Aggression #1

Aggression #1
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.
“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

Megavision flickers, and REBEL Triple Crown winner Vincent Black’s face appears on the screen. The fans instantly boo as Vincent begins to speak. He is
wearing a black Hardcore Drinking t-shirt, and that’s all we see.

VINCENT: Wow, nice to see you too, REBEL fans. As you all may know, last week at the, ahem, “Aggression Arena”, *cough*Larryordonyou’reatool*cough*, Duncan
Aries and his partner, who’s name isn’t worth remembering, couldn’t even hold on to the titles I fought so incredibly hard for him to have. Are Dirty Money
deserving champions? Obviously so, since Duncan and his new friend couldn’t defeat them.

The crowd boos harder than before, and Vincent just laughs.

VINCENT: It’s weird to be able to hear all you slack-jawed inbreds back here, but it is what it is, I guess. The fact is, I just leveled the playing field,
since you were going to use dirty tactics to cheat Dirty Money out of their honestly earned chance at REBEL’s, nay, the world of tag team wrestling’s greatest
prize, the REBEL Tag Team Championship of the World. Now, am I surprised that you would take this dirty, under handed route to win? No, not at all. All
of us real athletes saw it coming from miles and miles away, Duncan. You being a shady rat is no surprise to any of us. And I feel that it is my specific
duty to make sure you don’t go around ruining anyone else’s hard earned shot at anything around here. So, I challenge you to a match, Duncan Aries. You.
Me. Any match, any stipulation. You just name the time and place big man. Oh, and Larry Gordon has my papers that say I’m cleared to wrestle. Don’t keep
me waiting.

With that, Vincent pushes the camera away and the Megavision goes to a loud static that makes fans put their hands over their ears.

The commercial opens on a calendar on the wall… April 9th is circled. The camera pulls back and there is a large room with bookcases full of videos and
a large screen tv in the middle of the case. It is not the first time this bookcase has been seen on REBEL PRO. As the camera pulls back farther… a familiar
desk and chair now are also seen. They have been in many interviews and important messages from one of the top stars in REBEL, Cuzin Zeke. From off camera
a voice is heard.

ZEKE: “ April 9th, was the day I was to introduce to REBEL my new partner. It was the day I had set in my mind to have that one person, by my side, ready
to make the run to the top. It was the day that the climb to the top of the mountain was about to start. But…!!! It aint so….. I am still looking and again
I puts out the call around the world, anyones is invited to steps up….”

Zeke now moves towards the chair and sits in it facing towards the camera…

ZEKE: “ Can ya believes who I gots as my partner last week! After all the secrets and mystery, heck who steps out from the curtains….Matt Kurtis!! Holy
wow…. There I was thinking someone like Mikey Massacre, El Rey or who knows was abouts to step out…and then…. Matt. Well, I wants to thank Matt and who
ever for putting us together for the one night. I knows that wes aint meant to be partners after that… but I was sure glads to be part of bring back one
of the best back…heck REBEL is the place for the best and Matt is one of them. But as for us going forwards as a team.. well I gots my agenda to what I
wants to be doing here, and I thinks Matt gots his own fish to fries here in REBEL, so maybe one days.. either we will find ourselves facing each other
or maybes by chance side by side again…..ya just never knows…!”

Zeke now swings around the chair and faces the bookcase of videos and tapes that were behind him…..

ZEKE: “ Looks at all them tapes…many of them are from guys ya never heard of, guys that thinks tagging up with me will takes them to the top. Many of these
guys been in the business maybe less than a year. I am looking for that someones who has been there, done that and now wants to do more….ya know whats
I mean…. I got calls everyday telling me that they are the one. But so fars no one has been a fit…and tell ya the truth I am running out of patiences…
I am thinking that maybes this here idea was not a good one. I knows somewheres out there.. he is standing and maybes is watching this. Pick up a phone,
send me a tape…do somethings…as I am getting restless waiting for you.. Maybes I gonna go back to just being a one man wrecking crew in REBEL and forgets
about my pursuit of the tag belt for now…tills I find the rights guy.”

The phone on Zeke’s desk starts to ring.. and he picks it up… he answers it and listens for a few seconds….

ZEKE: “ Ya sure….another one of you guys.. I will show up at the arena and be your surprise partner… heck, I may be a hillbilly but I didn’t fall off the
cabbage truck twice!! I gots my surprise partner already, and wells I don’t thinks there is anyone else there that could match Matt and whats they pulled
off… who else is now gonna be coming back to REBEL, and using me for their return… I sure cant thinks of anyone. So takes your ideas and just tells me
who you are…and then maybes we can talk and see if ya fits the bill”

Zeke listens….and then shakes his head…

ZEKE: “ I tells ya what… you says that ya will show up and be my partner..and ya cants tell me who you are cuz that information would gets me in trouble.
Ya says that you are on your way…but cants tell me where ya coming from… and wells ya cant tells me much just that you will be there..and in my corner…here
what I gonna do… I am getting tired of all this mystery and all…and I aint found me anyones so far for my next match… JUST SHOWS UP!!”

Zeke hangs up the phone..and tosses it on the desk….

ZEKE: “ Lets see who shows up this time..!!! I have had enough…!!!

The commercial fades back to Aggression.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from our first commercial break and here with Jacob Venar facing off against the new Jackson Smith.

COREY TAYLOR: Jackson is a promising talent in the snoozing wrestling federation.

Jacob whips Jackson into the ropes, shoulder to his gut before he hits the ropes slamming Jackson in the cheek with a running boot. Jacob gets on the offense
again as he scoop slams Jackson in the center of the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle. Jacob flies off with the Spread My Wings finisher, but Jackson
manages to roll out of the way.

COREY TAYLOR: Jacob misses!

ROB MARTINEZ: But he safely rolls back up to his feet, delivering a running enzeguri!

Jackson goes down hard, Jacob locks on a Guillotine Choke. Jackson seems to be fading quickly, the damage he took during the commercial break taking its
toll on him as Jacob is back with something to prove. Jackson manages to get into the ropes, and pull himself up, slamming Jacob backwards into a corner
to break the choke. Jackson is gasping for some much needed oxygen as Jacob plants his left foot and Jackson turns around.

Superkick!

No Jackson catches it!

Dragon Whip!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jackson is just over matched in this contest and I doubt we see him again.

COREY TAYLOR: I know we won’t, Larry Gordon doesn’t like to hire people who don’t record promos.

Jacob with a Whisper in the Wind takes Jackson down and Jacob is climbing the corner.

Spread! My! Wings!

Oh yeah, it connects!

Jacob hooks the leg as referee Jimmie Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Jacob Venar!

“I Am The Arsonist” hits back up in the speakers as the crowd cheer for the spectacle Jacob just put on. A fan jumps over the barricade and into the ring
behind Jacob. Tapping him on the shoulder, Jacob turns around. This fan isn’t wanting an autograph as they nail him with a barrage of side kicks, thrust
kicks, and thigh kicks until Jacob is sent to the canvas. The black hoodie is dropped to reveal Lacey Gloria smiling down at Jacob before she flips backwards
over the ropes and back through the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: Jacob may have won here tonight, he may have won last week, but I think Lacey wants another shot at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The following segment was recorded last night at Melinda Novigan’s benefit show.

One half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Chris Casino is standing in the ring with mic in hand and belt draped over the shoulder. He’s sneering
into the camera and ignoring the fans who are happily chanting ‘Casino Sucks’ as loud as they can.

CASINO: As we move into a new era of REBEL, I think we can all agree on a few things. First, we all know that none of this would be possible without me.
Huge heat from the crowd. Obviously they think otherwise.

CASINO: Second, people seem to be all worried about Chad Kurtis will retire or not. To tell the truth, we here in REBEL do not need Kurtis. He’s the past
and as we know……..I’m The Future. The chant turns to ‘We Want Chad!’

CASINO: Chant all you want! He’s ducked me for years! You think he’s going to show up now? Are you people…..

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!”

The crowd explodes and for a moment Casino looks……Worried? That look quickly changes though when he sees who is walking to the ring. Matthew Kurtis.
CASINO: Oh heh. It figures. Yeah I knew Chad wouldn’t come out here.

Matthew steps into the ring and walks right up to Casino.

CASINO: So. It’s uh, good to see you big man. Seems like last time I saw you was when the referee stopped me from breaking your leg. So, uh, how you feeling
there Matt?

Casino starts to hand over the mic then quickly jerks it back.

CASINO: Psych! Like I’m going to let your inbred ass talk. Go in the back and tell your coward of a brother than Chris Casino is looking for him!

Matthew looks uncertain and actually looks to be turning to leave!

CASINO: Hurry up Billy Bob! Time is money!

Matthew spins around and clocks Casino with a big right hand! The microphone and the title belt fly off of Casino as a second right hand staggers him!
A third right hand puts Casino up against the ropes! casino is whipped off and nearly decapitated with a big boot from Matthew Kurtis! The crowd is going
crazy as Matthew signals for a chokeslam! Casino has other ideas as he quickly rolls out of the ring and beats a hasty retreat.

Matthew picks up the mic and smiles satisfied at the fleeing Casino.

KURTIS: Run while you can Chris. Someday, somewhere You and I will settle things once and for all.

Kurtis drops the mic and soaks in the love from the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: Did any of you notice that cheap shot that Matthew took on Casino?

ROB MARTINEZ: What about the things Casino was saying about Matthew’s brother?

COREY TAYLOR: Sometimes, the truth it hurts.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m getting word that Chet has caught up with Duncan Aries in the back.

We cut backstage where reporter Chet Whettleson stands with mic in hand, an obvious look of excitement on his face for this first episode of Aggression.
CHET WHETLESON: “Ladies and gentlemen, your pal Chet here with one half of the now former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, “The Spade” Duncan Aries!”

Aries enters the scene in a dark blue denim jacket covering a black “Ace Of Spades” t-shirt, stonewash jeans and of course, his trademark Pilot sunglasses
over his eyes. As the crowd chants “ARIES, ARIES, ARIES!” Duncan takes off his shades and hangs them on his shirt. He smirks and before Chet can react
Duncan rips the mic from his hand and shoves him off camera, the smirk now replaced for a look of intense anger.

DUNCAN ARIES: “You know, there’s a time and place for fantasy, and there’s sure as hell a time and place for reality! Dirty Money, you two jerkoffs want
to parade around this place with OUR titles, titles that when it came right down to it, you couldn’t and didn’t win? ne second Chris, one second was all
that was needed to pin your ass to the mat. You want to live in your fantasy land where the grass is greener and you’re somehow better than me? Face facts
nimrod, Vincent Black saved you two curtain jerkers from the beating of a lifetime. You didn’t win Chris because you’re superior. You won because there’s
a crockpot out there that hates me more than I hate you. Imagine that?”

Duncan points to his eyes, a bit bloodshot from a lack of sleep, then back at the camera.

“You look right here Vincent Black. These are the eyes of a man who can defeat you. These are the eyes of a man who is sick and tired of your games, hiding
behind an announce table where people actually cared to hear that waste of sperm Corey Taylor talk more than you! Think about that Black, you played third
string to two guys who never stepped foot in a ring. But you know what Black, you should be used to the feeling, used to being the lazy son of a bitch
that brings the team down. Get this through your thick skull you Neanderthal, you went on Rebel airwaves and told me, admitted to me, admitted to the world
you were the weak link in our team. The fact you’ve attacked me twice shows that you’re bitter, shows that you know I’m right. My stock is rising here
in Rebel Pro, while no one gives a damn about you, well save one man, me. I am accepting your challenge you to a match Black, but not just any match mind
you, I want your ass in a Street Fight!”

The crowd goes nuts at this announcement.

“You don’t seem to get it Black. I don’t need you. I never did. I did my own version of charity work by carrying your fat ass for months, and the fact
you attack me proves that deep down, you know who the better man is. All that’s left is beating that fact into your skull, and then that’s it Black, you
go back to wherever the hell you came from, the announce table, the injured list, shit go back to a cave somewhere I don’t give a damn, but once I hand
you your ass in front of the Rebel faithful, I’m washing my hands of you, and moving on to bigger and better things. The revelation is coming Black, and
in your case its a kick to the balls, a spit in the face, and the beating of a lifetime!”

Aries puts his shades back on and tosses the mic to the ground, walking off camera, as we cut back to the announce table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Will the match get signed?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh I’m sure of it.

“Everyone come see the greatest show”

ICP blares over the P.A. system as The Freak, makes his way to the ring. The crowd is giving him a mixed reaction this time around; even though they enjoyed
seeing him level the new REBEL Pro World Champion last week, they still haven’t forgiven his actions over the last few months. The Freak Show enters the
ring and takes the mic from the lovely Jenny Jersey.

THE FREAK[To the crowd]: You guys having fun tonight?

[Small pop from the crowd as they start to warm up to The Freak once more]

THE FREAK: I asked if you’re having a good time tonight?!

[Bigger POP]

THE FREAK: Oh wait a second; I don’t give two shits if you’re having a good time.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THE FREAK: Well, as you can see, I don’t have REBEL Pro gold here tonight.

Crowd: YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!

THE FREAK: Yep, I sure did. I tapped liked a little bitch. But like I told little Johnny before our match last week; I don’t care about the Caro… um, Aggression
Title. You see, I’ve had my sights set on a much bigger prize, and since REBEL Pro has some bull shit rule against one wrestler having two singles title,
I decided to keep my arm in one piece and my eye on that bigger prize. (In a falsetto voice) But Freak, everyone knows that a promotions secondary title
is a stepping stone to the World Title. (Back to his normal voice) Now what I know, and what morons like Johnny Maverick, Cuzin Zeke, and all you redneck,
inbred hicks fail to realize is those titles aren’t stepping stones; they’re anchors. They keep the less talented content with mediocrity. Well I’m better
than that. I am the future of this company. Not Chris Casino, not J.T. Whiplash, certainly not Chad Kurtis. You see, later tonight, after the dust settles
on “The Show” and my match, I will be on my way to lay claim to the only title in this backwater hell hole worth my time and effort. I will go on and take
on the so called “Revolutionary” Marcus Marion; and I will become the…

The Freak is cut off by the unmistakable sounds of “My Michelle” by GNR. The fans, like it was their time of the month, get hot in a hurry. The opening
lyrics of a well-known rock classic assaults the capacity crowd.

Your daddy works in porno Now that mommy’s not around She used to love her heroine But now she’s underground So you stay out late at night And you do your
coke for free Drivin’ your friends crazy With your life’s insanity

At that, the NEW Rebel Pro World Champion The Revolutionary Marcus Marion with the Bad Girl of Rebel Pro, Nicole Rhodes make their way out to the aisle.
With the memory of the bitter end to the World title match still fresh in their minds, the fans let Marion have it. Marion, observing the crowd with little
more than a cold glare, does his best to ignore the white hot negative reaction. The crowd begins to chant.

CROWD: DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE!

The Bad Girl opens the ropes for Marion, the traditional valet duties. Marion, pressing the mic to his lips, begins, the World title sitting on the arrogant
blond’s right shoulder.

MARCUS MARION: …You will become, what? Roadkill. Get this, I am not Sylvester the cat and you are not Tweety bird. I will NOT play into your hands. You
think bashing the World Champion, one half of God’s team (camera pans to show both Nicole and Marion) over the head with an over priced beer bottle, all
of a sudden makes you hot shit?!

That it GRANTS you a new lease on life? The clean air you breathe right now is air I ALLOW you to breathe. The very fact that you are currently walking
on the ground and not buried underneath it is a testimony to how swell of a guy I really am. You want to talk about a title shot? I’m a businessman, let’s
talk.

The camera focuses on the two men, then the Freak begins to speak.

THE FREAK: Here’s the thing mark, I don’t need your attention. I don’t need to make anymore deals, hell I don’t need anything more from you. It’s already
set. I beat Chad here in a little less then an hour, then next week, I have you all to myself. The fact that you think your opinion means anything, just
shows how delusional you really are.

Marion shakes his head, annoyed. Nicole, sensing the moment, rubs the back of his shoulders. She gives a menacing look to the Freak, keeping her distance.
MARCUS MARION: Your “wit” astounds me. I would jump for joy, Freak, but I don’t want to spoil the crease in my pants. So you helped me fight off an entire
locker room full of hooligans all wanting a piece of the most cherished gold in this entire company. While that assist in the melee gave you more camera
time than you deserved … It was another day at the office for me. The quiz before the test. For you? It was a wet dream. The very fact that you are standing
in this ring, with your claws out for a shot at MY gold, is illustration enough that Rebel Pro, in its infinite wisdom, is willing to let one of its own
“boys” dismember the annoying panhandler off the street.

The Freak, unamused, raises the mic to his lips, getting his two cents in.

THE FREAK: I see your mouth moving but all I hear is “blah, blah, blah, I’m a filthy crack whore” You just don’t get do you? You think i did what I did
for a chance at the spot light? I’ve been in the spot light since my first match here in REBEL. I did what i did because it was fun. You are nothing more
to me than an over confident mark that’s just waiting for me to rip off. When you face me in this ring, you face the single most unpripedictable man to
ever lace boots. I will do what ever it takes to make people stand up and take notice. It’s not enough to do a swanton off a twenty-five foot ladder onto
a barbed wire table. I will light myself on fire just because no one else will. I will…

Marion, looking at his two thousand dollar watch, a present from Leno, finishes The Freak’s line, well sort of.

MARCUS MARION: Die …before you hit thirty-five. You want to talk about spotlight, here’s some truth on that, you have NONE. I’ll play devils advocate
for the moment and I’ll exclude the fact that you aren’t out here dripping with gold, is your ugly ass on a billboard? Are there any avenues named after
you? Is “The Freak Day” a recognized holiday? The answer to those questions, assholes, is no, no, and HELL NO! (the crowd kick up their booing) You want
spotlight? I’ll gve you spotlight. You want to become an overnight success? I’ll give you that too. You want me to give you this belt …

Shit, I’m only human, I can’t do everything.

The Freak smirks then once again raises the mic to his mouth.

THE FREAK: You’re right. I will die young. I don’t have my own holliday. I’m not rich and can’t afford to buy fame. But when I do finally preform on high
risk spot to many, when the medical examiner has to come out before they can clean whats left of my broken, lifeless corpse, I will perish with the knowledge
that I’m not just wrestling’s version of Paris Hilton. You however will never know that your success is because you earned it or because you bought it.
I have no regrets in life. I’ll have none in death. You, you’re just a cheap imitation of Ric Flair, who was nothing more than a clone of Buddy Rodgers.
In short, you are nothing new. Nothing special. Now I have a match to win. I’ll be seeing you around “Champ”.

Marion backs up the aisle as he angrily watches The Freak inside of the ring. Marion walks back through the ropes, followed by his valet.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be very interesting since Chad is retiring.

COREY TAYLOR: Whining you mean. Freak is right, Chad just wanted some limelight.

“Money to Blow” hits up in the speakers and the crowd boos? Of course they boo because they want Chad Kurtis, they don’t want him to leave.

JENNY JERSEY: Taking the place of Chad Kurtis in this contest… Introducing from Lamar, South Carolina, he stands at six feet eight inches and weighs
in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, he is the “INCREDIBLE” MACK!

COREY TAYLOR: Was Jenny getting emmotional?

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you even have a heart? A man is giving up what he loves because he can’t go like he once could.

COREY TAYLOR: No, I am looking at this the correct way. Chad Kurtis is quitting because he lost the World Title, he is a whinning baby, like that Duncan
Aries.

Freak looks nonchalant as he begs for Mack to step into the ring, he doesn’t care he just wants to fight.

“Cocky” hits up and the crowd jump to their feet, Freak looks pleased because he is going to enjoy destroying Kurtis. Chad rushes past Mack, leaping into
the ring over the, no wait! He springs from the top rope with a springboard missile dropkick taking Freak off his feet.

DING DING

Freak bounces back up, forearm to Chad rocks him back up against the ropes. Irish whip sends Chad running across the ring, Freak rolls forward springing
up with a clothesline that Chad manages to grab to slide around Freak’s back and take him down with a DDT. Chad is back up, he pulls Freak with him. Chad
runs up the turnbuckle as he holds Freak in a side headlock. Freak shoves Chad off the top turnbuckle, sending the former World Champion down to the concrete
floor below.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad just landed on his knee.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet he is wishing he had retired now.

Freak rushes up the padding, leaping off with a swanton to the fallen Kurtis and it connects, but Freak catches some of the knee as well. Freak holds at
his midsection in pain as he struggles back up to his feet, digging under the ring for some plunder. His eyes light up as he spots a ladder and begins
to pull it out from under the ring. Show is up, up on the guardrail and running along its top to jump out with a side kick right to Freak’s temple slamming
the side of his head into the ladder. Chad is hurt, he holds at his knee and grimacing in pain. Mack rushes over to check on his fallen friend, but Freak
is up and slamming a steel chair into Mack to back him off. Chad urges Mack to head backstage and leave the match to him. Freak pulls Kurtis up, fist to
Freak’s midsection.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack needs to get his large ass outta here.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s just worried about his friend.

COREY TAYLOR: Do you see Shutdown out here?

The air wooshes right out of Freak as he bends over at the waist, Kurtis with a swinging neckbreaker right onto the steel chair. Chad gets up, high fiving
some of the ringside fans as he pulls Freak towards the ring. Chad slams Freak’s face right into the ring apron before Freak is able to slam an elbow right
into his gut. Freak with a three quarter facelock, but Chad shoves him forward and he slams head first into the ring post. Freak rebounds from the impact
as Chad slams the post with a clothesline wincing from the pain. Chad holds at his arm, Freak jumps to the apron springing back and catching Chad in a
front facelock, DDT on the ladder. Freak rolls off holding at his ankle, he must have done something to it when he was springing back.

COREY TAYLOR: Time out ref!

ROB MARTINEZ: There are no timeouts in wrestling.

Freak struggles through the pain, sliding the ladder inside the ring, but Chad kicks out with his right foot and slams the sole of his boot right into
Freak’s injured ankle. Chad pulls himself up as Freak rolls into the ring. Chad follows him in, they are both up. Freak with a right, Chad with a right,
right right right right right, boot to Chad’s midsection, but Chad delivers an uppercut that staggers the Freak back on his heels. Chad springs back, diving
forward with a clothesline that takes Freak down. Chad picks the ladder up, holding it in the middle and Freak is rolling up to his feet. Chad swings,
Freak ducks under slamming his shoulder into Chad’s gut doubling him over. Chad holds onto the ladder, bringing it down on Freak’s back. The ladder clangs
from the impact but Freak manages to sweep Chad’s feet out from under him. The ladder falls on Chad, Freak leaps up to the top turnbuckle, holding at his
ankle as he flips backwards with a moonsault onto the lader. But no Chad as he telegraphed that move and is now setting up the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fast paced action, but we have to take a commercial break.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak wil…

Jenny Jersey stands in front of a Rebel merchandise table, her in all her sexy glory. Her sweet and seductive voice comes from that lovely and slender
throat.

“We have all kinds of merchandise for sale. From the vintage Chad Kurtis shirts…”

She holds one up for you all to see.

“To the new Rebel Pro Dirty Money shirts…”

Again she holds it up.

“To the Yung Mula posters for you fans.”

She points to a poster hanging on the wall.

“For those of you who have trouble keeping up with what day it is, try the 2010 Rebel Pro calendar.”

She holds it up for all to see. If possible, she gets even more seductive as she sort of moans out the last.

“And for you gentlemen out there…”

She leans forward, showing off what her mama gave her.

“A… poster… of… yours truly… Scandelous enough that it can’t be shown here.”

She leans back, smiling.

“A poster from my days working for Mr. Garrett, is all the hint you’ll get.”

She places her hand under her chin as she wiggles her fingers.

Back from commercial and Chad is pulling Freak up the ladder, going for a big time impact move. Freak battles back with a right at the top of the ladder.
Chad returns with a right and left, Freak wiggles on the ladder, trying to maintain his balance.

COREY TAYLOR: They cut me off!

ROB MARTINEZ: A grand and kind gesture.

COREY TAYLOR: But I need to go to the merchandise table, there’s something I want to buy.

Both men are on the tip top step of the ladder exchanging blows, hard rights and lefts. Freak swings, Chad ducks under catching the flying right hand but
the momentum carries them over backwards and they fall from twenty feet up! Chad’s neck slams on the top rope sending his face into the ladder and busting
him open immediately. Freak screams out in pain as his ankle is first trapped then slammed in between the sides of the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

Alan Stone slides into position as neither man is in a pinning position, he checks on their well being. Chad shakes his head as he pushes the ladder off
of him, Freak is shaking his head as well as the two of them are going to continue!

ROB MARTINEZ: The guts of these two men!

COREY TAYLOR: Both are fighting for the chance to face Marion, I’d kill myself… well, I… ok I’d rather sit here and commentate than have to face Marion.
Chad is limping on his leg, but Freak can barely stand on his ankle, it must be sprained at the very least. Freak turns around at the sound of Chad now
rushing towards him. Freak lashes out with a roundhouse kick but Freak’s leg lands on the other side of Kurtis’ body. He lifts Chad up for a cradle piledriver
as Chad locks on an anklelock.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak nails the CK Finale!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has an ankle lock submission locked on while he lays on his back!

One…

Two…

ThreTaptaptap?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak is tapping!

COREY TAYLOR: Chad is pinned!

Alan Stone has to make a call, he looks over to Jenny who is waiting patiently. He motions for her to come over and he whispers in her ear his decision.
JENNY JERSEY:Referee Alan Stone has declared this match a No Contest! Owing to the fact that Freak tapped just as he counted the three, it was similtaneous
so therefore he has awarded both men the first shot at Marcus Marion at Barbed Wire Massacre!

The fans roar their approval!

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, give the peons what they want.

ROB MARTINEZ: That will be an amazing match, I can’t wait!

COREY TAYLOR: Now for Jer$ey’s chance of tag team title contention to be squashed like the bug he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a night it has been so far and its about to get even bigger and better with the next match.

COREY TAYLOR: I know Casino will crush Jersey like a bug.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do you do , Corey, wait to see who the fans like then root for the other guy.

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe or maybe I just like to think for myself.

ROB MARTINEZ: Really!

Go Hard’ by DJ Khaled, Kayne West, and T-Pai gets a big pop from the sold out crowd as that mean Jersey is on his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first standing six foot-four inches and weighing in two hundred and twenty pounds he comes to us from Paterson, New Jersey. Representing
‘Yung Mula’ he is Jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is going to destroy this money mimicker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Its just going to come down to who controls the tempo and who wants it more.

COREY TAYLOR: Is that really all you have to add after all we are on TV now.

‘Smooth’ by Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas hit’s the speakers as the crowd reaction quickly changes to show their distaste in Casino who is eating the reaction
up letting the fans know he is better then as he makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his opponent standing five feet eleven inches and tips the scales at two hundred and twenty pounds he is from sin city, Las Vegas,
Nevada and represents the tag team champions of the world, ‘Dirty Money’ he is Chris Casino!

Casino enters the ring and Jersey looks ready but Casino brushes letting him know that he is better then him. Jersey just shrugs his shoulders and says
prove it then. The two men tie up in the center of the ring as Alan Stones calls for the bell. Casino attempts to show his dominance as he spits out his
gum and slaps it at Jersey. Jersey just smiles and pushes Casino back. Casino strolls back up to Jersey and continues to try and play his little games
deliver a smack across the face of Jersey. Casino then points his finger in Jersey faces and attempts to explain why he is better.

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is just simply playing with Jersey.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t count ‘Young Money’ out just yet.

Jersey seems to have grown tired of Casino’s games and establishes his power by shoving Chris to the mat and following that we a serious of rights and
lefts. Casino seems to have been thrown off his game plan a bit as he manages to fight his way back to his feet and slides out of the ring. Yelling back
at Jersey that he is not only better then him but smarter too. Jersey plays up to crowd a bit and does a impersonation of Casino that the crowd loves but
seems to piss off Chris.

COREY TAYLOR: Who was that suppose to be?

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on you know that was suppose to be Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: The bad blood between these two has spilled out and I have a feeling that wouldn’t be the only blood we see spilled in this match.

Jersey joins Casino outside the ring and delivers a series of right and lefts that are returned by Casino. Both men trying to get an advantage here with
the action go fast paced and back and forth. Casino connects with a super kick out of nowhere then sends Jersey crashing into the unforgiving cement floor.
Alan Stone is telling them to get back in the ring and he looks like Casino is listen but he stops at the ring apron, turns around and executes a frog
splash taking out the guard rail and causing both him and Jersey to land in the laps of the people in the front row. Chants of HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT break
out as both men are just laying there lifeless.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite what Casino thought coming into this match Jersey has went toe-to-toe with him and caused Casino to dig deep and that is why we have
a crash landing in the front row. I just hope both men and the fans are all okay.

COREY TAYLOR: Or at least Chris Casino.

We are starting to see some movement now at least from Casino, no both men are getting back to their feet. Casino makes it first and delivers a kick to
Jersey’s midsection following by a DDT. Jersey has fought a good fight but it realizes that he needs to do something and do it now surprises Casino with
‘Golden Sweets’ followed by a chair shoot. Jersey then rolls back into the ring and attempts to regroup as he waits. Casino wipes the blood from his head
as he looks pissed he slowly makes his way back to the ring and BANG! Jersey greets him with a spear for his trouble as he goes for a fast cover…

ONE…

TW…

NO! Small package into a cover for Casino but he only gets a one count as both men then get back to their feet. Jersey feeling the momentum executes the
‘Million $ Shot’ off the mat that seems to knock the wind of of Casino. Jersey decides not to go for the cover by instead decides to try and finish Casino
off as he sits up the ‘No Look Back’ but Casino had done his homework and he proves ready as he counters with a ‘RKO’. Casino then smiles and makes a arrogant
cover as Alan Stone slides into place t make the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

NO! NO! Somehow Jersey kicks out. Casino is yelling at Stone that he made a slow count but Stone tells he just wrestle the match. Chris turns around and
is greeted by with a DDT by Jersey followed by a power slam and another ‘Million $ Shot’. Jersey goes for another quick cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

A man walks onto the screen, dressed in overalls and carrying a fishing pole. Most of his teeth are missing as he smiles at the camera.

“Come on down to Brion’s Bait and Tackle, we won’t give you a hassle.”

He continues walking on past the camera, heading down to the river.

NO! NO! NO! Somehow Casino manages to kick out at the very last second! You can see the frustration on Jersey faces as he gets ready to go back to work.
He waits for Chris to get back to his feet and once again goes for ‘No Look Back’ but once again Casino was ready for it as he blocks it and delivers another
‘RKO” then time following it up with double under hook neck breaker as he feels the momentum is back in his favor. He then executes ‘Bankrupt Version 2.0’.
Knowing it is over he makes the covers and smiles and Alan Stone makes the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Alan Stone attempts to raise Casino’s hand in victory but Casino tells him that he is too good for him and raises it up himself before kicking Jersey and
climbing out of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… CHRIS CASINO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jersey had nothing to be ashamed up at all.

COREY TAYLOR: What do you mean he has nothing to be ashamed of? He did lose you know.

ROB MARTINEZ: With the kind of effort that Jersey gave tonight he didn’t lose the match, he was beaten.

COREY TAYLOR: What is the difference?

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your main event for the evening and it is for the REBEL Aggression Championship!!!

The crowd pops huge as ‘Simple Man’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the PA system.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Paint Rock, Tennessee and weighs in at 245 pounds, he is the challenger……..J.T.Whiplash!!!!

Whiplash steps out from the back and the crowd shower him with love. He smiles and slaps the outstretched hands of fans along his way down to ringside.
JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Aggression Champion…..

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow pounds the sound system and the cheers quickly turn to boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Washington, DC and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is The Filth & The Fury and the REBEL Aggression Champion…..Johnny Maverick!!!
Maverick steps out from the back holding the new REBEL Aggression Championship belt above his head. The fans don’t seem impressed as they boo him without
remorse as he slowly makes his way down to ringside.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be an outstanding match! Maverick has been on an absolute hot streak since returning to REBEL Pro!

COREY TAYLOR: A hot streak? He made Chris Casino tap out and then last week he made The Freak tap out as well! My prediction? Maverick will pull off the
hat trick tonight and make this old geezer tap out in under ten minutes!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll see if indeed Maverick can overcome the experience advantage of Whiplash in your main event!

Both men are now in the ring, the fans watching for the match intently. Referee Alan Stone has the REBEL Aggression Championship and holds it above his
head showing it off to the fans. Whiplash never takes his eyes off of Maverick and in turn, the champion is sneering at the grizzled veteran. Stone hands
the belt off to a ringside attendant and calls for the bell! The fans pop as the main event of the first episode of Aggression is underway!

ROB MARTINEZ: And here we go!

The two men slowly circle each other for a moment before locking up in the center of the ring. Whiplash uses his slight weight advantage to power Maverick
back into a neutral corner. The referee calls for the break and Whiplash slowly backs away from Maverick. Again they tie up and Maverick slaps on a side
headlock on the challenger. Whiplash backs Maverick against the ropes and shoots him off. Maverick drops his head a moment to early and Whiplash leaps
over him. Maverick raises his head, spins around and walks into a hip toss. Maverick quickly scrambles to his feet and is quickly put back on the mat with
a scoop slam. Again the champion is quick to his feet but pays for it with a dropkick that sends him to the mat and rolling to the outside. Whiplash pumps
up the crowd while on the outside Maverick slaps the ring apron in frustration. A male fan is putting the bad mouth on the champion who simply tosses him
a ‘go to Hell’ look before rolling back into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s obvious that Maverick is simply letting Whiplash get a false sense of security here.

ROB MARTINEZ: I Think it’s the huge experience edge of Whiplash we’re seeing at work in the early stages.

COREY TAYLOR: Is that a nice way of saying he’s old?

Maverick slowly advances on Whiplash and lashes out with a kick to the thigh that causes the challenger to wince in pain. Another lightning side kick to
the thigh and Whiplash hobbles back to try and put distance between them. Maverick rushes in and takes Whiplash to the mat with a single leg takedown and
quickly tries to lock inn ankle lock. Whiplash quickly pulls himself to the ropes causing a break. Whiplash gets some encouraging words from a female fan
before pulling himself up. The two men lock up and Maverick rakes the face. Snapmare from Maverick puts Whiplash on his ass. A stiff soccer kick between
the shoulder blades causes Whiplash to grit his teeth in pain. Another brutal kick sends Whiplash rolling over to his stomach and scrambling to get to
his feet. Maverick is waiting on him and lays in with a open handed palm strike across the chest that echoes through the building. Whiplash responds with
a stiff forearm shot to the head of Maverick! Another palm strike across the chest and already we see the skin starting to welt and redden from the blows.
Another stiff shot in return from Whiplash! Step up Inziguri from Maverick and Whiplash is down!

COREY TAYLOR: He almost took that old mans head off! Nice!

Maverick rolls to the outside and flips back the ring apron. He pulls out a table to a huge ‘We Want Tables’ chant from the crowd. Maverick slides the
table into the ring and climbs in after it. Maverick catches a rising Whiplash with a kick to the side of the head and the challenger drops back to all
fours. Maverick picks up the table and props it up in the near corner before returning his attention to Whiplash. Whiplash in resting on his knees and
catches Maverick with a right hand to the gut. Another right hand from Whiplash causes Maverick to back off from the challenger. Whiplash pulls himself
up and hooks the champion hitting a painful looking inverted atomic drop. Right hand to the head from Whiplash. Another straight right puts Maverick on
the mat. Whiplash hits the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but the Champ rolls out of the way at the last second. Whiplash hits hard and is stunned long
enough for Maverick to plant him with a jumping double stomp to the chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: A move like that can break ribs!

COREY TAYLOR: Or smash a pacemaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stop.

Maverick rolls back to the outside and again goes searching under the ring. He pulls out a chair and it goes sailing into the ring. A toolbox is found
and it’s slid into the ring as well. Maverick finally finds what he was looking for. A staple gun. With a grin he climbs into the ring and approaches Whiplash
who has pulled himself up to a standing position in the near corner. Whiplash plants a boot to the mid section of Maverick! A back elbow from the challenger
to the side of Mavericks head drops the champion to one knee. Whiplash knocks the staple gun from Mavericks hand and pulls him to his feet. Snap suplex
from the challenger and Whiplash floats over into a cover. Maverick gets a shoulder up after just a count of one but Whiplash isn’t discouraged though
as he straddles Maverick and rains down hard right hands! Maverick shoves off Whiplash and struggles to get to his feet. Whiplash quickly grabs the staple
gun and clocks Maverick in the head with it. Maverick is on his back in the center of the ring and again Whiplash straddles the champ. A young male fan
tosses something to Whiplash and he quickly places it on the forehead of the champion. It’s a small confederate flag and Whiplash quickly puts two staples
into it attaching it to the head of Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’ll leave a mark.

COREY TAYLOR: A confederate flag!? Does this man have no shame!

Maverick shoves Whiplash off of him and pulls himself to his feet. He reaches up and rips off the confederate flag attached to his forehead and looks at
it in disbelief. Blood is starting to trickle down the forehead of the Champion and he wads up the flag and tosses it away. Chunck! Whiplash plants a staple
into the back of Mavericks head! Maverick quickly spins around and blocks the challenger from assaulting him again with the staple gun. A knee to the ribs
causes Whiplash to drop the staple gun. Another stiff knee and Whiplash is doubled over allowing Maverick to hit a gut wrench suplex. Maverick crawls over
to the chair, picks it up and gets to his feet. Whiplash is pulling himself up with help from the ring ropes and turns around just in time to take a wicked
chair shot from the champ! Whiplash slumps against the ropes and takes another brutal chair shot that sends him falling through the ropes and down to the
floor. Maverick tosses the dented and warped chair aside, walks over to the tool box and opens it. He pulls out a screwdriver and with a evil grin he rolls
to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks I hate to say this but we have to take our last commercial break!

COREY TAYLOR: What?

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll be right back!

Commercial for Trojan condoms ~ Trojan Man!!!!

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We come back from commercial and we’ve got a close up of Maverick standing behind a kneeling Whiplash digging the screwdriver into his scalp. Blood is
flowing down the face of the challenger and the fans look on horrified. Maverick pulls the screwdriver from the bloody wound and wipes it clean on the
tights of Whiplash. Maverick pulls Whiplash to a standing position and goes to whip him into the steel ring steps. Whiplash reverses it and Maverick goes
sailing into the steps with a heavy thud! Whiplash wipes the blood from his eyes and advances on a dazed Maverick. Whiplash picks up the screwdriver and
digs it into the forehead of Maverick ripping his flesh open! Stone is doing his best to get it back into the ring but is having no luck as now Whiplash
is trying to carve initials into the head of Maverick. Low blow from Maverick and both the screw driver and Whiplash drop to the floor. Maverick pulls
himself up and his face is a bloody horror.

ROB MARTINEZ: How can Maverick even see?

COREY TAYLOR: How is Whiplash still breathing? He’s what? Seventy?

Maverick waits as Whiplash pulls himself up and rushes him. Whiplash takes Maverick up and over with a back drop on the concrete floor! Whiplash staggers
over to a hurting Maverick on wobbly legs and pulls him up. Whiplash rolls Maverick into the ring and starts to climb in when from nowhere Marcus Marion
rushes into camera frame and slams his championship belt into the back of the challenger!

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Marcus doing here?

COREY TAYLOR: He’s the World Champ! He can do whatever he wants!

Marcus shoves a limp and bloody Whiplash into the ring and smirks at Maverick. The World Champ turns and leaves as fans hurl insults and jeer at him. Maverick
slowly drapes an arm across the challengers chest and the referee counts….

One!

Two!

Thr-NO!!!

Whiplash somehow gets his left arm up!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s still in this!

COREY TAYLOR: Thanks to his abnormally thick skull.

Both men struggle to their feet, blood flowing freely from their heads and leaving trails on the mat. Maverick seizes an opportunity and drop toe holds
Whiplash to the mat and sinks in an STF! Whiplash starts to pull himself (and Maverick) to the ring ropes and Maverick quickly switches the STF into a
Crippler Crossface. Whiplash reaches out and his fingers are less than an inch from the ropes! Maverick cranks on the pressure and the arm of Whiplash
drops to the mat. The referee checks on Whiplash, raises his arm and lets it drop to the mat.

MAVERICK: Check him!

screams Maverick as Stone raises the arm of Whiplash and again it drops to the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: One more time and Maverick chalks up another win!

Stone raises the arm of Whiplash, releases it and it almost hits the mat. A mere few inches from hitting Whiplashs arm springs to life! He starts fighting
like crazy to break the crossface but Maverick is having none of it. Whiplash reaches, pulls and scratches himself to the bottom rope! Stone practically
has to peel Maverick off of Whiplash but the hold is broken. Maverick gets into a heated confrontation with the referee and shoves him away! He turns and
pulls Whiplash to his feet and the challenger quickly shoves his head under the chin of Maverick and drops down! Mavericks head snaps back and Whiplash
hits a DDT from nowhere! A crimson masked Whiplash pulls himself up and staggers over to the near turnbuckle and pulls himself up to the top rope. Rebel
Yell from Whiplash! Alan Stone drops for the count!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!!!

Maverick kicks out and Whiplash looks shocked! Whiplash slowly gets up, pulling Maverick with him. A scoop and a slam puts Maverick back on the mat. Whiplash
spots the propped up table in the corner and walks over to it. He takes the table, sets it up and pulls Maverick up. Maverick shoves Whiplash away and
unleashes a flurry of sharp open handed right and left hands across the face of the challenger! Sweat and blood fly off the challengers face and he’s being
pummeled. A spinning back hand drops Whiplash to his knees. Maverick stands over him, blood dripping off of him and onto the challenger. Maverick reaches
down and starts to pull up Whiplash and never sees a beer bottle rolling in to Whiplash. Whiplash smacks the beer bottle across the head of Maverick and
the champion slumps onto the table. The challenger shoves the rest of an unmoving Maverick onto the table and then staggers towards the turnbuckles. He
climbs to the top and hits a second Rebel Yell! Both men smash through the table and Whiplash lays motionless on top of the champion! The referee goes
for the count!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! J.T. Whiplash just won the REBEL Aggression Championship!

The referee calls for the bell and the belt.

COREY TAYLOR: What a horrible way to start a new era in REBEL!

Whiplash rolls off of Maverick and clutches the belt to his chest as Alan checks on him.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL Aggression Champion……J.T.WHIPLASH!!!!

The crowd pops huge as the bloody and battered man, JT Whiplash, gets to his feet. He raises the belt above his head and we see him smiling.

Vindication.

Redemption.

REBEL.

JT motions for a microphone angrily and starts pacing back and forth, breathing heavily while holding his jaw.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are quickly running out of time. Check Rebel Pro’s website, www.Rebel-Pro.com to check out the live feed overrun!

COREY TAYLOR: Do we get paid overtime?

***Live on Rebel Pro’s Website***

JT stares at the curtain, anger boiling over.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like J.T. Whiplash is not happy about what just transpired tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Please tell me he’s not gonna go in “Redneck Smash” mode!

J.T. then leans on the ropes and screams at the back.

J.T. WHIPLASH: MARCUS! MARCUS MARION… YA SON OF A BITCH… GET YER DAMN ASS OUT HERE RIGHT (BLEEP)’ NOW!

Still breathing heavily, J.T. continues to bellow to the back.

J.T. WHIPLASH: GET OUT HERE, YA YELLOW-BELLIED SISSIFIED SACK OF SHIT! YA WANNA INSULT ME? YA WANNA INSULT THESE GOOD PEOPLE? Come out here and talk your
shit to MY face! I DARE ya to, boy! I (BLEEP)’ DARE ya to come out here!

J.T. then pauses as he starts to speak again.

J.T. WHIPLASH: Oh wait… I forgot. That would require ya to have the hair on yer peaches to be a man and fight me face-to-face, you sorry mother-fu…
Before he gets another word out, Megavision springs to life. “My Michelle” by GNR plays, again, over the PA system. Marcus Marion, rolling his eyes as
to say “ugh, not again”, stalks out to the crowd. The fans get their hate on. With Nicole Rhodes playing his opposite number, Marion looks at an enraged
in-ring J.T. Whiplash. Marion is afforded a mic, then he enters the ring, keeping a healthy distance between he and the grizzled veteran. The gorgeous
World title strapped around his waist.

MARCUS MARION: Okay. Okay. There’s no need to shout. I heard you the first time. All this hostility…and it’s directed toward me. I wonder…what the
HELL did I do? Before you begin your self-righteous kick about how I robbed the fans of a spirited competition between two world class athletes. Let me
remind you of two things you OBVIOUSLY have forgotten…

Marion walks up to Whiplash, whispering this in his ear.

One, you aren’t that world class. And two, you lucked into a win.

No, but what you WERE going to do, whether I gave you that free head clearer or not, Whiplash, is crash and burn, just like the Hindenburg. And as far
as the fans go, who died and made you the Czar of morality? Bitch, you share a ditch with an eighteen year old one, I suspect, who just might be one of
these idiot’s in the crowd’s little princess.

The comment rubs the crowd the wrong way, of course the booing kicks up. J.T. then takes the microphone back up to his lips and begins to speak again.
J.T. WHIPLASH: Go ahead, son, keep on flappin’ yer gums ’bout how much ya hate these people because the way I see it, this is REBEL Pro ‘Rasslin! Ya can
either love it… or LEAVE IT! And if ya chose to git yer sorry ass outta here, don’t let the door hit ‘cha on yer ass on the way out! But I know one thang
fer damn sure… since yer itchin’ fer a fight with me… how ’bout YOU and ME for that eight pounds of gold ya got hangin’ ’round yer waist there, chump!?
The fans pop big-time hearing this as they fantasize about the possibilities of a Whiplash/Marion title match.

MARCUS MARION: Whiplash, my gut instincts tells me… heh, you are dreaming. Just for further clarification, let me check with a second party…

Marion and Nicole both put their heads together, pretending to ponder whether or not to accept Whiplash’s challenge.

MARCUS MARION: Yeah…hate to break the news to you, turns out my gut instincts and second party are both in agreement. You will NOT be getting anywhere
near this title. I mean, what kind of man would I be if I just LET a man that has already proven his ineptness by barely winning a springboard title, suddenly
skip the line and get a crack at the ONLY World title that matters. Heh, arguing the case for that igloo up north’s “gold” might seem plausible at first
glance. But, however, bear in mind, Whiplash, I haven’t even been to Canada and every man in that company is talking about what that new rich son of a
bitch in North Carolina will do for his company’s new and improved World title…

Marion fakes as if he is about to wipe away a tear.

I mean, it’s all so overwhelming.

J.T. paces back and forth as he starts his retort.

J.T. WHIPLASH: I figured you and the blonde bimbo over there would weasel outta the ass-kickin’ ya so badly deserve…

Nicole Rhodes yells at J.T. who retorts back at her.

J.T. WHIPLASH: HEY! Don’t be mad at me ‘cuz ya married a mental midget! That said though, if I had three dollars and clothes-pin… I MIGHT give ya a try!
Nicole Rhodes starts screaming at Whiplash as Marcus Marion tries to hold his valet/fiancee back.

MARCUS MARION: ENOUGH! Your schoolyard taunts have brought you no nearer to a title shot then it did two minutes ago. The day you and I face off for the
last drumstick, let alone a World title, Whiplash, is the day you finally learn which end to use on a toothbrush. I have bigger fish to fry than some rusted
out old man, begging for a hero’s sendoff into the sunset. Watch your step, Whiplash…

Watch your step.

The fans boo Marion’s cowardice. Marion taunts Whiplash with the World title, then makes his exit out of the ring. Whiplash stares at him coldly the entire
time.

Credits
Marion/Freak Segment-Christian/Brad
Marion/Whiplash segment-Christian/Brody
Cuzin’ Zeke Commercial-Zeke
Casino pre-recorded material-Brion
Vincent Black segment-Kronske
Duncan Segment-Nick
Jacob Venar vs Jackson Smith-Bean
Chad Kurtis vs The Freak-Bean
Jer$ey vs Casino-Kent
Johnny Maverick vs JT Whiplash-Brion