Aggression 14 8-13-2010

BACK YARD BREED VS DEVIL’S DISCIPLES

This match was not really a contest at all as Jordi Davies and Kyle Tweed were set to start off against Devil’s Disciples in this Internet Match. Nigel was able to dance around Jordi as his partner was ducking under every blow that Kyle tried to land. The end came when the much larger team of Back Yard Breed caught the two vertically challenged wrestlers. Back Yard Breed then hit their finisher Born And Bred on both men to cement their victory.

Aggression 14
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

August 13, 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”

Justin Case 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”

Dr. Tittylover and Casino flash past in Tittylover’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”

Jimmy and Kevin Thorton both throw a double fist pounding a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Jordi Davies 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”

Akuma The Malignant takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

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

Jester The Ringleader: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

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

The scene changes to Dr. Tittylover with a bunch of females, hoes in his own words, they sit on his lap.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Dr. Tittylover: No Disqualifications.

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

Jacob Venar and Johnny Maverick stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

Johnny Maverick: 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 older brother Chad 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.”

The Misfits are drowned out by Killswitch Engage and their vicious heavy-metal “As Daylight Dies”. The fans buzz, knowing who is set to appear from that music. Out from the back walks Jester the Ringleader, dragging a sulking Akuma the Malignant closely behind by an iron collar and chain. Among heavy boos for the showing of disrespect and cruelty, Jester periodically yanks on his client’s chain, seemingly out of discipline. Once in the ring, Jester raises a microphone to his lips.

JESTER: Oh, shut up! What’s the matter with you people? What set you off this time? Animal CRUELTY? AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!

The maniacal laughter is extremely off-putting. Most of the crowd has quieted down, but some have continued to boo. Jester takes the opportunity to speak.

JESTER: THIS? This isn’t cruelty, this is PUNISHMENT. It seems that now we have to keep Akuma on a very SHORT leash, otherwise he can go and do something like he did last week. COST US THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.

Jester’s angry side is even worse than his happy side, the maniacal laughter and high-pitched voice drowned out by vicious growling and angry grunts. Akuma is at the end of his chain, trying desperately to keep his distance from his master.

JESTER: The next time our monster and Justin Case meet… We will see to it that he is put in a wheel chair for the remainder of his life for this treachery.

Through the boos, Jester rapidly calms down, clears his throat, and the Ringleader emerges. The Ringleader loosens his grip on the chain, giving Akuma slack. Akuma, however, no longer afraid, moves closer to his master.

RINGLEADER: Now, I didn’t come here to talk about Justin Case. In spite of the means, the ends did inspire in me some glimmer of respect for him. My original conquest was to rid Justin Case of a championship that he didn’t deserve, but now… Now I have come to realize that the World Title does belong around Justin’s waist… For now.

The Ringleader cringes, as though the words tasted terrible in his mouth. The fans cheer a little for the Ringleader’s change in mood.

RINGLEADER: But I did not come here to talk about Justin Case. No. I have come out here tonight, because in spite of last week, I have changed my mind. Akuma will not spend any time away from a REBEL ring, in fact… I have come to tell you that he will run wild through this company, unfathomable destruction in his wake. And it is to start… with Grandpa Gary.

The fans pop for the mention of the new Aggression champion.

RINGLEADER: Yes… Grandpa Gary… A man who recently bested the once mighty Marcus Marion to claim the vacant Aggression championship. Now, you see, despite your apparent love for this old man, he does not deserve the belt that he carries so closely. In fact, I’m not even sure the old codger is even aware of the fact that he is champion. That’s fine. Because before long, Akuma the Malignant will be the Aggression Champion, a champion that personifies the word “aggression” in every sense of the word. The only word I can think of that the Aggression Champion personifies is “pathetic”.

BOO! The Ringleader ignores them, waving them off.

RINGLEADER: Say what you want. Grandpa Gary is too old and too fragile to handle a monster of Akuma’s caliber. It won’t be long before Akuma puts him in the morgue where he belongs. Like I said, Akuma the Malignant is set to run wild through this company, destroying everything in his path, and the first to feel my monster’s wrath is Grandpa Gary. With the destruction of the old man, the Aggression Championship will find its place around the waist of a true champion, the personification of aggression, the Demon in Human form… AKUMA. THE MALIGNANT.

More boos as the Ringleader points his cane at his monster with a proud smile on his face. The Ringleader looks up at the entrance, leaning on his cane once again.

RINGLEADER: So, Grandpa Gary. Enjoy your rest. Soak up what glory you can from that piece of gold that you now undeservingly wear around your tattered waist. Because at Prove Your Worth, this September, you are going to be fighting, not only for your title, but for your life. Good day to you all.

Jester the Ringleader leads his client out of the ring and to the back, ignoring the crowd’s boos and jeers, Killswitch Engage ravaging the PA system.

Jenny looks at the retreating back of Jester and Akuma before stepping through the ropes and kind of flaunting what her mama gave her. Standing center ring, she brings the live microphone up to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: AND NOW!! This match is set for one fall!! First making his way to the ring…he is standing six foot three inches tall, weighing in at two hundred fourty pounds…..from Miller’s Trailer Park…..BOBBY LEE!!!

” I hear the voices ” by Uriah Heep hits up

Out from behind the curtain comes Bobby Lee to cheers and laughter.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is this guy wearing?!! Ladies and Gentlemen he is coming to the ring dressed in complete aluminum foil, and looking at my notes, its because he wants to reflect radiation and mind control devices from the Government?! This guy is wacko!!

COREY TAYLOR: He’s just waiting for the aliens to come and pick him up for another experiment, Rob. Don’t judge him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Its hard not to, but at any rate, as he makes his way into the ring, Jenny Jersey is set to announce the next competitor.

Lee stands in the middle of the ring, raising his arms and speaking in tongues. The crowd laughs as Jenny steps in front of him.

JENNY JERSEY: AND NOW!! Making his way to the ring at this time….he stands six foot three and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds!!…….” The Prototype “…….Charles Bryant!!!

” Im not afraid ” by Eminem hits up

Out from the back comes ” The Portotype ” to a nice pop from the fans

ROB MARTINEZ: Making his way to the ring, Charles Bryant looks like a million bucks out there, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, a million bucks never looked worse!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop!!

Bryant makes his way onto the apron as he wipes his feet and slips throw the ropes into the ring. He stands on the second turnbuckles posing for the cheering crowd.

As the opponents eye each other up in the ring. Lee asks if the referee will check Bryant for mind control devices, he obliges.

Bryant begins to sike himself up as he circles the ring, except Bobby Lee just stands there looking up at the sky.

The ref calls for the bell

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: I have this funny feeling this isnt going to be a long match

COREY TAYLOR: You could be surprised

ROB MARTINEZ: I hope you’re right

Bryant goes to grabble up with Lee as Lee just jogs on the spot. With Bryant left scratching his head its Bobby Lee with a palm strike. That only makes Bryant mad as he goes on the offence. Its Charles with an inverted atomic drop followed by a running single leg dropkick and quick running senton! Not taking any time its ” The Prototype ” with more abuse on his opponent. Over the head belly to belly suplex followed by a snap scoop powerslam! As his opponent lay hurt, its Bryant playing up to the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: Its Charles Bryant here with all the momentum in the early stages of the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Just you wait, Bobby Lee will soon get messages from the far and beyond as he fights off the american Government!

As Charles comes at his opponent suddenly its Lee with some action. Bobby goes on the offence by crawling in between ” The Prototype’s” legs and running around the ring as Bryant runs after him. Its Lee with some more offence by pulling out his own hair as the fans laugh. Charles continuely chases after Lee as Bobby runs, jogs and sprints all around the ring. Suddenly Bryant has had enough. SPINEBUSTER HITS!! Bobby Lee down! Connecting with an F5!! Its Charles with the cover, hooking the leg.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

DING DING

Eminem hits up

JENNY JERSEY: AND YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL…..” THE PROTOTYPE ” CHARLES BRYANT

ROB MARTINEZ: I dont think it was a shocker with the ending of this match

COREY TAYLOR: Im flabbergasted!!

We fade to a commercial for Rebel Pro’s “Prove Your Worth” to air September 3, 2010. The advertisement states that tickets are going on sale this Tuesday for the normal $15 for front row, $10 for rows 4-10, and general admission tickets are $5. We fade back from commercial.

ROB MARTINEZ: Corey what do you think about the news of Marina being the next in line for a World Title shot?

COREY TAYLOR: Well, she doesn’t deserve it. She is a whore, she doesn’t deserve it, but she does make me wanna…

ROB MARTINEZ: Alright folks, glad that you are back from commercial…

My Michelle by GNR assaults the crowd. It has been several weeks since the former World Champion has given a formal address; nevertheless, he’s set to break that silence – and give one tonight. Marion, along with his chief in command cheerleader, Nicole Rhodes, make their way down the aisle.

Gee, kids, watch the trash hurl at the speed of thought. The signs immediately go up, almost as if this was tradition. “DIE MARION DIE!” or “MARION FEARS BLOOD” are chic and in style on the evening. Angrily, Marion tugs his arm away from fans trying to get a piece of him. He steps into the ring, and is afforded a mic by the ring announcer. The Bad Girl services her man by standing off to the side of him.

MARCUS MARION: You dirty apes are STILL the same. Still, every single one of you, hang on to my every word as if it was the law of the land. A new form of celebrity-ism. Let’s face facts, I know that bumpkin Chad Kurtis is set to step into this ring tonight, but guess what? Just like he’s STILL waiting for another crack at the World title, two months later, what’s another fifteen minutes? He can wait a little longer.

The fans get a little restless.

There’s a Phantom of the Opera in Rebel Pro that likes to attack unsuspecting people after matches. While that normally is my M.O., judging by the way you simpletons cheered him while he attacked yours truly, I’ll go out on a limb and assume he’s your new knight in shining armor. Well, Blood, or whatever it is that you call yourself: You are going to have to answer for Armed Assault (Peering to the back). Come down to this ring, right now.

Marion lowers the mic, his intense emerald greens bore a hole toward the back, the same back where Blood doesn’t make his appearance from.

Coward. Just as I figured. It’s just like you to hit me from behind, when you are hogged up on adrenaline. You saw a way to reemerge into Rebel, by attacking the NEW biggest name in the company, and you ran after it like a Labrador after a frisbee. You are lame and predictable. You crouch in the shadows like a Boogeyman. Your a flash in the pan here in Rebel. These idiots in the front row seats all the way to the overflow will cheer your name for three months, then you’ll be gone. So, if you came here for a fight, I suggest you pick it right now.

With that, Marion takes off his watch and throws it to the ground.

You don’t come into MY company and cheap shot the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion. You better grow eyes in the back of your head. Beef up your security if you have to…

Marion loosens the cuffs on his shirt, then unbuttons the top, throwing it to the ground.

…There’s nothing that’s going to stop me from sticking my boot down your throat.

Marion violently throws down the mic in the ring, to a negative reaction from the crowd. He then stalks away with the Bad Girl towards the ropes.

“I Get It” hits in the speakers and Marion stops in his tracks. No other sound is heard, but something is falling from the rafter.

COREY TAYLOR: What is that?

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like… a mask.

A mask resembling that of Blood’s is lowered down, seemingly invisible from the rafters. Marion looks at the entrance way, not going to be sucker punched while his attention is turned. The mask lowers perfectly in front of Marion’s face, obscuring his view of the entrance curtain. Marion rips the mask down before tossing it down and proceeding to beat the hell out of it.

Marion drops an elbow on the mask, then begins to stomp away at it before lifting it up and throwing it down in the center of the ring. He spins back around, facing the entrance lopid cholesterol way, rage filling his every feature. Marion smirks as he exits the ring, knowing that Blood is too much of a coward to come down and face him. The crowd jeer and boo Marion the entire way.

Jenny stands up, microphone in hand as we are ready for the next match.
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship…

The instrumental version of “Creeping Death” by Metallica comes into the speakers as the crowd give this team some love, but it is more hate than anything else.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and eighty pounds, the team of Jimmy and Kevin Thorton… DEVIL’S NATION!

Jimmy and Kevin enter the ring, placing a bottle of blood in their corner.

“Lead Into Demise” hits up, but a it is led off by a screeching bird call. Out from the back to a huge cheer is the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions of the World, they are Jacob Venar, Johnny Maverick… JUGGERNAUTS, BITCH!

Johnny is surprised at this reaction after what he did last week, but perhaps they feel he just got caught up in the moment.

DING DING

Jacob rushes forward, front kick right to Jimmy’s face sends him back into his partner. Johnny runs, Jacob bends over, Johnny launches himself over Jacob to land a dropkick right to Kevin’s face. Kevin lands in the corner, Jacob launches himself off Johnny’s back slamming a knee right into Kevin’s throat. Kevin bounces out of the corner after the impact, Johnny flips him on over with a martial arts throw; Kevin lands on his back. Jimmy lands a right hand to Jacob’s jaw, but Venar is right there with a right hand of his own. Jacob with a chop to the chest of Jimmy, but he fires back with a right hand sendsing Jacob backwards.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Tag Team Champions are bringing the fight tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: What a fight!

Jacob right, Jimmy right, Johnny witha kick to his kidneys breaks the right rhythym of the fight. But here comes Kevin back into the mix as he plows through Johnny sending him through the ropes. Johnny fires rights and lefts as wll as some sharp elbows as he and Kevin roll around on the outside. Jacob slaps on a side headlock, but Jimmy sends him into the ropes. Jacob releases the wear down hold, and bounces in the ropes. Venar returns as Jimmy lowers his head. Back Body sends Jacob down, Jimmy in the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Eighties style big leg drop!

COREY TAYLOR: You know, some of this stuff does get old after a while.

Jimmy leans over Jacob.

SMALL PACKAGE!

One…

Two…

Jimmy rolls through, but there is no longer a pin as he and Jimmy are exchanging fistycuffs in the center of the ring. On the outside Johnny is thrown into the ringpost, but he kicks back with his feet blocking the post and slams his head into Kevin’s chest instead. Kevin goes down, surprised at this man’s agility. Johnny rolls onto his knees and smiles at the violence. Johnny and Kevin square off again. Kevin with a sweeping haymaker, Johnny ducks under flipping hiimself backwards with a belly to back suplex. Kevin slams into the concrete around the ring. Johnny rolls up to his feet, but this man is one tough cookie as Kevin is trying to pull himself up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Johnny can respect toughness as he is one of the toughest people in the business today.

ROB MARTINEZ: He loves this business.

Johnny helps Kevin back up, forearm to the throat, but Kevin fires a right fist into Johnny’s midsection. Kevin with a second, a third, and Kevin now whips Johnny face first into the ringpost. Back in the ring Jimmy lifts Jacob up with a vertical suplex, planting him on his back with a heavy thud. Jimmy off the ropes again, another big leg drop. Jimmy covers for the pin.

One…

Two…

Jacob with a shoulder up, the crowd is surprised at the vigor nexium 40mg shown by the challengers here tonight. Jimmy whips Jacob into the corner, Venar stumbling out after the impact, and Jimmy is there to grab him around the throat to lift him vertical with a chokelift. Jacob kicks him right in the chest, Jimmy stumbles back but maintains the hold. Johnny into the ring with a save as he slams both shoulders into Jimmy’s knees. Kevin steps into the ring giving chase to Johnny who is off the ropes already. Kevin lowers his head, but Johnny telegraphs with a swift kick right to his face. Kevin stands back up, blood trickling from the cut over his right eye. Johnny doesn’t notice as he is already off the ropes again, leaping up high off the springboard with a roundhouse kick right to Kevin’s temple that sends him into Jacob’s German suplex bridge pin.

One…

Two…

Jimmy Thorton with a kick to Jacob’s ribs breaks the hold, but Johnny won’t let it happen again. Maverick flies through the air with a flying clothesline, Jimmy catches him. Lawn dart to the outside. Johnny catches the top rope! Johnny flips himself back into the ring and somehow manages to perch himself on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my gawd what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: The ladies say that he has many great moves.

Johnny leaps forward with a bicycle kick, Jimmy’s chin catches one and he stumbles over Jacob who rolls him up for a pin.

One…

Two…

Thre

Kevin in with a save, as Johnny was picking himself back up off the canvas. Johnny rushes forward, Kevin with a spear.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a spear!

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny has got to be missing a boot!

Johnny lands on his back, Kevin on top of him against the far ropes from Jacob and Jimmy. Kevin is back up as Jacob is kicking away at Jimmy’s body, here comes Kevin. Powerful elbow to the back of Venar’s head takes him into the corner. Jacob turns around, Jimmy Irish whips Kevin into Jacob. Jimmy follows in with a big body splash onto Jacob who is in a world of hurt now. Jimmy lifts Jacob up into the air gorilla press slam and Kevin lands a leg drop. But here comes Johnny back into the fray with a flying elbow strike combo. One elbow catches Kevin solidly sending him down to the ground. Jacob is woozy and Jimmy is back up, he lifts Johnny up from behind. Johnny with a kick right to Jimmy’s mouth. Jimmy lowers Johnny a bit to land his feet on the ropes. Johnny flips backwards onto Jimmy’s shoulders, hurricanrana to center ring. Jacob off the top turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Spread! My! Wings!

Johnny and Jacob cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…. Johnny Maverick, Jacob Venar… Juggernauts, Bitch!

“May I have your attention please?!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Isn’t that…

COREY TAYLOR: Chris Casino and that other guy… oh what’s his name?

‘Ladies & Gentlemen’ by Saliva hits the speakers and the crowd pops!!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh Lord…..

From behind the curtain, ‘The Mad’ Pimp’ Dr. Tittylover practically jumps out from the back to a big ovation from the crowd. He looks like he just stepped out of a 70′s blaxplotation movie. Tight leather pants, a fishnet shirt and high heel zebra print boots. A bitch on each arm, one black, one asian, both fat. He stops midway towards the ring and looks over his shoulder.

COREY TAYLOR: Why would REBEL management allow this….This…Thing come back to REBEL? Rob!? Are you dancing?

ROB MARTINEZ: What? No. My pants are scratchy.

Rather reluctantly, the other half of Cash N’ Ass steps out from the back. ‘The Future’ Chris Casino. He gets a nice pop but he looks as if he could give a shit. He slowly makes his way towards the ring, scowl on his face and dressed in his ring gear. Jacob and Johnny stare in disbelief as Dr. Tittylover and Casino make their way down to the ring. Jimmy and Kevin Thorton roll under the bottom rope and head to the back past Dr. Tittylover and Casino. The big hoes open the ropes to allow Tittylover to step into the ring but Casino simply slides in under the ropes and puts plenty of distance between him and the ‘women’, while keeping an eye on Venar and Maverick.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh God, Tittylover has a live mic!

Indeed he does. A custom made platinum jeweled microphone. The crowd is wildly chanting ‘Titty! Titty! Titty!’ much to the chagrin of Casino and laughter of Maverick and Venar.

DR. TITTYLOVER: That’s right bitches! Cash N’ Ass are all up in this bitch!!!

A loud roar from the crowd.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Now me and my partner are out here for one reason. Da bling baby! You see tonight these Devils Nation fools are gettin’ the title shot that me and Chris should be gettin’! Last month, me and my boy beat the tag champs in a nexiumonline-generic.com non title match so why ain’t we gettin’ the title shot tonight?

Jacob and Johnny shrug, it isn’t their fault that Gordon booked this match instead of it being Cash And Ass. Tittylover looks around at the crowd before his eyes lock on the current Rebel Pro Tag Team Champs. Casino is looking down at the mat, not wanting to be associated with Tittylover, but wanting his shot at the Tag Champions nevertheless.

DR. TITTYLOVER: It’s cause we’re both poor black men!

Casino’s head snaps up, shock all over it. Casino mouthing “Man, don’t start a freaking racist thing now.” Johnny and Jacob can’t believe it either, after all they are equal oppurtunity ass whoopers.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Damn n***as! We got us a black president now! I say end the hate! Give us a title shot! We deserve those titles! We need them titles! We’re representin’ the black community and they need heroes who….

Casino snatches the mic out of Tittylovers hand, shaking his head the entire while. Casino knows the possible reprocussions for starting a race riot, but the crowd aren’t getting upset, they love them some… Tittylover.

CASINO: Look. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be paired with this crazed sex fiend. But if I have to (pauses) and I do, I’m not going to sit back and watch as other teams like The Devils Nation or The Juggernaut fools leapfrog over us. Next week, I don’t care who the champ are, I want a shot at the belts.

DR. TITYLOVER: They holdin’ us down!

“Whoa fellers, wait just a minute here.”

The crowd roar as from the back comes Larry Gordon, live mic in hand and a hurried expression on his face.

LARRY GORDON: “Its my fault you guys didn’t get booked in this Tag Team Title match.”

Gordon doesn’t come nearer the ring.

GORDON: “See, I thought you might want the week off Chris to rest since you’ve pretty much been going nonstop and well… I had to discuss some things with PWA over Dr. Tittylover’s altercation with a member of their roster. In all of the maylay, the paperwork just didn’t get done, its my fault.”

Shock, an owner admitting fault? Unheard of.

Casino shoves his ‘partner’ away.

CASINO: So give us what we want and no one has to die.

GORDON: “You both want a shot at those belts? Well they had to be defended tonight, but tell ya what.”

He pauses.

GORDON: “You get a shot at “Prove Your Worth” where one team will prove their worth as Tag Team Champions.”
‘The Mad Pimp’ snatches the mic away. Gordon turns his back and walks out of the arena.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Oh, this shit just got real!

Casino is already headed out of the ring when their music hits. Tittylover turns back to Jacob and Johnny, a smirk on his platinum grill.

DR. TITTYLOVER: “In case you ain’t heard crackahs… Tittylover 3:16 says “We just pimped yo ass!”

He drops the mic.

We head to commercial where a highlight of the trip with the troops fills the screen. All of the wrestlers sign autographs, even if some of them do it reluctantly. Now the troops fill the screen.

“Thank You Rebel Pro!”

Back to the live action in the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall….

“I Get It” by Chevelle hits the speakers and the REBEL crowd gives a big nostalgic pop!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his REBEL return, he hails from Tokyo, Japan and weighs in at 245 pounds….Bloooooooooood!!!!

Blood emerges from the back and the REBEL fans give him a great reaction. He makes his way to the ring, intensity is written all over his face.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“IT AIN’T COCKY MOTHER F**KER IF YOU CAN BACK IT UP!!!!” blasts through the speakers and the pop Blood received was NOTHING compared to this!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Paducah, Kentucky and weighing in at 230 pounds, ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!!

The roof almost comes off the building as Chad emerges from the back! He’s all smiles as he greets his fans on his way towards the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: God I HATE this guy. Ugh.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jealous much?

Kurtis stops halfway to the ring and turns to look over his shoulder. Big Matthew, Axel and even Billy come out from behind the curtain to a prolonged ovation. Chads grin gets bigger as he gives them the thumbs up and slides into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Chad brought some bluegrass backup!

Billy sits next to the announce table and a few feet away Matthew and Axel take up seats as well. The camera suddenly switches to an odd sight. A fan wearing a hood is sitting at ringside. The camera lingers on the image for a moment before going back to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: What the? You bring your gimp to work again Rob?

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and Blood and Kurtis cautiously circle each other. The lock up in the center of the ring and Blood quickly locks on a side headlock. Kurtis backs Blood against the ropes and shoots him off. Kurtis drops down and Blood leaps over him. Kurtis nails a dropkick to Blood as he rebounds off the ropes! Blood quickly scrambles back to his feet and takes a deep arm drag that snaps him to the mat. Again Blood is up to his feet and once more takes a Ricky Steamboat style arm drag to the mat. This time Kurtis holds onto the arm and sinks in a armbar. Blood rolls through, gets to his feet and backs Kurtis into the ropes. With his free arm he pops Kurtis with a forearm shot. A second forearm causes Kurtis to break the arm bar and he finds himself shot off the ropes. One man flap jack onto Kurtis! Blood quickly shots the half nelson and rolls Kurtis over for the pin! Chad kicks out at 2 and blood quickly slaps on a rear chinlock.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both these men seeing what the other has. A feeling out process.

The fans start up a ‘Chad!

Chad!’ chant and Kurtis fights up to his feet! The rear chinlock slips into a side headlock and Blood cranks up the pressure. Kurtis hooks Blood and takes him up and down hard to the mat with a side suplex! Blood amazingly Paroxetine generic retains his grip and the referee sees that his shoulders are on the mat. After two slaps onto the canvas from the referee Blood quickly releases the hold. The two men roll away from each other and quickly scramble to their feet. Chop across the chest from Blood! A chop in return from Kurtis!

Chop from Blood!

Chop From Kurtis!

Chop from Blood!

Chop From Kurtis!

Blood, his chest glowing red from the chops, ducks under the oncoming strike from Kurtis. Jawbreaker from Blood stuns Chad! Inverted atomic drop from Blood has Kurtis reeling! Blood hits the ropes and Chad greets him with a kick to the gut! Kurtis quickly hooks Blood and snaps off a northern lights suplex! Chad bridges and Alan Stone gets a count of two before Blood kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: It’ll take more than that to keep Blood down!

ROB MARTINEZ :Well if anyone can do it, it’s Chad!

COREY TAYLOR: Ugh.

Chad pulls Blood off the canvas and sends him into the far corner. Blood reverses it and it’s Chad who is sent hurtling into the corner. Bluegrass Breeze from Chad lays out Blood! Chad quickly hooks a leg as he goes for a cover but Blood gets up a shoulder at 2 & 3/4ths! Chad pulls Blood off the canvas and sends him into the ropes. Kurtis drops his head a moment to early and Blood is able to put on the breaks and snap off a swinging neckbreaker. Blood watches as Chad pulls himself up and then goes in for the kill. Boot to the gut of Kurtis doubles over. Double underhook sitout powerbomb from Blood! Alan Stone gets a two count before Kurtis kicks out. Blood quickly pulls Chad back to his feet and drives a forearm shot into his face. Blood hooks Chad and attempts a suplex only to have it blocked. Again Blood with the suplex and again it’s blocked! Chad drives a knee into the ribs of Blood and pulls him down into position for the CK Finale! Blood counters with a backdrop! Blood pulls Chad up, shoots him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline! Chad ducks under the arm, hooks it, spins around and drives Blood down to the mat with a float over DDT! Chad takes a moment to shake his head clear and then quickly heads towards the near turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here it comes!

BEST.

MOONSAULT.

EVER!!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! It’s gotta be over!

Kurtis hooks the leg but Blood kicks out at 2! Chad looks shocked but quickly regains his composure. Chad sets himself and waits as Blood slowly pulls himself to his feet. Chad hits the ropes and goes for a springboard crossbody. It’s countered by Blood into a snap powerslam! Instead of a cover, Blood jerks Chad to his feet and hoists him up and hits a spine shattering backbreaker! With a sly smile, Blood pulls Chad back to his feet and begins to hit a series of repeated backbreakers across the knee! The crowd counts along with the backbreakers and they make it to five before Blood stops long enough to leave Kurtis bent across his knee in a submission hold! The referee asks but Chad yells, ‘NO.’ Blood pulls Chad off his knee and shoots him into the ropes. Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Blood! Again the chant of ‘Chad! Chad! Chad!’ start to echo through the building. Blood watches as Chad expends energy getting to his feet on his own power and then pounces on him. Ura-nage from Blood! Blood goes for a cover but Chad gets up a shoulder.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad is gonna need a hover-round after all the punishment his back has taken!

Blood is back to his feet and hooks the legs of Chad. Kurtis tries to fight it but Blood rolls him over into a Boston crab! Chad is shaking his head ‘No’ and starts to crawl towards the ring ropes. Blood pulls Chad away from the ropes and sinks back into position with his submission hold. Chad raises a hand and it hovers inches above the mat! Chads hand almost taps and he squeezes his hand into a fist. The crowd noise is deafening as Kurtis starts to push himself up using his hands. Chad is pushing away Blood but the submission hold is still locked on. Out of nowhere Chad is able to slip his body under Blood and pull off a small package! Referee Alan Stone counts to 2&3/4ths before Blood kicks out! Blood looks shocked that he was almost pinned! Blood starts to pull Chad off the mat when he takes a brutal European uppercut! Desperation headbutt from Chad! Kurtis quickly hooks Blood!

CK FINALE!!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: CK FINALE! It’s over! All he needs to do is pin him!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey what the Hell….

Before Chad can attempt a cover a commotion from the crowd causes the camera to pan over. The hooded man in the crowd is standing up! Chad sees him and points him out to the referee. The Hooded Man tries to climb over the railing but is quickly stopped by both Matthew and Axel! Even referee Alan Stone is on the outside trying to see what the Hell is going on.

COREY TAYLOR: God I hate stupid fans! Just let him over so we can all take shots on him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corey!

Chad has crawled over to the ropes and watches as REBEL security, Matthew & Axel are all grouped around the Hooded man and are trying to get him out of the crowd and away from the railing. From the far side of the ring J-Kurt slides into the ring with a chair! Chad is up to his feet and hears someone shouting at him from behind. Chad turns and takes a brutal chairshot from J-Kurt! Chad staggers on wobbly legs and J-Kurt drops him with another vicious chairshot! J-Kurt quickly rolls out of the ring and then makes a run for it as Axel and Matthew give chase! Blood is up and has no idea of the mayhem that’s just transpired. He staggers around the ring, still feeling the effects of the CK Finale and spots Chad Kurtis. Chad is a bloody mess and is using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. The referee slides back into the ring just as Blood hoists Chad up onto his shoulder. It looks like Blood could be going for a snake eyes but we’ll never know as from nowhere another person slides into the ring. This one has a lead pipe in his hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! First that bastard….

COREY TAYLOR: Hey!

ROB MARTINEZ: First that…Scum…J-Kurt sticks his nose into his brothers business and now Marcus?

COREY TAYLOR: This is Marcus getting payback for last week!

Marcus Marion cracks the pipe across the knee of Blood and it causes two things to happen. The first is that Chad is dropped to the mat in a heap and the second is that Blood collapses onto the mat holding his knee in pain! Smirking, Marcus again cracks the kneecap of Blood with the pipe! Marion shoves the referee out of the way and watches with amusement as Kurtis pulls himself up to his feet. A bloody Chad turns and takes a shot to the skull from Marcus! Chad drops down, his arm lands across the chest of Blood! Marion smiles at the carnage he’s inflicted and rolls out of the ring. The referee surveys the situation, sees the arm draped over the chest of Blood and goes for the count!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on!

The referee raises the arm of a bloody and dazed Chad Kurtis and despite how the win came, the fans still love him!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match……’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!!

Matthew, Billy and Axel all join a bloodied Chad back in the ring and fill him in on what just happened. The look in Chads eyes tell the tale.

The war has just started.

COREY TAYLOR: What is going on with all of the interferences?

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe we can find out next week, but for Aggression this week this is Corey Taylor and Rob Martinez saying so long from Durham North Carolina.