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Merry Time Massacre 2012: Blood in the Snow

Insert intro here.

The Comeback

We see Tony Edison and Erik Loomis sitting in the Williamsport High School gymnasium. Edison walks around and stares up at the banners, especially the one with his class on it, the 2004 Millionaires definitely were a force to be reckoned with. The high school basketball team is practicing in the background, and they seem to not even notice the two men across the gym from them.

Edison
It’s such a great feeling to

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be home. Home is where the heart is, after all, or so they say. They also said back in the day that I was too small to be a wrestler. But hey, I guess I got my point across now, didn’t I? Anyway, what brings me back here is that we are about a month in to high school basketball season, and I wanted to see how my boys were doing.

He looks around.

Edison
This gym though, it brings back quite a few old memories. Some memories best left forgotten, but also some memories that I’ll always remember. The same feeling ran through me when we returned to the Underground Arena, and I must admit that I’m surprised it hit me the way that it did. It hasn’t been all that long since the purchase, but you can just feel all the differences.

He sits on the bleachers next to Loomis, and the camera moves to the other side, so now the team practicing is behind the cameraman.

Edison
And now we travel to Quebec for the REBEL Pro Merrytime Massacre. Facing a team by the name of Might & Magic. I know nothing about these guys, but I know about Erik Loomis and myself.

Loomis looks into the camera.

Loomis
And what do we know about us? We know that we push shit to the limit, week after week. We fight our hearts out every time we go to that ring, and we are absolute warriors. We might not be the greatest in-ring performers, but we are good enough to get what we need.

Edison
And what we need now is to go out there and beat us some Magic ass. As far as being all “Pee Wee Herman” nice guy whatever Salazar talked about a few weeks back, things change. I still am a tough bastard, and I still am a great nice guy, but something had to give. I was taking my life pretty much nowhere, and I wasn’t letting my career end on a second tier level. So I’m going to do whatever I have to do, and beat whoever I have to beat. We will beat whoever we have to beat. This week it happens to be Might & Magic.

Edison and Loomis look at each other, then the camera.

Loomis
Guys, sorry about your luck.

Edison
See you in the ring.

Edison and Loomis go back to watching the practice, as the camera pans and cuts to black.

Tag Team Match

The Uproars versus Might & Magic

Insert match here.

Peanut Butter and Nachos

The scene opens up on the REBEL Pro locker room, Jaice Wilds taking a moment after his comeback match. He throws his ring attire into his bag, grinning as he takes in the air. He turns, noticing the camera.

Jaice Wilds: I gotta give it to Bobby. Guy has heart, maybe the biggest in the business. Win or lose- though, mostly lose- he brings 100% to the table every time. Bobby, I just want to say thanks for the match, it was fun. But now I set my sights on another opponent.

Jaice takes a moment, reaching into his locker and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. He reads it over quickly, then throws it in his pocket.

Jaice Wilds: Simon has given me a chance to prove myself again at Merry Time Massacre. And to do so, he’s placed me in a match against a new face. Mike Majere. I assume he’s one of those UX crossover guys, but I could be wrong. In any case, I haven’t a whole lot of subject matter on the guy, so the best I can do is say welcome.

Welcome, Mike, to the biggest match in your REBEL career. Welcome to Merry Time Massacre, where blood is spilled, sweat drops like rain and careers are altered forever. Welcome to the induction ceremony where you will find yourself baptized in a pool of your own blood, sacrificed to the Wrestling Gods for the entertainment of the masses. Welcome to the day of atonement, when you and your ilk will find yourselves standing in misery and wonder at the full power of this company. Welcome to the greatest challenge of your life, as you have been placed at the precipice of destruction. The cards have been dealt, and you have the chance- nay, the opportunity- to stare into the face of death.

Jaice takes a moment, breathing in. He grins, nodding.

Jaice Wilds: My name is Jaice Wilds. And you’ll come to find that I am the God of Annihilation in REBEL Pro. But that… well, that’s for another day, another time to find out. For now, take your moment in the sun as your last days pass by, allowing you rest and comfort. I’ll see you at Massacre.

Jaice laughs as he grabs his bag, heading for the door. The camera follows him until the door closes behind, leaving us with the view of… well, the camera in the mirror. Because apparently, that’s how we roll. Or something.

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Who’s The Boss?

The camera cuts backstage, in to an office, where Larry Gordon is sitting at his desk, several papers placed on it. Gordon is sitting at the desk with a phone up to his ear and a smile on his face. The camera man and Marvin Humperdink walk in to the office, recording the entire while; Gordon has his back to the camera and no idea he’s being recorded. Marvin, thinking about this soldiers on.

Marvin: Mr. Gordon?

Larry spins around.

Larry Gordon: I’ll talk with you later, but thanks for the good news.

Marvin raises an eyebrow as Gordon places the phone in the cradle.

Marvin: Good news sir?

Gordon nods.

Larry Gordon: It seems that Mr. Simon Kalis was a bit premature in his assumption that his bastard of a son was going to be running this show and that the Kalis Dynasty would have full control of Rebel Pro.

Gordon is sitting there with a smirk on his face and a very confident look.

Marvin: Sir? So, are you back in full control of Rebel Pro.

Larry chuckles a bit.

Larry Gordon: Not this week, but there will be some legalities that need to be ironed out, but rest assure Marvin, I will be back at the helm before too much longer. Perhaps even by Barbed Wire Massacre.

Marvin seems to shrink at this news, he knows that there will probably be a pay cut in it for him.

Marvin: That soon sir?

Gordon sneers.

Larry Gordon: What? You don’t want me running the show anymore?!

Marvin seems to be cowering now, afraid of what to answer.

Marvin: Its not that sir….

Larry Gordon: Then what is it Marvin? What is your problem with me running this company?

Marvin: Nothing sir.

Larry Gordon: Simon claims to have done so much for this company, have gotten them nationally recognized, but I’m the one that originally carried them to Afghanistan backed at Armed Assault! Simon says a lot of shit, but that is all it is… a lot of shit. He’s nothing more t han your typical gangsta slug or thug, either description fits.

Gordon seems to be getting in to it, but Marvin is looking a bit worried.

Larry Gordon: And he got nothing more than what he has had coming to him for years! Him helping me and my doctor bills?! The Phoenix’s money is what paid for that! He seems to think that his 49 percent trumphs my 51 percent, well… evidentally all of that cocain that he’s done has melted his already cruelly unintelligent brain to nothing more than sludge. I am the owner of Rebel Pro! I am the man who is going to run this business! I am the man who when I say jump, everyone is to say how high!

Gordon is really in to it.

Larry Gordon: I was content to sit back and let him book the matches, the cards, set every thing up… but he wasn’t content with all that. Kalis had to try and go behind my back and claim to gain control, giving it to his bastard of a son, if I ever stepped a toe ot of line… well that bastard Masakazu can meet the same sticky and unfortunate end that his father met… if he puts one toenail, one nappy hair strand… across my path.

A secondary camera is down the hallway, outside of Gordon’s office… Masakazu is standing right outside of Gordon’s office, leaning up against the wall and taking it all in.

Larry Gordon(from inside his office): Now, Marvin, get the hell out of my office before I severely reprimand you in to the unemployed line!

{fade}

Jamie Shields vs. “The Show” Chad Kurtis

It’s the return of the show and the beginning of the show, how cool is that? Chad and Jamie start going at it right off the bat, choosing to try to have a wrestling match at the beginning with Jamie getting the early advantage, showcasing his relentless style with strong backhands and uppercuts. Kurtis tried to fight back, and was able to duck a kick from Jamie and grab his now exposed head, driving him down to the mat with a ddt. Chad hit the ropes and landed a moon Sault off the middle rope for a two count. Jamie got up and when Chad came back for a dropkick, simply side stepped him and dropped an elbow on his chest. Jamie covered for two. Kurtis fought back to his feet and started striking Jamie, who was covering up. Chad went to the ropes again for the springboard, but he was caught by Jamie in mid rotation. Jamie hoisted him up upon his shoulders and drove Kurtis down to the mat with the Burning Hammer. Chad was out as Jamie pinned him for the 1 2 3.

Winner: Jamie Shields

What An Effect

Masakazu leans back, loosening the tie of his suit.

Masakazu: Listen. I know the history between us, hasn’t been well… The most cordial. Nor the most respectful.

There’s a man in the chair opposite Mas, but we cannot see him. He remains silent.

Masakazu: You being an Apostle of Ares, us being your sworn enemy and all that. But times are different.

Masakazu slides a portfolio towards the man and smiles.

Masakazu: Your contract is ready. That’s a given between us. But… Your place in The Order. I am apologizing on behalf of us, for all the wrong we wrought upon you and yours. Consider the bonus in the contract an act of reparations. We need you though. I won’t lie, I won’t sugar coat it. So… What’d you say?

We see the arm extend, the man quietly shaking Masakazu’s hand as we fade…

Triple Threat Match

Rocky Logan vs. Electra vs. Jack Spades

The match started fast and furious, with all three competitors showing why they were the proverbial best of the bunch in this three way. Rocky and Jack started going at it early, Electra trying to stay out of the way. Rocky dropped Jack on his head with a hard brain buster before turning his attention to Electra. She tried to flirt her way out of harm, but she was nailed in the face by a hard right. Jack attacked Rocky from behind, but he was kneed in the gut for his trouble. Rocky hit the ropes, but Jack low bridged him out of the ring! Electra nearly stole the victory after hitting Jack with her Butterfly Effect, but before she could get the three, Rocky Logan snuck up behind her and caught her with the Reckless Abandonment, leaving Electra with no choice but

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Chaotically Charming

Hey look! We’re backstage! Don’t you just love it when things like this happen out of nowhere? Meghan Strader sure doesn’t. I can tell because I’ve been stalking her for at least five minutes. The crowd pops as she swaggers towards her room, keeping a cautious eye out for any suspicious activity. Besides me, your cameraperson, there doesn’t seem to be any. How odd. Suddenly, she trips and nearly falls on a pair of stilts with moon boots on the ends.

Meghan : PuppetTeresa?!

PuppetTeresa: Win.

Meghan: What are you doing here?

PuppetTeresa: Wi-in win winny winner win.

The look on her face is one of cluelessness. It’s a shame she can’t translate retarded puppetese. Luckily, a head of rather yellow yarn hair and velvety awesome top hat peeks out from the cracked open door.

PuppetLiza: PuppetTeresa said she was trying to guard the door when she tripped on a quarter.

Then the dumb felt bitch realized who she was translating to.

PuppetLiza: Oh! We didn’t expect you this early!

With great haste, we’re finally allowed to see inside. The first thing to grasp our attention is two rather shifty members of Anna’s cult attempting to decorate with streamers. This job is difficult mainly because PuppetLisa is cracking a whip and saying really mean things. To the left, a new leather filled biker outfit is worn by a life sized statue of the Lady Strader. The right gives way to a shiny motorcycle, lovingly polished until specs of dust became afraid to touch it. And dead center standing on a rather wobbly stepladder, the Queen of the Dodos herself puts the finishing touches on yet another one of her edible masterpieces. She seems oblivious to everything as she shimmies to an imaginary song. As Meghan walks towards her, she notices the paper on the floor. Concert tickets galore. PuppetLisa shrugs.

PuppetLisa: Yeah. She tried finding a band, but nobody accepted the bribes. They didn’t really like my threats either. So she just bought tickets for everything evil, metal, and in between. I had to shoot her with a tranquilizer gun just to get her to stop. *CRACK!* Get back to work!

The men do, of course, resulting in one of them bumping the ladder. Anna flaps her arms trying to get her balance but ultimately falls. A look at Meghan seems to snap her out of her trance. A nervous giggle.

Anna: O hai.

Meghan: Hi… did you do this for me?

Anna smiles and nods at the ‘Agent of Chaos’. Meghan looks at her and blushes as she becomes bashful. The girls are interrupted by Jeremy Gold in a red tracksuit, hopped up on a fine Columbian export dancing to music on his iPod. If I hear correctly I think it is “It’s Hip To Be Square”.

JG: You’re up ladies!

Jeremy turns around wiggles his ass and dances out of the door way as Meghan helps her partner up.

The Order & Charms versus The Masters of Armageddon

Anna Mathews & Meghan Nash Strader versus Kvlt Drachen & Vicious

Special Guest Referee: ???

With everyone now in the ring, suddenly “Seven Devils” by Florence & The Machines hits and Masakazu steps out with an arrogant smirk.

Masakazu: I’m sure you’re all wondering who the special guest referee is meant to be tonight.

The crowd cheers, they are quite curious.

Masakazu: He’s a man whose name you’ll all know, quite well. The newest roster member of REBEL Pro, and the newest member of The Order of Chaos. I give you…

“Black Dwarf” by Candlemass hits, and the words “THE NEXT CONSPIRACY” come over the REBELTron.

Linzi Martin: No shit?

Masakzu: JACOB FIGGINS!!!

Mas high fives Figgins, who steps out with a smirk. Anna smiles, Meghan laughs but the two Masters do not seem as pleasant about this as the two women. Masakazu steps backstage as Figgins gets into the ring and waves to the throngs of cheering REBEL Pro fans.

Larry Gordon: I am sick and tired of Masakazu’s interferences.
Linzi Martin: But you should be happy to see Jacob Figgins in REBEL Pro, cause that’s fuckin’ huge.
Larry Gordon: Hmph.
The two teams look ready to go but Jacob Figgins orders them both back to their corners in preparation for a pat down. Jacob moves first to Kvlt but decides against putting his hands anywhere near him and turns instead to Vicious. Jacob then gets down on his knees and checks Vicious shoes – who grunts, rolls his eyes and misses completely when Anna Mathews comes up over Figgins back and smashes Vicious with a knee between the eyes.

Vicious spills out of the ropes as Meghan crosses the ring and crushes Kvlt against the corner with a knee. Kvlt tosses her aside but gets met with a kick upside the head by Anna, sending him staggering into the ring. Kvlt tries to shake toe cobwebs out but Anna and Meghan are on him quick and send him into the post. Meghan then shoots Anna across the ring, who leaps into a Cartwheel to Backspring Elbow, connecting hard with his face as she spills over the ropes. Meghan then looks for the follow up but runs right into his grasp as Kvlt steps forward with Belly-to-Belly Suplex into the post, spiking her head first into the canvas.

Meghan sits balled up in a heap in the corner as Kvlt pulls his way free, unaware of Anna Mathews preparing a Springboard attack. As Anna goes up though Vicious grabs hold of a leg and drags her down, smacking her face first off the apron before tossing her back into the rail. Vicious then slides back into the ring as Kvlt gets Meghan tied up into the Tree of Woe.

Kvlt slides out behind Meghan, pulls back her wrists and gleefully twists her back into the buckles. Meghan screams at the top of her lungs in a mix of pain and just sheer blind frustration as Vicious moseys up in front of her, takes a swing and rips a chop across her stomach.

With no way to get at him Meghan resorts to spitting at him which only pushes Vicious to hit her harder still. Vicious then fires of a wicked series of chops before leaving her for the opposite corner. Kvlt meanwhile lets go of her arms in favour of her neck, choking her from the outside while leaning in and saying something we can only assume to be of a disgusting sexual nature. Jacob Figgins does his best to warn him off and even starts a count, knowing full well that there’s fuck all he can do, what with there being no rules.

Vicious squats down in the corner and lets Kvlt get his fill before crossing the ring and smashing Meghan between the eyes with a Dropkick, sending the spit and teeth flying.

Vicious gets back up and heads for the ropes again, shoving aside Figgins who returns a warning but keeps his distance for the time being. Vicious then steps forward into another run but stops in his tracks as he sees Anna hurtling toward him with a Flying Crossbody.

Vicious is quickly back to his feet as Anna rolls through, slips under a Clothesline and dives into a Tope Con Hilo, sending her and Kvlt into the rail. Vicious tries to keep the momentum up for his team but walks right into Meghan’s clutches as manages to pull herself up and catch him in a ¾ Chinlock. Meghan then kicks her way off the ropes, turns in mid air and slams him face down with the Acid Drop.

Meghan leaps onto the cover.

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2

3

Vicious pushes free from a fast count and rolls toward the ropes for a breath. He doesn’t get it though as Anna kicks him back under the ropes to Meghan, who drags him back up to his feet and puts him right back down with a Legsweep as Anna doubles it up with a Flying Dropkick. The two then race back to their feet with Meghan catching Kvlt on the apron with a Shoulderblock while Anna gets Vicious in place. The two then attempt to get Kvlt up for a Suplex, but find it going the other way as Kvlt takes them over the ropes.

Anna falls loose the floor and just barely lands on her feet while Meghan catches the ropes and manages to land beside him on the apron. Kvlt tries to cut her down with a Lariat but Meghan gets there first with a kick in the stomach. She then tries to splatter him off the apron with a DDT but Kvlt grips her waist tight and drops to a knee, holding her in place for Vicious to crack her in the back of the head with a Northern Lariat. Kvlt then dumps her to the floor.

Vicious drags Anna back to the ring as Kvlt goes looking for some plunder. Anna tries to shake the cobwebs loose but finds herself pinned down in the corner as Vicious grinds a knee into her throat. Figgins warns him and eventually puts a hand on him, forcing Vicious to break off his attack and send Figgins across the ring. Figgins goes down to a knee and Vicious snaps a few words at him, unfortunately for him Figgy is far from hurt, and as Vicious goes to turn away Figgy comes up with the Hello Kitty elbow pad slipped on and crushes his jaw with a brutal Roaring Elbow.

Figgins looks quite pleased with himself and turns and walks right into Kvlt, who shatters his face with a Barbedwire chair.

Kvlt makes a point of grinding the chair against his face and then tearing it off, letting the barbs pierce and then rip through his flesh. Kvlt then tosses the chair aside for the moment and turns his attention piece of plywood he dumps in the centre of the ring. Kvlt then produces a bottle of lighter fluid and holds it high, earning a few horrified calls from the crowd.

Anna tries to catch Vicious off guard with a kick but gets caught over his arm and then sent flying with a Capture Suplex, crumpling her in a heap by the ropes. Vicious then dusts himself off and gets to his feet as Kvlt tosses Meghan into his hands. Vicious then lines Meghan up for the Aurora Suplex as Kvlt douses the board, but Meghan manages to elbow her way out of his hands and then falls forward, bundling Vicious and Kvlt over.

Vicious fires into the ropes, aiming to take her head off with a Clothesline, only to be dropped as Anna pulls down the ropes, letting him flop to the outside. Meghan Meanwhile drops Kvlt with a kick and prepares to finish him with the Pedigree, but Kvlt arches back and dumps her on the mat. Anna doesn’t let him rest though and flies into him with a Basement Dropkick.

Anna slams the barbedwire chair onto his chest and then makes for the apron. Anna then tosses herself up onto the second rope, bounces to the top and then leaps into 630, only to come crashing down on the chair propped up on his knees.

Anna limps away, puncture wounds already streaming from under her shirt as Kvlt sets on her, gets her into the air and cracks her neck against the canvas with a Lyger Bomb.

Meghan tries to get into the ring for the save but Vicious pulls her around and whips her into the ring steps. Meghan staggers back and swings at him, only to end up caught and driven into the floor with a T-Bone Suplex. Back in the ring Kvlt finally gets his wish and spreads the last few drops of lighter fluid on the board, rips a match and then sets it alight.

Kvlt drags Anna up by the hair and thumps her with a knee to soften her up. He then gets her up onto a shoulder and turns toward the flaming board. He smiles a grave smile as he gets up under her arms.

Kvlt pushes Anna into the air but loses his grip, letting her fall down behind him. Anna lands on her feet and Kvlt tries to get after her, but gets dropped with a kick in the back of his knees. Kvlt lands on all fours and Anna capitalises, leaping up with a Double Stomp that smashes his face off the flaming board.

Kvlt smothers the board but sees his mask go up in ablaze and throws himself to the outside. Anna tries to get after him but Vicious is on her from behind and drops her with a horrid German Suplex. Anna rolls free and Vicious follows, dragging her up by the hair. He doesn’t get any further than that though as Meghan smashes the barbedwire chair deep into his back, dropping him to his knees. Anna shakes him off and thrusts him at Meghan, who walks him into a kick and quickly doubles his arms before splattering his face off the chair with the Pedigree.

Meghan flops onto a pin as Anna slaps Figgins awake.

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3!

That Shit’s McNasty

We open to find former REBEL Tag Champ Mark McNatsy in the office of Masakazu. Mas has a very stoic look on his face as he sits behind a desk, staring across it at the standing McNasty.

Mas: I have no problem giving Grade A Nastyness another tag title shot. I simply want to know where your associate is.

McNasty smirks as he leans down and calmly puts his hands on the desk.

McNasty: WELLLL Mr. Meshuggah,

Mas cuts him off.

Mas: That’s Masakazu.

McNasty lets out a small laugh.

McNasty: Sorry, my bad. Like I said Mr. Michelin…

Mas sighs.

McNasty: Alex is sort of preoccupied. He won’t be able to make the pay per view. But come on! I’m sure you could find someone on my level who could draw in the ratings like I do.

Mas puts his fore finger and thumb on his chin; he rubs it for a second.

Mas: Ok Mark, you have a deal. Come back in an hour, and you’ll find out your partner for your tag title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre.

McNasty: Aw thanks! You’re the best Mr. Mitsubishi!

McNasty turns and walks out of the office as Masakazu puts his face in his hand. He looks up, sighs, and picks up the phone.

AoWF King o’Extreme Championship Handicap Match

Justin Case & The Wiz versus Enika Engel©

Enika Engel entered the ring confident, her confidence only outdone by Justin Case’s hubris. The match starts and The Wiz quickly falls back to let Case start things off. Case and Enika tie up, Case using his size and strength hits a snap suplex on Enika. Enika’s right back up, and Case immediately grapples her again and takes her down with a fishermans suplex. The Wiz takes his cane and begins bashing Engel’s face in. Case begins stomping down on her chest and abdomen as well. He lifts Enika up The Benchmark! He covers! 1! 2! NO!!! Enika kicks out! She quickly rolls out of the ring, smartly recovering and regrouping herself. The Wiz taps his cane on the canvas, and Justin Case signals for her to bring it.

Enika grabs a lead pipe from under the ring and gets back in. The Wiz, feeling braver, lunges at her. But Enika hits him with some pink mist in the eyes, blinding the Wiz. The Wiz runs back blindly, barely missing Justin Case. Enika is in the ring and swings the lead pipe like a bat, cracking Case hard over the head. She wails on him with it, again and again, and again and again. Case however, grabs her and whips her to the ropes. She comes back and hits Ante-Up! On The Wiz, who’s still blind, sending him crashing to the canvas. Case grabs her and hits a German suplex, but Enika, still with lead pipe in hand, cracks him over the head as she recovers from the assault. She hits a springboard spinning wheel kick on Case, sending him over the top rope. With one final blast from the lead pipe to the already downed Wiz, she covers.

1!

2!!

Case slides into the ring.

3!!!

Case is too late!

DING DING DING

Abbey Graves: The winner of this match, and STILL AoWF King of Extreme Champion…. ENIKA ENGEL!!!!

Alliance of Warriors?

The camera cuts backstage, showing Bubba J there, Rebel Pro World title over his shoulder, and a cooler in his left hand, walking down the hallway. The effects of his match with Emily Corlen are still evident on his body as he marches towards the camera. After a few steps, he comes to a door, just stopping and staring at it as though he’s trying to read it, but you can tell that he’s going through emmotions in his head about the name.

“This is bigger than one person. This is bigger than any one individual. This is bigger than any of us have realized.”

The camera pans to show the name on the door as Bubba J’s scarred hand knocks not so gently on the wood. Bubba J waits as a crack appears in between the door and the frame; the profile of Emily’s face coming into the sliver.

Emily: “What do you want?”

Bubba J looks at her.

Bubba J: “Can you at least let me in?”

Emily swings the door wide, motioning for Bubba J to come on in. Emily goes back to sitting on a somewhat comfortable chair, also still showing the injuries from their match. Bubba J stands over her, her seeming relaxed, if still in some pain; after all Bubba J’s the same, it was a hell of a match.

Emily: “You wanted… what exactly?”

Bubba J stares at Emily.

~One minute later~

Emily is still staring at Bubba J.

~One minute later~

They are still staring at each other, neithers’ expression is changing.

Its like both are sizing up the other, seeing just what, we aren’t sure.

Bubba J: “That was one of the toughest battles that I’ve ever been in. I knew that you’d be tough… but Emily…”

He seems to gather himself, his thoughts returning to the battle.

Bubba J: “You are the toughest bitch that I’ve faced in the AOWF.”

He nods… out of respect towards Emily? The crowd is silent in the arena, Bubba J doesn’t give compliments… hardly at all. Its a momentous occasion.

Emily Corlen: “”

Bubba J: “But that ain’t why I’m here Emily.”

Emily raises an eyebrow in wonderment.

Bubba J: “I’m fucking tired of what they are doing.”

He doesn’t have to explain, she knows exactly who he is talking about. Emily looks at him, nodding in agreement.

Emily Corlen: “”

Bubba looks at her, just staring and grabbing all of his thoughts.

Bubba J: “This is bigger than any one of us.”

He tosses the belt down on the ground.

Bubba J: “As much as I respect this federation, as much as I hate to stand beside anyone. As much as I’ve done wrong and by myself in the past.”

He sticks out his hand. Emily just looks at it, then back up to Bubba J with a question in her eyes.

Bubba J: “We’ve never really liked each other. But Emily, you proved something to me at Birthday Bash. You proved yourself to me… and that means something really big to me. I am glad that there is someone like you in The Order. I’m glad that you are the tough bitch that you are. And I have but one last question for you.”

He motions outside of the room, Emily just waits.

Bubba J: “They are getting too big, they are getting too powerful, they are getting way out of control… So…, stand beside me?”

Emily looks into Bubba J’s eyes, trying to read his soul. Emily’s trying to read his expression, if he means it, if he’s tricking her because he is a Masters minion.

Emily waits, contemplating it as she continues to read his eyes and thinks about all of his words.

Emily Corlen: “”

Emily sticks out her hand, but Bubba J has drawn back, shaking his head. Emily looks taken aback and is in a defensive stance, ready for the attack as she looks around. Bubba J is digging in the cooler, the sound of ice sloshing around. Emily just stares as Bubba J pulls out 2 Ying Ling beers, reaching one out to her.

Bubba J: “I don’t know if you drink, but this is how I sign a deal…”

He holds the ice covered and cold beer out to her.

Bubba J: “With a beer.”

Bubba J: “I don’t know if you drink…”

Emily pops both her and Bubba J’s beer bottle top, and begins to chug as he joins her. They then clink empty bottles before staring at each other.

Both: “Rebel Pro… FUCK! YEAH!”

Jeffrey Drake & Thunderwolf vs. Hardcore Entertainment

We come back from commercial to see that both teams are already in the ring. Well, Bubba J is in the ring, so is Jeffery Drake; and their partners are on the apron waiting to be tagged in.

Ding Ding

Linzi Martin: You know that I cannot stand you by now.

Larry Gordon: People do what they have to do Linzi, and remember that I can fire you at any time.

Bubba J nails Drake with a right hand, but the legend fires back with one of his own and this match is under way. Bubba J with another right, Drake with a second of his own; these two are going toe to toe in the center of t he ring. Bubba J throws a seventh right hand, but Drake absorbs the blow, turning it in to a wristlock and taking Bubba J down with an arm drag. Bubba J rolls up under, nailing Drake with his left fist instead and bringing up a knee in to Drake’s crotch. Drake, the veteran that he is, blocks the knee, but has to absorb the weaker left fist to the chin. J with a headbutt, but Drake responds with one in kind to the Ragin’ Redneck.

Linzi Martin: ….

Larry Gordon: You refuse to call the match… and I’ll refuse to continue signing your paychecks.

Linzi Martin: They are punching each other fans, what. hot. hectic. action.

Larry Gordon: A little more inflection Linzi, that raise may be flushed down the toilet.

Drake pulls J up, whipping him in to the corner as Vincent and Thunderwolf watch on in calm fascination. Drake nails J in the midsection with his good knee, reaching out for a tag, but Bubba J shoves him away with a fist in his gut. Drake doubles over, Bubba J off the ropes with a big knee lift in to his face that knocks him down. Bubba J reaches for a tag in to Vincent, but Drake trips him up, causing him to slam his chin on the canvas. Bubba J turns over, kicking out at Drake and reaching up for the tag, but Drake yanks him away from the long reach of Black on the apron. Drake and Bubba J get back up to their knees, exchanging rights and lefts in the very center of the ring, but neither is getting an advantage, despite the age of Drake and the inexperience of Bubba J.

Linzi Martin: They are back to punching like drunk monkeys.

Larry Gordon: This is wonderful, two of the MOA’s enemies beating the hell out of each other, makes our job much easier.

Linzi Martin: That of running and only attacking when the odds are in your favor?

Larry Gordon: You must pick your battles Linzi, take them out when you can and leave when you can’t.

Drake with a faint, Bubba J bites and Drake nails him with an elbow to the temple that really rocks the redneck hard. Bubba J falls back, but Drake pulls him forward in to a fist to the mouth and a secondary move of a headbutt to the nose. Bubba J isn’t bleeding, but at this pace it won’t be long. Drake pulls himself up to his feet, reaching over to Thunderwolf, but Bubba J catches him with a double fist right to his balls and Drake crumbles like a sack of bricks, barely before making the tag to Wolf. Bubba J crawls forward, locking in an anklelock, but its more to pull Drake back from his corner. Bubba J releases the hold, whipping Drake in to a neutral corner, but he quickly follows in with a lifted knee into Drake’s midsection, doubling him over. However, Bubba J the nice guy that he is, stands Drake up with a stiff uppercut to his chin. Bubba J begins to literally stomp a mudhole in Drake’s midsection until he is in a seated position in the corner. Bubba J goes across the ring, running back and looking for a Bronco Buster!

Larry Gordon: That is good for MOA business.

Linzi Martin: Drake manages to move out of the way just in time, but leaves a fist there for good measure.

Bubba J is rolling around in pain, and Drake is still recovering as well, but on the outside. Bubba J continues rolling and falls over the edge.

Larry Gordon: He must be wrestling drunk again, but that is Simon’s World Champion?

Linzi Martin: Yes it is and Mr. Kalis is a wonderful man, and so is Masakazu!

Larry Gordon: So, which one gets you first? Or do they share now that Simon is married?

Linzi Martin: You bastar…

Larry Gordon: I forgot, Simon isn’t capable of doing much of anything at the present… is he?

Linzi refuses to say another word meanwhile Drake and Bubba J are each tugging on a steel chair under the ring. Bubba J has the feet of the chair and Drake the back of the chair, they both crawl under to see what is keeping the chair, they see each other. Drake with a right under the ring and Bubba J returns the favor. These two men are fighting under the ring as Wolf and Vincent continue to watch on, content to let these two duke it out and remain as fresh as they can. Drake shoves backwards, but Bubba J rolls to the left and comes up with a wrench. J swings the wrench, but Drake is just barely able to block it with the chair. The fans can’t see what is going on, but they hear the sounds of combat under the ring and all of a sudden white mist comes out from under the ring.

Larry Gordon: Someone get a camera under that ring, or else they will be severely repremanded!

A camera guy obliges, sticking the camera under the ring and the feed going to the Rebel-tron, which was called Megavision, and not sure if it has been changed now. The camera catches Bubba J’s bleeding lip and Drake’s bleeding temple before J slings the extinguisher at Drake’s forehead. Drake rolls out of the way and the camera’s lense is smashed into bits from the impact with the hard metal of the extinguisher. The camera man slides back, a few pieces of glass sticking in to the flesh around his face, it was some explosion I tell you.

Larry Gordon: Damn it! I want to see them destroy each other!

Linzi Martin: Well, looks like you won’t, unless you spend some cash and get better cameras… and braver camera men.

The camera man, that she is referring to as a weiny, is crying and leaving the building in a freaking hurry. Jimmy Johnson, the senior referee, is under the ring trying to get the two men to come out, but he’s shoved backwards in to the railing with a bleeding nose and a busted lip as well. Bubba J comes out, but right beside him is Drake, both looking like if Jimmy Johnson messes with them again, it won’t be as nice as it just was. Drake looks at J, nailing him with a punch to the jaw as well as a knee braced gang greenous knee to the ribs. Bubba J falls against the steps, Drake with a running start lands a hard knee, right where Bubba J’s head just was; the redneck moving just in time. Drake is hurt now, holding at his bad wheel and here comes J, board to the knee and Drake howls in obvious pain and torture. J slams the board down again and again on the knee. Drake tries to crawl under the ring, but J pulls him back out quickly, but Drake got what he wanted, a forgotten Pepsi 20 ounce. Bubba J leans over, Drake sprays it in to his eyes, the soda burning and causing temporary blindness.

Larry Gordon: Finally we are back to seeing them destroy each other.

Linzi Martin: At least Vincent and Thunderwolf aren’t giving you the destruction you want.

Larry Gordon: We’ll see what can be done about that.

Gordon gets on his phone and immediately curses.

Larry Gordon: This was signed to be a regular tag match, with Rebel Pro rules!

Linzi Martin: Meaning, they have to tag in to the match… hahahahahahaha.

Drake nails Bubba J with a ring step, limping over, and slamming it down on to his head before whipping him in to the railing. Drake comes back with another running knee, this one connecting and Bubba J manages to pull him over the railing and to the crowd. Bubba J pounds away at Drake, but Drake is also pounding away at Bubba J; neither

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man really getting much of an advantage and not for long in this match. Bubba J whips Drake in to the railing and delivers a clothesline that sends both men over and back to ringside.

Larry Gordon: I want more blood and torn flesh!

Linzi Martin: And I want you to take a bath and not to have been a dirty back stabbing son of a bitch! But we don’t all get what we want.

Bubba J drags Drake to the ring before rolling him in and following him in afterwards. Bubba J leans forward to tag in Vincent, but Drake kicks his knee, causing J to fall backwards and in to a rollup!

One…

Two…

Bubba J kicks out and up to his feet, Drake up as well, sending J down with a elbow shot to the face. Drake rushes forward, but J grabs the back of his trunks before the tag is made, just about a half of an inch to go, and rolls him up from behind!

One…

Two…

Drake throws a shoulder up, kicking out and up to his feet. They come together in a collar and elbow, Bubba J forcing Drake to the ropes, but Drake quickly spinning around and J is in the corner. Drake with several stiff face and body shots to weaken the Ragin’ Redneck, but he goes for one blow too many as Bubba J whips them both around and nails Drake with a right of his own. J with a headbutt in to Drake’s chest before doing another mudhole stomp to nearly get him in a seated position. Bubba J yanks on the hair, pulling him back up and slamming an elbow in to his temple. Bubba J drags Drake over for a tag, sure to get it this time… Drake goes for The Hero’s Suplex(Bridging Fisherman’s Suplex) but still the tag isn’t made!
He nails it!

One…

Two…

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Abbey Graves: Winners of the match, garanteeing Jeffery Drake a Rebel Pro World Title shot… the team of Thunderwolf and Jeffery Drake!

“Plush” by the Stone Temple Pilots hits up in the speakers as Jeffery Drake and Thunderwolf stand tall in the center of the ring, victorious as we fade to credits.

QUICK RESULTS

Jamie Shields defeats Chad Kurtis
Rocky Logan defeats Electra & Jack Spades
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Enika Engel defeats Justin Case & The Wiz, retaining the AoWF KoE Championship
DrakeWolf defeats Hardcore Entertainment, gaining Drake a REBEL Pro World Title Shot

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About This Close

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and the crowd immediately begins to laugh, some boo heavily, but the majority are laughing; because they remember what Bubba J did to Gordon not so long ago. Larry has a mic in hand as he steps through the ropes, shoving Jenny Jersey down in his haste, or maybe it was on purpose. Either way, Jenny gives a bit of a squeak as she falls backwards and Gordon just stares down at her, perhaps she was laughing along with the crowd.

“Keep on laughing, chuck it up, enjoy yourselves…”

He smirks.

“Cause at the end of the day, I’m about this close…”

He holds two fingers less than a quarter of an inch apart, for an example.

“From taking back over, its just a formality now keeping me from regaining the control of a company that I own fifty-one percent of. Something about me not being in my right mind, the health issues that I’ve had… the anger issues…”

They all boo and laugh at him still, many mimick eating a burger and fries; it all goes to piss Gordon off.

“But you know what?!”

They are giving him hell and he’s getting pissed extremely quickly and fully.

“What is funny is… that that bald headed son of a bitch, and I’ve met her before… and I know, will never wrestle again.”

He laughs.

“Actually, never say never… but he has about as much chance of wrestling here again as I do of not eating and Jenny Jersey getting on her knees to…”

She screams, he shoves her down again.

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wasn’t going to tell them about when you needed that raise so bad to make your car payment. Or that time you needed a bit more to pay the Emergency room doctor because…”

She screams again, in tears; Gordon laughs, he just shoves Jenny away(she’s not a fighter).

Underground X Hall of Fame

On October 22nd, 2012 it was announced that REBEL Pro purchased Underground X. In her final show, UX revealed it’s Hall of Fame and here we immortalize these legendary men of the Underground and their stories, as told by Paul Alba.

Cesar Salazar:
1st Undisputed Champion (80 days)
Undisputed Tag Team Champion (w/ Deicide; Final Champions)
Notable Matches:
-BL1: JonCage v. Nacht v. Salazar; Undisputed Title
-BL2: Nacht v. Salazar; Undisputed Title
-BL5: Cooper v. Salazar; Undisputed Title
-BL9: Deicide v. Salazar; Undisputed Title
-BL22: Deicide v. Salazar
-BL23: First Blood; Undisputed Tag
-BL24: Bruce the Mighty v. Salazar
-BL27: Macca v. Salazar
-BL29: Macca v. Salazar
-BL30: Holiday v. Salazar
– MadnessSetsIn: Robinson v. Salazar v. Deicide v. Holiday; Undisputed Title
– BL37: Pollos v. Wrestling’s Undisputed; Undisputed Tag
– BL38: Wrestling’s Undisputed v. SovietUnion; Undisputed Tag

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for Underground X successfully re-launching. Although having a purist mindset, Salazar worked pro bono for Underground cv pharmacy X to prove his passion for the business, to ensure upcoming UX wrestlers enough money to take care of themselves, and provide the fans with quality entertainment. Many professional critics widely agree Cesar Salazar is a wrestler who brings the best out of whomever he works with. If a comparison could be made, Ceez is UX’s Hulk Hogan.

Deicide:
Undisputed Champion (85 days)
Undisputed Tag Team Champion (w/ Cesar Salazar; Final Champions)
Notable Matches:
-BL3: Cooper v. Ramey JR v. Deicide
-BL5: Sands v. Chainz v. Deicide
-BL7: Deicide & Cooper v. HOLOKOST & Commissar
-BL9: Deicide v. Salazar; Undisputed Title
-BL10: Holiday & Deicide v. Scorpion & Robinson
-BL12: Chainz v. Scorpion v. Deicide; Undisputed Title
-BL17: Bruce the Mighty v. Deicide
-BL20: Deicide v. Cooper; Undisputed Title
-BL22: Deicide v. Salazar
– MadnessSetsIn: Robinson v. Salazar v. Deicide v. Holiday; Undisputed Title
– BL37: Pollos v. Wrestling’s Undisputed; Undisputed Tag
– BL38: Wrestling’s Undisputed v. SovietUnion; Undisputed Tag

Deicide is why the ‘Referee Stoppage’ rule was introduced after snapping both of Cesar Salazar’s ankles to win the Undisputed Championship. He then went on to become (at the time) the most dominant Undisputed Champion ever, destroying everyone in his path till Blacklist 20, where UX successfully became an internet sensation thanks to both Cooper & his sixty minute efforts! Fading out of the spotlight sometime after that, his influence was still ever present as every wrestler aimed to break his title reign record and be known as ‘dominant’ – a term frequently used to describe The Sacred. He came back to main event ‘Madness Sets In’, UX’s first pay-per-view, to help the promotion successfully break into the mainstream. Afterward, him and longtime arch-rival, Cesar Salazar, banded together to repeat a ‘dominant’ reign as one-half of the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, Wrestling’s Undisputed; retiring four tag teams in the process, and remaining Champion till the very end.

Kai Cooper:
Undisputed Champion (83 days)
Notable Matches:
-BL3: Cooper v. Ramey JR v. Deicide
-BL5: Cooper v. Salazar; Undisputed Title
-BL7: Deicide & Cooper v. HOLOKOST & Commissar
-BL9: Purist Army v. Hardcore Alliance
-BL11: HOLOKOST & Commissar v. Macca & Cooper
-BL13: Parking Lot Brawl
-BL16: Holiday v. Cooper, Guest Ref: Deicide
-BL20: Cooper v. Deicide; Undisputed Title
-BL22: Cooper & Edison v. Fhenix & Robinson
-BL24: Cooper v. Robinson; Undisputed Title
-BL27: Bad Man v. Cooper
– BL28: Cooper v. Fields v. Robinson; Undisputed Title

Kai Cooper is the Undisputed Champion that emerged victorious from the groundbreaking, Blacklist 20 ‘Iron Man’ bout that essentially turned how much does viagra cost UX into an internet juggernaut; the only promotion that did exceptionally well without a network contract. Cooper is what wrestling historians would consider a ‘homegrown’ talent. Cooper began his venture underground very raw and amateur, but gradually (actually, quite quickly considering the timeframe) became a well-rounded wrestler who had many classics battles against other UX Legends such as Deicide, Salazar, Robinson and Holiday. Cooper is the sort of wrestler who doesn’t solely depend on victories in order to stay relevant and meaningful, like Mick Foley, but his mountainous charisma, mind-blowing flexibility and ultimate underdog persona immediately cemented him as a naturally brilliant superstar. Kai Cooper is the definitive boyhood dream.

Kevin Holiday:
Uncensored Champion (40 days)
Notable Matches:
-BL8: Uncensored Battle Royal
-BL9: Purist Army v. Hardcore Alliance
-BL10: Holiday & Deicide vs. Scorpion & Robinson
-BL13: Parking Lot Brawl
-BL16: Holiday v. Cooper, Guest Ref: Deicide
-BL19: Jihad v. Holiday
-BL27: Holiday v. Santos
-BL30: Holiday v. Salazar
– MadnessSetsIn: Robinson v. Salazar v. Deicide v. Holiday; Undisputed Title

Kevin Holiday is precisely what his nickname claims: the Moment. When you review Kevin’s in-ring career, you’ll see a sea of hilarious and brutal spots explaining his iconic ranking. Although a former Uncensored Champion, the main issue with Kevin Holiday’s UX wrestling career is most of the time was an intoxicated effort, and when ‘tripping balls’, Holiday became more concerned with doing whatever he found amusing than winning a simple contest. Any UX fan worth their cents knows Kevin suffers an outrageous drug addiction, but that’s what makes him who he is. May it be Holiday destroying the ‘infamous’ Warehouse with a wrecking ball, snorting cocaine off Willie’s forehead, turning Santos against Cesar for ‘lols’, using Robinson as a human shield, smearing a shit-filled diaper into unconscious Cooper’s face, brawling with Jihad in a Mexican restaurant, or being an unbelievably hilarious color-commentator, Holiday entertained the masses unlike any other.

As result, Kevin Holiday is the only man in Underground X to join the Hall of Fame solely based around his ‘awesome-than-thou’ / ‘larger-than-life’ personality, and the fact he sells more merchandise than anyone in Underground X, period.

Sean Robinson:
Undisputed Champion (120 days)
Uncensored Champion (45 days)
Notable Matches:
-BL9: Purist Army v. Hardcore Alliance
-BL10: Holiday & Deicide v. Robinson & Scorpion
-BL13: Parking Lot Brawl
-BL19: Robinson v. Fhenix; Uncensored Title
-BL22: Cooper & Edison v. Robinson & Fhenix
-BL23: Reno Drake v. Robinson
-BL24: Robinson v. Cooper; Undisputed Title
-BL28: Cooper v. Fields v. Robinson; Undisputed Title
-BL30: RobbShadows v. Robinson
-BL31: Eiffel v. Robinson
– MadnessSetsIn: Robinson v. Salazar v. Deicide v. Holiday; Undisputed Title
– BL35: Robinson v. Fhenix; Undisputed Title
– BL40: Uncensored Battle Royal – Robinson vs. Mainerishi; Undisputed Title

Sean Robinson is the Greatest Undisputed Champion of All Time, to be blunt. Surpassing Deicide’s dominant reign, and also awarded by Wrestling Observer Newsletter for ‘Best on Interviews 2012’, Sean Robinson’s lucrative Undisputed reign is known as the one that broke the glass ceiling, that set the best standard a Champion could make in Underground X, that drew the largest audiences and highest buyrates, and that also is Underground X’s most profitable champion of all. Not only is Sean Robinson a fucking ‘Guinness World Records’ book made flesh, he’s also universally acclaimed the greatest technical wrestler of modern times. Go watch any of his UX matches and see the insanely psychological brilliance the man unleashes on his adversaries. Whether he’s busy submitting Jonathan Fhenix or Tiger Driving Kevin Holiday through a rusty, http://cheapdiscount-pharmacynorx.com/ broken car, no matter what, Robinson always steals the show. As the fans chant during a Sean Robinson match, “This Is Wrestling!”

Tony Edison:
Uncensored Champion (28 days)
Notable Matches:
-BL14: JonCage v. Edison
-BL15: Bruce the Mighty & Edison v. Cheyenne & Lunatic
-BL18: Elimination Tables
-BL22: Cooper & Edison v. Fhenix & Robinson
-BL23: Whispers v. Edison
-BL24: Edison v. Fhenix; Uncensored Title
-BL27: Mainerishi viagra price v. Edison; Uncensored Title
-BL33: Bad Man v. Edison
-MadnessSetsIn: Edison v. Norton
-MadnessSetsIn: Edison v. Shadows
-MadnessSetsIn: Edison v. Fhenix
-BL38: Eastern Uproars v. Ultra Passion
-BL39: Eastern Uproars v. Metal Militia
-BL40: Barbwire Steel Cage

Tony Edison is the Man viagra high altitude Gravity Forgot. Asking why Edison is in UX’s Hall of Fame would be like questioning Chris Candido, Jerry Lynn or Dean Malenko’s inductions. None of those wrestlers needed championships, gimmicks or flamboyant looks to do what they did best: electrify the audiences thoroughly. Of all the inductees in this ‘Hall of Fame’ class, Tony Edison is the only one to have wrestled in multiple eras of the X’erground. Fighting against and defeating the likes of Jonathan Cage, Sinister Fiend, Reno Drake, Adam Cage, AJ Donovan, Colby G. and Killah Kain – Edison was a regular household name back in the earlier UX incarnations. Those feats alone warrant an induction, but when he returned to the X’erground earlier this year, fans came in their jeans at the realization Tony Edison still has so much more to contribute. Simply look back at ‘Madness Sets In’ where Tony Edison wrestled in three separate matches and all three received 5 star ratings from multiple wrestling publications. Do you understand?

When Edison finally defeated Jonathan Fhenix to retrieve the Uncensored Championship he long sought, that victory remains the best ‘feel good’ moment in Underground X history. It’s such a shame Tony Edison and Erik Loomis weren’t able to challenge Wrestling’s Undisputed for the Undisputed Tag Team Championships, like so many fans hoped for, because ‘Eastern Uproars’ reinforced Edison’s career as one everlasting. Nevertheless, the unforgettable sequence of Tony Edison Pele kicking Jonathan Cage off a seventeen-foot-high crate, only to crash-land through multiple crates below, and then Edison freefalling into the arms of audience members, will remind everyone that an impossible man exists.

‘Bad Man’ Reece Jackson:
Undisputed Tag Team Champion (w/ Macca; 75 days)
Notable Matches:
-BL22: Bad Man v. Reno Drake
-BL23: Conundrum v. Mainerishi v. Bad Man
-BL24: Bad Man v. Mainerishi
-BL25: 2 Man Gang v. Norton & Cunt
-BL26: 3DM v. BadCunts; Undisputed Tag
-BL27: Bad Man v. Cooper
-BL29: Bad Man v. Timmy Thompson
-BL31: Bad Man v. Wight
-BL32: BadCunts v. SovietUnion
-BL33: Bad Man v. Edison

‘Bad Man’ Reece Jackson is the most controversial wrestler to ever grace the UX ring. Look at his ‘notable matches’ and recognize how consistently and consecutively he performed utmost ludicrous. Perhaps due to his age, ‘Bad Man’ seemingly did not give any fucks whether he’d be shitting in front of Cesar Salazar’s locker-room door or (whilst in a donkey costume) thrusting himself into Betty White’s anus. He preferred to bully Timmy Thompson, kidnap Christy Greene, parody Nirvana and call out every motherfucker within sight. Sometimes his bigmouth got him into trouble with Johnny Cunt; other times saw ‘Bad Man’ shoving his cock into another’s mouth, such as Bruce the Mighty, in the showers.

The most upsetting crime Reece Jackson committed was no-showing his Main Event match against Sean Robinson at Madness Sets In. That alone, according to diehard fans, stricken all the marvelous gems ‘da bad guy’ gave us. I, on the other hand, completely disagree. It only furthers Reece Jackson’s absurd legacy. Plus, hey, he also legitimately defeated Kai Cooper and the Mainerishi, who’re former Undisputed Champions, and won the tag team championships with the final Undisputed Champion, Macca. Not everything ‘Bad Man’ has done is for the piss! Still, we gladly drank everything he gave us.

Macca:
Undisputed Champion (Final)
Uncensored Champion (Final)
2x Undisputed Tag Team Champion (w/ Bruce the Mighty & Bad Man; 191 days)
Notable Matches:
-BL10: Macca v. HOLOKOST
-BL11: HOLOKOST & Commissar v. Cooper & Macca
-BL13: 3 Drink Minimum v. Scorpion & Fields; Undisputed Tag
-BL14: Macca v. Fields v. Lunatic
-BL16: Mainerishi v. Macca
-BL18: Elimination Tables; Undisputed Tag
-BL23: First Blood; Undisputed Tag
-BL26: 3DM v. BadCunts; Undisputed Tag
-BL27: Macca v. Salazar
-BL29: Macca v. Salazar
-BL32: BadCunts v. SovietUnion
-MadnessSetsIn: TLC; Undisputed Tag
-BL36: Johnson v. Macca; Uncensored Title
-BL38: Roman v. Macca
-BL39: HOLOKOST v. Macca; Uncensored Title
-BL40: Uncensored Battle Royal
-BL42: Macca v. Mainerishi; Undisputed Title

Macca is Underground X. Seriously, who would’ve known? Out of all the inductees, Macca has the most notable matches, involved in the most hilarious moments, best segments, best promos, and is the very first and only UX Triple Crown Champion! Longest reigning Undisputed Tag Champion, only man to successfully defend the Uncensored Championship on multiple occasions and against practically everyone, and the final Undisputed Champion! Macca smashed Robinson’s record-obsessed lifestyle, outsize Cooper and Holiday’s magnetic personalities, outwrestled Cesar Salazar twice, saved UX from the Mainerishi, calls out people way better than ‘Bad Man’ and ultimately is the greatest wrestler Underground X ever produced.

I couldn’t summarize Macca’s viagraformen-forsaleonline.com fantastic yet accidental* career in UX without this turning into a biography. (*I say ‘accidental’ because remember, Macca only began wrestling out of arrogance. He told his childhood friend Cooper he could beat the shit out of HOLOKOST, and, funny as it is, Macca may not have exactly done that the first time, but just over a month ago, Macca utterly humiliated HOLOKOST in his first Uncensored title defense!) Basically, Macca, if I am considered the ‘voice’ of Underground X, you are without doubt the ‘face’.

Electra

Electra  HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'6" 145  HOMETOWN: Calgary, AB  ENTRANCE MUSIC: "Firework" Katy Perry  STYLE: Technical  FIVE FAVORITE MOVES: 1. rocky road- Brunco buster 2. Heart breaker- Tilt the world back breaker 3. 3.14- Hurricanrana from the top rope 4. Cutting Edge- Leg sissors choke out 5.
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Spades, Jack

Jack Spades 

HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'2' 225 
HOMETOWN: Goth City 
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "The Joker's Wild" Insane Clown Possie 
STYLE: Brawler 
FIVE FAVORITE MOVES:
1. Pants down- Moonsault off the top rope 2. Ride High- release German suplex 3. Power nap- Last ride Power Bomb 4. Moonwalk- Sidewalk slam 5. Funny Bone- Reverse Piledriver 
FINISHER: Laughter Kills- Tombstone Piledriver 
FINISHER DESCRIPTION: Undertaker's Tombstone Piledriver 

BIO: unknown 

APPEARANCE: Heath Ledger's Joker

Merry Time Massacre 2011 12-22-2011

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.

3 Stages of Hell Match #1
Taboo defeated Hostile

JT Whiplash defeated Bobby Lee

3 Stages of Hell Match #2:
Hostile defeated Taboo

3 Stages of Hell match #3:
Hostile defeated Taboo

Johnny Maverick(C) and Justin Case defeated Jamie Flynn forcing the match into a one on one contest.
Johnny Maverick defeated Justin Case to retain the Aggression Championship.

Aggression’s “Misgivings” 12-12-2011

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 canadian pharmacy and viagra 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: 5mg cialis daily use 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’ cialis and nasal congestion 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,

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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

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, over the counter viagra walmart 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

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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 viagra cialis levitra cost comparison 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 viagra in the uk 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 using viagra for first time 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.