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Jordi Davies was able to defeat Bobby Lee after nailing “Unleash”. During the match both members of Devils Disciples came down to bite and pinch Jordi Davies, trying to distract him from the match. However after the match Jimmy Thorton came down to deliver the Satan Bomb. Jimmy then picked Jordi Davies back up, delivering the Satan Bomb again as Bobby Lee just ran out of the building so he wouldn’t get hurt again. After this, both members of Devils Disciples crawled back out from under the ring to point and laugh at Jordi Davies. Kyle Tweed came down, but they vanished under the ring once again.
Aggression 16
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina
August 20, 2010
“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”
The opening theme begins with Akuma being led from the backstage to the ring by a dog collar, Jester laughing but the sound muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The duo step into the ring and the shot transitions…
“I can’t believe what you say to me”
Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs!
“You got some attitude”
UP! AND! DOWN!
“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”
BLUE THUNDER BOMB!
“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”
AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS!
” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”
Johnny Maverick holding up the Carolinas belt before the belt dissolves into the current Rebel Pro Aggression title.
“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”
The shot again transitions to Grandpa Gary delivering the Sixty Year Old Stunner onto Moke Doshky.
“Attitude, attitude”
Another transition to Grandpa Gary holding the Aggression title.
“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”
GRANDPA GARY: BACON!
“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”
Dr. Tittylover picks Maverick up…
ROB MARTINEZ: Mothership Connection!
“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”
Venar stands at the top of the ladder, looking down with both Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts in hand, he drops one down to Johnny Maverick.
“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”
JENNY JERSEY: Juggernauts, Bitch!
“You got some attitude”
Casino walking down a hallway, wrestling bag slung over his shoulder and a very confident look on his face. As the image begins to fuzz out…
“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”
Marcus Marion comes into focus as he jumps up and delivers the Revolutionary Thrill to “The Show” Chad Kurtis.
“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”
Marcus stands up, holding the World Title over his shoulder, Nicole Rhodes beside him and both looking smug and confident enough for the entire roster.
“You got some attitude”
Akuma has Justin Case up.
“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"
Facebuster into the case of beer bottles! Case counters with a facebuster to Akuma into the glass bottles!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Mother what a counter!
Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.
“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"
“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “
He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES
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“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"
480 DEGREES
560 DEGREES
“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"
SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….
CONNECTS!!!
THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
THE CROWD EXPLODES!
ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.
JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!
A pause…
JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!
~MEGAVISION~
Chris Casino lays face down on the concrete floor, the back of his head split open. He is bloody from head to foot and a lead pipe lays beside his head. The camera pans up to show Johnny Maverick walking towards Casino, a look of shock on his face.
DR. TITTYLOVER(from behind the camera): What the hell? You damn crackah!
Dr. Tittylover comes from behind the camera.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I didn’t do it, but I should have.
Dr. Tittylover looks at him, not quite believing him when a door opens behind Maverick. Dr. Tittylover stares as Johnny turns around. From the open door Grandpa Gary is tossed beaten and bloody onto the concrete floor.
ROB MARTINEZ: What in the?
Dr. Tittylover and Maverick forget their quarrel and rush to the open dooor that is now closing. Looking in, they notice a door to the outside falling shut. Maverick rushes to the door, Dr. Tittylover right behind him. As they open the door, a limosine pulls away.
COREY TAYLOR: Who is in that limosine?
ROB MARTINEZ: More importantly, are they behind the attacks? Or is it just Larry Gordon arriving? Just what in the name of Ric Flair is going on here?
“Sexy Back” hits up in the speakers as the formally crowd popping J-Kurt walks from the back. The crowd here fill him with boos as he just smirks his way down to the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: J-Kurt looks extremely confident as he is set for a handicap match.
COREY TAYLOR: It ain’t over confidence moth*bleep*ker if you can back it up.
JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah, Kentucky; he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… J-KURT!
J-Kurt leaps onto the apron, smiling as he flips himself over the top rope.
“I’m Not Afraid…” “They say I’m Cocky…”
The crowd pops big time as from the back comes Charles Bryant being followed by “The Show” Chad Kurtis.
JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah…
Jenny Jersey is cut off as Chedpac, Bryan Marshall, and Steven Andrews come from the back.
ROB MARTINEZ: Now this is uncalled for!
COREY TAYLOR: Chad and that freak he is partnered with are getting their just desserts.
Chedpac levels Charles with a lead pipe sending him down on his face. Steven lifts Chad up, Bryan levels him with a steel chair shot to the face. Inside the ring J-Kurt has a mic in his hand.
J-KURT: For so many years Chad…
Another steel shot to the face of Chad, a lead pipe to the back of Charles’ skull sends him back down.
J-KURT: For so many years people said that I was Chad-like. celebrexonline-pharmacy.com They said that I was like you CHAD!
J-Kurt is getting angry.
Bryan lifts Chad up, spinebuster onto the concrete. Steven flies from the railing with a knee drop onto Chad’s throat. The crowd pops!
ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes Matthew!
Bryan slams his shoulder into Matthew’s gut while Steven delivers a steel chair assisted dropkick to Matthew’s face.
J-KURT: Well, this proves that I am not Chad-like! Chad would never have the balls inside his jockstrap to do what is going on!
The crowd boos both J-Kurt’s words as well as the action outside the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Get ‘em boys!
Chedpac lifts Chad back up, but The Show fights back with a series of punches and elbows to Chedpac’s face and head. Steven comes to help but Charles levels him with a big boot to the face. Bryan Marshal sneaks up behind Charles with a full nelson. Charles slams his head back into Bryan’s nose breaking it immediately he loosens the hold. Charles turns around roundhouse kick to the face! Matthew is getting up, but Big Daddy D comes from the back, cane to the back of Matthew’s leg. Steven tries for a low blow, but Chad quickly slams a downward thrust kick to his forehead sending him back. Matthew goes down, here comes Big Daddy with the cane.
J-KURT: You ruined my life Chad! Who was the favorite at family reunions?! Who did everyone talk about at friends’ houses?!
Chad looks at his brother, heading to the ring. He leaves Charles and Matthew to the men in the aisle.
J-KURT: Who was everyone always comparing me to CHAD?! You and you wonder why I did this?
J-Kurt launches himself over the top rope, Chad catches him. Both Chad and J-Kurt begin to exchange blows with only the hatred of another brother can fester. Chad with a right, J-Kurt with a left, right, left, right, left, right, right, right, left left left.
ROB MARTINEZ: Jayhsus they are going to kill each other@!
COREY TAYLOR: Maybe J-Kurt will kill, but you heard what he had to say about Chad.
Matthew slams a meaty fist into Big Daddy’s face rocking hiim backwards. Here comes Steven with a flying kick, Matthew catches him. Chedpac with a shoulder block into Matthew’s right knee sends him down. Bryan lifts Charles up, but Bryant fires a right left combo that rocks the man from Bowden, Georgia. Bryan stumbles backwards from the onslaught of rights and lefts. But back to the brother brawl at ringside!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a kick from J-Kurt!
COREY TAYLOR: It puts Chad on his knees.
ROB MARTINEZ: Of course, it was right between his legs.
Chad shoves up though, slamming a fist into the underside of J-Kurt’s chin. J-Kurt rocks back on his heels as Chad pounces with determination to end this here tonight Chad and J-Kurt begin to roll around again throwing all kinds of punches, knees, and elbows.
“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers.
ROB MARTINEZ: Its Larry Gordon!
COREY TAYLOR: Did you guess that just from the entrance music?
LARRY GORDON: STOP IT NOW!
Chad and J-Kurt continue fighting at ringside, the elbows, punches, and knees continuing; if not picking up with intensity.
LARRY GORDON: I SAID STOP!
They don’t, grunts of pain and effort are heard from the ball of fists andknees that is Chad Kurtis and J-Kurt.
LARRY GORDON: If you do not stop it right now, not only will I have you arrested, but I will personally fire the both of you; contract or no damn contract!
They stop, but continue glaring hurtful daggers at each other. They do hate the other, but they do value their paycheck. Larry Gordon looks at the two of them, anger written in his body language.
LARRY GORDON: Two other Rebel Pro stars have been attacked and I DO NOT! have the patience for this!
He is breathing heavily, anger filling his every feature.
LARRY GORDON: I booked the three of you in a handicap match but instead you… J-Kurt want to just beat his partner and himself down. Last week he took your stable members on in a match by himself. However you cannot show the same curtosey to him?
He laughs, the anger laugh that boy howdy does he have a big surprise in store.
LARRY GORDON: I don’t know what is going on between the two of you whether it be jealousy, hatred, or if one of you took the last piece of chicken at a meal… nor do I really give a damn at this point.
Larry looks daggers at J-Kurt.
LARRY GORDON: Chad did his duty last week, you did not do your’s this week. You send your goons out here to dismantle him… well…
That smile.
LARRY GORDON: They won’t be able to interfere next week when you take on your brother Chad Kurtis in a BARBED WIRE STEEL CAGE match at PROVE YOUR WORTH!
The crowd roars, they love it!
LARRY GORDON: There will not be a referee inside the steel cage as you either escape over the cage or through the door. Your choice boys, but there! Will! Be! NO! Damn! Interference!
Larry turns on his heels, heading backstage.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my gawd what an announcement!
We come back from commercial and find the monstrous Kongo (along with Damien Alexander) and ‘The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick are already in the ring. Referee Alan Stone is attempting to lay down the rules but Kongo and Damien seem to not be listening. Johnny looks intense and his REBEL Tag Team Championship belt is slung over his shoulder. Stone finally gets Alexander out of the ring and takes the Championship belt from Johnny before calling for the bell!
ROB MARTINEZ: No pun intended, but this could be the biggest challenge in Mavericks career!
Kongo immediately charges at Maverick and lets loose a huge clothesline! Johnny ducks under, waits for the big man to spin around and lands a solid right hand to the head. Kongo smiles as he takes a second shot to the cranium. A third! Kongo pie faces Maverick away from him and shakes his head and smiles to show that the right hands had no effect. Johnny cautiously circles the big man and lands a stiff kick to the left leg of Kongo. Another lightning fast kick to the leg and we see a flicker of pain (or maybe annoyance?) from the big man. Johnny feints a kick and it causes Kongo to go off balance trying to block a kick that never comes. This allows Johnny to close the gap and again land a hard right hand to the head! A chop across the massive chest of Kongo! Another right hand followed by another chop! The REBEL crowd ‘woooooo’s’ as Johnny is doing his best to take the big man off his feet. Maverick ducks under a wild right. Chop across the chest of Kongo! Maverick ducks under a massive left! Another chop lights up the chest of the much bigger man! Maverick runs to the ropes and charges Kongo only to get caught with a Samoan drop!
COREY TAYLOR: Aaaaaaaaaaaand it’s over. Kongo simply can’t be stopped.
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s not over until he’s pinned!
COREY TAYLOR: Pure technicalities!
Maverick quickly rolls to his feet and runs into a superkick from the monster Kongo! Maverick spins, drops to a knee and quickly pulls himself up only to get turned inside out by a clothesline from the big man! The crowd boos as Kongo proudly walks around the ring pointing to the dazed Maverick. Johnny crawls to a corner and pulls himself to his feet. Kongo charges in and takes a back elbow from Maverick! Johnny puts his back against the turnbuckle and gets a boot up into the face of Kongo as he charges in again! Low drop kick to the left knee of Kongo sees the big man hobble away from Maverick! Johnny comes off the ropes and hits a chop block on the big man and the monster drops to one knee! Damien climbs up on the apron and Maverick quickly drops him with a right hand to a huge pop! Maverick turns his attention back to Kongo and takes a stiff forearm shot to the face! Kongo shoves Maverick into the corner and peppers him with a flurry of right and left forearm shots! Maverick does his best to cover up but a few slip in and connect. Kongo grabs an arm and pulls Johnny out of the corner and into a belly to belly suplex that rattles the body of Maverick!
ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo is having his way with Maverick!
COREY TAYLOR: And not in the way he likes either!
Kongo pulls himself up long enough to drop a massive elbow across the chest of Maverick. Again the big man is up, this time he hits the ropes and drops a leg across the face of ‘The Filth & The Fury!’ Kongo goes for the first cover of the match but Maverick gets a shoulder up at two! Kongo pulls Maverick up and positions him for what looks to be a powerbomb. Maverick is hoisted up effortlessly by the big man but before he can be slammed to the mat, Johnny unleashes a flurry of right hands to the head of Kongo! The big man is trying to keep a grip on Maverick but the smaller man shifts his weight and Kongo stumbles closer to the ring ropes. Maverick hooks his legs around the head of Kongo and leans back using the ropes to execute a modified hurricanrana to the big man! Kongo hits the floor hard and seems to be favoring his leg as Johnny skins the cat back inside the ring. Alexander is at his mans side helping him up when both men are pasted by a suicide dive over the top rope! The REBEL crowd pops huge as Maverick pulls himself to his feet and stands over the fallen men.
ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick will not stay down! He refuses to let Kongo beat him!
COREY TAYLOR: You mean he’s to stupid to stay down!
Maverick is pulling Kongo to his feet when the big man catches him with a thrust chop to the throat that causes a break. A clothesline from Kongo puts Maverick onto his back on the floor and just like that the tide has once more shifted. Alexander is seen pulling a chair out from under the ring and he passes it to his charge who steadies himself. Maverick uses the guard rail to pull himself up and never sees the chairshot that cracks across his back coming. Maverick slumps to a seated position against the guard rail and Kongo shoves the chair under his chin trying to crush the windpipe of the Tag Champ. Stone is outside trying in vain to get some order back into the match but is ignored by everyone. Kongo backs off and lets Maverick get back to his feet. Kongo tries for a head shot with the chair but Maverick catches it and plants a boot to the gut of the big man! Another kick from Johnny but Kongo hangs on. A headbutt from Johnny catches Kongo on the chin and the big man releases his hold on the chair! Johnny reaches back to smack the big man but Damien quickly grabs the chair from Mavericks hands and tosses it into the ring! Maverick tries to snatch Alexander but he escapes! A double sledge from behind drops Maverick to his knees.
ROB MARTINEZ: Damn Alexander! He’s been involved this entire match!
Kongo picks Maverick up and whips him towards the steel ring steps. Maverick leaps up onto the steps and jumps into the air, twisting his body around to catch Kongo with a crossbody! It’s countered into a bodyslam onto the concrete by Kongo! Maverick lays on the floor motionless as Kongo gets to his feet and jaw jacks with some fans along ringside. Johnny is dragged to his feet and rolled into the ring by Kongo with quickly follows him in. Looking supremely confident, Kongo takes the chair laying in the ring and places it around the head of Maverick! The crowd come to their feet as the massive Kongo pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and signals that he’s about to splash a helpless Johnny!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh God don’t do it! He’ll kill Maverick!
COREY TAYLOR: Well I say…Hey! What the Hell is The Jester doing here? Where did he come from!?
It is indeed The Jester! He’s slapped Alexander and is running towards the back with Damien hot on his heels! From behind the curtain Akuma emerges and lays out Alexander! While all this is going on, Kongo sits on the second turnbuckle unsure on what to do, watching as his mentor is suddenly being attacked! he never sees Johnny slip the chair off his head and rise like the dead back to his feet! CRACK! Johnny slams the chair across the banged up knee of Kongo! Crack! another chair shot! This one to the head of Kongo! A second chairshot to Kongos head! A third! And the big man is leaning against the ropes looking up at the lights! Akuma is making his way to the ring and Johnny quickly drops the chair onto the mat before climbing up to grab Kongo. Maverick hooks the big man and hits a DDT from the second turnbuckle onto the chair! A hook of the leg! One! Two! Three!! The crowd explodes as Stone raises the hand of Maverick!
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, Johnny Maverick!!!
COREY TAYLOR: What Bullshi….
ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Alan Stone and Maverick doing the smart thing here! Let these two monsters battle it out!
Maverick & Stone quickly roll out of the ring as Akuma slides inside. Already Kongo chloromycetin generic is getting to his feet and he looks PISSED. He eyes Akuma and the two big men collide in the center of the ring trading heavy rights and lefts! An army of security rush the ring and try to seperate them as we head to commercial!
“I Get It” by Chevelle erupts in the arena as the crowd attempts to drown out the music with boos. A reddish tint falls upon the crowd as Blood steps out to the stage. He wears his usual wrestling attire, bone mask covering his face. He stops on the stage, glances to the crowd on his left, then to his right. He smirks as he slowly makes his way down the aisle.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen…please welcome… Blood!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Is it the real Blood this time?
COREY TAYLOR: Did Gordon hire the real Blood, or an imitation?
Blood makes his way to ringside, using the steps to enter the ring. He grabs the microphone from Jenny before demanding that she exits the ring. He stands in the center of the ring as his music fades out and the lights return to normal.
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like we’re going to hear from the former contender’s cup holder!
BLOOD: Marcus Marion…you may have gotten the victory last week…but let’s face it…I got the last laugh. You can celebrate the win last week all you want…but keep in mind…things would have been different if I wasn’t teamed with that street-walker.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s a little uncalled for. After all, Marina is the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship.
BLOOD: I never asked to be teamed with her…but I was forced to regardless. I may have been the one who was pinned…but it was you, Marcus…you who was left laying on the mat when the night was over. I knew I needed a plan going in to Aggression. So I told myself, in case you lose, how can you walk out of the arena at the end of the night looking like the winner. And let’s face the facts, Marcus…when I walked out of the arena…I looked like the winner.
COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know if I’d quite say that. It looked more like a cowardly attack to me.
ROB MARTINEZ: That may be so, but as he said…he was the one standing at the end of the night.
BLOOD: Which brings me to next week. You see, Marcus…I had a talk with REBEL Pro management. At Prove Your Worth, you will go one on one with me. But this time, you won’t be lucky enough to get a pinfall victory. In fact, if you want to beat me at Prove Your Worth…you’ll have to make sure that I can’t stand!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction.
BLOOD: That’s right, Marcus. Prove Your Worth…LAST MAN STANDING!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Seriously?! Last Man Standing at Prove Your Worth?!
COREY TAYLOR: That is going to be insane!
The crowd erupts in sudden cheers.
ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd is in an uproar here…it’s Marcus Marion! He’s making his way through the crowd!
BLOOD: Whoa…whoa! Not tonight, Marion. We can settle this at Prove Your Worth…
Marion hops over the barricade as Blood drops the microphone, signaling for Marion to stop.
COREY TAYLOR: Blood could be in trouble here, Rob!
Marion slides in to the ring as Blood quickly climbs out, making his way back up the ramp. Marion rushes after him as Blood runs up the ramp.
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Blood doesn’t want anything to do with Marion tonight!
Blood makes his way backstage, followed by Marion. Cameras follow both men as they run through the hallways past staff members. Marion finally catches up with Blood, tackling him before he can exit to the parking lot!
COREY TAYLOR: Marion drops Blood to the floor! Blood is back to his feet, and Marion slams him face first in to the wall!
Blood bounces off the wall and Marion hits him with a vicious right…and another! Marion slams Blood in to the door, forcing him through to the parking lot. Marion smiles as he grabs a fire extinguisher off of the wall. Blood slowly gets back to his feet…and Marion drills him in the skull with the extinguisher, breaking the bone mask in half!
ROB MARTINEZ: Blood is out cold!
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell?! Another Blood with an attack on Marion!
A second Blood jumps Marion, hitting him with a hard forearm! Blood grabs a hold of Marion and slams him in to the wall in the parking lot. He drags Marion around in the parking lot, nearing toward a hearse. Blood slams Marion hard in to the side of the hearse.
ROB MARTINEZ: Marion has one hell of a fight on his hands here!
COREY TAYLOR: It’s shades of last week, Rob! The question is, is this the real Blood…or a Blood imposter?!
Blood opens the back door of the hearse. He pulls on the sliding platform, forcing the casket to slide out. Marion slowly gets back to his feet as Blood approaches…and he uses all of his force to slam the hearse door in to Blood! Blood is driven back first in to the casket as Marion quickly continues his attack! He grabs cialis online a handful of Blood’s hair…and he slams him face first in to the window of the hearse door! Marion reaches his hand out to the casket lid as he pulls a woozy Blood to his feet.
COREY TAYLOR: It looks like Marion is going to end this!
Marion lifts the casket lid…and a hand reaches out, gripping him by the throat! Blood sits up in the casket!
ROB MARTINEZ: Another Blood!
Blood climbs out of the casket, still holding Marion by the throat as Marion releases the other Blood. Blood slams Marion face first in to the casket! Marion stumbles back, and Blood rushes at him for a big boot! Marion ducks under! Blood turns toward Marion again as Marion makes his way past the hearse door. Blood rushes at Marion…Marion with a drop toe hold…and Blood is driven face first through the window of the hearse door!
ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! Blood is busted wide open after that one!
COREY TAYLOR: Blood has fallen to the ground in the parking lot, and it looks like Marion is hesitating as he catches his breath!
Marion pulls Blood up off of the ground and lifts him in to the air. He forces Blood in to the casket and slams the lid shut. Marion slides the platform back in to the hearse and slams the door shut.
ROB http://nexiumonline-generic.com/ MARTINEZ: Three Bloods that Marion had disposed of tonight!
COREY TAYLOR: Consider it payback for last week!
Marion smirks as he looks at the two Bloods still laying on the ground. He makes his way to the driver’s door.
ROB MARTINEZ: I think Marion is going to take the hearse for a ride!
Marion tries to open the door, but it’s locked. He pulls his hand back to break through the window…and the door violently swings open! Marion stumbles back as Blood steps out of the driver’s side in a suit. Blood grabs Marion…and he drives him face first in to the driver’s
side window!
ROB MARTINEZ: And it looks like Marion is busted open!
COREY TAYLOR: Brutal attack by Blood!
Blood tosses Marion on to the hood of the hearse. He waits, ready to strike as Marion slowly and groggily pulls himself back to his feet. Blood leaps at Marion, grabs hold, spins around…THE SUFFERING! And Marion is driven face first in to the roof of the hearse!
ROB MARTINEZ: JESUS! Marion isn’t moving after that one!
Blood flips Marion on to his back.
BLOOD: See you at Prove Your Worth…
EMTs rush out as Blood slides off of the hood of the hearse. The cameras return to the commentator’s table.
ROB MARTINEZ: Blood with a statement here tonight!
COREY TAYLOR: Well, in Blood’s defense…it only took four Bloods this time…not fifty.
ROB MARTINEZ: Regardless of how many Bloods it took, Blood was indeed the last man standing tonight! If he can do the same at Prove Your Worth, he will walk out victorious!
“Let’s Get It On” comes through the speakers and most of the women look as though they’d love to get it on with this man stepping from the back.
JENNY JERSEY: Coming to you from Funkytown, he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred fifty-three pounds… representing Cash And Ass… DR. TITTYLOVER!
The Good Doctor climbs the steps and is in the ring conversing with Jenny Jersey.
“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the speakres and the crowd give him a great reaction of cheers.
JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia… Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is one half of Juggernauts, Bitch!… he is… JACOB VENAR!
Venar steps up the steps and into the ring where he hands his belt over to Referee Alan Stone.
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Venar starts this match off with a running clothesline sending Tittylover down on the canvas. Dr. Tittylover bounces up quickly though and here comes Venar with a second round of clothesline, but Dr. Tittylover drops him with a drop toe hold. Dr. Tittylover up and pulling Venar up with him. Venar sent into the ropes with an Irish whip, bouncing back into a pimp boot, but Venar doesn’t go down. Venar back in the ropes, Dr. Tittylover going after him with rights and lefts. Venar with a quick boot to the midsection causes the Good Doctor to back away from him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Both men going at it hard right now.
COREY TAYLOR: I don’t think “going hard” and both men” should go in the same sentence when Dr. Tittylover is concerned.
Venar with a side headlock, Dr. Tittylover shoves him into the ropes. Venar runs up the ropes flipping back over Dr. Tittylover to land a reverse DDT. Venar doesn’t even try to make a cover, instead pulling him up to a vertical base. Right hand from Venar, stinging chop, and a knee combo have Dr. Tittylover in the corner and trying to protect himself. Jacob with a whip sends Dr. Tittylover into the other corner. Venar charges in, but Dr. Tittylover flips over behind Jacob. Dropkick sends Venar’s head into the turnbuckle.
ROB MARTINEZ: What athleticism from Dr. Tittylover there.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh God, the visual.
Dr. Tittylover grabs another side headloc, but begins to punch Jacob in the forehead with pimptastic left fists wearing Jacob down. Dr. Tittylover releases the headlock, bouncing off the ropes exectung a very technical knee to the face that rocks Venar on his feet. Dr. Tittylover slams a chop into Jacob’s chest sending him into the corner. Dr. Tittylover climbs up on Venar.
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Venar with a spinebuster counters the mounted punches. Venar’s head is red from
the force of the blows, but he wants to pick the stipulation as much as Dr. Tittylover does. Jacob in the ropes, baseball slide rolls Dr. Tittylover out of the ring. Jacob wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes again launching himself over the top rope with a diving plancha onto the rising Dr. Tittylover! Dr. Tittylover manages to somehow throw his feet up and flip Venar into the railing around ringside causing it to move back a couple of inches. Dr. Tittylover is up, holding onto the ring apron for support.
ROB MARTINEZ: Venar moves the railing back after that impact.
COREY TAYLOR: And Dr. Tittylover is grinning!
Dr. Tittylover rushes over with another knee to Jacob’s face causing him to look up in confusion. Dr. Tittylover with a pimp slap sends the taste, and spit, right out of Venar’s mouth. Dr. Tittylover whips Venar into the ringpost, but Venar is able to leap up onto the apron and send a roundhouse kick right back into Dr. Tittylover’s face. Dr. Tittylover is able to avoid most of the blow, but is stunned enough to allow Venar to begin climbing up to his feet. Dr. Tittylover charges in at Venar who lifts him up sending him towards the ringpost.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God! How did Tittylover flip over the top turnbuckle?!
COREY TAYLOR: Even I got to admit… DAMN!
Dr. Tittylover lands on the apron, on the other side of the ringpost from Venar. Jacob stands up, shocked as is everyone else. Dr. Tittylover quickly climbs up top and leaps with a leg extended.
ROB MARTINEZ: Bootzilla from the top rope to the stunned Venar!
COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!
Venar’s head snaps back from the impact and he slams on the concrete. Dr. Tittylover pulls him up, rolling him inside lexapro the ring where he intends to end this match. Dr. Tittylover lifts Venar up to his feet, turning him upside down for Mothership Connection. Venar blocks it with a fist into Tittylover’s midsection. Venar pounds his chin with an uppercut sending Dr. Tittylover backwars. Venar with a rolling clothesline backs Dr. Tittylover up into the ropes. Dr. Tittylover grabs a wristlock, but Venar turns and flips until he locks his legs around Tittylover’s arm in an arm trap scissorlock. Dr. Tittylover spins around slamming Venar down as he falls, but Venar manages to releases the hold before he slams onto the canvas. Dr. Tittylover up, Venar leaps over Dr. Tittylover bouncing off the ropes to come back with a knee to the face. Dr. Tittylover spins around with a high angle spinebuster, but Venar counters with a facebuster on Tittylover!
ROB MARTINEZ: What an exchange there Corey!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve got to admit again, damn!
Venar rolls up to his feet and climbs the corner, looking to Spread His Wings! He leaps.
Misses!
Venar rolls through, Dr. Tittylover up and ready. He levels himself for a spear, but Venar counters by leaping over the charging Tittylover. Venar lands on his feet, Dr. Tittylover spins around.
Superkick!
Dr. Tittylover goes down, the kick caught him right above the bridge of his nose. Venar covers.
One…
Two…
Three.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Jacob Venar!
Jacob holds his hand up high as he leans back in the corner.
ROB MARTINEZ: A shorter match, but the intensity was off the charts!
COREY TAYLOR: These two men brought this much intensity, imagine what next week will bring!
ROB MARTINEZ: I know. For Aggression, this is Corey Taylor and Rob Martinez saying next week… the wrestlers will need to Prove Their Worth!
~Internet Exclusive~
(After the show has gone off the air)
Casino sits in his lockerroom, ice wrapped in a white towel pressed to the back of his head. The white towel is now tinged red, but the bleeding has finally stopped. The door opens and Dr. Tittylover walks into the room after his match with Jacob Venar.
CASINO: Way to get your ass beat out there. Look, I don’t know, nor do I even care at this point how or why REBEL is making me team with you. But if you’re going to be my partner you deranged bastard, can you at least look like your head is in the game?
TITTYLOVER: Actually my head is gonna be up one of these hoes asses in about….
CASINO: STOP! T.M.I. Why even compete tonight? I’ve seen Wayne Wright put up more of a fight than you did out there! And now? Now Venar and Maverick get to pick the stips to our tag match!
Tittylover pulls himself away from the hoes, walks over and drapes his arm over the shoulder of a man he’s known for over twenty years.
TITTYLOVER: It was all part of my plan n***a.
CASINO: Getting your ass beat was your plan? Mission accomplished.
TITTYLOVER: No not that you ignorant cotton picker. I wanted to see how tough that little white boy was. Plus who cares what stip they pick n***a? When we beat ‘em at their own game for the BLING then we’ll be ridin’ high and be covered in fat bitches! And won’t nobody be attacking either of us as we ride high!
Casino shrugs the arm of ‘the mad pimp’ off of him and heads towards the door. Chris looks back, anger filling his face and the towel held loosely in his left hand.
CASINO: Ugh. Whatever. I’m off to get smashed and hopefully fall into a booze induced coma that will make me forget how much my head hurts and how much I despise you.
Tittylover watches his partner leave.
TITTYLOVER: Poor boy, I remember how tough it is to be a poor black child. Oh well, he’ll thank me later when we’re the champ bay-bee!!
