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A man sits in a dark area, the sound echoing horribly as he clicks away on a keyboard, the screen in front of him showing lines of code that make no sense to anyone else, but do to him. He hits “Enter” on the laptop’s keyboard and the screen’s light shows a smile of triumph on his face. Picking up a cell phone, he hits a button.

MAN:(whispering) First one is a go.”

Sliding a mouse over to a file, he presses the left mouse button.

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 bzzzzzt

There’s static on the screen and when it clears up the Rebel Pro logo is seen, much to the fans delight, the logo fades after several seconds. Revealed as the logo vanishes are the recently fired Chet Whettleson and Jenny Jersey, they are wearing about the

same thing jeans and Rebel Pro t-shirts (or baby-doll tee in Jenny’s case). They look into the camera

CHET: You know Jenny, I really wish we could see Rob Robinson’s face right now.

JENNY: Me too, Chet. I mean after all he fired us last week but here we are on “Robinson Pro”…yeeeeeeckkkkkk…television again.

CHET: But I guess Robinson is wondering why we’re back taking up his precious time. It’s simple really we and some other friends you’ll hear from later are here to educate Mr. Robinson and his cronies on a few words they might not know.

JENNY: That’s right Chet and here’s the first word they need to know. That word is passion and I’ll Chet read from Webster’s Dictionary the meanings of the word passion or at least the ones that Robinson Pro needs to know.

CHET: Thanks Jenny. Are you listening Robinson? I hope so. Here goes and I quote “passion-noun 1. any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, such as
love or hate. 2. a strong or extravagant fondness, enthusiasm, or
desire for anything: a passion for wrestling.” Rebel Pro had passion! Does Robinson Pro?

JENNY: I doubt they do Chet. Ready with the second word of the night Chet?

CHET: Yes I am, Jenny and that word is Dedication. Once again I quote Mr. Webster, “dedication – noun. The state of being dedicated: Our dedication to Rebel Pro is so great that we have time for little else. “ Is Robinson Pro that dedicated, Jenny?

JENNY: You’re kidding right? Of course they’re not Chet. Well that ends our part of Robinson’s education for now so bye-bye for now Robbie.

The Rebel Pro Logo fills the screen until… bzzzzzt
fades away and we’re in the arena, the camera sweeps around to show off the new set and settles on the announce table.

JON MCDANIEL: That is not going to make

Rob a happy camper.

COREY TAYLOR: What an idiot, he will be prosecuted! He should be prosecuted! He will be prosecuted!

“Smooth” hits up into the speakers as from the back, to the booing of the sold out twenty person show is… Chris Casino.

ERIC EMERSON: From Las Vegas, Nevada; he stands at five feet eleven inches while weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds…. CHRIS CASINO!

Casino steps down the ramp and immediately into the ring as there isn’t any room between the bottom of the ramp and ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Nevertheless, we have a match to call here.

“My Michelle” hits up into the speakers as from the back, rushing down to the ring comes Marcus Marion, escorted by Nicole Rhodes.

ERIC EMERSON: From Atlanta, Georgia; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing two hundred and thirty-three pounds… MARCUS MARION!

Marion steps into the ring, glaring at Chris Casino, there is definitely no love lost with these two men. Referee Alec Wilcox is checking both men for weapons while explaining the rules.

MARION ATTACKS!

Marion with a vicious right palm strike rocks Casino back before locking in a side headlock. Casino shoves him into the ropes, but Marion holds on to the hold, slamming an elbow into the back of Casino’s neck.

JON MCDANIEL: What a shot there!

COREY TAYLOR: Marion starting the match early, perhaps he may be superstar enough to wear the Robinson Pro title… one day, after Mr. Phoenix retires.

Casino lifts up with a spinning suplex, but Marion brings his weight back down, dropping to his knees to prevent another attempt at breaking the hold. Casino reaches the ropes anyways, the hold is broken immediately to prevent disqualification. Marion backs up, CAsino pulling himself up, but Marion is back on the attack.

JUMPING DDT!

Casino is out on the canvas; Marion makes for a cover attempt, but quickly backs off smiling. Marion choosing to come down with boot scrapes to Casino’s face before stomping down on his face. Casino rolls out of the way of the third stomp, shoving up and forward into Marion’s midsection sending him down to the mat. Casino back up, dropping a quick leg drop across his throat before rolling back up to his feet and pulling Marcus up with him.

JON MCDANIEL: Quick exchange from these two.

COREY TAYLOR: If Mr. Phoenix was watching this, he could possibly see two future Robinson Pro Champions.

Casino with a side headlock of his own, but Marion with a quick succession of elbows breaks the hold. Casino slams a knee into Marion’s face before launching him off the ropes. Marion bounces back into a snap powerslam onto the canvas. Casino looks at the capacity crowd of twenty people and is disgusted at what Rebel Pro has become.

JON MCDANIEL: I think Casino is disgusted that Phoenix’s stage is taking up most of the seating capacity.

COREY TAYLOR: But Mr. Phoenix has to have a grand entrance stage.

Casino pulls Marion up to his feet, Marcus delivers a shot to the midsection. Casino doubles over, Marion with a swinging neckbreaker takes him down to the mat. Marcus up, dropping back down with an elbow to Chris’ left knee before dropping a second, and ending with a devastating stomp to the same knee. Marion gives a “WOOOOOOOO” to the crowd, just to show that he is possibly better than Ric Flair before locking on a figure four leglock in the very center of the ring. Casino immediately begins to try and turn this submission move over and cause Marion major pain, but Marcus prevents this at every turn. Casino sits up, Marion does the same. Casino with a right, Marion with a right, Casino, Marion, Casino, Casino and he takes this time to flip the move over. Marion grunts in pain but somehow Casino has prevented the move from being broken and Marion is forced to reach out for the ropes that are so near, yet so far away. Marion reaches out… an inch away.

JON MCDANIEL: Marion forced to reach for the ropes now.

COREY TAYLOR: He’ll never submit.

Marion grits his teeth and digs for the rope… half an inch.

COREY TAYLOR: So close Jon.

Marion grunts and shoves himself forward…

HE’S GOT THE ROPE!

Casino breaks the hold, not wanting to lose on a DQ. Casino rolls up to his feet, but Marion is pulling himself up. Casino rushes over, knee into the ribs, but Marion fights back with a solid right backing Casino up. Casino fires another right, Marion with a swinging deep arm drag has Casino near center ring. Casino reaches a foot out, he’s in the bottom rope before any more damage can be done. Marion up, wincing as he places his foot down, but Casino is in the same boat. Marion charges in, Casino drops down, sending Marion face first into the top turnbuckle.

JON MCDANIEL: What a counter by Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: He is a grand wrestler in his own right.

Marion bounces back off the turnbuckle, German Suplex sends Marion crashing down on his head. Casino up, with an arm grapevine. Marion reaches up, pulling the hair of Casino and drawing a warning from Alec Wilcox, but his goal was reached as Casino drops the hold. Marion up to his feet, knife edge chop to Casino. But Casino fires back with one of his own. Chop from Marion, chop from Casino, Marion, Casino, Marion, Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: Their chests are getting redder than a T-Bone Steak!

JON MCDANIEL: But neither man willing to stop!

Nicole distracts Alec with a glimpse of her leg, allowing Marion to rake his fingers down Casino’s face. However, Casino, a master of deception, closed his eye lids and delivers a face rake of his own! Marion stumbles back, Nicole is confused, but Casino delivers Marion to the canvas with a short arm clothesline. Chris leans over yelling at Marion before stomping down on his knee. Marion with a throat thrust backs Casino into the ropes where he clutches at his throat. Marion rolls up, sending Casino over the top rope to the outside. Marion doesn’t wait as he launches himself over the top with a dive splatting Casino like a bug.

COREY TAYLOR: A very versatile athlete is Marcus Marion.

JON MCDANIEL: Very talented as well.

Marion, with a smirk, rolls Casino back into the ring before following in himself. Marion back up to his feet, locks Chris’ left leg around his own leg and falls back onto the ropes using the bouncing to cause jarring pain into Casino’s injured left knee. Casino rolls into the hold, bringing down Marion right as he bounces forward.

SMALL PACKAGE!

ONE!

TWO!

Thre

NO! Marion rolls over himself into a pin on Casino!

ONE!

TWO!

THR

NO!

The pin is broken with both men shoving themselves up. Double clothesline sends them both down, but Marion is a bit quicker in getting back up to his feet. Marion rushes over, Casino with a snap bridging suplex, but Marion’s free foot is in the ropes and no pin can take place. Casino rolls over to his feet, where Marion promptly slaps the taste right out of his mouth. Casino’s head slings to the right a trail of spit following it. Casino stumbles to the right, Marion with a kick into his left knee for good masure before bringing Casino back around. Marion with a second, although just as vicious, slap sends Casino spinning around. Chris with a clothesline attempt!

COREY TAYLOR: How did Marion turn that clothesline attempt into a knee breaker?!

JON MCDANIEL: I’m… not… really… sure…

Chris holds at his left knee, but Marion is on the attack with an elbow drop right onto the front of the knee. Marion up again with stomps to the kneecap, doing his best to prevent Casino from ever walking again. Casino sits up, shoving Marion into the corner, but “The Blonde” just laughs as he rushes back from the corner. Casino with a cradle suplex rolls over and is off the ropes quickly delivering a leg drop.

NO ONE THERE!

Chris holds at his left leg, that miss could not have felt good. Chris bounces up to his feet though, Marion grabs the left ankle pulling Chris’ ankle up with him.

DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP!

Casino is down and Marion is smelling blood!

JON MCDANIEL: How can The Phoenix say Marion isn’t worthy to hold the belt?

COREY TAYLOR: Because Marcus Marion, good as he is, is no Mr. Phoenix.

Marion lifts the ankle up, stomping down on the knee once, twice, three, four times! Casino rolls into the pain, slamming a boot into Marion’s midsection shoving him into the corner again. Casino is up, as quickly as he can be, and here comes Marion!

BANKRUPT!

COUNTERED!

Marion ducks and twists around the move, countering it.

COREY TAYLOR: The Revolutionary Thrill!

Marion falls on Casino, hooking the injured leg for more pain on Casino as he makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Marcus Marion!

Marion shoves Casino out of the ring where he lays until a Commercial for Yoo Hoo fills the screen.

Bzzzzzzzt

There’s static on the screen again and when it clears up once again we see the Rebel Pro logo is seen and again the logo fades after several seconds. Revealed this time as the logo vanishes are the recently fired Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone, they are wearing jeans and their Rebel Pro referee shirts . They look into the camera…

JIMMY: I have to say Alan, that like our two friends from earlier. I wish we could see Rob Robinson’s face At us being on his program even taped right now.

ALAN: Yeah me too. Chet. He must hate all of us fired Rebel Pro guys showing up on the Robinson Pro Show.

JIMMY: But I guess we should just do our job here and teach Robinson the next two words he needs to know. So let’s get started with our first word which is integrity. If you have Chet’s dictionary I let you take over here Alan.

ALAN: Well according to this integrity means “adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.” Well I guess we all know where Robinson stands on integrity. Here take this Jimmy and you can do the second word.

JIMMY: No problem, Alan. The next word is “loyalty noun, plural -ties.
1. the state or quality of being loyal; faithfulness to commitments or obligations.
2. faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc.
3. an example or instance of faithfulness, adherence, or the like: a man with fierce loyalties.” Do you think that Robinson Pro superstars will be as loyal as Rebel Pro superstars?

ALAN: Sure unless the checks start bouncing. They’ll be as loyal as any hired guns ever are.

JIMMY: You’re probably right. Well that wraps up our part of the education of Rob Robinson.

ALAN: Yeah so see everyone later.

The Rebel Pro Logo comes back on the screen until it becomes all static again and eventually fades back into the show.

Back from the interference and with the match between Marion and Casino having come to an end, Marcus Marion, with labored breathing, leans over the top rope – calling outside for a live mic. The Bad Girl, ever the enthusiasts, hands blondie the microphone.

MARCUS MARION: So, “Robinson Pro”, THIS is the best that you can toss my way?

The camera pans to Chris Casino, seen making his exit to the back.

Suddenly Marion is interuptted by a voice over the loud speaker.

Voice: So blind, Marcus…so blind that you can’t see what is coming…can you?

Suddenly the lights cut off for a few seconds. When they cut back on, standing in the ring is all 7 feet 300 pounds of monster that they call DEACON FROST.

MARCUS MARION: Step aside…

Marion begins to walk past Frost, however, he doesn’t budge one inch – stonewalling Marion in the ring.

MARCUS MARION: Oh, for Petes sake, get OUT of the way!

Frost just stares coldly at the arrogant blonde.

Frost: You are so used to pushing your way through people. Heh, this time you are up against someone who won’t move so easily. You want me out your way champ…

Frost smiles.

Frost: Move me!!

Just then, the lights cut off. And after a few moments that feel like an eternity, the lights flicker back on. We see Frost laid out on the ground, with Marion standing over him with a steel chair.

MARCUS MARION: (Whispering in Frost’s ear) You aren’t THAT smart old man – keep your head on a swivel.

At that, Nicole giggles to herself, loving the carnage in the ring. Marion throws the mic violently to the outside, then he and Nicole make their exits.

Bzzzzzzt

Yet again there’s static on the screen and when the previous process of logos and fades is repeated for a third time revealed as the logo vanishes is Rob Martinez and he is dressed down for him, wearing khaki slacks and a Rebel Pro polo shirt. He looks into the camera…

MARTINEZ: That’s right Rebel Pro fans it’s your old friend Rob Martinez, thankfully freed from that idiot Corey Taylor. Now my part here this evening is a little different from the ones who came before me, oh make no doubt I’ve a couple of words to teach Rob Robinson and Larry Gordon but I also need to ask you fans a favor but I’ll get to that a little later. So let’s get to my first teaching moment and this one’s for Rob Robinson and his word to learn is Asshole. Now according to Webster’s Dictionary Asshole means noun Vulgar “1.Slang a. a stupid, mean, or contemptible person. b. the worst part of a place or thing.” Well I guess that pretty well sums up Rob Robinson’s character and actions. My next teaching moment is for our former owner Larry Gordon and his word is Sellout. A sellout is defined as “ noun 1. Informal . a person who betrays a cause,
organization, or the like; traitor. 2. Informal . a person who compromises his or her
personal values, integrity, talent, or the like, for money or personal advancement.” Once again Mr. Webster says it better than I could.
Now for those favors I said I was going to ask you fans to do for me and

they really are quite simple. From now on every time you see Rob Robinson, I’d like you to chant “Asshole” and when you see or hear about Larry Gordon I’d like to alternate between “Sellout” and “Why, Larry, Why?” chants. I know you great Rebel fans won’t let me down. So this is Rob Martinez signing off.

The Rebel Pro Logo comes back on the screen until it becomes all static again and eventually the show returns to normal.

Bzzzzzzt

COREY TAYLOR: Who is behind all of this?!

JON MCDANIEL: I honestly thought Rob would have done something about this before now, wonder if he is paying attention or playing XBox 360?

COREY TAYLOR: He doesn’t play that on company time!

~Backstage~

Casino walks to his lockerroom, anger written in every line of his face.

*WHAM!*

A steel chair comes from behind the camera’s lense, connecting solidly with Casino’s skull. Chris lands, unconscious, on his face and Jacob Venar steps from behind the camera. Jacob looks up to the camera before placing the chair on Casino’s body and walking away; saying not a single word.

JON MCDANIEL: What?! The?!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh it is just Jacob Venar trying to make a name for himself at a superstar’s expense.

We come back from commercial, hyping the newly released Phoenix DVD and find that Marina and The Freak are already inside the ring ready for the Robinson Pro Aggression Championship.

“The Monster’s loose and now you know the truth!“ the crowd cheers loudly as Meat Loaf is heard and fades and mixes with Kid Rock “They say I’m Cocky and I say what? It ain’t Cocky Motherfucker if you back it up!” the crowd pops even louder as “My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots continues to play and the original Bluegrass Mafia of “the Show” Chad Kurtis, “the Bluegrass BadAss” Matthew Kurtis, and Lyndsey Valentine make their way to the ring through the fans. Joining them are their friend and ‘associate’ BGM members Chad’s manager/trainer Axl, “Primetime” Will Zaluki, and Surprisingly former friend-turned-enemy-turned friend Chedpac. By the dress of the BGM and friends they’re ready for a fight, they are all in their ring gear including Lyndsey and Axl, with their ring gear they are all also wearing Rebel Pro t-shirts. They all wearing different t-shirts. As they make their way to the ring the BGM entourage exchange high-fives with the crowd and get several pats on the back. They finally make their way to ringside and then each member of the group gets into the ring in their own way. They go to the corners and get the crowd going even more. They walk to the middle of the ring and Chad asks for a microphone but the Robinson Pro Announce team refuses to give one up. Matt steps back over the ropes, walks over to the announce team and forcefully takes a microphone from the announce team, and then gets back into the ring and gives the mic to Chad.

CHAD: Hello REBEL Pro how are you? Yeah I knew you’d be doing good no matter what Rob Robinson tries to do to ruin this company. Since you’ve already heard from our other six friends that Robinson tried to get rid of last week, we won’t drag this out for too long because I have a championship to win here tonight. But that being said I’m glad to hear that you’re doing Rob Martinez one of the favors he asked you to and chanting “asshole” every time I mention Robinson. Now remember what he asked you to do when you see or hear the name Larry Gordon? That’s right he is a sellout but there was a question you were supposed to ask Gordon too, wasn’t there? That’s right we want to know why Larry-boy decided to become a sellout. Like I said I’m not going to keep my opponents waiting too long to lose to me tonight since Jenny, Chet, Stone, Johnson, and Martinez have already educated everyone on what Robinson Pro doesn’t have like passion, dedication, loyalty, and integrity. So we won’t beat a dead horse and we’ll get right to the point of why we’re out here tonight.
We are here to show Rob Robinson, that’s right the asshole, that not everyone is going to bow down to him and his “Robinson Pro” organization and definitely show him that not everyone is going to be ass-kissing yes-men and sycophants for him. I mean he struts around and tells everybody that he bought Rebel Pro simply because he could, there’s that lack of passion we were talking about, big deal. Typical cooperate type instead of building something he’d rather buy someone else’s company or organization. So I guess in a way I can understand what Larry Gordon, the sellout did. But understanding doesn’t mean I approve. Anyway were here to announce that Rebel Pro is still here and while right now our numbers may be small but they will grow. So anyone who wishes to join us is welcome to do so but right now I think Matt wants to say a few words.

Chad hands the microphone over to his brother.
MATTHEW: I’m not as good on the mic as Chad so I’ll keep this plain and simple. Rob Robinson, yeah the asshole, you think you and your buddies are going to just waltz in here and take down everything Rebel was and is and renamed after yourself without a fight? All those qualities you and cronies lack are what made Rebel great and they still exist in the loyal Rebel Pro wrestlers and the only way we’re going to let you destroy what we have built here is over our dead bodies. In other words why don’t you bring your cowardly asses down to the ring now right fucking now and let’s get this party started right!

Chad takes the mic that Matt throws down.

CHAD: Well I guess the talking is done, so as we wait for either Robinson’s Pantheon or my opponent’s to show up either for a fight or a match, the last thing I want to say to Mr. Robinson tonight is that I do have a few words for you…Well fans I do appreciate you excitement but I said a few words not two words. And those very important words Robinson are…YOU CAN KISS OUR REBEL ASSES! Matthew and the other members of the entarage slide out of the ring and stand back to watch the action.

Referee Lance Weston shows the new title belt to the handful of people in the crowd and then hands it off to a ring attendant before calling for the bell.

DING DING

JON MCDANIEL: Marina looking to retain, but her job will not be an easy one.

COREY TAYLOR: Gee, that was difficult to surmise Mr. PWA Announcer guy.

Kurtis and Blue start to circle each other and The Freak starts to bad mouth both of them. Kurtis and Blue stop, look at Freak and then both of them jump the jaw jacking Freak with a flurry of rights and lefts! Double whip into the ropes. Double high back bodydrop! Freak rolls to the outside and Blue pops Chad across the chest with a chop! Another chop gets a halfhearted ‘woooo!’ from the miniscule, yet completely sold out, crowd. Blue backs Kurtis into the corner and whips him out. It’s reversed and Blue eats a Bluegrass Breeze! Kurtis goes for a cover but is pulled to the outside from Freak! Freak slides into the ring and goes for a pin but Blue kicks out before the referee can even get into position to make a count. Freak pulls Blue off the mat, shoots her into the ropes and drives her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Freak turns away from Blue and takes a springboard missile dropkick from Kurtis!
JON MCDANIEL: Chad Kurtis with an athletic springboard maneuver.

COREY TAYLOR: I think he is a bit overrated, but that is just my opinion.

Kurtis goes for a cover on Freak but Blue shoves him off before Weston can even make a count of one. Kurtis pulls Marina up, lays into her with a pair of forearm shots and then suplexs her onto a dazed Freak! Kurtis looks at the heap of bodies, smiles, and heads to the nearest corner.

BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!

It misses!!! Both The Freak and Blue roll out of the way at the last second and Chad eats canvas! Freak rolls up Kurtis!

COREY TAYLOR: Crash and burn you filthy Kurtis SCUM!

JON MCDANIEL: A bit harsh there?

COREY TAYLOR: Damn right!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Kurtis!

Blue rolls up Freak from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Freak!

Freak hits a back elbow to the face of Blue stunning her. A snapmare from The Freak is followed up by a lowdropkick to the back of the head that leaves Blue reeling! Freak again goes for a cover but is kicked in the head by a recovered Kurtis. Kurtis pulls Freak up and shoots him into the ropes. It’s reversed! Kurtis manages to hit a second rope springboard into a moonsault onto Freak that’s quickly followed up by a reverse DDT! Kurtis goes for a cover but is slammed in the side of the head by a baseball slide from Blue! Blue pulls Kurtis up and shoots him into the ropes. Flying leg lariat from Blue! Freak is getting to his feet and Blue rushes him and takes him to the mat with a flying head scissors! Blue rolls to the ring apron, gets to her feet and waits for the men to get to their feet. Freak is up first and Blue goes for a springboard seated senton! It’s countered into a poweromb! Freak hooks the legs of a dazed Blue and turns her over into a Texas cloverleaf! Inziguri from Kurtis breaks up the hold!

JON MCDANIEL: What an exchange!

COREY TAYLOR: Which, I will point out, would not be possible without Marina and The Freak… mainly The Freak.

A rapid flurry of forearm shots from Kurtis leaves Freak stunned. A shot into the ropes from Kurtis and The Freak is nailed with an inverted atomic drop on the rebound! A clothesline from Kurtis puts Freak down onto the mat. Kurtis goes to the outside – springboard 450 splash onto Freak! Kurtis hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Blue breaks up the pin!

JON MCDANIEL: Close call there.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn Kurtises, why must they multiply faster than a virus; it is like they are some sort of bacteria!

All three are slow to get to their feet as this fast paced match is starting to take it’s toll.

Forearm shot from Kurtis to Blue!
Chop to Freak from Blue!
Open handed palm strike from Freak to Kurtis!
Freak ducks under a chop from Blue and tags Kurtis with a right hand!
Kurtis tags Freak with a forearm!
Eye poke to Kurtis from Blue!

JON MCDANIEL: Hard shots from these competitors.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad’s shots are no where near as fierce as Freak’s!

Freak and Blue glance at each other and double whip Kurtis into the far ropes. Double hip toss sends Kurtis crashing to the mat. Right hand from Freak to Blue! Freak hooks Blue and hoists her up to the top turnbuckle. Freak climbs up to the second turnbuckle and tries for a superplex! Blue blocks it! Kurtis is up and positions himself under Freak!

Tower of Doom!

JON MCDANIEL: GEEEEEEEEEZE!

COREY TAYLOR: That move should be banned!

Kurtis nails a powerbomb onto Freak who in turn takes Blue up and over with a superplex! Chad with a cover on Blue!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-No!!

Blue somehow gets her shoulder up! Kurtis pulls her up and snaps her head back with a forearm shot. Kurtis shoots Blue towards the far corner. Blue slams back first into the corner and is crushed a moment later with a running clothesline from Chad! Kurtis climbs up to the second turnbuckle and pounds away at the head of Blue with right hands! The handful of people in the crowd count along with every punch!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Kurtis hits a monkey flip onto Blue! In mid air Blue is able to hook a recovered Freak and snap off a hurricanrana! Freak is tossed out of the ring as Kurtis looks on confused about what just happened! The handful of people in the crowd start up a rowdy ‘holy shit!’ chant!

JON MCDANIEL: I’m not even sure what happened

COREY TAYLOR: And I’m not surprised there.

Kurtis goes for a clothesline but Blue ducks under! Kurtis spins around and takes a superkick to the jaw that drops him to a knee! Blue steps out onto the ring apron and catches a stunned Kurtis with a springboard clothesline! Blue pulls Kurtis to his feet, whips him into the corner and follows him in with a dropkick. Blue climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a flying cross body! Kurtis catches her in mid air with a dropkick to the ribs! Marina pulls herself into the corner as Kurtis gets back to his feet. Freak is back in the ring! Kurtis turns and catches a trouble in paradise style spinning kick! Kurtis is sent rolling out of the ring and The Freak is all smiles as he staggers over to the ring apron. Freak grabs a can of Lysol, slips on some protective gloves and approaches a still dazed and seated Blue. What the What!? Freak sprays the crotch area of Blue with the Lysol!

JON MCDANIEL: What is he doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Making sure it is sanitary.

Blue lashes out with a kick and it knocks the can up into the face of Freak! Freak rolls to the outside as Kurtis pulls himself back into the ring. Blue has pulled herself to her feet but takes a forearm from Chad! Blue is whipped into the ropes and gets takes to the mat with a hurricanrana! Blue is quickly back to her feet and rushes into a kick from Kurtis that doubles her over! Chad positions her for his ‘CK Finale!’

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOOOOO!
Freak is back into the ring and he has a chair! He shoves aside the referee and cracks the chair across the skull of Kurtis! The referee calls for the bell as Freak drives the chair across the back of Blue!

COREY TAYLOR: At least it was against Chad…

ERIC EMERSON: The winner of this match, via DQ….’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!! However, Marina Blue retains her Robinson Pro Aggression Championship!!!

Freak drops the chair, rolls to the outside and pulls back the ring skirt. He drags out a table wrapped in barbed wire and it pops all 20 people watching this match! He quickly sets up the table, and grabs a tube of lighter fluid. Freak sprays down the table and with a flourish, he lights the table up! Flames spring to life as The Freak rolls back into the ring.

Kurtis is getting to his feet and eats a ‘any given moment’ knee strike to the head! Kurtis is whipped to the ropes but he hangs on to keep from going over the top and into the fire! Blue is up and takes a modified side effect from Freak! Freak quickly drags her up and whips her into Chad! Blue hits Chad mid section and the two tumble out and smash through the table of death!

As The Freak celebrates security and EMT’s rush out to douse the flames and check on Chad and Blue. Security rushes the ring but Freak is out and over the guard rails and heading out of the building!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve been informed that this match has been changed. The titles can change on a disqualification if, as Mr. Robinson puts it, decide to cheat like the untrained monkeys that they are.

JON MCDANIEL: Rob already starting to change what was a great promotion.

COREY TAYLOR: Except for the lack of law and order… yeah.

ERIC EMERSON: The following match is set for one fall and will unify the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship and the Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship…

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the speakers and from the back come the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions of the World, Johnny Maverick and Jacob Venar, collectively known as Juggernauts, Bitch!

ERIC EMERSON: Making their way down to the ring, they are the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions of the World… JOHNNY MAVERICK, JACOB VENAR, they are JUGGERNAUTS, BITCH!

Jacob and Johnny step into the ring, Johnny ready to go but Jacob’s attention seems a little off.

“Mr. Robinson” a cover by The Lemonheads picks up in the speakers as from the back to a massive amount of booing is Scottie Snow, Moke Doshky, The Dragon, and most importantly The Phoenix.

ERIC EMERSON: Introducing the Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions, they are the only team that matters…

Eric looks down at his notecard, wondering if he really has to read this.

ERIC EMERSON: They are the best, they reak of awesomeness, they are the best that any company; especially this pitiful excuse for a wrestling promotion that really really sucked before Rob Robinson bought it and is going to turn it into a multi million dollar company that will compete for ratings with any show on any network because Rob Robinson is a genius and the best person, best wrestler, and most awesomest guy ever to be born THE PHOENIX, STHE DRAGON, MOKE DOSHKY, AND that guy who I really beat up that one time and he managed to only get a fluke pin over me but he is still better than anyone that the former Rebel Pro federation had… SCOTTIE SNOW… we are THE PANTHEON!

DING DING

JON MCDANIEL: Well this match is starting off a bit unfairly, but when Phoenix is involved, he does tend to put things in his favor.

COREY TAYLOR: Such blasphemy from you, you’ll be the next to go.

Jacob is starting off this match with The Dragon, with Lance Weston the Senior Referee officiating. Jacob with a collar and elbow, but Dragon quickly turns him around, backing him into the Pantheon corner where all four men immediately begin to beat Jacob down. Lance Weston is distracted as Johnny Maverick comes into the ring pointing vigorously at the beat down commencing. Johnny gets back into his corner, the beat down stops just before Lance turns around and sees. Dragon mounts Jacob in the corner, raining down righs and lefts upon his head. Jacob shoves hiim off him and climbs to the middle rope. Phoenix grabs the ankle, Lance’s view obstructed by Jacob, Venar falls to the canvas. Johnny is slapping the top turnbuckle, doing his best to get his partner into the match. Jacob begins to crawl towards his partner, but is stopped by The Dragon. Jacob turns over, kicking out wildly at The Dragon, missing by an inch, but Dragon dives forward punching away with rights and lefts until Lance warns him that closed fists are not allowed. Jacob shoves Dragon off and gets up to his feet, followed quickly by The Dragon.

JON MCDANIEL: The Dragon thinking he can use closed fists, what is he thinking?

COREY TAYLOR: They looked like palm strikes to me.

Dragon reaches back, tagging in Moke Doshky, who lumbers into the ring picking Jacob up in a gorilla press. Jacob wiggles coming down and grabbing Moke’s head slamming it into the canvas. Jacob up quickly and springing off the top rope with a back flip, but Moke is up and is taking a ninja pose.

JON MCDANIEL: Uh oh, Mokeangelo is back!

COREY TAYLOR: What?

Moke with a swift karate kick sends Jacob into a neutral corner following in with a big man splash. Jacob stumbles out of the corner and it is noted that he definitely doesn’t seem into this match. Johnny tries to get his head into the contest as the Rebel Pro Tag Team Titles are on the line, but Jacob pays his partner very little attention. Moke spins Jacob around, but Jacob manages to fire a right palm strike before running up Moke’s body to deliver a drop kick to the big man’s face bouncing him off the ropes. Jacob uses the leverage to flip the man on over into a pin with a powerslam type move.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

SHOCK!

Phoenix quickly grabs a microphone, pulling it to his lips.

PHOENIX: I demand that this match be restarted because Moke kicked out of that pin, I saw it and since I own Robinson Pro my final judgement is all that matters!

Dragon, Rob, and Scottie Snow come into the ring stomping away on Jacob, as they do so they all high five. Here comes Johnny though to try and somehow even up the odds, but Lance Weston is busy trying to get The Pantheon out of the ring. Phoenix trips Scottie Snow who stumbles into Lance who falls down with a mini shove from The Dragon. Lance smashes his head on Moke’s boot and appears to be out cold, and very legitimately. Phoenix turns to see Lance there and the other men jump on Johnny and Jacob as Rob signals for Alec Wilcox to come officiate this match. Alec rushes down to the ring, his referee shirt in perfect position as though this were planned.

JON MCDANIEL: Alec is looking like Rob planned to take out Lance Weston.

COREY TAYLOR: It was an accident, that damn clumsy Scottie Snow, Dragon tried to catch him, and he fell right on Moke’s big boot.

Alec pulls Lance out of the ring, laying him reverntly on the outside before sliding in with a crooked smile towards The Pantheon. Dragon lifts Johnny up, but Maverick counters with a face smash onto the canvas. Johnny spins around to deliver a roundhouse kick right to Snow’s temple sending him out of the ring. Jacob heads for Phoenix, but seems to lose interest as Phoenix steps through the ropes indicating that Alec needs to get Maverick out of the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: The nerve of Phoenix, it was four on one and now he is going to enforce the rules?

COREY TAYLOR: Actually, it was the inept referee Lance Weston that should have enforced the new rules, but he was falling down on his job… ha ha falling down…

Maverick heads over to his corner, his and Alec’s back to the other side of the ring. In comes Phoenix, Snow, and The Dragon to lift Jacob up on their shoulders spin around and drop him like a bad habit with a three man spinebuster center ring. Moke makes the cover, way nonchalantly. Alec turns to make the count.

ONE! TWO!

Johnny in to make the save, keeping the titles un-unified for now. Alec forces Maverick back into his corner and orders him to take up the tag rope or else risk disqualification. Jacob is pulled up to his feet.

JON MCDANIEL: If Johnny or Jacob are disqualified, the titles change hands.

COREY TAYLOR: Absolutely, isn’t it beautiful?

Jacob with a big right hand backs Dragon up into the corner, he spins around delivering a kick to Moke’s chest that sends him stumbling backwards. Jacob quickly into the ropes, clothesline from the top rope sends Moke down. Jacob spins to trip Dragon up with a drop toe hold. Scottie is ordered into the ring, Jacob with a snap bridge suplex has Scottie on his back just that quick and Phoenix is furious. Phoenix is yelling at Scottie that he needs to step up his game here in Rebel Pro and stop being such a loser!

JON MCDANIEL: Encouraging words from The Phoenix there to Scottie Snow.

COREY TAYLOR: They are true words, he should listen.

Snow rolls up to his feet, but Jacob quickly takes his head under his arm, front facelock into a single arm DDT!

Jacob is a wrestler on fire and seems to have gotten his head in the game. Jacob looks over to Johnny who is clapping to keep the momentum going, going along with the chant of the capacity crowd of twenty. Jacob just deflates, his shoulders droop and he looks like he is wondering what he is fighting for. Jacob turns to confront Moke who has gotten back up and Alec is not even noticing that Dragon and Scottie are in the ring. Dragon with a hand spring spin into a leg across Jacob’s throat while Moke uses the momentum to lift him up, dropping him shoulder first onto the canvas. Moke looks over to Maverick, waving mockingly at him and telling him to kiss the Rebel Tag Belts good-bye. Johnny goes to step into the ring, but unfortunately Alec is there and preventing the interference. While that is going on Moke, Dragon, and Scottie Snow are pummeling Jacob in their corner. Phoenix is yelling insults at Jacob, who for his part is fighting back, all be it with a vacant expression on his face. Jacob with a right, a left, and a kick out at Snow that connects sending him out of the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: The numbers just a bit too much for Jacob Venar.

COREY TAYLOR: Somehow Jacob escapes!

Jacob darts past Moke and Dragon, hitting the ropes right in front of Alec Wilcox and blind tag! Jacob doesn’t feel it though as he leaps up into the air kicking out and connecting with both Moke and Dragon’s face!

Jacob covers Moke for the pin!

But Alec refuses to count, pointing that Johnny tagged himself into the match.

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob doesn’t seem happy there.

COREY TAYLOR: Why should he?

Jacob stares up at Johnny who is a house of fire nailing the returning Snow with “All Bodies Murdered!” Dragon comes back into the fight, but Johnny dispenses him with the Tony Jah!

JON MCDANIEL: Johnny destroying The Pantheon single handedly!

Jacob comes in to try and help, but Johnny shoves him towards the corner to let him rest as he takes cares of this problem. Jacob just stares at Johnny’s hand then back at Johnny’s face before turning and walking to climb through the ropes. Johnny spins back around as Moke is charging in, but Johnny ducks under the clothesline delivering a kick to the back of his massive skull. Moke falls forward as Jacob steps back through the ropes; a steel chair in hand. Johnny doesn’t see it yet though.

JON MCDANIEL: What is Jacob doing?

COREY TAYLOR: I think he took offense to being pushed.

Johnny turns back around, noticing Jacob with the chair. Jacob goes to swing, but it isn’t at Johnny…

Scottie Snow goes down in a heap, a cut across his white forehead.

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the match and Unified Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions… The Dragon and Moke Doshky… Might and Magic!

Jacob drops the chair, staring at Johnny before flipping backwards out of the ring and heading up the entrance ramp. The crowd sits in a stunned silence as Moke, Dragon, and Rob celebrate in the ring, paying no attention to Scottie Snow who is still bleeding from the forehead wound.

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob just turned on his partner, getting them disqualified, and basically giving the titles to Might and Magic!

COREY TAYLOR: He just didn’t delay the inevitable, that’s all.

The show fades with Robinson holding up the Robinson Pro Heavyweight Championship, standing in front of the newly unified Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions. The shot is fading away when two men jump the barricade and are in the ring. The camera suddenly fades back in to watch the action. Freak is swinging a barbed wire wrapped steel chair and connects solidly with the back of The Phoenix’s head. Shut Down nails Moke Doshky with his own barbed wire wrapped steel chair sending him to the canvas.

JON MCDANIEL: Phoenix is not going to be happy.

COREY TAYLOR: Get these jerks out of here! They are ruining a perfectly great moment!

Shut Down nails The Dragon sending him over the top rope and Freak nails Scottie Snow so hard he goes flying over the top rope as well. Freak pulls Robinson up to his feet.

FREAK: Rebel Pro you asshole!

Before he sends Robinson over the top to land on his ass on the outside. Shut Down is tossing Moke over the top rope, a feat of strength for sure and he lands right on The Phoenix who begins to roll him off immediately. Phoenix finally gets Moke Doshky off of his chest.

FREAK: Rebel! Pro! Rebel! Pro! Rebel! Pro! Rebel! Pro! Rebel! Pro! Rebel! Pro!

The crowd picks up the chant along with the Freak and Shut Down joins his client, his former partner, and his friend.

COREY TAYLOR: ROBINSON PRO! ROBINSON PRO! ROBINSON PRO! ROBINSON PRO! ROBINSON PRO!

The camera pans to show The Phoenix with the fury of Haities burning in his eyes as now the camera is allowed to fade to… the Robinson Pro logo.

~Recorded right before the show goes live~

The shot opens in a darkened arena with Rob Robinson standing in the middle of the ring, a single spotlight on him. From the boos of the crowd, is it obvious the arena isn’t empty, however.

Rob Robinson: I’m out here this week to announce to the world that they’ve seen their last episode of Rebel Pro Aggression.

The boos grow louder at this.

Rob Robinson: See, a reaction like that is exactly why I had to do all of this. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that there are people out there that think Rebel Pro was bringing them actual wrestling every week. I get it, you all hate me because you think I’m the man that killed Rebel Pro. Don’t you see that Rebel Pro was killing itself? What I did was a mercy killing.

Rob Robinson: But more importantly than that, I’m also a man that creates, not just destroys. I once created the biggest wrestling promotion on the planet and I can do it again. That’s why I want to welcome each and every one of you to Robinson Pro Wrestling’s Rampage!

The arena lights go up to reveal an all new set design. The entrance area is framed with “Robinson Pro” banners with a neon “RAMPAGE” sign above the entranceway.

Rob Robinson: I’ve had to make quite a few changes to be able to give you the best wrestling action on the planet today. First off, Rob Martinez, Jenny Jersey, Chet Whetleson, Corey Taylor, Jimmy Johnson, an Alan Stone, I want you all to come out to the ring.

After a moment the six head to the ring without music.

Rob Robinson: Corey, let me start by saying that I dig what you do. You need some polish, but that can be taught. What can’t be taught is your natural ability to kiss ass. My ass, specifically. I like that. Go take your seat at the announce table.

Corey Taylor leaves the ring, grinning from ear to ear.

Rob Robinson: Rob Martinez, we’ve got some problems. First off, my name is Rob and that might get confusing to the fans. But worse than that, you’ve never been a Phoenix fan and that’s one sin I just can’t forgive. So get the hell out of my ring and I better never see your face again.

Rob Robinson: Jenny Jersey, you’re cute enough but I don’t pick my employees based on “cute”. Go keep Martinez company in the unemployment line.

Rob Robinson: Chet, I was told you used to be a weatherman. Bet you didn’t see this storm coming, huh? I’m also told that you’ve been in charge of Rebel Pro merch. Yeah, well not only is that stuff second rate garbage, it is way underpriced garbage. I need a man that thinks about the bottom line, Chet, and you’re just not that man. In case you don’t get the picture, you’re fired, too.

Rob Robinson: And now we get to the Rebel Pro referees. You guys are the worst of all. You were charged with keeping order in this company and instead you let the place get worse than the Wild West. I wish I could do more than fire you, but my lawyers advised me against it. So get out of my arena and be thankful losing your job was the worst thing that happened to you tonight.

Rob Robinson: Now, don’t worry Robinson Pro fans. I know that I can’t run the company with just the help of Corey Taylor. I came prepared tonight. I want to thank my friends in the PWA for helping me out on such short notice. Thanks to them you’ll get to enjoy Jon McDaniel on play by play and Eric Emerson as the new Robinson Pro ring announcer! Lean Bean Miller will be conducting all interviews and my old friend and manager, Fantastic Andy Strickland, is now in charge of all merchandise.

Rob Robinson: But that’s not all! I had to bring in an entirely new brigade of referees to keep order in Robinson Pro. Our new senior referee is Lance Weston. Assisting him will be my old friend Alec Wilcox.

Rob Robinson: Speaking of keeping order, there’s something very important I need to discuss right now. For too long the wrestlers in this company have been able to do whatever they want. I plan on bringing some new blood into the company, but for now we’ll have to make due with the roster that we’ve got. Now I know old habits will die hard, but I’m confident that Lance and Alec will be able to keep everyone in line.

Rob Robinson: In line with what, you may ask. Well, I’m glad you did. Look, I’m a wrestler, not a cage fighter and I run a wrestling company. So right here, right now I want everyone to be aware that Robinson Pro is NOT Rebel Pro. There are rules now and if you don’t follow them, you’re going to pay the price.

Rob Robinson: And just to help all the old timers adjust as quickly as possible, the new rules are very, very strict. The referees have been instructed that there’s no longer a five count to break a hold. If your opponent is in a submission and he gets to the ropes, the ref will tell you to break the hold and you’d damn well better to do it right then. If not, you’re disqualified.

Rob Robinson: There will be no more weapons used in Robinson Pro, period. If you pick up a chair, you’re disqualified. If you get caught with a foreign object during the pre match pat down, you’re disqualified. If you used an illegal move, you’re disqualified. And if you’re disqualified, you don’t get paid. I promote wrestling shows, people pay money to see wrestling matches, so if you cause a match not to happen or to end prematurely, why the hell should you get a paycheck?

Rob Robinson: And now for the last order of business, the title situation.

As if on cue, the Pantheon come out, each man carrying a briefcase.

Rob Robinson: Let’s talk about the World title first.

Fantastic Andy opens his briefcase.

Rob Robinson: Let’s face facts, Rebel Pro had no business calling their belt a “World” title. Defending it in a couple of states doesn’t make it a World title. I sliced that puppy in half, that’s how little that belt means to me. So that joke of a title is banished and we’ll never speak of it again. However, Robinson Pro most certainly will defend all of its titles around the globe, so I feel entitled to declare this the new Robinson Pro World title!

Robinson pulls the belt out of the open suitcase.

Rob Robinson: But here’s the thing, Marcus Marion doesn’t deserve to hold such a prestigious title. In fact, looking over the roster, I can’t find a single person that deserves it. I’m sure that will change once I’m able to start signing some new talent, but until then…

Robinson snaps the belt around his waist as the crowd boos hotly.

Rob Robinson: I’ll just hold on to this.

Rob Robinson: What about the Aggression championship?

Scottie Snow opens his briefcase.

Rob Robinson: Maybe this is just in comparison to Riona Langly, but when I look at Marina Blue, I like what I see. Actually, I wouldn’t mind see even more of her. So, even though I’m abolishing the Rebel Pro Aggression title, I’m crowning Marina Blue as the first ever Robinson Pro Aggression Champion! Hopefully this means I’ll be seeing a LOT more of the lovely Ms. Blue in the future. And that brings us to the tag team titles.

The Dragon and Moke Doshky open their briefcases.

Rob Robinson: I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for these titles, since Scottie and I once held them. It would be a shame to lose that kind of history so I’m going to do something a little different here. The Juggernauts, Bitch can keep the Rebel Pro tag titles for the next week. But Might & Magic here, they’re the new Robinson Pro tag team champions. Next week we’ll have a tag team title match to unify the titles under the Robinson Pro banner. That way the new titles keep the amazing lineage that includes a title reign by yours truly.

Rob Robinson: One thing, though. That tag title match? It will be Juggernauts, Bitch against the entire Pantheon, just to make sure there’s no funny business. But really, if they deserve to be the champions they should have no problem beating four opponents, right?

Rob Robinson: Alright folks, that’s enough business for one night. Now, Robinson Pro Wrestling is going to show you what real wrestling is all about!

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.

JON MCDANIEL: Ladies and gentlemen we’re just about ready to go with our first match, but before that…

He sighs.

JON MCDANIEL: Here is Lisa Seldon from the Pioneer Wrestling Association.

LISA SELDON: Yeah! Who is here because she’s all about watching dudes mutilate each other. And is in such a good mood, she’s going to let this other goof stay too.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re such a good friend.

DING DING

A running Dropkick puts the match into gear as Reaver covers the ring and takes Fallen Angel out at the knee. The big man drops a hand to the mat to keep himself up, only for Reaver to begin peppering him with kicks that work him back into the corner. Reaver then drags Fallen Angel to his feet and sends him to

the opposite corner, but Fallen Angel turns it around and sends Reaver in his place. A few steps up the turnbuckle save him though, while Fallen Angel brings himself just close enough to be floored with a Moonsault.

JON MCDANIEL: Fallen Angel a little slow to start off and Reaver is making him pay for it.

LISA SELDON: Say, would you care for an exciting Fallen Angel fact?

JON MCDANIEL: No, but go on.

LISA SELDON: Not only is the Fallen Angel a multitime PWA World Champion, he’s also the brother of Thunderwolf, a PWA All-Star in his own right.

JON MCDANIEL: Is that a different Fallen Angel?

LISA SELDON: Would there be two people with that name?

COREY TAYLOR: No.

LISA SELDON: I love you guys.

Reaver jumps back to his feet and pulls Angel with him before barrelling a kick into his spine that only seems to wake him up. Reaver then hits the ropes again while Fallen Angel pulls himself to his feet, just in time to find another highflying attack coming his way. This time though Fallen Angel catches a Springboard Crossbody and ends it with a Backbreaker. The fans let out a cheer as he drops down for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

JON MCDANIEL: And Reaver breaks the count at two.

Fallen Angel backs off his prey and lets him get as far as seated on the mat before he locks two hands around his throat, pulls him to his feet and then fires him back into the corner. Reaver tries to move out of the way but Angel sandwiches him with a back elbow that puts Reaver to his knees. Fallen Angel is relentless though, dragging him back up and blasting him with a second elbow before resorting to simply burying his forearm into his windpipe. The referee starts a five count, raising the ire of the fans for the first time tonight.

LISA SELDON: What’s this shit?

JON MCDANIEL: What, the referee holding up the rules?

LISA SELDON: You got rules now?

COREY TAYLOR: Finally, Mr. The Phoenix has brought some class to Rebel Pro.

Fallen Angel breaks at the count of one and turns all his attention to a referee who seems to be shrinking quite dramatically.

JON MCDANIEL: Dangerous place for a referee. He might want to just back off this one.

Thankfully for him, Reaver lashes out with a right hand and earns his opponent’s full attention once again as he blasts him back with a Forearm through his face. He then ties up an arm and sends Reaver full force to the opposite corner, who collides back first this time before staggering forward into a massive running boot between the eyes. The force sprawls Reaver across the mat before Fallen Angel kicks him to the floor.

JON MCDANIEL: Heading out to the floor for the first time tonight.

LISA SELDON: Now it’s a party.

JON MCDANIEL: So, any truth to the rumors of you being asked to compete here in November.

LISA SELDON: Why yes, those rumors are true.

COREY TAYLOR: And the likelyhood?

LISA SELDON: Oh I couldn’t possibly tell you that, but the cards were on the table, certainly.

The Fallen Angel follows Reaver to the floor and whips him along ringside into the rail while the referee starts the count inside. He then passes by the announce desk, shouting a quick and disdainful look at our guest commentator before kicking off with another big boot that crushes Reaver’s face and sends him out into the crowd.

LISA SELDON: Oh that guy does not like me.

JON MCDANIEL: Can’t think why but I’m sure you’re about to tell us.

LISA SELDON: Well it could be a couple of things, but if I had to guess, it’s probably because my dad killed his parents.

JON MCDANIEL: Real… do what?!

COREY TAYLOR: This PWA shit is like a Soap Opera.

LISA SELDON: I know, right. It’s ridiculous. Besides it’s not like it was my fault.

Fallen Angel stops once in his attack to break the count before the referee finds it necessary to follow him out as he snatches up a chair. The Fallen Angel turns it in the direction of his opponent and immediately finds the referee blocking his way.

COREY TAYLOR: Get this in order, by the order of Mr. The Phoenix!

LISA SELDON: I only come here for the head caving and the fire!

The crowd are positively livid as every attempt to pass the referee by is blocked, but they quickly change their tune as Reaver comes at a run, steps off the barricade, leaps the referee and catches the Fallen Angel with a huge Flying Tornado DDT.

JON MCDANIEL: Reaver comes out of nowhere with that attack!

COREY TAYLOR: Doesn’t fix anything.

The fans give up their grievances and let out a cheer as Reaver staggers to his feet. Fallen Angel is pulled shortly after, with a cut now starting to form across his brow from the impact. Fallen Angel is sent back to the ring with Reaver following, but not before taking a pass by the commentary and knocking away a bottle of water placed in front of Lisa for good measure.

LISA SELDON: First fire and now water. Shall they take the earth from me too!

COREY TAYLOR: Such a drama queen.

LISA SELDON: So I’m told.

Reaver jumps over the ropes, turns and bounces into a Lionsault, hitting hard and landing into the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

JON MCDANIEL: Fallen Angel kicks out with authority!

Despite mounting pressure, Fallen Angel is still able to send Reaver off into the air on a kickout. It’s enough force to send Reaver scurrying to the apron but he manages to hold the ropes to keep from hitting the floor. Fallen Angel clambers to his feet and Reaver does the same, jumping up into a Springboard and sending him forward into an Ultrarana attempt that Fallen Angel catches and buries with a Snap Powerbomb. He sinks into the cover as the fans cheer him on.

ONE!

TWO!

JON MCDANIEL: No! The Fallen Angel crushes him on that Powerbomb, but it still isn’t enough to put him away.

LISA SELDON: if they’d have just let him beat him to death with the chair like he was going to, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.

The Fallen Angel comes up scowling and takes Reaver with him. He then fires him back into the corner with a choke toss an fires a few shots in at him for good measure. Reaver starts to sway as Fallen Angel switches positions and starts to rise up the buckles with Reaver in front.

COREY TAYLOR: Setting up for the big finish.

JON MCDANIEL: I believe it’s a top-rope Pedigree.

COREY TAYLOR: If he hits that not only is this match but this kids week is over.

LISA SELDON: I went out with a guy who ate that. Chewed up all his face and made him forget how to add fractions.

JON MCDANIEL: Fascinating.

Fallen Angel gets to the top-rope before hooking Reaver’s arms, but Reaver fights out with a series of short elbows that break the hold and let him drop to the mat. He then kicks the ropes for good measure, crotching Fallen Angel on the top-rope and leaving him set as Reaver springs up to the top, bounces, laces his legs around Fallen Angel’s head and sends him flying with a huge Hurricanrana.

COREY TAYLOR: Massive Frankensteiner.

JON MCDANIEL: This is how he put away Johnny Maverick.

LISA SELDON: Yeah, after clobbering him with a chair and putting him through a flaming table. Not quite the same impact on it today.

The Fallen Angel crashes to the mat but he refuses to go out and sits up to a knee. Reaver scouts it though and charges through him with a huge Shining Wizard that splits further the wound across his forehead.

JON MCDANIEL: He cracked him wide open.

LISA SELDON: Not quite as well as I did to him last week but whatevers.

The fans are on their feet but once more Fallen Angel begins to stir and fights to his feet once more. This time though Reaver is on the apron, and after pounding the buckle a few times for attention, he shoots up to the top and flies, sticking out a leg and putting it between his opponents eyes.

JON MCDANIEL: Messenger of Chaos.

COREY TAYLOR: The big guy is rocked!

Spit flies from the brutal impact as the Fallen Angel goes to a knee, fights it and eventually topples. Reaver doesn’t waist anytime shooting for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JON MCDANIEL: Reaver pulls out the win!

LISA SELDON: An upset if you ask me.

JON MCDANIEL: Yet no one did.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Reaver!

His music kicks in again as Reaver pushes off the mat and leans into the ropes for a breath. Fallen Angel stirs on the mat.

JON MCDANIEL: A hard fought battle for both men.

Reaver suddenly turns his attention back to the ring, producing a feather from his gear and dipping it in the blood of his opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: And there’s the proof of another job done.

LISA SELDON: You know he probably thinks this is both classy and intimidating, but all it says to me is that Kalis was playing his xbox when he gave him this task and doesn’t have a single original idea left.

Reaver holds up the feather for all to see, before turning it toward Lisa Seldon.

LISA SELDON: Maybe next he’ll gather some flags. Terrifying.

JON MCDANIEL: No plans to intervene tonight.

LISA SELDON: No, I made my point last week. Besides, he was just the messenger. I wouldn’t give this kid the time of day otherwise.

Lisa gets to her feet, gives him a little mock clap and then swans away from ringside. He watches her go but doesn’t bother to interfere.

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

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM”

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from British Columbia, Canada and weighs in at 240 pounds, he is one half of the Rebel Pro World Tag Team Champions….Jacob Venar!!!

“Anthem For The Underdog” by 12 Stones booms through the speakers as Jacob emerges from the back. He’s greeted with a mixed response from the crowd, he’s loved by some, hated by others.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Big Daddy D, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 215 pounds….J-Kurt!!!

J-Kurt, along with Big Daddy D and a gaggle of female friends all step out from the back to solid white heat! The posse ignores them all as they make their way towards the ring as ‘SexyBack’ by Justin Timberlake blasts through the speakers.

COREY TAYLOR: God I LOVE Justin Timberlake! Give me him and Justin Bieber over Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix ANYDAY!!

JON MCDANIEL: I hope God strikes you down for that comment.

J-Kurt is in the ring and referee Jimmy Johnson is going over the very strict rules for this match. Big Daddy D and the horde of females that came with J-Kurt exit the ring as Johnson calls for the bell!

COREY TAYLOR: I wonder if J-Kurt can hook me up with one of those fine females of his?

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure for the right price one could be your ‘friend’ if you get my drift.

The two men lock up in the center of the ring and it’s J-Kurt with the side headlock. Jacob shoots him into the ropes and drops to the mat. J-Kurt hops over and gets caught with an arm drag after rebounding off the opposite ropes. J-Kurt is quickly back to his feet and takes another deep armdrag from Jacob. For a third time J-Kurt is up and he quickly bails out of the ring to buy him some time. Jacob goes to chase him down when the referee stops him and explains to him that due to the rules of this match, their will be NO fighting on the outside. With Jacob distracted, J-Kurt slides back into the ring and rushes Jacob. A high backdrop from Jacob! J-Kurt lands near a corner and pulls himself to his feet as Jacob charges at him. J-Kurt dives out of the way of a spear attempt and Jacob nails the turnbuckles hard! Roll up from behind by J-Kurt and a kickout at two from Jacob!

COREY TAYLOR: No chairs. No hardcore. bout time we got some class.

JON MCDANIEL: This is the match that was signed. I doubt the REBEL fans like it either but that’s how this has played out.

Jacob is up and takes a superkick that puts him back on the mat! J-Kurt quickly follows up with a rolling thunder onto his dazed opponent! Again a cover from J-Kurt but Jacob grabs the bottom rope causing a break. J-Kurt pulls Jacob to his feet, scoops him up and slams him into the center of the ring. J-Kurt heads towards the high rent district and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. J-Kurt takes flight with a legdrop from the top but Jacob moves at the last second! J-Kurt hits hard and sits stunned on the mat as Jacob gets up, hits the ropes and nails a low dropkick that connects to the back of his opponents head! Jacob heads towards the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and flies off with a back senton that connects onto the chest of J-Kurt! Instead of a pin attempt Venar is up and smiling down at his foe. Venar hits the ropes and connects with a Great Muta style elbow drop. Again no cover as Jacob smirks at a hurting J-Kurt.

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like Jacob has evil intentions for J-Kurt!

COREY TAYLOR: If he hurts J-Kurt I’ll make sure the girls are taken care of!

Jacob pulls J-Kurt off the mat and hoists him up into the dreaded tree of woe! Jacob makes his way to the opposite corner and takes off running at his hapless opponent! Spear into the corner from Venar! Big Daddy D looks like he wants to get into the ring but knows it will only lead to a DQ for J-Kurt. Again, Jacob heads to the far corner and with a evil smirk charges in at J-Kurt! Jacob eats a turnbuckle as J-Kurt is able to pull himself up at the last second! Jacob staggers back into the middle of the ring as J-Kurt takes flight and nails a flying bulldog! J-Kurt with the pin but Jacob gets a shoulder up at two! J-Kurt pulls Jacob off the mat and positions him on the top turnbuckle with his back facing the inside of the ring. J-Kurt climbs up and snaps off an amazing top rope reverse Hurricanrana! A loud ‘Holy Shit’ chant erupts as J-Kurt goes for the cover! Venar gets a

shoulder up at 2 & 9/10ths! J-Kurt jaw jacks with the referee for a moment about the ‘slow count’ before getting to his feet. Jacob is slowly getting up and J-Kurt hits the ropes. Spinnng back heel kick from Jacob drops J-Kurt! Jacob looks woozy but still doesn’t attempt a cover. Instead he pulls J-Kurt to his feet and nails a double arm DDT.

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob is trying to hurt J-Kurt instead of pinning him.

COREY TAYLOR: No, he’s trying to please his legion of fans!

Jacob pulls J-Kurt up and shoots him into the corner. It’s reversed by J-Kurt! Whisper in the Wind from Venar! Jacob quickly gets up, drags a dazed J-Kurt up and punishes him with a hangmans neckbreaker! J-Kurt rolls to his stomach clutching at his head as Jacob drops a knee into the ribs of his opponent. J-Kurt is pulled to his feet. A pair of forearm shot from Venar are quickly followed up by a standing inziguri! J-Kurt crumples to the mat as Jacob heads to the corner. Jacob perches himself at the top and executes his Leap of Faith! J-Kurt pulls his knees up and Jacob lands hard across them! J-Kurt drags himself to his feet and hits a second rope springboard moonsault onto Jacob! A pin! A kickout at two! Again J-Kurt argues with Jimmy Johnson! J-Kurt pulls Jacob up but is caught with an inverted atomic drop! Short arm clothesline from Jacob drops J-Kurt to the mat. Elbow drop from Jacob! But no cover. Instead Jacob pulls J-Kurt up and hoists him up for a powerbomb. It’s reversed into a face buster! J-Kurt slowly gets up and heads to the corner. He quickly pulls himself to the top and before he can go for another moonsault, Venar shoves his feet off the ropes causing him to drop down and crotch himself!

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt was so preoccupied with trying for that moonsault he never saw Jacob get back to his feet!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah, after that I doubt he’ll be partying with the ladies after the show.

Jacob climbs up to the second turnbuckle, hooks J-Kurt and hits a super backdrop! Again, no pin as J-Kurt lays motionless in the ring. Jacob pulls himself to his feet and he drags a dazed J-Kurt up. Powerbomb from Jacob! Venar keeps his grip and in a show of brute power pulls J-Kurt up and delivers another bone rattling powerbomb. Jacob sags against the ropes and smiles as the referee starts his count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

J-Kurt is stirring and the smile vanishes from the face of Jacob.

5!

6!

J-Kurt gets to his feet but is quickly brought down with a clothesline!

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like Jacob is trying to humiliate J-Kurt as well as punish him.

J-Kurt is dragged to his feet and Jacob goes for a suplex. J-Kurt counters and stomps on the foot of Jacob breaking the hold. Jacob is spun around and J-Kurt hits a lung blower onto the tag champ! A cover! Again Jacob finds the strength to get a shoulder up at two! J-Kurt goes to the corner and scales his way to the top.

Killswitch!

Misses!!

Jacob rolls out of harms way at the last second and J-Kurt hits hard! Jacob uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and he stumbles over to his foe. J-Kurt is dragged to his feet. Wing Clipper from Jacob! Instead of a cover, Venar locks in his Talon clutch! J-Kurt reaches for the ropes but Venar has him locked in!

J-Kurt taps!

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob just submitted J-Kurt in a hard hitting match!

The referee calls for the bell and Jacob slides off of a hurting J-Kurt.

ERIC EMERSON: The winner of this match via submission….Jacob Venar!!

Jacob rolls out of the ring before the referee can even raise his hand. He shoots a disgusted look at all those around him and makes his way towards the back.

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt put up a Hell of a fight but Jacob was….

COREY TAYLOR: Out to make a statement obviously.

The camera catches Jacob just as he’s about ready to step through the curtain when –

Superkick!

Jacob goes down and from behind the curtain it’s Chris Casino! Without missing a beat, Casino is on Venar pummeling him with right hands as ROBINSON PRO security rushes out to pull him off Venar!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino attacks Venar! This is no doubt payback for last week when Venar attacked Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: These two hate each other!

A horde of security is separating both men but this war no doubt will continue!

The popular GNR tune “My Michelle” assaults the crowd’s sensibilities – as a red and blue light show ravages the arena. And out steps perfectly dressed slime.

Making is way down the asile, sans the World title (since it was abruptly destroyed), is THE Revolutionary Marcus Marion, with a rather perturbed Bad Girl of Rebel Pro at his side. Marion and Nicole make their way to the ring, Marion with a bandage wound on the top of his forehead, covering the wound he was inflicted with.

MARCUS MARION: *pointing to would-be fans* You sheep, you might want to listen. *Marion then points to the back where the locker room is* And you, cowards…well, I am going to do Rebel… Robinson Pro a service. Don’t get used to it. I am going to address this PWA “invasion.” Heh, not the most ORIGINAL idea that ever dawned on mankind, then again nobody ever accused the PWA of groundbreaking awesomeness. Addressing farm leagues…the burden of THE World Champion…

And El Capitan.

Marion, knowing all too well how ironic that statement is, given the last few weeks, smirks. He then rubs his forehead a bit, the memory of the pain of being staple gunned is not forgotten.

MARCUS MARION: That’s right…as champion. Phoenix, you stroll into MY company with your kool-aid smile, and online college degree and you con Gordon into thinking twice about signing MY company over to you? What’s worse, you and your goons THOUGHT you were doing the lord’s work by, you know, destroying the Rebel Pro World title…

Marion pauses.

MARCUS MARION: What…did you expect me to come out into the ring and ball my eyes out because you destroyed a piece of gold and leather? You’re a “smart” guy, crunch the numbers on that..”thing”, what’s that belt worth, Phoenix? And, while you are at it, tell me how sawing a belt with an engraved image in half makes me any LESS of a champion.

And we pause for a beat.

MARCUS MARION: That ten pounds of gold and leather – it’s a symbol. Hell, I’ll say it’s a distraction. You see, I am THE Revolutionary of not just this ring or any other ring, but of the ENTIRE wrestling industry. That means I am THE locomotive here in this business. I make this business run. NOT the Rebel Pro World title. Not some PWA clown, with the charisma of bindweed, making off-hand comments, sitting in Rebel arenas.

Marion pauses.

MARCUS MARION: Heh, you bragged far and wide about how you pushed around the Rebel Pro superstars and NOBODY had the guts to stand up to you. Well…I’m in this ring right now, not flanked with a task force, but with a to-die-for valet (camera pans to Nicole), and where are you? That’s right, you’re hidden in some Afghan cave. You want to take over this company? Over my dead b…

“Whatever” by Our Lady Peace blares through the speakers as Marcus looks at the top of the ramp-way. Smoke rises from the entrance way as a hooded figure makes his way through it. The figure stands at the top of the ramp-way. From mere glance you could say he is about 7′ tall.

The figure walks up the steel steps and over the top rope. He waves for a mic before pulling back his hood and revealing who he is. “The Monster” Deacon Frost.

FROST: You know Marcus…I watched you as you allowed your ego to be the only shining light that guides you down your path. You’ve become a man that needs no company…no title. Nothing but the reassurance of your foolishness, so blinded you didn’t see the intruders sneaking in through your back door.

Frost steps closer towards Marcus.

FROST: Where Phoenix would rather sneak around, I’m a little more up front with my moves. But I assume by that smirk on your face that you don’t give two shits about what I am doing here.

Marion paces a bit, keeping a healthy distance from this unknown figure.

MARCUS MARION: So, yeah, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you rode in on the same bus as Phoenix. You assume too much. I DO care. I care more than you can ever hope to imagine. For example, I care about what currency PWA is paying you in, pesos or cents to wear that god awful hoodie. It’s so..90′s.

The fans keep their attention toward center ring, cause where else would it be?

MARCUS MARION: What do you want? If you’ve come looking for a title shot, well, as you can see, “goldie” has kicked the bucket. You’ll just have to wait until this company, in all its brilliance, binds me a new and improved, trusty World title that is impervious to being cut in half.

You talk about my “foolish” pride. Yeah…makes a lot of sense. I am THE standard of excellence in this company. Why do you think Jacob Venar just can’t get enough of my blonde goodness? Casino, he’ll namedrop me from here until eternity, and why? It’s because I am THE star of this company. Nobody touches my greatness. When I let him “get in my car” during the Demi-god days, at titty bars, away from the cameras prejudiced eye, he sobbed openly that I was his hero…it’s my gift and my curse.

Frost takes over, caring very little for Marion’s showboating.

FROST: First off, I’m not here on the behalf of the PWA. I’m here because underneath the bullshit that you sell the fans, you have what it takes to be something great. You just need that spark. And right now you have no spark. All you are is the champion in a company where no one really challenges you. That is until now…

Taking that almost personally, Marion responds with..

MARCUS MARION: Nobody challenges me, eh? Well…there must be a reason for it, Sherlock. Maybe it’s because I am head and shoulders above every man on this roster. Yes, every man. *Marion locks eyes with Frost* You want to make me into something…wondrous. You want to make me into something great? I AM wondrously great. PWA didn’t send you, so you are not doing mission work – you are here on your own accord. What, couldn’t find gainful employment shining shoes on the corner?

Your presence here, well…it nauseates me. I’m telling you flat out that if you want a title shot, you’ll have to pick a number and stand in line just like EVERYONE else. Nobody gets any freebie shots at MY trinket. And nobody lives off my dime by co-starring in MY M.E, unless I say so.

FROST: A title shot…hahaha, that’s what you think this is about. Listen, I am a Hall of Famer. I’ve collected more titles than you have breathed on. I’m not here to become World Champion of a company that can’t defend their own doors. I’m here to see if you truly are as good as you think and say you are or if you really are only as good…as the talent on the roster.

You can keep your belt…because it seems that is the only thing that you feel can validate you. I’m here to give you a chance to prove this isn’t all smoke and mirrors.

Marion inhales and exhales, then presses his mic up to his lips – venom is in his words.

MARCUS MARION: Whatever. You want a shot at THE World title just like any other man with a dollar and a dream does. So I am not buying the whole “self improvement is masturbation” babble. You are either insanely stupid, completely whacked, or brilliant – perhaps all three. You know stepping into the ring with me would INSTANTLY raise your value. But at what cost? *Marion looks at Frost’s clothes, mocking him* Judging by your threads, you obviously haven’t meant anything to ANYONE in a long time. So I accept your challenge. But Frost, I am in no rush. You are small potatoes – I have other matters that require my attention. But I’ll get “back to you”.

The lights fade and the image of a bird erupting into flames fill Megavision, while a voice over fills the speakers; it is the voice of The Phoenix.

PHOENIX: You two will wrestle, when I say you will wrestle. For now though, Marion you are not the World Champion so get out of my ring. Deacon Frost… you are nothing so get out of my damn building.

Security rush down to remove Deacon Frost who does not even bother fighting them off while Marion and Nicole calmly walk to the back.

“This Moment” hits up and the lights begin to bounce around from side to side in many carnival colors as The Freak comes down to the ring tossing out t-shirts to the few fans that managed to get room in the Aggression Arena. The T-shirt on the front reads “Did You Miss Me?” and on the back “Guess Not” is under a bloody countenance of The Freak.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring, he is the challenger and stands at five feet seven inches while weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds… THE FREAK!

Freak flips over the top rope and into the ring.

“Slip It In” hits up in the speakers as the crowd come to their feet. The lights dance around the Aggression Arena as Marina Blue walks down the ramp to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Now making her way to the ring standing at five feet three inches and one hundred and twenty-three pounds, she is the current and defending Robinson Pro Aggression Champion… MARINA BLUE!

Marina doesn’t have far to walk before she is right at the ring where she steps into the ring and faces The Freak.

DING DING

Freak with a elbow to the side of the head and newly appointed Senior Referee Lance Weston warns him about the blow; Freak turns to look at him. Marina connects with a kick to the side of his head sending Freak stumbling into the ropes, just past Lance. Freak bounces off the ropes, but Marina with a snap suplex takes him to the canvas into a bridge pin.

ONE!

TW

Freak gets a shoulder up.

JON MCDANIEL: Freak showing some resiliency there.

COREY TAYLOR: Give him time, he’ll flop like usual.

Marina rolls to her feet. Standing dropkick sends Freak into the corner, but Marina flies to land on his shoulders.

Hurrican…

Freak counters with a spinebuster and stays for the pin.

ONE!

Tw

Marina rolls a shoulder up, Freak is mezmorized Give by the big lumps on Marina’s front and how they move when she rolls her shoulder. Shut Down yells at Freak to get his attention and Freak nods. The Freak rolls over to his feet, sending a kick into the ribs of Marina before pulling her up to her feet. Freak with an Irish whip sends Marina into the ropes, he follows in with a shoulder block sending the two outside. Lance Weston immediately begins to count, having been told that his job depends on it.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

JON MCDANIEL: Lance with a rapid count here.

COREY TAYLOR: Its about time we get some order around here.

Freak quickly rolls Marina back into the ring as the count reaches a fast seven. Freak springs to the top, then dives forward with a split legged leg drop onto canvas as Marina manages to roll just out of the way. Freak rolls up to his feet, holding at his backside in some pain but he tries to hit the ropes. Marina rushes in with a swift leg kick to Freak’s injured leg before using a Dragon Screw Legwhip to take him down to the canvas. Marina leaps to the top, back flipping onto Freak to hook the leg for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH

Freak gets a shoulder up and Marina helps him on up to his feet. Kick to the ribs of the Challenger gets her some more advantage before she shoves him into the corner. Marina flies in with a scissorkick nearly decapitating The Freak. Marina climbs up to the middle rope before flipping Freak out of there with a perfectly executed monkey flip.

JON MCDANIEL: Beautiful form there.

COREY TAYLOR: Tell… me… about… it…

JON MCDANIEL: I mean the Monkey Flip.

COREY TAYLOR: Um… yeah… me too.

Marina wraps Freak’s arm around her leg before falling back to hyperextend his elbow, but Freak rolls towards her and into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Marina able to shove Freak off.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet she does that alot.

Freak up and off the ropes, but Marina catches him and using his own momentum slams him with a running body slam onto the center of the ring. Marina up and climbing to the top turnbuckle.

JON MCDANIEL: Um… is her finisher really called the Dirt Pipe Milkshake?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, maybe Mr. Phoenix will do something about that name.

Marina leaps as Freak gets up to his feet, but he just catches her legs and spins around with a slam to the canvas. Freak rolls up to his feet, wiping sweat from his forehead before pulling Marina up to her feet. Freak stomps down on the side of her knee, to stop her fast paced action and dare devil moves. Marina rolls over kicking Freak in the side of the head, but he counters by catching her ankle. Freak rolls her up into a sharpshooter and Marina grunts in pain… but it sounds like pleasure as she moans and groans.

COREY TAYLOR: How can the best owner in the world, Mr. Phoenix, let someone like Marina Blue continue to wrestle?

Marina reaches the ropes and grabs it. Lance Weston is there to count.

One!

Freak leans back and Lance is there to tell him to break the hold or he is disqualified! Freak suddenly remembers and drops the hold, turning to Lance to ask about a five count when Marina rolls him up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE

Freak rolls out of the pin and up to his feet. Dropkick right to Marina’s face has her flat on her back. Freak hitting the ropes, rolling thunder spring up into a leg drop across her throat and he covers for a quick pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

Marina in the ropes stopping the count. Freak pulls her out of the ropes, Irish whip into the corner, he follows in, spearing her in the midsection. Freak with an uppercut rocks her to a vertical position. Freak climbs up, pounding down with one closed fist. Lance Weston there to warn him about the closed fist and if he sees it

again, Freak is disqualified! Freak looks down before leaping onto Blue’s shoulders and sending her sliding across the ring with a hurricanrana. Freak up to his feet, listening to the crowd cheer him on, those fans that still love him anyways. Freak bounds past Marina, jumping to the middle rope and backwards with a lionsault, but Marina isn’t there!

COREY TAYLOR: That is what hardcore fighting gets you, not knowing where your opponent is. Too many shots to the head if you ask me.

JON MCDANIEL: Good thing I didn’t then huh?

Freak holds at his midsection and gets up to his feet. Marina with a closed fist right to Freak’s jewels and he goes down in a heap. Lance Weston is there to warn Marina as well, but he forgets what he is saying as Marina saunters up to him and uses her feminine charmas against him. Marina up to the top, corkscrewing into a moonsault onto Freak. Marina up and kicking Freak right in the head before forcing him up to his feet where she kicks him in the ribs violently. Marina with another vicious kick and a third before Freak is in the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Marina showing that she has some talent in the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Speaking of the ring, isn’t the Robinson Pro ring grand?

JON MCDANIEL: Yeah, the gold turnbuckles, gold ring ropes, and gold canvas are just charming.

Marina leaps to the top, sending Freak to the canvas with a stunning enzeguri to the back of his head. Marina signals for her finisher a second time in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Here goes Marina, signaling for her filthy named finisher.

Shut Down tries to distract her, but she just leaps as Freak gets up to his shaky feet.

DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE CONNECTS!

Marina covers Freak in the center of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Robinson Pro Aggression Champion…. Marina Blue!

Darkness surrounds us, we hear the rustling of tree leaves, combined with the solid steps on a dirt road. This continues for a few moments, as we see an eerie shot of an old door. We pan to the sky, a storm is coming. The door is slowly opened and in this room we see things that are usually in a little girl’s room. Barbie dolls and My Little Pony figurines are in a toy chest filled to the brim. Of course, there’s a lot of pink in this room, butterfly designs on the wall. Sitting on the bed in a red summer dress is a little girl, no older than 3, looking up at whoever is in this room.

“Daddy, can I sit by you on the plane?”

BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots are heard, as we get a close up of the face of Fallen Angel, his eyes closed, his teeth grit, pain etched across his face, even a small tear comes streaming down. The room is now empty, as back track out of the room, finding ourselves back outside, looking up at the storm clouds moving in. The hollow voice of Fallen Angel speaks.

“When I was young, the world was a peaceful place, or at least, it was peaceful within my own little world. Then they took them, all of them, mother, father, dearest Tina. I forged on. I became dark, twisted, hunting down killers, doing it all in the name of some kind of justice known only to me. I was jailed. I was institutionalized. I won back my sanity. I inflicted fear and released my inner torment in the ring for over a decade, but the monster, it will not sleep. This hellacious beast is still out for blood, the breaking of bones, the maiming of foolish dreams.”

“It is still out for redemption and revenge.”

We pan down to the pale face of Fallen Angel, clad in a dark crimson trenchcoat, holding his traditional black sceptre cane.

“Rebel Pro, I continue to search for peace, and I believe I will find peace in you. Oh yes I will. For I will find peace by destroying each and every one of you. This is no gimmick. This is no joke. For a long time I have known by many names, most notably The Epitome Of Evil, and it has been a fitting moniker for that time. Now as I go closer to my 40th year on this God forsaken planet, all you need to remember is that I am a demented soul, I cling tight to memories of those I loved. I love my wife, I love my only son, but till me, when will they be taken from me? When will this land, this house, this career, be taken from me? Because my mind..hahaha..as you can see..is already gone.”

“Rebel Pro this is no longer a game..I cannot hold back the hounds of hell..for they are no longer tame!!”

Fallen Angel tilts his head back in sick, sadistic laughter, as we fade to a black screen with red gothic text..

FALLEN ANGEL..COMING TONIGHT!

Aggression
Mathis City Auditorium

Valdosta, Ga

October 8, 2010

“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!

We fade back into the arena after that opening video and subsequent brief commercial break.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to ringside for –

LISA SELDON: For me! PWA General Manager Lisa Seldon, stepping in as special commentator in place of the other guy I told to get the fuck out.

ROB MARTINEZ: For one match only and then she’s going away, ideally forever, and taking anything to do with the PWA with her.

LISA SELDON: Oh man that’s harsh, and after I came all the way to Georgia to… I don’t know; say sorry or something for having all your shit trashed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whatever, let’s just get this match over with.

Johnny Maverick gets within inches of the ring before Reaver comes streaking through the ropes with a Tope Con-Hilo, sending both men spilling back down the isle way.

LISA SELDON: Guess he doesn’t want anything to do with the shitty ring either.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, thanks for that by the way.

LISA SELDON: What, I didn’t do it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not directly, but you should keep your guys on a shorter leash.

LISA SELDON: Well yeah, probably.

Reaver jumps to his feet first and is immediately tackled into the rail. Johnny holds on as Reaver drops a Sledgehammer shot against his back. It’s not enough to phaze him though as Johnny rises up with an elbow through his chin before dropping back into a Legsweep to sit Reaver on the floor. Johnny then shatters his skull with a kick that crushes him against the rail once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick strikes first blood. So what do you want out here anyway?

LISA SELDON: Other than to show face and make a public apology?

ROB MARTINEZ: Essentially yeah.

LISA SELDON: Well, I wanna see my buddy J-Dogg tear off this Kalis kid’s face and I figured it would be a lot more fun in person.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well then it least this will be enthusiastic.

Johnny turns his attention to the ringside area and comes back with a chair, but the break gives Reaver a chance to recover, and as Johnny returns, he staggers forward, kicks up and comes around with his heel at the back of Johnny’s skull. Johnny slumps to a knee and let’s go of the chair, allowing Reaver to snatch it up and pitch it at Johnny’s head. The two meet with a sicken thud before Johnny falls forward with the chair wrapped around his neck.

LISA SELDON: And the quarterback is toast.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick looked to be running away with things, but Reaver isn’t about to let him.

Reaver drops a few kicks on Johnny before turning his attention below the ring. After a few moments of searching, Reaver pulls a table out of his way and comes up with a spool of barbedwire that has the fans screaming.

LISA SELDON: So, what, you keep stuff like that under there just in case?

ROB MARTINEZ: We like to prepare for all eventualities.

Reaver secures himself a second chair and begins to tangle it in barbedwire before hefting it up in the air for the fans approval. He then turns to catch Johnny Maverick staggering toward him and slides him under the bottom rope. Johnny then gets about as far as his knees before Reaver brings the chair down hard across his back; piercing wire through his flesh before ripping it free, taking most of his shirt and a fair amount of skin with it.

LISA SELDON: Well fuck; that was a perfectly nice shirt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Probably more worried about his back if you ask me.

LISA SELDON: I don’t know, guy really likes his tees.

Johnny does his best to crawl away but Reaver is on him with another shot that rips through him once more A third shot tears of a scalp as it catches Johnny high between his shoulderblades before getting caught in his hair. Johnny goes down and Reaver flips him over before dropping the chair down on his chest and planting his foot, grating the barbs back and forth, much to the pleasure of the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: And now Reaver is just grinding him out.

Reaver stamps the chair down and raises a hand to the crowd. He then turns to the ropes to give him a springboard which he turns over into a twisting Senton Bomb. It proves to be a mistake though as Johnny gets the chair up between his knees and hands and let’s Reaver come crashing down on top. The fans rejoice as he rolls away howling.

LISA SELDON: And Reaver fucks up big time, like that was ever going to work in the first place.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, his mantra does seem to be win at all costs.

LISA SELDON: Sure looks like a winner now.

Johnny staggers back to his feet and despite already looking a mess he manages to throw himself into a knee that catches Reaver in the chest and puts him into the corner. Johnny then goes down himself, starting to look a little worse for ware from the blood loss, but he perseveres and fights back to his feet.

LISA SELDON: He’d have been champion you know if it wasn’t for God damn Riona Langly ruining everything.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was your champion that our own Marina Blue beat, wasn’t it?

LISA SELDON: Let’s not pretend beating Langly is anything special.

With Reaver down, Johnny snatches up the barbedwire chair and begins to unwrap it. The fans start to turn until they catch sight of his plan, as Johnny begins twisting the wire around his own leg.

LISA SELDON: Johnny taking a page out of his little brother’s play book, or maybe it’s his own. I don’t know, I don’t often get to see him wrap stuff in barbedwire and beat people with it in the PWA.

ROB MARTINEZ: More full you, because this is clearly where he’s at his best.

Johnny leads Reaver out of the corner and then sticks him with a hard Roundhouse Kick. A fairly heavy looking Gi takes most of the barbs but it’s still enough to knock Reaver to his back. Johnny winces just a little but seems otherwise unphased as he lets Reaver sit up and then wings another kick at him. This one goes wide though as Reaver ducks out of the way and then rolls forward to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver back up.

LISA SELDON: Surprisingly agile for a man who may have just punctured a vital organ.

Reaver then comes back with a few rights and lefts before taking a step back to rip off an Enzugiri, Johnny gets his arms up to block the blow and put Reaver back to the mat. He does his best to get up again but comes up right into Johnny’s grasp, who takes his Gi in both hands and pulls it up over his head.

LISA SELDON: Hockey fight!

With his arms trapped and unable to see, Reaver walks right into another Roundhouse to the stomach, this one catching into flesh and ripping it right open. Reaver goes down again and does what he can to cover up, but his arms are still tied and utterly defenseless as Maverick takes a step to the side and drives a kick down across his back. It splits flesh again and leaves Reaver bleeding on all sides, but Maverick doesn’t let up and lifts him with a Front Kick that skins his chest.

LISA SELDON: If I ever learned anything from the Gracie’s, it’s never where a Gi to a fight where you don’t have to.

ROB MARTINEZ: Also don’t let your opponent wrap himself in barbedwire and kick the shit out of you.

LISA SELDON: Figured that was just a given.

Reaver finally sheds the Gi and comes up with a daring right hand, but Johnny drops low with a right hand in the gut to double him over. He then takes a step to the side, adopts a few Karate poses just for the fun of it and then let’s go with a Roundhouse Kick that tears through the back of his head.

LISA SELDON: Goodnight Seattle!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick cleaning house tonight!

Reaver goes down in a heap and Johnny rolls him for the cover.

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ROB MARTINEZ: And Reaver shoots up an arm at the last second.

LISA SELDON: Wonder why he bothered; unless he really likes getting raped.

ROB MARTINEZ: He promised Kalis nothing short of evisceration and he means to get the job done.

LISA SELDON: Yeah and I’m sure he’s really hurting Mav’s leg getting kicked over and over again.

Johnny seems surprised more than anything to find Reaver fighting back up, but that doesn’t stop him firing off another kick through the chest as Reaver gets to his knees. This shot puts Reaver back into the ropes and leaves him open for Maverick to drag him to his feet, catch him in the Muay-Thai Plum and hold him down into an earth shattering knee. Reaver then springs bolt up right from the blow, only to be caught with a few vicious stabs and gouges about the face and throat before Johnny turns into a Spinning Backfist that catches him on the side of the head.

LISA SELDON: Johnny busting out Krav Maga.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good thing we play fast and loose with the rules. Do you let him just go around stabbing people in the eyes.

LISA SELDON: I know I do.

Reaver looks wobbled and Johnny takes advantage by bouncing him off the ropes while he cross the ring and out to the apron on the opposite side. Johnny then pulls the wire up over his knee and waits for Reaver to stagger into position before he takes off with a Springboard to the centre of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick takes flight with the Tony Jaa.

LISA SELDON: With out one guy being on fire and the other riding a Motorcycle, this move seems pointless to me.

Johnny Maverick kicks up a knee but Reaver has the wherewithal to fall back; catching Johnny’s leg and dragging him down to as he impales him to the mat. Johnny’s face pales as he comes down fully on one knee; piercing strands of barbedwire ripping through it for good measure.

LISA SELDON: Oow!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the kind of move that’ll mess

up a career real quick.

Johnny tries to test his balance but Reaver lunges at him with a Basement Dropkick that whips him back to the floor. It’s then a scramble for Reaver to find his feet and get the chair before wheeling around, leaping up and coming down with an Arabian Facebuster that splatters Johnny’s nose across the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick is suddenly in a hell of a lot of trouble but Reaver really should have went back to that leg.

LISA SELDON: I very much doubt he was aiming.

Reaver struggles to get Johnny into the corner and then drives home a shouldertrust to quieten him down. He then props open the chair in front of Johnny and sets himself up in the opposite corner to give himself some room.

ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver is clearly in command and setting up for something big, but I can’t understand why he isn’t going after the injury.

LISA SELDON: Because Johnny will fight on with one leg and probably beat him too.

Reaver then takes off running, steps up to the chair and wraps up Johnny for a Hurricanrana, but instead of flipping, he grabs Johnny around the back of the head and falls back, bring him down throat first across the backrest of the chair like a Guillotine.

LISA SELDON: Johnny Maverick just got murderised.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the kinda move that’s going to cause him serious problems in this match… possibly life in general.

The fans recoil in disgust as Maverick rolls away struggling for breath before Reaver jumps on him for the cover.

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ROB MARTINEZ: And Johnny surges back to life!

Reaver comes down on Johnny with a few right hands as he tries to get away before dropping back into the ropes to recover. Reaver looks a state at this point, bleeding from punctures all across his back and head, while all of his chest that remains is a patchwork of flesh and blood. Meanwhile, Johnny doesn’t look much better, with gashes up and down his back and chest, while what’s left of his face hides behind a mask of gore. Still the fans cheer them on though, and it’s Reaver who moves first, retiring to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like barbedwire wasn’t enough, and now he wants something else.

LISA SELDON: I hope its fire.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think we can afford to lose another ring at this point.

LISA SELDON: If the place goes up I’ll buy you a new one.

ROB MARTINEZ: You should be buying us a new one anyway.

Reaver starts off by dragging the discarded table from earlier to the ring. The fans show their appreciation, but Reaver isn’t done in his search, and after a few moments searching he comes up with something in hand. The crowd nearby explodes.

LISA SELDON: He’s got lighter-fluid! And matches! There’s totally going to be fire!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re never going to get insured in this country again.

Reaver staggers back to the ring and drops a few kicks to Maverick for safe keeping before turning his attention to the table. He then props it up centre stage and dumps Maverick on top… and then picks up the lighterfluid and matches once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s – he’s going to set him on fire!?

LISA SELDON: This is exactly how we lost Bubba J in the PWA at the hands of Kalis. Like teacher like student I guess.

Reaver holds the lighterfluid up for all to see before stalking over to Maverick with the bottle in hand. He gets to close though, and Maverick comes alive long enough to kick it out of his hand. He then knocks Reaver away and rolls from the table to the mat where he uses the ropes to steady himself. The two throw right hands that each get blocked, but Johnny manages to come out the winner on this exchange with a Headbutt between the eyes that knocks Reaver away. The lighterfluid then finds its way to Maverick.

LISA SELDON: The tables have turned! And by tables, I of course mean fire.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is this; you got a fire fetish or something?

LISA SELDON: I think I might.

Johnny takes the lighterfluid in his left and then drenches his right hand without giving it a second thought. The fans are in an uproar but Johnny goes one better, cracking a match and letting his hand go up in a ball of flame.

ROB MARTINEZ: My God.

LISA SELDON: Fucking fuck yeah J-Man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Most people use tape, but he just lit-up his hand!

Johnny fans the flames before taking a run at Reaver, catching him on the turn running through him with a horrendous flaming Palm-Strike.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Oh Fuck My Face!

LISA SELDON: I believe it would actually be the Oh Fuck My Face Is Burning.

Johnny runs through Reaver, who’s mask initially goes up in a blaze. Luckily for him Johnny pounces for the cover, and the flames die when the two collide on the mat.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Rever kicks out again!?

LISA SELDON: Fuck me. Kid just needs to learn to die already.

Reaver scrambles across the floor, his mask black and in tatters, but he survives for now as Johnny falls into a Dropkick to drive him to the ropes. He then turns with the lighterfluid and sets the table up in flames for good measure.

LISA SELDON: Exactly what we needed. More fire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well if you like seeing things get destroyed, you should have been here last week.

LISA SELDON: What’s it going to take to get you to let that go?

ROB MARTINEZ: Buying us a new ring, putting the Phoenix in it and then burning it to the ground.

LISA SELDON: Now who is obsessed?

Johnny Maverick drags whatever is left of Reaver to the corner near the table. He then drapes him over his shoulders and begins to ascend the ropes facing into the ring. The fans rise with every step, but Reaver proves to have a little fight left in him as he begins sinking elbows into the side of his head until he loosens his grip. Johnny finally lets go and Reaver drops to his feet on the apron before leaping up with an Enzugiri to the back of Johnny’s head to leave him seated on the top buckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick is in trouble, and it looks like it’s about to get worse.

Reaver takes a deep breath as he takes up the reigns. He then exhales as he shoots himself onto the top-rope, twists and then catches Maverick with a stunning Hurricanrana before pulling back and annihilating Johnny, sending him crashing down in a heap of burning wreckage. The referee is already on hand with a fire extinguisher and douses the flames before they get out of control, but the damage is done.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny is out! He’s done!

LISA SELDON: And the fans are… really happy about it apparently.

ROB MARTINEZ: They love a good bloodbash and they’re certainly getting one tonight.

Reaver manages to land on his feet, but he only for a few seconds before he falls back into the ring and clutches onto a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: And this match is over!

LISA SELDON: So do your guys just explode and maim each other all day?

ROB MARTINEZ: Pretty much. Can’t yours?

LISA SELDON: Ugh, no, I have to deal with censors. Every time someone pricks finger I get an FCC warning.

ROB MARTINEZ: So what happens when Kalis starts shooting at people?

LISA SELDON: Police take him out back and go Rodney King on him.

“Duel of the Fates” by John Williams kicks up again as the referee separates the men from the wreckage. Reaver struggles to the ropes with what little strength he has left while the referee helps Johnny from the ring.

LISA SELDON: Well guy, this has been fun, and I hope one day I get to come back and watch more stuff blown up, but for now I’ve got some stuff to attend to.

ROB MARTINEZ: What, like going to Larry Gorden to apologise for the actions of your guys on our shows and then beg him not to sue you?

LISA SELDON: Pfft.

Lisa climbs over the announce desk, apparently too lazy to go around the old fashioned way, and slides into the ring. She doesn’t waste time in getting a hold of the chair, looking over Reaver with a smile and then reeling off a homerun swing that smashes him across the side of the face.

ROB MARTINEZ: God damn PWA guys always fucking around on our shows.

The referee dives to intervene but Lisa shrugs him off and then plants Reaver with another blow to flatten him out before tossing the chair aside. She then draws the remains of Reaver up to his knees and gives him a smile before touching to two fingers to her lips and placing them against his forehead, in a sort of farewell gesture, before she rips off a vile Roundhouse Kick from the left that splits a crack down the side of his skull. Reaver goes down in a heap, pooling in his own blood just a little more.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Lisa Seldon adds to the body count tonight as she drills Reaver with a vicious Buzzsaw Kick upside the head. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m guessing that’s the end of these two competitors for the night.

Lisa Seldon dusts herself off and then slips out of the ring before anyone on security can stop her. She then bounces out of the set like it was nothing at all. The fans are, well, confused, as we jump back to the commentary position.

COREY TAYLOR: Fucking PWA. First they wreck our belt and our set and now they’re stealing our commentary jobs and giving our guys brain hemorrhages, when they were already perfectly capable of doing that themselves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, to be fair, I don’t think this had anything to do with getting one over Rebel Pro, and more to do with some issue over in their company that I don’t give a damn about.

~Commercial~

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, this next match, I’m not quite sure how to segway this one.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because this match is a joke, that’s why! It’s an insult to anyone who puts on a pair of wrestling boots and fine tunes themselves into a wrestling technician.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I wouldn’t go that far Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Well that’s because you’re like all these hee haws around here who find enjoyment in watching an old man eat bacon and try to compete with guys 40 years younger than him, or even more! This is an outrage!

ROB MARTINEZ: Calm down, calm down. Folks, we have Grandpa Gary, a fan favorite in every sense of the word, going up against one of the smuggest sons of-

COREY TAYLOR: Hey now, now who needs calm down? Chris Casino is wrestling personified, just because he doesn’t kiss the asses of these inbred fans doesn’t mean he’s any less of the skilled professional he tells us he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Skilled no doubt, but professional? That I highly doubt Corey. Let’s send it down to Jenny Jersey!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..

“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana fills the arena, as the fans instantly recognize the music and begin booing Casino before he even emerges. After a moment, Casino emerges, and to the shock of everyone, but not to Casino himself, there is a small cheering section developing for a man who is somewhat based out of Georgia.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220lbs, he is CHRIS CASINO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.

COREY TAYLOR: Wow, you’re good Rob. Of course he’s not. Like I said, this is an outrage that a man of Casino’s caliber is competing with a walking corpse like Grandpa Gary.

Casino looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, even shaking his head in disgust at the poor excuse for a ring in front of him. He enters the ring and with a sly grin towards the crowd, awaits his opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent..

“House Of The Rising Sun” by The Animals starts up as the fans in attendance rise to their feet in excitement and praise for this retired cop from Minnesota.

COREY TAYLOR: Good God, are these people nuts? They’re responding like Ric Flair or Terry Funk entered the arena! It’s just an over the hill nobody people! Simmer down!

ROB MARTINEZ: You don’t get it, do you Corey? These people love Grandpa Gary because he is a retired cop, he spent most of his life defending the people of his hometown, and in that they have embraced him as one of their own.

COREY TAYLOR: Wow Rob, that’s deep. You sure its not how they both love bacon on, well everything?

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing at an undisclosed weight, from Duluth, Minnesota, he is GRANDPA GARY!!

The fans are going ballistic as a loud “GRANDPA GARY!” chant erupts, Chris Casino gritting his teeth in annoyance. Gary begins making his way around the ring, but before he can enter he’s hit with a sharp right shot from behind by Casino!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on! No respect from Casino, none at all!

COREY TAYLOR: Way I see it, this company doesn’t respect Casino, why should he respect anyone?

Grandpa is down on his knees as Casino backs up and runs, punting Grandpa right in the face. Grandpa is on his back, blood beginning to pour out of his head from the kick, his eyes seemingly glazed over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god, no! Somebody has to stop this, Grandpa Gary doesn’t know where he is!

COREY TAYLOR: As compared to times when he does? Ha! He looks as glazed over as the donuts he used to eat!

Casino begins stomping away at Grandpa, the crowd incited by these actions, and Casino is just getting started. He grabs the old man by the hair and begins slamming him headfirst into the corner post. Over..and over..and over again, the ring post splattered with the blood of the retired Minnesota beat cop. Casino swipes some blood from the ring post and looks down at it with disgust, wiping it on his tights. Grandpa is staggering around ringside, his face a complete bloody mess.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, this is enough!

COREY TAYLOR: See ya in the obituaries ya old fart!

Casino grabs Grandpa and whips him hard into the stool nearby, Grandpa in a heap by the aisle. You can hear children literally crying over the treatment Casino is giving his revered opponent. Casino stops and laughs, pumping his fists in the air, as a full cup of beer splatters onto his chest. As Casino turns, a glass beer bottle nearly misses connecting with his skull. Casino goes to bring Grandpa to his feet and is met with a claw to the face by the old man, the crowd sparking to the aid of Grandpa Gary!

COREY TAYLOR: Who does this idiot think he is, Kerry Von Erich?

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe he does, who cares? All that matters is there’s still fight left in this man!

Grandpa backs Casino up, letting go, then firing off chops, one after the other, making Casino’s chest red with impact. As Grandpa goes in for the kill, Casino suddenly pulls a super kick out of nowhere, sending Grandpa back down in a heap.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God what a super kick by Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: That stupid claw and those chops just pissed Chris off, and that’s the result!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is Casino doing this? STOP IT GODDAMN IT! STOP IT!

COREY TAYLOR: Take a chill pill Martinez. It’s all there as clear as crystal, Chris Casino is proving to all those idiots on staff that he deserves a title shot, and he’s doing it at this old fossil’s expense!

ROB MARTINEZ: But Gary never did a damn thing to Casino, not a damn thing!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, but he did. He was signed on the dotted line here in Rebel. He showed up. I told you Martinez, this man competing in Rebel is an insult to all the younger, more talented wrestlers like Casino, and this is his middle finger to Gary, to Larry Gordon, to you, and to every other moron who believes a 60 year old man belongs in the same ring with a wrestling machine like Chris Casino.

Casino slides a lifeless Grandpa Gary into the ring. He brings the old man to his feet, facing him towards the crowd. With one last smug look at the crowd, Casino drops Grandpa with Bankrupt Version 2.0, slamming Gary’s head hard into the mat. Casino rolls over the old man and gives a half hearted pin attempt, yelling at a disgusted Jimmy Johnson.

CASINO: Count it, Gear Box!

Johnson goes for the pin, slamming one hand down..then a second..he holds the final count high in the air, shaking his head, before slamming it down a final time.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this bout..Chris..Casino!

Casino thrusts his arms high in the air, as everyone from Jimmy Johnson, to Rob Martinez, who comes from his announce position, to Jenny Jersey herself, check on the seemingly lifeless Grandpa Gary.

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the building and from the back to a huge reaction is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions.

JACOB: Casino…

Jacob is shaking his head.

JACOB(Indicating Gary) Nice to know that you can beat up on old men, but… how about someone nearer to your own age?

Jacob indicates himself.

Casino grabs a mic from Jenny Jersey.

CASINO: I think I did that well enough last week Venar, when you find some talent… come back and talk.

Casino shoves the mic into Jenny’s hand and exits the ring.

JACOB: Well, if you are going to run away…

Jacob leaps catching Casino with a front kick right to his face.

JACOB: I’ll just have to stop you.

The crowd roars as they help Grandpa Gary to the back past these two men exchanging blows back and forth. Venar with a roundhouse punch rocks Casino back into the railing, but Casino fires back with a right of his own. Venar is holding his own, tripping Casino up with a drop toe hold right into the step ladder serving as the ring steps. Jacob whips Casino into the ringpost where he first caused Gary to bleed earlier in the match.

JACOB:(to the crowd with a handfull of Casino’s hair) HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Casino fires a right into Venar’s ribs, but a quick elbow on his neck stops any more moves for the mean time. Venar with a Falcon Punch sends Casino down.

JACOB:(again to the crowd) You want tables!

Of course they do, and he obliges with a table from under the ring and sets it up. Jacob with a scoop slam onto the table before he climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Venar looking for a SMW!

COREY TAYLOR: What does he think he is proving? Attacking a man after such a grueling match.

Venar runs, springing up to the top turnbuckle with a SMW!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

Venar rolls up to his feet, dusts off his hands, and with one last look at Casino’s body… walks away smiling.

~Commercial~

COREY TAYLOR: You know it’s been a week since the attack on REBEL from Phoenix and his group, you’d think we’d have a new ring by now. Look at that thing, it’s older than that suit you’re wearing Rob! Gray ring ropes, smudges on the canvas and turnbuckle pads that look like they were attacked by George The Animal Steel!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I understand we’ll have a new ring next week and don’t talk about my suits. At least I still don’t live at home with my mother.

We cut to the afore mentioned ring and see the ever lovely Jenny Jersey standing in the Fugly and slightly dirty wrestling ring.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Aggression Championship!!!

“Slip It In” by Black Flag hits and so do the wolf whistles!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, she hails from North Hollywood, CA and weighs in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!!

Marina saunters out to a big pop from the raucous REBEL crowd! No doubt many of whom have seen her past feature films.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, he is the reigning REBEL Aggression Champion…..

“It ain’t cocky mother fucker if you can back it up!” blasts though the PA and the building seems to shake!

JENNY JERSEY: hailing from Paducah, Kentucky and now fighting out of Durham, NC, he weighs in at 230 pounds…”The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!

Kurtis steps out from the back to a huge pop and plays up to his fans as he makes his way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis wasting no time in defending his newly won Aggression Title!

COREY TAYLOR: I bet he loses it tonight! God I hate Chad.

Kurtis enters the ring, hands the title belt off to a departing Jenny Jersey and smiles at Marina Blue. Referee Alan Stone checks each wrestler and calls for the bell!

The two cautiously circle each other. A swift side kick from Blue catches Kurtis in the thigh. Another UFC style kick to the thigh and Kurtis winces. They tie up in the center of the ring. Side headlock from Kurtis. Standing switch to a reverse hammerlock by ‘The Show.’ Blue backs Kurtis against the ropes and we get a clean break. Another collar and elbow tie up. Blue with the side headlock. Kurtis backs her into the ropes and shoots her off. Kurtis drops down and Blue leaps over him and gets caught with a Japanese arm drag on the rebound from the opposite ropes. Blue quickly to her feet. Blue rushes into a high hip toss! The challenger rolls out of the ring as Kurtis smiles.

ROB MARTINEZ: A little feeling out going on here.

COREY TAYLOR: I bet Chad wants a ‘feeling out’ with Marina!

Blue back into the ring and the two tie up. Side headlock from Blue. Kurtis drives a pair of forearm shots into the ribs of Blue but she keeps her grip. Kurtis hooks her and takes her up and over with a side suplex! Amazingly Blue retains her grip and even manages to roll over to a seated position! Kurtis fights his way to his feet and Blue quickly snapmares him to the mat. Kurtis up quickly! Low dropkick to the knee of Kurtis! The Champion drops to one knee to takes a shinning wizard from the challenger! Blue attempts a pin but Kurtis kicks out at one. Blue pulls Kurtis to his feet and shots him to the far corner. She follows him in and gets dropped by a Bluegrass Breeze! Kurtis grabs Blue and pulls her into position for his ‘CK Finale!’ leg trip by Blue and she floats over into a pin attempt! Referee Alan Stone makes a count of two before Kurtis bridges up with Blue! Kurtis spins around and takes Blue to the mat with a backslide pin attempt. Blue kicks out at two!

COREY TAYLOR: This is boring. Someone brake out a weed whacker!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re hopeless.

Kurtis is up first but takes a shoulder block to his already targeted knee! Kurtis drops to a kneeling position and Blue hits the ropes. Blue snaps off a hurricanrana that effectively DDTs Kurtis into the mat! Blue rolls to the outside as the champ rolls over onto his back holding his head. Springboard legdrop from the sultry ex porn star! She hooks the leg but Chad gets a shoulder up at two! Marina pulls Chad to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Chad executes a springboard moonsault onto a surprised Blue and it’s quickly followed up by a reverse DDT! Chad hesitates a moment before going for the cover as he rubs some feeling into his knee. Blue gets a foot on the bottom rope at the two count. Kurtis starts to pull Blue to her feet and takes a stiff slap across the face! A ‘You got bitch slapped!’ chant erupts as Blue connects with another stiff open handed slap across the face followed up by a spinning back fist that stuns ‘The Show.’ Blue hits the ropes but gets dropped by a dropkick from Kurtis! Kurtis pulls Blue to her feet and hoists her up onto the top turnbuckle. Kurtis springboards himself to the top rope. Hurricanrana off the top! Blue lands in the center of the ring and Kurtis quickly goes to the corner!

BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!

MISSES!!

Blue rolls out of the way at the last second and Kurtis eats canvas!

COREY TAYLOR: HAHA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you take you clonezapam this morning?

COREY TAYLOR: Hell no, I don’t have insurance and I can’t afford it! I’m goin’ cold turkey! Wooooo!!

Blue has rolled to the ring apron and pulled herself to her feet. Inside the ring Kurtis is getting up and never sees Blue coming. Springboard Ace Cutter! Blue reaches back and hooks a leg! Kurtis kicks out at two and Blue argues with Stone! Blue gets to her feet and reaches down to pull Kurtis up. Kurtis hooks her and rolls her over into a cradle pin! Blue escapes at two! Blue is up quickly and puts the boots to Kurtis as he tries to rise. Kurtis shoves her away and nails an inverted atomic drop onto her as she bounces off the ropes. A scoop and a slam puts her flat on the mat. Standing shooting star press! Kurtis pulls her up and once again plops her onto the top turnbuckle. Kurtis climbs up, pulls Blue to her feet and both athletes as standing precariously on the top rope! Kurtis tries to hook her for a Superplex but the challenger rakes the eyes! A shove from Blue sends Kurtis landing crotch first onto the top rope! A groan from the men in the crowd is quickly followed by a ‘Wow’ as Blue leaps off the top turnbuckle, locks her legs around the head off Kurtis and snaps off a modified hurricanrana! Blue again with the cover! Kurtis gets a shoulder up at two!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of them are trying to out do the other in this ariel war!

Blue pulls Kurtis up and places him across the second rope. She calls for it and hits her ’6969′ (619) move! Kurtis stumbles back into the ring on rubber legs as Blue rolls to the outside and gets to her feet. A springboard seated senton from Blue! It’s counted into a sit out powerbomb from Kurtis! A two count from Referee Alan Stone! Kurtis pulls Blue to her feet. Corkscrew brain buster! Chad is quickly back up and it’s

THE
BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!

Kurtis hooks the leg and gets a 2 & 9/10ths!!!!

The crowd let out a collective groan as they were sure that was it! Kurtis gets to his feet and drags up a defenseless looking Blue. Jawbreaker from Blue! Blue quickly hooks the head of Chad and runs towards the ropes nailing a Sliced Bread #2! Instead of going for a cover she positions Kurtis closer to the corner. Split legged moonsault! This time she goes for the kill only to have Kurtis kick out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue almost became the Aggression Champion! She’s come to win this match or else!

Blue pulls Chad up and shoots him to the far corner. It’s countered by Chad and it’s Blue who slams back first onto the corner! Chad follows in behind her with a clothesline! Blue staggers out of the corner but she’s scooped up and placed into the tree of woe by Kurtis. Kurtis hits the ropes. Hesitation dropkick! Blue tumbles from her perch and lands in a heap. Kurtis positions her to where she’s seated in the corner and walks to the far side of the ring. The crowd come to their feet and Kurtis springboards himself to the top rope and goes coast to coast with a flying dropkick! Blues eyes look glazed over as Chad pulls her out of the corner. In the center of the ring he signals that it’s over and lifts Marina up for CK Finale…

MARINA COUNTERS!

She flips Chad back and over, sitting down on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a counter!

COREY TAYLOR: Lucky bastard!

Marina grabs the flayling legs of Chad, leaning forward to gain leverage.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue would NOT be denied!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEW REBEL Aggression Champion…..Marina Blue!!!

Marina is handed the belt and helped to her feet by Alan Stone. Chad is helped up to his feet by Marina and they look at each other; they knew this match would be a fight.
ROB MARTINEZ: Marina wanted it just a bit more tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: Whatever. He beat up an old man and a chick. Some champ he was.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re walking home buddy.

Both go to roll out of the ring and celebratewith their fans but…

You will remember this moment as you dig into me
and from your smile now it seems as if you liked it
You had better cherish this moment as you dig into me
You’ll never get another chance at this

The crowd goes nuts, whether they’re cheering, booing or both it’s hard to tell but the fans definatly show that they remember this man as The Freak runs out to the ring from behind the curtain. Marina and Chad look up to see The Freak running down to the ring.

Rob Martinez: Oh my god he’s back! The Freak is back!

Corey Taylor: And it looks as though he wants his Aggression Title back.

The Freak slides into the ring and stands face to face with the current Aggression Champ. The Freak grabs the title belt from Marina’s hands and holds it up as he brings a mic to his lips.

The Freak: This right here; this aggression title is mine. I won it in my last match here in REBEL Pro. Nobody beat me for this…

The Current champ looks as though she’s about to say something but The Freak cuts her off.

The Freak: Shut up, I’m not done talking yet and I’ve waited far to long for this moment. Now before you get your panties in a bunch, (he looks to Marina and smirks) Well I doubt your actually wearing any but that‘s not really here nor there I didn’t come out to steal this from you. [Holds up the Belt once more] No, I plan on kicking your cheap imatation ass and watching your “Title Run” vanish in a Moment of Sin. I want you to take the next week or so and contumplate your future. I want you to know that I will be taking what was stolen from me. And there’s not a god damn thing you can do about it.

The Freak drops the belt on the ground and turns to leave the ring. The champ goes to pick up the belt, not taking her eyes off the returning Freak… Any Given Moment from The Freak out of nowhere!

The Champ is out!

The Freak looks to Chad Kurtis…

ANOTHER ANY GIVEN MOMENT…

Chad is out!

The Freak slowly leaves the ring as Disturbed’s “this Moment” blares over the P.A. system.

~Commercial~

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, I’m getting word that Mr. Gordon will be coming down to ringside to address what happened last week.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers of the Mathis City Auditorium in Valdosta and the fans, yes fans, are up on their feet. An irate Larry Gordon stares into the ring as he makes his way down to a ring he must have borrowed from a friend to put on this show. The ropes are a dull gray, the canvas is a bit dingy, and the steps are actually a stepping stool that will allow someone to get up onto the apron. Gordon manages to get into the ring and is handed a microphone from the still lovely Jenny Jersey.

GORDON: Phoenix!

The fans boo at the mention of the man’s name, they know he has disgraced Rebel Pro.

GORDON: Get your ass out here!

Gordon waits as the fans hush in anticipation, waiting on the entrance of The Phoenix.

GORDON: You think…

He pulls out a piece of paper, resembling a check, is spotted with blood.

GORDON: This will pay for all of the damages that you’ve done to not only my ring, Rebel’s ring, but to the fans’ ring?!

Gordon shakes his head.

GORDON: You destroyed the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title, something with more prestige than you’ve got in your little finger. Sure you’ve won many titles in PWA, but tell me something Phoenix… how many times has that federation closed to be open again?

The fans cheer, they love Rebel Pro and are proud of its history.

GORDON: How many times has Rebel Pro closed Phoenix? Answer?! NONE!

Gordon is getting highly animated in the ring, almost a Dusty Rhodes mix with Ric Flair animation.

GORDON: If you don’t get your ass…

“Final Countdown” hits up in the speakers and the crowd immediately and uproariously begin to boo. The Phoenix comes out, dressed in his usual dark blue suit, without a mask but carrying a briefcase. He’s surrounded by several large men wearing black cargo pants and tight black t-shirts with the word “SECURITY” in white letters on the back. The men make the short walk to the ring slowly, the Phoenix clearly enjoying the hatred of the Rebel Pro fans. Two of the security crew hold the ring ropes open for the Phoenix as he enters the ring.

PHOENIX: Is that all you’ve got, Gordon? I’ve spent the last several weeks terrorizing your employees, I ruined Rebel Pro’s allegedly good name, I destroyed your set, demolished your ring, incapacitated your champion, and chopped that oversized belt buckle you call a title belt in half and that’s all you’ve got to say about it?

PHOENIX: Let’s get something straight, pal. You want to compare our achievements outside the ring? Which one of us has created a wrestling company from nothing and made it into the biggest promotion in the world? Just me. And so what if it went on hiatus a few times? That wasn’t my doing. By that point I’d proven myself, cashed out my stock options and was living the good life down in Florida. So if Mack Moran and the Sommers boys can’t run a company, don’t pin that on me.

PHOENIX: But let’s get to the real heart of the matter. This wasn’t some random attack, I didn’t just pull Rebel Pro’s name out of a hat…YOU brought me here, Gordon.

GORDON: What the hell are you talking about?

PHOENIX: You’re the one that called me a year ago and begged me to lend some star power in your Best of the Best tournament. A tournament that I won, by the way. If it wasn’t for you giving me the moon and the stars just to show my face here for a couple of weeks, Rebel Pro never would have entered my radar. But you did and it did and once I got here, what I saw, it made me sick. And as time passed, my disgust just grew until I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t put this sorry excuse for a company out of its misery.

PHOENIX: Now, I can understand that you’re pissed at me. No one likes feeling like a loser. Some people might think you’d be used to it by now, but every fresh disappointment stings, doesn’t it, Larry? I’m sure you thought about suing me, but considering I was the promoter in Orlando and I paid for all the damages… There should be enough left over from that check to buy Marion a band-aid for the staple wound… everything I did is perfectly legal and above the boards. I suppose that should teach you a little something about reading contracts before you sign them, buddy boy.

GORDON: If you think this check gets you off the hook…

Phoenix (interupting): Shut your damn mouth, Larry. I’ve been nice enough to let you stand in the same…

Phoenix looks around with disgust evident on his face before facing Gordon again.

PHOENIX: You call this a ring? (he shrugs before continuing) ring as me, but I’m done listening to you run your mouth.

Gordon (interupting): Just a minute you son of a bitch. You think you can come into MY ring and do whatever you want…

Phoenix (interupting): You don’t have the first clue what I want, Gordon.

GORDON: Is that a fact? Well let me tell you what I want. I want to kick the ever loving shit out of you. There’s not a Rebel Pro fan or employee that wouldn’t sell their grandmother for that privilege, but I’m pretty tempted to do it myself right now.

PHOENIX: Oh, I’d love to see you try, fat man.

Gordon takes a step forward and Phoenix holds up his hand.

PHOENIX: Whoa, slow down hoss. Before you force me to make your wife a widow, how about I tell you what I want?

GORDON: I don’t give a damn about what you want.

PHOENIX: Oh, but I think you might.

The Phoenix hands the briefcase to one of his thugs, flips the latches and opens it, revealing stacks of cash.

PHOENIX: You see, I want Rebel Pro.

Phoenix pulls some folded documents out of his inside jacket pocket, unfolds them and holds them up in front of Gordon’s face.

PHOENIX: Just sign these papers, Gordon. Make all of this (Phoenix motion around the arena) mine and I’ll make all of this (Phoenix points to the open briefcase) yours.

Larry looks to his hometown crowd, to the money, to the dirty very used ring, back to the crowd, to The Phoenix, and finally his sights settle on the money. A smile crosses his features as he hurriedly signs the papers and immediately trash begins to be thrown into the ring as the crowd hops the barrier! Gordon and Phoenix scamper out of the ring, making their way backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: That is brilliant! Finally some competence is going to be running this federation!

~MEGAVISION~

The scene cuts backstage where a limo’s door is waiting open, the engine running, and two men dive into the car. The tires peel away as the limo drives out of the parking lot; the two men? The Phoenix and former Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon.

***Before The Show***
Marina Blue is layed out in her dressing room, her belongings scattered all over the room. Likewise in Blood’s locker room, he is laying in a mess of clothes and papers.

~A video package of multiple things that have happened over the past month build up to this moment of “Hell O Ween”. It is a video package showing all superstars both winning matches and in the cases in which they lost, well it shows that too. It centers on the empty arena over the past two shows and you know that one more is coming up tonight… we fade into the empty arena three hours after the attack on Marina Blue and Blood.

~Megavision~

The shot goes backstage to show Johnny Maverick laying on the ground. But cialis that isn’t all; JT Whiplash, Chad Kurtis, Reaver, Matthew Kurtis and every single Rebel Pro superstar is layed out in their individual dressing rooms. But amazingly, the only two not laying in a pool of their own blood is Marcus Marion and Justin Case.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strange, only Case and Marion are left up and walking…

COREY TAYLOR: They had nothing to do with this! They don’t need to!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have to get right into the action, this live feed isn’t cheap.

We see crew members place a bathtub full of barbed wire right outside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a bathtub barbed wire match, and is set for one fall… introducing first…from Tokyo, Japan… weighing in at 245 pounds… Blood!

“I Get It” by Chevelle plays as Blood makes his way to the ring. He glares out at the lone “fan” sitting on his throne. Phoenix is too busy playing a game on his PSP Go to care.

And his opponent….

“Slip It In” by Black Flag pounds the PA!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in tonight at 123 pounds, she is the Xtreme Porn Goddess….Marina Bluuuuuuuuuue!!!!

Marina runs down the aisle with Ian trailing behind her. He has a large bag hanging from his wheelchair. Blue offers Blood a pre-match handshake and he accepts.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell? Sportsmanship in Rebel Pro? Get this crap outta here!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh don’t worry, things will get much less polite real soon.

The bell rings, and Blood gets the advantage with a hip toss. He follows up with an elbow drop. It’s not enough to keep her down so he takes her down again with a hard lariat. He retreats and as she gets back up, connects with a running knee lift. Blood hits the ropes and bounces back, drilling Marina with a quick spinning kick.

COREY TAYLOR: The whore is getting reamed by Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a good start for Marina, but the match is far from over. It better be, we haven’t even approached the tub yet.

Meanwhile, Ian has rolled on over towards the throne. He reaches over and pulls out a vuvuzela out of the bag.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, what’s Ian doing?

COREY TAYLOR: The World Cup ended months ago. I thought we wouldn’t have to deal with this shit anymore.

Blood whips Blue into the corner. He goes for a big splash, but Marina gets out of the way and he gets nothin but turnbuckle. The porn starlet takes control with a running dropkick. She grabs the supine man’s legs and drops a knee to the groin, undoubtedly the first of several low blows by Blue.

Meanwhile, Ian starts blowing away, with his vuvuzela in the direction of Mr. Robinson, who is understandably upset.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Ian is ruining The Phoenix’s fun.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey I’m all for that, but he’s making us suffer as well.

Marina misses with a senton and Blood regains control. He pushes her into the corner and delivers a series of chops that would surely cause the audience to “woo” if there was in fact an audience. He follows up driving her face into the mat with a one-handed bulldog. He gets a little revenge by kicking her in the beaver.

COREY TAYLOR: Serves the bitch right. Now someone do that to the cripple.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian has forced The Phoenix from his throne. He wants security to intervene but there’s no law against blowing the vuvuzela, no matter how freaking annoying it is.

Blood send Marina into the ropes, but she grabs on to them. She is right by the bathtub of barbed wire. This is important, because Blood comes charging at her, and is sent out of the ring into that very tub.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My God! Blood has fallen into the bathtub of barbed wire!.

COREY TAYLOR: Well I guess Blood is about to live up to his name.

In a show of both great daring and great foolishness, Marina Blue climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle, and flies off onto Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marina comes crashing on to the pile! That move could take both of them out.

COREY TAYLOR: We should be so lucky. Why doesn’t Robinson just take the fucking horn away? I doubt Ian could put up much of a fight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I guess if he did that, he’d be interfering in REBEL-Pro action and therefore wouldn’t be able to sue if something bad were to happen to him. Just a guess.

COREY TAYLOR: Well if he won’t, I will.

Corey gets up and goes over to Ian’s chair.

Meanwhile, Marina has rolled off Blood and onto the floor. She is covered in blood (the fluid) but it can’t be told how much is hers. She positions herself and climbs back into the tub. She proceeds to jump up and down on her opponent, pounding him deeper into the wire. She stumbles out of the tub, now obviously cut up herself. She looks at the ref, apparently unsure if she has to pull him out and return him to the ring to win or not.

Corey and Ian have a tug-of-war over the horn, with Taylor managing to get the upper hand. Phoenix returns to his throne and viciously mocks Ian’s handicap.

The ref starts counting as Marina re-enters the ring. Blood isn’t making much of an effort to escape the tub.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I think this one is just about over.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see how I totally pwned Ian over there? He used to be a PWA superstar, and I just made him look like a bitch!

The ref’s count reaches 20, and he calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

Marina raises her arms in victory, but really doesn’t look too much like a winner; Ian much less so.

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like a heavy flow for Marina.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t make me blast this in your eardrum. Anyway, I think Blood is dead.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not dead, but I doubt he’ll be wrestling next week… or the week after.

***Megavision***

This loneliness…

It is killing me..

A dark, dank, dingy room of hanging chains, broken glass, and blood smeared walls. A single soul is shrouded in a crimson red cloak, the head down at the ground, paying no mind to us.

I can feel you dying…

I see you dying..

I held you in my hands as you died..

This loneliness is killing me.

A single light, swinging on a string, it flickers on and off, showing us for a moment the cold eyes of the face underneath.

Once I was in an asylum, I placed myself in it within my mind, but I was living a lie..

I am a monster, and it is time I act like one again.

The memories of death are killing me..

But I will bring pain before it is brought to me..

The cloak is slowly pushed back as we see the pale face of a man edging towards his 40th birthday, but also edging towards total insanity.

Rebel Pro, this will be no mere nightmare, because once I arrive there is no waking up..

No escape..

No remorse.

I am the epitome of all that is evil, like I was in 97′ when this all began..

Like I will be when I am dead and gone, my legacy like a cancer to this sport, one that will not be removed.

The man tilts his head back in maniacal laughter as the scene fades out to red gothic text that reads..

FALLEN ANGEL…COMING SOON.

“Simple Man” hits up in the speakers as JT Whiplash makes his way down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paint Rock, Tennessee; he stands at six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds… “THE CONFEDERATE COPPERHEAD”… J.T. WHIPLASH!

JT rolls safely under the ropes and is in his corner when Johnny’s music is ready to play.

“Lead Into Demise” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Johnny Maverick, determination to win on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington, D.C.; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

DING DING

The bell sounded and these two went right at it, nothing really against the other but a thirst to prove they are the best. JT with a stiff right forearm shot rocked Johnny into the ropes, but no bang as of yet. JT with an Irish whip sends Johnny into the ropes, but Maverick with a counter sends JT right into the ropes.

BANG!

The blast sends JT stumbling forward right into a back body sending JT up and down.

BANG!

COREY TAYLOR: His old ass is going to be blown to bits before this match is over.

ROB MARTINEZ: He ain’t looking too good right now.

COREY TAYLOR: And his ass has a match to referee later tonight.

Johnny pulls JT up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner, but JT manages a desperation reversal sending Johnny into the corner, but no bang. JT splashes him in the corner with a big time Stinger-isk splash. Johnny falls forward a bit, JT with a running bulldog.

BANG!

tThe C4 goes off again, but it is just a loud explosion, Johnny didn’t get a face full of the explosive so don’t worry ladies. JT pulls Johnny up, boot to the gut before lifting him high with a vertical suplex. He drops him down cranium first with a brainbuster instead.

BANG!

JT is on the offense now, but moving terribly slowly thanks to the C4 to the back. JT whips Johnny into the ropes.

BANG!

Johnny is sent stumbling forward into the waistlock from JT; he lifts. Belly to belly suplex, but Johnny counters with a headbutt to the face. JT drops the belly to belly and holds at his broken nose. Johnny whips JT into the ropes.

BANG!

JT’s body gets another charg.

ABM!

Johnny goes for the cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Johnny’s finisher!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Johnny Maverick!

JT stumbles away from the ring to get some medical attention and to prepare for the match in which he is guest referee. Johnny follows after him, proud of his accomplishment.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just look at The Phoenix, it’s disgusting to watch him sit there on that throne.
COREY TAYLOR: Ah, but that is only your opinion, oh simple minded Martinez.
ROB MARTINEZ: You condone this? It’s like watching those movies with Roman emperors enjoying the slaughtering of gladiators from lions.
COREY TAYLOR: You know Rob, you might be onto something. Somebody bring Chad Kurtis out here and release some pissed off lions from the zoo. Ratings baby, ratings!
ROB MARTINEZ: Sometimes I don’t get you.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..
“The Monster’s Loose” by Meatloaf blares as Matthew Kurtis makes his way from the back, Lyndsey in tow. He walks down the aisle, stopping a moment to take a look at The Phoenix, who stares back at him with a sour look on his face. Kurtis points at Phoenix and tries to get him to stand up from his throne. Phoenix just shrugs and takes a nearby chalice(probably of Yoo-hoo) to his lips, seemingly uninterested in Kurtis.
ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely unfinished business between these two.
COREY TAYLOR: King Phoenix doesn’t have to stand for anyone.
ROB MARTINEZ: Did you just say King Phoenix? You’ve lost your-wait a minute, here comes Reaver and Simon Kalis from behind!
Lyndsey is pushed down by Kalis as Reaver delivers a solid kendo stick shot to the back of Matthew Kurtis, followed by a second and a third, the big man on his knees. Reaver chokes Kurtis with the kendo stick, as Phoenix just shakes his head in disgust before opening up what appears to be a Spider Man comic book.
ROB MARTINEZ: The nerve of The Phoenix. Matthew Kurtis is fighting for his life here and he’s reading a comic book?
COREY TAYLOR: Trust me Rob, a stack full of comic books is more entertaining than a clan of Kurtises.
Using his superior strength Matthew picks Reaver up onto his back and falls backwards crashing into the concrete floor. Reaver lets out a groan of agony as Matthew coughs, staggering to his feet. He brings Reaver to his feet and whips him into a corner post. Reaver falls forward as we see referee Jimmy Johnson breaking up a scuffle between Lyndsey and Kalis. Kurtis rolls Reaver into the ring and then begins searching under the ring for weapons.
ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis looking to get some revenge on Reaver from those kendo stick shots earlier!
COREY TAYLOR: Eh, I’m not impressed, and neither is Phoenix.
ROB MARTINEZ: What, do you want a throne out here too?
COREY TAYLOR: Can I really get one?
Kurtis finds a barbwire bat and looks at it with a sick smile on his face. He enters the ring with it as Reaver backs up to the corner, at first begging off Kurtis. Matthew shakes his head no and charges in with the bat held high. As he does, however, he is met with a sick buzzsaw kick to the stomach, followed by a second, then a third, causing Matthew to drop the bat. Reaver hits the ropes and tries for another kick, but a pissed off Kurtis grabs onto the right leg of his opponent before letting go and catching him by the throat and slamming him down hard with a viscous chokeslam!
ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver was folded up like an accordion on that one!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve seen better. So has our king.
Kurtis goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
And Reaver gets the right shoulder up.
ROB MARTINEZ: A close call there and Simon Kalis looks upset.
COREY TAYLOR: No he’s not. You haven’t seen this man’s angry face.
Kurtis reaches for the bat and swings it around with his right arm, motioning for Reaver to get to his feet. Reaver staggers up, holding his back from the chokeslam and is greeted with a barbwire baseball shot to the gut doubling him over, the barbwire ripping at the shirt of Reaver. Another hard shot to the back sends him face first onto the mat. Unrelenting, Kurtis stands over the prone body of his masked adversary and brings him slowly to his feet as he stands behind him, choking him with the bat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis choking the life out of the Order Of Chaos member!
COREY TAYLOR: That Kurtis is lucky Phoenix is busy right now, or he’d come down there and stop this heinous assault on a fellow masked man.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh stop it! Look at him, the idiot is surfing the web right now, he doesn’t give a damn what’s going on!
Indeed The Phoenix does have a laptop in front of him, looking at what we can’t be sure. Back in the ring, Kalis is on the apron trying to distract the ref. Lyndsey is fired up and is trying to get the ref to pay attention to the action. This is enough to cause Kurtis to let go of his grasp and lunge over at Kalis. The ref is still distracted with Lyndsey and Kurtis assures her everything is ok. During this moment, Kalis places a bag in Reaver’s hand. The masked assassin reaches into the bag and begins stalking a turning Kurtis. As the big man looks ready for more destruction, a white powder is thrown into his eyes, blinding him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Simon Kalis has changed the complexity of this match by aiding his protégé!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey some managers bring moral support, some bring white powder.
Reaver is right on target with more buzzsaw kicks, first taking Kurtis down to his knees before winding up with a sick roundhouse kick to the temple. Kurtis hits the mat in a heap, still blinking a bit from the powder.
COREY TAYLOR: Ha ha! That inbred hick doesn’t know where he is!
Reaver goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
And Kurtis kicks out!
ROB MARTINEZ: But he still knows enough to kick out! The Kurtis family spirit will not die!
COREY TAYLOR: Wow, you’re laying it on real thick there Rob.
Kalis is slamming his hands on the mat, yelling at Reaver to finish it. Reaver nods and hits an Asai moonsault, going once again for the cover.
ONE
TWO
And Kurtis gets the right shoulder up!
ROB MARTINEZ: Once again, Kurtis shows his guts!
COREY TAYLOR: Once again, another ref in the Kurtis Clan’s backpocket! That was three!
Reaver stands ready for another martial arts kick as Kurtis slowly gets to his feet. He looks at Kurtis then hits the ropes, trying for a running ax kick. As Reaver is in midair, Kurtis catches him with a pulverizing spinebuster!
ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis has cleared the cobwebs! And his eyes of that powder!
COREY TAYLOR: Blah blah blah..let me guess..Ooh the Monster is loose!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now you’re getting it Corey.
Kurtis smirks over in the direction of Kalis as he brings Reaver up right into a powerbomb position. The big man walks over towards a corner and tosses the masked man into the turnbuckle, so hard he ricochets off and gets clobbered with a Kurtis lariat, almost taking his mask clean off!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think this whole situation with blinding Kurtis has just pissed the big guy off!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey! Isn’t there a rule against trying to decapitate ninjas?
ROB MARTINEZ: Uhh..no.
COREY TAYLOR: Well there should be!
Kurtis slides under the ropes and heads outside, once again searching for a weapon under the ring, this time finding a table wrapped in barbwire. He slides it into the ring as Kalis is now screaming at Reaver to get up. Lyndsey looks on, nodding in approval, as Matthew sets up the table almost dead center in the ring. Simon’s protests to Reaver are ignored as Kurtis once again sets up his smaller opponent for a powerbomb. He lifts him up high in the air..
COREY TAYLOR: Good God no! Not this! Simon do something!
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Reaver is going for a ride!
Kurtis slams Reaver down with all his might with a Bluegrass Bomb through the barbwire table. The Phoenix looks up from his laptop and even takes another drink from his chalice, but doesn’t seem to care, going right back to what he is doing. Kurtis covers a seemingly motionless Reaver.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match-
Jenny is knocked over as Simon Kalis stands ready with his Desert Eagle gun. Kurtis is daring Kalis to do something.
COREY TAYLOR: This Kurtis must be the dumbest of the whole lot. Kalis will shoot his face off!
ROB MARTINEZ: I have to agree-but wait here comes Lyndsey jumping on the back of Kalis!
As Lyndsey tries to choke Kalis out, Kurtis knocks the gun out of Simon’s hand. Lyndsey lets go as Kurtis runs and nails Kalis with a big boot sending him flying to the outside. Kurtis gives one last look towards Phoenix, then back at Kalis and the destruction he left of Reaver. Kalis is cursing under his breath at Kurtis, who just continues his walk to the back with Lyndsey.

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.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is for the REBEL Aggression Championship and it will be contested under ‘Dumpster Match’ Rules!! In order to win the match, you must lock your opponent inside the dumpster! The winner will be your Aggression Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jenny sounds a little unsure of the rules, and why not? As far as I know this is the first ever dumpster match in REBEL.

COREY TAYLOR: Actually she sounds drunk and come on man, Dumpster matches suck.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first….

‘It Ain’t Cocky Mother Motherfucker If You Can Back It Up!’

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Paducah,Kentucky and now fighting out of Durham, NC, weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

Kurtis comes out from the back….To the sweet sounds of silence. He scowls as he makes his way to the ring, making sure he makes a slight detour to pass by Phoenix and his manager. Kurtis shoots the two men at ringside an evil look but they ignore him. Kurtis rolls into the ring and gets checked by Referee Alan Stone.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad looking to have shaken off the attack from earlier tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, the current REBEL Aggression Champion, he hails from Duluth, Minnesota and weighs in at…

‘House of the Rising Sun’ by The Animals hits and out from the back comes the champ!

JENNY JERSEY: Uh, your REBEL Aggression Grandpa Gary!!!

Gary makes his way to ringside, the title belt held high overhead for all to see. Not that there is anyone to see it, but you get the idea. Gary has a bandage wrapped around his head, a result for the attack earlier tonight but he seems ready to kick some ass.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you’ll notice, a dumpster has been rolled out from the back and is now stationed by the ring. In order to win the match you must….

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah we know, it’s a dumpster match, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this thing out.

The camera crestor quickly shows us the Dumpster that has been position by the ring and then cuts back to inside the squared circle. Alan Stone has handed the Aggression Title off to Jenny as she’s departing and waits for her to get out of the ring before calling for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go!

Chad offers his hand to Gary but the old man looks at it and screams ‘BACON’ at the top of his lungs. Kurtis looks at the referee who simply shrugs his shoulders. The two men circle each other and tie up in the center of the ring. Side headlock from Kurtis. Gary backs Kurtis into the ropes and shoots him off. Kurtis reverses it and takes Gary to the mat with a high hip toss! Gary scrambles to his feet and takes a scoop slam for his trouble. Kurtis hits the ropes and goes for a leaping elbow drop but the older man rolls out of the way at the last second! Kurtis hits nothing but canvas and does his best to get quickly to his feet. Kneelift from Gary stuns Kurtis! Side Russian legsweep from the Aggression Champion! Gary floats over into a cover and is reminded by Alan Stone that pinfalls don’t count in this match. Gary pulls Kurtis up and connects with a chop across the chest! A stiff right hand from Kurtis answers back! Another chop from Gary and another right hand from Kurtis! Gary is wobbly and Kurtis drops him with a third right hand to the head!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary has heart but he can’t go toe to toe with Chad Kurtis!

Gary pulls himself to a corner and drags himself to his feet. Kurtis follows him in and takes a kick to the gut from Gary. A rake to the eyes from Gary! Gary drops an elbow to the back of Chads head and the challenger is dazed. Clothesline from Gary puts Kurtis on the mat! Gary is pulling himself up to the second turnbuckle. Gary takes flight for what looks to be a fistdrop but Kurtis moves! Gary hits hard and Kurtis quickly grabs him and positions him for his ‘CK Finale!’ Gary counters with a backdrop to the mat! Chad quickly pulls himself up, sees Gary charging at him and gives Gary a taste of his own medicine as he backdrops the Aggression champ over the top rope to the floor! Chad waits for Gary to pull himself to his feet and nails him with a springboard crossbody! Both men hit the floor hard but it’s Chad who gets to his feet first. Gary is dragged to his feet and one Irish whip later he’s sent smashing into the side of the dumpster! Chad steps over a sprawled out Gary and opens the lid of the Dumpster before returning his attention back to the old timer.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh thank God it’s going to be a quick match.

Gary is helped to his feet by Chad who then tries to push him into the open dumpster! Gary is fighting back and grabs something from inside the dumpster. A handful of wet coffee grounds are thrown into the face of Chad! Chad releases his grip on Gary and tries to clear his eyes and mouth of the grounds. Gary is digging once more in the dumpster and pulls out a beer bottle. Chad never sees it coming as Gary smashes the bottle across his head! Glass shatters everywhere and Kurtis drops to his knees. Gary stands behind Kurtis and starts to dig the broken glass bottle into the scalp of the challenger! Blood immediately spills from the wounds and Kurtis shoves Gary away! With a warrior cry of ‘BACON’ Gary slices at the back of Kurtis! Kurtis spins around and tries to cover up but Gary is like a man possessed. He digs the bottle into the arm of Kurtis and blood seeps through the cuts. A rapid fire series of right hands from Kurtis backs off Gary. Gary charges Kurtis but the challenger side steps him and sends him head and shoulders first into the dumpster wall! A loud ‘BONG’ echoes though the building and Gary slumps to the floor. Kurtis pulls Gary to his feet and drives him to the floor with a snap suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary carved up Kurtis like a turkey with that broken bottle!

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe he’s having flashbacks to the Civil War?

Chad reaches under the ring skirt and pulls out a toolbox. He flips open the lid and pulls out a screwdriver. Gary is puling himself to his feet when he gets spiked in the head from Kurtis! Gary drops like he was shot and Kurtis straddles him digging the screwdriver into the newly open gash on the champs head! Now Gary is bleeding profusely as well as the challenger! Kurtis tosses away the screwdriver and drags a bleeding Gary to his feet. With a grunt, Kurtis hoists Gary up and dumps him into the garbage bin! Kurtis goes to slam the lid shut but Gary pops up like a demented jack in the box and smacks Kurtis across the head with an object! Kurtis stumbles back and falls to the floor and the camera shows that Gary is holding a cheese grater! The champion drags himself out of the garbage and makes his way over to Kurtis. Kurtis is pulling himself to his feet using the guard rail when Gary digs the cheese grater into his already bloody arm! Kurtis is trying to break free but the champ is raking the flesh from his arm with a crazed fury. A thumb to the eye from Kurtis causes a break! Chad reaches over the railing, grabs a chair and quickly folds it up. Chairshot across the skull from Kurtis drops Gary like a bad habit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord what a chair shot!

Gary is a fighter though as he uses the ring to pull himself back up. Kurtis cracks the chair across the back of the champ and Gary rolls into the ring. Kurtis slides in behind him and drops the chair to the mat. Gary is yanked to his feet and whipped to the far corner. Gary reverses it and Kurtis is sent into the corner! Bluegrass Breeze from Kurtis lays out Gary! Kurtis grabs the chair, places it on the chest of Gary and hits a standing shooting star press! Gary curls into the fetal position holding his ribs as a bloody Kurtis looks after him. Kurtis gets to his feet, grabs Gary and starts to pull him up when Gary sneaks in his Sixty Year Old Stunner! Kurtis is down and out and Gary again goes for a cover. Alan Stone repeats the rules to a dazed and bloody Gary and the Champ looks pissed. Gary slowly gets up and grabs an arm of Kurtis, dragging him towards the side of the ring where the dumpster is. Gary drags Kurtis to his feet and dumps him over the top rope. Kurtis lands on the ring apron and one kick later he’s inside the dumpster! Gary rolls to the outside to close the lid.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

COREY TAYLOR: Let’s hope so.

Gary grabs the lid and swings it shut -NO- Kurtis gets his arm up to block it! Gary is doing his best to force down the lid but Kurtis is to much for him. The lid is knocked back and Kurtis rises from the trash like something from a horror movie. Kurtis reaches out and grabs Gary, dragging him into the garbage with him. Referee Alan Stone can only watch as the two men in the dumpster trade rights and lefts. Headbutt from Kurtis stuns the old man and the challenger finds some lethal goodness in the trash. Kurtis grabs Gary in a headlock and shows him the staple gun he just found! Gary bucks like a wild horse trying to free himself but Kurtis pops him once, twice and a third time in the scalp with the staple gun! Gary shoves Kurtis away and the camera zooms in on the gore generic celebrex oozing from the stapled head of Gary! Chad scoops up Gary and slams him into the trash before climbing out of the dumpster.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a brutal battle! I suspect Kurtis had no idea that Gary would put up this kind of fight!

Kurtis stands on the ring apron looks over his shoulder at an unmoving Gary and using uncanny agility his

THE
BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!!

Into the Dumpster!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy Hell! Er I mean, is this over yet?

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! Chad Kurtis could have killed himself trying to execute that move!

Slowly Kurtis pulls himself out of the dumpster and falls to the floor. Shockingly Gary is also seen getting up. Chad scrambles to his feet and locks eyes with Gary. Gary smiles through the blood and yells ‘BAAAAAAAAAACON’ at the top of his lungs and Kurtis slams the lid down across his head! Gary vanishes, the lid is closed and this match is OVER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis just won the REBEL Aggression championship!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match….AND NEW REBEL AGGRESION CHAMPION….’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

The referee rolls to the outside and hands Kurtis the belt. A bloody champion drapes the title over his shoulder then turns to raise the dumpster lid to check on Gary.

ROB MARTINEZ: You know what this means right?

COREY TAYLOR: Yes. dumpster matches still suck.

ROB MARTINEZ: With this win, Kurtis becomes the first man to be a REBEL Grand Slam winner!

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COREY TAYLOR: What? Oh Hell.

EMT’s and even the new champ are checking on a bloody Gary as we cut to commercial

“Victory” by Puff Daddy and Company blasts into the empty arena as Justin Case, followed by Hugh Aredone, walks into the empty Rec Center. Justin looks at the total lack of fans with not a sense of what he thinks, instead choosing to walk on down to the ring with a confident swagger about him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… he is your Rebel Pro #1 Contender… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

Justin steps up the steps and through the ropes to center ring. He walks to his corner facing the entrance way as to face Marion as soon as he steps through the curtain.

“My Michelle” hits up and it is as though you can hear the echoes of booing from the building, even though there are no fans in attendance. Marcus walks out with the World Title on his left shoulder and Nicole Rhodes just behind him. Marcus looks to either side of the walkway, then stares straight ahead at Justin Case in his corner of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Atlanta, Georgia, he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds… he is your Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

Nicole is on the ring apron, sitting on the middle rope as her man steps confidently through the ropes to face Case. Marcus lifts the title from his shoulder and places it right in front of JT’s face before spinning to show it right in Case’s face. Marion smirks and mouths “Never” before handing the belt to Nicole to keep on the outside.

DING DING

Marion and Justin lock up center ring with the glass tables surrounding the ring, ready for destruction as bodies will definitely be flying through them some time this evening. Marion with a quick bith slap rocks Case’s head backwards, Marion smirking, that is until Justin returns the favor with a bitch slap of his own. Marion stumbles back as Justin follows up with a right hand to the same jaw. Marcus is in the ropes, clothesline sends him over the top rope to land on the table beside the ring. Justin steps through the ropes, but Marion delivers a punch to his thigh that stops him momentarily.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion able to stop this before it goes to far.

COREY TAYLOR: My head hurts!

ROB MARTINEZ: It could be because you are trying to pull your hair out.

COREY TAYLOR: I just don’t know who to pull for.

Justin falls on through the ropes, right from Marion rocks him against the ropes. Marion with a forearm sends him nearly back over the top and into the ring, but Case comes down firing him with an elbow as these two men fight on top of the glass table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither of these men were attacked here tonight… makes you wonder.

COREY TAYLOR: Both want that title.

Marion with a wristlock, he steps behind Case shoving him forward with a release and a kick in the lower back. Case kisses the steel post, but turns around as Marion charges towards him. Case with a boot into the midsection bends Marion over at the waist. Swinging neckbreaker and both men are totally not through the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: These are some pretty sturdy glass tables.

COREY TAYLOR: And they have to be thrown through three of them?

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the stipulation.

Case pulls himself up, stomping down on Marion’s neck before lifting the World Champ up to his feet. Case backs Marcus up with a forearm to the throat and a chop to the chest. Marion is now leaning up against the other ring post, Clothesline from Case! But Marion ducks back body dropping Case over the top and…

THROUGH THE FIRST TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: We spoke a bit too soon.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, Marion is scored on his back, tons of tiny cuts.

Marion sits up from the pain, little pieces of glass sticking to the blood on his back. Here comes Case though flying with a knee into Marion’s cheek sending him rolling away from the ring. Marion holds at his jaw and back as the glass digs in just a bit deeper. Case follows up, smirking and walking confidently. Justin stands over Marion, bending down to lift hiim up to his feet.

FIST FULL OF GLASS!

Case falls back, keeping the glass out of his eyes, but Marion has the advantage now. Marion with a boot to the midsection and an uppercut that rocks Case back to a vertical position. Marion whips Case into the ring apron, before getting behind him and lifting him up onto his shoulders spinning hiim around and allowing him to fall in the broken shards of glass. Marion stomps down before digging under the ring for something. Case tries to get up to his feet, but a boot to the face keeps him down a moment longer. Marion pulls out a steel chair, you got to have one of those in Rebel Pro. Case sits up and his face meets the steel chair with a solid thunk. The Phoenix looks at his IPhone, sending a text to someone as he is paying no attention to the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case is leading this by One table to none, but Marion…

COREY TAYLOR: Is kicking his ass!

Marion leans over Case, chair held high up over his head, he brings it down in an arch. Case kicks him right in the thigh, Marcus drops the chair. Case is up quickly, blood dripping from his back and from his face. Case is a man on a damn mission now, he lifts the chair, golfing it right into Marion’s face sending him against another glass table. Two technicians replace the broken table to return the total number to four unbroken tables. Case scoops Marion up onto his shoulders, running powerslam onto the chair; the shards driven in deeper. Marion grunts from the pain, but Case lifts him back up to his feet. Irish whip into the table, he follows in with a lifted knee strike. Marion ducks under causing Case to roll onto the table. Justin up to his feet quickly, he jumps off at Marion. Marcus dives out of the way, the two men lay on the floor. Bpoth men up fairly quickly, they lock up. Marion with a thumb to the eyes gets him the advantage. Waistlock suplex onto the now very dented chair has him in firm control.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion going to pull out all the stops to retain.

COREY TAYLOR: But Case is going to do the same to regain the belt.

Marion drags Case over to the table, dragging him up onto the table with him. Marion lifts Case to a somewhat vertical base. He lifts Case up.

BRAINBUSTER!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

Marion rubs the top of Case’s skull into the glass, cutting him open even more. Marion smirks as the score is now tied.

COREY TAYLOR: The score is tied one table a piece, two to go.

ROB MARTINEZ: And both men are already showing the effects of this match.

The Phoenix… is sleeping?! His head is tilted back and soft snoring is coming from his masked face. However, Marcus and Justin don’t seem to care as they are continuing this contest. Marion lifts the now very bloody Case up to his feet, pounding the glass on his face in a little deeper. However, it does the exact opposite of getting his opponent groggy. Case fires with a closed right fist catching Marion by surprise and sending him stumbling backwards. Marion struggles for purchase as Case grabs the wrist, pulls him in while lifting his knee to slam into Marion’s midsection. Case lifts Marion up, dropping him down behind him onto the already broken glass; on his side. Case doesn’t stop, choosing to climb to the top turnbuckle while momentum is on his side. Case leaps out with a knee drop onto Marion’s chest and the World Champ is in a world of hurt now. But here comes Nicole Rhodes with a high heel shoe to the back of the skull. Case’s head snaps forward and he turns to stare at Nicole for getting involved. He stands up, glaring down at her. Justin reaches back with a slap ready.

COREY TAYLOR: He wouldn’t!

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree.

Marion with a fist right into Case’s tool and Case’s slap dies at the end of his arm; Nicole smirks. Case holds himself, but Marion drops him with a standing dropkick to the back. Case stumbles forward a step, but Nicole levels him with a second high heel shoe shot, this one to the face. Case drops down on his face as Hugh Aredone has doxy and flagyl finally stumped his way around the ring to the confrontation. Marion steps onto Case’s back, walking on it to both drive in the glass and mock his opponent. Marion lifts Case up as the technicians rush out to replace the broken table, returning the total of nonbroken tables to four. Marcus has his back to a table, dragging Case back into the ring and over to the corner. Marcus drags Case up to the top rope, his back to a table, he smirks and positions himself just right.

BELLY TO BELLY SUPERPLEX!

ROB MARTINEZ: Through! The! Damn! Table!

COREY TAYLOR: How did Case counter that?!

Marion lays underneath Case’s bloody body, Marcus being the one that went through the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case pushed and twisted at the last possible second and sent Marion through the table!

COREY TAYLOR: What! A! Counter!

Case and Marion lay there, neither moving except for the shallow breathing each is doing. The only sounds are Nicole’s screaming in agony as her man may be dead, and The Phoenix snoring softly still. Case slowly rolls off of Marion, who still has his eyes closed, but he is breathing. JT Whiplash is letting these two men go at it, he doesn’t care for either man so he is going to let them destroy each other. Case stumbles into the ring apron, leaning heavily on it as he struggles to keep his balance. He bends down, pulling Marion up and heading for a the third table that he needs to send Marion through. Justin rolls Marion onto a table, he intends on ending this one now and as quickly as he can. Justin slowly and very gingerly climbs up onto the table, wincing with each movement as the glass grinds in his skin. He lifts Marion up as he stands as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin looking to end this one right here and now.

COREY TAYLOR: I knew he would win; I just knew it.

Justin takes a breath, but Marion low blows him in the junk trunk! Case just grunts out the air he was building up.

NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

ROB MARTINEZ: The table didn’t break!

Marion rolls onto the ring apron, climbing up to the top turnbuckle slowly. Case lays on the table and Marion leaps!

DRIVING CASE THROUGH THE TABLE!

COREY TAYLOR: I knew Marion was going to win; I just knew it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up Corey; you aren’t making any sense.

Marion holds at his leg, struggling back up to his feet, but it isn’t easy. Marion leans on the apron. Blood is pouring down his face, chest, back… well pretty much his entire body is covered in trails of blood. Justin is no different as his body is a mass of cuts and blood as well. The Phoenix walks past the two of them, possibly heading for the bathroom as he has had his fair share of Yoohoos here this evening. Case with a shot into Marion’s jewels and he falls to his knees. Case with a second shot, this one to Marion’s face lays him on his back. Justin pushes himself up to his feet, dragging Marion over; both men are walking slowly, gingerly, and it is obvious that they are in huge amounts of pain. Justin rolls Marion into the ring, following him in slowly as each movement is hurting him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fact that these two men are doing this in front of no one but ourselves is just amazing. Well, the fans on the internet are watching, but other than that.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, the dumbass Gordon falling for that.

ROB MARTINEZ: Everyone is still getting paid, but the insult makes me wonder if it is worth it?

Case fires a right hand into Marion’s face, Marcus fires one right back. Case with a slap, Marion follows it up with one of his own. Chop from Case, Chop from Marion. Case lifts a knee into Marion’s midsection before sending him to the canvas with a vertical suplex that cost him near as much pain as it caused Marcus. Marion rolls under the rop to one of the last two remaining tables. Case steps through the ropes to meet him. Justin sets him up for Just Too Talented!

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Justin was going to win!

Marion counters, turning it into The Revolutionary Thrill!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion counters with The Revolutionary Thrill!

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Marion was going to win!

Justin recounters with Just Too Talented!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men countering the other’s finisher and are so near the edge of the table, they have an inch to spare!

COREY TAYLOR: I told you Case was going to win!

Marion with a counter back into The Revolutionary Thrill!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. Marcus Marion!

Marion leans on the apron, exhausted, bloody, and racked with pain. Nicole hands him the Rebel Pro World Title, he holds it up high before placing it on his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do they want?

COREY TAYLOR: To congratulate Marcus Marion.

From the back walks The Phoenix, Fantastic Andy Strickland, Scottie Snow, Moke Doshky, and The Dragon. Each man is carrying black canvas duffle bags in their right hands, smiles on their faces, well we assume that the two masked men(Phoenix and Dragon) are smiling.

ROB MARTINEZ: What…

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know…

Marion turns to see this, but Dragon leaps with a front kick right to his face, Marion goes down quickly. Phoenix picks him up, slapping hiim around and knocking him out with the Rebel Pro World Title. Fantastic Andy has Nicole handcuffed to the Announcers’ table where she can’t get involved. Scottie Snow karate kicks Rob Martinez in the side of the head.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey I can push him around but nobody else…

Corey’s words are cut off as Scottie slams a chop into the side of his neck sending him to Dreamland. Moke lifts Justin up into the air, dropping him face first onto the ring’s apron. Moke and Dragon begin to beat down Justin Case and Marcus Marion respectively as Scottie Snow and Fantastic Andy eliminate Hugh Aredone from the mix.

Marcus and Justin have nothing left to fight with and are easily manhandled and left laying against the chair that Phoenix has sat in for all three shows. Each man opens up the bags, pulling out all sorts of power tools. The Phoenix pulls a wireless microphone out of his duffel bag and flips a switch.

The Phoenix: Congrats on retaining that piece of tin, Marcus. You’re probably wondering when the cavalry is coming down to save your sorry ass, but as it turns out, heavy chain and padlocks make it really hard to open locker room doors. Because, frankly, this should be a special moment. Just the last ever Rebel Pro champion, the former number one contender, the Phoenix and his new Pantheon, and the finest power tools that Home Depot has to offer.

The Phoenix: I gotta say, this was all way too easy. I want to make one thing perfectly clear right now. I’m not the bad guy here. For weeks now we’ve been laying your punk asses out backstage, and for weeks Rebel Pro has just taken it like the bitches that they are. Who fought back? Not a damn one of you. The five of us have had our way with this company from day one. We are like the gods of Olympus walking among the peasants. I’m not gonna lie, I loved every second of it. And deep down, I know that you’ve all loved it, too. Feel free to worship your new wrestling gods, the Pantheon of greatness that walks among you. But make it quick, because none of you have much time left. And now the time for talking is done. Now its time to watch the end of Rebel Pro.

The Phoenix drops the microphone and the Dragon and Moke Doshky step forward. Doshky hands Robinson a reciprocating saw. The Dragon is holding the Rebel Pro title and hands one strap to Doshky. The two men hold the title out between them and Robinson steps forward with the saw.

The Phoenix turns on the saw and cuts the belt in half. Dragon tosses his half at the prone Marion while Doshky throws his at Justin Case. The Phoenix starts cutting the ring ropes with the saw while Might & Magic start destroying the announce table and entrance ramp. Scottie Snow runs forward with a pick axe and starts ripping into the canvas mat. Within minutes the entire Rebel Pro set is totally destroyed with debris every where. Satisfied with the results, the Phoenix drops his saw and yells to Doshky. The huge German bends down and gorilla presses the limp Justin Case up over his head and then drops him, raising his knee at the same time, nailing Case with the Blitzkrieg.

Phoenix heads to Marcus Marion, who is starting to stir. The five men gather around the fallen champion, all laughing as he tries to get to his feet. Phoenix grabs Marion’s head and pulls him to his feet before scooping him up and hitting the Flame in the wreckage of the ring. Robinson snaps his fingers and Fantastic Andy hands him a staple gun. The Phoenix pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and staples it to the Rebel Pro champion. The Pantheon all laugh and pat each other on the back and then head out of the Rec Center.

** Parking Lot **

We open up and see Dr. Tittylover & Chris Casino walking from their car (well Casinos car) to the Arena.

CASINO: You excited about tonight? You and Blue!

TITTYLOVER: N***A I got wood right now!

CASINO: Ugh, sorry I even asked.

TITTYLOVER: You gonna be at ringside?

CASINO: I wouldn’t miss this for anything you sick freak.

TITTYLOVER: That’s my boy!

Casino slows up and watches as Tittylover gets engulfed by fans.

CASINO: (sadly) Yeah…I’m your boy.

Aggression
Orlando Rec Center

Orlando, Fl

September 24, 2010

“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!

The Final Countdown starts to play on the Rec Center’s PA and Rob Robinson, the Phoenix, makes his way through the empty seats to the ring once again. He’s carrying a file folder with him as he hops the barricade and climbs into the ring. Once he’s in the ring, he doesn’t take time to pose, he just motions towards the sound tech to stop his music.

The Phoenix: You know, I figured since I’m paying for all this I could at least get my music played properly when I enter the ring. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about this week. What I really want to discuss is all the bitching and moaning I’ve heard over the last week about people not being happy with the empty Rec Center here. Apparently these folks didn’t listen to a damn word I said last week, because I quite clearly explained everything. But since the Rebel Pro roster and fans have all the smarts of a pair of dirty socks, I’ll recap it briefly and I’ll do my best to use small words while I do it.

The Phoenix: First, I hate Rebel Pro. I’m a pro wrestler and Rebel Pro spits in the face of everything I’ve spent my life building. So, I’m going to destroy Rebel Pro. Got all that so far? I could just leave well enough alone and eventually Rebel Pro would go down by itself considering the complete and total lack of cash flow. But that could take a while and in the meantime some fool that didn’t know better could find Rebel Pro and think this is what wrestling is all about. So I Bring Rebel Pro to Orlando to play in an empty arena to piss off the roster and alienate the fans.

The Phoenix: So to all the guys in the back that don’t like wrestling in front of empty seats, first off, don’t act like you’re not used to it. But second, if you really don’t like it, leave. Seriously, quit Rebel Pro, pack your bags and get the fuck home. Please do it. Seriously, make my job easier. In fact, if anyone wants to quit and go home, I was gracious enough to bring in some Greyhound vouchers for you.

The Phoenix tosses the file folder on to the announcer’s table.

The Phoenix: There, just talk to Chet or Rob and they’ll

make sure your sorry asses gets home. So what’s it gonna be? Are you going to pack up and go home, killing Rebel Pro in the process? I’m not gonna lie, I really hope you do. Unforunately, I know that most of you aren’t smart enough to do the right thing and send Rebel Pro to the grave like it deserves. So for those of you that stay, shut your stupid mouths and do your goddamn jobs. But be very aware, Rebel Pro’s days are numbered and there’s not a thing you can do to change that. I’m a legend in this business and you’re all less than a bunch of nothings. If I say I’m going to destroy this dump, it will happen, count on it.

The Phoenix: And I’ve got one more thing to say. I know that there’s going to be plenty of pissed off people behind the curtain and they’re probably going to want to get some revenge for everything I’ve been saying. Please feel free to try.

The Phoenix holds up a ticket.

The Phoenix: Do you see this? I’m the only paying customer in the Rec Center. If anyone lays a hand on me, on a person that isn’t a Rebel Pro contracted wrestler? Hell, even if Larry Gordon could afford a lawyer, there’s not a chance in hell he wouldn’t lose the company over the lawsuit I’d bring down on his ass. So please, please, please just one guy, lay a single finger on me so I can put Rebel Pro out of its misery real quick. Like I said, Rebel Pro is going down either way, but tonight one of you can decide if it dies a slow and painful death or a quick and easy one.

The Final Countdown starts to play again as the Phoenix leaves the ring.

We came back from commercial to find Reaver and Charles Bryant in the ring already and going at it. With the removal of the Aggression Title match, this match was moved to air on the card. Reaver was able to lift the larger Bryant up with a German suplex and causing Bryant’s head to slam into a steel chair. Reaver was able to leap over and bounce off the ropes with a springboard Asai moonsault, floating into a cover. He only got two, but that was because he pulled himself off the pin at the last second thanks to Simon’s orders on the outside. Reaver lifted Charles up, throwing the chair at his face and nailing an enziguri assisted chair kick to his head, before following it up with a steel chair assisted top rope double foot stomp. Simon had Reaver go after the shooting star press as well and Reaver nailed it perfectly. Charles’ face and head is bloody from the multiple chair shots and Reaver stands on his face for the pin and win.

We head to commercial and plan to come back with Jacob Venar vs JT Whiplash.

The bell sounded in the empty arena as The Phoenix paid little attention to the match. JT Whiplash and Jacob Venar locked up, exchanging many holds, reversing, and counter holds during the match. Most thought this would go hardcore, giving Jacob Venar last week and JT’s history over the past years. However, this match stayed on the techinical side with Jacob continuously going to a side headlock. JT would counter by throwing Jacob into the ropes, to slap on a side headlock of his own. Jacob with a German suplex, but in the next instant JT would break out, to deliver a German suplex of his own to Venar. JT was climbing to the top turnbuckle when Marcus Marion came out from the back, delivering a steel chair shot to JT’s back. JT fell on the canvas, and thanks to a DDT moments earlier, Jacob had no idea that Marion got involved. Marcus headed to the back and after he was in the back Jacob climbed up top and hit SMW for the pin and the win. The camera cut over to The Phoenix to see him napping in his King’s throne chair.
And we pan into the ring, Jenny Jersey, Rebel Pro’s most eye-candy ring announcer, is standing with a mic in-hand. A desk is set up, along with two pens and a single sheet of paper on said desk. We are eager to hear what Jersey has to say, and when she begins, we really wish they didn’t.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce the official Rebel Pro World title contract signing between challenger Justin Case and Rebel World Champion Marcus Marion.

Silence.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing to the ring first, as per requested, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia, he weighs in at 234 and a half pounds. He is THE self-proclaimed Rebel Pro main-event, THE Revolutionary and Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…MARCUS MARION!

At that, “My Michelle” by GNR plays over the PA system. Marion, coming out to the ring as if he was accepting an Academy Award, makes it all dramatic. A true “aww shucks” type of moment. The Rebel World title is nowhere to be found, only the Bad Girl at his side.

Giving a cold look Jersey’s way, there is no love lost between them, Marion and Rhodes make their way into the squared circle. Once inside, gold spotlights assault the center of the ring, resting squarely on Marion… oh, how the crowd would hate this. Marion would bath in their contempt, hamming it up.

JENNY JERSEY: So, Mr. Marion, where is the Rebel Pro World

title? This is a contract signing match and, well, we can’t have a contract signing without the World title, it’s a time honored tradition.

Marion, being afforded a mic from Nicole who picked one from outside, all but snarls at Jersey.

MARCUS MARION: Under your skirt. That’s WHERE it’s at. Have a problem with that, wench?

Jersey, remaining calm, simply responds with…

JENNY JERSEY: I am out here at the behest of Mr. Gordon to see that a World title match gets signed. The fans at home want to see this signing as well as the rest of the show in its entirety.

Being difficult on purpose, Marion checks her with…

MARCUS MARION: So. I could care less about “tradition”. But, since the sight of you is like a flesh-tearing hell, ripping my skin off. I want this to be as quick as possible so I’ll bite, you and the “sheep” in their ducttaped recliners at home get to see THE World title tonight.

At that, the same four muscle-bound brutes from the last Aggression, haul a wooden platform out, with the World title resting comfortably on pillows. Marion leans over the ropes, then grabs ahold of the World title, slinging it over his right shoulder.

MARCUS MARION: Eh, don’t even bother going through the motions introducing Case, he’s NOT the World Champion, and so, he should get NO entrance. Show me to your leader – where’s that pen and paper?

“Victory” hits up in the speakers as Marion leans down to sign the contract, the pen poised right above the “X”

JUSTIN CASE: Marion, my good fellow.”

Case looks around, the non existent crowd not bothering him in the least, he is still Justin Case crowd or not.

JUSTIN CASE: Don’t let me bother you, go ahead and put your untalented signature to that contract, but I do warn you that signing it…

Justin steps up onto the apron, now into the ring.

JUSTIN CASE: Signing that paper, will be like signing your will. Go ahead and consider it signing your will…

Justin makes a motion for Marion to continue, but the hated blonde stands back up.

MARCUS MARION: What do you mean Case? You come out here with all of your pomp and circumstance, but yet, is it you that has the World Title.

Marion makes a motion as though he is looking for it on Justin’s person.

MARCUS MARION: I don’t see it… oh wait, there it is… and is it in your posession? No, it is in the hands of its rightful owner and rightful Champion… The One… Marcus Marion.

Case steps up across the table, nose to nose with Marion.

MARCUS MARION: You may be the Millenium Game, but I… Marcus Marion… am The Main Event! I am The Revolutionary! I! Am! Marcus! Marion!

Marcus quickly signs the paper, Case staring him down the entire time.

MARCUS MARION: Sign the line Case, because just like the hype of the millennium is over, so is your World Title chances.

Case signs the paper, both men now staring at each other.

JUSTIN CASE: Marion, you think you are so smug, well I’ll show you why I’m just too talented and why I rule this f*bleep*king show!

Marion actually smiles, leaning back from Case.

MARCUS MARION: Game Over Case, the real World Champion has returned to play.

Marion and Nicole pass by Case, stepping out of the ring and heading back up the aisle. Marcus leaves the men holding the World Title, to show it off to Case. But wait a second! A man steps from the belt bearers and leans over the paper… He quickly signs his name next to “Referee:”… The signature?

Justin Case turns, not seeing any of this taking place,he stares at Marion. Marion watches as…

JT WHIPLASH SIGNS AS SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!

Johnny came out after Blood and these two began a fast and furious battle. Johnny was ticked off that Blood didn’t bother to record a promo against him and let him have it. Johnny locked on the Perfect Armbar almost to the point of submission before releasing Blood to pull him up to his feet. Johnny leaped in the air to slam his shin into Blood’s face and Maverick went on the offensive using some MMA tactics to get Blood down on the mat where he practiced some ground and pound techniques. Maverick locked on the Perfect Armbar again, but didn’t let Blood submit, instead releasing the hold again. Blood tried to get in some offense when he caught Johnny’s foot, but Maverick leaped up and back, slamming the sole of his boot into Blood’s face. Maverick picked him back up, hitting ABM for the pin and the win in dominating fashion. After the match, Marina Blue came out to point and laugh at Blood openingly, Johnny looked down at his defeated opponent and decided Marina deserved to laugh. Shrugging his shoulders he headed backstage as Marina just laughed at Blood still.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall…..

“Boom! Do you want it!
Boom! Do you need it!
Boom! Let me hear it!
Ladies & Gentlemen!”

Saliva blasts through the PA!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, representing the team of Cash N’ Ass and being accompanied by Chris Casino, he hails from Funkytown USA and weighs in at 253 pounds….’The Mad Pimp’ Dr. Tittylover!!!!

The team of Cash N’ Ass make their way from the back to a non-ovation from The Phoenix! Tittylover is making sure he greets the cameras in the arena and Casino as always looks to be all business.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“Slip It In” by Black Flag pounds the PA!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in tonight at 123 pounds, she is the Xtreme Porn Goddess….Marina Bluuuuuuuuuue!!!!

She emerges from the back and the men, at home, go crazy (most of whom have seen several of her movies no doubt.) She heads to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Referee Alan Stone looks to be the man in charge tonight as he ushers Casino out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: So for the first time ever, we have Dr. Tittylover & Marina Blue facing off in the ring tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah and I bet they’ll be facing off after the match in her hotel room.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thanks for that horrid mental image.

The bell rings and the two circle each other. Lock up in the center of the ring. Side head lock from Blue. Tittylover shoots her into the ropes and drops her with a shoulder tackle. Blue scrambles back to her feet and gets taken over with a high hip toss. Again the spunky former porn star is quick to her feet and backs herself into a corner. Tittylover closes the gap and takes a boot to the gut. Forearm shot from Blue. Another! Blue pulls herself to the second turnbuckle and takes flight. Missile dropkick to the chest of Tittylover sends the sex fiend rolling to the outside! Blue readies herself, watches as Tittylover turns his attention back to her and slams into him with a baseball slide that sends him crashing back into the guard rails!

COREY TAYLOR: She’s taking it to the freak! No doubt to his delight!

ROB MARTINEZ: One has to wonder if Tittylover is to much of a ‘fan’ of her former work to do much harm to her.

Blue is outside the ring and rolls the bigger man back inside the squared circle. She climbs up onto the ring apron and goes for a springboard body splash. Tittylover gets his knees up just in time! Marina rolls away from him clutching at her gut as ‘The Mad Pimp’ gets back to his feet. Blue is up and rushes at Tittylover only to take a big boot (Bootzilla!) to the face that puts her back onto the mat! Elbow drop across the ample chest of Blue and a cover from Tittylover. Stone gets a count of two before Blue kicks out. Tittylover locks in a reverse chinlock and smiles at the mountains. Blue is able to power herself up enough to execute a jawbreaker on Tittylover that breaks the hold! Tittylover shakes his head clear, rushes at Blue and runs into a monkey flip from his tiny foe! Tittylover rolls to his feet, spins around and gets snapped back to the mat with a hurricanrana!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t forget that even though Blue is much smaller than Tittylover, she once beat both the REBEL and PWA World Champs in the same week.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but those were non title matches! She hasn’t really done anything since coming to REBEL.

ROB MARTINEZ: She once beat Dirty Money for the Tag Titles.

COREY TAYLOR: ……..

Blue is measuring Tittylover as he slowly gets to his feet. She goes for a high kick to the head but Tittylover blocks it! Goozle! Chokeslam from Tittylover! Blue bounces off the mat from the force of the impact and Tittylover follows up with a legdrop! A cover! Another count of two as Blue gets a shoulder up! Tittylover is up and starts to pull Blue up as well when she unleashes a dreaded Ball Claw! The men at the announcers’ table groan and instantly grab their privates in ‘phantom pain’ but Tittylover is smiling! Blue looks confused and grabs his junk with her other hand! A two handed ball claw!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah! Make her stop! My boys are trying to crawl for help here!

Headbutt from Tittylover drops Blue to a seated position on the mat! Tittylover reaches into his leather pants and pulls out a diamond encrusted cup! Tittylover whacks the cup off of the head of Blue and it flies out of the ring and into the empty building where they part like the red sea.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, can’t imagine many fans, if there were any here, wanting THAT to take home.

Tittylover pulls Blue up and hoists her up onto his shoulder. She squirms her way free and drops down behind him. Dropkick to the back from Blue sends Tittylover stumbling and falling onto the second ring

rope! Blue goes for her ’6969′ (Mysterios 619) and connects! Tittylover is thrown back and collides with the referee who goes down! Springboard seated senton from Blue! Tittylover is down and pinned and the referee is out! Casino slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait. What’s this?

Superkick from Casino! Blue is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t belive it! He just dropped Blue!

COREY TAYLOR: You don’t belive Casino would cheat? Who have you been watching the last few months?

Casino is helping

up Tittylover.

Superkick from Casino!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell!?

COREY TAYLOR: YES!!!

Tittylover is down and we are shocked. Stone is stirring and Casino grabs a dazed Blue and tosses her onto his partner! The referee makes the count! it’s academic as his hand hits the canvas for the third time!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is Casino doing!?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

A groggy Stone raises the hand of a dazed Blue but both of them are shoved to the mat by an irate looking Chris Casino. He’s grabbed a chair from outside and is waiting for Tittylover to get to his feet. Chairshot to the cranium! ‘The Mad Pimp’ drops like a rock and the imaginary boos start. Casino scans the empty building and smirks. He takes the chair and wedges the foot and ankle of Tittylover inside it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Someone needs to stop him!

Casino stomps down on the chair and Tittylover howls in agony! Again he stomps on the chair and his partners leg is bent at a horrid angle. Casino is yelling for a microphone.

COREY TAYLOR: Give it to him!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is disgusting!

Casino has a mic and stands over his now former partner.

CASINO: Look at you. LOOK. AT. YOU. You’re a JOKE. You made ME a joke. For years I’ve tried to get rid of you. But you always came back! You never stayed away! You didn’t think I could get out of those papers you had drawn up!? I’m Chris Casino you crazy bastard! For months I’ve been held back by people like Krusty and then you but NO MORE. Now I go back to being on my own. Being the main eventer I am.

Casino drops to his knees and gets into the face of Tittylover.

CASINO: Here’s a secret. Not even an hour after I found out REBEL made us teammates, I had my lawyers get me out of that contract. But you know what? I still felt remorse for you. After all these years. I still felt sorry for you. I’ve known you all my life and I can’t change what happened, but you NEVER let it go. You became this….Thing I see before me. I teamed with you and you to help you but it only made me WEAK. Well whose weak now?

Tittylover grabs the microphone out of Casinos hand! Casino looks shocked, more so when the man laying before him….Starts to laugh.

TITTYLOVER: Jokes on you sucka. I saw what a pussy you had turned into down here in REBEL and I came to save you. Just like I always have. I saved you when you was a kid and bein’ ignored by your daddy. I let you love my only daughter because you were like a son to me. I’m sorry I dropped the dime on your old man, but it made you tough didn’t it? Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my precious Zoe, as I’m sure you do, but look what it made us. It made us STARS!

Casino starts to back away from Tittylover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my…This man is total insane.

TITTYLOVER: Look at us Chris. We’re MONSTERS. Forever intertwined. We’ll never be apart. We’ll never….

With a scream Casino stomps down on the chair again and Tittylover screams in pain. Again he stomps on the chair! A third time! Security finally bum rush the ring and pull Casino away from the mad man laying on the mat.

TITTYLOVER: (quietly) Heh…I broke apart your family because I thought I could do better….Then my daughter got killed because of you…It’s all a joke. Life is all a joke….You and I are FREAKS. We deserved all of this….

Casino is dragged out of the ring and the mic is taken from Tittylover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, I simply don’t know what to say about this disturbing situation. Dr. Henry Thomas, the man also known as Dr. Tittylover has simply played another vicious mind game on Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: Geez…If Casino wasn’t crazy enough before…What now?

For now that question has to be unanswered as we close with an image of a maniacal looking Dr. Tittylover laughing and not caring about his shattered leg.

go to black.

“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!

The arena hosting tonights REBEL Aggression show is….Well empty. The ring crew, assorted vendors and even the announce team are sitting around making small talk. Occasionally someone will check their watch and cast a look at the doors.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m going to ask one more time Corey….What time did you tell the radio DJs that the show would start?

COREY TAYLOR: Er, did I tell you guys that the radio station all gave us free tee shirts?

The doors fly open and in walks, no not fans, but Fantastic Andy!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Fu…

Fantastic Andy comes out carrying a boom box. As he enters the arena, he pushes the play button and “The Final Countdown” starts to play. Rob Robinson, the Phoenix, comes in, wearing a dark blue suit, and he heads to the ring with Fantastic Andy following close behind. Robinson hops the barricade and climbs the ringsteps into the ring, then proceeds to climb each turnbuckle to play to the non-existent crowd. Once he’s done with that he heads to the center of the ring and Fantastic Andy stops the music.

COREY TAYLOR: Thank God I hate that song.

ROB ROBINSON: Rebel Pro, allow me to welcome you to my hometown. Don’t take the crowd, or lack thereof, as an indicator of Orlando’s feelings about wrestling. The fact of the matter is, I bought all the tickets myself. I really didn’t have a choice, I couldn’t allow you to subject the fine people of Orlando to the garbage that you pass off as wrestling. Actually, to be totally honest, I’m the guy that booked the next three shows down here. I had Fantastic Andy here call Larry Gordon and pass himself off as an event promoter that wanted to bring Rebel Pro to Orlando. Gordon, the fool that he is, jumped at the money and exposure and here we are.

ROB ROBINSON: Why would I go all this trouble? Because this company is a joke and it makes the sport I’ve dedicated my life to look like a joke. I may not be able to force Rebel Pro to stop putting on shows, but I can sure as hell make sure that no one can come to them. I look at it as doing humanitarian work. So enjoy performing in a ghost town for the rest of your sorry careers. When the run of shows in Orlando is over, don’t think this is over. Do you think your loyal fans will bother coming to see you once they hear you left them to do shows in front of empty seats?

COREY TAYLOR: ECW used to do it all the time. Oh wait, bad example.

ROB ROBINSON: But most importantly, do you know the real reason I did this? Because I can. You guys can’t do anything to me, you can’t affect my life in a single meaningful way. But I can control your entire world. Because I’m a big star from a big company with a shitload of money. And what good is having the money if you can’t enjoy spending it? I’ve never made a secret of how much I hate this company and how every single match is a personal insult to me and the sport I love. But those are just words. This is me taking action. Those of you in the back that can read and write, take some notes on how a real man operates.

COREY TAYLOR: Get your notepad ready Rob!

ROB ROBINSON: One last thing and then I’ll let this mockery of a show continue. I’ve noticed that you guys can’t even defend yourself from a mystery attacker, even your champions get beat down on a weekly basis! Since the Phoenix is in the building tonight, since a real athelete is here, consider yourselves safe for tonight. Actually, I’ll extend my protection for all three shows in Orlando. For the last month you’ve been afraid and jumping at shadows, but tonight you get to see what its like to be feared and powerful. And it is just further proof that I’m better than you.

Fantastic Andy starts the boombox and Phoenix leaves the ring, playing to the nonexistent crowd before sitting in a throne like chair.

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome to REBEL Pro wrestling!

KILLSWITCH ENGAGE.

There is no crowd to deliver boos!

ROB MARTINEZ: There are no boos, but I can still feel the fans at home hating this man.

COREY TAYLOR: …

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe Gordon is giving this monster another chance!

Jester the Ringleader emerges from the back to meet the empty Orlando Rec Center, the angry, intense Akuma following close behind.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From the Demonic Circus, weighing in at three hundred twenty five pounds! AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Akuma slides into the ring and holds the ropes open for his master. “I’m A Rebel” hits up the speakers and the crowd is still non existant.
Larry Gordon emerges from the curtain with a microphone in hand.

LARRY GORDON: Now, I know how you all think that what happened at last week’s Main Event was completely unprofessional and just plain wrong.

Crickets, literally one hops across the floor.

LARRY GORDON: But you see, I’m a forgiving person. Tonight, Akuma the Malignant will be given just one more chance to prove himself. And he will do so against the wrestler that I have chosen. If he loses? He’s gone.

Two crickets, but it is The Phoenix’s tapping on his IPhone that is heard above the silence of the invisible crowd.

LARRY GORDON: Now, I thought long and hard about who I would choose to be Akuma’s opponent for tonight. I think I’ve finally made a decision. Someone who’s worked hard. Someone who has shown a lot of promise. Someone who has picked up a little bit of gold since their return…

The IPhone buzzes, Phoenix has a new text. Gordon looks over to Phoenix, disgust but a smirk on his face as well. Either way, he and his wrestlers get paid; empty arena or not.

LARRY GORDON: I’m talking about a former Aggression Champion and a two time World Tag Team champion. And he’s making his way to the ring… now.

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM.”

COREY TAYLOR: Wait, what?

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Jacob Venar’s music! You remember how Akuma came to be in REBEL Pro, don’t you? As Venar’s bodyguard against Johnny Maverick and Justin Case!

LARRY GORDON: What better way to rid REBEL Pro of this monster… than the same way he came in?

“Falcon” Jacob Venar emerges from the curtain, a look of severe focus and determination in his red eyes. He walks out from the curtain slowly, stopping beside Larry Gordon to look at his competition, then back to the commissioner. Venar removes the World Tag belt from his shoulder and hands it to Gordon, before walking toward the ring, checking his wrist tape.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From British Columbia, Canada! Weighing in a two hundred forty five pounds! He is one half of the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions! “FALCON”! JACOB! VENAR!

Venar breaks into a full sprint half way to the ring and DIVES over the middle rope, rolling to his feet to meet a laughing Ringleader. The Ringleader leaves the ring as referee Jimmy Johnson gets into position and calls for the bell.

DING DING.

COREY TAYLOR: This… Could get interesting.

ROB MARTINEZ: That it could. Venar has been on an impressive roll since his return, only being pinned once, losing the Aggression title to Xandor Cross a month or so ago. Other than that, he’s been undefeated in singles competition.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, even the monstrous Akuma isn’t undefeated.

ROB MARTINEZ: Exactly! It will be interesting to see how this match transpires!

Akuma readies himself, growling with anger. The former Bird of Prey scoffs a little, glaring up at the monster as he readies himself as well. The monster charges, but Venar sideswipes! Akuma stops short of hitting the turnbuckle but Venar lines him up with a standing drop kick to the back that sends the beast careening into the turnbuckle. The angry Akuma turns to cause damage to Venar, but Venar evades the second attack as well, ducking under the beast’s arm and hitting a WHISPER IN THE WIND that connects with the monster’s skull! Venar goes down as Akuma reels, holding his head. Venar is quickly back to his feet, and he runs to the ropes hitting a SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY–CAUGHT BY AKUMA! Venar in trouble as Akuma winds him up and DENTS the canvas with a HUGE powerslam! Venar grits his teeth, but Akuma doesn’t give him time to relax, bending over and grabbing Venar by the long black hair. Akuma with an irish whip to the corner, following up with a HUGE splash!

COREY TAYLOR: OOH, Venar got the wind knocked out of him on that one!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, that was a huge blow from Akuma! Larry Gordon is watching from the curtain… I wonder what he sees in this kid?

Larry Gordon watches intently from the top of the aisle as Venar takes a couple STIFF shots to the head before being irish whipped to the ropes. Venar comes back on the rebound and takes a BIG BOOT that levels him! Venar appears to be getting frustrated as the Ringleader barks orders from ringside. Akuma lays a few STIFF boots to Venar’s midsection and head while he tries to cover up, but there’s only so much you can do against

size seventeens. The Ringleader barks an order from the outside, and Akuma walks over to the turnbuckle and TEARS off the protective rubber padding covering the unforgiving steel! Akuma, further obeying his master, grabs a rising Venar and irish whips Venar, WITH AUTHORITY, into the turnbuckle! Venar bounces off the steel, holding the small of his back as he growls from the canvas. Akuma picks Venar up and hits a SNAP SUPLEX that sends all of the blood rushing out of Venar’s head. Akuma goes for the cover, and Johnson slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two by the Falcon! Akuma looks at his master, who immediately orders him to start searching under the ring for something. Akuma rolls out, and digs around under the canvas, throwing out several items. A table, a burlap sack, a kendo stick, a barbed wire baseball bat, a steel chair, you name it, it’s now amongst the debris strewn throughout the floor. Akuma looks at the weapons at his disposal, choosing which one to use — HOLY HELL SUICIDE PLANCHA! Venar out of NOWHERE with a suicide plancha to the outside takes Akuma into the guard rail, almost taking out the Ringleader in the meantime.

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY HANNAH DID YOU SEE THAT?!

COREY TAYLOR: That was SICK! He almost took out that laughing maniac too!

Venar grabs the closest thing at his disposal, the kendo stick, and starts BEATING Akuma with it about the head and arms as the monster tries to cover up. The stick BURSTS into splinters with a good shot to the beast’s head, and Venar tosses the stick away with a smirk. He grabs the groggy Akuma and WHIPS him hard into the apron before picking up the burlap sack and tossing it into the ring, its contents spilling throughout the ring. Venar rolls the Demon into the ring, but holds his head on the apron. Venar climbs the ring steps, bounces off the ropes, LEG DROP across the throat of Akuma! Venar is getting fired up! He rolls into the ring and drags Akuma in with him. Venar digs around the burlap sack and pulls out a silk bag with a draw string and a staple gun. Venar advances on Akuma, and KA-CHUNKS three staples into the monster’s face. Akuma growls loudly, blood trickling down his face as Venar tosses away the staple gun and hooks Akuma up — Akuma counters, slapping away Venar’s hand and kicking him in the gut! Akuma, setting up for All’s End… Venar breaks free! He backs away from Akuma, CHARGES… SUPERMAN PUNCH! Akuma reels, holding his face, but Venar holds his hand in pain, taking a lot out of that strike!

ROB MARTINEZ: THAT, ladies and gents, is a new move in Venar’s repertoire we’ve never seen before! He calls that the Falcon Punch!

COREY TAYLOR: It was awesome!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you hated Venar?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, he’s a freakin’ glory hound. Show off.

Venar sizes up the monster… RUNNING ENZUIGIRI! NO! AKUMA CATCHES VENAR BY THE LEG AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! Venar arches his back in pain, as Akuma reaches down for the bag. He empties the contents…

TEN.

THOUSAND.

THUMBTACKS!

COREY TAYLOR: What is it with Akuma and thumbtacks?

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess he likes them, Taylor. Just like you like underage girls.

COREY TAYLOR: I had NO IDEA she was underage. Get off my back.

Akuma turns to Venar, who kicks Akuma in the face! Akuma staggers! Venar kicks Akuma in the inside of the knee, dropping him to one knee. SHINING WIZARD! AKUMA GOES DOWN IN THE THUMBTACKS! Venar hits the turnbuckle, HE FLIES! MOONSAULT… No, FULL ROTATION! MOONSAULT SENTON CONNECTS! Akuma holds his midsection after the impact!

ROB MARTINEZ: Another of Venar’s new moves called “Unkindness”!

COREY TAYLOR: OH MY GAW– Ahem… It was “all right” I guess.

Rob Martinez rolls his eyes as Akuma writhes on the mat, the thumbtacks digging into his back. Venar is getting up slowly as well, looking to end it all here! He climbs the turnbuckle, readies himself… looks to the empty building around him! HE FLIES!

SPREAD!

MY!

WINGS!

NOBODY HOME! VENAR LANDS SQUARE IN THE SEA OF THUMBTACKS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Venar, putting his career, no his LIFE, on the line with that move!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN Akuma got out of there in a hurry! That was FAST!

Venar is writhing on the mat, holding his bleeding back in pain, but he appears to be smiling. Jester the Ringleader tosses the steel chair into the ring as Akuma stands to his feet. Akuma takes the chair as Venar gets to his hands and knees. FWHACK! The thumbtacks are sent DEEPER into Venar’s back with that strike! ANOTHER shot! A THIRD! Venar is rolling around in the thumbtacks! Ringleader barks an order at Akuma, and he tosses the chair away. Akuma picks up Venar and locks in a TORTURE RACK! THE ARMS OF DESPAIR! Venar is flailing, kicking, trying to get free, but Akuma wrenches HARDER on the hold as Larry Gordon watches from the aisle! Johnny Maverick appears as well, carrying his half of the tag titles, to watch this match alongside Gordon. Venar fights, but it looks like he might tap! Venar raises his arm… he’s close, Jimmy Johnson is checking… But Venar starts laughing? Akuma is thrown off by Venar’s painful cackling, enjoying his own misery. Akuma looks at his master, who YELLS at him to release him! Akuma SLAMS Venar face first into the thumbtacks as he continues to laugh through gritted teeth. Ringleader ORDERS Akuma to END IT. Akuma reaches down, and gets Venar in a fireman’s carry! GORRILLA PRESS! DEMONIC ASCENSION! IT’S OVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE…

Foot on the rope.

VENAR GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPE! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!

Maverick and Gordon both applaud from the curtain, Phoenix is still texting on his phone and reading a book? Akuma looks at his master, both confused and frustrated. The Ringleader thinks for a moment, and then orders him to try again. Akuma picks up Venar, and shoves his head between his legs! ALL’S END COMING UP!

UP!

AND!

DOWN!

…

VENAR HAS AKUMA LOCKED IN THE BERMUDA TRIANGLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a counter! Venar grabbed Akuma’s arm and now has that deadly triangle choke locked in! Akuma is fading!

COREY TAYLOR: I just want this impossible match to END already!

Akuma, flailing on his feet, tries to fight through the pain, but he’s fading fast! He does the only thing he knows how to. COMPLETES THE MOVE! He SLAMS Venar down to the mat, but he’s not pinning! He’s still trying to catch his breath! Venar chuckles through gritted teeth, but somehow finds his feet… AKUMA WITH A SPEAR! But… Akuma is out?

AKUMA IS OUT!

VENAR GOT THAT STEEL CHAIR UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma is OUT! Now’s your chance, kid! Finish that monster once and for all!

Venar, feeling that spear a LOT, somehow climbs to the top turnbuckle. Akuma’s a bit far away, but Venar doesn’t care. He FLIES ANYWAY.

SPREAD…

MY…

WINGS!

CONNECTS!

Venar makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen! Here is your winner! “FALCON”! JACOB! VENAR!

Larry Gordon smiles triumphantly from the aisle as Johnny Maverick cheers for his friend and tag team partner. Venar, somehow, finds his feet and stands on his own power, blood dripping from his chest, back and face. Jimmy Johnson raises Venar’s hand in victory as Akuma slowly finds his own feet, his master and Ringleader climbing into the ring to assist him.

LARRY GORDON: Well, Ringleader, there you have it. You’re done.

The Ringleader tries to plead to the commissioner…

LARRY GORDON: If I ever see you, or your client in a REBEL Pro ring or arena again, I will personally have you both arrested. You do understand? Security, please escort these two sideshow freaks out of my arena.

Ten, fifteen, maybe twenty security officials, BIG security officials, make their way down to the ring as Venar walks up the aisle. Venar shakes Gordon’s hand, collects his World tag belt, and leaves with his partner as security places handcuffs on Akuma to lead him and his master out of the ring. For good.

Commercial for Jacob, because we here recording this thank him for his contribution.

As Chet Whetleson makes his way to the ring he steps inside and grabs the microphone. He looks around a moment at the completely empty arena, ignoring this fact he puts the microphone to his lips anyways.
CHET WHETLESON: I’ve been informed by Larry Gordon that this match is now a Loser Leaves Rebel Pro match!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? A Loser leaves Rebel Pro match? Right here? Right now?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know! Maybe we should try out a replay feature incase you didn’t hear Chet the first time?

ROB MARTINEZ: Right. Right.

JENNY JERSEY: Ahem… The following match is schedueled for one fall and will now be a Loser Leaves Rebel Pro Match! Introducing first!

“The Kenyan King” by The Kenyan Bomas hits up in the speakers as from the back, escorted by Damien Alexander, comes Kongo to a huge amount of nothing. Kongo looks around, but the nothing doesn’t seem to bother him at all as it is what he is used to.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring standing at seven feet two inches and weighing three hundred and sixty pounds, accompanied to the ring by Damien Alexander… “THE KENYAN KING” KONGO!

Kongo steps flat footed up onto the apron before stepping over the top rope and into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo has had a run of bad luck recently. I’m betting he’s hoping to turn a new corner and change that luck here tonight against the newcomer to Rebel.

COREY TAYLOR: Right. I’m just not sure he realizes who he is facing in that newcomer.

Suddenly “Duel of the Fates” by John Williams hits on the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Standing in at five feet and nine inches tall, and weighing one hundred and sixty pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Simon Kalis! He is… REAVER!

The camera looks at the entrance way a moment in shock as Reaver steps out, with his chilling master Simon Kalis. Both men make their way to the ring. They stop at the apron and Reaver turns around to face Simon Kalis. Reaver gets on one knee, clasps his hands and says a prayer before his Master. Kalis puts his hand under Reaver’s chin and lifts his head up, nodding with approval and making odd hand motions as if to bless Reaver. Reaver gets to his feet and slides into the ring now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver’s master looks like some kind of satanic priest. Not sure the fans watching on the internet are appreciating that very much.

COREY TAYLOR: Forget that! Look at the difference in these two men!

Reaver tilts his head all the way back and looks up at the giant man Kongo before him. On the outside Simon Kalis drops his black robe and hood and reveals he’s wearing a “Stay 2nd Amendment” t-shirt, as he adjusts the firearm tucked into his belt he points at Damien Alexander to warn him from interfering.

DING DING

Reaver doesn’t even need to drop to his knees, he low blows Kongo right off the bat! Kongo winces in pain and leans forward holding his crotch in pain. Reaver bounces off the ropes and hits him with a spinning heel kick as he comes flying back using the ropes for momentum. Kongo stumbles back but the big man is still on his feet. Kalis throws Reaver a stapler from the outside of the ring and Reaver catches it. He smashes it on Kongo’s head and begins stapling his forehead repeatedly to the cheers of Simon! Damien looks at Simon on the outside with disgust, but Kalis merely smirks and points back at the golden desert eagle mark VII on his waist.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is he allowed to have a gun? What if he gives it to Reaver?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know. Suffering suckatash! Let’s check the rules book!

ROB MARTINEZ: You don’t need to be so patronizing sometimes, Corey.

Reaver smashes the stapler one more time across Kongo’s head and it explodes on impact with such force, driving a number of small staples into both Kongo’s head and Reaver’s hand. Reaver jumps onto the top rope and balances himself before leaping off and landing onto Kongo’s shoulders. Kongo stumbles in the ring as Reaver rips the staples out and begins bashing his head with a closed fist. Reaver uses his legs to pull Kongo’s arms ups. Reaver grabs the arms, pulls them back up and then uses his body weight to drive Kongo down and into the canvas. Simon applauds the masterful move that finally brings the big man down.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll admit, that was pretty awesome.

COREY TAYLOR: It was like a facebuster but with an already busted face. Kudos to the new guy.

Kalis throws a chair into the ring he got from ringside and Damien Alexander is not pleased. Reaver picks up the chair and smashes it over Kongo’s face as he tries to get up! One shot! Two shots! Three shots! FOUR SHOTS! FIVE SHOTS! The chair is mangled and a mess and Reaver throws it to Kongo who catches it, only to get superkicked and have it smash again against his face. Kongo stumbles in the ring unaware of his surroundings as Reaver jumps to the outside apron and then springboards himself back into the ring, landing a suicide plancha on Kongo. Kongo hits the canvas hard as Kalis rummages underneath the ring. Kalis finds a brick and slides it into the ring toward Reaver. Kongo actually grabs it and attempts to smash Reaver’s head but fails. Reaver instead dodges it quickly and locks in a wrist lock of doom on Kongo. Reaver stomps his foot and sends Kongo into the ropes. Reaver quickly grabs the brick and as Kongo comes running back, Reaver throws himself into the air and smashes the brick over Kongo’s head. Kongo hits the canvas HARD as the brick shatters over his face, leaving him completely bloodied at this point.

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t looking good for Kongo at this point.

COREY TAYLOR: No, I’d say if he planned on getting his ass handed to him on a platter he’s doing a fantastic job of this!

Damien Alexander seems to have had enough of Simon’s interferences and tries to approach him. Kalis however chucks in a 2×4 piece of wood to Reaver and begins singing “Oops! I Did It Again!” by Britney Spears to the flabergasted Damien Alexander while pointing to his Desert Eagle.

SIMON KALIS: OOPS! I did it again! I played with your boy! Got his face mashed up bad! I’m NOT… THAT… Innocent!

Simon laugh and applauds as Kalis sings. Reaver holds the 2×4 and swings it like a baseball bat at Kongo as he gets to his feet. Reaver smashes it again over Kongo’s face as he’s down on the canvas and shatters this 2×4 over his head now. Reaver hits an asai moonsault for good measure and goes for the cover! Jimmy Johnson drops for the count!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR-NO!

Reaver gets up at Kalis’ order and lets go of the pin. Reaver gets to his feet and hits a corkscrew leg drop on Kongo to the amazement of the fans watching at home. Reaver is back up and heads to the top rope. He comes flying off with a shooting star press and lands it cleanly on Kongo. Reaver looks up at his Master, and Simon motions Reaver to end things.

COREY TAYLOR: This kid follows orders pretty good! I gotta get me a servant apprentice like that!

ROB MARTINEZ: You mean a house maid?

COREY TAYLOR: I guess. May as well. Someone is going to need to clean up this mess.

Reaver stands back and bows. Kongo gets to his feet and seems very angry for obvious reasons as he wipes the blood from his face. Reaver sees this and heads to the ropes as Kongo charges. Reaver hits the top rope, springboards himself off, corkscrews through the air and puts his leg out and lands a massive superkick to the chin of Kongo. Kongo’s head tilts up,

he spins and then hits the canvas. Reaver stomps his foot down on Kongo, slaps his chest and gives out the fascist salute as Jimmy Johnson goes to count Reaver’s foot over Kongo.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow! What an upset! What a one sided match! Reaver with the convincing victory here tonight, folks! And Kongo is GONE from Rebel Pro!

COREY TAYLOR: Ouch. This is going to sting.

“Duel of the Fates” hits once more as Reaver has his arm raised.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match… REAVER!

Reaver falls to one knee and reaches for a small pouch on his waist. He withdraws a single white feather and dabs Kongo’s blood onto it. He gets to his feet and slides out of the ring. He stands before his master Simon Kalis and presents him with the bloody feather as a sign of victory. Kalis nods and smiles as he raises Reaver’s hand once again and points to his apprentice. Kongo remains in the ring, down and out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Impressive start to the young apprentice.

COREY TAYLOR: Is this a sign of things to come?

ROB MARTINEZ: Either way, goodbye Kongo!

** Backstage **

We find the former REBEL Tag Team Champions, Cash N’ Ass, standing in a hallway before a large REBEL banner. Both men are in ring gear, odd considering that they’re not wrestling tonight but eh. Tittylover stands behind Casino, smiling and smoking a dubious smelling ‘cigarette.’ Casino is sneering into the camera, arms folded across his chest and an evil glint in his eyes.

CASINO: So last week the team of The Juggernauts beat us for the Tag Titles. I’d say congrats, but it took them three tries to beat us. If you want to stand there and say that’s you’re a better team then by all means do so. I encourage you to continue to live in your fantasy world. It wasn’t talent that beat us. It wasn’t better athletes that beat us. The odds beat us. You got over on us ONCE fellas. Next time? We’ll take back the belts and once again show REBEL that you’re a bunch of ass grabbing morons.

TITTYLOVER: (shouting) Can’t hold the black men down n***as!!!

CASINO: Now we have this mook who walks his fat ass in this arena and says that this company is garbage. What was his name? Andy? Fat Andy?

TITTYLOVER: I think it’s short for ‘Dick.’ As in he has a short….

CASINO: Yeah I get it. Anyway, Andy, you and your boy sure talk tough when no one is around. You know I had my very first match here in Florida. While it’s no Las Vegas nor even Atlanta, it has it’s charms. Or did before BP oil fucked it up.

TITTYLOVER: Damn crackers.

CASINO: You want to make a statement? Take a look at me you pudgy bastard. I don’t jump at shadows. I fear no one nor anything.

TITTYLOVER: Except for that divorce settlement you’re still fighting….

CASINO: (to Tittylover) Shush. (to the camera) You wanna be all Bill Bad Ass in MY company? Well come find me my friend. We’ll see if a ‘Phoenix’ can really rise from the ashes.

Casino turns and walks off camera. Tittylover smiles at us. His gold tooth gleaming.

TITTYLOVER: The end is coming. The Riders Of The Tit-Pocolypse are coming….Bwhahahahahahahaha!!!!!

CASINO: (off screen) Hey! Get over here!

TITTYLOVER: Everything you know will end suckas. Embrace change. The Blackhouse will be in full effect!

‘The Mad Pimp’ turns and eases off screen.

Commercial for Brion’s Babes… just because they are imaginary doesn’t mean he doesn’t love them the same.

We come back from commercial break, all four men are already in the ring. Marcus Marion ismaking sure to walk around the ring showing each man in there his Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Title before handing it over the top rope to his valet Nicole Rhodes.

DING DING

The bell sounds and Marion goes right after Chad while Case is intent on denting in Matthew’s body with a few stiff punches and kicks. Matthew batters back with a roundhouse forearm shot sending Case stumbling backwards towards Marion. Marcus “accidentally” nails Case in the back of the skull with his elbow as he throws a left fist into Chad’s jaw. Chad catches the wrist, dropping down and flipping Marion over onto his back. Chad doesn’t waste a second as he nails a perfect standing shooting star press.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis with a standing shooting star!

COREY TAYLOR: Too little, too late.

ROB MARTINEZ: The match just started.

Phoenix is sitting in his throne like chair, playing something on his Apple IPhone, lucky bastard with the IPhone. Case shuffles forward from the elbow to the back of his head, Matthew lifts hiim up in a bearhug, but Case with a bell clap causes Matthew to drop the wear down move. Case drops to his knees, shoving forward with his shoulder sending Matthew into the corner. Case heads in harder with his shoulder into Matthew’s gut, ramming it in repeatedly. Case climbs up top and begins pounding down with right fists as Jimmy Johnson looks on.

ROB MARTINEZ: No crowd to count.

COREY TAYLOR: Doesn’t lessen the pain though.

Matthew shoves Case off, right into a “accidental” reverse neckbreaker from Marcus Marion. Chad lays on the canvas holding at his midsection.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad still hurting after that missed Best Moonsault Ever.

COREY TAYLOR: For the first time, it lived up to its name.

Marion lifts Chad up, chop to the chest. Phoenix twirls a finger in the air, as though he doesn’t care; in fact he probably doesn’t care. Opening a pizza box, he removes a slice of pepperoni pizza and takes a bite before swigging down some chocolatey Yoo Hoo goodness. Marion lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle, but here comes Matthew. Case trips him and the big man falls into the ropes; causing Marion to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. Marion falls down, his legs trapped in the corner as he hangs in a Tree of Woe in the corner.

COREY TAYLOR: Johnson stop this match! The Champion is in trouble!

ROB MARTINEZ: And what if it were Chad in the same predicament?

COREY TAYLOR: You aren’t dumb, if it were Chad; I simply wouldn’t care.

Matthew stomps on the midsection of Marion as Chad gathers his bearings on the top turnbuckle. “The Show” leaps from the top, over his big brother, to slamm a missile dropkick right into Case’s chest sending him rolling across the ring. Matthew looks to his brother as he gets to his feet, nodding his approval, they slap hands. Chad runs, leaping into the air to land on Marion.

REVERSE BRONCO BUSTER!

Marion is still trapped in the corner as Chad and Matthew go after the #1 Contender to the Rebel Pro Heavyweight Championship. Matthew lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry as Chad bounces off the ropes. Case manages to somehow twist around bringing Matthew down with a tornado DDT and causing Chad to miss the leg drop from the top rope. Chad’s leg and butt slam into the canvas, but Justin is up quickly hitting the ropes. Somehow, he steps on Marion’s face as he rushes forward, but Chad falls down to miss the lifted knee. Justin turns around, like a bull in the matador ring. Chad is spinning up to his feet, turning to face Case.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case is looking to hurt someone here, I think anyone will do.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see that cheap shot that eh took on Marion?!

Case charges at Chad, but The Show ducks under the outstretched arm, Case “accidentally” slams a boot into Marion’s midsection to stop his charge into the corner. Marion falls out of the corner behind Justin. Marion rolls up to his knees, clutching at his midsection. Case and Chad lock up center ring, but here comes big Matthew. Nicole slides a chair into the ring, Marion sets it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew’s face is slammed right onto the chair’s seat!

COREY TAYLOR: And Lyndsey is going right after Nicole here! How dare she!

Marion lifts Matthew up to a kneeling and for no other reason than he can, he grinds his thumbs and knuckles into Matthew’s eyes. Marion lifts his hand up in the air, spits in it and…

COREY TAYLOR: Slap that bitch Marcus!

Matthew holds his hand to his cheek, where the slap connected, anger boiling off of him in waves. Marion looks down, notices Nicole in trouble and begins to rapidly beg off. Marion backs out of the way of Matthew. Marion flips out of the ring, down beside Nicole who still has the World Title. Marion taps her on the shoulder and the two quickly beat a retreat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Where is that coward going?!

COREY TAYLOR: In the words of the South, he’s getting the Heck outta Dodge!

Justin watches as Marcus retreats through the curtain, he can’t believe it. He turns around.

STEEL CHAIR RIGHT TO THE FACE!

Case falls backwards, blood pouring from the slice on his forehead. He falls right into the waiting arms of Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bluegrass Breeze!

Chad lifts Justin up, tucking his head between his legs.

ROB MARTINEZ: CK Finale!

Case is left to the wolves! He has no chance against Matthew and Chad, “The Show” makes the cover as Matthew places a boot on Justin’s face for good measure. Both Matthew and Lyndsey stare at the curtain, this is far from over between him and Marcus.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Chad and Matthew Kurtis… The Original Bluegrass Mafia!

The Phoenix doesn’t care, he pays no attention to the proceedings, choosing to send a text on his phone and munch on pepperoni pizza.

We head to a commercial break for Bob’s Fish and Tackle, we’ve got everything that you need.

“House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals hits the PA and out from the back steps Grandpa Gary! He shuffles out with a wide grin and yells, ‘BACON!!’ and then realizes that the arena is empty. With a confused look on his face, he makes his way down to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well here comes Grandpa Gary, a former Aggression Champion in his own right for this important match.

COREY TAYLOR: Where the hell did Jersey go?

ROB MARTINEZ: She bailed. Something about getting a manicure.

COREY TAYLOR: Pfft woman. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t sell ‘em on EBay.

“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd replaces the Animals on the PA and the REBEL Aggression Champion steps out from the back. He looks out over the empty arena and shakes his head. The Aggression belt is draped over his shoulder and he makes his way towards the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the REBEL Aggression Champion, “The Confederate Copperhead” J.T. Whiplash now making his way to the ring!

COREY TAYLOR: Is this match sponsored by the AARP or something? Both of these guys qualify for the seniors discount at the IHop.

Referee Jimmy Johnson is in the ring and takes the belt from Whiplash and hands it off to a ringside official. Johnson makes sure both men are ready and calls for the bell!

COREY TAYLOR: Why are we even having a show with no fans?

ROB MARTINEZ: Feel free to leave too.

COREY TAYLOR: Naw I’m good.

The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Side headlock from Whiplash. Whiplash switches it to a reverse hammerlock and Gary pulls himself to the ropes to cause a break. Whiplash backs off and Gary shouts, ‘Bacon’ to the empty building. Again they tie up and this time it’s Gary who slaps on a side headlock. Whiplash lands a pair of forearm shots to the ribs of Gary but the old codger maintains his grip. Whiplash backs Gary against the ropes and shoots him off. Gary rebounds off the opposite ropes and gets dropped by a shoulder block from Whiplash! With surprising agility, Gary scrambles to his feet and gets taken over in a deep arm drag! Whiplash locks in an arm bar and the referee is in position asking if Gary wants to give it up. Gary shakes his head ‘No’ and manages to roll through the arm bar and pull himself to his feet. Gary puts a foot through the ropes and Whiplash has to release the arm bar.

ROB MARTINEZ: A little feeling out process here.

COREY TAYLOR: Ugh, I’m gonna go get a Coke. I’ll be right back.

Whiplash takes a step towards Gary and is met with a chop across the chest. Another chop from Gary! Gary shout ‘BACON’ in the face of Whiplash. Stiff right hand from Whiplash drops Gary to the mat! Whiplash pulls gary off the mat, shoots him into the ropes and connects with a high backdrop onto the challenger! Gary hits hard and slowly gets up holding his hip. A dropkick from Whiplash puts Gary back onto the mat and the challenger rolls to the outside. Whiplash wastes no time in rolling to the outside as well and clubs Gary from behind with a double sledge that lands between his shoulder blades. Gary drops to his knees and Whiplash stands behind him and rains down several hard right hands to the head of the senior citizen. Johnson is outside trying to get the action back into the ring but he’s ignored. Whiplash pulls Gary to his feet and goes to whip Gary into the guard rails but Gary reverses it! Whiplash smacks ribs first into the guard rails! Gary stumbles over to a stunned Whiplash and lays into him with a chop across the chest!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary needs to take advantage of this opening if he hopes to win!

Another chop from Gary and Whiplash shoves the challenger away. Gary advances on Whiplash and takes a boot to the gut! Back elbow to the face from Whiplash! The ‘Confederate Copperhead’ hooks Gary and delivers a brutal suplex onto the hard floor! Gary is writhing in pain holding his hip as Whiplash gets back to his feet. Whiplash reaches over the guard rails and picks up an empty chair. He folds it up, waits for Gary to get to his feet and cracks the chair across the back of the older man! Gary screams and rolls into the ring, followed closely by Whiplash who is still holding the chair. Whiplash is up first and he drops the chair to the mat. Gary is pulled to his feet and Whiplash hooks him into a suplex position. Gary blocks it! Whiplash again tries for a suplex and again it’s blocked! Gary is able to spin himself around and shocks Whiplash by countering the suplex attempt into a DDT! Gary is next to the chair and he reaches out and grabs it as Whiplash is pulling himself back to his feet. Gary uses the ring ropes to help himself up and he watches as Whiplash turns to face him. Chair shot to the skull from Gary! Whiplash staggers on wobbly legs and takes another shot to the cranium from the chair! Whiplash drops to the mat holding his head and Gary holds the dented chair high above his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary is breaking out the hardcore and is back in this match with a vengance!

Gary tosses the chair out of the ring and waits as Whiplash struggles back up to his feet. Claw from Gary! Grandpa gary has locked in a claw of the dazed Whiplash! The challenger positions himself between the champ and the ropes as Whiplash continues to fight the claw. Whiplash counters the claw into a side suplex! Whiplash goes for a cover but Gary gets a shoulder up at two! Whiplash rests for a moment on his knees before getting up and pulling Gary to his feet. Gary gets hooked and takes a slingshot suplex from Whiplash! The Champ floats over into another cover and again Gary somehow gets a shoulder up at 2 & 3/4ths! Gary is dragged to his feet and shot into the ropes. Thez press from Whiplash! The Champ follows up with a flurry of right hands to the challenger! Whiplash pulls off Gary and heads to the closest corner climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Gary slowly gets up and takes a flying lariat from the champ! Legdrop from Whiplash! A cover from the champ nets a count of two as somehow, someway Gary gets a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary is still in this! Amazing! He’s showing Whiplash that he won’t go quietly!

Whiplash smiles in admiration at Gary and then rolls out of the ring. The Aggression Champion reaches under the ring and pulls out a table! As Gary is struggling to get to his feet, Whiplash slides the table into the ring and climbs in after it. Whiplash sets the table up, turns and pulls Gary to his feet. Hard right hand from Whiplash and Gary flops onto the table. Whiplash steps out onto the ring apron and starts his climb to the top.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash setting up for his Rebel Yell and….Hey!

From the back runs the REBEL World Champion, Marcus Marion! Whiplash never sees him until the World Champ climbs up onto the ring apron and grabs the leg of The Aggression Champ! Whiplash tries to kick Marion away but Marcus uses his World Championship belt to crack ‘The Confederate Copperhead’ across the skull! Marcus shoves Whiplash off the top rope! Whiplash lands throat first across the top rope and hs head snaps back! Marcus drops off the ring apron and is smiling as Gary slides off the table and catches a dazed and hurting Whiplash with his 60 Year Old Stunner! Gary basically falls on top of Whiplash as the referee makes the fatal three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: That son of a….Marcus Marion just cost JT Whiplash the Aggression Championship!

Marcus slides into the ring, grabs Gary who has just been handed the coveted Aggression Championship and throws him out of the ring! Marcus stands over an unmoving Whiplash and dangles the World Title only inches from his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a disgusting sight! Mark my words these two will engage in a knock down fall out war at some point!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey I’m back. Miss anything?

The camera pans over to show Andy and Phoenix getting up from their seats and leaving. Both men are deep in discussion about something and neither man is paying attention to the spectacle in the ring.

Marcus rolls out of the ring, drapes the World Title over his shoulder and smiles as he leaves.

Whiplash slowly sets up, his head bleeding, no doubt from the belt shot to the head, and he has a look of fury on his face.

The war has just begun.

Rebel Pro logo…. fad.

Aggression
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

September 10, 2010

“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 viagra switch plate 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!

~MEGAVISION~

As Bobby Lee is getting ready for his match with Blood, the camera cuts back stage to catch him standing above the bloody body of Chad Kurtis. Bobby is covered in the typical aluminum foil and his head raises to meet the camera’s lense as he shakes violently.

“I… I… I… di… did… din’t… do it… I sssswwwwearrrr.”

Bobby’s music hits, he has no choice but to go on through the curtain to the auditorium.

COREY TAYLOR: I knew it, this guy is strung out on something, probably stole it from J.T. Whiplash!

ROB MARTINEZ: Bobby Lee didn’t do it, but once again fans, the attacks continue.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall… introducing first… from Miller’s Trailer Park… weighing in at 240 pounds… Bobby Lee!

(“I Hear The Voices” by Uriah Heep begins to play over the P.A. system as Bobby Lee comes out of the curtain, eyeing the crowd in his usual paranoid state when he suddenly breaks out into various karate stances getting a good pop from the crowd as he climbs into the ring and nervously awaits his opponent.)

ROB MARTINEZ: These fans here in Valdosta seem to be getting behind Bobby Lee!

COREY TAYLOR: How these idiots can cheer for THAT joke, I will never know!

(Just then, “I Get It” by Chevelle starts playing over the P.A, system as the crowd immediately pops again.)

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Tokyo, Japan… weighing in at 245 pounds… Blood!

(Blood then makes his way into the ring as Bobby Lee runs away to the outside, cowering in the corner of the barricade, scared of the mask.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Apparently Blood’s mask still frightens Bobby Lee…

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on, suck it up, you pansy!

(Blood looks absolutely baffled by Bobby Lee’s actions as Referee Jimmy Johnson is basically having to drag Bobby Lee back into the ring as he finally gets him to a neutral corner as the bell rings and the match begins. Blood then circles Bobby Lee for a moment before inching toward him, only for Bobby Lee to run in the opposite direction with his hands flailing in the air but Jimmy Johnson keeps him from running outside of the ring.)

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Bobby wants anything to do with Blood right now.

COREY TAYLOR: That is the understatement of the year!

(Bobby Lee then takes a deep breath and breaks into a random karate stance, shades of Dale Gribble, and gets a quick open palm strike on Blood and starts jumping up and down as Blood shakes his head with disgust before picking him up with repeated backbreakers across the knee as he locks in a submission maneuver from the back-breaker position as he takes his time to apply torque onto the back of Bobby Lee, causing him to cry out in pain.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood’s not in the mood for games now as he’s trying to break Bobby Lee in half!

COREY TAYLOR: Please, for all that is holy, break the little paranoid freak in half!

(Blood then picks Bobby Lee up and hits a quick Snap Powerslam as he hooks the leg for a pin attempt.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood with that Snap Powerslam, could this be it?

One…

Two…

COREY TAYLOR: Did Bobby Lee actually just kick out of a wrestling move?

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe REBEL Pro has toughened him up after all…

(Blood then goes to pick Bobby Lee up, but is caught with a surprise small package as Jimmy Johnson makes the count.)

COREY TAYLOR: NO WAY! Tell me he’s not gonna beat him like THIS!

One!

Two!

ROB MARTINEZ: TWO AND FIFTEEN-SIXTEENTHS!!! You can’t get any closer than that!

COREY TAYLOR: Bobby Lee is in shock as well!

(Bobby Lee stands there with his mouth open for a moment before he catches Blood with a body slam, and then, he suddenly jumps into the air and kicks wildly while throwing his hands around, hoping to hit Blood enough to knock him out.)

ROB MARTINEZ: PSYCHO PARAPHENNALIA!!!

COREY TAYLOR: And he actually has Blood dazed!

(Bobby Lee then pulls out his laser gun from the promo earlier this week as he points it at Blood and plays to the crowd a bit before he starts shooting it at him as the crowd is on their feet.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Is THAT… A LASER GUN???

COREY TAYLOR: Great! Now he can blink him to death!

(Bobby keeps firing the laser gun at Blood, who just looks dumb-founded at Jimmy Johnson for a moment, shaking his head in absolute disgust when all of a sudden, he kicks the gun out of Bobby’s hands and whips him into the corner for a big splash, connecting with it as he rebounds off the far ropes with a vicious big boot,

Bobby Lee ducks under the boot…

ROLL UP!

One!

Two!

Three!

Bobby Lee rolls out of the ring, his mouth open and he looks at his trusty laser gun before blowing on the end. Someone taps him on the shoulder, he turns around.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe he pulled out the win!

COREY TAYLOR: There goes my tv… literally.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee!

Blood is standing behind Bobby Lee.

No… Blood is standing behind the announce table.

No… Blood is at the entrance way.

Bobby Lee just hopes there isn’t one under the ring as he shoots off his gun and dives under the ring. Bobby Lee pokes his head out to watch the Blood from the entrance come down to the ring.

BLOOD: It wasn’t supposed to be this way…

He steps into the ring, where the obvious fake Blood is sitting up shocked beyond speech. Blood lifts the fake Blood up.

WHAM!

Blood slams a real fist into the fake Blood before throwing him up onto his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think he is real happy right now.

COREY TAYLOR: And what led you to that conclusion Mr. Holmes?

The fake Blood is slammed into a double knee facebreaker and left lying there as the real Blood walks back up the aisle.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll get some help for this man, but for now we’ve got to go to commercial.

Commercial for something because you’ve got to have something or all you’ve got is nothing.

~MEGAVISION~

A door in the backstage opens up and Larry Gordon steps out and nearly trips over the body of Akuma The Malignant laying on the concrete floor. Akuma isn’t as bloody as most, but he is definitely unconscious and has bled a pretty good bit. On the other side of Akuma lays Jester The Ringleader, also unconscious but definitely beaten up a ton more than Akuma. Larry immediately is furious beyond belief as his face goes from red to purple with rage. He pulls out a cell phone.

“Chet!”

A squeaky voice comes through the cell phone, but his words are unintelligble.

“There has been another attack! I thought you had called the police to be security at this show!”

He waits.

“Well then where in the hell are they?!”

He growls, these attacks are getting to him.

“Well Chet, if they aren’t here in the next two minutes, regardless if it is there fault or your own… then Chet… long standing employee or not… Chet you’ll be hunting another job. Get some sort of security here NOW!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Larry Gordon is definitely not happy.

Commercial for Rebel Pro’s Hell O Ween

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from commercial for Hell O Ween and here we go with a much anticipated rematch between these two wrestlers.

COREY TAYLOR: You mean one wrestler and the porn star?

ROB MARTINEZ: What happened, did she turn you down again?

COREY TAYLOR: Shut the hell up Rob, just for the love of anything Holy, shut up!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll take that as a yes.

DING DING

J-Kurt jumps into the ring, confidence booming. Marina wastes no time as she begins the attack, feeding J-Kurt’s face a barrage of left and right hooks.
J-Kurt manages to sneak in a nice blow to the Porn Star’s chin, sending her stumbling backwards. Blue grabs his jaw and smiles, J-Kurt signals for her, very suggestively.

“Come on”

ROB MARTINEZ: A bit vulgar there.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, the slut is used to it, I should know I tried.

Blue moves in, But J-Kurt moves in a little faster and nails her with a stiff elbow to the side of the head. He grabs the dazed Blue and rams her head
between the legs, lifts her up for the powerbomb and SLAMS her to the mat. Blue stands up trying to regain her balance. J-Kurt takes advantage of this
and whips her into the ropes. Blue comes flying back, but J-Kurt’s right there to get her with a big boot!

ROB MARTINEZ: He just decapitated her!

COREY TAYLOR: Well, put a bag over her face and do what Mother Nature intended.

Blue is rolling around on the mat, holding her face, she slams her arms down beside herself laughing and springs back up to her feet. J-Kurt knocks her right
back down with another boot to the face, then makes his way over to the corner and climbs the ropes. He points to “The Slut”, as he calls her from atop the turnbuckle.

“You ain’t Shit”

J-Kurt nails the BME off the top ropes and goes for the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a way to mock Chad here.

COREY TAYLOR: I think it is even better when J-Kurt hits it.

One!

Two!

…. Kick out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marina kicks out just in time!

J-Kurt gets up, dragging Marina to her feet, holding her by the shoulders. Blue smacks J-Kurt’s arms off her chest and feeds him a headbutt, runs back into the ropes…flies through the air and drives her forearm right into J-Kurt’s face!
J-Kurt stumbles out of the ring and down to the concrete floor below. Blue is left standing in the ring alone, giggling to herself. J-Kurt is up on the outside as Blue
charges and gets J-Kurt with a frog splash off the top ropes to the outside! Blue is up first, digging under the ring for something. J-Kurt is up and grabs
Blue from behind, hitting her with a back body drop which drills Marina’s head off the steel guard rail! J-Kurt reaches under the ring and pulls out

A LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd is going wild here!

COREY TAYLOR: They’ll do anything for pain and blood.

He slides it into the ring, turns to Blue who is still lying on the ground, and feeds her a couple boots to the face.
J-Kurt climbs in to the ring and sets the ladder up. He turns and yells at Marina.

“Come on, is this what you wanted?”

J-Kurt points down to his crotch.

“I’ll give it to you hard since you like it so much!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, this is so disgusting.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, different people have different tastes Rob.

Pointing to the ladder, Blue is up smiling and nodding her head.

“That’s exactly what I wanted.”

Marina points to J-Kurt’s crotch.

“But that needs to grow a bit more, an inch worm won’t catch any fish.”

The crowd laugh as J-Kurt’s face reddens either in anger or embarrassment.

Blue hops into the ring. J-Kurt barely lets her get to her feet before he grabs her and tosses her into the corner, feeding her a buffet of punches to the face.
Marina can be heard laughing like a crazy person as she tries to find J-Kurt’s root amid the punches, the harder J-Kurt hits the louder the laugh becomes. Blue grabs J-Kurt by the back of the head and switches
spots with J-Kurt, returning the favor, One, Two, Three, Four, Five SIX! Blue goes over to the ladder, folds it up as she holds it in her hands. She charges
at J-Kurt, but J-Kurt moves out of the way at the last second…and Marina eats a face full of steel! Blue stumbles back, twirls around, and drops like
a rock!

COREY TAYLOR: J-Kurt goes in for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR….J-Kurt lifts her arm up at the last second. Blue is still out of it, J-Kurt picks her up, lifting her over his head for another powerbomb…but
Blue reverses it into a DDT! Blue just drove Chad’s head straight into the steel ladder! Blue grabs Chad’s body and drags it off the ladder. She sets
the cialis adverse side effects ladder up in the corner, walks over to J-Kurt, kneels down over his body and begins to punch the shit out of him. Eight punches later, Blue gets off
of J-Kurt and kicks him in the face! She walks over to the ladder, climbs to the top and shoves the chair under her feet as she flies.

THE DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE! Marina Sores through the air from the top of the ladder; and nails J-Kurt with the DPM! The ladder topples over next to them. She quickly rolls
over and goes for the pin!
ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match…. Marina Blue!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marina putting her name back on the radar with this win.

COREY TAYLOR: But as you know, never count out a Kurtis… even those traiterous Matthew and Chad Kurtis.

~MEGAVISION~

Backstage once again where Jacob Venar comes out of Larry Gordon’s office, a smile on his face and he is quickly followed by his tag team partner, Johnny Maverick. Jacob turns his head to say something to Johnny but trips over yet another body outside of Gordon’s office.

JACOB VENAR: Gordon! Whiplash has been attacked!

Jacob rolls over JT Whiplash, who is managing to wake up a bit, he is a tough bastard, but his eyes flutter open.

JT WHIPLASH: Gonna… get… Marion…

Jacob looks up, Marcus Marion is there; Johnny stares at him.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: YOU!

What a war cry from Johnny as he makes a dash for Marion, but Larry Gordon steps in front of him to stand above Whiplash. Again he pulls out his cell and dials rapidly.

LARRY GORDON: “Whetleson!”

Chet comes running around the corner, six off duty policemen serving as security guards hot on his heels.

CHET WHETLESON: “Got here as quick as we could…”

LARRY GORDON: “What did I tell…

Chet interrupts his boss.

CHET WHETLESON: “We were at the other attack.”

Gordon looks at him in confusion.

CHET WHETLESON: “J-Kurt was attacked in his dressing room after his match. He’s having to get stitches now as we speak.”

Gordon growls, the fury in him matching that of any predatory animal.

LARRY GORDON: “Find out who this is!”

He looks at the policemen, anger boiling off of him in waves.

LARRY GORDON: “And when I find out who it is, they are going to be prosecuted so fast their ass will be extra fucking crispy!”

Jacob looks up, knowing what him and Johnny Maverick saw, but for some strange reason not saying a word about it. Larry looks at the two men.

ROB MARTINEZ: A total of four men attacked tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Hmmm… wonder what the hotel has for room service?

Commercial for Brody’s Ceptic Tank, we’ll get the stinky stuff out.

Panning into the Mathis City Auditorium, we see the capacity crowd on hand. Doing their “usual”, raising their signs, cheering for their favorite Rebel Pro superstars, and booing the “other” ones. It’s an orgy in the building for the first show in Valdosta, Ga, everyone seems to be having a grand time, until…

Fits of laughter?!

The audio picks up some snickering of male and female voices doing their “hardest” to stifle their joyful emotions. “My Michelle” by GNR ravages the on-hand crowd. Gird your loins. And here comes the audible groans from the crowd, very much aware of what is just about to take place. The NEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion makes his way down the aisle, with the ever gorgeous beauty, Nicole Rhodes, at his side.

Noticeably absent, however, is the Rebel Pro World title itself, what gives? Calm down, sparky, answers are on their way. Marion’s attire of white tennis shoes and a wife-beater, matches his attitude as of late, cool as a cucumber. The hateful pitch of the crowd is intimidating, nevertheless the Revolutionary soldiers on to the ring – already branded with his own mic. Nicole has her own as well, then gets us underway.

NICOLE RHODES: Ah…that “noise” it never gets old, does it?

The crowd just continues to boo at the Bad Girl’s rhetorical question.

NICOLE RHODES: Go ahead, it’s what you toothless rednecks do best anyway, squeal like pigs. You mean to tell me in eight months of washing your leathery hides, THE Revolutionary STILL can’t book a successful musical escort down to the ring, without your interference? That’s cool, continue to be a sea of ingrates, I’ve got all the time in the world, do you? I KNOW how much you are so looking forward to the “technical” exploits of JT “corn-fed” Whiplash and Akuma, the…whatever, in the, ahem, *Nicole gives air-quotes* “main-event”.

The fans give her hell.

But, however, understand this, there is NO main-event without…THE main-event.

And, of course, the camera pans on a waving and smiling Marion.

NICOLE RHODES: How did you enjoy Prove Your Worth? I haven’t had that much fun in years, seriously, it was better than my first pedicure. First, Marcus sacrifices a small forest by sending that fart in the wind, Blood, crashing through an announce table, courtesy of the most vile finisher known to man: The Revolutionary Thrill. Then in the *more air quotes* “main-event,” Marcus and I grab front row seats, while Justin Case and Marina Blue pimp smacked one another for the Rebel Pro World title. Needless to say, children, mommy and daddy dearest weren’t very impressed. I’ll go so far as to say we were downright…gosh, what’s the word I am looking for?

And the crowd does her no favors.

*Nicole points out to the crowd as if they helped her find the elusive answer* Bored. You read my mind, you must’ve nodded off a few times too, huh? Truth be told, it was too “Port Charles” for our liking – a bit too melodramatic. That is, until, I went upside Marina Blue’s skull with a high-heeled shoe. And THAT, kids, is when things got a little interesting, THAT is when the vendors had a sell freeze. Because not a single soul got up to buy any hot-dogs, can sodas, popcorn, NOTHING. As much as I’d LOVE to continue, I know someone who is DYING to speak to you so much, I think his bladder is about to burst. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you, YOUR (mocking Jenny Jersey) NEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Dictator, THE Revolutionary…MARCUS MARION!

The fans lose it. Marion, however, bathes in their hatred.

MARCUS MARION: LOVE IT! *pointing to the crowd* And so do all of you, admit it. At Prove Your Worth, some people may say I “slept” my way to the top, that I “stole” the World title from TWO people. The first of whom would be Marina Blue. Last time I checked the name on the logo said “Rebel Pro” ala “Anything Goes” not “Be a pal”. Face it Blue, I’m not your friend. I’m not even your associate, what I am, however, is your complete and utter enemy. I hate you. I despise you. I curse the ground that you walk on. I made sure you weren’t the one to pin Case for the title, and why?

MARCUS MARION: Simple. You wouldn’t know what to do with it. A woman wasn’t ready for the Oval office, you think one is ready for a World title?! You sicken me. So I had to make sure by ANY and all measures that you would NOT have that gold at the end of the night. Now that the ONLY World title match you will ever receive in your stay in Rebel Pro ended on a sour puss note, I suspect, any minute now, this is when you pack your belongings and hit up the nearest hole-in-the-wall strip club, and demand your greasy, filthy, ahem, “flexible”, job dancing on poles back.

That’s low, even for a guy like Marion.

NICOLE RHODES: Marcus, where’s the World title, babe?

Marion looks at Nicole, with fond eyes, then says…

MARCUS MARION: Currently being detoxed, every inch of it.

Nicole looks at Marion in bewilderment.

NICOLE RHODES: Detoxed?

MARCUS MARION: Yes, detoxed, my precious has been used and abused like a cheap whore these last few months. But now, all things have been made right.

At that, four men carrying a wooden platform with the Rebel Pro World title sitting on pillows, along with “sanitizer” spray next to it, haul the World title out to the arrogant blonde. The crowd positively despises Marion’s showmanship.

MARCUS MARION: *With the World title slung over his right shoulder* Justin, how’s it feel to be on the outside looking in? All this time you’ve been calling me the cancer of Rebel Pro, like the newest cuss word you picked up on the playground, when all along you were the REAL virus. You infected my World title. And sure, it took some elbow grease and a little Spic & Span, however, I permanently rid MY World title of your germs. What happened at Prove Your Worth, *Marion sneers*, it WAS personal, NOT business, trust me.

MARCUS MARION: For nearly three months I sat on the sidelines, looking at my wrist, wondering when management would wise up and FINALLY grant me the rematch I so richly deserved. Dragging their feet and their pens to accomplish such a “herculean” task, I said, simply, to hell with them. I’m NOT waiting any longer. I drew my own contract up and the rest, as they say, is history. I waited until the BEST time cialis 20 mg recommended dosage to get my revenge. I took advantage of the situation I was afforded, sure, but what did you expect, a main-event match on some silly Aggression? Your days are over. FINISHED. Just like the career of bricks-for-brains JT Whiplash who is still both a burnout and a flake. You won’t make it a tri-fect-a against me Justin, you will NEVER hold this title again!

Marion snickers to himself, while taunting the crowd with the World title.

…and like clock work ” Victory ” hits up, meaning only one thing. If you thought the fans hated Marion, well you are right. The boos continue along as”The Millennium Game” Justin Case comes out and stands on the entrance way, mocking Marcus Marion, as Case and his manager start laughing. Justin is able to keep it together enough to interrupt Marion dead in his tracks. Case’s music dies off and he raises the mic from within his hand, to his talented lips.

JUSTIN CASE: You know what I find extremely funny right now, Marion? Is that the fact still remains yours truly ALWAYS gets the last laugh!

You see, I couldnt help but notice what you have on right now, Marion. Tennis shoes and a wife beater?! Come on, now. Dont make me laugh. You look more like a mix between thug life meets Mr Rogers. You are so lame.

And Nicole, dont worry there Ms. Rhodes, I didnt forget about little old you. It’s funny you mention your boy toy being the big main event, when in reality its yours truly that is the REAL Main Event! You can spitshine it which ever way you want but NO ONE is bigger and better then I in the Main Event. Look over my World Title reign and you too will come to realize I speak only of the talented truth.

Case slowly paces the entrance way, every so often looking up at Rebel Pro’s gruesome twosome.

JUSTIN CASE: Nicole, you can run anyone’s name through mud and talk about the whos who of REBEL PRO. But you best leave my talented name out of your mouth! If you do it again, I will have no choice but to wash your mouth out with soap.

Now on to the main course. You see, Marcus Marion, although everything you said about Marina Blue is very true, however, everything you said about me is….well, lets just say you’re so full of it, your eyes are brown.

Case stands still and talks straight to Marion

JUSTIN CASE: But Marcus, I’ll have you know, it feels great to know I wont be on the outside looking in for very much longer. You see, I have an announcement. But before I do that I will just say this.

No matter what you do Marcus, my talented DNA will forever be stained upon your World Title. Through all the nights sleeping next to it, and the many times using it as a place mat for my meals, even taking it out for a night out on the town. The talented fact remains some of my best dates were with that very World Title Belt you hold right now. And even you cant take away all those glorious memories.

But lets get to the point, unlike you, I dont have to blue print my own rematch clause. I take great pride in my work. That is why I am not going to stoop to your level. Infact, I am going to announce to the world that I wont be going behind anyone’s back to get what I want. I refuse to kick a man when he is down, like you did to me. I am better then that. With my rematch clause, I am going to make it well known to everyone, when infact I plan on utilizing my rematch clause for the REBEL PRO World Championship Title Belt.

So, to announce to the REBEL PRO universe, it is with great honor that I say….my rematch for your belt will be in October at ” Hell O Ween “!!!

Even this crowd has to cheer for that announcement!!

JUSTIN CASE: And what better way to celebrate my Birthday, then to win back MY World Title on the day I was born! What a gift that will be. And I cant wait!! Oh and Marcus, if you haven’t already figured it out. Yours truly ALWAYS gets the last laugh. Justiin Case U didn’t know, I rule this f*cking show!!!

With that, ” TMG ” drops the mic to some feedback, as his theme music hits back up and we go to commercial. Justin Case and Marcus Marion stare down each other.

Jenny Jersey is in the ring, the fans riled up and ready for tonight’s MAIN EVENT and the return of JT Whiplash!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro Wrestling Aggression Championship!

Lynyrd Skynyrd hits! The fans pop HUGE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here he comes!

COREY TAYLOR: Aww, hell, send that hippee home!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s not a hippee, Taylor. He’s the Confederate Copperhead!

COREY TAYLOR: Whatever, man, I hope Akuma tears him apart!

JENNEY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred forty two pounds! “The Confederate Copperhead”! J! T! WHIPLASH!

Whiplash hits the aisle looking like the confederate flag as he glad-hands the fans along the aisle. He makes his way to the ring, and GLARES at the entrance, ready to take back what was his before he disappeared!

KILLSWITCH ENGAGE

And the crowd BOOS the entrance of the new Aggression Champion!

COREY TAYLOR: HERE COMES THE EXECUTIONER, MARTINEZ! Now, if you’ll pardon me, I have to, uhh… Move over, here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Afraid of the new Aggression Champion, Taylor?

COREY TAYLOR: You’re not?

ROB MARTINEZ: Fair enough.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! From the Demonic Circus! Weighing in at THREE hundred TWENTY FIVE POUNDS! The Aggression Champion! AKUMA! THE! MALIGNANT!

First from the curtain walks the new Aggression Champion, Akuma the Malignant, looking a little more monstrous and pissed than usual. Behind Akuma walks Jester the Ringleader, displaying the Aggression title HIGH overhead, telling the surrounding audience just who the champ is.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you remember, JT Whiplash never lost his Aggression title before his hiatus! He had to leave for personal reasons, and left it vacant. Johnny Maverick and Jacob Venar fought for the vacant title a few weeks ago!

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Is he gone? Okay, good.

Akuma climbs over the top rope and stares down his prey. Whiplash winks at him, and the monster cocks his head to the side. Referee Alan Stone hands the belt off to the timekeeper, and calls for the bell…

DING DING.

ROB MARTINEZ: HERE WE GO!

Akuma makes to move, but JT Whiplash is already on him! Forearm blasts, leg whips, punches, anything to take the big man down! He’s careful not to punch the monster in the face however. Akuma backs into the corner, taking the surprising assault from the challenger! Akuma decides it’s enough, and sends a HUGE fist to the side of Whiplash’s head, staggering him, and then GRABS him by the throat and TOSSES him across the ring! Whiplash is up in the corner, surprised by the giant’s speed. But he has no time to react as Akuma sizes him up SPEARSPEARSPEAR! The Arrow of Fate drives Whiplash STRAIGHT into the turnbuckle! And Akuma is DRIVING his shoulder into Whiplash’s midsection! Jester the Ringleader LAUGHS from the outside as Whiplash slumps further into the corner. The monster has Whiplash, pulls him up by the head, DOUBLE GOOZLE! Malignant Affliction coming up! Akuma has Whiplash UP, but Whiplash fights! A couple of confederate boots to the head loosen Akuma’s grip! Whiplash falls to the canvas and takes down a staggering Akuma to one knee with a chop block! Whiplash hits the ropes and comes back into the kneeling Akuma with with a LOU THESZ PRESS! Akuma is down, and Whiplash is sending mounted punches to Akuma’s head! Akuma reaches down, grabs Whiplash by the belt! TOSSES him off of Akuma, sending him rolling under the ropes and out of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Terrific offense from JT Whiplash against the monstrous Akuma!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon!

Akuma is getting to his feet, but the Confederate Copperhead is looking under the ring for something! The Ringleader is howling orders at Akuma, who looks and sees what Whiplash is doing. Akuma reaches over the ropes and grabs Whiplash by the hair… WHIPLASH with a baseball bat shot at Akuma’s head! Akuma releases Whiplash and is sent reeling into the ring, holding his face where his mask appears to be cracked and is definitely scratched. The Ringleader looks over to Whiplash who is twirling the bat, covered in barbed wire, in his hands with a southern smirk on his face. Akuma seems to be swatting at something in front of his face, blinded by that blow, as he leans against the turnbuckle. Whiplash climbs into the ring, carrying the bat, and heads right for the assault. The wind up! The pitch! BAM! Akuma takes a SICKENING shot from that bat, but got his arm up to protect himself! Blood trickles down Akuma’s arm from his shoulder as Whiplash winds up again! SA-WING BATTA BATTA BATTAAA… BAM! Akuma takes ANOTHER shot to the same wound! POURING blood now, Akuma ROARS at Whiplash, who winds up AGAIN… CAUGHT. AKUMA CAUGHT THE BARBED WIRE BAT IN HIS BARE HAND! Whiplash struggles, but Akuma RIPS the bat out of Whiplash’s hand, and PUNCHES him with the bat, splitting open his head!

COREY TAYLOR: This is wear it gets bad for Whiplash, Martinez! He doesn’t stand a chance!

ROB MARTINEZ: That certainly was an impressive counter by the champion, and now, with Whiplash bleeding, this match will get interesting. Not to mention that both men were savagely attacked earlier tonight!

Whiplash falls to the mat, holding his face, slowly being consumed by the hallowed crimson mask. Akuma takes the bat in both hands… and BREAKS it over his knee! Jester laughs maniacally on the outside while Akuma takes the broken end of the bat — the one with the barbed wire still impaling his hand — and DIGS it into Whiplash’s skull! Akuma tosses the broken bat away, leaving his blood and pieces of flesh from his hand with it, and hooks up the groggy JT Whiplash… SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! Akuma YANKS the Confederate Copperhead to his feet, he likes these in three’s! A SECOND… and a THIRD! PERFECT ATTRITION! Whiplash appears to be out, but Akuma isn’t covering! Akuma climbs up to the top turnbuckle, and sits there waiting! JT Whiplash slowly finds his feet, and groggily checks the ring for Akuma… HE SEES HIM! Too late. FALLING AGONY!

COREY TAYLOR: HOLY HELL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see that? That top rope diving clothesline was SICK! ESPECIALLY from a man Akuma’s size!

The Ringleader ORDERS Akuma to make the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO NO NO, WHIPLASH GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: GREAT call by the referee there! That shoulder was clearly not down!

COREY TAYLOR: HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess there are SOME things in this world that JUST WON’T DIE!

Akuma stands and looks at his charge, not paying any mind to the blood pouring from his head, arm or hand. The Ringleader thinks for a moment, and tells Akuma to leave the ring and look under the apron. Akuma does so, and looks under the ring apron for something… He pulls out a burlap sack! And a TABLE! Whiplash is stirring. Akuma climbs in after sliding the table into the ring. The Ringleader orders Akuma to dump the contents into the ring.

TEN.

THOUSAND.

THUMBTACKS!

Akuma waits for orders from his master, who tells him to climb the turnbuckle again! Whiplash senses danger, and backs into the far turnbuckle, but Jester tells him to FLY ANYWAY! AKUMA LANDS STRAIGHT ON THE THUMBTACKS! Akuma gets to his feet, a little quicker than most human beings should, and stands, STARING at Whiplash, who stares back at the monster COVERED in thumbtacks with fear!

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s Jester, laughing his ass off, telling the watchers just how monstrous his charge really is!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s already over, Stone, just ring the damn bell!

Akuma stalks his prey. The Confederate Copperhead grits his teeth, and stands, to face the monster! No fear in the eyes of the challenger! Whiplash and the MUCH larger cialis vs viagra em portugues Akuma the Malignant STARE DOWN in the corner! The fans are ON THEIR FEET! Whiplash takes a swing, AKUMA CATCHES HIM! Akuma winds up for a swing of his own! Whiplash sneaks under with a go-behind and SHOVES Akuma into the corner! Akuma hits chest first and backs out, into a Whiplash schoolboy!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout at two by the champion, but both men are now ROLLING in thumbtacks! Akuma gets to his feet, but Whiplash is already up and hitting him with a SICK shining wizard that sends the monster reeling! Digging down DEEP, Whiplash musters the energy and hits the top rope… FLYING CROSS BODY puts the monster down, IN THE THUMBTACKS! Whiplash grabs a handful of thumbtacks and GRINDS THEM IN THE BROKEN MASK, blood, both from Akuma’s face and Whiplash’s hand, spilling all over the black mask! While Akuma writhes on the mat, holding his face, Whiplash is setting up the table! Whiplash sets the table up, adjusts it, turns around, AKUMA IS THERE! He grabs Whiplash and SLAMS him head first into the table! Akuma hooks him, WHIPLASH COUNTERS! Boot to the gut! HEADBUTT to the face from Whiplash! Blood spills EVERYWHERE! And now WHIPLASH smashes Akuma’s face into the table! Whiplash rolls Akuma onto the table, and he’s headed for the top! REBEL YELL COMING UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: LOOK OUT WHIPLASH!

COREY TAYLOR: AKUMA IS ON THE TOP ROPE WITH HIM! OH HELL! THIS COULD KILL BOTH OF THEM!

Akuma is on the top rope, and he’s hooking up Whiplash for a SUPERPLEX that will take them both through the table! Whiplash is fighting! POUNDING Akuma’s face where the mask is broken, digging those thumbtacks DEEPER into his head! Akuma slips off the turnbuckle, lands on the table! WHIPLASH FLIES…

REBEL YELLLLLLLLL!

CONNECTS!

COREY TAYLOR: HOLY FREAKIN’ HELL! THEY WENT THROUGH THAT TABLE AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE DEAD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man is moving after that impact, Akuma obviously taking the brunt of that impact! Wait a minute, what is Jester doing?

COREY TAYLOR: It looks like he’s going to pull Alan Stone out of the ring before he can make the three count! YES! DO IT!

ROB MARTINEZ: No way, that’s not fair! Whiplash EARNED this victory!

The Ringleader is rounding the ring, Alan Stone goes for the count!

ONE!

The Ringleader reaches into the ring…

TWO!

The Ringleader smirks… then pulls his hand out?

THREE!

IT’S GOOD! IT’S GOOD! THIS MATCH IS OVER!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and the NEW! REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPION! “THE CONFEDERATE COPPERHEAD!” J! T! WHIPLASH!

Alan Stone hands the unconscious JT Whiplash the title, who tightens his grip around the belt, seemingly unconscious. Akuma has tossed Whiplash off of him, and rolled out, heading up the aisle with Jester the Ringleader, who is scolding him.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a return for JT Whiplash tonight, taking on that MONSTER Akuma the Malignant and WINNING! Wait a minute, what’s going on?

A fan along the aisle has thrown a beer can at the Ringleader… And Akuma is LIVID! He climbs the guard rail, even while the Ringleader is ORDERING him to stand down… Akuma strikes the fan! He’s beating him with his fists on the ground! Security comes FLYING out of the curtain, heading straight for Akuma and it takes ten LARGE men to pull the gargantuan man-beast off of the poor fan! They try using cialis and levitra together to put shackles on the monster, and when the Ringleader orders him to LET THEM SHACKLE YOU, he relents. EMTs are attending to JT Whiplash in the ring, while Akuma and the Ringleader are being escorted out of the building.

COREY TAYLOR: What does that mean?

ROB MARTINEZ: It means that we have a LAWSUIT on our hands, probably. But one thing is for certain, Akuma the Malignant is probably fired for that attack!

COREY TAYLOR: CRAP!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s all the time we have folks! We’ll see how this story develops, next week on Aggression! I’m Rob Martinez, signing off!

JT Whiplash stands, on his OWN power after that assault, and raises his arms high! Most of the fans, however, BOO the actions that just transpired as EMTs are checking on the fan, who appears to be more shaken than hurt by the attack.

Lights down!

BUT THE SHOW’S NOT OVER YET!

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a continuing ovation for their own Larry Gordon! Larry steps into the ring, still livid about the attacks but accepts a microphone from Jenny Jersey. JT goes to get out of the ring, but Gordon grabs him by the arm lifting it high up into the air; JT’s blood actually getting on Larry.

LARRY GORDON: “The NEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion! J! T! Whiplash!”

The crowd explode again as JT steps out of the ring and Gordon actually begins to smile.

LARRY GORDON: “Well, how has the show been?!”

The crowd roar their love.

LARRY GORDON: “The following match is set for one fall…”

The crowd hear him, are shocked into a momentary silence before jumping back up to their feet.

LARRY GORDON: “And is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship of the World!”

ROB MARTINEZ: What?!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn!, my food is gonna get cold!

ROB MARTINEZ: The indicator is showing that we are still rolling on Rebel-Pro.com, so fans watching on the website, get ready for an extra unannounced match!

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: And this unexpected Tag Team Title match is underway!

Maverick doesn’t wait going right after Casino with a vicious right, but Casino flips his body as he catches the wrist sending Johnny onto the canvas. Tittylover with a stunning right hand to Venar, but Jacob drops down to the canvas sweeping DT’s legs out from under him and he is down on the canvas. Venar kips up to his feet, Casino looks over, they spy each other.

COREY TAYLOR: Here we go, a Legend and a… rookie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob Venar is far from a rookie.

Lockup in the center, but it is quickly dropped for a right from Casino, right from Venar. Right from Casino, right from Venar. Right right right right right; neither man getting an advantage, both exchanging rights like it is the first round in a Heavyweight boxing match!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dear GAWD at the hard fists!

DT up, Johnny behind him leaping and slamming both of his knees into DT’s back sending him over the top to the outside. Johnny doesn’t hesitate as he leaps over the top rope diving to the outside onto DT, who is rolling up to his feet. DT’s head and back are slammed into the railing protecting the fans, but Johnny doesn’t stop there. Johnny slams DT’s head repeatedly into the metal railing, but DT begins to fire back with some punches to the unprotected ribs of Johnny, the two rolling over and over while punching like they are two kids fighting on the school playground!

COREY TAYLOR: Not many moves here, but a ton of damn fists!

ROB MARTINEZ: DT’s nose is busted open!

DT doesn’t seem to care as he knees Johnny in the nut sack, stopping the fist from flying and delivering a headbutt to Maverick that busts his bottom lip open. Back inside the ring rights are still being exchanged, both men wearing down, but Jacob dives to the right, managing to lock on a side headlock. Casino lifts him up, Venar uses the momentum to flip on over and behind Casino with a rear waistlock. Casino rushes forward to the ropes, but Venar doesn’t let go. Casino tries to shove him backwards, Venar rolls backwards and up to his feet quickly. Casino points to his temple.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t count out Venar!

COREY TAYLOR: Venar is nothing compared to Casino!

Venar with a superkick to the back of Casino’s skull sending him tumbling over the top rope to land in a heap on the outside. cCasino rolls over onto his back and here comes Venar flying over the top rope with a suicide plancha.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Venar squashed Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: Doubtful?!

Venar pulls Casino up, pounding his forearm and elbow into the legend’s head before shoving his face into kiss the ringpost. Casino makes out with the post falling back, but Venar delivers a dropkick that slams Casino’s face back into the post. Jacob up on the apron as Casino stumbles away from the post. Venar runs along the apron launching himself out towards Casino with a bulldog from the apron. Casino manages to catch him twisting around slamming Venar’s crotch across the railing. Venar falls onto the side near the crowd and Casino holds the railing up with his slumping body. Back on the other side of the ring Maverick is being pulled up to his feet by DT, who manages a diving punch to the ribs of Maverick, who takes the blow, choosing to go in for a quick rib thrust of his own.DT isn’t expecting this and is surprised, Maverick with a leap and a front kick that sends DT towards the announce table. Johnny with a spinning roundhouse kick lays DT on top of the announce table.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for us…

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t get paid enough for this shit!

Maverick crawls up on the table, mounting DT in a Lou Thesz position pounding away with stiff rights, lefts, and adding a few elbows into the mix as well. Maverick pulls DT up to his feet on the table, ducking his head under DT’s underarm, Northern Lights suplex onto the table, Maverick rolls off the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd here in Valdosta is going wild!

COREY TAYLOR: Bet they are all related to Gordon, you know how… nevermind.

Maverick digs under the table, looking for some goodies. Casino pulls himself up, stumbling away from Venar, who is still holding himself on the side near the fans. Johnny pulls out a ladder from under the ring and begins to set it up. Casino knows the time is short, he dives into the ring. Bouncing off the ropes Casino launches himself over the top to slam Johnny’s face into the steel, causing it to fold up on his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a counter!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino sacrificing himself there, he could have been really hurt.

Maverick wipes the blood from his face, and shakes his hands as Chris gets into a fighting stance. Casino with a swift kick, but Maverick counters by catching the foot. Casino with an enzeguri, Maverick ducks under slamming Casino to the ground with a clothesline. Casino’s face slams into the railing and Maverick begins to bclimb to the top of the ladder. Casino shakes the cobwebs away, but Venar is up on the apron. Casino dives at the ladder, Venar with a leap to the top turnbuckle, he flips forward with a leg drop onto the back of Casino’s skull sending it into the hard concrete of the floor!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is severely busted open here!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob is the only one not bleeding here in this match.

Maverick leaps high into the air off the lader…

ELBOW RIGHT THROUGH DR. TITTYLOVER!

The crowd are on their feet!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

Venar helps a smiling Maverick to his feet, blood pouring down his face from his at the very least busted nose. Casino is up to his knees though, neither man see. Casino shoves the ladder into both of them taking them by surprise. Maverick stumbles back, but Venar is there to get Casino, but Casino fires with a set of brass knuckles sending Venar stumbling back holding at the side of his head and now everyone is bloody here in the match. Venar is pissed, even if he can barely keep his feet. Maverick shoves the ladder towards Casino, but Chris uses it as a launching pad to slam a boot into Venar’s face as well as Johnny’s face. Both men stumble back, Johnny into the railing, Venar onto his ass. Casino spins around, mule kick right to Venar’s face lays him on his back and Casino looks to the crowd.

CASINO: You want f*bleep*king tables?!

Evidently they do as they jump to their feet and scream. Casino digs under the ring as Maverick pulls himself up to a vertical base. Casino turns around as Maverick pulls on his shoulder.

FIRE EXTINGUISHER!

Maverick stumbles back from the foam, wiping furiously at his face to rid his eyes of the stuff. DT rolls out of the wreckage and Casino looks at his tag team partner, DT smiles and the grill shines; DT is loving this shit… n***a!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back fans and what a damn fight we have for the Rebel Pro Tag Team titles!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m definitely asking for a pay raise.

DT runs at Casino, who drops down to avoid the flying Doc, DT lands a knee right into Venar’s face laying him back down. Casino and DT dig under the ring…

TABLES!

The crowd jump in the air, they definitely want wood and judging from the lady in the front row… DT may have some other kind. But we don’t think about that right now, in fact we never want to think of that again. Casino sets up his end, DT sets up the other end. Casino goes to lay Venar on the table, but DT grabs his shoulder waving his finger in Casino’s face, pointing for one more table. Casino shrugs and they dig up another table, setting it up on top of that one. DT rolls Venar onto the table before signaling that he is going to be the black man climbing the turnbuckle.

COREY TAYLOR: This doesn’t look good for Venar.

Casino continues pounding away on Venar to keep him stationary. Maverick slams a shoulder into Casino’s back laying him on top of Venar on the bottom table. DT is up on the top turnbuckle, he sees t his and begins to climb back down. He sees Casino fighting back with Maverick, both away from the tables, DT devcides to leap while shouting…

DR. TITTYLOVER: Jacob you are my BITCH!

Leg drop right through the table and all the way to the floor.

COREY TAYLOR: How can these men continue fighting here?

ROB MARTINEZ: Pride and honor and for Dr. Tittylover… bitches and hoes.

Maverick with a drop toe hold sends Casino’s throat right across the railing. Maverick looks at the ladder, at Casino, and back to the ladder. He shakes his head, choosing instead to slam his elbow into the back of Casino’s head to try to send him into oblivion. Groans can be heard from the wreckage that is two tables and two bodies, debris litters the ringside area near the table, pieces of wood, a couple droplets of blood, and something that may be a tooth, but hopefully not. DT rolls a big hunk of table off his body, sawdust sticking to the blood on his face and body, but a big time pimptastic smile covering his features. DT pulls himself up to a vertical base, but Venar is doing the same, both men moving extremely slowly; after all they are putting every single thing on the line here.

ROB MARTINEZ: And to think, this match was never booked to take place here tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, a free match for the fans and a match that we have to call for free!

Casino shoves an elbow into Maverick’s midsection backing him off a bit. Casino turns around, Maverick lifts a foot right into his chin sendiing Casino back against the railing. Johnny flies forward with a big time boot to the face flipping Casino over into the crowd. The fans scatter away from the action, they don’t want to get hurt, but they want to stay near the action. Johnny leaps over the railing stalking Casino as DT and Venar lock up on the outside of the ring. Maverick pounds a knee into Casino’s head sending him to push sseveral chairs out of the way.

COREY TAYLOR: I just realized, no chairs have… nevermind spoke too soon.

Maverick slams Casino’s face into the nearby steel chair, shoving him off just as quickly so that Casino’s face is facing up towards the lights. Johnny places a chair on top of his face before walking down about six chairs or so.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Maverick playing at?

Venar shoves his shoulder into DT, who’s head slams into the ringpost. Venar rolls the groggy doctor into the ring where he quickly follows… with the ladder from earlier. Maverick runs along the row of chairs, jumping…

COREY TAYLOR: Dear Gawd! He broke him!

Maverick jumps into the air, dropping a double knee drop into the chair covering Casino’s face! Maverick rolls off, holding at his right knee, but stumbling towards the ring in case he can get at Dr. Tittylover to help Venar totally destroy DT. Venar whips DT into the ropes back body drop onto the canvas. Venar up again, shoving DT into the corner, running Stinger splash causes DT to stumble out of the corner. Venar up springing from the middle rope, tornado DDT center ring. Venar, using the momentum to mask the pain quickly looks over to where Maverick is stumbling to the ring and Jacob climbs up to the top of the ladder.

COREY TAYLOR: I sense an viagra taking e street band end here!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick slides into the ring with a steel chair, he lays it on Dr. Tittylover!

Casino is out in the crowd, not as in walking, but out cold. Venar nods and…

SPREAD! MY! WINGS!

CONNECTS!

Maverick falls against the corner, holding at his left knee, Jacob covers.

One!

Two!

Three!

COREY TAYLOR: They did it?!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

The chair falls off of Casino’s face, blood pouring from the wound now in his forehead, he stares glassy eyed in the ring, not caring much right now just hurting.

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…. Jacob Venar… Johnny Maverick… Juggernauts, Bitch!

ROB MARTINEZ: My GAWD what a match! My Gawd what a victory! My Gawd what a show!

COREY TAYLOR: You forgot one My Gawd there.

ROB MARTINEZ: Really? What?

COREY TAYLOR: (Rob’s voice) My Gawd I’m a dumbass!

Rebel Pro logo… fade.

September 3, 2010

Live from the Grady Cole Center(Charlotte, NC)

“Prove to You” by Chevelle blares through the speakers as the camera pans around to show the packed Grady Cole Center, not a single seat is empty. The fans have already gotten their beer, their Cokes, their popcorn as we pan around to Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor sitting at the announce table; Jenny Jersey is of course standing center ring ready for the first match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this Rebel Pro Supershow is brought to you by the lovely folks at Durham 8 TV and broadcasted to local bars as well as in the Aggression Arena in Durham this evening.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet that was hard to do in one breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: The song is Chevelle’s “Prove to Me”, this is my partner Corey Taylor, I’m Rob Martinez, and lets get to Jenn…

COREY TAYLOR: What is it?

The camera immediately goes backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: There seems to have been yet another attack.

Justin Case is laid out on the floor, blood seeping from a wound on the back of his head, a “M” painted on his back with another “M” painted just below that.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is going on in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like Marcus Marion is involved, way to go he never should have lost that title anyways. But then again it could be that dastardly Marina Blue behind it as well.

The camera cuts again to a lockerroom where Ian Schwartz is slumped unconscious in his wheelchair and Marina is face down with her head turned to the side. A “M” has been painted on her back and Ian’s shirt is torn to reveal a “M” as well.

COREY TAYLOR: She did it to herself for damn pity. She is lower than low.

ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely not the way we had invisioned “Prove Your Worth” opening up but with both World Champion and his challenger down, will there even be a match later tonight?

COREY TAYLOR: I dunno, but Case retains if not so lets get to the first match.

Back to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the opener for Prove Your Worth and is set for one fall…

“The Kenyan King” by The Kenyan Bomas hits up in the speakers as from the back, escorted by Damien Alexander, comes Kongo to a huge amount of booing. Kongo looks around, but the booing doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring standing at seven feet two inches and weighing three hundred and sixty pounds, accompanied to the ring by Damien Alexander… “THE KENYAN KING” KONGO!

Kongo steps flat footed up onto the apron before stepping over the top rope and into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is one massive individual.

COREY TAYLOR: In other words, he is a big motherfucker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh… yeah.

“I Hear the Voices” comes into the sound system and out from the back comes a very scared and very aluminumfied Bobby Lee to a massive amount of cheering. Bobby Lee ducks, thinking it is a bomb, but shakily gets up and waves to the crowd; a bit shyly.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making his way to the ring, from Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred forty pounds… BOBBY LEE!

Bobby looks at Kongo up in the ring, a bit nervous before he rolls under the rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bobby Lee looking for his first victory here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: He is remembering what happened to hiim at the hands of Akuma The Malignant.

DING DING

Referee Jimmy Johnson is officiating this contest as the bell sounds and Kongo starts off with a massive right hand rocking BL off his feet. Kongo slams another fist into his face before lifting him off the ground with a massive boot to the midsection. Kongo scoops BL onto his shoulders in a torture rack, seeming to send a messege to Akuma while he stares at the backstage curtain. Kongo bears down on the force, BL begins to scream in pain. Kongo tosses him in the corner, BL lands on the top turnbuckle, midsection first and crumples there wimpering from the pain and lack of anything to do about it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo dominating here.

COREY TAYLOR: As if there was any doubt.

Kongo lifts Bobby Lee back off his position on the turnbuckle, into a military press slam position. Damien encourages him to just toss him over the top rope. Kongo obliges and Bobby Lee is tossed bodily over the top rope to land at Damien’s feet. Alexander begins to stomp away on the downed BL and the crowd let him know their displeasure.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about? I don’t see anything.

Bobby Lee scrambles up to his feet, trying to run away because he knows that he can’t fight the big man, let alone both of them. Damien catches him by the back of his tights, rolling him into the ring. Kongo lifts him to his feet. Irish whip.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gawd what a big boot!

Bobby Lee spins into the corner and slams back first there. Here comes Kongo with The Amazon Splash. Kongo in the air…

Bobby Lee falls!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo just opened up his own skull!

COREY TAYLOR: Kongo is out! I can’t believe it.

Kongo is slumped in the corner, Bobby Lee manages to roll him up from behind.

One…

Two,…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee!

He can’t believe it, but here comes Damien into the ring and Kongo is waking up. Bobby Lee notices and dives out of the ring. He looks over his shoulder as Kongo and Damien look on.

COREY TAYLOR: What the…?

Akuma out of the crowd past Corey Taylor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes Jester… I mean The Ringleader.

The Ringleader jumps the barricade, Kongo and Damien are still watching Bobby Lee. Akuma spins Kongo around. Jester slams the wolf head of his cane right into Damien’s skull, sending him down.

BIG MAN FIGHT!

Fistycuffs!

Kongo and Akuma exchanging blows, rights and lefts. The ring is shaking with the force of the blows. Jester from behind slams the cane into Kongo’s knee causing him to stumble. Akuma grunts with effort.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dear GAWD! Akuma has Kongo on his shoulders!

DEMONIC ASCENSION!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!

ROB MARTINEZ: The ring may have just broken!

Here comes security, but a bit too late. However Jester and Akuma are leaving without any further damage to Kongo and Damien Alexander. Security looks a bit lost as what to do, as if that is anything new. Jester laughs his laugh and Akuma seems to be wanting some more flesh to pound into submission.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll be right back after this break and hopefully the ring isn’t broken underneath.

Commercial for Brion’s Baked Beans… even without ‘em he’s a gas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans we are back after that brief commercial break and the ring has suffered no lasting effects.

COREY TAYLOR: But it will when they undoubtedly collide again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Jenny with our next match.

The Instrumental version of “Creeping Death” comes through the speakers as from the back to a mixed reaction that leans more towards boos than cheers is Devils Nation.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of five hundred and eighty pounds… JIMMYand KEVIN THORTON… DEVILS NATION!

Jimmy and Kevin don’t care about the boos, nor the cheers as they step into the ring.

“We Are One” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Back Yard Breed to another mixed reaction, this one leaning towards cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty-eight pounds, the team of JORDI DAVIES and KYLE TWEED… BACK! YARD! BREED!

Jordi and Kyle step into the ring, their eyes locked on the two members of Devils Nation.

Is that the Wringling Brothers? No, its Barnum and Bailey, no the WRingling Brothers. Who cares?! Its Circus music! The crowd are on their feet cheering for the two smallest men in professional wrestling!

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of two hundred pounds… NIGEL and WINSTON… DEVILS DISCIPLES!

Nigel and Winston dive into the ring where the other members are already laying into each other with rights and lefts.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Winston with a bite to Kyle’s ass?

ROB MARTINEZ: Nigel with a punch to the berries of Kevin Thorton!

The two men are trying their best, but their size is just too much to over come as they are tossed out of the ring. Winston catches the top rope, Nigel flips onto the top turnbuckle. Kyle and Kevin have forgotten them. Winston with a roundhouse kick right to the bridge of Kevin’s nose and he goes down! Nigel slams both of his feet right into Kyle’s face and he falls back over Winston for the first pin!

One…

Two…

Jordi Davies with the save ain the stomp to the back of Winston’s head.

Boos from the crowd at the stop, they want Winston and Nigel to get a victory. Here comes Jimmy Thorton with a sweeping kick to the ribs of Jordi Davies, but Davies manages to sway out of reach. Jordi with a spinning elbow rocks Jimmy back in the corner. Winston is holding at his back, but Nigel is pissed and slides out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nigel has… a chair!

COREY TAYLOR: He can’t lift it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Winston rolls out of the ring, holding at his back still, that stomp hurt damnit! Jordi lifts Jimmy up to the top turnbuckle, but Jimmy fires back with a right and left quick succession combo sending Jordi stumbling over Kyle Tweed. Jimmy launches himself coming down with a leg drop across Jordi’s throat into a pin.

One….

Two…

Thr

The flying form of Nigel breaks up the count as he lands on Jimmy Thorton. Here comes Kevin though, lifting the much… much… much smaller man up tossing him through the air like some mini lawn dart. Nigel’s head slams into the top turnbuckle and he crumples to the canvas, perhaps out cold. A scream is heard and here comes Winston with a miniature baseball bat aiming at Kevin’s legs. Kevin Thorton laughs while pointing at Kevin. Jimmy is up as well and the two surround Winston.

ROB MARTINEZ: Winston is going to go down defending himself.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t that little bat so… WHAT THE HELL?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Its a shocker!

Winston shoves it into the groin of Kevin Thorton and flips the switch. Kevin stumbles back from the pain, his hands going right to the groin and holding himself. Winston turns quickly, shoving the shocker into Jimmy’s crotch. Winston looks up into Jimmy’s eyes and mouths “Bye bye babies”

And pulls the trigger!

Jimmy is blasted back from the shocker. Winston looks down, blowing off the end like it is some sort of six shooter gun. But he pauses too long as Jordi Davies slams into him with force from behind. Jordi’s knee catches him right in the back of the skull, sending him down face first on the canvas and losing his control of the shocker. Kyle Tweed picks it up and places it in his tights.

COREY TAYLOR: It doesn’t look good now.

ROB MARTINEZ: It didn’t look too good before.

Nigel has woken up and has finally gotten a chair into the ring, but Jordi takes it from him. He boots Nigel in the face, sending him to sit in the corner, holding at his busted lip. Jordi turns around.

*WHAM!*

Chair right to the face of Kyle Tweed. Jordi looks down and smiles?! Yes he is smiling!

COREY TAYLOR: What the?

ROB MARTINEZ: That seems to be your question of the night.

Kyle falls on his back while Jordi makes his way out of the ring. Jimmy and Kevin are still holding themselves, unable to move. Nigel and Winston look at the three men remaining in the ring, back to each other, back to the men, and finally back to each other. They both dive on Kyle Tweed. Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Winston and Nigel… Devils Disciples!

ROB MARTINEZ: They did it! I can’t believe it! They freaking did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They have to be the smallest men to ever have won a match in Rebel Pro, in wrestling in general!

Nigel and Winston jump up and celebrate as Jester walks from the back, shock on his face as he just stares at the two in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll be right back after this commercial break with our third match of the night.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, where J-Kurt is going to kill his brother Chad.

Commercial for Jacob’s Jockstraps, only the strong survive.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are being told that another attack has taken place backstage, lets get our camera back there to see what is going on.

The camera cuts backstage where Blood is sitting up against a wall, a crimson mask covering the part of his face that is visible. Blood also covers his chest and he seems to have been attacked and leaned up against the wall.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! Ha! This confirms that it is Marcus Marion! He is just a genius, weaken your competition then kick their ass in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure, but it is sure looking like he is behind all of this.

Back to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Barbed-Wire Cage Match… introducing first… from Paducah, Kentucky… weighing in at 215 pounds… J-Kurt!!!

(“Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake begins to play over the P.A. System as J-Kurt comes out by himself for this match, bound and determined for this big match against his cousin as he hesitantly steps in the Barbed-Wire Cage wielding a barbed-wire two-by-four and his elbow and knee pads wrapped in barbed-wire.)

ROB MARTINEZ: It is such a shame that J-Kurt has turned his back on his own family just to further his own career, and it’s even sadder things have come to this.

COREY TAYLOR: Who are you trying to kid here? All Chad Kurtis has ever done, being the glory hog he is, has been holding his cousin back from being the star that he will be here in REBEL Pro!

(Just then, “Cocky” by Kid Rock begins to play over the P.A. system as “The Show” Chad Kurtis comes out tagging hands with the fans, although with a bit of a heavy heart while wielding a barbed-wire steel chair in one hand with a barbed-wire metal bat in the other hand.)

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… now residing in Durham, North Carolina… weighing in at 230 pounds… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!

(Chad then climbs into the structure as he stares intently at his cousin as the bell rings.)

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s the bell, and we’re underway!

COREY TAYLOR: Let the blood-bath begin!

(J-Kurt then charges toward Chad Kurtis with an attempt at an elbow strike with the barbed-wire elbow pad, but Chad ducks. Chad then takes an attempt to swing the barbed-wire steel chair at J-Kurt, but the youngest member of the Kurtis clan superkick Chad right in the jaw and begins to punch him in the forehead. J-Kurt then backs up a bit and rolls forward before connecting with a Rolling Thunder attempt as he goes for the early pin.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Here goes J-Kurt with an early pin attempt!

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on ref, that was a slow count!

(J-Kurt then tried to whip Chad Kurtis into the barbed-wire, but the veteran hits the brakes as both of them lock horns with J-Kurt getting caught in a side headlock as Chad takes him down with a headlock takedown before letting his cousin up. J-Kurt then stomps on the canvas in frustration as he goes for a lock-up attempt again, but this time blatantly kicks Chad Kurtis between the legs to stop his momentum for the time being.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, COME ON! What was the point of that?

COREY TAYLOR: To get an advantage, Rob!

(J-Kurt then waits for Chad to get on one knee as he hits a running Tornado DDT going for a quick leg hook as he goes for the pin.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Another pin attempt here by J-Kurt.

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: How did he kick out of that?

(J-Kurt then goes to pick up Chad, but in a bit of playing possum, Chad monkey flips his cousin back-first into the barbed-wire structure as the fans all let out a collective gasp.)

ROB MARTINEZ: What a veteran move by Chad Kurtis, and now it’s J-Kurt being the first to bleed in this match!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it, why did he have to bust open J-Kurt like that?

(Chad Kurtis then grabs the barbed-wire bat and blasts his cousin in the back with it a few times before catching him with it in a modified Reverse STO assisted by the barbed-wire bat as now it’s Chad Kurtis going for the pin.)

ROB MARTINEZ: What an innovative move there by “The Show”, but will it be enough?

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: J-KURT WITH THE SHOULDER UP! THANK YOU, GOD!

(Chad Kurtis then goes behind J-Kurt for a Star-Maker attempt onto the barbed-wire folding chair, but J-Kurt blocks it and bulldogs Chad stomach first on the chair. Then, like a mad dog, J-Kurt unleashes a string of vicious elbow strikes to Chad’s face with the barbed-wire elbow pads turning Chad’s face into the proverbial crimson mask. J-Kurt then scoops up Chad Kurtis in a front suplex position but turns it into a lung-blower in mid-air right onto the barbed-wire knee pads as now “The Show” is writhing in pain and coughing up blood.)

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move by J-Kurt, and that may have done some serious internal damage to “The Show”! I’m not so sure “The Show” is in any shape to continue, truth be told…

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, this is just epic! Chad Kurtis is getting exactly what he deserves!

(J-Kurt then cups a hand to his ear before he goes for a standing variation of his shooting star press he calls the Killswitch as he hits it and non-chalantly hooks the leg.)

ROB MARTINEZ: This might be it…

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: NO WAY! How does Chad Kurtis keep kicking out of these moves?

(J-Kurt then motions to the top of the cage where he starts taking his time climbing the structure. Halfway up, he has to catch his breath befor ehe eventually makes it up top and looks down at his cousin with a smirk.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, no! OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN, DON’T DO THIS, J-KURT!

COREY TAYLOR: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

(J-Kurt leaps off the top of the structure a sflash bulbs go off everywhere, but he misses “The Show” who rolls out of the way at the last second! The crowd now solidly behind Chad Kurtis, Chad then wills himself to his feet and grabs the barbed-wire steel chair and hits a running shooting star press of his own as he goes for a pin attempt.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Could this be it?

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: Not quite yet! Please God, don’t let that jerk win this…

(Chad Kurtis then clangs the chair against the canvas repeatedly as the crowd starts clapping in unison with him as Chad connects with the head of J-Kurt, making both men an absolute bloody mess at this point. Chad then motions to the crowd “It’s over!” as they start to cheer as he gets J-Kurt in position for the CK Finale.)

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks like the end for J-Kurt!

(But suddenly, the cheers turn into boos as Big Daddy D comes out from the crowd and gets Chad’s attention as Chad and Big Daddy D start yelling at each other, which climaxes when Chad manages to grab Big Daddy D, by the shirt, but unbeknownst to Chad, J-Kurt has pulled some barbed-wire brass knucks out of his jeans and before Chad knows what hits him, he gets decked hard with a punch from the barbed-wire brass knuckles as he starts losing an alarming amount of blood as J-Kurt quickly covers him.)

COREY TAYLOR: YES! YES! THANK YOU JESUS, YES!

ROB MARTINEZ: How can you enjoy this? Chad Kurtis is losing blood at a frightening amount here… I’m scared J-Kurt hit an artery! This has got to be it!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here’s your winner of the match… J-KURT!!!

(J-Kurt then smirks at his cousin before he is escorted out of the ring by security as paramedics quickly attend to Chad to stop the blood-flow coming from his head.)

COREY TAYLOR: I think we may want to start calling J-Kurt “Hands Of Stone” after that…

ROB MARTINEZ: Obviously, J-Kurt has won this match, but at this stage, I’m more concerned about the well-being of Chad Kurtis!

(Before we cut to a commercial, we do manage to see Chad Kurtis with a bloody towel over his head holding it tight as he manages to get to his feet, albeit very woozily.)

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from the freak problem with the show feed, sorry for the inconvenience.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we are back just in time to send you to commercial, thank God for advertising.

Commercial for Kent’s Camo; not even I can find them.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is your Last Man Standing Match!!!!

“My Michelle” by GNR hits and the crowd explodes with boos!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds….Marcus Marion!!!

Marion gets nothing but white hot heat as he makes his way to the ringside area. A chant of ‘Die Marcus Die!’ start up and the former World Champ actually smiles when he hears them. He climbs into the ring and points out to a fan holding a sign that reads, ‘Die Marcus!’

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent……

“I Get It” by Chevelle hits and the crowd pops! They might not be huge fans of the man, but they love him far more than they do Marcus!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 245 pounds…….Blood!!!

Next to Marcus, Blood gets a heroes welcome as he makes his way to the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match should end the fued that’s sprung up between these two men! With all the recent shenanigans on both sides, we have barred everyone from ringside and even have two referees to keep order!

COREY TAYLOR: Well that’s kinda flies in the face of everything REBEL doesn’t it?

Referee Jimmy Johnson takes a spot outside of the ring while senior referee Alan Stone checks briefly on Blood before calling for the bell.

Marcus eases his way across the ring, looking around to see if any more ‘Bloods’ make an appearance and stands in front of his opponent who is still propped up in the corner. Marcus lays in the bad mouth and lets loose with a slap across the face of Blood! Marion quickly backs off but Blood is still sagging in the corner. Another quick scan of the ringside area reveals no more mystery men dressed like Blood and a smirking Marion again steps to an already battered foe. Once more Marcus trash talks Blood and again snaps back his opponents head with a hard slap. Marcus backs up, all smiles, and lets the boos wash down on him. Marion has some words with Alan Stone before again approaching Blood. Hard right hand from Blood shocks Marcus! Using the ropes for leverage, Blood again connects with another right hand! Marcus is back peddling now as a weary Blood staggers out of the corner. A third right hand sends Marcus backing into a corner a begging off.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to be careful of Marcus! He’s very calculating!

Blood steps in to close the gap and takes a thumb to the eye from Marcus! Chop across the chest from the former world champ! Another chop from Marcus lights up the chest of Blood and the crowd ‘woooooooo’s’ in appreciation! Marcus makes it a hat trick with a third chop across the chest and Blood quickly drives a knee up into the ribs of Marcus. Marcus is whipped into the ropes! Marion ducks under a clothesline but gets caught with a snap powerslam on the rebound! Blood crawls to his feet and tells the referee to count! The crowd counts along with referee Alan Stone.

One!

Two!

Three!

COREY TAYLOR: Way to early for my man to lose!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: I got $100 on Marcus to win tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Professional as always.

Marcus pulls himself up and Stone waves his count off. A running clothesline from Blood drops Marcus back to the mat. Marcus rolls to a sitting potion and tries to beg off as Blood approaches him. Hard right hand from Blood! Marcus scoots back and continues to plead for Blood to stay away when he gets clocked with another right hand! Blood pulls his arm back for another punch when he takes a low blow from the devious Marcus! Marion grabs the tights of a doubled over Blood and uses his leverage to throw his foe through the first and second ring rope and out to the floor! Marcus rolls to the outside and plants a boot to the side of Bloods head.

Marion pulls Blood to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring steps. Blood reverses! Marcus reverses the reversal! Blood collides with the ring steps knees first and flips over them to land onto his back on the concrete floor. Marcus staggers over to where Blood is using the guard rails to pull himself up and takes out the mans left leg with a chop block! Marcus is back to his feet, all smiles for the ringside fans. Marcus watches as Blood again uses the guard rails to help try to regain his footing and Marion quickly snatches up a length of cable from the camera and wraps it around the throat of Blood! Referee Jimmy Johnson is trying to restore order to no avail as Marcus looks to be chocking out Blood. Marcus finally releases his hold on the cables and Blood slumps to the floor. ‘Count him!’ Marcus yells to Johnson. Again the crowd counts along.

One!

Two!

Three!

Blood is starting to stir!

Four!

Five!

Blood sits up, scrambles to grab the guard rails and starts pulling himself up. Before he can get top his feet he’s attack with a flurry of punches from Marcus breaking the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood is up! This match continues!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn! Thank God this match doesn’t have a twenty count, most of our audience can barely make it to ten as it is!

Marcus rolls Blood into the ring and follows in close behind him. Blood slowly regains his footing and Marcus quickly hooks him and nails a running bulldog! Marcus gets to his feet and taunts the crowd as Alan Stone counts.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blood is again starting to stir as he rolls over onto his stomach!

Five!

Six!

Blood pulls himself to all fours!

Seven!

Blood somehow gets to his feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood showing tremendous heart!

Marcus rushes Blood and runs right into a Ura-nage! Blood stands on wobbly legs as Marcus pulls himself to his feet. Blood hooks Marcus and delivers backbreaker across his uninjured knee! Blood yanks Marcus back up and again hits another brutal backbreaker! A third! A fourth! A fifth! Blood lets Marcus collapse on the ring, staggers and slumps against the ropes and watches as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Marcus rolls to his stomach and slowly starts to try to work his way to his feet.

Six!

Seven!

Marcus is up on one foot!

Eight!

Nine!

COREY TAYLOR: Get the &$^%# up!

Marcus gets up to a standing position and the count is broken! Marion turns and is almost beheaded by a boot to the face! Marcus is sent tumbling backwards and collides with referee Alan Stone! Both men go down in a heap and the second referee Jimmy Johnson slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone and Marcus are down!

COREY TAYLOR: They need to DQ Blood! Or something! I got my water bill money on this match!

Blood grabs Johnson and yells for him to count, but it’s moot now as Marcus as rolled out of the ring. Blood slides to the outside and pops Marcus with a right hand! Blood grabs the ring steps and hoists them up and shoves them inside the ring. He turns his attention to Marcus and pays for it when Marion rams a shoulder into the left knee of Blood! Blood rolls back into the ring clutching as his leg as Marcus tries to shake the cobwebs from his head. Blood is up to his feet but Marcus reaches into the ring, hooks a leg and pulls him back down to the mat! Marcus drags Blood over to the corner and pulls crotching his foe on the ringpost! With an evil grin Marcus grabs the limp legs of Blood and locks in a figure four around the ringpost! The crowd actually pops for the move as Blood is tapping out! Marcus releases the hold and Blood lays in the corner clutching his injured limb. Referee Alan Stone has recovered and starts the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Blood grabs the ring ropes and tries to pull himself to his feet.

Six!

Seven!

Blood is up to a seated position!

Eight!

Nine!

Blood yanks himself to his feet for just a second before dropping back down but it’s enough to break the count! Marcus goes nuts on the outside as he thought for sure it was over!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on! That was 10! I counted it in my head!

Marcus pulls back the ring skirt and pulls out a table to a huge ‘We Want Tables’ chant from the crowd! Blood is back to his feet and hobbling around the ring as Marcus sets the table up next to the ring before sliding inside. Marcus rushes Blood but gets caught with a snap belly to belly suplex! Blood pulls himself on top of Marcus and starts to rain down hard right hands to the head! Marcus shoves him off but not before Blood was able to cause some damage. The nose of Marcus is bleeding badly and the former World Champ rolls to the outside. Blood grabs Marcus by the hair and bounces his head off the ring apron! Marcus staggers and slumps against the guard rails while Blood reaches under the ring and finds a chair! Blood turns, sets his sights on Marcus and gets ready to swing! Marcus kicks the knee of Blood and it’s enough to cause Blood to drop to a knee and allow Marion to wrestle to the chair away! Chair shot to the head from Marcus! Chair shot across the back as Blood is now on all fours! Marcus follows up with a trio of lightning quick chair shots to the legs of Blood before throwing the dented chair away!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus trying to break the legs of Blood! Actually smart strategy by the former World Champ!

Marcus rolls back into the ring as referee Jimmy Johnson starts his count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Blood is using the guard rails to help himself try to get up!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Blood is up and draped across the guard rails! Marcus hangs his head and rolls back to the outside.

COREY TAYLOR: These referees are crooked!

Marcus charges Blood but runs into a hotshot onto the guard rail! Blood walks around the prone body of Marcus trying to get feeling back into his leg as the referee counts.

One!

Two!

Blood shoves Johnson away and drags Marcus to his feet. Marion is rolled inside the ring and Blood slides in behind him. Blood pulls Marcus to his feet and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Blood, slowly starts to climb the ring steps he brought into the ring earlier and at the top he stops and sways for a moment threatening to topple off. Death Valley Driver off the ring steps to the mat! Marcus rolls into a ball holding the back of his neck as Alan Stone starts a count on both men!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh No!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! This could be it!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blood grabs the rings steps and starts to pull himself up.

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Marcus is stirring and grabs ahold of Blood, using him to pull himself up!

Eight!

Nine!

Both men get to their feet at the last possible second!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are up!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh thank God! Well, not for Blood but you know….

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Right hand from Blood!

Right hand from Blood!

Marcus drops to his knees and begs off! Blood reaches down to grab him but takes a thumb to the eye!

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Blood gets caught coming in!

Marcus shoves Blood out onto the ring apron and climbs out behind him. Blood is getting to his feet when he takes a kick from behind that lands firmly between the uprights! Marcus spins around a doubled over Blood, hooks him and hits the Revolutionary Thrill off the ring apron and through the table set up at ringside! A loud ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant breaks out as both men lay under the remains of the table. Jimmy Johnson looks at the battered men and starts his count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus just killed Blood!

COREY TAYLOR: But he has to beat the count too!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Marcus pulls himself out of the rubble and slowly tries to get to his feet.

Seven!

Eight!

Marcus is using the ring skirt to pull himself up and Blood still hasn’t moved!

Nine!

Marcus is up!

Ten!

COREY TAYLOR: YEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!

Johnson calls for the bell and Marcus quickly drops down to a seated position on the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marcus Marion!!!!

Senior referee Alan Stone rolls outside and raises the arm of Marcus as EMTs rush out to check on a still unmoving Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a war these men put themselves through! What heart from….

COREY TAYLOR: Oh who cares? Marcus won! Woooooo!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re pitiful.

Commercial for Bubba’s BBQ, Its yummy to the last finger lick.

“As Daylight Dies” hits up and out walks Akuma being led by Jester The Ringleader. The fans boo The Ringleader but seem to be somewhat compassionate towards Akuma but it is probably just a fascade.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by Jester The Ringleader, he stands at six feet seven inches while weighing three hundred and twenty-seven pounds… AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Akuma steps into the ring before turning to face the backstage curtain.

COREY TAYLOR: Akuma is going to dominate, just freaking dominate Gary here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll just see about that.

“BACON!” is quickly followed by “House of the Rising Sun” as Gary makes his way confidently from the back, the Aggression title firmly around his old waist.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, he stands at five feet nine inches and comes to you from Duluth, Minnesota… GRANDPA GARY!

Gary walks around the ring, looking up at Akuma as he does so. He steps up onto the apron and into the ring where he hands Alan Stone the Aggression Championship belt.

DING DING

Gary asks for a lockup and Akuma obliges. Gary with a vicious kick right to Akuma’s balls doubling the big man over. No matter how big he is, he’s still got a set and Gary just kicked a fieldgoal to win the game. Gary with a upprcut that stands Akuma back up, although his hand is still consoling himself, but Gary pounds another right hand into Akuma’s mouth after a brief jump. On the outside Jester is yelling at Akuma to start!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary rocking the challenger so far.

COREY TAYLOR: But he still hasn’t left his feet.

Akuma with a dinging right fist sends Gary falling right on his ass over tea kettle. But Gary is back up, the streets have definitely toughened him up as he charges right back in. Gary with a dinging right, but Akuma with a left this time sends Gary rolling backwards again. However Gary is right back up, charging the big man, chop to the chest stings Akuma, but does nothing more. Akuma looks down at his chest then back to Gary. Give the Aggression Champion credit, his old ass doesn’t back down instead he leaps up slapping the spittle right from Akuma’s mouth before taking to the air with a flying clothesline that has Akuma in the ropes. Akuma seems shocked by this little man’s tenacity, but it is nothing to what happens next as Gary springs, yes he actually springs from the middle rope to deliver a bulldog that takes Akuma down on the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma goes down!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn his old ass!

Gary begins to get up, holding at his back because he may just have exerted too much in the early going. Gary stumbles to the ropes, but Akuma is already getting back up; after all he isn’t sixty years old.

COREY TAYLOR: Gary is going to have to fight through the pain of his age to keep Akuma down.

ROB MARTINEZ: He knows, but if you’ve never had back trouble then you don’t know.

COREY TAYLOR: Probably doing that nurse of his.

Akuma rolls to his knee but Gary fights through the pain to boot the big man right in the face, spinning to slam the point of his elbow right into the bridge of Akuma’s nose. Akuma grunts from the pain and blood immediately starts to flow and Gary aims a big old right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma catches the right!

Akuma holds the right fist of Gary and begins to stand up growling fiercely as he does so. Akuma catches the left fist from Gary to prevent that punch as well. Gary aims a kick, but Akuma blocks it with a well placed knee. Akuma with a headbutt knocks Gary senseless, a second knocks him out on his feet, but Akuma holds him up by his fists. Akuma throws him across the ring by his fists and Gary slides into the corner on his front. Akuma begins to stalk Gary, his prey, now and has a murderous intent all over his face. Gary is struggling back to a vertical base, but Akuma stomps down on the back on his head sending him face first onto the canvas. Akuma stands on the back of Gary’s head and the Aggression Champion is screaming in pain as a small pool of blood begins to spread.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the old fart’s nose is broken!

ROB MARTINEZ: That means both men’s noses are broken.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t be silly, they only have one nose a piece.

Akuma grinds the broken nose of Gary into the mat, ensuring that he desintigrates the cartiledge so that Gary may have to have a trachea in order to breathe. Akuma picks him up, lifting him onto his shoulders before tossing him with a military press slam across the ring. Gary hits so hard that he bounces to a seated position and remains there. Akuma growls as he charges in with a massive roaring knee right into the back of Gary’s skull nearly folding him in half. The face of Gary is covered in red, but then so is Akuma’s although he is fighting through it. Akuma whips Gary into the ropes, he aims before leaping.

COREY TAYLOR: Arrow of Fate!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he broke him.

COREY TAYLOR: Or at least ruptured his spleen, I’ll take that.

Gary holds at his midsection, in obvious pain, he can’t help it, he is hurt and hurt bad. Akuma growls again as he lifts Gary up.

ALL’S END!

SIXTY YEAR OLD STUNNER!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it how does he do it?!

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t capitalize and he is hurt, Gary is holding his midsection still.

Gary crawls over, blood pouring out of his ruined nose, he is nearly there.

Gary’s head falls, but he lifts it thanks to the crowd’s cheering for him. Gary looks around at the assembled crowd.

GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY!

He collapses on top of Akuma as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three

DING DING

NO!

Akuma with his shoulder up, Alan Stone is holding up two fingers!

Gary looks up, his eyes cloudy from pain and the crowd can’t hear what is going on they are cheering too loudly to hear. Gary stumbles to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: He didn’t do it!

ROB MARTINEZ: A preemptive bell ringing, it was that damn close fans. I’m sitting right here and I thought it was over!

Alan tells Gary what is going on and he nods. Alan moves quickly. Gary is confused. Akuma slams into him!

Gary is smashed in the corner thanks to the Arrow of Fate to the back! Akuma rips him out of the corner.

Up!

Down!

ALL’S END!

Akuma makes the cover!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

Yes, this one is for real!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… Akuma The Malignant.

Jester has the belt, he is holding it up as high as he can. Akuma stands center ring as Jester slides in. Akuma is covered in blood, but Jester holds the belt on his own shoulder as though he won the belt.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t beleive it!

COREY TAYLOR: The old fart isn’t invincible, he lost.

Gary rolls out of the ring, clutching at his belly as he stumble steps to the back.

** Backstage **

The duo of Cash N’ Ass are seen walking through the halls moments before their title match.

CASINO: Tittylover, if we win tonight…..

TITTYLOVER: ‘If?’ N***a, we’re gonna be the first all black world tag champs in this promotions history in a lil’ bit!

CASINO: Uh, at any rate, when we win I still want your word you’ll go to REBEL and tell them to make sure I can wrestle singles matches again.

TITTYLOVER: Of course fool! But don’t be thinkin’ of tomorrow, think of us winnin’ them belts from those crackers and havin’ a late night party with bitches n’ hoes! Jusat remember, as your elder I pick the hoes I want first.

Casino watches his ‘partner’ walk off.

Casino: (sarcastically) Awesome.

Commercial for Tyler’s Transvestite Tour, even Troy likes the toys.

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!

Commercial for Kurtis’ Something or another, not even he has an idea.

Jenny Jersey is in the ring, ready to begin the MAIN EVENT!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Professional Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!

Black Flag hits, and the crowd pops huge! Marina Blue walks out from the back, strutting her stuff, as the entire male population of the crowd whistles and calls her, many of them holding “Marry Me Marina” signs and some other… suggestive things. Marina seems to be favoring her head from the vicious attack earlier in the night.

JENNY JERSEY: Making her way to the ring! The challenger! From North Hollywood, California! Marina! Blue!

Marina climbs into the ring with sexual swagger as “Slip It In” fadess out. Puff Daddy takes over the PA and the crowd does a MASSIVE un-pop.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds! The REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! “The Millenium Game”! Justin! Case!

Case emerges from the back, smirking and jawing with the fans, Hugh Aredone in tow. He also seems to be favoring his head, as he was attacked as well. As he walks down the aisle, something catches his eye. Marcus Marion and Nicole have just sat down at ringside, donning chips and coke. Case starts threatening him, telling him to “Get out of his talented arena”, and blaming him for his vicious attack earlier in the night, but Marion just sneers and flashes him two front row tickets. Case snarls, climbs into the ring, and hands his belt off to referee Alan Stone. He smirks at Marina Blue, who raises a provocative eyebrow at Justin Case. Alan Stone hands the belt off to the time keeper, and he calls for the bell.

DING DING.

And this match is on! Marina Blue calls for a collar and elbow tie up. The much larger Justin Case almost laughs at her, but he obliges. Blue quickly slips around an unsuspecting Case, delivering a forearm smash to the back of his head. Case swings an elbow around in blind rage, but Blue slips underneath that blow and delivers a few swift kicks to Case’s calf, forcing him down to one knee. Blue runs up Case’s knee and delivers a killer Shining Wizard. Case goes down with Blue sitting in his chest for the cover.

One!

Two!

Case quickly kicks out, throwing Blue off of him. Blue quickly gets to her feet, and kicks Case in the jaw–Caught! Case has Blue by the ankle, and now he’s mouthing her off, taunting her, telling her just how “untalented” she is–ENZUIGIRI! Case goes down after that blow by Blue as the crowd pops huge! Another cover and a kick out at one and a half by the champion! That head taking another huge blow, Case is getting up slowly. Blue rolls to the outside, opposite Hugh Aredone, and starts looking under the ring for a toy. A hardcore toy. Yes, I said a hardcore toy. She comes out from under the ring with a KENDO stick! She holds it in two hands, playing with it… suggestively… for the fans at ringside. She looks out to the crowd… and sees Marcus Marion. She starts yelling at him, claiming it was he that attacked him. JUSTIN CASE from behind, sends her head first into the guardrail while Marcus Marion looks on, confused, looking like he doesn’t know what either of them are talking about.

Case grabs Blue by her hair and rolls her into the ring, carrying the kendo stick with him as he follows her. He winds up and FWHACKs her not once, but THREE TIMES across the small of her back while the crowd BOOS. Case tosses the stick out of the ring, aiming it deliberately in Marion’s direction. Case walks to the turnbuckle, and jawing with the fans as he removes the protective padding, revealing nothing but unforgiving STEEL. Case starts yelling at Marion, BLUE FROM BEHIND! Chop block sends Case’s knees buckling and his face SLAMS against the exposed steel turnbuckle, and he’s split open! Case slumps into the corner, and Blue sizes him up… 619 type maneuver from Blue! Case takes a face full of Blue’s boots and he rolls head over heels into the center of the ring. Blue hits the top rope… FLYING LEG DROP–NOBODY HOME! Marina Blue hits the mat rump first and HARD. Blue holds her tailbone in pain as Marcus laughs from the outside, Case rolling back to his feet slowly.

When he gets to his feet, Case is ANGRY! He grabs Blue by the hair and starts MANHANDLING her, and not in the way she likes! He swings her around by the hair as the crowd BOOS, her feet LEAVING the floor! Case TOSSES her to the turnbuckle–the EXPOSED one–and she hits HARD, FACE FIRST, and she’s BLEEDING! She rolls to the outside as Case gives chase. Case grabs her by the tights and hair, and BEALE tosses her into the ring steps! The steps MOVE from the impact and Blue isn’t moving! Case picks her up DESPERATION ELBOW sends Case reeling! Blue on the offensive backs Case into the guard rail, and she’s setting up for the DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE… BUT NICOLE HITS HER SQUARE IN THE HEAD WITH A HIGH HEELED SHOE! Alan Stone yells at Nicole, but she claims she didn’t do anything, and Marcus Marion agrees with her while Justin Case hits JUST 2 TALENTED on the outside! Blue is out! Case rolls her back into the ring and goes for the cover…

One!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Marina Blue, out of pure instinct, managed to get her foot on the ropes to prevent the pin fall! Justin Case can’t believe it! He drags her away from the ropes and covers AGAIN!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Marina Blue! A THIRD cover!

ONE!

Kickout by Marina Blue! Justin Case is PISSED! He picks her up and hooks her for JUST 2 TALENTED again! Marina wriggles free! Blue stuns Case, hooks him up, DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE! SHE HITS IT! THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

…

There’s no three? That’s because Marcus Marion pulled the referee out of the ring! Marina is on her feet, SCREAMING at Marcus Marion, while Alan Stone threatens him as well. Amidst the chaos, Justin Case is back to his feet, WAITING for Marina Blue to turn around! BOOT TO THE GUT and Blue doubles over! HE HAS HER HOOKED UP! JUST! 2! TALENTED! Marina Blue is not moving, as Case goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NOT LIKE THIS!!!

THREE!

The crowd BOOS!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! Justin! Case!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Marcus doing?!

Marion dives in, sending the belt tumbling from Case’s hand. Marion whips him around, boot to the gut.

REVOLUTIONARY THRILL ON THE BELT!

CASE IS OUT!

Marion has a microphone.

MARCUS MARION: It takes many kinds to get ahead in this world Case. It takes many different kinds to be tops. But it takes only one kind to be Rebel Pro World Champion.

He kneels down as Nicole shows Alan Stone the piece of paper Marion was holding.

MARCUS MARION: See, you have to be the best. To be the best Justin… you’ve got to have guts, you’ve got to have brains,… and you’ve got to have a contract stating that if you lose the title you can have the rematch any time you choose.”

The camera cuts to the piece of paper, yup definitely a contract. Marion points to Alan Ston getting his attention.

MARCUS MARION: Count Alan to seal this fool’s fate.

Cover.

Oh no, not like this; its so wrong!

One…

Nicole is clapping.

Two…

She is jumping up and down, giving the men a very nice show.

Three.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey has the microphone as the announcers are just stunned to silence.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Champion… Marcus Marion!

Marion stnands up, Nicole lifting the bloody Rebel Pro World title onto his shoulder and wiping the sweat from his forehead as though he worked hard to get this title tonight. The smirk is plastered on both of their faces.

“Mama told me… when I was young…”

The crowd pops huge!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is it?!

Marion’s smirk drops, Nicole’s mouth opens up wide showing her perfect teeth, and Marion turns…

JT WHIPLASH! IN! THE! HOUSE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are out of time! Tune in next Friday from Valdosta to watch more Rebel Pro action!

JT smiles at Marion as we fade to the Rebel Pro “Prove Your Worth” logo.