Aggression 10-15-2010

~Recorded right before the show goes live~

The shot opens in a darkened arena with Rob Robinson standing in the middle of the ring, a single spotlight on him. From the boos of the crowd, is it obvious the arena isn’t empty, however.

Rob Robinson: I’m out here this week to announce to the world that they’ve seen their last episode of Rebel Pro Aggression.

The boos grow louder at this.

Rob Robinson: See, a reaction like that is exactly why I had to do all of this. I couldn’t live with myself knowing that there are people out there that think Rebel Pro was bringing them actual wrestling every week. I get it, you all hate me because you think I’m the man that killed Rebel Pro. Don’t you see that Rebel Pro was killing itself? What I did was a mercy killing.

Rob Robinson: But more importantly than that, I’m also a man that creates, not just destroys. I once created the biggest wrestling promotion on the planet and I can do it again. That’s why I want to welcome each and every one of you to Robinson Pro Wrestling’s Rampage!

The arena lights go up to reveal an all new set design. The entrance area is framed with “Robinson Pro” banners with a neon “RAMPAGE” sign above the entranceway.

Rob Robinson: I’ve had to make quite a few changes to be able to give you the best wrestling action on the planet today. First off, Rob Martinez, Jenny Jersey, Chet Whetleson, Corey Taylor, Jimmy Johnson, an Alan Stone, I want you all to come out to the ring.

After a moment the six head to the ring without music.

Rob Robinson: Corey, let me start by saying that I dig what you do. You need some polish, but that can be taught. What can’t be taught is your natural ability to kiss ass. My ass, specifically. I like that. Go take your seat at the announce table.

Corey Taylor leaves the ring, grinning from ear to ear.

Rob Robinson: Rob Martinez, we’ve got some problems. First off, my name is Rob and that might get confusing to the fans. But worse than that, you’ve never been a Phoenix fan and that’s one sin I just can’t forgive. So get the hell out of my ring and I better never see your face again.

Rob Robinson: Jenny Jersey, you’re cute enough but I don’t pick my employees based on “cute”. Go keep Martinez company in the unemployment line.

Rob Robinson: Chet, I was told you used to be a weatherman. Bet you didn’t see this storm coming, huh? I’m also told that you’ve been in charge of Rebel Pro merch. Yeah, well not only is that stuff second rate garbage, it is way underpriced garbage. I need a man that thinks about the bottom line, Chet, and you’re just not that man. In case you don’t get the picture, you’re fired, too.

Rob Robinson: And now we get to the Rebel Pro referees. You guys are the worst of all. You were charged with keeping order in this company and instead you let the place get worse than the Wild West. I wish I could do more than fire you, but my lawyers advised me against it. So get out of my arena and be thankful losing your job was the worst thing that happened to you tonight.

Rob Robinson: Now, don’t worry Robinson Pro fans. I know that I can’t run the company with just the help of Corey Taylor. I came prepared tonight. I want to thank my friends in the PWA for helping me out on such short notice. Thanks to them you’ll get to enjoy Jon McDaniel on play by play and Eric Emerson as the new Robinson Pro ring announcer! Lean Bean Miller will be conducting all interviews and my old friend and manager, Fantastic Andy Strickland, is now in charge of all merchandise.

Rob Robinson: But that’s not all! I had to bring in an entirely new brigade of referees to keep order in Robinson Pro. Our new senior referee is Lance Weston. Assisting him will be my old friend Alec Wilcox.

Rob Robinson: Speaking of keeping order, there’s something very important I need to discuss right now. For too long the wrestlers in this company have been able to do whatever they want. I plan on bringing some new blood into the company, but for now we’ll have to make due with the roster that we’ve got. Now I know old habits will die hard, but I’m confident that Lance and Alec will be able to keep everyone in line.

Rob Robinson: In line with what, you may ask. Well, I’m glad you did. Look, I’m a wrestler, not a cage fighter and I run a wrestling company. So right here, right now I want everyone to be aware that Robinson Pro is NOT Rebel Pro. There are rules now and if you don’t follow them, you’re going to pay the price.

Rob Robinson: And just to help all the old timers adjust as quickly as possible, the new rules are very, very strict. The referees have been instructed that there’s no longer a five count to break a hold. If your opponent is in a submission and he gets to the ropes, the ref will tell you to break the hold and you’d damn well better to do it right then. If not, you’re disqualified.

Rob Robinson: There will be no more weapons used in Robinson Pro, period. If you pick up a chair, you’re disqualified. If you get caught with a foreign object during the pre match pat down, you’re disqualified. If you used an illegal move, you’re disqualified. And if you’re disqualified, you don’t get paid. I promote wrestling shows, people pay money to see wrestling matches, so if you cause a match not to happen or to end prematurely, why the hell should you get a paycheck?

Rob Robinson: And now for the last order of business, the title situation.

As if on cue, the Pantheon come out, each man carrying a briefcase.

Rob Robinson: Let’s talk about the World title first.

Fantastic Andy opens his briefcase.

Rob Robinson: Let’s face facts, Rebel Pro had no business calling their belt a “World” title. Defending it in a couple of states doesn’t make it a World title. I sliced that puppy in half, that’s how little that belt means to me. So that joke of a title is banished and we’ll never speak of it again. However, Robinson Pro most certainly will defend all of its titles around the globe, so I feel entitled to declare this the new Robinson Pro World title!

Robinson pulls the belt out of the open suitcase.

Rob Robinson: But here’s the thing, Marcus Marion doesn’t deserve to hold such a prestigious title. In fact, looking over the roster, I can’t find a single person that deserves it. I’m sure that will change once I’m able to start signing some new talent, but until then…

Robinson snaps the belt around his waist as the crowd boos hotly.

Rob Robinson: I’ll just hold on to this.

Rob Robinson: What about the Aggression championship?

Scottie Snow opens his briefcase.

Rob Robinson: Maybe this is just in comparison to Riona Langly, but when I look at Marina Blue, I like what I see. Actually, I wouldn’t mind see even more of her. So, even though I’m abolishing the Rebel Pro Aggression title, I’m crowning Marina Blue as the first ever Robinson Pro Aggression Champion! Hopefully this means I’ll be seeing a LOT more of the lovely Ms. Blue in the future. And that brings us to the tag team titles.

The Dragon and Moke Doshky open their briefcases.

Rob Robinson: I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for these titles, since Scottie and I once held them. It would be a shame to lose that kind of history so I’m going to do something a little different here. The Juggernauts, Bitch can keep the Rebel Pro tag titles for the next week. But Might & Magic here, they’re the new Robinson Pro tag team champions. Next week we’ll have a tag team title match to unify the titles under the Robinson Pro banner. That way the new titles keep the amazing lineage that includes a title reign by yours truly.

Rob Robinson: One thing, though. That tag title match? It will be Juggernauts, Bitch against the entire Pantheon, just to make sure there’s no funny business. But really, if they deserve to be the champions they should have no problem beating four opponents, right?

Rob Robinson: Alright folks, that’s enough business for one night. Now, Robinson Pro Wrestling is going to show you what real wrestling is all about!

The guitar intro from the Lemonheads’ cover of Mrs. Robinson starts to play as the screen fades in a shot of the Pantheon.

And here’s to you, Mr. Robinson
Everybody knows that you’re the best
Yes, yes, yes

Robinson is standing in a ring, wearing the Robinson Pro World title belt, fans cheering wildly.

Our thanks to you, Mr. Robinson
We’re so glad that you now run the show
Whoa, whoa, whoa

A low camera shot of the Phoenix wearing an expensive suit and the Robinson Pro World title belt. The camera angle makes Robinson look larger than life. He smiles and spreads his hands out in a welcoming gesture.

For many years we had to deal with lots of wrestling crap
But now you’re here to show us greatness
We know you’ll give us the best damn wrestling show
Its not Aggression, its time for Rampage

The intro fades away and we’re in the arena, the camera sweeps around to show off the new set and settles on the announce table.

JON MCDANIEL: Ladies and gentlemen we’re just about ready to go with our first match, but before that…

He sighs.

JON MCDANIEL: Here is Lisa Seldon from the Pioneer Wrestling Association.

LISA SELDON: Yeah! Who is here because she’s all about watching dudes mutilate each other. And is in such a good mood, she’s going to let this other goof stay too.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re such a good friend.

DING DING

A running Dropkick puts the match into gear as Reaver covers the ring and takes Fallen Angel out at the knee. The big man drops a hand to the mat to keep himself up, only for Reaver to begin peppering him with kicks that work him back into the corner. Reaver then drags Fallen Angel to his feet and sends him to

the opposite corner, but Fallen Angel turns it around and sends Reaver in his place. A few steps up the turnbuckle save him though, while Fallen Angel brings himself just close enough to be floored with a Moonsault.

JON MCDANIEL: Fallen Angel a little slow to start off and Reaver is making him pay for it.

LISA SELDON: Say, would you care for an exciting Fallen Angel fact?

JON MCDANIEL: No, but go on.

LISA SELDON: Not only is the Fallen Angel a multitime PWA World Champion, he’s also the brother of Thunderwolf, a PWA All-Star in his own right.

JON MCDANIEL: Is that a different Fallen Angel?

LISA SELDON: Would there be two people with that name?

COREY TAYLOR: No.

LISA SELDON: I love you guys.

Reaver jumps back to his feet and pulls Angel with him before barrelling a kick into his spine that only seems to wake him up. Reaver then hits the ropes again while Fallen Angel pulls himself to his feet, just in time to find another highflying attack coming his way. This time though Fallen Angel catches a Springboard Crossbody and ends it with a Backbreaker. The fans let out a cheer as he drops down for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

JON MCDANIEL: And Reaver breaks the count at two.

Fallen Angel backs off his prey and lets him get as far as seated on the mat before he locks two hands around his throat, pulls him to his feet and then fires him back into the corner. Reaver tries to move out of the way but Angel sandwiches him with a back elbow that puts Reaver to his knees. Fallen Angel is relentless though, dragging him back up and blasting him with a second elbow before resorting to simply burying his forearm into his windpipe. The referee starts a five count, raising the ire of the fans for the first time tonight.

LISA SELDON: What’s this shit?

JON MCDANIEL: What, the referee holding up the rules?

LISA SELDON: You got rules now?

COREY TAYLOR: Finally, Mr. The Phoenix has brought some class to Rebel Pro.

Fallen Angel breaks at the count of one and turns all his attention to a referee who seems to be shrinking quite dramatically.

JON MCDANIEL: Dangerous place for a referee. He might want to just back off this one.

Thankfully for him, Reaver lashes out with a right hand and earns his opponent’s full attention once again as he blasts him back with a Forearm through his face. He then ties up an arm and sends Reaver full force to the opposite corner, who collides back first this time before staggering forward into a massive running boot between the eyes. The force sprawls Reaver across the mat before Fallen Angel kicks him to the floor.

JON MCDANIEL: Heading out to the floor for the first time tonight.

LISA SELDON: Now it’s a party.

JON MCDANIEL: So, any truth to the rumors of you being asked to compete here in November.

LISA SELDON: Why yes, those rumors are true.

COREY TAYLOR: And the likelyhood?

LISA SELDON: Oh I couldn’t possibly tell you that, but the cards were on the table, certainly.

The Fallen Angel follows Reaver to the floor and whips him along ringside into the rail while the referee starts the count inside. He then passes by the announce desk, shouting a quick and disdainful look at our guest commentator before kicking off with another big boot that crushes Reaver’s face and sends him out into the crowd.

LISA SELDON: Oh that guy does not like me.

JON MCDANIEL: Can’t think why but I’m sure you’re about to tell us.

LISA SELDON: Well it could be a couple of things, but if I had to guess, it’s probably because my dad killed his parents.

JON MCDANIEL: Real… do what?!

COREY TAYLOR: This PWA shit is like a Soap Opera.

LISA SELDON: I know, right. It’s ridiculous. Besides it’s not like it was my fault.

Fallen Angel stops once in his attack to break the count before the referee finds it necessary to follow him out as he snatches up a chair. The Fallen Angel turns it in the direction of his opponent and immediately finds the referee blocking his way.

COREY TAYLOR: Get this in order, by the order of Mr. The Phoenix!

LISA SELDON: I only come here for the head caving and the fire!

The crowd are positively livid as every attempt to pass the referee by is blocked, but they quickly change their tune as Reaver comes at a run, steps off the barricade, leaps the referee and catches the Fallen Angel with a huge Flying Tornado DDT.

JON MCDANIEL: Reaver comes out of nowhere with that attack!

COREY TAYLOR: Doesn’t fix anything.

The fans give up their grievances and let out a cheer as Reaver staggers to his feet. Fallen Angel is pulled shortly after, with a cut now starting to form across his brow from the impact. Fallen Angel is sent back to the ring with Reaver following, but not before taking a pass by the commentary and knocking away a bottle of water placed in front of Lisa for good measure.

LISA SELDON: First fire and now water. Shall they take the earth from me too!

COREY TAYLOR: Such a drama queen.

LISA SELDON: So I’m told.

Reaver jumps over the ropes, turns and bounces into a Lionsault, hitting hard and landing into the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

JON MCDANIEL: Fallen Angel kicks out with authority!

Despite mounting pressure, Fallen Angel is still able to send Reaver off into the air on a kickout. It’s enough force to send Reaver scurrying to the apron but he manages to hold the ropes to keep from hitting the floor. Fallen Angel clambers to his feet and Reaver does the same, jumping up into a Springboard and sending him forward into an Ultrarana attempt that Fallen Angel catches and buries with a Snap Powerbomb. He sinks into the cover as the fans cheer him on.

ONE!

TWO!

JON MCDANIEL: No! The Fallen Angel crushes him on that Powerbomb, but it still isn’t enough to put him away.

LISA SELDON: if they’d have just let him beat him to death with the chair like he was going to, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.

The Fallen Angel comes up scowling and takes Reaver with him. He then fires him back into the corner with a choke toss an fires a few shots in at him for good measure. Reaver starts to sway as Fallen Angel switches positions and starts to rise up the buckles with Reaver in front.

COREY TAYLOR: Setting up for the big finish.

JON MCDANIEL: I believe it’s a top-rope Pedigree.

COREY TAYLOR: If he hits that not only is this match but this kids week is over.

LISA SELDON: I went out with a guy who ate that. Chewed up all his face and made him forget how to add fractions.

JON MCDANIEL: Fascinating.

Fallen Angel gets to the top-rope before hooking Reaver’s arms, but Reaver fights out with a series of short elbows that break the hold and let him drop to the mat. He then kicks the ropes for good measure, crotching Fallen Angel on the top-rope and leaving him set as Reaver springs up to the top, bounces, laces his legs around Fallen Angel’s head and sends him flying with a huge Hurricanrana.

COREY TAYLOR: Massive Frankensteiner.

JON MCDANIEL: This is how he put away Johnny Maverick.

LISA SELDON: Yeah, after clobbering him with a chair and putting him through a flaming table. Not quite the same impact on it today.

The Fallen Angel crashes to the mat but he refuses to go out and sits up to a knee. Reaver scouts it though and charges through him with a huge Shining Wizard that splits further the wound across his forehead.

JON MCDANIEL: He cracked him wide open.

LISA SELDON: Not quite as well as I did to him last week but whatevers.

The fans are on their feet but once more Fallen Angel begins to stir and fights to his feet once more. This time though Reaver is on the apron, and after pounding the buckle a few times for attention, he shoots up to the top and flies, sticking out a leg and putting it between his opponents eyes.

JON MCDANIEL: Messenger of Chaos.

COREY TAYLOR: The big guy is rocked!

Spit flies from the brutal impact as the Fallen Angel goes to a knee, fights it and eventually topples. Reaver doesn’t waist anytime shooting for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JON MCDANIEL: Reaver pulls out the win!

LISA SELDON: An upset if you ask me.

JON MCDANIEL: Yet no one did.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Reaver!

His music kicks in again as Reaver pushes off the mat and leans into the ropes for a breath. Fallen Angel stirs on the mat.

JON MCDANIEL: A hard fought battle for both men.

Reaver suddenly turns his attention back to the ring, producing a feather from his gear and dipping it in the blood of his opponent.

COREY TAYLOR: And there’s the proof of another job done.

LISA SELDON: You know he probably thinks this is both classy and intimidating, but all it says to me is that Kalis was playing his xbox when he gave him this task and doesn’t have a single original idea left.

Reaver holds up the feather for all to see, before turning it toward Lisa Seldon.

LISA SELDON: Maybe next he’ll gather some flags. Terrifying.

JON MCDANIEL: No plans to intervene tonight.

LISA SELDON: No, I made my point last week. Besides, he was just the messenger. I wouldn’t give this kid the time of day otherwise.

Lisa gets to her feet, gives him a little mock clap and then swans away from ringside. He watches her go but doesn’t bother to interfere.

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall….

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM”

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from British Columbia, Canada and weighs in at 240 pounds, he is one half of the Rebel Pro World Tag Team Champions….Jacob Venar!!!

“Anthem For The Underdog” by 12 Stones booms through the speakers as Jacob emerges from the back. He’s greeted with a mixed response from the crowd, he’s loved by some, hated by others.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Big Daddy D, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 215 pounds….J-Kurt!!!

J-Kurt, along with Big Daddy D and a gaggle of female friends all step out from the back to solid white heat! The posse ignores them all as they make their way towards the ring as ‘SexyBack’ by Justin Timberlake blasts through the speakers.

COREY TAYLOR: God I LOVE Justin Timberlake! Give me him and Justin Bieber over Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix ANYDAY!!

JON MCDANIEL: I hope God strikes you down for that comment.

J-Kurt is in the ring and referee Jimmy Johnson is going over the very strict rules for this match. Big Daddy D and the horde of females that came with J-Kurt exit the ring as Johnson calls for the bell!

COREY TAYLOR: I wonder if J-Kurt can hook me up with one of those fine females of his?

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure for the right price one could be your ‘friend’ if you get my drift.

The two men lock up in the center of the ring and it’s J-Kurt with the side headlock. Jacob shoots him into the ropes and drops to the mat. J-Kurt hops over and gets caught with an arm drag after rebounding off the opposite ropes. J-Kurt is quickly back to his feet and takes another deep armdrag from Jacob. For a third time J-Kurt is up and he quickly bails out of the ring to buy him some time. Jacob goes to chase him down when the referee stops him and explains to him that due to the rules of this match, their will be NO fighting on the outside. With Jacob distracted, J-Kurt slides back into the ring and rushes Jacob. A high backdrop from Jacob! J-Kurt lands near a corner and pulls himself to his feet as Jacob charges at him. J-Kurt dives out of the way of a spear attempt and Jacob nails the turnbuckles hard! Roll up from behind by J-Kurt and a kickout at two from Jacob!

COREY TAYLOR: No chairs. No hardcore. bout time we got some class.

JON MCDANIEL: This is the match that was signed. I doubt the REBEL fans like it either but that’s how this has played out.

Jacob is up and takes a superkick that puts him back on the mat! J-Kurt quickly follows up with a rolling thunder onto his dazed opponent! Again a cover from J-Kurt but Jacob grabs the bottom rope causing a break. J-Kurt pulls Jacob to his feet, scoops him up and slams him into the center of the ring. J-Kurt heads towards the high rent district and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. J-Kurt takes flight with a legdrop from the top but Jacob moves at the last second! J-Kurt hits hard and sits stunned on the mat as Jacob gets up, hits the ropes and nails a low dropkick that connects to the back of his opponents head! Jacob heads towards the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and flies off with a back senton that connects onto the chest of J-Kurt! Instead of a pin attempt Venar is up and smiling down at his foe. Venar hits the ropes and connects with a Great Muta style elbow drop. Again no cover as Jacob smirks at a hurting J-Kurt.

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like Jacob has evil intentions for J-Kurt!

COREY TAYLOR: If he hurts J-Kurt I’ll make sure the girls are taken care of!

Jacob pulls J-Kurt off the mat and hoists him up into the dreaded tree of woe! Jacob makes his way to the opposite corner and takes off running at his hapless opponent! Spear into the corner from Venar! Big Daddy D looks like he wants to get into the ring but knows it will only lead to a DQ for J-Kurt. Again, Jacob heads to the far corner and with a evil smirk charges in at J-Kurt! Jacob eats a turnbuckle as J-Kurt is able to pull himself up at the last second! Jacob staggers back into the middle of the ring as J-Kurt takes flight and nails a flying bulldog! J-Kurt with the pin but Jacob gets a shoulder up at two! J-Kurt pulls Jacob off the mat and positions him on the top turnbuckle with his back facing the inside of the ring. J-Kurt climbs up and snaps off an amazing top rope reverse Hurricanrana! A loud ‘Holy Shit’ chant erupts as J-Kurt goes for the cover! Venar gets a

shoulder up at 2 & 9/10ths! J-Kurt jaw jacks with the referee for a moment about the ‘slow count’ before getting to his feet. Jacob is slowly getting up and J-Kurt hits the ropes. Spinnng back heel kick from Jacob drops J-Kurt! Jacob looks woozy but still doesn’t attempt a cover. Instead he pulls J-Kurt to his feet and nails a double arm DDT.

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob is trying to hurt J-Kurt instead of pinning him.

COREY TAYLOR: No, he’s trying to please his legion of fans!

Jacob pulls J-Kurt up and shoots him into the corner. It’s reversed by J-Kurt! Whisper in the Wind from Venar! Jacob quickly gets up, drags a dazed J-Kurt up and punishes him with a hangmans neckbreaker! J-Kurt rolls to his stomach clutching at his head as Jacob drops a knee into the ribs of his opponent. J-Kurt is pulled to his feet. A pair of forearm shot from Venar are quickly followed up by a standing inziguri! J-Kurt crumples to the mat as Jacob heads to the corner. Jacob perches himself at the top and executes his Leap of Faith! J-Kurt pulls his knees up and Jacob lands hard across them! J-Kurt drags himself to his feet and hits a second rope springboard moonsault onto Jacob! A pin! A kickout at two! Again J-Kurt argues with Jimmy Johnson! J-Kurt pulls Jacob up but is caught with an inverted atomic drop! Short arm clothesline from Jacob drops J-Kurt to the mat. Elbow drop from Jacob! But no cover. Instead Jacob pulls J-Kurt up and hoists him up for a powerbomb. It’s reversed into a face buster! J-Kurt slowly gets up and heads to the corner. He quickly pulls himself to the top and before he can go for another moonsault, Venar shoves his feet off the ropes causing him to drop down and crotch himself!

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt was so preoccupied with trying for that moonsault he never saw Jacob get back to his feet!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah, after that I doubt he’ll be partying with the ladies after the show.

Jacob climbs up to the second turnbuckle, hooks J-Kurt and hits a super backdrop! Again, no pin as J-Kurt lays motionless in the ring. Jacob pulls himself to his feet and he drags a dazed J-Kurt up. Powerbomb from Jacob! Venar keeps his grip and in a show of brute power pulls J-Kurt up and delivers another bone rattling powerbomb. Jacob sags against the ropes and smiles as the referee starts his count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

J-Kurt is stirring and the smile vanishes from the face of Jacob.

5!

6!

J-Kurt gets to his feet but is quickly brought down with a clothesline!

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like Jacob is trying to humiliate J-Kurt as well as punish him.

J-Kurt is dragged to his feet and Jacob goes for a suplex. J-Kurt counters and stomps on the foot of Jacob breaking the hold. Jacob is spun around and J-Kurt hits a lung blower onto the tag champ! A cover! Again Jacob finds the strength to get a shoulder up at two! J-Kurt goes to the corner and scales his way to the top.

Killswitch!

Misses!!

Jacob rolls out of harms way at the last second and J-Kurt hits hard! Jacob uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and he stumbles over to his foe. J-Kurt is dragged to his feet. Wing Clipper from Jacob! Instead of a cover, Venar locks in his Talon clutch! J-Kurt reaches for the ropes but Venar has him locked in!

J-Kurt taps!

JON MCDANIEL: Jacob just submitted J-Kurt in a hard hitting match!

The referee calls for the bell and Jacob slides off of a hurting J-Kurt.

ERIC EMERSON: The winner of this match via submission….Jacob Venar!!

Jacob rolls out of the ring before the referee can even raise his hand. He shoots a disgusted look at all those around him and makes his way towards the back.

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt put up a Hell of a fight but Jacob was….

COREY TAYLOR: Out to make a statement obviously.

The camera catches Jacob just as he’s about ready to step through the curtain when –

Superkick!

Jacob goes down and from behind the curtain it’s Chris Casino! Without missing a beat, Casino is on Venar pummeling him with right hands as ROBINSON PRO security rushes out to pull him off Venar!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino attacks Venar! This is no doubt payback for last week when Venar attacked Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: These two hate each other!

A horde of security is separating both men but this war no doubt will continue!

The popular GNR tune “My Michelle” assaults the crowd’s sensibilities – as a red and blue light show ravages the arena. And out steps perfectly dressed slime.

Making is way down the asile, sans the World title (since it was abruptly destroyed), is THE Revolutionary Marcus Marion, with a rather perturbed Bad Girl of Rebel Pro at his side. Marion and Nicole make their way to the ring, Marion with a bandage wound on the top of his forehead, covering the wound he was inflicted with.

MARCUS MARION: *pointing to would-be fans* You sheep, you might want to listen. *Marion then points to the back where the locker room is* And you, cowards…well, I am going to do Rebel… Robinson Pro a service. Don’t get used to it. I am going to address this PWA “invasion.” Heh, not the most ORIGINAL idea that ever dawned on mankind, then again nobody ever accused the PWA of groundbreaking awesomeness. Addressing farm leagues…the burden of THE World Champion…

And El Capitan.

Marion, knowing all too well how ironic that statement is, given the last few weeks, smirks. He then rubs his forehead a bit, the memory of the pain of being staple gunned is not forgotten.

MARCUS MARION: That’s right…as champion. Phoenix, you stroll into MY company with your kool-aid smile, and online college degree and you con Gordon into thinking twice about signing MY company over to you? What’s worse, you and your goons THOUGHT you were doing the lord’s work by, you know, destroying the Rebel Pro World title…

Marion pauses.

MARCUS MARION: What…did you expect me to come out into the ring and ball my eyes out because you destroyed a piece of gold and leather? You’re a “smart” guy, crunch the numbers on that..”thing”, what’s that belt worth, Phoenix? And, while you are at it, tell me how sawing a belt with an engraved image in half makes me any LESS of a champion.

And we pause for a beat.

MARCUS MARION: That ten pounds of gold and leather – it’s a symbol. Hell, I’ll say it’s a distraction. You see, I am THE Revolutionary of not just this ring or any other ring, but of the ENTIRE wrestling industry. That means I am THE locomotive here in this business. I make this business run. NOT the Rebel Pro World title. Not some PWA clown, with the charisma of bindweed, making off-hand comments, sitting in Rebel arenas.

Marion pauses.

MARCUS MARION: Heh, you bragged far and wide about how you pushed around the Rebel Pro superstars and NOBODY had the guts to stand up to you. Well…I’m in this ring right now, not flanked with a task force, but with a to-die-for valet (camera pans to Nicole), and where are you? That’s right, you’re hidden in some Afghan cave. You want to take over this company? Over my dead b…

“Whatever” by Our Lady Peace blares through the speakers as Marcus looks at the top of the ramp-way. Smoke rises from the entrance way as a hooded figure makes his way through it. The figure stands at the top of the ramp-way. From mere glance you could say he is about 7′ tall.

The figure walks up the steel steps and over the top rope. He waves for a mic before pulling back his hood and revealing who he is. “The Monster” Deacon Frost.

FROST: You know Marcus…I watched you as you allowed your ego to be the only shining light that guides you down your path. You’ve become a man that needs no company…no title. Nothing but the reassurance of your foolishness, so blinded you didn’t see the intruders sneaking in through your back door.

Frost steps closer towards Marcus.

FROST: Where Phoenix would rather sneak around, I’m a little more up front with my moves. But I assume by that smirk on your face that you don’t give two shits about what I am doing here.

Marion paces a bit, keeping a healthy distance from this unknown figure.

MARCUS MARION: So, yeah, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you rode in on the same bus as Phoenix. You assume too much. I DO care. I care more than you can ever hope to imagine. For example, I care about what currency PWA is paying you in, pesos or cents to wear that god awful hoodie. It’s so..90′s.

The fans keep their attention toward center ring, cause where else would it be?

MARCUS MARION: What do you want? If you’ve come looking for a title shot, well, as you can see, “goldie” has kicked the bucket. You’ll just have to wait until this company, in all its brilliance, binds me a new and improved, trusty World title that is impervious to being cut in half.

You talk about my “foolish” pride. Yeah…makes a lot of sense. I am THE standard of excellence in this company. Why do you think Jacob Venar just can’t get enough of my blonde goodness? Casino, he’ll namedrop me from here until eternity, and why? It’s because I am THE star of this company. Nobody touches my greatness. When I let him “get in my car” during the Demi-god days, at titty bars, away from the cameras prejudiced eye, he sobbed openly that I was his hero…it’s my gift and my curse.

Frost takes over, caring very little for Marion’s showboating.

FROST: First off, I’m not here on the behalf of the PWA. I’m here because underneath the bullshit that you sell the fans, you have what it takes to be something great. You just need that spark. And right now you have no spark. All you are is the champion in a company where no one really challenges you. That is until now…

Taking that almost personally, Marion responds with..

MARCUS MARION: Nobody challenges me, eh? Well…there must be a reason for it, Sherlock. Maybe it’s because I am head and shoulders above every man on this roster. Yes, every man. *Marion locks eyes with Frost* You want to make me into something…wondrous. You want to make me into something great? I AM wondrously great. PWA didn’t send you, so you are not doing mission work – you are here on your own accord. What, couldn’t find gainful employment shining shoes on the corner?

Your presence here, well…it nauseates me. I’m telling you flat out that if you want a title shot, you’ll have to pick a number and stand in line just like EVERYONE else. Nobody gets any freebie shots at MY trinket. And nobody lives off my dime by co-starring in MY M.E, unless I say so.

FROST: A title shot…hahaha, that’s what you think this is about. Listen, I am a Hall of Famer. I’ve collected more titles than you have breathed on. I’m not here to become World Champion of a company that can’t defend their own doors. I’m here to see if you truly are as good as you think and say you are or if you really are only as good…as the talent on the roster.

You can keep your belt…because it seems that is the only thing that you feel can validate you. I’m here to give you a chance to prove this isn’t all smoke and mirrors.

Marion inhales and exhales, then presses his mic up to his lips – venom is in his words.

MARCUS MARION: Whatever. You want a shot at THE World title just like any other man with a dollar and a dream does. So I am not buying the whole “self improvement is masturbation” babble. You are either insanely stupid, completely whacked, or brilliant – perhaps all three. You know stepping into the ring with me would INSTANTLY raise your value. But at what cost? *Marion looks at Frost’s clothes, mocking him* Judging by your threads, you obviously haven’t meant anything to ANYONE in a long time. So I accept your challenge. But Frost, I am in no rush. You are small potatoes – I have other matters that require my attention. But I’ll get “back to you”.

The lights fade and the image of a bird erupting into flames fill Megavision, while a voice over fills the speakers; it is the voice of The Phoenix.

PHOENIX: You two will wrestle, when I say you will wrestle. For now though, Marion you are not the World Champion so get out of my ring. Deacon Frost… you are nothing so get out of my damn building.

Security rush down to remove Deacon Frost who does not even bother fighting them off while Marion and Nicole calmly walk to the back.

“This Moment” hits up and the lights begin to bounce around from side to side in many carnival colors as The Freak comes down to the ring tossing out t-shirts to the few fans that managed to get room in the Aggression Arena. The T-shirt on the front reads “Did You Miss Me?” and on the back “Guess Not” is under a bloody countenance of The Freak.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring, he is the challenger and stands at five feet seven inches while weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds… THE FREAK!

Freak flips over the top rope and into the ring.

“Slip It In” hits up in the speakers as the crowd come to their feet. The lights dance around the Aggression Arena as Marina Blue walks down the ramp to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Now making her way to the ring standing at five feet three inches and one hundred and twenty-three pounds, she is the current and defending Robinson Pro Aggression Champion… MARINA BLUE!

Marina doesn’t have far to walk before she is right at the ring where she steps into the ring and faces The Freak.

DING DING

Freak with a elbow to the side of the head and newly appointed Senior Referee Lance Weston warns him about the blow; Freak turns to look at him. Marina connects with a kick to the side of his head sending Freak stumbling into the ropes, just past Lance. Freak bounces off the ropes, but Marina with a snap suplex takes him to the canvas into a bridge pin.

ONE!

TW

Freak gets a shoulder up.

JON MCDANIEL: Freak showing some resiliency there.

COREY TAYLOR: Give him time, he’ll flop like usual.

Marina rolls to her feet. Standing dropkick sends Freak into the corner, but Marina flies to land on his shoulders.

Hurrican…

Freak counters with a spinebuster and stays for the pin.

ONE!

Tw

Marina rolls a shoulder up, Freak is mezmorized Give by the big lumps on Marina’s front and how they move when she rolls her shoulder. Shut Down yells at Freak to get his attention and Freak nods. The Freak rolls over to his feet, sending a kick into the ribs of Marina before pulling her up to her feet. Freak with an Irish whip sends Marina into the ropes, he follows in with a shoulder block sending the two outside. Lance Weston immediately begins to count, having been told that his job depends on it.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

JON MCDANIEL: Lance with a rapid count here.

COREY TAYLOR: Its about time we get some order around here.

Freak quickly rolls Marina back into the ring as the count reaches a fast seven. Freak springs to the top, then dives forward with a split legged leg drop onto canvas as Marina manages to roll just out of the way. Freak rolls up to his feet, holding at his backside in some pain but he tries to hit the ropes. Marina rushes in with a swift leg kick to Freak’s injured leg before using a Dragon Screw Legwhip to take him down to the canvas. Marina leaps to the top, back flipping onto Freak to hook the leg for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH

Freak gets a shoulder up and Marina helps him on up to his feet. Kick to the ribs of the Challenger gets her some more advantage before she shoves him into the corner. Marina flies in with a scissorkick nearly decapitating The Freak. Marina climbs up to the middle rope before flipping Freak out of there with a perfectly executed monkey flip.

JON MCDANIEL: Beautiful form there.

COREY TAYLOR: Tell… me… about… it…

JON MCDANIEL: I mean the Monkey Flip.

COREY TAYLOR: Um… yeah… me too.

Marina wraps Freak’s arm around her leg before falling back to hyperextend his elbow, but Freak rolls towards her and into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Marina able to shove Freak off.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet she does that alot.

Freak up and off the ropes, but Marina catches him and using his own momentum slams him with a running body slam onto the center of the ring. Marina up and climbing to the top turnbuckle.

JON MCDANIEL: Um… is her finisher really called the Dirt Pipe Milkshake?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, maybe Mr. Phoenix will do something about that name.

Marina leaps as Freak gets up to his feet, but he just catches her legs and spins around with a slam to the canvas. Freak rolls up to his feet, wiping sweat from his forehead before pulling Marina up to her feet. Freak stomps down on the side of her knee, to stop her fast paced action and dare devil moves. Marina rolls over kicking Freak in the side of the head, but he counters by catching her ankle. Freak rolls her up into a sharpshooter and Marina grunts in pain… but it sounds like pleasure as she moans and groans.

COREY TAYLOR: How can the best owner in the world, Mr. Phoenix, let someone like Marina Blue continue to wrestle?

Marina reaches the ropes and grabs it. Lance Weston is there to count.

One!

Freak leans back and Lance is there to tell him to break the hold or he is disqualified! Freak suddenly remembers and drops the hold, turning to Lance to ask about a five count when Marina rolls him up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE

Freak rolls out of the pin and up to his feet. Dropkick right to Marina’s face has her flat on her back. Freak hitting the ropes, rolling thunder spring up into a leg drop across her throat and he covers for a quick pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

Marina in the ropes stopping the count. Freak pulls her out of the ropes, Irish whip into the corner, he follows in, spearing her in the midsection. Freak with an uppercut rocks her to a vertical position. Freak climbs up, pounding down with one closed fist. Lance Weston there to warn him about the closed fist and if he sees it

again, Freak is disqualified! Freak looks down before leaping onto Blue’s shoulders and sending her sliding across the ring with a hurricanrana. Freak up to his feet, listening to the crowd cheer him on, those fans that still love him anyways. Freak bounds past Marina, jumping to the middle rope and backwards with a lionsault, but Marina isn’t there!

COREY TAYLOR: That is what hardcore fighting gets you, not knowing where your opponent is. Too many shots to the head if you ask me.

JON MCDANIEL: Good thing I didn’t then huh?

Freak holds at his midsection and gets up to his feet. Marina with a closed fist right to Freak’s jewels and he goes down in a heap. Lance Weston is there to warn Marina as well, but he forgets what he is saying as Marina saunters up to him and uses her feminine charmas against him. Marina up to the top, corkscrewing into a moonsault onto Freak. Marina up and kicking Freak right in the head before forcing him up to his feet where she kicks him in the ribs violently. Marina with another vicious kick and a third before Freak is in the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Marina showing that she has some talent in the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Speaking of the ring, isn’t the Robinson Pro ring grand?

JON MCDANIEL: Yeah, the gold turnbuckles, gold ring ropes, and gold canvas are just charming.

Marina leaps to the top, sending Freak to the canvas with a stunning enzeguri to the back of his head. Marina signals for her finisher a second time in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Here goes Marina, signaling for her filthy named finisher.

Shut Down tries to distract her, but she just leaps as Freak gets up to his shaky feet.

DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE CONNECTS!

Marina covers Freak in the center of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Robinson Pro Aggression Champion…. Marina Blue!