Aggression 4-29-2011

As Aggression hits the air, we come to see an official flagging down a cameraman and paramedics.

Official: He’s over here!!

The camera man and the paramedics are one after the other, the scene pans down to find Ace Olen laying face down in a pool of his own blood and a sledgehammer near his body.

Mikey Massacre: My God! What the hell happened to Ace Olen? Who’s responsible?

Bubba J: Tonight should be very interesting!

The scene fades as the paramedics begin tending to Ace.

“Carbomb” hits, and out walks Vincent Black. He is wearing jeans and a “Hardcore Drinking” t-shirt, and sneakers. Across his forehead are the stitches that sewed up the gash Finale created.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow, Finale left his mark on Vincent.
BUBBA J: Shut up, Vincent had that match won!

The fans boo intensely, as Vincent walks to and slides into the ring. He snatches the microphone out of Jenny’s hand, and the crowd boos harder.

VINCENT BLACK: Hello REBEL fans, and welcome to– SHUT THE HELL UP!

Of course, the fans boo harder, and Vincent looks angry.

VINCENT BLACK: All right, morons. Keep booing. I came out here for three reasons. One, to remind all of you that the Extreme Elite’s very own Hostile will be winning the Aggression Title from “The Changing Nickname” Emily Corlen tonight, further solidifying the return of the Extreme Elite. Hostile was the Extreme Elite’s NAPW representative before, and now he’s in REBEL, and he’s kicking ass right along with us. Extreme Elite WILL run this place, again, along with the rest of the AoWF!

BUBBA J: Damn right!

The crowd responds with boos, and Vincent seemingly basks in it.

VINCENT BLACK: Now, you all saw the display of piss-poor organization that occurred at Honor Bound Night 4. The Alliance of Wrestling’s Finest? Get fucked. Wrestling’s Finest don’t stand a chance against the Extreme Elite. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Some fans cheer, being REBEL fans tried and true, but most just hate the fact that Vincent is still talking, and keep booing.

VINCENT BLACK: And now, the atrocity that was “officiating” at Honor Bound Night 3. Finale, Starr, Langly, you all kept spewing shit about how I would be easy to put away, and that I couldn’t beat any of you. Well, guess what? I did. I pinned Starr for the three count, and the win, regardless of how much blood I shed! The Extreme Athlete Vincent Black was the true King O’ Extreme! It just so happened that Finale got a pin at the same exact time as I did. It just so happened that the BWF’s “rising star” was lucky enough to be the right place at the right time, and was lucky to somehow pin the superior athlete between him and Riona Langly. But the fact is, after watching the tape, I had Starr beat. And you know why the REBEL refs decided Finale gets the fall?

BUBBA J: Why’s that, Vince?
MIKEY MASSACRE: He can’t hear you, Bubba.

VINCENT BLACK: It’s because Larry Gordon, that piece of shit, was mad that I went around telling the world I didn’t represent REBEL, or any of you shithead fans at Honor Bound Night 3. I represented Hostile, Bubba J, and myself, the Extreme Elite!

The booing in the arena is so loud, it’s almost deafening.

VINCENT BLACK: I was screwed over from the beginning because Larry Gordon wanted to make an example out of me. So, I made an example out of his referees and medical staff. Don’t fuck with me, Gordon, you know-

“I’m a Rebel” begins to play as the crowd cheers for REBEL owner Larry Gordon. He walks to the ring with a microphone in his hand, talking.

LARRY GORDON: Vince, I understand why you’re upset. You proved to the world you’re extreme, hardcore, ultraviolent. Hell, you proved to Finale and Langly and Starr that you are as tough as you say, maybe tougher. But, the officials reviewed the video evidence, as have I, and Finale’s pin was counted less than half a second before yours. A true photo-finish, if I ever seen one.

VINCENT BLACK: Bullshit, Gordon. I’ve watched the same video a thousand times, and he got a fast count. I had Starr pinned first, and my ref was counting first. Finale got a fast count and I still think YOU told the refs I was not allowed to win. I fought against all odds to rightfully win, and you screwed me out of it!

The fans boo, and Gordon shakes his head.

LARRY GORDON: Do you really think that, on REBEL’s night of Honor Bound, I wanted the man representing REBEL to lose? Regardless of what you say, you were representing REBEL, and you were my favorite to win. But, I’ma proponent of fair competition, and Finale won as fair as possible. I have faith in my officials, and so should you.

Vincent begins to speak, but the crowd begins chanting “LETS GO LARRY *clap clap clapclapclap*”

VINCENT BLACK: Larry Gordon, I demand that you get Finale here and book a King O’ Extreme match between him and I. Any match type, I don’t care. I want–

LARRY GORDON: Woah woah woah, killer. You assault two of my staff and three medical staff, and expect something from me?

VINCENT BLACK: YES!

The crowd’s boos are so intense and loud, it almost drowns out what Larry Gordon has to say next.

LARRY GORDON: OK, Vincent, I have something for you.

The crowd stops booing, it’s almost completely quiet.

LARRY GORDON: You’re suspended.

BUBBA J and MIKEY MASSACRE: What?!

Vincent shouts WHAT?! at the tops of his lungs, the crowd cheers wildly, as Gordon backs up towards the entrance and security begins to rush the ring.

LARRY GORDON: Indefinitely! Take him away, boys.

The 8 security guards all enter the ring, and Vincent begins to fight them. One eats a big boot, and another is tossed nonchalantly out of the ring. As Vincent gets his hands on a third, a police baton falls across the back of his neck, but he shakes it off. The numbers are getting to Vincent, as he is slowly being overwhelmed. Bubba J goes to stand up to get in the ring, but Massacre holds him back.

Finally, Vincent is cuffed, restrained, and led towards backstage, as fans cheer and throw garbage at Black.

BUBBA J: What the fuck?! Does Gordon know who that is?! That’s Vincent Black, a REBEL Icon!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well, Bubba, it’s Vincent Black, suspended REBEL talent. Until further notice!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

Alice Cooper’s No More Mr. Nice Guy sounds over the speakers as Kris Klondike appears from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

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

Klondike enters the ring and keeps his eyes on the ramp as he awaits his opponent. He doesn’t have to wait long as Metallica’s “Four Horsemen” sounds over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing his opponent, from Mobile Alabama, “The Second Coming” Jason Christopher!

Jason Christopher slowly walks towards the ring, slightly wincing with every step.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It just goes to show just how tough this man his. Not to many people could compete after the hell he went through.

BUBBA J: After what my man Hostile put him through, he’s lucky to be walking at all. And that’s exactly why Hostile is bringing championship gold to The Extreme Elite when he slaughters Corlen tonight.

Jason rolls into the ring and slowly gets to his feet. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell to get this match going.

DING DING

And Klondike comes in hard and fast with a monster sized lariat that nearly decapitates Jason. The REBEL Pro new comer is quick to capitalize as he drops an elbow across the burned chest of Jason Christopher. Kris Klondike pulls Jason to his feet before slamming him back down with a Flapjack.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Klondike looking impressive here so far.

BUBBA J: Of course he is, anyone can pick up the scraps after Hostile.

Klondike hoists Jason back up to his feet and sends him in to the corner hard. Kris sits Christopher onto the top turnbuckle… Superplex! And a cover.

One…

Two…

And that’s all he gets as Jason rolls his shoulder off the mat. Klondike back to his feet and quickly hits the rope for another big elbow drop. No, Christopher rolls out of the way just in time. Jason grabs the ropes to help get to his feet as the bigger Kris Klondike rolls to his feet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kris Klondike is first to his feet. To be honest I’m not sure Christopher should be competing here tonight.

Kris holds off and lines up until Jason gets to his feet. Klondike with a running big boot that sends Jason over the top rope to the outside! Klondike heads out after him and slams him face first into the ring post which causes the burns on his face to rip open. Kris goes under the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer. Jason is laying prone as Klondike gets ready to strike. Kris Klondike brings hammer down! Thud!! The hammer connects hard! But it only hits the ground as J.C. moves out of the way just in time.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was a close one. Jason Christopher has to start mounting some offence if he wants to survive this match.

BUBBA J: He’s got nothing left after Hostile crucified and burnt his ass in Osaka.

Jason gets to his feet just in time to duck under a second attack from the hammer. Jason with a desperation hay maker to Klondike’s face that rocks the big man, causing him to drop the maul. Jason hits Klondike with another right before connecting with a boot to the mid-section and landing a DDT! Both men lay motionless on the outside for several moments before Jason starts stirring. Jason on his knees before the new comer begins to get to his feet. Both men get to their feet at the same time, Klondike with a wild right hand that Jason ducks under and behind and counters with a German Suplex attempt. Klondike blocks the suplex attempt and hits J.C. with an elbow the the side of the head. He follows it up with another elbow before driving him back first against the ring apron. Christopher drops to the ground holding his back, Klondike presses his advantage and delivers a soccer kick to the back before picking him up and rolling him back into the ring.

[Cut to a commercial to Brion's Half-Baked Beans. They'll keep you BOLFING!]

Back to the action as we see Kris Klondike with Jason Christopher in a figure four leglock. The official checking to see if Christopher is still in this. Jason’s shoulders touch the mat and the ref starts counting.

One…

Two…

Thre… No.

Jason gets his shoulder up! J.C. is trying desperately trying to reach the ropes. It won’t force the break but it will help him with an escape attempt. Kris pulls his weight and drags Jason further from the ropes. It looks like Jason is fading fast as his shoulders again land flat on the mat as the ref starts the count.

One…

Two…

Three!!! NO! NO! NO!

Jason rolled his shoulder up just in time! Jason tries to roll Klondike over and relieve the pressure from the leg lock. Klondike using his size to prevent the rollover but Jason switches directions and uses the bigger Kris
Klondike’s weight against him to reverse the hold. Klondike releases the leglock. Klondike back to his feet quickly while Jason Christopher holds his leg, obviously still feeling the effects of the figure four. Klondike grabs Christopher by the head and delivers a huge belly to belly suplex. A cover.

One…

Two…

Thre… no! A kick out by Jason!

Klondike slaps the mat in frustration before heading to the top rope. Jason slowly gets to his feet, Kris leaps from the top rope and levels Jason with a flying clothesline.

Cover!

One…

Two…

Three!

Yes!

No!!!

Christopher is still in this as the ref waives off the count. Kris starts arguing with the the official but as always that gets him absolutely nowhere. Klondike gives up on the fools quest and turns his attention back to his opponent. Klondike hoists Christopher up on his shoulder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here comes the Big Timber!

No! Jason Christopher counters with a reverse DDT! A quick cover gets a one count. Jason gets to his feet just before Klondike. Jason with a chop to the chest followed by a brutal looking European Uppercut. Klondike is sent reeling back by an onslaught of stiff strikes. Christopher with a sudden snap suplex. Jason presses his advantage with several knees to the ribs of Klondike. The Second Coming lifts Klondike back to his feet and into a northern-lights suplex. The bridge for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thr… No! Kick out.

It’s Jason’s turn to feel the frustration of not being able to put his opponent away. Jason brings Kris to his feet.

“They say I’m cocky, and o say what!
It ain’t bragging motherfucker if you back it up!”

Chad Kurtis is at the top of the ramp staring in the eyes of the man who cost him his title shot. Jason his staring right back at him. Chad mouths the words “Behind you”. Jason turns just a split second too late as Klondike rolls Jason up with a small package.

One…

Two…

Reversed! Christopher is pinning Klondike

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes?

Yes!

Ding, Ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, Jason Christopher!

Jason stands in the center of the ring holding his crucifixion pose before dropping down to one knee.

We jump backstage, maybe literally, who can say. Not me, that’s for sure, since I’m just watching.

ANYWAY!

We land backstage with Lisa Seldon, standing alongside the Rebel Pro interview guy whose name she can’t currently remember. Hank or… something. Hopefully that doesn’t make him feel bad.

HANK OR… SOMETHING: Good evening, I’m joined at this time by Lisa Seldon, the reigning Rebel Pro and now AoWF World Champion. So Lisa, what are your thoughts on being crowned the top wrestler in our sport?

There’s a slightly pained silence. Lisa, who is currently wearing an AoWF title around her waist and a Rebel Pro on her shoulder, cocks an eyebrow.

LISA SELDON: That the best you got?

HANK OR… SOMETHING: I’m an on air interviewer designed to facilitate the talent and get across the points they want to say. If you want a critical, in-depth and challenging interview, then you should probably try someone not employed by a particular company and tasked just with making the talent look good.

Lisa makes a hurt face. Lucky she’s a professional wrestler and can hurt the people who offend her, and so she reacts with a palm thrust, smashing him in the chest and knocking him out of the shot. Lisa then turns back to the camera.

LISA SELDON: Good evening peoples, and welcome to me, your new AoWF World Champion. And can I just say what an honour it is to be able to call myself the single top competitor in the entire community. The community that you people make great.

She indicates toward the camera. Thus encompassing everyone and making you people feel really super special and not like you’re being pandered to at all.

LISA SELDON: Today though, we’re here to talk about Rebel Pro.

She clears her throat.

LISA SELDON: A week from now I’ll be defending my title for the first time against…

A voice from off screen.

HANK OR… SOMETHING: Justin Case.

Lisa wrinkles her nose. A sigh.

LISA SELDON: A week from now I’ll be cleaning be cleaning Justin Kurtis’ brains out of my hair and getting ready to carry this title right here to new heights.

She pats the face of the Rebel title, because there are so many that it might get confusing.

LISA SELDON: That’s because despite running one company and being champion of the entire universe or whatever, I’m still very much Rebel Pro. And I’ll be proving that night after night when I carry this company to all new heights. So don’t get lost thinking that, just because I’ve come back with some shiny new things that all of a sudden I think I’ve outgrown this place, because all that’s done is spur me on to work this place harder.

For no other reason than he seems to be hovering around just at the edge of her eye line, Lisa grabs generic interview guy with no name back in under her arm. The obvious size difference between the two is circumvented by pulling him practically to his knees.

LISA SELDON: So if you thought running through your entire roster in one night before heading off to plaster bits of the AoWF’s finest across the orient was something, then you better buy some goggles or whatever, because at Barbedwire Massacre, I’m going to rip out Justin Kurtis’ heart, burst it in my hand and then eat the remains. And then from there, things only get better.

Lisa unlocks her arm around that guys neck just enough to point her fingers to the camera. She then points them like a gun, and fires, as the camera cuts out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Next up, Jaice Wilds will try his hand at Ace Olen who was badly beaten backstage, however I received word moments ago he WILL! be participating in this match. Unbelievable.

“Animals” by Nickelback fills the arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lets take it up to Jenny Jersey for the introductions!

The bell sounds and Jenny Jersey takes the spotlight.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-four pounds and standing five-feet six-inches, from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil… HE IS THE EXTREME AERIALIST… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice emerges from the entranceway, playing to the crowd before running down the aisle way and sliding into the ring. Once in the ring, he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and plays to the crowd some more before finally back-flipping to the center of the ring.

BUBBA J: Well, Jaice is here! Lets see if Olen shows or not.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against drowns out the stadium as the fans give mixed ovations.

JENNY JERSEY: …weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-four pounds and standing six-feet four-inches, currently residing in New Orleans, Louisiana… ACE OLEN!

As the music blares, Ace appears to be no-showing. The excitement in the stadium stops, but only for a moment as Olen emerges from the entranceway, hobbling on his right leg. The stitches above his left-eye have been ripped, they are bandaged with gauze and medical tape for the time being. Blood still stains his face, hair and clothes as he continues to hobble down the entranceway.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, for whatever reason still choosing to come out here, even though he looks like hell!

BUBBA J: He’s a true competitor! He has the fighting spirit in him! And nothing Mikey, NOTHING will keep him from a match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Perhaps he should’ve elected against it in this case.

Olen finally reaches the ring, slowly rolling under the ropes and slow to his feet. The referee checks on Ace, Ace nods his head and the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

MIKEY MASSACRE: HERE WE GO!

Wilds and Olen collide into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Wilds is quick with a reverse hammerlock. Ace reverses into an armbar. Wilds flips onto the mat, standing and reversing the armbar onto Olen who flips onto the mat and pushes Jaice’s chest with both feet, knocking him to the mat.

Olen stands up and heads for the ropes, Wilds flips over to his stomach and Ace leaps over him. Jaice stands up and leap frogs over Ace and catches him with a monkey flip off the rebound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice, taking the early momentum on an already injured Olen.

Wilds picks Olen off the mat and Irish whips him into the corner, Jaice runs towards the ropes to springboard into a dropkick into Ace’s ribs. Olen falls to his knees. Wilds stands Olen up in the corner and begins hammering away at the gauze on Olen’s forehead before finally pulling it off and hammering away again. The blood starts flowing again.

Jaice pulls Olen from the corner and suplexes him into the center of the ring before heading to the top turnbuckle and waiting for Olen to get to his feet. Once upright, Olen turns to Wilds who catches him with a flying head scissor takedown that sends Olen to the outside onto the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen really in trouble.

Jaice takes off, full steam ahead, leaping over the top rope into a suicide plancha that knocks Ace back into the aisle way. Jaice plays to the fans before pulling Olen back to his feet and whipping him shoulder-first into the steel steps. Wilds jumps up onto the apron and quickly ascends the top turnbuckle with his back to Olen. Ace, slow to his feet, turns around only to get laid out with a moonsault from the top turnbuckle to the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen has to get into this match, or it’s going to be over quickly and Jaice Wilds will be number fifteen in Olen’s loss column!

Olen finally finds his way back into the ring, where Wilds awaits him. Standing Olen up again, Wilds whips Olen to the corner and pursues with a clothesline, but Olen stops himself short and leaps backwards over Jaice’s head. When Jaice turns around, Olen begins unleashing one right-handed fist after another into his skull, pummeling Jaice to the mat. With Wilds sitting on the mat in the corner, Olen starts curb stomping him in the stomach before walking away and screaming to get his adrenaline going.

Turning his attention back to Wilds, he pulls him up by his hair and starts to scoop slam him before changing his mind and setting him up into the tree of woe. Olen quickly runs to the opposite side of the ring and catches a helpless Jaice with a leaping full-body splash. Olen runs back across the ring, this time coming back with a baseball slide dropkick to Wilds’ face. Jaice finally gets himself loose from his predicament.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice in trouble now. Olen starting to find his groove.

Ace pulls Wilds up to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach and then delivering a backbreaker onto his injured leg and makes a cover.

MIKEY MASSACRE: ONE!….. TWO!….. NO!

BUBBA J: I need some beer, Jaice is boring me to tears.

Olen slow to his feet, pulls Jaice up and suplexes him and both men lay on their backs in the center of the ring, exhausted. Both begin to pull themselves up, Olen attempts a punch, but Jaice blocks. Wilds lands a right-hand punch, and another, and another; back Olen up into the ropes before whipping him across. Attempting a swinging clothesline, Olen ducks and puts the brakes on. As Wilds turns around Olen hoists him up and delivers a spine buster. Another cover!

MIKEY MASSACRE: ONE!….. TWO!….. THR-.. NO!! NO!! A nanosecond, that’s how close it was. Olen can’t believe it.

BUBBA J: Buuuuuuuuuuuuurp!

Olen gets Wilds back to his feet and shoves him into the corner, an Irish whip across the ring gets reversed and Wilds is quick to capitalize with a springboard back elbow. As Ace staggers out of the corner, Wilds drops him with a super kick and goes for a cover himself.

MIKEY MASSACRE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE– NO!!! NO!!! Jaice now the one in disbelief!

Jaice gets to his feet, playing to the crowd that it’s time for the Aerial Ace! The fans get to their feet, cheering as Jaice heads to the top turnbuckle. But before Jaice can get situated, Olen springs to life and knocks his legs out from under him. Wilds falls on top of the turnbuckle, and while he’s writhing in pain from his groin, Olen delivers a super kick of his own to Jaice’s jaw!

BUBBA J: Did you hear that!?

Wilds topples off the turnbuckle onto the mat, Olen is down on all fours barely able to stand. As Jaice finally makes it to his feet, he pulls Olen up by his hair and just like that…

MIKEY MASSACRE: INVERTED THREE-QUARTER BULLDOG!!! HERE’S THE COVER!!

BUBBA J:ONE…. TWO….. THREE!!!

DING!! DING!! DING!!

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” fills the arena as Jenny Jersey makes the official announcement

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ACE! OLEN!

Olen rolls onto his back, the referee checking on him before aiding him to his feet. Wilds is slow to leave the ring as well. Not even on his feet for one second before Olen hears…

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Coldplay overtake his own entrance music. Simon Kalis quickly emerges from the entranceway, walking quickly to the ring and sliding to face his brother. We can see his lips moving, but with no microphone, it’s hard to make out the words.

BUBBA J: Kalis does not look happy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You might be hearing this at home, but Kalis seems to be asking Olen repeatedly, “Where’s Brian?”

BUBBA J: What’s that about?

Olen just waves his brother off and starts to walk past him before Kalis grabs him and spins him around. Again asking him, “Where’s Brian?!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen obviously has no idea of what his brother is talking about.

Olen again tries to leave, but Kalis pulls him back into the ring and this time shoving his brother. Olen puts his finger in Kalis’ face, and without saying a word, starts to leave for a third time. This time, Kalis rears back and punches Olen in the face and…

BUBBA J: HERE WE GO!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was only a matter of time and the powder keg has just exploded!

Olen and Kalis continue trading off rapid fire punches before Olen launches his brother over the top rope to the floor. Following him out, Olen grabs the chair that Jenny Jersey was occupying, folds it up and nails Kalis in his back several times before throwing the bent piece of metal to the floor.

To the approval of the fans, Olen starts to walk around the ring but Kalis is only down – not out. Kalis grabs the chair and runs after his brother, hitting him in the back as well before tossing the chair. Pulling Olen to his feet, he starts punching him in the head before slamming him face first into the steps. While Ace is on the ground, Kalis runs and kicks him square in the rib cage. Olen rolls up the aisle way and Kalis again kicks him in the ribs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen down. He’s already been beaten by an assailant earlier this evening, I’m assuming it was Simon Kalis! Then a hard fought bout with Jaice Wilds! And now, trying to fend off this onslaught from his brother again!

BUBBA J: There are as many Kalises as Kurtises, Mavericks, we know what these people do when there’s nothing on television.

Kalis pulls Olen to his feet, Olen is quick to throw a punch at Simon’s face. And the two start to exchange hard right-hands to the skull as they make their way to the locker room. The cameras refusing to follow the action.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Words can’t describe. Obviously, some very, VERY bitter blood between those two.

BUBBA J: Talk about your sibling rivalry! Ace and Simon are dysfunctional!

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll be right back after the break.

COMMERCIAL

Chet Whettleson stands at ringside with a mic.

Chet: Fans, before we get to the next exciting match, allow me to re-introduce you to a face we haven’t seen in a while. The self-proclaimed queen of hardcore: Marina Blue!

The fans cheer as Marina (in the stands) waves to the audience.

Chet: Marina, we haven’t seen or heard from you in 2 and a half months. We all want to know what you’ve been up to.

Marina: Well I’ve mostly been rehabbing my various injuries. The hardcore life definitely takes a toll on the body.

Chet: I bet it does. We have been waiting for you to heal up and come back to us. How much longer do we have to wait?

Marina: Well the doctors keep telling me to stay out and keep rehabbing, but you know what? I just can’t resist the urge to come out and bust the balls of all the degenerate freaks in this company any more. I’m back baby, and if the doctors don’t like that, they can lick my pooper.

Chet: And I bet many of ‘em have. Well a lot has changed in Rebel-Pro since you’ve gone, you think you can still hang with the big boys?

Marina: If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be here. But it’s not just the boys I plan to hang with. We have some tough girls in this fed now, my old friend Lisa Seldon the world champ, and Emily Corlen the aggression champ. If I don’t come back already and regain my form, I have no business calling myself the queen of hardcore anymore.

Chet: You’ve captured the aggression belt twice before, will you aim to win it a third time, or is it strictly world title at this point?

Marina: Gold is gold Chet; I’ll take anything I can get. Either one will be incredible tough to win. For now, I plan to do my homework and watch a great female athlete kick some guy’s ass.

The crowd chants “show your tits” at the adult actress.

Chet: I guess we know what the fans have been missing.

Marina: (sighs) Of course.

Chet: Going to give ‘em what they want? Keep in mind it is live TV.

Marina turns around.

Marina: Miss these?

She flashes the mob, which erupts into cheers.

Chet: Well it sure is good to have you back Marina Blue.

Marina: It’ll be better when I start breaking balls again. How about I start with yours Chet?

Chet: (laughing) I better get going, enjoy the show.

Commercial

“Walk Away” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a very hate filled reaction is a member of the Extreme Elite, Hostile. He makes his way down to the squared circle slowly, methodically, and staring at the very center of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jersey City, New Jersey; he stands at six feet two inches while weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… he is the Challenger for the Aggression Title… HOSTILE!

Hostile steps through the ropes, before turning to glare at the entrance curtain and his opponent, the Aggression Champion, Emily Corlen.

“She Wolf” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a big amount of cheering, is the Aggression Champion Emily Corlen. Emily walks down to the ring, glad handing fans and staring up at Hostile inside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Rockford, Illinois; she stands at five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and forty-five pounds… she is your Aggression Champion… EMILY CORLEN!

Emily leaps up to the apron, before stepping through the ropes and glaring with hatred at Hostile standing opposite.

DING DING

Collar and elbow lockup, but Hostile doesn’t wait to lock in the traditional opening hold for a match. Hostile with a right hand, a second, and a elbow to Emily’s temple rocks her against the ropes early on. Hostile with a whip sends Emily running to the other ropes, Hostile rolling forward and springing up sending a roundhouse kick into her temple knocking her over the top rope to the outside. Hostile again doesn’t wait as he runs to launch himself over the top rope with a suicide dive over the top!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with a chair right into the face of Hostile.

BUBBA J: Makes him uglier than he already is.

Emily lifts Hostile up, whipping him against the ringpost before flipping onto her hands and driving both feet right into his now bloody face(thanks to the damn chair shot). Emily leaps up to the ring apron, sitting on Hostile’s shoulders with a headscissors before flipping and twisting him up and over himself to the concrete floor below.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What an athletic move there from the current Aggression Champion!

BUBBA J: Hostile had better gather himself in or Emily just may retain.

Emily lifts Hostile up to his knees, slamming a knee… no wait, Hostile grabs the knee shoving Emily in the gut with his free hand! Emily’s back slams hard into the apron and Hostile comes up swinging the chair, connecting with a solid swing right into her face knocking her backwards into the apron once again. Emily falls forward right into a knee lift from Hostile before he lifts her up, dropping her throat first across the railing.

BUBBA J: That’s my boy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Glad to see that you don’t pick favorites.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do, I like Emily’s tits and ass, but she just can’t hang with Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So, the only reason you like her is because of her assets?

BUBBA J: Well, she does have a pretty face.

Hostile pulls Emily from her seated position slamming a fist right into her face.

BUBBA J: Or at least she did.

Hostile lifts her to her feet, but Emily with a surprise knee into Hostile’s groin gets her a break she needs desperately. Emily leaps to the railing, coming off with a spinning toe kick right to his face spinning him around to smash his face right onto the ring apron. Emily lands on her ass, but quickly springs back up, coming over to Hostile. Emily leaps with a scissorskick, but Hostile ducks under the first kick coming up between her legs, catching and spinning her around to slam onto the steel chair with a spinebuster.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What! A! Counter!

BUBBA J: That is why he is Extreme Elite and you… weren’t.

Hostile rolls Emily, who is holding her back in pain, into the ring and slides a table in after her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile’s got wood.

BUBBA J: I do too as a matter of fact. Something about hot chicks and blood…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Disturbing images and I think I’m going to be sick.

Hostile sets up the table, rolling Emily onto the top before climbing up top, motioning for the New Jersey Headshot.

BUBBA J: This one is going to be over early.

Hostile leaps, but Emily springs up to her feet quickly, catching Hostile and helping him smash his face right through the table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe… not.

Emily rolls Hostile over.

One…

Two…

Hostile with a shoulder up, but Emily doesn’t mind she pulls Hostile back up to his feet. Shove into the corner, Emily comes flying through with a knee to his ribs before leaping up top. Placing her shin on the back of his neck, Emily rolls foorward sending Hostile’s face into her other knee as it turns up just enough so that the bridge of his nose makes solid contact.

BUBBA J: That… had to break his nose.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Was it the crunch or the gouts of blood that gave it away.

Emily doesn’t make the cover, Hostile too near the ropes and a pinfall cannot take place in the ropes. Emily pulls Hostile out of the corner, climbing back up top, diving off with an elbow onto the back of Hostile’s neck.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily going after Hostile’s neck here in this contest.

BUBBA J: You think? I mean really Mikey, what gave that away?

Emily pulls Hostile up, he coming willingly enough. Emily places his head between her legs, lifting… but Hostile with a back body sends her slamming onto the remains of the table!

Hostile drops to one knee, the combination of last week’s match and this one, taking its toll on the Challenger. Hostile off the ropes as Emily sits back up, a dazed look in her eyes. Hostile slams a knee into nothing as Emily falls back avoiding the knee. Hostile catches himself back flipping from the middle rope over Emily before dropkicking her in the side of the skull. Emily falls to the side, but Hostile is going to press the advantage while he has it and pulls her up to her feet. Hostile with a whip into the corner, following in with a clothesline trying to decapitate the Aggression Champion. Hostile slams a knee into her midsection before slamming her with an European uppercut for good measure. Hostile in firm control now lifts Emily up onto the top turnbuckle.

BUBBA J: Look at Hostile go!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As Emily has proven, never count her out in a match, no matter what the cost.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but I won’t help her out in this match.

Hostile gets Emily up onto his shoulders, and manages to stand up on the top turnbuckle as well.

BUBBA J: Hostile going for something big here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile slips!

But he manages to drive Emily’s skull into some remaining table pieces, he goes for the cover!

One…

Two…

Thr

Emily able to get a shoulder up!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily kicks out, keeps her title.

BUBBA J: For now.

Hostile pulls Emily back up, piledriver slams her skull into the canvas for a second time in nearly as many seconds. Hostile with another cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

Emily with another kickout, her heart just won’t let her be pinned!

BUBBA J: Got to give it to Emily, she is one tough person inside that ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You won’t find me disagreeing with you.

Hostile lifts the Aggression Champion up to her feet, small package!

One…

Two…

Hostile rolls over, pinning Emily!

One…

Two…

Emily breaks the hold, shooting up to her feet, but Hostile is there nailing her in the face with a boot to the face. Emily stumbles back into the ropes, rebounding with a head of steam. Hostile lowers his head for a back body! Emily goes up, Hostile spins around with Emily in the air, catching her to bring her down back first with a weird looking spinebuster. But Emily catches his head flipping him over!

MIKEY MASSACRE: My gawd what a counter from Emily there!

BUBBA J: She turned Hostile every which way there, but both are back to their feet.

They come together, Emily ducking under the outstretched arms kicking back at Hostile’s right knee. Hostile spins out of the way dropping down to dive forward with a shoulder block! Emily leaps over, driving both feet down into Hostile’s back with a mushroom stomp.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fast paced wrestling there.

BUBBA J: Hostile can do that too.

Emily brings herself off the ropes, springing to the top turnbuckle to flip off with a moonsault onto Hostile, she covers.

One…

Two…

Hostile throws a shoulder up.

BUBBA J: At a boy!

Emily pulls Hostile up, wrapping her arms around his waist from the rear; she lifts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s one!

Emily drops Hostile with a second German.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And she goes for the pin part of Rolling Thunder!

One…

Two…

Hostile shoves his shoulder up again, but Emily springs up to her feet. Emily helps Hostile up, whip into the ropes, she rolls forward, springing up right into a running clothesline from Hostile flipping her inside out.

BUBBA J: I think she may have just lost a tooth.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily flipped inside out there!

Hostile calmly, with a smirk on his face, locks her in the Demon’s Dream.

BUBBA J: She’s gonna tap here, no doubt about it.

Emily groans in pain, but refuses to tap or submit verbally.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She doesn’t look like it to me.

Emily manages to get one knee under her, shoving for the ropes and reaches it! No submission counts while in the ropes in Rebel Pro, although Hostile doesn’t have to break the hold. Emily shoves on through, falling outside and breaking the Demon’s Dream. Emily rolls away as Hostile stands back up in the squared circle. Hostile runs off the ropes, diving through the middle and top, slamming into Emily sending her back first into the railing. Hostile rolls up to his feet, Irish whip sends her into the ring apron. Emily leaps up to the apron, back flipping to Hostile’s shoulders, but he doesn’t go when Emily tries a hurricanrana. Hostile spins around, Emily’s skull slams heavily into the ringpost, a bit of blood flying up upon impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh my gauwd!

BUBBA J: Just a scalp wound, they bleed more ya know.

Hostile smirks as he unceremonously tosses Emily’s lifeless form into the ring where she rolls onto her back.

BUBBA J: Hostile going for The New Jersey Headshot!

MIKEY MASSACRE: With a steel chair in front of his own head!

BUBBA J: He is one sick and saddistic bastard ain’t he?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Reminds me of ur old days in Rebel Pro.

BUBBA J: Connects!

Hostile with the cover, Emily isn’t moving at all.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… Hostile!

BUBBA J: That’s Extreme! That’s Elite. That… is Extreme Elite right there in the ring Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As EMTs rush down to the ring here folks, we are signing off and hope all of you will join us for Barbed Wire Massacre 2011 next Friday Night!

EMTs rush into the ring, sliding Emily up onto the board, that was a vicious shot she took to the head on the outside. Bubba J steps into the ring, holding the Aggression title, placing it on Hostile’s shoulders as Emily is slid out of the ring. Bubba J and Hostile look on as Emily raises a hand, unclips the straps holding her to the stretcher and rolls off. Emily kneels on one knee for a minute before shoving up to her feet, blood pouring down her face showing a crimson mask, the color of her skin doesn’t show through the blood pouring down her face. Emily stares back at Hostile inside the ring, her eyes bright with anger and almost vowing to win that title back given her next oppurtunity.

…Fade into the Rebel Pro Logo…