~Megavision~
A Welcome from Cash And Ass
We open up on Chris casino, dressed in camo from head to toe and generally looking stupid. But he gets points for trying. Propped up next to him is a life sized cut out of Dr. Tittylover. Oddly a hole is where Tittylovers mouth should be.
CASINO: This is Chris Casino, the greatest technical wrestler in REBEL, NAPW or any other damn promotion out here. Just wanted to say I respect and admire all the bullsh, er, sacrifices that our brave men and women are enduring to ensure our freedom!
Casino drapes an arm around the cut out.
CASINO: Anything to add Doctor?
CUT OUT:…………………..
CASINO: How I wish it was this way all the time.
Casino flashes the ‘peace’ sign.
CASINO: Come home safe eveyone!
“I’m not afraid” by Eminem hits the speakers as Charles Bryant makes his way to the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Surprisingly healthy reception from the audience.
COREY TAYLOR: These men and women are so desperate for entertainment that even this curtain-jerker excites them.
JENNY JERSEY: This match is set for one fall!! Making his way to the ring at this time….standing in at six foot three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds……from Louisville, Kentucky……’The Prototype’ Charles Bryant!!!
He enters the ring and does a bit of posing.
“Time of season” by The Zombies hits up
JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring at this time….Standing in at five foot nine inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds….From Duluth, Minnesota…….GRANDPA GARY!!!
Grandpa Gary also receives great applause from the troops. He comes out a bit confused and looks around trying to figure out where he is and what he’s doing there. All of a sudden it clicks and he heads down to the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well it took a moment but Gary has gotten his wits about him and is ready to go.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh I’m sure he’s ready to go at any moment. I wouldn’t want to be the one changing his diaper, I tell you that.
Once he finally gets in the ring, referee Jimmy Johnson checks that both men are ready as they stare into each others eyes. They begin to both circle the ring as the ref calls for the bell.
DING DING
Gary charges at Bryant, attempting to strike first blood. However, Charles easily avoids the senior citizen and gets him with a forearm smash. He follows up by whipping Grandpa into the ropes, setting him up for a clothesline.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well another poor start for Grandpa Gary, but he’s shown before that he can come back.
Bryant drops an elbow and goes for a cover.
COREY TAYLOR: He’s never faced a man the size of the Prototype before. This one is in the bag.
One…
Two…
The old man kicks out.
ROB MARTINEZ: Bryant underestimated his opponent.
COREY TAYLOR: He was just trying to avoid doing too much damage to a pitiful old fart. Now he’ll have to beat the shit out of the geezer.
Bryant nails Gary with a couple of left and right hooks, before applying a front facelock. Charles sets him up for some kind up of suplex maneuver, but Grandpa manages to get a shot at the big man’s groin, causing him to let go and hunch over in pain.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on, you can’t do that! DQ that man!
ROB MARTINEZ: No DQs you idiot. Anything goes.
COREY TAYLOR: Anything goes? How about just shooting the bastard and putting him out of his misery?
ROB MARTINEZ: Are you seriously this stupid, or is this just your shtick?
Gary flashes a big grin and nods to the crowd, who approve of the cheap shot. He lays into the Prototype with a series of kicks and punches, before applying a headlock on the big man. Bryant doesn’t have too much trouble breaking the hold, executing a ball shot of his own. This hurts Gary, though due to his age, it doesn’t affect him quite as much. Still, Charles is able to take control, applying an abdominal stretch for a bit before unloading a side suplex variant. He picks up the old man and executes a snap suplex. Still not satisfied, Bryant locks Gary in a chickenwing, wraps his other arm around Gary’s head, and performs a crossface chickenwing suplex. He stands over the prone elderly body of Grandpa Gary looking very confident.
COREY TAYLOR: It’s almost over. The Prototype’s suplex mastery is simply too much for Grandpa. Time for this dinosaur to go extinct.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well he may still have life in him yet.
Bryant covers for a pin.
One…
Two…
Thr…
ROB MARTINEZ: He did it, he kicked out! I was right about him.
COREY TAYLOR: The count looked a little slow to me. Come on Johnson, don’t be slacking off in there.
Charles shakes his head and tries to keep his composure. He picks up Gary, but the old man slips out of his arms and locks on THE CLAW. Grandpa has more success with this hold than the last one, keeping it on for some time. He uses his other arm to deliver some knife-edge chops to the muscular chest of his foe.
ROB MARTINEZ: Grandpa Gary has taken control of this match, and the men and women of the armed forces love it! Just look at the smile on his face!
COREY TAYLOR: Is that what that is? Looks like he’s strokin’ out to me.
Gary dishes out chop after chop as the crowd does their best Flair impressions. However, he can only keep the big guy down for so long, as he gets chucked into the corner. Bryant with an avalanche, which causes the old man to fall back. Charles takes a few cheapshots, before executing a scoop powerslam. Instead of trying to pin him again, Charles flips him over and locks on a STF.
ROB MARINEZ: Bryant has Gary in the STF! Can Grandpa fight his way out of another perilous situation?
COREY TAYLOR: Taking a wild guess, I’m going to say no.
Gary puts up as much resistance as he can, but he can’t quite escape the hold. He pulls himself towards the ropes, and Bryant pulls him back. It seems that this may be a lost cause, but suddenly, Charles rolls off Grandpa. He goes over to the corner farthest away from the old guy and holds his nose.
ROB MARTINEZ: It appears that Grandpa Gary has…um…let off a stink bomb.
COREY TAYLOR: Unbelievable.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it?
COREY TAYLOR: The situation speaks for itself.
Charles tries to regroup, coming at Gary with quick strikes until he’s ready to get close to his foe. He hits an inverted atomic drop, following that up by a single leg dropkick. He follows that up with a running senton…which misses! Gary stares down at the supine Prototype, daring him to get up and continue. Bryant rises up and chases after Gary. Grandpa manages to evade him for a little while, but he tires and Charles grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. Bryant lifts Gary over his head, apparently going for the Verdict. However the old man slips out and ends up behind him. Charles turns around, only to find himself on the receiving end of the Sixty Year Old Stunner.
ROB MARTINEZ: Sixty Year Old Stunner! He nailed it!
COREY TAYLOR: He’ll kick out of this.
One…
COREY TAYLOR: I’m sure of it.
Two…
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Bryant!
Three…
ROB MARTINEZ: Grandpa Gary wins!
COREY TAYLOR: Pathetic.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: AND YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL…….GRANDPA GARY!!!
The senior citizen looks like he doesn’t really know what’s going on, while his opponent is up and furious. However, the Prototype walks to the back jawing with teasing soldiers. Gary is helped to the back by staff members as the crowd chants his name.
“Blowin Money Fast” hits up in the speakers around the tented pavilion.
COREY TAYLOR: Do you hear crickets? I didn’t think they had crickets in Afghanistan.
ROB MARTINEZ: Those aren’t crickets, they are dung beetles burrowing through… dung.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh, first time for everything huh?
ROB MARTINEZ: Yup, first time dung beetles have ever been mentioned on Rebel Pro television.
JENNY JERSEY: From South Central Los Angeles, California; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds and can’t be bothered to record a promo or tell the boss he needs a week off… HOOLIGAN!
Hooligan makes his way to the ring to the sound of dung beetles outside the tent.
COREY TAYLOR: Sure they aren’t scorpions attacking innocents?
ROB MARTINEZ: Nope, definitely dung beetles.
“My Michelle” hits up and the crowd gives reaction to his hated blondie, Marcus Marion.
JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by his valet Nicole Rhodes, he stands at six feet one inch and weighs two hundred and thirty-three pounds, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia…. MARCUS MARION!
Marcus steps up onto the ring apron and respectfully wipes his feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes and rushes across the ring and attacks Hooligan before the bell ever sounds backing him into a corner! Marcus is raining down punches on the head and neck of Hooligan in a change of his usual methodical style. Hooligan finally fights his way out of the corner. Hooligan fights a few punches into Marion’s gut but his offense is short-lived as Marcus responds with a hard slap to his face leaving him stunned and angry. Marcus Marion follows up with a charging clothesline and quickly follows up with a power slam.
ROB MARTINEZ: A different Marion than we’ve seen in the past.
COREY TAYLOR: He has a point to prove here Rob, because I’ve heard that he is a great hater of dung beetles.
Sensing he’s in control Marion takes time to mouth to the crowd, who are demanding hardcore action. Hooligan takes advantage and suplexes Marion down hard.
Hooligan picks Marion up and whips him into the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Marcus ducks and hit’s the opposite ropes. Bulldog by Marion takes down Hooligan. Marion flies again and nails Hooligan with a short flying clothesline.
ROB MARTINEZ: Marionhaving most of the offense in this match.
COREY TAYLOR: Truly, ever even heard of this guy Hooligan?
Hooligan struggles to his feet and is taken back down by a side backbreaker. A quick diving gut to the knee doubles Hooligan up in pain. Marcus goes back to taunt the crowd again as Hooligan makes it to his feet but as Hooligan gets to his feet Marion hits him with a jumping neck snap and puts him back down again.
COREY TAYLOR: Vicious neck snap there.
ROB MARTINEZ: Marion showing why he deserves to be in World Title contention.
Marcus stomps down on Hooligan. Marcus poses for the crowd, much to their distain, and Hooligan takes advantage and fires lefts and right into his mid section and whips him across the ring and clotheslines Marion down hard. Hooligan grabs Marcus up and drives him down with a DDT. Hooligan quick covers but only gets a one count. Hooligan dropkicks Marcus back down and follows up with a diving elbow to his chest. Both competitors make it back to their feet and start trading punches. They trade several blows until Marcus pokes Hooligan in the eyes and unleashes a barrage of chops to the chest.
ROB MARTINEZ: A very technical move there from Marion.
COREY TAYLOR: I sense sarcasm.
Marcus backs Hooligan into the ropes and whips him across the ring and meets him with a vicious lariat. Marcus pulls Hooligan off the mat and puts him down again with a Fisherman Buster. Marcus quickly climbs the turnbuckles and comes off with a flying splash to Hooligan. Marcus Marion quickly yanking Hooligan to his feet and drills him with the Revolutionary Thrill, the ref counts
COREY TAYLOR: This one is over.
ROB MARTINEZ: Almost before it began.
One…
Two…
Three.…
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Advancing to the finals of the Aggression Title match… Marcus Marion!
COREY TAYLOR: Never any doubt Martinez.
Hooligan heads to the back, the soldiers pointing out that he blew his chance and he knows it. Marion picks up a microphone.
MARCUS MARION(panting after his warm up match): Grandpa, I’m going to kick your ass and take that belt…
Still breathing heavily, a smirk showing on his face.
MARCUS MARION: Then I’m going to drag that piece of trash belt to the back and demand my World Title shot from Gordon.
He throws down the microphone and heads to the back.
“Lead Into Demise” hits up in the speakers as the crowd cover this man with a ton of boos.
JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to us from Washington, D.C. he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred twenty-five pounds… one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… JOHNNY MAVERICK!
Johnny steps through the ropes, not caring about the booing just that he gets to beat somebody up.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent!…
“We Ain’t Gonna Take it”
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my Gawd its Warren!
From the back to a huge reaction, waves the Circle K resident himself Warren!
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent standing at five feet nine inches he weighs one hundred eighty-seven pounds… he comes to us all the way from Durham’s Circle K… WARREN!
The crowd jump to their feet, Johnny looks like he doesn’t care who it is he just wants to fight.
Warren steps to Jenny, gives her a kiss before stepping in the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Does this kid think he has a chance?
ROB MARTINEZ: Probably not, but he’ll give Johnny a match for sure.
DING DING
Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, as Warren slaps his own chest pumping the crowd up.
COREY TAYLOR: This kid is for real?
Warren goes down hard thanks to the Maverick stiff clothesline, but Warren is back up. Maverick sends him back down with a shoulder tackle and seems to only be playing with Warren in the early going. Johnny lifts Maverick up to his shoulders, spinning neckbreaker.
Countered into a neckbreaker of his own and Maverick is down.
Warren jumps up to his feet, pointing to his chest and yelling his lungs out. Maverick turns around.
Kick right to the face and Warren is down, he goes down hard. Maverick picks the Circle K resident up and is tired of playing here. He whips Warren into the ropes. Vicious spear doubles Warren at the waist. Johnny lifts the hapless Warren up to his feet.
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Warren was expecting to be dominated like this so early on.
COREY TAYLOR: Johnny with the Drain Bramage and is that brains leaking out of Warren’s ears?
No it isn’t but neither is Warren moving, except for the fact that Johnny is pulling him back up to his feet.
COREY TAYLOR: Johnny is going to try and hit every one of his five favorite moves listed on the Rebel Pro site.
ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t cool, Warren just means well.
COREY TAYLOR: I bet his face doesn’t feel well. In fact I bet he is thinking Oh F**k my face!
Warren is down and again isn’t moving, but Johnny seems to be having way too much fun. He goes for a pin, but the booing crowd grows louder so Johnny lifts Warren up to his feet and slaps the taste right out of his mouth. Johnny into the ropes, springboard knee strike right to Warren’s face.
ROB MARTINEZ: Come on Johnny, you know this isn’t right.
COREY TAYLOR: Since my partner won’t tell you, that move is called the Tony Jaa.
Maverick walks over to the turnbuckle, and quickly removes every single padding to expose all three bolts there. Johnny methodically walks back over to Warren and picks him up.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
COREY TAYLOR: Since he probably won’t tell you again, that is “Oops I broke him.”
Johnny bounces off the ropes and goes for a one-handed bulldog, but locks his legs around Warren’s arm in midair. Warren’s face slams into the canvas Johnny quickly locks his arms around Warren’s head, locking them in an arm-trap crossface.
Jimmy Johnson is right there checking on Warren.
COREY TAYLOR: Going to tell the fans that move Rob?
ROB MARTINEZ: …
COREY TAYLOR: Well, since Rob will not, that move is Johnny’s finisher “Failure To Launch.” and I believe it has Warren tapping like a little bitch.
Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell and this match is over.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Johnny Maverick!
The fans boo loudly as Johnny rears back with one final effort.
*SNAP!*
Warren screams out in pain and Jimmy heads to change the decision, but Johnny smirkingly releases the hold before he can do so. Johnny gets up as some Army medics come down to help Warren to the back. Johnny dusts his hands off as he leaves the ring.
-MEGAVISION-
We are in the tented back stage. Nite Thyme, Christopher Samsonite and Justin Thyme, are found talking strategy about the big triple threat.
SAMSONITE: So, what I think we should do, right off the bat, is try to get right in their heads. You know, cause some dissention.
THYME: Yeah, and then we should pick them off one by one. Man, this is gonna be easy!
SAMSONITE: True dat.
Suddenly, each of the partners get hit HARD with steel chairs, right over their heads! The camera pans down to see each partner dragged, slowly, into a small space behind some equipment. Back to ringside…
COREY TAYLOR: What the… what happened to Nite Thyme?
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, but it sure doesn’t look good… Jenny Jersey in the ring to announce the next match!
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen of the American Armed Forces! Are you ready for more REBEL Pro ACTION?
The entire camp erupts!
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the TRIPLE THREAT, TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first…
A REBEL official rolls into the ring, and is speaking to Jenny Jersey.
COREY TAYLOR: What’s this, now?
ROB MARTINEZ: A REBEL official just rolled into the ring… Do you think this has anything to do with the mysterious attack of Nite Thyme just a moment ago?
JENNY JERSEY: I have just been informed that, due to injuries, Nite Thyme will be unable to compete in tonight’s match! So, the TRIPLE THREAT is now only a REBEL Pro Rules Tag Team match.
“We Are One” by 12 Stones hits the speakers, and out walk the Back Yard Breed, accompanied by their newest member and former manager, Kyle Tweed.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! Weighing in at a total combined weight of FOUR hundred, THIRTY EIGHT pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Kyle Tweed! “The Animal” Jordi Davies, and Bill Maverick, the BACK! YARD! BREED!
Back Yard Breed hi-five several soldiers along the aisle as they make their way to the ring. 12 Stones gives way to Metallica. “Creeping Death” instrumental takes the PA as the Thorton brothers emerge from the back.
JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! Weighing in at a total combined weight of FIVE hundred EIGHTY POUNDS! Jimmy and Kevin Thorton! DEVIL’S! NATION!
Devil’s Nation walk to the ring slowly, taunting their opponents, licking their lips with satanic fire in their eyes.
COREY TAYLOR: Who… the hell… are they?
ROB MARTINEZ: Those two are Jimmy and Kevin Thorton… Devil’s Nation.
COREY TAYLOR: Those two are TOO tall!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think I found something we agree on…
All four competitors in the ring, referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell! Back Yard Breed are on the attack with a flurry of quick martial arts moves on the much larger Devil’s Nation. Davies gets the upper hand on the shorter Thorton at 6’7″, which is weird to say and because he’s SHORTER and he’s SIX FOOT SEVEN. Davies with a spinning wheel kick takes both competitors out of the ring. Jimmy Thorton sends a big boot into Maverick’s gullet sending him down to the mat HARD. The cocky Thorton drops a leg across Maverick’s throat and goes for an early cover, performing the Undertaker’s trademark death pin.
One…
Kick out at two by Maverick! With a sneer, Jimmy picks up Maverick and irish whips him to the turnbuckle where he hits HARD. Maverick stumbles forward into a Jimmy Thorton DDT! A second cover gets to two before Maverick kicks out. On the outside, Jordi Davies has Kevin on his knees PUNT to the face flips him over on his back! Davies keeps up on the assault, standing over the massive Thorton and delivering a dropkick to the face. Davies goes to pick up Kevin for a SAMBO SUPLEX, NO Kevin counters and sends Davies into the ring steps with a BEALE TOSS! Davies is compressed like an accordion! The competitors in the ring heard the commotion, and while Jimmy is distracted, Maverick rolls to the outside to help his partner. Jimmy Thorton smiles as he runs to the ropes SUICIDE PLACHA takes out Maverick and Kevin Thorton! Davies is trying to find his feet, Kyle Tweed helping him up. Jimmy stands up slowly, his tongue out all satanic like, celebrating his big move to Kevin, who doesn’t seem to care that he was just taken out. He just sticks his tongue out right back!
COREY TAYLOR: Those two are just… wrong.
ROB MARTINEZ: Back Yard Breed back to their feet!
Davies and Maverick each take a Thorton brother and SPEAR their daylights out as they turn around! Jimmy, being so damn tall, smokes his head on the guard rail on his way down and he’s hurt. Maverick, the one who hit Jimmy, is now on top of him delivering several stiff shots to the head. Davies has lifted Kevin to his feet and rolls him into the ring. DAVIES off the top rope FLYING ELBOW DROP! CONNECTS! The cover…
ONE!
TWO!
No three count for Davies, as the satanic Kevin Thorton kicked out with authority. Maverick has gotten off of Jimmy Thorton as he is now looking under the ring for a weapon. In the ring, Davies is locking in his BEAST CLUTCH finishing submission on the downed Kevin! Bill Maverick yelps in pain…
And he disappears under the ring!
COREY TAYLOR: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like it might be the same thing that happened to Nite Thyme…
Jordi Davies runs to the outside, hearing his partner scream. He looks under the ring, but he can’t find him! HERE COMES JIMMY THORTON! Jimmy takes Davies’ head and SLAMS it into the apron before rolling the groggy Davies back into the ring. Bill Maverick appears from under the ring, but he’s worse for wear… he looks like he’s split open! Wearing the crimson mask, Maverick rolls into the ring to see his partner fading quickly to Jimmy Thorton’s FIRE SLEEPER! MAVERICK WITH A SLOPPY SAVE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Bill Maverick saves, but what the hell HAPPENED to him?
COREY TAYLOR: LOOK OUT! WHAT IS THAT?!
Two small men have crawled out from under the ring… Two midgets wearing demon costumes.
COREY TAYLOR: Who the hell are they?! GET THEM OUT OF HERE!
Kevin has rolled to the outside, but Jimmy is in trouble in the ring! Maverick and Davies have him up for BORN AND BRED! The midgets have crawled into the ring from either side! One crouches on all fours behind Jordi, and the other PUSHES HIM! DAVIES FALLS WITH JIMMY ON TOP OF HIM! SHOULDERS DOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners! DEVIL’S NATION!
But it’s not over yet, as the midgets are beating up on Jimmy and Jordi while they’re still down! Maverick goes to help his partner, but gets SACKED for his trouble! Kevin Thorton rolls into the ring, but he gets kicked in the shins to distract him! The two midgets roll out of the ring quickly, and hide beneath the ring as in the ring, all four competitors are confused, and Back Yard Breed is FURIOUS.
We get a shot of Jenny Jersey inside the REBEL PRO squared circle, as the American Armed Forces surround the ring. The ropes to the ring are red, white and blue. With the Testosterone surrounding the ring at this Service Camp in the heart of the Middle East, Jenny Jersey recieves more then just a few claps. The soldiers yell and scream with delight as Jenny gets ready to introduce the next match.
This undisclosed Middle Eastern area maze well be the center stage of the world. To the American Armed Forces, this show is just what the doctor ordered. Having now got a chance to leave the battle field behind and replace it with the greatest indoor tented show on earth. At this moment in time, REBEL PRO is the place to be!
Jenny Jersey introduces the next match, center ring.
JENNY JERSEY: AND NOW….This match is set for one fall!! Making his way to the ring, he stands at five foot eleven inches tall…weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds….from Las Vegas, Nevada…….CHRIS CASINO!!!
” Smooth ” by Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas hits up
Cheers ignite the tented air as Chris Casino makes his way to the ring
ROB MARTINEZ: ” The Future ” comes out waving an American Flag, the soldiers are loving this guy. And so am I!!
COREY TAYLOR: Why cant Casino go back to his old ways? I loved the bad Chris Casino…. no I hated the bad Chris Casino in a good way…. no in a bad way….why cant he just go back to being the old bad good man, no the good bad old man!!……. I JUST WANT THE OLD CHRIS CASINO BACK, MAN!!
ROB MARTINEZ: While you argue with yourself, maybe its because Casino has seen the light and wants to evenge himself from his sinful ways.
As he makes his way through the ropes and into the ring, the cheers run wild for Chris Casino as he poses with his American flag.
JENNY JERSEY: AND NOW!! Making his way to the ring, standing in at six foot eleven inches tall!! Weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds…..from Wickliffe, Kentucky…..MATTHEW KURTIS!!!
” The Monster’s loose ” by Meatloaf hits up
A huge cheering reaction from the fans as Matthew Kurtis comes out from within a big tented backstage.
ROB MARTINEZ: And here comes ” The Bluegrass Badass “!! He makes his way to the ring with great pride. He is a man of his word!! If you dont love this guy, you are absurd!!!
COREY TAYLOR: Well then call me insane!! I hate this over grown redneck!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop!!
” The bluegrass Badass ” Matthew Kurtis makes his way to the ring to a cheering reaction from the soldiers. He enters the ring stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Jimmy Johnson looks at both men before signaling for the bell.
DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: HERE WE GO!!
COREY TAYLOR: Dont remind me
The two wrestlers eye each other up in the center of the ring. Kurtis is looking down upon Casino with a smirk. The two are toe to toe. Chris looks up without any fear with a confident look. A whole foot stands between the pair. As they both stare and glare, no man is about to back down as the world looks on. Kurtis suddenly holds up his hand, meaning only one thing. Casino looks to the crowd as they cheer in favor of the option. Then Casino slowly raises his hand and locks hands with the big man. Then each man raises the other hand and locks it in.
ROB MARTINEZ: Its a classic strong man competition!! Can Casino over come the odds?
COREY TAYLOR: He is, sorry HE WAS a great gambling man!! He WAS a master at over coming the odds at Poker. His hands are wild now.
ROB MARTINEZ: We shall see…
The two men then begin to lean on each other looking for the right leverage. With each man looking to over come this test of strength. Suddenly its Matthew with the upper hand as he gets casino to fall on his knees as he sinks in the hold, Chris starts to yell in pain as Matthew then gets him up without releasing the hold and picks Casino up off his feet still holding each hand and throws him across the ring! Matthew smiles at the crowd but fails to go after his prey. Thats when Casino shakes off the move and stands back up. They then go into a grapple as Casino gets Kurtis onto the ropes and goes for an Irish Whip but Kurtis reverses it and Chris is thrown into the ropes as he comes back its Kurtis with a spinning side slam hard to the mat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Its Matthew Kurtis with the big upper hand starting off the match here
COREY TAYLOR: Well if Chris just went back to his old bad ways, he would be on top of the big man right about now
Kurtis gets Casino up and throws him to the ropes for another Irish Whip, coming back its Kurtis with a big Bear hug, slowing down the match, the crowd wont like this. But Kurtis has the hold locked in while Casino yells in pain. The ref looks on the situation ready to make the call if needed, Chris isnt giving up just yet. He rakes the eye to Kurtis, causing him to brake the hold, the ref never saw a thing. Its now Casino with a sudden double underhook backbreaker on the big man. The crowd likes the action as the soldiers yell with approval. Just then Casino has an idea. He takes Matthew and throws him into the ropes, then for good measure he clotheslines Kurtis over the top ropes as Matthew’s feet hit the outside floor as he lands on his feet. Kurtis is staggered and trying to get his wits back. Casino slides to the outside and takes Kurtis head first into the rail that seperates the crowd from the wrestlers. The camera catches this great action with Kurtis now out on his feet, Casino takes Kurtis and slams his back into the post of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: The big man has seen better days, both men on the outside.
COREY TAYLOR: Did I just see a Soldier hit Matthew? Look he’s bleeding!
Infact Matthew Kurtis is busted open with a gash to the hairline, most likely made when his head bounced of the devider, Casino throws the big man into the ring, blood in Kurtis’s eyes and hair. With that Chris goes to the top rope and flys off hitting Kurtis with a flying elbow drop sending Matthew down to the mat hard. Now its Casino on top of the situation witha huge frog splash! Kurtis is hurt bad! Then a cocky Chris Casino gets Kurtis up for his Brainbuster suplex!!! BLOCKED!! And its the big man with a desperate gorilla press slam as Casino slams hard to the mat!!
ROB MARTINEZ: NOW THE TIDES ARE TURNED!! GREAT ACTION!!
COREY TAYLOR: You know, I’d just like to see the old Chris Casino back.
As the blood messes with Kurtis’s vision, he instinctively gets Casino into an Irish whip as coming back its Kurtis with a HUGE BLUEGRASS MAFIA KICK, OUT OF NO WHERE!!! CASINO DOWN!! Kurtis picks up a limp Chris Casino and throws him to the ropes for yet another irish whip and as he comes back, its Kurtis with a HUGE KENTUCKY CLOTHESLINE!! WAIT…NO CASINO DUCKS THE MOVE!!! Coming back with BIG STANDING DROP KICK!! THE BIG MAN IS STAGGERING!! Casino takes Kurtis up and hits his Brainbuster suplex on this oversized big man, Casino doesnt take time he quickly gets Kurtis up for his SUPERKICK!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Will Casino hit his Superkick??
COREY TAYLOR: Not if he doesnt go back to the way he used to be…
Casino ready for the SUPERKICK…..DUCKED!!! Kurtis comes back with his KENTUCKY CLOTHESLINE!! CASINO DOWN!! Matthew gets Chris up for his endmove…..BLUEGRASS BOMB HITS!! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!! THE SOLDIERS CHEER!!! Kurtis with the cover, grabing the leg.
One…
Two…
Three.
DING DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: KURTIS IS THE WINNER!!!
COREY TAYLOR: Could have seen that one coming….
” The Monster’s Loose ” by Meatloaf hits up
JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER……” THE BLUEGRASS BADASS ” MATTHEW KURTIS!!!!
With Kurtis posing for the fans, Casino gets his bearings and slowly makes it to his feet. Matthew’s music stops. Matthew Kurtis turns around to see Chris Casino. He walks up to Chris as Casino holds his head. In the center of the ring what happens next shocks everyone. As the two men look at one another, both beaten to bits. Kurtis then extends his hand in respect! Casino pauses for a moment in thought, he then looks to the crowd for some advice. You can hear the cheers from the American Armed Forces.
ROB MARTINEZ: DO IT CASINO!!
COREY TAYLOR: DONT YOU DARE DO IT, DONT DO IT!!! Kick him right in the balls!
And with a final look to the extended hand of Kurtis, Casino waits….thinks….and FINALLY he shakes the hand of Matthew Kurtis as they both embrace to the delight of the crowd!!
JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall…..
‘Anthem’ by Good Charlotte hits the speakers and the men and women of the armed services start up with the hate!
JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 215 pounds….’The Bluegrass Heart Throb’ J-Kurt!!!
J-Kurt swaggers out from the back full of himself. He snubs the fans as he casually makes his way to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..
“IT AIN’T COCKY MOTHER F**KER IF YOU CAN BACK IT UP!!!!”
As soon as the redneck messiah Kid Rock hits, the place EXPLODES!
JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!
Kurtis rushes out from the back. No smiles. No glad handing. This is serious business. Family business. He slides into the ring and J-Kurt quickly steps behind the referee.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a crime this match is about to happen! Two brothers at war?
COREY TAYLOR: What’s a crime is that it took J-Kurt so long to see what a glory hog his brother is!
Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and the raucous crowd unleashes a hearty ‘HOO-AH!’ chant! Chad Kurtis slowly walks towards his brother, arms outstretched and a look of pain in his eyes. He seems to be trying to talk some sense into J-Kurt as he inches closer. J-Kurtis shakes his head, appears to whip away a tear and goes to hug his brother. Quick right hand by J-Kurt and Chad ducks under! A left also swings over the head of Chad who dodges another strike! Double leg take down by Chad and both men roll across the canvas throwing punches and trying to gouge eyes! The brothers roll to the outside and Chad blocks a right hand. Chop across the chest of J-Kurt! Another sting chop and the crowd ‘wooooooos’ in respect! A third chop across the already reddening chest of J-Kurt puts him on the defensive as he backs quickly away from an irate Chad. Thumb to the eye from J-Kurt stops Chad in his tracks! Now it’s J-Kurt who unleashes a chop of his own! Another chop! A third! Chad shoves away his brother and cracks his across the chest with an open handed palm strike that echoes through the crowd!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is out to teach his younger brother some respect!
COREY TAYLOR: Gloooooooooooory Hound!
Another rake to the face from J-Kurt and Chad is dazed! J-Kurt steps over to the crowd, asks for and receives a chair and charges his brother. Backdrop onto the hard tarmac! Chad stands over his brother and wrestles the chair out of his hand. J-Kurt scoots backwards pleading for mercy as Chad screams at him and points to the chair. Chad looks at the chair and tosses it away in disgust and to some boos from the enlisted men and women. Chad grabs J-Kurt by the hair, yanks him to his feet and rolls him into the ring quickly sliding in behind him. The smaller and faster J-Kurt drops an elbow across the back of Chads head that stuns him. J-Kurt pulls his brother to his feet and whips Chad to the far corner. Chad reverses it and J-Kurt hits the turnbuckles hard! Chad charges in and takes a boot to the face that causes him to stagger back several steps. J-Kurt pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and takes flight nailing a brutal looking tornado DDT! A pin attempt only nets him a count of two as Chad kicks out!
ROB MARTINEZ: You won’t get the former World Champ that easy!
J-Kurt rolls to the outside to the ring apron. Chad is up and is immediately hit with a springboard seated senton! This time J-Kurt hooks a leg but again can only manage a two count. J-Kurt is up and hits the far ropes. Rolling Thunder! No! Chad gets his knees up and J-Kurt lands awkwardly across them! Chad is quickly up to his feet and goes for the
BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!
Only to have J-Kurt roll away at the last second! J-Kurt sets himself and Chad slowly pulls himself up to his feet. Superkick from J-Kurt! It’s caught by Chad who quickly reverses it into a STO! Now it’s Chad who rolls out to the ring apron. He pulls himself up and hits a picture perfect ‘Prime Time Splash’ (springboard 450) onto his brother! A cover and J-Kurt gets a shoulder up at two! Chad pulls J-Kurt up but gets caught with a jaw breaker! An enziguri drops Chad to all fours! J-Kurt staggers over to the ring ropes and steps outside as his brother slowly gets to his feet. Spingboard ace cutter from J-Kurt! Another cover and Chad kicks out at 2 & 3/4ths!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: These men know each others moves! Hell, they’re brothers! But Chad keeps kicking out of everything J-Kurt can throw at him!
COREY TAYLOR: Give it time!
J-Kurt drags Chad to his feet and shoots him towards into the corner. Bluegrass Breeze from Chad! Before he can make a cover J-Kurt rolls out of the ring to buy some time. Chad slides out of the ring and grabs his brother. An attempt to slam J-Kurts head into the guardrails is blocked as Chad takes an elbow into the gut! J-Kurt grabs the head of Chad and smacks it viciously against the guardrail! J-Kurt pulls his brother away from the railing, looks directly into the camera and drills his brother with a DDT onto the floor! J-Kurt sits next to his unmoving brother as the crowd let him know their dislike. J-Kurt crawls over to the ring skirt, flips it back and slides out a table! A huge ‘We Want Tables!’ chant erupts from the crowd and J-Kurt is happy to oblige. He props the table up against the guardrailing and pulls his brother off the floor. He places the out of it looking Chad against the table and then quickly slides back into the ring. J-Kurt does a quick Hulk Hogan cup to the ear motion that gets him even more heat and then he takes a running start at the ring ropes. J-Kurt leaps up and with amazing balance lands perfectly on the top rope for a brief second before diving at his prone brother! Chad dodges the incoming and J-Kurt crashes hard through the table to a loud ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit indeed! Did you see the way he hit? He could have broken his neck!
COREY TAYLOR: And it would be all Chad’s fault! Chad! Chad! Chad!
Chad rolls back into the ring just as Alan Stone goes to the outside to check on J-Kurt who is buried under debris from the table. The referee quickly throws up the dreaded ‘X’ with his arms and the crowd quickly quiets down. Chad rolls out of the ring and tries to check on his brother but the referee keeps him back as the REBEL medical staff gently pull away the smashed table off of J-Kurt! Chad is heard yelling, ‘Is he okay?’ and trying to do his best to get around a determined Alan Stone. Medics from the back rush out with a stretcher and Chad looks to be beside himself with worry. J-Kurt can be heard yelling, ‘I can’t move my legs! I can’t feel ‘em!’ Chad backs away as J-Kurt is being loaded onto the stretcher when two men suddenly attack him!
ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell? These guys don’t even work for us! They work for another company!
COREY TAYLOR: Well it looks like they got called up to the big leagues!
Caught totally off guard Chad is quickly brought down with a flurry of punches and kicks! The two men are “the Bounty Hunter’ Bryan Marshall & ‘Suicidal’ Steve Andrews! The duo roll Chad into the ring and follow him in! Chad is quick to his feet throwing punches but is again quickly brought down by the pair! The crowds boos quickly turn to a huge pop as Matthew Kurtis and Lyndsey Valentine rush the ring! Matthew slides into the ring, springs to his feet and starts throwing the heavy hands at the two men! The crowd is going crazy as Chad tackles Steve Andrews! Marshall is whipped into the ropes by Matthew Kurtis and takes a big boot to the face that drops him!
ROB MARTINEZ: After a tough battle against Chris casino earlier, Matthew might not be 100% here to help his brother!
COREY TAYLOR: How many damn people are in that family anyway?
A commotion at ringside causes the camera to pan over and we see J-Kurt seemingly healed jump to his feet and slide into the ring! Chop block to the knee of Matthew Kurtis from J-Kurt brings down the big man and Marshall is all over him! Chad sees what’s happening and tries to pull away from Andrews but finds his arms pinned behind him. Superkick from J-Kurt! Andrews lets Chad slump to the mat and then joins his partner on the brutal beatdown of Matthew Kurtis! To the disgust of everyone, J-Kurt drops down and covers his brother. Chad kicks out at 2!!! J-Kurt looks furious as he shoves the referee away. The brawl between Matthew Kurtis, Marshall and Andrews has spilled to the outside and the biggest Kurtis is doing his best to keep from being destroyed by this dangerous new pair of faces on the REBEL landscape! J-Kurt pulls Chad off the mat and positions him for what looks to be the CK Finale! Chad reverses it into a backdrop! J-Kurt is up and walks into an inverted atomic drop! A pair of stiff right hands rattle him! Now it’s Chad who positions J-Kurt for the CK Finale! J-Kurt also reverses the move with a backdrop but Chad hangs on, pulls J-Kurt over with him and gets to his feet with his younger brother still in position for the CK Finale!
ROB MARTINEZ: This is it! Chad is going to end this war of brothers!
Another commotion, this time at the entrance way causes all eyes to look over to see a large man with a cane making his way to ringside.
COREY TAYLOR: Hey that’s Big Daddy D!! Looks like J-Kurt has all kinds of surprises stored up for this match!
The distraction causes two events. One it allows Marshall and Andrews to get the upper hand on Matthew Kurtis and the other is that is distracts Chad long enough for J-Kurt to drop down to one knee and low blow his brother! J-Kurt hooks Chad and drives him into the mat with his Facial Re-Arranger! A cover!
One!!
Two!!
Thr-NOOO!!!
Chad kicks out!!
COREY TAYLOR: THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis keeps fighting!
Instantly Marshall and Andrews slide into the ring and a three on one beatdown ensues! The referee calls for the bell and tries to restore order but gets shoved away!
ROB MARTINEZ: I heard the bell ring! What’s going on?
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, referee Alan Stone has thrown this match out!
ROB MARTINEZ: There’s to much chaos even for REBEL!
A ton of wrestlers (including Matthew Kurtis) and security storm the ring and it’s quickly cleared! This new group, led by Big Daddy D are all smiles as they make their way up the aisle. J-Kurt in particular looks smug as he drapes his arms over the shoulders of Marshall and Andrews.
COREY TAYLOR: Looks like we have a new dynasty!
ROB MARTINEZ: This makes me sick!
COREY TAYLOR: Maybe it was the water?
Chad pushes his way through the wrestlers, his brother and security and watches with pure hate as the group leave. His look tells the story. This is far from over.
“My Michelle” comes to life in the speakers as from the back to a huge ovation of boos for his mainly technical match earlier in the night comes Marcus Marion escorted by the ever lovely Nicole Rhodes.
JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by his valet Nicole Rhodes, he weighs in at two hundred thirty-three pounds and stands six feet one inch; he is “THE REVOLUTIONARY”… MARCUS MARION!
Marcus has nothing but distaste for this crowd, making even his fellow Americans show hatred for this man as he steps up the steps. Marcus wipes his feet off before removing his luxurious robe and stepping through the ropes.
“House of the Rising Sun” hits up and the crowd love this man coming out now. Or is he? No one is entering the walkway.
ROB MARTINEZ: Where is Gary?
A head pokes through the curtain, the scared face looking around to notice the crowd, suddenly remembering he steps through the curtain with a confident strut, he must be here to wrestle. Inside the ring Marcus is mocking Gary and this doesn’t set well with The Elderly One.
JENNY JERSEY: Standing five feet nine inches, he comes to you from Duluth, Minnesota… GRANDPA GARY!”
Gary steps up onto the apron and into the ring. He heads straight for Marcus, who is taken off guard.
DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: This match is underway!
COREY TAYLOR: That cheating old bastard!
Gary pounds on Marcus with his old fists but Marion manages to crawl under the ropes to the outside to gain a breather and regroup. Marion turns to someone in the crowd to yell something back.
It doesn’t happen as Gary flies through the ropes with a dive into a bulldog and sending Marcus onto the floor with a bulldog. Gary tries to pick Marion up, but is having some difficulty with the chore until Marion gets up hisself. Marion with an elbow into Gary’s gut and this doesn’t bode well for The Elderly One. Gary doubles over clutching at his gut. Marion with a swinging neckbreaker onto the floor.
COREY TAYLOR: I wonder if Gary’s Colostomy Bag busted?
ROB MARTINEZ: That is not funny.
Marion spits on Gary as he stomps away at his elderly form before tossing him angrily into the ringpost. Gary’s head bounces off the steel and something awakens in him once again. Gary turns around, blood already dripping from his head as he charges at Marion. Marcus ducks under the clothesline, sending a kick into Gary’s kidneys as he passes by. Gary holds at his kidneys as Marion grabs the back of his head pounding away at his neck with the knuckle of his right hand. Gary is whimpering, but Marion is relentless.
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Marion is enjoying this.
COREY TAYLOR: His job couldn’t be easier.
Mrion shoves Gary under the bottom rope, he has given as much hardcore action as this crowd is going to receive. He pulls Gary’s head up, making sure that he looks to the crowd as he slaps him across the cheek in fury. Marion lifts Gary up, vertical suplex. Marion rolls Gary up, Northern Lights Suplex and he holds it for a loose pin.
One…
Two…
Gary kicks out, but just out of instinct, his head has left him again. Marion whips him into the corner, following in with a clothesline and a series of kicks to the ribs with the toe of his boot. Gary tries his best to cover up in the corner, but isn’t very successful at it.
ROB MARTINEZ: Come on this is enough! Respect your elders DAMN IT!
COREY TAYLOR: Marion has never had such an easy title win.
Marion lifts Gary up onto the top turnbuckle, superplex time? He lifts Gary into position for a belly to belly, but Gary bites the hell out of Marion’s cheek drawing blood. The former World Champion is stunned at the vulgarity of the ation and perhaps the germs he has just received from this Nursing Home Champion. Gary shoves Marcus down, blood trickling from his cheek. Marion is back up quickly.
Old School Elbow from the top sends Marion down, the point of the elbow hitting squarely between the eyes.
ROB MARTINEZ: Vicious elbow to the bridge of the nose.
COREY TAYLOR: This guy shouldn’t even be in the match.
Gary rolls up to his feet, stomping away old school style on Marion, picking a point before moving on to another point. Gary seems to really like the ribs as he keeps returning to them after a stomp of another body part. Gary pulls Marion up to his feet, somehow having found the strength to do so now. Whip into the corner, Marion slams hard, lifting up into the air, but not falling over the top rope. Gary rushes in, Marion’s legs land on either side of Gary’s neck. Gary spins around with Marion trying for a modified hurricanrana. Gary faceplants him right on the top turnbuckle and somehow keeps ahold of him. Gary spins around, faceplant onto the canvas and the crowd is going ape shit here. Gary looks out to the crowd, pumps his fist into the air…
COREY TAYLOR: The idiot has forgot what he is doing again.
Marion gets up to his knees, shoulder block to the knees takes Gary into the corner. Gary bounces out Marion off the ropes with a neck cracking bulldog from the middle rope has Gary writhing in pain. Marion is tenacious, for someone not wanting this belt, he is doing all that he can to get it. Marion lifts Gary up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good Gawd what a Death Valley Driver!
COREY TAYLOR: Maybe Gary is broken in half this time!
Marion with a nonchalant cover.
One…
Two…
ThrMarion pulls Gary up as he shakes his head.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is just wrong Corey, even you have to admit it.
COREY TAYLOR: I agree, why would a man like Gordon even hire this clown? I mean… he’s got old… balls.
Marion, with a sneer plastered to his face as the fans boo, lift Gary up onto his shoulders. Running powerslam onto the turnbuckle and Gary must be broken, he has got to be broken; he must be!
But Marion doesn’t care, he just doesn’t f*bleep*king care!
“DIE! MARION! DIE! DIE! MARION! DIE! DIE! MARION! DIE! DIE! MARION! DIE!”
The crowd is letting Marcus know what they think, Nicole is cheering her man on, and Marion lifts the crumpled form of Gary up; he’s been here before. Gary locked into a front facelock, Marion sneers even wider if that is possible, he lifts his hand to wipe away the sweat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Can he be any more smug?
COREY TAYLOR: Probably.
Fisherman Buster and Gary is twitching on the ground, but again Marion doesn’t care, he doesn’t give a damn the sick bastard!
“YOU! SUCK! YOU! SUCK! YOU! SUCK! YOU! SUCK! YOU! SUCK!”
Marion falls as though he passes out on top of Gary.
One…
Nicole makes a squeal as though she is worried.
Two…
Thr She should be! Gary just kicked his old ass out!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my GAWD! Gary just kicked out!
COREY TAYLOR: Calm down, just his death rattle.
Marion is stunned, he can’t believe it. The crowd is wild with adrenaline, they begin a chant.
“GRAND! PA! GRAND! PA! GRAND! PA! GRAND! PA! GRAND! PA!”
Gary seems to hear them as he feebly shakes his arms, trying to get back into the match, but Marion isn’t about to let him, he is going to stop this.
COREY TAYLOR: Marion is fixing to kill this old man before he receives his next Social Security Check!
Marion snatches Gary up to his feet by the hair, for spite he thumbs him in the eyes before raking his fingernails down Gary’s face. The crowd boos these antics, but Marion doesn’t give a damn about them. Marion lifts Gary up, slamming his knee into Gary’s gut, Grandpa is gasping for breath, he can’t help it. Marion with a slap to his face and a chop to the chest sends the old man down. Marion removes a turnbuckle, he is fixing to end this one right now, he’s played enough here and he is tired of this old man’s antics. Marion lifts Gary for a Diamond Cutter onto the exposed bolt.
ROB MARTINEZ: Gary shoves Marcus face first onto the exposed bolt!
COREY TAYLOR: Damn that old f*bleep*K!
Marion spins around, he is busted open and bleeding heavily. Gary is back to knowing what is going on. Marion stumbles forward.
Boot! To! The! Gut!
ROB MARTINEZ: Sixty Year Old Stunner!
Gary falls on top of Marion, Nicole screams; Jimmy Johnson counts as the crowd does the count along.
One…
Two…
Three!
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… the oldest man to ever hold this belt, the oldest man in Rebel Pro history to be a Champion… Grandpa Gary!
The crowd roars, Gary is handed his belt and he is extatic. He has a far away look on his face and seems to be mouthing “Bacon.”
ROB MARTINEZ: Gary has gotten the belt, he beat Marcus Marion!
COREY TAYLOR: I want this old fool tested for steroids! There has to be something extra in his metamucil!
Gary stumbles from side to side as he leaves the ringside area to a huge ovation, he keeps waving the belt high over his head. Gary exits the ring side area just to return a second later waving the belt once more, the crowd comes back to life, as though they even had a chance to die down. Gary waves and yells loud enough for the crowd to hear.
“I love damn bacon!”
COREY TAYLOR: Crazy old coot!
ROB MARTINEZ: He may be, but he is the new Aggression Champion.
COREY TAYLOR: Who is that?
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t… I can’t believe it.
Marion is just staring at the curtain, unable to believe that he was just bested by a sixty year old man. Marion is spun around from behind.
ROB MARTINEZ: I haven’t seen The Suffering in a very long time!
COREY TAYLOR: Who is this guy and why is he attacking Marcus Marion?!
Blood stands over Marion, looking down on him as Nicole slides in to check on her man. Blood just stares down at them both before cutting his finger across his throat.
Lights down, red tint and then lights back up. The soldiers look around but Blood is no longer around.
ROB MARTINEZ: Does this mean Blood has returned?
COREY TAYLOR: Who is this Blood and why in the hell did he attack Marcus Marion?!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Blood has marked his first enemy here in Rebel Pro if he has indeed returned.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen of the United States Armed Services, the following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is your Armed Assault Main Event of the evening. The match will be for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight World Title and will be contested under normal Rebel Rules…
“As Daylight Dies” its up in the speakers placed around the tent and from the back comes Jester, leading the caged Akuma to ringside.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is the challenger weighing in at at three hundred twenty-five pounds while standing at six feet seven inches; he hails from Parts Unknown he is led to the ring by Jester…. AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!
Jester shows the World Title to the crowd who give him massive boos, because they don’t like the idea of anyone stealing something that belongs to someone else. Jester is nonplussed as he unlocks the cage releasing Akuma into the ring.
“Victory” is now in the speakers as the crowd give Justin a bit more of a reaction, but he isn’t someone that they really approve of, but they know he will give it his all in this match.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at two hundred sixty-five pounds while standing at six feet five inches; he is accompanied to the ring by his manager Hugh Aredone… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME”… JUSTIN CASE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin looks determined as he steps into the ring here and ready to get his belt back, even though he did not lose it.
“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Rebel Pro Owner Larry Gordon, he walks down to ringside where he receives a microphone from Jenny Jersey.
LARRY GORDON: Gents, blame it on the show or the fact that I’m a bit jet lagged, blame it on whatever but…
He shrugs.
LARRY GORDON: I nearly forgot to mention that this match will have both managers handcuffed to the railing around ringside to prevent their intervention in the match. I will not be bullied into a cage match Jester and I do not want either of you managers getting involved, so handcuffed to the railing you will be!
Two Armed Services men step from the back, handcuffing both Jester to one side of the railing while the other handcuffs Hugh to the opposite side of the ring’s railing. They sit near their selected charges to watch the match as Larry Gordon walks to the announce table to watch this highly anticipated matchup.
COREY TAYLOR: You just couldn’t help it could you?
LARRY GORDON: One more derrogatory word about me from you Taylor and you can find another job.
COREY TAYLOR: Did I mention how much weight you seem to have lost?
ROB MARTINEZ: You are pathetic Corey.
DING DING
Stone calls for the bell as Akuma stands, allowing Justin to circle him in the center of the ring. Akuma swings at Justin, but the smaller Case is able to avoid the blow by ducking under and delivering a swift back kick to Akuma’s knee. Akuma stumbles forward a bit, but Justin is right on the larger man. Justin off the ropes, another kick to the right knee, before spinning around delivering a third kick to the leg but the large Akuma will not go down. Justin off the ropes flying cross body.
Caught!
ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma showing his amazing strength there.
COREY TAYLOR: He is a monster!
Akuma lifts him up, turning him for a tombstone piledriver, Justin flips the larger man over backwards reversing the piledriver. He can’t hold him though, dropping him more on his neck than his head. Justin heads into the ropes, jumping knee drop on canvas as Akuma sits up ala Undertaker. Justin holds at his right knee, but Akuma is up. Right hand.
DING!
Justin is rocked from the blow.
DING!
Justin goes down on his as, but rolls up to his knees. Akuma with a running big boot off the ropes.
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin somehow kicks that right knee of Akuma and the monster is down!
Justin begins to stomp away on the right knee, wearing the larger man’s base down, but Akuma isn’t weak enough for that yet as he gets back up to his feet. Justin leans down to grab the ankle.
CAUGHT!
By the throat and Akuma lifts in the double choke lift!
COREY TAYLOR: Malignant Afflication!
Justin fights, but Akuma slams him down heavily onto the canvas before turning his snarling attention to Alan Stone who is just calmly watching and keeping out of the way. Akuma lifts Justin back up, whip into the corner sends Case chest first into the padding. Justin flips up and over the corner and is stumbling along the apron. Akuma slams a meaty forearm into his face sending him crashing down to the floor below and Case looks to be out cold as he clutches his chest. Akuma stands center ring awaiting orders and Case is not out as he climbs shakily up to his feet.
ROB MARTINEZ: Case is still in this one, but for how long?
COREY TAYLOR:Who knows? That Akuma looks bigger, almost too big to be allowed.
Case is up, but he bends over clutching at his stomach as Akuma is running.
Huge man plancha over the top rope!
*CLANG!*
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case just hit the biggest homerun of his life!
Case drops the chair, holding at his vibrating arms and Akuma is not moving at all here, but Justin is unable to shake feeling back into his arms after the impact, but slowly he regains feeling. Justin stomps away on Akuma’s head, that no matter what has got to be hurting after that swing. Justin digs under the ring, he pulls out a wrench and the crowd is going wild for the hardcore fight that is fixing to take place now. Justin golfs the wrench right into Akuma’s knee sending the giant rolling over and clutching at his right knee; giant or not, it hurts when a wrench is slammed into your knee.
COREY TAYLOR: What is Jester yelling?
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know but Akuma is getting back up.
Justin swings, but Akuma catches the wrist, he slams his right fist into Justin’s midsection stealing every ounce of breath from Case’s body. Akuma shoves up to his feet, lifting Justin up, he launches him bodily back into the ring before he is directed to find a suitable weapon. Akuma pulls out a table and tosses it into the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to get bloody quick, fast, and in a hurry.
COREY TAYLOR: But these soldiers are absolutely loving it!
Akuma tosses a couple of chairs into the ring, and a case of beer bottles; where’d they come from?
ROB MARTINEZ: Where?
COREY TAYLOR: Its Rebel Pro don’t question it.
Akuma steps over the rope and back into the ring. He lifts Justin back up, whip into the ropes, big boot ducked by Case. Justin rebounds and is caught by Akuma. The challenger lifts Case up spinebuster onto the chairs; Justin rolls off holding at his back. Akuma seems to be smiling with joy as he lifts a chair up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Its like he has found new ways of torture.
COREY TAYLOR: This does not look good for Case retaining the Championship.
Akuma swings the chair, connecting solidly with Case’s back sending him into the corner. Akuma with a second swing sends him face first onto the top turnbuckle padding. Justin turns around and the chair is smashed right into his face; but no blood even though the skin is beet red from impact after impact. Justin stumbles forward out of the corner, barely keeping his feet, but somehow managing to do so. Akuma off the ropes, he runs past Justin bouncing off the other ropes.
ARROW OF FATE!
Justin falls right before Akuma gets there, the monster runs over him totally missing him. Akuma off the ropes and heads back for Justin bending down to lift him up to his feet.
COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a beer bottle smash to the face!
ROB MARTINEZ: Blood everywhere!
The soldiers are on their feet as Akuma is barely managing to keep his with the force of Justin’s swing. Akuma has glass shining in his face and blood dripping down from many wounds as Case is still struggling to get back up. Case lifts up a chair and a bottle, he hits the ropes with his body leaping into the air. Case tosses the bottle into Akuma’s face and swings again for the fences.
ROB MARTINEZ: DAMN!
COREY TAYLOR: He could have blinded him!
Akuma falls down, blood now pouring from his face and Case on the attack. Justin places the right knee of Akuma into the fold of the chair before placing a second chair on top for added pain. Justin isn’t happy with this as he sets up the lone table and takes the time to lift Akuma’s leg onto it, and he has it set. Justin takes the second chair and instead of placing it on the knee, climbs to the top turnbuckle with it in his grasp. Justin leaps, putting the chair under his feet.
*CRASH!*
ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma’s leg has to be broken now!
COREY TAYLOR: He is writhing in pain which is more than we’ve seen from him yet!
Justin locks both ankles and stepping over locks on a sharpshooter! Akuma grunts in disbelief and pain as he looks to Jester who is saying something but it can’t be heard over the rising grunts from Akuma The Malignant. Justin reaches out for the ropes and added leverage, which is legal in Rebel Pro and the Champion knows it. Akuma crawls for the ropes, but Justin doesn’t relent the pain he is causing. Akuma in the ropes, Justin releases right before he reaches them; not that he has too. Justin swinging the chair connects solidly with the right knee and it folds again, something may be towrn in there or it may not bee, but it is definitely not at one hundred percent.
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is on the warpath to win this match.
COREY TAYLOR: Both men are giving it their all, but Akuma has the height and weight advantage.
Justin swings, Akuma pounds his fist into the chair sending it back into Case’s face. Justin drops the chair as Akuma sends it back into his face again with a well placed kick. Akuma hits the canvas though the kick cost his right knee and Jester is ordering him to do something to destroy Justin.
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Jester may be a little worried here.
COREY TAYLOR: I don’t even think he thought Akuma could feel pain.
Akuma has something in his eyes that isn’t pleasure, but more like hurt and confusion; perhaps he didn’t think he could feel pain either. A black bag comes flying into the ring from Jester, Akuma seizes upon it dumping out a thousand thumbtacks onto the canvas. Akuma must like thumbtacks because his eyes gleem with hurtful intent as he lifts Justin up with a huge gorilla press slam onto the tacks. Justin slams into the tacks, over a hundred sticking into his flesh and he grunts from the pain caused by the hundred tiny pinpoints. Akuma lifts Justin back up, MALIGNANT AFFLICTION!
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s face is turning purple!
COREY TAYLOR: This match has to be over!
Alan is not signalling for anything as neither man has given up; he is definitely calling this match down the middle. Justin is hurt and bleeding profusiously as he tries to crawl away through the thumbtacks, but Akuma will not let him get very far. Akuma lifts him up to a kneeling position in front of him before slamming his fist down into Case’s upturned face and pounds him once, twice, three, and a fourth time. Case is gone, his eyes are closed and he falls towards Akuma.
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is unconscious, he has got to be.
COREY TAYLOR: There is blood everywhere, both men have lost a lot here, but Akuma’s size is just too much.
Jester yells for Akuma to deliver All’s End; Akuma obeys.
ROB MARTINEZ: Is this really necessary?
COREY TAYLOR: I agree, Justin has gone through enough and this is just humiliation that is unnecessary.
Akuma lifts him up, smiling as he walks towards the open case of empty beer bottles.
ROB MARTINEZ: Not on the bottles, this is just ridiculous.
COREY TAYLOR: Can’t you stop this Gordon?
Gordon only looks over to Corey as he shrugs his shoulders.
LARRY GORDON: I am not the referee, only they can stop this match.
COREY TAYLOR: The fans are loving it, but… well… but… damn I can’t think of anything!
ROB MARTINEZ: Not the first time that’s happened.
Akuma has him placed, and smiles broadly as he lifts and adjusts a bit more.
THE BENCHMARK!
Akuma’s face is driven through twenty empty glass beer bottles!
Justin rolls the big man over as another black bag comes in from the side of the ring, but this one tossed by Hugh Aredone. Justin smiles as he pulls out a tape player? He presses “Play”
JESTER’S RECORDED VOICE(from many snippits recorded from his promos): Akuma. Stay. Down!”
Akuma doesn’t protest as Justin rolls him over, draping an arm over his chest and looking daggers at Jester, while pointing to his own head as though he is the smartest person in the world.
One!
Two!
Three!
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Millennium Game” Justin Case!
Jester is furious that he was outsmarted in this match, Justin used a recorded voice of his to beat Akuma, a loop hole that Justin and his group flaunted perfectly.
ROB MARTINEZ: iIn the end, Jester and Akuma played Justin’s Game and Justin played his hand perfectly!
COREY TAYLOR: I never doubted his abilities, not once.
Larry Gordon steps into the ring as he hands Justin back his Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title and Case celebrates by holding the belt up high. The soldiers and all stand to give this match a standing ovation as Larry gets out to let Justin have his time to shine. The show fades away to the Rebel Pro logo.
