The show started off very disappointing with some bad news as Larry Gordon, currently the General Manager of Rebel Pro, coming out to deliver the bad news before taking his place at the Announcers’ table. Larry told us that Simon Kalis had been injured in a bad accident and his return date would hopefully be shortly after the new year began. However, that was not all of the bad news as we were told that Jaice Wilds was unable to attend because of problems at the airport, something happened to the airplane and it was unable to take off in time for him to make it to the event here tonight. Mikey Massacre was set to be here, since he believes that the event is named after himself, but his plane ticket was mysteriously misplaced and he could not make it to the event either. The crowd was getting a bit restless at this point, but Larry Gordon got them back into the spirit by announcing that the rest of the event was still on and they would be getting their money’s worth as they still had the Aggression Title match, the 3 Stages

of Hell match, among the couple of others to set the card up nicely. The crowd began a slow and low chant of Rebel Pro, but what do you expect when one of the most hated men in Rebel Pro, Mikey Massacre, isn’t even at the event and one of the most charismatic high fliers in Jiace Wilds isn’t there either?

Jenny Jersey announced that to liven things up, they were fixing to have the first of the three stages of Hell match right f’ing now! The crowd jumped to their feet, thinking in the beginning that all three matches would be back to back; but loving this change of their plans. Hostile came out to a very loud booing crowd, along with a bit of trash throwing, but when Taboo came out the crowd popped to their feet and tossed him good luck shouts, we love you chants, and suplex his ass back to hell shout from a drunken fan sitting at the ramp. Taboo stepped into the ring, facing off against Hostile as Jenny Jersey indicated for all people to look at the Rebeltron, also known as Megavision. Up on the screen was three different match stipulations:

1. Barbed Wire Mayhem
2. Tables, Tables, and Tables.
3. Barbed Wire Ladder Match.

Jenny then asked for the AV tech to show only one choice before asking the fans to yell for their favorite one. The first choice, the Barbed Wire Mayhem got a loud ovation, a bit more than the second and third choice, so these two men would face off in a Barbed Wire Mayhem match to start off the 3 Stages of Hell contest. Hostile and Taboo didn’t wait for Jenny to get out of the ring as their hatred for one another just got the best of them and while she dove out of the ring and the techs were placing barbed wire every where, they begaan to exchange blow after blow in the center of the ring. Hostile, injured hands and all, kept up with the Suplex Machine Taboo, with his bad back and all. Taboo was able to nail a belly to belly, but when he tried to roll through, Hostile nailed him in the cock and balls with a lifted knee which halted all of Taboo’s progress and energy. Hostile then proceeded to rake his face in a mass of barbed wire before piledriving him through a pile of it as well. Taboo was busted open early and with wire sticking out of his flesh, continued the fight by turning a bit of the wire around his fist and nailing Hostile in the crotch as well. Hostile held himself, just the opening that Taboo needed to suplex him out of the ring and into a mass of barbed wire on top of a table, causing it to crash down to the floor while sending up chunks of table. Taboo lept from the top rope, coming down with a cannonball type move, sending Hostile even deeper into the mess of wire and flesh tearing material. Taboo then wrapped some of the wire around Hostile’s throat, dragging him around the ring while periodically stomping on him to keep him subdued. Hostile finally managed to get up to his knees and feet behind Taboo, who turned around right into a head butt then several kicks to the midsection. Hostile then beat Taboo senseless against the ringpost before lawn darting him into the post, ripping a chunck of flesh off his forehead. Hostile wasn’t finished yet though as he shoved several inches of wire into Taboo’s mouth before climbing up top with him for a big time move. Hostile threw Taboo off the top rope and used the wire around Taboo’s neck to yank him back, the wire digging into Taboo’s throat and sending rivelets of blood cascading down to the canvas. Hostile then leaped from the top turnbuckle with the New Jersey Headshot, but Taboo showed amazing speed and determination by jumping up and nailing a snap vertical suplex for a surprise pin and win. Everyone in the arena was surprised, but pleased at this turn of the match, but Taboo was leaning over the middle rope, flesh hanging down and blood pouring from his throat and face.

Vincent Black came out, microphone in hand, along with his bandaged forearm and declared that he was too injured to wrestle. The crowd began to boo, but Vincent told them that he injured it when a fan tried to attack him at some autograph signing at Hardcore Drinkin’s opening in Valdosta over the last weekend. Gordon, sitting at the table, nodded in sympathy as though he knew this was going to happen. After Gordon said something about the show going to shit, he climbed to his feet and indicated that Bobby Lee would be facing JT Whiplash instead so that this show wouldn’t be down to just two matches. JT Whiplash came out and faced off against Vincent, saying something like if he can wrestle with a bad neck, then Vincent can wrestle with a bruised forearm, if he wasn’t too wimpy to take him on. Vincent said that he would, but that his forearm may be fractured and he’d really hate to accidentally drop JT on his bad neck and break it for good, he’d like to leave something for Bubba J to kick. Mentioning Bubba J, the Ragin’ Redneck came out of the crowd and plastered JT with a steel chair before stomping a literal mud hole in his Copperhead ass then walking that sumbitch dry. JT tried to fight back, but Bubba J just simply caught hiim by surprise and both he and Vincent Black destroyed the Confederate Copperhead, much to the booing of the crowd before Hardcore Entertainment destroyed JT with a powerbomb into an inverted stunner, trying to literally break JT’s neck. Bubba J spit on Whiplash before walking out of the ring with Vincent, to the booing of the fans, and trash throwing as well. Linzi asked Larry what he was going to do now, but Gordon didn’t have much to say as the Merry Time Massacre show was just going down the toilet. Then Bobby Lee came down the entrance ramp at a dead run, looking to pick up a victory over JT Whiplash, since his name was mentioned to now be facing the Confederate Copperhead.

In the ring Bobby Lee covered JT for a count of nearly three, but JT was able to kick out before the final slap of the mat, this causing Bobby Lee to back up and begin whimpering. However Bobby showed some fortitude as he went back to work, thinking that JT was nearly dead in the ring. Bobby Lee with a spinning roundhouse kick, that resembled a unspinning squarehouse foot shove, pissed JT off even further. JT nailed him with a fist to the face and that was pretty much his entire offensive strategy, punch after freaking punch to the face and mixing in a few gut kicks in there as well. JT was showing an unjusual amount of anger and violence as he was taking his frustrations out on the unfortunate Bobby Lee’s body in this inprompto match. JT nailed Bobby with a elevated spinebuster before going outside and wrapping a table in barbed wire and then putting Bobby Lee through the table once, then the debris three times before finally staying for the cover; the entire time mouthing the same name over and over… “Bubba J”. Linzi mentioned that she doesn’t think JT Whiplash was fighting Bobby Lee, that he may have been seeing Bubba J all the way. Larry said that he had to agree with her in that assessment.

Jenny stepped into the ring and indicated that the fans had to choose the second stipulation for the 3 Stages of Hell match, their choices were up on Megavision.

1. Barbed Wire Ladder Match
2. Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match.
3. Barbed Wire Bra and Panties Match.

The fans voted, it seemed to be really close, but the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs narrowly beat out the Barbed Wire Bra and Panties match, by like a clap or two at the most. Hostile and Taboo came out and both men seemed to be the worse for wear as the confronted the other in the center of the ring; a ladder, a chair, and a table already set up for their convenience. Several tense moments before both men began to just beat the hell out of each other with fists again, Hostile able to nail Taboo right in the face with the chair, but Taboo, with his strength, nailed Hostile in the ribs with the table. Hostile doubled over in pain, but was able to counter with an uppercut to Taboo’s chin that rocked him back. Hostile set up the table and then climbed the ladder, putting Taboo through the table with a body splash from the top. Hostile then went on a dominating run beating the weary and blood lacking Taboo with shot after vicious shot, the beating seeming to go on for 20 minutes, but it was only actually like five or so. However Taboo countered a big move from the top of the ladder by rolling out of the way and sending Hostile’s face through, yes actually through the steel chair. Ok, actually the seat of the chair broke, but still it had to be painful as all get out. Taboo then went on a seven minute offensive concluding with a top of the ladder German Suplex onto a steel chair and barbed wire covered table, but his neck suffered as well as he was unable to make a pin attempt quickly enough. However, Taboo didn’t let Hostile stop him that easily, he lifted Hostile up for another suplex, but Hostile slammed Taboo’s nose with a backwards headbutt and then a DDT before delivering his finisher from the top of the ladder for the pin and the win.

The third match between Hostile and Taboo was determined to be a regular Rebel Pro match, where any thing can happen. Taboo came out, bloody, weary, and without very much energy to fill his body; however Hostile came out pretty much in the same boat. They stood across from each other in the center of the ring, neither man willing to quit and both willing to kill themselves to defeat the other man. They went back and forth in this the third and final match of the 3 Stages of Hell match, both using chairs, tables, electrical cords, and anything and everything that they could get their hands on. Hostile even took the stitched forehead of Taboo and ripped it open to pull at the flesh and blind him. He then put Taboo literally through the ring, as part of it collapsed; but the match continued. Hostile was able to use a variety of technical holds to further injure Taboo, but he was unable to hit his finisher as Taboo pulled a steel chair in front of him to block it. Hostile was out on his feet for the next several minutes as Taboo nailed move after move, even another suplex to the outside; this one from the top turnbuckle through the Announcers’ table for added emphasis. But in the end, the injuries suffered in the first match and the blood blinding him, Hostile was able to counter a move and nail Taboo with a barbed wire assisted superkick and then his finisher for a pin and the win. The fans gave both men a rising ovation for their effort and their three matches here tonight as they bled, fought, bled, fought, and bled and fought some more here tonight to hopefully or hopefully not end their feud.

The next and final match of Merry Time Massacre was to be a Massacre’s Surprise match. Luckily for us he sent his choice in before his plane ticket was mysteriously lost. Massacre’s choice was to be a technical match, the end of the match would only come after a pinfall or submission. The match started off with Justin Case coming down to ringside, followed by Jamie Flynn, and then the Aggression Champion himself coming down. Flynn and Maverick got the cheers, but Case only got beers… tossed on his talented body from several drunken fans, not all of which were men. Well the match started out with both Flynn and Maverick working on Case, but Maverick and Flynn started to attack each other similtaneously, which allowed Case to rest his talented bones. Flynn went for a karate kick, but Maverick was able to catch it and quickly turn it into an ankle lock submission; but Case was right there to knee Johnny in the skull to prevent him from retaining his belt by causing Jamie to submit. Case then sent Maverick into the ropes, back body dropping him onto Flynn, but Jamie added to it with a double knee lift into Johnny’s back. Maverick rolled out of the ring where Hugh Aredone got involved choking Johnny with the cane. Case was then attacked from behind by Flynn and the two of them had a very good technical portion of a match. Several holds, counters, reversals, and all that technical stuff happened while they were facing each other in the Rebel Pro squared circle. On the outside Johnny was unable to gain leverage enough to break the choke hold, but a fan from ringside helped him out by nailing Hugh in the skull with a beer bottle, breaking it on the back of his skull. Johnny fell forward, trying to regain his breath when he was able to trip Case up as he tried to spring with a lionsault onto Jamie in the center of the ring. Case landed flat on his back and Johnny took advantage with a leap up to the apron, to the top rope, and a front flip into the ring with his leg coming across Case’s throat. Johnny went for a cover, but only got a count of two as Jamie pulled him off in hopes of him winning the Aggression Title. Johnny and Flynn then exchanged a very quick series of holds, counters, and reversals; with Case resting and coming up with another Millennium Game plan of sorts. Johnny released some mui tai kicks, but Jamie seemed to have scouted Maverick and pressed him with some of his own moves. Johnny then went to his MMA training, but Jamie was just a bit outmatched there, but only slightly and it probably helped that Case’s manager nailed Flynn with a set of platinum knuckles to bust Jamie open and then pull him over the top rope to the outside. Johnny and Case then locked horns, while Hugh handcuffed Jamie to the railing, preventing him from entering the match again. Johnny and Justin then went on a technical show for nearly twenty minutes as Jamie was repeatedly knocked in the head by Hugh Aredone, Justin’s manager, and not helped by the fans because of his lack of promoing. Case and Maverick put on a wrestling clinic that ended with a bridged German suplex from Maverick, after countering Justin’s German suplex. Hugh had slid in a chair and turned his back to go after Flynn again, but Maverick countered at the last second and Case’s head slammed onto the chair and Johnny held it for the pin and the win to retain his Aggression title. But a referee came down and said that the chair was in the way, Jimmy Johnson not seeing it as the bodies were in the way so the match continued and the other referee also unlocked Jamie from the railing, allowing him back into the match. The second referee stayed there to prevent Hugh from getting involved and he did a great job of that. The match continued with all three men really fighting each other, this match having gone on for over thirty five minutes, it showing on everyone, even Jamie who was systematically beaten on the outside by Hugh. The match finally ended just as Johnny hit his finisher on Jamie Flynn, but Case nailed his finisher and both men fell on Jamie Flynn. Jimmy Johnson and the other referee both counted, each at a different angle. Justin Case was declared the winner by the secondary referee while Johnny Maverick was declared the winner by Jimmy Johnson. Both men and referees looked to Larry Gordon for clarification, but he had no immediate answer; however he did get up and climb into the ring. After talking to both referees, he declared that the match was a draw at that point and that even though the match had gone on for 40 minutes at this point, the match will continue with just Justin Case and Johnny Maverick. Larry then climbed out of the ring while Jimmy Johnson stayed to be the only referee in the contest. The match continued, both men with renewed vigor and determination. They fought for another 15 minutes, exchanging hold for hold, move for move, counter for counter, and reversal for reversal; until Justin slipped up and Johnny hit All Bodies Murdered for the pin and the win.

The fans stood up, once again applauding all men involved and the show faded away with chants of Rebel Pro filling the speakers and the arena.

Intro

The slow electric guitar riff of Penance’s “Misgivings” begins to play, slowly picking up speed, but not too much speed.

A turkey dressed in a leather jacket turns his head from side to side.

~Out of the blackness
Comes the saving light~

“Gobble, gobble”

~Lifts me on wings
To a dizzying height~

As the screne slides into two different shots.

~I can’t believe it
I know I need it~

Shot one is on your left and features Rupurt the Kangaroo standing there in camo with a nicotene patch on his hairy arm(can’t let the smoke warn the animals); he’s holding a crossbow in his right paw.

~Revel in feelings
Of borrowed time ~

Shot 2 is that of the turkey lifting his head up, he notices something as he once again turns his head from side to side.

~Taking for granted
The things I thought were mine~

The shot on the left is now of the kangaroo and Jeremy Gold, who is whimpering like usual and this is the sound that the turkey has heard.

~Time is coming near
The day that I fear ~

Shot 2 shows the turkey taking one step.

~It’s just a matter of time ~

Rupurt pulls back on the trigger in shot 1.

~You give me feelings
I can’t replace ~

The arrow flies from shot 1 and as the two shots merge into one scene on the Rebeltron; the arrow flies through the turkey’s neck, trailing barbed wire which is attached to a sign.

~Inevitable way
Darkness has it’s day
Like a child to the grave
My future is paved ~

The sign reads…

~All I can do is wait… ~

“Rebel Pro… Fuck Yeah!”

-Aggression Title
Johnny Maverick(C) vs Finale

This was a very good display of Johnny’s talent and drive as he went after Finale with hardcore tactics and technical wrestling technique. However Finale hit a few moves where he was able to put Johnny on his heels, but Maverick was able to counter with some of his MMA training and used some martial arts techniques to quickly get the advantage back on his side. Finale went for his finisher, but after a vicious nearly neckbreaking kick to his chin, Johnny hit the ABM for a pin and the retain of his Aggression Championship.

Winner: Johnny Maverick 12:19

Guess Who’s Back…. Back Again….

The lights go out as we hear the bagpipe intro to “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle followed by “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing over the P.A. system as the REBEL Pro faithful rise to their feet and cheer loudly upon hearing that familiar music. We then see J.T. Whiplash wearing a “Tennessee Moonshine: Smooth But VOLatile” T-Shirt and trucker hat with beat-up acid wash blue jeans and Timberland work-boots with a neck brace and a bit of a sad smile on his face. He points to the fans and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd before walking to the ring, shaking hands with the fans as he steps inside the ring with a sad expression on his face.

Larry Gordon: It’s certainly great to see J.T. Whiplash back in a REBEL Pro ring, but you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time the fans will ever see him live in a REBEL Pro ring if the rumors are true…

Linzi Martin: There’s NO WAY J.T. Whiplash will ever retire… not like this! Whiplash lives, eats, sleeps, and breathes REBEL Pro. The man is the embodiment of this company, I just can’t imagine Whiplash walking away like this…

J.T. steps in the ring with the microphone and motions for the music to go off as he starts to lift the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”. Whiplash looks sadly at the fans trying to put on a brave front.

J.T. Whiplash: Welp, I reckon y’all have heard th’ rumor-mill a-spinnin’ ’bout my future here… so I’m a-gonna git down to th’ heart of th’ matter… a few months back, I got dropped on my head an’ cracked a vertabra and herniated two discs in my neck…

J.T. pauses to collect his thoughts.

J.T. Whiplash: Th’ doctors… are a-tellin’ me that if I git dropped on my head one more time… I could be a cripple or even be six feet under…

The fans get very quiet upon hearing this as Whiplash looks very distressed by what he’s about to say.

J.T. Whiplash: My family’s a-tellin’ me to hang up th’ boots… management’s a-tellin’ me that I don’t need to do this no more, that I’ve proved all I hafta prove… hell, even Bailey’s a-beggin’ me not to ‘rassle no more… I gotta admit, I’m a-gittin’ up there in years an’ maybe I’ve stayed too long… maybe I won’t ever be th’ same in th’ ring after this… I’ve had th’ weight of th’ world on my shoulders thankin’ ’bout this… do I hang up th’ boots an’ go into a backstage role here? Or do I keep a-rasslin’ cuz’ this… this is all I know. I’ve been a-doin’ some serious soul-searchin’ an’ been prayin’ to th’ Lord Almighty ’bout what I should do… that’s why at th’ end of th’ day… I-

Just then, “Badass” by Saliva begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz with anticipation upon what is about to happen. Bubba J steps from the back, a microphone already in his hand.

Bubba J: Ya wann know something JT…

JT looks on, the crowd looks on, and Bubba J waits.

Bubba J: I don’t believe a piece of that smelly shit that you are spewing.

The crowd is shocked, they figured these two men to get along fairly well.

Bubba J: You come in, you leave, you come back with an excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse.

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: I could go on and on and on a bit more but just like your career, your promos, your love interests… its the same old shit… and same old broken down c arcass every. single. time.

Bubba J spins around, indicating the entire fan base.

Bubba J: You(pokes JT in the chest) claim to love these people. You then leave them when they give you support. You were going to be invited into the Extreme Elite by both Vincent and myself. You have this crowd eating out of the palm of your hand… and then you claim to have been dropped on your head and cracked a verterbrae…

He spits on JT Whiplash.

Bubba J: I wrestled with a damned concussion, I fought against Simon Kalis with a concussion. I’ve got a piece of my ear that has yet to be found in that damned junkyard. I’ve bled buckets, poured tears of pain down my face, lost teeth, lost pounds, lost flesh, lost skin, lost brain cells to this company… and yet I was forced to leave because of my attitude. I didn’t leave on my own accord.

He scoffs.

Bubba J: And after my year and a half suspension, I came back JT. I was waiting on that day when I could return. I was waiting on the day to compete here… while you wait on an excuse to leave. Frankly Pops.

Another poke in the chest.

Bubba J: I’m good(poke) and(poke) damned(poke) tired(poke) of(poke) it(shove).

Alrighty Brody, here is my contribution. I didn’t do a whole lot, but here it is.

The lights go out as we hear the bagpipe intro to “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle followed by “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing over the P.A. system as the REBEL Pro faithful rise to their feet and cheer loudly upon hearing that familiar music. We then see J.T. Whiplash wearing a “Tennessee Moonshine: Smooth But VOLatile” T-Shirt and trucker hat with beat-up acid wash blue jeans and Timberland work-boots with a neck brace and a bit of a sad smile on his face. He points to the fans and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd before walking to the ring, shaking hands with the fans as he steps inside the ring with a sad expression on his face.

Larry Gordon: It’s certainly great to see J.T. Whiplash back in a REBEL Pro ring, but you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time the fans will ever see him live in a REBEL Pro ring if the rumors are true…

Linzi Martin: There’s NO WAY J.T. Whiplash will ever retire… not like this! Whiplash lives, eats, sleeps, and breathes REBEL Pro. The man is the embodiment of this company, I just can’t imagine Whiplash walking away like this…

J.T. steps in the ring with the microphone and motions for the music to go off as he starts to lift the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”. Whiplash looks sadly at the fans trying to put on a brave front.

J.T. Whiplash: Welp, I reckon y’all have heard th’ rumor-mill a-spinnin’ ’bout my future here… so I’m a-gonna git down to th’ heart of th’ matter… a few months back, I got dropped on my head an’ cracked a vertabra and herniated two discs in my neck…

J.T. pauses to collect his thoughts.

J.T. Whiplash: Th’ doctors… are a-tellin’ me that if I git dropped on my head one more time… I could be a cripple or even be six feet under…

The fans get very quiet upon hearing this as Whiplash looks very distressed by what he’s about to say.

J.T. Whiplash: My family’s a-tellin’ me to hang up th’ boots… management’s a-tellin’ me that I don’t need to do this no more, that I’ve proved all I hafta prove… hell, even Bailey’s a-beggin’ me not to ‘rassle no more… I gotta admit, I’m a-gittin’ up there in years an’ maybe I’ve stayed too long… maybe I won’t ever be th’ same in th’ ring after this… I’ve had th’ weight of th’ world on my shoulders thankin’ ’bout this… do I hang up th’ boots an’ go into a backstage role here? Or do I keep a-rasslin’ cuz’ this… this is all I know. I’ve been a-doin’ some serious soul-searchin’ an’ been prayin’ to th’ Lord Almighty ’bout what I should do… that’s why at th’ end of th’ day… I-

Just then, “Badass” by Saliva begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz with anticipation upon what is about to happen. Bubba J steps from the back, a microphone already in his hand.

Bubba J: Ya wann know something JT…

JT looks on, the crowd looks on, and Bubba J waits.

Bubba J: I don’t believe a piece of that smelly shit that you are spewing.

The crowd is shocked, they figured these two men to get along fairly well.

Bubba J: You come in, you leave, you come back with an excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse.

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: I could go on and on and on a bit more but just like your career, your promos, your love interests… its the same old shit… and same old broken down c arcass every. single. time.

Bubba J spins around, indicating the entire fan base.

Bubba J: You(pokes JT in the chest) claim to love these people. You then leave them when they give you support. You were going to be invited into the Extreme Elite by both Vincent and myself. You have this crowd eating out of the palm of your hand… and then you claim to have been dropped on your head and cracked a verterbrae…

He spits on JT Whiplash.

Bubba J: I wrestled with a damned concussion, I fought against Simon Kalis with a concussion. I’ve got a piece of my ear that has yet to be found in that damned junkyard. I’ve bled buckets, poured tears of pain down my face, lost teeth, lost pounds, lost flesh, lost skin, lost brain cells to this company… and yet I was forced to leave because of my attitude. I didn’t leave on my own accord.

He scoffs.

Bubba J: And after my year and a half suspension, I came back JT. I was waiting on that day when I could return. I was waiting on the day to compete here… while you wait on an excuse to leave. Frankly Pops.

Another poke in the chest.

Bubba J: I’m good(poke) and(poke) damned(poke) tired(poke) of(poke) it(shove).

J.T.’s eyes get really big and angry as he pie-faces Bubba J before charging over toward him and tackling him, injured neck be damned, with both men exchanging a flurry of fists at each other. Quickly, 12 security officers step in to attempt to break up the fracas.

Larry Gordon: OH MY GOD… I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing! I always thought these two got along!

Linzi Martin: And look at J.T. go! I don’t think he gives a damn at this point if he ends up in a wheelchair or even dead!

Larry Gordon: Fans, we’ll get to the bottom of this in the coming weeks, but right now, we’ve got to get these two separated before they kill each other!

General Manager Match
Justin Case vs Simon Kalis

These two men locked up in what promised to be one hellacious match, Case wanting Gordon back in a General Manager role, Simon just wanting to beat the hell out of Case to prevent that. It isn’t that Kalis and Gordon don’t get along, its just that Kalis has been pissed off by Justin’s antics over the past several months. Case with a side headlock, but Kalis with a set of brass knucks to the ribs, kidneys, and back to the ribs breaks the hold. Simon with a hip toss sends Case out of the ring and to the floor, near Hugh, but Simon leaps off the top rope taking Case out before he can get back into the ring. Case’s head slammed heavily into the ring barrier, but he was aware enough to exchange fists with Simon on the outside as they were both up against the railing. Simon whipped him forward into the apron, but Case showed a bit of atheleticism by springing back over Kalis and the dropkick sent Simon’s face into the ringpost with a resounding thunk. Simon spun around but Case sent another dropkick into his face that caused the back of his skull to make hard contact with the ringpost. Case with a bulldog tried to ram Simon’s head into the railing, but Simon was able to counter with an atomic drop, sending each of Justin’s legs on opposite sides of the railing. Simon with a chair swing smashed and dented the chair on the back of Case’s skull, toppling him over into the crowd. The crowd scattered, but Kalis wasn’t fast enough as Case shoved a broken bottle into Simon’s gut, dragging it from side to side and releasing a torrent of blood and tons of pain. Justin pressed his advantage by actually ripping Simon’s fake eye out and tossing it to a fan, but it landed in the fan’s beer instead; only to be sold on Ebay later that night. Simon reached out, pulling at Justin’s nose, but Case instead kicked him in the right knee sending him through the door with an Irish whip. Case followed through, carrying the broken bottle, but Simon was able to mulekick the door right into Justin’s face. The door smashed into Justin’s nose, busting and possibly breaking it before he fell backwards down the steps for about five feet. Justin gathered himself and slowly headed back up the few stairs to the top.

Justin shoved the door open with a dented chair, shoving a fan through ahead of himself, pointing to his head as the fain seemed to barely avoid a broom handle to the face. Case stepped on through, right into a Mr. Clean and bleach mixture to the face, causing him to scream and tear at his face as he fell down the steps at a rapid pace, thanks to the boot to the ass from Kalis. Simon stepped through the door, wearing yellow plastic gloves and a set of safety glasses and comes on down the steps after Justin Case, who is still clawing at his face and eyes. Simon bends down, but Case is somewhat ready as he flails his arms around and around, Hugh comes up from behind nailing Simon in the back of the neck with a cane shot. Simon drops the bottle he had pulled from his pocket, a bottle of acid of some sort. Case gets up, his face burnt and reddened horribly, probably a bit disfigured from the contact with whatever concoction Simon threw onto his face burning his flesh. Case pulls on the rubber gloves, pouring the acid onto Simon’s body before stomping the stuff into his flesh with the heels and soles of his boots. Simon is screaming in pain, but trying his best to hold it in, not wanting to give Case the satisfaction. Justin rolled Simon into the ring, going for Just Too Talented and thanks to the blind side and the blood in his other eye; Case is able to nail his finisher. Case makes the cover and gets a three count; Larry Gordon is now declared the new General Manager of Rebel Pro.

Winner: Justin Case 14:44

Suddenly, “Regulator” by CLUTCH hits and from the entrance ramp steps out… Simon Kalis?

Simon Kalis: Bravo, Case. You defeated an imposter. I hope that gives you warm feelings at night.

Kalis golf claps for Case and disappears as the fake Simon runs out of the ring.

Bubba J vs Mikey Massacre

Jenny Jersey: Rebel Pro fans! The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is happening for! The! First! Time! Ever!

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up in the speakers, as from the back to an arena full of booing fans, comes the Bearded Bastard himself, Mikey Massacre!

Jenny Jersey: From Alberqurque, New Mexico; I give you Rebel Pro Triple Crown Winner, of which Bubba J is not. I give you former Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion, of which Bubba J is not. I give you a legitimate Rebel Pro Icon, once again of which Bubba J is not… I give you Mikey Massacre!

The boos intensify as Jenny Jersey reads off what was put on the card in her hand, she reads it with a bit of distaste as the boos intensify even more while Mikey holds his hands up in the air for the crowd.

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers as the boos turn to cheers, the crowd is up on their feet, and Bubba J steps from the back, his taped fist held high up in the air; his gaze directed at Mikey Massacre with a smirk.

Jenny Jersey: Now introducing from Durham, North Carolina, a true Rebel Pro Icon, of which Mikey Massacre is just a glorified spot filler. A true Rebel’er, of which Mikey Massacre is just a name of non-importance. A man of 1000 ways to make you bleed, of which he’s going to employ 200 of them tonight just to save some for future matches cause he’s not gonna kill Mikey in just this one contest of Bubba J’s superiority… I give you Bubba J!

Bubba J slowly walks down the ramp, making sure to slap the hands of fans, but his gaze never leaves the face of Mikey Massacre; who in turn glares right back at him.

Ding Ding

These two Rebel Pro Icons, one actually in the Rebel Icon club and the other just a hopeful, square off for the first time ever in a ring of any kind. Jimmy Johnson dives out of the way as these two come together for a collar and elbow tieup; Bubba J has different plans as he nails Mikey in the face with a right fist knocking him backwards; but no blood. Mikey stumbles as he holds at his mouth and Bubba J presses his advantage with a kick at Mikey’s midsection, but Massacre catches the foot, leg whip into a atomic drop, following it up with a bulldog to the canvas. Mikey pulls Bubba J back up, another bulldog, he pulls him up once more and delivers a third consecutive bulldog, holding on to this one for a bit longer.

Linzi Martin: Three consecutive bulldogs after that atomic drop.

Larry Gordon: Mikey going back to his roots for a bit here.

Mikey pulls Bubba back up, going for a possible fourth bulldog, but J shoves him into the corner chest first, and Mikey slams hard enough to bounce back out. Neckbreaker out of the corner from Bubba J.

Larry Gordon: A technical move from the Hardcore Hellion Bubba J there.

Linzi Martin: And Mikey is sent over the top rope with a boot to the ass.

Mikey’s shoulder slams onto the corner of the apron as he is launched outside and here comes Bubba J off the top turnbuckle with a double axe handle smash right onto Mikey’s shoulder/neck area. J rolls off and is immediately whipping Mikey into the railing, but he reverses and J is sent shoulder first into the railing which shoves it back a few inches on the floor. J comes back with both arms windmilling in the air, hoping that one of them connects at least. Mikey with a drop toe hold sends J’s chin slamming hard onto the ring apron before he locks on a crossface chicken wing on the outside; where Mikey starts screaming at the Ragin’ Redneck.

Mikey: No rules Bubba J! You can’t give up out here!

J rears back clocking Mikey in the skull with a ring wrench, forcing him to release the hold. J shoves up to his feet, a bit of blood coming from his chin and swings the wrench down in a golfing swing connecting solidly with Mikey’s jaw that forces him to roll over. J presses his advantage a bit more, wincing as his shoulder is a bit sore now. J swings the wrench down.

Larry Gordon: He’s gonna kill Mikey!

Linzi Martin: Damn, I just came already.

Larry Gordon: Do… do… do… what?

Linzi Martin: I just came right down to this table and the match is almost already over. What did you think I meant?

Larry Gordon: Um…. nothing Linzi, nothing at all.

Linzi Martin: Dirty old man.

Mikey catches the head of the wrench, pulling J’s face into the steel ring post, Mikey tosses the tool away with distaste as J’s trying to uncross his eyes. Mikey with a leaping clothesline takes him down and he quickly rolls Bubba back into the ring where there are no weapons. Mikey stomps down on J’s face a couple of times, but is concentrating heavily on his arm and shoulder. Mikey pulls him up and for no apparent reason delivers a Everplex(top rope exploder suplex). Mikey had no need to go up top, but wanted to show the crowd how technically sound he can be. Mikey gets in J’s face, grinning down at him and mouthing off until J shoves two fingers into Mikey’s eyes and forces the bearded bastard backwards with his eyes running and him being effectively blind.

Linzi Martin: Such a dirty move.

Larry Gordon: Well, Bubba J never claimed to fight fair.

Linzi Martin: Oh, I know, I love the dirty moves.

J rolls out of the ring and comes back in with a steel chair that he taps lightly on the canvas as though he’s preparing his swing. Mikey stumbles forward right into the most vicious chair shot in recent Rebel Pro Baseball! Mikey falls against the ropes bouncing back into a second shot, a third, a fourth, and the fifth one busts Mikey open over his forehead. Mikey slumps in the corner, perhaps out cold, and here comes Bubba J with an extremely ackward looking bronco buster, but Massacre manages to somehow get a knee up and J slams his own crotch on the raised knee and turns immediately green with nausea. Mikey pulls himself up, looks down at the chair with hatred, and tosses it out of the ring. Mikey lifts J up, German suplex sends J’s neck crashing down on the canvas; he rolls over and lifts him up a second time and delivers a second German suplex, following it with a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, nineth, and a tenth as they complete the circuit around the ring. The toss slams J’s realing head and shoulders hard onto the canvas where he folds up like an accordion in the corner and people are beginning to wonder if his neck may be broken.

Linzi Martin: What a circuit of German suplexes there.

Larry Gordon: I know we’ve never seen that in Rebel Pro before, but I’m wondering if its ever been seen in the world of wrestling?

Mikey lifts Bubba J back up, there is no need, but he delivers a Kurtisplex(Backdrop Driver) to the center of the ring and sits back and waits as J just lays there unconscious. Mikey wipes at the blood on his face, getting it out of his eyes as we notice for the first time that the series of German suplexes have busted the back of J’s skull open and a bulge is coming from his right shoulder.

Larry Gordon: I think that Bubba J’s right shoulder may be dislocated!

Linzi Martin: Mikey really showing that technical wrestling has its merits here in Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: So, you are a fan of technical wrestling?

Linzi Martin: Hell no, I still ove blood, chairs, and weapons.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Mikey walks over, lifting Bubba J back up to his feet and delivering a Mannyplex(katahajime suplex) just because he can; the move sends J’s dislocated shoulder hard into the canvas as he lands. Mikey nonchalantly goes for the first cover in the match.

Larry Gordon: I think this is merely academic now.

One!

Linzi Martin: I have to agree with you, Bubba J isn’t even moving; we may need to get the paramedics out here to assist him.

Two!

Three!

NO!

Bubba J kicks out by throwing his injured right shoulder up.

Larry Gordon: My gawd! He kicked out!

Linzi Martin: I never doubted for a second.

Jimmy holds up two fingers as the crowd yells “Twooooooo”, Mikey is furious and up in Jimmy’s face for the obviously slow count. J rolls to his left side, the bulge is out of his right shoulder, perhaps the Mannyplex knocked it back into its socket? Anyways, J gets up on his knees, crawling slowly up behind Massacre, who is still yelling and berating Jimmy for his inability to count at the right pace. Mikey’s face is turning red from anger, until it turns green from his own nausea as Bubba J has a death grip on his balls and a grin of knowing the torture on his face. Mikey is yelling in a saprano tone as he is forced at ball point to follow wherever Bubba J wants to take him, because he literally has him by the balls.

Larry Gordon: Bubba J has Mikey, literally, by the balls!

Linzi Martin: And he’s climbing up to the top turnbuckle!

J grabs a reverse facelock, somehow forcing Mikey to follow him up the corner and J dives forward off the top turnbuckle, causing Mikey to flip over and land on his back, but his hands go immediately to his now freed balls. J rolls on over, windmilling his arm to prevent it from stiffening up as Mikey groans in pain. Bubba J walks over, stomping down on Mikey’s hand, which are protective at the moment, and then lifts him up for a stumppulling piledriver center ring. J rolls out of the ring, sliding in a steel char(from earlier) a table, several bags of thumbtacks, a spool of barbed wire, cancer causing light tubes, and a copy of Chyna’s book.

Larry Gordon: Oh no, what is he going to do with that.

Linzi Martin: This may even be too far for Bubba J.

J sets up the table and dumps the bags of tacks all over the ring before slamming Mikey onto the table. Bubba J then begins to wrap the spool of barbed wire on top of Mikey, securing him to the table before repeatedly laying the light tubes in easy reach. J sits the chair up, one leg slightly crooked and opens up Chyna’s book. Mikey begins to yell out in pain as Bubba J reads.

Bubba J: “Chapter One.”

J looks up at Mikey, who is screaming and promptly brings a light tube down across his face, causing it to shatter into hundreds of pieces, several going into Mikey’s mouth which causes him to spit madly. Bubba J picks the book back up, since Mikey is silent.

Larry Gordon: He’s damned determined to read that book.

Linzi Martin: I think I’m going to be sick.

Bubba J: Chapter One.

Mikey promptly begins screaming again, J looks up annoyed now and closes the book setting it down and picking up three light tubes, busting them over Mikey’s face, shutting him up as he tries to spit out glass and powder.

Bubba J: I’m trying to read you a bed time story asshole, cause you fixin’ to go to sleep!

Mikey spits a bloody wad of spit into J’s face, which promptly pisses him off. J rolls out of the ring as Mikey struggles to free himself; Bubba J rolls back in, stomping over to Mikey.

Bubba J: I didn’t want to have to do this…

He unfolds the object to reveal Chyna’s Playboy issue; Mikey is shaking his head furiously as J unfolds it to the centerfold and places it on Mikey’s face; screaming is heard from under the magazine.

Linzi Martin: That is way beyond anything I thought to see here tonight.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, think I’m fixing to throw up too.

J climbs up top, preparing to come off with a big time body splash and he dives!

But at the last instant, Mikey rolls over and shoves the magazine centerfold into Bubba J’s face and he goes crashing through the table, screaming and clawing at his face and eyes.

Larry Gordon: That is utterly inhumane.

Linzi Martin: That is way beyond hardcore.

Mikey rolls the now unconscious and extremely bloody Bubba J over, placing the magazine on top of his face to keep him there. Mikey takes the time to clean the ring of every single piece of debris.

Larry Gordon: Not to mention Bubba J cleaned up a bunch of those tacks as well when he landed and rolled over.

Linzi Martin: Mikey’s got a broom and is sweeping, actually sweeping the ring clear of debris.

Mikey now has the ring clear of debris and climbs to the top turnbuckle before he turns, bows, and delivers the Sellout(top rope frog splash)!

He covers.

Larry Gordon: This has to be academic.

One!

Linzi Martin: That is what you said before.

Mikey stares at Jimmy Johnson.

Two.

Bubba J isn’t moving.

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and able to choose the next match stipulation in the series… Mikey Massacre!

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up in the speakers as Mikey stands over the broken and bloody Bubba J with a smirk of distaste on his face.

Matt Stone vs Hostile

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing First, currently in the ring, He is the official presiding over this match. He his TABOO!

Taboo looks out at the crowd, waiving to the fans until the music starts’

“Walk Away” By Five Finger Death Punch hits the speakers as Hostile steps out onto the stage. A cascade of black and red pyro flows from the jumbo screen behind him.

Taboo locks eyes with Hostile. Pure evil in both their eyes.

Introducing first from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, the Jersey City Demon, Hostile.

Hostile slowly walks down to the ring, ignoring the jeers from the crowd as he proceeds. He steps up to the ring apron and into the ring and gets right in the face of Taboo. Taboo stands toe to toe with Hostile. Neither one saying a word; at this point, there is no need.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent,

Let Everybody See,
The future here in me
Just watch the wheel go ’round
I’ll cheer as you go down!

Jenny Jersey: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada;

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a “Canada sucks” sign and just walks on.

Jenny Jersey: He his the PWA Intercontinental and World Heavyweight Champion; Matt Stone!

Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors to me!

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. “I’m the best there is!” He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “You don’t deserve to see me!” He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get’s ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Both men go nose to nose as Taboo steps between them.

Taboo: OK, listen up to MY rules… There are, none.

Taboo calls for the bell, heads to the out side and sits down.

Ding, Ding, Ding

And Stone starts off with a huge slap across the face of Hostile! Hostile smiles at stone and answers with a right hook that sends the PWA World Champ down. Stone gets back to his feet quickly before Larsen as a chance to capitalize.

Larry Gordon: What a shot!

Linzi Martin: Its possible that the next opponent to the World Champion is going to come from this contest right here.

Stone and Hostile circle each other a couple of times before moving in for an elbow and collar tie up. Matt Stone quickly moves behind with a hammerlock; Hostile ducks under and gets the hammerlock on Stone. Stone counters with an elbow to the side of The Jersey City Demon’s head, and Hostile lets go of the hold.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone has been running through opponents here in Rebel Pro like collard greens run through…

Linzi Martin: Yeah Larry, think we know exactly what you mean… now back to the action.

Stone and Hostile again circling one another, trying to get a feel for each other. Stone moves in for a double leg but Hostile sprawls out, preventing the take down. Hostile with a waist lock; no Stone gets out before Hostile can do anything with it.

Linzi Martin: Excellent counter there by Stone.

Larry Gordon: Stone is arguably the best technician in the entire AOWF.

Hostile goes in for a single leg but stone blocks the attempt. Hostile sees an opening and lands a quick fireman’s carry takedown. Matt again is back on his feet before Hostile can capitalize.

Larry Gordon: It seems with all the focus on the hardcore, Matt Stone underestimated just how good Hostile is on the mat.

Linzi Martin: Stone is perhaps the best technician in all of the AOWF.

Stone heads outside of the ring to regroup and shake it off. But this is not the PWA, outside is just a dangerous as inside as Hostile heads out after him. Stone starts running, Hostile Take off after him. Stone rolls back into the ring. Hostile slides back into the ring only to be met with a series of hard licks. Stone lands an elbow drop before picking Hostile up and delivering a snap suplex. Matt moves in with a face/neck lock on the fallen Hostile. Hostile grits his teeth against the pain as Stone torques his neck. Stone keeps the hold a moment longer before letting go and kicking Hostile in the back.

Larry Gordon: But don’t let that fool you, Stone can get hardcore if he needs to.

Stone brings Hostile to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, Hostile rebounds right into a Belly-to-Belly suplex from Stone. Stone quick to capitalize and goes in with a modified step over arm bar that he coverts into a high impact arm breaker. Stone seems to be in perfect form here tonight.

Linzi Martin: What an arm breaker by Stone.

Hostile is getting to his feet as Stone comes in with a rolling neckbreaker. Stone looks out to the crowd.

Matt Stone (to the crowd): Is this the best REBEL Pro can do?

Matt turns his attention back to Hostile a moment to late as Larsen hits a picture perfect drop-kick right to Stone’s smug little face. Hostile and Stone back on there feet at the same time; Stone moves in with a clothesline that Hostile ducks under and gets Stone into a rear waist lock. Hostile with a German suplex to Stone and quickly follows through with a series of elbow drops. Hostile hoists Stone to his feet before sending him back down with an over the top belly to belly.

Linzi Martin: Lesson #1, never turn your back on Hostile.

Hostile heads to the top rope as he aims to deliver the New Jersey Head Shot. NO! Stone rolls away to safety before impact. Stone gets to his feet just before Hostile, Stone with a right to the temple of Larsen. Hostile fires back with one of his own.

Larry Gordon: Fistycuffs!

Stone with a right.

Hostile with a left.

Stone with a left.

Hostile with a right.

Stone, right.

Larry Gordon: More fistycuffs!

Hostile, right.

Stone,

Hostile,

Stone,

Hostile,

Hostile,

Hostile,

And Hostile finishes off with an uppercut that sends Stone against the rope. Hostile with a lariat that sends Stone to the outside. Hostile backs off while Stone starts getting to his feet. Hostile with a suicide plancha that knocks Stone hard into the steel barrier. Stone crumples down as Hostile starts digging in under the ring. Larsen pulls out a nail gun! Hostile walks over to Stone and puts the nail gun to his shoulder; CH-THUNK! Stone screams in pain as the nail drives into his flesh. Hostile goes to nail the other arm but is stopped by Taboo.

Linzi Martin: Here comes the blood and gore! Finally!

Hostile takes a swing at Taboo but Taboo moves out of the way and hit The Big Bang Theory! Hostile is out on the outside of the ring. Taboo slaps stone to get him to focus and points to the unconscious Hostile on the ground before rolling into the ring. Stone still in a haze of pain from that nail gun slowly comes around again and smiles as it dawns on him just whats happening. Stone grabs Hostile and roll him into the ring before grabbing the nail gun and following him in.

Larry Gordon: What does Taboo think he is doing? This match has no rules and he just forced Hostile to obey a rule, then delivered his Big Bang Theory!

Linzi Martin: What are you going to do Mr. General Manager?

Larry Gordon: Stop it already.

Stone test out his right shoulder where the nail is still embedded inside him and winces at the pain. The arm is almost useless but Stone fights through and manages to push through the pain to deliver a wheelbarrow German suplex. That cost him. Stone Screaming in pain as that move aggravated the nail still inside his shoulder. Hostile still got the worst of it as his head bounces off the nail gun that Stone placed perfectly. Taboo goes to Stone and helps pull out the three inch spike protruding from his shoulder. Stone lets out a yell of rage as he gets up to his feet and moves in towards Hostile. Stone Hoists his opponent up and right into the stone cutter. He goes for a cover and Taboo makes a fast two count before Hostile rolls his shoulder up. Stone shoots a look to Taboo but Taboo just shrugs.

Larry Gordon: Come on Taboo, you are always talking about being fair and there you go not being the way you want others to be.

Linzi Martin: You could do something about this you know.

Hostile is up to his knees, Matt with Kneel Before ZOD! Another cover, another, faster two count. Stone walks around to the feet of Hostile and applies the Sharpshooter! Hostile gritting his teeth but refuses to give in to the pain. Stone applies more pressure as Taboo is telling Hostile to quit. Hostile shakes is head no as he tries to push himself up to alleviate the pressure. Stone tries to readjust to keep the hold but Hostile manages to grab hold of Matt’s foot and pull him down. Hostile manages to keep hold of Stone’s foot and apply a modified figure four leg lock. Matt in some pain but Hostile not getting the proper leverage with his awkward positioning. Stone manages to power out of the leg lock and get to his feet. Hostile gets back to his feet moments after as both men lean into opposite corners. A smile creeps across the face of Hostile as he motions for Stone to come at him.

Larry Gordon: What a quick and ackward exchange there.

Linzi Martin: Very innovative and agile of both Hostile and Matt Stone.

Stone looks like he obviously did not think he would be working this hard tonight as he has an almost exasperated look on his face. Both men meet in the center of the ring. Hostile goes for a double leg but Stone was just to fast and gets off a toe kick to the gut of The Jersey City Demon and follows through with a gut-wrench suplex. Stone pick Hostile up and slaps him right across the face. Hostile goes in for a short arm clothesline, Matt ducks, Hostile turns right into the C-c-c-combo Breaker! That should be it but Matt doesn’t go for a cover. Instead a look of pure evil crosses his face as he grabs the Nail gun. CH-THUNK! OH MY GOD! Stone just nailed Hostile’s hand TO THE MAT! Hostile screams in pain as Stone steps on the other hand. NO, NO, NO, NO! CH-THUNK! Stone nails Hostiles other hand to the mat!

Linzi Martin: I can barely believe this, its always been a fantasy of mine.

Larry Gordon: You are kidding me.

Linzi Martin: May… be… may… be… not.

Matt looks over the crowd with a cocky smirk. He heads over the the corner and slowly starts to climb. Why hurry, Hostile’s not going anywhere. Stone is on the top rope, he smiles at the crowd, and leaps off with Hostile’s own New Jersey Head Shot! NO! Hostile rips the nail through his own hand to roll out of the way! Stone is dazed from the big miss as Hostile pulls his other hand free, leaving the nails embedded in the ring. Stone and Hostile both back to there feet. Matt with a right NO Hostile counter with The Demon’s Dream! Hostile pulling for everything he has left.

Larry Gordon: My gawd at the pain that Hostile must be going through!

Linzi Martin: And the bliss that I…. um… I’m sure others are feeling… if they are into that sort of thing… ya know.

TAP, TAP, TAP!

STONE TAPS!

There’s no bell?!?

Taboo is outside of the ring, flirting with a fan at ringside!

Larry Gordon: This will not stand anymore! Taboo obviously not taking his referee role seriously!

Linzi Martin: You know what it does to me when you get all powerful-like.

Larry Gordon: Huh… what?

Linzi Martin: Its getting me all hot and bothered.

Larry Gordon: Linzi!

Linzi Martin: It does, makes me mad and upset… what did you think I meant…. you pervert.

Larry Gordon: You are the one over there tou… oh never mind.

Hostile release’s the hold and heads out after Taboo! Hostile Shoves the female fan down to her ass as he gets in Taboo’s face. Taboo shoves Hostile back into a waiting Matt Stone who hits another C-c-c-combo breaker! Taboo Says something to Jenny Jersey at ring side.

Linzi Martin: There is another lawsuit.

Larry Gordon: Back on the job less than an hour and already have to deal with a lawsuit.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, Taboo has just informed me that this is now a falls count anywhere match!

Stone covers Hostile!

ONETWOTHREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO! HOSTILE KICKS OUT!

Stone is furious, absolutely livid!

Larry Gordon: Stone is fixing to make Hostile pay for that kickout even though it was an extremely fast count!

Linzi Martin: Small Package!

Stone’s shoulders are on the concrete!

Taboo thinks Stone is pinning Hostile, he’s at an awckward angle!
One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner, Hostile!

Taboo with the Big Bang Theory to Hostile!

Taboo: Hostile! You and me are going to finish this at MerryTime Massacre! Three Stages Of Hell!!!

With that Taboo walks right into a C-C-C-Combobreaker!

Both Hostile and Taboo are laid out cold on the floor.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone may have lost, but he’s the only one standing and he’s standing very tall!

Linzi Martin: Wonder how busy he’d like to be tonight?

World Title-
Lisa Seldon vs Lucious Starr

Ding Ding

Star steps forward for a tie-up, only to find himself on his back. Starr then sits up and almost gets his head removed when Lisa throws a High-Kick his way. Starr ducks and rolls and Lisa indicates with her fingers how very close he was to certain death. Starr then gets up and shoots again, catches her and pushes back to the corner. The referee does nothing, because there are NO RULES! (except for some of them) and allows Starr to pressure her in the corner. Starr then winds up a chop and misses everything as Lisa ducks under him. She then lands a left right combination and finishes by driving a knee into his gut before backing out and doing some shadow boxing. The crowd, obviously, are loving it.

Starr spits at the floor in disgust before stepping forward, only for Lisa to slide out of the ring and doing a lap of the thing for no apparent reason other than just to be a dick. Starr stands in the ring with his arms folded, looking generally disgusted as Lisa tags every hand around the ring before leaping out into the crowd, who catch her and surf her around ringside.

Lisa finally returns and slides back into the ring, all hyped up and ready to go. Starr doesn’t feel the same way though and slides out himself, intent on getting some of this great fan buzz, only to find that no one in this very heavy Rebel Pro crowd want to touch him (though they are all perfectly happy to flip him off). Starr raises his hand in a threatening manner to the fans, but doesn’t bother to hit anyone, because that tends to end badly. Starr then slides back into the ring where Lisa is waiting patiently on the top-rope. She then drops down, and hopefully the match begins.

Starr catches an Armbar and spins it out, trying to snap her to the ground, only for that showy bitch to cartwheel right out of it and run up the turnbuckles with her hands outstretched, much to the delight of the fans who cheer her wildly. Lisa lets them go on for a bit before jumping back down and offering the corner to Starr. He then steps up to a deafening silence.

Starr flips off a fan who says something untoward, leading to them tossing half a bottle his way. Unfortunately for them, Starr catches it and then beans the guy in the face, which does finally get him some cheers. Even Lisa joins in, before kicking him in the stomach when he drops off the ropes. Everyone boos, but obviously they don’t really mean it. It’s in jest you could say. Lisa turns to each side of the ring, clasping her hands and doing her best to pretend to be sorry.

Starr steps up to one knee as Lisa darts to the side and blasts him in the chest with a Roundhouse kick, causing him to drop forward onto his hands and knees. Lisa then spins to one side of him, rears back and blasts him in the ribs with a kick that flips him over onto his back and offers Lisa the first pin of the night.

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Starr kicks out at two, coughs up a lung and complains about what he believes to be a fast count. Starr then gets back onto his hands and knees as Lisa clatters him a second time in the ribs, pushing him to the corner. Starr then pulls himself up in the corner and takes another kick in the gut, but manages to catch the second and send Lisa across the ring. Lisa rolls to her feet but Starr steps forward, turns his hip and puts a knee in her stomach to double her over. Starr then gets a hold of her, Gut-Wrenches her into the air and then lets go, sending her flying across the ring.

Lisa lands in a heap, cursing as Starr pulls her up by the hair and rips a series of punches into her gut. Starr then finishes with a European Uppercut and sends her into the ropes, only for Lisa to fire back with a Yakuza Kick that catches him on the jaw and turns him away. Lisa then beckons him on and gets hacked down with a chop for her troubles. Lisa then fires back, driving a kick into his side that sends him to the left, only for him to comeback back with a forearm that smashes her in the jaw and puts her to a knee.

Starr then pulls her plants her with a DDT, digging her into the mat before tossing her over into a pin.

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Lisa throws up a shoulder at two and gets pulled back to her feet, tossed to the nearest corner and chopped her down, very happy to finally land it. Lisa tries to drop but Starr pulls her up and cracks off a second, causing Lisa to step forward into a Hip-Toss that slams her into the mat. Starr then gives her some room to sit forward before stepping forward and driving a kick into her back, rattling up and down her spine. Starr then pushes her to her back and drops a knee across her face before rolling through onto a knee. He then throws his arms out and riles the fans up before turning and settling onto a pin.

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Lisa instantly kicks out, only for Starr to push her back down and grind his forearm off her face, focusing on a cut starting to open up above her eye. Probably from when he kneed her, or elbowed her. Coulda been anywhere really. Lisa eventually pushes him off and Starr follows her up, catches a hold of her and then hauls her up into a Vertical Suplex, holds her aloft for an amount of time that the fans don’t count because they think he’s a cunt and then shatters her against the mat. Starr then rolls into the pin again.

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Lisa pushes him off but gets cut with another elbow as Starr comes down and hacks through her face. He then hammers down a few forearms for good measure before clambering back to his feet with Lisa in tow. He then sends her to the ropes and steps forward with a Shoulderblock that sends her to the mat. Then for good measure, he rakes his heel across her face.

Lisa pulls herself to her hands and knees as Starr cheekily paws at her with his foot before finally cracking her between the eyes with a kick that sends her tumbling across the mat.

Lisa shakes the cobwebs out as Starr brings her back up and catches an elbow in the gut for his troubles. Lisa then stepped forward and put a knee through his face to stand him straight up before dropping down and chopping out his legs. Lisa then jumped back up, called him a motherfucker and kicked him really hard in the fucking face.

Starr flips over onto his front but Lisa jumps on top of him, wraps an arm around his throat to hold him down and then begins firing in knees to the top of his head. Starr manages to push his way back to his feet but Lisa holds on, landing shots where she can before pulling him forward and tearing through his face with a knee and sending him to the mat. Not happy with just that though, Lisa steps forward and punts him in the side of the head.

Starr goes to his back and Lisa comes over the top of him with her heel pointed at his face, only for Starr to get his legs under her and pushes her away. The two then fight back to their feet and Starr charges with a clothesline, only for Lisa to duck under it, throw her leg back and crack him under the jaw with a Superkick. Starr then falls back into the ropes but pushes himself back into it, throws out an arm and turns Lisa inside out with a Clothesline.

Star then stumbles over and gets a Waistlock on Lisa, pulls her off the mat and eats an elbow. Lisa then stumbles out of his grip, pivots and cracks him upside the back of the head with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick. Start only drops as far as his knees though, but can’t stop Lisa as she rolls to her feet, pushes off the ropes and runs through him with a heel through his face. She then jumps onto the cover.

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Starr throws up a shoulder and Lisa looks annoyed, mostly because wrestling Shadow Starr is shit. She then drives him back into the corner and throws a shoulder into his gut. Starr drops a Double Axe-Handle on her back and gets another shoulder the same, but this time he manages to get a hold of her and drag her into the air. Starr then steps forward, and smashes her against the canvas with a Powerbomb. He then stacks her up for the pin.

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Lisa pushes him free and goes over onto her front but Starr stays on her, pulls her off the canvas with a Gutwrench and flattens her again for another quick fall.

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Lisa kicks out again and Starr pulls her up into an Inverted Fireman’s Carry, causing the fans to make lots of noise (and not the nice kind either). Starr pushes her into the air but Lisa adjusts, wraps her legs around his neck and smashes him, head first into the canvas. Starr then flops onto his back and Lisa wastes no time in pulling him to his feet, only to drop him again with a knee driven through his face.

Starr looks up to see Lisa step forward and lash out, crushing her foot against the side of his head and dropping him like deadweight. She then drops onto the cover.

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Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. Lisa Seldon!

Lisa rolls up to her feet, holding both the AOWF World Title and Rebel Pro World Title high up over her head as Lucious Starr walks up the ramp and to the backstage.

Larry Gordon: And the era of Seldon continues with a hard fought defense here this week.

Camera split screen to show Lucious walking through the backstage curtain.

A chair comes flying from the side to smack Lucious Starr right in the face, splitting his forehead and sending him down to the concrete floor.

Linzi Martin: Who?

Bubba J steps forward, Vincent Black stepping up beside him, both spit down on Lucious’ face. Bubba J hefts the chair, placing it headrest down on Starr’s throat.

Bubba J: Starry Eyed… Surprise… keep my gawd damned name out of your mouth…

Spit right on his face.

Bubba J: Or you’ll get even more of this.

Bubba J steps purposefully right on Starr’s nut sack before grinding his heel in and walking off, Black laughing as the show fades away.

*****Occupy REBEL Redux?*****

Some sort of loud rap music blares outside the arena, as a Black BMW X5 passes by a picket line set up by Case Filed Rockets and a bunch of fans. Simon Kalis, Masakazu and Maya all step out and observe.

Justin Case: WE WANT LARRY!

Rocky Logan: NO MORE KALIS!

Kalis looks over to Mas and Maya and smirks.

Simon Kalis: He’s got balls. I’ll give him that.

Masakazu: You should just fire him.

Maya: Noooo! Justin and Rocky are pretty hot. But that Hugh, ew.

Simon Kalis: Hah, no. I’ve got plans for Case.

Simon waves to Case and smirks, as the small crowd with CFR picks up their chant and we fade inside.

*****Jaice Wilds versus Hostile*****

Hostile starts up, Wilds cautious as he waits in the corner. Hostile charges, aiming for a clothesline attempt, but Wilds rolls under and springs into a dropkick. Hostile hits the turnbuckle, Wilds jumping into another dropkick that sends Hostile back into the turnbuckle. Hostile comes off, Wilds jumping onto the middle rope and springboarding into a senton… but it’s reversed into a powerbomb. Hostile shakes his head, grinning at Jaice. Wilds starts back to his feet, shaking off the move as he turns to Hostile. Larson grabs Wilds by the arm, whipping him across the ring. Wilds rebounds, ducking beneath a boot, jumping onto the bottom rope on the rebound. Hostile turns, Wilds with a crossbody; caught in mid-air! Hostile goes for a fallaway slam, but Wilds twists and lands on one knee across the ring. Hostile starts up, Jaice charging up with a shining wizard, but Hostile ducks backwards sending Jaice careening over him. Hostile gets to his feet and turns, Wilds rolling to his feet and turning around himself. Hostile stalks up, throwing a right hook, but Wilds ducks under and jumps into an inverse enziguri. Hostile falls to one knee, shaking off the kick as Jaice spins on a dime, tripping Hostile with a low spin kick to the back of Hostile’s legs. Hostile hits the mat, but throws his legs up as Jaice spins around to attempt a cover, locking the Xtreme Aerialist into a body scissors. Jaice struggles, but Hostile locks in tighter.

Larry Gordon: Jaice pulling some of those quick, flashy moves he’s known for, but Hostile manages to ground him with some technical moves here.

Linzi Martin: Bah. Where’s the REAL action? COME ON!!

Jaice continues to struggle against the scissors, Hostile throwing a flurry of elbows into Jaice’s scalp. Hostile finally releases Wilds, rolling to his feet. Jaice struggles, Hostile falling back before running up with a vicious soccer kick to the head… NO! Jaice falls back, Hostile moving past him as Jaice springs up, chop block to Hostile! Larson falls to the mat, Wilds backing up a bit into the ropes to regain his center. He starts to his feet, Hostile getting to a knee. Jaice springboards off the middle rope, looking for a chop kick, Hostile jumping out of the way. Jaice rolls to his feet, narrowly ducking beneath a big boot, springing up on his hands as Hostile turns around into a standing head scissors, Jaice flipping up onto Hostile’s shoulders and throwing a barrage of lefts into Hostile’s head. Hostile backs up, bumping into the ropes. Jaice twists downward, bringing Hostile over the ropes with a hurricanrana that sends the bigger man to the floor, Wilds holding onto the top rope. Hostile starts to a knee, grabbing the crowd barrier to lift himself, starting to turn towards the ring. Wilds flies off the ropes…

Larry Gordon: Oh my god!

Linzi Martin: Shiiiit…

Wilds with a flying DDT, spinning around 180 degrees and planting Hostile’s head into the crowd barrier. Hostile crumples to the floor, Jaice bracing himself against the crowd barrier as the attack took a toll on his back as well. Jaice reaches behind himself, grabbing the crowd barrier to lift himself. Hostile is barely moving, his right hand covering the back of his head. Jaice stumbles to the ring, rolling in. He looks out at Hostile, raising an arm to a cheering crowd. Hostile manages to his knees, holding his head as he tries to shake off the attack. Jaice falls back, rebounding as Hostile finally manages to his feet. Jaice flips over the top rope, looking for a corkscrew flying clothesline… Hostile moves, grabbing Jaice’s wrist with one hand and pushing the back of his arm with the other, sending Jaice crashing into the crowd barrier and locking in an armbar. Jaice falls to the crowd, grasping at his chest with his free arm while Hostile torques the hold on his right. Jaice tries to squirm free, but this only causes Hostile to torque the move further. Jaice grunts in pain, wincing as the pain shoots through his arm and chest.

Linzi Martin: Oh, yes… This is what I’m talkin about…

Larry Gordon: Jaice Wilds with that high risk- high reward move set… and that high-risk part kicks in.

Hostile wrenches back until Wilds’ arm is ready to break, Wilds shouting in pain. Wilds suddenly springs against the crowd barrier, flipping over Hostile in such a way that Hostile loses his grip. Jaice rolls to his feet, holding his arm as Hostile stands, charging Wilds. Jaice jumps out of the way, Hostile jumping through the air and flying under the ring apron. Wilds rolls into the ring, resting in a corner as he tends to his arm. After working it in a couple circles to stretch it out, he looks back out to the floor. There is still no sign of Hostile, and Jaice starts to play to the crowd. The crowd starts to cheer louder as Jaice slides out of the ring, cautiously lifting the apron where Hostile disappeared. As his head is ducked beneath the apron, Hostile flies around the corner with a barbed wire-wrapped kendo stick, swinging for the fences as he brings it down over Wilds’ back. Wilds crumples to the floor as Hostile looks to the crowd, a sickening grin. He takes a step back, raising the stick again and bringing it down on Wilds’ back once more. Wilds rolls under the ring, Hostile raising the stick in premature victory. He rolls the apron back, reaching under the ring. He pulls Jaice out by the hair… but it’s a mannequin head. Hostile tosses it into the crowd, looking under the ring… BZZZZZZZZRRRRTT!!!

Linzi Martin: Oooh, yeah!

Larry Gordon: And Wilds with a comeback here, slamming that tazer right between the eyes of Hostile!

Linzi Martin: That shock is going to make Hostile go freakin numb… oh, yes!!

Hostile falls back, writhing a bit as he holds his face. Jaice rolls out, holding his back as he slides into the ring. He makes his way to the other side, rolling up the curtain and searching beneath the ring for something. He doesn’t find what he’s looking for, pacing around to another side of the ring and lifting the apron. He moves one or two things around, then grins as he finds what he was searching for. Hostile starts to a knee, holding his nose, as the crowd roars at what Wilds is pulling out. Jaice throws a roll of barbed wire into the ring, grabbing a pair of wire cutters and sliding into the ring as well. He grabs the spool, starting to wrap his boots with the bladed wire as Hostile stumbles to his feet, falling back on the crowd barrier. Wilds cuts the finished strand, pleased with the results and begins wrapping his other foot. Hostile stumbles towards the ring, hopping in and using the ropes to get to his feet. Jaice finishes wrapping his foot, cutting off the length of barbed wire and turning his attention to Hostile. Hostile uses the ropes to propel himself towards Wilds, who quickly ducks out and launches into a pele kick. Hostile falls back a bit, rubbing his nose which is now cut open just a bit, and charges back up to Wilds. Jaice attempts a roundhouse, Hostile ducking under and taking Jaice out at the knees. Hostile grabs Jaice’s other leg, trying to ignore the cutting of the barbed wire as he locks Jaice into a sharpshooter.

Larry Gordon: My god, that HAS to hurt the both of them!!

Linzi Martin: The blood! The pain! The BLOOD!! YES! YES! YES!!

Hostile puts pressure on the shooter, the barbs cutting deeper into his flesh. Jaice calls out in pain, but refuses to give in. Hostile tightens his grip as much as he can, but the barbed wire digging into his skin gets to be too much, and he is forced to loosen his grip a bit. Jaice struggles, managing to get his hands under him, and flips Hostile off his back. Hostile stumbles into the ropes, Jaice starting to his knees. Hostile’s blood trickles from his arms, a small pool of blood forming beneath him. He pushes himself into the ropes, rebounding into a clothesline to Jaice. Wilds falls to the mat, Hostile’s blood now splattered across his throat and chest as the bigger man throws a few kicks into Wilds’ chest. Wilds rolls to a knee, Hostile taking a few steps back, running up with a punt kick! NO! Wilds rolls out, hopping up into a massive enziguri to Hostile! Hostile goes down, his head now bleeding as well. Jaice stands, playing to the crowd as he points to the turnbuckle. A roar from the crowd, Jaice starts to ascend the turnbuckles.

Larry Gordon: And it looks like Wilds is going to attempt that flying corkscrew lariat!

Linzi Martin: A leg lariat… to the head… with his feet wrapped in barbed wire? Oh, yes… oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!

Hostile stands, Jaice leaping off the turnbuckle and pulling the corkscrew, coming down for the lariat… AND HOSTILE JUMPS! DROPKICK TO THE STERNUM!! Jaice hits the mat, rolling to the ropes. He starts up, pulling himself to his feet with the ropes. Hostile grabs Jaice’s arm, whipping him across the ring. Jaice stops on a dime, attempting to reverse with his own irish whip, but Hostile plants himself and pulls Jaice back in. He drops, locking Jaice into the DEMON’S DREAM!! Jaice has nowhere to go!

Linzi Martin: YES! YES! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Larry Gordon: He’s got the crossface! He’s got the crossface! This could be it!

Jaice attempts to struggle free, but he’s caught with no escape. He fights the pain valiantly, but Hostile’s power and determination are far greater than Wilds’ remaining energy, and eventually Jaice has no choice but to tap out.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, HOSTILE!!!!

*****One by One*****

Hostile grabs the Mic from Jenny Jersey as Jaice Wilds makes his way to the back. Hostile brings the Mic to his lips.

Hostile: Is this really the best Kalis can send me? Is this really all I can expect for competition from this place?

The crowd jeers The Jersey City Demon mercilessly; he couldn’t care less.

Hostile: I’m tired of destroying the undercard of thus company. I’m tired of mediocre talent getting title shot while those who truly excel are passed over.

Hostile: I want my fair shot. I want to match up with the best in this company. I want the likes of Jamie Flynn, Bubba J and Vincent Black. I want real competition.

Hostile: I want on the path that will lead me to the World Heavyweight Title. I want to prove that I am the very best this company has. And next week, I’m going to start with Matt Stone!

Hostile: Why Matt Stone? Because he is every bit as good as he says he is. He is one of the very few people that has an honest shot at Seldon’s title.

Hostile: And if Simon Kalis does not give me what I want, I will destroy this company from within. I will take out his entire roster one by one until I’m the only one left to face Lisa.

Suddenly from the crowd, here comes TABOO! Taboo slides into the ring behind with a HUUUUUUUUUUGE LARIAT on Hostile! Hostile hit’s the canvas hard, and he’s clearly out of it following the hellacious match with Jaice Wilds. Taboo picks Hostile up, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

Larry Gordon: It’s pandemonium!

Linzi Martin: Taboo has just laid Hostile out!

Taboo grabs a microphone and looks right into the camera and points down at Hostile.

Taboo: There’s no getting out of this! Not after everything that’s happened. I DEMAND my match with Hostile at the next pay per view. He’ll face ME! Not Matt Stone. Not Lisa Seldon. ME!

Suddenly, before Taboo can say anything else, “Back in Black” by AC/DC hits and the crowd all turn their attention to the entrance ramp.

Linzi Martin: Awwwww yeah! He’s back in charge!

Simon Kalis steps out, still dressed in his black and gold pinstripe Armani suit with a microphone in hand. Simon taps the microphone.

Simon Kalis: This is the time you all say…

Simon points the microphone to the crowd.

Fans: ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!

And while Simon finds this amusing, Taboo is in no mood for jokes. Hostile pulls himself away from Taboo and sits up against the guard rails, looking towards Kalis now too.

Simon Kalis: When we got you Taboo, I was so happy. When Hostile came back, I was so happy. When you two showed this need to make each other bleed going all the way back to NAPW, well… It made me happy. But you know what makes me happy too?

Kalis pauses for dramatic effect.

Simon Kalis: Having PWA’s World Champion working for REBEL Pro now too. And sure it’s a pay per appearance deal, but. Hey. We’re getting loaded with folks who want to do each other harm and that’s NEVER a bad thing. So when I see Hostile straight call Matt Stone out… I think. Well shit. Who doesn’t wanna see that?

The crowd cheers, but Taboo isn’t looking too pleased.

Simon Kalis: But, I understand how you feel Taboo. I’ve been in your spot. I can relate. So I think, well. Hostile made his return by fucking with you, and that wasn’t very nice Mr. Larsen.

Hostile rolls his eyes.

Simon Kalis: So I’m thinking, you know, it’s only fair that Taboo… That he gets to fuck with you. So sure, Hostile. You’ll get to face Matt Stone. Next week. On the Super Aggression MISGIVINGS 2011!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Hostile nods with approval though Taboo is the only one upset.

Simon Kalis: BUT! Taboo over here will get to don the black and white, and he will be the referee officiating that match.

Larry Gordon: Oh my!

Linzi Martin: OH SHIT!

Hostile is up and he bumps past Taboo, while Taboo just smirks and nods as he makes his way back through the crowd. Hostile stops right in Simon Kalis’ face.

Larry Gordon: Oh Hostile, don’t do this.

Linzi Martin: Attacking the boss is never good for your health. OR wealth, as it were!

Simon Kalis: See you soon, Mr. Larsen.

Kalis steps aside and smiles, like the jackass he is. Hostile disappears backstage and Simon makes his way to the ring.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think he’s done.

Simon waves at the announcers table. Larry waves back, but Linzi blushes.

Linzi Martin: HEY! He was CLEARLY waving to me! The hot nympho chick! Not you, Larry.

Simon Kalis: So that brings us to new business, doesn’t it? After all, you folks wanted me back in charge and here I am. I leave for one month to wage a war on PWA, and for The Order to do our World Tour… And look what happens. Fucking Johnny Maverick is Aggression Champion.

The crowd cheers this, cause Johnny Mav is awesome d’uh.

Simon Kalis: Yeah, no. I know. I mean I’d like to think Johnny and I are pals. But this doesn’t change the fact that a non-REBEL is holding one of our belts, and this, I cannot abide by. So I got to thinking. Who’s also really awesome? Who’s so awesome, they’ve taken it to Johnny before? Who’s so awesome that nobody likes him cause he’s so awesome? And I realized…. So I decided…

Kalis points to the camera.

Simon Kalis: At Misgivings? It’ll be Johnny Maverick defending his Aggression Championship…. Against FINALE!

The crowd yells out, cheers, boos, mostly boos because it’s Finale and he’s a bit of a dick to people from time to time.

Larry Gordon: That’s HUGE!

Linzi Martin: That’s massive! I don’t see how he can up that match announcement.

Simon Kalis: Then I got to thinking, well. REBEL Pro is due a shot at Enika Engel.

The crowd cheers.

Simon Kalis: And I thought, well. Who deserves that? Who’s been just as unstoppable as someone like Finale, if not more so? Who can we count on to bring REBEL Pro some more AoWF gold…

He pauses, and smirks at the irony of that statement.

Simon Kalis: And you know who was supposed to face Maverick in the first place but couldn’t?

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Simon Kalis: So next week at Misgivings? Enika Engel will defend her AoWF Queen O’Extreme championship against JAMIE FLYNN!

Linzi Martin: REBEL Pro- FUCK YEAH!

The crowd is going nuts, and Simon tries to calm them down.

Simon Kalis: Most of all, I know all of you didn’t watch PWA’s London Burning PPV… Because hey, who wants to watch that same tired old shit.

The crowd laughs, yeah! Cause fuck the PWA, amirite?

Simon Kalis: But. I was there, on REBEL Pro business. And I had to make a deal, an amusing deal really. In exchange for the safe return of REBEL Pro’s belts that were stolen by those PWA scum tards. I had to give… Lucious Starr, a shot. A shot, at Lisa Seldon.

The crowd bursts into laughter, because it’s funny because he’s gonna die.

Larry Gordon: Seldon defends against Starr?! That’s a HUGE match! No matter what you think of Lucious.

Simon Kalis: And I promised Starr a shot at Lisa, but I never said he was the only one. And I respect initiative, so Justin Case will be joining Lucious Starr and-

“Troublesome ‘96” by 2Pac hits and Simon turns to the entrance ramp as Justin Case, Rocky Logan and Hugh Aredone step out.

Justin Case: No. No. No. NO! No Simon! This ISN’T what our protest has been about.

Kalis steps back, all shocked and shit sarcastically.

Justin Case: I don’t want Lisa. That was never one of our demands.

Simon Kalis: Oh? I’m sorry Justin, I thought people liked World title shots. Are you that afraid of Lisa?!

Simon smirks.

Justin Case: Never! I’d take that bitch any day of the week! But this is bigger than Lisa! Bigger than some PWA idiot like Starr! This is about REBEL Pro itself! We want LARRY!

Simon turns to the announcers table and points to Larry Gordon.

Simon Kalis: He’s right there. Did you want an autograph?

Larry Gordon: Oh they’ve gotta bring my name into this, don’t they?

Justin Case: No. We’re tired of what you’re doing to REBEL Pro, and we’re not the only ones.

Simon Kalis: That right?

The crowd cheers, the crowd boos. They’re confused.

Justin Case: That’s why I’m not going to be in that REBEL Pro World title match at Misgivings. As much as I’d love to, I have a bigger mission. Simon. I’m facing YOU!

Cue the crowd gasping and then thunderously applauding.

Simon Kalis: Hahahahahahaha… Yeah, okay. Right.

Justin Case: You think I’m joking? No. I’m fighting for the real REBEL Pro, and I’m fighting to get Larry Gordon back. That’s why if I win? Larry Gordon takes REBEL Pro BACK from your dirty, greedy and grubby hands.

The crowd cheers, they boo. They’re not sure what they want.

Simon Kalis: Here’s my thought. Fuck you.

Simon smirks.

Simon Kalis: You realize this can only happen, if I allow it to? But you know what, I’m getting sick. Sick of you fucking dusty REBEL Icons getting in the way of progress. This is the future, Case. You’ll have to accept that. So you know what? I accept.

The crowd cheers completely.

Simon Kalis: But you don’t wanna know what happens to you and the CFR if I win.

Kalis drops the microphone, and “Back in Black” hits again. CFR all point and cuss out Simon, as he raises his arms and nods smirking.

Larry Gordon: No way! Justin Case! Simon Kalis! At Misgivings! Seldon! Starr! Flynn! Engel! Hostile! Stone! Bubba! Massacre!

Linzi Martin: Beer! Chips! Relax Larry, we know.

Larry Gordon: Well sorry if I’m just incredibly excited.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. And I bet you hired CFR to do this too, didn’t you?

*****REBELProStuff.Com*****

Because fuck Rob Robinson, that’s why!

*****Matt Stone versus Mikey Massacre*****

Larry Gordon: Fans, we are back from that commercial break with both men already in the ring and talking a bit of trash.

Linzi Martin: As long as they get hardcore and in a hurry, things will be smooth and silky.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow, Mikey using his weight to shove Stone backwards, but the PWA World and IC Champion drops down, tripping Mikey up and locking on a quick armbar submission hold. Mikey rolls into the hold, before it is properly locked in, pinning Stone to the canvas.

One!

Stone releases the hold, Mikey rolls over to his feet, foot to the face sends Mikey rolling backwards, Stone presses his advantage. Mikey rolls to the ropes, pulling himself up, Stone with a chop to the chest sends the stinging pain to Mikey’s flesh and the crowd into a long time traditional “Wooooooo!” before Mikey fires back with a chop of his own. Stone with a second chop, Mikey counters with one of his own. Stone goes for a third chop, but Mikey goes for the block, Stone with a thumb to the eyes and that is very legal in this Rebel Pro match. Mikey holds at his eyes as Stone grabs a side headlock, that happens to be full of hair.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone is a very accomplished technical wrestler.

Linzi Martin: I need some hardcore to liquify my needs.

Larry Gordon: Ever heard of TMI?

Linzi Martin: Yeah?

Larry Gordon: You are… there.

Stone pulls the hair and similtaneously digging in the side headlock. Mikey shoves him into the ropes, Stone holds on. Mikey shoves again, Stone once again holds on. Mikey shoves a third time and along with an elbow breaks the hold. Stone is across the ring, rebounding into a standing dropkick from Mikey that narrowly misses Stone. Matt rebounds with a springboard roundhouse kick, but Massacre catches the foot, dragging Stone around and down with a dragonscrew legwhip. Mikey off the ropes, baseball slide rolls Stone over and Mikey goes up top and in a hurry. Mikey leaps off with a big body splash, but Stone manages to lift his knees up into the high risk move. However, Mikey dives over, rolling up and clipping Stone in the rising knee with a swift toe kick that sends the risen star back down to one knee. Mikey with a front facelock, shoving Stone into the corner. Mikey with a forearm grabs Stone’s breath from him. Mikey with a shoulder block sends the remaining air from his lungs in a long whoosh. Mikey lifts Stone up to the top turnbuckle, looking to end this match early, but none of the crowd is in this match really, because they hate both men the same. Mikey with a superplex, but Stone twists, Mikey’s head is slammed into the canvas with a inverted DDT; Stone with the cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout by Massacre just after two!

Larry Gordon: I’ve always heard that Mikey has a very thick skull.

Linzi Martin: I’ve heard that ain’t the only thing thick…

Larry Gordon: And back to the action in the ring.

Stone pulling Mikey to a seated position, locking on a submission with his knees into Massacre’s back, pulling backwards on his arms. Mikey grunts in pain, twisting from side to side in order to get out of the move. Mikey is to the left, to the right, and Stone is blocking him at every turn. Mikey to the left and to the left again, throwing Stone off guard and Mikey is out of the move… almost entirely. Stone holds onto the wrist, Mikey grabs it, going into a wristlock of his own and behind Stone. Stone rolls forward, Massacre trips him up, landing on top of him with a chicken wing submission! Center Ring!

Larry Gordon: Mikey may have the match here!

Linzi Martin: I’ll just have to think about a hardcore match.

Stone is grunting in pain, looking for the ropes as he reaches for their leverage so that he can break out of the hold; remember no rope breaks in Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Remember, no rope breaks in Rebel Pro, so getting to the ropes is no garantee of safety here.

Linzi Martin: If he’d rip off his arm, that may do it… would probably do it… yeah… the more and more I think about it… the more and more..

Larry Gordon: And Mikey has Stone in the center of the ring with a chicken wing submission hold locked in tight.

Linzi Martin: Not so tight anymore… oh, you mean the hold.. not my hole…

Larry Gordon: I… just… threw… up… in… my… mouth.

Mikey rolls over, torquing the arm, but putting himself in a pinning predicament.

One!

Two!

Three…

Mikey rolls back over just in the nick of time, but once again rolls back.

One!

Two!

Thre…

Stone grunts in pain, but Mikey seems to be in another zone, not paying any attention to anything but the count. Mikey rolls back over, but Stone manages to shove with one of his feet and is in the ropes, but no break. Mikey rolls the other way, but Stone has the rope hooked with his leg and foot, Mikey unable to roll back over to his side/front area; he’s in a pinning position, but no pin fall in the ropes. Mikey grunts as Stone pulls himself outside of the ropes a bit further… he falls off the apron, dragging Mikey out with him. Mikey’s throat comes up slapping the bottom rope with force, Mikey’s head is slightly thrown backwards into the canvas.

Larry Gordon: First time I’ve ever seen that counter.

Linzi Martin: Hmmmm? wha… hmmmm… what happened?

Stone falls forward, laying on his front as he catches his breath; his arm laying at a sort of ackward angle as he is just motionless. Mikey finally rolls out of the ring, landing heavily on his knees and forearms, gasping for his breath and hoping that he can get back in the driver’s seat quicker than Stone(who still isn’t moving). Mikey shoves up to his feet, stumbling over to Stone, pulling him up. Stone with a nut check and a whip from the knees sends Mikey’s face and shoulders into the ringsteps with authority. The steps go flying, but Mikey is used to this environment, so the damage isn’t really known yet, but the damage to Stone’s shoulder and arm is evident as he winces and moves his arm around. Mikey lays there as Stone comes stumbling forward, but Mikey rolls over, kicking Stone in the knee with a double foot thrust, Stone leaping to the side just in time. Stone with a stomp down, but Mikey catches the foot, pulling Stone into the ring post, the sound of skull on steel thudding heavily. Matt begins to stumble back as Mikey shoves the steps underneath him “On accident” and his head slams fairly heavily onto the corner of the steel, but no blood yet in this match. Mikey rolls Stone back into the ring, following him a bit slower, pulling him up to his feet. Mikey with a chop, but instead of Stone just taking it in stride, he fires back with one of his own, catching Mikey off guard and making him stumble backwards from Stone’s onslaught of moves.

Larry Gordon: Back in the ring here fans, this match is promising to be one of the greats this year.

Linzi Martin: Even if there is a drought near my lake?

Another collar and elbow tie up. Matt with a wristlock into a hammerlock. He slaps the cheek of Mikey before releasing the hold. Massacre turns around charging at Stone; drop toe hold and Massacre is on the canvas. Kip up by Matt has him back on his feet, baseball slide into Mikey, who rolls out of the way. Mikey up to his feet, throwing a right hand at Matt, it connects driving the PWA superstar backwards into the center of the ring. Another right hand, Matt ducks underfull nelson merging into a DDT sends Mikey forehead first onto the canvas. Matt kips up wiping sweat from his brow then slapping his hand across Mikey’s face. Matt hits the ropes, seeming to be ready for an elbow drop, Massacre moves as the elbow comes down, Matt’s elbow slams into the canvas hard. Massacre up quickly hitting the ropes with a springboard lionsault that flattens Matt to the canvas. He quickly pulls the PWA superstar back to his feet, Irish whip into the corner. Massacre charges in, Matt with a foot raised. Mikey slides under the bottom rope, having ducked under the foot. As he slides past Matt’s foot, he grabs the planted foot, pulling it with his momentum. Matt lands face first on the canvas as Massacre’s momentum keeps him going, Matt crotched on the ringpost. The crowd groans.

Linzi Martin: That is going to hurt any possible loving tonight.

Larry Gordon: Waiter! Bucket of Ice, corner ringpost.

Massacre gets back up and begins clapping to get the crowd into this match, they get his point and begin to clap along with him, even though they really don’t like him, they like Matt Stone even less. He jumps to the apron, leaps to the top turnbuckle and dives with a front flipping double knee smash! Matt rolls out of the way, Mikey rolls through the move unharmed. He spins back around charging at Matt. Armdrag takedown and now Massacre is going on the defensive. Mikey up to a knee, Matt struggling to keep him down. Right hand to the ribs of Matt, a second. Matt drops the hold, spins around, leg sweep takes Mikey down. Massacre lands on his shoulders but continues the roll backwards until he is up on his feet, Matt can’t believe this. He charges with a clothesline, Massacre ducks under, Matt with a mulekick sends Massacre shoulder first into the ringpost. He comes back holding at his injured shoulder in pain. Matt goes for his finisher, the C-C-C-C combo breaker, but Massacre has obviously scouted as he avoids the match ending move.

Larry Gordon: Mikey narrowly avoids Stone’s match ender.

Linzi Martin: This had so much potential moments ago when they were outside, my lake is about to dry up.

Matt spins back around as Massacre charges at his planted leg with a spear, Matt leaps into the air with a one legged leap frog. Mikey’s momentum sends him through the ropes, he manages to catch the middle rope, spin himself around, slide in under the bottom rope and kip up to his feet in one fluid motion. Matt looks impressed with that series and nods. Massacre holds at his shoulder again, because that little display cost him dearly. He once again charges at Stone, The Astroplex!

Larry Gordon: Where did that come from?!

Linzi Martin: Don’t know, wasn’t really paying attention.

Larry Gordon: Stone has obviously scouted his competition here in Rebel Pro, at least for tonight, as that is one of Mikey’s signature moves.

Matt kips up to his feet, hits the ropes, and rebounds with a springboard lionsault onto Massacre. Matt climbs to the top turnbuckle, looks down at Mikey and mimics shooting him with a gun. Matt leaps with The Sellout(completely out of mockery).

Larry Gordon: Stone with a huge effort to humiliate Mikey with his own finisher here in this match.

Linzi Martin: Yawn, who really cares? I just want to get my jollies on.

Matt is standing…

Larry Gordon: Kneel Before Zod!

Linzi Martin: Who?

Mikey falls, by passing the move as he avoids one of Stone’s signature moves; throwing Stone off tremendously as the momentum carries him away from Massacre.

Larry Gordon: Mikey’s up!

Linzi Martin: Heee… heee…. heeee…

Larry Gordon: Not that way you… oh never mind.

Stone spins, Mikey with a spear takes Stone off his feet, flipping him over backwards to land on his back. Mikey lays there panting, trying to catch his breath, but that move also hurt his shoulder and he’s paying for it dearly. Massacre pulls himself up, leaning heavily in the corner as Stone gets up, holding at his midsection as Mikey lashes out with a frontkick. Stone ducks to the side, but it was a ploy as Mikey spins, catching Stone in the back and delivering an Astroplex that is his very own.

Larry Gordon: The irony is that Mikey stole it from Donovan Astros, Matt stole it from Mikey, and now Mikey is performing it again… just ironic.

Linzi Martin: Um… yeah… I guess.

Massacre lifts Stone back up, Everplex takes him back to the canvas and now Mikey is climbing up to the top turnbuckle here in the match.

Sell-out!

Linzi Martin: BUT WAIT!

Stone rolls out of the way! Mikey slams heavily into the canvas, Mikey bouncing back up slightly.

Set In Stone!

Larry Gordon: Mikey will never submit in a match, his breeding is too tough for that.

Linzi Martin: But he may be knocked out cold, I think I saw his head strike the canvas.

The arm is held up once and falls.

Larry Gordon: You may be right.

The arm falls twice.

Linzi Martin: I’m always right.

It falls for a third time, prompting Jimmy Johnson to signal for the bell.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Matt Stone!

Referee Johnson raises Stone’s hand to the air as the crowd boo’s him loudly, and clearly, letting the PWA World Champion know what they think of him. Stone however, knows he rocks.

Pun intended.

*****Dodo War*****

We open in the locker room of the Dodos, both of whom are gathered around a large circular table, covered with a map with various pieces scattered across the face of it. At the head stands PuppetLisa, wearing a generals hat and doing her best to ignore RealLisa blowing big obnoxious bubblegum bubbles. Meanwhile Anna is sitting cross-legged and looking on intently, because there’s probably a skit coming up.

PuppetLisa: I… am declaring war!

PuppetLisa puppetpounds the desk with grave intent, even though it makes absolutely no sound at all.

Lisa Seldon: Wow, I really do love declaring war.

PuppetLisa: Quiet you!

PuppetLisa slaps RegularLisa, though once again makes very little impact.

PuppetLisa: I’m busy declaring war…

Her eyes narrow, or so you imagine they would if they possessed that ability.

PuppetLisa: On Rob Robinson.

Dun dun dun!

Lisa Seldon: Not precious Rob Robinson!

Anna Mathews: lol!

PuppetLisa: Yes, Rob Robinson. For far too long his crimes against me have gone unpunished. Why it must be almost a week now. Far too long to be going unpunished that is. And so now he must be…

Lisa Seldon: Punished?

PuppetLisa: Exactly correct, my jiggle-titted, whoring doppleganger. Punished!

Lisa looks mildly offended, and further so when Anna pokes her in the boob to test the fact.

PuppetLisa: He has stolen my likeness, whored me out like a common Lisa Seldon -

Lisa Seldon: Hey now!

PuppetLisa: He has crossed us all, and for that… we must kill Rob Robinson.

The room settles – lingers in fact, while everyone takes in the thought. Lisa blinks loudly.

Anna Mathews: Al du it.

Lisa swats a hand at her.

Lisa Seldon: No you won’t kill anyone… anyone famous… anyone else famous. Just no more killing!

Lisa waves her hands in the air like she just don’t care.

PuppetLisa: Bu-

Lisa Seldon: From either of you!

PuppetLisa makes a mental note to stab her in the throat for cutting her off.

Lisa Seldon: This is a stupid plan, and we’re not going to kill anyone for you. Again.

PuppetLisa locks eyes with Lisa and continues to do so for around 4 hours until finally shaking her fist and storming off.

PuppetLisa: Then I will kill him myself.

Lisa Seldon: No! No more killing! You’re ruining my name!

PuppetLisa: You’re not the boss of me you big cunt flap!

Lisa Seldon: Fuckrash!

PuppetLisa: Moon Snatch!

Lisa Seldon: Slippery Prostitute clunge!

PuppetLisa: Big crusty Corlen Vagina!

Lisa runs to the doorway and shouts down the corridor, horrifying everyone in ear shot.

Lisa Seldon: You little shit! I’m going to tear out your stitches and then fuck your little puppet pussy face hole!

Anna Mathews appears over her shoulder.

Anna Mathews: R u gowna pt tht n teevee?

Lisa Seldon: Oh yes. Oh yes. And everyone will watch! You’ll see!

Lisa hoists a finger into the air… and then storms back into the war room. Anna crosses her arms, nods and then vanishes.

*****AoWF & REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match*****
*****Hardcore Entertainment© versus The Order of Chaos©*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be a street fight for the AoWF and REBEL Pro Tag Team Championships!

The crowd jump to their feet, hooting, hollering, screaming and cheering.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing FIRST, representing REBEL PRO!!!!!!!!

“Reign of Terror” by Sabaton hits as Bubba J and Vincent Black step out to a raucous crowd and tremendous cheers.

Jenny Jersey: They are the current REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions….

They share beers with fans as they make their way to the ring and get in.

Jenny Jersey: BUBBA J…. VINCENT BLACK…. HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!!!

Larry Gordon: This has a Pay Per View atmosphere tonight folks.

Linzi Martin: This arena is ready to explode…

Jenny Jersey: And their opponents, representing Victory Wrestling…

The opening rifts of “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N Roses hits and the crowd stays on their feet, but there’s now a mix of cheering and booing.

“Oh my god…..”

Suddenly a number of pyrotechnic fireworks pop off from the arena ceiling towards the entrance ramp and the song is abruptly cut.

“CHAOS, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

“Last Ones Left(The OoC Remix)” hits as Simon Kalis and Masakazu burst out from backstage, both fall forward intentionally, sliding forward on their knees with their arms in the air as Maya steps out behind them and cracks her whip.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring by Maya, they are the PWA and AoWF Tag Team Champions… Masakazu and Simon Kalis… THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!!

The burning skull blazes over the REBELTron as the men get up and begin making their way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans as they pass by. Simon raises both titles in the air and “vibes” to the classic Order theme as he hands them off at ringside, while Masakazu stops to pose with some fans for pictures. Simon gets up onto the apron and begins exchanging a few choice words with Bubba and Vincent Black as Masakazu joins him. Maya circles at ringside, holding her whip close at hand.

Larry Gordon: Over the last few months I’ve gotten to know the real Simon Kalis, you know.

Linzi Martin: And what’ve you learned?

Larry Gordon: He’s much nicer than many people probably realize.

Linzi Martin: Oh I could’ve told you that.

DING DING DING

Simon drops off the apron as Bubba and Vincent rush Mas and Simon. Maya slides in behind them and cracks her whip, lassoing Bubba J around the neck and yanking him down to the canvas. Kalis steps away as the referee looks on confused. Vincent turns to see Bubba on the canvas and Masakazu jumps up onto his back, wrapping his legs around the big mans waist and applying a sleeper hold. Simon slams his fists against the canvas cheering on Maya and Masa.

Linzi Martin: What the hell is this?!

Larry Gordon: Vincent asked for a street fight. Street fights are never fair.

Linzi Martin: Especially with black people, amirite?!

Larry Gordon: I, no Linzi. That’s terrible to say.

Maya jumps onto Bubba J and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights, before grabbing his face and kissing him as Vincent Black decides to throw himself backwards into the corner turnbuckles to get Masakazu off of him. Masakazu holds on, but winces. Black again. Bubba throws Maya off of him and she quickly grabs the handle to her whip and pulls back. She cracks it loudly against the canvas and smirks, Bubba J wipes his mouth and lets out a little smile as he looks over at Simon who’s still outside of the ring. Black comes up behind Maya and grabs her by the back of her neck, Masakazu is STILL hanging off his back with the sleeper hold. Black lifts Maya up and choke slams her in reverse sending her face first into the canvas. Bubba J rushes over and begins mud stomping the shit out of her on her chest and face as she tries to cover up.

Linzi Martin: Maya showing obvious rust here as Bubba and Vinny take control.

Larry Gordon: I think she’s only ever had about four professional matches in her career. While Bubba and Black are consummate professionals and REBEL Pro Icons.

Bubba J lifts Maya up by the neck and throws her across the ring like a rag doll before charging at her in the corner. Masakazu flips forward over Vincent Black and lands on his feet. Masakazu taps his steel plated shins and spins backwards for a kick, but Black catches his leg. Masakazu jumps using his other leg and hit’s a spinning kick across Black’s face. Masakazu hit’s the canvas and scrambles, as Black stumbles into the ropes holding his face. Seeing as how steel plated shin kicks would hurt like a bitch and all. Kalis from outside of the ring hops up onto the apron and cracks Vincent Black in the back of the head with his brass knuckled fists, sending Black forward into a quick succession of muay thai strikes from Masakazu, all using his steeled shins, cracking Black in the ribs and then face. Black still won’t go down though and Maya is trying to fight her way out of Bubba J’s incredible onslaught. Maya however lifts herself up, rolling onto her shoulders and wrapping her legs around Bubba J’s waist and taking him down to the canvas. Black charges at Masakazu and clotheslines him down hard, Mas bouncing off the canvas and right back to his feet. Black with another clothesline, Mas bounces off the canvas and jumps right back to his feet. Black goes for a third, but Masakazu ducks the last attempt and hits Black again across the face with his steel plated shins. Finally, Black goes down to one knee as Bubba cracks Maya repeatedly in the baby oven with his free hand as she applies an armbar on him.

Linzi Martin: That is so freaking hot.

Larry Gordon: Is… is Maya pleasuring herself by rubbing Bubba’s arm against her… While doing the armbar?

Linzi Martin: Just say it, Larry. She’s doing the armbar to both hurt Bubba, and masturbate with his arm. It’s totally inappropriate, and awesome!

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Bubba J again with another lobbed punch into Maya’s tummy as she pulls back on his arm, but she’s masochistically loving the whole situation. Masakazu bounces off the ropes and flies forward, lifting both knees into Black’s head and taking him down. Bubba J rips his arm out of Maya’s grasp and at the same time he pulls off her tight spandex, and…

Larry Gordon: I hope kids aren’t watching.

She isn’t wearing any underwear. Bubba J has a front seat view and pauses to admire.

Linzi Martin: Wardrobe malfunction F-T-W!

Kalis spins around and shakes his head on the outside of the ring as Masakazu turns around and shudders. Maya quickly pulls her spandex back up and kicks Bubba in the face.

Larry Gordon: What does FTW mean?

Bubba is up though and as Masakazu turns around to face Black,

Bubba J spears Masakazu through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!!! They smash right against the French announce table, because of course REBEL Pro is broadcast on RDS in Quebec yeah!

Maurice Picard: MON DIEU!

Francois Gagne: Je pense son tete c’est pas meme apres sa.

Maurice Picard: Oui, oui!

Gordon looks at Linzi dismayed. Black now goes at Maya but she keeps jumping around the ring, avoiding him. Kalis is smoking a cigarette on the outside, leaning up against the guard rails as a group of fans try not to get cut by his barbed wire armour.

Larry Gordon: When the hell did we get a French announce team?

Maya throws herself forward, rolls, and gets hold of her whip again as Bubba J begins smashing Masakazu’s face against the edge of the French announce table.

Linzi Martin: They’ve been there a while now, Larry. You do know Simon was born in the French Canada.

Larry Gordon: You mean Quebec?

Masakazu’s face goes through a television monitor on their table. They’re frogging out. I mean freaking out. Black still can’t get a hold of Maya, she’s just way too quick and agile and it’s somewhat frustrating. Especially as she begins dancing erotically while cracking her whip against the ring. We have to wonder what Black is thinking.

“Does she wanna fuck me or kill me?”

The answer’s likely both, Vinny.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. Shouldn’t you know this?

Masakazu grabs poor Francois Gagne and puts him in front of one of Bubba J’s fists, giving Masakazu enough time to elbow Bubba J then low blow him the balls. Masakazu is bleeding all over himself but he grabs Bubba J and does an impact DDT into the edge of the French announcers table, finally bringing down the lovely REBEL Pro logo design on it. Simon Kalis finishes his cigarette and joins Larry and Linzi at the regular English announcers table, taking a seat between them, kicking his feet up and leaning back.

Simon Kalis: Hey guys.

Maya cracks her whip at Vincent’s direction, lashing him in the chest and arms. Black tries to move forward towards her, but she just cracks the whip in his face this time, leaving an immediate bloody slash.

Linzi Martin: Hey babe!

Larry Gordon: Babe?!

Masakazu picks Bubba J up and rolls him onto the French announcers table. Bubba and Mas now stand on it and begin an all out brawl, lefts, rights. Lefts, rights. Back and forth. Both men are relishing in the battle. Maya cracks her whip at Black and lasso’s his neck and tries to yank forward like she did with Bubba, but Black yanks her forward towards him.

Linzi Martin: What’s with the whip?

Simon Kalis: Ugh… You can thank Johnny Maverick for teaching her a love for whips, strap ons and general bondage. Though I told her it’d be great to use in a match.

Linzi Martin: Oh my.

Larry Gordon: That’s my line.

Black grabs Maya by the throat but she drops the handle to her whip and grabs him by the balls, smiling. He lifts her up, but she holds on… to… his lightsaber.

Simon Kalis: Damn that’s a big bulge. Now I know why he’s called Vincent… Black. Hah get it? I’m a fucking genius.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Masakazu with his steel plated shins again with a kick to Bubba’s nuts, has Bubba reeling. Masakazu hoists him, PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE FRENCH FUCK ANNOUNCE TABLE! But in the ring! Vincent Black takes Maya over to the corner and fucking choke slams her out of the ring and onto the steel steps!!!! Bubba is bleeding now! Masakazu is still bleeding, and has a piece of glass in his upper right cheek from the TV screen Bubba put his face through. It’s bedlam in REBEL Pro now folks, and the fans are LOVING IT!

Larry Gordon: Why aren’t you wrestling, Simon?

Black gets to the outside of the ring and grabs a beer bottle from a fan, and proceeds to drink some before smashing it over Maya’s beautiful face going Chris Brown on her.

Simon Kalis: Well, it’s a street fight. This is what Vincent Black wanted. I’ll be there soon enough. Fresh too, while these two idiots will be bloodied and battered by the time I go charging in.

Linzi Martin: Handsome and smart, hehe.

Kalis winks in Linzi’s direction as he looks down at where her hands

are.

Bubba and Masakazu are all kinds of fucked up as they crawl out of the wreckage of the French announcers table. Mas picks up a TV screen and smashes it on Bubba’s face. Black has Maya up in the air again, choking her as he holds her in the air while stiff punching her in the tits and stomach with his free hand.

Simon Kalis: I see why you wanted the announcers job, Larry.

Linzi is… Doing what she usually does during the main event.

Larry Gordon: I find it unprofessional that she pleasures herself to the matches.

Masakazu tries to get away from Bubba now, but Bubba grabs Masakazu by the leg and pushes himself up and forward onto Masakazu, taking Masa’s leg with him as he smashes Masa’s face with his steel plated shin, bending Masakazu’s body a way it was probably not meant to be bent. Bubba J crawls under the ring and grabs a few things we can’t see right now, but he’s likely about to go Bubba J on a motherfucker. Meanwhile, on Days of our Lives.

Simon Kalis: Can I have a taste?

Linzi Martin: Sure!

Larry Gordon: A taste? What’s that mean?

Simon’s head disappears into Linzi’s lap and Larry grabs onto his TV monitor and looks away as Bubba rolls out from beneath the ring with… A Fork in hand! As Masakazu jumps him, Bubba J stabs at him in the neck with the fork. Masakazu falls back, no deep cut or anything but he did get punctured and Mas looks at Bubba with shock. Vincent Black throws Maya onto the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: Good God in heaven.

Kalis sits back up and licks his lips.

Simon Kalis: Niiiice.

Linzi Martin: Whoa.

She has this awe struck, jaw dropped look on her face and it isn’t from Bubba stabbing Masakazu in the arm with the fork as Masakazu smashes a piece of broken wood over Bubba’s face.

Larry Gordon: Now I know where your daughter gets it from.

Linzi holds up the small piece of carrot muffin left and finally pouts.

Linzi Martin: You didn’t have to eat the whole thing you know.

Larry Gordon: Wait he ate your muffin? As in a real muffin?

Linzi Martin: I like nipping off pieces of muffin in my lap during matches. I just don’t like people seeing in case they think I’m eating too much. Woman’s got an image to keep up ya know. Why… What did you think I was always doing with my hands in my lap every week?

Larry Gordon: Never mind.

Maya tries crawling up the entrance ramp away from Vincent Black who stalks her, slowly walking up behind her. Masakazu rips the fork out of his arm and rubs it, having now received multiple tiny punctures over himself. He looks at Bubba J like Bubba is a maniac, and well, Bubba is. But Masakazu rolls on his back and shoulders, hitting Bubba J back to back in the head with his steel plated shins. Bubba reels, falling back. Masakazu jumps under the ring, throwing himself in. Bubba J wipes the blood off his face and goes in after him. A fan near Maya throws her a t-shirt, and Maya stops to look at it for a moment as Black comes up behind her.

Simon Kalis: Yeah! You can do it sweety!

Larry Gordon: Is that a Lisa Seldon shirt?

Maya rolls over onto her back and holds up the shirt with Lisa’s face on it as if it were a cross to a vampire. Black stops in his tracks, looking a little pissed at Maya’s audacity. Masakazu escapes out the other side of the ring with two long glass fluorescent light tubes in hand. Bubba J is right behind him and as he looks up, BANG! Glass shatters and a very toxic mist from the broken tube dissipates in the air. Masakazu goes to swing with the other one but Bubba grabs his arm and pulls himself up with his own force against Masakazu’s. The men struggle, and Bubba kicks Masakazu in the gut, grabs the long tube, smashes it over his head and drops Masakazu.

Linzi Martin: This is getting ridiculous.

Maya is up and begins brawling with Black, to no avail as she punches him with lefts and rights in the stomach. She stops and looks up at him as he goes to grab her. So Maya drops on her knees and… BITES VINCENT BLACK IN THE DICK! The crowd is going nuts as Black falls to his knees, his eyes wide with pain and disbelief. Maya holds up the t-shirt with Lisa’s face on it again right before she wraps it around his neck, flips over him and sets up the most awkward chokehold in history. Bubba J covers Masakazu!

1!

Simon Kalis: Pfft.

2!!

Larry Gordon: OH MY!

TH-KICK OUT!!! MASAKAZU KICKS OUT!

Linzi Martin: First pinfall of the match I think.

Masakazu throws Bubba J off of him and crawls away, getting to his feet. Maya is still choking Black with the Seldon t-shirt outside, but black is getting to his feet with Maya still hanging off his back. Maya wraps her long legs around his waist and uses the heel of her foot to repeatedly kick him in the balls as he stands up. But suddenly…

Larry Gordon: It’s Mikey Massacre!

Simon Kalis: Oh they’re screwed now.

Mikey, barbed wire baseball bat in hand rushes down to ringside. He stops on the ramp and points the bat at Vincent Black, and then swings… AND CRACKS MAYA OVER THE FACE! Maya releases her t-shirt chokehold grip and rolls down the entrance ramp, partially KO’d. Mikey walks passed Vincent who’s still holding onto the crown jewels Maya bit into and drops the bat, lifting Maya up off the ground and taking her back to it with a Russian leg sweep onto the thick metal of the entrance ramp.

Simon Kalis: Well.

Linzi Martin: So much for fairness!!!

Simon Kalis: Intervention is necessary.

Larry Gordon: Oh, here we go.

Kalis throws the headseat off and leaps over the announcers table and slides into the ring. Masakazu dodges Bubba J’s fists and falls back against the ropes, as Simon comes with a cross body splash on Bubba J. Simon’s barbed wire wrapped body adding a pinch to the attack. Mikey Massacre grabs Maya by her hair and lifts her back up again, as Vincent stands up and looks at Mikey with some confusion. Maya with a quick low blow, follows it up with an attempted spinning heel kick but Maya misses and Mikey DDTs her for her trouble. But Simon hops up onto the top turnbuckle and comes flying off with a shooting star press on Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black, barbed wire wrapped body and all. Bubba J and Masakazu in the ring continue their battle, with Bubba blocking Masakazu’s Muay Thai strikes, but as Bubba goes to knock Masakazu in the face, Mas dodges likewise and they find themselves in a stalemate. Simon is on his feet and helps Maya up, as Mikey and Vincent get to their feet.

Linzi Martin: So this has devolved into a three on three battle for all the marbles?

Larry Gordon: The real question is why is Mikey helping Bubba and Black?

Maya grabs onto her father and slingshots herself off of him into Mikey Massacre. Kalis rushes at Black, but Black elbows him right to the ground. Black is relentless, stomping down on Simon. Bubba grabs Masakazu and goes for a DDT, Masakazu frees himself. Mas tries to counter with a bicycle kick, Bubba ducks. Bubba grabs Masakazu from behind and goes for a spinning neck breaker but Masakazu throws his feet against the ropes closest to him and uses them to catapult himself up into the air and over Bubba J. Masakazu grabs Bubba J from behind by the waist but Bubba throws his arms up around Masakazu’s neck and drops for TRAILER PARK TRASH…. BUT NO!!! Masakazu knees Bubba in the spine and pulls himself out before the drop. Bubba falls to the ground, Masakazu jumps up and lands with both steel plated shins across Bubba J’s face! Masakazu covers!

1!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

2!!

Larry Gordon: I think EVERY person in this arena is on their feet now Linzi!

THR- KICK OUT!

Massacre grabs Maya from behind, pulls her around, snap suplex and Maya’s body CRACKS over the guard rail! Vincent Black is just straight choking Simon Kalis as Kalis uses his brass knuckles to crack Black repeatedly in the face. Masakazu goes under the ring and pulls out a few tables, as Bubba on the opposite side of the ring pulls out a few ladders.

Linzi Martin: Bedlam in California tonight!

Kalis finally cracks Black so hard his nose starts bleeding. Simon pulls Vincent down between his arms and side and hit’s a spinning neck breaker on the big man. Kalis quickly grabs Vincent by the face and begins wailing on him with heavy rights, brass knuckles and all. Mikey Massacre applies a surfboard stretch on Maya who screams and yells to get free as Masakazu sets up two tables. Bubba J and Masakazu begin talking shit to each other, Masakazu picking up another light tube and smashing it over the table. Bubba J walks over and grabs a bag from underneath the ring, and pours thumbtacks all over it. Masakazu smirks and goes under the ring himself now, and finds a gasoline canister there and begins pouring it all over the table.

Linzi Martin: Masakazu and Bubba are having a Hardcore-off it seems.

Larry Gordon: In true REBEL fashion.

Masakazu jumps onto the ring apron and then into the ring and towards the other side. He leaps out over the other side and grabs a ladder, with Bubba having carried one over to where the tables are himself, Bubba picks that one up. Vincent Black throws Simon Kalis off of him, and Kalis hops the guard rail and goes into the crowd and grabs a chair. Masakazu cracks Mikey Massacre in the back of the head with the edge of the ladder, freeing Maya up as he makes his way to Bubba. Bubba hoists his ladder forward towards Mas, Mas hoists his forward towards Bubba.

Linzi Martin: Let the jousting begin!

Simon Kalis swings his chair wildly towards Vincent Black, and Black is careful not to get hit. Maya is on her feet and she launches herself up, springboards off the guardrails, lands on Mikey and lays him out with a hurricanrana. Bubba and Masakazu rush each other and they both miss in the first pass, but the adrenaline is clearly pumping. Black grabs a chair from a fan of his own and both Simon and Black swing at each other. The chairs clash and dent and both men recoil, though Simon more than Vincent. Simon hops onto the guardrail and brings his chair down over Vincent’s head, completely wrapping the chair around it. Maya gets hip tossed into the steel steps by Mikey Massacre who grabs her by the legs and applies a Boston Crab.

Larry Gordon: It’s pretty hard to keep track of all the action here.

Bubba and Masakazu rush each other with the ladders once more, this time both men connect at the same time right into each others faces. The crowd at front row jumps out of their seats to check the damage as they catch each other in the face, both men laid out near the table of doom they created. Maya holds onto the steel steps and tries to pull herself up but all it does is add more and more pain and pressure from Mikey’s Masshole Crab. Vincent Black pulls the chair off his head just in time to get speared by Simon Kalis right into the guard rail, through it, and into the front row. Simon grabs Vincent’s face and rubs it against his chest, which if you forgot is covered in barbed wire. Simon steps back, looking a bit dizzy and he heads off as Vincent gets to his feet. Simon Kalis super kicks Mikey Massacre in the face, sending him off of Maya. Kalis picks Mikey up but Mikey head butts him. Simon stumbles back, Mikey with a double armed DDT right onto the steel steps on Simon Kalis has the crowd cheering. Masakazu and Bubba J, meanwhile, are finally getting to their feet.

Larry Gordon: I thought they’d both certainly knocked each other out.

Linzi Martin: They’re tough bastards.

Masakazu sets up his ladder on side of the table of doom, Bubba sets his up on the other and both men begin climbing. Simon and Maya lift Mikey up and throw him into the oncoming Vincent Black, who catches Massacre and helps him get himself properly on his feet. Masa and Bubba are now perched ten feet in the air over the table of doom, both talking shit to each other. Masakazu jumps off his, grabs Bubba by the face and kicks his feet off Bubba’s ladder for the drop… FACEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE OF DOOM!

NO!
Bubba J uses the last split seconds to pull Masakazu under him while Masa holds his face, putting his knees to Masa’s chest and driving him through all the broken glass and thumbtacks. Camera flashing is blinding as Bubba stands up, feeling a little hurt from the impact. But thankfully Masakazu was there to take all that pain. Masakazu seems utterly out of it and Bubba J pulls out a lighter, sparks a cigarette and drops the light onto the wreckage of the table, setting it on fire! Masakazu quickly finds the strength to pull himself out of it all and rolls around putting the fire out of himself, but he sighs in relief and passes out. Bubba J goes into his pockets and grabs some fire crackers and another lighter.

Larry Gordon: Oh what’s he gonna do now?!

Simon sees Bubba coming and grabs Maya, and vaults her up onto the ring apron to avoid him. Bubba rushes Simon and shoves the lit firecrackers down Simon’s pants. They pop off and Simon jumps up and down as he pulls them out of his pants and throws them back at Bubba, but one of them goes off in Simons hand. Bubba J with a kick to Kalis’ gut, TRAILER PARK TRASH CONNECTS!!! Maya scrambles and flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick right into Bubba J, that sends Bubba into the crowd. Vincent Black grabs Maya and throws her aside as he lifts Simon up and throws him into the ring. Vincent Black slides in and covers.

1!

Larry Gordon: !!!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND! Vincent can’t believe it! Simon spits in his face and kicks him away. Maya and Mikey are battling it out on the ring apron now, above the second table Masakazu had set up. Maya begins kissing Mikey Massacre passionately!

Linzi Martin: I love that girl. Did you know her fighting style is officially called “The Sexual Martial Artist” ?

Larry Gordon: I did not know that, no…

Maya knees Mikey in the gut and grabs him, taking both of them down and through the table! Bubba J is up and in the ring now with Vincent Black and Simon Kalis. Kalis backs himself up into a corner turnbuckle, shaking his head and holding his hands up as Black and Bubba approach. Masakazu is up and stalks around the ring, sliding in quietly behind them.

Larry Gordon: Annnnd I think this is the first time the real competitors of this match have been in the ring together tonight.

Linzi Martin: Yeah it only took about twenty five minutes.

Masakazu grabs Bubba J from behind, falling face buster!!! Black spins around, and Simon slides over to him and gives him a low blow for his troubles. Simon up, reverse DDT! The Order of Chaos pins Hardcore Entertainment all at once!

1! 1!

2! 2!

TH- TH- KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Black launches Simon away, Bubba throws Masakazu off. The Order rebounds themselves into the same corner much as Hardcore Entertainment does the same. Simon points to Bubba, as Masakazu points to Vincent Black. The crowd is on their feet, screaming, pounding the rafters.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Mikey Massacre seems ready now to get into the ring but Maya has her whip again, and she lassos Mikey with it by the neck and pulls him off the apron, releasing him from the grip and cracking her whip and shaking her head.

Linzi Martin: It’s now truly The Order of Chaos versus Hardcore Entertainment. Both teams have a secret weapon, but they’ve neutralized each other. Simon rushes Bubba J and an all out brawl ensues between the two bald men of the match. Masakazu carefully circles around, wiping the blood off his face as he tries to size up Vincent Black. But Black towers over Masakazu, as you’d well imagine he would. Masakazu taps his steel plated shins and moves in. He goes for a forward thrust kick but Vincent grabs his leg and grabs hold of the steel plate and rips it off. Masakazu spins around and Vincent clocks him across the face with the steel plating, sending Masakazu to the canvas. Vincent brings it up and cracks it down on Masakazu again, and again, and again, absolutely relentless. Bubba J throws Simon into the corner turnbuckle and Simon slides down, his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Bubba puts his boot to Simons throat, pushing down and choking him before starting to stomp down over and over on Simon’s face. Vincent lifts Masakazu’s limp body up and slams him against the canvas with a high angle spine buster that shakes the whole ring.

Larry Gordon: Hardcore Entertainment taking complete control of this match now folks.

Linzi Martin: Yeah it’s not looking good for the boss man or goober boss man.

Black lifts Masakazu back up, and lays him down with ANOTHER high angle spine buster. Maya bites her teeth from ringside as she watches, while Mikey just watches and waits for his moment.

Larry Gordon: Goober boss man? What is this, Victory?

Bubba lifts Simon Kalis up into the corner and begins knocking him with haymaker punches, back and forth, left and right. Simon spits in Bubba J’s face and cracks him across the face, still wearing his brass knuckles, it does extra damage. Simon points to Maya and she springs into action, but Mikey is right there to stop her, grabbing her off the apron. Maya is now on Mikey’s shoulders, as he tries to hold onto her, she’s wailing on his head with lefts and rights. Vincent Black meanwhile, with everyone distracted, picks Masakazu up one more time…

THE NEW HOPE!

Black covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON JUMPS ONTO BLACK AND BREAKS THE COUNT!

Bubba grabs Simon off of Black and spins him around, kick to the gut! Simon steps back, Simon rakes Bubba J in the eyes, TEARS OF REDEMPTION!!! Simon quickly covers!

1!

Maya gets dropped on her face by Mikey Massacre into the steel steps, and now she finds herself bleeding.

2!!

Black is up!

3!!!

NO!!! VINCENT BLACK BREAKS THE COUNT!

Larry Gordon: This is NOT good for my heart. Dear Lord.

Linzi Martin: This arena is so loud right now with anticipation, this match has been so brutal and so back and forth, I can’t hear myself think Larry.

Masakazu is now up, and by the looks of things the match has devolved into everyone going for the big reward moves as he grabs Vincent Black and spins him to face toward him. The 6’1 Masa looks up at the 6’11 Vincent and grapples, bringing his knees up into Black’s gut, then chest, then Masakazu pushes himself up and brings both knees into Vincent Blacks face, FROM JAPAN WITH LOVE! Bubba is still down! Simon collapses into the corner, Masakazu covers!

1!

Mikey hops up onto the ring apron.

2!!

Simon rushes at Mikey and tackles him through the ropes and to the outside!

3!!!

NO! BAH GAWD NO VINCENT BLACK FUCKING KICKED OUT!

HE KICKED OUT!

Masakazu rolls off of Vincent and wipes the blood from his hair and face and looks at the referee, who confirms it was only a two count. Mikey Massacre kicks Simon away from him, and Simon obliges as he goes to check on Maya. But Bubba J is up in the ring with Masakazu who is weary and exhausted, Masakazu turns around and BANG! TRAILER PARK TRASH!!!!! This time it connects!

Bubba covers!

1!

Mikey Massacre spears Simon Kalis to the ground to stop him from interrupting.

2!!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

THRRRRR- NO! MAYA PULLS THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!

Linzi Martin: She JUST saved the Order’s world tour!

Kalis, groggy and dazed gets to his feet and goes under the ring. He pulls out a new table and slides it into the ring. The referee throws Maya out from ringside as she argues with him, he demands she leave the ringside area at once. Simon nods to her and she begrudgingly leaves, but not before cracking her whip one more time right against Mikey Massacre’s face, leaving him now bloodied from the lashing. She runs up the ramp laughing and blowing kisses to the fans.

Larry Gordon: Well this is odd. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a referee throw someone out from ringside before.

Linzi Martin: This is a big AoWF sanctioned title match after all, Larry. It goes beyond the usual rules of REBEL Pro.

Larry Gordon: Or lack thereof.

Simon sets the table up as Masakazu gets to his feet, but now Mikey Massacre is up on the ring apron. Mikey grabs Masakazu from behind, and twists him about until he hit’s a northern lights suplex on Masakazu from the ring, to the outside and THROUGH the announcers table!!!

Larry Gordon: JEEZ! Right in our laps!

Linzi Martin: Oh my god I think I broke a fucking nail. God damn it Mikey, you ass.

Simon looks around now as Bubba and Vincent surround him and corner him. Simon simply nods with acceptance but rushes Bubba J to no avail as Vincent grabs him, KEG TAP!!! Simon is obliterated, and now Bubba picks Simon up and puts him onto the table, climbing up with him. Vincent Black heads to the top rope as Mikey picks Masakazu up and throws him into the ring.

Larry Gordon: Oh lord. Hardcore Entertainment is going for the Skull Caver. This could be it.

Linzi Martin: Yeah but what the hell is Mikey doing?

Bubba sets Simon up for the piledriver through the table as Vincent sets himself up onto the top turnbuckle to drive Kalis through. But at the last second Mikey picks Masakazu up but Masakazu bites Massacre in the face! What the…? Masakazu throws himself onto the table and throws Bubba J off balance, causing both Bubba and Simon to spill out onto the canvas in a pile JUST as Vincent Black comes down. Masakazu keeps sliding right off the table, and Black goes right through it!

Larry Gordon: Ohhhhh!!!!!!

Bubba J is up and he’s exactly what you’d think he is, pissed. Mikey apologizes to Bubba J and then points behind him, Masakazu spins Bubba J around and spins him around… MASA DRIVER!!!! MASA DRIVER!!!! Simon Kalis gets to his feet, wobbly and then collapses right back down. But he lands near Vincent, not on him, but Simon holds onto Vincent’s legs. Masakazu covers Bubba J, and throws his feet up onto the middle ropes for extra leverage!

1!

Mikey Massacre’s eyes widen as he looks on, Black trying to hit Simon away but Simon holding onto him for dear life.

2!!

Mikey bails! Mikey bails! He’s making a run for it up the entrance ramp!

3!!!

Linzi Martin: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

DING DING DING

Masakazu rolls off of Bubba J as Maya comes running down to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, and still AoWF Tag Team Champions… and NEW REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… Simon and Masakazu Kalis… THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!!!

Maya pulls Simon and Mas out of the ring and both men collapse to the ground, she runs around and grabs the AoWF, PWA and REBEL Pro tag team titles and throws them over them as they all help each other to their feet. Bubba sits up and Vincent Black helps him to his feet, and they both stagger a moment before using the ropes to hold onto. Kalis and Mas offer them an Order style salute and nod in their direction out of respect.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think these two teams will be the same after this match. What a contest. This was so incredibly close, right down to the wire.

Linzi Martin: And you can’t help but feel if it wasn’t for Mikey Massacre, Hardcore Entertainment would be the ones with all that gold.

Larry Gordon: Yes. Mikey Massacre is in for it.

The Order disappears into the back as Hardcore Entertainment now make their leave, the ring crews running in now to clean up the carnage and mess left behind.

Linzi Martin: Wait a minute I’m getting word Aggression isn’t over yet… Oh, oh my.

Larry Gordon: That’s my line, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: No, seriously. It’s-

*****Clash of Titans*****

As the ring crew removes debris from inside the ring to either side of it, “Knights of Cydonia” hits the P.A., and immediately the crowd reacts. An unscheduled appearance by all accounts, its only a moment before Jamie Flynn appears from backstage.

Decked out in an all-black Armani suit and wearing his trademark aviator sunglasses. He pounds his chest and then points to he crowd, eliciting another large pop as he make his way down to the ring.

He enters between the top and middle ropes, and proceeds to grab a mic. He waits until the crowd simmers down, and then speaks.

Jamie Flynn: “You know, I don’t make a habit of any in-ring spectacle that doesn’t involve a sanctioned match. From bell to bell you get my fucking best, every single time. Anything beyond that?”

Instead of rhetorically answering the question, he simply smiles and shrugs.

Jamie Flynn: “Well, I’m changing my approach slightly. After all, what good is victory without progress? I’m not so dead set in my ways I can’t mix things up from time to time.”

A pause, and he finally removes his sunglasses.

Jamie Flynn: “Shall we, then?”

He smiles widely as the crowd responds with cheers.

Jamie Flynn: “For the past few months since joining up here in Rebel, I’ve trudged through the ranks of depravity littering your roster. With no shortage of vigor or firepower, I’ve demonstrated point blank where your humble competitors are sorely lacking. Clawing over each other at the bottom, while at least one of them a month rises to the top of the scrap heap and gets his shot.”

He stops completely.

Jamie Flynn: “And then down he goes…”

He makes a downward motion with his finger and shakes his head.

Jamie Flynn: ”This pitiful display has gone on all year unanswered. Men and women from other companies swooping in and pillaging what they will. Your world champion barely ever even bothers to grace you all with her presence.. Just pokes her head in from time to time to keep the tails tucked between your legs, her authority here is so absolute.”

Another pause.

Jamie Flynn: “Or is it?”

He turns his head slightly and cocks an eyebrow with a curious expression.

Jamie Flynn: “At some point during her last contractually-obligated appearance, she
proclaimed the entirety of this roster roams the halls in fear of speaking her name, lest she catch wind of the transgression and make them feel the full brunt of her wrath. To a point, she’s right. Your current number-one contender has vehemently denied his desire to take her on right now, with clearly ‘more important’ matters on his mind. But there’s one name that’s never been afraid to speak up in protest. One voice, carried with much more credibility and passion than any other, which has been neither shy nor timid with speaking out against her reign.”

A wide grin emerges on his face, and he motions a slight shrug as the crowd reacts to his insinuations.

Jamie Flynn: “But, to this point and in all fairness, that voice has yet to issue a real, tangible challenge. It’s one thing to criticize, it’s another to step right up to the plate and take a swing. I’ve been content to allow the rabble to claw over each other and take their shots. Now, my patience is worn thin. I’m done playing second-fiddle to competitors who refuse to rise up to a real challenge.”

His smile has vanished, and his tone become much more striking.

Jamie Flynn: “So here I am, Lisa.”

He moves to the side of the ring facing the backstage area, and appears to be speaking in that direction.

Jamie Flynn: “The sacred ring I’m standing in here at Rebel Pro is crying out for something meaningful. These great fans deserve it, but more than that. You owe it to yourself, if your current reign over everyone and everything is worth its weight in gold, to step up against me. Not because you have anything to prove, but because I’m the only one willing to face you on the level you deserve.”

He elaborately bows toward the backstage area.

Jamie Flynn: “See you soon.”

He drops the mic and immediately rolls out of the ring, “Knights of Cydonia” crankng back up over the airwaves to signal his departure, with one last shot of Jamie Flynn walking away from the ring, which itself is covered in blood.

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Hostile defeats Jaice Wilds
Matt Stone defeats Mikey Massacre
The Order of Chaos defeats Hardcore Entertainment to become new REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions

*****The Gold Edition*****

Shawn West is walking through the halls of the arena here in San Jose, talking on his cell phone.

SHAWN: “Jeremy, when I get to the office, you and Rupert better be there. This late in traffic bullshit won’t fly. Kalis has a list of things we have to get done, so stop fucking around and get here.”

Shawn gets to the office door and opens it just in time to be booted in the head. He falls backwards, and his head slams on the concrete floor, and hard. He is out cold, moaning a little bit as he is dragged into the office. The camera never sees who the assailant is, as the camera fades to the intro.

*****Greetings From Snowy Skyrim!*****

Marvin Humperdink carefully knocks on the office door, which reads “Simon Kalis”. He is a bit surprised to see Kalis is even in the building tonight, and is filled with trepidation as he opens the door.

Marvin Humperdink: …Sir? Are you here?

Loud music can be heard, but not rap. Or rock. It’s more… Orchestral. There’s clashing. Screaming, heavy breathing. Marvin has no idea what to do. Does he run!? Does he enter?!

Simon Kalis: OH MY GOD!

Masakazu: DUDE! NO!

Marvin Humperdink rushes into the room with a brave face to see what’s happening, to find both father and son sitting in front of a giant flat screen television. Marvin stops to watch as Masakazu holds his head, Simon is standing on the couch as he battles a dragon on a snowy mountain top and everyone lets out a collective sigh.

Marvin Humperdink: Mr. Kalis! You’re here to run the show tonight???

Kalis falls back into the couch as he pulls off an execution finisher on the dragon.

Simon Kalis: GET THE FUCK OUT!

Humperdink trips over himself as he falls out of the office, closing the door behind him and we fade to ringside as the pyros finish going off…

*****The Black & Gold Edition*****

As the pyro from the wicked awesome REBEL show intro dies down, “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga blares over the loudspeaker, as gold and red pyro fires from the stage and REBELtron.

LARRY GORDON: Well, what a surprise here! I wonder what Mr. Gold has to say.

LINZI MARTIN: I couldn’t care less.

Instead of coming to the ring, the REBELtron kicks in, showing Jeremy Gold. He looks unbelievably scared, as he holds a piece of paper in front of him. In the background, we can see Rupert the Kangaroo, tied up with duct tape over his mouth.

JEREMY GOLD: L-l-look, man, let Rupert go. I’ll do what yuh-yuh-you asked me to, it’s O-O…uh, fine.

Gold flinches, and yelps.

JEREMY GOLD: OK OK OK! Hey, uh, REBEL. It seems that General Manager Shawn West is sick or missing or dead because this psycho- OK, OK! I’m acting General manager tonight. So, uhm…. look, I can’t be-

A huge hand covers Jeremy Gold’s face, and pushes him away. Out from behind the camera comes a rather tall man, and the camera is aimed at his chest, as the camera pans up, we see……

Vincent Black. The crowd pops BIG!

LARRY GORDON: Oh, Vincent, what have you done now?
LINZA MARTIN: Made a Jeremy Gold promo worth watching!

Vincent clears his throat, and begins to speak.

VINCENT BLACK: Oh, hi, REBEL fans. I’ve been reading a lot and hearing a lot of complaints about REBEL shows as of late, so I’ve decided to, well, punt Shawn West in the head, send him to the hospital, and force Jeremy Gold to sign a bunch of stipulations into tonight’s matches.

The crowd cheers loudly, but Larry Gordon doesn’t seem amused.

LARRY GORDON: Damnit, Vince! He’s gonna give me another heart attack…

VINCENT BLACK: To make it fair to those involved in tonight’s event, I pulled Jenny jersey aside, gave her some choices of match stipulations, and then told her she could choose what match had what stipulation. To say the least, I was surprised with the outcome. I think Ms. Jersey has made, quite possibly, one of the most entertaining cards to date. REBEL fans, thank Ms. Jersey.

On cue, the fans begin to chant “THANK YOU JENNY CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP”, and Jenny Jersey smiles and blushes.

VINCENT BLACK: So, after Mr. Gold down there graciously signed the contracts, we have what I call “REBEL Aggression: The BLACK AND GOLD EDITION!” And, for this special occasion, I’ve had a limited number of Black and Gold REBEL PRO Jerseys- as a token of my thanks to Ms. Jersey- made up for sale in our merch area. I’m not going to spoil the surprises, so REBEL Pro, have a fucking good time!

The fans cheer wildly.

LINZI MARTIN: Jesus, I think I love that man. I wonder what kind of hardcore, violent bullshit he’s pulled for us tonight?

LARRY GORDON: I think I’ll have to talk to Simon a little later…

*****Taboo versus Jimmy Henderson*****

DING DING

Taboo immediately charges at Henderson but being very agile, he is able to dodge out of the way. Taboo unsuccessfully tries a few single and double-leg takedowns to no avail. Henderson dodges another and then quickly hits a dropkick. Taboo gets to his feet angrily and charges at Henderson. Henderson tries to squirm out of the way but Taboo grabs him and throws him into the corner. Fist! Fist! Fist! Irish whip corner to corner. Henderson bounces off. Taboo runs in with a big clothesline! He grabs Henderson like a rag doll and throws him to the outside!

LARRY GORDON: Taboo desperately wants a match with Hostile! And I don’t blame him, Hostile attacked him without provocation just because he wanted to! But Taboo should not be getting the police called on REBEL—we don’t need it!

LINZI MARTIN: I agree with you. Taboo is taking his frustrations out on Jimmy Henderson!

Just as Henderson gets to his feet, Taboo whips him into and over the guard rail. Then climbs over! Security moves fans out of their seats as Taboo kicks chairs out of his way. Taboo picks up Henderson. POWER BOMB! NO! NO! Henderson reverses into a hurricanrana onto a CHAIR!

LARRY GORDON: The much smaller, more agile competitor showing his stuff!

Taboo grabs his lower back as Henderson goes to work on with a closed steel chair. Henderson picks Taboo up and whips him into the guard rail. Taboo’s back hits it hard. Henderson jumps up onto a steel chair and spinning heel kicks Taboo OVER THE GUARD RAIL! NO! NO! Taboo reverses into an EXPLODER SUPLEX OVER THE GUARD RAIL!

LINZI MARTIN: If it weren’t for Taboo’s problematic back, he could pin Henderson right now!

Taboo falls to the ground holding his back as Henderson tries to get to his feet, the wind completely knocked out of him. Just as he is getting his mojo back, Taboo nails him with a CHAIR HUCK. He yells at the top of his lungs “HOSTILE!!!!!!!” like something out of the Superman and Doomsday saga. He picks Henderson up and whips him into the steel stairs! Henderson flies through them and into chairs at ringside. One of which he grabs… CHAIR HUCK TO TABOO! Taboo falls to the ground. Henderson climbs up the turnbuckle. Just as Taboo stands… MISSILE DROPKICK! Taboo falls down. Henderson climbs up onto the guard rail. Just as Taboo stands… FLYING HEADSCISSORS! Taboo gets up just in time to eat a SUPERKICK!

LARRY GORDON: WHAT A COMBO! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Henderson jumps up onto the ring apron then nails Taboo with a knee drop! He goes back up onto the turnbuckle! He waits for Taboo to stir, then to stand… MOBILE BAY FLIP! BUT TABOO CATCHES HIM! TOMBSTONE—NO! NO! Henderson REVERSES INTO ANOTHER HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Taboo flips onto his back. Henderson with a dropkick to the back of Taboo’s head! His head snaps forward! COVER!

LINZI MARTIN: His head snapped! That was vicious!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Henderson is going back up top. Another MOBILE BAY FLIP! This time Taboo moves out of the way! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT BY HENDERSON!

Taboo lets Henderson get to his feet… LARRRIIIAAATTTTTOOOOO!!!!!

LARRY GORDON: Many men have seen their careers end with the strongest lariat in the business!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Taboo grabs a steel chair. He places it on Henderson’s chest. He climbs up onto the ring apron. BOULDER BOMB ONTO THE CHAIR! NO! Henderson gets his knees up! TABOO ROLLS AROUND, CLUTCHING HIS CHEST AND ABDOMEN! Henderson with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!
Henderson stands and grabs the steel chair. Taboo slowly gets to his feet. Henderson swings the chair. Taboo ducks it! Hooks Henderson… BIG BANG THEORY ON THE OUTSIDE ONTO THE DROPPED CHAIR!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… “THE BOULDER FROM BOULDER,” “THE SUPLEX AUTOMATON,”… TABOOOOOOOO!

Taboo ignores the referee raising his arm and looks into the camera.

TABOO: I WANT HOSTILE! GIVE ME HOSTILE! Until I get Hostile in the ring, I will show NO MERCY!

Taboo nails a rising Henderson with a Taboo press then headbutts him into oblivion. He returns to the camera.

TABOO: HOSSSTTTIIIILLLLEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

LINZI MARTIN: Well, the man doesn’t speak in code, that’s for sure!

Larry Gordon: And it looks like he’s about to get his wish!

Hostile leaps out from amongst the fans in the crowd and spears Taboo to the ground and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights. Taboo elbows Hostile in the face, sending Hostile off of him. Taboo grabs the chair, SMASH! Right across Hostile’s face. Snap suplex right over the chair AND Jimmy Henderson! Taboo is on fire! Taboo however gets taken down by Hostile again, this time Hostile using a northern lights suplex.

Linzi Martin: This is madness!

Larry Gordon: I hope they don’t get arrested again.

Hostile quickly climbs up onto the ring apron, then the top turnbuckle… NEW JERSEY HEADSHOT ON TABOO! The crowd is going nuts! Hostile just smirks, and nods as he points in Taboo’s direction while backing away up the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: We need to get this sorted out folks. Damn.

Linzi Martin: This battle is heating up quick!

*****ON STRIKE!*****

Outside of the arena, we find Case Filed Rockets along with Hugh Aredone holding up picket signs and they seem to be protesting.

Justin Case: We’ve had enough.

Rocky Logan: Enough of the shenanigans.

Justin Case: Enough of the bullshit!

Hugh Aredone: We want Larry Gordon back in charge!

The audience inside the building has quite a few mixed reactions. From cheers, to boos, to laughter. Case shakes his head and scoffs.

Justin Case: We will be heard. We will get change.

Rocky Logan: This is Occupy REBEL Pro!

*****Like A Virgin- The First Time Ever!*****

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Title on his left shoulder, the Number One Contender Trophy in his right hand.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina, REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, the winner of the 2011 Mystery Tournament and your NEEEEWWWW holder of the reinstated Number One Contender Trophy.. “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. He holds the Trophy up high as the fans roar his name and the music continues to blare.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

Half of the crowd chants NEW WORLD CHAMP NEW WORLD CHAMP NEW WORLD CHAMP while the other half chants LI-SA SEL-DON CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP LI-SA SEL-DON CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP.

Jenny Jersey hands Bubba the microphone and he brings it to his lips as the volume of his entrance music lowers until it is gone.

BUBBA J: Thank you all, thank you all, I have conquered the man-sized pussy, known as Justin Case, and am once again Number One Contender to the greatest title in this sport!

MEGAPOP!

BUBBA J: Now, there’s been a lot of Tweeting and gossip on the news sites about what the Ragin Redneck’s intentions are. About what I am about to say here tonight at Aggression.

Bubba J looks down at his Trophy and smiles.

BUBBA J: Well—

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins cues up and the fans rain down boos as Mikey Massacre emerges from the curtain. He looks out at the crowd from behind his trademark aviators and scratches his wild hair and untamed beard. He frowns at the fans as he makes his way to the ring. Bubba J looks pissed and stares Mikey down as he climbs into the ring. Bubba puts his title belt and trophy down. He walks up to Mikey and bumps chests with him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hold on there, Bubba, before you start getting all hillbilly on me and throwing punches, listen to what I have to say.

Bubba stares at him as Mikey backs away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fact of the matter is, just as these fans are chanting, I lost last week at Hell O Ween. Lisa Seldon pinned me. It wasn’t controversial. She hit me with a series of kicks that knocked out a few of my last remaining good teeth. She represents the worst of professional wrestling and what REBEL Pro has become. But… she won. At Hell O Ween, she was the better professional wrestler, whatever the fuck that means thesedays.

Some cheers, but people very skeptical.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So I’m out here to say, Bubba, that I wish you the best of luck. I sincerely hope you have what it takes to defeat her. If it can’t be me, then I honestly don’t really give a shit who it is, so, please, be my guest. Go ahead and challenge Seldon for the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight title.

Bubba raises his mic. to speak but Mikey interrupts him, looking out at the fans—

MIKEY MASSACRE: But just remember one thing, everyone here tonight, and everyone watching at home, as you eat your fried chicken and rub the grease on your wifebeater shirts that expose the gluttonous path your disgusting life has taken… Even if Bubba J wins… You all still lose.

He turns to Bubba.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You hillbilly fuck. You inbred piece of shit. Like I said when I first came back to this company as a wrestler, you and Vinny Black did jack shit as Lisa Seldon and Simon Kalis and the rest of the AOWF fucks came into this company and shat all over it, destroying what had once been the greatest independent wrestling promotion in the world. Wow, we’re selling out Madison Square Garden—WHO GIVES A FUCK? We have no soul! Every one of those assholes in the back does nothing except try to one-up the other. “Oh, you’re using barbed wire to rip out your opponent’s eyeballs? I better do something bigger and better—why don’t I just challenge my opponent to a fucking GUN ON A POLE MATCH!” And you, Bubba, you just sat around, loving every second of it. Taking years off of your opponents’ life, encouraging those young kids in the back to do the same. Dammit, Bubba, what happened to the Nick Everhardts? To the Derrick Steeles? To all the other technical geniuses that used to comprise this company?

Mikey looks around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: SEE? SEE? No one even knows who they are anymore! This place… is RUINED! YOU JUST SAT THERE AND LET IT ALL HAPPEN! So go ahead and challenge Lisa Seldon, go ahead and do it, but the difference between Seldon and Bubba is the same difference as between a goatshit sandwich and a llamashit sandwich. Look different. Taste different. But at the end of the day, this company still has shit on its breath.

BUBBA J: Jaice Wilds. Jamie Flynn. Lisa Seldon. All three of them can put the competition through barbed wire tables, but they could also out-wrestle the best technical wrestlers Canada or Japan or Europe could throw at them. And they all happen to be wrestlers who have pinned you, not just with weapons… but with—

MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s not about me, Bubba. Don’t you see it? It’s about this industry! What this industry—and this company—has become!

BUBBA J: You want to know what this company has become? It has become what it was always intended to be. No DQ. No Countout. No Bullshit. REBEL Pro Wrestling. Just like Rick Garrett, that Mafia fuck, intended. Just like that bitch Rex Caliber and Kyle Roberts intended. Just like the men who used to be in that locker room intended who have since gone on—

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’re gone because this company BROKE THEM! Physically. Mentally. Financially. Spiritually.

BUBBA J: Oh shut the fuck up you rambling prick. All of those men and women made decisions whether or not to compete here. And where I come from, that is called liberty. We put our bodies on the line for the same reason NFL linebackers and running backs do it. The same reason mixed martial artists get in the octagon. For the competition. Because we are humans who were born to FIGHT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s just it—you’re a FIGHTER! Not a WRESTLER!

BUBBA J: I’m the first person to admit that. What, are you new, Mikey? I’m here to FIGHT. And whether it is wrestling or fighting, or sports entertainment, or whatever you want to call it, I am the best in the world at it! And if you don’t get out of my gawd damn face, I’m gonna prove it to you right now!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not so fast, Bubba. Let me ask you something. You say you’re the best in the world, why don’t we put together a little challenge. Yeah, I like it! What about a Pure Honor match between you and I? Mikey Massacre and Bubba J, the two greatest REBEL Icons of all time, have never wrestled one-on-one before. What if they do it in a Pure Honor match?

The fans pop—

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not tonight, you idiots! At the Pay Per View, so this fat shit has time to get in shape for a Pure Honor match!

Bubba J gets in his face.

BUBBA J: Why the fuck would we wrestle in a Pussy Honor match? This is REBEL FUCKING PRO WRESTLING! If Mikey Massacre and Bubba J are going to go one-on-one for the first time ever, I want every fucking weapon imaginable in that ring… and I want those all pussy holds barred! A PURE HARDCORE MATCH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: PURE HONOR!

BUBBA J: PURE HARDCORE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: PURE HONOR!

BUBBA J: PURE HARDCORE!

Mikey Massacre: Pure Honor!

Bubba J: Pure Hardcore!

“Walk on Water” by Ozzy Osbourne cues up and Simon Kalis emerges.

SIMON KALIS: Hasn’t this segment gone on long enough? I’ll tell you two what. I was prepared for Bubba to cash in his Trophy for a shot at Lisa Seldon, but if Bubba J and Mikey Massacre want to face each other for the first time ever, I’m all for it! But it won’t be under Pure Honor or Pure Hardcore, because I am damn proud of this company and the fact that its matches are somewhere between those two poles! This company has the best wrestling, whether its technical or superviolence, in the AoWF today! At the PPV, it’ll be Bubba J and Mikey Massacre for the First Time Ever! Mikey, if you want the match to take place in the ring, you better prevent Bubba J from going outside. Bubba J, if you want the match to be in your style, you’ll have to get Mikey out of the ring! Now, you two, get out of my ring so we can get back to the actual wrestling or fighting or whatever you two are arguing about!

Mikey and Bubba stare each other down.

Bubba J: Hey Mikey!

TRAILER PARK TRASH to Mikey!

BUBBA J: That’s for interrupting me, you sumbitch! Don’t let it happen again.

Bubba’s music cues up as the fans pop and cheer his name. He gathers his title and trophy, glares at Mikey lying still, and leaves the ring.

*****Jamie Flynn versus Jaice Wilds*****

Jenny Jersey: As per Vincent Black’s rules tonight, the following match can only be won by SUBMISSION!

Larry Gordon: Oh boy.

“Animal” by Nickelback hits and Jaice Wilds heads to the ring with speed and finesse, just like his acrobatic style would make him tuned to. He stretches and waits as “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse hits and out steps Jamie Flynn.

Larry Gordon: Flynn has been on fire ever since returning the ring, right here in REBEL Pro. It has to make you wonder if anyone can beat him.

Linzi Martin: His showdown with Lisa is imminent really, but Bubba has dibs on what’s what.

Flynn enters the ring and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Flynn strikes at Jaice to start things off. Flynn with a spinning elbow, catches Jaice off guard, before following through with a knee strike that catches Jaice in the chin since he is much shorter than Jamie. Jaice goes for a spinning heel kick, Flynn catches him and throws him away on one foot. But Jaice is agile and catches himself before spring boarding himself off the ropes and hitting a lariat on Flynn, taking both men down. Jaice up, quick leg drop over Jamie Flynn. Jaice is back up again, definitely trying to use his speed and agility over the undefeated Jamie Flynn. Jaice with a springboard back elbow as Flynn gets to his feet, but Flynn side steps the attack and Jaice almost falls to the canvas but he catches himself, only for Flynn to use another elbow strike in quick succession with a high knee strike to follow it up. It nearly takes Jaice’s head off his neck as he hit’s the canvas.

Larry Gordon: An impressive style that.

Linzi Martin: You don’t even know what it is, Larry you sly dog.

Larry Gordon: Sure I do. It’s Tony Jaa.

Linzi Martin: Eh. Close enough.

Flynn lifts Jaice up by his neck, but Jaice thrusts his shoulders into Flynn’s ribs and then flips himself forward, sliding down and placing his hands on the canvas. Jaice wraps his legs around Flynn’s neck, flips himself up and then spins as he pulls off a ground hurricanrana type move that astonishes the crowd, and Flynn for that matter. Flynn rolls with it and Jaice follows it up with a springboard super kick. The cameras flash! Jamie Flynn finally hit’s the canvas again and Jaice is taking the high risk, heading up top. Jaice flies off with a corkscrew shooting star press!!!! BUT RIGHT INTO THE RAISED KNEES FROM FLYNN! Jaice bounces off him, clutching his sides and immediately Flynn looks to wrap this up crossface chickenwing on Jaice!

Linzi Martin: Flynn could win it already! Jaice is in a bad spot!

Larry Gordon: The kid has tons of hearts. And I know people keep asking why he gets the toughest opponents.

Linzi Martin: Cause they need krill?

Larry Gordon: No! Cause Simon and I believe this kid has the potential to be something very special in this business and in REBEL Pro. He’s the future, Linzi.

We see Jaice trying not to pass out as he struggles to get free.

Linzi Martin: Well just like Europe’s economy, the future looks shit right now.

Jaice manages to get free, but is it because he got free or Flynn let go? Or a combo of both? Either way, Flynn gets to his feet now and the veteran doesn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat as Wilds crawls to the opposite side of the ring.

Linzi Martin: Come on! KILL HIM!

Larry Gordon: You’re mighty blood thirsty.

Linzi Martin: It’s the time of the month and I’m not gonna be the only person bleeding out here tonight! COME ON!

Larry Gordon: Dear Lord.

Flynn gets right up behind Jaice as Jaice gets to his feet and grapples him but Jaice throws his feet on the bottom rope and sends them both flying back on top of each other. Jaice Wilds quickly puts Flynn into the evil Indian death lock! Flynn is now the one writhing in pain as he calculates a means of escaping this very precarious situation he now finds himself in. Jaice Wilds yells out for him to tap out and give up but Flynn flat out refuses, shaking his head no. Jaice wilds keeps applying pressure and you have to think Flynn’s legs will be suffering after this.

Linzi Martin: No way! Oh man I’m gonna lose so much money if Flynn taps out right now!

Larry Gordon: Wait you have money on this match?!

Linzi Martin: Like, every match. D’uh. Good way to double, even triple your salary.

Flynn reaches for Jaice but Jaice swats his arms away.

Larry Gordon: Pretty sure that could be illegal.

Jaice holds onto the ropes, using them for leverage to add more pressure but this is his downfall as Flynn times that moment right to get one leg free and kick Jaice hard in the face. Jamie Flynn pulls himself to his feet as Jaice untangles himself out of the mess of the ropes.

Larry Gordon: Jaice has really held his own here versus Flynn.

Flynn grapples Jaice as he gets to his feet lays Wilds out with a fishermans buster. Flynn moves to capitalize, and locks in High-arched Boston crab, the Mercy Killing!

Linzi Martin: Nice work there Larry. You jinxed him.

Jaice Wilds is in agonizing pain. Flynn aches in his own knees and legs too after that death lock but finds the strength to pull back and force Jaice to tap out.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… JAMIE FLYNN!

Linzi Martin: Dolla, dolla bill ya’ll!

Larry Gordon: Oh lord.

Flynn has his hands raised as “Knights of Cydonia” hits once more and he exit’s the ring. Jaice holds his head as he stares up at the arena ceiling.

Larry Gordon: Poor kid. He fought real hard though.

The arena here in San Jose gives Jaice a standing ovation which he appreciates as he waves to them, heading off.

Linzi Martin: CREAM!

*****Occupy REBEL*****

We fade back into the office of Simon Kalis. He sits with Masakazu, both of them scratching their chins.

Simon Kalis: I’m telling you, it’s somewhere in these ruins.

Masakazu: You’ve been looking for thirty minutes. The stupid dwemer mechanism thing is probably for a quest later on.

Simon Kalis: Fuck that! It’s in this room. Stupid Mzinichaleft or whatever it’s called.

Masakazu: God damn it.

Masa rips the Xbox controller out of his dads hand, and makes a beeline for the exit.

Simon Kalis: NOOOOO!!!!

Kalis tackles Masakazu to the ground and they begin fighting over the controller as Jeremy Gold barges into the room.

Jeremy Gold: Hey!!! HEY!!!

Mas and Simon look up.

Jeremy Gold: Have you been paying attention to ANYTHING going on tonight?

Kalis sits up and Masakazu rolls away, triumphant in his battle for the controller.

Simon Kalis: What? Didn’t you see me go out there and handle that shit with Bubba and Mikey? Or did some PWA dudes make you piss yourself again?

Jeremy Gold: NO! Vincent Black is running the show tonight!

Simon Kalis: What?

Jeremy Gold: And Case Filed Rockets are protesting! They want you fired!

Simon Kalis: …

Gold grabs the controller for the TV and flips it to what’s currently going on outside the arena because that’s a channel apparently. We see that some fans have joined CFR in their protest outside the arena.

Justin Case: Alright guys. Start it up!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Rocky Logan: Yeah that’s it!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Hugh Aredone: One more time!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Simon grabs the remote and throws turns the channel back to his HD input for the Xbox.

Simon Kalis: I’m not worried. I’ve got a blood dragon to fight.

Jeremy Gold: A wha…

Masakazu: Yeah and we finally ran into Alduin. What a boss.

Simon Kalis: What I’m saying is get the fuck out.

Gold steps out and closes the door behind him, looking like a sad panda.

*****Vincent Black- FUCK YEAH!*****

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and instantly red and yellow pyro goes off on the stage and REBELtron as Vincent Black steps out from backstage. He walks to the ring amongst huge cheers from the fans. He slaps a few hands around the outside of the ring, before stepping up onto the apron, and over the top rope.

LARRY GORDON: I wonder what he has to say now.

Vincent reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a microphone.

VINCENT BLACK: Hey, REBEL, how’s the night treating you?

A loud pop.

VINCENT BLACK: Are we having fun?

Again, a loud pop from the crowd.

VINCENT BLACK: Yep, thought so. And when’s the last time Shawn West did anything like tonight? When’s the last time Simon Kalis FUCK YEAH’d his way into an interesting Aggression card? That’s why I’m taking over as general manager of Aggression. That’s why I’ll be call-

LARRY GORDON: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vincent.

Larry Gordon has stood up, and has a microphone in his hand.

LINZI MARTIN: Mr Gordon, please, Vincent is kind of a dick.

LARRY GORDON: I’ll be fine, dear.

Larry walks to the ring, and walks up the steel steps to the apron. Vincent pulls the middle rope and pushes the bottom rope down with his foot to allow Larry Gordon into the ring.

LARRY GORDON: Thank you, Vincent. It’s good to see you have some sort of respect.

VINCENT BLACK: No, I just didn’t want to wait nine thousand years for you to hobble your broken ass up here.

A wave of boos are thrown Vincent’s way, as are some laughs and cheers. Larry Gordon just shakes it off.

LARRY GORDON: The things some people say to their bosses. Either way, I have to give you credit, tonight’s Aggression has been entertaining. It’s been action packed. We’ve seen some intense wrestling tonight, that’s gone around the arena. We saw a surprising match of wits between two young stars, and only the good Lord himself knows what else you have in store for our fans.

The fans cheer Gordon’s praises.

LARRY GORDON: But the problem is, Vincent, you went about this the wrong way. You intentionally injured REBEL management, sending Mr. West to the hospital, and that comes out of mine and Kalis’s pockets. Then, you have PETA calling our corporate offices because you hog-tied a kangaroo. You force a man, against his will, to put stipulations into matches that our talent was not prepared for, and you disrepect myself and our fans.

Some of the crowd boo, while some cheer; it’s unclear who is cheering and booing for what.

VINCENT BLACK: When were you going to step up and show us what REBEL can really be? I just took the initiative, Mr. Gordon, while you sat behind the announce table, staring at Linzi’s cunt that drips whenever I walk out here.

Another mixed reaction from the crowd, a little heavier on the boos since the crowd respects Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: You watch your language, I will not have yo talk ill of that wonderful woman.

The crowd pops huge for this.

LINZI MARTIN: Thank you, Mr. Gordon!

Black shakes his head.

VINCENT BLACK: Look, maybe I’m being kind of harsh here, but the fact is, something needed to be done. Every now and then, REBEL needs to be shaken up every now and then. This was good for REBEL, Larry. Was it not?

Gordon stops to think over what Vincent just said, and he nods his head.

LARRY GORDON: Yeah, it was.

The crowd cheers big, as Vincent smiles.

LARRY GORDON: And the streetfight for the AOWF Tag Team Championsip and REBEL World Tag Team Championship between hardcore Entertainment and the Order ofChaos will be good for REBEL, too.

The crowd EXPLODES as Vincent’s jaw drops.

LARRY GORDON: Somebody had to step in and do something, Vince.

He drops the microphone, and gingerly gets out of the ring. Vincent smiles a little.

VINCENT BLACK: Huh. Well, looks like the old man finally found his balls again.

“Carbomb” hits again, and Black steps over the top rope as we fade to commercial.

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*****Hostile versus Virgil Keenan*****

LINZI MARTIN: Virgil and Hostile are about to get it on!

LARRY GORDON: Hostile and Virgil Keenan are both former Aggression champs with eyes on more REBEL gold!

LINZI MARTIN: Hostile had some interesting comments to make regarding—

LARRY GORDON: Hostile has a comment about everything.

Virgil and Hostile circle each other…

DING DING

Virgil immediately kicks Hostile in the gut. Punch. He sends him off of the ropes. Hostile reverses. Hostile puts a foot up but Virgil catches it and trips out his other foot. He drops an elbow on the inner knee but Hostile rolls out of the way and drops an elbow of his own, Virgil avoids it. Virgil with a second elbow drop attempt, Hostile moves out of the way. Hostile with a second attempt and he catches Virgil. Back to his feet, another elbow drop! A third. Virgil lifts his head but Hostile runs off of the ropes and nails him with a clothesline. Hostile picks Virgil up and throws his head into the turnbuckle. A second time. A third time. He tries to get Virgil up for the Burning Hammer but Keenan immediately begins elbowing him! Hostile staggers away. But charges forward with a clothesline, Virgil back body drops him—he lands on the corner of the apron! Hostile with another clothesline, ducked by Virgil. Virgil with a big enzuigiri kick that sends Hostile tumbling to the outside! Hostile slowly gets to his feet… Virgil with a huge spear through the ropes! He lands atop Hostile and rains down punches!

LARRY GORDON: Could one of these two eventually be a REBEL world champ?

LINZI MARTIN: I don’t doubt it, boss.

Virgil gets off of Hostile. Hostile crawls back towards the guard rail. Virgil runs forward. Flying knee into Hostile’s face—NO! Hostile moves out of the way! Keenan holds his knee in agony as Hostile gets to his feet. He runs at Keenan… GREETINGS FROM NEW JERSEY! NO! NO! Keenan moved out of the way and Hostile’s boot hit the guard rail! Both men rolling around on the ground. Keenan gets to his feet first. He nails Hostile with a flying knee!

LINZI MARTIN: Finally gets to use his knee!

LARRY GORDON: A man who pays his debts!

Virgil takes Hostile’s body and lays it on the ground. He climbs up the turnbuckle. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

LINZI MARTIN: Keenan with the win—

NO! NO! NO! Hostile MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Virgil is knocked out cold as Hostile struggles to get to his feet. He grabs Virgil, hoists him up… BURNING HAMMER! NO! Virgil squirms out and lands in front of him. But Hostile grabs him with a full nelson… STO ON THE CEMENT! Hostile reaches under the ring. And he grabs a table! He sets it up. He hoists Keenan up. BURNING HAMMER THROUGH THE TABLE!

LARRY GORDON: And it’s about to be ALL OVER—

NO! NO!

Virgil reverses into a tornado DDT! He quickly picks Hostile up. PILEDRIVER! NO! Hostile reverses into a SPINEBUSTER! He picks Keenan up. POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! NO! NO! Instead, Hostile powerbombs him on the CEMENT! And he reaches under the ring… LIGHTER FLUID! And a BOOK OF MATCHES! The table is IN FLAMES!

LARRY GORDON: Something tells me this was meant as a message to Taboo?

He picks Keenan up for a powerbomb… this time THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!

NO!

NO!

KEENAN REVERSES INTO A LUNGBLOWER SORTA THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE! THEY BOTH SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!

REBEL Pro chants erupt as both men roll around on the ground. Finally, Keenan stirs. He begins to climb up the top rope. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

NO! NO!

Hostile gets to his feet and runs up the turnbuckle. Keenan meets him with a series of lefts and rights. Hostile fires back. Hostile with a headbutt. Another. A third! But Keenan fights back! Fists of fury! Keenan puts Hostile on his shoulders… SUPER BURNING HAMMER!

LINZI MARTIN: If this was a normal match, it’d be all over!

LARRY GORDON: Now such thing as a normal match here in REBEL country!

Keenan climbs up the turnbuckle slowly, clearly exhausted. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

LARRY GORDON: But with this maneuver, he will—

NO! NO! Hostile rolls out of the way before Keenan jumps! He rolls all the way to the outside, on one knee, woozy from the match. Keenan instead hits him with a springboard lariat! NO! NO! HOSTILE REVERSES INTO A BURNING HAMMER ON THE CEMENT!

LINZI MARTIN: What a match!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “YOUR PERSONAL DEMON” HOSTILE!

Hostile raises his arms out at the crowd, soaking up their boos. He pushes a cameraman out of the way as he makes his way to the back, his arms still raised in the air. Keenan gets to his feet, pushing an official out of the way, determined to leave on his own two feet as we fade…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Taboo defeats Jimmy Henderson in a Falls Count Anywhere match
Jamie Flynn defeats Jaice Wilds in a submission match
Hostile defeats Virgil Keenan in a Finishers Match

*****Earlier Today*****

{Recorded on October 31st at 6:56am}
So here we are, cutting to an undisclosed backstage environment yet again. This one isn’t very nicely decorated, in fact it’s the general dressing room. This is where you cut a promo if you’re a real nobody, someone who isn’t worthy of a private dressing room.

Naturally, this is where we find Finale, AoWF’s resident black sheep, the man the people pay good money to hate. He is sitting on a bench, dressed in faded blue jeans and a black Mazzy Star t-shirt. He looks around, not impressed. In his hands is the program to Hell-O-Ween, where his match isn’t even featured near the top of the card. He crumples it up and tosses it aside. For a moment he stares the distant stare that is inherent in his bloodline before it transitions slowly into a grin. He wipes his nose and laughs, standing with a shake of his head.

Finale: This is good. This is where I need to be. I need to be in a locker room like this but not like Gabe Shelley does. His need is of a much more shocking and criminally sexual nature. However that is neither here nor there.

He clears his throat, instinctively pausing to let the audience’s boo’s stifle.

Finale: I’m here because I’m not a money maker. Not yet. No you see because while I do what I want, how I want and when I want…people tend not to want to showcase me. Put faith in me. Makes sense, given my track record. I’m was a flake, I lacked focused. However I can perform…clearly. I just destroyed this company’s sister promotion’s World Champion; I made him fucking quit. I understand that my bad reputation precedes me. I am a realist. An being a realist, I understand that it is going to take more than a few victories to get to where this industry fully recognizes what I am capable of.

He lights a cigarette, ignoring the multitude of no smoking signs. Some dude walks into the shot pushing a broom and Finale pays no attention.

Finale: Everyone seems to hate me for my character traits and that leads them to doubt my skill. My main goal right now is to have that turn around. You people can think whatever the fuck you want about me but you will respect my acumen and talent for this industry. One match at a time, people will learn to accept the harsh truth. It’s hard to swallow nancys, just shut up and do it. The sooner the better.

The Rebel Pro audience quiets some, many willing to hear Super Shredder out.

Finale: Now. In light of all of that shit, that makes tonight’s match…well…just another match. I tried to aggrandize it for Shelley’s sake but really, it’s just another match. I have set a high standard recently so the level of brutality that I am expected to deliver tonight is high and hear you me daisies I will deliver. Save your garbage for when I do. Bad things are in store for the Puppy. Boy has this been a long time coming.

The crowd returns to booing, some shouting audible death threats.

Finale: Gabe Shelley, on a normal day I would put you through every table in this goddamn arena, every single one I could find. But tonight is Halloween and that means that I seriously might kill you.I know that it sounds a bit drastic but Halloween aaaaaalways does this to me. I black out and enter a murderous rage fit. Whomever is in close vicinity is in harms way. I don’t know what to tell you bud. Chances are that it’s going to be you.

Finale obnoxiously mugs for sympathy at the camera, earning absolutely none from the audience in attendance. He does his worst to hide his insincerity.

Finale: So I guess…call your lawyer? Get your retarded nieces on standby? Whatever you need to do to quickly get your shit in order nancy. Because Underdog? I’m going to break every goddamn bone in your body. They’ll come after me for animal cruelty, PETA will send their assassins.

Finale grabs the camera and stares into it.

Finale: And just so you understand me. I’m cool with going to jail tonight, as long as it’s a check in the win column and you in the hospital. Or in a body bag. Or a wheel chair.You get it. Ya dig?

The screen is jerked and then sent for a whirl as Finale smashes the lens off of the bench before leaving the frame.

Finale: I’m not fucking paying for that!

End.

*****A Meeting of the Minds*****

We open up on what appears to be the roof of a building, where five shadowed figures have gathered together. They form a circle around a small elevated space, a few voices.

Voice 1: Here are everyone’s assignments for tonight. Read them, memorize them, execute them.

Voice 2: You’re sure this is going to work?

Voice 1: They started this shit. We’re going to end it.

Voice 3: Let’s fuck up some REBELs.

The five figures pop open what appears to be a grate, and they all slip into the building…

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship DEATH Match*****
*****Bobby Lee© versus Jeremy Gold©*****

“Born This Way” hits up and out from the back in a pink hocky outfit, complete with detachable fairy wings(full of glitter) is one of the co-holders of the Feagle Beagle Championship… Jeremy Gold.

Jenny Jersey: Making his um… way to the ring, from Toronto Ontario, Canada; he stands at a very cool height and weighs in at a very scary and masculine poundage that he doesn’t need to say to strike fear into you mere worthless opponents… he is one half of the Feagle Beagle Champion… Jeremy “Killer and a very Masculine Killer” Gold!

“I Hear the Voices” comes from the speakers and out from the back, dressed in a hocky uniform, walks the co-holder of the Feagle Beagle Championship… Bobby Lee.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing his opponent, from Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in tonight at three hundred and ten pounds… one half of the Feagle Beagle Champion… Bobby “Indestructible” Lee!

Linzi Martin: He seems to have gained a bit of weight, seventy pounds in fact.

Larry Gordon: I suspect it has all to do with his “indestructibleness” outfit.

Linzi Martin: I suspect that you are right.

Ding Ding

Bobby Lee, dressed in his New York Rangers hocky outfit, stands ready for battle while on the other side of the ring Jeremy Gold stands wearing a lovely pink bomb retardent suit.

Larry Gordon: Riiiiiight, something is definitely wrong with that cat.

Linzi Martin: Who, Bobby Lee?

Larry Gordon: Now that you mention it, I’d have to say both of them.

Linzi Martin: Agreed.

They come to blows, well as much as either man will in this contest and their condition, in the center of the ring. Bobby is thrown off balance by the slashing hocky stick and his trying to avoid it, but manages to fall down and is having a terrible time trying to get up. But, fortunately for him, the swing has Gold off balance and he slips, falling on top of Bobby Lee, but is unable to pin the longest reigning Curtain Jerker or Feagle Beagle champion in Rebel Pro history as he is laying face down in the ring. Gold, finally managing to roll off, pulls himself up with the ropes, but Bobby Lee is still trying to get up, thankfully the laughing referee is there to help him. The crowd, well, they are actually liking this match; at least they are laughing at any rate. Gold stares out to the crowd, not sure what to make of them, when Lee nails him in the back of the head with a freaking fire extinguisher. However, Gold falls outside of the ring and to the floor. Gold’s right foot catches Lee right in the crotch, but its protected, but his momentum is thrown off and he goes over the edge as well.

KaBoom!

Larry Gordon: I love C4 Deathmatches!

Linzi Martin: Damn! These two have no experience in C4, in deathmatches, or wrestling in general!

Lee screams, but Gold matches him in intensity when he wakes up from the fall outside and both men are screaming at the top of their lungs. Lee rolls off, but Gold is scrambling away from the explosion point, actually managing to trip Bobby Lee up, causing him to drop his own(Bobby’s) throat on the railing, somehow catching that little exposed area under the helmet and choke himself. Gold rolls him up from behind in a pin attempt, but referee Jimmy Johnson just looks down and shakes his head from side to side; a pin must take place inside the ring. However Jeremy doesn’t see Jimmy shaking his head and is slapping the concrete by hiimself and jumping up thinks he has won the match. For that matter, Bobby Lee has a look of joy on his face, thinking that he is finally the Feagle Beagle champion once again. Jeremy gets up and is so extatic and running around declaring himself to be the next Rebel Pro World Champion.

Larry Gordon: Something… is definitely wrong with him.

Linzi Martin: Drugs, I think I saw him sniffing something white backstage.

Larry Gordon: I hope it wasn’t those new Drano crystals that will clean out any drain.

Linzi Martin: Might have been.

Lee stumbles up to his feet, walking over in his uniform and begins to grab the belt when both realize that no bell has rung and no exit music is playing. At the same instant they realize this, Jimmy indicates that the match must end inside the ring. Lee, for his part, gets a grim determination on his face and goes after a steel chair. After struggling for a minute or so, he finally gets a 10 year old kid out of it and lifts it up to head level. On the other side of the ring Jeremy pulls a kendo stick(that strangely looks like a princess fairy wand from “Barbie “Enchanted Princess”) from under the ring. Gold comes after Bobby Lee with the wand… I mean kendo stick and swings sending the chair right out of Lee’s grasp. However the wand is sent flying into several pieces upon contact with the chair, and one lands on Linzi Martin’s hair.

Linzi Martin: Hey! What the hell?

Larry Gordon: Looks strangely like a fragment of Princess Fairy Wand, same thing happened to my neice when she hit her brother with it.

Linzi Martin: Your neice is a demon child.

Larry Gordon: My nephew said the same thing, I just laughed.

Linzi Martin: Train them young, don’t you.

Larry Gordon: It is a family business, ya know.

Gold lunges forward with the inch long piece, but as Bobby Lee falls, his foot connects with Gold’s crotch and its obvious from the greenish color of his skin that he forgot something very important about his outfit. Gold falls forward, Lee’s flayling foot connecting with the side of Gold’s helmet sending him sideways onto the Announcers’ table.

Linzi Martin: We’ll be fine, nothing bad will happen to us here with these two.

Larry Gordon: You can never tell here in Rebel Pro.

Lee, picking up the steel chair, lays it on Gold’s face before managing to get up onto the ring apron.

Linzi Martin: I’m not worried.

Lee places one foot on the bottom turnbuckle before then spending a few minutes trying to figure out how to finish the climb. He makes it up to the second turnbuckle, as the crowd is chanting numerous instructions to him. Lee, then suddenly stops as he realizes he is actually trying to win a match, but its in fact he’s trying to knock out Gold so that Gold can pin him. At this realization Lee begins to tremble and he is now shaking violently perched there on the second turnbuckle and is muttering to someone or tsomething.

Linzi Martin: See, we are completely safe.

Lee, strangely enough and very shocking, finishes the climb to the top turnbuckle, only to realize that his back is to Jeremy and this… just won’t do. Lee turns very slowly and waves his arms wildly to keep his balance and is shocked to still see Jeremy Gold on the table. That or, Lee is scared of heights or something similar. Lee looks down, his eyes roll up into his head, but he perches there for a few seconds.

Linzi Martin: We… might be in trouble.

Larry Gordon: But only because he’s passed out from fright up there!

Lee, falls off forward off the ringpost, nailing his head solidly into the concrete, thank goodness he has that helmet on; but too bad for him it is now dented and the face plate is cracked. Oh, did I mention that he faceplanted right into a C4 charge? Well… he did.

KaBoom!

Lee doesn’t move, its very likely that he’s dead in fact.

Linzi Martin: Right here! Right here at us?!

Larry Gordon: Yeah, I love it! Its Rebel Pro baby! Fuck yeah!

Bobby Lee disagrees with the assesment, but he doesn’t know it, however he will disagree with it after he regains consciousness.

Linzi Martin: Jeremy’s beginning to wake up now.

Gold rolls off the table and struggles mightily to keep himself balanced and finally stumbles forward and rolls into the ring. Jeremy lays there waiting on the victory from the count-out when Johnson tells him that there are no count-outs in Rebel Pro. Gold sighs and whimpers that he must continue before a hand comes up from below the apron and pulls itsself up, blackened and extremely chard from the C4. Jeremy, for his part, screams like what a pink fairy princess probably sounds like when she would see a blackened hand and arm coming up from somewhere scarey. Gold… passes out right there against the ropes and Lee is on the apron.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Bobby Lee knows where he is at right now.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think he ever knows where he is at.

Lee steps through the ropes, trips, and falls on Gold; out cold again. Jimmy kneels slowly into position for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee! and NEEEEEEEW Feagle Beagle Champion… Jeremy Gold!

Neither man is moving, Lee out cold thanks to his injuries and Gold from fright; its Halloween.

Larry Gordon: I don’t even know what to say.

?

The timekeeper goes to grab the Fecal Beagle Title… but it’s gone missing! The close by officials look around, scanning the crowd for anyone who may have grabbed it whilst the cameras weren’t looking. Unfortunately, there is no sign of the title, and no one seems to know what the hell happened. The timekeeper shrugs, Gold looking upset and shocked. He quickly runs backstage, in fear of further disappearances.

Linzi Martin: I didn’t even notice someone take it.

Larry Gordon: I suspect something is afoot tonight.

*****Kanga Roped*****

Jeremy Gold and Rupert the Kangaroo are in Shawn West’s office, Rupert smoking a cigarette. He chirps (if memory serves, that’s what they do) in a random series of notes, turning to Gold.

Jeremy Gold: Yeah, yeah. Maybe we’re safe this week. I mean, only Rocky and Bubba got attacked last week… and, I mean, it’s not like we’re that high on the totem pole to worry about being attacked…

Rupert shoots Gold a dark look, then kicks Simon’s puppet across the room. Jeremy holds his head, nodding.

Jeremy Gold: Okay, okay! I’M not high enough on the totem pole. You’re a god around here, I got it. Sorry.

A knock at the door, Jeremy and Rupert look up. Rupert starts in, Jeremy hiding behind the desk.

Jeremy Gold: Um… Come in?

The door flies open, the NAP walking in with huge grins on their faces. They close the door behind them, walking up to the pair.

Jeremy Gold: OH GOD!! SECURITY!!

Monkey McDee: Jeremy, Jeremy! Come on now, buddy. You don’t think we’d hurt you, do ya?

Jeremy ducks behind the desk, Rupert taking a defensive stance (assuming he CAN assume a defensive stance. I mean, he IS a kangaroo). Not-Stryker reaches behind his back as they draw closer, Jeremy Gold screaming.

Jeremy Gold: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?!

Not-Stryker laughs, pulling out a bag.

Monkey McDee: We’re not sure yet. But we have an idea…

Rupert lashes out, but is trapped inside the netted bag. Gold goes to run, but knocks himself out as his head bumps the bottom of the desk. The scene quickly fades out.

*****I Quit Grudge Match*****
*****Taboo versus Hostile*****

Drowning Pool’s “Love and War” hit the PA system as Taboo steps out on to the ramp.

Jenny Jersey: The following match is an “I Quit” match. Introducing first, from Boulder, Colorado weighing in at two-hundred sixty six pounds. TABOOOOOOOOO!

Taboo starts his walk down to the ring to await Hostile. NO, Hostile runs down and takes Taboo down before he can get to the ring. Hostile with a rear waist lock and plants Taboo onto the ramp. Hostile quick to his feet and pulls Taboo up with him. Hostile with a short arm clothesline THAT Taboo Ducks! Taboo with the Taboo Press, laying a barrage of headbutts down on the skull of Hostile.

Hostile manages to roll Taboo off and both men get to their feet. Taboo moves in for an elbow and collar tie up but Hostile gives Taboo a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Hostile smashes Taboo’s head against the guardrail before panting him down with a hard body slam. Hostile grabs Taboo and brings him to his feet and runs him head first into to the stage set.

Taboo fires back with a solid left followed with a vicious right that sends Hostile back a step. Hostile answers with some fists of his own as the two fight their way Backstage. Hostile again goes to slam Taboo’s head off something hard but this time Taboo blocks and hits a few hard elbows to Hostile’s mid-section. Taboo with a suplex through the catering table and Hostile winces as fragments of the table pierce his flesh.

Taboo to his feet and walks over to Hostile, picks him up and sends him right back down with the Dead Weight German Suplex. Taboo grabs a fire extinguisher and patiently waits as Hostile makes it to his feet. The Jersey City Demon makes it to a vertical base just in time to get a shot to the back of the head with the extinguisher. Taboo then empties its contents into the eyes of a prone Hostile. Taboo picks up Larsen and sends him flying behind him with a over the top belly to belly suplex.

Taboo heads over and grabs a camera off a camera man’s shoulder and brings it down onto the head of Hostile. NO, Hostile rolls out of the way just in time. Hostile rolls up to his feet as Taboo tries to swing the camera at Hostile a second time. And this time it connects with Hostile’s head. Taboo tosses the camera aside and and locks in the Taboo Squeeze! Hostile grits his teeth as he tries to fight through the pain. Taboo applying pressure with everything he has as Hostile finally releases a yell of pain. Hostile is refusing to give in as he begins to roll. Taboo tries to adjust his grip but Hostile manages to break the hold with a mule kick from his free leg.

Taboo goes pick Hostile up but is meet with an exploder suplex out of nowhere. Both men laying on the ground as security and medics swarm in. Both men get to their feet and start laying out every single person in a uniform before locking eyes with each other. Taboo’s eyes filled with pure hatred, Hostile’s filled with loathing. They charge each other simultaneously and start trading fist as their war carries out the the street.

Hostile takes Taboo to the ground with a double leg take down and follows up with few hard kicks to Taboo’s ribs. Hostile grabs a tire iron from some guy trying to change a flat. Taboo get to his feet just as Hostile connects with the tire iron to the ribs. Taboo doubles over and Hostile brings the tire iron down across his back, knocking Taboo face down on the sidewalk. An evil smirk creeps over the face of the Jersey City Demon as he takes a few steps back. Taboo on his hands and knees as Hostile runs in with a punt to the head. Taboo flips to his back from the force of the blow and Hostile moves in with another kick to the ribs. Hostile grabs the first weapon he can find, a motorcycle helmet. The owner of the helmet tries to stop Hostile from take his property. His protest earns him a vicious lariat. Larsen turns his attention back on Taboo, who his just starting to get back to his feet. Hostile brings the helmet down just as Taboo’s arm shoots up. Taboo catches the helmet before it connects and yanks it out of Hostiles hand. Taboo with a kick to the gut and and snap suplex to the concrete. Both men down as the Police start to arrive. Both men get to their feet as they become surrounded by law enforcement.

Hostile leaps for Taboo, Taboo runs at Hostile, and the police grab both men to drag them down. Taboo lashes out at one officer, knocking him clean out with a right to the temple. Hostile takes an officer down with a right of his own. And both men hit the ground and convulse as the officers use tasers to subdue them Both Hostile and Taboo are in handcuffs as we head to commercial

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*****Golden Burn*****

We find ourselves backstage, following Shawn West. The GM of REBEL Pro walks up to his office door, grabbing the handle. He hears something crash inside, flying into the room to see the place trashed and a blinded kangaroo upside-down in a corner.

Shawn West: Rupert?! What the hell… JEREMY!!!

No reply from Gold, as Rupert struggles with the net encasing his head. Shawn slowly walks over, cautious.

Shawn West: Rupert… Rupert, it’s Shawn. It’s going to be okay. Just calm down, I’ll get you out of this, okay?

After a few moments, Shawn has managed to get the netting off Rupert’s head. Rupert looks around, scared and confused. He notices the mess, shaking his head and clicking (maybe, I dunno that they CAN’T do that) at the disarray. Shawn looks around, checking under the desk.

Shawn West: Rupert, have you seen Jeremy? I can’t find him anywhere…

Rupert’s ears perk up, and he turns towards the bathroom door. He hops over, Shawn West in tow. As they reach the door, Rupert raps a foot off of it.

Jeremy Gold: OCCUPIED!!

Shawn West: Jeremy! What happened?

Jeremy Gold: I… uh… there was… um… I had to drop a deuce!

Shawn looks to Rupert, who seems to shake his head no. West looks back at the door, grabbing the handle.

Shawn West: Jeremy. Out.

Jeremy Gold: It’s a big one! Might take a while, you go ahead…

Shawn West: NOW, JEREMY.

A silent pause, Shawn and Rupert waiting. A click, then the door handle turns, and out walks Jeremy Gold…

Shawn West: OH MY G… Who did this to you?!

The camera looks up to see Jeremy Gold with the PWA logo branded into his forehead. Jeremy tries to hold a cloth to it, but it’s been burned into his skull. He shakes his head, muttering.

Jeremy Gold: I don’t… I didn’t get a look…

Rupert taps his feet in frustration, unable to talk but knowing that Jeremy isn’t talking. Shawn looks to Rupert, seeming to understand Rupert’s annoyance and stands nose-to-nose with Gold.

Shawn West: Jeremy. I’m going to ask you once more. Who did this to you?

Jeremy resists for a moment, but fear kicks in as he realizes how close Shawn is and what could happen. He starts to cry.

Jeremy Gold: It was the NAP! They pulled out a chain… started a lighter, heated it up… they held it to my head for what seemed like HOURS… it hurt so bad, I ran into the bathroom, dumped my head face-first in the toilet bowl…

Shawn shakes his head, a look of anger. He pulls out his cell, punching in a number. As the other person picks up, Shawn speaks angrily.

Shawn West: This has gone TOO far. Get. Here. NOW.

Shawn hangs up, calling for security.

Shawn West: I want any PWA talents found and brought to my office at once. I will not stand for this kind of blatant disrespect for human boundaries on MY Pay-Per-View. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!

The security officials leave the room, an APB on any PWA roster members loitering the arena.

*****Tag Team Singles Match!*****

*****Vincent Black versus Anna Mathews*****

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a contest scheduled for one fall!

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.

Who can turn the world on with a smile?
Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?

Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those enternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and baloons and fifty dollar bils are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it
Peach fuzz in every little movement

Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, barely even looking at the ring.

You show that love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.

How will you make it on your own?
This world is awfully big
And girl, this time, you’re all alone

A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.

Well, it’s time you started livin’
It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da moment. Everybody has one of those, right?

Love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute.

**Vincent Black’s Entrance**

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, to my left. She represents Victory Wrestling! Standing in at five feet five inches, she is Victory’s Car Crash Champion, ANNA MATHEWS!!!

A mix of cheers and jeers, Anna bowing.

Jenny Jersey: And her opponent! Representing REBEL Pro! Weighing three hundred and thirty one pounds, he is one-half of the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, representing Hardcore Entertainment, this is VINCENT BLACK!!!

Anna and Vincent look each other up and down, measuring each other up. Vincent laughs, rolling out of the ring. He goes straight for the objects beneath the ring, tossing in a stop sign, a trash can, a roll of barbed wire. He pulls out a few light tubes, grinning as he starts into the ring.

Linzi Martin: Oh, this is gonna get messy…

Larry Gordon: Indeed; those light bulbs aren’t forgiving.

Linzi Martin: Who’s talking about the light tubes? I’m talking about my jeans. If Vincent’s already pulling light tubes, I’m gonna be so we…

Larry Gordon: WATCH OUT, VINCE!

It’s too late as Anna Mathews slides in, baseball sliding right into the light tubes and smashing them into Vincent’s face. Vincent falls to ringside, Anna grinning. She heads for a nearby turnbuckle, measuring up Vincent. Vincent wipes his face, shaking it off and standing. Anna jumps, looking for a cross-body… caught in mid-air! Powerslam!! Vincent falls back a bit on impact, finding his way to a knee. He reaches under the ring, grabbing the first thing he can locate, pulling out… a fire extinguisher? Vincent unhooks the hose, wrapping it around Anna’s neck and pulling back.

Larry Gordon: Well, at least he’s displaying the REBEL Pro style. I just wish he’d consider not choking out a WOMAN.

Linzi Martin: YES! CHOKE HER! GOD YES!!

Larry Gordon: Odd as it is… that doesn’t surprise me.

Vincent finally releases Anna, pulling the tab on the extinguisher. Anna starts to get to a knee, Vincent blasting her in the face with a cloud from the extinguisher. Anna drops, Vincent closing in. He continues to blast Anna with the contents of the extinguisher, a sinister grin. Anna sinks to the ground, her hands flailing slowly as she seems knocked out by the gasses. Vincent drops the extinguisher, turning to face the crowd. He throws his arms up in victory, pointing back towards Mathews while yelling “THAT’S how it’s done!” He turns around, reaching down to grab up Anna by the hair.

Larry Gordon: Now, I KNOW pulling a woman’s hair is off limits. I mean…

Linzi Martin: PULL HER HAIR! MAKE IT HURT! YES!!

Larry Gordon: There are some things that even you shouldn’t ge… OH HELL!!!

Linzi Martin: HA! PUNCH HIS NUTS!! Make his ass puke! Punch ‘em punch ‘em punch ‘em!!!

Anna Mathews shows some sign of life as she repeatedly groin shoots Vincent, who bends over, falls to the side and pukes on the floor. Anna takes a moment to gather her breath, crawling towards the ring. She reaches out, grabbing something and dragging it in close to her. Vincent manages to his knee, holding his groin. He shuffles over to the crowd barrier, using the barrier to drag himself to his feet. He turns, still clutching his giblets, stumbling over to Anna. Keeping his pelvic area back, he grabs her by the hair and pulls her up…

Larry Gordon: What the hell is that?!

Linzi Martin: Is Anna REALLY using PuppetLisa to gag Vincent Black?

Larry Gordon: Who knows where the hell that thing has been? And she’s basically gagging Vincent with it?

Linzi Martin: She’s going to need a LOT of sanitizer to get all of Vincent’s germs off PuppetLisa.

Vincent falls back, more shocked than injured. He grabs his mouth and nose, trying to rub out the slight pain. He shakes his head, charging up to Anna. Anna throws a stiff kick to Vincent’s left leg, Black buckling. Anna throws a right hook to Vincent’s face, he sways a bit before Anna smacks him a good one. Vincent takes a moment, now shocked and a little hurt, as Anna turns around. Vincent gets to his feet, just barely managing to avoid a shot with a trash can. He jumps as Anna turns, nailing a dropkick. Vincent turns around, grabbing a length of barbed wire and wrapping it around his boot. He turns, Anna attacking with the garbage can again. Vincent tries to duck, but is caught under the can and hits the floor. Anna brings the trashcan up, bearing down on Vincent. Black quickly throws his barbed wire wrapped boot, catching Anna’s side and causing her to drop the can. She stumbles back, Vincent grabbing the can and throwing it at Anna. It bounces off, Vincent grabbing the barbed wire again. He grabs up the trash can, wrapping the barbed wire through the handles and over the opening in the can.

Larry Gordon: What the hell? Is this really the time to make hardcore banjos?

Anna starts to her feet, Vincent with a nasty smile. As Anna turns, Vincent flips the can upside-down and brings the top down over Anna’s head and shoulders.

Larry Gordon: HOLY HELL!!

Linzi Martin: OH, FUCK YES!!!

Anna lets out a pained cry from inside the can, the barbs scarring her arms. Vincent throws a crescent kick, knocking the can and Anna over, torquing her around in the can. Anna manages to slide out, cuts and scrapes up her arms and torso. Vincent turns to the crowd once again, the REBEL audience roaring with approval at the carnage. Vincent turns around, Anna pulling herself up on the apron. Vincent elbows her from behind, rolling her into the ring. He looks under the ring, climbing under it in search of something. Anna crawls to a corner, using the distraction to regroup as Vincent searches under the ring, the crowd growing anxious. Anna starts to her feet, the crowd near the west side apron suddenly erupting in cheers. Vincent Black emerges from his search, hauling out a table! Anna looks on, somewhat stunned at just how far Vincent is willing to push. Anna slides out on the opposite side of the ring, reaching under and pulling out a kendo stick. She slides back into the ring, noticing Vincent wrapping the table in barbed wire. She slides out behind him, Black not realizing as he is too busy with his vicious plan. Anna grabs Vincent’s shoulder, spinning him around and smacking him in the gut with the kendo stick, Vincent keeling over and gives Anna a clean shot at his neck and the back of his head. Vincent goes down, Anna slapping him with the kendo stick another couple times to keep him down. She reaches into the ring, grabbing the stop sign (remember how Vincent through that in there earlier? Seriously, pay attention.) and holding it over Vincent’s head. Black starts to one knee, shaking off the assault, starting to his feet. Anna brings the stop sign down on Vincent’s head, nearly decapitating him and he falls to his stomach. Anna grabs an arm, dragging him towards the ring. She slides in, pulling Vincent with her. Once inside the ring, Anna makes the cover.

Larry Gordon: The sad thing is, REBEL loses.

1!
2!
3! NO!!

Linzi Martin: Vincent Black just narrowly kicks out, and the chaos continues!!

Anna looks at the referee, shocked. She turns back to Vincent, who is barely moving. She starts towards the ropes, jumping up for a lionsault… but Vincent kicks up! Anna is tackled over the ropes! She grabs the top rope, managing to hang on and land on the apron. She stands precariously on the apron, looking down at the barbed-wire wrapped table below her, not noticing as Vincent comes flying up behind her. He lifts a foot as Anna turns around… BIG BOOT! Anna lands on the table! Vincent falls back!

Larry Gordon: HE WOULDN’T!

Linzi Martin: Do it, Vincent! Oh, god DO IT!! YES!!

Vincent leaps over the top rope, barely clearing the ropes as he twists a bit, falling on top of Anna Mathews as they break through the table.

Linzi Martin: YES!! YYEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!

Larry Gordon: Really?!

Neither one moves as the referee checks them both, waiting to see if either one could survive the crash. Just as he’s about to throw up the X, Vincent moves, instinctively draping his arm across Mathews.

Larry Gordon: And REBEL brings it home!!

1!!
2!!
3!!

NO!!!

Somehow, Anna gets the shoulder out, Vincent painfully wincing in shock. He starts to climb out of the rubble, the barbed wire tearing at his flesh. He grabs the apron, managing to get to a knee as Anna Mathews lie motionless. Vincent looks to Anna, then at the carnage around them. He grabs a splint of wood, standing over Anna as she starts to move ever so slightly. She reaches out, grabbing the first thing her hand can locate… as Vincent drops the plank, grabs his groin and falls to his knees. Anna pulls back, reaching out again and knocking Vincent on his ass. Vincent is still grabbing his cajones, Anna crawling around as she searches for something to help her up.

Linzi Martin: What the hell… grab a guy’s nuts? She’s giving chicks everywhere a bad name.

Larry Gordon: In all fairness, she appears somewhat disoriented and may not kn…

Linzi Martin: I was joking. About damn time Vincent Black got nut checked. Cocky bastard.

Anna finally finds a set of ring steps, slowly hauling herself to her feet. Vincent rolls onto his belly, still using one hand to hold his balls while using the other to lift himself. Anna is to one foot now, shaking off some of the weariness. She gazes in Vincent’s direction, standing up and grabbing a nearby fan’s drink. She takes a sip, then walks up to Black. Vincent is to one knee, still recuperating, and turns around… getting a splash of Fecal Beagle in the face! Dropkick by Anna!! Vincent drops to the floor, Anna grabbing up a piece of broken table still wrapped in barbed wire. She kneels beside Vincent, blasting him repeatedly in the back with the plank.

Larry Gordon: BY GOD!

Linzi Martin: YES! Draw some blood! Make him scream! Tear his ass up! Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!!

Anna finally drops the plank, Vincent’s back resembling something of a Riona Langly vag. (OH! I WENT THERE!) Anna grabs the apron, pulling herself up and rolling into the ring. She takes some time to get a breather, regaining her bearings. Vincent struggles to his knees outside, wiping the soda out of his face. He slowly gets to his feet, stumbling towards the crowd barrier. A fan pats his back, Vincent reaching out and grabbing his belt. He rips it off the fan, turning in and heading for the ring. Anna stands, ready for the attack.

Vincent quickly charges the corner, Anna moving just before the body splash. Vincent comes off, Anna attempting a german suplex on the much bigger Black, who manages to plant his feet. Vincent with an elbow to Anna’s head, Mathews stumbles back before Vincent lashes out with the belt. The belt smacks Anna once, twice, three, four, five times, Anna dropping to one knee. Vincent maneuvers behind Anna, wrapping the belt around her neck, pushing on her back with his foot and pulling up on the belt. After a few moments, Anna stops moving, her body going limp. Vincent uses the belt to drag her up, pulling her onto his shoulders.

Larry Gordon: Is this really necessary?!

Linzi Martin: HEY! This is Hardcore Entertainment! It’s never necessary, just proving a point!!

Vincent lurches down, dropping Mathews with the KEG TAP!! COVER!

1!
2!
3!

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner is VINCENT BLACK!!!

“Carbomb” kicks up as Vincent grabs his head, raising an arm in victory. He drops to the canvas, rolling out of the ring. He heads to the announce table, grabbing up his… wait… where’s his Tag Title? Vincent starts questioning the officials at ringside, no one knows what the hell happened to his belt.

Larry Gordon: Well this is turning out to be an interesting night. Mystery attacks, property going missing…

Linzi Martin: And we don’t have time for this horse shit. Our next match is coming up right after this commercial!

*****More Shit Gets Stolen*****

The scene opens up on Virgil Keenan’s locker room, getting ready before his big match. He lies at a weight bench, pumping an unknown- though estimately high- poundage of weights. He puts the bar down, grabbing a nearby towel.

Virgil Keenan: I’m gonna own those two bitches tonight…

Virgil lifts his mask, but the towel covers his face as he brushes away some sweat. Unbeknownst to the Masked Man, a small figure creeps down from the airshaft, grabbing the Aggression Championship and slinking back up to whence it came, leaving no trace. Virgil removes the towel and pulls his mask on, in one swift motion. He gets up, ready to go.

Virgil Keenan: Rejoice, motherfuckers. The champ is h…

Virgil looks to where he laid the Aggression Title, and sees it nowhere. He starts to search the surrounding area, trying to locate his belt.

Virgil Keenan: What the hell?! Where did I…

Virgil continues to search his locker room, as we fade away to ringside.

*****Ultimate Tables Match*****
*****Gabe Shelley versus Finale*****

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is an Ultimate Tables Match schedule for a fifteen minute time limit. The winner will be the competitor who puts his opponent through the most tables.

The lights in the arena dim and the big screen comes to life with silent jump cuts of Finale hitting various moves on AOWF wrestlers. Anticipation among the masses builds, because they are stoked to have someone to throw their garbage at. In fact, most of them have been saving it for this moment.

The scene then cuts to a black screen and the arena goes pitch dark. Little flashes go off all over the place and the epileptics in the audience are losing their shit. The big screen reads ‘Finale’ in winter white script and is followed by “Whatever Happened To My Rock and Roll?” by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cuing up. Their is decent build up and when the song really kicks in, pyro explodes coming from each end of the stage. In sequence the light explodes until they converge right in front of the curtain and shoot up a fountain of impressive red sparks.

You want a part of me / You want the whole thing / You want to feel something more than I could ever bring / You want it badly / You want it tangled / I want to feel something more than I was strangled…

The signature ‘F’ logo zooms in on the screen and Finale appears on the stage. He is decked out in his Snake Plissken Halloween costume, complete with a fake rifel. The man they call Super Shredder walks down the ramp, looking out into the crowd. He stops and glances around the arena before laughing and spitting in front of the nearest fans. He nearly takes a flying cup of beer to the head but effortlessly dodges it, maintaining a smug grin. He makes his way to the ring and enters, sliding in under the bottom rope. He then runs to a turnbuckle and stands with one knee up. He leans on said knee and looks around, then towards the ramp. He stares into the crowd, doing his best Kurt Russell impression.

The lights slowly dim down until it’s pitch black and the low guitar strumming of “In Fate’s Hands” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus rolls throughout the arena. Three spotlights shine and revolve around as if searching for someone, and the fans are on their feet, cheering in anticipation for the hero they know is coming. At the ten mark when the song rocks into life, red, white and blue pyros shoot outward with controlled chaos from the entrance stage for seven straight seconds. By the end of it, the three spotlights have aimed at the stage and await the arrival of a great fan favorite.

I remember a year ago
I was standing in the crowd
Waiting for my chance to break through
My chance to live again

At last the marVel Gabe Shelley comes out in the midst of these lyrics from behind the curtain, the fans’ cheers only growing louder, and he steps up to the spotlight. He dons his hooded vest and points out to the fans. He lifts his hood up slightly to get a view of the fans, his face peaking out. In this hype, he plays to the fans with a smile and they highly respond to him and the lyrics.

Now it seems I’ve found some friends who
Finally understand what it takes
To make this dream come true
We’ll be here ’til the end

Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don’t you fake it
Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don’t you fake it

The fans are positively crazy about Gabe. He makes his way down the ramp, tags several hands along the way and climbs up the ring steps. He looks around one more time from his hood as he jumps up and over the ropes and spins around. Gabe picks a corner and easily jumps to the second ropes and bows down. He throws his hood back and his arms out with a smile on his face. He points outwards to the crowd as he jumps backwards, spinning and landing on his feet. He draws to the center of the ring and throws his hands out; the crowd’s roar of cheers only grow louder and flashes from cameras capture photos of the marVel in all his glory.

Oh, wish I could thank you all for what you have done
and all of the things that you have shared with me.
Oh, wish I could take you all too where I must go wish I could take you all.
I’ll take you with my heart.

Gabe takes his vest off before bending and stretching his back over the top ropes. After a brief warm up, he’s ready to go. As the music dies die, he and the fans are ready.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Buffalo, New York weighing in at 245lbs., ‘Super Shredder’…Finale!

The crowd rains down boos, despite Finale being a hometown boy. Shelley grins smugly as Finale just stares across the ring at him.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent from Columbus, Ohio weighing in at 240lbs., ‘The marVel’…Gabe Shelley!

The audience erupts with cheers, Shelley basking in their adoration. He plays to them as Finale can be seen glaring
from across the ring.

Larry Gordon: Well I guess we know who the fans are behind in this one.

Linzi Martin: It’s a shame too, Finale is one of the premier talents in the entire AoWF. Not to mention the premier talent I’d like to fuck.

Larry Gordon: Linzi we’ve talked about this…

Finale and Gabe Shelley standing dead center in the middle of the ring. They are face to face, with Finale slinging all kinds of trash talk. Shelley comes back with some of his own, shoving his rival. Finale smirks and then fires back with a shove of his own. Shelley attempts a right hand but Finale ducks under it and hits the ropes. On his return Finale ducks under another right hand, positioning himself behind marVel. Shelley, having the experience, immediately jumped up and laid the second generation star out with a Pele kick.

marVel called out to all of his fans, earning a chorus of cheers that grew louder with each right hand he delivered to his downed opponent. He then sent Finale into the ropes and caught him with a back drop after a lariat evasion. Finale was put down hard on his back which allowed Shelley to climb to the top rope. Dazed and confused, Finale stumbled to his feet, oblivious to Shelley’s intentions. Before Finale knew what was what, Shelley drove his face into the canvas like a touchdown spike with a top rope bulldog. Finale’s face nearly left a dent in the mat, the fans cheering in approval.

Larry Gordon: Super Shredder’s face planted into the mat!

Linzi Martin: You know, that was a rude thing to do.

Shelley exited the ring and collected one of the many tables at ringside. He slid it into the ring and then signaled to his fans that it was time to do some damage. With them cheering him on, Shelley entered the ring and prepared the table, resting it diagonally on a turnbuckle. Finale slowly got to his feet but it was too late, Shelley took hold of him. He sent Finale into the ropes and subdued him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He then got Super Shredder up and laid him back on the table. Shelley then called to the crowd and charged, looking for a spear! Finale sidestepped Shelley at the last second but Shelley put the breaks on before going through the table. However he turned right into a running arched big boot that met with such force that he was sent back through the table.

Finale – 1
Shelley – 0
Time – 13:13

Linzi Martin: And Finale draws first blood! One Foot in the Grave right through the table.

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley might not get up after that kick, it had some serious anger behind it.

Linzi Martin: Finale is living the dream right now, being able to legally abuse his former employer.

Larry Gordon: And he’s making the most of that opportunity

The crowd rained boos down on the Buffalo Butcher as he dragged Shelley out from the rubble. He then stood over his former employer and stared down at him. The crowd continued to display their hatred of Finale, via projectile garbage and harsh jeers. Finale smirked in response before dropping to his knees. He then began battering Shelley with massive rights and lefts, taunting Shelley in between each punch.

Finale: This. Feels. Awful. Am. I. Right?

Shelley was unprotected, his face nearly being pounded into mush. Shelley slowly started to fight back but Finale switched to lashing at him with elbows, one of which caught the corner of Shelley’s eye, busting him open. With the momentum on his side, Finale got Shelley up and sent him over the top rope. Instinctively, Shelley caught himself and landed on the apron but Finale charged at hit him, looking for a spear of his own.

Shelley hopped over the top rope and landed in the ring, causing Finale to go through the ropes and collide with the ring barrier head first. The Buffalo Butcher rolled over to reveal a large gash on the top of his head, with blood beginning to seep out.

Larry Gordon: My God! Finale’s head might be cracked right open.

Linzi Martin: That was definitely a rough spill and he’s bleeding. Damnit.

Shelley slowly exited the ring, favoring his ribs. Finale tried to get up but Shelley met him with a running knee to the jaw. Finale was back up to his feet for a moment, but only to stagger backwards and fall against the ring barrier again. Shelley took hold of a table and leaned it up against the ring barrier. He then called out to his fans for support before getting Finale up. However Finale was playing possum and he recovered, blasting Shelley in the chin with a leaping knee strike. Finale then subdued him with a lariat and positioned him again, leaning on the table.

With the crowd calling for (more of) his blood, Finale climbed up onto the apron. He took a moment to swear at and insult the crowd, with his back to Shelley. The crowd then came alive as Shelley dove into the ring between Finale’s legs. With his opponent turned around to find him gone, Shelley hastily hit the opposing ropes and before Finale could react, he was nailed with a spear through the ropes, taking him off of the apron and through the awaiting table! The crowd went insane as Shelley and Finale laid in the wreckage.

Finale – 1
Shelley – 1
Time: 10:52

Larry Gordon: What a move from Gabe Shelley! That was one of the quickest recoveries I’ve ever seen!

Linzi Martin: It was like he was hit by lightning! Finale had no time to react.

The scored was tied up at this point, with Shelley as the man standing. He got Finale up and sent him hard into the ring barrier. He then set up another table and looked around into the crowd. Unsatisfied, Shelley shook his head and set up a second table beside the original. He then got Finale up and laid him across both. Shelley then ascended to the apron but aborted his flight when Finale started to get up.

The Buffalo Butcher tried to jump off of the table and catch Shelley with a flying knee but marVel sidestepped him and slid under the ring. He the reappeared behind Finale, with a Singapore can! The audience erupted and Finale turned, just in time to evade a big cane shot. Finale then quickly countered by putting Shelley down with a lariat. The former KoE Champion kicked the cane away and then turned his attention to a table.

Linzi Martin: It’s time for Super Shredder to take the lead.

Larry Gordon: Finale was wise to nullify that Singapore cane. When Gabe Shelley gets ahold of it, he becomes a different person entirely.

Linzi Martin: A dog with a bone Gordon, that’s all Shelley is.

Finale walked over to the arranged tables but stopped as he past the steel steps. He stared down at them and then at the ring barrier. He then shot one finger into the air, indicating an idea. He took hold of Shelley and looked as though he was attempting a suplex, however he laid Shelley’s feet on the barrier. He then positioned the former BWF Chairman’s head and hit him with an elevated rocker dropper onto the steel steps! Shelley’s face is driven into the steel, earning a collective gasp from his fans.

We then turned our attention to the front row where there stands the Official Gabe Shelley Fan Club: New York Chapter. A few dozen fans sit in the few front rows, all decked out in Gabe Shelley gear. However at this moment, they don’t look very pleased.

Linzi Martin: You know, these people should respect Finale. He saw the OGSFC waiting outside, not one of them with tickets. Do you know what he did? Bought them all tickets.

Larry Gordon: And why do you think he would do that?

Linzi Martin: Because he is a great man! That’s why!

Larry Gordon: No, really.

Linzi Martin: Oh clearly he wanted them to watch Shelley get destroyed. Really mean spirited stuff.

Finale walks over to the fans and laughs in their faces. They all jeer him but he just keeps laughing, pointing back at their fallen hero. Suddenly a young male member of the club flips Finale off, earning a huge pop from the crowd. Finale isn’t impressed, raising an eyebrow at the youngster. The Buffalo Butcher responded by pulling back and launching a massive gob of spit dead center on the child’s Heaven from Above t-shirt. And then came some more garbage.

Finale – 1
Shelley – 1
Time: 7:41

Super Shredder pie faces the child and then turns his attention to Shelley’s discarded cane. He picked it up and examined it, before taking a sadistic looking turn to his opponent. marVel was just getting to his feet when Finale cracked him over the head, sending a splash of blood into the front row. Shelley staggered backwards and Finale nailed him with a cane shot to the mid-section doubling him over. Finale then bent the cane over Shelley’s back, nearly snapping it which sent the BWF Hall of Famer to his knees.

Finale then stalked Shelley, asking him if he was done. Shelley was on all fours, not saying anything, blood tripping from his forehead onto the black floor mats. Finale then cracked the cane over Shelley’s back again, putting him down to his stomach. Finale then took the time to set up another table, with Shelley seemingly out of it. Finale then grabbed Shelley and looked out into the crowd, before pointing at the steel steps.

Linzi Martin: And this is where Old Yeller gets laid to rest.

Larry Gordon: Finale has Shelley in a bad, bad way here.

Linzi Martin: I know. Isn’t it great?

The New York audience tried to rally behind Shelley, but Finale had him dead to rights. He grabbed Shelley by the hair and pulled his head back, smacking him in the face. After he didn’t get a response, Finale attempted to smash Shelley’s head off of the ring steps. However at the last second, Shelley hit Finale with a knee to the mid-section and countered beautifully with a reverse sto into the steps! Finale was downed, blood covering his right ear and the crowd had their hope restored.

The Buffalo Butcher tried to climb back into the ring but Shelley stopped him on the apron and climbed up with him. The two stood in front of the two tables from earlier and the crowd was ready for more damage. Finale tried to fight back but was obviously still dazed. Shelley hit him with a boot to the mid-section and then smashed Finale’s head into the ring post. He did it repeatedly, mocking his opponent and asking him if he was finished, if he quit. Finale refused so Shelley lifted him up and went for the Jersey Bomb but Finale reversed it into a head scissors, or at least he tried to. Shelley held on and leaped off of the apron, putting Finale through two tables with The Foreshadowing!

Finale – 1
Shelley – 3
Time: 4:56

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley may have just won this match with that move!

Linzi Martin: It was desperation! That was the best Shelley has, Finale still has five minutes to recover.

Larry Gordon: Sorry, I can’t hear you over the noise from Shelley’s fan club. Fucking Finale.

Shelley was rolling, with a renewed sense of malicious competition. He mounted Finale and started laying into him with massive shots. Finale was able to shove him off and crawl towards the ramp. Shelley let him, following with a table in hand and a mean look on his face. When he felt that Finale had gotten far enough, Shelley jabbed the table into Finale’s lower back, subduing him. Shelley then set the table up and took hold of his opponent. He climbed up on top of the table with him and attempted to put Finale through with the Stripper’s Real Name, however Finale spun it around, evaded a strike and Shelley was sent through the table with his own Junk Yard Jam out of nowhere! Both men laid in the rubble, bloodied and banged up.

Finale – 2
Shelley – 3
Time: 3:44

The Buffalo Butcher wasted no time, immediately eyeing to sets of scaffolds off to the side of the stage. He quickly went to work, setting up two tables and then two on top of the originals, in order to make a massive stack. This took time and allowed Shelley a moment to recover. When Finale came back for him, Shelley picked up an entrance ramp light and smashed Finale in the face with it, busting the side of his head open even more. Shelley then took him and planted him with a ddt, right into another light! The light shot out sparks and smoke, Finale rolling on to his back. His face showed multiple glass punctures and the blood came quickly.

Linzi Martin: Is he insane!?!

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley just nearly killed Finale! He could have electrecuted him. However he may have just ended this match. Finale has less than three minutes to win this match!

Shelley then got Finale up and hit him with a right hand to put him down to a knee. Bloodied and barely able to see, Finale watched as Shelley backed up laughing, climbing the scaffolding. He then sat their cross legged. He was battered, bloodied but not broken, smiling at Finale as if to say ‘Come get me.’ Super Shredder slowly got up and looked at the clock. He then looked over at the O.G.S.F.C. section and they were all now flipping him off. He smirked and went after Shelley.

Once atop the scaffolding, Shelley met Finale with a big knee to the face. Shelley called out to his fans once more, a bloody mess. They cheered him on as he pointed at Finale, then at the four table stack. He then obliged and set Finale up for the reVolt but Finale wiggled out and landed behind him. Finale attempted the Stripper’s Real Name but Shelley was able to back flip out of it. However Finale shoved something into Shelley’s face, taking him back.

Larry Gordon: That was a glass shard from the broken stage light!

Linzi Martin: Oh karma is a bitch Shelley!

Finale launched a ‘fuck you’ spit glob into the crowd and then set Shelley up. He walked a little bit and then came off the 20 foot scaffolding with the Stripper’s Real Name through four tables! The crowd gasped and sighed as their dreams of victory literally shattered into a million pieces.

Finale – 6
Shelley – 3
Time: 0:16

Jenny Jersey: Here is your winner, Finale!

‘Whatever Happened to my Rock N’ Roll’ cues up and EMT’s rush onto the scene. Finale was up to his feet after a few moments, a referee holding his hand high. Finale then shoved the ref off and stumbled to the back, but not before taking one more satisfied look at Shelley’s broken body.

Linzi Martin: What an insane match! And look, it’s Finale who is walking away.

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley looks like he is in rough shape here. You never want to see this.

Linzi Martin: He knew what he signed up for. That’s what happens when you face a butcher.

Larry Gordon: Wow. Finale’s Fan Club might actually be worse than Shelley’s…

Linzi Martin: You’re calling me an entire club? Is that a fat joke? Are you calling me fat?

Larry Gordon: …

Cut.

*****Mystery Tournament: The End*****
*****$100,000 & The Number One Contender’s Cup*****

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is the FINALS of the MYSTERY TOURNAMENT! Introducing first… from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing two-hundred and sixty-five pounds… Led to the ring by Hugh Aredone and Rocky Logan… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“Victory” by P Diddy and Company hits the P.A. Out comes “The Millennium Game” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind, followed then by Rocky Logan, enforcer extraordinaire. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends. Then we fade outside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his opponent…

HUGE MEGAPOP!

A huge vagina stands outside of the entrance to the Madison Square Garden arena, very similar to the last promo shot by Bubba J for his match against Justin Case. It needs to be mentioned that this huge vagina can talk and that there are two others standing behind him as though they are vagina guards.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Justin Case and I want to show the entire world that Bubba J is correctly stating that I am a huge pussy, but not only a huge pussy, but a hugely smelly and whiny pussy!”

The people are giving this huge vagina a wide area as he walks and speaks, but there are some that are listening. Also, its obviously not Justin Case but instead the Ragin’ Redneck himself, Bubba J.

“I walk around and claim Bubba J to be Bubba Gay, but in fact, I know that he’ll kick my ass either way because I’m a hugely overused smelly and whiny pussy that can’t win a match. Since I can’t win a match, I must resort to stating that I was given wins by Larry Gordon and have never once earned an actual win here in Rebel Pro, nor a single Rebel Pro title.”

At the mention of titles, the huge vagina off to the left picks up three large belts(made of cardboard) and places them on first the Justin Case vagina and then on Rocky’s “lips.”

“As you can see, these belts are nothing but cardboard which I have proclaimed that is all that myself and my partner Randy Raunchy Logan are able to have. Not to mention, Hugely Vagina, bring my damn Aggression Card… I mean Title belt.”

The one that brought the first belts places one more on it’s other “lip”.

“And now, I am proclaiming that I should be Aggression Champion because Jaice Wilds interfered with my match, costing me a real championship, the first in my career, and therefore is possibly a bigger pussy than I am.”

He stops for a moment.

“Change that, no one is a bigger pussy than myself, Justin Case. But I will continue to defend Larry Gordon and will remain Cardboard Champion of the world until that time that I actually get a bit of talent instead of always proclaiming to be talented… when I’m nothing more than a huge whiny and bitchy pussy. Until that time folks, I will continue to be scared of Bubba J and I know that next time I call him Bubba Gay, he’ll kick my lips down my vagina hole.”

We hear a muttering type ring from in between the lips and then a curse.

“Fuck!”

The Justin Case vagina turns and runs into the arena.

“Damn, too much making fun of Justin Case, forgot the time.”

The people are laughing outside, thinking of a vagina saying “fuck.” They head on by and we cut back to watch the huge vagina running down the hallway. Vincent Black steps from a doorway, and immediately begins to laugh.

“Thanks Vincent, I lost track of time in this huge vagina.”

Both snicker and then bust out laughing, Bubba J rushing down the hallway and into position as his music hits up loud in the arena.

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, from the dark hole that is between the two lips. The crowd laughs at his mockery of Justin Case.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

He sticks one arm through the hole and slips off the costume, which looked really weird to see an arm coming through that hole, let me tell you. Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!
Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing Case and waiting on the damn match to begin.

DING DING

LARRY GORDON: Well, this is it! The finals of the Mystery Tournament!

LINZI MARTIN: Bubba J, the consummate brawler and Justin Case, arguably the best athlete in REBEL Pro history.

LARRY GORDON: The story of their careers is basically the story of REBEL Pro Wrestling. Former world champions! I’m ready for this one!
Bubba J and Justin Case circle each other. But neither locks up. Instead, they stop and stare at each other. Then they leave the ring and each grab a steel chair. Without a word spoken, we have a chair duel! The fans pop as they circle each other, chairs in hand! Bubba with a swing but Case moves out of the way. Case with a jab but Bubba moves out of the way. Bubba with a kick to Case’s abs! He swings the chair down, but Case blocks it! Case with a kick to Bubba’s gut! He swings the chair… Bubba ducks! Case drops his chair and immediately belly-to-back suplexes Bubba on it!

LARRY GORDON: Well, right there, you see, that’s Justin Case’s technical expertise winning out over the Ragin’ Redneck!

LINZI MARTIN: But it’s Bubba J, the most resilient man in this company!

Bubba flails around, holding his back. Case stalks him. Bubba with a chair huck—Case falls! Bubba gets up and throws Case into the corner. The fans go nuts as Bubba lands wild haymaker after wild haymaker each somehow connecting at the last possible second. Then Bubba throws his shoulder into the Just 2 Talented midsection. Again! And again! Again! And a final haymaker—the wildest of all—sends Case slumping in the corner. Bubba grabs the rope and starts stomping a mudhole in the sonbitch!

Bubba stops for a moment to look out at his cheering fans and to catch his breath. When he turns back, Case is slowly crawling away. Bubba climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Case slowly gets to his feet… but knocked down by a big axhandle! Bubba immediately picks Case up. He whips him across the ring. Picks him up… BIG SPINEBUSTER SLAM!

COVER!

ONE! CASE ALMOST IMMEDIATELY KICKS OUT! He rolls to the outside where he counsels with Aredone and Logan.

LARRY GORDAN: What an amazing kickout! At one! I think there might be someone else up for most resilient REBEL superstar!

LINZI MARTIN: These two men want to win this tourney, even if they don’t know what the prize is. What if it’s five bucks?

LARRY GORDAN: Men can build careers by winning tournaments like this. Bubba J and Vincent Black, Hardcore Entertainment, were put on the map because of the Best of the Best tag tournament in 2008! So if either guy wins this match and this tournament, it’s a hell of a bragging right!

Bubba J tells him to get back in the ring, but Case keeps talking strategy. Finally Bubba has had enough! He grabs the steel chair and leaves the ring. Case pretends he doesn’t know Bubba is coming and mulekicks Bubba as he raises the steel chair in the air. Case grabs the chair out of his hand and whacks him across the head with it! Bubba falls to the ground but Logan and Aredone pick him up. Case grabs him and whips him into the steel guard rail! Case pulls Bubba forward… right into a big belly-to-belly on the unforgiving cement! Case looks out at the booing fans and smiles. Aredone and Logan pull a table from under the ring and set it up for Case. Case drags Bubba towards it. He hooks him for a fisherman’s suplex THROUGH THE TABLE! But Bubba elbows out of it! Bubba with a series of rights and lefts! Headbutt to Case! Headbutt to Aredone! Headbutt to Logan! Bubba with a LOW BLOW to CASE! POWER BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE—NO! NO! Case with a hurricanrana to Bubba who lands on the table. Case leaps onto the corner of the ring apron, SHOOTING STAR PRESS THROUGH THE TABLE!

LARRY GORDON: This is why I love announcing—

LINZI MARTIN: –because you get to sit for long periods of time?

LARRY GORDON: Well, there’s that. But I also get to be front row for amazing moves like that! Only here, in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

Case rolls around on the ground, holding both his groin from the low blow and his midsection from the press through the table. Bubba isn’t moving. Finally, Case gets to his feet. He rolls Bubba into the ring. COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Case locks in THE GAMEBREAKER! But somehow Bubba slides out of it and flips Case over his shoulder! Bubba with a series of elbows to Case’s forehead. Bubba gets to one knee and drops another series of elbows. He gets to both feet and drops a big elbow. Back to his feet. Another! Another! He runs off of the ropes… another big elbow! Case slowly gets to his feet but Bubba takes him down with a big spear followed by a series of punches!

LARRY GORDON: Time for a barroom brawl!

LINZI MARTIN: Bubba J trying to change the tone of the match into one he knows he can dominate!

Case kicks forward and covers Bubba with his legs!

ONE!

TWO—KICKOUT!

LARRY GORDON: And now Case flipping it back to his style!

Bubba kicks out but Case still has control of his legs. He drops a knee into Bubba’s gut! Another! A third! And an elbow into the side of his knee! He applies a kneelock, wrenching it before transitioning it into a sharpshooter!

Bubba can’t do anything but reach for a steel chair that is close by. He reaches for it. Almost gets to it. Almost gets to it… but Aredone pulls away from him! But that’s okay, there’s still a second chair! He crawls towards it, Case trying to drag him back to the center. Aredone gets to that chair—but he’s too late! Bubba grabs it! He spins around and whacks Case with the chair, simultaneously breaking the move! Bubba waits as Case falls to the ground and slowly stands up… Trailer Park Trash—no! Case pushes Bubba away! … BACK SUPLEX FROM CASE TO BUBBA! Case takes a minute to recover as Bubba crawls around. Finally Case picks Bubba up… a SECOND Back Suplex! He ROLLS THROUGH! A THIRD! A FOURTH! ON A CHAIR! The fans can’t help but cheer for that! But then it turns to boos when he covers the Ragin’ Redneck!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

Case picks Bubba up. Kick to the gut, headscissors, PILEDRIVER ON A CHAIR! NO! NO! Bubba reverses into a BIG BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE CHAIR! Bubba grabs the second chair. CHAIR HUCK nails Case just as he stands! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT!

Bubba lays both chairs on top of Case’s head. He climbs up the turnbuckle! FLYING ELBOW DROP! Case moves out of the way! BUT HE HITS THE CHAIRS! Case quickly picks Bubba up and hits him with a SINGLE ARM DDT TO THE WOUNDED ARM ONTO THE CHAIRS! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Case wraps one chair around Bubba’s arm. He goes to the top rope with the second chair. GUILLOTINE LEG DROP CHAIR ON CHAIR WITH THE ARM WRAPPED IN IT ALL! Bubba wakes up from the DDT to realize his arm is crushed. He screams in pain as he tries to unwrap it from the chair. As he is doing that, Case runs off of the ropes. BIG ENZUIGIRI KICK TO BUBBA! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Case picks Bubba up. WRISTLOCK SUPLEX TO THE INJURED ARM! NO! NO! Bubba reverses into a WRISTLOCK OF HIS OWN! And a HUGE short arm clothesline! Case spins around from the impact! He slowly stands and turns around. TRAILER PARK TRASH! HE NAILS IT!

COVER!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Bubba J rolls off of Justin Case, breathing heavily.

Jenny Jersey: The WINNER of the Number One Contender’s Trophy… BUBBA J!!!

Two very beautiful looking women walk down towards the ring with the Number One Contender’s Trophy and a briefcase. Bubba J gets to his feet, and is handed the trophy, which he raises high in the air.

Larry Gordon: Now Bubba gets his choice of championship to fight for. Should be very interesting!

Linzi Martin: A great match, sucks there has to only be one winner though.

Bubba opens the briefcase and is all smiles as he looks over the neat stacks of hundreds filled into the suitcase.

Larry Gordon: And he’s a much richer man too.

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*****Escape From New York*****

We fade into the backstage area where Finale sits crossed legged on an anvil case. He is wearing a long brown wig and an eyepatch while sporting a black sleeveless t-shirt, ripped jeans, commando boots and a mock rifle. Beside him is a ratty looking hipster type dressed up as Alex deLarge.

Finale: Mutt, you look fucking retarded. This is why I don’t bring you to shit like this. This is why your name is Mutt.

Mutt frowns. People always look super pathetic when they frown in costume.

Mutt: I thought it was a good idea.

Finale: If you’re 18. If you just got to college and bought your first gram of weed. You need to get a man’s costume.

Mutt: Like yours? What is tough about Captain Ron?

Finale slaps him in the face.

Finale: I’m not Captain Ron you fucking twat. I’m Snake.

Mutt: Oh because we’re in New York!

Finale: Again, you can no longer question why I don’t bring you to these things. Moving on. Did you do

what I asked you to? Out on the streets?

Mutt: Yeah yeah I got rid of all of them. Told them who they were from.

Finale: You made sure they were all Gabe Shelley fans?

Mutt: Oh ya! Lots of little kids too.

Finale cocks an eyebrow.

Finale: Okay you made that sound incredibly creepy but you have the right idea. Excellent, everything is in place.

Mutt: I’ve gotta be honest dude, I gave up on you for a bit there in BWF…

There is dramatic silence. The camera casually tightening in on their faces. Neither blinks.

Finale.Yeah. You and everybody else.

Finale then hops off of the anvil case with a satisfied grunt and stone cold expression. He then walks off but discreetly mugs obnoxiously for the camera before leaving the frame.

Mutt: Oh fuck I get it! Snake says that in-

The fake rifle flies back into frame and nails Mutt in the head, effectively cutting him off. We cut.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression/AoWF Television Championship IRON MAN Match*****
*****Johnny Maverick©(Victory!) versus Jaice Wilds(REBEL!) versus Virgil Keenan©(REBEL!)*****

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Time- 60:00

J-Mav: 0
Virgil K: 0
Jaice Dubya: 0

Johnny Maverick, Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds all rush each other in the center of the ring. Except Maverick expertly stops just short and backs away, as Wilds flies with a spinning heel kick towards Virgil that hits him square in the face. Virgil however catches the next leg from Jaice Wilds, and throws him to the canvas and quickly locks in a half Boston crab. Virgil applies the pressure, but scans the ring for Maverick who quickly got himself behind Virgil Keenan. Maverick climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for the right moment. Virgil keeps applying pressure with the half Boston crab but Jaice uses his other leg to wildly contort his body around and kick Virgil in the ribs and back until Virgil lets go of the hold. As Virgil does so, he turns around and is met with a stunning missile dropkick from Johnny Maverick which sends Virgil into the corner turnbuckles. Jaice Wilds however catches Maverick as Maverick basically falls down on top of him. Jaice wraps his legs around Mav’s waist, and then around Maverick’s neck to apply a submission move of his own. Virgil Keenan rushes over and hit’s a leg drop right onto Maverick, while Mav is in the midst of being choked by Jaice Wilds. What it does do though is force Jaice to pull his arms back, freeing up the VW World Champion.

Time: 55:00
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0
Jaice: 0

Larry Gordon: This is going to be a long, and specatular match folks.

Linzi Martin: Johnny has the potential of walking out of here tonight as a Triple Champion.

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Jaice Wilds rolls away as Virgil turns his focus to Johnny Maverick. Virgil Keenan flips around Mav as he gets up, and takes him down and locks on an armbar in a familiar Mexican style wink, wink. Virgil pulls and pulls, Maverick slaps his shoulder and arm as he tries to pull himself up and out of it without hurting himself. Jaice Wilds springboards himself off the top rope, Virgil lets go of Mav and rolls out of the way as Jaice lands an asai moonsault. Maverick elbows Jaice as he lands, but the damage is still done to both men. Virgil Keenan runs over, quick and sudden elbow drop onto Jaice Wilds’ chest. Jaice cringes, but spins himself up onto his shoulders, presses his hands to the canvas, jumps up using his hands and wraps his legs around Virgil’s neck and does the weirdest and sickest fucking hurricanrana you’ve ever seen. Even Johnny smirks, and claps.

Time- 50:00
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0
Jaice: 0

Linzi Martin: That was AMAZING!

Larry Gordon: Jaice lives up to his moniker as the Xtreme Aerialist.

Johnny Maverick doesn’t wait to pounce on Jaice as Jaice gets to his feet though, laying him out with a clothesline that sends Jaice over the top rope and to the outside. Johnny Maverick is up first again but Virgil is too and ready to get back into things. Mav grabs him by his neck and lifts him up, but the Aggression champ quickly pushes Maverick into the corner post banging Johnny’s head off of it. Keenan throws a stiff left and then tangles up with Johnny. Jaice Wilds on the outside gets to his feet and begins plotting his next move as Virgil hip tosses to the corner. Jaice strains as he lifts up the top half off the steel steps and slides it into the ring behind Virgil and Johnny. Johnny Maverick sees Jaice coming with the steel steps and flips himself from the corner turnbuckle, up and over, double kicking Virgil in the face as he does so. Johnny hops out onto the outside, Virgil is stunned for a moment as he stumbles back. BANG! Jaice Wilds cracks the steel steps over the back of Virgil’s head. Virgil hit’s the canvas and Jaice lifts the steel steps up one more time. Johnny goes under the ring to look for weaponry. Jaice drops the steel steps RIGHT onto Virgil‘s face. Virgil throws his arms up at the last second, but it‘s too late and his face just got made to look like a hotdog that was microwaved for way too long. Jaice covers, pushing down on Virgil with the steel steps as well for added weight.

1!

Johnny comes back from under the ring, a thick steel chain in hand.

2!!

Virgil seems ready to kick out, but Jaice now throws his feet up against the middle ropes and uses them as further leverage.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time: 45:25

Jaice: 1
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0

Linzi Martin: Wilds scores the first pinfall of the iron man match!

Larry Gordon: if nothing else happens in this match Jaice will be pretty happy.

Maverick hops onto the ring apron and from there he whips the steel chain out towards Jaice, lassoing Wilds and pulling him down to the canvas with it. Virgil rolls away, holding his head. Virgil’s mask is ripped only a bit, but his blood does more than enough to keep his face covered. Johnny launches himself into the ring with a moonsault, lands on Jaice, and then keeps rolling with it and rolls away from Jaice. He snaps Jaice up and forward with the chain, which now has a lethal grip around Jaice Wilds’ neck. Virgil Keenan rolls right out of the ring, cussing out the referee as he searches for weapons of his own now.

Linzi Martin: Shit’s about to get REBEL Pro in this mothafucka.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Johnny Maverick seems like he’s toying with Jaice as every time Jaice gets to his feet, Mav yanks the chain and pulls him to the canvas. Jaice grabs onto the chain as Mav pulls it closer and closer towards himself, wrapping it around his fists and arms. Jaice Wilds is on his feet near Maverick, his hands wrapped around the chain that is a vice grip over his neck. Maverick swings with both fists, Jaice does a flip and jumps out of the way.

Larry Gordon: Oh boy, there’s Virgil.

Time: 39:99
Virgil: 0
Johnny: 0
Jaice: 1

Linzi Martin: And he’s got a bag of goodies!

Virgil lays out an entire bag of thumbtacks all around one side of the ring and hops up onto the apron. Mav with another takedown attempt on Jaice, but Jaice again uses his feline agility to literally flip himself over Johnny Maverick in stunning fashion, wrapping the last part of the chain around Johnny’s neck now. Jaice begins to get himself free of the chain around his neck but Johnny Maverick gets back to his feet and snaps him back to the canvas. Virgil from the apron however grabs onto Maverick from behind… Full Nelson Suplex from the apron to the outside of the ring! Maverick and Virgil both land hard on the thumbtacks, but Johnny gets the worst of it. Jaice gets snapped back and forth again like a rag doll in the midst of this and hit’s the canvas, choked out and coughing, desperate for air. Virgil slides back into the ring and hoists Jaice up with the chain, whipping it around and smashing it over his head before grabbing Jaice as he falls… hammerlock DDT right onto the steel steps!!! Virgil covers!

1!

Johnny gets to his feet.

2!!

This time, Virgil throws his feet against the ropes to use them as extra leverage!

3!!!

Johnny swats Virgil’s feet away, but it’s too late.

DING DING DING

Time- 34:56
Jaice: 1
Virgil: 1
Johnny: 0

Larry Gordon: Looks like the REBEL Pro guys tied it up amongst themselves.

Johnny gets into the ring and as Virgil gets up, ANOTHER BODY MURDERED ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! The crowd goes NUTS!

1!
Linzi Martin: Spoke too soon?!

2!!

Johnny smirks as he puts his feet on the ropes, using them as added leverage.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time- 34:22
Johnny: 1
Virgil: 1
Jaice: 1

Larry Gordon: Now everyone’s got one.

Johnny Maverick sits up, then hooks both the legs on Virgil Keenan once again.

1!

Linzi Martin: Johnny going for another one!!!

2!!

Jaice Wilds lifts the chain up and whips Johnny across the back with it, breaking the pin. Jaice however isn’t done treating Johnny like a Christian in ancient Rome, as he continues to whip him across the back with the steel chain as Maverick tries to get away. Virgil Keenan takes the moment to get himself around to Jaice and he grabs Jaice from behind, rolling him up in a schoolboy!

1!

2!!

Virgil pulls on the tights!

THR- NO! Maverick with the save!

Maverick dropkicks Virgil into the corner. Maverick picks up those steel steps and rams Virgil Keenan in the corner, crushing him between them. Maverick climbs up onto the middle rope, punching Virgil in the face. Jaice Wilds is out of the ring now, and he’s grabbing some tables leftover from the Finale and Gabe Shelley match.

Time: 25:00
All Tied at 1

Linzi Martin: Jaice is up to some shenanigans outside.

Larry Gordon: Yeah but I think Johnny should probably pay more attention to what’s happening where he is…

Virgil Keenan grabs onto Johnny’s waist and lifts him up in the midst of the beat down, and takes Johnny out with a sit out power bomb! Johnny’s head however clips the edge of the steel steps on the way down, and his head snaps against his own chest and stays pushed against it as Virgil holds for the pin.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jaice looks up, flabbergasted and fucking pissed off as he hops up onto the apron.

Time- 23:06
Virgil: 2
Johnny: 1
Jaice: 1

Linzi Martin: That awkward landing looks like it hurt Maverick a lot more than that move normally would have.

Larry Gordon: That goes without saying. Johnny is known for concussions, hopefully he hasn’t sustained another one here as a result of that sit out power bomb.

Jaice Wilds on the apron, jumps up onto the top rope and runs alongside it as Virgil is to his feet. Jaice with a springboard super kick sends Virgil to the canvas! He covers!

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Virgil Keenan head butts Jaice Wilds and then grabs him around the waist, lifting both Jaice and himself up! Virgil has Jaice Wilds in a bear hug of all things, and Virgil Keenan clearly finds this incredibly amusing because Jaice is a tiny Brazilian man with no where to go now. Johnny is barely moving, but he does nod to the referee that he isn’t totally KO’d. Jaice Wilds begins wailing with punches on Virgils bloodied face, and it begins to work as finally Virgil Keenan lets go. Virgil stumbles into the ropes, and Jaice Wilds rushes him. Virgil drops, pulling the top rope down with him and this sends Jaice over but only to the apron. Virgil grapples Jaice on the apron and tries to suplex him back into the ring, but there’s Johnny! Johnny low blows Virgil Keenan, and it weakens him enough to let Jaice attempt a suplex of his own. Virgil gets lifted up off the ground but he wiggles his feet around and grounds himself once more. The second time Jaice goes for it however, Johnny Maverick grabs Virgil by the feet mid-air and launches him forward, sending both Jaice Wilds and Virgil Keenan to the outside and right through two tables Jaice Wilds had set up! Everyone is in a bloody heap, but Maverick isn’t finished as he lifts up the steel steps and puts them onto the top rope. Maverick climbs the top turnbuckle, holding onto the steel steps.

Time- 17:31

Larry Gordon: Wow only 17 minutes left? Feels like this match hasn’t really been going on for almost an hour. I guess that’s just how entertaining it’s been.

Linzi Martin: I figure with Anna in the building, time and space itself has been warped.

Johnny stands on the top turnbuckle, already still wobbly from the after effects of that power bomb. He hoists it up and then chucks it down towards Virgil and Jaice. Jaice manages to get out of the way but Virgil, sadly, does not. It pancakes him as Johnny follows it up with a shooting star press that dazzles the crowd and punctuates terrible pain for Virgil. Johnny hurts himself terribly though on the strike and Jaice capitalizes, lifting Johnny up and throwing him into the ring. Jaice is quick to move, climbing up to the top rope and… AERIAL ACE!!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Larry Gordon: Whoa!

Time- 15:00
Jaice: 2
Virgil: 2
Johnny: 1

Linzi Martin: And the REBELs tie up again. This could be bad for Johnny.

Jaice Wilds covers Johnny again.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Maverick knees Jaice in the gut and throws him off of himself. Maverick gets to his feet, almost to the effect of a second wind pushing him forward. Jaice Wilds scrambles, BANG! ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Jaice hit’s the canvas, Johnny’s quick to go for the high risk… EPIC FAIL ON JAICE WILDS!!!

HE COVERS!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time- 13:12
All Tied At 2

And now… Nothing. Everyone is down and out, seemingly catching their breath. The match has shown it’s toll on all three men. Johnny rolls out of the ring, and hit’s the ground hard. Virgil is only just now showing signs that he totally isn’t dead and Jaice Wilds looks around at the arena ceiling, dazed and confused. Johnny pulls himself in underneath the ring as Virgil Keenan climbs up onto the ring apron, and then pulls himself into the ring. He throws himself on the downed Jaice.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Virgil rolls off of Jaice, looking up at the clock and the score. He pulls himself up and makes an inaudible quip at the referee, which gives Jaice enough time to pull a schoolboy roll up on Virgil!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO!!! VIRGIL KEENAN KICKS OUT! BAH GAWD!!!

Larry Gordon: This is getting down to the wire now, folks.

Linzi Martin: And here’s JOHNNY!

Johnny emerges from underneath the ring, both his legs wrapped in barbed wire as he slides in. Jaice and Virgil both team up and try to take him out. THE TONY JAA ON JAICE WILDS!!! Jaice is all bloody as fuck too cause of it as he spins around and hit’s the canvas. Virgil Keenan goes for a collar elbow tie up to slow Johnny down before he can gain any further momentum, Johnny strikes him in the ribs and chest with successive knees and Virgil steps back, in pain. Johnny Maverick climbs up to the top rope but Virgil rushes towards him, BURNING HAMMER!!! BURNING HAMMER ON JOHNNY MAVERICK!!! VIRGIL HAS IT! BUT Virgil is too weakened to go for the pin immediately! Jaice is down! Virgil is down! Johnny is down!

Time- 6:42
All Tied Up At 2

Larry Gordon: These men have given it their all, what more can you expect from such a high stakes match?

Linzi Martin: YEAH! REBEL Pro! FUCK YEAH!

The clock is ticking… Finally, Virgil throws himself over Johnny.

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! JAICE BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND! Jaice Wilds pulls himself to his feet and climbs up top one more time… AERIAL ACE ON JOHNNY MAVERICK!!! One problem! Johnny rolls out of the way, and puts his legs up. Jaice’s chest gets torn by barbs and he rolls out of the ring, bleeding, and in much pain.

Time- 1:00
All Tied At 2

Virgil Keenan is up first now, and he lifts Maverick up by his neck. Virgil goes to put Johnny away with a double armed DDT, again focusing on the head and neck. But Johnny flips himself forward, double kicking Virgil in the face and has the fans going nuts at his own agility. Virgil stumbles forward… ANOTHER BODY MURDERED!!! Johnny falls to his knees, breathing heavily. He covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Time: :25

Johnny: 3
Virgil: 2
Jaice: 2

The clock begins winding down, as Johnny rolls out of the ring and falls to the outside.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner and STILL AoWF Television Champion, and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPION… JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

The REBEL Pro fans are going nuts, cheering wildly. Which would seem ridiculous since a Victory guy just won a REBEL belt, but Johnny is a REBEL Pro alumni and there is much love for this REBEL Icon here tonight. The fans at ringside all hug and slap Johnny on the back as he leans against the barricade, holding up the AoWF Television title.

Larry Gordon: What a hard fought match.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. It’d be nice to actually give Johnny the Aggression title but you know… PWA assholes stole it.

*****A Call To Arms*****

He’s pissed.

Shawn West: I, uh…

West, usually calm, cool and collected is a bit rattled as he sits across from Simon Kalis.

Shawn West: I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.

Kalis takes a drag off his cigarette and nods sombrely.

Simon Kalis: Well. I am. I am when you have PWA scum stealing our belts. Attacking our people. I’m here. Watching. Listening. Jerking off to Anna Mathews promo videos.

Kalis leans in, he seems pretty serious.

Simon Kalis: I’m fucking here.

West pours himself a glass of Jack Daniels and nods.

Shawn West: To be fair, you started it.

Simon Kalis: Phoenix did, actually. But we’ll pretend like you didn’t just say that.

Shawn West: So… What’re we gonna do?

Simon Kalis: You’ll stay here. Drinking your liver away. As for the rest of us?

Kalis pauses for a moment, if only for dramatic flare.

Simon Kalis: We’ll show them what REBELs do when people steal from us.

Kalis raises his own glass of whiskey up, in toast. But not at West… But to the camera.

Simon Kalis: Cheers, motherfuckers.

As we fade, Gold sits up and wipes his nose clean.

Jeremy Gold: Oh god here come the guns.

*****REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship Match*****
*****Mikey Massacre versus Lisa Seldon©*****

Lisa opens up her offense by crossing the ring and blasting Massacre between the eyes with a Yakuza Kick to send him back to the corner. Mikey gets his hands up but Lisa goes to the body with a series of lefts and rights before dropping low and taking him down with a Leg Sweep. Lisa then hops back up, steps forward and shatters his face with a knee, rattling it back against the middle turnbuckle.

Lisa pulls Mikey up and into a clinch, where she sticks a few knees in his gut. She then pushes him away and steps forward with a Push Kick, but Mikey catches her leg, reels her in and then flattens her with a Clothesline. Lisa lands hard with the wind knicked out of her, allowing Massacre to pull her up by an arm and drag her right into a Belly to Belly Suplex that sends her across the ring and leaves her balled up in the corner.

Mikey gives Lisa a chance to right herself before charging across the ring, only to run straight into her heel as she gets a foot up in the way. Never one to give up, Mikey charges her again only for Lisa to roll out of the way. She then springs up to her feet just as Mikey turns, and leaps straight up into an Overhead Kick which cracks across the back of his head. Mikey slumps in the corner and Lisa pulls herself up, only for Mikey to catch her from behind and drop her with a Bulldog. Lisa then rolls to the apron but Mikey keeps going, jumping back to his feet and landing another one on nobody for good measure, and then a third to seal the deal. A particularly vocal sect of the roster hoot and hollar for his antics.

Mikey lunges at the ropes but Lisa gets up and drives a shoulder into his midsection. Mikey staggers back and Lisa gives him a push before running to the corner and up the fastenings. She then throws herself backwards toward the ring, catches Mikey about the head and impales to the mat with a Spike DDT. Mikey flops over to his back and Lisa drops into a cover.

1

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Larry Gordon: No, Mikey throws up an arm.

Linzi Martin: It’s still way too early to put that idiot away.

Lisa gets Mikey up and pushes him into the ropes before blasting him with a hard kick through the ribs. Lisa then crosses the ring and shoots herself back, only for Mikey to step forward and flatten her out with a Drop Toe-Hold. Mikey then spins around it as Lisa jumps up, allowing him to catch her in a Front Facelock and quickly drag her up into a Suplex. Lisa fights back however and sticks a knee into the top of his head, allowing her to loosen his grip and drop back to the mat. Lisa then steps forward for a high Roundhouse Kick, but Mikey sees it coming and steps forward, catching her leg over his shoulder and wrapping the rest of her up. Lisa looks for an out but Mikey tightens his grip and drops back, sending her across the ring on the end of a Capture Suplex and tumbling out to the floor.

Lisa gets up but Mikey is waiting for her, and crosses the ring before throwing himself between the ropes like a Bullet, catching her in the gut with a Tope and sending them both spilling back up the entrance way before they collapse to a heap on the floor.

Mikey is first up and throws a hand in the air, which is met with boos, save for the Rebel Pro faithful who do their best to sound the rest of the crowd out. Mikey then gets Lisa to her feet, drags her straight up and then splatters her across the floor with a Vertical Suplex.

Mikey gets Lisa back up and dumps her in the ring before sliding in himself and laying on a cover.

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Linzi Martin: And this time Lisa shoots out of the move.

Mikey steps back and let’s Lisa get to her feet, though occasionally giving her a few taunting kicks as she pulls herself up. Mikey then turns her to face him and pushes her against the ropes, allowing her to bounce back a step and walk right into a Forearm that rattles her jaw. Lisa drops to a knee and Mikey pulls her up for a second, backing up this time before lunging into the move, only to step right into a Palm Strike that sends the spit flying across the ring. Mikey turns the other way and Lisa kicks out his legs, putting him to his knees and allowing Lisa to get a foot on the back of his head, and ride it to the ground as she crushes it against the mat.

Mikey rolls as Lisa crosses the ring, kicks off the second rope and catapults herself back into a no hands Asai Moonsault, knocking the wind out of both of them and leaving Massacre flat on his back as she hoosks a leg.

Larry Gordon: Echo Effect! And she covers.

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Linzi Martin: But once again Mikey gets his shoulders off the mat.

Lisa gets Mikey up again and blasts him with a series of strikes, ending when she turns and catches him in the gut with a Solbut to double him over. Lisa then leaps onto his back and ties up an arm between her legs while grabbing hold of the other. Mikey stands on instinct and Lisa snaps to the side with him, planting him into the canvas with a Crucifix Driver.

Larry Gordon: Mikey hits hard and Lisa holds on.

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Linzi Martin: Mikey is out at two!

Larry Gordon: He’s still got her on his shoulders.

Mikey rolls through onto his knees and then stands straight up, taking Lisa with him and into a Standing Fireman’s Carry. Lisa tries to elbow her way out but Mikey stops this by heading for the nearest corner and smashing her into the turnbuckle. Mikey then steps back and pushes Lisa up, but Lisa adjusts in midair and lands on his shoulders. Lisa then holds on and drops an elbow on the top of his head before snapping back and sending Massacre into the corner with a Hurricanrana, then leaves him head over heels and strung up on the ropes.

Lisa sees Massacre hung up and rolls into the opposite corner and to her feet. She then crosses the ring, leaps into the air and smashes him with a Dropkick between the eyes, while crushing his head against the ropes. Lisa then pulls him out and jumps on the cover.

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Linzi Martin:And Mikey is out again!

Lisa leaves Mikey on the mat and quickly hops up to the top-rope, she pushes herself into the air and throws her knees up high.

Larry Gordon: The Horror Pop!

Lisa lands and rolls through as Mikey ducks out of the way and gets to his feet. Lisa then comes up and turns but Mikey steps under her and puts her to the mat with a Back-Bodydrop. Lisa lands hard and rolls through again, only to walk into a Hiptoss and then a second which flattens her out and allows Mikey to finish with an Elbow Drop, stuck deep in her chest. Mikey then drops into a pin.

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Linzi Martin: And this time it’s Lisa pushing her way free.

Lisa fights up to her feet and sticks a few shots in his gut to send Massacre away, only for him to grab her by the hair, throw her back and smash her head off the canvas. Mikey punches himself in the head a few times as he talks around Lisa, waiting for her to get up before pulling her into an Arm-Wringer. Mikey measures it and sizes up a punch, but waits too long, allowing Lisa to whip up a leg and catch him between the eyes. Mikey goes back and Lisa swarms, rushing with a flying knee before drilling him with punches that send him to her left and right into another brutal High Kick that cracks him between the eyes. Lisa has him on the run but charges, only to walk straight into a Haymaker right hand that sends her reeling.

Mikey turns Lisa around and drags her into a Standing Kataha-Jime before leaning back and tossing her across the ring with the Suplex.

Larry Gordon: Mannyplex.

The fans rise though as Lisa lands on her feet while Mikey falls to his back. Massacre then sits up as Lisa steps forward.

Linzi Martin: The Killer!

Lisa throws out a leg but Mikey hears it coming and catches it before spinning her around in front of him and sending her across the ring. Mikey then jumps up as Lisa comes to face him and shoots with a Dropkick, but catches nothing but the air as Lisa ducks under. Lisa then jumps straight up and points her heels at his face, only for Mikey to roll out of the way. Massacre then throws himself to his feet and into the air with another Dropkick, only for Lisa to push his feet aside and send him to the mat again. Mikey lands on all fours and Lisa snaps forward for a Punt Kick, but Mikey lifts his head out of the way and catches her with a School Boy Roll-Up.

Larry Gordon: Cover? No, she rolls through.

Mikey pushes Lisa to get to her feet as he jumps up, takes to the air and finally connects with a Dropkick that sends her to the ropes. Lisa then bounces back and walks right into a second, before Mikey jumps up, throws himself at the air and lands a Dropkick on no one at all. This time he lands on his knees and beats his chest like a Gorilla before slamming his head into the canvas, much to the excitement of the fans.

Linzi Martin: Mikey is all fired up!

Mikey grabs Lisa by the hair and thrusts her into the corner, where he grinds her down with a series of brutal shots before forcing her up onto the ropes. Mikey then steps after her and into a Front Facelock while forcing Lisa to her feet on the top-rope. Lisa throws a few punches at his ribs but Mikey shrugs them off, steps to the top and throws both of them at the ring, where they shatter on the end of a huge Superplex.

Larry Gordon: Everplex! And he crushes both of them with the move!

The ref moves to count but Mikey fights his way up, throwing himself at the ropes and then dragging to his feet. A call of his name rings loud through the arena, and pushes him to fight on as he collapses into the turnbuckle.

Linzi Martin: He’s not covering.

Larry Gordon: He’s going for the big finish.

Mikey clambers the ropes and then turns, perching himself on the top and taking just a second to steady his balance. He then stands straight up, coils and then fires himself into the air, gaining tremendous height as he pushes up and then fires toward the ring.

Linzi Martin: The Sellout!

Mikey spreads his body and drops like a brick, only to land across the knees of Lisa Seldon, who gets them up and sends himself stumbling around the ring.

Mikey comes back to Lisa and swings, but she swings herself under and brings a leg after her, catching across the side of the head and sending him back, and right into range as Lisa spins, throws out her leg digs it straight in under his jaw with a Superkick, just lifting him off the mat before he drops to a knee. Finally, Lisa steps forward, kicks off his leg and throws out a Shining Yakuza Kick, crushing his face against her heel before letting him slump in a heap. Lisa meanwhile lands on her feet and then drops down to her knees on top of him for a cover.

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Larry Gordon: What!?

Linzi Martin: No! He fights through the pain!

Mikey claws his way up, much to Lisa’s chagrin, and walks right into another swooping kick that comes up over and rattles the back of his head as he settles on all fours. Lisa then pulls him up into the Clinch and rips a knee through his jaw, and then fires off a second, only for Mikey to catch her leg. Mikey then stands up, leans forward and smashes her off the floor with a Sidewalk Slam. Lisa rolls through though, pushes to her feet, runs forward and rips through his face again with a Yakuza Kick, sending him back to the ropes. Mikey bounces back and Lisa stumbles forward with another, only for Mikey to get his hands up and spin her away. Mikey then catches her around the waist and easily drags her into the air.

Larry Gordon: Murder Backdrop!

But Lisa drops out behind, landing on all fours and quickly jumping back to her feet. Mikey tries to turn but Lisa moves to face, leaping up, twisting her body and shattering her heel across the back of his head to send him to the mat.

Linzi Martin: The Death! And it connects!

Mikey drops dead on all fours and Lisa lands in a heap, but quickly rights herself by grabbing hold of the ropes and pulling herself up. Lisa then snaps forward, tearing through his face with a Punt Kick that forces his head straight, blood dripping from a wound on his head from the series of shots.

Lisa then turns to face him, snaps out a leg and buries a Roundhouse Kick in the side of his head, cracking it wide open and dropping him to the floor. Lisa then falls onto the cover.

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DING DING DING

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Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. LISA SELDON!!!!!

The crowd here in Madison Square Garden gives Lisa a standing ovation, as the referee raises her hand with the championship. Mikey Massacre holds his head, in pain and perhaps disbelief as well as Lisa drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, gingerly making her way back up the ramp.

Larry Gordon: Lisa does it once more, and the Seldontastic Era of REBEL Pro continues!

Linzi Martin: We’re out of time folks, see you next week for Aggression!

The camera shows one last shot of the Champion of Everything, as she exits stage left and we fade…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Bobby Lee defeats Jeremy Gold, thus Gold becomes the sole Fecal Beagle Champion.
Taboo and Hostile get arrested, the match never happens cause they just beat the shit out of each other.
Vincent Black defeats Anna Mathews in a wild one.
Finale defeats Gabe Shelley, in the ultimate tables match.
Bubba J defeats Justin Case, to win $100,000 cash and the Number One Contender’s Trophy
Johnny Maverick defeats Virgil Keenan & Jaice Wilds to retain the AoWF TV title, and win the Aggression title.
Lisa Seldon defeats Mikey Massacre, and there is seemingly no end to Lisa’s REBEL Pro.

*****Rampage: The Empire Strikes Back*****

Voice: SONUVA BITCH!! BUBBA!!

The camera comes up backstage, where Vincent Black kneels over a bloodied Bubba J. Bubba is dazed and near unconscious, while various personnel make their way over.

EMT: What happened?

Vincent looks at the EMT, irritated.

Vincent Black: Bubba ate one too many candy bars and went into insulin shock. What the fuck do you think happened, jackass?!

The EMT checks Bubba’s vitals, nodding to a nearby medical attendant.

EMT: Stable pulse, labored breathing. Minimal blood loss, multiple blunt force wounds to the face, abdomen and legs. Nothing to indicate immediate danger; but call an ambulance so we can get him scanned.

The attendant grabs a phone from his pocket as Vincent looks on, angered and confused. He bends down, speaking into Bubba’s ear.

Vincent: I’m gonna find the son of a bitch responsible for this and make the bastard pay. Mark my words, Bubba.

The EMT and the attendant load Bubba up on a stretcher, and begin to haul him off. Vincent starts to turn, but notices a small envelope near the spot he found Bubba. He picks it up, looking it over before shoving it in his pocket and walking off towards the locker room.

*****Man The Battle Stations*****

Sirens blare, red lights like spotlights scanning the office. Jeremy Gold runs circles before being tripped to the ground by REBEL’s mysterious yet well dressed new General Manager, Shawn West.

Shawn West: Stop being an idiot.

Gold pouts as he looks up from the ground.

Jeremy Gold: We’re being attacked! We’re under fire! Duck, cover! Run!

Rupert the Kangaroo finally perks up and stomps his big feet in a single hop. Gold panics, crawling to a corner.

Jeremy Gold: I’m not as brave as you!!!

Rupert The Kangaroo shakes his head. What a smart ass.

Shawn West: Don’t you have a match coming up?

Gold gets to his feet and dusts himself off.

Jeremy Gold: Uh. Yeah.

Shawn West: You go do that. Leave any fallout from PWA to me.

Gold sobs as he leaves for the ring.

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Jeremy Gold versus Bobby Lee©*****

Larry Gordon: Oh boy, someone’s got some explaining to do.

Linzi Martin: This is about to get confusing, isn’t it?

*****Jimmy Henderson versus Jaice Wilds*****

Larry Gordon: Well folks, here it is. Jimmy Henderson takes on…

Before Larry can finish, Jaice Wilds comes flying onto the entrance ramp completely bloodied and battered.

Linzi Martin: What the hell is going on?!

Virgil Keenan stomps down hard on Jaice Wilds who manages to fight back, kicking Virgil in the gut before getting to his feet. Jaice Wilds launches himself into the air to the astonishment of the crowd! He’s about to go for a hurricanrana, but he can’t send Keenan flying. Instead Keenan screws Wilds up and Wilds ends up on Virgil’s shoulders, in a bad position. Virgil Keenan yells out, and then takes Jaice Wilds to a five foot drop through a table off the stage with his Burning Hammer!!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Linzi Martin: BAH GAWD LARRY!

Larry Gordon: You can say that again! Virgil just killed himself and Jaice Wilds!

Linzi Martin: I uh. I don’t think we’ll be seeing this match.

EMT’s rush over to check on Jaice Wilds. Virgil Keenan is up on his own steam, but he obviously also hurt himself a bit on that wild move! He looks down at Jaice and scoffs as he walks off, brushing himself off.

Larry Gordon: I think you’re right Linzi.

*****Rampage 2: War Plan Fuchsia*****

Rocky Logan: So what’s the plan on this Keenan kid? We gonna tear him a new one, maybe you make a beeline for the winner at Hell-O-Ween?

The camera finds the Case Filed Rockets in their locker room, Justin suiting up for his match against the Aggression Champion. The Millenium Game smiles, shaking his head.

Justin Case: If you want to chill ringside, I’m more than happy to have you watching me. But I’ll be so busy kicking Virgil’s face in, I probably won’t even realize you’re still around.

Rocky Logan: Yeah. Hell, I’ll go ahead and join on commentary. Give the fans at home some info on the Millenium Game, the Case Filed Rockets, and a little info on how we’re going to be the Tag Team Champions come Hell O Ween.

CFR slap five, Justin tying his headband on. He starts toward a side room, looking back to his partner.

Justin Case: I gotta take a leak, bro. Suit up; there’s fun to be had.

Justin walks off, closing the door a bit behind him. Logan opens his locker, sliding his t-shirt off and grabbing a white shirt. He turns, going to place the t-shirt in his gym bag. It’s at this point he realizes he’s not alone.

Rocky Logan: What th…

He doesn’t finish the sentence, as a foreign object comes down and knocks him out. A hooded figure picks up the dead weight of Rocky Logan, quickly shoving him into his locker and closing it before running to the door. The door to the side room Justin was just in starts to open, and Justin is cheesing.

Justin Case: You ready t…

He notices that Rocky is gone, and notes the slightly open locker room door.

Justin Case: He’s crazy. Not even in the match, and he’s already darting out to the ring. Great guy, great guy.

Justin picks up his shades, placing them over his eyes as he strolls out the door… not noticing the small envelope left on the floor behind him…

*****Interfed Awesomeness!*****
*****Jamie Flynn(REBEL!) versus Dallas Hoover(TGW)*****

Jamie Flynn and Dallas Hoover stand opposite each other in the center of the ring. Dallas offers a handshake. Jamie looks at it for a moment, then shrugs and takes it. They share a firm handshake and then Jamie hauls himself forward using Dallas’s arm and hits a forearm to his face. Dallas stumbles back and Jamie presses the attack with knees and elbows. Dallas backs against the ropes and Jamie Flynn Roundhouse Kicks him and he flips over the ropes.

Larry Gordon: What a flurry of offence by Jamie Flynn.

Linzi Martin: Maybe if Dallas wasn’t busy being all touchy feely he could fight back.

Dallas picks himself up and Jamie Flynn hits a Springboard High Leg Clothesline to the outside. They go down. Jamie Flynn is the first up. He pulls Dallas’s hair until he gets to his feet before slamming his head into the apron. Dallas stumbles away, dazed. Jamie follows until they get to the steps. Then he jumps onto the apron and hits a Tornado DDT onto the Steel Steps.

Linzi Martin: That looks like it hurt.

Jamie Flynn gets Dallas to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He covers for the pin. 1…2… just before the 3, Dallas manages to kick out.

Linzi Martin: That was so close it almost hurt me.

Larry Gordon: Dallas showing a lot of heart, kicking out after that.

Jamie Flynn shakes his head in disbelief and pulls Dallas to his feet. He strikes him in the face with his elbow twice before pointing at the turnbuckle. He climbs up top, checks his distance to Dallas, and then leaps.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha!

Linzi Martin: Dallas hasn’t had a single hint of offense.

As Jamie finishes his rotation, Dallas Hoover shakes off the stars and catches Jamie Flynn. With a roar, Dallas hits a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. Both men stay on the ground until the ref starts counting, then Jamie Flynn picks himself up. Dallas Hoover is still on the ground. Jamie runs to the ropes, springboards off the second rope with an Asai Moonsault Double Stomp, but Dallas rolls out of the way and out of the ring.

Larry Gordon: Dallas tries to take a breather outside.

Linzi Martin: What a wimp.

Jamie Flynn doesn’t miss a beat. The moment Dallas rights himself, he hurls himself over the top rope with a Plancha Suicida. Dallas catches him and turns it into a Power Slam. Dallas stays on top of Jamie Flynn to rest for a moment before standing up and taking Jamie with him. The ref is counting them back into the ring, so Dallas sends him in and follows. Jamie gets to his knees by the time Dallas is in the ring. Dallas picks him up, sends him to the ropes and then hits him with a Shoulder Block, then follows it up with a Standing Splash. He hooks the leg for the pin. 1…2. Kick out at two.

Linzi Martin: His ribs aren’t broken? I’m impressed.

Dallas picks Jamie up for a Samoan Drop, but Jamie wriggles away. He drops down behind Dallas, hooks the arm in a Chicken Wing, but when he reaches across for the Crossface Dallas breaks away and gets behind Jamie. He wraps his arms around his chest and lifts him off the ground in a crushing Reverse Bearhug. Dallas tightens his grip every time Jamie tries to elbow him in the head and escape the move.

Larry Gordon: Can Jamie Flynn escape that Reverse Bearhug?

Linzi Martin: Come on, Jamie, don’t let that fatty beat you.

Jamie Flynn starts to go limp. The referee asks if he’ll give up and he shakes his head. Dallas suddenly turns the move into a Wheelbarrow Powerbomb. Dallas rolls him over and goes for the pin. 1…2.. kick out. Dallas shakes his head before pulling Jamie Flynn to his feet again and sending him to the ropes. Jamie comes back, ducks Hoover’s Lariat, comes back off the ropes and hits a Spinning Heel Kick and falls to the mat.

Larry Gordon: Jamie Flynn can’t capitalize. That Bear Hug must have taken a lot out of him.

Flynn rolls with it, and gets himself behind Dallas Hoover. He’s clearly quicker than Hoover, as he cracks him from behind with a few quick and well placed elbow strikes. Hoover grabs onto Flynn again and goes for more bear hug goodness but Flynn squeezes himself out and free, and rushes to the turnbuckle but not before cracking Dallas with a high knee strike to the face. Dallas is dazed momentarily, but it’s all Jamie needs as he gets to the top rope.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha on Dallas Hoover! He is DOWN!

Linzi Martin: That was hot!!!!

Flynn covers.

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3!!!

DING DING DING

Flynn gets to his feet, albeit a tad gingerly, his hand is raised.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, JAMIE FLYNN!!!!

Flynn exit’s the ring, not even looking back as Dallas Hoover gets to his feet. Dallas looks around though and the crowd rises to their feet and gives him a standing ovation.

Larry Gordon: Great REBEL Pro fans here, Linzi. What a nice thing to do, cheer this fellow even though he lost.

Linzi Martin: I think they’re just cheering because he managed to get up on his own accord. Look how fat he is! Gross!

Larry Gordon: Hey now that’s not a nice thing to say.

Linzi Martin: Larry sweety, I’m not here to be the nice one. That’s your job.

Larry Gordon: Oh right.

Dallas waves to the fans who all continue to cheer him as we fade to commercial.

*****The End of The World*****

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins blares unexpectedly and Mikey Massacre emerges, scratching his beard and his hair, a serious look on his face. He ignores the boos, rolling his eyes at a few comments he gets. He briefly admires a pro-Seldon sign, then gets into the ring, a microphone in hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m not happy to see you either.

Booing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But the fact of the matter is we are stuck together, you and I. REBEL Pro Wrestling isn’t about to cut me. I’m the Architect of this place. I’m the closest thing this place has ever had to a god. And you sad fucks, you have nothing better to do.

He pauses, smirking.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You have nothing better to do but spend your hard-earned twenty-five or fifty dollars or whatever these corporate shitbags charge these days, come to these shows, drink some crappy corn beer they’re selling, then go home and bang the wife you settled for and the kid you never wanted to have. REBEL Pro Wrestling is all you have. And if you want it, you’re stuck with me. And at Hell-o-ween, or whatever-the-fuck that show is called, I can’t keep it straight, you’re going to be stuck with me not just as Mikey Massacre… but once again the heavyweight champion of the world.

Booing which makes Mikey laugh.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And when I am champion, just like last time, I will begin to change things. No more of this conspiracy that allows a one-hundred and fifty pound woman to be the face of this company. No more of this conspiracy that lets Simon Kalis and his goons devote half of the show to their silly antics when the young guys like Jaice Wilds and Chill and Jamie Flynn are out there busting their asses, getting their skin pierced with hepatitis-laced glass and barbed wire with AIDS from Bubba J! When I am the champion of this company and therefore the closest thing this sport has to an undisputed world champion, I will purify this company like I did last time. Gone will be Lisa Seldon, your precious hero. Gone will be Bubba J and Vincent Black, who stood idly by as this company was led to hell. Gone will be everyone who dares stand in my way. And you all, you sheep, you blind fools, you will follow me. You will follow me because you have nowhere else to go. This is your home, and now you share it with me!

He laughs maniacally. Then drops the microphone and punts it into the stands. He runs off of the ropes once, twice, then drops an elbow drop on nobody. He stands up and does it again. Then jumps up onto the turnbuckle and throws up the dual bird to the booing fans. His music hits and he starts to leave, stopping only to jar with a few fans.

Love and War by Drowning Pool plays and the fans’ boos turn to cheers as Taboo emerges from the curtain. He is maskless and walking fast down the aisle towards Mikey Massacre, a microphone in his hand. He stops before Mikey and stares into his face before putting a microphone to his mouth.

TABOO: Mikey, as far as I know, you and I have no beef, but I want to know something… is that you who attacked me last week? Barbed wire, that’s your calling card. And it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve attacked someone recently and tried to take them out. I saw what you did to Seldon. I’ve seen what you’ve threatened to do to this company. Tell me, Mikey, was it you?

MIKEY: Get over yourself, Taboo. What’s to gain by attacking you? I attacked Lisa Seldon because, good or bad—and she’s very, very bad—she is the champion of the world. Who the fuck are you? Chad Kurtis’ little tag-along? Give me a break.

Taboo pushes past Mikey and gets into the ring. He looks skeptically at Mikey, but he believes him. Mikey wasn’t one to wear a mask.

TABOO: Look, I’m not one to make a scene, to be all dramatic, but when a man attacks me and can’t even show his FACE, I have a problem with that, and I’m going to make it known. I might be quiet. I might be boring. Whatever. But the fact of the matter is, I am not going to stop throwing shit around backstage until I have whoever-the-fuck in the ring at Hell-o-ween. Mask or not, I’m going to find out who you are, then I am going to make you regret attacking the Boulder from Boulder, the Suplex Automaton, the former tag and heavyweight champion of the world.

Taboo jumps up onto the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd.

TABOO: And that… IS TABOO!

The crowd cheers as his music cues up. He throws the microphone down and is about to step out of the ring, BUT…

Larry Gordon: Oh here we go.

Pantera’s “5 minutes alone” hits the speakers as the masked man that’s been plaguing Taboo steps out from the back. The music seems to trigger some memory in Taboo but he still just can’t figure out who the hell this guy is.

Masked Man: So Allen, you want answers? You want to know why I’ve been at your heels these past weeks? You want to know who I am? You want to know why I’ve been hiding behind this mask?

Taboo begins shouting out at his tormentor demanding the answers to those questions. He wants his shot at retribution.

Masked Man: Hold on there Allen, you’ll get your answers. First though I’m going to ask you to remember something. April ninth, two-thousand nine. Do you remember that night? That was the night we first crossed paths.

Taboo looks as though he’s seen a ghost as recognition finally hits him. He brings the microphone back to his lips.

Taboo: Peter, you son of a bitch! This thing between us ended when I beat your ass the last time we fought.

The masked man chuckles a mirthless laugh as he pull off the mask. It’s Peter “Hostile” Larsen.

Hostile: Wrong Allen. You and I will never be through. You see I walked away from this sport a few months ago because I just didn’t care anymore. I was just going through the motions here in REBEL Pro. And even then I was decimating every single person put in front of me. Emily Corlen, Justin Case, Jason Christopher, it didn’t matter who was put in this ring against me. Even while I was coasting, not one person on this roster could stand against me. And not one person could get me to care. So I walked away. I left this sport that once meant everything to me because nobody could light that fire in my soul anymore. Then what happens a couple months ago? I turn on REBEL Pro just to see and who do I discover has come back from retirement? I saw you in that ring and it was as if an on switch clicked in my very soul. I saw you and knew that I wasn’t done yet. But I needed more than to come and ask for a match. I needed to watch you suffer before me. I needed you to want, no, NEED to face me again. And here we are. You standing in that ring dying to get your hands on me one more time. Well you got it. But it will be on my terms. An “I Quit” match.

The crowd is uncommonly quiet as Taboo glares at Hostile. Hate filling his voice he answers the challenge.

Taboo: You’re on!

Hostile’s trademark sardonic grin creeps across his face as we cut to commercial.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Justin Case versus Virgil Keenan©*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest will be for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro Aggression CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger!

” Victory ” by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends.

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Jenny Jersey: And his opponent. He is the current REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…

REJOICE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

“Protest The Hero” hits as Virgil Keenan steps out, cocky and sly as ever.

Jenny Jersey: He is VIRGIL KEENAN!!!

Keenan runs to the ring and slides in, handing off the belt to the referee and slapping his knees.

DING DING DING

Justin Case and Virgil Keenan lock horns in the middle of the ring, Keenan putting “The Millennium Game” into a collar & elbow tie up. He adds pressure but Case spins himself around and out of it, throwing on a sleeper hold onto the Aggression Champion. Keenan begins wildly throwing elbows behind himself, straight into Justin’s gut. Justin finally lets go and Keenan grabs him by the neck and drops with a ¾ neck breaker, the crowd is as stunned as Case. Keenan goes for a quick cover!

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KICK OUT!

Linzi Martin: Keenan looking to end this early.

Larry Gordon: He’s trying to play it smart, he’s got a big match coming up at Hell o Ween after all.

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Justin Case throws Virgil Keenan off of himself and grabs hold of him by the legs, quickly locking in a figure four leg lock. The crowd seemingly all lean forward just off their seats, watching with baited breath as Keenan winces in pain and looks around for a way out. Case continues to apply pressure with the hold, and even though Keenan is near the ropes he knows in REBEL Pro, there are no rope breaks. Keenan grabs onto the ropes regardless and pulls himself up, it hurts but he quickly uses the ropes as leverage to flip himself over onto his stomach and suddenly reverse the figure four leg lock to his favour. Justin Case can’t believe it, he tries to reverse it back but Keenan is still holding onto the ropes and using them as leverage

to keep Justin from doing so.

Larry Gordon: Smart thinking from Keenan, he’s got the veteran Case right where he wants him I’d wager.

Linzi Martin: Between a rock and a hard place. Backfire!

The crowd begins to cheer Justin on to get free, but Keenan merely continues to apply pressure hoping to get a submission win here. Case still refuses to give up, and finally Virgil Keenan lets go of the ropes and gets himself free from Justin Case. Virgil to his feet but Case pushes himself up as Keenan is getting up, grabbing Keenan and DDTing him awkwardly into the canvas. Case rolls over Keenan, and covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Keenan violently kicks out, to the point he smashes Case across the face with an elbow as he does so. Keenan gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, sliding tackle into Case takes them both out of the ring and to the outside, where REBEL Pro loves to fight! Yeah! Case gets up first though, and springboards himself off the ring apron with an asai moonsault that crushes Virgil. Case up to his feet, grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside and smashes it over Virgil Keenan’s head. Glass shatters, beer spills everywhere and Keenan spears Justin Case into the steel steps. Case uses the steps to push himself up and sends out a super kick that puts Virgil spinning then onto his knees. Case picks up the top half of the steel steps and bashes them over the back of Virgil Keenan’s head, sending the Aggression Champion down totally.

Linzi Martin: Case taking control of this match now. Two Canadians with a lot of spirit tonight, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Definitely.

Case lifts Virgil up by the head and throws him into the ring. Virgil is groggy but he gets to his knees and as Case gets in Keenan uses Case to hoist himself up. Keenan shakes his head sarcastically as Case applies a collar and elbow tie up, Case with a wristlock now. Keenan flips himself onto the canvas, then back to his feet and takes Case down with a hammerlock DDT that reverberates the ring. Virgil flips him over and covers.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! CASE KICKS OUT!

It’s then everyone looks to the entrance ramp as Jaice Wilds appears, and he doesn’t look too happy. Case notices him and yells out at him to stay out of the way.

Larry Gordon: I wonder why he’s out here.

Linzi Martin: Isn’t it obvious?! He wants payback on Virgil for earlier tonight.

Larry Gordon: Or he wants to help Virgil win?

Keenan slowly backs away all suspicious like, as Case and Wilds continue to argue and Hugh Aredone gets in Jaice Wilds’ face as well.

Linzi Martin: Did you have a brain fart there, Larry?

Larry Gordon: No. If Justin wins, Jaice’s match with Virgil at Hell o Ween becomes non title. Cause there’d be no title.

Linzi Martin: You know… That makes sense.

Wilds shoves Hugh out of the way and hops up onto the ring apron but Case knocks him off. Wilds falls flat on the outside and Justin Case climbs up to the top rope. Virgil sees his opportunity and runs over to Case and grabs him, throws him onto his shoulders and BANG! BURNING HAMMER! Keenan covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Wilds grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Case is still down but Virgil is up and gets cracked over the head with the chair.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of this match and STILL Aggression Champion…

*****AFTERMATH*****

She can’t finish as Wilds just keeps wailing on Keenan with the chair. Case however is up and grabs Wilds from behind. JUST 2 TALENTED ON THE CHAIR! Case scoffs as he gets out of the ring, Virgil and Jaice laid out. But as Case looks up the ramp, there stands Bubba J who’s recovered from his own attack from earlier tonight.

Larry Gordon: Things are coming to a head…

Jaice is up and as is Virgil Keenan, and they stare each other down as Bubba points to Justin Case. Justin Case isn’t waiting as he rushes up the entrance ramp. Bubba J greets him with a stiff right, Case with a left elbow and the two begin an all out brawl. Jaice and Virgil watch but then they both rush each other, tackling each other to the canvas and they begin cracking each other in the face violently as Bubba J and Justin Case fight their way back to ringside.

Larry Gordon: There’s madness! The fans are on their feet and loving it!

Linzi Martin: It’s war!

Suddenly, “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top hits over the speakers and everyone stops their brawling to look at the entrance way. That’s when REBEL Pro’s General Manager Shawn West steps out, and receives a wonderful welcome in the form of boos. He brushes his cool silver hair back, winks and taps his microphone.

Shawn West: Children, children. Are we done now?

Bubba and Case look at each other. Keenan and Wilds look at each other. They’re all more in a state of pause than anything else.

Shawn West: Good. Because I’ve got a few things to say, and when I’m done you’re all more than welcome to go back to bashing each others faces in with blunt objects.

Linzi Martin: Well that’s fair.

Larry Gordon: He’s the boss.

Linzi Martin: But you’re the boss.

Larry Gordon: Oh I’m happy just having a good time here at ringside with you, Linzi.

West points first to Case and Bubba J.

Shawn West: You both have made it to the finals of the Mystery Tournament. A tournament with an end game that really nobody knows but yours truly. I saw it as a fitting way to start my General Managerial career with REBEL Pro. To do what could not be successfully done when new management first took over. That’s why? At Hell o Ween next week in Madison Square Garden? Not only will Justin Case and Bubba J be fighting for a cash prize of $100,000…

Bubba and Case’s eyes widen, the crowd goes nuts.

Larry Gordon: One hundred grand?! Damn.

Linzi Martin: Hah! Gotta love that Corey Lazarus money!

Shawn West: Like I said, not only will you two get the chance to earn some serious bank. But at Hell O Ween. Justin Case. Bubba J. Will be fighting for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP!

Fans: WHOA!!!!!!

Bubba J and Justin Case both got big smiles on their faces, until they see each other again. Then it’s big tough guy stare. Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds are still in the ring itself and they seem none to impressed.

Shawn West: Oh don’t worry Virgil. Jaice. I haven’t forgotten about you two. I mean. You two are already set to have what could be not only the biggest Aggression Championship match this year, but in the history of REBEL Pro. Your great battle to be settled in an IRON MAN match!

The crowd cheers this, Jaice plays along to them. Virgil taps his lovely Aggression title.

Shawn West: So they asked me, “Mr. West! How can you make this Aggression title match even bigger?!” and I thought the people asking me this were greedy and thoughtless pigs. But then tonight, following Jamie Flynn’s victory over Dallas Hooper.

Fans: HOOVER!

Shawn West: Sure, whatever. The fat guy.

The crowd boos West, and he looks a bit surprised.

Larry Gordon: I think even though he lost, Dallas Hoover got himself quite a few REBEL Pro fans.

Linzi Martin: But he’s gay. He should totally be hated in REBEL Pro.

Larry Gordon: Erm, well. No why would you think that?! Besides we’re in New York tonight.

Linzi Martin: Good point.

West taps his feet until the crowd stops booing him.

Shawn West: Point being. Sadly, Flynn was evaluated by our medical staff following his match. A change in how we do things I myself implemented, because believe it or not? I care about the talent in this company. And from what the doctors have told me, Jamie Flynn suffered an undisclosed injury during his victory over Dallas Hoover. And thus Jamie Flynn is no longer cleared to compete at Hell O Ween.

The crowd BOOS this, but Jaice and Virgil now start paying closer attention.

Shawn West: What this means is Johnny Maverick does not have an opponent from us to take his AoWF TV Title. So how can Jaice Wilds versus Virgil Keenan for the Aggression title in an Iron Man match get ANY bigger? Well. When you add Johnny Maverick and make it for the AoWF Television Championship as well…

The crowd EXPLODES, not literally, at this announcement. Virgil and Jaice are obviously in some shock as well.

Shawn West: That’s right. At Hell O Ween. It’ll be Jaice Wilds. Virgil Keenan. AND Johnny Maverick, for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship AND the AoWF Television Championship in an Iron Man match. Good luck gentlemen. Now, back to bashing each others face.

West drops his microphone, adjusts his suit and exits stage left. Bubba and Case look to each other, as do Jaice and Virgil and JUST as they rush each other we’ve sadly… RUN OUT OF TIME! SEE YOU AT HELL O WEEN!?

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Bobby Lee & Jeremy Gold defeat each other, and thus become Co-Champions! Madness!
Jimmy Henderson and Jaice Wilds doesn’t happen. Rejoice Motherfuckers.
Jamie Flynn defeats Dallas Hoover, but at what cost?
Virgil Keenan retains against Justin Case, after some Wild shenanigans!

We come back from commercial as the ” Case Filed Rocket’s ” stand center stage inside the REBEL PRO ring. The fans proceed to boo as the men have already made their ” talented ” entrance. The CFR’s are accompanied by their Manager Hugh ” The Wiz ” Aredone. Standing in a small triangle shape, ” Wreckless ” Rocky Logan and Hugh Aredone stand in the background.

Case steps out into the spotlight and the crowd dies down.

He brings the mic in his hand to his lips

JC: Thank you for that lovely welcome. Yours truly can always count on my trillions of adoring fans. Now then, I stand here as a man with something very talented to say. What do I have to say, you ask? Good question. Well, in due time all will know my intentions to be perfectly clear as also in time my plans will be followed through with. Until then, you all are on the old ” need to know ” basis.

Never the less, I do have something to address. You see, now that yours truly has cut off the head of Hardcore Entertainment, it is now time to finish the job and go straight for the heart. What am I talking about, you ask? Well, for starters you all are seemingly very nosey people. And secondly, since I know you all are craving to know what lingers within my talented mind, I will explain myself.

You see, as you all may know by now, unless you have been living under a rock. Maybe you all have been doing just that. I never liked the state of New York. You all are so weird here. Anyways, back to my point, what was I saying?

” The Millennium Game ” looks back to his crew as they shrug. Case turns back facing the camera. Suddenly it hits him.

JC: Ah yes, why is yours truly taking up air time on a REBEL PRO televised show? The answer? simple really. You see, since there is this certain ” Mystery Tournament ” going on here in REBEL PRO, if everything goes as planned and things fall in place as they should, it could very well be yours truly facing Bubba Gay in the semi finals to this mysterious tournament. And that brings us back to the statement I made eariler, in which what now needs to be done. A strike right through the heart of Hardcore Entertainment. You see, I want revenge. Logan wants revenge. We all want revenge. If Bubba Gay feels the need to fry my testicals, he must pay and feel the pain he put me through! And as you saw last week, the Case Filed Rockets got pay back on Vincent Black for destroying our limo and in doing so almost killed the limo driver, our manager Hugh, right here. And although our feud is far from over, for now, we got our just due on Vincent Black. Thus cutting off the head of Hardcore Entertainment.

But now? Now it is time to go straight to the heart of Hardcore Entertainment. Thats the only way to kill the beast that is Black and Bubba. Sounds like a licorish bubble gum flavor. Anyways, thats how they do it in all the cool vampire movies, so it must be done! And in doing so yours truly will destroy Bubba Gay, and everything he stands for! But I do know the obvious, this encounter may not happen. That is if Bubba Gay loses his match in the Mystery Tournament, I would then not get the pleasure of facing him.

So Bubba, Im looking at you right now, fella! Listen and listen good! All yours truly will say is that dont be surprised if you get some much needed help in your match versus Jimmy Henderson. Only because ” The Plan ” must happen! Bubba, it is in our destiny to face each other again! By any means neccessary! When and where, we do not know. Or wait. Only I will know……

” TMG ” drops the mic to a sadistic laugh as CFR’s theme music hits up and out of the ring walk the three men onto the rampway and into the backstage area,

The fans boo.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Virgil drops down to one knee, lifts Chad Kurtis up on his shoulder and drops… no wait, Chad Kurtis spins around with a DDT sending Virgil down to the ground. Chad pulls Virgil back up, the current Aggression World Champion with a uppercut to Chad’s face backs the Rebel Pro star up from him, Virgil with a chop sends Chad back into the corner. Virgil grabs a wrist and sends Chad into the other corner, Virgil charges right after. Chad scales the turnbuckles, back flipping over Virgil, dropkick sends Virgil face first into the corner. Virgil’s head bounces off of the padding and he turns into a leg lariat that nearly decapitates him in the corner.

Linzi Martin: Chad showing no real singles rust.

Larry Gordon: And doubtful that you will.

Chad goes over the top rope, but manages to catch himself by holding onto the top rope, Virgil catches him with a forearm, a right, and a front facelock. Virgil lifts him up… and… over the top rope, but Chad manages to land on his feet, in prime position for a reverse DDT, but Virgil places his feet on the ropes and shoves himself backwards catching Chad Kurtis off-guard. Both men go down to the canvas, but Virgil is up a bit quicker and pulling Chad Kurtis back up to his feet, knee to his ribs sends him into the corner. Virgil with a shoulder block and he lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle for a top rope superplex, Virgil is in position. Chad throws a right, Virgil throws a right of his own, Chad with another and Virgil retaliates with one of his own. Chad shoves Virgil backwards, but he manages to grab Chad’s wrist and both men fly off the top turnbuckle to crash and burn in the center of the ring.

Linzi Martin: Crash… and burn.

Larry Gordon: What action from these two men here in this match.

Virgil pulls himself up by sheer will and drops an elbow across Chad’s sternum, but knows he can’t make the cover just yet, he knows it will take something big. Virgil climbs up to the top turnbuckle and perches there, waiting. He doesn’t have to wait long as Chad gets himself to a vertical position and turns to find Virgil leaping from the top turnbuckle with a flying cross body, Chad with a standing dropkick sends Virgil down to the canvas, Chad climbs up to the top turnbuckle, going for his BME, he leaps, but Virgil lifts double knees into Chad’s gut and The Show isn’t feeling too good right now. Virgil rolls over and up to his feet, bringing Chad with him, forearm to his face and he plants his face into the top turnbuckle. Virgil hooks him in a front facelock, grabs the tights, and lifts him up, planting him with a suplex into a bridging pin.

One… Two… Thr–Chad able to kick out of the pin and the fans are loving these two men go at it here in this contest. Virgil rolls up to his feet, followed quickly by Chad Kurtis, they charge at each other, Chad ducks under the clothesline attempt, wrapping both arms around Virgil’s waist. German suplex into a bridging pin attempt.

One… Two… Thr– Virgil able to kick out and roll over to his feet as Chad Kurtis gets back up to his. Another charge, Virgil leaps over the bent over Chad Kurtis, he hits the ropes, springboard back fist into Chad’s face takes him down to one knee. Virgil pulls Chad back up,locks his head in and turns with a swinging neckbreaker down to the mat. Virgil rolls over again and hits the ropes, leg drop to Chad and he hooks the leg.

One… Two… Thr–Chad able to roll his shoulder up.

Larry Gordon: These two men do not know the word quit.

Linzi Martin: Wish they did.

Virgil leans over Chad, pulling him up to his feet, Dragon Screw leg whip sends Virgil back down to the canvas. Chad hits the ropes, jumps over the downed Virgil, to spring back with a 450 degrees splash onto Virgil, he hooks the leg.

One… Two… Thr–Virgil able to kick out just in time and keep this fast paced match going. Chad pulls the former World Champ up to his feet, throwing him into the ropes, but Virgil reverses the whip and Chad is sent into the ropes. Virgil follows quickly on his heels and clotheslines Chad over the top rope to the floor. Virgil hits the ropes, grabs the top rope, and launches himself over the top rope with a suicide plancha onto the rising Chad Kurtis; both men go down to the floor.

Linzi Martin: Now, this is getting interesting.

Larry Gordon: I doubt either of these men will use weapons out here.

Linzi Martin: It is what Chad Kurtis is known for.

Larry Gordon: How many weapons has he used here in this match?

Linzi Martin: …

Virgil uses the announce table to pull himself up as Chad uses the ring apron, Virgil rushes over with a lifted knee, but Chad Kurtis catches the knee and a sit-out spinebuster sends Virgil’s back slamming hard onto the floor. Chad gets up and rolls Virgil back into the ring as the refereewatches the action and he follows up to the apron. Chad looks out at the crowd, looks down on Virgil, and springs to the top rope, he holds the top rope and both legs are spread, balancing himself. Hejumps forward while flipping backwards landing squarely on Virgil, but he is in the ropes and can’t make a proper pin. Chad gets up to pull Virgil out from the ropes and Virgil trips him by pulling his ankle out from under him. Chad sits heavily on the canvas, Virgil with a quick clothesline sends him flat on his back.

Larry Gordon: Sneaky, but effective, move there.

Linzi Martin: Virgil isn’t Aggression Champion for nothing.

He pulls Chad back up to his feet and gets the Rebel Pro Icon on his shoulders.

Larry Gordon: Burning Hammer!

Linzi Martin: Such a devastatingly hot move.

Virgil hooks the leg and makes the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match…. Virgil Keenan!

“Dog Eat Dog”

The lights in the arena dim and the big screen comes to life with silent jump cuts of Finale hitting various moves on AOWF wrestlers. Anticipation among the masses builds, because they are stoked to have someone to throw their garbage at. In fact, most of them have been saving it for this moment.

The scene then cuts to a black screen and the arena goes pitch dark. Little flashes go off all over the place and the epileptics in the audience are losing their shit. The big screen reads ‘Finale’ in winter white script and is followed by “Whatever Happened To My Rock and Roll?” by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cuing up. Their is decent build up and when the song really kicks in, pyro explodes coming from each end of the stage. In sequence the light explodes until they converge right in front of the curtain and shoot up a fountain of impressive red sparks.

You want a part of me / You want the whole thing / You want to feel something more than I could ever bring / You want it badly / You want it tangled / I want to feel something more than I was strangled…

The signature ‘F’ logo zooms in on the screen and Finale appears on the stage. The man they call Super Shredder walks down the ramp, looking out into the crowd. He stops and glances around the arena before laughing and spitting in front of the nearest fans. He nearly takes a flying cup of beer to the head but effortlessly dodges it, maintaining a smug grin. He makes his way to the ring and enters, sliding in under the bottom rope. He then runs to a turnbuckle and stands with one knee up. He leans on said knee and looks around, then towards the ramp. He then obnoxiously mugs for the camera and hops down before claiming a microphone.

Finale: So as many of you saw last week on Aggression. I came out here and politely challenged ‘Mad Dogg’ Gabe Shelley to an Ultimate Tables Match right here this week. Unfortunately, MD wants to wait until Hell-o-Ween, live on pay-per-view.

The crowd erupts.

Finale: Or does he? I mean is the cute little puppy scared of the Big Bad Butcher? Apparently, because I’m out here right now and Shelley is nowhere to be seen. You see I challenged him last week because quite simply, we have unfinished business. There is a lot of that in professional wrestling but this little ‘feud’ is very personal. Mad Dogg and I have been on a collision course for a very long time. We were supposed to square off after BWF’s WrestleFest but unfortunately Shelley lost to Super Gash Emily Corlen and then ‘retired’.

The crowd pops for Corlen but boo’s Finale’s comment about her.

Finale: Well we both work for the same company again Mad Dogg. I’ve laid down the challenge and all of these people expect you to answer it. Are you really going to let down the Dogg Pound? All of these miserable mouth breathers that buy your merchandise and support your bullshit, they want to see you try and kick my teeth down my throat. They want to see the rabid Gabe Shelley of old, not the whiney part-timer that you’ve let yourself become. I want an answer Gabe and I want it tonight.

Finale then crosses his arms and collects a steel chair from the time keeper. He places it in the center of the ring and then sits. The crowd buzzes for a few moments when “In Fate’s Hands” by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus cues up. The audience goes absolutely insane but quickly their cheers die out when Shelley is nowhere to be found. Finale stands and arms himself with the steel chair. After Shelley doesn’t materialize, the Buffalo Butcher raises an eyebrow.

Finale: Heh. I guess the-

Super Shredder is cut off by a giant pop from the Rebel Pro fans. Gabe Shelley has appeared in the ring behind Finale, wielding a Singapore cane. Finale seems to have realized this, slowly turning around. When he sees Shelley, he goes to hit him in the mid-section with the steel chair but Shelley strikes first with the cane. Finale staggers back and then makes another attempt with the chair but Shelley cracks him right in the chest. Finale drops the chair and holds his chest with a ‘that fucking stung’ look on his face. Shelley then goes for the reVolt but Finale evades it and rolls out of the ring. He waves Shelley off and walks up the ramp.

Linzi Martin: Who does Shelley think he is, attacking Super Shredder like that?

Larry Gordon: Finale did the exact same thing last week and now he’s running away.

Linzi Martin: He’s not even a contracted wrestler! He doesn’t need this bullshit.

Larry Gordon: marVel isn’t done!

As Finale walks up the ramp with his back to the ring, Shelley exits and charges after him! Finale hears the pop from the crowd and turns just in time to take another Singapore cane shot from Shelley. Finale tries to retreat up the ramp but Shelley is on him, wearing him out with Singapore cane shots. Shelley then charges and hits Finale so hard over the head with his cane that it snaps! Finale collapses on the ramp and marVel doesn’t look like he’s finished. He gets Finale up and tries to toss him off of the stage but Finale hits him with a shot to the stomach. He then lays on the ramp for a moment, his forehead busted open. Finale then gets up and tries to leave but Shelley kips up! He takes hold of Finale and boots him in the mid-section. He looks around to the crowd and they roar in approval.

Larry Gordon: What is Shelley thinking here?

Linzi Martin: Nothing good!

marVel lifts Finale up, takes a few steps and flies off the stage with the Jersey Bomb! Finale comes crashing down off of the stage through two tables! The audience is speechless as both Shelley and Finale lay in the rubble. Shelley slowly gets to his feet and plays to the crowd as EMT’s and road agents check on Super Shredder.

Larry Gordon: I think he accepts.

Linzi Martin: This was a horrible idea. Shelley is going to get destroyed at Hell-O-Ween!

Larry Gordon: Well he’s standing tall tonight. We’ll be right back!

Cut.

Ding Ding

Mikey doesn’t waste iny time, he heads right at Jamie with his fists flying as though he is a mad man, and given hi history he very well may be. Jamie ducks aside easily enough, delivering a kick to the back of Mikey’s skull sending him into the corner. Mikey turns around, coming back at Jamie with utter abandon again, but as Jamie goes to avoid the onslaught, Mikey catches him with a bearhug and tosses him bodily to the corner. Mikey comes rushing in with a full on body splash, crushing Jamie in the corner. Jamie falls out into a bulldog fro m Mikey who delivers it perfectly to the canvas. Mikey doesn’t try to do anything other than just beating Jmie to a bloody pulp.

Larry Gordon: Is Mikey yelling out Lisa Seldon’s name?

Linzi Martin: Grunting it is more like it.

Mikey picks Flynn up, whipping him into the ropes, but Jamie rebounds with a springboard back flip over Mikey and a dropkick sends him out of the ring and to the concrete floor. Jamie doesn’t waste any time himself as he launches himself over the top rope with a suicide devil’s plancha that sends Mikey rolling into the railing. Mikey is still growling and snarling, but less so now that he has just taken the brunt of that high risk move.

Larry Gordon: High risk can either pay huge dividends or cause you to lose the match early.

Linzi Martin: That one works in Jamie’s favor.

Jamie pulls Mikey up, pounding Mikey’s face into the railing before tossing him back into the ring, well he actually rolls Mikey into the ring, but you get the idea. Jamie kips up to the apron and then begins a climb to the top turnbuckle. Jamie leaps off, onto Mikey’s shoulders, but Mikey spins around, delivering a spine shaking sitout powerbomb center ring. Mikey, once again, doesn’t try to make a cover and instead chooses to ground and pound his opponent that he swears is Lisa Seldon.

Linzi Martin: He can’t tell it, or doesn’t want to, but I honestly think he thinks that is Lisa Seldon.

Larry Gordon: We all know that Mikey has a history of mental issues.

Mikey pulls Jamie off the canvas before placing him in position for a Mick Foley stump pulling piledriver, that he completes center ring. Mikey growls down to JamieLisa saying something about finishing him off once and for all. Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with the frogsplash.

Larry Gordon: That… is going to hurt his ribs in the morning.

Jamie’s able to get his knees up just in time, Mikey spitting up a small amount of blood from his mouth upon impact. Mikey rolls off, but Jamie is pushing back up to his feet. Jamie with a knee to the side of Mikey’s face, left knee, right knee, left knee, right knee, and finishing it off with a roundhouse kick right to his temple has Mikey on his back, in the very center of the ring.

Linzi Martin: What a vicious stunning knee combo there.

Jamie, panting heavily now, lifts Mikey ‘s head before smashing his foot down on his ugly mug of a face and breaking his nose. Jamie climbs to the top turnbuckle and Mikey is getting back to his feet, his back to Jamie.

Larry Gordon: Jamie is going to put Mikey out of his misery early here in this match.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think Mikey is in his right mind anyways.

Mikey looks around for Lisa, but seeing as she isnot even involved with this match, she isn’t around. Mikey turns around, Jamie flies.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha! Connects!

Jamie covers.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match, Jamie Flynn!

Jamie rolls out of the ring, leaving Mikey laying there for a moment. As Jamie steps through the curtain, Mikey rolls up to his knees, then his feet staring at the backstage curtain. The crowd begins a chant that is obviously getting to Mikey.

“You! Got! Pinned! You! Got! Pinned!”

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Mikey is liking this.

Linzi Martin: And I don’t think the crowd really gives a damn, its egging them on.

Mikey is spinning around in the ring shouting as Bubba J steps from the back. He looks around, smiling as he points to Mikey, who has turned to face him.

Bubba J: I kinda like what they are saying Mikey, its true after all.

The crowd continues their chant

Bubba J: But chin up man, your revolution to your version of Rebel Pro Utopia… well can’t start this week seeing as you… what did he do crowd?

He waits as the crowd repeats what they’ve been saying.

Bubba J: That’s right, got pinned. Now Mikey, just watch a real competitor do what he does best and I’ll show you how to win a match…

J laughs as he stands there. Mikey stands facing the aisle way where Bubba J is still standing, Mikey glares at him. Bubba J gives him a thumbs up and he looks perplexed then angered
as the thumbs up turns to a double bird. Bubba has a smile on his face as he steals a beer from a fan. He slams the cold one back, almost finishing it
before he reaches the curtain. Before he can make his way backstage, he is met with a hard right as the crowd cheers. Henderson steps out to the stage and
hits Bubba with a second right, forcing him to drop his beer. Henderson slams Bubba face first in to the entrance wall before forcing Bubba over the guardrail
and in to the crowd. He follows Bubba, but is met with a kick to the gut. Bubba pushes a fan out of her seat and slams Henderson face first in to it! Henderson
stumbles as Bubba unleashes a vicious right…and a second!

Larry Gordon: What the hell, lets just throw the format sheet away shall we?

Linzi Martin: I do believe that is what they are doing… Larry, want to know what I’m doing?

Larry Gordon: Doubtless I know and so do the teenagers watching at home.

Linzi Martin: Its not like they don’t have the Discovery Channel, you know.

Larry Gordon: But that may be something that we really don’t need to be discovered yet.

This match hasn’t officially begun, but the two men are fighting now. Bubba pulls Henderson to the guardrail, attempting to slam him face first in to it…but Henderson holds the rail, not letting it happen. He delivers an elbow
to the gut and slams Bubba face first in to the guardrail instead! Bubba turns around as Henderson goes for a throat smash on the railing! But Bubba ducks it and nails Jimmy
with a clubbing blow to the back! Bubba spins Henderson around, kick to the gut…Trailor Park Trash…NO! Henderson sees it coming and forces Bubba off of
him! Bubba recovers with a right, but Henderson ducks it! Bubba turns around, and he’s booted in the gut! Double underhook position…looking for a cradle piledriver but Bubba telegraphs and hits Henderson with a back body drop!

Linzi Martin: Am I supposed to be calling this? Is this a damn match or what?

Larry Gordon: Get a referee out here!

Linzi Martin: So it is a legitimate match?

Both men nearly hit their finishers, Jimmy Johnson is coming out here and
is in the ring.

Larry Gordon: It is now.

Bubba grabs a beer bottle from a fan as Henderson uses the guardrail to return to his feet. Bubba swings the bottle at Henderson, but Henderson moves out of the
way and the bottle breaks over the guardrail! Henderson tackles Bubba to the ground! Hard left…hard right…hard left…hard right! Henderson unleashes a
variety of hard shots to Bubba’s head! Henderson lifts Bubba’s head as he cocks his fist back, ready to strike…but Bubba with a quick poke to the eye!
Bubba grabs Henderson by the head…vicious headbutt! He tosses Henderson hard to the floor and gets on top of him. Bubba with another headbutt…and another…and
another! He grabs the broken bottle and scrapes it across Jimmy’s forehead, grinding it in to his face!

Larry Gordon: This match.. uh, brawl, is getting ultra violent. But what did you expect?

Linzi Martin: I didn’t expect to feel so hot and bothered for one thing, is the air conditioner on?

Blood trickles out from the wounds as Bubba smiles. Bubba tosses the bottle to the side and stands. He taunts the crowd before stepping back over the guardrail as Henderson gets up. Henderson makes his

way to the guardrail, and Bubba instantly comes at him with a right…but Henderson blocks it! Jimmy with a right of his own, and Bubba is staggered! He grabs Bubba with a front facelock…front suplex, midsection first across the guardrail! Bubba falls
back in to the crowd, holding at his still injured ribs, as Henderson looks around at the cheering crowd. Henderson hesitates as he approaches a fan. He grabs the fan by the pants, pulling off
the belt. Henderson raises the belt in the air for the crowd to see…and they go ecstatic wanting him to use it on Bubba!

Larry Gordon: Maybe if Bubba’s daddy would have used that on him when he was little, he wouldn’t be such a hellion now… just a thought!

Linzi Martin: Oh I don’t know, I find it kind of sexy and very kinky.

Bubba tries to get back up as he takes a breather on all fours…THWACK! Henderson with a hard crack from the belt across Bubba’s back! THWACK! A second crack!
Bubba squirms in pain as Henderson draws in from the crowd. Bubba uses the guardrail to pull himself to a sitting position, but Henderson presses his boot
against Bubba’s throat…choking the life out of him! Henderson finally releases as Bubba holds his throat. He coughs as he leans his head back…CRACK!
Right on the injured half-ear! And Bubba is in instant pain as he holds the injured half-ear!

Larry Gordon: Smart of Henderson to go after Bubba J’s obvious injuries.

Henderson drops the belt and picks Bubba up. He throws Bubba over the guardrail and follows after him. Henderson lifts Bubba back to his feet and smashes him
face first in to the ring post before rolling him in to the ring! Henderson climbs up to the apron and enters the ring as Jimmy Johnson calls for the opening
bell, but Henderson is met with a boot to the gut from Bubba! Bubba tackles him to the mat and applies a side headlock, pounding away at his face! Bubba releases the side headlock and gets to his feet. He stomps at Jimmy’s left shoulder. Now his head…right shoulder…abdomen…right knee…right
ankle…and a hard stomp to the chest!

Larry Gordon: Finally we get a bell, this match has been going for about 10 minutes already!

Linzi Martin: I know, I can’t believe I’ve been going that long either.

Bubba brings Henderson back to his feet and sends him hard to the corner. Bubba follows in for a clothesline, but Henderson moves out of the way! Bubba hits
chest first hard in to the corner and turns around to eat a hard right from Henderson. Henderson has Bubba in the corner and continues with a series of body
and head shots! He pulls Bubba out of the corner…European uppercut, and Bubba falls to the mat. Henderson leaps in to the air…knee drop to the forehead…and
he makes the quick cover!

ONE!

NO!

Bubba kicks out!

Larry Gordon: Bubba is still one half of the Tag Team Champions, but Jimmy is bringing his damn best here tonight to show
that he could be in line for a singles shot.

Henderson brings Bubba back to his feet and plants a forearm to the face. He whips Bubba to the corner…and Bubba reverses. Bubba with a hard boot to the
gut, and he follows with a series of knees to the gut in the corner! Henderson falls to a sitting position, and Bubba continues with stomp after stomp to
the head! He lifts Henderson out of the corner…inverted atomic drop. Bubba hits the far ropes…massive lariat, nearly decapitating Henderson! Bubba lifts
Henderson to a sitting position, places his knee in to the center of Jimmy’s back, and applies a rear chinlock.

Linzi Martin: Don’t stop the violence now with a technical move Bubba J! I’m nearly there!

Larry Gordon: Is this what the announcing has come to, screaming out masterbation orgasms?

Linzi Martin: Pretty much.

Larry Gordon: No wonder our male viewers tune in on such a repeat basis.

Henderson struggles to free himself of the hold as Johnson checks on him. Henderson slowly makes his way to one knee…and back to a standing position. Bubba
floats over in to a side headlock, but is met with a back elbow to the gut. Henderson with a second…and a third! Bubba releases the hold. He comes at Jimmy for another lariat, but Henderson ducks. Henderson grabs Bubba by the shoulder to spin him around…spike DDT! Henderson looks at the cheering crowd before bringing
Bubba back to his feet. Left hook to the body, right hook to the body, left knee to the skull, another hook, another knee…the flood gates of pain have opened up! And Henderson quickly
positions Bubba for his finisher! He has one arm hooked, reaching for the second…but Bubba spins out! Bubba grabs Henderson for the Trailor Park Trash…but
Henderson pushes off! Bubba turns around…superkick…but he catches the foot! He pulls Henderson in to him…bone crushing spinebuster!

Larry Gordon: That had to hurt, how much more can these men take?

Linzi Martin: Mmmmmm…. mmmmmm….. ummmmmm….

Bubba crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up. He makes his way to the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He waits as Jimmy begins to get back up…double axe handle to the back of the neck! He picks Henderson up and sends him in to the ropes…haymaker right to knock Jimmy down! Bubba falls on him for the cover, hooking the leg and pressing with his forearm across the face!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Henderson kicks out!

Larry Gordon: It was almost over like that. One shot! But you might have to kill Jimmy to beat him tonight.

Linzi Martin: Yeeeeeeeeeessssss!

Larry Gordon: That… was… very… loud.

Linzi Martin(panting): What did I miss?

Bubba lifts Henderson to a sitting position. He hits the ropes and returns with a hard shoulder to Jimmy’s spine! Henderson falls to the mat in pain as Bubba
drops the knee across the chest. He lifts Henderson to a sitting position again. Again, Bubba hits the ropes and returns with a shoulder to the spine! Bubba
lifts Henderson to a sitting position one more time, but instead just kicks Henderson in the face to send him back to the mat! Bubba makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Henderson gets his shoulder up! Bubba picks Henderson up and sends him to the corner. He comes at Bubba with a full head of steam…devastating lariat! He pulls
Henderson out of the corner, clutching his skull with the left hand. He pulls back the right for a haymaker…but Henderson pushes off…spinning roundhouse kick! Henderson connects with Bubba’s jaw, and the impact sends Bubba to the outside through the ropes! Henderson falls to the mat trying to catch his breath as Bubba lays
lifeless on the outside!

Larry Gordon: The crowd is going crazy! This match is exactly what we expected and more. If these men aren’t hurting tomorrow, it’s cause they’re dead!

Linzi Martin: I know, I’m all really sensitive like, ya know what I mean?

Henderson finally pulls himself back to his feet and approaches the ropes. WHACK! Bubba with a garbage can lid to his skull as Henderson was stepping out to the apron! Bubba slides in with the lid…smile on his face. He walks to the corner and wedges the lid between the ropes. Bubba picks Henderson up
and brings him to the corner. He smashes Jimmy’s face in to the lid…and a second time! Henderson falls to the mat. Bubba reaches to pick Henderson up, but Henderson pulls Bubba, forcing him head first in to the lid! Henderson returns to his feet as Bubba stumbles, turning from the corner…lariat by Jimmy, and Bubba falls back in to the corner!

Linzi Martin: It’s a shame either man has to lose this match.

Larry Gordon: But they do, but how will it end?!

Henderson backs off. He comes at Bubba again…a second lariat…this time followed by a running bulldog! Bubba flips on to his back, squirming in pain as
the crowd goes ecstatic. Henderson makes his way to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle…a big time cross body, with a trashcan lid assistance! Henderson gets back up, holding the lid in his hand as he waits for Bubba to return to his feet. Bubba is up…boot to the gut! He’s positioned, but quickly pushes Henderson off. Henderson comes
at Bubba for a clothesline…but Bubba with a powerslam counter, and he has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Henderson gets the shoulder up at the last second!

Larry Gordon: Bubba doesn’t want to lose, Henderson doesn’t want to lose, and yet neither man has any quit!

Linzi Martin: I know, its getting to me again.

Bubba appears frustrated as he checks with Johnson to make sure it wasn’t a three. He rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the timekeeper’s table. Bubba grabs the ring bell and slides back in to the ring. He waits like a viper for Henderson to get back to his feet. Bubba comes at Henderson…but he ducks under the bell! Bubba turns back to Henderson and is met with a hard forearm to the head…and a second…and a third, causing Bubba to drop the bell!
Henderson backs Bubba up to the ropes and whips him, but Bubba reverses. Bubba leans over for a back body drop, but instead is met with a stiff kick to the jaw! Bubba stumbles back for a second before stumbling towards Jimmy Henderson…drop toe hold, face first on to the bell! And Bubba is busted wide open! Kryenik
picks up the ring bell and stands over Bubba. Bubba slowly gets to all fours…CRACK! Henderson with the ring bell right to the back of Bubba’s head! And Bubba falls back to the mat!

Larry Gordon: Bubba’s head looks like road kill right now.

Linzi Martin: Very fresh road kill.

Henderson smiles as he drops the bell. He sits on Bubba’s back…grabs both arms…straight jacket submission! Johnson instantly checks on Bubba who is also bleeding
from the mouth. Bubba refuses to give up as he coughs out some blood. Henderson yanks back, applying more pressure as Bubba struggles to break Henderson’s grip. Bubba is unable to break the grip, but he makes it to all fours. Bubba slowly makes his way back to his feet as Henderson still holds the arms! Bubba
tries pulling himself to the corner, but Henderson pulls him back near the center of the ring! Bubba leans forward to lift Henderson in the air…and he falls
back, driving all of the air out of Henderson’s body, forcing Henderson to release the hold!

Linzi Martin: If Bubba didn’t counter that, it would be over!

Larry Gordon: A very big important point in the match there.

Bubba slowly returns to his feet. He picks up Henderson and sends him hard to the corner. Bubba with a shoulder block to the gut…and another. Bubba drives
his shoulder repetitively in to Henderson’s gut, taking the air out of him! He taunts the crowd as Henderson slumps to a sitting position in the corner. Bubba
rushes at Jimmy…knee to the face! He drags Henderson by the feet to the center of the ring and hits the far ropes…elbow drop! Bubba makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Henderson gets his shoulder up! Bubba brings Henderson to a sitting position and hits the ropes…shoulder to the spine again! He places his knee in to the center of his back again, and again applies a rear chinlock. Johnson checks on Henderson, but Henderson won’t give up as he struggles to get to his
feet. He slowly does and plants a perfect elbow to the gut! Bubba floats to a side headlock and applies more pressure. Henderson tries to push him off, but Bubba won’t let go! Henderson with an elbow to the gut…and a second…and Bubba finally lets go! Henderson whips Bubba in to the far ropes, but Bubba reverses
it! Bubba grabs Henderson off the rebound for a spinebuster, but Henderson struggles in mid-air, and lands on his feet with Bubba in a powerbomb position!

Larry Gordon: This might be it!

Henderson hooks one arm, and he’s reaching for the second, but Bubba spins out…TRAILER PARK TRASH! Henderson is out, but Bubba doesn’t make the cover, he simply falls on Jimmy for a pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… The Ragin’ Redneck… Bubba J!

Larry Gordon: What a hellacious match from these two men here tonight.

Linzi Martin: Both gave it their best, and Jimmy Henderson nearly pulled out a victory.

Larry Gordon: He should be proud in that fact.

Linzi Martin: Falling just short of one of this company’s champions, yeah he should be.

Larry Gordon: For Linzi Martin, Jenny Jersey, and the rest of Rebel Pro… I’m Larry Gordon and tune in next week as we are going to be finalizing the Hell O Ween card. So long and good night!

***Quick Results***
Justin Case runs his mouth.

Virgil Keenan defeats Chad Kurtis
Finale and Gabe Shelley brawl, Gabe on the upperhand the Mad Dogg that he is.

Jamie Flynn defeats Mikey Massacre who appears to be fighting JamieLisa instead.

Bubba J pokes fun at Mikey’s loss.

Bubba J defeats Jimmy Henderson in a brawl around ringside.

*****We’re Starting To Miss Simon*****

Shawn West: That’s right. I’ve changed the game itself.

As we fade in to the show, the new General Manager of REBEL Pro, Shawn West, kicks his feet up onto his desk and nods in Jeremy Gold’s direction. Gold has a bulletproof vest on and he’s holding a green translucent gun… Which is a water gun, in case you didn’t realize. He has a chair in front of the door, and Rupert the Kangaroo is also wearing a security uniform much to your lulz.

Jeremy Gold: You’re gonna get us all killed.

Shawn West: You need to lighten up.

Jeremy Gold: Next thing you’re going to say Lisa doesn’t show up enough.

West pauses mid sip into his whiskey.

Shawn West: You know, you might be onto something there.

Gold shudders at the thought of Lisa’s foot breaking his face again.

Jeremy Gold: You can’t be serious.

West sips his whiskey and winks as we fade.

*****Sit Down With Dink*****

We cut to an unknown backstage area that is draped in black velvet and made to look like a very elegant interview setting. There are large lamps book ending two leather chairs and a black granite coffee table. On the coffee table there are two mugs. The camera pans out as Marvin Humperdink takes a seat with a black dossier in his hand. He sits and then presses play on a near by boom box.

‘SuperBass’ by Nicki Minaj cues up and Humperdink looks startled. He looks off camera, apparently receiving directions.

???
Track two idiot!

Humperdink presses the skip track button and ‘Whatever Happened to my Rock ‘N Roll?’ by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cues up. Finale walks onto the scene wearing black Doc Martins, ripped blue jeans and an Obey t-shirt. He is shooting a Roman candle all over the place, even shooting at Humperdink. He then discards it and sits down as Humperdink fades his music out.

Marvin Humperdink
Hello ladies and gentlemen. I am Rebel Pro Correspondent-

Finale
Uh…Junior Correspondent.

Marvin Humperdink
Yes, Jr. Correspondent Marvin Humperdink and I am joined by AOWF Free Agent, Super Shredder himself…Finale. Thanks for joining me.

Finale snarls.

Finale
You should be happier! This interview is going to make your career Dink. Just like I told you last week, they might even put you on the payroll after this.

Marvin Humperdink
Well I want to finish school fi-

Finale makes an irritating buzzer sound.

Finale
No one cares Dink. Let’s talk about me.

Humperdink hastily looks through his dossier.

Marvin Humperdink.
Of course. Um…well I guess we’ll start with what exactly you’re doing. You are floating from promotion to promotion but have yet to sign a real contract. The people want to know; where is this StabFest ’11 going?

Finale smirks and takes a sip from his mug.

Finale
I’m glad you asked that Dink. What is the endgame of StabFest ’11? Well I could lie and tell you some concise, reasonable answer but the fact of the matter is that I’m not sure exactly Dink. It all depends on how tonight goes…

He raises an eyebrow to the camera suggestively and turns back to Dink.

Marvin Humperdink
And what exactly is going to happen tonight Mr. Shredder?

The Free Agent laughs.

Finale
Oh tonight is when everything comes full circle for me. If everything goes as planned, after the show has ended tonight, I will be a short time away from redeeming myself.

Marvin Humperdink
To be honest Mr. Shredder, I don’t think you can win back the AOWF fans in just one night. It will take a lot to redeem your actions as of late in their eyes.

Finale lets out a large ‘Ha!’ before lighting a cigarette. He blows the smoke directly in Dink’s face, causing him to erupt in a coughing fit.

Finale
I don’t want to win these fans over. They can all lick my sack because I am in the AOWF to redeem my win loss record and nothing else. I stand by my comments, I stand by my actions and I stand by my talent. Love me or hate me, the mouth breathers fuel me and I don’t care what kind of reaction I get. As long as there is one.

The crowd boos on command but Finale can’t hear it, he’s backstage. Duh.

Marvin Humperdink
So what happens next? Where does Finale land?

Super Shredder stares at the journalist we a menacing expression, he’s not impressed.

Finale
You know what Dink? There is a reason that you aren’t a real reporter yet. I give you a week to prepare and you’re shaking like a leaf. You could ask me about Emily Corlen’s miraculous title win or how I’m about to face the Victory Wrestling World Champion later this week but no. You ask me where I’m going to sign and I tell you Dink; just watch. I’m going to give you another chance at this interview thing next week, after you see what I do tonight and you had better have some better questions.

Marvin Humperdink
…or what?

Finale
Or this happens again but about twenty times worse…

Finale then smashes the mug over Dink’s head out of nowhere, sending the liquid contents all over the set. He then gets the kid up and sets him up for the Stripper’s Real Name. Finale looks right into the camera and winks before droppking Dink neck first on the granite coffee table. With the poor young journalist down and out, Finale slowly walks over to the boom box, presses play and exits stage left to the sound of his theme music.

We pan down to Dink laying on the floor, holding the back of his head. The dossier lays beside him, open. There is a page that reads; “THINGS TO ASK ME DURING OUR SWEET INTERVIEW” 1) Why are you so good looking? 2) Why are people so jealous of your inhuman amount of talent? 3) Is it true that Alexis Sykes sent you a text about changing her sexuality in order to be with you? etc. etc. We fade out to a shot of the hand written prompt sheet.

*****Gabe Shelley versus Jimmy Henderson*****

Linzi Martin: Well folks we’ve got Gabe Shelley in the ring, but Jimmy Henderson is no where to be seen.

Larry Gordon: From what I’ve heard he was delayed in getting here tonight, and it seems as though he may not be able to make it.

Linzi Martin: Does that mean Gabe automatically wins?

Larry Gordon: No of course not, it just means we won’t get to see this match tonight.

*****Tables For Two*****

The bell rings but the attention isn’t on the Shelley in the ring, it’s on the announce table! Finale has made his way through the crowd and is standing on the table with a microphone. One hand is in his pocket. Shelley has rolled out of the ring to and now has his eyes on Super Shredder.

Finale
Hey bud. Great match.

He starts clapping. Sarcasm, much?

Finale
I bet you’re wondering why I’m out here Mad Dogg. Seeing as how you are mildly retarded, I’ll break it down for you real quick.

He hops down off of the announce table, one stand still in his pocket. He approaches Shelley, who’s on his defense.

Finale
Don’t be so uptight Shelley, I’m not here to mash you. I’m here to offer you an opportunity. A giant opportunity actually. An opportunity for a partnership…

Finale looks out into the crowd as they boo his idea and he mouths ‘What? I’m serious!’ before turning his attention back to Shelley.

Finale
I’m being honest Mad Dogg. I told Dink earlier that tonight my career will come full circle and that means teaming up with you again. We teamed up in BWF, you were the owner, I was the champion and we never truly got to explore where that tandem could go. We could have touched the stars Mad Dogg, I’m telling you.

Super Shredder does his best to look hopefully and sincere as Shelley stares at him. canadian rx pharmacy juvederm marVel looks out into the crowd and the consensus from the fans is that Finale is full of shit.

Finale
You and I could take Rebel Pro by storm, Mad Dogg. As a team, we could really take this company by surprise…

Shelley smiles and shakes his head but Finale cold cocks him. The hand hidden in his pocket was loaded with a brass knuckles! The crowd boos as Shelley goes down in a heap on the outside.

Finale
Surprise!

Finale then starts stomping away on the former BWF World Champion. He gets Shelley to his feet and whips him hard into the ring barrier. Shelley’s back smashes against it but before he knows what happened, Finale charged and nailed him with the One Foot in the Grave, sending Shelley into the crowd, landing in the front row. Finale retrieves the microphone.

Finale
Just kidding folks. I’d never team up with this piece of shit. But when I saw that he signed with Rebel Pro, I knew that we just had to hook up sooner or later. I decided that it would be sooner. So next week, me and Blazenwing’s Bitch are going to go one on one in an Ultimate Tables match!

He steps over into the crowd as Shelley gets to his feet. Finale then charges and nails Shelley in the head with the microphone. This staggers marVel backwards but another big right hand loaded with brass knuckles put him down. Finale then gets back on the microphone.

Finale
What that means is that we are going to go for fifteen minutes to see who can put their opponent through more tables. Why exactly? Well I want multiple opportunities to break this puppy.

Finale puts Shelley down with another microphone shot and then he lifts him up onto the ring barrier. Both men stand up there for a moment until Finale sets Shelley up. He lifts him and then jumps from the ring barrier to the announce table, putting Shelley through it with the Stripper’s Real Name! The table shatters and both men lay in the rubble for a few moments.

The Buffalo Butcher is the first to get to his feet and when he does, he takes the microphone and exits through the crowd.

Finale
So yeah, next week? There’s gonna be a lot more of that. Next week Shelley, I’m the end and you’re fucking dead.

‘Whatever Happened to My Rock N’ Roll’ cues up as Finale leaves through the crowd, earning high velocity garbage being tossed in his direction.

*****Handicap Match(recap)*****
*****Case Filed Rockets versus Vincent Black*****

The match started off strong for Vincent Black, despite his nagging injuries to the contrary. Using his size and power advantage he managed to keep CFR at bay for a good while, by sending Rocky Logan out of the ring with an over the top rope choke slam where Logan landed on the steel steps. He managed to get it down to just him and Justin Case for a moment. Case used his high flying ability to land a few good shots on Black, including a missile dropkick off the top rope which took Black down and got him a quick 2 count. After a few minutes of back and forth, Logan was still recovering on the outside of the ring and Black hit his New Hope finisher on Case but Logan breaks the count at two and a half. Finally Rocky Logan pulls out all stops, using much of his MMA training to get to Black while Case continued to come off the top rope with an aerial assault each time Logan brought Black down. Make no mistake that Black fought them off at every turn but eventually the two of them proved too much to handle on his own as they laid him out with the HOHIP and pinned for the 1, 2, 3!

Winners: Case Filed Rockets in 10:15

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Bubba J versus Virgil Keenan©*****

Instead of fading back to ringside, we come into Shawn West’s office where he’s penning what we imagine to be his memoirs. He notices the camera crew

Shawn West: Sadly, Bubba J is still feeling the effects of his injuries sustained during competition in Victory Wrestling.

Rupert The Kangaroo in security uniform and all, nods.

Shawn West: That means, amongst a myriad of other cancellations this week, this title match cannot happen.

Cue Jaice Wilds.

Jaice Wilds: I’ll take his spot.

West shrugs.

Shawn West: Sure, but you haven’t heard about the new rules I’ve-

Before he can even finish, Jaice runs off to get ready for the match.

Jeremy Gold: Boy I hope you know what you’re doing.

Gold shoots off his water gun, wetting the floor.

Shawn West: Go get me a sandwich and be useful for once.

Gold frowns.

Jeremy Gold: Yes, sir…

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Jaice Wilds versus Virgil Keenan©*****

Keenan smirks as he moves in on his opponent, low to the ground, Jaice matches and both of them move in close reaching out in a test. The scene looks like something out of the Olympics as both men pat at the wrists of the other, looking for an opening. Keenan takes a grip at Jaice and suddenly breaks for the legs attempting a takedown! Jaice shifts ALL his weight onto Keenan and puts his legs back, bringing Keenan into a front facelock. The counter pushes Keenan flat to the canvas but doesn’t last long as Keenan breaks the fingers locked under his chin and rolls, pushing himself up and pounces on top of his opponent, Jaice, whom had made the appropriate movements, in a waist lock. Jaice quickly breaks the fingers just as easily as Keenan previously had and wraps around in a switch for his own waist lock. Keenan brings both men to a vertical before tucking one arm in under Jaices locked arms. Backing into the ropes Keenan uses the rebound’s momentum and the break in the

fingers to flip Jaice to the side by his arm in a unique looking arm drag/hiptoss. Keenan tries to combo into an armbar but Jaice doesn’t let it happen as he rolls away and jumps to his feet. Keenan meets him and both of them lock up harshly into an elbow collar.

Keenan swiftly turns the lock up into a leg sweep, dropping into a pin. Jaice pushes out quickly before the ref can much more then drop to the mat. In pushing Keenan off he spurts back to his feet finding himself met by a drop toe hold slamming him to the mat before he knows what’s going on. Keenan follows up rolling along Jaice’s body ending in a side headlock. Jaice struggles in the hold but swiftly moves himself back to his feet and nails in a few elbow shots before he brings both men into the ropes and whips Keenan across the ring. Keenan rebounds and nearly gets nailed by a clothesline but ducks the maneuver and stops dead directly behind the challenger. Jaice turns not wanting his back to the opponent and finds himself dropped to the mat in a side headlock takedown! Being on his back this time around Jaice tosses up his legs and wraps Keenan into a head scissors. Keenan struggles in the move before positioning himself correctly where he places his feet on Jaices ankles, pushing down on them and the knees with his hands. The attempt pries apart the legs and Keenan slowly raises his head with a smirk, looking at Jaice who doesn’t hold the same cocky look as he did earlier. This brings Keenan confidence until Jaice suddenly smirks, punching Keenan straight in the face putting him back in the head scissors!

Keenan, a little angry from the hold, moves himself around and looks for another way out. Finding his next method the Champ plants his hands and tries to handstand, looking to use the momentum of dropping back down to pull his head out. Jaice simply stops the hold and pulls his legs back, plowing both feet into the shoulders, bringing Keenan down on his back In a pin. The ref manages a 1 count before Keenan claps his feet together and nails Jaice in the side of the head. Keenan rolls backwards and Jaice spurts to his feet only for Keenan to drop him back down with a beautiful dropkick. Jaice scurries to his feet too soon as he staggers a bit and finds himself pushed into the ropes and whipped across the ring. Keenan goes half way and awaits Jaice’s return with his arm outstretched, looking for what seems like a hip toss. This doesn’t pan out as Jaice merely hooks the ropes and stops himself. Keenan snarls as he charges, only for Jaice to drop down hooking the top rope, sending Keenan in all his momentum to the outside. Well, that’s what Jaice thinks. Keenan with both hands on the tops ropes regains himself as if he was in a Battle royal and gets his footing on the apron. Jaice walks away from the ropes, pointing to his head in a sign that he is too smart for Keenan, however, the oncoming irony about to set him straight.

Jaice doesn’t follow advice with the fans bellowing in reply. Keenan takes advantage and springboards off the top rope swinging himself around the side of Jaice with the hand in the air. Hooking the arm, Keenan hits the mat and more or less slams Jaice to the mat with a high throttle arm drag! The Champ takes advantage and chains through the interesting move with an armbar. Jaice is shaken but is brought back to alertness with the sting of the arm submission. Shaking off the impact Jaice tries to move to his feet and does so successfully, irish whipping the champ across the ring. Taking note out of Jaice’s playbook Keenan hooks the ropes. Jaice charges and déjà vu looks just about to set in when Keenan drops the top rope. Jaice see’s it coming and smirks stopping and waving his finger at Keenan who gets a running boot for his effort. Keenan drops through the second rope and rolls himself to the outside looking into the ring at his opponent.

Keenan moves to get back in and Jaice merely lets him, backing off. Back in the ring Keenan loses his smirk and the ‘Game face’ breaks in. This is the point where Keenan definitely will be taking things to a farther extreme. Jaice stays cocky as he moves in to lock up with Keenan once again. Keenan quickly takes advantage and pushes Jaice into the turnbuckle, winding back and slapping in a chop. The fans ‘oOo’ along with the chop as it is followed up by another and another. Jaice winces as he gets slapped across the chest, however, counters, grabbing Keenan and switching their places in the corner. Jaice returns the chops as stiffly as he can manage and Keenan winces in the same way Jaice had. Looking to regain himself Keenan switches up once again for another few chops. Keenan speeds up and gains the upper hand quickly, only to be halted in one foul swoop as Jaice simply pokes Keenan in the eye! Jaice jumps up onto the second rope and leaps, nailing a face smothering spring board bulldog! Jaice rolls Keenan over and hooks for a pin. A speedy 2 count and Keenan kicks out! Jaice doesn’t stop to complain or question and drags Keenan to his feet, grabbing Virgil into a back suplex, lifting him up for a belly to back! Keenan lands on his feet countering out of the attempt. Quickly Keenan grabs Jaice in a reverse waist lock and pushes him into the ropes and rolls back into a rollup, bridge!

ONE…..
TWO…..
Kick-out!

Pushing out of the pin Jaice uses the ropes to quickly get to his feet. Keenan had rolled away a bit and done the same, leaving both men to lock up in the middle of the ring again. Keenan gains the advantage as normal bringing Jaice into an arm wrench, twisting the arm. Jaice makes a counter into his own arm wrench, rolling forward and quickly twirling. Not to be outdone Jaice, moves into a hammer lock and tries to outdo the self proclaimed leader of the new wave. Keenan won’t allow it as he pushes back and moves into his very own hammerlock. Keenan smiles at Jaice as he squirms in the hold, trying to hit an elbow. Keenan catches the elbow viagra tips and locks in a half nelson! Jaice can’t respond to the move in time and Keenan lifts him up and goes for a slam! Half-Nelson slam! NO, Arm bar DDT! Keenan makes a small grunt of pain as Jaice counters shifting into a fujiwara armbar! Keenan claws the mat as Jaice wrenches the arm and works over the shoulder of the Champ. They are both center ring, which leaves no room to move much of anywhere, but Keenan tries nonetheless. Virgil starts to squirm his body towards the rope, and in fear that Keenan might actually make it, Jaice breaks the hold. Keenan isn’t safe however, as Jaice kicks the arm and drags the man to his feet, pulling him to the ropes in violent tugs. Once at the ropes Jaice takes Keenan’s arm and wraps it around the top rope, using the rope as a pivot point for an armbar. With one brunt pull Keenan pulls back and nails Jaice in the face with an elbow. The move dazes the champ as he turns around holding his nose. Keenan grabs Jaice in a half-nelson running forward in a half nelson bulldog! The Champ keeps the half-nelson in and turns Jaice over in classic mat wrestling fashion.

ONE….
TWO……
KICK-OUT!

Keenan looks to take advantage of Jaice being on the mat and heads for the top rope. Climbing up he perches himself and takes aim, except Jaice is already to his feet and makes a charge! Keenan leaps off and jumps over Jaice, avoiding the attack. Jaice turns around and gets nailed by a stellar armdrag that dazes the challenger. Jaice slowly starts to move to his feet but doesn’t seem to be moving fast enough for the champ who grabs him into a front chancery and snaps back in a snap suplex! Keenan twirls his legs and moves to his feet for what looks like another suplex. Keenan delivers as he lifts for another suplex! Keenan stalls it! Keenan holds Jaice in the air and walks forward keeping Jaice balanced. Fans start counting along with the stall.

1
2
3
4
5
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7!
8!!
9!!!
10~!!!
SLAM!

Keenan doesn’t go for the cover as he spurts the ropes and returns with a swift legdrop, turning into a cover.

1….
2….
Kick-out!

Keenan gets up and looks at the ref and gets in his face. As he’s mouthing off Keenan gets caught off-guard as Jaice grabs him from behind in a schoolboy roll up!

ONE..
TWO..
THRE-Kick-out!

Keenan spurts back to his feet after kicking out and Jaice does much the same snorting and licking his lips. Keenan moves back and Jaice smiles as he can almost see the gears turning in his head and his emotions getting the better of him, a clear advantage. Keenan shares an evil eye to the ref before he circles and locks up with the champion. Jaice gains the first advantage, perhaps showing Keenans weakness in emotions. Jaice rolls back and kicks away one hand of his opponent and pushes himself back up into an arm wrench. Jaice works over the arm some more. Jaice wilds keylocks the arm and brings it over Keenans head, placing his leg strategically behind Keenans knee. Keenan finds himself slowly being pushed back into an arch, more and more until he finds himself in a bridging position.

Keenan shows great strength as he holds himself up and actually starts to fight back, but not wanting to be shown up, Jaice kicks the back of the leg sweeping Keenan flat to his back. Quickly following up Jaice drops a leg on the arm before getting back to a vertical and dropping a knee onto the arm. Keenan holds his arm next to his body in pain, but Jaice pries it away and tugs him towards the corner. Jaice sets him up in the corner before kneeing him a few times to daze him for the oncoming move. Jaice moves across the ring and the fans start up the chant.

Fans: JAICE!! JAICE!!

With that Jaice runs across the ring and nails Keenan across the cheek with his boot, catching himself in the ropes. Jaice stays there and milks the cheers that are actually for him as he hits the boot. Keenan holds his face in pain as he kicks at the mat.

Jaice taunts the crowd a bit as he gets off the ropes, grabbing Keenan by the foot as he does. Jaice drags Keenan center ring and drops down for a pin attempt.

1..
2..
Kick-out !

Jaice looks displeased as he gets to his feet and lifts Keenan up with him, looking to add more to the damage. This doesn’t work as Keenan drops to his knees and hits a jaw breaker on the challenger. Dazing Jaice, Keenan runs to the ropes and returns nailing a bulldog knocking Wilds to the mat. Not stopping there Keenan runs the ropes and returns with a senton dropping quickly on Jaice’s back. Jaice doesn’t look like he’s about to stay down and Keenan stalks him waiting for him to get to his feet. Jaice half way up, finds out why as Keenan spurts forward and locks in a half-nelson, pulling Jaice to a vertical. He looks like he’s about to launch into a suplex when a well placed elbow buys the champ enough time to perform a standing switch. Jaice chained the move bringing Keenan into a full-nelson, locking the submission on tight! Keenan struggles in the hold as Jaice pressures down tight on the back of the neck. Keenan doesn’t let himself fall victim to the move and thrusts backwards hard and rams the turnbuckle knocking the grip loose. Keenan repeats the smash until he’s free. Jaice is dazed in the corner as Keenan runs across the ring and turns around running back smashing Jaice with a running European uppercut!

Jaice staggers out of the corner and right into Keenan’s grasp as he Irish whips the challenger across the ring. Jaice is about to hit the opposite side when he takes the ropes and leaps up and over a charging Virgil. Taking his opportunity, Jaice scoops up Virgil and drops him on the turnbuckle with snake eyes! Keenan staggers out of the ropes holding his face as Jaice runs the ropes and comes back nailing a perfect flying forearm! Keenan hits the mat and holds his head, rolling on the mat a bit. Jaice stands back up and staggers on his feet a bit. Jaice points to the top turnbuckle and heads towards it, slowly climbing up, glancing back a little, looking down into the ring at his opponent. He’ll end it here!

Jaice pats his knee for a moment before spitting to the side. Standing up straight he looks down at his target.. ONLY FOR KEENAN TO PUSH THE REF INTO THE ROPES! The Ref hits the ropes and Jaice is left to fall directly down upon his beloved family jewels. The Ref looks at Keenan and scolds him for touching a official as Keenan staggers to the turnbuckle, grabbing Jaice by the neck and the pants, tossing him off the top rope and into the center of the ring! Jaice holds his back in pain as he kicks at the mat, trying to bring himself to his feet. Keenan smirks as he stalks the challenger. Jaice starts to rise to his feet and turns into a huge boo- Jaice dodges back and Keenan slams the mat with his foot, trying to catch his viagra and cialis together balance. Jaice turns Keenan around, booting him in the stomach as he pulls him into a standing head scissors! PILE DRIV- KEENAN TRIPS HIM AND QUICKLY LOCKS IN A TEXAS CLOVER LEAF!

-NO! Jaice kicks Virgil back away and scrambles from the ring. The ref is suddenly summoned by the time keeper. Jaice and Virgil ignore it as Wilds finally introduces the first weapon into the match. Wilds who is fed up with the technical match grabs a fan’s wilfully given up chair to the delight of every one in the arena who cheer the challenger on! Keenan Looks worried but tells Jaice to bring it on. With that Wilds is in the ring with the chair in hand.

DING DING DING!
Jaice stops confused as the ring announce pipes up.

Jenny Jersey: “This bout has been declared a draw due to an expired time limit.”

Jaice: “Time limit what! What the fuck Rebel doesn’t have Limits! What the fuck IS THIS!”

Jaice drops the chair and rolls out of the ring, yelling his head off at the time keeper, ref and announcer in unison. They all try to explain what’s going on but he just won’t listen. The fans are banging on the side of the barricade and a chorus of boo’s and booming down on the ring. Virgil looks just as confused as he retrieves his belt.

Jaice: “Do you assholes have any idea how this place works? We’ve never have time limit draws, ring that bell and let me get back in there and win my belt.”

Suddenly in the middle of his rant a voice echo’s over the sound system.

Shawn West: Not so fast, Jaice.

Shawn West steps out onto the entrance ramp, handing off his glass of whiskey to a janitor who he then pushes right back behind the curtain.

Shawn West: I tried to tell you before you ran out of my office that I have begun to institute a new set of rules into REBEL Pro. One of those are time limits on matches.

The crowd boos, and Jaice looks on frustrated.

Shawn West: See. Look at what happened to Vincent Black a few weeks ago, Bubba J. Even Lisa Seldon, they all got or nearly got terribly injured. And I can’t have the best stars in the entire AoWF being injured on my watch because some fans want to see people get stabbed in the confines of a ring.

The crowd boos him, cause we like seeing people get stabbed in the confines of a ring! D’uh!

Shawn West: But clearly over the weeks, you and Virgil there have had some really entertaining clashes. So, here’s the deal guys. At Hell O Ween… Virgil Keenan will defend his REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in the ultimate time limit match.

The crowd stand up in anticipation.

Shawn West: In an IRON MAN match!

Larry Gordon: Oh my!

The crowd erupts into cheers as Jaice looks back at Virgil and both men nod.

Shawn West: I thought so.

West drops the microphone and walks backstage, sipping his whiskey as Jaice and Virgil stare down.

*****Shenanigans! This Time, With More She!*****

Mikey Massacre is walking backstage, minding his own business and generally ignoring everyone nearby as the scuttle out of his way. He then rounds a corner and passes by a window, which is about the extent of what he immediately remembers when Lisa Seldon charges in from the side with a high Yakuza Kick to the side of his head, snapping it to the right and sending him through the glass which shatters against the force.

Lisa then backs up as staff members swarm, keeping the two apart and pushing Lisa from the scene.

Lisa Seldon: See you at the pay per view, Mikey! Can’t wait!

The camera watches as Lisa is pulled from the scene and then flips back to Mikey, pushing off staff members as he fights back to his feet. He then runs a hand through his hair that comes back red, to which he calls out in anger and then punches the nearest wall. Staff step back but keep him surrounded, as he stumbles dizzily back through the hole.

*****Dodo-A-Gogo versus Style Clash*****

Not ones for waiting around, the match starts with Lisa taking Taboo out of the ring with a Yakuza Kick while Anna puts Chad down with a Dropkick through the knee. Chad then gets up to all fours, just in time for both Dodos to come at him from the sides and score with a duo-Dodo Dropkick, sandwiching his head in-between. The two then jumped back up on opposite sides of him, where Anna hopped over his prone body, feed Lisa a foot and allowed herself to be tossed into the air and down through a stunning Phoenix Splash across his back. Anna then rolls him for the cover.

1

2

Chad kicks out and Taboo pulls Lisa out to the floor, leaving Anna and Chad alone. Anna gets Chad to his knees but he sweeps out her legs and then pulls himself into a corner to gather his thoughts. Anna takes after him but Chad steps out before she can connect, grabs her arm and then wings her to the opposite corner. Chad then follows but Anna hits the buckles and keeps on moving up their face before arching into a backflip over Kurtis and to the mat. Anna lands safely and then spreads her legs as she drops to the mat to avoid a Clothesline. Anna then tries a no look leap frog as he comes the other way, but Chad catches her on a shoulder. He then looks to slam her but Anna rolls off to one side, catches an arm and sends him away with an Armdrag.

Chad gets to his knees in time to duck a kick and catch her leg. He then flips Anna forward but she cartwheels out and comes up standing. Anna then turns but gets caught with a Sunsetflip and taken down for the pin. The referee gets down for the cover but Chad just uses it as a setup and pulls Anna back to her feet in a standing headscissors.

Linzi Martin: CK Destroyer.

The fans jump up as Chad flips through the move, but the cheers rise when Anna throws herself hard into it and puts her hands against his thighs, allowing her to end up doubled over on her feet when Chad hits the mat. The former triple crown winner is momentarily flustered and doesn’t quite get his hands up in time to block as Anna leaps forward and rattles his brain with a knee.

Anna then lets the champ struggle to his feet before firing off a barrage of all the strikes in the world, ending with a kick that turns him the other way. Anna takes him down from behind with a Legsweep and rolls out of the way as Lisa leaps in from the front, sinks her heels into his face and drives it to the mat.

Lisa then jumps up and forms a step with her hands to give Anna a leg up before giving her the old cheerleader push into the air, Allowing Anna to spin, dive and crash through Chad with the 630 Splash.

Larry Gordon: And Anna flattens him with the Slash and Burn.

Anna then hooks the first leg that pops up while Lisa blocks Taboo from getting back in the ring.

1

2

3!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, Anna Mathews and Lisa Seldon… DODO… A… GOGO!!!!

As they enjoy yet another win, from out of the crowd leaps a masked man! Lisa and Anna watch him, but he seems to be paying more attention to Taboo. Lisa and Anna walk off with their wins and belts as it were, but this masked man stalks Taboo.

Larry Gordon: That guy looks very familiar.

The masked man holds up a barbed wire kendo stick and then slides into the ring. Taboo gets to his feet but is quickly cracked over the face with the weapon, as this masked man unleashes a storm of shots with his barbed wire kendo stick.

Linzi Martin: Wait a minute.

The man drops the kendo stick and heads to the top rope. And off he comes, with a flying head butt from the top rope that has Taboo shaken on the canvas. Chad Kurtis is finally up and aware, but it’s too late as the masked man slides out of the ring and holds his arms up high.

Larry Gordon: That…. I RECOGNIZE THAT MOVE! THAT’S-

Linzi Martin: We’re out of time folks! SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

The show fades with one last shot of this masked man… Who oh who could be he be?!

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Case Filed Rockets defeat Vincent Black and we all get drunk
Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds finish in a No Contest and the rematch is set!
Dodo-A-Gogo defeats Style Clash, and a mysterious mystery guy attacks Taboo!

*****Previously Recorded*****

Joe Louis Arena
Backstage
1426, Monday

The scene changes to a locker room door, one that reads “Larry Gordon” on the nameplate. We then see a hand reach down, gently turning the knob on the door and opening it slightly. The camera peeks in, we can see Larry Gordon napping on the couch within his office.

Male Voice: *Whispering* Okay. You two, quietly, put him on the gurney.

We see two men wheel a gurney into the office and place it alongside the couch. They take a stretcher and ease it under Gordon, making sure not to wake him. Once he’s on, they count by nodding their heads and transfer him onto the gurney.

Male Voice: *Whispering* Excellent.

The two men begin to wheel the gurney out of the office into the hallway, the “cameraman” guiding the way. He walks down the long corridor before they walk into a garage area, empty this time of day except for a few REBEL Pro staffers. We see Jenny Jersey walking over, but she is quickly hushed by the cameraman.

Male Voice: *Whispering* It’s a surprise.

He motions with his finger for Jenny to follow him. The team with the gurney are now ahead of him, entering a curtained area. As they open the other side of the curtains, we can see the entranceway and the ring in the background. They start to push Gordon out onto the ramp, but one of the men trips and the gurney starts to roll freely down the aisle.

Male Voice: Oh shit!

The other man takes off running after it and catches it just before it’s about to hit the side of the ring.

Male Voice: That was a close one!

As the cameraman continues to make his own way down the aisle, we can hear a muffled scream from Jenny Jersey.

Male Voice: Good. Keep her quiet.

The two men down at the ring have started to slide Larry Gordon into the ring on the stretcher.

Male Voice: You think you can keep her quiet and film at the same time?

Male Voice #2: No problem.

Male Voice: Remember, if she’s uncooperative, just give her “the stuff”.

The two mystery men make their way to the ring, the first mystery man hands the camera off to the second one and heads for the ring. As the new cameraman angles it, we can now see it is Loren N. Chill. He stands beside Larry Gordon just as the medics pull the gurney out from under his body.

Loren N. Chill: You! Come here!

We see Head Referee Alan Stone slide into the ring just as Loren drops to one knee and puts the tip of his pinky finger on Gordon’s chest.

Loren N. Chill: Quietly now. Quietly.

Alan Stone taps the mat.

*Whisper* 1…

*Whisper* 2…

*Whisper* 3…

Loren N. Chill: *Whispering* Ding, ding, ding…

Loren grabs his belt from the cameraman, obviously Dennis Reveni, and drapes it over Gordon’s chest. Once he’s climbed back out of the ring, he secures the camera from Dennis who is now revealed to be holding a microphone and a Fecal Beagle bottle next to Jenny Jersey’s lips.

Loren N. Chill: Choose, one or the other.

Jenny nods towards the microphone.

Loren N. Chill: Go for it.

Jenny Jersey: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND NEEEEWWWWW! FECAL BEAGLE CHAMPION!!! — LARRRRRYYYY GOOORDOOOONNN!!!

At the sound of the booming PA system, Gordon wakes up startled by the noise. He sees that the Fecal Beagle Title is on his chest. He turns and quickly realizes he is in the ring, staring down Chill who grabs the microphone from Dennis who has released Jenny Jersey from her bonds.

Loren N. Chill: How does it feel, Gordon? Does it feel liberating? Does it make you feel like a winner? That is MY GIFT to you. — Doesn’t feel much like winning, does it? Doesn’t feel liberating at all, does it? — It’s down right fucking embarrassing, isn’t it? The instrument of your mockery has been turned against you and I will see to it that you really get what’s coming to you.

Chill and Reveni start walking up the aisle way, Gordon slowly pulls himself to his feet.

Loren N. Chill: The card… The “fuck you”… Airing your defeat on national television… That’s just the beginning. I’m going to make sure you reap what you sowed. I will be laughing my ass off while I watch you try to keep your head above ground. But do me a favor, when you think you’re at the end of your rope, just remember — I didn’t do this to you. You did it to yourself.

Loren drops the microphone before disappearing behind the curtain. Dennis stands around, continuing to film Gordon who is still in a state of shock-and-awe. With that, the scene fades to the normal Aggression opening sequence.

*****The New Sheriff In Town*****

There are red strobe lights panning the small office, and the position seems to be heavily fortified as it were. Jeremy Gold is hiding under his desk, the sirens blaring. He’s freaking out, trying to hold himself together as Rupert The Kangaroo seems oddly at ease with this situation, casually eating a celery stalk and smoking a cigarette. He’s even figured out how to use the water fountain, pressing down on the button and taking some sips of water.

Jeremy Gold: The world is at an end, Rupert. We have to hold down the fort now that Bubba J killed Simon.

Rupert looks over at him, with… Uhm. Concern?

Jeremy Gold: They’re gonna all want to come in here and demand things. Like a decent wage, and health care.

He shudders, just as the door knob begins to turn.

Jeremy Gold: It’s begun! Duck and run Ruppie! Duck and run!

Gold jumps up, but being how he’s under his own desk all he manages to do is smash his head under the desk, fall to the ground and begin crying as he rubs his head. Meanwhile, the lock on the door, his great security fortification, opens.

Jeremy Gold: Breach! Breach!

Rupert hops over to Gold and stomps his face in, by accident we imagine. He does it repeatedly, by accident. The door finally opens and in steps a well dressed, older looking gentlemen. He throws his briefcase down and rubs his ears.

Shawn West: What the hell are you doing, Jeremy?

Gold, now his nose bleeding hoists himself up into Rupert’s arms and Rupert pats him on the head.

Jeremy Gold: You? What the hell are you doing here?

West turns off the panic lights and turns on the regular ones.

Shawn West: I’m the new General Manager.

Jeremy Gold: But I’m the GM?

Shawn West: No, you’re fired. But don’t worry, I’ll need a secretary.

Gold stumbles away from the desk and falls onto the couch at one side of the office. Rupert eats his cigarette.

Shawn West: Now I see why he hired me. Jesus.

West throws his suit jacket off at Gold and takes his seat at the desk of power.

Shawn West: Things are about to change my friend.

Gold whimpers.

Jeremy Gold: Oh god it’s like Barack all over again…

Rupert pets Gold, in an effort to comfort him. We have to wonder who’s the pet, and who’s the master in this relationship.

Shawn West: Yes, well.

West pours himself some whiskey and claps his hands.

Shawn West: Wipe the tears from your eyes and the shit from your ass, we’ve got work to do.

Gold nods as we fade to ringside.

*****Mystery Tournament: The Second*****
*****Bobby J versus Loren N. Chill*****

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.
“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”
The song transitions to the first verse.
“I need you to hear this loud and clear”
As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bobby J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass, which seems to be more like plastic Solo cups.
“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”
He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” um…

Bobby J indicates that his name is Bobby J instead of Bubba J.

Jenny Jersey: Bobby J!
Bobby J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bobby J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

Ding Ding

Linzi Martin: That is obviously not Bubba J, but the question is, what are you going to do about it?

Larry Gordon: Its obvious that Bubba J can’t compete here tonight, so I have no problem allowing Bobby J to compete.

Linzi Martin: That and you are doing your best to give the belt back to Loren.

Chill mockingly swats at Bobby J, pointing out that he is most definitely not the real Bubba J. Bobby J comes at him with rights and lefts, really like Bubba J would do, but Bobby J is a bit more unorthadox, actually he just really sucks and only has eyes for the belt that Gordon has sitting in front of him at the table. Loren rolls Bobby J up for a pin, making sure that Bobby J has the pin on him.

One!

Two!

Bobby J releases the pin, shoving up and shaking his head in denial before kicking Chill in the mouth. Chill rocks back on his heels, but charges at Bobby J, before nailing him in the gut and causing Bobby J to fall on him in a dead faint from the pain.

One!

Two!

Somehow Bobby J gets up from the pin, well actually rolls ooff of him, holding at his midsection and muttering something about a probe.

Linzi Martin: I really don’t want to know.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think any of us do.

Chill lifts Bobby J up then whips him into the ropes, allowing himself to be knocked out with a dropkick to the face. Bobby J accidentally falls on Loren again for a pin.

One!

Two!

Bobby J realizes what he is doing and hurriedly rolls off the pin and pulls Chill on top of hiim.

One!

Two!

Chill’s turn to roll off the pin. Chill back up, but Bobby J is upset and wants his title back. Bobby J shoves Chill into the corner, getting up into his face; Chill waves a hand in front of him, indicating that the breath is majorly awful.

Linzi Martin: What has that dude been eating?

Larry Gordon: Probably squirrel brains and eggs.

Linzi Martin: That… is just… disgusting.

Bobby J with a headbutt knocks Chill backwards and lifts him up to the top turnbuckle.

Linzi Martin: Lee…

Larry Gordon: I think his name is Bobby J, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, um, Bobby J is going for an actual wrestling move here, is it a first?

Bobby J lifts Chill up, well he tries but he’s way to weak to perform the move, so he just falls back with a super DDT onto the canvas. Bobby J grins as he pulls Chill’s arm across his chest.

One!

Two!

Chill rolls off somehow, keeping the match going in this really, no change that, extremely odd match where one man is trying to allow the other man to pin him.

Larry Gordon: Wow, what a contest of wills!

Linzi Martin: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Larry Gordon: Not at all, they are trying to give the other man a victory, just like the Dallas Cowboys gave away the game to the Detroit Lions yesterday.

Linzi Martin: Oh yeah, I love me some Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.

Larry Gordon: I think most people do.

Meanwhile Chill is back up, locking on a side headlock to the stunned Bobby J. Chill with a bulldog rams his head into the turnbuckle before nailing him in the face with several stiff knees to the face and a brainbuster for good effort. Chill makes the uncover, allowing Bobby J’s arm to drape over him.

One!

Two!

Bobby J rolls off another painfully obvious attempt at him having certain victory. Right into a superkick to his jaw that sends his head rocking backwards on his neck. Chill lifts him up, brainbuster and now Chill seems to actually be going for a victory. Chill with a German suplex, rolling around connecting with a second, a third, fourth, and a fifth. Bobby J’s head is rolling around on his neck like its broke or something very similar.

Bobby J manages to somehow(very much on accident) kick Chill in the midsection and hit a stunner on Loren(again complete accident).

Linzi Martin: What does he call that move?

Larry Gordon: I believe it is the Ridiculous Zeti Reticuli Stomp.

Linzi Martin: But he never stomped anything.

Larry Gordon: This is Bobby J we are talking about.

Bobby J pulls Chill on top of him, allowing for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Loren N. Chill!

Bobby J rolls out of the ring quickly and is in front of Larry Gordon.

Bobby J: I believe this belongs to me!

Bobby J forceably takes the Fecal Beagle Championship before clamping it over his head to protect his brain.

Larry Gordon: No it doesn’t!

Gordon and Lee begin pulling on the title between each other as Loren rolls his eyes and makes his way backstage. Lee pulls Gordon into the ring with him and demands a bell be rung. Gordon lets go of Bobby Lee, and Lee goes flying to the canvas from his own momentum.

Linzi Martin: Uhhhhh… What?!

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Bobby Lee versus Larry Gordon©*****

DING DING DING

Gordon trips, and falls onto Bobby Lee, crushing him. The referee looks around, stunned that this is even happening.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Jenny Jersey: Uhhhh the winner of this match? Larry Gordon!

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Bobby Lee rolls out from under Gordonn and grabs the FB Championship.
Jenny Jersey: And NEEEEEEEEEWWW Feagle Beagle Champion… Bobby…

Jenny Jersey is cut off as Bobby J removes his bald cap and jeans to reveal Bobby Lee wearing dirty tighty whitey briefs, a head with hair, and bare feet.

Jenny Jersey: Lee!

Linzi Martin: I think I’m gonna be sick.

*****THE BIG BREAK*****

We cut to the backstage area, with Rebel Pro intern Marvin Humperdink working away on his laptop. One would assume that he’s doing his homework, because he is a responsible student. A figure then appears behind Humperdink, only his lower half visible. The person in question is wearing torn Levi’s and a large ‘F’ belt buckle.

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“Sup Dink?”

The intern spins around and the camera rolls back to reveal Super Shredder himself, Finale.

Marvin Humperdink
“Uh…Mr…Costigan…what-”

Finale
“First of all Dink, don’t call me that. Second of all, stand when someone addresses you. Don’t be fucking rude.”

Humperdink stands and wipes his hands on his pants (he gets sweaty when he writes about James Joyce), extending one to Finale. The Free Agent looks down at Dink’s hand and then looks back up at him with an unimpressed expression.

Finale
“The last guy that looked to shake my hand got a big ol’ gob of bloodspit in his face. You looking to travel that road kid?”

Marvin Humperdink
“No sir. Can I ask what you want with me though?”

Finale
“I’m here to give you your big break of course.”

Dink screws up his face, puzzled.

Marvin Humperdink
“I don’t…”

Finale
“It’s cool Dink, I don’t expect you to understand.”

Finale places a hand on the intern’s shoulder.

Finale
“Let me explain. You see Dink, I’m kind of a big deal right now. I know you saw Victory a few days ago, you saw my match with Engel. Yeah I lost, but that’s not the point. Moments after that match ‘Bloodspit’ and ‘Super Shredder’ were both trending on Twitter. As a journalist, you should pay attention to social media. If you did, you’d be salivating at the chance to interview me.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You don’t think Matthew Engel had a lot to do with your popularity?”

Finale
“Oh probably and I get that. Fact of the matter is that I went out there to show the world that I haven’t rolled over and died. That’s what I did. I had one of the best reviewed Victory matches of the last few months and I got my name back out there. Now tonight after I ruin Jaice Wilds’ life, I’ll be back on track.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You think that a win over Jaice Wilds will set your career straight?”

Finale lets out an obnoxious laugh, roughly squeezing the intern’s shoulder. Dink nearly buckles under Finale’s grip.

Finale
“Not in the least. Wilds is a fucking non-issue. It’s a foregone conclusion that I’m going to butcher that little fuck. A victory over him proves only one thing; I’m done losing.”

Marvin Humperdink
“Well Mr. Costigan, I’m not really supposed to-”

Finale
“Dink if we always did what we were supposed to do, what fun could we possibly have? Next week I am going to give you a sit down interview and we’ll discuss whatever you please.”

Marvin Humperdink
“Like if you are ever going to sign a legitimate contract?”

Finale
“Sure. I don’t fucking care, just do your goddamn research and I’ll see you here this time next week. Okay pumpkin?”

Dink can’t help but look excited. If it wasn’t a medium shot, we’d probably see his ‘wrestle-boner’.

Marvin Humperdink
“That sounds great Finale, I’ll see you then!”

Finale takes hold of Dink’s laptop.

Marvin Humperdink
“Uh…I need that.”

Finale
“Yeah but I need it more. My phone died in the middle of a very important e-mail. I need to send Alexis more poetry.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You write poetry?”

Finale
“I’ve gone and said too much. Vanish.”

Finale waves his hand like David Copperfield and then sprints off with the Macbook under his arm. Dink tries to call after him but it’s too late, he’s super fucking fast.

*****AoWF Free Agent vs. REBEL Match*****
*****Finale versus Jaice Wilds*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first!

The opening chords of “Better Off Dead” by Death From Above 1979 cue up and as soon as the song really kicks in pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage. Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone’s attention is to the stage.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring Ramona Holiday, he hails from Buffalo, New York! Standing in at 6’4” tall and weighing in at 245 pounds…

By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side. He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans.

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Jenny Jersey: He is THE BUFFALO BUTCHER!!!!! FINALE!!!!!!

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Finale enters the ring and jogs around a bit while looking into the crowd, focused on the task at hand.

Linzi Martin: People like to downplay Finale’s credibility, but they’re quick to forget the major impact he made when he first came into the AoWF with the BWF.

Larry Gordon: That’s very true, he was damn near unstoppable for a good while and even won the King O’ Extreme Championship right here in REBEL Pro.

Linzi Martin: Eh, what can you do. People have short memories.

Larry Gordon: I don’t, and I for one hope we see more Finale in REBEL Pro.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, representing REBEL Pro!

“Animals” by Nickleback kicks in and the crowd jumps to their feet, cheering Jaice Wilds despite the fact his theme is done by Nickleback.

Jenny Jersey: He stands in at 5’6” tall, weighing in at 184 pounds. He hails from Brazil!

Jaice Wilds steps out and comes running down to the ring, whizzing past fans as he slaps their hands and jumps right over the top rope and into the ring.

Jenny Jersey: JAICE WILDS!!!

Wilds bounces off the ropes at each side, getting himself ready as he stares across the ring at Finale.

Linzi Martin: I like Jaice, I mean look how close he came to becoming a two time Aggression Champion last week.

Larry Gordon: He did, and he’s been a very successful member of the REBEL ranks. But by God if Finale doesn’t just tower over him.

Linzi Martin: Speed versus power. Oh yeah. I like both though, if you know what I mean.

Larry Gordon: Knowing you, it’s something sexual.

DING DING DING

Jaice Wilds isn’t waiting around, he rushes right at Finale and leaps at him. Finale simply side steps Wilds and laughs, but Wilds bounces off the ropes with a springboard back elbow that catches Finale in the face. But Finale only stumbles back, and Wilds lands right into his arms. Finale with a release German suplex sends Wilds and his neck crashing into the canvas with no regard to the Xtreme Aerialist’s spine taken into consideration. Wilds spins around and jumps up to his feet and Finale lays him out with a roundhouse kick, and the sound alone from the impact has every fan in the arena “Ouch” all at once.

Linzi Martin: Wilds has to get airborne if he wants to get Finale.

Larry Gordon: I agree, he can’t win a ground assault with Finale.

Wilds gets to his feet quickly, Finale seems ready to continue his assault but Wilds jumps up, flips over Finale and takes him down with a stunning neck breaker that has the fans cheering him on. Wilds heads to the top rope as Finale is getting to his feet, Wilds comes off and goes for a frankensteiner! Finale catches him over and takes him down swiftly with a top rope power bomb, and quickly transitions the move into the Buffalo ‘66 submission! The crowd jump to their feet in disbelief at the swift moves, as Wilds begins shaking his head and refusing to tap out. Finale tightens his grip, applying more pressure. Half the crowd boos Finale, the other half cheers Jaice trying to get him to get out of it. It becomes obvious from the pain in Jaice’s face this move is not something you want to be in as Finale just stares out into the crowd, confident as fuck written all over his face.

Linzi Martin: Damn. I hope we don’t get another riot. You know REBEL fans and submissions are like oil and water.

Larry Gordon: Don’t remind me. Simon and I are still dealing with that lawsuit from Chattanooga.

Wilds struggles to get himself free, and with each move to freedom he finds himself even more deeply entrenched in the move. Finally, Finale lets go and gets to his feet, putting his arms out and basking in all the love from the REBEL Pro fans. And by love, we mean hate, as they’re booing the shit out of him. He turns to Wilds and mockingly laughs as Wilds gets to his feet, but Jaice isn’t taking things lightly. Wilds lunges at Finale, taking him down with a cross body splash. Finale looks up, almost as if to say he let that happen, just as Jaice Wilds springboards off the ropes with a leg drop! The crowd goes wild! No pun! Jaice covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! Finale easily kicks out, and Jaice rolls out of the ring and immediately decides to go REBEL on the last BWF World Champion.

Larry Gordon: And Jaice looks to add some weaponry to this.

Linzi Martin: About time, I was starting to dry up.

Larry Gordon: Yeah… Wait, excuse me?

Linzi licks her fingers and smiles, as Larry quietly turns his attention right back to the action at hand.

Jaice grabs a barbed wire covered bat from under the ring, because those are the types of structural shit we build our rings with, and hops

up onto the apron. Finale doesn’t seem too impressed, bad mouthing Jaice. Jaice swings for Finale’s head, but Finale just leans back and mocks Jaice. Finale backs up and comes back at Jaice on the apron, he archs his foot as he goes for a big boot on Wilds but Wilds ducks, brings the ropes down and it sends Finale awkwardly over the top rope and to the outside. Jaice quickly springboards himself off the ropes, flips over and brings down the barbed wire bat right over Finale’s face. That’s gotta hurt.

Linzi Martin: Damn! I think Finale’s bleeding!

Larry Gordon: I hope he has good medical insurance.

Jaice goes berserk with the barbed wire bat, bringing it down repeatedly all over Finale’s body. Ramona Holiday watches on with concern but Finale get’s serious’d as he kicks Jaice’s knees out from under him. Jaice stumbles back, and Finale gets up and then hits an impact DDT right onto the steel steps. The crowd boos as Finale lifts the top half of the steel steps up and drops it down over Jaice Wilds… But Jaice moves out of the way in time! Jaice jumps to his feet, and grabs Finale quickly. Jumping Russian leg sweep onto the steel steps! Finale’s head gets cracked pretty badly, and now both men are down momentarily. Jaice finds it in him to grab the bat again and slide back into the ring.

Larry Gordon: No count outs, no rope breaks, no rules in REBEL Pro. Just wanton violence, like it should be.

Linzi Martin: Finale is a former KoE Champion. I’m pretty sure he’s familiar with that. He’s quite the looker too. I’d let him Buffalo Butcher me any time.

Larry Gordon: You and your hormones, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: What can I say, I like a good Championship dick.

Larry Gordon: Now I know why Simon hired you.

Finale gets to his feet, wipes the blood off of his face and shakes it off as if that shit didn’t even happen as he gets back into the ring.

Linzi Martin: D’uh.

Jaice Wilds with another swing of the bat as Finale, but Finale just puts his arms up in a cross over his face and blocks the attack. Sure, his flesh from his arms rip out in a few places as Jaice pulls the bat back, but he’s a fucking bad ass.

Linzi Martin: He can Super Shred my ass anytime.

Finale rushes forward, goes for a clothesline but Jaice Wilds ducks.

Larry Gordon: We get it, Linzi.

Jaice springboards off the ropes, and lands a vicious super kick in Finale’s face.

Linzi Martin: He can bring his Stabfest ‘11 into my pants, with his pen-

Larry Gordon: YEAH! WE KNOW!

Wilds hops up onto the top rope and comes off with a stunning corkscrew shooting star press!!! But as he lands, Finale holds up the barbed wire bat and even though Wilds successfully connects, his neck crumples over the bat, cutting up his throat. Wilds rolls off of Finale, coughing and bleeding. Finale feels the pain, but he moves to cover Jaice.

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Jaice kicks out!

Linzi Martin: Damn these guys are good. What’s a girl to do, Larry?

Larry Gordon: Do what you’re doing in private. My goodness.

Linzi holds her hand to Larry’s face.

Linzi Martin: Sample?

Larry Gordon: No thanks.

Finale is up first and he lifts Jaice Wilds up by the neck, purposefully crushing his thumbs into Wilds’ new cuts as he whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Jaice is a boss ass REBEL though, in case you forgot, and he hops up onto the turnbuckle again. Finale “accidentally” shoves the referee into the ropes, causing Wilds to slip and crotch land on the turnbuckles. Finale grabs Jaice by the hair and begins smacking him across the face.

Finale: Bad! Bad! Bad!

Wilds flips himself backwards, throwing his feet up, placing them on Finale’s shoulders. Then he flips forward, crotch to face and takes Finale down, sitting down on his chest as he reaches back and pulls Finale’s legs up for the cover! But the referee is slow to get up… Finally, he does.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT! Finale kicks out and throws Jaice off of him.

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Linzi Martin: This is getting intense!

Jaice quickly hops to the top rope and doesn’t wait for a moment as he comes off the top rope with Aerial Ace!!! But Finale puts his knees up, and Jaice bounces off of him in serious pain. Finale back up and he looks like he wants to put some hurt to Jaice as he throws him back into the turnbuckles. Finale climbs out onto the apron and Jaice turns around and begins throwing lefts and rights to fight back the tide from his stance on the second turnbuckle. Finale climbs up, taking the hits and throwing some of his own back. The exchange ends when Finale punches Wilds in the throat, right where Wilds was cut up from the bat. Finale grabs onto Jaice and pulls him forward… A Piledriver from the second rope onto the apron!!! Jaice falls forward and to the outside, as Finale joins him.

Larry Gordon: Intense isn’t the word, Linzi!

Finale grabs Jaice and throws him back into the ring. Finale slides back in and locks on Tiger Blood!!! Jaice’s eyes shoot open, glaring in pain… He tries to fight out, the crowd is on their feet.

Fans: JAICE! JAICE! JAICE!

Finale: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Fans: JAICE! JAICE! JAICE!

Linzi Martin: NANCY! NANCY! NANCY!

Wilds refuses to tap.

Larry Gordon: Sit down, what are you doing?

Finale applies more pressure.

Linzi Martin: Just getting in on the action?

Finally, Jaice Wilds begins to tap out.

DING DING DING

Finale doesn’t let go, he just keeps applying more and more pressure as his music hits. The crowd boos loudly. Finally, The Buffalo Butcher eases off and gets up, his hand is raised.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match by submission… FINALE!

Finale exit’s the ring, wiping the blood from his face as he makes his way to the back with Ramona.

Linzi Martin: Jaice really tried hard, it sucks he lost.

Larry Gordon: I’m impressed, either way. Finale and Jaice put on a great match, and I hope we see more of Finale.

*****Indestructible*****

In the beginning… There were three.

The time has come to wave the flag once again.

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*****Medical Issues*****

We quickly fade backstage, where Vincent Black is being escorted out of the building by security. He seems upset.

Shawn West: Hey, I don’t care how things used to be done. I’m in charge, and I say you can’t wrestle like that pal.

Vincent Black: You’re another asshole straight out of Kalis’ pocket.

Shawn West: Hey, hey now. Don’t worry, if you really want to get yourself killed in a handicap match come back next week and we’ll see what we can work out.

West sips his whiskey, smiles and waves off security.

Vincent Black: Fuck you.

Black gets hauled off by a bunch of security guards, and West just turns around to go back into his office.

Shawn West: No thanks.

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*****Non Title Match*****
*****Jamie Flynn versus Virgil Keenan*****

The match starts uncharacteristically of the Rebel wrestling environment as Virgil and Jamie swiftly circle each other, eyes locked. Timidly moving towards each other Virgil offers a hand, test of strength. The champion knows he’s bigger and likely stronger than his opponent. Jamie accepts the lock only to twirl the arm into an arm wrench. Jamie drops a few elbows and twirls into a drop toe hold, rolling through, and over Virgil for a side headlock. Virgil swiftly rolls the move and plants Jamie on his shoulders for a one count. Jamie rolls it back to the stationary headlock. Another counter attempt and Virgil brings it to a vertical stance before elbowing his opponent a few time and sweeping him to the ground where he swiftly stomps the knee.

Jamie scurries away and gets back to his feet where Virgil is already upon him with a back hand chop across the chest. Jamie stagger back be retorts with a guttural kick. The two exchange blows until Jamie gets the upper hand and whips Virgil into the ropes. The champ comes back with a nasty dropkick to the knee, which causes Flynn to topple over head and crash on the mat. Virgil capitalizes on the knee; grabbing the limb and jerking it around violently, stomping it, and stretching it. Flynn fights it off with a few kicks before getting to his feet. Virgil bursts forward and attempts a clothesline only for the skilled competitor to duck
and lift the oncoming momentum up into the air and down on the top rope with a flap jack.

With Virgil squirming on the mat Jamie takes his advantage and brings the champion to his feet, slapping him around with a few strikes before landing a snap suplex and rolling senton combination. Upon lifting Virgil for the next move the champion wrestler drops with a jawbreaker and staggers Jamie into the ropes. A mere second later Flynn is dropped to his back from a knee clip. Keenan keeps a focus on the knee as he lays the leg on the bottom rope and stomps the Jesus out of it, followed by a knee drop.

Jamie tries several time to regain his composer and get back to his feet, but Virgil uses his strategy and the weakening knee to his advantage. When Keenan attempts to bring Jamie to his feet himself and jam him in the corner he counters with a slicing kick to the ribs. Virgil coughs and cradles his side, only for another kick, another. And a final combination superkick that gets caught! Virgil dragon screws the leg and cripples Jaime onto the ground. The fans start chanting for blood and weapons. So why the hell not. Virgil rolls out of the ring and grabs a black folding chair from ringside. ONLY TO TURN INTO A SUICIDE DIVE!
Jamie staggers to his feet and grabs the dropped chair, slamming it a few times vengefully onto Keenan’s back. 3 shots and the new Rebel-pro member looks to find more inventive methods of attack. Tossing up the ring apron he finds nearly bazillion different weapons. It is Rebel-pro after all. A random sack of something is pulled out and Jamie sneaks a peek inside out of curiosity. He smirks. Turning around to his opponent Jamie takes the bag and slams it into the arm of a rising champion who cries in pain as he tries to get away. Another shot to his back and Virgil screeches in pain. The bag starts to rip open; dropping shards of class on the ground. Keenan leans against a barrier when Flynn makes another slam attempt only to miss when the champ side steps and brings a knee up into the sternum. A few repeated shots and Keenan rams Flynn into the steel turnbuckle pole on the outside.

Jamie is dazed as his head get repeatedly slammed into the steel before being rolled into the ring. Virgil retrieves the Chair again, coupled with a second one and returns to the ring when he stabs it down on Jamie’s knee. Jamie clenches the knee before he’s brought to his feet and whips across the ring. On his return Virgil bluntly slams the chair into the leg. Jamie flips head over heel onto the mat grasping at his leg with an “ooo00o0o” chant starting at the harsh move. Jamie is having a hard time here with the champ and rightfully so, but he needs a quick counter an advantage which he makes for himself. Virgil is setting a chair up into the corner and whips Jamie into it, only or Flynn to swiftly counter and send the champ head over heels into the chair, landing on his head and leaning into the turnbuckle awkwardly.

Jamie rubs his leg almost apologizing before hitting the ropes and racing back, diving into the champion with a missile drop kick. Keenan falls out of the corner almost onto his opponent holing his face in agony. Flynn staggers to his feet, retrieving the second chair and stabs it down on Keenan’s finger! A scream of pain and Virgil grasps his finger gawking at it pain. In irony Jamie stabs the leg with the chair before bluntly tossing it at the champion. Mostly concerned with his finger Keenan drags himself to his feet via the ropes, favouring the finger. This wasn’t the wisest idea as the bulls-eye isn’t lost on Jamie who viciously grabs the finger and twists it back grossly. Virgil in pain reacts in a flail, smashing his fists into Jamie’s nose! Shot after shot Virgil unloads until the reaction of pain makes the man stagger back holding the impact point. Keenan holds his finger which at this point might actually be broken, which gives Jamie a small time to recover where he attempts another attack charging at the champion, only to be hoisted and tossed over head to the outside! Only to land skilfully on the apron, unbeknownst to the champion to tends to his finger. SPRING BOARD WHEEL KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Keenan looks knocked the FUCK out as Jamie makes a cover.

1.

2.

Th- Kickout!

Jamie looks frustrated with the near count but doesn’t fret as he exits the ring in search for new weapons. A moment later, Jamie finds himself a barbed wire spool. Agreeing with his discovery Jamie rolls into the ring, loosening up a meter of the wire. Keenan starts moving to his feet only to find himself the victim of several whips into his back! The blood begins to seep out is random small lacerations throughout the back. Keenan manages to get to his feet and avoid a shot, side step another, and roll out of the ring. Jamie whips of the top rope and misses again as Keenan holds his back in pain standing on the ramp. Jamie doesn’t give a shit though as he wraps his elbow in the wire, hitting the ropes and returning for another SUICIDE DI- BAG OF GLASS TO THE FUCKING FACE. The momentum carries through and they both crash on the ramp!

Jamie rolls around holding his face as his brow begins to bleed all over the steel ramp. Virgil brings himself back up and smirks to himself. Grabbing the spool of wire, Keenan wraps it around the leg of his opponent. Before Jamie and realize much of what is going on Keenan proceeds to pull on one end of the wire and then alternating to the other end of the wire. The barbed wire slices through the pant leg and rips the holy high hell out of the leg until Jamie fights back with a few weak kicks. Getting to his feet Flynn staggers around, heading up the ramp to create distance. Virgil reaches into the fans and gets a chair for his efforts. The fans love the blood and cheer the champion and Jamie on in their lovely Rebel Showdown.

Virgil slams the chair on the steel ramp before heading up the structure looking to connect with a vicious shot, only for Jamie to swiftly come out of nowhere with a step up hurricanranna! Keenan lands rough on his back with impact, putting him down long enough for Flynn to return to the ring on a limp. It takes a moment but Keenan follows him back with the chair. The wire is still wrapped around Jamies knee, but it doesn’t phase him much as he continues to wrap the leg turning it into a weapon. Virgil slides into the ring and Jamie is quickly upon him with stomps and pummelling his elbows into the opponent. Flynn drags him to his feet and hoists the champion up on his shoulders for a gut buster! Virgil squirms around the ring holding his stomach.
Flynn brings his leg into the battle again when he sits Keenan up and soccer kicks him in the back! the barbed wire cuts and splices as he kicks over and over, finishing off with a bounce in the ropes and a Shinning wizard.

1.

2.

Thr- No.

Flynn starts feeling a little irritated. Wanting to end the match the wrestler looks to the top rope. He signals for it and the fans go wild. Keenan looks to stir, which is perfect as the aerialist starts to climb the ropes. Perched atop the ropes like a vigilante Flynn waits to finish the match. Keenan makes it to his feet and staggers around the ring before turning to Flynn who DEVIL PLA- His leg gives out! Flynn plants himself ace first on the canvas rolling around in pain! Keenan flinches as his heart nearly shot out through his chest. But with the fall Virgil smiles and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Flynn by his legs, pulling him violently into the poll, right between the legs. Flynn holds his gonads as Keenan sets up the legs around the steel. FIGURE OUR LEG LOCK! Jamie thrashes and bashes around the ring as Virgil hangs off the apron, crushing the leg! It’s perfectly legal!
The ref asks the wrestler if he wants to tap. He refuses. Straight out refuses to tap. He grabs the ropes and clenches them as if they would help him in this situation. They won’t. Jamie smashes the canvas but he doesn’t tap. He looks for support from the fans and doesn’t find it. Keenan keeps yelling at the man to tap. Tap. Tap. Tap tap. The words drill into his head but he won’t do it! Luckly, the barbed wire leg that rubs up against Keenan’s in this hold starts tarring and wounding the champion, causing him to let the hold go. But the damage is done.

Virgil gets back into the ring and bellows out a chant. The masked man signals for the burning hammer! Flynn crawls away and grabs the ropes. It’s the only way he can get to his feet at this point. His leg is basically dead at this point. Keenan smirks through his mask as he gives a vicious kick to the wounded leg and topples Flynn to his knee. Keenan grabs the star by the hair and lifts him up onto his shoulders! Walking away from the ropes. POW!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

THREE COUNT. FLYNN WINS!

Jamie counters the burning hammer into a sunset flip pin!!

Jamie rolls out of the ring and smiles arrogantly to the champion in the ring. Flynn lifts his hand up and signals that he was “That close.” Keenan looks vicious angry, getting to his feet and kicking the bottom rope. The only saving grace is that he is still a champion. That, and Jamie stumbles with each step. The winner limps his victory walk up the ramp. The champ was so close to pulling out the victory but this match belongs to Jamie Flynn.

*****All Hail*****

We fade away from the arena, and the camera shows us a scene right outside of a Boston hospital. A quick flash, and we find ourselves within this medical institution.

Simon Kalis: Hey…

We see Kalis hold his hand up in a salute, very forcefully. He’s obviously out of his coma now, but he is still hooked up to all sorts of equipment. Masakazu is there, leaning up against the wall next to Simon’s bed.

Masakazu: He’s always trying to look pretty for old friends, isn’t he?

The visitor scoffs.

Visitor: You never knew when to tone it down, did you?

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: Never, brother.

Kalis gingerly reaches into his dresser next to him, grabbing out a pack of smokes. The visitor, who we can only see from behind, shakes his head.

Visitor: So you couldn’t manage to keep yourself alive long enough to welcome me.

Simon Kalis: No, but I will anyways.

He lights his cigarette as the visitor drops a large beige envelope onto his bed.

Visitor: Figure you might want to see that.

Masakazu: Is that what I think it is?

Kalis taps the envelope and smirks. The visitor nods.

Simon Kalis: Welcome to REBEL Pro, my old friend.

*****Burning Bridges*****

As we fade to the REBEL Pro logo, followed by the AoWF logo… There is suddenly a flash that stays on screen for a few moments.

Fade away…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Loren N. Chill defeats Larry Gordon and pawns off the Fecal Beagle title to him
Loren Chill defeats “Bobby J”, and advances into the mystery tournament of doom!
Larry Gordon defeats Bobby Lee, and Bobby Lee gets his Fecal Beagle title back!
Finale defeats Jaice Wilds, and the Stabfest ‘11 comes to REBEL Pro
Jamie Flynn defeats Virgil Keenan in a tight match up.

*****Safety First*****

The camera fades in on a conversation already happening, between Vincent Black and Larry Gordon. Gordon has a manila folder in his hand. Vincent’s face is still swollen and bruised, although slightly less than last week.

LARRY: “Vince, I’m sorry. Our fight doctor has told me you aren’t cleared. She won’t clear you for at least two months, and not until the injury is healed.”

Black yells.

VINCENT: “I’m a fucking REBEL champion, Larry! Are you gonna screw Bubba out of his partner? I know you’ve been sick and all, but I know you know good business sense when you see it. Hardcore Entertainment is excellent fucking business, Larry. Don’t make us drop these belts because fucking Rocky whoever-the-fuck he is tried to make a point.”

Larry Gordon looks down, and sighs.

Larry: “Sorry, Vincent. Your safety is important to me. I don’t need ya getting further injured in my ring, or worse, dyin’!”

Black sighs heavily. After a moment of quiet, Vincent speaks.

VINCENT: “Fine, if you won’t let me fight, I’m gonna go tell the fans.”

Black turns and walks away from the majority owner of REBEL.

*****The Black & Yellow Edition*****

We fade backstage to find Simon Kalis on the phone.

Simon Kalis: Yes, yes. We’re very happy to start this official partnership with Fecal Beagle and your… Lovely, beer.

He pauses and nods, smiling.

Simon Kalis: Yes well, I figure Robinson and the PWA can all fuck themselves. Grizzly Beer has nothing on Fecal Beagle.

Simon chuckles as he pauses to hear the other guy on the phone.

Simon Kalis: Yes, Loren will be doing it. No problem. Thanks for the money, guys.

There’s a pause, and then Kalis hangs up the phone satisfied.

*****Carbomb*****

Before Jenny Jersey can announce the first match, “Carbomb” by The Acacia STrain hits the speakers, and the crowd cialis on alcohol goes nuts. Out from the back comes Vincent Black, wearing a casual dress shirt and khaki pants. Hops on the apron, steps over the top rope, and Jenny gives him the microphone.

LINZI MARTIN: “The big man with a microphone, apparently he has something to say, Mr. Gordon.”

LARRY GORDON: “Please, you can call me Larry, sweetheart.”

VINCENT: “I don’t remember the last time I was in Pittsburgh-”

The crowd pops loud.

VINCENT: “But I don’t think it’s been as wild as it is tonight!”

Another big pop, larger than the last.

LARRY GORDON: “Buttering ‘em up before the big let down.”

LINZI MARTIN: “Huh?”

VINCENT BLACK: “But, I have some news. REBEL doctors have told me that, after Rocky Logan put a hurting on my protected orbital bone. Now, it didn’t do much damage, but the doc noticed it did damage at all, so I’ve been told…”

Black sighs.

VINCENT BLACK: “I’ve been told that I’m not cleared to wrestle until the injury is healed.”

LINZI MARTIN: “What?! Mr. Gordon?”

The crowd boos hard, and Vincent nods his head with them.

VINCENT BLACK: “I know, it rocked me, too. But I’m going to fucking fight it.”

The crowd explodes.

VINCENT BLACK: “I’m one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions! I’m the biggest man in REBEL. I’m a fucking REBEL legend, and Icon, and I don’t leave the ring until I fucking feel like it. And since there are legal strings I need to pull, you bet your fucking ass I will!”

“Carbomb” hits and Vincent throws his microphone down, and the crowd goes nuts. He hops over the top rope, out of the ring, and to the back.

*****Dodo-A-Gogo versus Golden Inferno*****

Before the bell can sound on our super exciting tag match, Emilee Corlen gets herself a mic and slides into the ring.

Linzi Martin: Fuck this shit.

Emilee marches right up to Lisa and waggles a finger in her face.

Emlee Korlin: Listen here you stupid ugly bitch.

The crowd gasp cialis 40 at the inevitable horror that is to come while Jeremy Gold lowers himself deep into a corner and does his best not to exist. Why he keeps signing up for these matches is beyond me. Never the less he did and now Emlee is doing her best to get them both killed.

Emlee Korlin: I’m not fat you skin sack! I’m luscious! I’m the number one playgirl bunny in the whole universe, I’ve got minus 11% bodyfat and all my friends say I’m the hottest man whoever lived. And anyone who says otherwise is just jealous! Jealous!

Emlee does some rage stomps and the earth starts to crack.

Emlee Korlin: You all just can’t stand that I’m a two time world champion without ever having to win either of them and with a grand total of no defences! On one of them I’m even the shortest reigning champ in history! In BWF! A place where everyone sucked a fuck even when we had shitty food themed guys falling out our asses! I’m right up there with Toco and the Canadian Hero and Hyptreme and all these other faceless faggots no wrestling fan even remembers and all you sad bastards are just jealous of my hotness and success and hotness and success! I’m the best wrestler in the how long is a viagra good for entire AoWF, even though I got driven out of every other company except for the one where wrestle-family had their name above the door! And even though I promptly got my ass kicked and then beaten by the flakiest fuck in the entire community, I’m still their top star by default!

Lisa leans back out of her cheeseburger breath and Anna Mathews experiences what it’s like to not be the strangest person in a room. She does however seem to be chomping at the bit to get things on.

Emlee Korlin: I’ve lost the world title twice but I keep getting free rematches because there’s no canadian pharmacy website one else to give them too and you people are all just jealous that you didn’t get there before me and get to call yourselves world champion with wins over the Big O and Big nObody else of consequence and I’m tired of that attitude and therefore I quit unless someone in here wants to give me a free belt right this fucking second because I’m too fat and lazy to go win and hold one on my own!

Emlee then flexes her bingo wings for good measure before having half her face ripped off in a Roundhouse Kick. Apparently we’re wrestling now.

Larry Gordon: And there’s the bell!

Linzi Martin: Tell the time keeper not to bother getting comfortable.

Emlee goes down in a heap and it takes both Dodos and a ton of mental determination to get her back up. Never the less they do and suddenly Emlee finds herself being pin-balled back and forth between the two on the end of some vicious kicks. Anna then finishes her spiel by sending Emlee forward to Lisa who lands a Standing Pump kick into her chest and rides it to the mat. Emlee then coughs up some blood and everyone watching realises this probably wasn’t as funny an idea as it originally seemed. Never the less the action continues when Lisa gets to the top-rope and Anna steps out to the apron. Lisa then coems off the top with a Double Knee, splattering what’s left of Emlee’s face around the room.

Linzi Martin: The Horror Pop! And I think that’s a painfully fitting description of what just happened there.

The referee goes to move in on the count but Lisa rolls off as Anna bounces up the ropes and sends herself flying forward with a 630 Senton, crushing the unfortunate beast on impact.

Linzi Martin: And now the Slash and Burn!

Larry Gordon: Is this what you people have done with the place I worked so hard to build that it almost killed me?

Linzi Martin: Well… sometimes they fight kangaroos.

The referee tries to cover again but apparently we’re not done as Lisa picks her up again and locks Emlee’s arm around the back of her head. From there she thumps her hard with a Heart Kick that would have buckled Emlee’s legs if she hadn’t found herself spun out to a standing position. Lisa then leaps up from behind with a Spinning Heelkick that rips through the back of her head while Anna twists in from the front and finishes her off with the Butterfly Kick. Sandwiched between both shots, Emlee’s brain explodes.

Larry Gordon: Least this didn’t drag on.

Emlee falls straight down and to her back. Anna meanwhile steps over and puts her foot into Lisa’s hands, which she in turn uses to toss her into the air and through a standing Phoenix Splash. It hits hard and Anna mercifully stays on for the cover.

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2

3

Larry Gordon: Thank Christ!

“Love Is All Around” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts jumps up on the speakers, which is good news for Jeremy Gold as it means they only have about a minute to get out of the ring. Never the less Lisa picks him up by the hair and sends the tears flying when she drops him with a Pimp Slap and then makes some disparaging remarks about how she came all the way to Cuntfuck, whatever State we’re in for this. Meanwhile Jeremy Gold goes down whimpering, which is really par for the course. Dodo-A-Gogo then celebrate a not so hard fought win. Good for them.

Linzi Martin: I think she’s dead.

*****Mystery Tournament: The First*****
*****J.T. Whiplash versus Justin Case*****

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 265 pounds… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

“Victory” by Puff Daddy hits the speakers and boos greet Justin Case, Hugh Aredone and Rocky Logan as they emerge from the curtain. Case looks Just 2 Talented like always as he struts to the ring, ignoring the booing fans and smiling confidently. He slides into the ring as Aredone and Logan take their spot at ringside, jarring with a few fans.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, from Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at 243 pounds… “THE CONFEDERATE COPPERHEAD” J.T. WHIPLASH!

Waiving a REBEL Pro flag, Whiplash walks down the aisle, slapping hands and pointing out to his fans as they roar and chant his name. Logan stands in his way but Whiplash walks right through him to the roar of the fans! He plants the flag in the turnbuckle and enters the ring. He runs back and forth across the ring then runs into the corner and calls for the bell.

DING DING!

Whiplash dances around the ring as Case stalks him. Whiplash seems full of energy tonight!

LARRY GORDON: Not bad for a fifty-one year old man!

LINZI MARTIN: If I’m ever a fifty year old man, I hope I look that good!

Whiplash runs in for the lock-up but Case gets him with a knee to the gut! Whiplash bends over, but Case pushes him back up with a chest chop. Whiplash stumbles back into the rope… but runs as Case with a clothesline. Ducked! Whiplash off of the ropes. Big back body drop sends Whiplash up and back down to the

mat. Whiplash stands immediately and backs into the corner. Case runs in for a splash! Whiplash dodges out of the way! Whiplash off of the ropes. Clothesline takes Case down! But he immediately stands back up. Whiplash whips him from corner to corner, reversed by Case… into a huge belly-to-belly suplex!

Whiplash immediately goes to the outside and falls to his knees. Logan walks over to him and kicks him in his side. Aredone does the same—but Whiplash grabs Aredone’s foot from underneath him and he falls to the ground! Logan pulls Whiplash to his feet. But Whiplash hits him with wild lefts and rights! REBEL ROPE-A-DOPE! Logan stumbles back. And Case uses the opportunity to launch himself through the ropes at Whiplash, tackling him into the guard rail!

LARRY GORDON: Say what you will about Justin Case, but I don’t know any other 265 pounder that consistently does things like that night in and night out!

LINZI MARTIN: I can’t argue with you, Larry. He’s a one-of-a-kind talent.

With the help of Logan, Case gets to his feet. He picks Whiplash up. Fisherman’s suplex… ON THE CEMENT! Whiplash cries out, holding his back. Case picks him up slowly, cockily looking out at the crowd. He hooks him for a back suplex. Elbows from Whiplash! Elbows! HE TURNS IT INTO A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP OUT OF NOWHERE! And before Case realizes it, Whiplash has him back to his feet with a BRAINBUSTER ON THE CEMENT!

LARRY GORDON: What heart J.T. Whiplash has!

Whiplash gets to his feet, pointing out at the fans who rally behind him. Whiplash reaches under the ring. HE HAS BARBED WIRE! He shows it to the fans who roar their approval. Aredone runs at him but Whiplash socks him with the barbed wire fist! Same for Logan! He begins wrapping his kneepad in the barbed wire! They start chanting!

COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE!

Case starts to stand… Whiplash runs at him with a knee lift that sends him back down and pierces his chest! He picks Case back up… COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE! The fans go crazy! Here comes Logan with a steel chair across the back! Whiplash turns around… steel chair to the skull! Case wipes the blood from his forehead and eyes. He picks Whiplash up. He looks PISSED that Whiplash just broke his talented skin. Back suplex! Rolls through… a SECOND! Rolls through… a THIRD! THIS TIME WHIPLASH LANDS ON HIS HEAD! ON THE CEMENT!

LARRY GORDON: My God, I know J.T. Whiplash, I know him damn well, and I gotta say it’s hurting my head to see what just happened to him! His head—first the steel chair, and then… my god I think Case BROKE THE DAMN MAN!

LINZI MARTIN: He isn’t moving, that’s for sure.

Justin Case looks out at the booing fans and smiles, knowing he just did a highlight reel move to one of REBEL’s legends.

LARRY GORDON: Justin Case might just win this tournament if he continues to moves like that!

Case rolls Whiplash into the ring. Whiplash seems to be knocked cold. Case applies the GAMEBREAKER! THE GAMEBREAKER! The referee asks Whiplash if he taps but he isn’t responsive. The ref has no choice. He lifts Whiplash’s hand once.

Twice.

Three times!

It’s over!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

*****Johnny, Tell’em What’s He Won!*****

As Justin Case has his hand raised in victory, “Indestructible” by Disturbed begins to play over the speakers. J.T. Whiplash disappears backstage in all the commotion, as Simon Kalis steps out with a microphone in hand.

Simon Kalis: Congratulations Justin. You’ve taken the first step down a pretty prestigious path, and I’m sure you’re wondering what this tournament is about.

The crowd cheers, as Case just nods in Kalis’ direction.

Simon Kalis: I know I promised to reveal what it was this week. Thing is… I like surprises. So I figure we’ll just keep it a secret.

The crowd boos a bit, they really wanted to know what the big deal was! Case, cocky and confident, just shrugs it off.

Simon Kalis: But know this, the reward for the winner will be worth it.

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Mikey Massacre versus Loren N. Chill©*****

The scene returns to the ring where “The Outsider [Apocalypse Mix]” by A Perfect Circle begins playing throughout the arena. A mixed reaction from the fans as Loren N. Chill emerges from the entranceway with a Fecal Beagle in one hand while the other secures the Curtain Jerker Championship on his shoulder.

Larry Gordon: One of REBEL Pro’s latest acquisitions, Loren N. Chill making his way to the ring.

Loren takes a sip of the Fecal Beagle as he makes his way down the aisle, nearly vomiting after the first drink. He throws the opened can of beer out across the audience before using his shirt to wipe off his tongue, leaving a brown spot on his shirt.

Once he reaches the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope and retrieves the microphone from Jenny Jersey. The music stops and we’re left with the slight roar of the audience.

Loren N. Chill: I’ve got a lot to do and a very small time allotment to do it in. So, it’s right down to business.

He turns and points to the announcer table.

Loren N. Chill: Larry Gordon… come on down!

Larry Gordon: I guess I’ve got to go.

We hear his headset hit the announcer table, the chant of “Larry” fills the arena as he walks up the steps and enters the ring, taking a place next to Loren.

Loren N. Chill: I told the fans, just as I told REBEL Pro that you and I had never been formally introduced and it was one of the more important items on my list tonight. — Let me start off by giving you this card I picked out for you at [CONTENT MISSING].

Loren reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out a blue envelope, he hands it to Gordon who immediately starts opening it.

Loren N. Chill: You’re going to love it. I promise.

Gordon keeps tearing away at the envelope, finally pull the card out and flipping it over to reveal a picture of Loren giving him a double middle-finger. The fans ignite with a ‘boo’ as Gordon tosses the card to the ground.

Loren N. Chill: Don’t do that! You haven’t even opened it to read the inside, who knows, there could even be money!

Loren waits for Gordon to pick the card up. Gordon opens the card and the words, “FUCK YOU!” are bolded in red. Gordon tears the card up into pieces before throwing them in Loren’s face. Loren just gives a coy smile.

Loren N. Chill: You see Gordon, I don’t like you. It’s pretty obvious after that little display and I can only hope that you don’t like me just as much, if not more. Now, as for my reason for not liking, it is staring you in the face.

Loren points to the Curtain Jerker Championship on his shoulder.

Loren N. Chill: While most people want to blame Jeremy Gold for ‘recognizing’ this title, or blame Simon Kalis for not overturning Gold’s decision, the fact remains: this title wouldn’t even be in existence if it weren’t for you. In what appeared to be an act of kindness, you generously handed this title over to Bobby Lee and knowing how that kid’s head operates, he thought the world of it. Thought the world of you. But me, I set him free. I took this “kick me” sign off his back and look at him now. He’s actually got two wins to his credit now, both of those thanks in part to me. THAT is a gift.

Loren starts circling the ring, circling Gordon.

Loren N. Chill: Now that I have the title, everyone has began wondering what exactly I’m intend to do with it. Am I going to pawn it off on the first legitimate threat? Am I going to give it back to Bobby Lee? Or am I simply just going to keep it and defend it with every fiber of my being? — The answer to these questions are all, T-B-D. However, what isn’t waiting to be determined is my second order of business and that is renaming this title. Curtain Jerker Championship makes it sound like we’re having a circle jerk backstage with Emily Corlen as the pivot man, first one to deliver the money shot wins. Granted, we are doing that on a weekly basis, but it’s not for the title.

Linzi Martin: I wanted to be the pivot man. *sad face*

Loren N. Chill: From this moment forward, this title will be recognized as the Fecal Beagle Championship. You want to know why? Because it is nothing more than a remanufactured PIECE!! OF!! SHIT!!

Loren takes the title off his shoulder and throws it at Gordon, who follies it and it falls to the mat at his feet. Loren takes a step towards Gordon, putting him on his guard.

Loren N. Chill: Don’t worry. I’m not going to hit you. Not yet, anyway.

‘Boos’ erupt from the crowd.

Loren N. Chill: Lastly, I’m going to turn your little joke of a title into something worth a damn. Turn “shit into gold”, literally, so to speak.

Loren walks alcohol en viagra over to the side of the ring, the camera changes angles to see Dennis Reveni holding a briefcase which he throws towards viagra cialis levitra trial pack the ring. Loren manages to catch it and props it up in the corner behind Larry Gordon.

Loren N. Chill: Go ahead, take a look.

Gordon opens the briefcase and pulls out a real metal-plated title with leather strap. It carries the Fecal Beagle pup in the center, the metal-plating is made of copper.

Loren N. Chill: Isn’t she a beauty? Tell you what, why don’t you take that back to your announcer table and after I’m through with Mikey Massacre, I’ll let you do me the honor of putting it around my waist.

Loren gets nose to nose with Gordon.

Loren N. Chill: Welcome back, Larry.

Loren flips the microphone out of his hand, hitting Gordon in the chest with it before retreating to a corner, waiting for the start of his match. Gordon exits the ring, returning to his seat. Just as Jenny Jersey begins to announce Mikey’s entrance.

“Heavy Metal Machine” plays throughout the arena and appearing in the entranceway appears Mikey Massacre. Before Jenny Jersey can even begin announcing him, he rushes the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Once he gets to his feet, he delivers a lariat to Chill which sends him to the mat. The music finally stops playing and the bell sounds.

* DING * DING * DING pharmacy checker canada *

Mikey Massacre picks Chill up to his feet and whips him across the ring, trying for a clothesline but Chill ducks. Coming off the opposite ropes, Chill tries for a flying cross body but gets caught like a small child by Mikey. Mikey delivers a backbreaker and showboats to the crowd, while the backbreaker seems to have no effect as Chill quickly gets right back up to his feet.

Chill waits for Mikey to turn around before delivering a boot to his stomach, a hard right to the head, another kick to the stomach and then a single-leg takedown. With Massacre on the mat, Chill goes for a figure-four but Massacre retreats into the ropes making it impossible.

Massacre gets to his feet, and the two circle one another before clashing into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Massacre delivers a rake to the eyes, as Chill stumbles blindly about the ring Massacre delivers a boot of his own to Chill’s stomach. Pushing Chill up against the ropes, Massacre tries for a clothesline, but Chill ducks it and counters by backbody dropping Massacre to the outside floor.

Chill follows Massacre out, kicking him again in the stomach before smashing Massacre’s face into the guard rail around the ring area. As Chill goes to follow up, Massacre quickly delivers a hard right hand to the side of Chill’s head that sends him reeling backwards. Massacre gives pursuit, grabbing Chill and attempting to Irish whip him into the ringpost, but Chill reverses. Massacre hits the turnbuckle with a authority.

Massacre climbs back into the ring, but Chill wastes no time getting in himself and quickly locking Massacre up in a wristlock in the center of the ring. Massacre shuts out the pain and slowly starts to stand but Chill starts delivering forearm shots to Massacre’s back, keeping him down. Eventually Massacre gets to his feet and is able to break viagra generic the hold with a kick to the stomach, then clamping on a side headlock.

With a headlock takedown, he puts Chill onto the mat but Chill quickly grabs Massacre’s head with a head scissors. Mikey shows off his agility by nipping up and spins Chill out of his boots with another vicious clothesline.

With Chill on the mat, crawling, Massacre starts to deliver kicks to the side of his head. Chill finally getting to his feet, only to get Irish whipped across the ring and taken back down with a power slam. Massacre goes for the cover.

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Massacre pulls Chill and props him against the ropes. Driving his knees into his stomach a few times before delivering a couple of hard uppercuts. Choking Chill, he backs him up into a corner before Irish whipping him to the adjacent corner, but Chill reverses and comes charging full steam and goes for a spear but Massacre side steps him. Chill tackles the ringpost with authority and gets dumped out onto the apron by Massacre.

Once Chill stands, Massacre bends his neck over the top rope and starts clubbing at his chest with more forearm shots. Chill stumbles along the apron as Massacre turns his back and plays off to the REBEL Pro fans who begin cheering. But are they cheering for him? Or because Chill has started to climb the turnbuckle?

Massacre turns around as Chill comes off the top rope with a flying cross body, but Massacre carries the momentum over into a pin of his own, hooking Chill’s leg.

1!

2!

3!!!

* DING * DING * DING *

“Heavy Metal Machine” plays throughout the arena and Mikey begins to celebrate until he sees the referee place the Fecal Beagle Championship onto Loren’s waist. The idea of losing even though you won, the thought drives Mikey insane. He grabs the referee and spikes his face into the canvas and then picks him up and throws him over the top rope to the outside, the poor referees face bashing against the steel steps. Mikey hops out of the ring and cusses out the fans but security arrives quickly this time to make sure he doesn’t do any more damage.

*****Getting The Band Back Together*****

We fade backstage, again to Simon’s office.

Simon Kalis: Yeah. Well I look forward to it, brother. You finally coming to the AoWF, let alone REBEL Pro… It changes things.

Simon ashes his cigarette and nods.

Simon Kalis: I know. Well. We’ll show them how it’s done. Don’t worry.

He pauses again.

Simon Kalis: I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, but I’ll see you soon then man.

Kalis hangs up the phone and finally notices the cameras. He doesn’t do a thing but shrug, smile and offer a peace sign as we fade to ringside.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Virgil Keenan versus Jaice Wilds versus Violet Harper©*****

1!

2!!

BREAK! Virgil breaks the count.

Linzi Martin: This is going to be a lot of back and forth I bet.

Larry Gordon: Each one of them wants that Aggression title, Linzi.

Virgil lifts Harper up and grapples, and begins kneeing her repeatedly in the stomach and chest as Jaice Wilds slides out of the ring and begins searching for some extra firepower. Violet twists herself out of the grapple and hit’s a shining wizard on Virgil, taking him down to the canvas. She then falls back, hitting a dropkick to his face as he sits up and putting him back down.

Larry Gordon: That’s why she’s been Aggression Champion. She knows how to get herself out of sticky situations.

Linzi Martin: Oh my, Larry.

Larry Gordon: What? I didn’t mean it anything like that!

Linzi Martin: Sure you didn’t.

Jaice has a steel chair and decides to take the time to wrap it up in some barbed wire as Violet comes off the ropes with an asai moonsault on Keenan. She covers!

1!

Jaice finishes wrapping the chair in barbed wire.

2!!

Jaice slides back in.

Virgil puts the brass knuckles on over his fist and clenches, staring vengefully at Jaice for what happened a few short weeks ago. He slides back in the ring and stops Jaice from chaing Violet out of the ring and swings and knocks Wilds right across the face, busting open Wilds’ forehead immediately. Jaice hits the ropes but holds on, preventing himself from bouncing. Harper gets up and watches on from the outside, perhaps calculating her next move. Jaice says something inaudible to Keenan as he steps forward again, blood trickling down his face. Virgil doesn’t say a word but instead takes another swing and knocks Jaice right back into the ropes. Jaice falls to his knees and looks woozy as he looks back up at Virgil, who seems ready to finish knocking Jaice the fuck out.

Larry Gordon: Virgil better remember there’s someone else in this match.

Linzi Martin: SEXY TIME!!!

Violet slides back into the ring as Virgil raises his fist back high into the air over a woozy and bloodied Jaice Wilds. Violet picks up the barbed wire chair and taps Virgil with it from behind. Virgil spins around, and BANG! Violet brings the chair down hard over his face and he stumbles around a bit woozy himself now. Violet throws the chair at him, he catches it before it hits his face! Bicycle kick from Violet into the chair, right into Virgil’s face! He’s busted open now as he stumbles all the way into the ropes and Jaice uses his body to flip Virgil Keenan right over the top rope and onto the outside.

Larry Gordon: I get the feeling neither Jaice nor Violet appreciate Virgil Keenan in this match. He is the only one here who has never held REBEL Pro gold.

Linzi Martin: You’re probably right. Virgil comes off as such an asshole to everyone, but I do think he’s kinda funny too.

Jaice is back up and he knee drops his right knee into Harper’s throat after grabbing her and bringing her down, before picking her up by her long hair and whipping her into the ropes. He kneels forward as if to throw her up but she stops the momentum, and lands a vicious kick into Jaice Wild’s chest. he stumbles back as she runs, jumps and hits a shoulder block into his face. Wilds bounces off the ropes and The Aggression Champion follows up with an implant DDT taking Jaice to the canvas hard face first. She’s on her feet once again as is Jaice but he remains wobbly. She kicks him in the mid section and lands a vicious spinning neck breaker taking them both to the canvas. She quickly pulls him forward, wrapping her legs around him as she covers him. It looks like a fun place to be though, trust me.

1!

2!!

THREEE-NO! JAICE KICKS OUT!

Larry Gordon: And Violet nearly ends this match.

Linzi Martin: Jaice was so lucky to have her…So close. I mean. Yeah.

Violet gets to her feet and puts the barbed wire chair down on Jaice Wilds’ chest. Virgil Keenan disappears under the ring now, doing who knows what. Violet climbs to the top rope. She stands up precariously, but then flies off with a Corckscrew 630 Senton, landing between the chair and Jaice, hurting both of them tremendously.

Larry Gordon: See how is she not REBEL Pro material? Sacrificing her own body for victory.

Linzi Martin: I don’t know, ask Mikey.

Violet covers!

1!

The ring starts shifting near them? I mean it looks like something is banging against it from underneath trying to rip it open.

2!!

VIRGIL FUCKING BREAKS THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF THE RING WITH A LEAD PIPE WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! What a nut! He just made a huge hole in the ring!

3!!!

NO!!! VIRGIL CRACKS VIOLET IN THE HEAD WITH THAT PIPE!

Linzi Martin: I’ve NEVER seen that!

Larry Gordon: He just bought himself a ring.

Virgil pulls himself up and as Jaice Wilds comes to, Virgil with a lung blower on Jaice Wilds! Jaice rolls away. But Violet Harper is up and she takes Virgil down with a bridged German suplex! The cover!

1!

Jaice Wilds hops up onto the top rope!

2!!

He’s wobbly, but…

THREEEE-NO!! JAICE WILDS WITH AERIAL ACE ON VIOLET HARPER!!!

Linzi Martin: Oh SHI

Jaice Wilds throws Violet off of Virgil and covers!!!

1!!

Virgil realizes what’s going on!

2!!!

Nuh uh he says!

3!!!!

NO! Virgil “accidentally” grabs onto the referee and uses him to get to his feet, ruining the count. Violet Harper rolls away as Jaice gets to his feet and starts arguing with Virgil. Violet Harper recovers and slides out of the ring as Jaice and Virgil begin pushing each other around, the referee still recovering. Violet returns, and she’s found a canister of gas which she douses herself with.

Linzi Martin: Oh fuck. Violet!

Harper sets herself on fire as she gets to the top rope, Keenan throws himself back. Jaice turns around, A FIERY PURPLE HAZE ON JAICE WILDS!!! Violet Harper manages to roll around and put herself out. Virgil goes after her but she ducks and hits him with a spinning heel kick that sends him over the top rope. Violet covers!!!!

But there’s still no damn referee!

She gets to her feet and begins pushing the referee around to wake him up, and he does. Just as Jaice comes to and rolls her up in a schoolboy!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! Virgil Keenan pulls Jaice Wilds out of the ring and cracks him with the brass knuckles, before throwing Jaice right into the fans at front row. Virgil Keenan slides into the ring as Violet gets to her feet. Violet moves in for a move, but Virgil grabs her, throws her around… BURNING HAMMER!!! BURNING HAMMER ON VIOLET HARPER!

1!

2!!

Jaice finally gets to the ring, but…

3!!!

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: What an upset!!!

Linzi Martin: NO!!! NO!!!! VIOLET!!! SEXY TIME CAN’T END!!!

Virgil is handed the Aggression title which he raises high in the air.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEW REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…. VIRGIL KEEEEEEENAAAAAAAAN!!!!!

Confetti and shit starts to come down from the rafters like we’re Victory Wrestling here as Virgil climbs up to the turnbuckle and raises the title. Violet looks up, she can’t believe what’s happened and Jaice points up at Virgil and lets him know this is far from over.

Larry Gordon: The reign of Sexy Time, finally, comes to an end.

Linzi Martin: I’m gonna cry, Larry. Hold me!

Linzi throws herself on Larry, forgetting his heart condition as she wraps her legs all on him.

Larry Gordon: My oh my.

*****Chaos*****

The shot cuts to backstage, where Justin Case and Rocky Logan are talking in the locker room. Their driver busts in the room.

DRIVER: “Theres….. a…. there’s a bulldozer…. the limo!”

The scene cuts to a bulldozer going at full speed as it crashes into a huge black limousine. The camera shows an Order of Chaos emblem on the hood. The driver steps out of the bulldozer.

It’s Vincent Black. He has a genuine look of surprise on his face.

VINCENT: “Oops.”

He gets back in the bulldozer, and pushes the limo out of the way, clearing the way for the white limousine near it. He revvs the throttle, and plows into the side of the other limo as fast as possible, pushing it hard into the side of the Mellon Arena. He backs the bulldozer up, and hits it again, crumpling the car even more. He gets out of the bulldozer, and starts walking towards the arena as Justin Case and Rocky Logan meet him head on.

A big boot lays out Justin Case, but Rocky Logan does a nice single leg takedown that puts Black on his back. Logan scrambles to the top position, and starts a ground and pound that instantly busts Vincent’s broken orbital bone area open, pouring blood. After a few shots to the face, Black reaches up and grabs Logan by the throat, tossing him off of Black. Black is up quickly, and Case connects with a toe kick to the midsection. Black doubles over, but comes up swinging with an uppercut that connects hard. Rocky attacks Vincent from behind, and Vincent spins to land a few punches. Justin Case attacks Black from behind.

Black is fighting back decently well, yet bleeding heavily from the cut under his arm. A huge headbutt sends Rocky to the ground, and here come the security guards. They step in, pulling Case away from Black, but not before Black lands a solid right that staggers Case. Black turns around as a stop sign posts hits him hard in the chest. He staggers back, and actually falls on his ass as security wrestle the sign post away from Rocky Logan. Black is up quickly, and security is trying to hold everyone back. Finally, Simon Kalis comes in with the manilla envelope.

Simon Kalis: “Fine, you want to fight? Put yourself on the shelf?? Fucking fine. That works for me.”

Kalis pulls out a lighter, and lights the folder on fire.

Simon Kalis: “It’s not official anymore. What IS official is a falls count anywhere match. Vincent Black versus Case Filed Rockets in Detroit. Black, you wanna play the tough guy game, here’s your chance.”

Black smiles through the blood, nodding his head. Case and Logan regroup, as Logan points at Vincent, talking trash, as Simon simply walks back into the arena and we fade off.

*****The Return?*****

Simon Kalis sighs as he makes his way through the hallway after trying to wrap his head around Vincent Black’s death wish. He turns a corner but stops dead in his tracks as he comes to his office door. There’s smoke billowing out from inside and we can see Jeremy Gold is knocked out cold, propped up against the wall near the office. Simon rushes over and pulls Gold away from the smoke, leaving him on the floor.

Linzi Martin: Jesus what now?!

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Kalis approaches the door to his office, and looks in to find everything is on fire inside. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it on one of the flames coming up before stepping back and closing the door. It’s then he sees something has been carved into the door itself. A message. He reads it, and smirks as he takes a drag off his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: So… You’re back.

He takes his right hand and pulls out his glass eye from his left eye socket, dropping it to the ground. He backs off and picks up Jeremy Gold, throwing him over his shoulder and calmly walking away.

The camera zooms in on the message on the door…

Matthew 18:9- And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Dodo-A-Gogo defeats Golden Inferno, killing Emlee Korlin in the process.
Justin Case defeats J.T. Whiplash, and finds himself one step closer to something. We think
Mikey Massacre defeats Loren Chill, and breaks shit again.
Virgil Keenan defeats Violet Harper & Jaice Wilds to become the new Aggression Champion