jon, Johnny’s size is because he is a man and Marina has no size because she is a woman.

JON MCDANIEL: How do people put up with you?

COREY TAYLOR: It ain’t easy.

Marina gets picked up to her feet and sent into the ropes by Johnny. She comes back and tries for a cross body press, but Maverick catches her. He smiles at the crowd, and leans back while throwing Marina over his head for a huge release fallaway slam. Marina hits the mat hard and rolls up into the ropes. Maverick grabs her by her feet and drags her into the middle of the ring. The champion goes into the ropes and comes down with a huge elbow drop. He tries for a second one, but Marina moves out of the way just in time. She goes to her feet and connects with a roundhouse kick!

JON MCDANIEL: Quite a wake-up call for Maverick there!

COREY TAYLOR: He was distracted there by her large breastesses.

JON MCDANIEL: Maverick runs at Riona, but Marina counters with a schoolboy!

Marina grabs a handful of Johnny’s tights as the ref is on the other side, counting…

ONE!

TWO!

THR

KICKOUT!

Johnny rolls back up to his feet. Marina rolls up to her feet, turning around.

ALL BODIES MURDERED!

Johnny makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIILL Robinson Pro Aggression Champion… Johnny Maverick!

JON MCDANIEL: What a match between these two here tonight on Rampage.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t forget, thanks to the hacks and to Mr. The Phoenix’s declaration next week there will be no Robinson Pro action for you ingrates to watch.

Rampage 11-12-2010

***INTERNET MATCH***

Bobby Lee was able to avoid Ben Buckingham and roll him up for a quick One, Two, and Three within six seconds for the fastest win in this federation’s history.

The guitar intro from the Lemonheads’ cover of Mrs. Robinson starts to play as the screen fades in a shot of the Pantheon.

And here’s to you, Mr. Robinson
Everybody knows that you’re the best
Yes, yes, yes

Robinson is standing in a ring, wearing the Robinson Pro World title belt, fans cheering wildly.

Our thanks to you, Mr. Robinson
We’re so glad that you now run the show
Whoa, whoa, whoa

A low camera shot of the Phoenix wearing an expensive suit and the Robinson Pro World title belt. The camera angle makes Robinson look larger than life. He smiles and spreads his hands out in a welcoming gesture.

For many years we had to deal with lots of wrestling crap
But now you’re here to show us greatness
We know you’ll give us the best damn wrestling show
Its not Aggression, its time for Rampage

The intro fades away and we’re in the arena, the camera sweeps around to show off the new set and settles on the announce table.

*STATIC*

The shot fades to a woman standing with Rob Martinez, microphone in hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: So, tell us what you think of Robinson Pro.

WOMAN: I’ve seen better wrestling in TNA.

Rob turns to the camera, nodding as we fade back into the actual arena.

JON MCDANIEL: What a low blow there from whomever that woman is.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet her IQ is less than two.

***Backstage(unseen on Megavision)***

An envelope with “Freak Show” is leaning up against a door.

We come back from the hacked commercial and find that Marcus Marion and Grandpa Gary are already both in the ring. The ever lovely Nichole Rhodes is on the outside and Referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell!

JON McDANIEL: This should be a great match as these two men have some history with each other!

COREY TAYLOR: History? Gary was one of the guys to sign the Declaration Of Independence!

The two men lock up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for position. Side headlock from Gary followed by a standing switch into a reverse hammerlock. Marcus counters and brings Gary to the mat with a drop toe hold. Marcus rolls over and applies his own side headlock onto Gary. The former Aggression Champion is able to make it to his feet and backs Marcus against the ropes. Gary shoots Marcus off, but gets dropped to the mat with a shoulder block. Marcus with an elbow drop. Misses! Gary rolls out of the way at the last second. Marcus is up and is greeted with a forearm shot to the head. Another shot from Gary rattles the former World champ and he backs himself into a corner. Gary steps in and takes a boot to the gut. A rake to the eyes from Marcus and a warning from the referee. Marcus spins the older man around placing his back against the corner and lights his chest up with a chop!

JON McDANIEL: No one chops harder than Marcus Marion!

Gary fires back with a right hand!
Chop from Marcus!
Right from Gary!
Chop from Marcus!
Right from Gary!
Chop from Marcus!
Right from Gary!

The fans are eating this up!

JON McDANIEL: Back and forth! Neither man willing to give an inch!

Another right connects from Gary! A third and Marcus is back peddling! Marion drops to his knees begging off and Gary reaches down to grab him. Another thumb to the eyes from Marcus! Marcus is up, hits the ropes and brings Gary down with a chop block! Marcus swaggers his way around Gary, all smiles. Marcus pulls Gary up. Double underhook into a across the knee backbreaker! Marcus goes for a sloppy cover on Gary.

1!

2!

Gary kicks out and Marcus simply smirks.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at

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Again Gary is dragged to his feet. Chop across the chest and the fans unleash a ‘wooooooo!’ A second chop and Garys chest is beet red. Marcus backs Gary against the ropes, shoots him off and drops him with a back elbow! Marcus hits the far ropes and drops a knee across the head of Gary and again goes for a lazy cover!

1!

2!

Gary kicks out but Marcus doesn’t seem to mind. Gary walks over and confers for a moment with Nichole while waiting for Gary to pull himself back to his feet. As soon as Gary is vertical, he takes another wicked chop block from Marcus that leaves him on the mat clutching at his leg! Marcus rolls to the outside, grabs a microphone and rolls back into the ring!

JON McDANIEL: What’s he doing?

COREY TAYLOR: I hope he sings!

MARCUS: (pointing to Gary) I am SO tired of facing people below my caliber! How many times will this company force me to wrestle AND BEAT Gary until they realize that he’ll never be the athlete I am! Phoenix! I know you’re here. I want, no, I DEMAND my World Title shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Why should he?!

Gary tries to get up but takes a boot to the face.

MARCUS: Since stripping me of the REBEL World Title and awarding yourself this ‘Robinson Championship’ you have YET to defend it! So I’m saying right here, right now, GIVE ME MY TITLE SHOT! I demand ~ GAH!

JON McDANIEL: Gary has risen from the dead!

Marcus drops to the mat and we see that Gary has locked in an ankle lock submission! The referee snatches the microphone away from Marion as Gary gets to his feet and applies more pressure on the ankle of Marcus! Marion rolls onto his back and uses his free leg to push Gary away breaking the ankle lock. Marcus rolls to his feet, staggers slightly when he puts pressure on his ankle but aims a clothesline at Garys head! Gary counters it into a Crippler Crossface! The fans are going crazy as Marcus tries to pull himself to the ropes! Marcus reaches out with his free hand and Gary switches it up from a crossface to a Rings of Saturn submission! Gary leans his head back and for all to hear yells, ‘BACON!!!!’ at the top of his 60 year old lungs!

COREY TAYLOR: What is it with this ‘bacon’ thing?

Marcus is able to scoot his body around to drape a leg on the bottom rope and the referee calls for the break. Gary pulls Marcus up and snaps his head back with a European uppercut. Marion is whipped into the ropes and is hip tossed to the mat! Marion is up. A clothesline drops him! Again Marcus springs to his feet and like déjà vu he takes another Gary clothesline! A ‘We Want Bacon!’ chant is echoing through the building. Marcus is slow to get up and is met with a right hand to the head! Gary goes for his 60 Year Old Stunner! Marcus shoves him off into the ropes and catches him with a low dropkick to the damaged knee of Gary on the rebound! Lighting quick Marcus pulls Gary into position for his ‘Revolutionary Thrill’ piledriver but it’s countered into a backdrop! Marion reaches out and grabs a leg on his way down to the mat and pulls Gary off of his feet! Marcus with the figure four leglock!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s over! Marcus is gonna snap those chicken legs if he doesn’t give up!

JON McDANIEL: Gary is a fighter! He might be old and have a fetish for bacon but he’s a tough old bastard!

The referee is in the face of Gary asking if he wants to quit but the old codger screams ‘BACON’ and holds on. Speaking on holding on, behind the referees back, Marcus has reaches back and is getting extra leverage from Nichole on the outside! The referee catches the shenanigans and forces a break! Marcus is to his feet first and drags a hurting Gary up and positions him for a shin breaker. Marcus hoists him up but Gary counters it into his 60 Year Old Stunner! Gary goes for the cover!

1!

2!

3-No!

JON McDANIEL: What!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy HELL that was close!

Marcus has a foot on the bottom rope! The fans along ringside are pointing to Nichole saying she placed her mans foot on the bottom rope! The referee is asking some hard questions to Nichole and has his back turned to the wrestlers. Gary, looking frustrated, goes to pull Marcus up but takes a low blow! ‘Revolutionary Thrill’ from Marcus! The referee turns just in time to see Marion drape an arm across the body of Gary!

JON McDANIEL: No! Not like this!

1!

2!

3!

This one is over!

COREY TAYLOR: Score one for youth and brains!

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of this match, Marcus Marion!!!!

Marcus rolls out of the ring and Nichole is there to help him to the back.

JON McDANIEL: What a travesty!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boo hoo. Go change Gary’s diaper and man up Jon.

***Backstage(unseen on Megavision)***

An envelope is placed up against the door of another lockerroom; it reads “Kurtis Family”.

*STATIC*

The commercial is hacked, showing Chet Whetleson next to a guy wearing overalls, a John Deere hat, and work boots; he is not wearing a shirt.

CHET WHETLESON: So, Danny Joe, what do you think about Robinson Pro?

The man spits a stream of brown juice out of his mouth.

DANNY JOE: Well Chet… (spit) Tell yur what.. it sure tain’t no good rasslin’ like we’s used to ahseeing in Rebel Pro. I wursh that Phoenix feller would just leave somethin’ that wure good alone. As my pappy telled me, if’n it tain’t broke, then don’t try afixin’ it.

Chet nods at the camera that fades back into the live show.

COREY TAYLOR: See what I mean, his IQ had to be less than one!

** Backstage **

We see the Robinson World Champ Phoenix walking backstage, flanked by security, when he comes to a sudden stop. The camera pans over to reveal a smirking Chris Casino.

Phoenix: Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your match?

Casino ambles over to the ‘champ’ and eyes the security.

Casino: Against those losers you’ve booked us against? Please. Me, The Freak and Shut Down will show them why REBEL doesn’t need castoffs from PWA.

One of the security guards inchs closer to Casino.

Casino: Easy guy….You’re not my type.

Phoenix: What the Hell do you want anyway? I’m a busy man and unless you want trouble then I would….

Casino acts shocked.

Casino: Trouble!? Me? (laughs) I just wanted to say that I’m happy to be part of your team in this little Survivor Series match you set up.

Phoenix doesn’t look to be buying it.

Casino: I mean, you’ll be in the ring with ME and a few other guys who….Love….What you’ve turned REBEL into. It’ll be a BLAST. I for one can’t wait. Now, if you’ll excuse me I DO have a match to get ready for….Boss. See you inside that ring soon though and hey….I got your back.

Casino walks off laughing as Phoenix looks after him.

Phoenix: It’s Robinson Pro you ass.

Casino walks to his dressing room’s door, looking down he spots another mysterious envelope with his name on the front. Looking around he doesn’t spot who might have left it. Casino picks it up before walking into his room.

- fade.

Back from the Casino segment and :Heeee heee heee”

“Oddities” by ICP in the speakers as from the back to a big time pop, perhaps the biggest in their formerly Rebel Pro career… The Freak, Shut Down… The Freak Show!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen…”

Freak holds up a hand as “Smooth” by Santana and featuring Rob Thomas hits up in the speakers as from the back to a mixed reaction with more cheers than boos is… Chris Casino!

ERIC EMERSON: Representing the Rebel Pro Loyalist contingent, Introducing The THE FREAK, SHUT DOWN, and CHRIS CASINO!

All three men step down the ramp and into their corner where they begin to discuss strategy for the upcoming match. Alec Wilcox comes over, checking all three men for weapons and warning them of the strict rules.

JON MCDANIEL: These three men look ready to take on The Pantheon here.

COREY TAYLOR: There is no way, The Pantheon are a group of big time champions. The only reason they are not in the Main Event tonight is because of the Rebel Pro Loyalists.

“Princes of the Universe” hits up and the crowd begin to boo heavily as Scottie Snow, The Dragon, and the large Moke Doshkey come down to the ring from the back.

ERIC EMERSON: From…

A loud burst of static is heard as a voice, definitely not Eric Emerson’s comes through the speakers.

V/O: “From the idiotic stable of Rob Robinsons, SCOOTIE FLURRY, THE DRAGOON, and this big idiot, MOOKIE DOOSHKEY.”

The crowd doesn’t boo, but that is because they can’t stop laughing. Someone has hacked into the sound system again and these three men are furious as they step into the ring and go right after the other three men.

DING DING

JON MCDANIEL: I thought it was regular rules?!

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares?! Get them!

Moke and Shut Down begin to exchange big time meaty right and lefts. Freak and Dragon with a collar and elbow tie up. Chris Casino whips Scottie into the ropes with an Irish whip sending him over after a quick clothesline. The crowd pops as Freak leaps over Casino, onto the top rope, front flipping and sending both feet right into Scottie’s face and slamming him into the guardrail. Casino turns around as Dragon comes flying at him with a cross body. Casino ducks, catching Dragon on his shoulders, spinning around dropping him with a stunner over his right shoulder. Casino up quickly, dropping a shoulder into Moke’s left knee as Shut Down pounds the big man with a clothesline. Shut Down off the ropes dropa a leg across Moke’s throat and the crowd is into this match as the Rebel Pro Loyalists are kicking some Pantheon butt. Freak pulls himself up, thumbing both his partners inside the ring. Scottie gets up behind Freak, slamming a shoulder into the back of his left knee taking him down onto the padding. Freak turns around, but Snow is there with a roundhouse kick right to the bridge of Freak’s nose knocking him out.

JON MCDANIEL: Snow with a great kick there.

COREY TAYLOR: He is part of Pantheon, of course he is great.

Dragon is getting up inside the ring, charging at the back of Casino’s legs, looking to take him out from behind. Casino ducks as Shut Down throws a big right fist. Dragon leaps to Casino’s back, up and around Shut Down’s head, bringing the big man down to the canvas with a very innovative DDT. Dragon is up quickly as he and Casino square off center ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What a move!

COREY TAYLOR: Even these fans are impressed, as they should be.

Casino with a wristlock, but Dragon flips over, kicking out and sweeping Casino’s legs out from under him. Dragon holds the wrist still, locking it up into an arm scissorlock. Casino rolls over into the ropes, but Alec Wilcox is not making any attempt at getting Dragon to break the hold, instead he is looking off in the distance. Casino, having spent much time in Rebel Pro, is used to having to break holds himself. Thus, Alec doesn’t see the roll over and punch to the junk of The Dragon, who releases the hold immediately in favor of holding something more near and dear to his personage. Casino rolls up to his feet as Dragon is wincing in pain. Casino with a knee drop onto the inner thigh and now Alec is watching in anticipation of an illegal move. Moke is getting back up and charging at the anklelock Casino locks on Dragon. But big Shut Down with a running forearm sends him off target. However, the big Moke is right there and the two big men are exchanging rights and lefts again.

JON MCDANIEL: Alec Wilcox has lost control!

COREY TAYLOR: So, Pantheon is kicking ass!

Dragon rolls over kicking Casino in the side of the head. Shut Down with a hammerlock on the big Moke, but he quickly ducks under reversing the hold into a hammerlock of his own. Moke rops the hammerlock, wrapping his arms around Shut Down’s waist.

JON MCDANIEL: No way…

COREY TAYLOR: Yes Way!

Moke lifts Shut Down up, grunting from the strain and spins around!

*WHAM!*

The ring shakes as Moke delivers the biggest German suplex in the history of this fed!

WAIT!

He isn’t finished, he rolls back over and everyone is watching, they can’t believe it! Moke is getting Shut Down up for another!

COREY TAYLOR: Look at his strength!

JON MCDANIEL: That… cannot be denied.

Moke lifts, but Shut Down wraps his legs in the ropes, preventing the second German. Freak leaps from the floor to the apron and from the apron to around Moke’s head…

REVERSE HURRICANRANA!

COREY TAYLOR: That damn FREAK!

JON MCDANIEL: What a move!

Freak gets up, stumbling forward, holding his left knee, he came down on it hard. Scottie slides into the ring.

SNOW PLOW!

Too bad it was on Shut Down, who just looks down at the much… much… much smaller man. Snow looks up.

*GULP*

Shut Down smiles, picking Snow up, turning around…

CHOKESLAM!

Freak off the ropes, front flipping leg drop across the throat and the cover!

ONE!

Dragon leaps, diving forward to stop the pin.

TWO!

Casino reaches out, barely catching the ankle. Moke is crawling towards Freak, but Shut Down with a kick to his ribs rolls him onto his back.

THREE!

DING DING DING

JON MCDANIEL: They did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They cheated, a legal man was never established!

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… the team of Chris Casino… The Freak… and Shut down!

*STATIC*

Jenny Jersey stands next to a young boy, wearing a vintage Chad Kurtis shirt and Rebel Pro baseball cap.

JENNY JERSEY: So Timmy, what do you think about Robinson Pro.

TIMMY: I think it stinks more than The Phoenix. Rebel Pro was unique, but oh

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no, Phoenix had to come in and change up the rules. He thinks he is making things better, or has made them better, but all he has done is ruined the best thing this side of the Mississippi.”

Jenny nods at the camera that fades back into the arena.

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM.”

Rocks the arena and out steps “The Falcon” Jacob Venar, the crowd get hot in a hurry, launching their boos at Jacob Venar with full force. Venar’s focus is squarely on the matchup with his former tag team partner Johnny Maverick.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way down to the ring! From British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at TWO hundred and FORTY POUNDS THE FALCON JACOB VENAR!

JON MACDANIEL: Jacob Venar looks EXTREMELY focused tonight. The back and forth this week between he and Maverick? It was just brutal.

COREY TAYLOR: And that’s EXACTLY how I like it. It is so much better when the “kid” gloves get thrown off. No need in being phony. The two CAN’T stand each other.

The crowd continues heckling and booing Venar as he calmly strolls down to the ring, not giving them the satisfaction of letting them get a “rise” out of him.

“Lead Into Demise” by Kingdom of Sorrow begins to roar over the house speakers.

ERIC EMERSON: From Washington D.C.; he stands at six feet and two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Maverick, peering at Venar during the entire time he strolls down the aisle, is greeted by a much more positive reaction from the crowd. Some of the more stanch fans hold out signs, one of which reads, “You are my idol!”

JON MACDANIEL: I have a feeling that this will be the most interesting match of the night. In truth, you can say that “Bragging Rights” await the winner.

COREY TAYLOR: Bragging Rights? You sound SOO cliché.

JON MACDANIEL: Okay Corey. Let’s just call the match, alright?

The two superstars meet nose to nose in the center of the ring. And they begin a tie up, with Venar getting the upper-hand. Venar peppers Maverick with three rapid punches, each knocking Maverick’s head back. The look on Maverick’s face shows he’s more annoyed than in actual pain. Venar whips Maverick to the rope, off the rebound Venar throws out a clothesline, which Maverick ducks. Instantly turning, Maverick nails a picture perfect standing dropkick. He then quickly goes for the cover. Ref Lance Weston is on the job!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

JON MACDANIEL: Maverick isn’t taking any chances here. That pinfall, I’d say, was more to keep Maverick on his toes than anything else.

COREY TAYLOR: Eh, he thought he was slick and could catch Venar sleeping. Venar, however, you NEVER catch sleeping.

Maverick picks up Venar by his head and drives a knee to his gut while bringing him to his feet. Amazingly, without the aid of a rope rebound, he flips over a doubled over Venar and catches him in a sunset flip. But, however, Venar remains at a vertical base and simply drops down on the chest of his former tag team partner.

JON MACDANIEL: Venar had that move well-scouted. He planted his feet so that Maverick’s momentum could not take him over.

Maverick winces in pain a bit from two hundred and forty pounds careening down onto his chest. Venar, without giving Mav even a second to catch his breath, drops a quick leg-drop across his throat. He then mounts on top of Maverick, and begins a “mount and pound”. Venar throws out stiff punches, but Maverick covers up. After a few seconds, Maverick manages to shove Venar away.

COREY TAYLOR: He pushes him away. What a tool.

JON MACDANIEL: Good decision by Maverick. There’s only so many of those stiff shots his arms could have blocked before fatigue began to set in.

Both competitors manage to get to their feet. Maverick walks up to Venar and slaps him HARD across the face! The fans in attendance, liking Maverick a “tad” more than they like Venar, roar their approval. To which, Maverick offers a sly smirk. Venar, like a bull seeing red; charges at Maverick, who quickly catches him in a side-headlock take-down . Venar manages to get his arms underneath Maverick, rolling backward into a pinning combination. Weston, once again, is there to make the count.
ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

KICKOUT!

With the headlock still synched in, Maverick applies more and more pressure. Weston asks Venar if he “yields” to which he replies: NO! Maverick, with the rest hold still applied, pulls Venar to his feet with him. Venar replies with some shots to the ribs and kidneys. Trying to loosen the grip that Mav has on him. Venar manages to push Mav off to the ropes, freeing himself. Instead of waiting for Mav to rebound, Venar follows him to the ropes and lariats Maverick clean over the top rope. The fans begin their boo-fest, like it was just invented.

COREY TALOR: That lariat was the stuff of legends. It packed a punch!

JON MACDANIEL: Must you be so biased?

Venar slides under the rope, meeting Maverick out to the floor. The ref, looking on from the center of the ring looks on, motioning that the two should return to the ring. Venar brushes him off. He takes a downed Maverick and tries to slam him head first into the ring apron. But he’s blocked! Maverick slams Venar’s head hard onto the side of the apron. And, in a swift motion, gives him an inverted atomic drop. The ref begins the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Maverick throws Venar back into the ring, then slithers in himself, effectively stopping the count. Without giving him much of a reprieve, Maverick stands Venar up and nails him with a gamengiri. The blow takes Venar down. Maverick then scales the second rope and comes down hard on Venar’s exposed chest with a crushing elbow drop. He relaxes the move into a cover. The ref makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

KICKOUT!

JON MACDANIEL: Maverick took flight. But Venar manages to get that shoulder up.

COREY TAYLOR: Eh, it was a standard elbow drop. Nothing special.

The match has begun to really set in, with both men sweating and moving just that much more slowly. Pulling Venar to his feet, Maverick tries to take him over with a suplex, but it’s blocked. Venar takes him down with one of his own. He then kicks Maverick on the side of the head, then quickly applies a crippler crossface! Maverick, in agony, inches his way over to the ropes. Venar pushes down on him with his weight.

JON MACDANIEL: He’s closing in on those ropes.

After a few minutes, that feel like an eternity, Maverick grips the bottom rope. The ref moves in to break up the hold. But Venar won’t budge. Instead he tightens the grip. The ref makes the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIV-

Venar, giving Maverick one last squeeze, finally releases the hold. Venar stands an all but worn out Maverick to his feet and returns the same slap in the face he received earlier. The fans boo. Venar then takes Maverick down with a side back-breaker. He quickly scales the ropes and goes for a top rope splash, but is met with a stiff boot to the face from Maverick. The fans begin to cheer.

JON MACDANIEL: Maverick had great presence of mind, there.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, whatever.

With Venar laid out on the mat, Maverick begins to shake the cob webs loose. Stretching himself to keep himself limber, he picks Venar up and takes him back down with an Inverted DDT. He then drags Venar over to the bottom rope and rests his body on it. Maverick races and rebounds to and off the ropes, then delivers a crushing splash on Venar’s back. Maverick then kicks Venar’s body out of the ring, he follows suit.

COREY TAYLOR: For Goodness Sakes, Jacob, GET UP!

JON MACDANIEL: Looks like this match has spilled to the outside again.

Venar lies on the ground, pretty much zonked out. Maverick makes a move for him, raising him up a bit, then attempting to slam his head on the guard-rail. Venar, most certainly, will have none of it. He blocks the blow. Then, with what little strength he can muster, slams Maverick’s head into the guard rail. The fans boo. Venar falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath. Giving the fighters some lee-way, the ref begins the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

JON MACDANIEL: These guys better high-tail it to the ring, or else they’ll be counted out.

Venar, manages to get to his feet, and waves Maverick off. He decides to fight another day and heads for the back. Maverick, having now recovered a bit, stalks Venar. He runs and nails him with a clubbing forearm to the back of the head. Venar hits the ground and is swiftly taken over by a German suplex. The crowd shares their sentiments…

CROWD: OOOH!

FOUR

FIVE

Fighting the exhaustion of the match, himself, Maverick makes his way over to the guard-rail to get a rest. Venar extremely slowly gets to his feet. He favors his lower back from the impact of that German Suplex. Once to his feet, he charges toward Maverick. Venar jumps and executes a cross body block onto Maverick, which takes both men over the top of the guard rail. The fans begin to move back, giving the competitors a little room.

SIX

SEVEN

COREY TAYLOR: This match is bananas!

JON MACDANIEL: They just want to kill each other. They are ignoring that count.

Venar begins to throw haymakers Maverick’s way, stunning and softening him up even further. Venar then picks Maverick up by the hair, and rams him head-first into an idle steel chair, vacated by one of the fans.

EIGHT

Venar then picks Maverick up and gives him a rake across the eyes. Maverick, blinded a bit, begins to throw wild punches which miss their intended mark. Venar clubs Maverick across the back with an elbow. Maverick, then throws a back elbow, catching Venar flush on the jaw. Regaining his momentarily lost sight, Maverick takes Venar down with an Ace-Crusher.

NINE

JON MACDANIEL: This match is one count away from being over.

Maverick follows that up with slamming Venar’s head hard onto the concrete floor. The ref, looking out into the crowd of people, now having lost sight of the Venar and Maverick… officially calls the match.

TEN!

COREY TAYLOR: IT’S OVER!

ERIC EMERSON: As a result of both combatants failing to enter the ring before the ten count, this match has ended in a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!

JON MACDANIEL: That was a really hard hitting match. I am sure the fans do wish we could have gotten a different ending, though.

COREY TAYLOR: Venar SHOULD have been the winner.

With that we cut to Commercial.

*STATIC*

Chad Kurtis, Jonothan Kurtis, and Matthew Kurtis stand with a hundred or more of people.

FANS: Bring back Rebel Pro!

A slight pause.

PEOPLE: “We hate Robinson Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Hate Robinson Pro! *Clap. clap. clap clap clap*

Fade back into the arena and the still live feed.

“Here we are, born to be kings. We’re the princes of the universe.”

As we return from commercial, the camera is focused tightly on a man that is clearly a Freddy Mercury impersonator, though he looks more like Borat. The live band continues with the song, “Princes of the Universe” from the Highlander soundtrack as the Pantheon, the Phoenix, Rob Robinson (wearing the Robinson Pro World title), Might & Magic, Moke Doshky and the Dragon, Scottie “The Panther” Snow and Fantastic Andy Strickland all walk out from behind the curtain and head to the ring. The path to the ring is covered by a red carpet, matching the one covering the ring. Huge vases of purple flowers, the color of royalty, decorate the ring. Once all five men are in the ring, the Phoenix motions with his hand in front of his throat, telling the band to stop.

ROBINSON: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re here on a historic night for Robinson Pro Wrestling!

The crowd boos hotly.

ROBINSON: I’ve spared no expense this evening, because I know this night will go down in the history books and I wanted to make sure it was special. I hired “Princess”, the world’s premier Queen cover band to play the Pantheon’s theme song, I decorated the arena with brand new banners…

The camera sweeps across the arena, showing massive hanging banners, each with a picture of one of the Pantheon members on it.

ROBINSON: And I’ve classed the joint up with flowers. Why? Because a historic moment, especially one that’s planned, should be carried out with a sense of style and ceremony. When I bought Rebel Pro and transformed it into Robinson Pro Wrestling, I said that I want to take this company to the top of the industry. I started that journey with small steps, things like enforcing the rules, appointing champions the company can be proud of, and signing some top level, World class talent.

The boos just get louder as Phoenix lists each “accomplishment”.

ROBINSON: But tonight I’m done with the small steps, tonight Robinson Pro takes a massive leap forward and I couldn’t be more proud or excited. Because… I’ve seen the future. No, I’m not claiming to be psychic. You don’t need a sixth sense to know what’s coming for Robinson Pro, you just need to watch Rampage each week.

ROBINSON: I’ve seen the future, not just of this company, but of this very industry. I know a lot of the men I employ hate my guts, and I’m cool with that. They don’t need to like me, they just need to give you fans the best wrestling action on the planet, that’s all I ask. Men like “The Show” Chad Kurtis and Chris Casino. They wouldn’t stop to piss on me if I was on fire, but you fans love them for some reason, so I keep putting them in the ring. They’ve got a raw, unformed talent that’s just in need of some mentoring and I know they can be made into real, honest-to-goodness mid-card wrestlers.

The crowd, which had been cheering for Kurtis and Casino turn on a dime to boo the mention of them as mid-carders.

ROBINSON: Oh, come on! They may have been in the main event in Rebel Pro, but the game has changed and so will they if they want to keep a spot here. I admited they’ve got a spark of talent. It just isn’t enough to turn them into the kind of legends that I’m known for creating. But there’s no shame in being a mid-card guy. Without curtain jerkers and mid-carders, all we’d have is the main event!

ROBINSON: And I’ll admit, when I bought the company, I wondered what I was going to do about getting some real main event talent. I mean, its not like I could wrestle myself every night! But my first week here, I saw a glint of something, a tiny bit of hope. And then the second and third weeks, I realized this wasn’t a fluke! I was seeing the man that could carry the Robinson Pro banner! I was seeing a man that I could be proud to have as my champion! I was seeing a man that I could mentor and lead to greatness! In short, I was seeing the Phoenix, version 2.0!

More booing. Which is good, because that means more money from beer concessions when these bastards get dry throats.

ROBINSON: Love me or hate me, there’s no denying that I know talent when I see it. I’m the man that made household names of people like Chamelion, Raizzor, and Sirus Moran. I literally made that backstabber Hunter Sullivan into a man people could take seriously as a World champion. So it is fair to say that I know a thing or two when it comes to wrestling talent. Even if you think I don’t possess it, no one could claim I don’t know it when I see it. Now, I don’t want to oversell this, but I’ve just seen the man that will go down in the history books as the greatest of all time, maybe even able to surpass my many accomplishments in the ring, if not my overall impact in the industry. This is the man that will be the face of Robinson Pro wrestling, the man that will carry this company to the top on his shoulders, the man that will be the franchise of this great company! And I’m not just saying that because he has a bird themed nickname, too. So, without further ado, Jacob Venar, please come to the ring.

The Borat looking dude screams, “YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM” as Princess launches into 12 Stones’ “Anthem For the Underdog”. Jacob Venar comes out in his usual wrestling attire to meet the biggest jeers we’ve heard all night, stopping only to glare and shake his head in disgust at the band totally BUTCHERING his theme song, and walks to the ring, keeping his fiery eyes on the Pantheon.

ROBINSON: Jacob… Jake… let me just say that watching you perform the last few weeks has been both a blessing and an honor. Sure, things may not have always gone exactly to plan, but they almost never do, so don’t let that get you down. The important thing is that you picked yourself up and the desire to succeed just burns hotter with every so-called setback.

The Falcon slows his approach a little as the band finally quiets down, becoming suspicious of Robinson.

ROBINSON: But I wouldn’t have called you out here if you just possessed a desire to be the best. Lots of people have that. You’ve also got the will to make it happen. But other people have that, too. What you’ve got that they don’t are the actual tools to shape your own reality. Whatever you want, you’re capable of taking and that’s what I really like about you. These other guys in Robinson Pro, they may think they want to be the best, they may think they can make it happen, but none of them have taken any steps to actually do it. Not you, not the Falcon. You turned on your tag team partner, Johnny Maverick, because he was holding you back. That takes brains and guts. Some people would have been too scared to venture out into the world of singles competition, but you knew what you wanted and took action. That’s something I think we all can admire.

Robinson gestures out to the arena, but the fans just boo him. The Falcon just stands back, staying cautious and keeping his eye on Robinson.

ROBINSON: But all the talent and action in the world doesn’t amount to anything without the brains to make an effective plan, and you’ve got that in spades. Once Rebel Pro became Robinson Pro, you were the only man in the company to realize this was an opportunity to be seized and that’s just what you’ve done. First, by getting rid of that dead weight, Maverick, and then by doing me the favor of taking care of the Freak. You didn’t have to do that and you didn’t stand to gain anything big from it, just an exemption from the strict rules in the ring, but you did it anyway, because you knew that having a man like me owe you a favor could be a huge advantage, an advantage that no one else would have.

The Falcon’s eye dims a little, wondering what Robinson is getting at.

ROBINSON: Your actions have earned you a reward, Jacob. A man with your talent, skill, and abilities should be recognized and given their due, which is exactly what I plan to do tonight. I’m about to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime and I know that you’ll make the right decision.

The fans buzz in spite of all the boos as the Falcon slowly starts to approach the ring again.

ROBINSON: When I reformed the Pantheon and brought them to Rebel Pro, I said that we are like the gods of Olympus walking among the mortals of Rebel Pro. It is time for you to ascend, Jacob Venar. It is time for you to take your rightful position as my right hand man and join the Pantheon.

The crowd boos louder at this idea. The Falcon’s eyebrows drop at the idea of joining Robinson’s lackeys, and he raises his microphone to protest, but Robinson cuts him off before he can speak.

ROBINSON: Don’t answer yet, Jacob. Before you make up your mind, you need to know something. We all know that some of the guys on the roster are foolishly holding on to hope that they can somehow revive Rebel Pro. You and I know that’s not going to happen, but some people take longer to understand. So I’ve got a lot of work to do to firmly establish my authority here and get all of my employees on the same page. At the same time, I’ve got people outside my company that are tampering with my business and I’ve got to handle that, too. What I’m getting at is, I’m not able to devote the time and attention to the Pantheon that it deserves. I can’t be the glorious leader that the fans deserve. But you can. What I’m offering to you isn’t just a place in the Pantheon, I’m asking you to lead it.

The Falcon freezes for a moment, staring down the man in the ring with the microphone still raised to his lips. The Falcon finally decides to move, dropping the microphone and finishing his approach to the ring, lifting himself over the top rope with his arms in a terrific show of athleticism. The Falcon walks right up to Robinson, looking out at the crowd who steadily boo and beg him “DON’T DO IT”. After a moment or so of careful consideration, the Falcon looks into the eyes of the Phoenix… and smiles. The fans erupt in fierce boos and jeers as the Falcon shakes Robinson’s hand, and turns to leave.

ROBINSON: Whoa, hang on there, Falcon.

The Falcon, with one leg through the ropes, turns and looks at Robinson, who invites him back into the ring. The Falcon obliges begrudgingly, really looking like he’d like to get home.

ROBINSON: You made the right choice, just like I knew you would. But there’s one more surprise. Before I could tell you this, I had to make certain I could count on you. Well, you didn’t let me down. I said you’re the future of Robinson Pro, and I meant every word of that. But there’s one more thing you need to lead not just the Pantheon, but also Robinson Pro.

Robinson reaches behind his back and unfastens the World title belt. He looks down at it, smiles, and hands the title to the Falcon. The Falcon accepts, hesitantly, eyes studying the Pantheon closely, looking for foul play. Robinson releases the belt from his grasp, and backs away from the Falcon, who stares at the belt half-suspicious, half in disbelief.

ROBINSON: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new Robinson Pro Wrestling World champion… “The Falcon” Jacob Venar!

The Falcon smirks as he stares out at the crowd which strains each of their voices to make their disapproval of the new Champion heard. With the Falcon in the ring, surrounded by Pantheon, world title in hand, on top of the world…

The lights fade to the Robinson Pro logo, and then to black. The feed cuts right back on air, with the following words scrolling across the screen.

“The following is unknowingly paid for by Rob Robinson.”

Static on Megavision. Then we’re in a dim corner of the back of the arena. An over head light shines down on a few crates randomly placed. Standing by one of these crates talking are the Kurtis brothers. Chad and Jon are talking to each other, both holding a piece of paper, while Matt is sitting on a crate looking around. The three look up as Shut Down and The Freak walk in.

SHUT DOWN: You all too?

The Freak holds up a piece of paper.

CHAD: Yep.

Jon holds his up.

VOICE: Kind of a waste. I could probably do this myself.

They all turn their attention to the man who just walked in, Chris Casino.

MATT KURTIS: Would you shut the hell up and take a look around? Would someone mind telling me what’s going on? Because from the look of it, Robinson has all his enemies in one place now. For all I know, one of you is a spy!

Matt jumps to his feet, angry expression on his face as he glares at Freak Show and Chris Casino.

VOICE: Calm down, and I’ll clue you in.

All six men turn their attention to a man in the corner. The light doesn’t shine down far enough to expose him.

MATT KURTIS: Make it quick.

VOICE: Patience. You have to savor this Matt. Think about it…What’s the fun if you can’t mess with Robinson before you bring him down? That’s too quick, too dull.

CHAD KURTIS: Let me take a guess. You’re the one who has been messing with the feeds.

VOICE: It is with much pride I admit to…most of that. My Photoshop skills are a bit weak. But you can bet I had fun finding Phoenix’s biggest bloopers and introducing a whole new crowd to them.

THE FREAK: Enough talk. I’m starting to agree with Matt. Why are we here?

VOICE: Alright, alright. I can see y’all are on edge, and I can understand why. Here’s the deal guys. Robinson’s a plague. I know this. Rob and his cronies love nothing more than themselves. But the thing is, I know Rob. I know how he works. And best of all, I have a plan. A rather…disgusting plan, if you will. Now, I understand y’all want your federation back. Problem is, Robinson and his buddies are like an infestation. Good news for you! I’m your Orkin man, and I want you guys to be my poison. It’s too soon for me to step out. I still have some stuff to do behind the scenes. But when I do make myself known, Rob won’t like it. We have some history.

CASINO: So, a lot of people have history with this guy. He ran that crap fest PWA for years.

VOICE: Exactly, and Rob hates nothing more than some guy coming into his home and becoming alpha male. Been there, done that.

SHUT DOWN: I hear a lot of talk.

VOICE: And soon, you’ll see a lot of action. You guys just keep Rob busy a little longer and watch your backs. If Rob’s goon squad beats you down, you won’t be any help to the cause. Take care guys. Oh, and Matt…Jon…keep that gold around your waist.

JONOTHAN: No problem what-so-ever.

MATTHEW: And Matt, would it kill you to smile?

Matt looks confused.

CHAD:…OHHH, I get it.

VOICE: SHHHH. Now get out of here before Robinson finds you guys.

The feed cuts out.

Misgivings 11-5-2010

The scene cuts in to the back hallways before this weeks show. Rob
Robinson and his trusty crew of fellow Pantheon members are walking along
talking amongst themselves.

Robinson: So Masked Lard tried to sit on
Riona Langly, but ends up tripping her. So, she ends up sitting on him…and now
he has the clap. True Story; hell, he lives off workers comp.

Its at this
point the crew walks past a man in a trenchcoat, a Fedora, and a pair of Groucho
Marx glasses with the lenses whited out.

Robinson: How ya
doing.

Man: S’alright.

Robinson: Good to hear. So
anyway…

Robinson stops dead and turns back. The man is gone. Robinson
stares for a second.

Doshky: You alright Rob?

Robinson: Yeah
Moke…Yeah I’m fine.

The group continue on their way.

The guitar intro from the Lemonheads’ cover of Mrs. Robinson starts to play as the screen fades in a shot of the Pantheon.

And here’s to you, Mr. Robinson
Everybody knows that you’re the best
Yes, yes, yes

STATIC

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Akuma being led from the backstage to the ring by a dog collar, Jester laughing but the sound muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The duo step into the ring and the shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs!

“You got some attitude”

UP! AND! DOWN!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick holding up the Carolinas belt before the belt dissolves into the current Rebel Pro Aggression title.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Grandpa Gary delivering the Sixty Year Old Stunner onto Moke Doshky.

“Attitude, attitude”

Another transition to Grandpa Gary holding the Aggression title.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

GRANDPA GARY: BACON!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Dr. Tittylover picks Maverick up…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mothership Connection!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Venar stands at the top of the ladder, looking down with both Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts in hand, he drops one down to Johnny Maverick.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

JENNY JERSEY: Juggernauts, Bitch!

“You got some attitude”

Casino walking down a hallway, wrestling bag slung over his shoulder and a very confident look on his face. As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marcus Marion comes into focus as he jumps up and delivers the Revolutionary Thrill to “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Marcus stands up, holding the World Title over his shoulder, Nicole Rhodes beside him and both looking smug and confident enough for the entire roster.

“You got some attitude”

Akuma has Justin Case up.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Facebuster into the case of beer bottles! Case counters with a facebuster to Akuma into the glass bottles!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Mother what a counter!

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

COREY TAYLOR: That… isn’t going to make Mr. The Phoenix very happy.

JON MCDANIEL: Phoenix thought he had fixed the Audio Video hacker, but as we have just seen and heard the original Rebel Pro theme… looks like he has a bit more work to do.

“Believe” by The Bravery hits up in the speakers and from the back comes Eric Thompson and Bryan Williams, better known as The Dark Market.

ERIC EMERSON: At a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty-one pounds, ERIC THOMPSON and BRYAN WILLIAMS… THE DARK MARKET!

Eric and Bryan step into the ring, waiting on the third member of their team that is set to destroy… I mean face Chris Casino.

“I Hear The Voices” comes into the speakers and the crowd give a cheer for the man returning to Robinson Pro from Miller’s Trailer Park. Bobby Lee waves shyly to the crowd.

ERIC EMERSON: From Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… BOBBY LEE!

Bobby steps into the ring and waits for his opponent as Eric and Bryan order him out onto the ring apron.

“Smooth” salsas into the speakers and the crowd give a mixed reaction; they like Casino for standing up t o Robinson, but remember how he can be so damn cocky.

ERIC EMERSON: From Las Vegas, Nevada; he stands at five feet eleven inches while weighing in

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at two hundred and twenty pounds… CHRIS CASINO!

Casino steps into the ring, glaring at his opponents, his first opponents in this Gauntlet match.

“Final Countdown” hits up into the speakers and the crowd immediately begin to boo, they can’t stand this man who steps from the curtain.

ERIC EMERSON: From Orlando Florida, he stands at six feet and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… THE PHOENIX!

Phoenix saunters down to the ring where he sits in a chair with a megaphone held in his grasp. He flicks his wrist towards the ring for the match to begin.

PHOENIX: The winner of this match will make me a happy camper and that could mean a title shot or a raise in their paycheck.

DING DING

The bell sounds and The Phoenix watches on as Chris Casino is taking on Eric Thompson first in this three on one handicap match. Eric dives in for a headlock, but Casino with a quick flip sends him onto his back. Casino turns around to face Eric head on and he once again dives with another headlock attempt. Eric is successful as he gains some purchase, but Casino quickly lifts him up dropping him with an atomic drop. Eric holds at his back as Casino bounces off the ropes with a bulldog taking Eric down to the mat.

PHOENIX: Get in there Bryan, make it a handicap match!

Bryan is in the ring now, attacking Casino from behind with a boot to the back of the skull. Bryan pulls Casino up, but Chris drops him with a shot to the chin. Bryan stumbles back, Casino levels him with a clothesline. However, Eric is back up, taking Chris from behind by spinning him around and chopping him in the chest.

PHOENIX: That’s it!

Eric has him back into the corner, but Casino fires with a knee into the midsection backing Eric up from the attack. Casino with a forearm and elbow combo has Eric out of the corner. Casino spins around, kick right to the midsection doubles hiim

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over. Swinging neckbreaker takes Eric down. However, here comes Bryan back into the fight.

PHOENIX: You guys are hopeless!

Bryan slaps Casino on the back of the neck as he gets up, kneeing him right in the face. Casino shoves him back, but Bryan is able to catch hiimself and pull Casino down with a DDT. Bryan rolls him over and begins to pound him in the face with palm strikes.

PHOENIX: They can use fists Alec, but Casino cannot.

Alec nods.

JON MCDANIEL: That isn’t very fair.

COREY TAYLOR: You don’t fight fair, you fight to win Jon.

Bryan pounds away now with closed fists, but Casino manages a well placed knee to roll Bryan over onto his back. Casino with a well placed palm strike has Bryan wished he had chosen another career. Casino pounds at his ribs with his knees and at his face with elbows and forearms.

PHOENIX: Get in there Bobby Lee!

Bobby shrugs and is in the match as well making it a three on one match now. Bobby trips over Eric though as he makes his way to Casino, lining him up for a perfect superkick from Casino that knocks Bobby Lee out before he gets in the first offensive move. Casino gets up to his feet, begging for Phoenix to get in the ring himself. Casino is breathing heavily, but looks ready to take on the World.

PHOENIX: Scottie Snow!

Scottie runs from the back and slides right into the ring. Casino turns around.

SNOW PLOW!

Casino is down and Snow makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Eric and Bryan break up the count, they want to be the one to earn The Phoenix’s good favor.

PHOENIX: What are you doing you idiots?!

Eric shoves Snow out of the ring, but Bobby Lee makes the cover behind their backs.

ONE!

Eric picks him up, shoving him into the corner where he deliversa running knee into his ribs.

CASINO WITH A ROLLUP!

ONE!

TWO!

PHOENIX: Get him!

Eric does, dropping a leg across Casino’s back before kicking him right in the face.

JON MCDANIEL: Casino just can’t fight the numbers.

COREY TAYLOR: It is now a four on one match, Casino has no chance.

Scottie gets back into the ring, and all four men gang up on Casino who is struggling to even stay up right now. Casino throws a right hand, but Bobby Lee catches the hand, Eric kicks him in the midsection, while Scottie and Bryan elbow drop Casino’s back.

PHOENIX: Draw it out, make him wish he had never called The Phoenix out!

The crowd jumps to their feet, out from the back comes The Freak! Freak dashes down to the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Four on Two Corey!

PHOENIX: SECURITY!

Here come a few security guards, but they are quickly thrust to the side by Moke and The Dragon, who have a match later on tonight. Shut Down comes from the curtain, taking Moke from behind delivering a big kick, but Moke fights back with the big man. Dragon grabs The Freak’s ankle to keep him from interfereing to help Casino. Meanwhile back in the ring Casino is lifted onto the shoulders of Eric Thompson to slam his head into the canvas with a belly to back heavily on the neck suplex. Freak manages to get Dragon to release his ankle, thanks to a swift kick to his masked head.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on, he has a match later tonight!

JON MCDANIEL: So does The Freak.

Freak pulls Casino’s ankle and gets him out of the ring. The four men in the ring look down as Shut Down watches their back as they retreat. Casino is out on Freak’s shoulders, crimson mask covering his face now.

PHOENIX: Ring the Bell!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the match as a result of the match stopping… The Dark Market, Bobby Lee, and Scottie Snow!

JON MCDANIEL: Well…

COREY TAYLOR: The rightful team won this match, Casino had no chance.

Freak and Shut Down get Casino to the backstage curtain before looking back to see everyone watching them leave with Casino.

JON MCDANIEL: I guess Freak and Shut Down are on the Rebel Pro Loyalist side.

COREY TAYLOR: You know you can never trust a carney, have you seen how those people live?

STATIC

The video replay is that of Scottie Snow pinning Phoenix for the PWA World title. Afterwards, a editted video clip shows Phoenix crying about his loss as long rivers of tears course down his face.

We jump back to the ring to find the Phoenix leaning on the ropes and waiting for his apparent PWA guest. Sure enough she doesn’t leave him too long as Fear of Dying queues up and brings Lisa Seldon out to the floor. A few fans are gracious enough to cheer her on as she hits the ring, microphone already in hand. From the apron she addresses him.

Lisa Seldon: Well gee Rob, I love what you’ve done with the place.

Rob Robinson: What, turned it around into a real company?

Lisa bounces over the ropes in one rather smooth, showy and totally unnecessary jump.

Lisa Seldon: I was going to say sterilised it but I suppose that works too.

Rob Robinson: You would but that’s because you don’t really know anything about building a company. Taking them and running them into the ground seems more you’re thing.

Lisa Seldon: Oh totally.

She let’s go of a little laugh.

Lisa Seldon: You still work for me don’t you?

Rob Robinson: Unfortunately.

He snaps back but she quickly shrugs it off.

Lisa Seldon: Anyway… so I heard you and your guys wanted a match for… some reason. So your guys can prove themselves against the evil international invaders or something, even though I think I’ve only been here twice and beat up a guy no one likes anyway.

Rob Robinson: The Robinson Pro roster are fiercely proud of the company I’ve given them.

Lisa Seldon: Apparently.

She aimlessly wanders the ring as she goes on, examining his ropes or pads or whatever happens to be nearby.

Lisa Seldon: And frankly I’m quite disappointed, because I’ve always been a big fan of the whole Rebel -

Rob Robinson: – Robinson.

Lisa Seldon: – Pro thing, and even tried to get some of them some exposure on national TV, yet all I hear from your guys is how the PWA is a shithole, intent on steam-rolling them and crippling their product to some how advance our own, when clearly that was just you.

Rob shrugs it off in very much a I’m not really listening to what you’re saying anymore manner.

Lisa Seldon: If anything I was quite offended, so rather than just throw a bunch of names into a hat and then push off home early like old Joey BoXer used to do for these guys, I came to bury them. So coming to bat for Team PWA is going to be: two time PWA Intercontinental Champion Cody Bogard, the Tag-Team Champions of Sarah and Katie James, and my good buddy Teresa, who’s main PWA credentials involve taking would be global superstars and grinding them down into nothings. And considering the level of your guys, she’s gonna have a field day.

Rob waits her out but Lisa lowers the mic, forcing him to jump in.

Rob Robinson: Yeah that’s great and all, good to see the PWA still packing in “talent” during my absense, but that’s only four guys. You need five.

Lisa Seldon: Oh, I’ve got a fifth, I’ve got a guy who really, really hates you.

Jon McDaniel: Narrow it down at least a little.

Lisa Seldon: But I’m not telling, I’m gonna leave that up to him. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll be seeing him soon.

Lisa winks at Robinson before chucking the mic aside and bouncing from the ring. She then throws a kiss out to the fans before hopping to the floor and off out of ringside. The camera then darts back to Robinson, who takes a moment to consider her parting words, before shrugging them off and leaving himself.

Eric Emerson steps up beside the ring.

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

“Dual of the Fates” hits the loud speakers as a loud chorus of boos erupts from the crowd. Eric Emerson: Introducing first from Osaka Japan, weighing in at one hundred sixty pound; he is the “Harbinger of Chaos”, REAVER!!!!!!!! offline he is the “Harbinger of Chaos”, REAVER!!!!!!!! offline The crowd makes it known that they do NOT like this guy. Reaver doesn’t seem to be aware of the crowds presence, ignoring the signs saying things like “Reaver sucks” and “Kalis + Reaver = Pussies”. Reaver steps into the ring as his music dies down.“You will remember moment as you dig into me and from the smile on your face it seems you like it” Disturbed’s “This Moment” cues up and the crowd goes nuts.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, Being accompanied to the ring by Shut Down; he’s from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds, THE FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Freak and Shut Down emerge from the back to a thunderous roar from the crowd. The Freak walks to a fan holding a sign that reads “FREAK IS HARDCORE” The Freak passes another sign reading “We want REBEL“. Freak holds the sign high for all to see.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at all of these idiotic signs.

Freak: REBEL PRO!, REBEL PRO!, REBEL PRO!

Crowd: REBEL PRO!, REBEL PRO!, REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!, REBEL PRO!, REBEL PRO!

JON MCDANIEL: The fans here supporting The Freak.

COREY TAYLOR: They are like cavemen, just wanting blood, hardcore, and nonsense fighting; not smooth hold transitions.

The Freak slides into the ring as Shut Down takes his place at ring side. Referee Alec Wilcox sends both men to their corners for the pre match pat down. He checks Reaver and finds nothing. Wilcox begins to pat The Freak and pulls something out of his cargo pocket. A Butterfinger? Wilcox looks at The Freak with a questioning look; The Freak just smirks as he tries to look all innocent. Wilcox shakes his head and finishes the pat down. Wilcox calls for the bell.

DING DING

Reaver and The Freak circle one another before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Reaver with a quick arm drag sends The Freak to the mat. Freak rolls back to his feet and locks up again. This time Freak sends Reaver to the mat with an arm drag of his own. Reaver also rolls through the move and his back on his feet. Both men go in for another tie up, The Freak with a quick spin kick to the gut of Reaver. Reaver is now doubled over, The Freak hit’s the ropes

ANY GIVEN MOMENT…

No, Reaver ducks out of the way! Freak moves in on Reaver but Reaver hits Freak with a quick toe kick to the mid section,
NO, Freak catches his foot! THUD! Freak crumples to the mat as Reaver connects with a hard enziguri. Reaver with a quick cover. foot! THUD! Freak crumples to the mat as Reaver connects with a hard enziguri. Reaver with a quick cover.

ONE!

TWO!

And Freak kicks out! Reaver with a few kicks to Freaks back followed by a standing moonsault and another quick cover.

ONE!

And The Freak kicks out again. Reaver hoists Freak up, sends him hard into the corner and runs in behind The Freak. Whisper in the wind by The Freak catches Reaver square and both men hit the canvas.

JON MCDANIEL: Seems like pretty quick transitions here.

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe The Freak is learning something, but I highly doubt it.

The Freak makes it back to his feet first and quickly hits the ropes… into a Rolling Thunder that leaves Reaver clutching at his chest in pain. The Freak pulls Reaver up by the mask and starts running to the ropes… Freak leaps over the top rope to the outside as Reaver’s throat gets hung up on the top rope. Freak grabs Reaver by the legs and pulls him to the outside as well. Freak with a summersault leg drop across the throat of his fallen opponent. The Ref is making is count from inside the ring and is already at five.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak had better hurry, I’m surprised Alec has let the count go this long.

Freak rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. Reaver is slowly getting to his feet as Freak charges in… Drop toe hold by Reaver sends Freak head first into the steel steps! The Freak is busted wide open as blood begins to pour down his face.

JON MCDANIEL: Freak busted open there.

COREY TAYLOR: He tries to go hardcore, and he gets hardcored!

Reaver and Freak both get to their feet as the Ref’s count hit seven. Both men quickly roll into the ring to break the count.
Both men quickly roll into the ring and stare each other down for a moment. The Freak is first on the attack with a chop to Reaver’s chest.

Crowd: Woooo!

COREY TAYLOR: As though that wasn’t a predictable move reaction there.

Reaver with a chop of his own.

Crowd: Woooo!

Freak with a chop.

Crowd: Woooo!

Reaver chops The Freak, Freak chops Reaver, Reaver, Freak, Reaver, Freak, Reaver.

Crowd: Wooooooooooooooooo!

Reaver hits with a fast spinning wheel kick that sends Freak down hard. Reaver to the top rope… and he lands with a corkscrew senton. A cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO. THE FREAK KICKS OUT!

JON MCDANIEL: Close call there.

COREY TAYLOR: Alec a little slow on the count there because Reaver clearly had the three.

Reaver slaps the canvas in frustration as he gets to his feet. Reaver picks Freak up by his dreads and delivers a snapmare before hitting the ropes and connecting with a hard dropkick to The Freaks face. Reaver steps out onto the apron… springboard summersault legdrop hits The Freak hard.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE…

Freak kicks out!

Reaver is starting to show his frustration at not being able to keep The Freak down. Reaver sets The Freak up on the top turnbuckle… SUPER HURINCANRANA! Reaver pulls Freak to his knees and runs to the ropes… And goes for The Harbringer of Chaos! Freak counters with a the Side Effect and locks in A Moment of Sin! Reaver manages to find the bottom rope with foot and The Freak breaks the hold. Both men to their feet slowly. Freak moves in quickly with the Rush and finishes it off with a stiff round house to the head of Reaver. Freak to the top rope… Sight Unseen! NO! Reaver gets his knees up! Both men are down. Wilcox starts his ten count as neither man is moving.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

The Freak is starting to stir.

FOUR…

FIVE…

Reaver now starting to move.

SIX…

Reaver is on his feet. The Freak still trying to collect himself. Reaver off the ropes… and this time he hits with his finisher. Cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THRE… NO. The Freak rolls his shoulder up just before the three count! Shut Down pulls The Freak out of the ring. Wilcox yells at him to get The Freak back into the ring or he will be disqualified. Shut Down rolls Freak back in, albeit reluctantly. Reaver pulls Freak to his feet. WHAM! The Freak knocks Reaver out cold with a hard right hand. The Freak smiles as he stands over the unconscious Reaver. Freak holds up the secret to his knock out punch, a shiny set of brass-knuckles. Wilcox calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match by disqualification, Reaver!

COREY TAYLOR: That damn cheater!

JON MCDANIEL: Freak lost this match in his own way, can’t blame him for doing all that he can to undermind Rob.

Digging under the ring, Freak pulls out a white feather. The Freak wipes the blood off his face with a single white feather before laying it on Reavers chest.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh great, now he is mocking Reaver, that won’t go over well.

STATIC

A group of fans stand in front of an old school Rebel Pro logo, they are wearing old school Rebel

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“We Love Rebel Pro!”

“You’ll never kill Rebel’s Spirit!”

A little boy steps forward.

“You suck Rob!”

The Arena goes dark just as the following is heard from the sound system…

Ya think you can tell us what to do
Ya think you can tell us what to wear
You think you’re better
Well you better get read
Bow to the master

I’m not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel that you’ve been down the same road

The lights kick back on as the sound byte continues with…

They say I’m cocky, and I say What?
It ain’t braggin’ motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I’m cocky, and I say What?
It ain’t braggin’ motherfucker if ya back it up

Now the fans of Rebel, I mean Robinson Pro, are on their feet as they know none

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other then “The Show” Chad Kurtis has arrived and they are right as he makes his way down to the ring through the crowd before doing his trademark baseball slide into the ring…

Chad: Thanks for the warm welcome but not to be rude but it’s time to get a few things off my chest if you don’t mind?!

Fans: Lay it on us, Chad!

Chad: First thing I want to get off my chest is this bounty that Mr. Robinson has put on my head. I mean c’mon could he come up with a little more cash? But seriously I take it as an honor that I appear to be public enemy number one as far as Mr. Robinson and his regiment goes. I mean its between me and who? The Freak? Who only got mentioned because what he touched Mr. Robinson and I didn’t. I can take care of that right now if Mr. Robinson wants to make his way down her I will deliver a super kick right square in his mouth.

Fans begin to chant come on down, come on down…

Chad: You hear them, Robinson, come on down (Chad goes to the ropes and holds them open as if Robinson was coming down). Oh you ain’t going to come down here to the ring? What’s the matter? I know you need an entrance song, is that it? Will I got you covered, hit the music.

Here comes the money (Here we go, money, Uh)
Here comes the money

Money

Chad: What? Still not coming out are you? What is the matter don’t like my music selection? I guess I could be nicer! I guess I should be nicer! After all Mr. Robinson has lawyers! And they ain’t the kind that you see on the back of a phonebook! You know what I don’t give a damn about your lawyers, I got lawyers, too and I don’t give a damn about your money either, I’ve got a little of that, too, what I do give a damn about is that you think you can waltz in here and take over Rebel Pro and turn it into something for your own amusement! Will I call bullshit! And I ain’t the only one that not going to stand for it! Matt ain’t going to stand for it! J-Kurt ain’t going to stand for it! Hell nobody in the mafia is going to stand for it! And that ain’t all there is a very special friend of mine that ain’t going to stand for it either! Want to know who it is?

Fans begin to chant tell us, tell us…

Chad: I can’t tell you just now, but I promise that next week the mafia will have a big announcement and the newly formed, Rebel Coalition will be a pain in Robinson’s ass until the day he draws his last breath or he returns Rebel to it’s former self which ever comes first. Anyway I said all I have to say for now so I’m going to let my actions do the damn talking! Lastly, my message to Robinson and everyone that stands with him is you can kiss my rebel ass!

Chants of Chad, Chad break out as “The Show” begins to pace back and forth in the center of the ring.

Eric Emerson: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is your special triple threat match!!

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM”

“Anthem For The Underdog” by 12 Stones hits and the building is filled with jeers and boos. Jacob Venar walks out to a sea of hate filled posters. Some read, ‘Clipped Falcon’ ‘Jacob Sux’ & ‘Why Jacob?’ among others.

He ignores them all as he makes his way to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring, he hails from British Columbia, Canada and weighs in at 240 pounds…..Jacob Venar!!!

Jacob enters the ring and actually high fives the referee!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent……

“My Michelle” by GNR hits and again the building rattles with boos, although some cheers can be heard mixed into this lot.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in tonight at 233 pounds, he’s accompanied by Nichole Rhodes….Marcus Marion!!!

Marcus and his lovely emerge from the back to a greatly mixed reaction from the crowd. He pays them no mind as he and his beautiful valet make their way to the ring. They pass a sign that reads, ‘Nichole gave me Herpies!’

Eric Emerson: And their opponent…. already in the ring…

“It Ain’t Cocky Mother Fucker If You Can Back It Up!!!”

The building erupts!!!!

The ring announcer has to speak up to be heard above the roar of the crowd and the screeching Kid Rock.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Kentucky but is now fighting out of North Carolina, he weighs in at 230 pounds…..’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

Chad eyes the other two men with contempt.

Jon McDaniel: This should be one Hell of a match! These men have won multiple championships in REBEL….

Corey Taylor: Yeah but that was REBEL! This is Robinson Pro and they haven’t won anything!

Jon McDaniel: Little worried about some favoritism from the referee towards Jacob Venar though.

Corey Taylor: What!? Never!

Referee Lance Weston calls for the bell and promptly gets out of the way of the three men who are eyeing each other wearily. Without warning Marcus and Chad rush Jacob and pummel him with punches and kicks that send him scurrying to the outside. Marcus with a quick roll up from behind!

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Chad kicks out.

Small package from Marcus!

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2!

Again Marcus is denied as Kurtis kicks outs!

Jon McDaniel: fast and furious to start!

Both men scramble to their feet and Marcus hits a brutal chop across the chest of Kurtis! Chad responds with a forearm!

Chop from Marcus!
Forearm from Kurtis!
Chop from Marcus!
Forearm from Kurtis!
Chop from Marcus!
Forearm from Kurtis!

Corey Taylor: Geez that hurts me to even watch!

Venar is on the ring apron. Springboard double clothesline takes out both Marcus and Chad! Marion rolls to the outside as Venar puts the boots to Chad. Back elbow to the ribs of Venar causes a break and Chad quickly follows up with a pair of forearm shots that rattle ‘The Falcon.’ Chad shoots Jacob into the ropes. Dropkick from Chad drops Jacob! Double axe handle to the back of Chads head from Marcus who has snuck back into the match. Marcus with a hangmans neckbreaker! Venar is up and walks into a clothesline from Marcus. Chad is pulled to his feet and whipped into the ropes. Sleeper from Marcus! They’re in the middle of the ring but Chad is fighting hard to get to the ropes. Venar slaps on his own sleeper onto Marcus! Triple sleeper in the middle of the ring! Chad positions his head under the jaw of Marcus and drops down causes a ripple effect of jawbreakers onto Marcus and Venar! Chad pulls Marcus up and whips him towards the far corner. Marcus reverses it! Bluegrass Breeze from Chad! Marcus side steps it and Kurtis hits nothing but canvas! Baseball slide from Jacob sends Kurtis out of the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Out goes Kurtis!

Corey Taylor: Hopefully for good!

Marcus drops an elbow across the back of Venars head and follows up with a snapmare. Marcus hits the ropes and drills Venar with a low dropkick to the sternum! Marcus with a cover!

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Venar kicks out and Marcus shoots the referee a nasty look. Marcus pulls Jacob up and pops him across the chest with a chop! A second! A third! Poke to the eye from Jacob! Stinging right hand from Jacob spins Marcus around. Jacob hooks Marcus and goes for a German suplex. Marcus blocks it and reverses it! Jacob blocks it! From nowhere Kurtis rushes into the scene hooks Marcus, who still has a hold on Jacob, and pulls off a double German suplex! Kurtis covers Marcus first!

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Marcus kicks out!

Chad covers Jacob!

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Corey Taylor: Gah! No one will stay down long enough for Jacob to win!

Jon McDaniel: What?

Corey Taylor: Uh, nothing.

Venar gets a shoulder up after a long two count. Chad pulls Venar up and whips him into the ropes. Leapfrom by Chad and Venar spears a rising Marcus! Venar scrambles up to this feet and takes an step up enziguri from Chad! Kurtis steps out of the ring and onto the apron. Springboard 450 splash onto Venar! Chad hooks a leg!

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3-No!!

Marcus breaks it up! Marcus, clutching at his ribs tries to get to his feet but takes a stiff right hand from Chad. Marcus is on his knees trying to back away from an advancing Kurtis. Venar is slowly getting to his feet. Marcus throws himself foreword and nails the right knee of Kurtis with a shoulder block! Kurtis drops to a knee, gets up and tries to put distance between him and Marion. A chop block from Marcus brings Chad down! Marcus quickly hooks in a single leg Boston Crab. Venar is on the scene and places Kurtis in a crippler cross face! The crowd is going crazy as Kurtis is doing his best to hold on and the referee looks unsure of what to do if Chad taps! Marcus spies Venar, releases his submission hold and lands a kick to the head of Venar!

Corey Taylor: Woo Hoo! We almost saw a Kurtis snapped in half!

Venar is brought to his feet, takes a pair of chops across the chest and whipped into the ropes. Marcus drops his head a second to early allowing Venar to hit the breaks and crush Marion with a double under hook into a back breaker! Jacob covers, feet on the ropes and in plain view of the referee who doesn’t seem to mind.

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Marcus kicks out! Marcus is pulled to his feet and whipped hard into the far corner. Jacob charges him and goes for a spear! Marcus dodges and Jacobs eats a turnbuckle! Rollup from behind by Marion who also places his feet on the ropes. The referee refuses to count it! Marcus gets to his feet and into the face of the referee but is told that there will be no pin with feet on the ropes. During thins Jacob rolls to the outside and Kurtis rolls Marcus up from behind!

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Marcus kicks out! Kurtis pulls Marcus up and shoots him to the far corner. Marcus reverses it. Bluegrass Breeze from Kurtis! This time it connects and Marcus is down! Instead of a cover, Chad rolls to the outside, climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes air Kentucky as he hits a picture perfect frog splash! Kurtis quickly rolls away from A damaged Marcus though and is clutching at his banged up knee. Kurtis slaps some feeling back into his limb and covers his man.

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3-No!!

Jon McDaniel: No one can seem to retain any momentum going into these pins!

Corey Taylor: I have faith in Jacob though.

Jon McDaniel: Shocking.

From the outside Venar has reaches in and pulled Marcus out from under Kurtis! Venar slides in as Kurtis is getting to his feet.

Right hand from Venar!
Right hand from Kurtis!
Right hand from Venar!
Right hand from Kurtis!

Right hand from Kurtis!
Right hand from Kurtis!
Right hand from Kurtis!

Jon McDaniel: Kurtis is in firm control!

Venar is back peddling now as Kurtis advances on him. Blatant kick to the groin of Kurtis drops ‘The Show!’ Oddly the Referee didn’t seem to notice that. Venar scoops up Kurtis and slams him on the mat. Venar to the turnbuckle. A senton from Venar! Knees up from Kurtis and Venar hits them ribs first! Venar doesn’t go down, instead he bounds up to his feet, clutching at his ribs and walks right into an STO from Marcus! Kurtis is on the mat clutching at his knee and Marion wastes no time in locking him into a figure four!

Corey Taylor: This is it! Chad will tap like a little girl!

Kurtis is fighting to get to the ropes but his fingers are just inches from it! Marcus is yelling for him to tap and just as Kurtis is about to oblige the submission is broken up by Venar! Venar stands over both men and rains down hard kicks at the two try and cover up. Venar pulls Marcus up, rakes the face, knees him in the gut doubling him over and nails a powerbomb onto Kurtis using Marcus! Venar rolls away Marcus and covers Kurtis!

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3-No!

Kurtis gets a shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Chad Kurtis is looking for that all important win tonight!

Venar shoots the referee a look and we clearly see him mouth the words, ‘count faster!’ Venar goes to pull Kurtis up but takes a shot to the ribs! Another right, this one to the jaw lands flush! Kurtis hooks Venar, hoists him up to the top turnbuckle and climbs up to the top to greet him. Hurricanrana off the top rope! Kurtis lands hard as well as Venar and ‘The Show’ is clutching at his knee as Marcus swoops in for the kill! A cover on Venar!

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3-No!

Venar gets a shoulder up!

Corey Taylor: Yes! Er, I mean, good for him!

Marcus pulls Venar up and cracks him across the face with an openhanded palm strike! Another! A third! A spinning back fist drops Venar to the mat! Marcus hauls Venar up. Revolutionary Thrill! Marcus goes for the cover!

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3-NOOOOOO!!!

Kurtis breaks it up! Kurtis pulls Marcus up and peppers him with a flurry of rights and lefts! Kurtis hits the ropes only to have Marcus catch him in a belly to belly suplex on the rebound! The pair land squarely on Venar ! Marcus rolls Kurtis away and covers Venar!

Corey Taylor: Wait! I call time out!

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Jon Mcdaniel: Marcus Marion snuck one in but it was a tough battle any way you look at it!

The bell rings and somewhat reluctantly the referee raises the hand of Marcus Marion!

Eric Emerson: The winner of this match….Marcus Marion!!!

Corey Taylor: That is SUCH horsesh….

Jon McDaniel: We’ve got someone coming through the crowd!

The Freak!!

Corey Taylor: Oh what the Hell!?
The Freak has hopped the guard rails and has a chair in hand. He slides into the ring behind Marcus and yells for him! Marcus turns!

Chair shot to the head!

Marcus drops like a stone and The Freak makes a hasty retreat as Robinson Pro security bum rush the ring!

Jon McDaniel: The Freak makes a statement towards Marcus here tonight!

Corey Taylor: Oh who cares? I’m just wondering is Jacob okay?

STATIC

A created photo slideshow goes across the screen showing editted photos of Rob Robinson wearing diapers, Halloween costumes, kissing Riona Langly, and with a bullseye painted on his back.

[The Final Countdown fills the arena as Robinson Pro owner and all around swell guy, Rob Robinson, heads to the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and basks in the applause. Wait, that's the wrong word. The boos, he basks in the boos as if they were applause.]

Rob Robinson: I’m not sure what is going on here, but it is obvious to me that the audio video guys are as inept as most of these wrestlers in what was formerly known as Rebel Pro. But as I am training them to be superior athletes in Robinson Pro, I will have the best company on the Earth. Well, in order to compete with other companies, I must have a top of the line Audio Video group so… those in the truck right now… go join Rob Martinez, Jenny Jersey, and all of the other Rebel Pro personel in the “I Want a free check” line.

Rob clears his throat.

Rob Robinson: Now, with that pleasant business done. Last week I came out here and issued a challenge. This challenge wasn’t just to my former comrades in the PWA but also to the Robinson Pro roster. I challenged my men to put up or shut up in their claims of being better than the PWA and I challenged the PWA to put their reputation on the line against Robinson Pro. Well, we’ve heard back from Lisa Seldon and she accepted my challenge, even if her response was lacking in the proper respect. But either way, the dye has been cast, the wheels are in motion, and we’re about to find out which of the two wrestling companies I founded is really the best. The PWA and Robinson Pro are like my children, and any parent will tell you that its impossible to pick a favorite child, that they’re all different but you love them just the same anyway. Of course, parents lie like Persian rugs. How many parents have you ever heard admit that they’ve got an ugly baby? None, right? But seriously, there are tons of ugly babies running around. And maybe Robinson Pro isn’t as attractive as PWA, but just like any parent, my newest baby is clearly my favorite since the older one has grown up and proven to be a disappointment for me.

Rob Robinson: In picking my team for the Good vs Evil match, I had to think long and hard about who I wanted to showcase. This was a harder decision than you might think because Robinson Pro is still new and most of the roster is still being rebelious and hasn’t really proven themselves to me yet. So, with that in mind, I had to change my thinking. While there were a lot of things about Rebel Pro that I despise, I wouldn’t have bought the company if it didn’t have a spark of promise. A tiny spark, but a spark nevertheless. So I decided that I wanted to pick some of the people that embodied the spirit of Rebel Pro and give them a chance to show why they should continue to be the face of Robinson Pro wrestling. Consider this an audition, guys.

Rob Robinson: Obviously, I’ll be captaining my team. But as good as I am, I can’t beat the entire PWA team alone. My first pick is the man that fancies himself a major thorn in my side. I consider him to be an irritating mosquito bite, but for Good vs Evil, we’ll have to agree to disagree. But in my mind, and in the minds of the fans, this man wasn’t just the face of Rebel Pro, he was it’s heart and soul as well. And I know that no matter how much he hates me, he’ll never back down from defending Rebel Pro’s honor, or the honor of the men that used to wrestle under that banner. That’s why “The Show” Chad Kurtis will be on the Robinson Pro team.

The crowd cheers at the mention of the Rebel Pro legend’s name and his picture as it flashes up on Megavision.

Rob Robinson: My second choice wasn’t much more difficult than the first. This is another man that will fight to the death to defend the reputation of the company he loved. I mean, if he didn’t care he wouldn’t have been their last World champion. So, Marcus Marion, you’re on the team, too.

Boos and some cheers, because these fans want the former Rebel Pro stars, now known as Robinson Pro stars, to kick some PWA ASS!

Rob Robinson: I know I’m doing the unexpected, and possibly the unwise, by picking men that hate each other, but above all else, hate me. What I’m counting on is that they value respect and their reputations more than they hate their teammates. I may not have liked their wrestling styles, but even I will admit that when they’re in the ring they don’t stop fighting until they’ve either won the match or their bodies just flat out give out on them. A perfect example of this is the third member of my team, a man that wasn’t afraid to come right up to my face and tell me off. Sure, he might be foolish, but he’s got guts and I respect that. And once he learns who the boss is, I think he’ll go far in Robinson Pro. But most of all, I know that this man has a burning desire to reach the top of the business and nothing’s going to stop him from getting there. So, Chris Casino, this is your shot to show me that you can not only be a team player, but that you deserve to be considered among the Robinson Pro elite.

A picture of Casino fighting off the others in the Gauntlet Match earlier flashes up on the screen, the crowd give him some love.

Rob Robinson: And that leads me to the last member of Team Robinson Pro. This is the one man that’s impressed me since I’ve bought the company. This is the one man that saw which way the wind was blowing and changed course accordingly. To be honest, I’m very proud of everything this man has accomplished and as a wrestling fan, I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next. Wrestlers like him are the reason I started the PWA and Robinson Pro in the first place. He’s the kind of man that you can build a company around and I laugh myself silly every time I think about how Larry Gordon had this treasure in his possession and didn’t even realize it. I can make a promise right here, right now that this man is a future Robinson Pro World champion, the first man I feel I could say that about, and I don’t think that future is far off. That’s why I’m naming Jacob Venar as my Team Robinson Pro Co-Captain!

Boos fill the arena as Jacob’s image flashes up on the screen.

Rob Robinson: So there you have it, Lisa. That’s team Robinson Pro. I’m not sure who you’re last member is going to be, though I’ve got a few ideas. But no matter who you put in that ring, I feel confident that the team I’ve assembled tonight can beat anything the PWA can put together!

*WHAM!*

Title belt to the back of the skull!

JON MCDANIEL: My GAWD! It’s Hunter Sullivan!

COREY TAYLOR: Who?

Hunter stands over Rob, the replica Global Title dangling from his right hand. Rob Robinson is out cold center ring, still not knowing what has happened. Hunter lays the belt over Rob’s face before turning and leaving through the crowd. Surprisingly the crowd cheer, they’ve decided that no matter what, they just don’t like Rob.

JON MCDANIEL: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are going to try and head to another commercial here.

STATIC

A video, obviously created by someone, shows Rob Robinson dancing around his living room dressed in a diaper and acting like a whiny baby because he can’t have what he wants.

“Lead Into Demise” by Kingdom of Sorrow plays the challenger to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: From Washington, D.C.; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

The fans make sure to get their signs in view of the camera: “We Love You Maverick”, “You can be my Boss anytime”, “You can Oops in my face Maverick”.

Blag Flag’s classic “Slip It In” hits as the champion comes down the ramp with Ian behind her.

ERIC EMERSON: From North Hollywood, CA.: she stands at five foot three inches and weighs one hundred and twenty six pounds, she is the Robinson-Pro Aggression Champion….MARINA BLUE!

The fans, some of them having just held signs for Johnny, hold up pro-Marina posters; “Can I star in your next movie?”, “Will you marry me Marina?”, “Marina, you make me blue!”

She enters the ring and poses for the fans. The bell rings and she gets ready for business.

JON MCDANIEL: Well folks, we’re in for one hell of a contest.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, it should be a real slobberknocker. Both of these competitors are experts at slobbing knockers.

JON MCDANIEL: Alright Corey.

The two athletes tie up, and Johnny gets the upperhand, applying a hammerlock. Marina kicks him hard in the shins to make him break the hold, then spins around and knees him in the gut. She follows with a dropkick, dropping him to the mat. Marina misses on a legdrop, as Johnny rolls away in time.

COREY TAYLOR: What, is Blue trying to channel Hulk Hogan? Well he does have some big titties.

Maverick pummels Blue with open-handed strikes to the head, and gives her a quick knee to the kisser. He whips her into the corner and then charges towards her, executing a running forearm smash. He backs her up against the turnbuckle and lays in to her with a series of chops that get the usual “woo”-ing from the audience.

JON MCDANIEL: Maverick has taken control of this match early, but I wouldn’t get too comfortable yet if I were him.

COREY TAYLOR: If I were him, I’d pull her top off and get me a handful -

JON MCDANIEL: Alright Corey!

Johnny tries to follow up with a gamengiri, but Marina catches his leg. He then tries to perform an enzuigiri with the other leg, but misses, and is knocked on his ass. Marina grabs both feet and performs a wishbone maneuver. She stomps on Johnny’s chest , leaving him clutching himself in pain. Blue bounces off the ropes, but misses with an elbow drop. Johnny comes back with a forearm smash to the face. He pulls her up and sends her into the corner again. He comes at her with a lariat, sending her to the mat. Mav gives her a taste of her own medicine with a few stomps of his own, then jumps up and comes down with a kesagiri chop to the champ’s neck.

JON MCDANIEL: Maverick with a powerful kesagiri chop.

COREY TAYLOR: A what? A quesadilla chop?

JON MCDANIEL: Yeah Corey, that exactly what I said; a powerful quesadilla chop.

Johnny sits on Blue’s lovely chest while pummeling her with more hard chops to the head and neck.

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She manages to get a shoulder up, which doesn’t deter his attack much. She fights to buck him off or squeeze out from under him, and is able to roll over on to her side. Johnny pushes her down on her stomach and applies a camel clutch.

JON MCDANIEL: Johnny locks in the camel clutch. Marina will have to use all her strength to power out or get to the ropes.

COREY TAYLOR: Speaking of camels, did you get a good look at Marina’s-

JON MCDANIEL: Don’t, just stop saying whatever you were going to say!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey I’m just trying add a little color commentary.

JON MCDANIEL: Adding very little.

The champ attempts to tolerate the pain as she crawls towards the ropes. The crowd seems to be divided, with half encouraging her to fight and half telling her to tap. Some folks, like Corey, don’t know what they want.

JON MCDANIEL: She did it, she reached the ropes. Now Maverick has to break the hold immediately.

COREY TAYLOR: So the match continues. Is there anyway they can both lose?

Johnny breaks, but doesn’t give her much space, punting her in the head.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell? He should be disqualified for that…right?

JON MCDANIEL: Well Johnny is being warned by ref Lance Weston about that. He did break the hold so I guess he followed the rules.

Maverick picks up Marina and applies a side headlock. However, Marina elbows out of it and whips him into the ropes. As he bounces off them, she greets him with a double mule kick, from which she rolls forward into a standing position. She runs to the ropes, jumps onto the second rope, and nails him with a springboard legdrop. She goes for a cover.

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Maverick kicks out. Marina jumps on him and repeatedly hammers his face into the mat. The ref warns her and she instead slaps him in the side of head repeatedly. Johnny grabs her head and slams her face into his shoulder, which breaks it up. Johnny gets up first, runs the ropes, and takes her back down with a crooked arm lariat. He covers…

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She gets a shoulder up. He gets back and runs the ropes again, this time going for THIS IS SPARTA!, which misses. Instead she sidesteps and gets him with a superkick, sending him crashing to the ground.

JON MCDANIEL: Superkick out of nowhere.

COREY TAYLOR: Now she’s channeling that douchebag Chamelion. She’ll rip off anyone.

She goes over to make a cover, but instead changes her mind, deciding to head up to the top rope. She comes down, executing a corkscrew moonsault. She covers…

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Johnny kicks out at the very last second, saving his hopes of regaining the gold. Both competitors are slow to get up. The ref had to start counting, which encourages both wrestlers to get themselves up. They tie up, and Blue get the advantage with an elbow smash to the side of the head. She strikes with knees to the side and chops to the chest and throat. With Johnny on the ropes, she steps back and charges, which causes both of them to fall out and hit the floor. Weston starts counting.

JON MCDANIEL: Both men – er people on the floor. They’re going to get counted out if they don’t get back in.

COREY TAYLOR: Gee wouldn’t that be a shame.

The two of them get up, and Marina grabs Maverick’s head, ramming him into the ringpost. Still, she picks him up and carries him back into the ring, just beating the count.

COREY TAYLOR: Why did she bring him back in? She had the match won!

JON MCDANIEL: Marina doesn’t want to win that way; she wants to get a pin.

COREY TAYLOR: Well she could be making a huge mistake.

Marina attempts to execute a suplex, but Johnny reverses, sending her into the ropes. She comes off, right into an OF,MF! He stands over her fallen body for a moment before going for a cover.

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She gets a shoulder up just in time. Johnny doesn’t think it was in time, and he argues with Weston.

JON MCDANIEL: Well we’ll have to check the replay closely, but I do believe she got her shoulder up just in time. What do you think Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Uh, I wasn’t really paying attention. These guys still going at it?

JON MCDANIEL: God you’re useless.

Marina dropkicks Johnny into the ropes, but misses on the followup. Mav performs a spinning heel kick. Johnny runs off the ropes and perfectly nails the FAILURE to Launch, locking in the crossface. Marina attempts to power out of it , and almost makes it to the ropes. However, she is forced to give in and she taps out.

ERIC EMERSON: The winner of the match, and neeeeew Aggression champion, Johnnnny Maaaaaverick!!

JON MCDANIEL: Well, it was a tough battle, but Johnny Maverick had enough in him to pull off the victory.

COREY

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TAYLOR: Well I hate to say I told you so,…No wait, I love to say I told you so! I told you so, you dumb whore!

Johnny’s celebration is short-lived, as Reaver comes down and gives the new champ a surprise attack. Marina attempts to help out her opponent, but she’s far too weak to do any good, and he kicks her ass too.

COREY TAYLOR: Reaver’s beating down everyone today. They should give him the belt.

JON MCDANIEL: Well I’m sure he’ll be getting another title shot very soon.

Reaver walks off, leaving the competitors bloody and unconscious.

STATIC

Moke, Dragon, and Scottie dance around in women’s underwear, which is a very scary sight. Again, it is obviously heavily editted. Before a picture, that is not editted, shows Scottie Snow pinning Rob Robinson for the PWA World Title.

JON MCDANIEL: We come back from commercial fans and are here for this Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship Title match.

DING DING

J-Kurt and The Dragon step into the ring to start this match off. Collar and elbow, J-Kurt with a fast go behind into a rear waistlock, but Dragon leans forward to send J-Kurt over. J-Kurt in the ropes springing back over Dragon with a flip to land on his feet. J-Kurt with a dropkick sends Dragon into the ropes to bounce back with a running elbow shot aiming to take J-Kurt down. J-Kurt grabs the arm flipping Dragon over to land on his feet.

JON MCDANIEL: Back and forth action from these two stars.

COREY TAYLOR: Well Dragon is a star, J-Kurt is just a fart in the breeze.

Leg sweep from Dragon takes J-Kurt off his feet, but Dragon isn’t finished as he springs to the ropes, back flipping onto J-Kurt for the pin attempt.

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Matthew in to break up the pin from the rapid count of Alec Wilcox, who immediately orders Matthew back to his corner. Dragon drags J-Kurt over to the corner where Moke Doshky is extending his hand for the tag. Moke slaps his own chest to make the sound and steps into the ring. Moke tosses JK into the corner, pounding away with rights and lefts in the corner until JK is in a seating position. Moke rams a knee into his face before lifting the youngest Kurtis brother up to lean in the corner. Moke rams his shoulder into J-Kurt’s midsection and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Matthew is yelling that Moke didn’t make the tag and the crowd is going along with him.

COREY TAYLOR: What are these idiots yelling about? I heard the tag.

JON MCDANIEL: You heard Moke slapping his own chest, he never once touched The Dragon.

Dragon gets the tag back into the ring before climbing up to the top turnbuckle right behind J-Kurt. Dragon leaps to J-Kurt’s shoulders before rolling forward bringing J-Kurt’s head down on the canvas and hooking the legs for another pin.

ONE! TWO! THRE

Matthew back into break up the quick count pin again.

COREY TAYLOR: What cheating tactics from Bluegrass Mafia here!

JON MCDANIEL: Matthew is jjust saving the match, every team does it.

Moke comes into the match again as Alec pushes Matthew towards his corner. Matthew ducks past the referee but Moke steps quickly back through the ropes, grinning and waving sarcastically as Alec turns around to see what Matthew is going after. Matthew looks at Moke before growling like a bear and stepping back towards his corner. As soon as his back is turned Dragon whips JK into the corner and as Moke chokes him behind the ref’s back Moke chops his chest and kicks him in the ribs repeatedly.

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt is in a big time world of hurt and need in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: J-Kurt is usually on the side of need.

J-Kurt tries to shove Dragon off, but Moke has his hands clamped around his neck like a human vice grip and there isn’t much on the shove. Alec turns around and miraculously Moke doesn’t have his hands choking JK anymore instead they are reaching out for a legal tag. Dragon tags the big man in where he immediately begins to pound away on J-Kurt’s ribs with his massive knees and elbows to the face. Moke lifts J-Kurt onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, bringing hiim over into a shoulderbreaker before applying a knee into his shoulder blades and yanking back on his arms. J-Kurt groans in pain and tries to reach for the ropes, but the hold prevents much mobility.

COREY TAYLOR: I heard J-Kurt give up!

JON MCDANIEL: No you didn’t, stop your lying, I swear you are worse than a politician before election day.

J-Kurt tries again to reach for the ropes, but he is too far away. J-Kurt tries to get a foot under him but just as he does Moke releases the hold causing J-Kurt to stumble back from his own momentum. J-Kurt bounces off the ropes throwing an elbow into Dragon’s face before flying forward with the fist cocked and slamming it right into Moke’s mouth.

COREY TAYLOR: Now, what is the point of attacking Dragon there, he isn’t even the legal man!

JON MCDANIEL: To prevent the double team.

Moke stumbles back in surprise, but J-Kurt is using the adrenaline rush. J-Kurt falls to the mat, sweeping Moke’s legs out from under him sending the big man down onto his back. J-Kurt lays there breathing heavily as he looks for his corner. Matthew leans over the corner, his hand extended for the tag. J-Kurt slowly begins the long crawl as he is near Might and Magic’s corner. J-Kurt is half-way there when Matthew leans over with his long reach and J-Kurt launches himself at the hand.

TAG ISN’T MADE!

Dragon leaps in to grab the ankle and prevent the tag! J-Kurt flips over, connecting solidly with Dragon’s skull and his right boot. The force of the kick flips Dragon over onto his back but J-Kurt falls on his back from the exertion of the move. Matthew slaps on the turnbuckle and the crowd is getting behind him taking up the pattern with stomps and claps. Matthew leans down even further, J-Kurt reaches up just fingertips away…

COREY TAYLOR: Moke is back up and heading for J-Kurt! Get hiim Moke!

Moke grabs the ankle, but…

TAG IS MADE!

Matthew comes over the top rope, throwing a big time right hand. Moke reels back, Matthew delivers another right. Moke is in the ropes, but Matthew presses his advantage with another right, he pounds a left into Moke’s ribs before delivering a haymaker that spins Moke around. Matthew with a big boot to Moke’s ass sends him face first into the neutral corner. Moke stumbles back out of the corner, big time clothesline takes Moke down on the canvas. Here comes the Flying Dragon though as he leaps from the top turnbuckle with a scissorskick.

CAUGHT!

Matthew catches The Dragon in mid-scissor.

JON MCDANIEL: What strength!

COREY TAYLOR: Matthew is probably taking some Performance Enhancing Drugs.

Matthew spins around…

BLUEGRASS BOMB!

CENTER OF THE RING!

But Moke is the legal man, not Dragon and Moke is coming back around. Matthew shoves up to his feet as Moke lumbers back into the fight. Matthew ducks under the haymaker of Moke, catching his arm and lifting the big man to show his power. Moke is surprised at Matthew’s strength.

BIG MAN BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!

The ring shakes violently upon Moke and Matthew’s impact with the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: He better not have broken Mr. The Phoenix’s ring.

JON MCDANIEL: All he is thinking right now is winning those Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship belts!

Dragon rolling up to his feet, a bit shaky, but sensing danger. Matthew makes the cover on Moke as Dragon runs for the pin.

JON MCDANIEL: I can’t believe it!

J-Kurt leaps from the top turnbuckle, over the pin, to grab the running Dragon around the head and execute a tornado DDT over half-way across the ring.

ONE!

Alec is hating to have to do this and making sure that Moke’s shoulders are definitely down. Matthew growls at him as Scottie Snow comes flying down the ramp to interfere.

TWO!

J-Kurt with a running leap, launches himself over the top rope to the outside and slams into Scottie Snow hard! Both men go sprawling as Alec once again looks at the shoulders.

THREE!

Silence…

JON MCDANIEL: They did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They… they… they cheated!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEW Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions of the World…. Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis… Bluegrass Mafia 2.0!

Matthew kneels in the center of the ring as Moke rolls out of the ring. J-Kurt slides back into the ring as Moke, The Dragon, and Scottie Snow head back up the ramp. Lyndsey slides into the ring, holding both belts and looking down at her husband and youngest Brother-in-law. Lyndsey lays one belt on J-Kurt’s shoulder before kissing Matthew right on the mouth and placing the other belt on his shoulder. Matthew looks up into Lyndsey’s face and he is smiling from ear to ear. The crowd explodes in cheers for the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 as they are the NEW Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions! From the back comes Chad Kurtis, Warren, Bobby Lee, Johnny Maverick, and… Chris Casino?

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino after his punishment to extract some revenge…

JON MCDANIEL: All of the people are in the ring now and surrounding Jonothan and Matthew.

Lyndsey looks at Chris who steps forward and extends a hand towards Jonothan and Matthew, both hesitantly take the offered hand and shake it. Casino nods and looks behind the group, at the top of the ramp. The Freak and Shut Down stand there, clapping before walking down the ramp as well. Everyone surrounds the new Robinson Tag Team Champs to prevent any destruction to this happy occasion , Freak and Shut Down step into the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What do these two want?

COREY TAYLOR: They are going to attack on Robinson’s orders!

No one knows where The Freak and Shut Down truly stand until they step forward throwing a fist… that turns into a hand shake before they hold up the hand of Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis. The roof nearly explodes with cheers.

Rebel Pro Logo flashes up onto the screen, covering up the Robinson Pro logo.

{fade}

Rampage 10-29-2010

~Backstage Before The Show~

A door opens in the hallway, J-Kurt stepping from the light outside into the lit corridor of the hallway. Two figures step from closed doorways, one very large man and the other a shorter and of smaller build; they surround J-Kurt who is strangely alone.

THE DRAGON: Get him!

J-Kurt turns to duck back out of the door, but Scottie Snow is there, smiling an unusually devilish smile; like the cat caught eating the canary. J-Kurt is surprised that it is not his manager Big Daddy D and he turns back around knowing this isn’t going to be good.

J-Kurt turns back and is completely surrounded by the three men who are not intent on asking him to the company picnic. But from behind the camera comes a very familiar couple of voices.

V/O: I think that the three of you had better just step away before we have a little preemptive fight before our match.

Chad steps into the shot, the three men look like they aren’t worried at all.

V/O: In other words, get the hell away from my little brother before I stick my Kentucky boot up your Pantheon asses!

Matthew Kurtis walks into the shot as The Dragon looks at the two men, then to J-Kurt.

MATTHEW KURTIS: Well Pantheon Scum, we don’t have all day so move all ready.

Scottie opens the door, ducking out as Moke Doshky and Dragon stand in the light from the door.

DRAGON: He was set to be the first casualty, but instead you two have decided to take his sacraficial place. Very well, you will be placed on the alter tonight for all of the fans to see.

LYNDSEY VALENTINE: Bunch of punk ass bastards if you ask me. J, are you alright?

Dragon and Moke duck out of the doorway, allowing it to shut with a clunk. J-Kurt looks to his brothers and sister in law before the camera statics violently blocking out the remainder of the scene.

The show opens with Robinson in the ring. No theme music, no entrance, just him standing in the ring with the Pantheon, looking pissed as the crowd boos like crazy.

Rob Robinson: I try, I try so hard to give all of you ungrateful bumpkins something special. And what do I get? A response like this!

The crowd boos even louder. Robinson has to shout to be heard over the noise.

Rob Robinson: All I want to do it is turn this into a better company that it was, to put on better shows than Rebel Pro ever has in the past, and to show the world what real wrestling is all about. And in return the fans turn on me, the roster turns on me, has the whole goddamn world flipped upside down?

Rob Robinson: First off, for all the fools that hijacked my show last week, I’ve got nothing to say to you. My lawyers are on the case and these aren’t the kind of lawyers the advertise on the back cover of the yellow pages, if you know what I mean. These are real lawyers, expensive lawyers, the kind that will make sure that everything you own will be mine when the case is closed. So everyone that I fired that came back last week? I hope you’re looking forward to living in a cardboard box.

Rob Robinson: Now, let’s talk about the so-called “Show”, Chad Kurtis. Chadly, old boy, you’ve made a dangerous enemy. I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but there was a time when I had some respect for you. You always seemed like the one guy with any integrity in Rebel Pro, but now I see that you’re a piece of shit like the rest of them. You and I aren’t done, Chad, not by a long shot. You’ve made an enemy and I’ll make damn sure you’re going to regret it. How quickly you regret it will depend on your so-called friends from Rebel Pro. Because I’m offering $50,000 dollars to the man that puts you in the hospital. Or woman, just in case Marina Blue wants to cash in on the offer. So you’d best start watching your back because there’s suddenly a whole lot of reasons for someone to want to put you out of commission.

Rob Robinson: Speaking of making enemies, that brings us to the Freak. The Freak just loves to defy me, apparently. First he used a weapon in his match and then he attacks the Pantheon after we’ve just fought a match. What a tough guy. Now here’s the thing. Unlike Chad Kurtis, you actually laid your hands on me and that shit’s not gonna fly. Now I know there’s a whole locker room back there looking to make names for themselves, so the first one to teach you a lesson will get a special bonus, too. Let’s call it a mystery bonus. They can choose cash or what’s in the box. But either way, you’re going to be very, very sorry, Freak.

Rob Robinson: And that leaves me with one more piece of business tonight. Chris Casino, the man who is going to juvenile lengths to annoy me. You and I have some business to discuss and I want to do it face to face, so get your ass out here right now.

‘Smooth’ eases through the speakers and out saunters the one and only, Chris Casino. Casino looks ready for a fight as he’s in his ring gear. Security tightens around the ring as Casino slides inside the ring, asks for and receives a microphone. Casino smirks at his new ‘boss.’

Casino: Well, hey Boss! I can ONLY assume you called me out here to tell me that my next match is for the World Title. Otherwise, I’m afraid I have some more letters to write.

Rob Robinson: So you think you’re so funny? You think you actually deserve a World Title shot? Well let’s see if you can back it up. Next week you get to enjoy one of my favorite punishments, the gauntlet match. One after another, you’ll face Robinson Pro’s finest. We’ll start things off with three opponents and see how you do.

Casino: Three? Mr. Robinson. You sir are obviously high on crack. I don’t care who you think you are, but I don’t jump through hoops for anyone. Least of all you. But you know what? I LIVE to embarrass people like you. So you want to play games with me? Fine. The last few people to toy with my career are long gone so I’m all for whatever you can dish out. You just remember, you’re in MY promotion. MY ring. Better men then you have tried to put me through Hell and so far….They all failed. So do your worst you masked bastard.

The scene cuts backstage where Justin Case is holding and reading a official letter from Robinson Pro.

“Dear Mr. Case,

As you stated to the booking agent over the past week that you did not sign on to wrestle for Robinson Pro, then we have no choice but to terminate your contract as Rebel Pro no longer exists. Unfortunately, we do not care that you did not sign with Robinson Pro as we had no intention of signing you on to wrestle for such a prestigious company with your lackluster ability and terrible work ethic. We here at Robinson Pro do not wish you the best of luck in your future endeavours and ask that you pack immediately and exit Robinson Arena with the quickest of haste.

Officially Not Yours,

Rob Robinson”
JON MCDANIEL: I can’t believe this!

COREY TAYLOR: He really was a hack that just couldn’t here.

JON MCDANIEL: What a turn of events for Chris Casino and now the unemployed Justin Case, a former World Champion here.

COREY TAYLOR: Actually, he was a former two time World Champion in Rebel Pro, he has never been a champion of any kind in Robinson Pro and thanks to that letter…(snicker) he never will be!

- MEGAVISION -

The Pantheon are walking backstage when the Falcon appears in front of them from around a corner. The Phoenix holds up his hand and they stop behind him.

THE PHOENIX: Jacob, just the man I was wanting to see–

THE FALCON: Can it, Robinson. I’m not here to listen to you blow smoke.

THE PHOENIX: Then, I’m assuming you interrupted me during a very busy schedule for a reason?

THE FALCON: I’m here because you and I both know you don’t need enemies. I want to make a deal.

Robinson looks at the Falcon for a moment.

THE PHOENIX: I’m listening.

THE FALCON: I don’t have much of a problem with you taking over this company. I could give a shit what you do with it, either. But I don’t care much for your new rules.

THE PHOENIX: Certain measures needed to be taken in order to make this show the greatest on the planet.

THE FALCON: I don’t care. Following your bull shit rules is impeding on my fun.

Robinson thinks for a moment as he turns and looks at the Pantheon. The Falcon advances on Robinson, and one of the Pantheon steps in front of him. The Falcon holds his ground and stares him down. Robinson looks back at the Falcon.

THE FALCON: Is this guy gonna try to hump my leg?

Robinson calls off the Pantheon member and steps up to the Falcon.

THE PHOENIX: Well, Venar, I’ll admit, I didn’t know much about you before last week. But after our match, and especially now, I think I know everything I need to about you. You’re a man that can tell which way the wind is blowing. I respect that.

THE FALCON: Don’t pretend like you know me, Robinson. I’m insulted at the very idea.

THE PHOENIX: Look, I’m busy and I’m going to cut right to the chase. Tonight you’re facing the Freak, the coward that waited until the Pantheon was tired from a big match to attack us. Normally I’d take care of him myself, but I’ve got a pretty full plate tonight. So if you take care of this little problem for me, I’d be very grateful.

The Falcon thinks for a moment.

THE FALCON: You know, usually I’d not be very excited at the idea of cleaning up your mess or doing your dirty work. However, as long as it means you’ll keep your damn referees off my back, and it means I can draw as much blood from that little bastard as I want, then you’ve got yourself a pretty good deal.

THE PHOENIX: Okay, I can do that. Extreme circumstances call for extreme measures and all that. So for tonight, you can do whatever you need to to put the Freak in his place. You know what? Now that I think about it, I’ll go you one better, Jacob. If you get the job done tonight, by any means necessary, I’ll make sure you get a free pass from the refs as long as you’re under contract.

The Falcon grimaces.

THE FALCON: I’m not just dead sure I want to be a part of your little squad, Robinson. Have you smelled them, lately?

THE PHOENIX: Just make the Freak pay, that’s all I want. Don’t disappoint me, Jacob. Robinson Pro needs to build new stars. I’ll be watching tonight. Impress me.

Robinson and the Pantheon walk past the Falcon. Once past him, the Falcon turns.

THE FALCON: Consider it done, Robinson. But I’m not doing it for you.

Robinson cocks his head around to the Falcon with a smirk as he rounds a corner and disappears into the arena. The camera closes in on the Falcon, upper lip twitching as he sighs deeply, and the segment fades to black.

———-

COREY TAYLOR: And, well… That’s why I stopped ballet dancing.

JON MCDANIEL: Do you ALWAYS have to talk?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m a commentator… Isn’t that my job?

JON MCDANIEL: You’re supposed to call the match, not gross me out!

“BETYETA! BETYETA!”

“This Moment” by Disturbed blares over the PA, and out from the back bounces a very confident, very determined Freak.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring! From Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in a ONE hundred EIGHTY POUNDS! THE FREAK!

JON MCDANIEL: Here comes the Freak! He’s had some strong words for the Falcon this week, it’ll be interesting to see how this transpires!

COREY TAYLOR: Well, he certainly looks fired up, but it’s too bad he’s gonna lose.

The crowd cheers immensely for the Freak as he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Soon, Disturbed dies. And for a moment, everything is silent.

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM.”

12 Stones hits the PA, and the crowd is instantaneous in their boos. The Falcon emerges from the curtain, his eyes glazed over, his expression blank, but he does not avert his eyes from the ring, and the man standing inside it.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring! From British Columbia, Canada, weighing in a TWO hundred FORTY POUNDS! THE FALCON!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes my pick to win, McDaniel!

JON MCDANIEL: The Falcon spoke with Rob Robinson earlier tonight about keeping the referees off his back, and it looked to me like the commissioner was prepared to agree as long as he made the Freak pay for what he did to him last week. This could become a blood bath very quickly.

The Falcon looks up at the crowd with disgust in his blank eyes as he walks, taking his time, to the ring. But FREAK ISN’T GOING TO WAIT FOR HIM! The Freak blindsides the Falcon as he walks to the ring, starts riddling him with punches and kicks as the Falcon tries to cover up from the Rush. The Freak grabs the Falcon by the head and SLAMS it against the guard rail, and the Falcon reels, growling. Freak is still on the offensive, grabs the Falcon by the shoulders as his back is turned, ELBOW to the face from the Falcon stops his momentum dead. The Falcon grabs the Freak by the hair and by his belt and beale tosses him into the guard rail, which falls over, and the Freak spills into the crowd that begins to pelt the Falcon with garbage. The Falcon, suddenly very aggressive, picks up the Freak by the hair and HEADBUTTS him, ignoring the crowd. The Freak’s face paint is smudged by that impact!

JON MCDANIEL: This is quickly becoming very violent… and the match hasn’t even started yet!

COREY TAYLOR: Not until they get to the ring, thanks to Robinson Pro rules. But I like it!

The Falcon’s upper lip twitches as he grabs the Freak and drags him out of the audience. He hits the Freak with a european uppercut that staggers him before irish whipping him to the ring. The Freak rolls in, and the Falcon rolls in behind him. Referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell, and this match is off to a late start! The Falcon picks up a dazed Freak, but the Freak swings a wild arm out of desperation that catches the Falcon’s chin. The Falcon is momentarily stunned, long enough for the Freak to rebound the ropes and hit a HUGE shining wizard that knocks the Falcon against the ropes! The Freak riddles the Falcon with another Rush as he tries to cover up. Referee Alec Wilcox is scolding the Freak, telling him to get away from the ropes, but the Freak ignores him, climbing the middle rope and continually punching the Falcon’s head. Wilcox starts his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

F–

The Freak releases the Falcon as the crowd cheers! The Freak scoffs, shrugging off the referee but HERE COMES THE FALCON SPEARSPEARSPEAR! Freak is LEVELED by a vicious spear, and now the Falcon mounts him, riddling his face with closed fists as Wilcox seems to be distracted by something in the audience. The crowd boos as the Falcon picks up the Freak and irish whips him to the rope, rebounding off the adjacent ropes with a LARIAT! The Falcon gets to his feet quickly and stares at the Freak, wide-eyed, his eyes glazed over and his expression blank.

JON MCDANIEL: Look at those eyes, folks!

COREY TAYLOR: Venar is full of things like HATE! It’s awesome to watch!

The Falcon stalks the Freak, who is slowly getting to his feet. The Falcon crouches, waiting for the Freak, sizing him up… The Freak is up, and THE FALCON SLAPS ON A SLEEPER HOLD! The Freak is flailing, trying to find the ropes, anything to use for support, but he’s fading fast! The Falcon’s upper lips curls with rage as he wrenches back on the hold, keeping the Freak on his feet even when he goes limp. The Falcon yells CHECK HIM and the referee raises the Freak’s hand… it drops…

THE FREAK IS ALIVE. THE FREAK IS ALIVE.

The Freak is flailing again, using the strength from the crowd! The Falcon tries to keep his grip, but the Freak sends a few stiff shots to his midsection and he’s forced to release the hold! The Freak sends another pair of elbows to the Falcon’s face and he hits the mat hard. He holds his face in pain… but he appears to be laughing?

JON MCDANIEL: What the hell?

COREY TAYLOR: The Falcon is LAUGHING. Because you can’t hurt him!

JON MCDANIEL: This is just sick!

The Falcon is on his back! THE FREAK IS ON THE TOP ROPE!

SHOOTING STAR PRESS… CONNECTS!

THE FREAK MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

KICKOUT BY THE FALCON!

The Falcon rolls over, holding his guts, laughing uncontrollably through gritted teeth. The Freak pounds the mat with frustration as the Falcon starts to get to his feet. The Freak grabs the Falcon and irish whips him into the corner, follows him for a splash WHISPER IN THE WIND by the Falcon drops the Freak! The Falcon drags the Freak to his feet, lifts him HIGH IN A MILITARY PRESS… and TOSSES HIM OUT OF THE RING. The Freak spills out in front of the announce table as the Falcon rolls to the outside and starts digging under the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: The Falcon is looking for a weapon! That’s not legal, ref! Disqualify him!

COREY TAYLOR: Hah, Wilcox looks like he’s got better things to worry about…

Indeed he does. Wilcox seems to be testing the turnbuckles for strength as the Falcon comes out from under the ring apron with a steel chair. The Freak is almost back to his feet when CLANG! The Falcon whacks the chair across the Freak’s back! The Freak goes down as the Falcon starts whacking mudholes into him with that chair. The Falcon tosses the almost unrecognizable chair away and grabs the Freak by the collar and belt and BEALE tosses him into the ring steps!

COREY TAYLOR: OOOH! The steps MOVED with that impact!

The Freak’s face is cut open, and blood stains the steps. The Falcon goes after the Freak, FREAK WITH A COUNTER! The Freak knocks the Falcon into the guard rail with a desperation haymaker, but he is tired from those chair shots! This is the opening he needs! The Freak grabs the Falcon and rolls him into the ring and starts to look under the ring. Right where he left it…

A BARBED WIRE BAT.

Wilcox warns the Freak that he will be disqualified, but the Freak isn’t listening.

JON MCDANIEL: NOW do your job, ref. Jeez.

The Freak rolls into the ring, sizes the Falcon up as he rolls to his feet. The wind up! The pitch!

FWHACK! ACROSS THE FACE OF THE FALCON!

The Freak drops the bat with a smirk, and turns to leave the ring. Alec Wilcox turns to signal the end of the match, but his hand is caught… by the Falcon! The Falcon holds his face, blood pouring between his fingers. He turns and looks at the ref, moving his hand away to reveal a few fresh wounds from the barbed wire… And he’s smiling?

JON MCDANIEL: There’s something wrong with that guy.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, for once, I think I can agree with you.

The Falcon looks the ref in the eyes, and slowly shakes his head NO.

JON MCDANIEL: What is he doing?

COREY TAYLOR: It looks like he’s ordering the match to continue, McDaniel!

The Falcon lets go of the ref, who does not call for the bell. Instead he moves between the two competitors to continue the match. The Falcon runs a hand over his bloody face, and holds a now bloody hand in front of his face as he smiles… and suddenly he begins to laugh. The Freak, who has not yet left the ring, turns to see what the Falcon is laughing about… and his eyes widen.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re in trouble now, Freak!

The Freak watches as the Falcon leans down, picks up the barbed wire bat, and TEARS the barbed wire off in one motion. He then takes the barbed wire, and begins to wrap his right arm in it. Blood flows from his arm as he tightens the wrap of the wire around his arm and between his fingers, laughing through gritted teeth at the Freak. The Falcon finishes wrapping his arm in barbed wire, and then the Freak is quick on the offensive, trying to maintain the upper hand! The Falcon STOPS his momentum with a quick shot to the chin with the barbed wire and now the Freak’s chin is busted open! The Falcon sends a couple more shots to the midsection, but the Freak fights back in kind, absorbing the sharp blows wounding his midsection! The Freak hits the Falcon with a few STIFF MMA-style shots to the head that stagger him as he smiles, and the Freak hits the ropes!

ANY. GIVEN. MOMENT.

THE FALCON COUNTERS! The Falcon catches the Freak’s leg and hits him with a modified one-legged POWERBOMB that flattens him! The Falcon isn’t covering! He picks him up, BOOTS him in the gut, doubling him over, and shoves his head under his arm! HOOKS THE LEG!

WING CLIPPER!

JON MCDANIEL: OH MY GOD! Did you SEE that?!

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak’s neck must be BROKEN from that impact! It’s GOTTA be over!

The Freak slumps to the mat, seemingly out cold, but the Falcon STILL isn’t covering! Instead he locks on a VICIOUS Clutch! The guillotine choke is too much for the Freak after that Wing Clipper, especially with the BARBED WIRE digging into his neck, and he has no choice but to tap out!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your WINNER! THE FALCON!

The bell rings, but the Falcon isn’t releasing the hold, that barbed wire sinking deeper into his flesh! The ref calls for the bell a second time, but the Falcon isn’t relenting! The crowd BOOS for all they’re worth, as the Falcon finally relents, his own blood mixing with the Freak’s, the barbed wire stained, sinking deep in the Falcon’s arm. The Falcon tears the barbed wire off his arm, tearing it up horribly, much of the crowd beginning to lose their lunches or pass out because of the gore. The Falcon stands over the Freak, breathing heavily, staring wide-eyed at the Freak with his eyes glazed over. And at the top of the aisle, watching it all, is Rob Robinson.

Rob Robinson is back in the ring. Without his mask, we can easily see him grinning from ear to ear.

Rob Robinson: Alright, so maybe earlier I was in a bit of a bad mood. But I want all my Robinson Pro fans and employees to know I still love them. That’s why I’m giving you a gift, right here, tonight. Ever since I bought this company, people have been speculating that there’s some deeper PWA conspiracy at work, something that couldn’t be further from the truth. But that speculation led to a lot of the Robinson Pro wrestlers going on and on about how much better they are than their PWA counterparts.

Rob Robinson: So where is this all leading? I’m giving the Robinson Pro roster a chance to put up or shut up. In three weeks time, I’ll lead a team of Robinson Pro wrestlers against a team of PWA guys in an elimination match. I’ll name the rest of the members of Team Robinson Pro next week, but until then I want the entire roster to think about one thing. Putting aside your personal feelings about me and the end of Rebel Pro, think about this: Are you going to make good on your threats and show the world that you’re better than the PWA or will you lay down and let the PWA roll over you? Yeah, you’ll embarrass me and my company, but more importantly than that, you’ll show that you’re afraid of the PWA.

Rob Robinson: So there it is. Chris Casino, the Bluegrass Mafia, the Freak, and all the rest what’s it gonna be? Are you all talk or will we show the PWA that Robinson Pro has the toughest SOBs on the planet on our roster?

The BGM remix of “My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots is heard as the Bluegrass Mafia of “the Show” Chad Kurtis, “the Bluegrass BadAss” Matthew Kurtis, and Lyndsey Valentine lead their group consisting of Will Zaluki, Chedpac, and Axl to the ring as the crowd goes wild. The group are all wearing either Rebel Pro t-shirts or the originals designed to harass and irritate Larry Gordon or Rob Robinson. The group gets to ringside and, after Matt gets a couple for microphones from ringside, they all climb into the ring. Matt hands over a mic over to Chad.

CHAD: Hello Rebel Pro fans. Here we are again to irritate, aggravate, and in general piss off Rob Robinson and his lackeys. Now we’ll really make them all mad here shortly when Big Matt and myself embarrass their tag team champions Might and Magic here in a few minutes.

MATTHEW: Wait a minute, Chad. You know maybe we should just boycott this because some people claim that wrestling our match is us doing “just what Rob Robinson tells us to do”.

CHAD: Is that right?

CHEDPAC: That’s right, mate. The Freak claims that all we was give a lot of lip service about how we were against Robinson’s take-over of Rebel Pro but then you did “just what you told to do” by actually trying to win the match and the Aggression Championship last week.

CHAD: Well that’s stupid. Please tell me you weren’t serious about what you said Matt about boycotting the match, Matt. I mean what do we care about the opinions of a man who seems to be playing both sides. I mean seriously does he expect anybody to trust him and Shutdown or care what they have to say about anything?

MATTHEW: Of course I didn’t serious mean we should boycott the match. I mean I love a good fight too bad we won’t get one this week from Might and Magic but supposedly their the best of the Robinson Pro tag teams.

CHAD: Sadly that’s true but they’re who we have to fight even if they or Robbie are too scared to even put their titles on the line. I mean I can’t blame Robbie for that, just imagine how embarrassing it would be for his handpicked tag teams to lose the titles after only one week.

LYNDSEY: You know guys, the tag team of the Dark Market which was in Rebel a while back has come back and our already talking trash about how all of us that were already here in Rebel could have allowed Robinson and his PWA rejects to take over.

MATTHEW: Oh they are? Well as far as I know and since I was here the whole time that Robbie was stealing the company I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about. That Chad and me fought his guys and warned everyone what was going to happen if we didn’t step to stop it. But all that struggle was hit with a huge setback when Gordon sold-out to Robinson. So the Dark Market can just shut-up about things they have no idea about. Besides that if they’re so pro Rebel why are they returning now, after Robinson buys the promotion?

CHAD: That is a good question, Matt. But let’s not get sidetracked, we have too many people in Robinson Pro that should be helping us following their own agendas, stating that they are indifference to whole situation, or plain M.I.A right now. That’s right I’m talking about the Freakshow where ever they actually stand, Jacob Venar the heartless coward who won‘t pick a side, and the two most glaring M.I.A.’s Chris Casino and J.T. Whiplash.
Like I said earlier if the heart and soul of Rebel Pro is to survive we can’t just bend over for Robinson Pro. So everybody needs to decide where they stand and do it now. What’s that?

As the BGM and friends look toward the ramp, “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake is heard throughout the Robinson Arena as J-Kurt makes his way to the ring to a mix of cheers and a few boos still. He gets to the ring and asks for a mic and Matt hesitantly gives him one.

J-KURT: I know you surprised to see me out here and to tell the truth earlier this evening coming out here with my brothers was the last thing on my mind. But it’s little Chad said the time for sitting on the fence is over and that combined with the Pantheon’s little attempt at intimidation made my choice for me. So I’m here to join the Rebel Pro loyalists. I’m also here to make the Pantheon eat their words, you last week the remark was made that even Scottie Snow could beat the best Rebel has to offer. So I think Scottie should prove it. Now I may not be the best that Rebel Pro has to offer but I’m no slouch either, so I’m challenging Snow or any member of the Pantheon to a match next week.

CHAD: Well it’s good to add another member to the resistance especially one with the talent of J-Kurt. So I guess that wraps it up for now and it’s time that for me and Matt to beat and humiliate Might and Magic. So the only thing left to say is hey Robinson, come try and kick our Rebel asses!

J-Kurt nods and heads back up the ramp, a look of anger on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: Where is that traitor J-Kurt going?

JON MCDANIEL: He looks like he is looking for something… or someone.

~Backstage~

The following airs on Robinson-Pro.com and on the Durham TV 8 channel, but is surprisingly held off Megavision. We’re seeing the locker-room of J-Kurt and he’s talking with his manager Big Daddy D.

J-KURT: Where the Hell did you slink off to when I was surrounded by the Pantheon?

BIG DADDY: Well…you…know that I had to get Mandi, Brandi, and Candi to safety in case Robinson and his friends decided to attack you or something.

J-KURT: So what you’re saying, Big Daddy, is that instead of sticking by my side in case I was jumped you ran to the locker-room with the three air-headed bimbos I let you surround me with is that what you’re telling me?

BIG DADDY: Well when you put it that way, it sounds bad. But hey you’re fine I mean your brothers and your sister-in-law helped you out.

J-KURT: Your right my brothers and Lyndsey came to side by me in case I needed help and my loyal stable didn’t. Maybe I should have listened to Chedpac when he walked out on us. Maybe I need to decide which side of the Robinson Pro and Rebel loyalists battle I want to be on.

BIG DADDY: Wait, wait, wait…we have a plan.

J-KURT: A plan? Oh yeah sit back and wait is that you’re plan? Brilliant, to be Switzerland in the battle being waged. To be indifferent and show no heart like Jacob Venar. That’s not working for me, Big Daddy. You want to cower in the background while there’s a fight for the very heart and soul of this promotion, you do that but I’m picking a side and taking a stand. Starting right now.

BIG DADDY: Listen I don’t think that’s a good idea, J, I mean you hired me because I’m one of the sharpest wrestling minds in the world.

J-KURT: You’re right, Big Daddy, you are pretty smart. So maybe you can answer a question for me before I go down to the ring.

BIG DADDY: Sure anything.

J-KURT: Alright what does F-I-R-E-D spell?

BIG DADDY: F-I-R-E-D? Fired! You’re firing me you ingrate?

J-KURT: Yeah and one more thing, you want the three bimbos you can have them. By the way here’s your severance package

J-Kurt superkicks Big Daddy, knocking him out, as he leaves the locker-room and heads to the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: We are back from that backstage altercation and this match is fixing to start.

DING DING

Matthew and Moke are starting off this match with a test of strength, neither man getting the advantage here.

JON MCDANIEL: It isn’t every day that Moke’s power is matched.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but I’ve got my suspicions that Matthew is on steroids.

Moke boots Matthew right in the gut, stopping the test, but he powers on with another boot to the midsection. Moke with a knee lift into Matthew’s face rocks him nearly vertical. Moke with a clothesline nearly topples Matthew over the top, but he comes back with a right hand of his own. Moke is rocked, Matthew with a second right rocking Moke again. Matthew’s third right hand nearly sends Moke toppling over like the huge building that he is and his fourth surely would… but Alec Wilcox is there to say that Matthew’s fists are illegal. Matthew turns his head to Alec to indicate that he is using legal palm strikes, but Moke’s running knee sends him breathless into the corner. Moke with a big time body splash squashes Matthew in the corner and The Bluegrass Bad Ass stumbles out. Moke with a running knee off the ropes sends Matthew down to the canvas. Moke grabs a leg and drags Matthew over to the corner where he tags his long time partner, The Dragon, into the match. Moke throws Matthew into the corner, where Dragon unleashes kick after vicious kick to Matthew’s ribs; both left and right. Matthew tries to cover up but Moke holds his arms out of the way with an obvious cheat.

JON MCDANIEL: Now, this isn’t fair!

COREY TAYLOR: But the referee, the grand and very knowledgeable Alec Wilcox must believe it to be fair.

Here comes Chad into the match, going to help his brother out, but Referee Alec Wilcox intercepts him mid-ring to order him back into his corner. Moke comes out pounding down on Matthew’s ribs as Dragon delivers knees into the same spot as him and Moke alternate their knee and elbow rib punishment of Matthew. Chad gets back through the ropes, beginning to get extremely frustrated as Alec turns to see Moke standing in his place on the ring apron.

JON MCDANIEL: Just like in the PWA when Robinson is around, something smells fishy.

COREY TAYLOR: Over there it is usually Riona, over here it is Marina Blue.

Dragon shoves Matthew back up into the corner before climbing up and mounting him with what is obvious fisted right hands into the side of his neck and head.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOU… Matthew lifts Dragon up in a feat of ring awareness, slamming him down with a stunning powerbomb!

JON MCDANIEL: Matthew makes the cover!

ONE!

Here comes Moke as Alec makes a very slow count, checking repeatedly if the shoulders are down still.

TWO!

Here comes Chad to intercept Moke, but Alec gets up to stop Chad instead, infuriating The Show even more. Moke stomps down on the back of Matthew’s head before lifting him up rolling him over and pulling Dragon on top of him. Moke yells to Alec who spins around to find Moke back on the apron and Dragon pinning Matthew!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE

Chad in to break up t his pin. Moke comes in to help Alec force Chad back to his corner, but Chad leaps over Alec Wilcox, driving both feet right into Moke’s face sending him stumbling and toppling over the top rope. Chad doesn’t hesitate as he runs and leaps over the top rope with a diving plancha onto Moke, making sure to slam his face into the concrete just a bit harder than is necessary. Chad gets up and the crowd is cheering wildly for Chad. The Show slides back into the ring, ducking past The Dragon delivering him a side kick staggering him into the ropes before stepping back through the ropes. The Dragon looks after Chad, just staring him down, anger and disgust in his body language.

JON MCDANIEL: The Show taking it to the opposition here.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, cheating you mean.

On the outside of the ring, Moke is getting back up, holding at his face and a vacant expression on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: Uh oh…

JON MCDANIEL: I think Mokeangelo has returned…

Dragon turns around as he hears a “Mokeabunga!” Matthew releases a spear that flips Dragon over his shoulder to land on his ass behind Matthew. Dragon sits there and tries for a second to figure out what kind of truck just hit him and exactly how fast it was going before falling to lay on his back.

JON MCDANIEL: DAMN! What! A! Spear!

Matthew into the ropes, up with a leg drop across Dragon’s throat before he lifts Dragon up. Irish whip sends Dragon into the corner where Chad has his hand extended. Dragon still out of it as he is just propping in the corner. Matthew tags Chad into the match. Chad leaps over the top rope and into the ring. Spinning heel kick to Dragon’s face before planting himself and delivering a roundhouse kick to the other side of Dragon’s skull. Dragon is in a world of hurt and quickly in this match. Moke gets up onto the ring apron and steps into the ring, and this is totally ignored by Alec Wilcox. Moke comes charging in towards the corner!

MOKE! A! BUNGA!”

Chad falls down, Moke squashes his tag team partner in the corner and is distraut! Chad tags in Matthew quickly and the other big man comes into the ring by stepping over the top rope. Matthew with a clothesline backs the big man up into the center of the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: This is what I mean, Matthew is taking advantage of the distraught Moke Doshky.

JON MCDANIEL: Moke put himself into the ring, Matthew was tagged in.

COREY TAYLOR: Then Matthew needs to wrestle The Dragon, not pick on Moke.

JON MCDANIEL: With Moke’s size, I don’t think anyone picks on him.

COREY TAYLOR: You just did by calling him fat.

Matthew with another right hand has Moke in the corner. Running big boot sends him over the top to land on his head on the outside. Matthew turns around. Dragon is flying through the air.

CAUGHT!

Matthew with a British Bulldog running powerslam before bouncing off the ropes, tagging in Chad, and hitting the far ropes. Chad springs into the air off the top rope as Matthew delivers a leg drop Chad comes down with a front flip into a pin.

ONE!

Alec checks the shoulders as Matthew rolls out of the ringonto the apron. Alec once again checks the shoulder a good ten seconds later.

TWO!

Alec looks around and Moke is climbing back onto the ring apron. Alec checks the shoulder as everyone is encouraging him to count. Alec coughs into his hand before slowly, ever so slowly bringing it down for the three.

THRE

Dragon kicks out with some authority now.

JON MCDANIEL: It took him a minute and a half to count to two!

COREY TAYLOR: There you go making fun of Moke again.

JON MCDANIEL: I’m talking about…

COREY TAYLOR: Even though they are hicks, inbreds, and probably more things that I care not to mention, Chad and Matthew can count; who are we to make fun of them because it takes them so long.

JON MCDANIEL: I’m talking about Alec Wilcox!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes, grand referee isn’t he.

Chad gets back up, right into Alec’s face about the painfully slow count. Dragon rolls him up from behind. Moke rushes in to take on Matthew.

ONE!
TWO!
THR

Chad manages to kick out, but the two mastadons collide in the center of the ring. Chad rolls up to his feet, ducking a kick from Dragon to spin around and kick him in the back of the knee. Dragon goes down on one knee. Chad off the ropes.

SHINING WIZARD!

Dragon is out, the two mastadons are still trading clubs in the Might and Magic corner, and Alec Wilcox watches them go at it. Chad lifts Dragon up, lifting him for the CK Finale!

UP and DOWN!

COREY TAYLOR: Chad stole that move from Mr. The Phoenix.

JON MCDANIEL: Who… is… that?

COREY TAYLOR: Only the most prolific wrestler to ever step foot into a ring.

A hand comes up from under the ring holding down Dragon’s ankles as Alec watches on. Chad yells at him as Matthew and Moke go over the top rope to the outside with their fists still flying.

ONE!

Again with the shananagans as Alec is very…. veeeeeery slow to count double checking the shoulders.

TWO!

Another slow and extremely close check of the shoulders as Scottie Snow runs down to the ring!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Scottie!

J-Kurt out of nowhere with a kick to Scottie’s ribs doubling him over. J-Kurt is on Snow like… white on rice keeping him from getting into the ring! The hand still holds the ankle of The Dragon as Alec has no choice but to count.

THREE!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Chad and Matthew Kurtis… The Original Bluegrass Mafia!

COREY TAYLOR: I call mismatch! They cheated, someone was holding Dragon’s ankle.

JON MCDANIEL: I don’t think anyone was kicking out of the CK Finale anyways.

The hand slips back under the ring but not before it lifts the apron to show the smiling face of The Freak.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is your main event of the evening and is for the Robinson Pro(boooo) Aggression Championship…

“Duel of the Fates” is in the speakers and Reaver is in the arena at the top of the entrance ramp to a large amount of booing.

ERIC EMERSON: From Asaka Japan, he stands at five feet nine inches while weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds… REAVER!

Reaver steps into the ring and through the ropes ready for his first title oppurtunity here in Robinson Pro.

“Slip It In” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a big ovation from the crowd is the lone Champion from the days of Rebel Pro…

ERIC EMERSON: From North Hollywood, California; she stands at five feet three inches and weighs one hundred twenty-three pounds… she is the Aggression Champion… MARINA BLUE!

Marina is immediately in the ring as the ramp actually touches the ring it is so close.

DING DING

JON MCDANIEL: Here we go with the main event of the evening fans and it promises to be a great match.

COREY TAYLOR: Especially now with no more hardcore shananagans.

Collar and elbow, but Reaver quickly with a go behind into a hammerlock. Marina with a duck and twist is behind Reaver with a rear waistlock, but Reaver quickly into the ropes, to leap up and flip over Marina in a fantastic show of agility. Marina spins around to find Reaver’s boot heading right towards her mouth thanks to a Reaver spinning heel kick. Marina ducks grabbing the foot and spinning him the opposite way. Reaver spins back around, standing dropkick from Blue sends Reaver onto the canvas. Marina leaps over her fallen opponent, leaping to the top rope, back flipping with a springboard moonsault onto Reaver.

JON MCDANIEL: What athleticism in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, she can definitely move her body. (he snickers)

Marina lands on Reaver’s upturned knees, sending her rolling over clutching at her midsection. Reaver kips up to his feet, sending his boot right into Marina’s back and she goes face down on the canvas. Reaver up to the top turnbuckle from the canvas in a tremendous leap, he back

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JON MCDANIEL: She’s gonna fly!

COREY TAYLOR: Over the top!

Reaver gets up, his back to the ring. Marina launches herself over the top, catching Reaver as she comes down with a bulldog.

JON MCDANIEL: She drove his face right through our table!

Splinters fly up everywhere as the sold out crowd of twenty jump to their feet for the hardcore that is legal as it accidentally happened. Marina rolls Reaver up to his feet and into the ring as Lance Weston gives his single warning. Marina shouts something up to him before she leaps up to the apron. Marina up to the top rope and perching there as Reaver finds his bearings in the ring. Marina with a leap catches Reaver with a flying head scissors and spins her body around flipping Reaver inside out to land back in the very center of the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Wow, what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: So you think your PWA guys are the only ones with athleticism?

JON MCDANIEL: I never said that.

Marina up, signaling to the crowd to get them pumped up, but the little hardcore action has done that. Marina pulls Reaver up, but he nails her in the midsection with a fist, extending his knuckles slightly. Reaver shoves up to his feet, nailing Marina with a fist to shove her back into the corner. Reaver mounts her in the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Reaver with a monkey flip sends Marina across the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Reaver showing this harlet who is boss.

JON MCDANIEL: I thought Mr. Robinson liked her.

COREY TAYLOR: Um…. I said Champion woman.

JON MCDANIEL: Riiiiiiiight.

Fist drop on the throat, but Lance Weston is there to warn him of the closed fist. Reaver looks over to Weston before bringing Marina up to a kneeling position. Knee strike to the side of her head before spinning around and delivering the heel of his boot right to her temple. However, Reaver keeps her in a kneeling position and delivers another series of knee strikes to her temple and causes her eyes to roll up into the back of her head. Reaver pulls her up to a vertical position, applying a bear hug. Reaver lifts her up into the air.

JON MCDANIEL: Marina with a counter into a small package!

COREY TAYLOR: Lance didn’t see the knee into Reaver’s groin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIIL Robinson Pro Aggression Champion… Marina Blue!

JON MCDANIEL: Marina Blue retains here tonight, but Reaver put up a great fight.

COREY TAYLOR: Well,… well… I can’t think of anything at all.

The show quickly cuts backstage to see a strange man, that sort of looks familiar to some fans of wrestling sliding something under the BGM locker Room door. The camera zooms down to show the writing on the envelope.

“Do Not Open. Top Secret!”