Aggression 11(Super Aggression) 07-16-2010

Back in the offices of Larry Gordon, we find him on the office phone, his back to the door. Chet Whetleson walks in, Larry deep into his conversation has no idea anyone has entered his office. Chet, being the reporter that he is, listens without saying a word, he just motions for the camera to follow him in.

LARRY: Yes sir, we are very Patriotic.

Larry sits, making a few notes on a piece of paper.

LARRY: I don’t know about the expenses to fly there.

Larry grunts in confirmation.

LARRY: Fully paid for?

He jots down another note.

LARRY GORDON: When?

Larry turns in his chair, he smiles up at Chet.

LARRY: Sorry General, we’ve got a reporter in here, I’ll have to call you back.

Larry just smiles as Chet tries to back out of the door.

LARRY: No worries Chet, I don’t blame you at all for trying to find a scoop, but nothing will be confirmed yet… thanks to you for that.

Larry Gordon laughs.

LARRY: But it will be confirmed in the next week or so and I promise to let you spread the news, should it happen now.

Aggression 11(Super Aggression)
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

July 16, 2010

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

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

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

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

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

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

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

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

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

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

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

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

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

Starting off the show, the REBEL PRO World Champion doesnt wait for the crowd to settle. As boos then erupt while ” Victory ” by Puff Daddy and Company hits up. ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case makes his way out while a limping caned Hugh Aredone is not far behind. ” The Talented Duo ” make their way to the ring to a chorus of boos. Justin Case wears a red suit and a black tie as he and his colorful pressed attire struts to the squared circle, through the ropes, and into the center of the REBEL PRO ring. His REBEL World Championship belt hangs firmly over his left shoulder as a golden robed Hugh Aredone stands behind Case. Justin soaks up the boos with a cocky inhaled smile. He brings the mic in his hand to his lips.

JC: Cut my music!

” TMG ” looks side to side at the angry fans with nothing more then an arrogant smile from ear to ear. His smile fades into a serious feel within the air. He continues speaking.

JC: Now then, as your new World Heavyweight Champion, I felt it was time to come out and officially begin this ” Talented Era ” now upon you all. Thats right, I went into Larry Gordon’s office and demanded some time here tonight to address the many thoughts that linger my talented mind. First and for most, ” The Talented Era ” is infact upon us all as of right now!! And let it be known that from here on in NO ONE is safe from within my arms length! You see, yours truly is making a statement…a stamp on REBEL PRO history! As Jester and his Cancerous Giant are going to be the first of MANY to feel the wrath of what pure talent is truly made of.

Starting with Akuma, I will then move on to each and every REBEL PRO superstar that wants to take my throne. But let me remind you all, if you have any unwilled thoughts against me, remember, it is I Justin Case who is KING among ALL the REBEL PRO lions!! My throne as King is now higher then ever before. I am going to take REBEL PRO within my own two talented hands and carve it into a well oiled machine that will take this company starting from scratch and becoming the most talented and most domanent wrestling brand known to man, dare I say that I AM going to be the greatest and most talented World Champion in REBEL PRO history!!

Justin Case slowly paces the ring in a cocky strut. boos still linger.

JC: But first I have my talented hands occupied by one Akuma ” The Malignant ” Giant. Its really too bad he has picked the wrong man in the wrong time with the wrong frame of mind. They say to be the man you have to beat the man, well his frame of mind is all wrong going up against ” The Talented One ” Justin Case. I am ” The Unpinnable Force ” with more to gain and even more to lose!! if I come up short in this next battle of mine it will be a bad beginning to a glorious World Title reign. That is why, as World Champion I can not afford to lose against Akuma. It will start off my reign of terror upon REBEL PRO and all its untalented glory…it would start my reign as King on one very bad note. Losing is out of the question soley because it will look bad as your World Champion.

So let me finish off by saying tonight is the start of history in the making. With my hand being raised in victory, starting the talented ball rolling as my reign of terror will then officially have begun! And once Jester’s Akuma lies broken inside this very ring. All will know I speak the truth. I am World Champion for a reason. Now then, Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this REBEL PRO show!! Soon, ALL WILL KNOW!!

Case drops the mic to the canvus with some slight feedback as Justin slips through the ropes like a snake, onto the floor. His music hits up as he and his manager make their way up the ramp and into the back to boos and garbage thrown his way. Case has succeeded, now “The Talented Era ” is upon us all. To an outraged audience. Just the way Justin Case wants it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big words from the Rebel World Champ.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, he isn’t the World Champ for not…

“HAHAHAHAHAHEEEHEEEEHEEEEHEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEE”

Justin and Hug stop in their tracks, mid-way between the ring and the backstage area, the trash throwing stops.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Jester isn’t going to wait.

COREY TAYLOR: That dude gives me the creeps, where did he go to the bathroom at in that little cage?

JESTER(V/O): “Justin my boy, no need to hahahaha wet hahahaha your hahahaha pants just yet. Just here to let you know that your promises mean nothing and later this evening Akuma and myself will prove this. Hahahahaheeeheeeheeehahahahaheeeheeeheeehahahaha!

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Jenny Jersey steps into the ring, the microphone in hand as she sways back and forth to center ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Now Ladies and Gentlemen, Rebel Pro fans of all ages…

She draws in against your will, but honestly who would want to go to her?

JENNY JERSEY: It is my unfortunate duty to inform you that there may only be three matches on this Super Aggression…

The fans begin a small revolt, but Jenny’s presence calms them, that and the lovely smile she displays.

JENNY JERSEY: We have been informed by authorities that The Freak’s plane was set to arrive, but a large thunderstorm cell has prevented The Freak’s plane from taking off this morning. We have confirmed the storm and do apologize for the false booking, however if you do wish your money to be returned to you please go up front now before the show starts.

Not a single fan moves as Jenny looks around, giving them plenty of time to leave.

JENNY JERSEY: With that said, Chris Casino will be given the victory by default.

The crowd boos, not because there isn’t a match, they understand that, but by the fact that they just don’t like Chris Casino.

JENNY JERSEY: Your first match is scheduled for one fall…..

Halloween Theme “Remix” by The Nu Jer$ey creeps through the speakers and the fans let loose with the boos!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, Paterson, NJ and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is ‘The Lethal’ Damien Alexander!!!

Alexander slowly makes his way towards the ring, oblivious to the rowdy fans along ringside who are trying to taunt him and hurl insults at him.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..

“Anthem” by Good Charlotte hits the speakers and the crowd pops huge!!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Paducah, Kentucky and weighing in at 215 pounds, ‘The Bluegrass Heart Throb’ Jonothan Kurtis!!!

J-Kurt emerges from the back and the crowd (by crowd I mean all the women) squeal at the sight of the heart throb from Kentucky!

Referee Alan Stone keeps the two wrestlers separated until Jersey makes her way from the ring and then calls for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: We should be in for a treat tonight! Not only is J-Kurt making his return to REBEL but the ever dangerous Damien Alexander is looking to make a statement!

COREY TAYLOR: How is having one of the Kurtis clan being here any kind of treat?

The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Kurtis slaps on a side head lock. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock from the Bluegrass Heart Throb that’s followed up by a side headlock take down that brings the demonic Damien down to the mat. Damien rolls Kurtis over onto his shoulders and the referee snaps off a two count before Kurtis rolls himself back to a seated position, still holding onto his side headlock. Again Damien rolls Kurtis over and once more Kurtis beats the three count. Kurtis releases the hold and brings his man up. Chop across the chest from Kurtis has Damien on the defense. Another chop gets a ‘woooooooo’ from the crowd! Three times the charm as another flesh searing chop finds it’s way to the chest of Damien Alexander! Damien backs into a corner and catches J-Kurt coming in with a boot to the gut. A rake to the face from Damien is quickly followed up by a body slam from ‘The Lethal’ One. Alexander comes off the far ropes with a rolling thunder attempt only to have Kurtis get his knees up in the last moment! Damien lands back and ribs first across the upraised knees of Kurtis and quickly rolls out of the ring to buy himself some time.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re off to a fast start in this one!

COREY TAYLOR: Good maybe Damien will finish off Kurtis quickly and we can move on.

On the outside Damien uses the guard railing to pull himself back to his feet. He turns and walks into a suicide dive through the ropes from J-Kurt! Damien is wiped out and Kurtis stands over him soaking in the love from the fans. Kurtis pulls Damien up from the floor and goes to whip him into the ring post. Alexander reverses it and Kurtis hits the ring post shoulder first! Kurtis staggers away from the post and towards Damien where he finds himself backdropped onto the hard concrete floor! Damien shakes his head, no doubt trying to clear his head, and then he quickly throws back the ring apron and goes hunting. Alexander gets a pop when he pulls out a trashcan full of plunder! Damien tosses the weapon filled trashcan into the ring and then lands a kick to the head of a dazed J-Kurt. Kurtis is rolled into the ring and Damien slides in behind him. Damien picks up the trashcan, upends it and dumps out it’s contents onto the mat. Kurtis is getting to his feet and takes a shot from the trashcan to the back of his head!

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at that dent!

COREY TAYLOR: he only hit him in the head! That won’t hurt him!

Another shot from the trashcan to the head of Kurtis sends the Bluegrass Heart throb stumbling back into the corner. Damien tosses away the dented trashcan, goes to his pile of plunder and slips on a pair of brass knuckles. Alexander charges at Kurtis but takes a boot to the face! Damien staggers back but quickly charges into the corner again! Kurtis gets a knee up into the face of Damien and staggers him! Superkick from Kurtis drops Damien! Kurtis steps over a dazed Alexander and grabs a pizza cutter from the plunder. Kurtis straddles Damien and rakes the pizza cutter across the head of his foe! Again the pizza cutter zips across the head of Damien and Alexander shoves off Kurtis. Alexander scrambles to his feet and blood is flowing freely from a gash on his forehead. Kurtis tries to grab Damien but takes a chop to the throat that stops him cold. Damien measures J-Kurt and then kicks him between the uprights! Kurtis drops to all fours as the male portion of the crowd groan for Kurtis.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh thank God! Maybe there won’t be any more Kurtis kids runnin’ around now!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corey!

Damien grabs Kurtis and pulls him up to his feet. Suplex from Damien and Alexander keeps his hands locked and swivels his hips bring both men back to their feet! A second suplex jars the body of Kurtis! Again a swivel of the hips and Alexander brings Kurtis up. It’s a hat trick as Damien snaps off a third suplex! Damien floats over into a cover and gets a 2 and 3/4ths before Kurtis gets a shoulder up! Damien mounts Kurtis and rains down several shots aimed to the head brass knuckles still firmly on his hand. Kurtis does his best to cover up but a shot here and there get through before Jonothan manages to roll Alexander off of him. Damien pulls the bloodied brass knuckles off and shoves them into his boot and heads towards the pile of weapons. Kurtis is trying to get to his feet, blood flowing from both his nose and split lips. Damien slaps a studded belt across the back of Kurtis! Another snap of the belt and Kurtis scrambles to his feet, welts already appearing on his back. Damien wraps the studded belt around his fist and clocks Kurtis in the face!

COREY TAYLOR: So much for the ‘Heart Throb’ thing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t hate.

COREY TAYLOR: Good Lord man, did you just tell me not to ‘Hate?’ What are you? Thirteen?

Alexander shoves Kurtis into the corner and whips him across the ring following close behind. Kurtis hits the turnbuckle hard but manages to get a boot up into the face of Alexander! Kurtis quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle, takes flight and nails a tornado DDT! Kurtis rolls out to the ring apron, pulls himself up and hits a springboard 450 splash onto Damien! Alan Stone drops into position but Alexander kicks out at 2 &1/2! Kurtis looks shocked but crawls away from Alexander back towards the ropes. Damien is slow to get up but Kurtis is ready as he springboards from the top rope with a flying cross body. Kurtis hits Damien but Alexander rolls through and actually holds onto the high

flyer as he gets to his feet! Damien hoists Kurtis up onto his shoulders and punishes Kurtis with a death valley driver! Damien goes for a cover but Kurtis kicks out before the fatal three count! Damien crawls away from Kurtis and grabs a burlap bag amidst his plunder. Alexander unties the bag and spills out broken glass all over the mat to a huge pop from the crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Hell….

Kurtis is up but walks into a flapjack onto the glass! Kurtis is sitting up, glass shards sticking out of his upper body and he takes a kick to the head that puts him flat on his back. Damien goes to the top rope, blood dripping from his gashed head, and hits his 10 star moonsault! The crowd groans as soon as he hits knowing that the back of Kurtis has just been ground into the glass! The referee starts his count but Kurtis kicks out at 2 &3/4ths!!!!

COREY TAYLOR: What!? No!

Obviously Damien agrees as he’s into the face of Alan Stone arguing. Kurtis pulls himself off the mat, his back covered in broken glass and he grabs a distracted Alexander. Facial Arranger onto the glass! Kurtis goes for the cover and this time it’s Alexander who gets a shoulder up at 2 & 3/4ths!!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither of these men are willing to give it up! Good God look at the blood flowing from these men! They look like victims of a horror movie!

Kurtis has words with the referee and then turns his attention back to Alexander. He starts to pull him up when he takes a right hand to the junk from Damien! Kurtis drops to the mat curled into the fetal position and we see that Damien has slipped back on the brass knuckles! The bloody Damien drapes an arm over the body of Kurtis and

One!

Two!

Three!

This massacre is over!

ROB MARTINEZ: After all those falls into the glass and Damien pins Kurtis after a junk shot with brass knuckles!

COREY TAYLOR: Ugh. Hope they have a mop in the back.

JENNEY JERSEY: Winner of the match by pinfall……”The Lethal” Damien Alexander!!!

Alan Stone rushes over to the ropes, shaking his head vigorously, Jenny looks up.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the match is not over, Jonothan Kurtis was able to get his shoulder up at the last possible second. Referee Alan Stone has ordered this match to continue!

Damien is up in Alan’s face, yelling and spit flying. J-Kurt comes from behind, a shot to Damien’s junk, with the brass knuckles covering his knuckles. Damien holds at himself, but J-Kurt rolls him up from behind.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING
Alan Stone raises a bloody and glass covered arm of Jonothan Kurtis and the crowd is plastered with admiration and cheers for this brutal fight.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a turn of events here!

COREY TAYLOR: That damn Kurtis kid cheated! He knows it, I can’t wait to see what Damien says about this.

A man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and long pants stands up from the crowd. He stares in the ring, is he staring at Jonothan Kurtis or Damien Alexander? The man wearing the hood turns and leaves without making a single movement towards the ring.

~MEGAVISION~

We’re in the locker room of Chris Casino and see him getting ready for his match with The Freak. He’s tapping up his hands when a knock comes at the locker room door.

CASINO: Yeah what?

We hear the door open and then the sounds of boot heels making their way towards Casino. The former World Champ looks up and grimaces.

CASINO: Oh man. What?

The camera pans over and we see the smiling ‘Mad Pimp’ Dr. Tittylover!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Sup n***a?

CASINO: Hey come on, you can’t say that anymore!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Whatever n***A. Look I got some news! Some sexy goodness just for you!

CASINO: Did the FBI catch up with you finally?

DR. TITTYLOVER: You ain’t got no match crackah, you get to spend all night with me. Oh yeah fool, I just signed a contract to wrestle again in REBEL bitch!

Casinos face falls.

CASINO: Ugh.

DR. TITTYLOVER: And even better? I made them book us in a tag match!

Casino does a double take.

CASINO: (hopefully) Against each other?

The Good Doctor sits next to Casino.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Naw fool. As PARTNERS!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO BITCHES!!!!!!!!!

Casino buries his faces in his hands.

DR. TITTYLOVER: I knew this would choke you up baby! You and I FOREVER!!!!!

A muffled groan.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Let it out boo…..Let it all out.

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ROB MARTINEZ: What news! Dr. Tittylover back in Rebel Pro!

COREY TAYLOR: Forgive me if I am less than enthused.

ROB MARTINEZ: Forgiven.

“My Michelle” and yup, the fans still hate this man, they still deeply hate this man. Marcus walks out from the back, sneering bigger than ever as Nicole Rhodes waves a fan to keep him cool in case of him overheating.

JENNY JERSEY: From Atlanta, Georgia, the hometown of Brian McCann who hit the three run bases clearing double in the Eighty-First MLB Allstar game, in which the National League beat the American League by a score of three to the American League’s pitiful one run… Six feet one inch, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds…. Being accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes… MARCUS MARION!

COREY TAYLOR: That is enough Jenny, brag brag brag.

ROB MARTINEZ: How much was the bet?

COREY TAYLOR: A month’s pay, plus I have to kiss a jackass on the next show.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ha…. ha… ha…(he is trying to hold it in)… haha… hahaha… hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

“Requiem for a Dream” hits up in the speakers as the black clad figure steps from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: From the City of Angels, the sight of the National Leagues stunning victory over the American League in this year’s Major League Baseball Classic, at six feet nine inches he weighs in at two hundred eighty-five pounds… XANDOR CROSS

COREY TAYLOR: She couldn’t resist could she?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not our fault you bet on the American League.

COREY TAYLOR: Well… shut up.

DING DING

Marcus stares up at Xandor, waiting for the seemingly Angelic man to make the first move. Xandor throws a right hand, Marcus is able to catch the wrist, a quick flip of the hips and Xandor is on his back. Marion is off the ropes, with a knee to the face, but Xandor catches the foot flipping Marcus into the corner. Marion bounces out of the corner, Xandor able to deliver a back body and Marion slams down on his back. Xandor is over quickly, but still seeming to stalk his prey as he pulls Marion up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a clean match so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah unusual, Xandor has usually cheated already.

Marion delivers a fist to Xandor’s genitals, doubling him over, no cup for this messenger.

ROB MARTINEZ: Until now.

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe that Xandor would voluntarily hit himself there to make it look like Marion did it.

Marion with a neckbreaker takes Xandor down onto his back where he covers quickly.

One…

Two…

Xandor gets a shoulder up to keep the match alive. Marion pulls Xandor up, Irish whip into the ropes. Xandor bounces off the ropes, flying forearm takes Marion backwards. Marion’s turn to bounce off the ropes, Xandor launches him high into the air. Marion turns mid-air, draping himself on Xandor’s back. Marion locks on a body scissor while locking in a sleeper hold. Xandor twists from side to side, increasing the torque.

COREY TAYLOR: Do the Angelic sleep?

ROB MARTINEZ: Why do you feel it necessary to mock someoen’s beliefs?

COREY TAYLOR: Because it is my job, my love, my addiction to drive you insane and to give you as much torment as I possibly can each and every week.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well… now that we’ve got that out of the way.

Xandor on one knee, fading really fast, Marion keeps the body scissor applied as Xandor is now on both knees. Xandor shoves backwards, Marion’s back slammed into the turnbuckle padding. Xandor falls forward, stumbling from the loss of oxygen to the brain. Marion is on the middle turnbuckle, he dives forward catching Xandor around the head with a flying headlock. Xandor twists his body, catching Marion around the waist, he turns it into an atomic drop. Marion holds at his backside as Xandor delivers a stiff kick to the back of marion’s skull that slams his face into the top turnbuckle. Xandor springs to the middle rope, spinning kick to the back of the skull has Marcus slumping face first in the corner. Xandor pulls Marion out of the corner, no expression on his face as he lifts Marcus up for a vertical suplex. Marion’s back is slammed into the canvas, Xandor gets back up, dropping a leg across his throat. He makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Marion able to get a shoulder up and prevent the loss. Xandor pulls him up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Xandor wanting to prove that he belongs in the hunt for a title.

COREY TAYLOR: Marion going to prove him wrong.

Xandor lifts Marion into position for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Marion counters with a DDT out of nowhere. Marcus pulls Xandor up to his feet, taking the time to throw in some major and hopefully match ending offense. Marion slams a knee into Xandor’s face before kicking the back of Xandor’s knees taking him down to one knee. Marion off the ropes, but Xandor shoves Marion skyward with a massive shove. Marion able to kick Xandor in the face as he comes down, but Xandor twitches at the last instant, it is a glancing blow. Marion slams into the canvas, Xandor looks around as if hearing something that only he can hear. Xandor turns around, Marion with a quick roll up and Jimmy slides into position.

One…

Two…

Lights out.

VOICE: Your time here, for now, is finished. Return to me Xandor.

Lights up, Jimmy and Marion still in position, but there is no Xandor in the pinning position.

ROB MARTINEZ: What The?

COREY TAYLOR: Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge?

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah…

COREY TAYLOR: Am I the only one that has goosebumps?

ROB MARTINEZ: nope, for once we agree.

Jenny slides into the ring, Jimmy walks over to her shrugging his shoulders. Marion looks around wanting to finish the match.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, Referee Jimmy Johnson has ordered this match to Marcus Marion.

The crowd boos, but honestly what is Jimmy Johnson to do?

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We return from commercial to Jenny Jersey in center ring, the crowd already buzzing about the next match.

COREY TAYLOR: And that’s why I’m never allowed back at Chucky Cheese.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dude. How do you LIVE with yourself?

COREY TAYLOR: How was I supposed to know that kid was deaf?

In… the ring… Jenny Jersey raises the mic to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for the MAIN EVENT of the evening?

The crowd goes INSANE! They know what’s coming up next!

JENNY JERSEY: Well then! Without further ado… This is the CHALLENGE MATCH!

The menacing, heavy metal tones of Killswitch Engage’s “As Daylight Dies” hits the speakers and the crowd, not recognizing the music, know who must be on their way!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! He weighed in tonight at an absolutely amazing THREE hundred TWENTY FIVE POUNDS, and stands at an absolutely astonishing SIX FEET SEVEN INCHES TALL! Accompanied to the ring by Jester the Ringleader, all the way from the DEMONIC CIRCUS! He IS! AKUMA! THE MALIGNANT!

Jester the Ringleader, mask, top hat, cape, the whole shebang, emerges from the curtain first, leading his charge, the giant Akuma the Malignant, to the ring. Akuma, angry as hell, growls with every breath as he walks impatiently to the ring. The Ringleader stays focused on the ring, Akuma repeatedly looks at his mentor, presumably for orders of some kind. Most of the crowd cheers for what Akuma did to Justin Case, but some don’t know what to think of Jester.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now, as you all undoubtedly know, this man, Akuma the Malignant, ran in and attacked Justin Case two weeks ago at Red, White, and Bruised, and again the week before at Aggression 10.

COREY TAYLOR: I still don’t know what his problem is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, if you remember, that man, Akuma, posed as Jacob Venar’s body guard when Justin Case challenged for the Aggression Championship, and the next week, Case proclaimed that he wanted revenge against the body guard. That request was Akuma’s loophole into the company, apparently, but Jester believed Case was stalling, so he sent in his charge to punish Justin Case.

COREY TAYLOR: How the hell do you know that?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m going to ignore that question. You were HERE when it all happened.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh yeah.

Jester the Ringleader walks in front of each of the officials tables and nods with respect as Akuma climbs over the top rope and into the ring. Jester stands at the ring apron, looking up at Akuma, and then to the curtain. “Troublesome ’96″ by Tupac Shakur hits the speakers and the fans immediately BOO the World Champion.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, making his way to the ring! From Edmonton, Alberta, CANADA! He weighed in tonight at TWO HUNDRED SIXTY FIVE POUNDS and stands at SIX FEET FIVE INCHES TALL! This will be a battle of the behemoths! HE IS YOUR WORLD CHAMPION! Accompanied to the ring by Hugh Aredone, “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

Justin Case hits the ramp, his belt slung over his talented shoulder, his manager Hugh Aredone limping in tow. Justin smirks at the crowd, taunting them, claiming that he’s just too talented.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now, remember, folks, that World Title will NOT be on the line in tonight’s contest because Justin Case refused Jester the Ringleader’s request to put the belt on the line in his promos.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because Justin Case is the man, Martinez! Akuma doesn’t DESERVE a shot at the world title, he’ll have to earn it just like Justin Case did!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case didn’t earn it, it was given to him because his number was drawn in the commissioner’s lottery. Do you ever think before you talk?

COREY TAYLOR: No, I usually just fling it out there.

Justin Case hands his belt off to the timekeeper who leaves it on his desk. Hugh Aredone stands across the ring from Jester on the outside as Case climbs in. Akuma looks like he might charge, but Jester commands him to “wait until the bell”. Referee Alan Stone checks Justin Case for weapons, goes to check Akuma, who snarls loudly and scares Stone back. He calls for the bell! Akuma looks at Jester, Jester looks back at Akuma, and with a smile, says…

“Go.”

CHARGE! Akuma hits the unsuspecting Case with a VICIOUS Lou Thesz press and starts riddling him with punches! Justin Case tries to cover up from the vicious onslaught of giant fists as Alan Stone is trying to regain order only seven seconds into the match!

ROB MARTINEZ: And the action is finally on! Look at that man, folks, you’d think him to be some sort of… animal.

COREY TAYLOR: I WANT HIM TESTED FOR PERFORMANCE ENHANCING DRUGS, THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

ROB MARTINEZ: He WAS tested, he was clean.

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN IT.

The Ringleader, chuckling gleefully, watches on as both Case and Stone are trying to get the monster to relent! Stone turns to the Ringleader and tells him that if he doesn’t get his client to relent, he will disqualify him. All business, the Ringleader orders Akuma to let Case up, and he begrudgingly obliges. Justin Case, shaken up, gets to his feet and recovers in the corner, Alan Stone keeping Akuma in his corner. The Ringleader says something to Akuma that the camera microphones pick up:

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Take it easy, Akuma, we’re not here to kill the man, we’re just here to beat him.”

Akuma growls, seething, but obliging calms down. Justin Case steps out from his corner, a defiant smirk on his face. Akuma lines up Case and the two men lock up in an elbow-and-collar tie up. Case is large, but Akuma has sixty pounds on the champ, and violently pushes him back against the corner. Alan Stone tries to break them up again.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Akuma, do as the official says.”

Akuma quickly obliges and angrily backs away from Case. Case, getting annoyed, now, shoulder tackles the monster, who staggers, but doesn’t go down. Case wastes no momentum, hitting the ropes and coming back with another STIFF tackle, but the monster stays on his feet. Justin Case goes for the ropes a third time and comes back INTO A BIG BOOT. Case goes down with a mouthful of size sixteen! Akuma growls as Jester laughs from the outside. Case is quickly back to his feet, but Akuma doesn’t skip a beat, grappling the Champion and THROWING him into the nearest ropes with AUTHORITY, coming back with a STIFF clothesline. Case holds his throat in pain, rolling around on the mat. Akuma reaches down and lifts Case to a vertical base. Out of desperation, Case goes for a JAB to the face!

COREY TAYLOR: DON’T DO IT!

TING!

OWW!

Akuma pops a kink in his neck as Justin Case holds his right hand in agony! Jester calls from the outside, Akuma wraps both giant hands around Case’s throat. UP. and DOWN! in the vicious double-handed choke bomb that Jester calls “Malignant Affliction”! Case lies on the mat while Jester orders Akuma to make the cover. Alan Stone counts!

ONE!

Strong kick-out at one and a half by the champion! Akuma stands angrily and lifts Case with him. Akuma SHOVES Case’s head under his arm and hits a MALICIOUS snap suplex. Case is hurt on that one, holding the small of his back in pain. Akuma is a little dizzy himself, all that blood rushing to his head. Akuma shakes his head, getting back into the match. He stands and starts STOMPING on Case as he holds his back, prone on the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma the Malignant in control thus far in the match.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s all right, Martinez, this is all part of the champ’s plan! Let Akuma THINK he’s in control, and then BAM. Just 2 Talented.

ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps, but Case seems to be in trouble here.

Jester says something to Akuma, who stops stomping on the prone Case, picks him up and irish whips him to the ropes, coming back with a CLOTHESLINE, ducked by Case! Case comes back on the rebound with a hopeful clothesline–KITCHEN SINK! Case is down holding his stomach, Akuma’s knee just being driven into his diaphragm. Meanwhile, on the outside, Hugh Aredone is trying to get his man back into the match as Jester laughs maniacally from across the ring. Aredone is watching Jester closely with contempt. Jester continues to feed Akuma orders, telling him to irish whip Justin Case to the ropes and hit him with a HUGE flapjack! Case is holding his forehead in pain! Case crawls to the ropes for support, but Jester tells Akuma not to let him get away. Akuma grabs Case by the ankle with one hand and DRAGS him to the middle of the ring! Akuma drops an elbow across the throat of Case! Akuma stands, taking Case with him. Jester says something to Akuma, but Case fights back! He goes to irish whip Akuma, who holds his ground, holding Case by the wrist, immovable! Akuma snarls at Case, who’s eyes are wide, and hits him with a DEVASTATING short arm clothesline! I’m running out of adjectives! But Akuma doesn’t let go! ANOTHER SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! And Akuma YANKS Justin Case to his feet with a THIRD short arm clothesline! Justin Case is DEAD! But Akuma isn’t pinning!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Akuma’s trademark three succession short-arm clotheslines that Jester calls “Perfect Attrition”. Akuma is ripping Justin Case APART right now.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s all a muse, Martinez, Case will snap out of it.

Perhaps not. Case is lying on the mat with glassy eyes as Akuma growls at him from a vertical base. Jester gets Akuma’s attention!

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Akuma. Go to the top.”

ROB MARTINEZ: Jester the Ringleader is calling for some kind of high risk maneuver from the monster! This may be over soon!

COREY TAYLOR: NO! GET UP CHAMP!

ROB MARTINEZ: What was that about a plan?

COREY TAYLOR: SHUT UP MARTINEZ!

Akuma the Malignant, glazed over black eyes full of nothing but MALICE, climbs to the top as Justin Case is stirring in center ring. Meanwhile, Hugh Aredone hobbles over to Jester who doesn’t see him coming! FWHACK! Cane shot to the HEAD knocks off Jester’s top hat and his frizzy-haired head hits the ground as Hugh Aredone laughs triumphantly. Akuma, hearing no order from Jester, turns to see what happened, but he DOESN’T SEE CASE COMING! Justin Case KNOCKS AKUMA OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE CONCRETE BELOW!

COREY TAYLOR: YES! Do you SEE, Martinez?

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case with an impressive comeback, but can he capitalize? Akuma the Malignant hit the ground hard, and he is hurt.

Akuma, angry, rolls to his feet on the floor, holding his lower back. Meanwhile, Justin Case has a chair! He swings, and DENTS THE CHAIR WITH AKUMA’S FACE! Akuma goes down again as Justin Case repeatedly whacks Akuma with the chair! In the meantime, Jester the Ringleader is back to his feet, cane in hand, and he replaces his top hat on his head.

HUGH AREDONE: “Come on, Mad Hatter! Off with your head!”

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “All right, then, Hugh. En garde!”

Jester wields his cane like a cutlass or rapier sword, pointing it at Hugh Aredone in a fencing stance. Hugh holds his cane with both hands, and the battle of the managers is on! Akuma, meanwhile, has been rolled back into the ring by an angry Justin Case who is going for the pin. Alan Stone counts!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Akuma kicks out! Even though Akuma just got hit with a barrage of chair shots, he still had the presence to kick out. Justin Case argues with referee Alan Stone that the count HAD to be three, but Stone is waving him off. Akuma is rolling back to his feet, still breathing and growling like an animal. Outside the ring, Jester and Hugh are dueling with canes, Jester, the more practiced hand, easily winning and disarming the injured Aredone, laughs right in his face as he WHACKS Huge Aredone with the cane, but the battle isn’t over yet! Jester stalks Aredone, a sickening smile on his face, as Justin Case is getting some momentum built up in the ring! Justin Case picks up the massive Akuma, and kicks him in the stomach! FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! OHMYEFFINGGOD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case showing some amazing strength and perseverance, here. Akuma is going to have to work hard to get back into it.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t it great? And with Jester all tied up outside, there’s not a thing he can do about it!

On the outside, Hugh Aredone slides a black bag into the ring from the outside. Case unzips it and pulls out a burlap sack. Looking inside it, a sick smile overtakes his face. Case pulls Akuma to the corner, and empties the contents of the bag in the middle of the ring.

TEN.

THOUSAND.

THUMBTACKS!

ROB MARTINEZ: This… could get interesting.

Case pushes Akuma up the turnbuckle and sets up for a superplex! There’s a battle on the top of the turnbuckle! Akuma and Case are trading rights and lefts!

AKUMA.

CASE.

AKUMA.

CASE.

AKUMA.

CASE.

CASE.

CASE.

CASECASECASECASECASE!

SUPERPLEX! IN! TO! THE! THUMBTACKS!

Both men are suffering after that move, Akuma taking the brunt of it, at least a thousand thumbtacks sinking deep into his flesh. And JUSTIN CASE… is SMILING!

COREY TAYLOR: This is where things get ugly for Akuma the Malignant, Martinez!

Akuma is hurting now! The collision in the ring causes Jester to look at his client. DISTRACTION WIN! Hugh Aredone hits Jester over the head with a BASEBALL BAT. JESTER IS DOWN! In the ring, Justin Case crawls over to his bag of goodies and pulls out… a STAPLE GUN. With blood trickling down his back from the thumbtacks, Case crawls over to Akuma and gets RIGHT in the beast’s face. Akuma looks up at Case with beady black eyes FULL of hate.

JUSTIN CASE: “YOU WON’T BEAT ME, CHEWBACCA! I’M JUST TOO TALENTED!”

KA-CHUNK!

Case shoots a staple into Akuma’s forehead! Akuma, holding his masked face, now held there by a staple, rolls to his feet and stands, a million thumbtacks piercing his back and head. Case follows, backing the animal into the nearest turnbuckle with several more staple shots into Akuma’s chest! KA-CHUNK! KA-CHUNK! KA-CHUNK! Akuma is trying to fight through his uncomfortable situation, but to no avail. CLICK. CLICK. Case is out of staples!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Case is finally out of staples.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn shame, too, I was enjoying that thing.

Case looks at the gun, shrugs, and BAM! He HITS Akuma over the head with the empty staple gun! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX and Akuma is BACK into the thumbtacks! On the outside, Jester is finally stirring, holding his head, angrily. Justin Case digs through the bag and pulls out… a CATTLE PROD! Justin Case walks over to the rising Akuma, swagger in his step, feeling the end! He lunges– SPEARSPEARSPEAR! CASE IS DOWN HARD IN THE THUMBTACKS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma with a desperation spear that Jester calls the “Arrow of Fate”. It looks like the tables have turned.

COREY TAYLOR: And Jester is back to his feet! Oh, boy, this can’t be good.

Jester, back to his feet, is beginning to give his charge orders again.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Akuma, I’ve had enough of this. PUNISH HIM.”

Akuma growls, turning his head slowly in the rising Case’s direction. Case looks back at Akuma, but charges to keep his momentum! Akuma gets Case in an inverted fireman’s carry! TORTURE RACK! THE ARMS OF DESPAIR! Case is flailing, referee Alan Stone asking him if he wants to submit. Case refuses loudly.

JUSTIN CASE: “NO!”

Akuma WRENCHES back on the hold, not stopping at making him tap, he wants to TEAR HIM IN HALF! Case continually refuses to tap out!

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Drop him, Akuma.”

Akuma flips Case over, FACE FIRST on the thumbtacks! Case writhes in pain, several thumbtacks stuck in his forehead, eyebrows, nose, lips, and chin, as well as his arms and chest. The canvas is being stained with the blood of BOTH men tonight! Hugh starts on Jester with the bat again, but Jester draws a sword hidden in his cane! He points it at Aredone, warning him to GET. BACK.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Akuma.”

Akuma looks at Jester, Case barely finding the strength to stand up.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “It’s time. Please perform All’s End.”

COREY TAYLOR: What does that mean?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think it means… it’s almost over, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, God… NO!

Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs! He puts one arm in between Case’s legs and LIFTS! UP! AND! DOWN! BLUE THUNDER BOMB! AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS! HE HOLDS HIM FOR THE COVER!

Alan Stone counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING!

THE CROWD GOES BAT SHIT!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your WINNER! AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma the Malignant wins in his debut tonight in a HUGE match against our own World Champion! What an amazing debut for the monster!

COREY TAYLOR: *crying*

Killswitch Engage hits the speakers! The crowd is chanting! “REBEL PRO! THANK YOU AKUMA! THANK YOU CASE! REBEL PRO!”

Akuma the Malignant rolls out of the ring to meet his mentor, Jester the Ringleader. Meanwhile, EMTs are rushing to the ring to check on Case, still down in the ring. EMTs try to check on Akuma, but Akuma and Jester both wave them off. Jester leads Akuma to the back, but he walks by the timekeeper’s table, eyeing Justin Case’s title belt. Jester looks at Akuma with a smile.

COREY TAYLOR: What’s he doing?

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: “Take it. He doesn’t deserve it.”

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Akuma is taking Justin Case’s title belt, Taylor. Case is not gonna like that when he wakes up.

Akuma obliges, taking the belt in his hand and walking out of the arena with it, following Jester all the way, millions of thumbtacks still lodged in his body.

COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do that! Security! Someone stop him!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re welcome to try to stop him, Taylor, if you want.

COREY TAYLOR: …

ROB MARTINEZ: There you have it, folks! One hell of a debut for Akuma the Malignant against the World Champ! All four of these men walk out of the arena beaten, bloody, and bruised, but that man, right there, is your winner! That’s all the time we have, folks! Thanks for joining us, and we’ll see you next week!

Black.

CREDITS
Justin Case Opening Segment – Joel
Casino segment – Brion
Jonothan Kurtis vs Damien Alexander – Brion
Xandor Cross vs Marcus Marion – Bean
Justin Case vs Akuma The Malignant – Jacob