Aggression 10-24-2011

*****Rampage: The Empire Strikes Back*****

Voice: SONUVA BITCH!! BUBBA!!

The camera comes up backstage, where Vincent Black kneels over a bloodied Bubba J. Bubba is dazed and near unconscious, while various personnel make their way over.

EMT: What happened?

Vincent looks at the EMT, irritated.

Vincent Black: Bubba ate one too many candy bars and went into insulin shock. What the fuck do you think happened, jackass?!

The EMT checks Bubba’s vitals, nodding to a nearby medical attendant.

EMT: Stable pulse, labored breathing. Minimal blood loss, multiple blunt force wounds to the face, abdomen and legs. Nothing to indicate immediate danger; but call an ambulance so we can get him scanned.

The attendant grabs a phone from his pocket as Vincent looks on, angered and confused. He bends down, speaking into Bubba’s ear.

Vincent: I’m gonna find the son of a bitch responsible for this and make the bastard pay. Mark my words, Bubba.

The EMT and the attendant load Bubba up on a stretcher, and begin to haul him off. Vincent starts to turn, but notices a small envelope near the spot he found Bubba. He picks it up, looking it over before shoving it in his pocket and walking off towards the locker room.

*****Man The Battle Stations*****

Sirens blare, red lights like spotlights scanning the office. Jeremy Gold runs circles before being tripped to the ground by REBEL’s mysterious yet well dressed new General Manager, Shawn West.

Shawn West: Stop being an idiot.

Gold pouts as he looks up from the ground.

Jeremy Gold: We’re being attacked! We’re under fire! Duck, cover! Run!

Rupert the Kangaroo finally perks up and stomps his big feet in a single hop. Gold panics, crawling to a corner.

Jeremy Gold: I’m not as brave as you!!!

Rupert The Kangaroo shakes his head. What a smart ass.

Shawn West: Don’t you have a match coming up?

Gold gets to his feet and dusts himself off.

Jeremy Gold: Uh. Yeah.

Shawn West: You go do that. Leave any fallout from PWA to me.

Gold sobs as he leaves for the ring.

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Jeremy Gold versus Bobby Lee©*****

Larry Gordon: Oh boy, someone’s got some explaining to do.

Linzi Martin: This is about to get confusing, isn’t it?

*****Jimmy Henderson versus Jaice Wilds*****

Larry Gordon: Well folks, here it is. Jimmy Henderson takes on…

Before Larry can finish, Jaice Wilds comes flying onto the entrance ramp completely bloodied and battered.

Linzi Martin: What the hell is going on?!

Virgil Keenan stomps down hard on Jaice Wilds who manages to fight back, kicking Virgil in the gut before getting to his feet. Jaice Wilds launches himself into the air to the astonishment of the crowd! He’s about to go for a hurricanrana, but he can’t send Keenan flying. Instead Keenan screws Wilds up and Wilds ends up on Virgil’s shoulders, in a bad position. Virgil Keenan yells out, and then takes Jaice Wilds to a five foot drop through a table off the stage with his Burning Hammer!!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Linzi Martin: BAH GAWD LARRY!

Larry Gordon: You can say that again! Virgil just killed himself and Jaice Wilds!

Linzi Martin: I uh. I don’t think we’ll be seeing this match.

EMT’s rush over to check on Jaice Wilds. Virgil Keenan is up on his own steam, but he obviously also hurt himself a bit on that wild move! He looks down at Jaice and scoffs as he walks off, brushing himself off.

Larry Gordon: I think you’re right Linzi.

*****Rampage 2: War Plan Fuchsia*****

Rocky Logan: So what’s the plan on this Keenan kid? We gonna tear him a new one, maybe you make a beeline for the winner at Hell-O-Ween?

The camera finds the Case Filed Rockets in their locker room, Justin suiting up for his match against the Aggression Champion. The Millenium Game smiles, shaking his head.

Justin Case: If you want to chill ringside, I’m more than happy to have you watching me. But I’ll be so busy kicking Virgil’s face in, I probably won’t even realize you’re still around.

Rocky Logan: Yeah. Hell, I’ll go ahead and join on commentary. Give the fans at home some info on the Millenium Game, the Case Filed Rockets, and a little info on how we’re going to be the Tag Team Champions come Hell O Ween.

CFR slap five, Justin tying his headband on. He starts toward a side room, looking back to his partner.

Justin Case: I gotta take a leak, bro. Suit up; there’s fun to be had.

Justin walks off, closing the door a bit behind him. Logan opens his locker, sliding his t-shirt off and grabbing a white shirt. He turns, going to place the t-shirt in his gym bag. It’s at this point he realizes he’s not alone.

Rocky Logan: What th…

He doesn’t finish the sentence, as a foreign object comes down and knocks him out. A hooded figure picks up the dead weight of Rocky Logan, quickly shoving him into his locker and closing it before running to the door. The door to the side room Justin was just in starts to open, and Justin is cheesing.

Justin Case: You ready t…

He notices that Rocky is gone, and notes the slightly open locker room door.

Justin Case: He’s crazy. Not even in the match, and he’s already darting out to the ring. Great guy, great guy.

Justin picks up his shades, placing them over his eyes as he strolls out the door… not noticing the small envelope left on the floor behind him…

*****Interfed Awesomeness!*****
*****Jamie Flynn(REBEL!) versus Dallas Hoover(TGW)*****

Jamie Flynn and Dallas Hoover stand opposite each other in the center of the ring. Dallas offers a handshake. Jamie looks at it for a moment, then shrugs and takes it. They share a firm handshake and then Jamie hauls himself forward using Dallas’s arm and hits a forearm to his face. Dallas stumbles back and Jamie presses the attack with knees and elbows. Dallas backs against the ropes and Jamie Flynn Roundhouse Kicks him and he flips over the ropes.

Larry Gordon: What a flurry of offence by Jamie Flynn.

Linzi Martin: Maybe if Dallas wasn’t busy being all touchy feely he could fight back.

Dallas picks himself up and Jamie Flynn hits a Springboard High Leg Clothesline to the outside. They go down. Jamie Flynn is the first up. He pulls Dallas’s hair until he gets to his feet before slamming his head into the apron. Dallas stumbles away, dazed. Jamie follows until they get to the steps. Then he jumps onto the apron and hits a Tornado DDT onto the Steel Steps.

Linzi Martin: That looks like it hurt.

Jamie Flynn gets Dallas to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He covers for the pin. 1…2… just before the 3, Dallas manages to kick out.

Linzi Martin: That was so close it almost hurt me.

Larry Gordon: Dallas showing a lot of heart, kicking out after that.

Jamie Flynn shakes his head in disbelief and pulls Dallas to his feet. He strikes him in the face with his elbow twice before pointing at the turnbuckle. He climbs up top, checks his distance to Dallas, and then leaps.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha!

Linzi Martin: Dallas hasn’t had a single hint of offense.

As Jamie finishes his rotation, Dallas Hoover shakes off the stars and catches Jamie Flynn. With a roar, Dallas hits a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. Both men stay on the ground until the ref starts counting, then Jamie Flynn picks himself up. Dallas Hoover is still on the ground. Jamie runs to the ropes, springboards off the second rope with an Asai Moonsault Double Stomp, but Dallas rolls out of the way and out of the ring.

Larry Gordon: Dallas tries to take a breather outside.

Linzi Martin: What a wimp.

Jamie Flynn doesn’t miss a beat. The moment Dallas rights himself, he hurls himself over the top rope with a Plancha Suicida. Dallas catches him and turns it into a Power Slam. Dallas stays on top of Jamie Flynn to rest for a moment before standing up and taking Jamie with him. The ref is counting them back into the ring, so Dallas sends him in and follows. Jamie gets to his knees by the time Dallas is in the ring. Dallas picks him up, sends him to the ropes and then hits him with a Shoulder Block, then follows it up with a Standing Splash. He hooks the leg for the pin. 1…2. Kick out at two.

Linzi Martin: His ribs aren’t broken? I’m impressed.

Dallas picks Jamie up for a Samoan Drop, but Jamie wriggles away. He drops down behind Dallas, hooks the arm in a Chicken Wing, but when he reaches across for the Crossface Dallas breaks away and gets behind Jamie. He wraps his arms around his chest and lifts him off the ground in a crushing Reverse Bearhug. Dallas tightens his grip every time Jamie tries to elbow him in the head and escape the move.

Larry Gordon: Can Jamie Flynn escape that Reverse Bearhug?

Linzi Martin: Come on, Jamie, don’t let that fatty beat you.

Jamie Flynn starts to go limp. The referee asks if he’ll give up and he shakes his head. Dallas suddenly turns the move into a Wheelbarrow Powerbomb. Dallas rolls him over and goes for the pin. 1…2.. kick out. Dallas shakes his head before pulling Jamie Flynn to his feet again and sending him to the ropes. Jamie comes back, ducks Hoover’s Lariat, comes back off the ropes and hits a Spinning Heel Kick and falls to the mat.

Larry Gordon: Jamie Flynn can’t capitalize. That Bear Hug must have taken a lot out of him.

Flynn rolls with it, and gets himself behind Dallas Hoover. He’s clearly quicker than Hoover, as he cracks him from behind with a few quick and well placed elbow strikes. Hoover grabs onto Flynn again and goes for more bear hug goodness but Flynn squeezes himself out and free, and rushes to the turnbuckle but not before cracking Dallas with a high knee strike to the face. Dallas is dazed momentarily, but it’s all Jamie needs as he gets to the top rope.

Larry Gordon: Suicide Devil’s Plancha on Dallas Hoover! He is DOWN!

Linzi Martin: That was hot!!!!

Flynn covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Flynn gets to his feet, albeit a tad gingerly, his hand is raised.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, JAMIE FLYNN!!!!

Flynn exit’s the ring, not even looking back as Dallas Hoover gets to his feet. Dallas looks around though and the crowd rises to their feet and gives him a standing ovation.

Larry Gordon: Great REBEL Pro fans here, Linzi. What a nice thing to do, cheer this fellow even though he lost.

Linzi Martin: I think they’re just cheering because he managed to get up on his own accord. Look how fat he is! Gross!

Larry Gordon: Hey now that’s not a nice thing to say.

Linzi Martin: Larry sweety, I’m not here to be the nice one. That’s your job.

Larry Gordon: Oh right.

Dallas waves to the fans who all continue to cheer him as we fade to commercial.

*****The End of The World*****

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins blares unexpectedly and Mikey Massacre emerges, scratching his beard and his hair, a serious look on his face. He ignores the boos, rolling his eyes at a few comments he gets. He briefly admires a pro-Seldon sign, then gets into the ring, a microphone in hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m not happy to see you either.

Booing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But the fact of the matter is we are stuck together, you and I. REBEL Pro Wrestling isn’t about to cut me. I’m the Architect of this place. I’m the closest thing this place has ever had to a god. And you sad fucks, you have nothing better to do.

He pauses, smirking.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You have nothing better to do but spend your hard-earned twenty-five or fifty dollars or whatever these corporate shitbags charge these days, come to these shows, drink some crappy corn beer they’re selling, then go home and bang the wife you settled for and the kid you never wanted to have. REBEL Pro Wrestling is all you have. And if you want it, you’re stuck with me. And at Hell-o-ween, or whatever-the-fuck that show is called, I can’t keep it straight, you’re going to be stuck with me not just as Mikey Massacre… but once again the heavyweight champion of the world.

Booing which makes Mikey laugh.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And when I am champion, just like last time, I will begin to change things. No more of this conspiracy that allows a one-hundred and fifty pound woman to be the face of this company. No more of this conspiracy that lets Simon Kalis and his goons devote half of the show to their silly antics when the young guys like Jaice Wilds and Chill and Jamie Flynn are out there busting their asses, getting their skin pierced with hepatitis-laced glass and barbed wire with AIDS from Bubba J! When I am the champion of this company and therefore the closest thing this sport has to an undisputed world champion, I will purify this company like I did last time. Gone will be Lisa Seldon, your precious hero. Gone will be Bubba J and Vincent Black, who stood idly by as this company was led to hell. Gone will be everyone who dares stand in my way. And you all, you sheep, you blind fools, you will follow me. You will follow me because you have nowhere else to go. This is your home, and now you share it with me!

He laughs maniacally. Then drops the microphone and punts it into the stands. He runs off of the ropes once, twice, then drops an elbow drop on nobody. He stands up and does it again. Then jumps up onto the turnbuckle and throws up the dual bird to the booing fans. His music hits and he starts to leave, stopping only to jar with a few fans.

Love and War by Drowning Pool plays and the fans’ boos turn to cheers as Taboo emerges from the curtain. He is maskless and walking fast down the aisle towards Mikey Massacre, a microphone in his hand. He stops before Mikey and stares into his face before putting a microphone to his mouth.

TABOO: Mikey, as far as I know, you and I have no beef, but I want to know something… is that you who attacked me last week? Barbed wire, that’s your calling card. And it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve attacked someone recently and tried to take them out. I saw what you did to Seldon. I’ve seen what you’ve threatened to do to this company. Tell me, Mikey, was it you?

MIKEY: Get over yourself, Taboo. What’s to gain by attacking you? I attacked Lisa Seldon because, good or bad—and she’s very, very bad—she is the champion of the world. Who the fuck are you? Chad Kurtis’ little tag-along? Give me a break.

Taboo pushes past Mikey and gets into the ring. He looks skeptically at Mikey, but he believes him. Mikey wasn’t one to wear a mask.

TABOO: Look, I’m not one to make a scene, to be all dramatic, but when a man attacks me and can’t even show his FACE, I have a problem with that, and I’m going to make it known. I might be quiet. I might be boring. Whatever. But the fact of the matter is, I am not going to stop throwing shit around backstage until I have whoever-the-fuck in the ring at Hell-o-ween. Mask or not, I’m going to find out who you are, then I am going to make you regret attacking the Boulder from Boulder, the Suplex Automaton, the former tag and heavyweight champion of the world.

Taboo jumps up onto the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd.

TABOO: And that… IS TABOO!

The crowd cheers as his music cues up. He throws the microphone down and is about to step out of the ring, BUT…

Larry Gordon: Oh here we go.

Pantera’s “5 minutes alone” hits the speakers as the masked man that’s been plaguing Taboo steps out from the back. The music seems to trigger some memory in Taboo but he still just can’t figure out who the hell this guy is.

Masked Man: So Allen, you want answers? You want to know why I’ve been at your heels these past weeks? You want to know who I am? You want to know why I’ve been hiding behind this mask?

Taboo begins shouting out at his tormentor demanding the answers to those questions. He wants his shot at retribution.

Masked Man: Hold on there Allen, you’ll get your answers. First though I’m going to ask you to remember something. April ninth, two-thousand nine. Do you remember that night? That was the night we first crossed paths.

Taboo looks as though he’s seen a ghost as recognition finally hits him. He brings the microphone back to his lips.

Taboo: Peter, you son of a bitch! This thing between us ended when I beat your ass the last time we fought.

The masked man chuckles a mirthless laugh as he pull off the mask. It’s Peter “Hostile” Larsen.

Hostile: Wrong Allen. You and I will never be through. You see I walked away from this sport a few months ago because I just didn’t care anymore. I was just going through the motions here in REBEL Pro. And even then I was decimating every single person put in front of me. Emily Corlen, Justin Case, Jason Christopher, it didn’t matter who was put in this ring against me. Even while I was coasting, not one person on this roster could stand against me. And not one person could get me to care. So I walked away. I left this sport that once meant everything to me because nobody could light that fire in my soul anymore. Then what happens a couple months ago? I turn on REBEL Pro just to see and who do I discover has come back from retirement? I saw you in that ring and it was as if an on switch clicked in my very soul. I saw you and knew that I wasn’t done yet. But I needed more than to come and ask for a match. I needed to watch you suffer before me. I needed you to want, no, NEED to face me again. And here we are. You standing in that ring dying to get your hands on me one more time. Well you got it. But it will be on my terms. An “I Quit” match.

The crowd is uncommonly quiet as Taboo glares at Hostile. Hate filling his voice he answers the challenge.

Taboo: You’re on!

Hostile’s trademark sardonic grin creeps across his face as we cut to commercial.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Justin Case versus Virgil Keenan©*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest will be for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro Aggression CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger!

” Victory ” by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends.

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Jenny Jersey: And his opponent. He is the current REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…

REJOICE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

“Protest The Hero” hits as Virgil Keenan steps out, cocky and sly as ever.

Jenny Jersey: He is VIRGIL KEENAN!!!

Keenan runs to the ring and slides in, handing off the belt to the referee and slapping his knees.

DING DING DING

Justin Case and Virgil Keenan lock horns in the middle of the ring, Keenan putting “The Millennium Game” into a collar & elbow tie up. He adds pressure but Case spins himself around and out of it, throwing on a sleeper hold onto the Aggression Champion. Keenan begins wildly throwing elbows behind himself, straight into Justin’s gut. Justin finally lets go and Keenan grabs him by the neck and drops with a ¾ neck breaker, the crowd is as stunned as Case. Keenan goes for a quick cover!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Linzi Martin: Keenan looking to end this early.

Larry Gordon: He’s trying to play it smart, he’s got a big match coming up at Hell o Ween after all.

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Justin Case throws Virgil Keenan off of himself and grabs hold of him by the legs, quickly locking in a figure four leg lock. The crowd seemingly all lean forward just off their seats, watching with baited breath as Keenan winces in pain and looks around for a way out. Case continues to apply pressure with the hold, and even though Keenan is near the ropes he knows in REBEL Pro, there are no rope breaks. Keenan grabs onto the ropes regardless and pulls himself up, it hurts but he quickly uses the ropes as leverage to flip himself over onto his stomach and suddenly reverse the figure four leg lock to his favour. Justin Case can’t believe it, he tries to reverse it back but Keenan is still holding onto the ropes and using them as leverage

to keep Justin from doing so.

Larry Gordon: Smart thinking from Keenan, he’s got the veteran Case right where he wants him I’d wager.

Linzi Martin: Between a rock and a hard place. Backfire!

The crowd begins to cheer Justin on to get free, but Keenan merely continues to apply pressure hoping to get a submission win here. Case still refuses to give up, and finally Virgil Keenan lets go of the ropes and gets himself free from Justin Case. Virgil to his feet but Case pushes himself up as Keenan is getting up, grabbing Keenan and DDTing him awkwardly into the canvas. Case rolls over Keenan, and covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Keenan violently kicks out, to the point he smashes Case across the face with an elbow as he does so. Keenan gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, sliding tackle into Case takes them both out of the ring and to the outside, where REBEL Pro loves to fight! Yeah! Case gets up first though, and springboards himself off the ring apron with an asai moonsault that crushes Virgil. Case up to his feet, grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside and smashes it over Virgil Keenan’s head. Glass shatters, beer spills everywhere and Keenan spears Justin Case into the steel steps. Case uses the steps to push himself up and sends out a super kick that puts Virgil spinning then onto his knees. Case picks up the top half of the steel steps and bashes them over the back of Virgil Keenan’s head, sending the Aggression Champion down totally.

Linzi Martin: Case taking control of this match now. Two Canadians with a lot of spirit tonight, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Definitely.

Case lifts Virgil up by the head and throws him into the ring. Virgil is groggy but he gets to his knees and as Case gets in Keenan uses Case to hoist himself up. Keenan shakes his head sarcastically as Case applies a collar and elbow tie up, Case with a wristlock now. Keenan flips himself onto the canvas, then back to his feet and takes Case down with a hammerlock DDT that reverberates the ring. Virgil flips him over and covers.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! CASE KICKS OUT!

It’s then everyone looks to the entrance ramp as Jaice Wilds appears, and he doesn’t look too happy. Case notices him and yells out at him to stay out of the way.

Larry Gordon: I wonder why he’s out here.

Linzi Martin: Isn’t it obvious?! He wants payback on Virgil for earlier tonight.

Larry Gordon: Or he wants to help Virgil win?

Keenan slowly backs away all suspicious like, as Case and Wilds continue to argue and Hugh Aredone gets in Jaice Wilds’ face as well.

Linzi Martin: Did you have a brain fart there, Larry?

Larry Gordon: No. If Justin wins, Jaice’s match with Virgil at Hell o Ween becomes non title. Cause there’d be no title.

Linzi Martin: You know… That makes sense.

Wilds shoves Hugh out of the way and hops up onto the ring apron but Case knocks him off. Wilds falls flat on the outside and Justin Case climbs up to the top rope. Virgil sees his opportunity and runs over to Case and grabs him, throws him onto his shoulders and BANG! BURNING HAMMER! Keenan covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Wilds grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Case is still down but Virgil is up and gets cracked over the head with the chair.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of this match and STILL Aggression Champion…

*****AFTERMATH*****

She can’t finish as Wilds just keeps wailing on Keenan with the chair. Case however is up and grabs Wilds from behind. JUST 2 TALENTED ON THE CHAIR! Case scoffs as he gets out of the ring, Virgil and Jaice laid out. But as Case looks up the ramp, there stands Bubba J who’s recovered from his own attack from earlier tonight.

Larry Gordon: Things are coming to a head…

Jaice is up and as is Virgil Keenan, and they stare each other down as Bubba points to Justin Case. Justin Case isn’t waiting as he rushes up the entrance ramp. Bubba J greets him with a stiff right, Case with a left elbow and the two begin an all out brawl. Jaice and Virgil watch but then they both rush each other, tackling each other to the canvas and they begin cracking each other in the face violently as Bubba J and Justin Case fight their way back to ringside.

Larry Gordon: There’s madness! The fans are on their feet and loving it!

Linzi Martin: It’s war!

Suddenly, “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top hits over the speakers and everyone stops their brawling to look at the entrance way. That’s when REBEL Pro’s General Manager Shawn West steps out, and receives a wonderful welcome in the form of boos. He brushes his cool silver hair back, winks and taps his microphone.

Shawn West: Children, children. Are we done now?

Bubba and Case look at each other. Keenan and Wilds look at each other. They’re all more in a state of pause than anything else.

Shawn West: Good. Because I’ve got a few things to say, and when I’m done you’re all more than welcome to go back to bashing each others faces in with blunt objects.

Linzi Martin: Well that’s fair.

Larry Gordon: He’s the boss.

Linzi Martin: But you’re the boss.

Larry Gordon: Oh I’m happy just having a good time here at ringside with you, Linzi.

West points first to Case and Bubba J.

Shawn West: You both have made it to the finals of the Mystery Tournament. A tournament with an end game that really nobody knows but yours truly. I saw it as a fitting way to start my General Managerial career with REBEL Pro. To do what could not be successfully done when new management first took over. That’s why? At Hell o Ween next week in Madison Square Garden? Not only will Justin Case and Bubba J be fighting for a cash prize of $100,000…

Bubba and Case’s eyes widen, the crowd goes nuts.

Larry Gordon: One hundred grand?! Damn.

Linzi Martin: Hah! Gotta love that Corey Lazarus money!

Shawn West: Like I said, not only will you two get the chance to earn some serious bank. But at Hell O Ween. Justin Case. Bubba J. Will be fighting for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP!

Fans: WHOA!!!!!!

Bubba J and Justin Case both got big smiles on their faces, until they see each other again. Then it’s big tough guy stare. Virgil Keenan and Jaice Wilds are still in the ring itself and they seem none to impressed.

Shawn West: Oh don’t worry Virgil. Jaice. I haven’t forgotten about you two. I mean. You two are already set to have what could be not only the biggest Aggression Championship match this year, but in the history of REBEL Pro. Your great battle to be settled in an IRON MAN match!

The crowd cheers this, Jaice plays along to them. Virgil taps his lovely Aggression title.

Shawn West: So they asked me, “Mr. West! How can you make this Aggression title match even bigger?!” and I thought the people asking me this were greedy and thoughtless pigs. But then tonight, following Jamie Flynn’s victory over Dallas Hooper.

Fans: HOOVER!

Shawn West: Sure, whatever. The fat guy.

The crowd boos West, and he looks a bit surprised.

Larry Gordon: I think even though he lost, Dallas Hoover got himself quite a few REBEL Pro fans.

Linzi Martin: But he’s gay. He should totally be hated in REBEL Pro.

Larry Gordon: Erm, well. No why would you think that?! Besides we’re in New York tonight.

Linzi Martin: Good point.

West taps his feet until the crowd stops booing him.

Shawn West: Point being. Sadly, Flynn was evaluated by our medical staff following his match. A change in how we do things I myself implemented, because believe it or not? I care about the talent in this company. And from what the doctors have told me, Jamie Flynn suffered an undisclosed injury during his victory over Dallas Hoover. And thus Jamie Flynn is no longer cleared to compete at Hell O Ween.

The crowd BOOS this, but Jaice and Virgil now start paying closer attention.

Shawn West: What this means is Johnny Maverick does not have an opponent from us to take his AoWF TV Title. So how can Jaice Wilds versus Virgil Keenan for the Aggression title in an Iron Man match get ANY bigger? Well. When you add Johnny Maverick and make it for the AoWF Television Championship as well…

The crowd EXPLODES, not literally, at this announcement. Virgil and Jaice are obviously in some shock as well.

Shawn West: That’s right. At Hell O Ween. It’ll be Jaice Wilds. Virgil Keenan. AND Johnny Maverick, for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship AND the AoWF Television Championship in an Iron Man match. Good luck gentlemen. Now, back to bashing each others face.

West drops his microphone, adjusts his suit and exits stage left. Bubba and Case look to each other, as do Jaice and Virgil and JUST as they rush each other we’ve sadly… RUN OUT OF TIME! SEE YOU AT HELL O WEEN!?

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Bobby Lee & Jeremy Gold defeat each other, and thus become Co-Champions! Madness!
Jimmy Henderson and Jaice Wilds doesn’t happen. Rejoice Motherfuckers.
Jamie Flynn defeats Dallas Hoover, but at what cost?
Virgil Keenan retains against Justin Case, after some Wild shenanigans!