Underground-High Stakes
3-16-2010
Underground Arena-Durham, NC
REBEL Pro’s “High Stakes” kicks off with these specific words, on the new REBEL Mega-Vision
R – ROUGH & TOUGH AS IT GETS
E – ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE WORLD
B – BEST WRESTLERS ON THE PLANET E – ENDLESS DESTINIES
L – LIVE FOR THE PASSION
Money To Blow by Birdman, Drake & Lil Wayne blasts through the loudspeakers, soaring to a loud blare.
Doooosh…. Dooosh…. DOOOSSHHH!!!!
Fireworks go off in every direction, as green and gold strobe lights circle the arena with REBEL-Pro kicking off High Stakes with a new and hot look. As
we are live inside the Harrah Casino in Durham, North Carolina. The cameras zoom in and out, as we can see Yung Mula’s Chevrolet Impala and JT Whiplash’s
Buick Grand National parked near ringside. With some of the Harrah Casino’s most scantily clad models taking drink orders from the crowd. The music continues
to play as Jenny Jersey gets on the microphone.
JENNY JERSEY: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, to HIGH STAKES!!!! Where anything and everything can happen! But I want to take the moment to introduce to
you, some of the guys who made this possible. Yours truly…… YUNGGGG MULAAAAA!!!!!!!
Money To Blow continues to play which is Yung Mula’s newest theme song. Jer$ey slowly walks and dances to the beat. But he is not alone, THE SHOW Chad
Kurtis is walking behind him with the bling. REBEL-Pro’s World Heavyweight Title. Jer$ey glances at his Chevy Impala with a smirk on his face giving fans
some dap, as well as Chad. They enter the ring and grab the microphone from Jenny Jersey.
JER$EY: Thank You Jenny. It so happens to be that you stole my name for your last. How clever.
Jenny Jersey with a huge smile on her face.
JER$EY: But anyways, welcome ladies and gentlemen…. To High Stakes. It’s an honor for me and the boys, to be hosting such a big event. I mean I never
thought this would be possible. And this couldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you people.
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: Yeah, day in and day out. You stick on Yung Mula’s side. Giving us that extra strength to do new things. And here we are! Hosting the damn show.
Jer$ey hands the microphone over to Chad.
CHAD KURTIS: Jer$ey’s right. You people are what makes REBEL and Yung Mula go that extra mile. So this time we wanted to do something special for you people.
Tonight will be a one of a kind night. Where majority of the matches shall be decided by that….
Chad Kurtis points to the Mega-Vision as you can see Yung Mula’s 3rd Member, Mack standing beside the Harrah Casino’s ladies and the High Stakes very own…
Spin-A-Match wheel. It’s similar to a mini wheel of fortune wheel. But on every column, it’s a different match. As Mack goes over it.
MACK: What’s up Ladies and Gentlemen!? I couldn’t be more happier to be standing beside some of the most beautiful ladies on the planet. But over here
standing to my left is the High Stakes Spin-A-Match. Where some of the matches will have a stipulation added. On this board are 10 different matches that
can be decided.
1. A Submission Match!
Some of the crowd cheers
2. A LADDERRR MATCHHH!
The fans go wild.
3. A Boxing Match!
Mack: I don’t know about that one.
4. A You’re Fired! Match!
5. A TABLES MATCH!
The crowd goes wild again.
6. A STEELLL CAGE MATCH!
They go even wilder.
7. A COFFIN MATCH!
The fans aren’t letting up not one bit.
8. A pure wrestling match!
The fans boo.
MACK: I know, I know. Chad Kurtis must’ve picked that one.
Some of the people in the crowd laugh.
9. A BRA AND PANTIES MATCH!
The crowd laughs again.
MACK: Who picks these things.
One of the ladies, wearing a very thin and short dress with a white shirt steps up to Mack.
FEMALE: To all the ladies in the crowd, why not let see a bra and panties on some of these guys?!
The females in the crowd laugh and applaud.
MACK: And number ten… HARRAH CASINO STREET FIGHT. Right back here.
The crowd goes wild for that one as well.
MACK: Well as you can see, there are a bunch of different type of matches that can take place here tonight. And the greatest thing about it. It’s all for
you people.
The fans cheer as Jer$ey gets back on the microphone.
JER$EY: With all of the possible match stipulations being announced, I’m just going to rundown the card for you tonight. We will have the REBEL-Pro’s newest
member David Cage square off against KKP!
The fans boo.
CHAD KURTIS: We will see the sick and crazy Freak in action against Marcus Marion!
The fans boo again.
JER$EY: We will also see Chris Casino, put his Carolina’s Title on the line against Johnny Maverick! Hell we may even see them in a Bra and Panties Match
with the title on the line. Now that will be sweet.
The fans laugh.
CHAD KURTIS: Then we will have a special Barbed Wire Grudge Match, between Aeolus Wrath and the guy who also played a huge part of this event tonight.
JT WHIPLASH!
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: And last but not least. Your main event… Macculloch will square off against yours truly and Yung Mula’s own World Champion…. The Show CHADD
KURTISSS!!!!
The fans go nuts! Jer$ey tilts the microphone to Chad to get some info about the match.
JER$EY: Hey Chad, tell these people what may take place tonight.
CHAD: You mean what will happen tonight? Chad Kurtis will defend his championship against the man who tried to take me out with a glass bottle.
JER$EY: Let’s show the fans what exactly happened.
Jer$ey and Chad turned there attention to Mega-Vision, which showed the Winter Blast 2010 match between Yung Mula and the new FTC. The match fast forwarded
to the ending
… The lights come back on, Michael is gone, Massacre is gone and everyone is shocked. Well everyone except Uriel, Gabriel, and Raphael who are unconscious
and tied in the aisle. People look around, but are clueless as to what ahppened. Chad stands in the center of the ring as Black shrugs his shoulders to
walk to the back. Chad looks to Yung Mula and smiles as a man he recognizes hops the barricade, a bottle of liquor in his right hand.
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Mac!
COREY TAYLOR: I’m… waiting for everyone to leave before I get up.
Mac slides into the ring, a smile on his face as he tosses a shot glass to Jer$ey, Mack, and “The Show”. They each smile as they hold out their shot glasses
for Mac to fill. Mac goes to pour a shot for Mack, for Jer$ey, before slamming the bottle right between “The Show’s” eyes sending him down to the canvas
in a bloody mess. Mac quickly turns to find Jer$ey and Mack already out on the canvas, a sleeping drug being put into their liquor shots. Mack laughs as
he orders a microphone from Jenny Jersey.
MAC: Show, I saw you up in the NAPW. My brother apologized for his actions and still you snubbed him. It’s time for your wake up call!
Mac picks show up and nails him with the Celtic Burial. The fans start throwing stuff into the ring as the UBER Babyface goes HEEL!
MAC: Michael had to be eliminated, because he just can’t get the job done. It’s time for the real leader to take over this company. Welcome to my HARDCORE
HELL Chad. You will find out what it is like to disrespect a Celtic Legend.
The show fades to black as Mac is being bombarded with trash of all kind, a smirk plastered on his face.
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CHAD KURTIS: I don’t know what his reasoning was behind all of that. But tonight, I will get my revenge. I will return the favor Mac. I will knock your
lights out!!
JER$EY: I believe we all want you to do that Chad. Because he don’t (BLEEP) with Yung Mula and think he won’t get anything in return. But with that being
said ladies and gentlemen. I also spoke with yours truly… Larry Gordon. I know you all are wondering how his grandmother is doing. And she’s doing real
well, so well that Mr. Gordon will be present here tonight!
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: Not only will he be here. But he’ll be here to announce a special stipulation for your main event. And with those words, let’s get this show underway.
Back to you Mack.
Jer$ey and Chad exit the ring, as the Mega-Vision comes back out to announce the match stipulation for the first match.
MACK: Ok people, the first match tonight will be David Cage and KKP. Now lets see what stipulation will be added…
Mack spins the wheel…
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MACK: Ladies and Gentlemen… the match will be a SUBMISSION MATCH!
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“What are you looking for ” by Sick Puppies hit the speakers as Rebel newcomer David Cage makes his way to the ring with a wait and see attitude from the
standing room only crowd.
JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and is contested under normal Submission Match Rules!
Big pop from the crowd
COREY TAYLOR: Jenny went for the cheap pop there. We are know what the rules are then again I have heard she also goes for the cheap pop.
ROB MARTINEZ: Sad thing is she still turned you down.
VINCENT BLACK: I am looking forward to seeing what this newcomer can do he made a name for himself in Underground X but he is going to have his hands full
tonight.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Atlanta, GA standing in at six feet and two inches and weighing two hundred and twenty-nine pounds he is… David
Cage!
David Cage looks towards the entrance ramps as “Dress like a target’ by Superjoint Ritual’ hits to another mixed reaction by the crowd. The crowd seem
to respect what KKP is capable of but don’t necessarily agree with what he stands for.
COREY TAYLOR: It’s about to get real for the newcomer now.
ROB MARTINEZ: I agree I just don’t know if Underground X can prepare you for a man like KKP. VINCENT BLACK: What makes KKP so dangerous is the fact he
can wrestle with the best of them but his violent streak is legendary.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Kitchener Ontario standing six feet and two inches and weighing two hundred and forty pounds representing “Dirty Money’
Krusty Kid Paul!
Jenny barely
has time to get out of the way as KKP goes right after Cage with a series of vicious rights and lefts and Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.
KKP seems to be all business here today. KKP continues to beat on Cage like he did something wrong to him but the newcomer is trying to fight back and
the crowd is enjoying the violence of it all. Cage finally manages to fight his way back to his feet thanks in part to an eye gouge.
VINCENT BLACK: KKP stay in Rebel so far hasn’t been what he or the fans expect and it seems that he is using David Cage to sent a message to the roster
that the real KKP is back.
ROB MARTINEZ: He seems to be leaving some kind of impression on David Cage right now.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah a hand impression.
Cage and Paul locked in a physical, violent battle right now this match has been anything but a wrestling match as some how Cage has managed to get outside
the ring but KKP is quick to follow byt his greeted with a chair shot to that bursts his head open for his trouble. It seems that the newcomer might finally
have some offense going here as he attempts a RKO in the steel steps but KKP blocks it and reverses it as he just smiles at the destruction he caused.
He wipes the blood off his face and just smiles an evil smile.
VINCENT BLACK: Men like KKP are motivated by the sight of their own blood and now that he smells Cage’s blood this is the beginning of the end.
ROB MARTINEZ: To be perfectly honest I think the beginning of the end for Cage was when Johnson called for the bell to ring.
COREY TAYLOR: As much as it pains me I have to agree with both of you on this one.
KKP senses the end as he delivers a massive chair shot to Cage’s midsection before dragging him by the hair back into the ring. Cage is trying to get to
his feet but KKP stays on the attach with a kick to what could possible be the broken ribs of his opponent. KKP then sits up and executes the “Krusty’
bomb.
VINCENT BLACK: KKP locks on a crossface chicken wing submission.
COREY TAYLOR: Is he going to call this a Krusty Fried Wing?
ROB MARTINEZ: I think maybe the newcomer David Cage bit off more then he could handle in this one.
Jimmy Johnson with the perfect positioning as Cage immediately asks for the bell like some little girl.
Johnson goes over to raise KKP’s hand in victory but KKP just pulls it away as the fans can’t believe the beating they witnessed here today.
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… Krusty Kid Paul!
“Money to Blow” hits up as the form of Yung Mula sit in the back with the lovely Harrah ladies with the wheel behind them.
MACK: Time to decide the stipulation boys, Rebecca, give that big wheel a spin.
A lovely brunette spins the wheel.
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It lands on “Bra and Panties”, the crowd begins to laugh hysterically as Yung Mula shrug and smile.
MACK: You see it, The Freak and Marcus Marion will be wrestling in a Bra and Panties match.
JER$EY: Please Freak, don’t make it a crotchless pair of panties.
The crowd laughs even more.
JER$EY: And now, back to business, lets get the match under way, these ladies want to see you two in some bras and panties!
“The Oddities” hit up the speakers as from the back walks a Freak, without any panties or bra on and without any gifts. The presence, or lack of presence
of any presents causes the fans to boo. What can you say, they are a greedy bunch of rednecks.
JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring, from Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty
pounds… THE FREAK!
Freak hops into the ring, waiting for Marcus to enter as well.
“My Michelle” hits up as Marcus saunters from the back. Its hard to decide who they boo harder for tonight, the lack of gifts or Marcus Marion or the fact
that neither are wearing neither bra nor panties.
JENNY JERSEY: Now making his way down to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds,
“The Revolutionary” MARCUS MARION!
Marcus slides into the ring, coming face to face with The Freak, who snatches the microphone from Jenny Jersey.
THE FREAK: For nearly a year now, I’ve given gifts to you rednecks and what do I get in return?
he waits.
THE FREAK: Absolutely nothing. No thank you. No awesome gift, nothing. So tonight, what do you say Marcus that we give ourselves a gift and take the night
off?
Marcus seems to contemplate it as he asks for the microphone.
MARCUS MARION: Honestly, I do not know if it is the overweight owner Gordon that books these retarded matches or if it is those two jerkoffs pretending
to be wrestlers in the back that book the matches.
He looks down at the Freak, to the crowd, and back to the Freak.
MARCUS MARION: For a time now, I’ve put on shows after shows, main event type matches after main event matches and like you Freak, I get booed. I tell
the truth when on the mic or in front of the camera and I get booed.
He smirks to the crowd.
MARCUS MARION: So… I believe that I am entitled to have a night off. You fans will learn greatness when it is standing before you, you will learn to
appreciate things instead of taking them for granted.
He looks around again.
MARCUS MARION: Judging by your intelligent looks on your faces… or maybe not. Either way, Freak… I accept.
Both turn to leave the ring, much to the hatred of the fans who begin to throw trash their way. Yung Mula come back on the Megavision screen.
JER$EY: If you do not wrestle here tonight, you will not get paid!
Marcus and the Freak shrug their shoulders before walking on through the curtain and to the back.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that is just… just… rude.
VINCENT BLACK: I can’t say as I blame them, I’m glad I didn’t have to see the munchkin in a bra and panties.
COREY TAYLOR: Me too, me too.
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The big black Megavision comes to life…and the picture flickers and finally comes into focus….. standing in what appears to be an empty room… bare
walls behind him is Cuzin Zeke. It appears that he has something to say…
ZEKE: Hey ya all… sorry I cant be on the card this week, but I am out on the road this week, searching. Searching for that dude that can be my partner.
The guy who can works with me and takes me to the top of the tag team mountain in REBEL. I been in a few places, and wells seen lots of potential partners,
but I am still gathering info on just who I thinks is gonna be the right one. I was in San Antonio, watching Texas Hardcore Wrestling and wells… I aint
seen anyone down there that fits my style. I hops on a plane and travels up to Colorado, to watch someone I heard lots about…a guy they called Avalanche,
in Rocky Mountain Classic Wrestling…and sorry folks he aint the guy neither.
A few people now pass by in the background, they are all dressed in what appears to be mechanics overalls. A small truck drives by as well, with what looks
like military markings….
ZEKE: Then from there I was off to Hawaii…yes Hawaii…and wells it wasn’t for any vacation. I was off to see an old friend, a guy I known for oh maybe
five years…we was part of the Pacific Rim Tag Team Champions… he is up there as a special guest up from New Zealand where he lives. Terry Hobbit Hewitt
is the guys name…we had a good talk and wells I tries to get him to comes to North Carolina, but he just wasn’t into it. He told me that he gonna hang
up his boots soon…and well was trying to wind down his career, and was making just a few trips to some of his favorite places to says good bye to wrestling.
Man I sure do wish he had done agreed… I knows we could have been the champs, but of course there would have been one problem…. Ya cants understand
that guy.. he gots a real strange way of speaking!!
Another truck now passes on the background… and on the side of the truck it says McLean Airfield, Business and Commercial Flights
ZEKE: So now ya wonders why am I out here at this airfield… wells let me tells ya quick… I gets a call and tells mes me that someone thinks they are
the fit for me..but I gots to be able to keeps it a secret. I says ok, I am listening. They tells me to meet them at a certain spot. And I would be taken
to this person. I aint know who it is..just that in time I would find out. So I says ok. I goes to the place…. And there is a black limo waiting… I
gets in the back…and no one is there… the car drives me to this air port… And I am told to gets on this here plane… I say ok…. And wonders who
spending this kind of cash to gets to talk to me…!! When I gets on the plane…all them windows are closed… and I buckles up… we takes off and maybes
an hour later we land… but heck I aint gots any idea where we at… I am told to puts on a blindfold…. Now I thinks someone playing a trick on Zeke….i
gets off the plane and lead to a car… where I gets in…. we drives for a while..and again I thinks … I sure got taken this time…someone having a
laugh…. We stops and I am lead into somewheres… and wells…told to sit down…. The blindfold is still on and …and I hears a voice.. yes a voice
I do recognize but I cant place it…. And he don’t tell me who he is… all he said is.. At Birthday Bash, he will join me in the ring… simple as that.
He wants to be my partner, and wants to answer my call for a tag partner… no questions asked I tries to place the voice or sees who it is……. and
I am told to leave. I am now lead off… into the car.. back to the airport… on to the plane..and now left here…so here I am… I gots me a partner..
and that all I can say. Been quite a search..but I thinks maybe I found the one guy who knows.. I don’t even know who it is……. and ever if I did..i
cant tells ya..!!
The screen now starts to flicker again and the picture fades to black…
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“Money to Blow” hits up in the speakers again as Yung Mula show their mugs on the Megavision, still surrounded by the lovely ladies from the Harrah.
JER$EY: As you know, the following match is a Barbed Wire Ropes grudge match between Aeolus Wrath(huge booo) and JT Whiplash(huge pop).
Jer$ey waits for the crowd to calm down.
JER$EY: However, what you did not know is that the following match will be for a Carolinas title shot at Birthday Bash!
The screen fades to black as the crowd roars again, they sure are loving this night of Rebel Pro action.
“Code of Energy” hits up in the speakers, the crowd doesn’t even hear the third note due to the boos they throw Aeolus Wrath’s way. Aeolus walks from the
back, carrying a burning Rebel Pro flag on a pole. The fans hurl insults his way, but Aeolus continues to wave the burning flag and continuing to spit
on the heritage of both JT Whiplash and the Rebel Pro fans in the South. All of a sudden the fans roar their approval as JT rushes from the back to slam
a barb wire chair into Aeolus’s skull sending him down onto one knee. JT puts out the flag, picking it up to wave proudly as he stomps away on Wrath’s
head and shoulders.
ROB MARTINEZ: This match is under way.
COREY TAYLOR: Not until it hits the ring.
VINCENT BLACK: What a cheap shot by JT on Aeolus there.
JT picks Aeolus up, slamming his face repeatedly into the railing that protects the fans from the action. Well it is supposed to protect them as JT flips
Aeolus over onto the side where the fans are at. A fan hands JT a beer, he chugs it down then crushes the can right on Wrath’s nose busting it open. JT
lifts Aeolus up, a fan slides a chair underneath as he sends him down with a stump pulling piledriver. JT pulls him back up, swinging for the fences and
connects with a homerun shot that sends Aeolus back over the railing to the entranceway. Aeolus is bloody so early in this match that hasn’t even properly
begun yet. JT rushes back to pick up the barb wire wrapped steel chair, he swings again, but Aeolus with a boot right into JT’s jewels causes him to drop
the chair. Aeolus springs to the railing, tornado DDT onto the steel chair, lodging the wire right into JT’s scalp. The fans hiss and boo at this, they
want JT to destroy Aeolus. Aeolus picks JT up,vertical suplex causes the chair to rip out of JT’s scalp before he is slammed onto the concrete.
VINCENT BLACK: Aeolus showing JT who the boss is.
COREY TAYLOR: I love that show.
VINCENT BLACK: You loved Alyssa Milano.
COREY TAYLOR: True.
ROB MARTINEZ: Can the two of you call the match?
Aeolus picks JT up, pounding his fists and elbows into Whiplash’s face before slamming him head first into the railing. JT struggles to regain his feet,
but Aeolus is there with a series of buzz kicks to JT’s temple, ribs, legs, and arms that take the redneck back down to a seated position. Aeolus is there,
laughing in JT’s face before pulling him to a better seated position. Aeolus with a running start slams his knee right into the railing as JT manages to
move out of the way just in time. JT rolls up, blood dripping from his scalp as he shoves himself up vertical. Aeolus is holding at his knee and up to
his feet. JT slams a forearm into the back of his skull sending him towards the ring. Aeolus turns around but JT takes him down with a massive redneck
clothesline to the floor. JT yells out to the crowd before picking up the steps to slam them down on Aeolus with ferocity. JT slams them down a second
then a third time. JT is going wild as he pulls Aeolus back up, driving a knee into his broken nose further destroying it beyond repair but Aeolus nails
a double fist right into JT’s crotch again. JT falls to his knees, holding his junk for the second time in this match. Wrath sits back on the top of the
steps, wiping the blood from his nose before slamming the bottom part of the steps right into JT’s face. Whiplash falls on his back, a gash opened up on
his forehead.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot!
COREY TAYLOR: I think JT is dead.
VINCENT BLACK: I’ve seen better.
Aeolus digs under the ring, pulling out a strand of barb wire, he wraps it around his fist. JT is getting back to a seated position but Aeolus drags the
wire covered fist across his face gashing open more wounds to cause pain and blood loss. JT’s eyes close to protect them as much as he can, but he returns
the low blow favor with one of his own with a uppercut to Wrath’s dingle dangles. Wrath gulps and stumbles back from the blow.
COREY TAYLOR: What a cheating move by JT Whiplash.
ROB MARTINEZ: No rules in Rebel Pro, besides Wrath has low blowed JT twice here.
VINCENT BLACK: Why is it funny when a man gets hit in the nuts?
Jt is over on his front, digging under the ring, he pulls out his own strand of wire. JT creates a whip and begins to whip Aeolus like a schoolboy that
has disobeyed his teacher. Aeolus screams as the wire digs into his flesh, Aeolus crawls away. JT is there with another swing that rips the back of Aeolus
up and blood begins to trickle down his side. JT wraps the strand around Aeolus’ throat, pulling back until Wrath’s back is bowed. JT places his knees
into Wrath’s back, falling backward to lift Aeolus’ neck to an ackward angle. The wire breaks from the force that was applied and Aeolus goes sprawling
forward to land on his face as JT pulls himself up. Whiplash digs under the ring again, the Yield sign with barb wire on it. JT smiles as he brings it
down on Wrath’s back once, twice, and a third time. JT picks Aeolus up, Irish whip into the ringpost, but Wrath manages a reversal sending JT’s skull crashing
into the thick steel post. JT falls limply at the base of the post, but Aeolus leans on the apron, soaking it in blood before stumbling over to where Whiplash
is laying. Aeolus smiles through his crimson mask, pulling the lifeless form of JT up to a vertical base. Aeolus digs his fingernails into the forehead
wound, pulling down as it causes pain it also wakes JT up. Whiplash fires a right, Wrath fires one of his own. JT with a left, Wrath with a left and a
right. JT stumbles back, Aeolus drags his face across the wire tearing his flesh and some fans on the front row decide to head for the concession stand.
ROB MARTINEZ: Some fans deciding to leave.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, JT is beginning to really stink up the place.
VINCENT BLACK: Nah, that fat chick over there farted, see her laughing?
Aeolus looks out to the crowd as he holds JT’s head for them to get a good look at his face. Aeolus digs under the ring, pulling out a barb wire covered
table and slides it into the ring. He leaves JT’s body beside the ring as he sets the table up inside of the ring. Aeolus goes to the opposite side, takes
a running leap over the top rope, taking down the rising JT with a suicide plancha. Aeolus rolls on through and back up to his feet smearing a order of
nachos all over some kid’s face and laughing as he does it.
ROB MARTINEZ: Totally uncalled for.
COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahha
VINCENT BLACK: Why do fat people come to a place then eat in front of hundreds of other people?
Aeolus pulls JT back up, rolling him under the bottom strand of wire and into the ring, he follows in after.
DING DING
The match has now officially begun as Wrath smiles at his handy work and the ring is already turning red from the blood these two are spilling. Aeolus
is grinning through a mask of blood as JT is grimacing through a mask of blood. Aeolus pulls JT over to the corner, pounding his bloody face with forearm
after forearm and mixing in a few right fists for a good recipe of pain. Aeolus sits JT up on the top turnbuckle before climbing up after him. Wrath hooks
JT’s head under his arm and lifts as he falls backwards with a superplex. JT turns in mid-air to nail the Rebel Yell through the barb wire table!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God!
COREY TAYLOR: NO!
VINCENT BLACK: That does hurt, been put through a couple myself.
JT lays on top of Aeolus with a pinning predicament and referee Jimmy Johnson slides into position.
One…
Two…
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… JT Whiplash!
JT rolls off of Aeolus as he uses the barb wire strands to help himself up to a vertical base. “Simple Man” hits up in the speakers as the fans rise up
to their feet, giving this man the ovation he so deserves. In the ring Aeolus is holding at his neck in pain as he seems to have landed on it at a severe
angle.
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Aeolus is hurt guys.
COREY TAYLOR: Who cares, he is a loser anyways.
VINCENT BLACK: I think she farted again… damn it!
JT rolls out of the ring, going to his manager who hands him a folded Confederate flag. JT unfurls the flag, holding it above his head as he waves it much
to the appreciation of the crowd. JT rolls back into the ring, the flag never touching the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: What is he doing now?
COREY TAYLOR: Referee overturn the decision.
VINCENT BLACK: JT is sending a messege.
JT stands over Aeolus, draping him in the flag and the crowd roars as JT salutes the flag as it sticks to the wounds on Aeolus Wrath’s body.
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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!!
The crowd rise up out of there seats as, Lead into Demise by Kingdom of Sorrow, plays through the loud speakers as Johnny Maverick comes out through the
curtains.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Washington, D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, he is the challenger… JOHNNY MAVERICKKKK!
Johnny Maverick walks down to the ring, doing a few taunts and finally enters the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Johnny Maverick gets only a few boos!? What happened?
ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are liking his style.
COREY TAYLOR: WHY!!!
VINCENT BLACK: The same reason they loved to hate Hardcore Entertainment. We gave them hardcore entertainment and when we showed them what we could really
be without them, well, they hated us because they loved us so much at one time.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Las Vegas weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… He is your current Carolinas Champion! The Future… CHRISSSS
CASINO!
Immediately the fans boo, as Smooth by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hit the speakers. Chris Casino comes out from behind the curtains, with the Carolina’s
Title on his waist. Taunting the crowd, who don’t aprove of it.
COREY TAYLOR: Rob, tell those morons to stop hating on The Future.
ROB MARTINEZ: What’s wrong with you telling them?
VINCENT BLACK: Because he is a punk bitch.
Chris Casino walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. But before anything can get underway…
The lights in the arena switch to green as we can hear the new theme music of Yung Mula, “Money to Blow” featuring Birdman, Drake and Lil’ Wayne plays
loudly throughout the loudspeakers. As Yung Mula (Jer$ey, Mack and Chad Kurtis) are backstage with the roulette wheel.
COREY TAYLOR: Here they go again. What else can possibly happen tonight?
ROB MARTINEZ: We are about to find out.
JER$EY: Hold on! Hold on! Alan Stone do not ring that bell!!!
The fans cheer for Yung Mula as they can be seen on the big screen.
JER$EY: Before the match gets under way, let me tell you that High Stakes is a one of a kind show! A possible show of the year!!!
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: Don’t ya’ll agree??
The fans cheer loudly!!!
JER$EY: So why not, keep shooting for the goal? Once again, the wheel shall be spun to decide the fate for these two superstars, as well!
Chris Casino immediately goes over to Jenny Jersey and snatches the microphone.
Chris Casino: Jer$ey, Mack, Chad, Yung Mula, Yung (BLEEP) what the hell ever! Just in case you did not know. In my contract, it states that I do not have
to participate in any gimmick match, that roulette wheel is useless.
Jer$ey: Oh it is huh Chris? Since you are carrying that Carolina’s Championship, you think you can call the shots?!
Chris Casino: I know I can call all the shots. Alan, do your damn job and start this match.
Jer$ey: Hold on!!!
Jer$ey snaps his fingers as Mack pulls out his cell phone. As Jer$ey started to talk on it, to someone. His voice gets louder…
JER$EY: Oh really!? So his contract states everything, but that!?
…
JER$EY: No problem then. I guess I have no choice, but to do this one.
…
JER$EY: Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit!
Jer$ey hangs up the phone and hands it back to Mack.
JER$EY: Hey Chris! I just got off the phone with Larry Gordon. And umm… you’re right! I can not place you into any gimmick match.
The fans boo. As Chris takes off his belt, pleased by the words coming out of Jer$ey’s mouth.
JER$EY: So… with that being said… the only match that you will qualify to participate in is… an I QUIT MATCH!!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!! That’s big.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s big alright. A big stupidity.
VINCENT BLACK: Can you make any less sense Corey?
The fans go nuts, as Chris Casino’s pleased face turns to anger.
CHRIS CASINO: An I QUIT match?! I refuse to wrestle in an I Quit Match, did you just not hear what I said you idiotic embasile?
Chris Casino, throws the mic down as he takes his belt back from referee Alan Stone, before he can handle it over to the timekeeper. Then he exits the
ring.
JER$EY: If you don’t get your ass back into the ring, by the count of ten. Not only will you lose, but your championship reign will end. And Johnny Maverick
will be crown the NEWWW CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! Oh yeah Chris, Larry Gordon wanted me to tell you that the only reason you are wrestling this “I Quit” match
is because in your promos this week, you agreed to it.
The big monitor went out as Chris Casino decides his fate. Whether he’s going to wrestle and defend his title against Johnny Maverick or if he’s just going
to give up his gold to him.
Referee Alan Stone, signaled for the bell and started the count quickly.
One..
Two..
Three..
Four..
Chris contemplates what to do.
Five..
Chris continues to walk away, his back to Johnny and the ring.
Six…
Seven..
ROB MARTINEZ: Uh Oh, Johnny Maverick is going after Casino.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s just pure stupid. Why would he do that? He had an easy win.
VINCENT BLACK: Simple, he wants to f*bleep*king fight.
ROB MARTINEZ: I guess he wants to earn it.
Johnny runs towards Casino and clocks him with a elbow shot towards the back of his head. Which stuns him a bit. He then grabs his head spins him around
and starts giving him a couple of jabs to the face. Chris drops his belt and then he begins to trade blows with Johnny. As he backs Maverick, towards the
ring apron. With the two still trading blows, Chris stops Maverick’s pace with a poke to the eyes.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Chris then grabs him by the head and tights, swinging him back into the ring. He start to get a few stomps to the backside. He picks up Maverick and continues
to give him a few jabs, until he’s in the corner. He knees Maverick into the midsection three times. He then sends him flying into the opposing corner.
He quickly runs behind him to get a big splash, but Maverick side swipes him and Chris eats all of the turnbuckle.
The crowd rises.
Johnny Maverick immediately changes the pace of the match, which is in his favor now. He sends Chris into the ropes as he waits for him to come back and…
Powerslam!
Johnny Maverick goes for a cover.
Alan Stone reminds Johnny, that it’s not a pin fall match. It’s a I QUIT match. He then gets up off of Casino, and quickly heads to the microphone that
Casino dropped down earlier.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT???
CHRIS CASINO: (Catching his breath) No! You Bitch!!!!
Johnny nails him over and over with the mic.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: NOW CHRIS, DO YOU QUIT!???
CHRIS CASINO: … … I… said… NO!
Johnny tries to hit him again, but Chris kicks Johnny in a spot where no man wishes to be hit.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just wrong!
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t forget, that this is REBEL-Pro. Anything can happen.
VINCENT BLACK: He just got hit in the nads. That reminds me, it is time for Fantasy Baseball again, anyone out there interested in joining my league?
That turns the tide in the match, as Chris gets up off the mat rubbing his forehead from the repeated shots to the head from the mic. He quickly nails
Johnny with a DDT!!!
That took everything out of both men. Referee Alan Stone, looking puzzled at the moment. They both are trying to use the aide of the ring ropes. Johnny
somehow gets up first and quickly runs towards Chris, who ducks out of the way pulling the ropes down sending Johnny flying towards the mat on the outside.
Chris gets on the turnbuckle ropes and starts to taunt the crowd. As he gets nothing but boos. On the outside, Johnny is twisting and turning. Chris goes
on the outside, picks up Johnny and scoop slams him back to the floor.
ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny’s back is taking a ton of punishment here since he cam flying over the top rope.
COREY TAYLOR: Impressive huh!?
VINCENT BLACK: Seriously, I’m looking for anyone interested in playing Fantasy Baseball in 2010.
Chris goes over to the announcer’s table, grabbing a headset.
CHRIS CASINO: This is just what I do to anyone who steps into the ring with “The Future”. What do you think so far Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: Perfect!!!
ROB MARTINEZ:: Ridiculous.
CHRIS CASINO: It is perfect because Chris Casino is perfect.
Chris spots Johnny Maverick’s sudden movement and quickly heads back over to put in some more damage. As Johnny is upon his knees still kind of bending
down, Chris kicks him in the stomach. He then waits for a couple of minutes as Alan Stone tells Chris to get back in the ring. Johnny Maverick takes about
a minute to get up to his feet…
WHAMMMM!!!!!!
A SUPERKICK PLANTED by Chris Casino!
Chris Casino signals its over, as he grabs a microphone from the timekeeper and kneels down beside Johnny.
CHRIS CASINO: SAY it Johnny and the pain will end!!!
JOHNNY MAVERICK: …..I…..I…..
Before Johnny can say any more, Casino aides Johnny up to his feet.
Chris Casino: Get your ass up.
He then nails him in the face with the microphone, sending a huge THUDDD, throughout the arena. Johnny is still up although his face is upon the little
timekeeper table. Chris picks his head up and…
Bam!!!
Right back onto the table.
BAM!!!
Once more.
BAMMM!!!
And again…
Chris Casino taunts the crowd once more. He then gets into the ring to calm Alan Stone down a little bit, then immediately heads back to the outside of
the ring. Johnny is still laying upon the table, Chris Casino picks his head up…
WHAMMMMM!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: What the!!!
VINCENT BLACK: Casino just got a mouth full of ring bell ala mode.
Chris Casino eats the ring bell. He slowly falls backwards crashing to the mat. As Johnny falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath a little.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a match!
COREY TAYLOR: Before Johnny screwed up.
VINCENT BLACK: Johnny did what he had to do to get an advantage, nothing wrong with that.
With Casino still on the mat, Johnny gains momentum as he picks up Chris and shoves him back into the ring with a microphone in hand.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT!!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ………..
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I SAID DO YOU QUIT!!!
CHRIS CASINO: ………….
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I’m going to say this one more time. DO YOU QUIT!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ….
The lights went off in the arena.
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell is going on!?
With the lights off, you can hear a bunch of rumbling in the ring. But nobody can see what’s going on.
After a minute or two, the light finally comes on, with Johnny Maverick laid out. Chris is still in the same spot. As he gets up little by little, he picks
up Johnny Maverick…
ROB MARTINEZ: UH OHHH!!
THE BANKRUPT………STOPPED!!
Johnny on his little life buzz, shoved Chris into the turnbuckle. As Chris comes back hard, with a back elbow shot from the second rope! Johnny ducks out
of the way….
THHHEEE ABBBMMM!!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH S(BLEEP)!!
ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that, Another Body Murdered.
VINCENT BLACK: It’s over!
Johnny goes for the microphone once again, but before he can get over towards Chris. Someone grabs him from the outside, and he crashes to the mat. Taking
the last bit of wind from him, but Johnny still manages to get up. The mask men removed the mask.
IT’S KKP!!!
He snatches the camera from the camera man. And….
KNOCCCKEEEDDDDD!!!!
The devastating blow, messes up the camera setup. You can hear everything, but can’t see anything at all.
ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll try to get you guys another camera back up as soon as possible, because we are having a little technical difficulty at the moment.
COREY TAYLOR: KKP, knocked the hell out of Johnny Maverick.
VINCENT BLACK: We don’t have these kind of technical difficulties in my Fantasy Baseball league.
KKP picks up Johnny Maverick, as he is pouring out blood right above his left eye. KKP balls up his right fist and, K-Cutter!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap, K-Cutter!
Spyke Gein runs out to even the odds, he and KKP trade rights, back and forth. With Johnny almost out of it he rolls back into the ring, to go after Chris.
But with his back turned…..
BANKRUPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!
He then shoots for ROLLING THE HARD 7, with the microphone in hand, but Johnny counters by performing the standing arm wrench. Johnny locks in the Perfect
Armbar! Casino’s face is right beside the microphone as he dropped just a second before.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Say it Chris!
CHRIS CASINO: F*bleep*k you!
KKP heads back towards the ring, but Spyke nails him in the back of the head with a beer bottle, busting it over his head.
Johnny Maverick applies the submission harder and tighter.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Its either your arm snapping or your win streak Chris, your decision because I am not releasing this hold!
CHRIS CASINO: QUIT!! I QUITT!!!!
Alan Stone, signals for the bell but the bell isn’t in the timekeeper’s possession.
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEW Carolina’s Champion Johnny Mavvvvverick!
The fans are shocked that the returning Johnny Maverick was able to upset Chris Casino, they are in shock but immediately jump to their feet in cheers
of adoration as Casino has been dethroned of his title. They begin to laugh at Casino’s smug face, as he holds his arm and both he and KKP make their way
to the back. Spyke slides into the ring, licking the Carolinas Championship clean?
VINCENT BLACK: What is that idiot doing?
COREY TAYLOR: Who Rob?
ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps hoping the Carolinas belt is actually chocolate wrapped in gold?
VINCENT BLACK: Don’t be an idiot, Gordon would have already eaten it by now.
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“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as the capacity crowd begin to cheer as they come to their feet. From the back, wearing a Rebel Pro polo shirt and
khaki pants is the owner himself, Larry Gordon.
LARRY GORDON: I wasn’t supposed to be here, but my grandma is doing much better and she told me to get my ass back here and run this show.
The crowd laughs.
LARRY GORDON: So I offered Yung Mula their money back but they said that since I offered them the chance and they couldn’t make it to run the show, they’d
just take the loss of funds. After all, a man with Jer$ey’s financial status, what is a few thousand right?
The crowd is extatic.
LARRY GORDON: So I figured that I’d introduce a new match stipulation to you all tonight at High Stakes since I just got back in. The following match is
set for one fall with no time limit. There must be a winner and there will! be a winner!
The crowd loves this.
LARRY GORDON: The following match is for the Rebel Pro World Championship and will be fought under Risking the Ring rules.
The crowd is confused.
LARRY GORDON: Each person has named three men they wish to help them should they ring the bell. But… let me explain a bit more clearly. Each wrestler
can ring the bell a total of three times during the match. Whomever rings the bell can either have a friend come down or a foe can come down; see it will
either help them out or hurt them in the match. It is a risk that you take when you decide to ring the bell. For example, if Chad Kurtis rings the bell
either a person he has picked to help him will come out to help him or one of the people Mac has chosen will come down and hurt Chad.
Larry shrugs.
LARRY GORDON: So, Risk the Ringing, it is your call. Will they risk to ring the bell? Only they can and will decide.
The crowd loves the idea, although some are a bit confused at the stipulation, they are the drunker of the crowd. Larry turns to walk back through the
curtain.
“I Don’t Care” hits up in the speakers as from the back to enormous booing and trash throwing is the challenger, Mac.
JENNY JERSEY: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania he stands at five feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the “Celtic
Killer” Mac!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Mac is drunk, about half of that bottle is gone.
Mac stumbles around the ringside area, carrying his branding iron and a bottle of Mac’s Black and Gold at his side. The bottle is half full of some amber
liquid and Mac stumbles into the ring steps as the crowd washes him in boos and a lot of unadoration.
“They say I’m cocky!”
Roar! I mean a big time pop, the roof lands about three blocks away as Chad rushes down from the back. The Rebel Pro World title is held high up over his
head as he rushes down to the ring. Chad looks at disgust at Mac, turning his back to point with disapproval at Mac.
Crash!
The bottle shatters over the back of Chad’s skull, sending him into the kneeling position in front of the guardrail. Mac is sober? Mac looks at the shattered
remains of the bottle, then decides to carve up the back of Chad Kurtis a little bit. Chad screams out in pain as Mac digs the bottle deep into his flesh,
sending trickles of blood running down his back. The crowd gives him something to like as they boo him, Mac gives them more fuel as he gives them the dreaded
finger of doom. Mac rolls Chad over to the ring where he puts on a sheepskin onto Chad before tying it in place. Mac rolls Chad into the ring.
DING! DING!
Mac pulls Chad up to a vertical base, before stepping across from him in the standard match starting position. Chad and Mac circle each other, but Mac
rushes in with a clothesline, Chad ducks under the outstretched arm to spin around and connect with a toe kick to the back of Mac’s head. Mac’s momentum
carries him to the corner and Chad springs back from the middle rope to connect with a solid tornado DDT down to the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is eyeing that bell.
COREY TAYLOR: What a dumb idea of the bell.
VINCENT BLACK: I tend to agree, but then again you are a dumbass as well.
COREY TAYLOR: I’ll try to change Mr. Black.
Chad pulls Mac up to his knees, slamming a knee into his face before removing the sheepskin from his body. Chad tosses it to the side and delivers another
shot to Mac’s face with his knee. Chad points to the corner where he drags Mac over and begins to climb, pulling Mac to the top with him. Chad leaps up
onto Mac’s shoulders, spinning around to deliver…
ROB MARTINEZ: Mac counters the huricanrana with a powerbomb!
COREY TAYLOR: Is it alright to say Chad Kurtis is out?
VINCENT BLACK: Yes, it will be alright.
COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis is out cold.
ROB MARTINEZ: Pathetic.
Mac stands back up, dropping a knee right into Chad’s crotch that draws a groan from the males in the crowd. Mac laughs as he picks one of Chad’s ankles
in his hands, Mac begins to kick violently at Chad’s inner knee trying to limit his mobility. Mac stomps down on the inner thigh of Chad Kurtis, further
limiting his move set inside and outside of the ring. Mac lifts him back up and Chad is already limping on that leg. Mac slams a forearm into Chad’s face
before Celtic whipping him into the corner. Mac rushes in with a stinger splash, but no one is home as he gets nothing but turnbuckle padding. Mac stumbles
back from the corner, Chad springs from the middle rope with a dropkick right to Mac’s chin rolling sending him through the ropes.
COREY TAYLOR: Stupid move there from Chad.
VINCENT BLACK: You are learning, that’s good.
ROB MARTINEZ: It does seem to have cost Chad some pain.
Chad is holding at his leg, but Mac is already stirring on the outside of the ring. Chad shoots up, hitting the ropes, and twisting plancha to the outside
takes Mac out of the game, for the mean time. Chad digs under the ring, pulling out a ladder and the crowd goes wild. A ladder is a great weapon, but in
the hands of Chad Kurtis, it may just be deadly. Chad sets it up, climbing to the top of the ladder to ring the bell for the first time in the match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Here we see what the bell will bring into play.
COREY TAYLOR: Stupid idea, is that ok?
VINCENT BLACK: You are still dumb as Bubba J when he’s drunk, but you have potential.
COREY TAYLOR: He compared me to Bubba J… can you believe it?
From the back, to an enormous amount of cheering is JT Whiplash!
ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for Mac here.
COREY TAYLOR: This is the dumbest idea Gordon’s ever had.
VINCENT BLACK: There is hope for you yet.
JT comes down to Mac’s body, lifting him up, pounding his body with forearms, fists, and then a swift kick to the midsection. JT grabs him in a front facelock,
bringing him down with a DDT onto the floor. JT whips him into the railing as Mac bounces back, JT delivers a back body that lays Mac out back first on
the floor. A buzzer sounds and JT nods up to Chad Kurtis before leaving to go back through the curtain, his job has been done. Chad looks at Mac from atop
the ladder, pointing out to the crowd before turning around and flipping off backwards with
ROB MARTINEZ: Best Moonsault Ever!
Chad connects solidly with BME, then pulls Mac up, rolling him into the ring for a pin attempt. Chad hooks the leg, rolling over to get more leverage.
One…
Two…
Thr
Kick-out! Mac rolls up a shoulder, Chad is stunned, the fans are stunned, for all we know Mac himself is stunned. Chad asks Alan if it was only a two count
and Alan nods that it was. Chad pulls Mac up to his feet, setting him up for the CK Finale. Chad lifts, but Mac brings his weight back down and flips Chad
over onto hisback. Mac, uses his momentum to bounce off the ropes to deliver a running punt kick to Chad’s head. Mac falls to one knee, looking up to the
bell and nods as he crawls towards the corner quickly. Chad is stirring, but only slightly as Mac climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Chad rolls over onto
his forearms and knees, but Mac rings the bell and from the back, rushes Chris Casino! The crowd boos heavily as Chad comes down to the ring, a smirk plastered
on his face.
ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for Chad, but will give Mac a chance to catch his breath.
COREY TAYLOR: This is a brilliant idea of Gordon’s, I’ll have to make sure and tell him so.
VINCENT BLACK: Casino taught Chad some things, but Casino is like most people and out only for himself. He won’t be happy after losing the Carolinas title
earlier tonight.
Chad slides into the ring, but not before grabbing a steel chair from a ringside fan. Chad gets up, looking for a bit of compassion from his former teacher.
Casino looks to contemplate it for a moment, Mac looks a bit worried. Casino puts all worries aside as he nails Chad in the face with the steel chair,
sending him to lay on his back, eyes closed. Chris flips him over onto his stomach before threading his arm through the steel chair. Casino smirks out
to the crowd before locking on an armbar, causing extreme amounts of pain to radiate throughout Chad’s body, especially his arm.
COREY TAYLOR: That will limit him performing some moves.
VINCENT BLACK: It won’t hinder his using the CK Finale, just check out the match between him and Steve Parker.
ROB MARTINEZ: So, are you saying that you like Chad Kurtis?
VINCENT BLACK: Hell no, can’t stand the guy, but his persistence is nearly unmatched.
Casino does as much damage as he can to Chad as Mac rests in the corner. The same buzzer sounds and Casino is forced to relinquish the hold, but Mac is
there to stomp away with his boots on the injured arm as Casino slides out of the ring. The crowd gives Casino as much hatred as they did when he showed
up, but he doesn’t care as he steps back through the curtain. Mac brings Chad up to his feet, pounding his fists into his face until Kurtis is in the corner.
Mac with a chop, another chop, and a third chop causing Chad’s chest to redden heavily. The crowd doesn’t woo at all as it is their favorite getting punished
here. Mac takes his boot and slides the steel chair underneath his spread feet. A boot to the gut of Chad Kurtis and a double underhook as Mac lifts, then
slams Chad’s face into the steel chair.
COREY TAYLOR: Steel City Sinner!
VINCENT BLACK: No one can doubt Mac’s tenacity.
ROB MARTINEZ: Fact is, Mac has yet to do anything heelish in this encounter.
Well, that changes as Mac takes the steel chair, slamming it into Chad’s groin back rest first, the men groan over and over and the women and little children
boo. Mac laughs as he calmly walks over to the bell hanging over the corner post, he climbs up and rings the bell confidently. Out from the back rushes
Jer$ey to a big pop. Mac looks confused as he quickly grabs the steel chair to help him out.
COREY TAYLOR: What is going on here?!
ROB MARTINEZ: It is a risk of ringing the bell, you can either get a friend or a foe.
VINCENT BLACK: Sort of like sleeping with a prostitute, you get a good time, but you will receive a gift that keeps on giving.
Mac swings the chair as Jer$ey hops up onto the ring apron, but Jer$ey leaps to the top rope, jumping off with a front kick that slams the chair right
into Mac’s face sending him backwards. Jer$ey leaps to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a flipping double knee drop on Mac’s face. Jer$ey hops up, playing
to the crowd and trying to help out Chad as much as he can. Jer$ey picks up the discarded steel chair, placing it on Mac’s face before he climbs to the
top turnbuckle again. Jer$ey leaps off with a double foot stomp on the chair as the buzzer sounds. Jer$ey slaps Kurtis a bit to wake him up and Chad nods
his thanks, but looks to be out of it as well. Jer$ey heads to the back as Chad struggles up to his feet. Chad sways from side to side as he falls against
the ropes, but stumbles over to Mac where he makes a cover.
One…
Two…
Th
Kick-out!
ROB MARTINEZ: How?!
VINCENT BLACK: Determination.
COREY TAYLOR: Stubbornness.
Chad boots Mac in the gut, going for the CK Finale again, but he just can’t seem to lift the challenger up, his arm is hurting too much and there is no
momentum to help him out. Chad nods out of frustration as he delivers a DDT instead, he grunts and holds at his arm in pain as he gets back up to his feet.
Chad stumbles as he runs to the ropes. Chad leaps up to the top rop, seeming to run up the ropes, springing off with a springboard 450 splash onto Mac.
ROB MARTINEZ: Primetime Splash!
VINCENT BLACK: It may be over.
Chad hooks the leg, going for another pin.
One…
Two…
Thr
Mac gets a shoulder up just as Alan Stone was going down for the third mat slap. Chad holds at his arm as he climbs to the top turnbuckle, he nods as he
rings the bell, he knows the risks, but his arm is killing him. As the crowd boos, Chad turns around to see Krusty Kid Paul saunter down from the back,
Chad readies himself, he knew the risk. KKP is carrying Bertha with him to the ring and waggles it in Chad’s direction before stepping up the steps and
onto the ring apron. Chad wastes no time as he dives for KKP through the ropes, but KKP brings Bertha, the double sided purple dildo wrapped in barbed
wire, down on Chad’s cranium. KKP pulls the wire out of Chad’s skin and a bit more of Chad’s blood floods down his body, this just down his face. Paul
pulls Chad back through the ropes as he sets him up,Berthaagainst Chad’s throat.
COREY TAYLOR: K-Cutter!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is out cold!
VINCENT BLACK: If we could only be so lucky.
Mac is moving again, all be it slowly, but he is moving again. KKP pulls Mac up to his feet, draping him across the Rebel World Champion as he leaves the
ring, thanks to the buzzer.
One…
Two…
Thre
Shoulder up! Chad manages to get his shoulder up and KKP is shocked! He makes to head back into the ring, but instead turns his back to leave through the
curtain once again. Mac is furious as he pulls Chad back up, pounding his now bloody face with his meaty forearms. Mac lifts him to a seated position on
the top turnbuckle, superplex onto the steel chair. Mac hooks the leg, making a second quick cover.
One…
Two…
Thre
Shoulder up! Mac yells that Alan Stone needs to hurry the count, because that was definitely three! Alan Stone signals that it was two and Mac gets right
up into his face, spit flying as he argues his case. Mac turns around as Chad is struggling up to his feet, but Mac has the steel chair in hand now and
just waits on Chad to get back up. Chad does, Mac swings, but Chad falls back to a prone position. Mac’s momentum carries him on around with the force
of the missed blow. Chad kips up to his feet, ducking under another swing sweeping Mac’s legs out from under him and causing him to land face first on
the steel chair. Chad lays there though, catching his breath, gasping and trying to regain some composure. Chad rolls up to a vertical position.
ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man going to give up here.
COREY TAYLOR: It is the main title Rob, would you?
VINCENT BLACK: When you hold that belt, it as though nothing can touch you.
Mac is on his knees and forearms, Chad runs, stepping on Mac to bounce off the other side of ropes. Mac up to just a kneeling position, Chad bounces back
with a flip over Mac while he catches his head to bring him down with a neckbreaker. Chad doesn’t make the cover because he is holding his arm, the arm
injured in his match with Steve Parker and most recently re-injured by the hands of Chris Casino. Mac somehow forces himself up to a seated position, holding
at his neck while Chad gets up to his knees as well. As one, both men stand up, blood and sweat mixing together on their bodies. Mac is wearing a crimson
mask from the shot received by Jer$ey and Chad’s assualt by Bertha. Collar and elbow lockup in the center of the ring. Chad with a wristlock into a hammerlock,
but Mac reverses into one of his own. Chad rolls forward flipping Mac over, wincing at the use of his arm. Mac lands on his feet though, hitting the ropes,
but Chad hits the ropes as well. Chad with a flying crossbody, but Mac catches him in mid-flight. Mac smirks at his luck, but Chad wiggles until each of
his knees are on either side of Mac’s neck. Chad flips Mac over onto the mat and is up again quickly. Chad hits the ropes as Mac lays on the mat, baseball
slide into the side of Mac’s face. Chad gets himself up, climbing the turnbuckle, he rings the bell for the third and final time for him. Out from the
back is one of the biggest men in Rebel Pro, Mack. He calmly walks down to the ring, a smirk planted on his face as well. He steps over the top rope into
the ring, Chad looks a bit weary, from the match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mack is going to destroy Mac!
COREY TAYLOR: This stipulation is retarded.
VINCENT BLACK: What is retarded is the fact that no one has signed up for my Fantasy Baseball group yet.
Mack stares at Macculloch, a not so confident look on his face, his hand outstretched and hoping for a handshake or forgiveness? Mack walks over, grasping
the hand and pulls him in for a chokeslam. Mac lands on the overused and very dented steel chair, busting him open further. Mack smiles as he flips backwards
out of the ring, smiling all the way through the curtain. In the ring both men are on their backs, moving only to breathe. The crowd is trying to get Chad
back up to his feet, but it is working very slowly. On the other hand, no one cares if Mac gets back up after his betrayal of them. Chad is against the
ropes, pulling himself up, bloody, exhausted, and hurting. Mac pulls himself up on the other side of the ring, very much slower the same feeling crossing
his features. Mac is closer to the bell, but decides against it for the moment. They meet back in the center of the ring, Mac slamming the point of his
elbow into Chad’s bloody forehead backing him up against the ropes. Mac looks to Billy in the front row.
MAC: “I still say he is a bag of sheep dung!”
Chad fires back with a right hand catching Macculloch off guard as he yells at little Billy and his dad. Chad whips Mac across the ring, Chad hits the
ropes, ducking down into a forward roll to spring up with a clothesline that staggers Mac against the ropes. Chad hits the side ropes, coming off with
a swinging neckbreaker that brings Mac down to his back. Chad gets up to his feet quickly.
CHAD: “Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The crowd is roaring their approval as Chad brings Mac up to a kneeling position.
VINCENT BLACK: Mac had better hope he is able to ring that bell, because Chad can no longer ring it.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad is setting up for the CK Finale!
COREY TAYLOR: I think Mac is playing dead.
Chad lifts up, but screams out in pain as he drops Mac to hold at his leg where blood is trickling down. Chad brings Mac’s head up and blood is dripping
down his chin where he just bit Chad on the leg. Mac fires a right fist into Chad’s midsection before shoving him into the corner with his shoulderblock.
Kurtis folds up in the corner, but Mac climbs up, placing his feet in Chad’s midsection and falling backwards to flip Chad out of the corner and slide
across the ring into the corner where the bell is at. Mac falls down to one knee, wiping his mouth, before he walks over. Mac climbs up the turnbuckle
and goes to ring the bell when Chad reaches up pulling his tights. Mac kicks out and connects with the bell as he falls back to slam on the canvas with
his head and neck, but in a pinning position.
One…
Bubba J rushes out from the back, eyeing the ring.
Two…
Bubba J slides into the ring and begins to stomp a perverbial mudhole in The Show’s hide as the crowd fills the building with boos.
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Bubba J!
COREY TAYLOR: He was Mac’s third choice! But why?!
VINCENT BLACK: Beer, Bubba J’s biggest weakness. I knew all along, he told me earlier.
Bubba J whips Chad Kurtis into the ropes, Chad rebounds and tries to catch Bubba J in a swinging neckbreaker but Bubba J blocks it. He spins Chad around,
boot to the gut.
COREY TAYLOR: Trailer Park Trash! Chad’s done for.
VINCENT BLACK: I agree, that move hurts no matter the man’s size.
ROB MARTINEZ: Felt it before have you?
VINCENT BLACK: Oh yeah, it hurts.
Bubba J picks Mac up, slapping him awake and Mac nods that he is awake. Bubba J makes sure and Mac nods.
BUBBA J: “You didn’t give me enough beer! You cheap sum-bitch! I expect more at Hardcore Drinking tomorrow!”
Mac falls as the buzzer sounds and Bubba J leaves the ring, giving the fans the finger. Mac falls on top of Chad Kurtis. Bubba J walks backwards, watching
the match unfold.
One…
Two…
Thre
Shoulder up! Bubba J’s jaw drops as Mac looks for confirmation that it was only two. Mac pulls Chad up to his feet, now angry at the referee, he sets Chad
up for the Celtic Burial. Chad with a fist into his gut rushes past him to run up the turnbuckle.
ROB MARTINEZ: Breeze”
COREY TAYLOR: Show off.
VINCENT BLACK: The Show-off” Chad Kurtis.
Chad boots the stunned Mac in the midsection, lifting him up.
COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!
VINCENT BLACK: The damn CK Finale.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!
Mac rolls out of the ring, pissed but knowing he will get another day at Chad Kurtis. Chad is handed the Rebel Pro World title, he holds it high over his
head in celebration.
Just then, “My Michelle” by GNR assault’s the crowd’s eardrums. Marcus Marion, as cocky as ever, makes a dash down to the ringside area, he is dressed
like he just stepped off the fairway. White polo shirt, black slacks. He has an expensive gold watch, probably Bulgari around his wrist.
ROB MARTINEZ: what is e doing down here?
Marion jumps into the ring, immediately blindsiding Kurtis with a stiff clothesline. COREY TAYLOR: Kick his ass Marcus.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has just had a hell of an intense match and now this vulture wants his pickings?
Marion then ties the already fatigued Kurtis to the ring ropes, then calls for a mic. Getting close to his face, the World title obsessed newcomer, Marion,
begins.
MARCUS MARION: Kurtis, wake up.
Marion thumps The World Champion in the head with the microphone, teasing him. This infuriates the fans.
MARCUS MARION: I…said…WAKE UP!
Marion strikes Kurtis in the head again with the mic.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is enough!
VINCENT BLACK: Kurtis’ eyes are red with anger, but he is unable to do anything about it.
MARCUS MARION: Chad, you look a little uncomfortable, let me loosen those ropes.
Kurtis attempts to kick Marion, hitting nothing but air as Marion sidesteps. Marion then teases freeing Kurtis, the fans, in full support of Kurtis, boo
the hated blonde.
MARCUS MARION: On second thought…
Marion, with full velocity, kicks Kurtis directly in the groin. The males in the audience go: OOH! OOH!
MARCUS MARION: Hey, you asked for it. I had every intention of freeing you from the mouse trap. However, Kurtis, you had to take a swipe at me. Look where
that got you. Take a long hard look at yourself. You let me see you sweat. You’re flustered. You’re frustrated. You can’t even defend yourself. And here
I thought you had upper management written all over you. You’re USELESS to me. Well…almost. You see that World title?
Marion points to the World title lying dormant in the center of the ring. At that moment, “Money to Blow” hits the speakers as Mack and Jer$ey rush out
to help their Yung Mula comrad. Half-way down the aisle, as Marion looks a bit worried, but it looks fake.
ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes help!
Two men jump the barricade. Shut Down nails Mack in the forehead with a hubcap as Freak jumps from the barricade with a roundhouse kick right to Jer$ey’s
face.
COREY TAYLOR: Or so you thought.
Yung Mula are out cold in the aisle way as The Freak and Shut Down nod up to Marcus, in the ring, and motion for him to continue.
MARCUS MARION: Of course you do. Can you touch it, I suppose, is the real question. Well, I’m waiting. Can you?
Marion takes the mic, obnoxiously thumping it over Kurtis’ head for a third time.
MARCUS MARION: That’s a good boy. See, now we are getting somewhere. Now we are making some progress. You’ve made a fine living off defending these lepers
in the seats (the camera pans to the audience). Lepers, not fans, you heard me correctly. Ever wonder why they sit behind guardrails, away from everybody
else? It’s because they MUST be controlled. They are completely unsanitary. They are the retarded cousin locked away in the attic. Public display of affection,
Kurtis, that’s a no-no. They cannot possibly live amongst the rest of us. They are a disease. A dim-witted disease that slowly and surely, rots the bones.
Like cancer. But much worse. You’ve high-fived enough of “them” to know what I mean. So you’ve been infected. You need a cure. Guess whose got the antidote?
Marcus pauses, letting the words sink in.
MARCUS MARION: After all, it’s not the healthy that need a doctor. But the sick.
Marion gives a disingenious smile to Kurtis, flashing his Hollywood whites. The fans, if they could, would physically boo Marion out of the building.
MARCUS MARION: You think these, ahem, things, care about you? Did they care about Kyle Roberts? He was the “face” of Rebel Pro, when’s the last time his
name came up in casual conversation? Oh wait, you can’t say, can you? Sunshine, this is a what-have-you-done-for-me lately business. In two years, you’ll
be forgotten. Someone more handsome. More virile and younger will take your place. He’ll pose on the cover of Playgirl magazine And you? You’ll be a grandfather
before you hit forty. And why? It’s because it’s the nature of this business. This profession works in cycles. In loops.
Marcus pauses for another quick breath.
MARCUS MARION: Loops, Kurtis, you can’t always be apart of.
Kurtis seethes. He tries his best to free himself from the ropes, to no avail.
MARCUS MARION: (Grabbing the World title, slinging it over his shoulder). So, how do I look? Come on, I’ve got a thick skin. I can handle the truth. If
you think this match is just about the World title you are a damn fool. It’s MUCH greater than that. It’s about who is the man in this federation. Is it
The Show. Is it The Revolutionary? I am the most talked about blood that has passed through these doors in two years. I didn’t come here to play house.
I didn’t sign on the dotted line to be the V.P., your number 2.
Marcus pats the World title.
MARCUS MARION: I came here to give you what you deserved.
Marion kisses the World title, getting a rise out of Kurtis, then wallops him in the face with the gold, instantly busting him open, even further if possible.
MARCUS MARION: At Birthday Bash 2010, we dance. See you soon, champ.
Marion drops the mic, the fans booing him mercilessly. He laps up the boos. Then makes his exit.
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Credits
Opening Segment-Greg, Brody, Bean
KKP vs David Cage-Kent
The Freak vs Marcus Marion-Brad, Christian, Bean
JT Whiplash vs Aeolus Wrath-Bean
Chris Casino vs Johnny Maverick-Greg/Bean
Chad Kurtis vs Macculloch-Bean
Yung Mula segments-Greg/Bean