“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Jason Christopher preaching but his sermon is muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Jacob Venar climbing to the top turnbuckle!

“You got some attitude”

Venar hits the ‘Spread My Wings’ on some poor bastard!

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

Massacre and Bubba J sitting at ringside in a heated debate!

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

Marina Blue slinking her way to ringside, dressed in her slutty best!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Lisa Seldon Holding the REBEL World Championship high over her head!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Phoenix and the team of Might And Magic!

“Attitude, my canadian pharmacy attitude”

Jacob Venar throws Chris Casino off the top of a cage!

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

A giant chokeslam from Matthew Kurtis!

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

Freak Show winning the REBEL Tag Titles from the Bluegrass Mafia V.2!

BUBBA J: What a bunch of clowns!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Vincent Black stalking his way down to the ring!

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

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!

“You got some attitude”

Jacob Venar with the World Title draped over his shoulder.

As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marina Blue hitting a springboard seated senton on some poor (or lucky!) jobber!

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

The Tex-Mex Express battling with The Big Bo$$ Rider$!

“You got some attitude”

A rapid series of images of former REBEL Icons – Rex Caliber, Kyle Roberts, The ‘Assman’ Mike Trey, Great Alaskan Ninja!

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

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.
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“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

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“”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!

We come back from a commercial hyping Rebel Pro’s Night 3 of Honor Bound to find all people in the ring. Johnson calls for the opening bell.

DING DING

Williams and Kurtis circle each other,
both looking for the right spot to start their offense. They lock
up…collarand elbow tie up. Both men try to take the advantage, but seem to
be evenly matched. Williams with a quick go behind with a rear waist lock, but
Kurtisquickly floats behind with a rear waist lock of his own. Williams
tries prying Kurtis’ hands apart, reaching success as he spins towards Kurtis
for another collar and elbow. Williams with another go behind, and this time
he applies a reverse hammerlock. Kurtis struggles to pull his arm free of
Williams’ grip. He grabs Williams by the head…snapmare! Williams
quickly returns to his feet and catches a boot from Kurtis. Kurtis with an
enziguri, but Williams ducks it! Williams still has ahold of Kurtis’ leg,
and Kurtis rolls through flipping Williams back first to the mat! Both men
return to their feet withsmiles on their faces. Kurtis attempts another lock
up, but Williams ducks under. Williams grabs Kurtis for a suplex, but
Kurtis blocks it! Kurtiswith a boot to the gut. He sets Williams up for a tornado DDT! He flips over, but Williams stalls him in mid air! Kurtis
struggles…and he rolls throughfor a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both men quickly return to their feet. Kurtis signals that he was “that
close” to beating Kenneth Williams The two men lock up again, and this time
Williams is able to use his power to force Kurtis in to the ropes. Williams
applies a side headlock, but Kurtis quickly pushes him off. Williams hits the
far ropes and Kurtis leap frogs over him on the rebound. Williams hits the
opposite ropes and is met with a hard knee to the gut when he returns to
Kurtis!Williams is hunched over, and Kurtis gets his leg across the back of
Williams’ neck, Williams rises forcing Kurtis to flip back landing on his
feet…andWilliams decapitates him with a vicious clothesline! Williams
grabs Kurtis’ legs, looking for a cloverleaf submission, but Kurtis blocks him
at everyturn! Williams slingshots Kurtis in to the ropes, but Kurtis lands
feet first on the middle rope…springboard dropkick as Williams returns to his
feet!Williams crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside! Kurtis waits as
Williams slowly gets up on the outside. Kurtis hits the far ropes…full head
of steam…SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE ON TO Williams!

BUBBA J: I wish these idiots would stop cheering for a Kurtis, it shows no sophistication.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They can’t help but love any of the Kurtis family.

The fans cheers for Kurtis as he returns to his feet, drawing off of the fans
cheers. He brings Williams back to his feet, but Williams counters witha
drop toe hold! Williams brings Kurtis in to a powerbomb position…double
underhook…backbreaker! Williams falls back in to the guardrail, holding it
for support as the fans cheer for him as well. Williams climbs on top of the
guardrail, using his hands for support. He waits for Kurtis to get back up.
Williams runs the rail…spear on Kurtis! Williams picks Kurtis back up. He
applies a half nelson looking for a half nelson suplex, but Kurtis
blocksit! Snapmare by Kurtis! Kurtis climbs up to the apron, looking back at
Williams who is returning to his feet. Kurtis leaps to the top
rope…moonsault…into a DDT! Kurtis rolls Williams back in to the ring
and quickly climbs back up to the apron. He hesitates, waiting for Williams to
return to his feet. Kurtis with a springboard…and Williams catches him for
a snap powerslam! And he has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: J-Kurt showing that Kurtis resiliency as he manages to kick out after
that picture perfect snap powerslam!

Williams climbs up to the apron and start to ascend the ropes. As he reaches
the top, he looks down to see Kurtis back to his feet. Kurtis rushes in
and leaps in to the air, using the ropes for support to crack Williams hard
in the jaw with a knee lift! Williams falls to a sitting position and
Kurtis quickly joins Williams on the top rope. He lifts Williams in
position…for the Future Shock! Williams realizes his own move and delivers an
elbow to the side of the head…and a second! Williams holds the position
and summersaults forward for a flipping stunner! Kurtis
appears to be out, but Williams is still feeling the effects from the knee
lift. Williams finally crawls over to Kurtis for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Kurtis barely kicks out in time! Williams brings Kurtis back in to the
powerbomb position…double underhook again…backbreaker…NO! Kurtis with a
head scissors takeover upon the flip up! Williams is quick to get back up and
rushes at Kurtis for a clothesline, but Kurtis ducks it…neckbreaker! Kurtis
picks Williams back up with a front face lock. He lifts Williams…sitdown
front suplex! Kurtis climbs out to the apron as Williams rolls to his back.
Kurtis with the springboard…shooting star press…but Williams gets the knees
up! Kurtis holds his gut as he gets back up. Williams gets back to his feet and
lifts Kurtis with the reverse fireman’s carry slam. Williams
rolls Kurtis on to his stomach and applies a variation of an indian deathlock.
He falls backand wraps his arms around Kurtis’ waist, squeezing him like a
bear hug! He uses his strength to slightly elevate Kurtis during the submission,
adding morepressure to the back. Johnson checks on Kurtis, but Kurtis
refuses to give in. Williams applies more pressure and Johnson checks on
Kurtis again.

BUBBA J: What a submission by Williams! Kurtis has to find a way out of
this move, or Williams will be victorious!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ve never seen a submission quite like this. But it just goes
to show you how important this match is for both men!

Kurtis delivers stiff rights to Williams skull until Williams finally
releases the hold. Williams holds the side of his head as he brings Kurtis
back to his feet. He lifts kurtis up…backbreaker! Williams quickly makes
the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kurtis rolls the shoulder at the last second! Williams returns to his feet.
He brings Kurtis back to a standing position and whips him in to the
corner.Williams follows in…bone crushing clothesline! Williams follows up
with a shoulder to the gut…and a second…and a third! Williams backs off as
Kurtis stumbles out of the corner…belly to belly release suplex! Williams looks at Kurtis who
is lifeless on the mat. He makes his way to the corner and climbs the
turnbuckle.Williams with a flying elbow drop…but Kurtis moves out of the
way! Kurtis slowly returns to his feet, as does Williams. Kenneth turns to
Kurtis…reverseSTO, and Williams is down! Kurtis hovers over Williams’
body, lifting him in to a variation of a triangle choke hold! He places
Williams’ throat against his shin as he traps his arm, pulling down on his
head! Johnson checks on Williams who struggles to find a way out of the
submission!

BUBBA J: Don’t you do… don’t you do it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He did it, Williams taps!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match as a result of a submission… Jonothan Kurtis!

BUBBA J: Be… right back Mikey, got a little business to take care of.

Bubba J gets up, staring at J-Kurt in the ring, who also glares back at Bubba J. We fade into a commercial for Kent’s weiners, they come in 36 packs to feed all the Kurtis Family.

~Backstage~

Hostile, Vincent Black, and Bubba J are all taking turns beating the hell out of Kenneth Williams with boots, fists, and Hostile even has a lead pipe. Vincent leans over with a can of silver spray paint.

BUBBA J: Son, we are in a war about ratings, trying to show why Rebel can stand with the big boys, and you want to ignore recording apromo?

Vincent laughs as Hostile nails Williams with a lead pipe.

BUBBA J: Mark ‘em.

Vincent leans over spraying “EE” on Williams’ chest. Bubba J leans over right in Kenneth’s face.

BUBBA J: Next time… you’d better record your promo son, let this be a lesson to you.

The scene fades away.

~Commercial~

MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s now time for a couple newcomers to step into the ring, lets take it to Jenny Jersey for the introductions!

BUBBA J: Mmm, fresh meat!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against swells into the arena and an arousal of “boos” overtakes it as Ace Olen

emerges from the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, standing 6’4″ and weighing in at 234 lbs., currently residing in New Orleans,

Lousiana — “Dirt From The River”… Ace Olen!

Ace continues his way to the ring, loosening up and awaiting the arrival of Kris Klondike.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper plays and the fans jump to their feet with cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-one pounds., from Campbell River, British Columbia, Canada — Kris Klondike!

The music continues to play and Kris Klondike never emerges from the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: Kris Klondike!

Still, Kris Klondike is nowhere to be seen.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It doesn’t appear that Kris Klondike will be joining Ace Olen in the ring.

BUBBA J: Moving in takes time, give the guy a break. You ever moved all your stuff by yourself?

MIKEY MASSACRE: As a matter of fact, yes. Can you say the same?

BUBBA J: Why? Don’t they have movers that do that for you?

The music begins to fade out as Ace Olen calls for Jenny Jersey to hand him the microphone.

ACE OLEN: Well, it’s no surprise Kris isn’t here. If I were him, I’d probably bail too if I had to face me. Regardless of where

he’s at, I’m ready for a fight. I’ve trained for this, somewhat, and I’m not leaving until I kick someone’s ass. How about…

Ace holds his finger in the air, thinking about it.

ACE OLEN: How about you Jenny?

Jenny Jersey points to herself, shaking her head.

ACE OLEN: No? — Then get out of the ring.

Ace starts looking around the arena.

ACE OLEN: How about one of you then? Who would like to earn Kris’ paycheck for the evening? Raise your hand!!

Ace continues to walk around the ring and finally eyes down a scrawny, blonde man several rows back.

ACE OLEN: You sir! Come on up!

The Rebel Pro theme starts to play throughout the arena as the man makes his way through the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Apparently, Ace Olen intends to have a match one way or another, even if means fighting a spectator.

The spectator jumps over the ringside barricade and starts to walk around to the steps as Ace Olen separates the top &

middle ropes for him to enter. The music stops.

ACE OLEN: What’s your name, sir? And I only call you ‘sir’ because you’re actually willing to work for a living, unlike someone

else I know. What’s your name?

FAN: Matt.

ACE OLEN: Matt. Well Matt, you know how this game goes, yes?

FAN: Yeah.

ACE OLEN: Then, for legal reasons, I need you to look into that camera right over and tell the good folks, and by ‘good folks’

I mean lawyers — the good folks watching around the world that you are aware of the risks involved and you have no

intentions of suing Rebel Pro should you get injuried. Do you concur?

FAN: Yes.

ACE OLEN: Good.

Ace Olen points Matt to the corner and as he walks across the ring, the official is waving Ace off. Ace hands the microphone

to Jenny Jersey over the top rope. Ace speaks to Jenny Jersey momentarily before her voice rings throughout the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: And Ace Olen’s opponent — Matt!

Ace starts telling the ref to call for the bell, but the official is still waving him off, trying to tell Matt to exit the ring. Ace

finally turns around and tells the timekeeper to ring the bell. The timekeeper is about to ring the bell when…

…The Rebel Pro theme starts playing throughout the arena again and Larry Gordon emerges from the aisleway to a standing

ovation with a microphone.

LARRY GORDON: Olen, first and foremost, welcome to Rebel Pro. Now, I have to say that I am a little perplexed at what I see in

the ring at the moment. A professional athlete about to square off against a spectator?

Ace Olen just nods, mouthing the words “Kris didn’t show.”

LARRY GORDON: I know Kris didn’t show, for personal reasons, but I believe I have the answer you are looking for. Would the

young gentleman, Matt, genericcialis-onlineed.com please exit the ring and return to your seat.

Matt exits the ring and returns to his seat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thank goodness. Larry Gordon is putting an end to this nonsense.

BUBBA J: I didn’t think it was nonsense. You come up in this sport, you get criticized all the time. Studies have shown, that

kicking a critics ass is the fastest and most effecient way of shutting them up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Have studies found a way to shut you up?

LARRY GORDON: Here is your new opponent, Ace.

“I Hear The Voices” by Uriah Heep starts to play and the fans begin a mixed ovation of boos and cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring at this time, standing six feet three inches and weighing two hundred and forty pounds., from Miller’s Trailer Park — Bobby

Lee!

Bobby Lee enters the ring as Ace continues to loosen-up. Once Bobby Lee is finished playing to the crowd, the bell rings.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And here we go!

BUBBA J: Great, we get see Bobby Lee run for his life until he runs out of breath and falls down, then Ace will cover him. The

end.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Collar-and-elbow tie-up and Olen doesn’t hesitate pushing Bobby Lee to the mat in the corner.

Bobby Lee quickly slides out under the bottom rope with a look of shock and awe on his face. Ace Olen walks over to the

ropes and holds them open for Bobby Lee, the same as he did for Matt. Bobby Lee stands outside, telling Ace ‘no, you’re

gonna hit me!’ But Ace just keeps waving him in. Finally fed up, Ace jumps out of the ring as Bobby Lee starts running

around the ring.

BUBBA J: Do I know how to call ‘em or what!?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace Olen continues to chase Bobby Lee on the outside.

Bobby Lee slips into the ring and starts crawling to the other side, but before he can climb out Olen grabs the waistband of

his pants and drags him to the middle of the ring and stands him up. Olen gets in his face and poking him in the chest

until Bobby Lee is trapped in the corner. Slugging as hard as he can, Olen drops Bobby with one punch. Picking Bobby

back up, Ace starts driving his shoulders into his stomach before Irish whipping him to the caddy corner. Bobby Lee

bounces off the turnbuckle and stumbles to the middle of the ring, Olen drives him to the mat with a spear.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen now, climbing out of the ring.

Olen throws the timekeeper to the floor and steals his chair, folding it up and throwing it up over the top rope and

climbing back in the ring. Positioning the chair in the center of the ring, he picks Bobby Lee up, who attempts to Irish whip

Olen into the ropes, but Olen ducks the proceeding clothesline and nails Bobby Lee with a super-kick to the chin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, decimating Lee.

Olen repositions the chair again, picking Bobby Lee up and sending him to the ropes. On the return, Olen delivers a

vertebrae shattering spinebuster. Bobby Lee convulses on the ground as Olen heads to the apron and climbs the top

turnbuckle.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bobby Lee, staggering to his feet. Only to get knocked back down with a missile dropkick from the top rope

by Olen.

Olen positions the chair and walks around the ring till he’s standing directly between Bobby Lee and the chair.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, stalking Bobby Lee who is slow to get to his feet.

Bobby Lee drained, finally makes it to his feet, seemingly unaware of where he is. As he turns around, Olen drives him to

the mat with an RKO style inverted three-quarter bulldog onto the steel chair. Bobby Lee bounces off the mat with his face,

Olen smirks before pinning him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: 1… 2… 3!

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” plays throughout as the ref holds up Olen’s hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… ACE OLEN!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen very impressive in his debut.

BUBBA J: I would’ve rather seen Matt than Bobby Lee.

~Commercial~

We jump to the ring, just in time to catch Lisa holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbedwire and prepping a glass plate in the corner. Chad stands in his own, tapping his foot and looking bored beyond belief.

BUBBA J: I gave her those you know… to beat on him with.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’re good with the ladies.

BUBBA J: I’ve been told. Speaking of ladies, we’re about to see two of the best of them go at it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

BUBBA J: Nah you’re right, there’s a lot of great broads out there. Little girl Chad isn’t even in their league.

Chad, losing interest, charges forward into and into a Drop Toe-Hold, shattering the glass on impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’re off to great start.

Chad scrambles to his feet, bloodied and swinging blind, and right into a Baseball Bat shot in the stomach that puts him on his knees. Lisa then flips the bat off behind her before making a round of the ring, touching each corner before coming around in front of him, shooting forward and blasting him between the eyes with a Basement Dropkick.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa rounds home plate.

BUBBA J: Wish she was wearing studs.

Lisa gets up and takes a bow before peeling Chad off the canvas and driving him back into the corner. She then rips off a left right combination before spinning into a Back Elbow, leaving her facing away from him. She then points to the opposite corner and takes off on a run with Chad stumbling behind her. Hitting the ropes she steps up their face and throws herself backwards, but Chad steps under and then drives his heel back into her stomach when she lands behind him. Lisa doubles over and Chad turns around to straighten her up with a kick in the chest. He then leaps for a Snap Neckbreaker but Lisa twists around and leaves them standing in a Suplex position. Chad then fires off a knee into her chest before dumping her with a Snap Suplex and twisting over into the pin.

Lisa leans forward before the count can even get going.

BUBBA J: Chad looking to finish this one quick to save tearing up his pretty boy face anymore than she already did.

Chad drags Lisa up and bounces her into the ropes, taking her down with a Shoulder Block on the return. He then turns his genericviagra4u-totreat.com attention to a corner, lining up a second pane of glass.

BUBBA J: Look at sissy boy, gotta set it just right. Can’t he just beat a woman with glass like a real man?

MIKEY MASSACRE: So what do you call it when Lisa did the same?

BUBBA J: Hilarious.

Chad sets the glass at an angle before turning around, right into a Rolling Koppu kick from Lisa that smashes him into the corner, just missing the glass. Lisa then clambers back up and pushes Chad out of the corner. She then leaps up to the top-rope and turns around, giving Chad a second to turn around before leaping up, landing squaring on his shoulders and snapping back. Unfortunately, Chad does not. Instead he whips her back up and charges into the corner. Lisa mouths the word tits before exploding through the pane of glass in the clutches of a Sitout Powerbomb.

BUBBA J: God damn!

Chad then drags Lisa out of the corner by a foot and rolls into the pin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s out.

BUBBA J: Never gonna happen Chad.

Chad jumps up, drags Lisa off the mat and sticks a knee in her stomach. He then hits the ropes behind her, fires back with an arm outstretched and smashes her in the back of the head with an STO, grinding her face first into the broken glass. He flips her for the cover.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa throws up and arm.

BUBBA J: Seriously Chad, not a fucking chance.

Chad slaps the mat as he rolls off, but he refuses to give up his lead, dragging Lisa off the mat and standing her in the centre of the ring. He then hits the ropes, leaping to the second and flipping back, right into a Dropkick from Lisa that catches him in the chest and drops him in a heap. Lisa then jumps up shaking her head in a cartoonish daze, spattering blood across the ring. She then steps up one foot on his back and stamps down with the other, crushing his face against the mat.

BUBBA J: Woman after my own heart.

Chad rolls to his back as Lisa steps over him, leans into a twist and then shoots herself backwards into a Standing Stardust Special for the pin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Two! And Chad kicks out!

BUBBA J: Stupid bastard wants more.

Lisa leans back onto her knees, mopping a wet mess of bloody hair from her face before pulling Chad from the mat. Once on his knees though he drives her back to the corner, crushing the air from her lungs. He then steps up and hammers a Forearm Shot into her jaw for good measure. He then backs up a quick step before charging forward with a Discuss Clothesline, sending spit through the air before she sinks in the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa could be in trouble.

BUBBA J: And Chad could be the greatest wrestler in history but that doesn’t make it true.

Chad then turns his attention to one more sheet of glass, lifting it up and balancing it along the middle ropes in the corner like a platform. He then turns back to Lisa, dragging her up into a Front Facelock.

BUBBA J: Watch him about to blow it.

Chad lifts Lisa straight up, only to have her push herself off and land on her feet. Lisa then throws a Superkick that Chad pushes away. He then turns her to face him and launches a Clothesline that just skiffs over her head. The two then turn to face each other with Lisa striking first, kicking her foot straight up and smashing through his jaw and buckling his knees.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad is wobbled.

Lisa takes a step back, putting a foot off the glass and quickly pushing herself to the top-rope. Chad however staggers out of his daze and rushes forward with a leap up to the ropes in front of her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad jumps into dangerous territory up there.

Chad takes a second to right himself for a Belly to Belly Suplex but Lisa kicks out his

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leg and traps his legs before pushing him back into a Tree of Woe.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad falls back almost cracking his head off that glass.

BUBBA J: Give it a second.

Chad leans up from the ropes just as Lisa gets to her feet, shoots him a wink and leaps into the air, pulling up both her feet beneath her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nice knowing you Chad.

BUBBA J: No it wasn’t.

Lisa drops straight down into Chad, kicking out her feet through a Double Stomp, driving them into his face and stepping through, shattering the glass against his head. Lisa then rolls through onto a knee and throws out her arms, clearly quite pleased with herself.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Someone’s pleased with them self.

BUBBA J: She should be; she just won the twenty bucks I bet when I said she wouldn’t be able to kill him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why?

BUBBA J: Motivation. It’s worth losing the money.

Lisa then leaps back to her feet, dragging Chad out of the mess and pulling him up just long enough to blow his face out with a knee. Chad then sinks to the ground, dropping on all fours where Lisa lines up and rips a foot through his skull with a horrendous Soccer Kick. The crowd grimace as he goes down, and Lisa dives on to the cover.

BUBBA J: Ah hah! My boss beat the hell out of that damn Kurtis!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You could be a little less bias, you know.

BUBBA J: No I couldn’t, I hate a damn Kurtis.

[In a small church in Mobile, Alabama, Jason Christopher stands behind the pulpit. To his left, a rectangular picture or painting sits on an easel, covered by a black sheet.]

“Brothers. Sisters. REBEL Pro fans and competitors. I come to you today with a message. In my short period of time in this company, I have learned of actions and words that represent the truest form of depravity and vile behavior. But above them all, or perhaps below as it were, is one man. One man who epitomizes the true sense of evil that I have felt in my time here.

This man has done nothing to glorify our God, and has done everything in his power to advance the coming of Satan himself. And on top of this, he has not once recognized my greatness, my truth, my message, or indeed, my claim to the Kingdom of Heaven as the right-hand of our Lord.”

[He turns toward the easel, and places a hand on the top, clutching the black sheet.]

“This man, if he can even be called such, must be dealt with. It falls to me to defeat his march towards the destruction of REBEL Pro, and possibly the destruction of mankind. This man is none other…”

[He pulls the sheet back to reveal the picture.]

“Than Chad Kurtis.”

[A glossy 8x10 photo of The Show in action, blown up to nearly two feet tall, sits on the easel.]

“This man, who refers to himself as ‘The Show’, has denied all of my emails and calls to contact him regarding his behavior. I have made all attempts to resolve this peacefully, but my requests that he step down from his position of fame in REBEL Pro have gone unheeded. If he is allowed to continue his run to the top of this company, he shall surely bring about its demise through his depraved actions and words. Thus, I shall be forced to remove him personally. Chad Kurtis shall become my personal mission, my singular goal until the goal is achieved.

I ask for all of my disciples, and all followers of the Church cialisdosage-storeonline.com of Christopher, to pray for my success in this endeavor, and to ask our Lord, my father, to care for the eternal soul of Chad Kurtis.

I shall not be so merciful.”

[The image freezes with Jason Christopher on Megavision.]

Chad grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey, she knows “The Show” and knows that he’ll want to get his thoughts out in the open. Chad looks out to the crowd then up towards Heaven, before closing his eyes and then sighing he glares at the frozen image of Jason Christopher on Megavision.

CHAD KURTIS: JChrist I have listen to you talk about how you are the second coming and so on and you want to accuse me of blasphemy? That’s rich! Do you really understand the meaning of the word? Blaspheny is the impious ulterance or action concerning God and I am not a saint but I am not a demon either. Trust me when I say I know where I am going when I die because I know my sins have been paid. But moving on let’s talk about you. I know that is your favorite subject anyway so let’s just focus on you and your “Judaism”. If you don’t know what that means look it up because I ain’t here to preach! What I am here for is to tell you that if a holy war is what you want a holy war is what you’ve got and may God have mercy on your soul!

Chad looks around one more time at the crowd before his eyes alight on Megavision and Jason Christopher once more.

CHAD KURTIS: Because I won’t.

Chad drops the microphone before leaping out of the ring as “Cocky” blares in the speakers.

~Commercial for Honor Bound Night 4: Where Rebel Pro will stand out!~

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is an I QUIT MATCH and it is for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship! For Simon Kalis to win this match, he must force the challenger to say the words “I Quit”. However, for Emily Corlen to win this match, she must force the Champion to say “You’re not fat”!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Certainly an interesting stipulation created by the challenger here tonight, who is sick, and perhaps rightfully so, of Simon Kalis and others treating her like she’s fat.

A wolf’s howl can be heard throughout the arena, but instead of “She Wolf” by Shakira, the crowd seems confused as the opening riff from “The Look” by Roxette begins playing on the P.A. system. Several men with cameras make their way out from behind the curtain, two of them pulling a red carpet and unrolling it down the ramp. The crowd’s confusion turns to loud cheers as “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen pushes her way through the curtain.

BUBBA J: And this night just got better! Shake that ass!

Emily stands on the stage, extending her arms like wings, then sweeping them above her head before closing them around her mouth and howling. The men who came out before her have surrounded Emily and begun taking dozens of pictures. She poses playfully, showing off her flat stomach and grinning as the song continues playing.

WALKIN’ LIKE A MAN, HITTIN’ LIKE A HAMMER
SHE’S A JUVENILE SCAM, NEVER WAS A QUITTER
TASTY LIKE A RAINDROP, SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Rockford, Illinois… weighing in tonight at a very lean one hundred and forty-five pounds of pure muscle…

HEAVENLY BOUND, ‘CAUSE HEAVEN’S GOT A NUMBER
WHEN SHE’S SPINNIN’ ME AROUND, KISSIN’ IS A COLOR
HER LOVIN’ IS A WILD DOG, SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

The paparazzi finally part and Emily begins to make her way down the ramp, following the unraveled red carpet, smirking while looking as determined as ever.

SHE’S GOT THE LOOK (SHE’S GOT THE LOOK)
SHE’S GOT THE LOOK (SHE’S GOT THE LOOK)
WHAT IN THE WORLD CAN MAKE A BROWN EYED GIRL TURN BLUE

JENNY JERSEY: She is The Crimson Wolf… SHE IS EMILY… CORLEN!!!

WHEN EVERYTHING I’LL EVER DO I’LL DO FOR YOU
AND I GO LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

Emily reaches the ring and rolls inside, then runs the ropes a few times before stopping in the middle, pointing back at the stage, and then motioning for gold around her waist.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily Corlen very nearly left Birthday Bash two weeks ago as the Aggression Champion… can she fulfill what she believes is her destiny tonight and claim the title that barely eluded her the last time she competed for it?

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Cold Play hits up in the speakers as Simon Kalis with Tamika Nash Strader step from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, being accompanied to the ring by Tamika Nash Strader; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… SIMON KALIS!

Simon spits on the red carpet still left from Emily’s entrance before he steps up the steps. Simon climbs into the ring looking around before spitting towards Bubba J with a laugh and handing the title to Jenny Jersey.

DING DING

Collar and elbow, but Simon fires a forearm into Emily’s face, but Corlen catches the forearm and uses it to flip Simon over onto his back. Emily wastes no time in dropping a leg across Simon’s throat, but Simon has rolled out of the way and up to his feet. Simon with a running knee, but Emily catches the leg whipping Simon around slamming the back of his head with her elbow taking him stumbling away with a bulldog to the canvas.

BUBBA J: Emily on the ball here in the early going.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She has to make him say “You aren’t fat.” She’s got a long way to go, but so does Simon.

Emily locks on a crossface, but Simon rolls away from the move slamming his free fist right into Emily’s face knocking her out of the submission move. Simon pops up to his feet just as Emily does the same. They come together, but Simon leaps over Emily, slamming his boot backwards in a kick to the back of Emily’s cranium sending her throat first across the ropes.

SIMON: Don’t try and eat the ropes Emily!

Simon is laughing before springing up to the top, Emily gasping for breath because she hit the ropes hard. Simon leaps off, coming down with a leg drop that crushes her throat onto the top rope hard and she slings back falling back first onto the canvas. Simon catches himself, leaping up top and diving out with a front roll, coming down butt first on Emily’s chest. Simon pounds down with fist after fist onto Emily’s pretty face before she shoves him off. However Simon rolls up to his feet and bounces off the ropes as Emily reaches her knees. Simon with a dropkick right into Emily’s face rolls her onto her back. Simon grabs her by her hair, dragging her uup to her knees, Simon pounds his forearm and elbow in a vicioius combination rocking her head back on her neck. Emily shoves a fist into Simion’s midsection before slamming an elbow into the side of his knee bringing him down. Emily wobbles up to her feet, but Simon reaches his as well.

BUBBA J: Neither willing to give up yet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think anyone expected them to.

Simon grabs a side headlock, Emily shoves him into the ropes. Simon bounces to the other side of the ring, Emily rolling forward springing up to her feet slamming Simon in the throat with a clothesline rocking him back over the top rope. Emily spins around catching him right in the mouth with a kick that sends him over the top to the outside. Emily hits the ropes as Simon rolls up to his feet, back to the ring. Emily launches herself over the top…

SUICIDE PLANCHA!

Crashing into Simon and his head snaps off the concrete floor with authority and Emily is on a roll here.

BUBBA J: Maybe she knocked the asshole out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She would still not win though.

Emily pulls Simon up to a sitting position, driving her knee into the front of his face, busting his lip and possibly his nose as well. Emily slams the knee in a second time and this one definitely breaks the nose as a crunching sound is heard. Emily pulls him on up, whipping his around into the Announcers’ table. Simon leaps up to te table, flipping Bubba J off, before spinning around and kicking Emily right in the face with the toe of his boot, at the very least busting her nose as well.

BUBBA J: That arrogant sumbitch!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just calm down Bubba J.

Simon turns around, glaring at Bubba J before flipping him off for a second time, Mikey barely able to hold him back in his seat. Simon turns back around, pulling Emily up, but she grabs the front of his pants falling back sending Simon’s face into the steel post. Simon’s face rebounds from the steel as he spins around. Emily hops up to the ring apron, running and leaping off as Simon turns back around dazed and a bit confused. Emily launches herself landing on his shoulders, sending him down with a hurricanrana on the concrete. Emily grabs the microphone, putting it down to Simon’s lips.

SIMON: No one wants to screw you… you fat cow…

Simon grins as Emily pounds her fist into Simon’s face.

BUBBA J: I do.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do what?

BUBBA J: Want to screw her.

Emily digs under the ring, pulling out a wrench used to set up the ring. Simon rolls over laughing as he gets up to his feet. Emily spins around bringing the wrench up, Simon ducks under. Emily’s momentum keeps spinning her around. Simon catches her from behind, lifting her back, causing her head to slam into the concrete with one hard German suplex. Simon isn’t finished though, he rolls over, slamming her down with a second one, this one causing Emily’s skull to land solidly on the wrench. Simon rolls back up, another German, but he releases her causing her to slam into the railing and it slides back an inch or so from the hard impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She slams hard into the railing.

BUBBA J: But she is far from done.

Simon stalks over, pulling the bloody Emily up and shoving the microphone into her face.

EMILY: Never!

Simon bitch slaps Emily, causing her head to spin around and blood flies from her nose and face. Simon lifts her up, slamming his knee into her groin.

SIMON: There is more of that to come Bessie the Cow.

Emily fires a right hand, but her aim is off due to the dazed look in her eyes. Simon lifts her up, crotching her on the railing before he steps on Bubba J’s balls to climb on top of the table.

BUBBA J: That… sum… bitch!… My… balls… can’t take this s hit anymore!

Mikey Massacre is unable to comment but his laughter is filling the microphone.

BUBBA J: It… ain’t funny you bearded bitch!

Once again Mikey is laughing too hard to comment. Simon leaps off the table catching Emily of his way down and slams Emily’s face into the top of the railing. Emily rolls over to the side of the railing where the fans scatter to get out of the way of the action. Simon hops over the railing, picking up a discarded beer bottle before bringing it down on the top cialis soft tabs side effects of Emily’s skull.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That… a… your nuts got stomped…

The bottle shatters into a dozen pieces, probably more but all that matters is that Emily is definitely pouring blood from the top of her head as she is on her knees and elbows. Simon pulls her up to her dazed feet as he stands on the seats of two chairs. Simon leaps up onto Emily’s shoulders and balances there.

Emily counters with a powerbomb through the chairs!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn what a counter!

Emily was able to throw off Simon’s balance just enough before sending him through the chairs with a desperation powerbomb! Emily and Simon lay on their back, Simon on the chairs and Emily on the popcorn and glass covered concrete floor.

BUBBA J: There has to be a winner, but whether I like him or not, Simon is one tough sumbitch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is high praise coming from you to admit something like that about Simon Kalis.

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Emily gets the microphone from Alan Stone, she shoves it into Simon’s face.

SIMON: This… is… so… much… fun…

Simon grins as Emily continues by pulling him back up to his feet. Emily with a spinning elbow backs him through the fans willing to stay in the line of danger. Emily leaps to an empty seat before coming around Simon’s head, bringing him down with a DDT onto the concrete floor.

EMILY: Still… fun?

Simon groans, from the pain as we find out that his forehead shattered a Bud Light bottle and ground parts of it into what looks like fine powder. Emily spots a pocketbook left by a fan and finds something she is looking for, a spray can of pepper spray. Emily lifts Simon to a seated position before slamming him so hard that his glass eye pops out, landing on the concrete. Emily stomps down on it, shattering yet another glass eye of Simon.

BUBBA J: That’s it sexy.

Emily opens the top to the spray, and lifts Simon’s eye lid… spraying the contents right into the empty eye socket. Simon screams, anyone would cause that shit hurts. Emily drops the can into her trunks, it may come in handy yet again in this match. Simon shoves her away, pouring some liquid that he grabs from a cup into the empty hole, anything is better than that liquid. Simon spins around, blinking away tears as Emily flies at his face with a running dropkick. Simon grabs her feet, spinning her around causing her to take out several rows of chairs as he releases her to roll through their metal uniformity.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe we should have had an empty arena match.

BUBBA J: Nah, the fans know the risk when they come to one of our shows.

Simon washes out his eye again, before stumbling over to where Emily lays in an ackward position among so many steel chairs; Simon drops down holding the microphone.

EMILY: Nope… not… now… either…

Simonpounds his fists into her ears in a bell clap before lifting her up and seeming to grunt from the effort. Simon has her on his shoulders before stepping up onto a seat. Simon leaps off, driving Emily head first onto the concrete. Emily is out cold, completely and utterly unconscious.isn’t moving and Simon looks like he is fixing to do severe damage to her.

BUBBA J: This… ain’t cool. Ithink Emily is unconscious.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree with you but Simon is far from finished.

Simon grabs a piece of broken beer bottle and looks to carve up Emily’s face and body when a steel chair slams into the back of his skull sending him forward. Simon rolls over to see David Blazenwing standing over him with the crowd roaring. David points to the piece of glass before shaking his head and bringing the chair down a second time. Simon rolls over avoiding the chair as the two begin the brawl back to the ring. David drops the chair throwing a right hand, Simon ducks under kicking David in the back.

BUBBA J: See, I’m not the only one with hatred for Simon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But David is the only one doing anything about it.

BUBBA J: So, you think I’m scared?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I didn’t say that.

David and Simon fall over the railing throwing fists, knees, and kicks as they just brawl all out, with no rhyme or reason to it.

BUBBA J: But that is what you are implying!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did not!

BUBBA J: Well, I’ll show you and everyone else then!

Simon gets on top of David, putting all of his weight onto David’s throat, chking him out quickly and efficiently. Simon gets up, laughing as he turns around.

Trailer Park Trash!

Simon goes down and Bubba J hops over the railing to bring Emily over. Bubba J gets Emily up, “The Crimson Wolf” stumbling along as they get across the railing. Emily heads over to where Simon is laying out cold next to David.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What is he doing now?

Bubba J sets up two chairs, placing a couple of glass tables on top of their seats before motioning for Emily to use them to her advantage; Emily just nods.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That sob sure does pick and choose his times to finally get even.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do Mikey and I might not be finished yet. I intend on making damn sure he doesn’t leave here Aggression Champion.

Emily pulls Simon up onto the double decker glass table that Bubba J set up for Simon. Emily places him into the hold for the Catalyst(Glam Slam) and drives him through the glass tables!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

She shoves the microphone into his face.

SIMON: Not… that… anyone… will… but… fuck… you…

Emily slaps the taste right out of his mouth sending blood and spittle from his mouth before lifting him up. Simon gouges her in the eyes with two fingers before delivering a diamond cutter!

BUBBA J: Fuck!

Simon finds the microphone, holding it right at Emily’s mouth, barely, but he holds it there.

EMILY: I…will… not…

David slams a boot right into Simon’s head and here comes Tamika from around the ring post leaping from the apron nailing David with a cross body sending him and her into the railing.

BUBBA J: Guess she’s had enough.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say so.

BUBBA J: But while she is occupied…

The headset slams down as Bubba J rushes over spinning Simon around nailing another TPT. He pulls Emily up pointing down at Simon. Emily nods lifting Simon up as Tamika turns around to see Bubba J there. David nails her in the back of the skull with a superkick

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BUBBA J: That should take care of his ass!

SIMON: You… aren’t… fat.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEWWW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… “Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen!

David rolls up to his feet and next to Emily as Jenny Jersey hands her the Rebel Pro Aggression belt. Emily and David walk towards the back, him helping her stand as she has lost a lot of blood here tonight. The crowd who weren’t on their feet stand up and begin a chant.

EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY!

Emily turns around holding the belt up high before pointing to the crowd and then placing the belt on her shoulder as we fade into the Rebel Pro logo. As the scene fades, we notice Ace Olen standing there staring at Simon shaking his head in disgust.