Aggression 2-4-2011

Aggression
Rebel Arena

Durham, NC

February 4, 2011

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Akuma being led from the backstage to the ring by a dog collar, Jester laughing but the sound muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The duo step into the ring and the shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs!

“You got some attitude”

UP! AND! DOWN!

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

BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

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

AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick holding up the Carolinas belt before the belt dissolves into the current Rebel Pro Aggression title.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Grandpa Gary delivering the Sixty Year Old Stunner onto Moke Doshky.

“Attitude, attitude”

Another transition to Grandpa Gary holding the Aggression title.

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

GRANDPA GARY: BACON!

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

Dr. Tittylover picks Maverick up…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mothership Connection!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Venar stands at the top of the ladder, looking down with both Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts in hand, he drops one down to Johnny Maverick.

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

JENNY JERSEY: Juggernauts, Bitch!

“You got some attitude”

Casino walking down a hallway, wrestling bag slung over his shoulder and a very confident look on his face. As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marcus Marion comes into focus as he jumps up and delivers the Revolutionary Thrill to “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

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

Marcus stands up, holding the World Title over his shoulder, Nicole Rhodes beside him and both looking smug and confident enough for the entire roster.

“You got some attitude”

Akuma has Justin Case up.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Facebuster into the case of beer bottles! Case counters with a facebuster to Akuma into the glass bottles!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Mother what a counter!

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! ”

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

~Backstage~

We cut backstage to find the door to Larry Gordon’s office open and him talking to someone that the door is hiding.

LARRY GORDON: Well, I can promise you at least two hundred and fifty dollars a show when you perform.

A voice mumbles, but is unintelligible and Gordon taps a set of paper in front of him.

“Not to mention all the violence you can handle. Rebel Pro has yet to really come back from when Robinson took control of it and I think you are just the man to help Rebel Pro get back to the hardcore action that the fans know and love.”

The voice mumbles again as the door slowly closes with Gordon looking out at us recording the meeting.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall! Entering first…

BUBBA J:Boring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So you’re basically ready to sleep before we even start the show?

BUBBA J:Let’s face it, Mikey. It’s a tag match between the former Tag Champs and some new kids who couldn’t hack it against some Star Wars freak and a Mexican firefly last week.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Um, Darth Zwart believes in the whole Sith thing, and Jaice is from South America.

BUBBA J:Like I give a rat’s ass! Let’s get this shit going!

Jesse James Hank Williams and El Gato make their way to the ring, the audience still unsure what to make of them. They get to the ring, ready to rumble as they await their opponents.

JENNY JERSEY: Currently in the ring, Tex Mex Express!!

BUBBA J:More like the Loser Convention.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear sweet Jeebus…

Tex Mex Express begin to set up something as they await the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0

BUBBA J:This may get a bit interesting as Tex Mex Express is setting up a barbed wire table with a few light tubes on it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’ve got a plan for someone to go through that table.

El Gato is now dousing the table in charcoal lighter fluid, soaking the wood while Jesse James Hank Williams is dumping…

BUBBA J:Fire and thumbtacks baby! Now all I need is a damn beer for a roast!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ve got a beer.

BUBBA J:Yeah, forgot caught up in the moment and all.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents!

A pop from the crowd spurs the former Tag Team Champs as they enter, not quite as amped as usual but appreciative of the fan support. They make their way to the ring, J-Kurt signing some chick’s boobs while Matt tries to get his head into the match

JENNY JERSEY: They are the team of “Bluegrass BadAss Matthew Kurtis and J-Kurt, BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

They hit the bottom of the ramp, J-Kurt leaning over and giving Matt a pep talk before they rush into the ring. TME Back off as the BGM 2.0 hit the corner turnbuckles, motioning to the fans. They drop down, J-Kurt patting Matt on the shoulder as he takes the first round, El Gato taking the first shot for his side.

MIKEY MASSACRE: These two teams look prime to go, and I can’t wait to see wha…

BUBBA J:PISS BREAK! Be right back!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I.. what??

Bubba J takes off his headset, jumping into the crowd. He seems to be heading for the public restrooms as the match gets under way, El Gato and J-Kurt starting things off.

MIKEY MASSACRE: These teams choosing to fight a conventional tag match here tonight.

DING DING

J-Kurt finds himself ring center, raising his left arm for a test of strength. Gato looks on, unsure, then begins reaching up himself. J-Kurt grins, but is cut down as Gato stops to nail a quick spin kick to the former Tag Champ. J-Kurt falls back a step, surprised at the move as Gato roars up, looking for a cross-body. J-Kurt throws a boot out, knocking Gato to the mat and mounts the smaller man, throwing a flurry of rights and lefts into the luchador’s face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: An interesting start to this match, and I gotta say that BGM looks ready to come back from that depressing title loss. Don’t you thi…

Mikey turns, Bubba’s still not back from the bathroom.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Right.

J-Kurt is now off of Gato, picking the smaller man up by his mask. The referee starts to scold J-Kurt, but J-Kurt doesn’t seem to give a shit cause, hell this is America. J-Kurt whips the smaller man into his corner, coming up with a huge corner clothesline… ducked! J-Kurt collides with Matt Kurtis! Gato with the roll-up!

One!

Two!

Kick out at 2 1/2.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My god, Gato there almost gets the quick upset! Bluegrass Mafia look to be off their game tonight, and they’re going to have to pull themselves together if they want to win here tonight.

Gato starts to his corner, but is picked off as J-Kurt grabs his ankle. Gato turns back, both men starting to their feet. Gato attempts an enziguri, but J-Kurt ducks it and grabs his other ankle, pulling the smaller man into a modified crossface. Gato struggles wildly to escape, bringing Jesse James Hank Williams into the fray. He kicks J-Kurt in the face, knocking the Mafian off his masked partner. Williams begins to celebrate, but is cut off as Matt Kurtis dives in with a spear. He pummels away at Williams’ face, Jesse trying to struggle out. Gato throws a kick at Matt, but it is caught mid-swing by J-Kurt, who pulls Gato into a spinebuster. J-Kurt goes for the cover, Jesse finally struggling out.

One!

Two!

Jesse breaks the count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mayhem has broken out a minute and a half into this match, and I gotta wonder if the former Tag Champs are going to win this one.

BUBBA J:Psh. The Butt Fuck Morons are gonna lose this one. Not cause the Chex Mix Gravy Train is any good, but because J-Kunt and Ma-choo are as stupid and worthless as their half-twit brother Chump.

Mikey looks over to Bubba, who has finally returned to his spot- wielding a 24 pack of beer. Bubba breaks one open, then holds one up for Mikey. Mikey shakes his head, looking back to the action.

Meanwhile, J-Kurt and Matthew tag in and out, having their way with El Gato. An irish whip into a back body drop, Matthew catches a flailing Gato and plants him with a powerbomb! J-Kurt takes to the air via the nearest turnbuckle… moonsault splash! JJHW rushes in, nailing a clothesline to the back of Matt’s head, but is quickly turned down as J-Kurt comes up with a huge leg lariat! Gato is barely moving as BGM 2.0 now turns their attention to Jesse, Matthew pulling the smaller man up by the hair. Jesse throws an elbow to the gut, loosening Matt’s grip. Another shot, Matt stumbles back and releases the hold, Jesse falls back, coming up with a massive clothesline!- SPEAR FROM J-KURT! Bluegrass Mafia is back in control as Gato begins to stir, noticing his partner now in trouble. J-Kurt picks Jesse up with one arm, Matt grabbing the other. They whip Williams across the ring, but are caught off-guard as Gato quickly charges up beside his partner, both men rebounding and looking for a double cross-body! J-Kurt dives to the side as Matt catches Gato, J-Kurt barely able to yell a warning as Jesse rebounds again, coming up with an axe handle from behind to Matthew! Matt stumbles, dropping Gato, who lands on his feet and quickly jumps up with an enziguri! Matthew goes down, Jesse turning to J-Kurt as Gato checks to assure Matt stays down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Tex Mex Express is now on top, and J-Kurt looks to be in serious trouble!

BUBBA J:*slurp* Ahhh… nothing like a cold beer to make a boring hour something fun.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba! The match?!

BUBBA J:Oh, right. Go Packers!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wrong match, Bubba.

BUBBA J:Oh. Go… Japan?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nevermind.

Jesse and Gato start towards J-Kurt, who seems rather calm despite his current settings. He grabs the top rope, jumping over onto the apron. Gato charges up, looking for a dropkick, but J-Kurt drops, still holding the top rope. Gato flies over the rope as J-Kurt launches himself upward, looking for a corkscrew flying clothesline to Jesse. Williams attempts a reversal, but is caught off-guard as J-Kurt drops him to the mat. J-Kurt checks on Matt, helping the bigger Kurtis to his feet. Williams shakes off the clothesline, quickly running up to push J-Kurt into Matthew, Matt tumbling into the ropes as Williams attempts a roll-up on the stunned J-Kurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This could put the Mafia to bed!

One!

Two!

Matt with the save.

BUBBA J:Big fuckin’ moron. Shoulda just let that Jumpin Jackie Jupiter Jam get the win.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Are you drunk?

BUBBA J:Is that a trick question?

MIKEY MASSACRE: How drunk are you?

BUBBA J:Almost drunk enough to like this match. Almost.

BUBBA J:These guys have thumbtacks in them, but don’t seem to be noticing; they may have a promising future here in Rebel Pro.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The BGM 2.0 are former Tag Team Champs Bubba and Tex Mex Express are only in their second match.

BUBBA J:Yeah, you’re right, neither team has a future here.

Matthew picks Jesse up by the hair, nailing a headbutt right into the smaller man’s nose, busting it wide open.

BUBBA J:Okay, minus that part right there, ain’t nothin TO like in this match.

Matthew whips Jesse across the ring, looking for a clothesline. However, Gato grabs Jesse’s leg from outside the ring, quickly dragging his partner to safety outside. He checks on Jesse, who is bleeding rather profusely from his nose, and they both quickly duck to avoid the brothers Kurtis. J-Kurt looks to Matt, who shakes his head in disbelief as they both start towards the Tex Mex Express. As they look over the edge, Gato and Jesse come up with matching kendo sticks, smacking the BlueGrass Mafia in the heads. Matt and J-Kurt fall back, surprised at the attack. TME shoot into the ring, again a double shot, this time to the gut. Both Kurtis boys are now doubled over, and TME takes a moment to taunt to the crowd before shooting another blow to the back of the BGM’s heads… too long a moment, however, as both J-Kurt and Matt throw an authoritative boot to their adversaries’ midsections, big lefts to their heads. J-Kurt slides to the outside, Matt on watch for the TME as J-Kurt checks under the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Tex Mex Express could have had the win right there if it hadn’t been for their overzealous taunting.

BUBBA J:Yeah, and I coulda won this match twenty minutes ago with four well-placed boots to the skull.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This match has only been going for maybe eight to ten minutes, Bubba.

BUBBA J:My point exactly, Mike. My point exactly.

J-Kurt tosses an unknown number of chairs into the ring, Matt picking them up. Gato starts to his feet, but is met with a chair shot across the chest, sending him sprawling across the mat. J-Kurt finally retreats back into the ring as Jesse starts up, finding himself in a bad predicament. J-Kurt picks up a chair on one side as Matt readies his on the other, Jesse looking wide-eyed into what appears to be his fate.

BUBBA J:Be right back Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where are you… what are you doing?

Bubba J flicks his Zippo lighter, sending the soaked table up in flames before retreating back to the announcers table.

BUBBA J:Got cold, so figured I’d light a camp fire.

J-Kurt and Matt swing their chairs, aiming for a con-chair-to on Jesse- but he ducks! The chairs collide as Matt and J-Kurt are stunned by the shots, Jesse quickly hitting Matthew with a dropkick through the chair that sends the big man over the top rope….

And on top of the flaming table!

El Gato dives over…

Plancha on Matthew!

Jesse turns around, J-Kurt recovering as he quickly refocuses his mind, ready to attack Jesse.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesse’s gone! Jesse’s gone!

BUBBA J:If that were true, I wouldn’t care. But this is a tag match. Look.

Gato rolls up, nailing a quick groin shot from behind. J-Kurt drops his chair as Gato pulls J-Kurt into a roll-up, Jesse quickly shuffling to the ring ropes to make sure Matthew isn’t going to try and make some heroic gesture.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, the Tex Mex Express!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: A huge underdog victory for these up-and-comers, with an impressive win over Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.

BUBBA J:Impressive?! What the hell is so impressive about beating a couple of Kurtises? I could do that much sober! Besides, one Kurtis is a Krispy Kurtis.

Bubba J laughs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Could you, now?

BUBBA J:Well… I mean, if I was ever sober. But I probably still could. Whatever.

~Commercial for Brion’s Think Tank, he’s full of it~

***Rebel Pro Exclusive***

Our newest reporter for Rebel Pro, Marvin Humperdink, caught the following footage as he was trying to figure out his newly purchased video camera.

Jimmy Johnson stumbles out of the door, sweaty, discheveled, and looking completely worn out. The camera shakes slightly to catch the person walking to the door…

Marina Blue?!

Jimmy turns back to Marina…

“Damn Marina, if you don’t know how to rock a man’s world.”

Marina blows him a kiss before grabbing his ruffled shirt and pulling him back inside.

MARINA BLUE:(sexy deep throated voice) “Oh… there’s more of that to come… right now…”

Jimmy smiles as he is dragged back into the room without putting up much of a fight.

The camera takes a quick pan around the ring and we see multiple weapons of mass destruction set up around the ring. Stacked tables wrapped in barbed wire. Ladders. Chairs. Trash cans full of plunder.

The camera pans back to the ever lovely Jenny Jersey who is now standing in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is a round one match in the Crimson Cup Tournament!!!

‘Lipless’ by Fear of the City hits the PA and the REBEL crowd give a moderate pop to the man who steps out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Jersey City, New Jersey and weighs in at 225 pounds…..Hostile!!!

Hostile makes his way down to ringside, a look of intensity etched onto his face.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

‘Slip it in’ by Black Flag hits and the place explodes!!

JENNY JERSEY: She is the current Aggression Champion, hailing from North Hollywood CA, and weighing in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!

Blue steps out from the back and raises a barbed wire covered kendo stick high above her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This match was originally supposed to be a ‘fans bring the weapons match’ but after the third handgun was confiscated, REBEL changed this to a ‘REBEL Deathmatch!’ Regardless, this has the makings of a classic!

BUBBA J:As long as they leave us alone I’m good.

Blue starts her way down towards the ring when suddenly Hostile rushes into frame! Blue ducks under a wild clothesline attempt and proceeds to wear Hostile out with her barbed wire kendo stick!

Wack!
Wack!
Wack!

The stick connects across the back, the head and the arm of Hostile who is quickly back peddling and trying to get back to the ring!

Wack!

Another shot to the head puts Hostile on rubber legs and Blue rushes him! Hostile stops her cold with a back elbow to the face! Scoop slam onto the floor from Hostile! The barbed wire kendo stick is kicked away by Hostile as he drags Blue back to her feet. Marina is whipped back first into the guardrails! Hostile rushes her but Blue gets a boot up into his face! Blue scrambles up onto the guardrail, fans helping her steady herself, and she launches herself at Hostile! Hostile quickly sidesteps her and Blue hits the floor with a brutal thud! Hostile drags the Aggression champ to her feet and rolls her into the ring. He slides in after her and referee Alan Stone calls for the bell!

MIKEY MASSACRE: And this match is now official!

BUBBA J:Oh NOW it’s official!

Hostile pulls Blue to her feet, shoots her into the ropes and takes her up into the lights with a high backdrop. Hostile rolls out of the ring, grabs one of the trashcans fulls of plunder and tosses it back into the squared circle. Hostile slides into the ring, gets to his feet and upends the trashcan spilling it’s contents onto the mat. Blue is getting to her feet and Hostile charges at her ready to smack her with the metal can. Blue hits a low dropkick to the knee of Hostile and he drops to the mat face first, the trashcan ending up between his head and the mat! Blue grabs a chair up off the mat, waits for Hostile to get to his feet and cracks the chair across his back! Hostile drops to all fours and takes another wicked chairshot across the back! Blue tosses the chair away and rolls to the outside. She grabs a ladder, folds it up and slides it into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: An ex porn star with a ladder? This can only lead to bad things!

BUBBA J:Or another best selling DVD.

Hostile is starting to get to his feet but takes a basement dropkick to the sternum! Blue returns her attention to the ladder and sets it up in the corner. She starts to climb her way to the top as Hostile struggles to get to his feet. Blue reaches the top of the ladder just as Hostile gets to his feet. Seated senton from the top of the ladder! The REBEL crowd erupts into a raucous ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant at the 15 foot dive they just witnessed! Maria reaches back and hooks a leg as Stone counts!

One!

Two!

Hostile kicks out!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile kicks out but he could have broken ribs!

Blue tries to pull Hostile to his feet but takes a right hand to the gut. Another shot from Hostile causes Blue to release her grip on him. Inverted atomic drop from Hostile! Blue is still on her feet! Hostile hits the ropes and almost runs over Blue with a brutal clothesline! Hostile staggers over to the pile of plunder and picks up a staple gun. Blue is sitting up and Hostile stands behind her, grabs her head and places the staple gun against her scalp.

Kathunk!

The fans groan as Hostile plants a staple into the forehead of Blue!

Kathunk!

Kathunk!

Kathunk!

Blue is desperately trying to escape as Hostile unloads the staple gun into her flesh! Blood is flowing down the face of Blue and Hostile takes a moment to reach into his tights only to pull out a dollar bill.

Kathunk!

Hostile just stapled the dollar bill to the forehead of Marina Blue!

BUBBA J:Blue is gonna need some major airbrushing on her photos the next time she poses for a dvd cover!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Something tells me that this isn’t the first time a man stuck a dollar on the forehead of Blue!

Hostile tosses away the staple gun and drills Blue with hard right hands opening her up even more. Blue is a horrific mess and Hostile simply steps away from her and starts to climb up the ladder. Blue wipes blood out of her eyes and starts to scoot herself back towards the pile of weapons on the mat. Hostile reaches the top of the ladder and starts to play to the fans. Blue grabs the lid of the trashcan and makes Captain America proud as she sends it sailing through the air! The lid bounces off the skull of Hostile and he weaves for a second almost falling off the ladder! Blue rolls to the outside and starts hunting under the ring. Blue pulls out two chairs and quickly tosses them into the ring. Again she hunts under the ring and pulls out two sheets of plate glass! They too go into the ring to a thunderous pop. Once more Blue grabs something from under the ring but we can’t tell what it is.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What’s she have?

BUBBA J:Herpes? Oh no wait you mean in her hands, I dunno.

Blue rolls into the ring and quickly gets into a crouched position facing the ladder. Hostile has recovered and is getting ready to dive at Blue. Marina shows the crowd what she’s holding as she points a stun gun at Hostile! Hostile tries to protest but it falls on deaf ears as Blue hits him with the taser gun! Two metal prongs slap into his chest and he jerks and shakes on top of the ladder like a fish out of water as Blue juices him with electricity! Blue tosses away the spent stun gun as Hostile plops down onto a seated position on the top of the ladder, his eyes glassy. Blue again has to wipe the blood out of her eyes as she sets up her divide of death. She places the two chairs about 6 feet apart and then places the plate glass panes, one on top of the other onto the chairs forming a bridge! Blue reaches up and tears the dollar bill from her forehead and then starts her climb up the ladder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, this can only end badly.

Blue reaches the top of the ladder, slaps Hostile and snaps off a hurricanrana! Hostile flies off the top of the ladder, sails 15 feet through the air and slams through the glass pains! The glass explodes and so does the crowd! A huge ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant rocks the building as Hostile lays in the middle of the shattered glass! Blue crawls over to Hostile and drapes an arm over his chest! Stone for the count!

One!

Two!

Three-No!! Hostile kicks out!

Blue quickly grabs a shard of glass and digs it into the face of Hostile! Hostile knocks away Blue but his face is a crimson mask.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is turning into, pardon the pun, a massacre!

BUBBA J:And I love it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can’t agree with you more!

Blue is to her feet and she staggers over to what’s left of the weapons that are laying on the mat. She picks up a cheese grater and turns her attention back to Hostile. Hostile drives her to the mat with a modified spear! Hostile rolls out of the ring and drags a table wrapped in barbed wire close to the ring apron. He grabs another table, this one with light tubes taped to it and stacks it up onto the first table! Hostile rolls into the ring, grabs Blue and hoists her up. Blue is placed onto the top turnbuckle and Hostile climbs up alongside her. Hostile is trying to powerbomb Blue off the top turnbuckle but she’s blocking it! Hostile tries again but Blue shifts her weight and both sail off the top turnbuckle and both smash through the stacked tables at ringside! A huge roar from the crowd and Alan Stone rolls to the outside and starts to dig out the wrestlers!

BUBBA J:I think I just got wood from seeing that!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Regardless of who wins this match, I don’t think either one will be capable to advance to the next round!

Alan Stone has uncovered the wrestlers and they look like murder victims. Blue is tangled in barbed wire and the glass shards have carved them both up. Amazingly Hostile is moving! He uses Alan Stone to pull himself to his feet and then staggers away from the scene of the destruction. Hostile reaches under the ring and pulls out a sheet of glass that’s wrapped in barbed wire! A small package is attached to the center of the barbed wire glass pane.

BUBBA J:Is that an explosive! I love this match!

Hostile bridges the pane of destruction by placing one end on the edge of the ring apron and the other on the guardrail. The fans along ringside sense the coming destruction and start to back away en mass from the area. Blue has pulled herself out of the stacked table ruble and is a gory mess. Hostile drags Blue to her feet, positions her and powerbombs her through the barbed wire wrapped glass pane! The device goes off and it is indeed an explosive and the fans shriek in both excitement and fear! Smoke and debris hand around ringside and Hostile simply falls across Blue and Alan Stone quickly makes the count!

One!

Two!

Three!

Stone calls for the bell as both wrestlers get a standing ovation!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a hellacious match! I don’t know that either person had anything left in them!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and advancing on into the Crimson Cup…..Hostile!!!

Hostile is redeemed in the eyes of the REBEL crowd and they give him a huge pop for the Hell he just went through.

BUBBA J:Why did the referee make the count outside?

MIKEY MASSACRE: His call, hey it’s REBEL, no rules and….HEY!!!

The camera pans from a bloody and damaged Hostile to the mysterious ‘Dark Phoenix!’ The masked man is standing at the entrance way giving the match a polite golf clap!

BUBBA J:What’s that clown doing here?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Beats me, but he seems to have enjoyed what he’s seen!

~Commercial for Jacob’s Pepper Sauce, it burns going in and coming out~

We come back from commercial to find that both men are already in the ring and waiting on the commercial break before the match starts.

DING DING

Anton and Spyke meet center ring, the Russian standing far above Spyke and outweighing him by what looks to be a ton, but Spyke will not back down. Spyke leaps up slapping Anton right in the side of the face before following it up with a running knee to his side backing him towards the ropes. Anton uses his size to his advantage by catching and tossing Spyke into the ropes, but Spyke bounces off the ropes springing back with a roundhouse kick taking Anton right in the side of the head, but the big man still manages to catch the foot and toss Spyke over the side and onto the first table, sending Spyke through a glass table early on in this match.

BUBBA J:Here we go with the blood galore.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke dressed in barbed wire is looking for blood, but Anton manages to draw the first of the match. Anton steps through the ropes, but Spyke springs up with a brass knuckle shot to the chin backing the big Russian up from the onslaught, but he gets caught in the ropes. Spyke up on the apron, running along, handstand into a leg drop sending Anton’s throat across the middle rope cutting off his air supply.

BUBBA J:Geeze, this guy bounces around like a pinball in a machine.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And takes about as much punishment.

Spyke leaps up to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a missle dropkick, but Anton catches him tossing him up in the air and down face first onto the canvas. Spyke lays there, but the Russian is taking full advantage of this as he stalks his prey. Anton lifts Spyke up, Soviet Suckerpunch, a big slow MMA style punch, from him sends Spyke falling back into the corner. Anton slams a big boot into Spyke’s throat and is being choked out in the corner.

BUBBA J:No matter how much pain you like or can take, you can’t win if you are dead.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You sure are on top of your game here tonight.

BUBBA J:Thanks.

Anton lifts Spyke up, holding him here as he simply chokes the life right out of hiim. Spyke with a kick into Anton’s arm temporarily breaks the hold causing Spyke to fall down to the canvas. Irish whip sends Spyke running and Anton bounces off the ropes as well. Spyke back flips from the top rope…

Caught!

Anton mounts the much smaller man with a Lou Thesz press and begins to pound and pound his meaty fists into Spyke’s skull, causing another series of cuts to form and blood to flow.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke looks to be in a bit of trouble here.

BUBBA J:I’ve got a feeling Spyke is in trouble.

Mikey just looks at Bubba J, not believing what he is hearing. Bubba J just stares back like “What?”

BUBBA J:What is it Mikey?

Anton leans over, pulling Spyke back up to toss him through the second of what must be three consecutive tables. Spyke with a shot to his jaw and a similtaneous kick to his groin causes the big man to drop Spyke down. Gein lands on his feet, kick to the back of Anton’s legs causes him to fall onto his knees. Spyke hits the ropes, Shining Wizard takes the big man down and Spyke pops up, yelling and getting the crowd behind him big time. The crowd pop as Spyke pulls out a chair from under the ring and slides back into the squared circle and the ring technicians have replaced the broken glass table from earlier. Spyke brings the steel chair down on top of Anton’s skull once, twice, three, and four times before leaping up to the top turnbuckle.

“Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke!”

Spyke dives and rolls forward off the top, bringing the chair down unber his right ass cheek and sitting down right on top of Anton’s head. Spyke hops back up, off the ropes baseball slide into the chair, sending it right into the side of Anton’s face rolling the big man over from the impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a shot!

BUBBA J:Yeah, I may have to face this guy in the next round.

MIKEY MASSACRE: If you make it to the next round.

BUBBA J:I’ll make it, cause I’m f*bleep*king hardcore Mikey.

Spyke gets up, pumping his fist and in the single second it took, Anton begins to get back up to his feet. Spyke turns, noticing and hits the ropes looking for a dropkick or something. Anton slams his fist out taking Spyke’s head off! No, not literally, but figuratively as Spyke flips backwards from the impact and Anton is up and looking to murder something. Anton bends down, pulling Spyke up and tossing him over the top rope to slam into a second glass table, but this one doesn’t break, it cracks but doesn’t break. Spyke rolls over, standing precariously on the table as Anton notices and runs over. Spyke leaps to the top rope, to Anton’s shoulders…

MIKEY MASSACRE: A hurricanrana through the glass table!

BUBBA J:and we are back to square one as one man has to go through three consecutive glass tables… right?

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is how I understand it, but I could be wrong.

Spyke stands up, falling backwards to lean against the railing though, smiling through the blood, pain, and barbed wire around and on his face. Spyke shoves himself up and heads over to Anton, who is motionless on the remainder of the glass table. Spyke leans over, Anton with a hand full of glass fragments right into Spyke’s face!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke could literally be blinded here!

BUBBA J:He is one tough sombitch, he’ll find a way to continue fighting.

Anton shoves himself up, blood dripping from his face and chest as he stalks Spyke Gein like a shark smelling blood. Spyke turns around, big Russian boot to the face sends Spyke stumbling backwards. Anton with a roundhouse kick sends Spyke twisting around and slamming head first into the steel post. Anton catches him by the green hair, slamming him face first into the post, driving the glass and barbed wire firmly into his flesh. Anton laughs as he slams the younger Maverick’s face in again, and a third time. Spyke stumbles away and Anton gives chase. Spyke turns around throwing a wild superkick. Anton ducks easily lifting Spyke up…

Spinebuster through the glass table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anton starts the count again as glass fragments fly up into the air.

Spyke holds at his back, this time it doesn’t look like it tickles, but who knows what this hardcore daredevil really feels. Anton lifts him up, carrying him over a bit…

Facebuster on the broken glass fragments!

Anton drives his boot down hard onto Spyke’s skull, sending the face into the glass harder and harder, trying to drive them as dep as they can possibly go.

BUBBA J:Spyke looks to be in a world of hurt and in danger of losing this match.

BUBBA J:Spyke’s got something from under the ring…

Lighter fluid right into the smiling face of Anton backs him up as he claws at his face. The fluid goes deep into the cuts there and stings tremendously. Spyke pulls himself up, leaning heavily on the ring apron as Anton still tries to wipe the flammable liquid away. Anton comes close…

*Whoooooooof!*

The flames erupt on Anton’s face as Spyke flicks a lighter he found under the ring and Anton’s face is on fire.

BUBBA J:Burned Bear?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not funny.

BUBBA J:Burnsky?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nope.

BUBBA J:Krispy Kommy?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Give it up.

Spyke helps Anton out with a fire extinguisher shot to the face and the big Russian falls against the railing. Spyke with a swinging extinguisher shot, but the fire is out and Anton ducks under the blow by instinct. Spyke uses the momentum to follow through, but Anton slams a Soviet Suckerpunch right into Spyke’s junk and that is all. Anton lifts Spyke up… Military Press into a Death Valley Driver, he calls the move Vodka Spike!

MIKEY MASSACRE: How fitting, he calls that move Vodka Spyke and debuts it on… Spyke.

BUBBA J:Right through a glass table too, which means he’s only got one more to go!

Anton pulls an unconscious Spyke up from the broken table as ring technicians just finish replacing the other table they destroyed and are hurrying to replace this one as soon as both men get out of the way. Anton walks over, Spyke on his shoulders for another glass table shot to win the match. Anton adjusts Spyke up into a military press…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anton looking to finish Spyke off with a second consecutive Vodka Spyke and a third consecutive glass table demolishing for the win!

BUBBA J:It doesn’t look good…

Spyke with a tornado DDT counter sends Anton’s head crashing through the glass table!

BUBBA J:And Anton must start all over again as Spyke with the advantage of one table to Anton’s none.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke has gone through more tables here, but the consecutive order is all that matters in this type of match.

Spyke and Anton lay there, both bloody, but Spyke with more glass in his body and the barbed wire poking into his flesh.

BUBBA J:Does the rules allow for EMTs to come down to check on the wrestlers?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nope, the match goes on until there is a winner.

BUBBA J:Sweeeeeeeet!

“Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke!”

The chant goes on for a few moments, but it is Anton that begins moving first; however it is very slowly. Seconds later, Spyke begins to stir, but the first movements are a smile across his face before he tries rolling over to get up. Spyke pulls himself up just as Anton gets his big frame up to a vertical base; both men turn towards each other.

BUBBA J:This is f*bleep*king awesome Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It is the violence we used to fight under.

BUBBA J:Yeah, these two men right here aren’t pansies like has been wrestling in Rebel Pro.

Both glass tables are replaced now, thanks to the resting period both men needed before they got up to their feet. Spyke leaps forward with a front kick, but Anton swats him aside, catching the foot and swinging him around to slam head first into the ring apron. Spyke counters though by sitting up and nailing the big man with a fist right into his Russian mouth! Anton falls back, sending Spyke still spinning around. Spyke grabs the railing, flipping over to land with a foot in between a set of legs(on either side and his feet are actually on the seats of two chairs). Spyke smiles down before leaping to the railing and flipping over to land a dropkick right to Anton’s face sending him sliding onto a table back first. Spyke leaps up to the table, to the apron, to the top rope before sending himself inside and onto the canvas feet first. Spyke takes off at a run before bouncing off the opposite ropes, coming back and flipping over the top rope and coming down with a springboard seated senton! Glass fragments fly up high into the air and yet another table is destroyed, but seeing as Rebel Pro isn’t paying for them, lets go through a thousand more right?

BUBBA J:Both men are definitely going to feel this in the morning.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both will be sore, but one more than the other as Spyke has just sent Anton Petrov through two consecutive tables.

Spyke pulls himself up, bloody and smiling and does his best to roll Anton into the ring and finally succeeds before folling him afterwards pulling a sheet of glass with him; looking to finish the match here and now. Spyke leans it up in the corner before Irish whipping Anton towards the slanted glass. Anton with a reversal and catching Spyke by the head launches him like a lawn dart through the glass shattering it into a few million pieces!

BUBBA J:And now Anton with the advantage of only having to put Spyke threw two more tables!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The janitors are going to have a time to clean up all this glass.

BUBBA J:Its what they get paid to do damn it.

Anton lifts Spyke back up, blood literally pouring off his face and body but remarkably the canvas is fairly clean; but that’s due to them fighting mostly on the outside. Anton lifts Spyke up before running and tossing Spyke over the top rope onto a glass table, but it doesn’t break!

BUBBA J:That piece is made better, I’m not sure it even cracked.

Anton smiles as though this is just what he wanted. He pulls his three hundred and seven pound frame up to the top rope and leaps off with a Super Soviet Steamroller!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The later we get into this match, the quicker these table shots are going to happen because these men need to end the match.

BUBBA J:Before one of them is mangled, tangled, and disfigured like your ugly ass.

Anton is only one more table away from victory and moving on to the next round and it seems that he actually realizes it. Anton pulls himself slowly up to his full height before yanking Spyke up to his bent over base. Spyke is hurting and hurting badly. Anton turns to the crowd…

Ball shot!

Spyke with a shot right to Anton’s balls!

BUBBA J:Right in the nutters!

Anton is still covered in red, but he is appearing really white now as a hand full of glass fragments falls from in between his legs. Anton holds himself in pain while Spyke leaps backwards, stumbling as he lands on the apron and flies back with a knee right into Anton’s face taking him down.

BUBBA J:A hand full of glass right to his Russian Jewels!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on…

BUBBA J:Right in his Soviet Scrotum!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba J!

BUBBA J:Right in his Soviet Sack!

Anton falls against the railing, still holding himself as Spyke pulls himself up. The ring techs are hurrying to replace the glass as Spyke removes a sheet from the pile at ringside. Spyke gets them to place another sheet on top of his, creating three sheets of glass on top of each other.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Will that be legal?!

BUBBA J:Right in his Mother Russia Rubies!… Oh yeah, all the rules say is three consecutive tables, it doesn’t say anything about him not being able to put them on top of another.

Spyke lifts up the apron, dragging out a table before sliding it into the ring with a gleeful, yet bloody expression on his face. Spyke leaps over the top rope with a dive, but Anton moves out of the way, or actually just falls to the side and Spyke slams head first into the railing protecting the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Crash and freaking burn!

BUBBA J:Spyke had the chance to put this one away, but him not being able to lift Anton may be the deciding factor here tonight.

Anton looks at the three tables stacked on top of one another and a big bear type smile crosses his features before he rolls inside the ring dragging Spyke inside with him. Spyke looks to be out cold as he just flops when moved.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke has taken a ton of damage, but that flying headbutt into the railing may just have knocked him out.

BUBBA J:Speaking of out… I’m outta beer!

Anton sets up the chair before mouthing some words in Russian that probably translate into “I’m gonna put you away now, you stupid American.”

BUBBA J:He just said that he was going to put him away, the stupid American.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You speak Russian?

BUBBA J:Nope, but it is what I’d say if I were him, big, stupid, ugly, from Russia, and had glass shoved into my nut sack.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Couldn’t resist could you?

BUBBA J:Not at all.

Anton lifts Spyke up into the Vodka Spyke, showing off his tremendous strength before lifting off and driving Spyke through the tables!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its over! Its over! Anton Petrov has won!

BUBBA J:Now, it may be the alcohol, but I believe Spyke may have countered and drove Anton through at least two of those tables!

The video shoots back up on Megavision showing…

~Both men falling… falling… falling…

Spyke with a facebuster sending Anton’s face right through the top two tables!

~Back to live~

BUBBA J:See! I told ya!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It happened so fast I couldn’t tell, it happened right at the last possible second!

Spyke is actually moving, very slowly, but he is moving.

BUBBA J:And that tough sombitch is moving!

Spyke crawls through the broken glass to the ring apron and slowly into the ring, dragging hiimself and leaving a blood trail to the ladder. Spyke begins to climb up the ladder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He surely isn’t going to…

BUBBA J:He is! Holy Shit this little f*bleep*ker is tough!

Spyke is half-way up the ladder and Anton is still not moving on the unbroken table, but he is covered in glass and blood. Spyke halts on the ladder, not sure he can go on.

“Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: The crowd is behind him, can they give hiim enough to finish the climb and match?

BUBBA J:I sure hope so, because I’m not sure either man can go much longer!

Spyke reaches the top before nodding his head and diving….

Through the table with a double knee drop sending Anton’s chest through the table and glass flying up into the air once again!

DING DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and moving onto the next round of the Crimson Cup Tournament… Spyke Gein!

Spyke lays there, barely able to raise his hand, but he does to the cheering sound of the crowd. The arm flops back down as the scene begins to fade into the Rebel Pro Aggression logo.

BUBBA J:For this week, I’m Bubba J and join us for Winter Blast 201 next week!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What about me?

BUBBA J:Ah, no one really cares about you.