we see “the show” chad kurtis as we have never seen him before as he is being pushed down the entrance ramp in a wheelchair by stephanie. the fans are just excited that he is here and are chanting show, show, show even louder then normal so loud that we can barely hear either massacre or bubba…

BUBBA J:as you can tell by the reaction we are semi-surprised to see chad kurtis here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: yeah all reports were that he wasn’t going to be cleared to be here.

BUBBA J:c’mon now massacre neither one of us maybe on his christmas card list but we both cost of viagra and cialis know that nothing can keep down “the show”.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True, i just hope he isn’t doing more harm then good being here tonight.

stephanie and chad reach the ring and stephanie goes to help him in the ring but is brushed off as chad sprints to the ring and does his trademark slide under the ropes before getting back to his feet and dusting himself off…

LARRY GORDON: i know we are all excited to have chad here with us tonight but if we can just quiet down just for a moment i would like to present him with the Face of the year award!

chad: (with a tear in his eyes) i know you all expect a long winded speech for the “true ptper” but i just ain’t the time for that but i do want to say thanks to all of you the fans you are what makes this sport what it is and you are why this award means so much and i do want to say thanks to God for giving me the talent to do what i do. and last but not least if i never get to step into a wrestling ring again allow me to say i enjoyed the ride!!! thank you all and God bless!!

chad then falls to one knee giving props to the fans then to pointing to heaven before sliding under the ropes and climbing back into the wheelchair

~Commercial for Kent’s potatoes, they are all spuds~

We fade back from commercial in to the ring for our first match of the night, with Lizatanna, currently sans Top Hat since it’s very inconvenient to work in, and Kaz Sato, a 6’3” Mixed Martial Artist, standing waiting for the bell.

DING! DING!

Liza bounces on her toes while Kaz steps forward into a very traditional Kick Boxing stance. He strikes first then with a Leg Kick that Lisa manages to check and then a second that goes wide as Liza darts back. Kaz then throws a few jab attempts before shooting for her knees, but Liza manages to jump out to the side before getting a hand on his forehead to keep him at bay. Kaz struggles to get back to his feet, allowing Liza to walk him into a knee, right between the eyes.

BUBBA J: Lizatanna showing why she is the boss of this fool, looking pretty hot too.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know if superheroes can be married though Bubba.

BUBBA J: Don’t have to be married to do the horizontal boogie.

Kaz darts back up straight and swings two wild punches, the first of which is dodged and the second of which is parried to send him away. Kaz then turns around and tries to lift up a kick, allowing Liza to strike her heel down into his shin to push him back and then lift up a left kick into his ribs. Liza then dodges away as Kaz staggers forth into another pick that misses. A second attempt follows shortly but Liza produces a pack of cards seemingly from nowhere (her sleeve) and throws them in his eyes, causing Kaz to run blind and right into Liza’s outstretched leg that sends him head-over-heels and sprawled out on the mat.

BUBBA J: Always wondered how to do something like that,maybe a poker game after the match?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I could be in for that, high stakes?

Liza darts around Kaz and tussles his hair, provoking him to dart back to his feet and lunge for her in the corner, only to find nothing but turnbuckle. He then turns and throws a series of quick punches that put Liza on the back foot and force her to retreat, but he gets a little overzealous and launches a finishing overhand right that Liza sees coming and ducks under while throwing an Overhead Roundhouse Knee that shatters his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That one is going to sting in the morning.

BUBBA J: Definitely so, bet he won’t be playing poker tonight.

Kaz goes back and looks hurt, stumbling into the ropes and rebounding back into a straight kick in the chest that puts him in the ropes again. He shakes it off though and fires back with a deadly looking Head Kick that forces Liza to duck before jumping over a sweep. Liza then ducks a Clothesline, turns and sprays a red mist into Kaz’s eyes as he meets her again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Whoa!

BUBBA J: She just blinded him with spray to the face, not only is she hot but resourceful!

Kaz flails and blindly staggers around the ring, canadian pharmacy free shipping lunging with wild Haymaker punches in the hopes of finding a mark. Meanwhile Liza takes a seat up on the top turnbuckle, wiping the run off from her mouth and generally just letting him go.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My God this real canadian superstore newmarket pharmacy has been over for hours. Just end it already.

BUBBA J: Liza taking a rest here in the match, her opponent isn’t up to snuff… speaking of snuff… I need some Copenhagen.

A fan reaches over and hands Bubba J a can of Copenhagen Long Cut, Bubba J takes it, getting a dip.

BUBBA J: Thanks for the dip.

Liza jumps down with a rather purposeful thump, alerting Kaz to her direction and sending him off on a run. Liza takes a bullfighters stance and then twirls out of the way as he dives head first into the buckles. He then stumbles back, turns and allows Liza to get both hands on his head and pull him into another sicken knee strike that splits a crack down his face and bolts him up right again, allowing Liza to drop him with a Palm Strike right up through his nose.

BUBBA J: Lizatanna dominating this fool here, kick him in the balls!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is there no end to your threshold of inflicting damage.

A pause.

BUBBA J: Nope, kick them until there down and then stomp a mudhole in there ass.

Kaz drops down on all fours, and Liza finishes him by putting her foot on the back of his head and then crushing him against the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Curb Stomp.

BUBBA J: That’ll work too!

The fans grimace as she kicks him over onto his back, giving the world an open view of his cut, smashed and painted face. Rather than make the cover though she moves to the ropes and calls for someone to bring her a microphone.

BUBBA J: Evidentally she’s got something to say.

Liza pats the mic to make sure it’s on and then steps back to centre stage. With the look on her face you’d think she hadn’t even started.

LIZATANNA: Well this has been fun but it’s time to get to the point. While sitting down to watch one of this companies lovely television broadcasts I noticed your current, Aggression Champion making a rousing speech about how she wanted a real step up in competition. And in turn you threw her an angry old man who doesn’t want to be here.

At the mere hint of Rob Robinson the fans start to simmer.

LIZATANNA: That’s fine today, but what about tomorrow. Chad? That loser who thinks he’s a Sith Lord? Jacob Vernar fresh off having his ass handed to him by Johnny fucking Maverick?

She gives that one some room as the fans lift in a cheer and a chant for his name.

LIZATANNA: Or do you give the champ a shot at someone actually worth beating?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did the chick dressed as a magician just try to call someone else delusional?

BUBBA J: She is not some ordinary chick, she is one hot chick!

LIZATANNA: I’m new here, so come the big February PPV, my name looks to be a little lonely. So if –

Liza gets cut off as she notices Kaz beginning to stir.

LIZATANNA: Sorry, one sec.

BUBBA J: Got to love interupting her speech to kick some ass.

Kaz gets to one knee and no further, prompting Liza to take a run, step off his outstretched leg and put her knee through his face, dropping him to the mat for the final time while she steps right through him. She then dusts herself off and gets right back to it.

LIZATANNA: So if your champ, whoever they might be, really wants to prove their worth, then who better than a super powered magician who is probably also a ninja.

Liza takes a bow and then turns around to the referee, who is currently standing with his arms folded waiting for her to clean up.

LIZATANNA: Oh, right, you want me to pin that so you can take it to the hospital.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You think?

BUBBA J: Hey, she’ll kick your ass too, me… I might like it.

Liza slides on over and kneels on top of Kaz for the pin. The count is academic but that doesn’t stop her revelling in the moment, even going as far as to throw a handful of sparkling dust into the air as the referee counts the three. It gets a little oow from the fans, who are apparently very easily impressed.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… LIZATANNA!

Liza bounds back to her feet and snatches up her Top hat before bounding to the top rope. She goes to put it on but stops as something catches her eye. She then reaches in rather carefully and pulls her hand back to produce a single white dove perched on the end of her finger.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well now this is just getting stupid.

BUBBA J: How’d she do that?

Liza gives the dove a small kiss on the forehead before releasing it into the air, much to the delight of the younger members of the audience. Liza then jumps back and takes a bow before exiting from the ring.

Part way toward the back Liza stops by the railing as a small catches her attention. The conversation goes unheard but the crux of it seems to centre around the contents of her hat. Liza gives a somewhat over theatrical shrug of the shoulders and then makes as if rooting around the very depths of her hat where she produces a rather large white rabbit which she then holds close for the child to pet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: and now she’s pulling rabbits out of hats. I thought all this kiddy shit when away when Robinson got his ass beat.

BUBBA J:Don’t forget she just fucked up that Jap, so she aint nothin’.

Liza takes another bow before disappearing behind the curtain.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Wonder about the challenge for the Aggression Champion.

BUBBA J: If’n I know Larry Gordon, there will be a match between these two because he likes for the wrestlers to step up and make challenges and he usually follows through with the match. He expects them to create their own careers, but then you get people like Jacob Venar who are pansies.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So if Jaice Wilds challenges for the World Title, he’ll get a shot?

BUBBA J: Gordon will grant matches within reason Mikey, but who knows I’ve been surprised before.

~Commercial for Rob’s Butt Cream… It’s McNasty~

Larry Gordon stands center ring with Jenny Jersey and Gordon once again brings the mic up to his lips.

“Next up fans is the man you all voted Most Hated of 2010 and this award goes to…”

“Final Countdown” hits up in the speakers as from the back to the loudest booing of the night, the exact opposite of Chad Kurtis’ announcement is The Phoenix, Rob Robinson. Phoenix steps into the ring, soaking in the unadoration of his unfans and grabs the award from Jenny before snatching the mic from Larry Gordon, giving him a glare before speaking.

Rob Robinson: This is a big day for the company formerly known as Robinson Pro Wrestling. I’m not sure how he did it, but somehow Larry Gordon managed to get the fans to put pencil to paper and vote for some year end awards. I’m slightly curious as to how many of the ballots ended up with bite marks or drool on them.

The fans boo heavily, some thinking of throwing a bit of trash at Phoenix, but they decide they may hit Jenny and change their minds.

Rob Robinson: Of course, the real reason I’m here tonight, other than the fact that I got to travel on Larry’s dime, which used to be MY dime, is that I was voted the most hated man of 2010. Big surprise. The proof that you all hate me so much is that you voted for me, knowing that winning an award from the company formerly known as Robinson Pro would be like rubbing salt in my wounds.

Another round of booing, although they really haven’t stopped it just gets intensified.

Rob Robinson: Well, the jokes on you, suckers! An award is an award, it doesn’t matter where it came from! You weren’t sticking it to me by voting for me for most hated, what you were really doing was showing that even though you can’t stand me, I’m still the guy that everyone is talking about. You all may hate me, you may even want horrible things to happen to me, but in this business it doesn’t matter if you’re getting cheered or booed, just as long as people care one way or the other.

A “You Suck!” chant breaks out and Robinson turns around still soaking in the praise.

Rob Robinson: So to the fans of the former Robinson Pro Wrestling, thank you. Thank you for proving me right, despite yourselves. I said from the beginning that all I wanted to do was introduce this company to real wrestling and this award shows that I was more successful than I’d thought. I came to North Carolina and showed you all what a real wrestling star looks like and you all ate it up with a spoon.

Now a “We Love Rebel!”(clap. clap. clap clap clap) chant breaks out.

Rob Robinson: And finally, since my lawyer hasn’t been able, yet, to get me out of my contract, I can promise you all that I’ll be giving you plenty more to hate in 2011 and will begin by showing Marina Blue just why I am the Most Hated of 2010 later tonight. And even though I no

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longer own the company, I hope the entire roster will look to my leadership as I continuing guiding the company that used to be Robinson Pro… well, not into the future exactly, that would be too much too soon for you all. But at the very least into the mid-1990s! Thank you.

The fans are split, half are booing while the other half are chanting “Rebel Pro!” at Robinson’s retreating back.

~Commercial for Jacob’s Car Sales… There Ford Mavericks!”

We come back from commercial break to see Darth Zwart already standing in the ring ready for battle.

JENNY JERSEY: Already in the ring, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… DARTH ZWART!

“Animals” hits up on the sound system as from the back comes Darth Zwart’s partner, Jaice Wilds. Jaice glad hands some fans on his way down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

JENNY JERSEY: Also already in the ring, the team of Jesse James Hank Williams and El Gato… the TEX MEX EXPRESS!

DING DING

Zwart pounds a fist right into El Gato’s mask sending him backwards, stumbling to remain on his feet. Darth Zwart heads right after him, stalking him as though he is Darth Vader on the Death Star.

BUBBA J:Use the Force man.

MIKEY MASSACREYou really believe this guy?

BUBBA J:Sure, why not?

Zwart lifts him up, gorilla press slam onto the concrete on the outside. Williams with a shoulder block doubles Wilds over, but Zwart is coming to help out his partner. Williams turns around, boot into the midsection of Zwart doubles him over momentarily. Williams ducks under bouncing off the ropes flying cross body sends Zwart over the top to the outside. Williams gets the crowd into it, but here comes Wilds with a leg lariat sending Williams over the top to land beside Zwart.

“Levitate yourself Darth One!”

Darth Zwart’s manager looks disgusted, not at his guy but at the fans in attendence who are not taking him seriously. Zwart rolls up to his feet, receiving a boot heel to the face from the flying Gato sending him stumbling back against the railing. Zwart comes out from the railing before turning and summoning the railing to him with a flick of his wrist.

BUBBA J:What the?

MIKEY MASSACREFirst time in Rebel, Zwart summons the railing to his hand.

BUBBA J:I think I’ve had too much to drink.

MIKEY MASSACREAnother first here in Rebel Pro fans.

Wilds pulls himself up onto the ropes before launching himself over the top rope to land on Gato’s shoulders. Gato spins around, but Wilds sends him flipping over to the railing. Williams comes to his partner’s aid with a fist to the face of Wilds knocking him backwards against the ring post. Williams with a clothesline that nearly knocks the post down, toobad for him Wilds falls out of the way just in time. Zwart swings the raling section, but Williams is able to move out of the way and tackle Zwart in the ringside area with a football tackle sending them both to the floor. Gato rolls up to his feet with a trashcan lid and swings it wildly connecting with Jaice’s skull sending him down against the ring apron.

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato putting that lid to good use.

BUBBA J:El Gato…(snicker) Gato… (snicker)

MIKEY MASSACREWhat?

BUBBA J:Wonder if he is gay.

MIKEY MASSACREHow much have you had to drink.

BUBBA J:Not enough… too much… damn it Mikey I don’t know.

Gato springs up to the apron, diving towards the rising Zwart catching him square in the face with a front kick sending him backwards into the railing again. Zwart rebounds with a fist, but Gato ducks under the blow and Williams is there with a belly to belly suplex sending Zwarrt over onto his head and neck. Williams gets up and begins to stomp a mudhole in Zwart’s body and then begins to walk it dry for him. Gato comes flying over, using his partner’s shoulder for added height and slamming into Wilds with a cross body that he turns into a tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACREWhat height from El Gato there.

BUBBA J:Does that mean… The Gay in Spanish?

Gato pulls Wilds up to his feet, but Jaice snaps him onto the concrete with a Northern Lights suplex; Gato rolls around holding at his back from the impact. Wilds stumbles forward for a bit holding at his head and shaking it. Wilds spins around as Willims lifts, or tries to lift Zwart up for a suplex, but the big Sith uses his weight and height advantage to bring Williams’ suplex back to Earth. Zwart summons a wrench from under the ring, nailing Williams with it.

BUBBA J:That is some serious shit Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACREZwart with a wrench shot to Williams’ head may have just put them out of commission.

Zwart walks past Williams staring down at Bubba J and Mikey.

BUBBA J:That sombitch took my damn beer!

Zwart crumples the can in his hand, sending beer flowing over his right hand, Bubba J staring up at him with hatred.

BUBBA J:I’m fixing to fix his ass.

MIKEY MASSACRENot during a match, sit your redneck ass back down.

Gato pulls himself up, but Zwart is there to slam his face into the corner post before rolling him into the ring. Wilds darts past him to leap up to the apron and flip over with a leg drop across Gato’s throat. Jaice Wilds makes the cover as Darth Zwart looks on under his mask.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Jaice Wilds and Darth Zwart!

~Commercial for Richard’s Pet Rocks, there a conversation piece~

We return from commercial to find Larry Gordon and the lovely Jenny Jersey standing in center ring. Gordon is holding a microphone while Miss Jersey is carrying a plaque.

LARRY GORDON: Well, you all know the next individual. I’ve watched him start off and not be so successful in the business and then slowly he began to grow more and more determined. The winner of the next award has stepped on a lot of toes over the past year, but as much as I hate to say it because of who he is, he is really the most improved and deserves this award. But, that does not mean I have forgotten what he has done to me and our company Rebel Pro, the most improved of 2010… The World Heavyweight Champion… “The Falcon” Jacob Venar!

The easy, acoustic opening riff of Escape the Fate’s “My Apocalypse” hits the speakers, but before long, the music explodes into the main riff, blaring over the PA as The Falcon bursts through the curtain, dressed in his black jeans and red and black tuxedo tee shirt, carrying his freshly won REBEL World Heavyweight belt over his shoulder. The fans boo him for all they’re worth, but the Falcon just ignores them, eyeing the ring with those dangerous red eyes as he approaches Gordon and Jersey. Eyeing Gordon carefully, the Falcon climbs through the ropes, walks over to Miss Jersey, takes the award and attempts to leave the ring. Gordon, however, informs him in no uncertain terms that he needs to say a few words, and with a snarl, the Falcon reluctantly accepts the microphone from Gordon. The music dies to further reveal the disapproval of the fans, and after a moment’s pause, the Falcon decides to speak.

THE FALCON: You know, the sooner you shut up, the sooner I can speak, the sooner I can leave.

The fans quiet down with another small pop of boos and the Falcon continues.

THE FALCON: You know, winning this award just goes to show that the plucky, underrated and underestimated Jacob Venar that I used to be is long gone. It’s proof in itself that the entire industry, let alone that locker room, had better start turning their heads. Because the Falcon that stands in front of you, the REAL World Heavyweight Champion, is no pushover anymore. I just ended the career of the Legendary Chris Casino inside a steel cage to take this title. All you people in the back need to do is decide who’s next.

The Falcon looks down at the award he has in his hand.

THE FALCON: I’m not gonna get into the whole bull shit respectfest thing that one might hope for in one of these acceptance speeches. I appreciate the company opening their (BLEEP)ing eyes and realizing that they’re dealing with a little bit more than a perennial loser. Sincerely. But appreciation is all they’re gonna get from me at this point.

The fans boo.

THE FALCON: You people act like this is such a big deal. What you people need to come to terms with is that none of this matters. It should come as no surprise to you people at this point. All that matters to me is that I continue to do what I do best competing in the sport that I love, the greatest sport in the world, for the company that gave me a home away from home. I’ll fight anyone, anytime, anywhere to get what I deserve. Chris Casino is gone like a fart in the wind because I killed his career. I am the World Heavyweight Champion because I am the best this company has to offer. If neither this award nor this belt is enough to prove that to you, I welcome any and all competition to try and fail as Chris Casino did to take from me what is rightfully mine.

The Falcon turns and begrudgingly shakes Gordon’s hand.

THE FALCON: I appreciate the award, Gordon, Jersey, and I hope the rest of you scum sucking free loaders enjoy the rest of your night.

The Falcon drops the mic, cuing up Escape the Fate and the boos from the crowd one more time as the Falcon heads up to the locker room, carrying each of his prizes.

VIA Megavision.

The screen comes to life and we see Chris Casino looking back at us! The crowd pops huge for ‘The Future’ and he shows us that cocky smirk of his. He’s seated at the bar of his nightclub and cradled in his lap is the award for the REBEL Wrestler Of The Year!

CASINO: Well, look what I got!

Casino holds up the trophy for all to see.

CASINO: Now I’m sure that some people, and by people I mean idjits like Jacob Venar will claim this was rigged but screw him! This is MY night and as far as I can see, the birdman is nowhere to be seen. It is a GREAT honor for me to receive this award. So many great talents have come through the promotion in the last year. Marcus Marion. JT Whiplash. Johnny Maverick. Hell even old Spykeman! (Casino smiles) But none of them are as good as me.

CASINO: In my 12 months with REBEL I won the World Title. Twice held the Tag Team Titles and held the Carolinas Title. Hell I even won the #1 Contenders Trophy in my first match for the company! Did anyone else have a year like that? I think not. But of course all of that pales to what I consider my greatest accomplishment. Helping save REBEL from that scum bag Rob Robinson. While others ran and hid, or worse, joined his cause, myself and a lone handful stood firm and re-took this promotion.

CASINO: Now as you all know I lost the cage match to Jacob and thus can no longer be a wrestler for REBEL. (a beat) My career inside the ring is pretty much over and to be honest, it kind of sucks. But in a way, I’m glad it happened because now I have more time to devote to my family and my business ventures. (pause) However…This is wrestling…And we all know NOTHING is forever in wrestling baby!

Casino laughs and places his award on the bar counter.

CASINO: Over the last five years I’ve given you fans ALL of me. You’ve loved me, hated me, stood by me when I went through some tough times and I thank each and every one of you. This past year in REBEL has been a real eye opener. I spent years calling this place nothing more than a ‘garbage fed’ but I was wrong. REBEL is the undisputed home of some of the toughest and baddest sons o’ bitches I ever had the privilege to fight. To all those who voted for me, to all those who had my back and to all those who simply came to the shows to see me get my ass kick or to see me kick some ass….I THANK YOU.

Casino bows in appreciation for the fans watching the video.

CASINO: Without you folks, there would be no REBEL. I love you all and please continue to support REBEL and it’s roster of talent. Well, except Jacob because he’s still a dick. Thank you!

Casino grabs his trophy and hoists it high overhead, smiling the entire time.

~Commercial for Ace’s Bonds, I’ll Lock You Up Suckah!~

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is one fall to a finish…..

‘The Final Countdown’ hits the PA and the crowd fill the building with their undivided hate at the masked man who steps out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Orlando, Florida and weighs in at 230 pounds…’The Phoenix’ Rob Robinson!!!!

Phoenix climbs into the ring and immediately has to duck and dodge as several items of trash are tossed at him.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

‘Slip It In’ pounds the sound system like an angry hammer and the building explodes!

JENNY JERSEY: She is your reigning REBEL Aggression Champion, hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!!

Blue emerges from the back, the Aggression Title strapped firmly around her petite waist and the pop is huge!

She sprints down to the ring, generic cialis comments slides inside under the bottom rope and quickly gets to her feet as the referee keeps Phoenix back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So here we go, non title match with Blue and Phoenix!

BUBBA J:I dunno ’bout you, but I’d love to show Marina my ‘Soupbone.’

MIKEY MASSACRE: From what I’ve heard you’d have to take a number!

Blue hands off the Title to the referee and he calls for the bell!

BUBBA J:Why do they even let Phoenix wrestle here after all he did to this place?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well Venar is our World Champ so I suppose we need all the ratings help we can get.

BUBBA J: Got that right, damn I wanted Casino to win last show… thought about kicking Venar’s ass again but my beer was more important.

The two tie up in the center of the ring and Phoenix snaps on a side head lock. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock. Marina makes her way to the ropes and gets a surprisingly clean break from the masked man. The two circle each other before once more going to lock up. Rob catches her coming in with a boot to the gut. Side headlock from Phoenix. Blue backs him into the ropes and shoots him off. Blue up and over with a leapfrog! A dropkick sends Rob to the mat on the rebound! Phoenix scrambles and pulls himself to his feet in a near corner. Blue is on him in an instant and monkey flips him out of the corner! Again Rob is quick to his feet, turns and drops a charging Blue with a vicious clothesline!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Blue can’t go power for power with Phoenix! She’ll have to rely on her speed to keep her in this!

BUBBA J:Man, watchin’ Blue in there is makin’ my pants tight.

Rob pulls Blue up, hooks her and snaps her over with a textbook snap suplex. Rob is up, hits the ropes and drops a leg across the face of the Aggression champion. Phoenix goes for a lax cover and Blue easily gets a shoulder up at the one count. Rob pulls Blue up and whips her into the ropes. Big back elbow drops Marina to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Elbow drop across the ample chest of Blue and the masked man looks to be having fun at the expense of the champ! Rob drags Blue to her feet and hurls her over the top rope. Blue hangs on and starts to skin the cat ala Shawn Michaels! Rob sees her and plants a boot to her face that sends her tumbling from the ring apron down to the floor! Rob struts around the ring as the fans voice their disapproval.

BUBBA J:Not to be racist, but I thought you had to be Mexican to wear a mask.

As Rob struts his stuff in the ring, Marina is busy pulling something out from under the ring! Phoenix reaches through the ropes, grabs a handful of Blues hair and tries to drag her back into the ring. Blue with a chairshot across the masked dome of Robinson! Phoenix staggers back into the ring as Blue, with chair in tow, climbs up to the ring apron. Blue hurls the chair at Phoenix and it bounces off his head with a satisfying thud! Springboard seated senton from Blue! She reaches back, hooks the leg and the referee is right there!

Rob kicks out!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She almost snuck in a win there!

BUBBA J: I’d like to sneak something in…

MIKEY MASSACRE: I just threw up in my mouth.

Marina hits the ropes and connects with an ax kick to a rising Phoenix that puts him back on the mat. Blue rolls Rob onto his back, places the chair on his chest and heads to the nearest turnbuckle. She springs to the top, smiles at her fans and hits Five Star Porn Splash onto both the chair and Phoenix! Blue rolls away clutching at her ribs as Phoenix shudders on the mat. Blue rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Phoenix!

Again Phoenix kicks out!

BUBBA J:I hope she didn’t rupture an implant with that move!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is all you think about is sex?

BUBBA J: Korn baby, Adidas!

Blue takes the battered chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Rob is getting to his feet and takes a stiff forearm to the head. Blue backs Phoenix into the ropes and whips him off. It’s countered as Phoenix reverses it and drop toe holds Blue down face first onto the open chair! Instead of a cover, Phoenix pulls a dazed Blue up and takes her up and over with a gut wrench side suplex. Phoenix takes a moment to regain his bearings as Blue fights to get to her feet. Blue pulls herself up using the ring ropes and takes a knee to the small of the back from Rob! Rob shoots her into the ropes and she uses the second rope to hit a springboard crossbody!

It’s countered into a powerslam from a waiting Phoenix!

This time the masked man goes for the cover!

Blue gets her shoulder up!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Almost! Rob nearly beat the Aggression champ in this non title match!

BUBBA J: Then he’d be in line for a title shot instead of… some other hot chick in Rebel Pro… Lizatanna!

Phoenix is up and in the face of the referee! Blue reaches out, grabs the chair laying on the mat and pulls herself up. Phoenix turns and catches the chair in mid air as Blue tosses it!

Dirt Pipe Milkshake from Maria Blue!!

Rob is down and Blue covers him!

The referee calls for the bell as Blue rolls off Phoenix and out of the ring!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hey that looked kinda like a fast count….

BUBBA J:Don’t be tryin’ to start trouble with my future ex wife!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

The fans explode as the referee rolls to the outside and raises the arm of Blue in victory! Back inside the ring, Rob is sitting up and yelling about a fast count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Even Phoenix thinks that count was a shade on the fast side.

BUBBA J:Well yeah, his ass lost.

The Phoenix gets to his feet and suddenly the lights start to flicker.

BUBBA J:What the….

The lights totally black out and a distorted slowed down version of ‘The Final Countdown’ hits the PA.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not sure what’s going on here folks…..

Boom! The lights come up and standing in the ring, a few feet away from Phoenix is…..The Phoenix!?

BUBBA J:Oh shit! Two of ‘em? I quit.

The man in the ring is the spitting image of Phoenix except for the colors on his wrestling gear. Where there is brightness on The Phoenix, there is only dark on this mystery man…A Dark Phoenix if you will.

Phoenix looks around and then points to the masked man and starts laughing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Phoenix, uh, the first one obviously not afraid of this newcomer.

BUBBA J: So, you see two of ‘em too?

The Dark Phoenix lashes out with a kick to the gut of Rob Robinson doubling him over! Cradle piledriver from this new masked man plants Phoenix in the middle of the ring! The crowd is shocked and just as quickly as it happened…..

The lights blink out for a moment, only to return.

Phoenix, alone in the ring. Laid out by a new enemy.

BUBBA J: With that fans… I’m off for a poker game and some more beer. Mikey, you down for a game of losing… I mean Texas Hold ‘em?

MIKEY MASSACRE:

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Sure, wanna call it New Mexico Hold ‘em instead?

BUBBA J: No damn it, it is Texas Hold ‘em and if you don’t like it you can kiss my

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One Final Award

I wanted to post this out here with the rest of the show, but as it is an OOC Award, there was really no reason for a speech why use cialis and would have been querky to put during the show. Anyways over the past year this person has gave me advice, helped me out by writing matches, advice, laughter, and a reason to keep pushing through and to stop taking so much grief when cialis online I didn’t have many match writers and a ton to write. Anyways the final 2010 Award is for “OOC All Around Guy” and the award goes to…

Hold on, I’m trying to find where I placed it…

Still looking…

Oh yeah, I remember…

Congratulations Brion and thanks man.