Aggression #2

Aggression Arena

Durham, North Carolina

April 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 low dose viagra 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.”

The reigning REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Dirty Money, start off the show by standing in the center of the ring doing their best to ignore the abuse from the fans. KKP has the tag team belts, one slung over each shoulder, while Casino has a live microphone. Much to the dismay of the fans.

CASINO: You sweaty trailer monkeys can boo all you want to, but at the end of the evening Dirty Money is STILL your World Tag Team Champions!!!

Obviously this upsets the dirty trailer monkeys in the crowd who turn the heat up to an eleven.

CASINO: KKP and I are not out here for your amusement, although seeing us standing before you will no doubt be the highlight of not only your evening, but possibly your sad miserable lives! No, we’re out here to talk about how last week I called out “No Show’ Chad Kurtis and what happens? His big goon brother shows up and attempts to make a name for himself! Tonight, I’m going to offer Chad one more chance to show that placebo viagra he’s not the coward I’ve always claimed him to be. So Chad, get your ass….

“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf hits the PA and the crowd explodes! Matthew Kurtis stalks out from the back and heads for the ring as Dirty Money look less than pleased. Kurtis climbs into the ring and looks down at the Tag Champs.

CASINO: Wait! What are doing out here? I told you last week, it’s your brother I want to smack around not you chump! Go fetch Chad!

Matthew snatches the microphone from Casino!

KURTIS: I’m sick of hearing you go on and on about my brother Chris! If I were you I’d worry more about the 6’11, 320 pound ‘Bluegrass Badass’ that’s standing right in front of you!

The crowd goes nuts as Kurtis shoves the microphone into the chest of a pissed looking Casino.

CASINO: You’re just jealous! Envious of me and what I’ve done! Hell, I’ve accomplished more in a few months in REBEL that you have in years! You wanna match? I say….

Casino looks around and the fans are sitting on the edge of their chairs.

CASINO: Go to Hell Bluegrass White Trash!!!

KKP suddenly shrugs off the belts from the shoulders and rushes Kurtis!

Kurtis side steps The Krusty One and sends him sailing over the top rope!

Casino attacks from behind with rights and lefts! Kurtis is trying to cover up but Casino is landing some stiff blows! Casino backs Kurtis against the ropes and shoots him off!

It’s reversed!

Kurtis catches Casino with a goozle as he comes off the ropes!

A Huge Choke Slam! Casino bounces off the mat like a basketball and Matthew covers him! Kurtis slaps the mat with his hand as the fans count along!

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd explodes and Kurtis quickly rolls out of the ring as KKP slides inside, chair in hand. Kurtis is smiling broadly as he backs away from the ring.

Inside KKP is checking on his partner and we can hear Casino muttering to anyone who will listen, ‘Didn’t count! That didn’t count! That wasn’t a real match!’

ROB MARTINEZ: Score it 2-0 in favor of Kurtis
COREY TAYLOR: It didn’t count!

Brion’s Bate and Tackle flashes up on the screen where an extremely overweight woman is sitting in a rocking chair that is fixing to give up the ghost at any moment.

“I like to fish and when I need some tackle I call Brion, he hooks me right up.”

The woman spits a wad of tobacco juice into the pond water before smiling and licking her gums.

“BURN”

“I Am The Arsonist” fills the speakers as from the back to a pop is Jacob Venar. He makes his way down to the ring, a determined look on his face as he

slaps the hands of the fans along his way. Stepping up the steps, he takes a moment to look around at the assembled crowd before stepping through the ropes

and into the ring where he receives the microphone from Jenny Jersey. Clearing his throat, he begins.

VENAR: “You know… I’ve always been a part of REBEL Pro Wrestling. Even after leaving, there was a part of me that just couldn’t deny the rush.”

The crowd is in to this, but wondering what the point is.

VENAR: “I realized that I still desired the one glory in this business that I was never allowed. The REBEL Championship. And I truly believe I could be

a contender sometime very soon.”

A look of disgust crosses his face for a moment.

VENAR: “But you see, the thing is, I haven’t been able to prove myself. Week after week, REBEL management books me as the doormat for REBEL rookies and

newcomers.”

He looks around once more.

VENAR: “I would rather lose a good battle than win a bad one. I need a real challenge. I need to prove that I belong here, taking on the best, because

lately… People just haven’t been believing it.”

He looks again to the crowd, fixing to say something that will get them up. He looks toward the curtain.

VENAR: “I am asking for one of you, any of you in the back right now, for this opportunity. (BLEEP) that. I’m calling you out. At the next Aggression,

I–”

“Alcohol” hits up in the speakers as from the back to enormous booing is a man so hated by the fans here in Rebel Pro that a year after his departure they

still can’t stand him. Bubba J has a live mic in his hand and a confident smirk on his face.

BUBBA: “You know something Jacob…”

He stares to the fans, hatred on his face.

BUBBA: “I was waiting on you to say anyone once I figured out what your ass was talking about. You come out here and face people that are easy wins

but yet you complain.”

Venar cuts him off.

VENAR: “It’s not about easy wins. I’m sure someone of your caliber, and,” ahem, “Reputation will take what you can get. But it’s different for me.”

Bubba J sneers.

BUBBA: “Damn right I will. Seems that you should rack up the wins while you can because when you do move up in the rankings… you’ll quickly slide back down and wish you

could have some easy wins.”

Venar is quick to retort.

VENAR: “Oh, you mean like you?”

A steady OOOOOH fills the arena as Bubba J chuckles at Venar and steps into the ring.

BUBBA: “Damn right son, get it while the gettin’s good I always say. But Jacob… you want to face a veteran of Rebel Pro? You want to face a former two time Rebel Pro Heavyweight Champion?”

He is right up in Venar’s face, who for his part isn’t backing up at all.

BUBBA: “A co-winner of the 2008 Rebel Pro Best of the Best tournament Winner? A member of the most dominant stable in Rebel Pro history?! A man who sent

Rex Caliber packing by the mere presence of my name in these hallowed walls?!”

Venar glares back at Bubba J, literally nose to nose.

VENAR: (slowly) “This company needs no history lesson, Bubba.”

Venar continues staring into Bubba J’s eyes as the crowd is booing The Ragin’ Redneck.

BUBBA: “You think you got the nuts to beat me?! You think you got the nuts to challenge me?!”

Venar takes a deep breath, an intense glare in his red eyes.

VENAR: “I. Am not. Afraid. Of you.”

Bubba J smirks, drops the mic and with a boot to the midsection he follows it up with the stunner he calls The Trailer Park Trash. Bubba J drops down onto

his hands and knees, right in Venar’s face with the live mic.

BUBBA: “Challenge… accepted… bitch…”

Bubba J rolls up to his feet, throwing the crowd a double Eagle before stepping through the ropes to the outside and backing up the aisle way. He turns

around to walk away, but then hears the crowd begin to pop LOUD. Bubba J turns around to see Venar, on his knees, in the middle of the ring, not letting Bubba J get the best of him.Jacob is glaring up at Bubba J through red eyes, full of rage and hatred, and Bubba J’s face spreads in a wicked grin before he shoves him a special double Eagle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh! My! God!

COREY TAYLOR: Is Bubba J back for good?! He’ll kill Jacob!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know about that, did you see Jacob Venar just now? He just got back up to a kneeling position after Bubba’s Trailer Park Trash! It didn’t put him down for good, I’m wondering did it even hurt him!

COREY TAYLOR: He must have held back, he’ll break Jacob’s neck with it next week.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match pits two participants that are, well, to put it nicely, not in the good graces of the Rebel Pro faithful.
COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Vincent Black is a better commentator than you, and that Lacey Gloria, man if I just had an hour…
ROB MARTINEZ: In your case, just a few minutes. Let’s send it down to Jenny Jersey in the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..
“Chaos Path” by Arcturus blares over the PA system as Lacey Gloria emerges to mostly boos, but there are still some folks in the crowd that choose to cheer for her. She stands in the aisle in a hoodie, surveying the crowd.
JENNY JERSEY: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 155lbs, she is LACEY GLORIA!!
Lacey springboards over the ropes and removes her hoodie, tossing it to the corner. She cracks her neck as her music dies down, awaiting her opponent. The crowd then begins to cascade down boos as “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the PA system.
JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent..
To the shock of everyone in attendance, Vincent Black is not in wrestling gear. Replacing it is a tan suit and tie, dress shoes on his feet. He’s clean shaven and is holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, in the other a heart shaped box of candies
ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent Black with some unique wrestling attire here tonight. By the looks of things, he looks more ready for a night on the town than a night in the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: I always told you Black was a sentimental guy, and here’s proof.
JENNY JERSEY: Um, from Glens Falls, New York, weighing in at 341lbs, he is VINCENT BLACK!!
Black steps over the ropes and places the candy and flowers down by his feet, Lacey Gloria not sure what to make of all of this. Black calls for a mic as he signals for his music to be cut.
VINCENT BLACK: You all must be wondering just why I’m not dressed to compete tonight. Is it because I’m injured? Of course not. Is it because I’m announcing my retirement? Wrong again. Now I came down here to show you all, and most importantly to you Lacey, a side of me people rarely get to see.
Black bends down, handing Lacey the bouquet of roses. He then hands her the box of candy.
VINCENT BLACK: Lacey, this are but small examples of how I feel about you. I’ve watched you for a long time, and I realized from the very first moment I saw you that I needed to have you in my life. So I ask you to accept these tokens of my love for you and I ask you, would you please go out with me?
ROB MARTINEZ: Is Vincent Black for real? Asking Lacey out? Talking about love?
COREY TAYLOR: Well if I was Lacey, I wouldn’t pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity!
Lacey contemplates the flowers and candy for a moment, looking at Black with a coy smile. He exchanges glances with her, until her smile melts into a look of disgust. She rips apart the bouquet and slams the candy down, stomping on the box, which gets her cheers from the crowd. Black is stunned.
LACEY GLORIA: I didn’t come here to mess around Black, I came here to fight!
Black looks mortified.
VINCENT BLACK: You broke my heart, its all gone, gone into a million pieces! I can’t fight you. I love you. I-
Black stops, his face morphing from a look of shock to one of disdain and sinister intent, a cold stare sent Lacey’s way.
VINCENT BLACK: Then again, I’m all about giving the woman I love all she ever asked for.
Black slams the mic right across the skull of Lacey Gloria. viagra vs once a day cialis He hits the ropes and drills her in the face with a big boot, almost taking her head off, the crowd booing Black like crazy as he removes his suit coat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good God, look at the rage on the face of Black, he’s gone off the deep end!
COREY TAYLOR: And you see this as a bad thing?
Black picks Lacey up and sets her up in a powerbomb position, lifting her high into the air and dropping her down with The New Hope.
CROWD: DIE BLACK DIE, DIE BLACK DIE!
Black scrapes Lacey off the canvas and delivers a second New Hope powerbomb, which has the fans both concerned for Lacey’s safety as well as spewing more hatred from them in Black’s direction. Black laughs and flips off the crowd riling them up even more. He pulls the seemingly lifeless Lacey off the mat by her hair.
ROB MARTINEZ: No, come on, THIS IS ENOUGH!
COREY TAYLOR: Ladies, let this be a lesson to you, if Vincent Black says he wants you, you better bow down and kiss his feet!
Black sets Lacey up for a third powerbomb, when the crowd comes to life. Black turns from his position just to catch a flying roundhouse kick from Duncan Aries knocking him into the ropes, tying him there.
ROB MARTINEZ: Aries with his classic Enter Gideon roundhouse kick and Black is caught in the ropes? What does Aries have in his hands? Nunchukus?
COREY TAYLOR: No fair!
Aries, with a sly grin on his face, levels Black in the head, then the ribs with the weapon, the last freeing Black from the ropes. Aries charges, sending Black over the ropes to the outside.
ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan Aries finally gets a little payback on Vincent Black tonight!

Black, holding his ribs, backs up the aisle, Aries throwing Black’s suit coat at him as the fans roar with approval.

Jenny Jersey is lounging in a chair beside a pool and is wearing a little less than a bikini. She raises her head to look innto the camera but the guys’ eyes aren’t on her face. In a seductive voice she purrs…

“Come and see me at the next Rebel Pro show…”

She looks into the camera if anyone cares.

“Won’t you?”

She actually blows us a kiss! We’ll be there.

Panning into the ring, we can see two young ladies, identical twins, both wearing name badges. Both women are holding, in their hands, what looks to be scripted cue cards. Cindy and Mindy Banks are their names. Cindy grabs the mic first, getting us underway.

CINDY BANKS: Ladies…gentlemen…children of all ages…

Cindy gives her sister some mic time.

MINDY BANKS: …slugs…bumpkins…and poor albino trash…

Deep boos hail fron the crowd, the proud southern population doesn’t care much for the spunk of the twins.

CINDY BANKS: …in 2010, the name of only ONE man will be on everybody’s lips, the man that goes by TWO names, and that man is…

MINDY BANKS: …THE Dream Stealer…

CINDY BANKS: …And THE Revolutionary…

MINDY BANKS: …So bother putting your hands together…just fall to your hands and knees and worship your lord…

CINDY BANKS: …and master…

MINDY BANKS: …the guiding light of Rebel Pro…

CINDY & MINDY: …MARCUS F’N MARION!!!

Amateur night for the girls goes horrible, as the crowd continues their boo-fest. “My Michelle by GNR” blares at a tone deaf pitch. The World Heavyweight Champion Marcus Marion steps out, shrouded with the World title firm around his waist; the Bad Girl of Rebel Pro by his side. Marion and the Bad Girl enter the ring, Mindy Banks hands him the mic.

MARCUS MARION: Great intro. Real smooth and enthusiastic. You girls will go far in this business. Damn, you sure it was your first time?

The twins, with a bubbly charm, nod.

MARCUS MARION: Could’ve fooled me. Anyway, as promised, here’s your reward…

Marion reaches into his pocket, producing a single stick of chewing gum, then breaks it in half.

MARCUS MARION: Here’s one for you…

Marion gives one half of the gum to a confused Cindy.

MARCUS MARION: And don’t think I forgot about you. Here’s one for you…

Marion gives the other piece of the stick to Mindy.

CINDY BANKS: HEY! You promised us fifty bucks a piece. This is not what we agreed to.

Marion, looking over his shoulder, at the fired up twin, says coldly.

MARCUS MARION: Pssh…rule number one, NEVER trust a SINGLE word I say. Now both you bitches get the HELL out of my ring!

The twins leave, mouthing off “(BLEEP)”. Marion casts a glance at the Confederate Flag, hanging near a turnbuckle.

MARCUS MARION: Now back to our regularly scheduled program…ugh, I can’t even believe I’m standing here, in BFE, christening any of you with the glory of my being. You hick assholes probably won’t understand a SINGLE word I say, although I’m only asking this for the sole benefit of the crowd watching at home…what’s the matter, don’t like dark meat?

A direct reference to the “tan” he caught. The crowd gives him hell.

Can’t even win your own damn war but you can damn sure boo with the best of ‘em….pussies. Now I normally make it a point to take the high ground any chance that is available to me. However I’ve gotta ask: When are you, as Mindy Banks so accurately described you, slugs and bumpkins, going to finally do us ALL a favor and STOP sleeping with your nieces and nephews…

That shit ain’t right.

Marion bathes in the booing of the unwashed masses.

After tonight, I’m doing something I’m sure that is a foreign language to all of you, and that is, I’m WASHING, my hands free from the grime and filth of the house show circuit. Heh, because that is what standing in this ring, before all of you, equates to. There is nothing I’d like better than to catch my private jet to Sin City, but guess what, deals are deals. I’m contractually obligated to “amuse” myself for another two minutes in front of all of you…I’ve got to make it “look” like I’m actually earning my paycheck.

Nicole goes over to the turnbuckle and grabs the Confederate flag that Marion eyed before.

I’ve got to get to the bottom of this tonight, otherwise my conscience will be kicking my ass later on. I know Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, what the HELL, and don’t pardon my french, did you rednecks EVER contribute to society? Well…besides an unatural rise in diease. I mean, I probably caught the clap just by touching this damn mic. You know what I think of your “donation” to society? Here’s what I think you dickheads…

Marion takes the flag, then begins to wipe his ass with it. This IMMEDIATELY causes a loud commotion.

Eh…relax. I’m not the FIRST guy to ever do that. And I probably won’t be the last. So sit your asses down and take a chill pill. Or don’t. Hell if I care. The last point I want to make is, is there any place WORSE to visit than Paint Rock. Like, real…

Just then, we hear “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd blare over the P.A. system as the fans erupt in cheers as their favorite tragic hero, J.T. Whiplash, storms down to the ring, wearing a black “LEGALIZE MOONSHINE” T-Shirt and faded Wrangler blue jeans with

Timberland work boots with a microphone in his hand as he storms in the ring and begins to speak.

J.T. WHIPLASH: Ya know somethin’, it’s bad ’nuff when yer out here insultin’ the South, but when yer insultin’ MY stompin’ grounds… that’s where you and me are gonna have some problems! I’d love to hit ‘cha so hard yer bastard kids are gonna be born unconscious, but since I’m a man of the people… Aww, to hell with it!

The crowd cheers as Whiplash throws a punch Marion’s way. However, the World Champion avoids the blow, sliding out of the ring. Marion and Rhodes dash out of the building, not taking even a second to look at a fired up JT Whiplash, in ring.

~Megavision~

Minutes before the match the camera cuts to the backstage area..…Zeke is in his dressing room…preparing for his match..warming up…and waiting for someone to step thru the door…. He paces waiting.. his phone rings.. and he picks it up…

Zeke: “Lets me guess… ya aint coming…!! ( he listens) So ya almost here but ya not sure just whens ya gonna be here….Heck in about 5 minutes I gots to go out, does ya thinks ya can make it in time. Are ya stuck in traffic…did your car breaks down…how fars away are ya…?? ( listening again..) Ya sures you will be here…. I sure do hopes so…cuz heck… I wants to finally sees just who ya is… and I am sure the fans will too…!
(Listening…..) Hello, Hello…hey where is ya…. Where did ya goes… all I hears is noise…..like being at a phone booth…but no one there…. Geez…!!! ( he now looks into the camera) Guess just have to hope he does show…!! Worst comes to worst..i will just have to go myself against them two newcomers…..!!”

Rob Martinez steps from the left of the screen as Corey Taylor enters from the right.JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall to a finish…..

“Dress Like A Target” by Superjoint Ritual hits the PA and the crowd show their intense hatred for the man that slinks out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he is one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions and a member of Dirty Money, he hails from Kitchener, Ontario and weighs in at 240 pounds…..Krusty Kid Paul!!!

KKP is sauntering down to ringside, championship belt slung over his shoulder and evil grin on his face.

A ‘Take a shower!’ chant breaks out among the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“For viagra non prescription The Love Of The Game” by Pillar replaces Superjoint Ritual on the sound system and the man who steps out from behind the curtain gets a decidedly mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from San Diego, CA and weighs in at 238 pounds……”The Spade” Duncan Aries!!!

Aries is making his way towards the ring, never taking his eyes off of KKP who is standing in the center of the ring. This allows a figure to rush out from the back and slam a chair across the back of an unsuspecting Aries!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino!? What the Hell is he doing out here?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like he just waffled Aries with a chair to me!

Aries is on all fours and takes another chair shot across the back from the other half of the World Tag Champions. Security and REBEL officials rush out and manage to coax and threaten Casino enough to get him to make his way towards the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a disgusting act! Casino had no right to….

COREY TAYLOR: Hey he’s only looking out for his tag partner!

ROB MARTINEZ: The damn match hasn’t even started yet!

Referee Alan Stone is checking on Aries when KKP rushes into camera frame and lands a kick to the head of ‘The Spade.’ KKP shoves Stone away, pulls Aries up to his feet and violently whips him back first into the guard rail. Stone is in KKPs face yelling at him and again gets shoved away. Krusty leads Aries towards the ring and rolls him inside following closely in behind him. Finally the referee calls for the bell and this already chaotic match is underway!

ROB MARTINEZ: (sarcastically) Well now the bell rings.

KKP watches as Aries slowly gets to his feet and then runs him down with a running knee to the side of the head. Krusty mounts Aries and rains down a series of short stiff right hands to the head of Aries. Duncan shoves off KKP but the ‘Krusty One’ quickly rolls to his feet and drops a leg across the throat of Aries. KKP pulls Aries to his feet and whips him across the ring into the far corner. KKP gives the bird to the referee and then the fans and charges into the corner to smash Aries. Duncan gets up a boot to the face of KKP and he staggers back! KKP charges in again and takes a back elbow that sends him reeling away from Aries. Aries explodes out of the corner and nearly takes the head off of KKP with a running clothesline! Aries shakes his head to clear the cobwebs clear and turns to watch as KKP pulls himself to his feet. Aries charges at KKP in the corner but Krusty quickly side steps Duncan and sends him shoulder first into the steel ringpost!

COREY TAYLOR: Aries better watch out! If he breaks the ring he has to pay for it!

KKP quickly rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair and slams it against the dangling arm of Aries who is still hanging half in and half out of the ring. Duncan drops back into the ring clutching his arm as a grinning KKP climbs into the ring, chair in hand. Aries is slow to get up, but KKP is in no hurry as he readies the chair. Aries gets to his feet and KKP takes a wild swing! Duncan drops down and the chair bounces off the top rope and back into the face of KKP! Krusty drops the chair and holds his face both in shock and pain. A high back kick from Aries to the head of KKP drops the tag champ to his knees! Aries pulls KKP up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a high back body drop. Aries quickly shakes his arm trying to get the feeling back into it as Krusty pulls himself back to his feet. “The Spade” catches a rising KKP with a spinning back kick to the ribs of his foe and Krusty drops to all fours gasping for breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite everything that’s been thrown at him so far, Aries is not only taking the fight to KKP but looks to be on the offense!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah yeah.

Aries approaches KKP and the tag champ quickly hooks the damaged arm of Aries and drives it down to the mat with a DDT. Krusty slowly gets up and walks over to the discarded chair and picks it up. Aries is getting to his feet and KKP drives the edge of the chair into the dangling limb of “The Spade.” KKP drops the chair to the mat and positions Aries for a pildriver onto the metal folding chair. Backdrop from Aries! KKP is quick to his feet but takes a back elbow to the mush from Duncan! Leg sweep from Aries puts KKP flat on his back. Kneedrop to the skull from Aries has Krusty clutching at his head. Aries takes several steps away from Krusty, who is slowly getting to his feet, and then plants a brutal roundhouse kick to the temple of Krusty! KKP drops to all fours holding his head as Aries again tries to shake some feeling into his arm.

ROB MARTINEZ: KKP has to keep Aries on the defensive! He’s no match for the MMA style of ‘The Spade!’

COREY TAYLOR: Geez buy a membership to his fan club already!

KKP is up but a running ax kick from Aries puts him back down! Aries pulls KKP up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a hurricanrana! Duncan is mounted on KKP and rains down hard left hands to the skull of KKP! Aries pulls himself off of Krusty pulling him up with him and hooks him for a suplex. Blocked by KKP! Aries tries again and once more it’s blocked! KKP rakes the face of Aries, spins him around and hits his Bottle Opener (German Suplex) that leaves Aries bouncing off the mat! Both men are slow to get up but KKP quickly lunges at Duncan and again nails a DDT onto the arm of Aries! KKP pulls himself up to his feet and once more grabs the chair that is still laying in the ring. KKP heads towards the turnbuckles and starts to climb to the top!

COREY TAYLOR: This can’t lead to anything good.

Aries is up and KKP takes to the air, chair held firmly in both hands ready for the killing blow! Aries spots him out of the corner of his eye and hits a dropkick in mid air to the sternum of KKP! Both men are down and are slow to get to their respective feet. Stiff kick to the chest doubles over KKP! Aries whips KKP into the ropes and nails a tilt-a-whirl sideslam onto the chair! Krusty quickly rolls out of the ring and collapses to the floor. Aries slides out after him and reaches down to pull KKP to his feet. A thumb to the eye backs off Aries and KKP quickly follows up with a running big boot to the face of Aries! K-Cutter from Krusty onto the concrete floor! Alan Stone is on the outside trying to talk the men to bring the action back inside and for once it looks like KKP will listen. He slowly gets to his feet, pulls Aries up and rolls him inside.

ROB MARTINEZ :Aries landed hard on the outside, I dunno what else he has left in the tank.

KKP starts to pull Aries to his feet when he takes a shot to the gut. Another fist to the ribs causes a break. Chop across the chest from Aries leaves KKP clutching his chest! Another chop! A high sidekick to the skull of KKP puts him on wobbly legs! Aries backs KKP against the ropes and shoots him off. Aries drops his head a second to early allowing KKP to counter with a swinging neckbreaker! Amazingly Duncan springs to his feet, a look of fury on his face as he yanks Krusty to his feet. K-Cutter from Krusty! Both men are laying pone on the mat and Krusty has blood flowing from his swelling nose. Krusty uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and turns and drags Aries to his feet as well. Krusty scoops up Aries and places him into the tree of woe. KKP rolls to the outside, grabs the damaged arm of Aries and locks in his Crack Rock Steady.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s going after the hurt arm of Aries!

COREY TAYLOR: And thanks to the lack of rules here in REBEL, the referee can’t break this!

KKP ratchets back on the arm of Aries in a manner that can’t be human but “The Spade” hangs on! Aries is shaking his head ‘No’ as the referee continues to ask if he wants to give it up. KKP is doing his best to rip the arm from it’s socket and suddenly the referee turns from Aries and calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell? Aries didn’t submit!

KKP has released the hold and Aries manages to unhook himself from the tree of woe and slumps down to the mat. Both men look at the referee with confusion.

After conferring for a moment with Jenny the ring announcer raises her microphone.

JENNY JERSEY The referee has stopped this match due to Aries being unable to defend himself! The winner of this match……..Krusty Kid Paul!!!!

KKP breaks out in a huge grin as the building rocks with a ‘This is Bullshit!’ chant!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know if Alan Stone made the right call here.

COREY TAYLOR: Of course he did! He didn’t want to see Aries get his arm broken!

Aries is pleading his case but Stone refuses to hear any of it. Duncan has to watch as the referee rolls to the outside and raises the arm of KKP in victory.

ROB MARTINEZ: Controversy here tonight folks.
Jenny Jersey walks in front of the camera, dressed in skin tight stone washed blue jean shorts and a tank top that is barely under her lovely… chest.COREY TAYLOR: I’ll be there!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the sound system as the fans get to their feet as that mean only one thing ‘The Show’ is here. The fans are looking around for ‘The Show’ but he is nowhere to be found until all of a sudden he is spotted making his way through the crowd to the ring. He smiles as he reaches the ring and does his signature baseball slide into under the ropes then nip up to his feet…

Chad: Hello, Durham! I know everyone is like we didn’t expect ‘The Show’ here tonight! He don’t even have a match! Hell he is suppose to be in Canada! And while it is true I should be in Canada! I felt I need to be in North Carolina tonight to talk about a few things beginning with the possibility of my retirement!

Fans begin to chant don’t retire chad, don’t retire chad…

Chad: I appreciate all that and I don’t want to retire, really I don’t but it’s just not up to me. You see despite the rumors about me wanting to retire because I felt my best days are gone that just viagra femenino not exactly the way it is! And that is why I am out here tonight! To tell the truth! You see when I signed my new Rebel contract it was a two year deal through May 2010 and guess what that is only a few weeks away! And you know what despite the fact that I help make this company what it is today, it seems that Larry Gordon has been too busy to renew my contract! Either that or maybe he is trying to move on without me! But anyway now the truth is out. Everyone knows the truth behind the retirement talk and all I can say is Gordon the ball is now on your court!

Chats of Gordon don’t let him go, Gordon don’t let him go mix in with the don’t retire chad, don’t retire chad chants as ‘The Show’ begins to slide out of the ring before catching himself and flipping back to his feet…

Chad: I had almost forgot there was another reason for my appearance here tonight and that reason was one Chris Casino!

Crowd reacts with boos at the mention of that name…

Chad: C’mon now I know the man is egotistical but he got some skills! But I not out here tonight to talk about how good he is or how he is a legend in his own mind! Oh no! That not way I am out here at all. The reason I am out here is to discuss the little challenge he made! You all know I don’t back down for a challenge and this time ain’t no different BUT…

‘The Show’ pause more for effect then anything else as he lowers the mic to his side before smiling and lifting it back to his mouth…

Chad: Calm down you are all going to like this but. Anyway as I was saying I accept his challenge BUT I want to make it a little more interesting and make it a “Last Man Standing” match! Watcha you think, Chris, are you man enough for that. Anyway ball is now in your court!

With that ‘The Show’ drops the mic to the mat and slides out of the ring as he makes generic cialis his way back to the locker room once again through the sold out crowd….

ROB MARTINEZ: What an acceptance from The Show.

COREY TAYLOR: Funny that he can come out here after Casino has left the building isn’t it Rob? Don’t you find that funny?

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is a non title match and is your Main Event of the evening…

“The Monster’s Loose”

Matthew Kurtis steps from the back, his hand held high up for the fans. They shower him in cheers as he walks down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wyckliffe, Kentucky; he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred twenty pounds… he is THE BLUEGRASS BADASS… MATTHEW KURTIS!

“My Michelle”

Boos… more booos.. and even more as Marcus Marion steps from the back with the Rebel Heavyweight Title slung over is shoulder and Nicole Rhodes on his arm. Marion gives the fans a sneer as he walks past.

JENNY JERSEY: From Atlanta, Georgia; he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds… he is your Rebel Pro Heavyweight Champion… and being accompanied by Nicole Rhodes… “THE REVOLUTIONARY”… MARCUS MARION!

Marion sneers some insults to the fans as he passes by and Nicol has the gaul to ask a woman if her breasts are real and if they aren’t, the surgeon did a horrible job. Marion chuckles as the two of them walk past. Marion steps onto the apron, wiping his feet as Nicole holds the ropes open for her man.

DING DING

Matthew stands center ring as Marion looks up at his towering form, he dives in with a swift kick to the knee of Matthew. The big man pounds a forearm on Marion’s back sending canadian drug pharmacy reviews him down to the mat, Matthew quickly picks him up, throwing him into the corner, but Marion rushes out with a flying forearm to the midsection doubling Matthew over. Marion with a quick neckbreaker, but Matthew counters it with the basic punch to the face sending Marion into the ropes once again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Basic, but effective.

COREY TAYLOR: Brut strength will only go so far Rob.

Matthew stalks after Marion, but the World Champion dives with another shot at Matthew’s knees, but quickly changes tactics with a hand stand and a boot into the big man’s face tat rocks him backwards. Matthew stumbles backwards and Marion attacks with a barrage of swift Mui Tai kicks to his shin and thighs rocking the big man even further. Marion hits the ropes, diving shoulder block to the left knee takes Matthew down, but the big man is trying to stand back up. Kick to the head takes him down to both knees and Marion springs from the middle rope with a clothesline taking him flat on his back. Marion laughs as he stomps away at Matthew’s left knee before wrapping it up in a standing leglock. Matthew rolls over, using his bulk to flip Marion over and breaking the hold before it can break his leg. Marion is in the ropes again as Matthew is getting back up, boot to the face from Marion, but caught by the big man. Marion with an enzeguri, but Matthew ducks under sending Marcus down with a big clothesline to the back of the skull. Irish whip sends Marion front first into the turnbuckle, but he flips over the top turnbuckle to run along the apron. Matthew levels him with a huge punch right to the face.

ROB MARTINEZ: That brut strength going pretty far isn’t it Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: It is going… but it won’t last long, the conditioning of Marcus Marion is phenominal.

Marcus lands back first on the apron, Kurtis takes a look before hitting the ropes.

Big! Man! Baseball! Slide!

Misses!

Marion rolls off of the apron just in time, he pulls himself up to his feet, firing right hands into Matthew’s face before using all of his weight to Irish whip him into the steel guardrail at ringside. Matthew slams into the railing, causing it to move back slightly. Marion is up, running with a lifted knee right into the stunned face of Matthew. The oldest Kurtis brother is stunned from a possible loaded kneepad, but throws a weak right fist towards Marion. Marcus ducks under, single arm DDT takes Matthew face first into the concrete. Marion is up again, tossing insults to the crowd before strutting a bit, ala Ric Flair.

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t smart by Marcus here.

COREY TAYLOR: He is The Revolutionary and is allowed to strut!

Marcus turns around intending for another series of attacks, but the roaring elbow from Matthew takes him down and he goes down hard! Matthew points down to Marion before lifting him in a big man press and dumping his carcass over the top rope into the ring. Matthew steps over the top rope and into the ring where Marcus is begging for a time out.

MATTHEW: There are no time outs in wrestling Marcus!

Matthew rushes forward, big man boot to the seated Marion decapitates him! Oh wait, it just knocks him unconscious but he is definitely out of it as Matthew picks him up, bringing him to center ring a look of confidence on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew’s going for the Bluegrass Bomb!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Marcus!

From the crowd Chris Casino delivers a chop block to the left knee of Matthew sending him crashing down and Marcus down unharmed. Chris delivers a vicious stomp to the left knee before pulling out a set of brass knuckles to deliver a vicious series of right hands to Matthew. Here comes Krusty Kid Paul into the mix with a jump over the raling and into the ring. KKP slides in with a steel chair in hand and a look of violence etched in his features. KKP with a big swinging, base clearing, grand slam chair shot to the biggest Kurtis brother sending him into the turnbuckle. Marion is up now, a smirk planted on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is totally uncalled for!

COREY TAYLOR: Matthew is getting what he deserves for his attack on Casino earlier!

Casino stalks towards Matthew, mouthing 2 and 0? Really? Casino with a boot to the face, but Matthew somehow catches it and shoves Casino backwards. Matthew up as Krusty Kid Paul swings the chair at his head. Matthew ducks under the blow driving a fist into KKP’s face and a chop to the throat backing him up against Casino. But the numbers game comes into play as Marion delivers a front kick right to the left knee of Matthew sending him down near Dirty Money.

ROB MARTINEZ: The numbers game, no one can win it.

COREY TAYLOR: Eliminate the Kurtises!

The three men pounce on Matthew like they are pirahnas in the Amazon and smelling fresh meat. Matthew struggles back to a kneeling position, but the numbers game is just too much.

“Lead Into Demise!”

The crowd is now cheering as the former Aggression champion is rushing down to the ring with a lead pipe in hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes some help! Finally!

COREY TAYLOR: He had so much potential, too bad he is going to be destroyed here.

Marion, Casino, and KKP slide out of the ring, looking up at Johnny as he slides into the ring. Matthew looks up, greatful as Johnny helps him to his feet. Matthew stands beside Johnny, begging the three men to get back in the ring and fight now that the odds are a little better.

“Money To Blow!” The fans continue cheering as Young Money rush down to the ring. Jer$ey, Mack, and Chad Kurtis rush down to cover the exits of Marion, Casino and Krusty Kid Paul. Maverick looks around and nods as Matthew continues staring at Casino on the outside.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Just cover there, Matthew and I’ll get them should they choose to climb back in and fight.

Young Money seem to follow the suggestion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick must be the newest Young Money member that Jer$ey’s been talking about.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn, such a talent wasted.

*WHAM!*

Matthew goes down with a viagra pregnancy side effects lead pipe shot to the groin then another swinging shot to his temple sends him on his side. Johnny turns around as Marion, Casino, and KKP climb back into the ring. Here comes Young Money though as they slide into the ring. Jer$ey with a right hand to Casino, Mack with a big boot to KKP, Chad goes after Marion. Johnny pounces on Matthew with a lead pipe assisted Lou Thesz press pounding away at his skull.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, this isn’t right!

COREY TAYLOR: Ha ha ha ha!

Marion, Casino, KKP, and Maverick are totally desimating Young Money in the ring with weapons to the head, punches to the face, just utter Chaos is ensuing!

“Simple Man!”

JT Whiplash comes from the back, soupbones ready for action. He slides into the ring with a baseball bat in hand. He swings connecting with Casino’s ribs sending him over the top rope. Johnny springs from the middle rope with a roundhouse kick, but the bat goes between his legs slamming into the Little Maverick causing him to turn green and roll out of the ring. KKp looks on, his soupbones ready as well he dives forward, bones a flying. JT ducks one blow, absorbs a second, shoving the bat into KKP’s temple before he rolls out of the ring. Marion grabs Johnny up as KKP pulls Casino out of the ring. KKP and the others are bloody, red faced, sweaty, and smiling?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are they smiling about?!

COREY TAYLOR: They know something that we don’t… obviously.

The four men skirt the ring, walking back up the aisle, sneering and laughing as the fans toss trash their way. Inside the ring Jer$ey is staring at Casino, Chad is checking on Matthew who is now sitting and staring at Chris as well. JT is staring at Whiplash and Mack is begging for Maverick and KKP to step back in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve got to go fans, tune in next week for Aggression!

COREY TAYLOR: By jackasses.

The Rebel Pro logo flashes on the screen until it fades into the next show on Durham TV.

“Hey you all…”

She flirts and blinks her lovely eyes, well, lovingly.

“Coming up on May 7, 2010 is a show that I’m sure you all will want to be at.”

She looks wonderingly if anyone will show up, making sure to drag us there even if we are in jail.

“There will be a triple threat for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight title…”

She leans back up against the concrete block wall, showing well you know or your imagination does anyways.

“A Tag Team Championship match…”

She purses her lips.

“The Aggression title will be on the line and a big announcement.”

She licks her lips and pulls a strand of barbed wire from her back pocket, oh to be that piece of wire.

“Every match will have barbed wire involvement in one way or another as Barbed Wire Massacre 2010 comes to the Rebel Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina…”

She blows us a kiss… another one!

“See you there…”

Back to the Aggression Arena.

COREY TAYLOR: “Do I really have to do this?”

ROB MARTINEZ: “We are rolling now and if you want to get paid, I suggest you try and sell some merchandise.”

Corey turns to the camera, holding up a Chad Kurtis t-shirt.

COREY TAYLOR: “If you need a good cloth diaper, be sure to wipe your ass with the new Chad Kurtis shirt.”

Rob can’t believe it, his chin drops to his chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: “Corey!”

Corey turns with a smirk on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: “None of you gave me a script, bet you will next time.”

Fade back cialis 10 mg best price to Aggression.

“Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo” by Rick Derringer cues up. From the curtain appears father and (a much bigger) son, each barefoot and wearing Andre the Giant-esque black, one-strap singlets. Foot Knife Sr. runs around crazily, slapping the hands of the fans, even though they are not extended towards him. Jr. follows behind slowly, clearly embarrassed by his father.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Billings, Indiana, at a combined weight of four-hundred and sixty pounds… they are FOOT KNIVES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, we’ve seen some strange men in REBEL Pro… but, geez, these guys are—

COREY TAYLOR: —how low have the standards dropped here in Raleigh? Seriously? What are we going to hire Dextro back next or something?

Flatts and Scruggs cues up and the REBEL legend, Cuzin Zeke, emerges from the curtain to loud cheering, both for him and because the attention is on someone else besides the awkward Foot Knives.

JENNY JERSEY: Their opponent, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing two-hundred and sixty-three pounds… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke slaps the hands of several fans, enters the ring and takes the mic.

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Well, I got some news, some good, some bad. Bad news first, Zeke’s mystery partner couldn’t make it. Good news, though, I promised ya’ll a match and that’s what I came here to give ya! So ring that bell, let’s get wrestlin’!

DING DING

Jr. enters the tadalafil online ring immediately and pounds away on Zeke’s back with forearm shots. Zeke quickly bounces up. Big right hand! Another! Jr. stumbles back and forth… right into a Zeke headbutt! He falls to the mat and gets to his feet, a dazed look on his face, just in time to be whipped into the ropes. Zeke drops his head for a back body drop. Jr. punts it! But Zeke doesn’t budge, as if the kick did nothing! He shoots up, seizes Jr. by the throat… CHOKE SLAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Foot Knife Jr. is not a small man but Zeke just choke slammed him like he was a cruiserweight!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke should just pin him before I really begin to feel ashamed of my job. Look at these Foot Knives… I mean, c’mon! What the hell!

As Zeke goes for a pin attempt, Sr. runs out and attempts to droop him.

COREY TAYLOR: WHAT AN IDIOT! You can’t droop a man who is wearing OVERALLS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah… not sure what Foot Knife Sr. was thinking right there.

Zeke turns around. FOOT KNIFE SR. BITES HIS NIPPLE! Zeke roars and knees Sr. in the gut, bending him over. Axhandle to Sr.’s back sends him down to the mat. He picks Sr. up and lifts him up over his head. Gorilla Press Slam! Sr. crashes down to the mat. Jr. crawls towards Zeke… LOW BLOW! Zeke doubles over. Jr. with a ROLL-UP!

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Zeke and Jr. get to their feet simultaneously. Jr. looks scared. Zeke waves at him then kicks him in the gut. And a big scoop and a slam! Zeke off of the ropes… SPLASH! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—SR. BREAKS IT UP WITH AN ELBOW!

And Sr. gets on top of Zeke’s shoulders and begins pulling on his ponytail! Zeke angers. He crawls to his feet, Sr. still on his back. Big snapmare six and a half feet down to the mat! He picks Sr. up. Big piledriver on the much older but much smaller Foot Knife! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—JR. BREAKS IT UP WITH AN ELBOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: A two-on-one match, no matter who the opponents, is difficult!

COREY TAYLOR: This is (BLEEP) painful. Reminds me of NAPW on Fight TV.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey, that’s a good show!

COREY TAYLOR: For teenage girls.

All of the sudden, a man wearing an orange prison jumpsuit with TEXAS STATE PENITENTIARY #610109 on his back and a ski mask runs in from the back. He storms into the ring and clotheslines Foot Knife Jr. to the outside before fleeing through the crowd. Three police officers run down the aisleway and into the crowd after him, but have trouble getting through the fans, allowing the Man in Orange to mix in with the crowd. Eventually they find an empty orange suit… he escaped!

ROB MARTINEZ: Who the heck was that? Was that Zeke’s mystery partner?

COREY TAYLOR: Not sure why anyone cares about Zeke’s mystery partner week in, week out. For Chrissakes, I have a mystery partner every damn night!

In the ring, Zeke uses the opportunity to go up top. MUDPUDDLE ON FOOT KNIFE SR.

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners? Or winner? CUZIN ZEKE and… THE MAN IN ORANGE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Man in Orange was able to even up the numbers just enough for Cuzin’ Zeke to take down the match!

COREY TAYLOR: Alright, alright, NEXT! CAN WE PLEASE GET THE NEXT MATCH? For the LOVE of GOD?