Aggression 1-9-2012

A Return

Pouring rain, saturating the ground..

The clouds above, the coming moon..

A single punching bag enters the scene, seemingly out of place outside in the rain.

A familiar voice? Perhaps to some people, but it has been a long time since we heard it last.

“For years I have prided myself on my abilities, my technique, the fact I never backed down from anyone.”

The punching bag swings in the wind, gently at first, then with some speed.

“I knew I was good, damn good at what I do. I fought to survive. I battled to make an impact.”

The bag slips out of focus.

“Then it all faded away, my own ego consuming me, demanding this and that from promoters, burning every bridge along the way.”

Slowly, the bag comes back into focus, and is met by a flurry of kicks.

“A second chance? Who knows how many chances I’ve had at this point.”

Stiff jabs meet the bag.

“Only one thing is certain. This time, I intend on making the most of my opportunities.”

The camera pans back from the bag, to reveal the soaked face of a man known to Rebel Pro fans. With a smirk, he looks up at us, a man changed by time, a man wanting nothing more than to give up the past and move onto the future.

“The Spade” Duncan Aries. He speaks forth, his voice sill heard in the pouring rain.

“I am the culmination of a revelation. Pay attention, you just might learn something.”

With another kick to the punching bag, he walks away into the rain, as the camera focuses back on the swinging bag. Text in ice blue appear before us.

DUNCAN ARIES RETURNS.

Virgil Keenan vs Jamie Flynn

Ding Ding

Virgil and Jamie lock up in the center of the ring, Virgil with a quick wristlock gets the advantage, but Jamie comes back with a swift kick to Virgil’s ribs sending him over to one side. Jamie turns the wristlock on Virgil, but Keenan with a quick twist reversing the wristlock into a hammerlock on Flynn. Jamie falls forward to one knee flipping Virgil over him to land on his feet. Virgil turns around, flying forearm smash by Flynn sends Virgil into the corner. Jamie pulls him out of the corner with a whip, following close on his heels. Virgil stops suddenly throwing his elbow back sending it right into Jamie Flynn’s face. Jamie falls back, Virgil quickly assists him with a leg sweep.

Larry Gordon: Virgil dominating early in this match.

Linzi Martin: Are you watching the same match I am?

Virgil bends down picking up his opponent, a scoop and a slam on his bent knee drives the wind rightout of Jamie Flynn’s sails. Flynn is gasping for breath as Virgil picks him up again, Flynn with a single leg take down catches Virgil off guard. Jamie quickly hits the ropes, baseball slide right into the side of Virgil’s face rolling the Global Champion over. Jamie lifts him up delivering a series of Mua Tai kicks to his body and head before locking on a side headlock, wrenching heavily on the neck. Virgil grunts in pain as he drops down to one knee. Virgil wraps his arms around Jamie’s waist standing back up, he drops him with a side slam, Jamie Flynn is winded again as his lower back takes some punishment. Virgil shakes his head as he stands up against the ropes.

Linzi Martin: Both wrestlers trading moves back and forth here in this match.

Larry Gordon: Virgil showing why he should be a champ and Flynn showing the same.

Jamie gets up, his back to Virgil, Keenan comes with a running knee into the lower portion of his back, Flynn falls into the ropes. Virgil locks on an Anaconda Vise before Jamie breaks the hold, Virgil turns to tell a fan to shove something somewhere unmentionable when Jamie Flynn nails a standing dropkick to Virgil’s leg, crumpling him down to the mat. Virgil’s eyes show pain as Flynn wraps the Champion up with a standing leglock, twisting to apply as much pressure as possible to the joint

Larry Gordon: Jamie Flynn with a leg lock there, applying pressure.

Linzi Martin: Trying to take the vertical base away from Virgil.

Virgil kicks out with his left leg, but Jamie manages to side step the move at the cost of releasing the right leg. Flynn quickly back on the attack, but he begins to wrap Virgil into a figure four leglock, Virgil leans up pulling Jamie down into a pin.

One…
Two…

Jamie Flynn able to break the pin as he falls back into the ropes. Using the momentum to his advantage, Flynn runs at the seated Virgil with a dropkick to the face, but Virgil falls back allowing Flynn to slide over him and slide to the outside of the ring. Virgil gets up, limping slightly on his right leg, he wasn’t in the hold for long, but the pressure was tremendous. Jamie is climbing back to the apron as Virgil steps over. Flynn with a shoulder block, Virgil avoids the move dropping an elbow on Flynn instead. Jamie nearly falls back to the floor but manages to grab the middle rope at the last second preventing his descent. Virgil with a knee into the side of Flynn’s face bringing a gasp from him, a second and a as he goes for a third, Flynn moves away from the blow. Virgil uses his momentum to raise the leg and bring it down across Flynn’s neck slamming his throat into the rope; he falls onto the apron.

Larry Gordon: Vicious knees from Virgil in that exchange.

Linzi Martin: Virgil proving himself here.

Virgil climbs through the ropes as Jimmy Johnson watches on. Keenandrops down to the floor, grabbing the right wrist of Flynn, he jumps into the air, coming down in a seated position as the shoulder socket bulges causing Flynn to scream out in pain. Virgil stands back up from the floor to repeat this process a second time. As he releases the wrist, Jamie Flynn rolls into the ring, holding at his right shoulder and staring daggers at Virgil Keenan, who smirks back nonchalantly. Virgil stalks his prey, circling for the kill, he dives. Flynn catches Virgil with his left arm and hand, sending Virgil up and over with a modified suplex into a bridging pin.

One…

Virgil is stunned here.

Two…

Virgil kicks out and immediately up to his feet. He charges at Flynn again, Jamie with a low leg kick following it up with a thigh kick that spins Virgil around. Jamie hits the ropes, springboard karate kick to the back of Virgil’s skull sends him face first into the top turnbuckle padding. Virgil spins around dazed as he comes out of the corner, Jamie with a jumping front kick sends Virgil back into the corner, this time back first. Jamie with a running start slams a knee into Virgil’s midsection. Doubled over, Virgil gasps for air, trying to gain his wits about him to try and get back on top.

Linzi Martin: Jamie Flynn now dominating here in this match.

Larry Gordon: Two top quality athletes battling for respect and honor.

A hip toss sends Virgil over onto his back, Flynn wastes no time in locking in a figure four leglock on the hopefully next AOWF TV Champion, he leans forward falling back as he cradles his arm a bit to relieve the pain. Virgil shakes his head from side to side as he tries to roll the submission hold over. Virgil is starting to pick up momentum as he quickly rolls to the right, reversing the hold. Flynn grunts from the effort trying to release the hold. But Jamie is unable to break the submission, Virgil somehow has locked in the hold himself preventing the break. Flynn reaches out for the ropes, he is a foot away. Flynn grabs his hair pulling at the strands as he uses his elbows to inch his way to the ropes. Jamie Flynn’s eyes are focused on that bottom rope, he grits his teeth digging closer. Virgil allows his opponent to expend the energy to crawl to the ropes, Jamie reaches out a hand… he grabs the bottom rope as his head drops. Virgil doesn’t immediately release the hold. Flynn falls forward, his chin on the mat. Virgil is up, dropping a knee across his skul, driving the chin further into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Virgil is vicious in this match.

Larry Gordon: Imagine a match this good on Rampage.

Linzi Martin: Not going to happen.

Virgil pulls the weakened Flynn up to his feet, open handed slap to his chest as he pushes him into the corner. Elbow to the side of his face as he pulls him out of the corner, swinging neckbreaker takes Flynn down to the canvas, but Virgil is not finished by far. Looking at the RPM III banner, Virgil scoop slams Flynn in front of the corner. Virgil proceeds to climb up while signaling for a big time high risk move.

Larry Gordon: Virgil going for a high risk move here, hoping to put Jamie Flynn away.

Linzi Martin: It’ll either pay off or fail… epically.

Virgil dives with his elbow extended, he slams into canvas as Jamie Flynn was able to roll out of the way just in time. Virgil grabs at his elbow as he rolls around in pain.

Larry Gordon: Virgil missed? That can’t be.

Linzi Martin: Epic… fail.

Flynn grabs the writhing Keenan with his injured left elbow, stomping away trying to make his elbow bend the wrong way. Flynn pulls him up, twisting it with a wristlock, he kicks once again at the elbow, turning it now into a hammerlock. Flynn pulls up on the wrist causing as much pain as possible to Virgil’s elbow and now to his shoulder. Virgil runs forward, holding onto the top rope with his right arm. Flynn falls back, rolling up to his feet and as Virgil turns around, an arm drag takes him down to the canvas where Flynn locks on a crippler crossface submission hold. Virgil is no where near the ropes, the closest ones being a foot behind him. Virgil stares at the ropes that are second nearest to him and gets the determination in his eyes. Jimmy Johnson is there, he struggles for the right position to not impede Virgil’s arguous journey, but to be in the right position should Virgil decide to submit. He asks Virgil who simply shakes his head as much as he can, his teeth gritted, he digs for another inch.

Larry Gordon: Flynn is going to break the next AOWF TV Champ.

Linzi Martin: I do believe that is what he is trying for.

Flynn rears back, as Virgil reaches out, he is a foot away from the ropes now. He manages to somehow get a foot under him and he shoves forward, he is three inches away from the ropes, he lowers his head. Virgil lays in the submission for a moment, but as Jimmy Johnson goes to check on him, his head pops up a new look in his eyes. Virgil dives once again, he is in the ropes! Jamie Flynn gets up to his feet, pulling Virgil along with him.

Jamie whips Virgil into the ropes, reversal and Jamie is sent into the ropes. Virgil bounces as well, running boot to the face! Jamie Flynn is nearly decapitated as Virgil falls on his opponent, Jimmy Johnson is there.

Larry Gordon: That is Hunter Sullivan’s Viper Snap!

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match, “The Viper” Virgil Sullivan!

Linzi Martin: Virgil wins by nearly decapitating Jamie Flynn.

Larry Gordon: The other people in the AOWF TV Title match had better recognize.

Virgil stands middle ring staring at both the RPM III and Winter Blast 2012 banners as his entrence music begins to play over the speakers in the arena once more. Virgil is breathing hard and he seems to be waiting on something, he stares at the “Winter Blast” and “RPM III banners.

Bubba J Speaks

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers and from the back carrying a Confederate battle flag comes Bubba J; the crowd somewhat mixed for this part of his coming down. J steps up into the

ring before setting the flag up in the corner and receiving a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

“You may not like me…”

Mixed reaction.

“But I don’t give a flying fuck.”

A bit more booing.

“Go ahead and boo me, cause like I said, I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”

This does somewhat quiet them down.

“It seems that everyone wants a piece of the Ragin’ Redneck, Bubba J.”

He points at the flag.

“Whether its because I’m a redneck and proud of my heritage.”

He holds up the #1 Contender’s Cup.

“Whether it is for this cup.”

He sets it down, rubbing himself.

“Whether it is my sexy physique.”

He smiles.

“Or just because I’m one of the longest running Rebel Stars left here and they think its time for the old dawgs to get out of the yard.”

He shakes his head.

“Thing is that they just want a piece of me because I’m worthy of their attention. They are scared. They are worried. They are scared shitless because they know I still got it.”

A person shouts “Mikey Massacre”, Bubba J nods.

“Yeah, that sumbitch did manage to beat me, but he ain’t got the balls in his dirty pissed stain drawers to come and fight another match. Hell, he’s probably back in New Mexico still licking his wounds and shitting his pants just because I’m on his television screen right now.”

J looks into the camera, before shooting Mikey a bird.

“But since he’s got to go and wipe his hairy ass, let me talk about anudder person that has gained my interest.”

He stares at the Rebel flag.

“That sumbitch that calls himself the Confederate Copperhead, but ain’t nutin more than a garten snake that is so cowardly and pathetic that he’s more yellow than the dam sun.”

A bit of booing now, they love JT Whiplash.

“Sure go and cheer for him, he’s decent…”

He looks around.

“When he can be bothered to compete here in Rebel Pro. When he ain’t drunk on liquor and high on whatever drugs he can afford to buy. Truth is about JT is that he’s washed up, a has been that was nearly a neverwas, and couldn’t even hack it over in True Glory Wrestling.”

He begins to stomp around the ring.

“Speaking of that cess pool of backed up turds… Lucille Starr wants to go and run his mouth. He wants to claim that he has beaten me every time we’ve faced off. Truth is that when Lucille changed his name from Shadow Starr…”

He holds up a hand.

“Yeah, I know a ridiculous fucking name, but hear me out. He wanted to change his record to show his name change, thus his one single defeat of the Ragin’ Redneck was wiped from the record. But still he wants to have a hard on thinking he’s demolished me, destroyed me, but wants to run from the challenge like the yeller bellied bitch that his mama wanted when she got him; instead of the ballsy son that his dad was expecting when he squirted in her vagina.”

The crowd gasps at his words.

“So, I am waiting on confirmation of the match, waiting on his sorry ass to accept my unfriendly challenge, and I’ll kick his balls outta the back of his ass and we will have a Lucille Starr… but don’t worry Lucille, you can change your record again.”

Snickers from the crowd.

“Now on to Hostile, the pissant that wanted to leave his running mates worried thinking that

Simon Kalis had done something with the body. But instead was at home jerking off to a Cheetoh commercial while fondling a stuffed Koala bear for some fucked up reason. He wants to run his mouth that I’m scared of Lisa, that its the first time that I’ve run away from anything.”

He shakes his head.

“I was unaware that I was runnin’ from anything, but more or less biding my time and then taking advantage of it when it comes about. But this sumbitch wants to face me for the #1 Contender’s Cup, but yet he’s got a World Title match later tonight.”

He stares into the camera.

“Hostile, if you are listening and if Lisa leaves anything of your body… match… fucking… accepted… bitch.”

He tosses down the mic before picking up his trophy and flag and heading to the back as “Badass” hits back up in the speakers.

Justin Case vs JT Whiplash

The match started off fairly even, but JT’s age just got to him, along with probably a lot of ring rust and he was just unable to out wrestle Justin Case. However, even with his inability to actually out wrestle Justin, JT was able to get a lot of offense in and kept Justin on the ropes just as much as Justin had him on the ropes. Near the end of the match JT went for the Rebel Yell, but unfortunately for him and fortunately for Justin Case, Bubba J jumped from the crowd and nailed him in the back with a lead pipe sending him crashing down. Case looked at Bubba J before making the cover and getting the win; not that he needed any help, but he got it anyways. After the match Bubba J stepped into the ring to clarify his actions to Justin Case by delivering a Trailer Park Trash before spitting on JT Whiplash and walking out of the ring.

-Rebel Pro World Title-

Lisa Seldon(C) vs Hostile

At the sound of the bell Lisa charges forward and blasts Hostile with a Yakuza Kick that puts him off balance. Hostile answers back by cutting through her with a chop and then winds up a right hand that Lisa manages to duck under. Lisa then rips a kick inside his leg and then another in his ribs before leaping up and cracking him in the back of his head with an Enzugiri that takes him to the floor.

Hostile sits up and Lisa leaps forward, smashing him in the chest with a kick that rips the wind right out of him. She then fires off a second and buries it deep, but Hostile takes it and hangs on to her leg. Hostile then pushes himself off the mat and drops Lisa with a Dragon Screw, sending her across the ring. Lisa then rolls through and scrambles to her feet while Hostile jumps back to his. Hostile then throws out a Clothesline but gets turned away when Lisa throws up a foot and smashes him in the shoulder.

Hostile then spins away and follows up by driving an elbow into her gut that doubles Lisa over. Hostile then hits the ropes and fires back, only for Lisa to leap back up and throw a kick at his head. Hostile catches it over arm though and then twists, slamming her into the mat and then hanging on for the pin.

1

2

Lisa kicks out and Hostile grumbles to himself before pulling her off the mat. He then pushes Lisa back into the nearest corner and fires off a series of forearms to soften her up. Hostile then takes off toward the opposite corner but Lisa runs after him, leaps up and drives both knees into his chest as he turns. Lisa then takes off for the opposite corner herself and this time Hostile charges after her, throws up a leg and rips through her face with a huge running Boot.

Linzi Martin: Greetings from New Jersey!

Larry Gordon: What a shot!

Lisa droops forward and Hostile catches her in a Front Facelock. He then lifts her up, drapes her legs over the ropes and then snaps back, driving her into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Garden State DDT!

Larry Gordon: Hostile going after the head of Lisa.

Hostile flips Lisa to her back and hooks a leg.

1

2

Lisa kicks at two again and Hostile leans back onto his knees and drops a breath. Hostile then pulls Lisa to her feet and drops her straight back down with a slam. He then makes his way to the top and turns, just in time to eat a kick between the eyes. Lisa then mounts the ropes in front of him but Hostile is able to shake off the blow and then push her back to the floor. Lisa drops to the mat and Hostile pushes himself up to the top-rope and then leaps, only for Lisa to leap back to her feet, snatch him out of midair and then drive him face first into the canvas with a Sitout Facebuster.

Linzi Martin: X-Factor from Lisa!

Larry Gordon: Hostile eats a bunch of Rebel Pro canvas!

Hostile’s face bounces off the mat and Lisa rolls him into a pin.

1

2

This time Hostile kicks out at two and Lisa pulls him to his feet, only for Hostile to catch her arm and drag her down with him.

Larry Gordon: He catches herh with the Demon’s Dream!

Hostile wraps up her arm and drags her down with Lisa fighting it all the way. The fans jump to their feet, cheering them both on as Hostile jams an elbow into her shoulder, only for Lisa to roll through onto her back. Hostile tries to stop her but Lisa throws up a foot and catches him in the top of the head. Hostile then staggers back and Lisa quickly scrambles up and takes him out at the legs with a Dropkick, bringing him back to the canvas.

Hostile pops up his head and Lisa tries to rip it off, but misses when Hostile ducks out of shot. Hostile then leaps back up and blasts her in the back with a forearm, sending her across the floor. Hostile then chases after her and throws a huge Lariat at the back of her head, only for Lisa to duck and send him running right past her. Hostile then turns and walks right into a Roundhouse Kick that rips through the side of his head.

Larry Gordon: Lisa with the kick! And he’s dead on his feet!

Linzi Martin: Neither person holding anything back here.

Hostile’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he sways back and forth. He then falls forward, right into Lisa’s hands as she rolls him up.

Larry Gordon: She goes right into the Small Package!

1

2

3!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Lisa Seldon!

Larry Gordon: And another one bites the dust.

Linzi Martin: Hostile gave it a good go, but you really have to start wondering if anyone can beat Lisa Seldon.

Larry Gordon: I’ve been wondering that since she first won the title, nearly a year ago.

Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” begins to play loudly as Lisa stands up to her feet, with both the Rebel Pro and AOWF World Championships held high over her head. The camera flashes with the next show date of January 23, 2012 live at the Kingdome in Seattle, Washington for “Winter Blast”.

But something else fades even from

Quick Results

Virgil Keenan defeated Jamie Flynn
Justin Case defeated JT Whiplash
Lisa Seldon defeated Hostile