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Unfortunately during the show the feed was interupted either by either the person behind the attacks or by freak chance; however the Chad Kurtis vs J-Kurt match will make it on DVD release as it was recorded.

Surprises abound in this episode of one of Rebel Pro's main supershows.

More attacks, but great stars perserveered to carry on the show.

Rankings, new card, and site updates tomorrow.

Live from the Grady Cole Center(Charlotte, NC)

"Prove to You" by Chevelle blares through the speakers as the camera pans around to show the packed Grady Cole Center, not a single seat is empty. The fans have already gotten their beer, their Cokes, their popcorn as we pan around to Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor sitting at the announce table; Jenny Jersey is of course standing center ring ready for the first match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this Rebel Pro Supershow is brought to you by the lovely folks at Durham 8 TV and broadcasted to local bars as well as in the Aggression Arena in Durham this evening.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet that was hard to do in one breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: The song is Chevelle's "Prove to Me", this is my partner Corey Taylor, I'm Rob Martinez, and lets get to Jenn...

COREY TAYLOR: What is it?

The camera immediately goes backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: There seems to have been yet another attack.

Justin Case is laid out on the floor, blood seeping from a wound on the back of his head, a "M" painted on his back with another "M" painted just below that.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is going on in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like Marcus Marion is involved, way to go he never should have lost that title anyways. But then again it could be that dastardly Marina Blue behind it as well.

The camera cuts again to a lockerroom where Ian Schwartz is slumped unconscious in his wheelchair and Marina is face down with her head turned to the side. A "M" has been painted on her back and Ian's shirt is torn to reveal a "M" as well.

COREY TAYLOR: She did it to herself for damn pity. She is lower than low.

ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely not the way we had invisioned "Prove Your Worth" opening up but with both World Champion and his challenger down, will there even be a match later tonight?

COREY TAYLOR: I dunno, but Case retains if not so lets get to the first match.

Back to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the opener for Prove Your Worth and is set for one fall...

"The Kenyan King" by The Kenyan Bomas hits up in the speakers as from the back, escorted by Damien Alexander, comes Kongo to a huge amount of booing. Kongo looks around, but the booing doesn't seem to bother him at all.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring standing at seven feet two inches and weighing three hundred and sixty pounds, accompanied to the ring by Damien Alexander... "THE KENYAN KING" KONGO!

Kongo steps flat footed up onto the apron before stepping over the top rope and into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is one massive individual.

COREY TAYLOR: In other words, he is a big motherfucker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh... yeah.

"I Hear the Voices" comes into the sound system and out from the back comes a very scared and very aluminumfied Bobby Lee to a massive amount of cheering. Bobby Lee ducks, thinking it is a bomb, but shakily gets up and waves to the crowd; a bit shyly.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making his way to the ring, from Miller's Trailer Park, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred forty pounds... BOBBY LEE!

Bobby looks at Kongo up in the ring, a bit nervous before he rolls under the rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bobby Lee looking for his first victory here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: He is remembering what happened to hiim at the hands of Akuma The Malignant.

DING DING

Referee Jimmy Johnson is officiating this contest as the bell sounds and Kongo starts off with a massive right hand rocking BL off his feet. Kongo slams another fist into his face before lifting him off the ground with a massive boot to the midsection. Kongo scoops BL onto his shoulders in a torture rack, seeming to send a messege to Akuma while he stares at the backstage curtain. Kongo bears down on the force, BL begins to scream in pain. Kongo tosses him in the corner, BL lands on the top turnbuckle, midsection first and crumples there wimpering from the pain and lack of anything to do about it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo dominating here.

COREY TAYLOR: As if there was any doubt.

Kongo lifts Bobby Lee back off his position on the turnbuckle, into a military press slam position. Damien encourages him to just toss him over the top rope. Kongo obliges and Bobby Lee is tossed bodily over the top rope to land at Damien's feet. Alexander begins to stomp away on the downed BL and the crowd let him know their displeasure.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about? I don't see anything.

Bobby Lee scrambles up to his feet, trying to run away because he knows that he can't fight the big man, let alone both of them. Damien catches him by the back of his tights, rolling him into the ring. Kongo lifts him to his feet. Irish whip.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gawd what a big boot!

Bobby Lee spins into the corner and slams back first there. Here comes Kongo with The Amazon Splash. Kongo in the air...

Bobby Lee falls!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo just opened up his own skull!

COREY TAYLOR: Kongo is out! I can't believe it.

Kongo is slumped in the corner, Bobby Lee manages to roll him up from behind.

One...

Two,...

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match... Bobby Lee!

He can't believe it, but here comes Damien into the ring and Kongo is waking up. Bobby Lee notices and dives out of the ring. He looks over his shoulder as Kongo and Damien look on.

COREY TAYLOR: What the...?

Akuma out of the crowd past Corey Taylor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes Jester... I mean The Ringleader.

The Ringleader jumps the barricade, Kongo and Damien are still watching Bobby Lee. Akuma spins Kongo around. Jester slams the wolf head of his cane right into Damien's skull, sending him down.

BIG MAN FIGHT!

Fistycuffs!

Kongo and Akuma exchanging blows, rights and lefts. The ring is shaking with the force of the blows. Jester from behind slams the cane into Kongo's knee causing him to stumble. Akuma grunts with effort.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dear GAWD! Akuma has Kongo on his shoulders!

DEMONIC ASCENSION!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!

ROB MARTINEZ: The ring may have just broken!

Here comes security, but a bit too late. However Jester and Akuma are leaving without any further damage to Kongo and Damien Alexander. Security looks a bit lost as what to do, as if that is anything new. Jester laughs his laugh and Akuma seems to be wanting some more flesh to pound into submission.

ROB MARTINEZ: We'll be right back after this break and hopefully the ring isn't broken underneath.

Commercial for Brion's Baked Beans... even without 'em he's a gas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans we are back after that brief commercial break and the ring has suffered no lasting effects.

COREY TAYLOR: But it will when they undoubtedly collide again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here's Jenny with our next match.

The Instrumental version of "Creeping Death" comes through the speakers as from the back to a mixed reaction that leans more towards boos than cheers is Devils Nation.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of five hundred and eighty pounds... JIMMYand KEVIN THORTON... DEVILS NATION!

Jimmy and Kevin don't care about the boos, nor the cheers as they step into the ring.

"We Are One" hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Back Yard Breed to another mixed reaction, this one leaning towards cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty-eight pounds, the team of JORDI DAVIES and KYLE TWEED... BACK! YARD! BREED!

Jordi and Kyle step into the ring, their eyes locked on the two members of Devils Nation.

Is that the Wringling Brothers? No, its Barnum and Bailey, no the WRingling Brothers. Who cares?! Its Circus music! The crowd are on their feet cheering for the two smallest men in professional wrestling!

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of two hundred pounds... NIGEL and WINSTON... DEVILS DISCIPLES!

Nigel and Winston dive into the ring where the other members are already laying into each other with rights and lefts.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Winston with a bite to Kyle's ass?

ROB MARTINEZ: Nigel with a punch to the berries of Kevin Thorton!

The two men are trying their best, but their size is just too much to over come as they are tossed out of the ring. Winston catches the top rope, Nigel flips onto the top turnbuckle. Kyle and Kevin have forgotten them. Winston with a roundhouse kick right to the bridge of Kevin's nose and he goes down! Nigel slams both of his feet right into Kyle's face and he falls back over Winston for the first pin!

One...

Two...

Jordi Davies with the save ain the stomp to the back of Winston's head.

Boos from the crowd at the stop, they want Winston and Nigel to get a victory. Here comes Jimmy Thorton with a sweeping kick to the ribs of Jordi Davies, but Davies manages to sway out of reach. Jordi with a spinning elbow rocks Jimmy back in the corner. Winston is holding at his back, but Nigel is pissed and slides out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nigel has... a chair!

COREY TAYLOR: He can't lift it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Winston rolls out of the ring, holding at his back still, that stomp hurt damnit! Jordi lifts Jimmy up to the top turnbuckle, but Jimmy fires back with a right and left quick succession combo sending Jordi stumbling over Kyle Tweed. Jimmy launches himself coming down with a leg drop across Jordi's throat into a pin.

One....

Two...

Thr

The flying form of Nigel breaks up the count as he lands on Jimmy Thorton. Here comes Kevin though, lifting the much... much... much smaller man up tossing him through the air like some mini lawn dart. Nigel's head slams into the top turnbuckle and he crumples to the canvas, perhaps out cold. A scream is heard and here comes Winston with a miniature baseball bat aiming at Kevin's legs. Kevin Thorton laughs while pointing at Kevin. Jimmy is up as well and the two surround Winston.

ROB MARTINEZ: Winston is going to go down defending himself.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn't that little bat so... WHAT THE HELL?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Its a shocker!

Winston shoves it into the groin of Kevin Thorton and flips the switch. Kevin stumbles back from the pain, his hands going right to the groin and holding himself. Winston turns quickly, shoving the shocker into Jimmy's crotch. Winston looks up into Jimmy's eyes and mouths "Bye bye babies"

And pulls the trigger!

Jimmy is blasted back from the shocker. Winston looks down, blowing off the end like it is some sort of six shooter gun. But he pauses too long as Jordi Davies slams into him with force from behind. Jordi's knee catches him right in the back of the skull, sending him down face first on the canvas and losing his control of the shocker. Kyle Tweed picks it up and places it in his tights.

COREY TAYLOR: It doesn't look good now.

ROB MARTINEZ: It didn't look too good before.

Nigel has woken up and has finally gotten a chair into the ring, but Jordi takes it from him. He boots Nigel in the face, sending him to sit in the corner, holding at his busted lip. Jordi turns around.

*WHAM!*

Chair right to the face of Kyle Tweed. Jordi looks down and smiles?! Yes he is smiling!

COREY TAYLOR: What the?

ROB MARTINEZ: That seems to be your question of the night.

Kyle falls on his back while Jordi makes his way out of the ring. Jimmy and Kevin are still holding themselves, unable to move. Nigel and Winston look at the three men remaining in the ring, back to each other, back to the men, and finally back to each other. They both dive on Kyle Tweed. Alan Stone slides into position.

One...

Two...

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match... Winston and Nigel... Devils Disciples!

ROB MARTINEZ: They did it! I can't believe it! They freaking did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They have to be the smallest men to ever have won a match in Rebel Pro, in wrestling in general!

Nigel and Winston jump up and celebrate as Jester walks from the back, shock on his face as he just stares at the two in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: We'll be right back after this commercial break with our third match of the night.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, where J-Kurt is going to kill his brother Chad.

Commercial for Jacob's Jockstraps, only the strong survive.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are being told that another attack has taken place backstage, lets get our camera back there to see what is going on.

The camera cuts backstage where Blood is sitting up against a wall, a crimson mask covering the part of his face that is visible. Blood also covers his chest and he seems to have been attacked and leaned up against the wall.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! Ha! This confirms that it is Marcus Marion! He is just a genius, weaken your competition then kick their ass in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: I'm not sure, but it is sure looking like he is behind all of this.

Back to ringside.

Static for about fifteen minutes, blame it on the weather. Unfortunately it has disrupted the Chad Kurtis vs J-Kurt match. When we get the show back up and running, we will put this match back into the show for its DVD release.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from the freak problem with the show feed, sorry for the inconvenience.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we are back just in time to send you to commercial, thank God for advertising.

Commercial for Kent's Camo; not even I can find them.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is your Last Man Standing Match!!!!

"My Michelle" by GNR hits and the crowd explodes with boos!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds....Marcus Marion!!!

Marion gets nothing but white hot heat as he makes his way to the ringside area. A chant of 'Die Marcus Die!' start up and the former World Champ actually smiles when he hears them. He climbs into the ring and points out to a fan holding a sign that reads, 'Die Marcus!'

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent......

"I Get It" by Chevelle hits and the crowd pops! They might not be huge fans of the man, but they love him far more than they do Marcus!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 245 pounds.......Blood!!!

Next to Marcus, Blood gets a heroes welcome as he makes his way to the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match should end the fued that's sprung up between these two men! With all the recent shenanigans on both sides, we have barred everyone from ringside and even have two referees to keep order!

COREY TAYLOR: Well that's kinda flies in the face of everything REBEL doesn't it?

Referee Jimmy Johnson takes a spot outside of the ring while senior referee Alan Stone checks briefly on Blood before calling for the bell.

Marcus eases his way across the ring, looking around to see if any more 'Bloods' make an appearance and stands in front of his opponent who is still propped up in the corner. Marcus lays in the bad mouth and lets loose with a slap across the face of Blood! Marion quickly backs off but Blood is still sagging in the corner. Another quick scan of the ringside area reveals no more mystery men dressed like Blood and a smirking Marion again steps to an already battered foe. Once more Marcus trash talks Blood and again snaps back his opponents head with a hard slap. Marcus backs up, all smiles, and lets the boos wash down on him. Marion has some words with Alan Stone before again approaching Blood. Hard right hand from Blood shocks Marcus! Using the ropes for leverage, Blood again connects with another right hand! Marcus is back peddling now as a weary Blood staggers out of the corner. A third right hand sends Marcus backing into a corner a begging off.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to be careful of Marcus! He's very calculating!

Blood steps in to close the gap and takes a thumb to the eye from Marcus! Chop across the chest from the former world champ! Another chop from Marcus lights up the chest of Blood and the crowd 'woooooooo's' in appreciation! Marcus makes it a hat trick with a third chop across the chest and Blood quickly drives a knee up into the ribs of Marcus. Marcus is whipped into the ropes! Marion ducks under a clothesline but gets caught with a snap powerslam on the rebound! Blood crawls to his feet and tells the referee to count! The crowd counts along with referee Alan Stone.

One!

Two!

Three!

COREY TAYLOR: Way to early for my man to lose!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: I got $100 on Marcus to win tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Professional as always.

Marcus pulls himself up and Stone waves his count off. A running clothesline from Blood drops Marcus back to the mat. Marcus rolls to a sitting potion and tries to beg off as Blood approaches him. Hard right hand from Blood! Marcus scoots back and continues to plead for Blood to stay away when he gets clocked with another right hand! Blood pulls his arm back for another punch when he takes a low blow from the devious Marcus! Marion grabs the tights of a doubled over Blood and uses his leverage to throw his foe through the first and second ring rope and out to the floor! Marcus rolls to the outside and plants a boot to the side of Bloods head.

Marion pulls Blood to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring steps. Blood reverses! Marcus reverses the reversal! Blood collides with the ring steps knees first and flips over them to land onto his back on the concrete floor. Marcus staggers over to where Blood is using the guard rails to pull himself up and takes out the mans left leg with a chop block! Marcus is back to his feet, all smiles for the ringside fans. Marcus watches as Blood again uses the guard rails to help try to regain his footing and Marion quickly snatches up a length of cable from the camera and wraps it around the throat of Blood! Referee Jimmy Johnson is trying to restore order to no avail as Marcus looks to be chocking out Blood. Marcus finally releases his hold on the cables and Blood slumps to the floor. 'Count him!' Marcus yells to Johnson. Again the crowd counts along.

One!

Two!

Three!

Blood is starting to stir!

Four!

Five!

Blood sits up, scrambles to grab the guard rails and starts pulling himself up. Before he can get top his feet he's attack with a flurry of punches from Marcus breaking the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood is up! This match continues!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn! Thank God this match doesn't have a twenty count, most of our audience can barely make it to ten as it is!

Marcus rolls Blood into the ring and follows in close behind him. Blood slowly regains his footing and Marcus quickly hooks him and nails a running bulldog! Marcus gets to his feet and taunts the crowd as Alan Stone counts.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blood is again starting to stir as he rolls over onto his stomach!

Five!

Six!

Blood pulls himself to all fours!

Seven!

Blood somehow gets to his feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood showing tremendous heart!

Marcus rushes Blood and runs right into a Ura-nage! Blood stands on wobbly legs as Marcus pulls himself to his feet. Blood hooks Marcus and delivers backbreaker across his uninjured knee! Blood yanks Marcus back up and again hits another brutal backbreaker! A third! A fourth! A fifth! Blood lets Marcus collapse on the ring, staggers and slumps against the ropes and watches as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Marcus rolls to his stomach and slowly starts to try to work his way to his feet.

Six!

Seven!

Marcus is up on one foot!

Eight!

Nine!

COREY TAYLOR: Get the &$^%# up!

Marcus gets up to a standing position and the count is broken! Marion turns and is almost beheaded by a boot to the face! Marcus is sent tumbling backwards and collides with referee Alan Stone! Both men go down in a heap and the second referee Jimmy Johnson slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone and Marcus are down!

COREY TAYLOR: They need to DQ Blood! Or something! I got my water bill money on this match!

Blood grabs Johnson and yells for him to count, but it's moot now as Marcus as rolled out of the ring. Blood slides to the outside and pops Marcus with a right hand! Blood grabs the ring steps and hoists them up and shoves them inside the ring. He turns his attention to Marcus and pays for it when Marion rams a shoulder into the left knee of Blood! Blood rolls back into the ring clutching as his leg as Marcus tries to shake the cobwebs from his head. Blood is up to his feet but Marcus reaches into the ring, hooks a leg and pulls him back down to the mat! Marcus drags Blood over to the corner and pulls crotching his foe on the ringpost! With an evil grin Marcus grabs the limp legs of Blood and locks in a figure four around the ringpost! The crowd actually pops for the move as Blood is tapping out! Marcus releases the hold and Blood lays in the corner clutching his injured limb. Referee Alan Stone has recovered and starts the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Blood grabs the ring ropes and tries to pull himself to his feet.

Six!

Seven!

Blood is up to a seated position!

Eight!

Nine!

Blood yanks himself to his feet for just a second before dropping back down but it's enough to break the count! Marcus goes nuts on the outside as he thought for sure it was over!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on! That was 10! I counted it in my head!

Marcus pulls back the ring skirt and pulls out a table to a huge 'We Want Tables' chant from the crowd! Blood is back to his feet and hobbling around the ring as Marcus sets the table up next to the ring before sliding inside. Marcus rushes Blood but gets caught with a snap belly to belly suplex! Blood pulls himself on top of Marcus and starts to rain down hard right hands to the head! Marcus shoves him off but not before Blood was able to cause some damage. The nose of Marcus is bleeding badly and the former World Champ rolls to the outside. Blood grabs Marcus by the hair and bounces his head off the ring apron! Marcus staggers and slumps against the guard rails while Blood reaches under the ring and finds a chair! Blood turns, sets his sights on Marcus and gets ready to swing! Marcus kicks the knee of Blood and it's enough to cause Blood to drop to a knee and allow Marion to wrestle to the chair away! Chair shot to the head from Marcus! Chair shot across the back as Blood is now on all fours! Marcus follows up with a trio of lightning quick chair shots to the legs of Blood before throwing the dented chair away!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus trying to break the legs of Blood! Actually smart strategy by the former World Champ!

Marcus rolls back into the ring as referee Jimmy Johnson starts his count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Blood is using the guard rails to help himself try to get up!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Blood is up and draped across the guard rails! Marcus hangs his head and rolls back to the outside.

COREY TAYLOR: These referees are crooked!

Marcus charges Blood but runs into a hotshot onto the guard rail! Blood walks around the prone body of Marcus trying to get feeling back into his leg as the referee counts.

One!

Two!

Blood shoves Johnson away and drags Marcus to his feet. Marion is rolled inside the ring and Blood slides in behind him. Blood pulls Marcus to his feet and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Blood, slowly starts to climb the ring steps he brought into the ring earlier and at the top he stops and sways for a moment threatening to topple off. Death Valley Driver off the ring steps to the mat! Marcus rolls into a ball holding the back of his neck as Alan Stone starts a count on both men!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh No!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! This could be it!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blood grabs the rings steps and starts to pull himself up.

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Marcus is stirring and grabs ahold of Blood, using him to pull himself up!

Eight!

Nine!

Both men get to their feet at the last possible second!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are up!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh thank God! Well, not for Blood but you know....

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Right hand from Blood!

Right hand from Blood!

Marcus drops to his knees and begs off! Blood reaches down to grab him but takes a thumb to the eye!

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Blood gets caught coming in!

Marcus shoves Blood out onto the ring apron and climbs out behind him. Blood is getting to his feet when he takes a kick from behind that lands firmly between the uprights! Marcus spins around a doubled over Blood, hooks him and hits the Revolutionary Thrill off the ring apron and through the table set up at ringside! A loud 'HOLY SHIT!' chant breaks out as both men lay under the remains of the table. Jimmy Johnson looks at the battered men and starts his count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus just killed Blood!

COREY TAYLOR: But he has to beat the count too!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Marcus pulls himself out of the rubble and slowly tries to get to his feet.

Seven!

Eight!

Marcus is using the ring skirt to pull himself up and Blood still hasn't moved!

Nine!

Marcus is up!

Ten!

COREY TAYLOR: YEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!

Johnson calls for the bell and Marcus quickly drops down to a seated position on the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match....Marcus Marion!!!!

Senior referee Alan Stone rolls outside and raises the arm of Marcus as EMTs rush out to check on a still unmoving Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a war these men put themselves through! What heart from....

COREY TAYLOR: Oh who cares? Marcus won! Woooooo!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: You're pitiful.

Commercial for Bubba's BBQ, Its yummy to the last finger lick.

"As Daylight Dies" hits up and out walks Akuma being led by Jester The Ringleader. The fans boo The Ringleader but seem to be somewhat compassionate towards Akuma but it is probably just a fascade.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by Jester The Ringleader, he stands at six feet seven inches while weighing three hundred and twenty-seven pounds... AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Akuma steps into the ring before turning to face the backstage curtain.

COREY TAYLOR: Akuma is going to dominate, just freaking dominate Gary here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: We'll just see about that.

"BACON!" is quickly followed by "House of the Rising Sun" as Gary makes his way confidently from the back, the Aggression title firmly around his old waist.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, he stands at five feet nine inches and comes to you from Duluth, Minnesota... GRANDPA GARY!

Gary walks around the ring, looking up at Akuma as he does so. He steps up onto the apron and into the ring where he hands Alan Stone the Aggression Championship belt.

DING DING

Gary asks for a lockup and Akuma obliges. Gary with a vicious kick right to Akuma's balls doubling the big man over. No matter how big he is, he's still got a set and Gary just kicked a fieldgoal to win the game. Gary with a upprcut that stands Akuma back up, although his hand is still consoling himself, but Gary pounds another right hand into Akuma's mouth after a brief jump. On the outside Jester is yelling at Akuma to start!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary rocking the challenger so far.

COREY TAYLOR: But he still hasn't left his feet.

Akuma with a dinging right fist sends Gary falling right on his ass over tea kettle. But Gary is back up, the streets have definitely toughened him up as he charges right back in. Gary with a dinging right, but Akuma with a left this time sends Gary rolling backwards again. However Gary is right back up, charging the big man, chop to the chest stings Akuma, but does nothing more. Akuma looks down at his chest then back to Gary. Give the Aggression Champion credit, his old ass doesn't back down instead he leaps up slapping the spittle right from Akuma's mouth before taking to the air with a flying clothesline that has Akuma in the ropes. Akuma seems shocked by this little man's tenacity, but it is nothing to what happens next as Gary springs, yes he actually springs from the middle rope to deliver a bulldog that takes Akuma down on the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma goes down!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn his old ass!

Gary begins to get up, holding at his back because he may just have exerted too much in the early going. Gary stumbles to the ropes, but Akuma is already getting back up; after all he isn't sixty years old.

COREY TAYLOR: Gary is going to have to fight through the pain of his age to keep Akuma down.

ROB MARTINEZ: He knows, but if you've never had back trouble then you don't know.

COREY TAYLOR: Probably doing that nurse of his.

Akuma rolls to his knee but Gary fights through the pain to boot the big man right in the face, spinning to slam the point of his elbow right into the bridge of Akuma's nose. Akuma grunts from the pain and blood immediately starts to flow and Gary aims a big old right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma catches the right!

Akuma holds the right fist of Gary and begins to stand up growling fiercely as he does so. Akuma catches the left fist from Gary to prevent that punch as well. Gary aims a kick, but Akuma blocks it with a well placed knee. Akuma with a headbutt knocks Gary senseless, a second knocks him out on his feet, but Akuma holds him up by his fists. Akuma throws him across the ring by his fists and Gary slides into the corner on his front. Akuma begins to stalk Gary, his prey, now and has a murderous intent all over his face. Gary is struggling back to a vertical base, but Akuma stomps down on the back on his head sending him face first onto the canvas. Akuma stands on the back of Gary's head and the Aggression Champion is screaming in pain as a small pool of blood begins to spread.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the old fart's nose is broken!

ROB MARTINEZ: That means both men's noses are broken.

COREY TAYLOR: Don't be silly, they only have one nose a piece.

Akuma grinds the broken nose of Gary into the mat, ensuring that he desintigrates the cartiledge so that Gary may have to have a trachea in order to breathe. Akuma picks him up, lifting him onto his shoulders before tossing him with a military press slam across the ring. Gary hits so hard that he bounces to a seated position and remains there. Akuma growls as he charges in with a massive roaring knee right into the back of Gary's skull nearly folding him in half. The face of Gary is covered in red, but then so is Akuma's although he is fighting through it. Akuma whips Gary into the ropes, he aims before leaping.

COREY TAYLOR: Arrow of Fate!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he broke him.

COREY TAYLOR: Or at least ruptured his spleen, I'll take that.

Gary holds at his midsection, in obvious pain, he can't help it, he is hurt and hurt bad. Akuma growls again as he lifts Gary up.

ALL'S END!

SIXTY YEAR OLD STUNNER!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it how does he do it?!

ROB MARTINEZ: He can't capitalize and he is hurt, Gary is holding his midsection still.

Gary crawls over, blood pouring out of his ruined nose, he is nearly there.

Gary's head falls, but he lifts it thanks to the crowd's cheering for him. Gary looks around at the assembled crowd.

GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY!

He collapses on top of Akuma as Alan Stone slides into position.

One...

Two...

Three

DING DING

NO!

Akuma with his shoulder up, Alan Stone is holding up two fingers!

Gary looks up, his eyes cloudy from pain and the crowd can't hear what is going on they are cheering too loudly to hear. Gary stumbles to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: He didn't do it!

ROB MARTINEZ: A preemptive bell ringing, it was that damn close fans. I'm sitting right here and I thought it was over!

Alan tells Gary what is going on and he nods. Alan moves quickly. Gary is confused. Akuma slams into him!

Gary is smashed in the corner thanks to the Arrow of Fate to the back! Akuma rips him out of the corner.

Up!

Down!

ALL'S END!

Akuma makes the cover!

One...

Two...

Three.

DING DING

Yes, this one is for real!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion... Akuma The Malignant.

Jester has the belt, he is holding it up as high as he can. Akuma stands center ring as Jester slides in. Akuma is covered in blood, but Jester holds the belt on his own shoulder as though he won the belt.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can't beleive it!

COREY TAYLOR: The old fart isn't invincible, he lost.

Gary rolls out of the ring, clutching at his belly as he stumble steps to the back.

** Backstage **

The duo of Cash N' Ass are seen walking through the halls moments before their title match.

CASINO: Tittylover, if we win tonight.....

TITTYLOVER: 'If?' N***a, we're gonna be the first all black world tag champs in this promotions history in a lil' bit!

CASINO: Uh, at any rate, when we win I still want your word you'll go to REBEL and tell them to make sure I can wrestle singles matches again.

TITTYLOVER: Of course fool! But don't be thinkin' of tomorrow, think of us winnin' them belts from those crackers and havin' a late night party with bitches n' hoes! Jusat remember, as your elder I pick the hoes I want first.

Casino watches his 'partner' walk off.

Casino: (sarcastically) Awesome.

Commercial for Tyler's Transvestite Tour, even Troy likes the toys.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back and here is the Tag Team Title match up that we've all been waiting for.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go with the second of three title matches tonight Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, sleeper number two, although Grandpa Gary nearly getting wrestlecized in the last match was a high point for me.

Casino with a right rocking Johnny back. Here comes Jacob though with a swift kick to Dr. Tittylover's ribs sending hiim into the ropes. A back body sends Casino out.

He lands on the apron, grabbing Johnny in a rear facelock. He lifts, Johnny fights, but manages to turn in mid-air. He lands on the inch behind Casino, Chris begins to fire elbows from side to side to stop Johnny. Maverick wraps his arms around Casino's waist. He just lets gravity take over.

COREY TAYLOR: Casino's head just slammed into the concrete, he may have dented it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think his skull will be fine.

COREY TAYLOR: Skull?! I'm talking about the concrete!

Johnny rolls back into the ring, time for a little double team action. Tittylover pounds his fists in rapid succession into Jacob's ribs in the corner.

PIMP SLAP!

Jacob's head rocks back on his neck, DT going for another. Maverick lifts up, hand caught and DT turns around.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a headbutt from Johnny!

Dr. Tittylover's head rocks back to meet Jacob's oncoming head.

Headbutt sandwich!

DT may be busted open, too early to tell right now. Maverick with an Irish whip sends DT running into the corner. Maverick whips his partner Jacob Venar who launches with a scissor kick right to DT's mouth causing him to bounce out of the corner thanks to the impact. Johnny off the ropes with a springboard bulldog and DT is down on the canvas.

Double cover!

One...

Two...

Casino pulls Jimmy Johnson out of the ring, shaking his finger in his face. Johnson just shrugs his shoulders, no DQs here so it is perfectly legal. Casino rolls into the ring, ready for both Juggernauts. Casino with a right, Johnny with a left, Jacob with a left right combo. Casino avoids Johnny's blow by swaying towards Venar and accepts the left and right in quick succession.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino making a sacrifice.

Casino in Jacob's reach now and letting him know it with firey rights into the ribs. Maverick launches a kick into the ribs, but Casino just falls down the kick connects with Venar. Maverick looks up, shrugging as Jacob nods that he knows it was Casino's fault. Chris looks up, and smiles?

COREY TAYLOR: WATCH OUT!

DT with a steel chair to the back of Venar's head sends hin into Johnny's arms. DT doesn't wait though as he swings the chair again, Casino similtaneously kicks him right in the thigh from his down position. Maverick falls back from the double team move and is in the ropes. Maverick bounces back, but the next shot sends Maverick over the top to the outside. DT doesn't wait though as he continues the steel chair shots on the down Venar. Casino launches himself from the top turnbuckle with a shooting star press onto Maverick on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GAWD what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: It connects, but Casino may have hurt himself.

DT has Venar in the corner stomping a pimptastic mudhole into his body, but Casino has the ultimate weapon outside.

COREY TAYLOR: What is... that?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not that, please not that!

Casino has a homemade video playing of Chyna matches!

The crowd are shrieking in fear and disgust, Johnny goes slack jawed and his eyes are glassy. DT turns to Casino, shaking his head, perhaps even he wouldn't go that far. Venar slams his head into DT's midsection before pulling himself up in the corner. Right, he shifts his feet, left. Jacob is dancing like Ali as he dances while jabbing rights and lefts into DT's head and ribs. DT falls back. Venar runs up the corner...

FLYING ROUNDHOUSE!

COREY TAYLOR: DT may be decapitated!

Venar doesn't check to see, he leaps over the top rope with a diving plancha that sends Casino sprawling and his IPOD sliding to the feet of the announcer's table.

COREY TAYLOR: That IPOD isn't cheap Venar better return it!

ROB MARTINEZ: He didn't steal it.

COREY TAYLOR: And he'd better not!

Venar stomps down on the chest and ribs of Casino while Johnny still sits there dazed and drooling from boredom and fear. Jacob slaps him hard to bring hiim around.

It works as Johnny shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and crawls for the IPOD. He lifts it up, pausing the match before crawling back to Casino.

MAVERICK: You like her so much!

Johnny holds the screen close to Casino's face while Jacob makes him watch her try to wrestle. Casino shakes his head from side to side, but Venar and Maverick make his head stay still.

COREY TAYLOR: He is getting exactly what he deserves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just who are you pulling for?

COREY TAYLOR: I don't know, I'm so... I'm so... I'm so torn!

Corey screams with the torment of who he wants to win, forget him supposing to be unbiast. The match is over and Maverick goes to toss the IPOD away, but a new image pops onto the screen. A broad smile crosses his face as he turns the screen back to Casino. The image causes Casino's eyes to roll back into his skull and Venar passes out. Maverick looks back down to make sure of something.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick passes out!

COREY TAYLOR: What could be that horrible?

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is fixing to find out.

He stumbles over to the screen and lifts it. The camera moves in as much as it can...

MAE YOUNG IN A STRING BIKINI!

Dr. Tittylover looks from side to side before sliding the player into his tights and pulling Maverick up to his feet. He lifts Maverick onto his shoulders and boots Casino to wake him up a bit. Chris looks up hesitating, not wanting to see that image again. He sits up, running over as DT swings Maverick around. Casino leaps catching him in a three quarter facelock.

COREY TAYLOR: Excellent move from Casino there.

Chris rolls Johnny into the ring as DT pulls Venar up slamming his head into the ringpost and busting him open now. Casino sets the chair up in the center of the ring before whipping Maverick into the ropes. Maverick comes back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Drop toe hold to Maverick!

Johnny's face goes right into the chair making a satisfying thunk sound that Casino seems to be very pleased with.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is about three seconds away from splitting with Casino forever!

One...

Two...

Thr

Somehow Venar pulls Casino off of Maverick, saving his partner and their titles. DT is laying on the floor holding himself and rocking back and forth. Venar looks at Casino and just smiles. But wait! Dr. Tittylover pops up behind Venar who is stepping through the ropes. The crowd cheer, but Venar is unaware and Casino isn't letting him on the secret.

LOW BLOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: Low blow sends Venar's hands to hold himself.

Casino has Maverick back up, he lifts him up!

COREY TAYLOR: Bankrupt 2.0 on the chair!

Maverick's out and Casino makes the cover.

One...

COREY TAYLOR: Come back to me Chris, come back to the right side!

Two...

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions; the team of Dr. Tittylover and Chris Casino... Cash And Ass!

COREY TAYLOR(sniffing with joy): He did it! No more Dr. Tittylover!

Commercial for Kurtis' Something or another, not even he has an idea.

Jenny Jersey is in the ring, ready to begin the MAIN EVENT!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Professional Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!

Black Flag hits, and the crowd pops huge! Marina Blue walks out from the back, strutting her stuff, as the entire male population of the crowd whistles and calls her, many of them holding "Marry Me Marina" signs and some other... suggestive things. Marina seems to be favoring her head from the vicious attack earlier in the night.

JENNY JERSEY: Making her way to the ring! The challenger! From North Hollywood, California! Marina! Blue!

Marina climbs into the ring with sexual swagger as "Slip It In" fadess out. Puff Daddy takes over the PA and the crowd does a MASSIVE un-pop.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds! The REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! "The Millenium Game"! Justin! Case!

Case emerges from the back, smirking and jawing with the fans, Hugh Aredone in tow. He also seems to be favoring his head, as he was attacked as well. As he walks down the aisle, something catches his eye. Marcus Marion and Nicole have just sat down at ringside, donning chips and coke. Case starts threatening him, telling him to "Get out of his talented arena", and blaming him for his vicious attack earlier in the night, but Marion just sneers and flashes him two front row tickets. Case snarls, climbs into the ring, and hands his belt off to referee Alan Stone. He smirks at Marina Blue, who raises a provocative eyebrow at Justin Case. Alan Stone hands the belt off to the time keeper, and he calls for the bell.

DING DING.

And this match is on! Marina Blue calls for a collar and elbow tie up. The much larger Justin Case almost laughs at her, but he obliges. Blue quickly slips around an unsuspecting Case, delivering a forearm smash to the back of his head. Case swings an elbow around in blind rage, but Blue slips underneath that blow and delivers a few swift kicks to Case's calf, forcing him down to one knee. Blue runs up Case's knee and delivers a killer Shining Wizard. Case goes down with Blue sitting in his chest for the cover.

One!

Two!

Case quickly kicks out, throwing Blue off of him. Blue quickly gets to her feet, and kicks Case in the jaw--Caught! Case has Blue by the ankle, and now he's mouthing her off, taunting her, telling her just how "untalented" she is--ENZUIGIRI! Case goes down after that blow by Blue as the crowd pops huge! Another cover and a kick out at one and a half by the champion! That head taking another huge blow, Case is getting up slowly. Blue rolls to the outside, opposite Hugh Aredone, and starts looking under the ring for a toy. A hardcore toy. Yes, I said a hardcore toy. She comes out from under the ring with a KENDO stick! She holds it in two hands, playing with it... suggestively... for the fans at ringside. She looks out to the crowd... and sees Marcus Marion. She starts yelling at him, claiming it was he that attacked him. JUSTIN CASE from behind, sends her head first into the guardrail while Marcus Marion looks on, confused, looking like he doesn't know what either of them are talking about.

Case grabs Blue by her hair and rolls her into the ring, carrying the kendo stick with him as he follows her. He winds up and FWHACKs her not once, but THREE TIMES across the small of her back while the crowd BOOS. Case tosses the stick out of the ring, aiming it deliberately in Marion's direction. Case walks to the turnbuckle, and jawing with the fans as he removes the protective padding, revealing nothing but unforgiving STEEL. Case starts yelling at Marion, BLUE FROM BEHIND! Chop block sends Case's knees buckling and his face SLAMS against the exposed steel turnbuckle, and he's split open! Case slumps into the corner, and Blue sizes him up... 619 type maneuver from Blue! Case takes a face full of Blue's boots and he rolls head over heels into the center of the ring. Blue hits the top rope... FLYING LEG DROP--NOBODY HOME! Marina Blue hits the mat rump first and HARD. Blue holds her tailbone in pain as Marcus laughs from the outside, Case rolling back to his feet slowly.

When he gets to his feet, Case is ANGRY! He grabs Blue by the hair and starts MANHANDLING her, and not in the way she likes! He swings her around by the hair as the crowd BOOS, her feet LEAVING the floor! Case TOSSES her to the turnbuckle--the EXPOSED one--and she hits HARD, FACE FIRST, and she's BLEEDING! She rolls to the outside as Case gives chase. Case grabs her by the tights and hair, and BEALE tosses her into the ring steps! The steps MOVE from the impact and Blue isn't moving! Case picks her up DESPERATION ELBOW sends Case reeling! Blue on the offensive backs Case into the guard rail, and she's setting up for the DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE... BUT NICOLE HITS HER SQUARE IN THE HEAD WITH A HIGH HEELED SHOE! Alan Stone yells at Nicole, but she claims she didn't do anything, and Marcus Marion agrees with her while Justin Case hits JUST 2 TALENTED on the outside! Blue is out! Case rolls her back into the ring and goes for the cover...

One!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Marina Blue, out of pure instinct, managed to get her foot on the ropes to prevent the pin fall! Justin Case can't believe it! He drags her away from the ropes and covers AGAIN!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Marina Blue! A THIRD cover!

ONE!

Kickout by Marina Blue! Justin Case is PISSED! He picks her up and hooks her for JUST 2 TALENTED again! Marina wriggles free! Blue stuns Case, hooks him up, DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE! SHE HITS IT! THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

...

There's no three? That's because Marcus Marion pulled the referee out of the ring! Marina is on her feet, SCREAMING at Marcus Marion, while Alan Stone threatens him as well. Amidst the chaos, Justin Case is back to his feet, WAITING for Marina Blue to turn around! BOOT TO THE GUT and Blue doubles over! HE HAS HER HOOKED UP! JUST! 2! TALENTED! Marina Blue is not moving, as Case goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NOT LIKE THIS!!!

THREE!

The crowd BOOS!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! Justin! Case!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Marcus doing?!

Marion dives in, sending the belt tumbling from Case's hand. Marion whips him around, boot to the gut.

REVOLUTIONARY THRILL ON THE BELT!

CASE IS OUT!

Marion has a microphone.

MARCUS MARION: It takes many kinds to get ahead in this world Case. It takes many different kinds to be tops. But it takes only one kind to be Rebel Pro World Champion.

He kneels down as Nicole shows Alan Stone the piece of paper Marion was holding.

MARCUS MARION: See, you have to be the best. To be the best Justin... you've got to have guts, you've got to have brains,... and you've got to have a contract stating that if you lose the title you can have the rematch any time you choose."

The camera cuts to the piece of paper, yup definitely a contract. Marion points to Alan Ston getting his attention.

MARCUS MARION: Count Alan to seal this fool's fate.

Cover.

Oh no, not like this; its so wrong!

One...

Nicole is clapping.

Two...

She is jumping up and down, giving the men a very nice show.

Three.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey has the microphone as the announcers are just stunned to silence.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Champion... Marcus Marion!

Marion stnands up, Nicole lifting the bloody Rebel Pro World title onto his shoulder and wiping the sweat from his forehead as though he worked hard to get this title tonight. The smirk is plastered on both of their faces.

"Mama told me... when I was young..."

The crowd pops huge!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is it?!

Marion's smirk drops, Nicole's mouth opens up wide showing her perfect teeth, and Marion turns...

JT WHIPLASH! IN! THE! HOUSE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are out of time! Tune in next Friday from Valdosta to watch more Rebel Pro action!

JT smiles at Marion as we fade to the Rebel Pro "Prove Your Worth" logo.

* The morning foggy and crisp with this Duluth morning, the fogs so think an heavy you can feel it dampen your lungs with each breath you take. We find our selves standing by the Great Lake Superior. Singing going on in the distant “there was a farmer who had a dog an bingo was his name oh” We walk closer to the singing with every step it getting louder an louder. Until we almost run into the fanny pack hero Grandpa Gary himself. Gary’s skipping stones into the water. You may not beable to see the rocks but you can hear them skipping along the water. Gary turns to the camerman*
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Gary- isn’t this beautiful? “motioning with his hands like come on agree with me here”I got rid of my house for this. For this chance to be one with mother nature. Its become a weekly thing for me to come an wash away my sins that I have commited inside of the Rebel Pro wrestling ring. An this week is no different I’m doubling it up before my match an after my match with Akuma. See Akuma he thinks that I’m a dirty guy because I’ll freely eat scrapes out of a garbage can. So what if maggots are on it. Maggots are healthy for you an they do miricles in the medical field as well. Whats so wrong with saving a couple bucks when ever I can. I think your just scared to try something you may enjoy yourself.
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*Gary unzips his fanny pack an pulls out a package*
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Gary- Look at this here. I just found it in the grocery store. Its precooked bacon in a package. Who would have thought that idea up. It’s like a dream come true. Saves me the cooking process. I can’t help it I like bacon I’m in love with it. Akuma seems to have a problem with bacon perhaps he’s a Muslim. Congragulations on the advertisment for garys tampons. I think your going to need a douche you seem weak like perhaps you have sand in your vagina. Don’t worry I’m going to beat you so hard it should fall
out.
*Gary eats a couple of pieces of bacon going crazy with them eating loudly an smiling the whole time*
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Gary- desert time
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*Gary reaches into his back pocket an pulls his Wintergreen Kodiak out an snaps the can a couple of times than takes a nice sized pinch from his chew tin. He places it in his mouth an puts the can away*
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Gary-I successfully defended my Aggresion championship against Dumb an Dumber last week. Than I got attacked backstage. Akuma I beleave you are behind it because you are afraid of the master. Your scared I’ll gag you with my bacon. Pretty sad I was attacked no matter how much anyone in the Rebel Pro hates me, they can agree when I say, I am not afraid of anybody in this business.” Gary chuckles. ”Especially Akuma an his flock of goonies. Akumas had a lot to say this week.
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*Gary spits out a nice thick chew spit*
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Gary- Looks like the back of your pants will when I’m threw with you Akuma. I see success as being the man that everyone in the arena comes to see. All night, every night. Rockstar Grandpa Gary. People think its incredible to see a man of my age do the things I do fight after fight. But it really isn’t that amazing you just need to have a heart like I do an beliven yourself an anything is possible. Listen, There is an emotion when all of sudden you know, when you know the outcome of for your well being is in other hands. To surrender control is the ultimate freedom, to allow your fate to be destined by the whims and desire of others allows us access to those parts of ourselves which otherwise would remain hidden and untapped; I would never in my life allow another man or woman that control but I have known that freedom and I live with it everyday, it allows me to indulged myself in those very desires others only touch on at night, alone in the shadows of their worlds, prisoners.
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*Gary smiles letting the chew drool start to drip down his chin an into his beard. Gary’s just as happy as could be. The light chilled wind coming in from the lake blows garys hair all to one side of his head as he runs his hands threw it.*
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Gary-I want to tell you that it is all going to get worse. The pain that you feel at your loss that you know is coming right now is indescribable. I envy you the experience that you are so immersed in today. The emptiness you feel inside is an insatiable hunger that can never be satisfied. Every moment and space in time will; forever have a hole where you should be. The constant demoralizing sadness must be so sweet I only wish I could participate of it but I'm a winner. But that denial in itself is a sweet repast for me for I know that feeling from when I was child surrounded by the violence and religious bigotry of the old school catholic school system and without the compassion of another human being. you have the better chance of seeing the Truth yet Akuma, you have the greater opportunity of being free. But I hope it hurts Akuma and tomorrow I will add to that pain not by only beating but by you realizing your not as big an bad as you beleave you to be.. You will find yourself in that ring, alone beyond the reach of your goonies. You will cry out and you will beg and they will stand there helpless and they will look into your eyes and you will see there betrayal right there and the pain you feel will multiply as one more member of you goonie family deserts you. By not coming to your aid. This needs to be a fair fight.
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*Gary blows a kiss into the camera than pulls out a small notebook*
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Gary-In the page before this is a list of names, a list of things to do and a list of how to do those things to those people. My intent is marked out on that page in a manner so graphic that I doubt any court in the land would not find me guilty of crimes against humanity just for harbouring those desires and let us not misunderstand the context of the contents of that page; They are desires. But … such a word is but. It is a magic word that disarms so many statements, so very many intentions are laid neutered by those three letters. But, having given my desires for and there by function through these words I feel cheated and I have only myself to blame. Yet it serves a purpose and even in this act of denial to which I readily admit full responsibility I gain so much more. So what if I want to try making human bacon it’s a free country.
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Gary- Just a quick example. Example, Akuma. A man whoknows the depth of vagrancy might learn a little from reliving the experience. A few days in a basement so that his sweat, feces and urine provide a suitable aroma before we bring him back in to the light of day. An unmarked van and random destination to spice up the experience, a little spray to take his voice away and a dash of Wild Turkey to complete his image of a bum; twenty-four hours should provide Akuma with an alternative to the lifestyle he has become so used to in the Rebel Pro. The idea has become real and yet lessened in the act of writing it down in these pages. This and more I have penned and the names I have associated with deeds my desires yearn to enact have become all at once all the more real and yet lessened and I know why.
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*Gary munches on some bacon fat as he’s laughing garys turning into a different kind of old man almost going dark on us*
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Gary- Speaking of my opponent, I must say that you did an excellent job Akuma… After you had that nice rant a few days ago you looked like you might be ready to prove yourself to everyone. You looked like you were ready to man up and show what you were made of in the ring the next night. As you so eloquently put it… you were going to put me in my place.my happy place the place of a champion.
*Gary runs into the might lake superior to was away the sins that he is about to commit,*

Finalized card for "Prove Your Worth" posted.

Rankings updated.

Internet Match Results
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

360 DEGREES

""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. 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 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 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 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.

DING DING

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.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

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 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!!

The fan response for Rebel Pro coming to the Orlando Rec Center is enormous.

Five Favorite Moves::
1. Military Press (Towards the outside of the ring)
2. Big Boot
3. Pumphandle Slam
4. Powerbomb
5. The Amazon Splash (Huge Splash in the corner)

Finisher::
1. Kenyan King Slam (Double Arm Power Chokeslam into a pin)
2. The Feast (Torture Rack)

Bio::
“The Kenyan King” Kongo is the most dangerous living organism on the African Plains. Who will be making his way into the USA, led by one of the most successful wrestlers ever… “The Lethal” Damien Alexander also known as “Mr. Young Money” Jer$ey and the “The Deadly“.

More to come soon…

Appearance:: Kongo only wears a black and white zebra stripe shorts with necklace of an crocodile tooth.

Managers:: Damien Alexander and Mack Boris

*Rankings updated as well as new card announced.