The American Anarchy 2010 theme song, Kreator World’s “Anarchy” plays over your television screen, as well as in the building as this show gets under way. On Megavision, as well as your television set, highlights are shown of Rebel Pro action that builds up to this supercard. Highlights of promos, highlights of matches, as well as the final portion of the intro video, a bomb exploding into fragments that spell out “American Anarchy 2010- Be prepared to be awed”
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is a Mr. Moneybags Match and is scheduled for one fall.
The PA system starts blaring “Go Hard” as “Mr. Young Money” Makes is way to the ring with a big POP from the crowd.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first; from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… “YOUNG MONEY” JER$EY!
The music changes to “Flashing Lights” by Kanye West as “The Richest SOB” Eric Thompson emerges from back stage to a LOUD chorus of… Nothing, not a peep as the fans in attendance don’t even acknowledge his existence.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent; hailing from Portland, Oregon, “The Richest SOB” Eric Thompson.
Rob Martinez: The crowd here is showing exactly what they think of young Eric Thompson.
Corey Taylor: What? I can’t hear you over all this noise.
Rob Martinez: You’re an idiot.
Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding.
Eric Thompson rushes Jer$ey with a quick lariat, Jer$ey bounces back to his feet quickly. Thompson runs in again but Jer$ey side steps out of the way and connects with an elbow to Thompson’s jaw. Jer$ey presses on with a series of stiff forearms to Eric’s face and chest. Jer$ey sets Eric up and lands a solid vertical suplex. Thompson seems dazed as Jer$ey grabs one of the money bags surrounding the ring. He reaches in and pulls out a… toy wheelbarrow??? Even Jer$ey seems a bit taken back by what he pulled out of the bag; but he just shrugs his shoulders and turns back to Eric Thompson.
THWACK!
Thompson nails Jer$ey with a large pewter shoe!?!
Rob Martinez: What?
Corey Taylor: Ok, just who was in charge of filling these bags?
Eric drops the shoe and goes for another bag. He reaches in and pulls out… A life sized wooden Scottish terrier? Eric just shakes his head as he turns towards Jer$ey; who is just getting back up from the surprise hit from that shoe.
Corey Taylor: Who ever filled these bags should be fired immediately!
Eric brings the terrier down across the back of Jer$ey.
THWACK!
Again.
THWACK!
A third time.
THWACK!
Thompson tosses aside the wooden dog and pulls Jer$ey up to a vertical base. Eric Whips him into the corner and follows right behind him with a lariat. NO! Jer$ey ducks out of the way and Thompson hits the turnbuckle hard. Jer$ey with a quick school boy roll up; Johnson makes the count.
One…
T… No, kick out by Eric Thompson!
Jer$ey and Thompson both back to their feet; Thompson fires off a big right hand. Jer$ey answers with a right of his own; Eric with another; Jer$ey connects again. Back and forth these two men connecting with right fist after right fist. Jer$ey ducks a haymaker from Thompson and connects with a big kick to the mid-section. DDT from Jer$ey! Jer$ey starts laying boots down across the neck and shoulders of the “Richest SOB on the Planet” before heading to the top rope…
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! What a moonsault by Jer$ey! He makes the cover.
COREY TAYLOR: Seen better.
One…
Two…
Thr… NO! Thompson gets his shoulder up!
Rob Martinez: A close call there, Thompson is going to have to step up his game here or he doesn’t have much hope of beating Jer$ey.
Jer$ey heads for another bag; he sticks his hand in and pulls out A Top Hat?!?
Rob Martinez: Hold on a second; a wheelbarrow, a top hat, a dog, and a shoe? I think I figured out a theme here.
Corey Taylor: Well what is it?
Rob Martinez: I’m not saying a thing. You figure it out.
Jer$ey just laughs as he walks up to Thompson; Jer$ey puts the hat over Eric’s face before stomping down hard, flattening the hat; not to mention Thompson’s face. Mr. Young Money is in complete control of this match. He lifts Eric Thompson into a fireman’s carry and props himself on the second rope. It’s the Million $ Shot! Another pin. Jimmy Johnson down to make the count.
One…
Two…
Three… No!
Another kick out just in time by Eric Thompson. Jer$ey is looking a little frustrated at not being able to put Thompson away. Jer$ey grabs a bag and pulls out…
Rob Martinez: It’s either going to be a car or a thimble.
It’s a radio controlled car!
Corey Taylor: How did you know? Tell me damn it!
Jer$ey’s waiting for Thompson to get to his feet; Thompson is slowly raising up; Jer$ey charges, aiming the car at Thompson’s head! Ducked! Thompson goes for the Cash Out! Jer$ey pushes out of it. NO LOOK BACK! The cover!
One…
Two…
Three…
Rob Martinez: And that’s it! Jer$ey picks up a much needed win against Eric Thompson!
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Jenney Jersey: And here is your winner, “Mr. Young Money” Jer$ey!
The lights go out in the arena as sounds of gun fire erupt from the speakers. It is “Above The Law” by Pastor Troy. Two solid sounding thunks are heard in the darkness and the lights return immediately to show the back of a man retreating through the curtain. In the ring, both Jer$ey and Eric Thompson are unconscious, a rifle scope laying between them.
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We return from commercial break to see both Vincent Black and Johnny Maverick already in the ring in opposite corners. Jenny Jersey, in the center of the ring, has a microphone against her lips.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, to my right, from Glens Falls, New York, Vincent Black! (Boo) And, standing to my left, hailing from Washington, DC, “The Filth and the Fury”, Johnny Maverick! (bigger boo) Since Jacob Venar has not informed commissioner Larry Gordon of his chosen stipulation, this match will be–
“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM?”
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Jacob Venar’s music! What’s the Aggression Champion doing here?
COREY TAYLOR: I hate that freaking guy, man. Hopefully he’s come to admit that he’s a loser and hand over the belt to one of the more deserving men in the ring right now!
ROB MARTINEZ: You’re such a dick.
Jacob Venar emerges from the curtain to a huge pop from the crowd. The Aggression title belt is over his shoulder. He has a microphone in hand. He stops at the apron and holds the mic to his lips.
VENAR: Hold on right there, Miss Jersey. Now, I know you guys have been waiting to find out what tune these two “fine” gentlemen will be dancing to today. That’s why I’m here. Now, after careful consideration, I think I have finally decided the stipulation for your match tonight.
Venar climbs the steps and steps into the ring, a wide smirk on his face.
VENAR: Nice to see you Vince. You been working out?
Vincent Black’s lips form the words “(BLEEP) you”. Venar only smirks.
ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t say that on TV! Can he?
COREY TAYLOR: What is this, the Family Channel?
VENAR: Okay, I won’t make you wait any more. The stipulation for this match is…
Venar removes his REBEL tee shirt to reveal… stripes? The crowd goes wild as both competitors are bewildered.
VENAR: Tonight, I will be your special referee. Now, Maverick, you remember that conversation we had about honor being useless, don’t you? Here’s your retribution. And Vince, I just plain don’t like you. So I have decided that tonight… you will wrestle under PURE HONOR RULES!
The fans are mostly confused, except for the few NAPW fans who cheer LOUD, and so are the competitors, but Venar just smirks.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a development! Jacob Venar, REBEL Pro Aggression Champion, has decided to be the special referee of this match, but not only that, these men will be forced to wrestle outside their comfort zone in Pure Honor rules!
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell does that mean?
ROB MARTINEZ: It was used in NAPW a year or so back. I’m not fully aware of all the rules. Here comes Jenny Jersey!
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be under Pure Honor rules!
Jenny reads a piece of paper given to her by Venar. Venar just smirks as the other two men fume.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner will be decided by pinfall, submission, count-out, or disqualification. There is a strict twenty-second count outside the ring. Each wrestler has three rope breaks to use to break a pin fall or submission, which can be removed at the referee’s discretion. When all three rope breaks have been used, the ropes will be in play. Closed fists are illegal, and the use thereof will result in loss of rope breaks after the first warning.
COREY TAYLOR: This isn’t NAPW, it’s REBEL! No count outs, no disqualification, no bull shit! This is retarded!
ROB MARTINEZ: No, you know what it is? It’s genius. Venar is forcing the two men to fight outside of their comfort zone, and, dare I say it? Fight fair.
COREY TAYLOR: I want my money back.
ROB MARTINEZ: What? You’re getting paid to be here.
COREY TAYLOR: Shut up, Martinez. Just shut up.
Venar smirks wide until he sees each man staring at him with murder in their eyes. Venar reminds them that while he is a zebra he will not be touched, or it will cost the aggressor the match. Venar hands the timekeeper his belt, and then the impromptu referee calls for the bell!
Neither men move for a moment, they just stare, angrily at Venar, who just smiles, triumphant. The two men decide there’s no use fighting it, and they finally lock up in the middle of the ring with an elbow-collar tie-up– No, Johnny Maverick slides between Black’s legs and throws a flurry of chops to Black’s back. Black turns and fights back with an elbow to the head. Referee Venar raises an eyebrow, but does not interfere. Black grabs Maverick by the throat and tosses him into the corner, where Black starts punching mud holes into him! Venar starts his five count almost immediately. At four and a half, Black releases Maverick and just glares at Venar, who explains to him that he can not use the corner and he can not punch with a closed fist.
“I will disqualify you, Black.”
Black just sneers and turns his attention back to Maverick, who is shaking the cobwebs out of his head on the mat.
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell did he do wrong?
ROB MARTINEZ: This is Pure Honor rules, Taylor. What Black did is considered illegal.
COREY TAYLOR: Ill eagle? Isn’t that just a sick bird?
ROB MARTINEZ: You did not just make that joke.
Black bends to grab Maverick by the back of the head and lift. Maverick retaliates with a STIFF European upper cut that sends Black reeling. A few chops from Maverick, followed by several leg kicks that weaken the big man. Maverick irish whips Black to the corner and throws a shoulder block that staggers him. Maverick goes to the ropes and comes back with a LARIAT that finally puts the big man down. Maverick mounts Black and starts punching him, but referee Venar quickly pulls Maverick off, THROWS him into the nearest corner, and reminds him not to punch with a closed fist. Now both men have used their only warning!
COREY TAYLOR: This is REBEL! Not freaking ROH.
ROB MARTINEZ: The fans tonight are… stale. This may have been a good idea to Venar, but Larry Gordon is probably shitting a chicken right now.
Maverick GLARES at Venar, who only smirks, pulling the shirt.
“Stripes, bitch.”
The action continues, as Vincent Black is back to his feet. Black goes for a clothesline, but Maverick ducks him, rebounding off the ropes SCHOOLBOY! Referee Venar counts quickly.
ONE.
“Rope break.”
Venar points to Black’s leg which has touched the bottom rope. Maverick looks at Venar like “What?” However, Maverick is forced to back off of Vincent as he gets to his feet. Vincent Black has used his first rope break. Black is still on the defensive as Maverick has the momentum, locking in a side headlock as Black tries to regain his footing. Black tries to fight out of it, sending elbows to the mid section and chops to the ribs, but Maverick is not letting go. Black SHOVES Maverick away from him, coming back on the rebound with a SCOOP SLAM right to the cover.
ONE.
TWO.
Maverick gets the shoulder up!
COREY TAYLOR: What is up with the slow counts? Has Venar ever refereed before?
ROB MARTINEZ: Actually, that was a quicker cover than we’ve seen our regular referees do.
COREY TAYLOR: Look, I just don’t like Venar.
ROB MARTINEZ: Fair enough.
Black breathes deep in frustration and then grabs Maverick and shoves Maverick’s head under his arm. Snap Suplex! Rolls the hips! A second! Rolls the hips! The next one STALLS! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN seconds, and then DROPS! This time, Black releases Maverick and goes for a cover on an obviously dizzy and light-headed Maverick!
ONE.
TWO.
Maverick has the presence of mind to get a foot on the rope! Johnny Maverick has used his first rope break. Frustrated, Vincent Black DRAGS Maverick by his hair to the center of the ring where he goes for a second cover which gets a count of one. Maverick had time to let the blood leave his head. Black pounds the mat in frustration as he YANKS Maverick to his feet, irish whip to the ropes, ELBOW TO THE FACE! Referee Venar is immediately in Black’s face, telling him “NO elbows. That costs you a rope break.” Vincent Black has used his second rope break. Angry, Black grabs Maverick and CHOKES him with both hands.
“THIS LEGAL, VENAR, YOU (BLEEP)ING ASS HOLE?”
Venar counts, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, and Black releases the hold.
“That’s your last rope break, bitch!”
Black is on his feet and he gets right in Venar’s face.
“I dare to to do something. Anything. I will not hesitate to disqualify your gargantuan ass.”
Vincent Black sneers and turns to Maverick. Who has rolled outside to catch his breath. Venar begins his twenty count as Black chases after him. Maverick is against the apron as Black pulls him WHAM! Lead pipe to Black’s HEAD sends the big man DOWN against the steps!
“That’s a rope break, Maverick!” Venar calls after he reaches the count of SEVEN. Johnny Maverick has used his second rope break.
Maverick shrugs as he grabs Black and SLAMS him against the ring steps. Venar just shrugs as he gets to ELEVEN. Maverick rolls into the ring to stop the count, and then rolls right back out. Maverick is on the offensive now, sending forearm smash after smash to Black’s head as the big man is trying to get up. Maverick turns Black, who’s forehead has been split open, and starts laying into him with VICIOUS chops, the sounds of which resonate through the entire arena. Venar’s count reaches TEN. Maverick forces Black into the ring and then follows, stopping the count. Maverick is going in for the kill, picking up Black’s leg and locking in an ANKLE LOCK RIGHT NEXT TO THE ROPES! Vincent Black grabs the ropes for dear life, but Venar doesn’t have to do anything! He’s out of rope breaks! As Black remembers this, he cringes in pain, answering NO when Venar asks if he wants to submit. Maverick is screaming “TAP, YOU BITCH. TAP.” Black is fighting, he absolutely REFUSES to tap!
ROB MARTINEZ: Why doesn’t he tap?
COREY TAYLOR: You’re looking at a TRUE wrestler, Martinez! The man is so good he doesn’t feel any pain! He doesn’t have to tap, he’s just waiting for Maverick to get tired!
ROB MARTINEZ: Do you even believe half of the bull that comes out of your mouth?
Maverick locks in a leg scissors, making it IMPOSSIBLE for Black to break loose! But Black doesn’t give up! He’s fighting, using the ropes to pull himself up despite the man wrapped around his legs! He might make it out, he’s so close! Black fights harder, Maverick pulls tighter and tighter.
SNAP.
The malicious sound of a bone BREAKING fills the arena as Black starts to SCREAM in pain!
COREY TAYLOR: THE MAN’S ANKLE IS BROKEN YOU SADISTIC BASTARD, TELL MAVERICK TO STOP!
ROB MARTINEZ: I will say that I have to agree. That must be so painful.
Maverick is still pulling. Venar is trying to get Maverick to release the hold, but he won’t let go!
“Maverick, I SWEAR I will disqualify you!”
Black is in so much pain he passes out. Blood is beginning to trickle down Mavericks arms from the broken ankle, the bone piercing the skin.
“FOR (BLEEP) SAKE, MAVERICK, LET GO, GOD DAMN IT. YOU’VE WON. YOU HAPPY?” Venar yells in Maverick’s face.
Maverick refuses, laughing! Finally, Venar takes it upon himself and puts a rear naked choke on Maverick and drags him away by force, forcing him to finally release the hold. Several EMTs SPRINT from the back with a stretcher. Maverick stands and stares right into Venar’s eyes with triumph in his eyes and a smirk on his face. Venar stares back with nothing but rage and contempt.
“It’s game over, bitch. That’s all it is.” Maverick sneers.
Venar doesn’t say anything, he just nods at the timekeeper, who calls for the bell.
JENNY JERSEY: Due to injury, Vincent Black is unable to continue. Here is your winner, by submission, Johnny Maverick!
ROB MARTINEZ: Have we seen the end of Vincent Black?
COREY TAYLOR: NO! SAY IT AIN’T SO!
The crowd is JEERING Maverick out of the building, throwing trash at him all the way up the aisle. Venar helps the EMTs get Black onto the stretcher as we break for commercial.
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~MEGAVISION~
** Dirty Money Locker Room **
We open up by seeing Chris Casino getting ready for his last man standing match with Chad Kurtis. He’s wrapping up his fists with tape and looks ready to wage war. The REBEL Tag Title, although not on the line in sitting next to him. A cherished item. We hear the locker room door open and KKP walks into frame.
KKP: Hey dude you ready?
CASINO: I’m always ready to kill off another Kurtis family member.
KKP: Hey look, you know how last week you went all OJ on me and…..
CASINO: I’m sorry Krusty, I’ve just been going through some…….Things. I think someone is playing tricks on me and they’re not very damn funny.
KKP: Well look dude, I got an old friend of yours, a doctor, to help talk to you. You still look like you haven’t slept in ages man.
CASINO: Krusty I don’t need a…..Wait….A Doctor? Who is it? Oh God…Don’t tell me it’s…..
We hear the locker room door slam open and the clomp clomp clomp of heavy boot heel across the room. KKP smiles from ear to ear. casino buries his face in his hands moaning.
Dr. Tittylover has returned.
DR. TITTYLOVER: Woo hoo! I’m back bitches! Chris my boy! I know you missed me you damn cracker!
CASINO: (muttering into his hands) I thought you were locked up. Again.
DR. TITTYLOVER: Well obviously I escaped bitch!
KKP: I’m happy to see you.
DR. TITTYLOVER: Thanks stinky degenerate homeless man! Good to be out!
The ‘Mad Pimp’ takes a seat next to Casino.
DR. TITTYLOVER: Now Chris, I’ve known you since you were a boy. Tell me what’s buggin’ you? Does it burn when you piss?
CASINO: What!? No. Look, you don’t want to hear this and I defiantly don’t want to talk to you so….
DR. TITTYLOVER: Anal warts? Look man, just tell your chick that it’s fever blisters.
CASINO: Will you shut the f**k up!?
The good doctor and KKP exchange looks. Tittylover stands and along with KKP start to head for the exit.
DR. TITTYLOVER: Don’t worry little cracker boy, I’ll get you to talk soon enough. Or my name ain’t Dr. Tittylover!
CASINO: Ugh. It’s not! You’re name is….
The locker room door closes and Casino shakes his head.
CASINO: So….This is what karma biting me on the ass feels like. Ugh.
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“Slip It In” by Blag Flag starts up and the men go crazy.
Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from North Hollywood, California. Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred twenty three pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Ian Michael Schwarz, she is! Marina. Blue!
Marina walks out alongside Ian, but instead of her usual enthusiasm, she limps along with her head down and her arms folded.
ROB MARTINEZ: Marina doesn’t appear to be her usual cheerful self.
COREY TAYLOR: Must have just gotten the results of her latest Aids test.
ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop?
Marina gets a last second pep talk from Schwarz before entering the ring.
“Dress Like A Target” by Superjoint Ritual hits the PA and Krusty Kid Paul is showered with the crowd’s hatred.
Her opponent is one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions and a member of Dirty Money, he hails from Kitchener, Ontario and weighs in at 240 pounds…..Krusty Kid Paul!!!
KKP glares at Blue and points Bertha at her, reminding her off his own special toy.
COREY TAYLOR: You don’t think he’s really going to use that on her.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well the whole point of having adult toys in this match is to use them.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but, you don’t think someone’s going to get a toy, uh, inside of them, do you?
ROB MARTINEZ: Well that probably wouldn’t be good for the company, but as both of these competitors have pretty blatantly threatened that, I’d say there is a good possibility.
KKP is in the ring and he stares at Marina as in disbelief. He grabs a mic.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: What the fuck is this?! Why you being so fuckin’ emo?! Are you sad because I’m going fuckin rape the shit out of you?!
KKP spreads his arms and legs wide.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Come on, I’ll let you have a free shot. Go ahead, I won’t stop ya.
ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, I can’t believe I’m seeing this. What happened to Marina Blue?
COREY TAYLOR: Maybe she’s on the rag.
Marina Blue looks at KKP, as the crowd chants for her to attack. She steps forward.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Hurry up bitch, I don’t have all fuckin day!
Marina shakes her head and leaves the ring to the fans disappointment.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Hey where the fuck are you going?! Get your skank ass back here!
ROB MARTINEZ: She’s leaving the ring! Someone talk some sense into her, come on Ian!
COREY TAYLOR: Obviously someone already did. You’d have to be insane to take on one-half of the greatest tag team champions of all-time.
Ian follows Marina back up the ramp trying to talk to her.
KKP chucks the mic and charges after them. He catches up to Ian and drags him out of his chair.
ROB MARTINEZ: He’s going after the manager! Why?
KKP kicks and stomps on Ian’s head and upper body. Marina charges at him and they start brawling.
COREY TAYLOR: He wanted to force her to fight him, and it appears to have worked.
They exchange punches and kicks on the floor. Paul whips Marina into the apron and smashes her face repeatedly into the mat. He grabs her hair and runs her into the nearest ringpost.
ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty is taking control of this fight.
COREY TAYLOR: Of course he is. He is the man after all.
KKP follows up by attempting to whip her into the guard rail. Marina reverses, sending Paul into it. She follows up with a running lariat. Blue positions him over the rail and drops KKP throat-first into the top. Jimmy Johnson gets in Marina’s face and she drags Krusty into the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: And the match finally officially begins.
Marina continues to control the fight, unleashing a flurry of punches, followed by a knee to the face. She runs the ropes and comes back with a drop kick, but KKP avoids it. He grabs a handful of hair and slams her down. He jumps up and lands a foot on the back of her neck. He stops to pose, bathing in the jeers of the audience.
ROB MARTINEZ: He shouldn’t get too cocky, Marina Blue won’t stay down for long.
COREY TAYLOR: Luckily, he won’t need long to beat her. I think it’s just about over.
Krusty jumps up and nails her with a knee drop to the back. He picks her up by the hair and executes a knee smash. Paul whips the porn star into the turnbuckle, and hits a lariat. He ties her in the tree of woe to set up the Crack Rock Steady. She screams out in pain as he keeps it locked in. Johnson tries to break it up, but Paul knows he can’t do shit about it and ignores him. Finally, Krusty is pulled out of the ring by none other than Ian, who managed to climb back in to his chair.
COREY TAYLOR: The cripple finally does something useful.
ROB MARTINEZ: But Krusty is pissed. He may have signed his death warrant.
KKP get up and grabs the wheelchair, pushing it over and knocking Schwarz to the ground. Ian begs for mercy, but Paul is merciless. He strikes the manager with a knee, following up with a neck snap. He picks up the chair and drops it on Ian. Marina attempts to free herself and go rescue him but she seems to be having trouble. Krusty picks up Ian and positions him for the piledriver.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, he can’t do this! Not on the unprotected floor!
COREY TAYLOR: Why not? He’s already paralyzed. Do it Krusty!
KKP executes the piledriver, as Ian hits the ground with a sickening thud. Marina screams out in horror while KKP laughs. A fan jumps over the rail and tries to attack him, but he simply grabs her in a headlock and wails on her until security arrives.
ROB MARTINEZ: Come on folks, stay in the stands.
COREY TAYLOR: He should have piledriven her too.
Ian picks up the wheelchair again and drops it on Ian again. He notices Marina has freed herself and is slowly coming toward him, clutching her arm. He starts running, pushing the chair ahead of him. He runs it into her and knocks her to the ground. He runs over her and stomps on her face. Paul locks on a Fujiwara arm-bar, just in case Marina’s arm is still slightly useful. After a minute, he throws her in the ring and goes to retrieve the dildo off the pole. As he towers over Blue’s prone figure, she suddenly gets the strength to raise her leg up and kick KKP in the balls. She pushes herself up and takes the toy out of his hand. Holding it with her good arm, she jams it in Krusty’s mouth.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh my god! She’s throat-raping him!
Marina thrusts it violently down his throat while screaming at him things such as “suck it bitch!”, “choke motherfucker!”, & “deep throat it fag!” Somehow, Paul is able to keep a shoulder up and not get pinned. Marina is interrupted by a coke bottle chucked at her. She turns around to see Chris Casino at ringside. She goes over to confront him, and sees that he has Bertha. Casino throws Bertha into the ring over Marina’s head, and Paul is able to recover it.
ROB MARTINEZ: Now it’s adult toy versus adult toy.
The two charge at each other and soon both have dildos down each others throats. Both competitors thrust as hard as they can, but no one gives. Finally after about a minute of this, KKP grabs Blue’s nose, cutting off her air supply. Marina tries to respond, but her other arm is too gimpy to use. She stops mouth-raping Krusty and drops her arm. He pulls out the toy and smacks her upside the head with it. The ref steps in and checks her condition. He calls for the bell.
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match…Krusty Kid Paul!
KKP celebrates his win as the crowd flips out. His joy is short-lived as his gag reflex finally kicks in and he vomits all over himself, the ring, Jimmy Johnson, and Marina.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well neither wrestler comes out of this match looking pretty, but Paul was certainly the better looking one in this match.
COREY TAYLOR: He kicked that slut’s ass, and killed her gimp manager as well. I’d say he looks damn good.
Chris Casino helps his tag partner to the back as they flip off the fans. Medics come into the ring to revive Marina, while Ian Schwarz has to be taken off on a stretcher.
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“Smooth” salsas out from the speakers in the building as well as does the boos, although they come from the fans in attendance. Chris Casino steps from the back, wearing a Demi-Gods T-shirt and a pair of tailored bluejeans. He stares with distaste at the fans who are booing him as he walks from the back down the aisle.
JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!
Boos fill the building, but they seem to be fueling Chris Casino as he steps up the steps and wipes off his boots before entering the ring.
“They say I’m Cocky…”
The crowd does a complete one eighty as they stand up. They Cheer. They love Chad Kurtis who sprints out from the back. Chad has his arms spread to the side and is slapping fans along his way to the ring, much the way Ultimate Warrior used to do with the intensity factor.
JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah, Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… He! Is! “THE SHOW”! CHAD! KURTIS!
COREY TAYLOR: They really love this guy for some reason.
ROB MARTINEZ: He is The Show, of course they are going to love him.
COREY TAYLOR: I think the smog has their brain rattled.
Chad slides into the ring, but Chris Casino is there to drop a knee across his face.
DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino not giving Chad a chance to get up in the early going.
Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone are officiating this highly anticipated match between both Chad and Chris. Chris pulls Chad up to his feet.
Chop!
Crickets.
Chad with a return chop.
Woooooo!
Chris with a chop.
Crickets.
Chad with a chop.
Wooooo!
Chad with a forearm sends Chris reeling quickly. Chad grabs the wrist. Irish whip into the ropes. Chris rebounds. Leap frog over Chad. Kurtis spins around, superkick from Chris sends Kurtis down to the mat. Chad pulls Chad up, tossing him over the ropes to the outside. Chris snarls something at the crowd before launching himself over the top with a plancha onto Kurtis who was trying to get back up to his feet. Chris whips Chad into the railing, then slams his head repeatedly into the metal.
COREY TAYLOR: Chad is going to have a headache after that pounding.
ROB MARTINEZ: As would anyone.
Chris charges at Kurtis, Chad with a back body sends Casino into the crowd. The fans scatter from the action, but stay near enough to get on the television. Chad kicks Casino in the face as he is rising to his feet. Casino rolls over to his back, Chad with a boot to the side of his head rolls him over again. Chad stands over Casino, leaning down to pull him up. Casino with a face rake buys himself some time. Casino with another face rake for the pure enjoyment of the move and the crowd is letting him know exactly how much they hate him. Casino brings down a chair onto Kurtis, but Chad drops before the chair can make contact, kicking Casino’s legs out from under him. Both men sit on their asses staring at each other. Casino throws a right, Chad answers with a right of his own.
COREY TAYLOR: A Rebel Pro first?
ROB MARTINEZ: It has to have happened before, but I can’t recall it.
Chad with a right.
Casino with a right.
Chad with a right.
Casino with a right.
Both men are exchanging hard right hands from their asses and the punches are as hard as if they were standing on their feet. Casino tries for another face rake, but Chad counters with a spit into Casino’s face. Chris is stunned momentarily, giving Chad a chance for a right to knock Casino back. Chad up with the quickness of a cat, leaping onto the seat of a chair. Kurtis leaps into the air, spinning around delivering a hard kick right to Casino’s temple knocking him onto his side. Chad pulls Casino up, whip into the brick wall. Casino bounces back, German suplex onto the row of steel chairs!
Chad locks in again, another German suplex! A third! A fourth! Chad makes a cover on Casino.
One…
Two…
Thr
But Casino kicks out!
ROB MARTINEZ: Each man must obtain a pinfall before the ten count can begin.
COREY TAYLOR: It shouldn’t take Casino long then.
Chad pulls Chris up to his feet. Low blow from Casino gets him the advantage back. European uppercut sends Chad stumbling back towards a door. Chris with a whip into the door. Chad reverses and now Casino is headed towards the door. But wait! One more reversal and Chad is sent head first through the door! The door bounces back off the cement wall, from the impact of Kurtis skull meeting the door. Casino rushes through, stomping away on Chad’s form. Casino lifts Chad up, spinning DDT onto the concrete floor. Chris makes a cover and Alan Stone is there to make the cover.
One…
Two…
Thre
ROB MARTINEZ: Back from commercial break.
NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up! How did he do that after headbutting the door then the floor?!
COREY TAYLOR: His head is harder than even Casino thought.
ROB MARTINEZ: But still softer than your’s.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah I… Hey!
Chris lifts Chad up, boot to the midsection. Chris sets up for another DDT, but Chad counters with a Northern Lights Suplex! Chad bridges!
One…
Two…
Thr–
KICKOUT!
Chad is frustrated now, but so is Casino. Both roll up to their feet. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men go down, but both are back up extremely quickly. Chad has a trickle of blood from somewhere in his hair, from his contact with the door, but he doesn’t care. Chad goes for a clothesline, Casino ducks. Chad aims a foot at the wall. Chad bounces back off the wall, spinning big time athletic move as hewraps his leg around Casino’s head and somehow twists his body to send Casino into the wall!
COREY TAYLOR: Holy shit!
ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah… I tend to agree with you there.
CROWD: We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*
Chad gets up to his feet quickly, he pulls Casino up, whip into a popcorn machine. Buttery goodness flies everywhere as Chris’s body slams through the machine. People and kernels scatter every which way and Chad is on the charge. Chad leaps up to the nearby counter. Best! Moonsault! Ever! Chad hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Chris with a shoulder up!
ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall there.
COREY TAYLOR: Chris is just luring him into a false sense of security.
Chad can’t really believe it, but knows that he and Casino are so similar that he’d be doing the same thing. Chris slams a fist into Kurtis’ junk getting him another time with the advantage. Chris lifts Chad up, piledriver on the concrete and he makes a cover.
One…
Two…
Three.
COREY TAYLOR: YES!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now Chad has to answer the ten count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five…
Chad is up, Casino isn’t shocked at all. Chad comes forward, Casino back bodies him through a door and they are in the locker room. Chad slams onto the floor, Casino is there on top of the action. Casino stomps on Chad’s face before pulling him up. Face plant into the locker to his right. Casino walks down the row of lockers… right locker receives a kiss from Chad Kurtis. Locker on the right receives a kiss. Casino isn’t smiling, isn’t laughing, he is dead serious as he methodically takes Kurtis down a notch or two on his personal mission to rid Rebel Pro of all the Kurtises. Chad is stumbling along, but Casino is holding firm to the back of Chad’s skull, not letting him get away. Chad falls to one knee, and comes up swinging a bench! The bench takes Chris in the midsection doubling him over. Chad leaping to the top of the locker, with a front flip leg drop. Casino falls backwards from the bench blow. Chad delivers a stunning leg drop to the concrete floor. Chris sits up against the metal locker, rubbing his face and head.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad’s leg is going to be hurting now.
COREY TAYLOR: He should have better sense than to try and leg drop a concrete floor.
Chad bounces up, holding at his left knee, Casino comes in with a shoulder tackle to the injured leg. Casino rapidly returns holding the left ankle beginning to kick away with ferocity at the side of Chad’s knee. Casino locks in a figure four leglock, falling back to maximize the torque on the left kneecap. Chad with a quick roll reverses the hold. Casino breaks the submission move quickly, getting back up to his feet.
ROB MARTINEZ: The submission futile in this match, but brilliant in wanting to work on that injured left leg of Chad Kurtis.
COREY TAYLOR: Glad that you see the brilliance that is Chris Casino.
Chris back on the knee attack, Kurtis with a slap breakes him from the attack at least momentarily. Chad struggles back to his feet, Chris in with a kick to Chad’s midsection, DDT to the concrete. Casino gets up, dusting his hands off before hooking the leg for the pin.
One…
Two…
Jimmy Johnson stops his count as Chad’s shoulder is lifted up. Casino begins to turn red faced as he yells at Jimmy Johnson about the count. Johnson, for his part, begins to yell back at Chris Casino, he is having none of this bullying referees around from this spoiled brat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Casino had better watch out.
COREY TAYLOR: Why? Casino had this match in the bag before Johnson decided he forgot how to count to three.
Chad dives with a shoulder tackle of his own at Chris’ left knee and the co-tag Team Champion goes down holding at his left knee. Once again, both of these men are eeriely similar. Chad pulls Chris up to his feet, whip into the wall, Casino bounces back. Chad shoves him into the opposite wall; Chris rebounds once again. Chad lowers his head… Bankrupt 2.0!
COREY TAYLOR: On the concrete baby!
ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look good for Chad.
COREY TAYLOR: Damn right it don’t!
Chris covers Chad’s prone body.
One…
Two…
Three.
Chad isn’t moving. Jimmy Johnson stays as Referee Alan Stone makes sure Casino doesn’t impede Chad’s possible progress in getting to his feet.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
The crowd is yelling for Chad inside the building; you can here them through the wall.
Five…
Six…
CROWD: Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!
Seven!
Casino turns to the camera, mocking it and pointing behind him at the now kneeling Chad Kurtis.
Eight…
Spear! Spear! Spear!
Chad sends Chris’ head slamming into the camera, shoving it back about ten feet from the force of the impact. There is a little bit of blood on the camera, and there is a lot of blood on Chris’ face from his lip and busted nose. Blood pours down his face as he gets groggily up to his knee and shakes his head. Chad, somehow, shoves up to his feet, stumbling off to a door marked “Maintenance”. Chad opens the door, there is the trusty ladder. Chad smiles, pulling it out from the closet as he stares at the kneeling form of Chris Casino on the floor. Chad rams the ladder into the back of Casino’s head before lifting it up to set it up in the hallway. Casino, hearing the cheer of the crowd, turns quickly to see Chad scaling the ladder. He quickly follows him up on the other side of the ladder, both ready to do major battle. Casino looking to end Chad Kurtis and the Kurtis Clan once and for all… Chad looking to shut Casino and the critics up.
ROB MARTINEZ: Someone is fixing to get really… really hurt here.
COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis… pucker them lips up and kiss your ass good-bye!
Right from Chad. Casino returns the favor with one of his own. Right from Kurtis. Right from Casino. Right right right right right right right. Fists of fury on top of the ladder. Less than an inch seperate these two but the force of the punches is tremendous. Chad throws a big time haymaker, Casino accepts the blow on his chin. Casino falls back, but manages to catch Kurtis by the wrist and pull him down into a DDT from! The! Top! of! The! Ladder!
CROWD: We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*
ROB MARTINEZ: Alan Stone drops to one knee, Jimmy Johnson drops to his knees as well.
One…
Two…
Three!
What?!
Both men pinned?!
ROB MARTINEZ: What?!
COREY TAYLOR: Casino pinned Kurtis!
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Kurtis pinned Casino!
COREY TAYLOR: Never!
Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone each saw a different pin, they confer quickly before nodding.
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Two…
Three…
Four…
The crowd is going b-a-n-a-n-a-s!
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Six…
Seven…
ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve just gotten word that whomever answers the ten count first will be declared the winner, if both men fail to answer then it will be a draw.
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Chris… I’ve got my house riding on ya.
Eight…
Chad and Casino stir…
Nine…
Chad up to his knees, hearing the count he shoves up to his feet.
Ten…
Chad’s eyes close as he nods sending droplets of blood onto the floor and wall before he falls back into a seated position against the wall.
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!
Alan Stone lifts Chad’s hand briefly before checking on his condition. Jimmy Johnson begins to check on the condition of Casino. We head to commercial as EMTs rush down to both men.
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~MEGAVISION~
The masked face of the mysterious D.A staples a photo of Stephanie, Chad Kurtis’ fiancee, on the locker room door of one Chad Kurtis. The photo has realistic blood imposed on Stephanie’s body with the messege “I’ll get her Chad. Once I saw her, like Taylor Aries, I had to have her. Chad, I have to have her.”
The gas mask of D.A. turns, to find Chet Whetleson standing there, a bit nervous but doing his job. D.A. turns, walking away, but Chet takes the oppurtunity to give chase. Chet gathers his courage as D.A. opens the door.
CHET WHETLESON: Who…
The man breathes, sounding much like Darth Vader.
D.A.: You… want… to… know?…
Breathing, heavy breathing.
Chet gulps, his Adam’s Apple bobbing noticeablly.
CHET WHETLESON: Yes. We do.
The man hooks a few fingers under the mask, lifting it to reveal…
The crowd boos heavily…
ROB MARTINEZ: Its Jer$ey!
COREY TAYLOR: I’m shocked…
ROB MARTINEZ: But he was attacked earlier… that must mean…
Another masked man walks into the frame, wearing another gas mask.
COREY TAYLOR: This reminds me of the Scream movies. Jer$ey stands there, smiling saddistically, Chet stares in shock.
ROB MARTINEZ: It can’t be…
The other gas mask is raised…
The crowd’s boos get even louder…
ROB MARTINEZ: Its Mack!
COREY TAYLOR: I… I… I… damn, I never saw this coming… at all.
Jer$ey and Mack turn, smiling sadistically before walking through the door and letting it slam shut on the open mouth Chet Whetleson.
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ROB MARTINEZ: We come back from commercial break and will stick with this entire match Corey, until a winner is crowned.
COREY TAYLOR: Pardon me while I pee in my pants out of excitement. The only good thing about this match is the fact that Johnny Maverick is in it, and he is only the referee.
ROB MARTINEZ: He is already on top of the scaffolding.
JENNY JERSEY: This match is set for one fall with no time limit. In order to be victorious, you must climb the twenty-five foot ladder and retrieve the suspended Rebel Pro Aggression title.
“Troublesome ’96″ comes to life in the sold out building as from the back to a boofest is “The Millennium Game” Justin Case being accompanied by Grandpa Willy and Hugh Aredone.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger, he is being accompanied to the ring by Grandpa Willy and Hugh Aredone; From Edmonton, Alberta Canada, he stands at six feet five inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… “The Millennium Game”… JUSTIN! CASE!
Justin makes sure to not touch anyone in attendance as he walks down the aisle and up the steps. He snarls at the fans before beginning his climb up the scaffolding and oto the top of the scaffolding.
“You say that you know just who I am”
Well if anyone doesn’t know who he is, the fans let them know he s someone they love.
ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob has shown a lot of intensity over the past few weeks and it has served him very well.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, my sources tell me he is trying to quit cold turkey.
ROB MARTINEZ: Quit what?
COREY TAYLOR: The illusive… crackrock Rob, as if you weren’t his supplier.
ROB MARTINEZ: I think if I were, I’d be driving more tha Ford Tempo from way back in the day.
COREY TAYLOR: A clever ploy..
Jacob steps out from the back, the Aggression title around his waist as he lets the curtain close behind him, he stares at Maverick, Justin Case, and the structure above the ring. Jacob’s big bodyguard steps through the curtain, just behind him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Anyone can tell that… change that… anyone with half of a brain cell can tell this man is not on drugs, never has been, and never will be.
COREY TAYLOR: So, your wife can’t tell?
JENNY JERSEY: “Now introducing the Aggression Champion, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… He is Jacob! Venar!
Jacob pulls the belt off, holding it high for the crowd who roar in approval for Venar. Jacob begins his climb up the opposite side of the scaffolding, he reaches the top and hands the title over to Johnny Maverick. The former Aggression Champion looks down at the belt before smirking to Venar and allowing the belt to rise up over his head on the loop that will now suspend the belt over the scaffolding.
DING DING
Justin and Jacob circle each other on top of the scaffolding, the wood making bouncing noises as they do. Collar and elbow lock up, Justin quickly turning into a hammerlock. Jacob counters the hold with a hammerlock of his own quickly exchanging it for a side headlock and a bulldog on the scaffolding. Jacob wastes no time in pulling Justin up, front facelock, he lifts Justin up. Vertical suplex! No! Justin counters with an inverted DDT! Justin quickly with a series of face stomps to the current Aggression champion before pulling him up. Uppercut sends Jacob near the railing. The crowd booing as Justin delivers a stinging chest chop that would make Ric Flair want to Woo his tighty whities off. Justin with a second, and a third. Jacob’s chest is already freaking red from the chops.
ROB MARTINEZ: Justin impressive so far.
COREY TAYLOR: Listen to those chops Rob, from all the way up there… stinging isn’t quite adequate.
Jacob receives a fourth, but manages to catch the wrist, hip toss! Justin goes over the railing! He catches himself on an iron bar, but Jacob stomps down on the fingers of the hand holding Justin there to prevent him from falling further. Jacob smiles as he knows that he is holding Justin there. But what he doesn’t know is that Justin’s feet have found a foot hold and he is sturdy. Jacob moves his foot and Justin doesn’t fall. Jacob looks down, Justin with a handful of baby powder to the face… no its salt! Jacob receives a fist full of salt right to his red eyes!
COREY TAYLOR: His eyes are going to be red for sure now.
ROB MARTINEZ: Dirty trick!
COREY TAYLOR: But legal.
Johnny smiles at the tactic as Case climbs up onto the footing of the scaffolding. He swings with a right hand sending Jacob against the opposite railing. Justin with a forearm shot rocks the champ against the other railing. Jacob kicks out, connecting with Justin’ midsection. Neckbreaker on the platform! Justin is down and Jacob is blind! He stumbles into the ladder, that is not secured in place, but that is right under the belt. Jacob begins the climb, but The Freak slides down from the rafters to sit on top of the ladder, the crowd boo him heavily. Jacob doesn’t know, his eyes are streaming too much water to notice anything or for him to keep them open for longer than two or three seconds at a time. Justin rolls over to his forearms and knees as Jacob encounters Freak’s foot. Freak holds his composure until Jacob opens his eyes for a brief second. Freak closes them with a stomp right into his face, but Jacob manages to hold on with one arm as he tries to defend himself with the other. Freak stands up on the top of the ladder. He spreads his arms wide, in the manner of wings, smiling, and dives forward. He catches Jacob on the way down with a sunset flip! Jacob’s back and head slam hard into the wooden platform and a broken board falls down to clatter among the barb wire debris in the ring. Freak rolls over to his feet, then slaps Jacob across the face before climbing down to the crowd’s displeasure with him. A half full foamy beverage hits Freak in the back on his way down.
ROB MARTINEZ: That dirty sneak!
COREY TAYLOR: Why would someone waste a foamy beverage?
Freak looks down, the big man that has been seen with Jacob looks up at him, waiting on Freak to come on down. Freak shrugs his shoulders and points behind the big man; he slowly turns his head. Shut Down with a spear! The masked man is sent into the ring post violently and he may be unconscious from the blow from Freak’s friend and tag team partner. Freak hops down, landing nimbly beside him before the two of them make their way to the back. Up on the scaffolding, Justin is taking the oppurtunity to climb the ladder and head towards the Aggression title that is swinging above the ring. Justin is at the half-way point when a beautiful hand reaches up between his legs and clutches at the dice for his Millennium Game. Justin’s eyes widen as he stares down at Marina Blue, who vowed that she was not finished with him yet. She motions with her finger for Justin to climb on back down, but he kicks at her face instead.
Bad… very bad mistake. Marina swings from the ladder, while shaking the dice held in her hand and is supported by nothing more than what is attached to Justin. Needless to say, Justin is unable to hold on, preferring to try and take back his dice instead. They fall, Marina turning at the last second, slamming the back and skull of Case into the wood platform. Johnny Maverick, is cleaning his nails? He doesn’t care about the interference, no wait, he looks up watching as Marina Blue bends over Justin’s frame. Maverick seems to be enjoying the view, quite a lot.
ROB MARTINEZ: Two interferences in this match, one for both men in it.
COREY TAYLOR: Jacob is barely beginning to move, this is so unfair!
Jacob up to his feet as Marina slinks sexually off the platform and fades into the crowd before Jacob can even realize who has taken out Case. Jacob pulls Justin up, wanting to eliminate him for good before climbing to the top of the ladder. Jacob has Justin up, but Case manages to shift his weight somehow… both men go through the railing!
COREY TAYLOR: Lets see if Jacob can really fly.
Nope! Both men crash into the barb wire, thumbtacks, light tubes, and other debris in the ring to “cushion” their fall should it happen. Well, it happend and lets just say the cushion wasn’t much of a cushion. Both lay in the debris, Justin having taken much of the blow as Jacob was savvy enough to turn in mid air, having realized what was going on. Jacob groans in pain as he rolls through the barbed wire and to the ropes to help himself up and back up top for this match can’t end until the belt is obtained. Jacob leans over the top rope, gaining his breath.
ROB MARTINEZ: Who is that?
COREY TAYLOR: A little old lady carrying a pocketbook?
An elderly woman jumps from the crowd, swinging a little red handbag, connecting with a solid thunk to Jacob’s forehead. Jacob’s eyes roll up into the back of his skull, seeing if there is a brain there, before the eyelids droop and he falls bonelessly to the barb wire. Grandpa Willy and Hugh Aredone get Justin up, extremely shaky, blood drips down a ton of cuts and scrapes all over his body, but he staggers to the scaffolding. The bodyguard with Jacob, looks shocked as the elderly woman steps over to where Grandpa Willy is, kissing him on the cheek and shaking hands with Hugh Aredone. The tall man, lifts himself into the ring, pulling Justin from the scaffolding, keeping him from unfairly reaching the top of the scaffolding The masked man helps Jacob up to his feet, he keeps a hand on the wobbly chest of Justin Case while giving a stern look to Justin’s party.
ROB MARTINEZ: What in the heck is going on?
COREY TAYLOR: Jacob Venar and that monster sized jackass are cheating! That is what is going on Martinez! A conspiracy!
Jacob is up now, the masked man steps back, nodding his head as both men are allowed to climb up to the top, each bothering to climb instead of expend their energy fighting. It is a race to the top, who will make it?! It doesn’t matter really as once there, they’ll have to climb the ladder to the belt. Johnny Maverick looks on, bloodlust evident on his face. He injured Vincent Black earlier in the night, that was just an appetizer. Both men reach the top at the exact same time, they lay there gasping for breath, bleeding, and utterly exhausted.
ROB MARTINEZ: This match may come down to who has the most blood left in them.
COREY TAYLOR: Conspiracy by Larry Gordon! I know it!
They both crawl to the ladder, one on each side of it and are on the first rung, pulling themselves up. It appears they are saving their energy to climb up and possibly throw one last big punch at the top, assumming both can reach that point. Jacob is resilient, Justin is resilient, but no man can sustain this level of competition with the amount of blood loss, the fall that these two have taken. Half way up the ladder.
ROB MARTINEZ: It is a race of two turtles, but these men have given it their all.
COREY TAYLOR: Why Gordon why?!
Top of the ladder, they stand there, clinging to the ladder, and stare at each other. Justin throws a right, hooking his thumb into Jacob’s eye. Venar blocks it with a punch right to the tip of Case’s nose. Justin slips backward, Jacob shoves him, pressing his advantage. Justin slips, Venar brings down a fist, right on top of Justin’s fingers…
ROB MARTINEZ: Case falls! Case falls! OH MY GOD JUSTIN CASE FALLS FROM OVER THIRTY-FIVE FEET TO THE RING BELOW!
COREY TAYLOR: Jacob Venar just kilt a man!
The ring catches Case, but all he can do is lay there, breathing heavily and the paramedics are sprinting down to the ring. Jacob looks down, his red eyes blazing as he knows that Justin lied about his Grandma being dead. Jacob reaches up, unhooking the belt from the wire harness.
DING DING DING
Jacob holds the belt high.
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Aggression Champion…. Jacob Venar!
The crowd explodes, then they immediately go silent.
Lights out!
Scuffling is heard in the ring, and a voice.
VOICE: Liars are not to be trusted. Liars are to be punished. Your defeat here tonight is not punishment enough. I declare myself your chosen punisher.
Lights up, the source of the voice gone. On Justin’s chest is hung a cord with a letter “L” in blood dangling from around his neck.
ROB MARTINEZ: What the…?
COREY TAYLOR: f*bleep*k?!
Jacob stares down as we fade to commercial.
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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is your main event for American Anarchy!!! This match will be for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship and will be contested under Cage Of Death rules!!!
‘This Moment’ by Disturbed hits and the fans pop for the man who steps out from the back, they like him more than Marcus Marion anyhow.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger, accompanied by Shut Down, he hails from anywhere & everywhere and weighs in at 180 pounds…..The Freak!!!
The duo of The Freak & Shut Down make their way down to ringside where the huge cage has been erected. Shut Down offers some advice to his partner and The Freak steps into the cage.
The Cage Of Death stands ten feet high and sits five feet away from the actual ring itself. The cage is hexagonal in shape around the ring and attached to it’s walls are dozens of lethal weapons. The Freak climbs into the ring and casts a look at referee Alan Stone.
JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…..
‘My Michelle’ by GNR thrusts through the PA and the crowd explodes with hate.
JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied to the ring by Nichole Rhodes, he hails from Atlanta Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds…..Marcus Marion!!!!
Marcus and Rhodes emerge from the back and look disgusted at the sight of the ring. The REBEL World Championship belt is strapped firmly around his waist and the duo slowly make their way to the ring, ignoring the insults and trash thrown their way.
Marcus and Rhodes reach the cage and the Champ shoots Shut Down a angry look. He unstraps his belt and hands it to the second referee for this match Jimmy Johnson who is stationed outside the ring. Nichole gives her man some words of advice and the cage door opens. With a last look at both his girl and his belt Marcus enters into the cage and the door is quickly shut and locked behind him.
ROB MARTINEZ: And here we go for what could be the last chance The Freak has to win the World Title!
COREY TAYLOR: This is ridiculous making the champion defend his title in such a barbaric match!
Alan Stone calls for the bell and Marcus, who is still on the floor, immediately turns and yells for Jimmy Johnson to open the cage door! The referee simply shrugs his shoulders and Marcus starts shaking the cage door trying to force it open. The Freak rolls out of the ring and attacks Marcus from behind with a flurry of punches!
ROB MARTINEZ: Obviously Marcus didn’t read up on the rules of this type of match, you can only win via pinfall or submission!
COREY TAYLOR: How could he know what kind of match he was having?
Freak has Marcus back peddling as he throws wild rights and lefts at the head of the champ. The champ drives a knee into the gut of Freak stopping the flurry of punches and follows up with a scoop and a slam onto the concrete floor. Marcus walks over to the cage and unhooks a chair. Freak is getting to his feet when he gets a chair smacked across the skull from Marcus! The World Champ stands over a fallen challenger, dented chair raised high over his head and soaks in hate from the crowd. The Freak pulls himself up to all fours and takes another brutal chair shot across his back! Marcus tosses the chair away, pulls The Freak to his feet and rolls him into the ring. The Champ slides in behind him and goes for the first cover of the match. The Freak easily gets his arm up at the count of two and Marcus lays the bad mouth on Alan Stone.
COREY TAYLOR: The Champ has a point, that count looked slow.
ROB MARTINEZ: Please…..
The Freak is pulled to his feet and thrown roughly into a corner. Chop across the chest from Marcus! A back elbow from the champ snaps back Freaks head. Another chop across the chest of The Freak elicits a ‘Woooooooooo’ from the crowd. Marcus whips The Freak out of the corner to the far side of the ring and follows him in. Whisper in the wind from The Freak! Marcus never saw it coming and gets laid out by the challenger! Freak takes a moment to catch his breath and then rolls out of the ring. Marcus shakes out the cobwebs and follows Freak to the outside. Crack! Marcus gets tagged by a Kendo stick that The Freak has unclipped from the cage! Another shot from the Kendo stick! This one to the back that has Marcus howling in pain! A third shot, this one also across the back has Marcus quickly sliding back into the ring. The Freak climbs in behind him but gets caught with a kick to the head.
ROB MARTINEZ: You can already see the welts forming on the back of Marcus Marion thanks to that Kendo stick!
Marcus pulls Freak up and takes him up and over with a gut wrench suplex. Kneedrop from Marcus leaves Freak clutching at his head in pain. Marcus rolls outside and unhooks a table from the cage wall. A loud ‘We Want Tables’ chant erupts from the crowd. Marcus heads towards the ring and tries to push the table inside when Freak hits a desperation baseball slide onto the table sending it back into the chest of the Champ! Marcus hits the floor and The Freak slides to the outside. Freak pulls Marcus to his feet and whips him hard back first into the cage! Marcus bounces off the cage and walks into a back drop onto the floor! The Freak turns his attention to the table and sets it up! Marcus is yanked to his feet and rolled onto the table and The Freak starts to climb the cage! The Freak is nearly at the top of the cage when he sees Marcus start to stir. Freak quickly takes to the air and hits a flying legdrop that sends both men through the table and to the floor! A huge ‘Holy Shit! Holy Shit!’ chant breaks out from the crowd!
COREY TAYLOR: Marcus! Our champ could be seriously hurt!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus is lucky that Freak didn’t make it all the way to the top! As it stands though it looked like Freak was at least eight feet up the side of that cage when he took to the air!
Alan Stone is on the outside checking on both men who are buried under the debris of the shattered table. The Freak shoves some of the debris off of him and covers Marcus only to have the referee motion that the pin must take place inside the ring. The challenger looks frustrated but grabs a large chunk of the broken table and slams it across the head of Marcus. Freak pulls Marcus up out of the rubble and tries to whip him into the cage. It’s reversed by Marcus! Instead of hitting the cage, The Freak leaps up onto the cage like Spider-Man! Freak leaps off the cage, twists in mid air and hits Marcus with a flying cross body block. Marcus staggers but catches him in mid air! With a snarl on his face, Marcus rams the back of The Freak into the ringpost! Still clutching The Freak, Marcus runs his challenger back first into the cage! The Champ simply lets the challenger drop to the floor and stands over him.
ROB MARTINEZ: The weight and strength advantage worked in the champs favor with that! Teh Freak could have broken ribs!
COREY TAYLOR: One could hope!
Marcus lays in several hard boots to the ribs of The Freak and then unhooks a staple gun that is dangling right in front of his eyes. Marion pulls Freak into a seated position, stands behind him and slams a staple into his forehead! The Freak tries to escape but Marcus is holding him tightly. Another staple into the soft flesh of the forehead! A third and a fourth staple find their way into the scalp of The Freak and the blood is flowing freely. Marcus tosses away the staple gun, pulls Freak to his feet and starts to rake his head back and forth across the cage! A back elbow to the head of Marcus causes a break and The Freak is a gory mess leaning against the cage to support himself. Marcus shakes his head clear and takes a step towards Freak when he’s leveled by ‘Any Given Moment’ from the challenger! The crowd explodes as The Freak drops Marcus with his MMA style flying knee to the skull! Both men collapse to the floor and Alan Stone can only stand in the ring and watch both men inflict their punishment on each other.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Freak hit one of his finishers but their both out on the floor! Not to mention that Freak is leaking blood like a pipe in the gulf!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey I thought he couldn’t do any BP jokes in Washington?
Both men slowly get to their feet, each man using the cage to help them. Marcus grabs Freak and drives a knee into his rib cage. The Champ hooks Freak and attempts a suplex. It’s blocked when The Freak drives a knee into the top of the champs head! Suplex onto the floor from The Freak! The Freak rolls over to the ring, pulls back the ring apron and pulls out a chair. Freak pulls himself up, slams the chair across the chest of Marcus and places the chair on the upper body of the World Champ. The Freak takes several steps away from Marcus, blood dripping from his head leaving a trail on the floor. The Freak flips off Nichole Rhodes who has come around to their side of the ring and watches as The Freak hits a rolling thunder onto the chair driving it into the chest of Marcus! Rhodes pounds on the cage and hurls insults at The Freak but he has no time for her. Instead he’s dragging Marcus to his feet and rolling him into the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Did you see what The Freak did! That’s a lady he just gave the bird to!
Instead of following Marcus into the ring, a bloody Freak walks over to a special object hanging from the cage that has caught his attention. A weed whacker. The Freak starts it up and the crowd roars with bloodlust! Carefully The Freak makes his way back into the ring and referee Alan Stone gets as far away from the mayhem as he can. The Freak Advances on a retreating Marcus who seems to be trying to dig something out of his boot. Freak lunges foreword with the weed whacker but the champ dodges and simultaneously tosses a handful of powder into the face of his challenger! Freak drops the weed whacker and Marcus quickly kicks it out of the ring. The fans rain down a cascade of boos and he promptly flips the double bird to them. The champ rolls to the outside and starts pulling chairs off of the cage wall.
ROB MARTINEZ: The World Champ almost got hedged there…..
COREY TAYLOR: Sitting next to you would be considered cruel and unusual punishment in some countries you know.
On the outside Marcus has a chair in each hand and is approaching the ring when he’s caught with an over the top rope seated senton! Marcus hits the floor hard and we can hear his head crack against the concrete. The Freak is still trying to clear his eyes of both blood and powder and slowly crawls away from Marcus. Alan Stone checks on Marcus and the Champ looks glassy eyed. A large gash has been opened up on the back of his head and blood is flowing like water from the wound. The referee throws up his arms in an ‘X’ and referee Jimmy Johnson on the outside quickly unlocks the cage door and rushes inside.
ROB MARTINEZ: We have a situation here folks, Marcus looks to be out on his feet and that wound looks bad.
COREY TAYLOR: Bad? He could have a cracked skull! End this match now!
ROB MARTINEZ: Actually if they end the match, then the World Title would be awarded to The Freak.
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Champ…Walk it off!
As Alan Stone keeps Freak at bay, Jimmy Johnson is helping Marcus to his feet. The crowd has already started a ‘Bullshit!’ chant and you can feel the tension in the air. Nichole Rhodes in now in the Cage Of Death and she is also checking on her man. Suddenly The Freak shoves Stone away and attacks Marcus from behind! Marcus goes sailing face first into the cage and Shut Down starts to close and lock up the door. Dirty Money has just attacked Shut Down! From nowhere Casino and KKP, both nursing wounds from their earlier respective matches, attack Shut Down and bring him down with kicks and punches! Nichole Rhodes escapes the cage and starts yelling at Casino and KKP to help her man. The Freak dropkicks the cage door and it flies into the face of Casino who staggers back into KKP and both men fall to the floor in a tangled heap! The Freak pulls the door shut, reaches his arm through the cage and locks it from the inside! He pulls out the key and tosses it out into the crowd!
ROB MARTINEZ: The Freak might have just saved his own life by doing that! Dirty Money was about to do who knows what to him!
COREY TAYLOR: Our Champ is hurt! This is….Is…..I call shenanigans!!!!
Back inside the cage, Freak pulls a dazed Marcus to his feet and rams the back of his head into the cage. Once. Twice. Third times a charm as he lets the Champ slide down the cage wall. The Freak grabs the chairs Marcus had pulled off the cage wall and throws them into the ring. A bloodied Marcus is trying to get to his feet and takes a running kneelift that drops him like a sack of potatoes. On the outside of the Cage, a massive horde of security guards are keeping Dirty Money away from Shut Down. Back in the cage, The Freak pulls a rather odd weapon off of the cage wall. A cactus. Marcus is using the cage to pull himself up and with his back exposed Freak throws the cactus plant against his back. The champ screams in pain as the plant drops to the floor but leaves dozens of tiny sharp quills in his back.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, that hurt just watching it!
For good measure The Freak tosses a third chair into the ring and then grabs The Champ. Marcus is rolled into the ring and The Freak climbs up onto the ring apron, then up to the top rope. Marcus is slow to get to his feet but the challenger is in no hurry. The Champ is up on swaying legs and The Freak takes to the air with a missile dropkick.
Marcus counters it into a powerbomb!
Both men are down but Marcus seems to been rejuvenated as he locks in a boston crab on The Freak!
ROB MARTINEZ: What the? I think Marcus was playing possum! He fooled all of us into thinking he was more hurt than he really was!
COREY TAYLOR: I wasn’t fooled for a moment!
The Freak crawls over to the ropes and grabs them but the now recovered Alan Stone simply shrugs his shoulders. No rope breaks in this match. Marcus suddenly releases the hold and staggers over to the chairs that are laying in the ring. He collects them into a pile and turns his attention back to The Freak. The challenger is dragged towards the chairs, pulled up and positioned just so…..
Revolutionary Thrill onto the chairs!
A cover!
One!
Two!
Thr-No!!!!!!!!!
Freak has gotten a shoulder up!
Marcus looks absolutely stunned but wastes no time in hauling Freak back up.
Another Revolutionary Thrill!!!!
A second cover!
One!
Two!
Three!!!
Marcus rolls off of Freak and Alan Stone calls for the bell!
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! He almost had to kill a man to retain his title but he did just that!
COREY TAYLOR: I was never worried.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match………..And STILL REBEL WORLD CHAMPION……….MARCUS MARION!!!!
Security are able to get the cage door open and in rushes Nichole Rhodes. She climbs into the ring and checks on her man who is still laying on his back, a pool of blood seep from the back of his head.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a night! And what a match! Marcus Marion keeps his title for another day!
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CREDITS***
Dirty Money segment – Brion
Jer$ey vs Eric Thompson – Brad
Johnny Maverick vs Vincent Black – Jacob
Marina Blue vs KKP – Ian
Chad Kurtis vs Chris Casino – Bean
Jacob Venar vs Justin Case – Bean
Marcus Marion vs The Freak – Brion