Aggression 10-08-2010

Darkness surrounds us, we hear the rustling of tree leaves, combined with the solid steps on a dirt road. This continues for a few moments, as we see an eerie shot of an old door. We pan to the sky, a storm is coming. The door is slowly opened and in this room we see things that are usually in a little girl’s room. Barbie dolls and My Little Pony figurines are in a toy chest filled to the brim. Of course, there’s a lot of pink in this room, butterfly designs on the wall. Sitting on the bed in a red summer dress is a little girl, no older than 3, looking up at whoever is in this room.

“Daddy, can I sit by you on the plane?”

BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots are heard, as we get a close up of the face of Fallen Angel, his eyes closed, his teeth grit, pain etched across his face, even a small tear comes streaming down. The room is now empty, as back track out of the room, finding ourselves back outside, looking up at the storm clouds moving in. The hollow voice of Fallen Angel speaks.

“When I was young, the world was a peaceful place, or at least, it was peaceful within my own little world. Then they took them, all of them, mother, father, dearest Tina. I forged on. I became dark, twisted, hunting down killers, doing it all in the name of some kind of justice known only to me. I was jailed. I was institutionalized. I won back my sanity. I inflicted fear and released my inner torment in the ring for over a decade, but the monster, it will not sleep. This hellacious beast is still out for blood, the breaking of bones, the maiming of foolish dreams.”

“It is still out for redemption and revenge.”

We pan down to the pale face of Fallen Angel, clad in a dark crimson trenchcoat, holding his traditional black sceptre cane.

“Rebel Pro, I continue to search for peace, and I believe I will find peace in you. Oh yes I will. For I will find peace by destroying each and every one of you. This is no gimmick. This is no joke. For a long time I have known by many names, most notably The Epitome Of Evil, and it has been a fitting moniker for that time. Now as I go closer to my 40th year on this God forsaken planet, all you need to remember is that I am a demented soul, I cling tight to memories of those I loved. I love my wife, I love my only son, but till me, when will they be taken from me? When will this land, this house, this career, be taken from me? Because my mind..hahaha..as you can see..is already gone.”

“Rebel Pro this is no longer a game..I cannot hold back the hounds of hell..for they are no longer tame!!”

Fallen Angel tilts his head back in sick, sadistic laughter, as we fade to a black screen with red gothic text..

FALLEN ANGEL..COMING TONIGHT!

Aggression
Mathis City Auditorium

Valdosta, Ga

October 8, 2010

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Akuma being led from the backstage to the ring by a dog collar, Jester laughing but the sound muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The duo step into the ring and the shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs!

“You got some attitude”

UP! AND! DOWN!

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

BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

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

AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick holding up the Carolinas belt before the belt dissolves into the current Rebel Pro Aggression title.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Grandpa Gary delivering the Sixty Year Old Stunner onto Moke Doshky.

“Attitude, attitude”

Another transition to Grandpa Gary holding the Aggression title.

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

GRANDPA GARY: BACON!

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

Dr. Tittylover picks Maverick up…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mothership Connection!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Venar stands at the top of the ladder, looking down with both Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts in hand, he drops one down to Johnny Maverick.

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

JENNY JERSEY: Juggernauts, Bitch!

“You got some attitude”

Casino walking down a hallway, wrestling bag slung over his shoulder and a very confident look on his face. As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marcus Marion comes into focus as he jumps up and delivers the Revolutionary Thrill to “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

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

Marcus stands up, holding the World Title over his shoulder, Nicole Rhodes beside him and both looking smug and confident enough for the entire roster.

“You got some attitude”

Akuma has Justin Case up.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Facebuster into the case of beer bottles! Case counters with a facebuster to Akuma into the glass bottles!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Mother what a counter!

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

We fade back into the arena after that opening video and subsequent brief commercial break.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to ringside for –

LISA SELDON: For me! PWA General Manager Lisa Seldon, stepping in as special commentator in place of the other guy I told to get the fuck out.

ROB MARTINEZ: For one match only and then she’s going away, ideally forever, and taking anything to do with the PWA with her.

LISA SELDON: Oh man that’s harsh, and after I came all the way to Georgia to… I don’t know; say sorry or something for having all your shit trashed.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whatever, let’s just get this match over with.

Johnny Maverick gets within inches of the ring before Reaver comes streaking through the ropes with a Tope Con-Hilo, sending both men spilling back down the isle way.

LISA SELDON: Guess he doesn’t want anything to do with the shitty ring either.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, thanks for that by the way.

LISA SELDON: What, I didn’t do it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not directly, but you should keep your guys on a shorter leash.

LISA SELDON: Well yeah, probably.

Reaver jumps to his feet first and is immediately tackled into the rail. Johnny holds on as Reaver drops a Sledgehammer shot against his back. It’s not enough to phaze him though as Johnny rises up with an elbow through his chin before dropping back into a Legsweep to sit Reaver on the floor. Johnny then shatters his skull with a kick that crushes him against the rail once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick strikes first blood. So what do you want out here anyway?

LISA SELDON: Other than to show face and make a public apology?

ROB MARTINEZ: Essentially yeah.

LISA SELDON: Well, I wanna see my buddy J-Dogg tear off this Kalis kid’s face and I figured it would be a lot more fun in person.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well then it least this will be enthusiastic.

Johnny turns his attention to the ringside area and comes back with a chair, but the break gives Reaver a chance to recover, and as Johnny returns, he staggers forward, kicks up and comes around with his heel at the back of Johnny’s skull. Johnny slumps to a knee and let’s go of the chair, allowing Reaver to snatch it up and pitch it at Johnny’s head. The two meet with a sicken thud before Johnny falls forward with the chair wrapped around his neck.

LISA SELDON: And the quarterback is toast.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick looked to be running away with things, but Reaver isn’t about to let him.

Reaver drops a few kicks on Johnny before turning his attention below the ring. After a few moments of searching, Reaver pulls a table out of his way and comes up with a spool of barbedwire that has the fans screaming.

LISA SELDON: So, what, you keep stuff like that under there just in case?

ROB MARTINEZ: We like to prepare for all eventualities.

Reaver secures himself a second chair and begins to tangle it in barbedwire before hefting it up in the air for the fans approval. He then turns to catch Johnny Maverick staggering toward him and slides him under the bottom rope. Johnny then gets about as far as his knees before Reaver brings the chair down hard across his back; piercing wire through his flesh before ripping it free, taking most of his shirt and a fair amount of skin with it.

LISA SELDON: Well fuck; that was a perfectly nice shirt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Probably more worried about his back if you ask me.

LISA SELDON: I don’t know, guy really likes his tees.

Johnny does his best to crawl away but Reaver is on him with another shot that rips through him once more A third shot tears of a scalp as it catches Johnny high between his shoulderblades before getting caught in his hair. Johnny goes down and Reaver flips him over before dropping the chair down on his chest and planting his foot, grating the barbs back and forth, much to the pleasure of the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: And now Reaver is just grinding him out.

Reaver stamps the chair down and raises a hand to the crowd. He then turns to the ropes to give him a springboard which he turns over into a twisting Senton Bomb. It proves to be a mistake though as Johnny gets the chair up between his knees and hands and let’s Reaver come crashing down on top. The fans rejoice as he rolls away howling.

LISA SELDON: And Reaver fucks up big time, like that was ever going to work in the first place.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, his mantra does seem to be win at all costs.

LISA SELDON: Sure looks like a winner now.

Johnny staggers back to his feet and despite already looking a mess he manages to throw himself into a knee that catches Reaver in the chest and puts him into the corner. Johnny then goes down himself, starting to look a little worse for ware from the blood loss, but he perseveres and fights back to his feet.

LISA SELDON: He’d have been champion you know if it wasn’t for God damn Riona Langly ruining everything.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was your champion that our own Marina Blue beat, wasn’t it?

LISA SELDON: Let’s not pretend beating Langly is anything special.

With Reaver down, Johnny snatches up the barbedwire chair and begins to unwrap it. The fans start to turn until they catch sight of his plan, as Johnny begins twisting the wire around his own leg.

LISA SELDON: Johnny taking a page out of his little brother’s play book, or maybe it’s his own. I don’t know, I don’t often get to see him wrap stuff in barbedwire and beat people with it in the PWA.

ROB MARTINEZ: More full you, because this is clearly where he’s at his best.

Johnny leads Reaver out of the corner and then sticks him with a hard Roundhouse Kick. A fairly heavy looking Gi takes most of the barbs but it’s still enough to knock Reaver to his back. Johnny winces just a little but seems otherwise unphased as he lets Reaver sit up and then wings another kick at him. This one goes wide though as Reaver ducks out of the way and then rolls forward to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver back up.

LISA SELDON: Surprisingly agile for a man who may have just punctured a vital organ.

Reaver then comes back with a few rights and lefts before taking a step back to rip off an Enzugiri, Johnny gets his arms up to block the blow and put Reaver back to the mat. He does his best to get up again but comes up right into Johnny’s grasp, who takes his Gi in both hands and pulls it up over his head.

LISA SELDON: Hockey fight!

With his arms trapped and unable to see, Reaver walks right into another Roundhouse to the stomach, this one catching into flesh and ripping it right open. Reaver goes down again and does what he can to cover up, but his arms are still tied and utterly defenseless as Maverick takes a step to the side and drives a kick down across his back. It splits flesh again and leaves Reaver bleeding on all sides, but Maverick doesn’t let up and lifts him with a Front Kick that skins his chest.

LISA SELDON: If I ever learned anything from the Gracie’s, it’s never where a Gi to a fight where you don’t have to.

ROB MARTINEZ: Also don’t let your opponent wrap himself in barbedwire and kick the shit out of you.

LISA SELDON: Figured that was just a given.

Reaver finally sheds the Gi and comes up with a daring right hand, but Johnny drops low with a right hand in the gut to double him over. He then takes a step to the side, adopts a few Karate poses just for the fun of it and then let’s go with a Roundhouse Kick that tears through the back of his head.

LISA SELDON: Goodnight Seattle!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick cleaning house tonight!

Reaver goes down in a heap and Johnny rolls him for the cover.

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2

ROB MARTINEZ: And Reaver shoots up an arm at the last second.

LISA SELDON: Wonder why he bothered; unless he really likes getting raped.

ROB MARTINEZ: He promised Kalis nothing short of evisceration and he means to get the job done.

LISA SELDON: Yeah and I’m sure he’s really hurting Mav’s leg getting kicked over and over again.

Johnny seems surprised more than anything to find Reaver fighting back up, but that doesn’t stop him firing off another kick through the chest as Reaver gets to his knees. This shot puts Reaver back into the ropes and leaves him open for Maverick to drag him to his feet, catch him in the Muay-Thai Plum and hold him down into an earth shattering knee. Reaver then springs bolt up right from the blow, only to be caught with a few vicious stabs and gouges about the face and throat before Johnny turns into a Spinning Backfist that catches him on the side of the head.

LISA SELDON: Johnny busting out Krav Maga.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good thing we play fast and loose with the rules. Do you let him just go around stabbing people in the eyes.

LISA SELDON: I know I do.

Reaver looks wobbled and Johnny takes advantage by bouncing him off the ropes while he cross the ring and out to the apron on the opposite side. Johnny then pulls the wire up over his knee and waits for Reaver to stagger into position before he takes off with a Springboard to the centre of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick takes flight with the Tony Jaa.

LISA SELDON: With out one guy being on fire and the other riding a Motorcycle, this move seems pointless to me.

Johnny Maverick kicks up a knee but Reaver has the wherewithal to fall back; catching Johnny’s leg and dragging him down to as he impales him to the mat. Johnny’s face pales as he comes down fully on one knee; piercing strands of barbedwire ripping through it for good measure.

LISA SELDON: Oow!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the kind of move that’ll mess

up a career real quick.

Johnny tries to test his balance but Reaver lunges at him with a Basement Dropkick that whips him back to the floor. It’s then a scramble for Reaver to find his feet and get the chair before wheeling around, leaping up and coming down with an Arabian Facebuster that splatters Johnny’s nose across the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick is suddenly in a hell of a lot of trouble but Reaver really should have went back to that leg.

LISA SELDON: I very much doubt he was aiming.

Reaver struggles to get Johnny into the corner and then drives home a shouldertrust to quieten him down. He then props open the chair in front of Johnny and sets himself up in the opposite corner to give himself some room.

ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver is clearly in command and setting up for something big, but I can’t understand why he isn’t going after the injury.

LISA SELDON: Because Johnny will fight on with one leg and probably beat him too.

Reaver then takes off running, steps up to the chair and wraps up Johnny for a Hurricanrana, but instead of flipping, he grabs Johnny around the back of the head and falls back, bring him down throat first across the backrest of the chair like a Guillotine.

LISA SELDON: Johnny Maverick just got murderised.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the kinda move that’s going to cause him serious problems in this match… possibly life in general.

The fans recoil in disgust as Maverick rolls away struggling for breath before Reaver jumps on him for the cover.

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2

ROB MARTINEZ: And Johnny surges back to life!

Reaver comes down on Johnny with a few right hands as he tries to get away before dropping back into the ropes to recover. Reaver looks a state at this point, bleeding from punctures all across his back and head, while all of his chest that remains is a patchwork of flesh and blood. Meanwhile, Johnny doesn’t look much better, with gashes up and down his back and chest, while what’s left of his face hides behind a mask of gore. Still the fans cheer them on though, and it’s Reaver who moves first, retiring to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like barbedwire wasn’t enough, and now he wants something else.

LISA SELDON: I hope its fire.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think we can afford to lose another ring at this point.

LISA SELDON: If the place goes up I’ll buy you a new one.

ROB MARTINEZ: You should be buying us a new one anyway.

Reaver starts off by dragging the discarded table from earlier to the ring. The fans show their appreciation, but Reaver isn’t done in his search, and after a few moments searching he comes up with something in hand. The crowd nearby explodes.

LISA SELDON: He’s got lighter-fluid! And matches! There’s totally going to be fire!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re never going to get insured in this country again.

Reaver staggers back to the ring and drops a few kicks to Maverick for safe keeping before turning his attention to the table. He then props it up centre stage and dumps Maverick on top… and then picks up the lighterfluid and matches once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s – he’s going to set him on fire!?

LISA SELDON: This is exactly how we lost Bubba J in the PWA at the hands of Kalis. Like teacher like student I guess.

Reaver holds the lighterfluid up for all to see before stalking over to Maverick with the bottle in hand. He gets to close though, and Maverick comes alive long enough to kick it out of his hand. He then knocks Reaver away and rolls from the table to the mat where he uses the ropes to steady himself. The two throw right hands that each get blocked, but Johnny manages to come out the winner on this exchange with a Headbutt between the eyes that knocks Reaver away. The lighterfluid then finds its way to Maverick.

LISA SELDON: The tables have turned! And by tables, I of course mean fire.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is this; you got a fire fetish or something?

LISA SELDON: I think I might.

Johnny takes the lighterfluid in his left and then drenches his right hand without giving it a second thought. The fans are in an uproar but Johnny goes one better, cracking a match and letting his hand go up in a ball of flame.

ROB MARTINEZ: My God.

LISA SELDON: Fucking fuck yeah J-Man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Most people use tape, but he just lit-up his hand!

Johnny fans the flames before taking a run at Reaver, catching him on the turn running through him with a horrendous flaming Palm-Strike.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Oh Fuck My Face!

LISA SELDON: I believe it would actually be the Oh Fuck My Face Is Burning.

Johnny runs through Reaver, who’s mask initially goes up in a blaze. Luckily for him Johnny pounces for the cover, and the flames die when the two collide on the mat.

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2

ROB MARTINEZ: Rever kicks out again!?

LISA SELDON: Fuck me. Kid just needs to learn to die already.

Reaver scrambles across the floor, his mask black and in tatters, but he survives for now as Johnny falls into a Dropkick to drive him to the ropes. He then turns with the lighterfluid and sets the table up in flames for good measure.

LISA SELDON: Exactly what we needed. More fire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well if you like seeing things get destroyed, you should have been here last week.

LISA SELDON: What’s it going to take to get you to let that go?

ROB MARTINEZ: Buying us a new ring, putting the Phoenix in it and then burning it to the ground.

LISA SELDON: Now who is obsessed?

Johnny Maverick drags whatever is left of Reaver to the corner near the table. He then drapes him over his shoulders and begins to ascend the ropes facing into the ring. The fans rise with every step, but Reaver proves to have a little fight left in him as he begins sinking elbows into the side of his head until he loosens his grip. Johnny finally lets go and Reaver drops to his feet on the apron before leaping up with an Enzugiri to the back of Johnny’s head to leave him seated on the top buckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick is in trouble, and it looks like it’s about to get worse.

Reaver takes a deep breath as he takes up the reigns. He then exhales as he shoots himself onto the top-rope, twists and then catches Maverick with a stunning Hurricanrana before pulling back and annihilating Johnny, sending him crashing down in a heap of burning wreckage. The referee is already on hand with a fire extinguisher and douses the flames before they get out of control, but the damage is done.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny is out! He’s done!

LISA SELDON: And the fans are… really happy about it apparently.

ROB MARTINEZ: They love a good bloodbash and they’re certainly getting one tonight.

Reaver manages to land on his feet, but he only for a few seconds before he falls back into the ring and clutches onto a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ROB MARTINEZ: And this match is over!

LISA SELDON: So do your guys just explode and maim each other all day?

ROB MARTINEZ: Pretty much. Can’t yours?

LISA SELDON: Ugh, no, I have to deal with censors. Every time someone pricks finger I get an FCC warning.

ROB MARTINEZ: So what happens when Kalis starts shooting at people?

LISA SELDON: Police take him out back and go Rodney King on him.

“Duel of the Fates” by John Williams kicks up again as the referee separates the men from the wreckage. Reaver struggles to the ropes with what little strength he has left while the referee helps Johnny from the ring.

LISA SELDON: Well guy, this has been fun, and I hope one day I get to come back and watch more stuff blown up, but for now I’ve got some stuff to attend to.

ROB MARTINEZ: What, like going to Larry Gorden to apologise for the actions of your guys on our shows and then beg him not to sue you?

LISA SELDON: Pfft.

Lisa climbs over the announce desk, apparently too lazy to go around the old fashioned way, and slides into the ring. She doesn’t waste time in getting a hold of the chair, looking over Reaver with a smile and then reeling off a homerun swing that smashes him across the side of the face.

ROB MARTINEZ: God damn PWA guys always fucking around on our shows.

The referee dives to intervene but Lisa shrugs him off and then plants Reaver with another blow to flatten him out before tossing the chair aside. She then draws the remains of Reaver up to his knees and gives him a smile before touching to two fingers to her lips and placing them against his forehead, in a sort of farewell gesture, before she rips off a vile Roundhouse Kick from the left that splits a crack down the side of his skull. Reaver goes down in a heap, pooling in his own blood just a little more.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Lisa Seldon adds to the body count tonight as she drills Reaver with a vicious Buzzsaw Kick upside the head. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m guessing that’s the end of these two competitors for the night.

Lisa Seldon dusts herself off and then slips out of the ring before anyone on security can stop her. She then bounces out of the set like it was nothing at all. The fans are, well, confused, as we jump back to the commentary position.

COREY TAYLOR: Fucking PWA. First they wreck our belt and our set and now they’re stealing our commentary jobs and giving our guys brain hemorrhages, when they were already perfectly capable of doing that themselves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, to be fair, I don’t think this had anything to do with getting one over Rebel Pro, and more to do with some issue over in their company that I don’t give a damn about.

~Commercial~

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, this next match, I’m not quite sure how to segway this one.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because this match is a joke, that’s why! It’s an insult to anyone who puts on a pair of wrestling boots and fine tunes themselves into a wrestling technician.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I wouldn’t go that far Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Well that’s because you’re like all these hee haws around here who find enjoyment in watching an old man eat bacon and try to compete with guys 40 years younger than him, or even more! This is an outrage!

ROB MARTINEZ: Calm down, calm down. Folks, we have Grandpa Gary, a fan favorite in every sense of the word, going up against one of the smuggest sons of-

COREY TAYLOR: Hey now, now who needs calm down? Chris Casino is wrestling personified, just because he doesn’t kiss the asses of these inbred fans doesn’t mean he’s any less of the skilled professional he tells us he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Skilled no doubt, but professional? That I highly doubt Corey. Let’s send it down to Jenny Jersey!

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..

“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana fills the arena, as the fans instantly recognize the music and begin booing Casino before he even emerges. After a moment, Casino emerges, and to the shock of everyone, but not to Casino himself, there is a small cheering section developing for a man who is somewhat based out of Georgia.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220lbs, he is CHRIS CASINO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.

COREY TAYLOR: Wow, you’re good Rob. Of course he’s not. Like I said, this is an outrage that a man of Casino’s caliber is competing with a walking corpse like Grandpa Gary.

Casino looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here, even shaking his head in disgust at the poor excuse for a ring in front of him. He enters the ring and with a sly grin towards the crowd, awaits his opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent..

“House Of The Rising Sun” by The Animals starts up as the fans in attendance rise to their feet in excitement and praise for this retired cop from Minnesota.

COREY TAYLOR: Good God, are these people nuts? They’re responding like Ric Flair or Terry Funk entered the arena! It’s just an over the hill nobody people! Simmer down!

ROB MARTINEZ: You don’t get it, do you Corey? These people love Grandpa Gary because he is a retired cop, he spent most of his life defending the people of his hometown, and in that they have embraced him as one of their own.

COREY TAYLOR: Wow Rob, that’s deep. You sure its not how they both love bacon on, well everything?

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing at an undisclosed weight, from Duluth, Minnesota, he is GRANDPA GARY!!

The fans are going ballistic as a loud “GRANDPA GARY!” chant erupts, Chris Casino gritting his teeth in annoyance. Gary begins making his way around the ring, but before he can enter he’s hit with a sharp right shot from behind by Casino!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on! No respect from Casino, none at all!

COREY TAYLOR: Way I see it, this company doesn’t respect Casino, why should he respect anyone?

Grandpa is down on his knees as Casino backs up and runs, punting Grandpa right in the face. Grandpa is on his back, blood beginning to pour out of his head from the kick, his eyes seemingly glazed over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god, no! Somebody has to stop this, Grandpa Gary doesn’t know where he is!

COREY TAYLOR: As compared to times when he does? Ha! He looks as glazed over as the donuts he used to eat!

Casino begins stomping away at Grandpa, the crowd incited by these actions, and Casino is just getting started. He grabs the old man by the hair and begins slamming him headfirst into the corner post. Over..and over..and over again, the ring post splattered with the blood of the retired Minnesota beat cop. Casino swipes some blood from the ring post and looks down at it with disgust, wiping it on his tights. Grandpa is staggering around ringside, his face a complete bloody mess.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, this is enough!

COREY TAYLOR: See ya in the obituaries ya old fart!

Casino grabs Grandpa and whips him hard into the stool nearby, Grandpa in a heap by the aisle. You can hear children literally crying over the treatment Casino is giving his revered opponent. Casino stops and laughs, pumping his fists in the air, as a full cup of beer splatters onto his chest. As Casino turns, a glass beer bottle nearly misses connecting with his skull. Casino goes to bring Grandpa to his feet and is met with a claw to the face by the old man, the crowd sparking to the aid of Grandpa Gary!

COREY TAYLOR: Who does this idiot think he is, Kerry Von Erich?

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe he does, who cares? All that matters is there’s still fight left in this man!

Grandpa backs Casino up, letting go, then firing off chops, one after the other, making Casino’s chest red with impact. As Grandpa goes in for the kill, Casino suddenly pulls a super kick out of nowhere, sending Grandpa back down in a heap.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God what a super kick by Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: That stupid claw and those chops just pissed Chris off, and that’s the result!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why is Casino doing this? STOP IT GODDAMN IT! STOP IT!

COREY TAYLOR: Take a chill pill Martinez. It’s all there as clear as crystal, Chris Casino is proving to all those idiots on staff that he deserves a title shot, and he’s doing it at this old fossil’s expense!

ROB MARTINEZ: But Gary never did a damn thing to Casino, not a damn thing!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, but he did. He was signed on the dotted line here in Rebel. He showed up. I told you Martinez, this man competing in Rebel is an insult to all the younger, more talented wrestlers like Casino, and this is his middle finger to Gary, to Larry Gordon, to you, and to every other moron who believes a 60 year old man belongs in the same ring with a wrestling machine like Chris Casino.

Casino slides a lifeless Grandpa Gary into the ring. He brings the old man to his feet, facing him towards the crowd. With one last smug look at the crowd, Casino drops Grandpa with Bankrupt Version 2.0, slamming Gary’s head hard into the mat. Casino rolls over the old man and gives a half hearted pin attempt, yelling at a disgusted Jimmy Johnson.

CASINO: Count it, Gear Box!

Johnson goes for the pin, slamming one hand down..then a second..he holds the final count high in the air, shaking his head, before slamming it down a final time.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this bout..Chris..Casino!

Casino thrusts his arms high in the air, as everyone from Jimmy Johnson, to Rob Martinez, who comes from his announce position, to Jenny Jersey herself, check on the seemingly lifeless Grandpa Gary.

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the building and from the back to a huge reaction is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions.

JACOB: Casino…

Jacob is shaking his head.

JACOB(Indicating Gary) Nice to know that you can beat up on old men, but… how about someone nearer to your own age?

Jacob indicates himself.

Casino grabs a mic from Jenny Jersey.

CASINO: I think I did that well enough last week Venar, when you find some talent… come back and talk.

Casino shoves the mic into Jenny’s hand and exits the ring.

JACOB: Well, if you are going to run away…

Jacob leaps catching Casino with a front kick right to his face.

JACOB: I’ll just have to stop you.

The crowd roars as they help Grandpa Gary to the back past these two men exchanging blows back and forth. Venar with a roundhouse punch rocks Casino back into the railing, but Casino fires back with a right of his own. Venar is holding his own, tripping Casino up with a drop toe hold right into the step ladder serving as the ring steps. Jacob whips Casino into the ringpost where he first caused Gary to bleed earlier in the match.

JACOB:(to the crowd with a handfull of Casino’s hair) HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Casino fires a right into Venar’s ribs, but a quick elbow on his neck stops any more moves for the mean time. Venar with a Falcon Punch sends Casino down.

JACOB:(again to the crowd) You want tables!

Of course they do, and he obliges with a table from under the ring and sets it up. Jacob with a scoop slam onto the table before he climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Venar looking for a SMW!

COREY TAYLOR: What does he think he is proving? Attacking a man after such a grueling match.

Venar runs, springing up to the top turnbuckle with a SMW!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

Venar rolls up to his feet, dusts off his hands, and with one last look at Casino’s body… walks away smiling.

~Commercial~

COREY TAYLOR: You know it’s been a week since the attack on REBEL from Phoenix and his group, you’d think we’d have a new ring by now. Look at that thing, it’s older than that suit you’re wearing Rob! Gray ring ropes, smudges on the canvas and turnbuckle pads that look like they were attacked by George The Animal Steel!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I understand we’ll have a new ring next week and don’t talk about my suits. At least I still don’t live at home with my mother.

We cut to the afore mentioned ring and see the ever lovely Jenny Jersey standing in the Fugly and slightly dirty wrestling ring.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Aggression Championship!!!

“Slip It In” by Black Flag hits and so do the wolf whistles!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, she hails from North Hollywood, CA and weighs in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!!

Marina saunters out to a big pop from the raucous REBEL crowd! No doubt many of whom have seen her past feature films.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, he is the reigning REBEL Aggression Champion…..

“It ain’t cocky mother fucker if you can back it up!” blasts though the PA and the building seems to shake!

JENNY JERSEY: hailing from Paducah, Kentucky and now fighting out of Durham, NC, he weighs in at 230 pounds…”The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!

Kurtis steps out from the back to a huge pop and plays up to his fans as he makes his way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis wasting no time in defending his newly won Aggression Title!

COREY TAYLOR: I bet he loses it tonight! God I hate Chad.

Kurtis enters the ring, hands the title belt off to a departing Jenny Jersey and smiles at Marina Blue. Referee Alan Stone checks each wrestler and calls for the bell!

The two cautiously circle each other. A swift side kick from Blue catches Kurtis in the thigh. Another UFC style kick to the thigh and Kurtis winces. They tie up in the center of the ring. Side headlock from Kurtis. Standing switch to a reverse hammerlock by ‘The Show.’ Blue backs Kurtis against the ropes and we get a clean break. Another collar and elbow tie up. Blue with the side headlock. Kurtis backs her into the ropes and shoots her off. Kurtis drops down and Blue leaps over him and gets caught with a Japanese arm drag on the rebound from the opposite ropes. Blue quickly to her feet. Blue rushes into a high hip toss! The challenger rolls out of the ring as Kurtis smiles.

ROB MARTINEZ: A little feeling out going on here.

COREY TAYLOR: I bet Chad wants a ‘feeling out’ with Marina!

Blue back into the ring and the two tie up. Side headlock from Blue. Kurtis drives a pair of forearm shots into the ribs of Blue but she keeps her grip. Kurtis hooks her and takes her up and over with a side suplex! Amazingly Blue retains her grip and even manages to roll over to a seated position! Kurtis fights his way to his feet and Blue quickly snapmares him to the mat. Kurtis up quickly! Low dropkick to the knee of Kurtis! The Champion drops to one knee to takes a shinning wizard from the challenger! Blue attempts a pin but Kurtis kicks out at one. Blue pulls Kurtis to his feet and shots him to the far corner. She follows him in and gets dropped by a Bluegrass Breeze! Kurtis grabs Blue and pulls her into position for his ‘CK Finale!’ leg trip by Blue and she floats over into a pin attempt! Referee Alan Stone makes a count of two before Kurtis bridges up with Blue! Kurtis spins around and takes Blue to the mat with a backslide pin attempt. Blue kicks out at two!

COREY TAYLOR: This is boring. Someone brake out a weed whacker!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re hopeless.

Kurtis is up first but takes a shoulder block to his already targeted knee! Kurtis drops to a kneeling position and Blue hits the ropes. Blue snaps off a hurricanrana that effectively DDTs Kurtis into the mat! Blue rolls to the outside as the champ rolls over onto his back holding his head. Springboard legdrop from the sultry ex porn star! She hooks the leg but Chad gets a shoulder up at two! Marina pulls Chad to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Chad executes a springboard moonsault onto a surprised Blue and it’s quickly followed up by a reverse DDT! Chad hesitates a moment before going for the cover as he rubs some feeling into his knee. Blue gets a foot on the bottom rope at the two count. Kurtis starts to pull Blue to her feet and takes a stiff slap across the face! A ‘You got bitch slapped!’ chant erupts as Blue connects with another stiff open handed slap across the face followed up by a spinning back fist that stuns ‘The Show.’ Blue hits the ropes but gets dropped by a dropkick from Kurtis! Kurtis pulls Blue to her feet and hoists her up onto the top turnbuckle. Kurtis springboards himself to the top rope. Hurricanrana off the top! Blue lands in the center of the ring and Kurtis quickly goes to the corner!

BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!

MISSES!!

Blue rolls out of the way at the last second and Kurtis eats canvas!

COREY TAYLOR: HAHA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you take you clonezapam this morning?

COREY TAYLOR: Hell no, I don’t have insurance and I can’t afford it! I’m goin’ cold turkey! Wooooo!!

Blue has rolled to the ring apron and pulled herself to her feet. Inside the ring Kurtis is getting up and never sees Blue coming. Springboard Ace Cutter! Blue reaches back and hooks a leg! Kurtis kicks out at two and Blue argues with Stone! Blue gets to her feet and reaches down to pull Kurtis up. Kurtis hooks her and rolls her over into a cradle pin! Blue escapes at two! Blue is up quickly and puts the boots to Kurtis as he tries to rise. Kurtis shoves her away and nails an inverted atomic drop onto her as she bounces off the ropes. A scoop and a slam puts her flat on the mat. Standing shooting star press! Kurtis pulls her up and once again plops her onto the top turnbuckle. Kurtis climbs up, pulls Blue to her feet and both athletes as standing precariously on the top rope! Kurtis tries to hook her for a Superplex but the challenger rakes the eyes! A shove from Blue sends Kurtis landing crotch first onto the top rope! A groan from the men in the crowd is quickly followed by a ‘Wow’ as Blue leaps off the top turnbuckle, locks her legs around the head off Kurtis and snaps off a modified hurricanrana! Blue again with the cover! Kurtis gets a shoulder up at two!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of them are trying to out do the other in this ariel war!

Blue pulls Kurtis up and places him across the second rope. She calls for it and hits her ’6969′ (619) move! Kurtis stumbles back into the ring on rubber legs as Blue rolls to the outside and gets to her feet. A springboard seated senton from Blue! It’s counted into a sit out powerbomb from Kurtis! A two count from Referee Alan Stone! Kurtis pulls Blue to her feet. Corkscrew brain buster! Chad is quickly back up and it’s

THE
BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!

Kurtis hooks the leg and gets a 2 & 9/10ths!!!!

The crowd let out a collective groan as they were sure that was it! Kurtis gets to his feet and drags up a defenseless looking Blue. Jawbreaker from Blue! Blue quickly hooks the head of Chad and runs towards the ropes nailing a Sliced Bread #2! Instead of going for a cover she positions Kurtis closer to the corner. Split legged moonsault! This time she goes for the kill only to have Kurtis kick out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue almost became the Aggression Champion! She’s come to win this match or else!

Blue pulls Chad up and shoots him to the far corner. It’s countered by Chad and it’s Blue who slams back first onto the corner! Chad follows in behind her with a clothesline! Blue staggers out of the corner but she’s scooped up and placed into the tree of woe by Kurtis. Kurtis hits the ropes. Hesitation dropkick! Blue tumbles from her perch and lands in a heap. Kurtis positions her to where she’s seated in the corner and walks to the far side of the ring. The crowd come to their feet and Kurtis springboards himself to the top rope and goes coast to coast with a flying dropkick! Blues eyes look glazed over as Chad pulls her out of the corner. In the center of the ring he signals that it’s over and lifts Marina up for CK Finale…

MARINA COUNTERS!

She flips Chad back and over, sitting down on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a counter!

COREY TAYLOR: Lucky bastard!

Marina grabs the flayling legs of Chad, leaning forward to gain leverage.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue would NOT be denied!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEW REBEL Aggression Champion…..Marina Blue!!!

Marina is handed the belt and helped to her feet by Alan Stone. Chad is helped up to his feet by Marina and they look at each other; they knew this match would be a fight.
ROB MARTINEZ: Marina wanted it just a bit more tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: Whatever. He beat up an old man and a chick. Some champ he was.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re walking home buddy.

Both go to roll out of the ring and celebratewith their fans but…

You will remember this moment as you dig into me
and from your smile now it seems as if you liked it
You had better cherish this moment as you dig into me
You’ll never get another chance at this

The crowd goes nuts, whether they’re cheering, booing or both it’s hard to tell but the fans definatly show that they remember this man as The Freak runs out to the ring from behind the curtain. Marina and Chad look up to see The Freak running down to the ring.

Rob Martinez: Oh my god he’s back! The Freak is back!

Corey Taylor: And it looks as though he wants his Aggression Title back.

The Freak slides into the ring and stands face to face with the current Aggression Champ. The Freak grabs the title belt from Marina’s hands and holds it up as he brings a mic to his lips.

The Freak: This right here; this aggression title is mine. I won it in my last match here in REBEL Pro. Nobody beat me for this…

The Current champ looks as though she’s about to say something but The Freak cuts her off.

The Freak: Shut up, I’m not done talking yet and I’ve waited far to long for this moment. Now before you get your panties in a bunch, (he looks to Marina and smirks) Well I doubt your actually wearing any but that‘s not really here nor there I didn’t come out to steal this from you. [Holds up the Belt once more] No, I plan on kicking your cheap imatation ass and watching your “Title Run” vanish in a Moment of Sin. I want you to take the next week or so and contumplate your future. I want you to know that I will be taking what was stolen from me. And there’s not a god damn thing you can do about it.

The Freak drops the belt on the ground and turns to leave the ring. The champ goes to pick up the belt, not taking her eyes off the returning Freak… Any Given Moment from The Freak out of nowhere!

The Champ is out!

The Freak looks to Chad Kurtis…

ANOTHER ANY GIVEN MOMENT…

Chad is out!

The Freak slowly leaves the ring as Disturbed’s “this Moment” blares over the P.A. system.

~Commercial~

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, I’m getting word that Mr. Gordon will be coming down to ringside to address what happened last week.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers of the Mathis City Auditorium in Valdosta and the fans, yes fans, are up on their feet. An irate Larry Gordon stares into the ring as he makes his way down to a ring he must have borrowed from a friend to put on this show. The ropes are a dull gray, the canvas is a bit dingy, and the steps are actually a stepping stool that will allow someone to get up onto the apron. Gordon manages to get into the ring and is handed a microphone from the still lovely Jenny Jersey.

GORDON: Phoenix!

The fans boo at the mention of the man’s name, they know he has disgraced Rebel Pro.

GORDON: Get your ass out here!

Gordon waits as the fans hush in anticipation, waiting on the entrance of The Phoenix.

GORDON: You think…

He pulls out a piece of paper, resembling a check, is spotted with blood.

GORDON: This will pay for all of the damages that you’ve done to not only my ring, Rebel’s ring, but to the fans’ ring?!

Gordon shakes his head.

GORDON: You destroyed the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title, something with more prestige than you’ve got in your little finger. Sure you’ve won many titles in PWA, but tell me something Phoenix… how many times has that federation closed to be open again?

The fans cheer, they love Rebel Pro and are proud of its history.

GORDON: How many times has Rebel Pro closed Phoenix? Answer?! NONE!

Gordon is getting highly animated in the ring, almost a Dusty Rhodes mix with Ric Flair animation.

GORDON: If you don’t get your ass…

“Final Countdown” hits up in the speakers and the crowd immediately and uproariously begin to boo. The Phoenix comes out, dressed in his usual dark blue suit, without a mask but carrying a briefcase. He’s surrounded by several large men wearing black cargo pants and tight black t-shirts with the word “SECURITY” in white letters on the back. The men make the short walk to the ring slowly, the Phoenix clearly enjoying the hatred of the Rebel Pro fans. Two of the security crew hold the ring ropes open for the Phoenix as he enters the ring.

PHOENIX: Is that all you’ve got, Gordon? I’ve spent the last several weeks terrorizing your employees, I ruined Rebel Pro’s allegedly good name, I destroyed your set, demolished your ring, incapacitated your champion, and chopped that oversized belt buckle you call a title belt in half and that’s all you’ve got to say about it?

PHOENIX: Let’s get something straight, pal. You want to compare our achievements outside the ring? Which one of us has created a wrestling company from nothing and made it into the biggest promotion in the world? Just me. And so what if it went on hiatus a few times? That wasn’t my doing. By that point I’d proven myself, cashed out my stock options and was living the good life down in Florida. So if Mack Moran and the Sommers boys can’t run a company, don’t pin that on me.

PHOENIX: But let’s get to the real heart of the matter. This wasn’t some random attack, I didn’t just pull Rebel Pro’s name out of a hat…YOU brought me here, Gordon.

GORDON: What the hell are you talking about?

PHOENIX: You’re the one that called me a year ago and begged me to lend some star power in your Best of the Best tournament. A tournament that I won, by the way. If it wasn’t for you giving me the moon and the stars just to show my face here for a couple of weeks, Rebel Pro never would have entered my radar. But you did and it did and once I got here, what I saw, it made me sick. And as time passed, my disgust just grew until I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t put this sorry excuse for a company out of its misery.

PHOENIX: Now, I can understand that you’re pissed at me. No one likes feeling like a loser. Some people might think you’d be used to it by now, but every fresh disappointment stings, doesn’t it, Larry? I’m sure you thought about suing me, but considering I was the promoter in Orlando and I paid for all the damages… There should be enough left over from that check to buy Marion a band-aid for the staple wound… everything I did is perfectly legal and above the boards. I suppose that should teach you a little something about reading contracts before you sign them, buddy boy.

GORDON: If you think this check gets you off the hook…

Phoenix (interupting): Shut your damn mouth, Larry. I’ve been nice enough to let you stand in the same…

Phoenix looks around with disgust evident on his face before facing Gordon again.

PHOENIX: You call this a ring? (he shrugs before continuing) ring as me, but I’m done listening to you run your mouth.

Gordon (interupting): Just a minute you son of a bitch. You think you can come into MY ring and do whatever you want…

Phoenix (interupting): You don’t have the first clue what I want, Gordon.

GORDON: Is that a fact? Well let me tell you what I want. I want to kick the ever loving shit out of you. There’s not a Rebel Pro fan or employee that wouldn’t sell their grandmother for that privilege, but I’m pretty tempted to do it myself right now.

PHOENIX: Oh, I’d love to see you try, fat man.

Gordon takes a step forward and Phoenix holds up his hand.

PHOENIX: Whoa, slow down hoss. Before you force me to make your wife a widow, how about I tell you what I want?

GORDON: I don’t give a damn about what you want.

PHOENIX: Oh, but I think you might.

The Phoenix hands the briefcase to one of his thugs, flips the latches and opens it, revealing stacks of cash.

PHOENIX: You see, I want Rebel Pro.

Phoenix pulls some folded documents out of his inside jacket pocket, unfolds them and holds them up in front of Gordon’s face.

PHOENIX: Just sign these papers, Gordon. Make all of this (Phoenix motion around the arena) mine and I’ll make all of this (Phoenix points to the open briefcase) yours.

Larry looks to his hometown crowd, to the money, to the dirty very used ring, back to the crowd, to The Phoenix, and finally his sights settle on the money. A smile crosses his features as he hurriedly signs the papers and immediately trash begins to be thrown into the ring as the crowd hops the barrier! Gordon and Phoenix scamper out of the ring, making their way backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: That is brilliant! Finally some competence is going to be running this federation!

~MEGAVISION~

The scene cuts backstage where a limo’s door is waiting open, the engine running, and two men dive into the car. The tires peel away as the limo drives out of the parking lot; the two men? The Phoenix and former Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon.