Aggression 4-8-2011

~Recorded earlier in the day~

Reporters, fans, and all sorts of media types stand around the entrance into the Aggression arena hoping for a glimpse of who the contract signing will be between here tonight. The door slowly opens up as Larry Gordon walks out standing there. Hundreds of flashes go off as people take pictures with cameras, phones, and all stick a microphone towards Gordon in hopes of some sort of information.

LARRY GORDON: What is it folks?

NEWS#1: Who?

He is immediately out shouted by a young blond reporter.

NEWS#2: We’ve gotten reports that it deals with Sirus Moran and Dr. Remo!

Gordon looks around, but before he can answer another reporter shouts out.

NEWS#3: When will they arrive?

LARRY GORDON: They, are already inside the building.

Shouts of protest raise the volume outside to another decible as Gordon smiles knowingly.

LARRY GORDON: I know how you people are, they’ve been inside for quite a number of hours in seperate locker rooms of course.

NEWS#4: Any hint as to who it is?

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: I can do that, after all you’ve all been waiting for a long time.

He smiles that warm smile of friendship.

LARRY GORDON: Multiple time World Championships, former Tag Team Championships, and the most revealing thing of all…

Gordon begins to back away, opening the door and smiling.

LARRY GORDON: They have humannoid shapes.

Gordon laughs and shuts the door as the reporters grow wild with outrage.

~Megavision~

The camera shifts backstage, where we see “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen, still beaten up from Birthday Bash but not too worse for wear. She appears to be searching for something, and after a few moments of searching, her eyes light up. The camera swivels to her line of sight and we see a door with a “LARRY GORDON” placard attached to it. The crowd cheers out of respect for the REBEL Pro Owner as Emily walks up and opens the door without knocking. Inside, Larry appears to be in the middle of a meal, and startled by the sudden intrusion, drops his fork and looks over at Emily.

LARRY GORDON: Uh, Miss Corlen, can I -

Emily puts her hand up, interrupting Larry.

EMILY CORLEN: Mr. Gordon, I want Simon. Next week.

The Durham crowd cheers loudly as Larry pushes his meal back onto the table and stands up, wiping his mouth with a napkin before continuing.

LARRY GORDON: You want a match with Simon Kalis? I assume you’ll be wanting to see his Aggression Title on the line?

Emily shakes her head.

EMILY CORLEN: I don’t care if the title’s on the line or not. I just want to get my hands on him and give him the ass kicking he had coming at Birthday Bash. This time, he’s not going to have his little cronies or Lisa Seldon to get in my way.

LARRY GORDON: Alright, I think I can -

Emily puts her hand up, interrupting Larry again. This time, the crowd boos slightly, not liking seeing the REBEL Pro Owner disrespected, but Gordon just smiles.

EMILY CORLEN: That’s not all. I want him in an I Quit Match.

The crowd once again cheers loudly.

EMILY CORLEN: If I say I Quit, Simon wins the match. But, for Simon to lose – and he will – he will be forced to admit to the world that I’M NOT FAT!

Emily says the last part of that sentence at the top of her lungs; despite showing visible abs and a well-toned body, it’s obvious that this has been eating away at her – no pun intended – for some time. Larry thinks about it for a moment, then nods.

LARRY GORDON: Alright, you’ll have your match against Simon next week on Aggression and it will be for the Aggression Title. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to dinner. Had a long day, didn’t get a chance to eat earlier.

Emily smiles, bowing slightly to Larry.

EMILY CORLEN: Thank you, Mr. Gordon!

Emily turns to leave Larry’s office. As she is about to close the door, Larry catches her attention.

LARRY GORDON: Oh, and Emily?

Emily turns her attention back to the Owner.

EMILY CORLEN: Yes?

Larry smiles.

LARRY GORDON: Next time… knock first.

Emily blushes slightly, realizing that in her haste to demand the match, she just barged into Larry’s office.

EMILY CORLEN: Yes sir. Sorry!

The crowd laughs as Emily closes the door to Larry’s office and the camera shifts to ringside.

“Judith” by A Perfect Circle hits up in the speakers to a loud amount of booing as from the back comes Jason Christopher.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Mobile, Alabama; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason looks out at the crowd before going up the steps and stepping through the middle and top rope.

“Animals” by Nickelback hits up in the speakers as from the back to a loud crowd full of cheering comes Jaice Wilds.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, from Perto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice leaps to the apron and flips himself over the top before spinning to face Jason Christopher from across the ring.

DING DING

Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Jason with a wristlock kicking Jaice in the ribs for good measure. Jason with a hammerlock into a side headlock. Jaice throws him into the ropes, but Jason puts on the brakes, keeping the headlock locked in. Jaice runs up the turnbuckle, trying to flip over Jason’s back to break the hold, Jason lets him go. Jason bounces off the ropes, knee right into Jaice’s faces causes the former Aggression champion to stumble backwards. Jason off the ropes, running boot to the face lays Jaice on his back. Jason picks Jaice up, forearm to the throat and he quickly follows it up with a knife edge chop to the chest elliciting a “Woooo!” from the crowd regardless of their feelings towards the man. Jaice’s back slams hard into the corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason dominating here in the early going.

BUBBA J: Both men had a good showing in the Kingdom of Death match, but it looks like Jaice may be feeling the effects a bit more than Jason Christopher.

Jason with an Irish whip sends Jaice running across the ring slamming chest first into the corner and spinning around from the impact. Jason comes charging in slamming his knee into Jaice’s chest sending him hard into the corner, back first. Jason with an European uppercut rocks Jaice, but Jason quickly grabs Jaice around the head, leaping out for the middle of the ring.

BUBBA J: Jason Christopher with a big bulldog there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s really got Jaice Wilds on the ropes.

BUBBA J: Except for the fact he’s on the canvas.

Jason pulls himself up, looking out to the crowd with an air of contempt on his face and he bends down to pull Jaice up to his feet.

Small package from Jaice!

One…

Two…

Jason rolls a shoulder up and is ticked off, although he tries to check himself.

BUBBA J: Close call there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice is resilient.

Jason pulls Jaice up, but Wilds with a shot to the midsection of Jason doubles him over. Jaice leaps up, coming down with a leg drop across the back of Jason’s head. Christopher shoves him away before the move can be completed. Jaice spins away landing on his feet charging back in at Jason. Jason ducks his head launching Jaice up and over the top rope. Wilds grabs the rope as he flies over, catching himself and landing on the ring apron. Jason spins around, Wilds boots him in the midsection before launching himself onto the top rope. Jaice flips over, coming down with a sunset flip but Christopher blocks it as he grabs onto the top rope. Jason balls up his fist, dropping it down into Jaice’s face as he falls down in a seated position.

One…
Two…

Jaice is able to roll a shoulder up to prevent the pin.

BUBBA J: Jason determined to win this match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jaice determined to prevent that.

Jason is up on his feet, just as Jaice rolls over to his. Jason charges at Jaice, Wilds with a leap frog and a kick to the back of Jason’s skull sends him into the ropes. Jaice grabs the wrist, Irish whip sends Jason across the ring. Jason rebounds, Jaice rolling forward springing up with a clothesline sending Jason over the top and to the outside. Jaice backs up, hitting the opposite ropes, launching himself over the top as Jason gets to his feet outside the ring. Jaice flies over. Jason catches him in mid-air, sending him on over with a belly to belly suplex!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice’s knee slammed heavily into the guardrailing!

BUBBA J: If he’s as tough as he claims, he’ll just have to fight through the pain, you and I’ve done it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True enough.

Jason rolls back up to his feet, looking down at Jaice Wilds with a smile of victory written on his face as he stomps down on the left knee and knee cap of Jaice. Jason locks in a single leg Boston Crab on the outside of the ring causing Jaice to pound the concrete as he looks for some way to break the hold. Jaice rolls over to the left, to the right, back and forth, eventually breaking the hold.

BUBBA J: Got to give it to him there, he finally broke the hold after a couple of minutes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But at what cost? His knee has got to be trash.

Jason turns around, just as Jaice manages to pull himself up. Jason charges in with a clothesline, Jaice ducks under wrapping his arms around Jason’s left arm and his feet around his right arm. Jaice uses his weight to fall backwards, but Jason spins around at the last minute slamming Jaice’s left knee into the steel ringpost, causing Jaice to drop the hold and grab at his knee. Jason rolls Jaice into the ring, crotching him on the ringpost as he pulls his legs back out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason looking for a ringpost figure four!

BUBBA J: Wooo baby!

Jason locks on the ringpost figure four and Jaicetires his best to find a way out of the hold, but with no disqualifications and no countouts in Rebel Pro, it is impossible.

BUBBA J: Just give up Jaice, live to fight another day man, it ain’t worth your career.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True, there is no way of an escape from this move, especially in Rebel Pro.

Jaice looks one more time, one last ditch effort…

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match as a result of a submission… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

“Judith” hits back up in the speakers as Jason holds the move on for a few more seconds before finally breaking the move, much to the booing of the fans(they just don’t like Jason Christopher for some reason).

BUBBA J: Jason got the win tonight by showing a bit more disregard for traditional wrestling.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What do you mean?

BUBBA J: That move isn’t legal in any other fed, so by him using it he is going against his preaching so to speak.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I was under the impression he meant chairs, tables, and such.

Jason begins the walk back to the locker room.

BUBBA J: Give it time Mikey, all in good time.

~Megavision(live backstage)~
Suddenly out of no where as Emily Corlen walks down the hall and turns a corner, a giant pile of stacked boxes are pushed right on top of her. Simon Kalis appears out of nowhere and immediately kicks her in the fed as he rips open the boxes and begins pouring melted frozen foods with the Jenny Craig logos on them. He rips open some melted lasagna’s and beef stroganoffs and pours them onto Corlen.

SIMON KALIS: You want a shot at me? What’re you waiting for the pre match buffet?

Kalis rips open a second box and pulls out piles and piles of loose diet pills, letting them slip all over her.

Corlen tries to get to her feet but Simon bashes the Aggression title over the back of her head.

SIMON KALIS: See you soon baby doll.

Kalis straps the Aggression title back around his waist and taps his chest where he’s wearing a “Nuke The Whales!” t-shirt.

BUBBA J: Everyone may think that she’s fat, but I say she’s just got nice curves.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ll go after anything in a skirt.

BUBBA J: Not true, I will not chase a man in a skirt. But look at that punk Simon thinks he can just run all over anyone he wants to.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So is there anything going on between you and Emily?

BUBBA J: I wouldn’t mind letting her ride the motor boat. Wouldn’t mind hitting her ice bergs and going down on her like the Titanic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just stop, forget I asked.

The show returns as we see the newest member to the REBEL PRO locker room. A cast of boos echo the arena as we see ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case standing in the center of the REBEL PRO squared circle. His middle aged manager is in the background trying his hardest to keep focused on the task at hand, but his mind wonders as a heckling laugh comes out. Case’s manager has on a yellow flair-type robe with the letters LOL on the back as his long dark hair covers portions of his sick twisted eyes. On the other hand, you now have Justin wearing his custom made tailored suit, with all the trimmings. But something is missing, his REBEL PRO World Championship title belt. His calming influence quiets the boo riddened air. Justin’s music fades off as the spotlights are all on ” The Millennium Game “, after a brief pause, the smirky cocky smile shows as he raises the mic in his hand to his lips.

JC: Thank you for that warm welcome. Its like I havent even left. You all remember me, Im flattered to say the most. But that is where it ends because you all couldnt see real talent if it hit you in the ass. You see, I remember how you all treated me back then, and now? Lets just say some things never change.

And on that note, as yours truly looks around this ring….I can almost smell it. You know, the last time I stepped foot inside a REBEL PRO ring. The smell of blood soaked canvus. All those nights busting my balls to get all my talented accolades and achievements only to find that all I ever had was….myself.

Case looks to his manager as they meet eye to eye

JC: But through it all I had some help. Thats right, my manager Hugh Aredone and myself, together we concurred this world before and we have come back to concur this REBEL PRO World yet again.

But as I walked down that locker room hallway backstage, as many a name I once knew stood before me, There is now only one name that causes a ster within me. This person has what I want. This person has what is my future, this person has what I am destined to retain. This person is….Lisa Seldon!*CHEERS* BUT I WANT MY BELT BACK BITCH!!

Boos egnite

JC: And well she may think she is safe. Yours truly will show the REBEL PRO universe why pro wrestling is a real man’s game. Women dont belong in wrestling. So for her it is now game over!! When I am done with her, I will not only become World Champion for the third time, but yours truly will have then shown the world that a pussycat drama queen crazy girl can not keep up with the talented talent of me. I am who the hell I say I am. Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this f*cking show!!

With that the boos egnite as Justin Case’s music hits up with he and Hugh Aredone making their way out of the ring and up the aisle into the backstage area.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here… we… go…

Top of Form 1
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

“Lipless” by Fear of City starts up over the P.A. system as “Hostile” Peter Larsen slowly walks out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Jersey City, New Jersey and fighting out of Edmonton Alberta, Canada, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is The Jersey City Demon, Hostile!

Hostile methodically makes his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring, his eyes looked onto the curtain as he awaits his opponent.

Kid Rock’s “Cocky” hits the speakers as the spotlight shines on the curtain. After a few moments it seems that Chad Kurtis just isn’t coming out.

“It ain’t cocky motherfucker if you back it up”… Still no.Chad in sight. Wait! Chad Kurtis is making his way to the rind from the stands! The crowd is on there feet as “The Show” makes a dramatic return to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah, Kentucky Now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, weighing in tonight at two-hundred thirty pounds, He is “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

The Show hops over the railing, rolls into the ring and kips up to a pop from the crowd. Chad and Hostile lock eyes as Allen Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING

BUBBA J: We fixing to see if Chad is going to fake another injury or take it to Hostile, but my money is on Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You just don’t like Chad do you?

BUBBA J: Nope.

The Show and Hostile circle each other in the centre of the ring before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. The Show with a quick arm drag takes Hostile by surprise. Chad keeps hold of the arm and applies an arm bar. Hostile rolls through and kips up to his feet, putting Chad in a hammerlock in the process. Kurtis ducks under and behind Hostile to reverse the hold. Hostile answers with an elbow to the side of Kurtis’ head. Chad responds with a hammerlock back suplex that leaves Hostile clutching his right shoulder in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a hammerlock suplex from Chad.

BUBBA J: Will take more than that to put Hostile away.

Chad hits the ropes and plants a low dropkick to the back of Hostile’s head. Kurtis with a quick cover.

One… Kick out by The Jersey City Demon.

BUBBA J: See, not even close.

The Show brings Hostile to his feet only to send him back to the mat with a snap suplex and follows up with a short arm scissors. Stone asks if Hostile wants to give up. Hostile responds with a laugh. Chad releases the hold realizing it’s not having the effect he had hoped for. Chad again brings Larsen to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Hostile bounces back and into a huge back body drop from Kurtis who follows up with an elbow drop across the chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad dominating your Victory Wrestling Tag Team partner.

BUBBA J: But not for long.

Chad heads to the corner and starts climbing to the top… Moonsault! No! Hostile rolls out of the way and Chad hits nothing but canvas. Both men down but Hostile is the first to start moving. Both men make it to their feet at the same time. Hostile with a clothesline attempt that Chad ducks under before striking Hostile hard with a knife edge chop to the chest. Hostile responds with one of his own. Chad returns in kind which elects the fans to start their mandatory “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’S” as the two warriors trade chops until both of their chests are blood red. Hostile ducks under a right from Chad and lands a boot to the gut followed by a DDT. A quick cover gets a one count as Kurtis kicks out with authority. Hostile mounts Kurtis and starts reigning down rights and lefts as Chad desperately tries to cover up. Hostile hits Chad with a couple of stiff headbutts before going for a armbar. Chad using his Jujutsu training effectively to stop Hostile from cinching in the hold and somehow manages to lock in a modified triangle choke to the The Jersey City Demon. Stone gets into position to see if Hostile taps. Hostile refuses to give up but is fading fast as the hold is cutting of circulation to the brain. Hostile stops struggling and Allen lifts his arm and lets it drop.

One!

Allen lifts Hostile’s arm a second time and lets it drop.

Two!

BUBBA J: He’s playing, that is one tough sumbitch in that ring and I don’t mean the panty wearing Chad Kurtis.

Stone lifts the arm a third time but doesn’t get the chance to drop it as Hostile pulls it away from the official and starts trying to get back to a vertical base. Chad realizing he might be in trouble and releases the hold and goes for a standing hurrincanrana. No! Hostile counters with a powerbomb! Hostile follows up with a few quick elbow drops and a hard kick to the ribs that flips Kurtis onto his stomach. Chad slowly starts getting to his feet as Hostile comes in with a hard punt to the skull. A cover by Hostile and Stone get into position.

One…

Two…

Thr… No! Chad rolls his shoulder up!

BUBBA J: Come on Stone, that was a freaking three you blind bastard!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I admit it was close, but It hink Stone made the right call there.

Hostile slaps the mat in frustration before heading outside of the ring and digging under the ring. The Jersey City Demon brings out his trusty barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick and rolls back into the ring with a sadistic grin on his face.

BUBBA J: There we go, tear his flesh, grind him up like a pound of hamburger meat!

Chad is nearly back on his feet as Hostile lines up a shot with his favourite weapon. Chad ducks out of the way just in time and traps Hostile up with a drop toe hold causing Hostile to land face first on his own weapon. Chad grabs the Kendo stick and drives it down across the back of Hostile who is now bleeding from his face and back. Chad brings the weapon down again and again before bring Hostile to his feet and executing a side Russian leg sweep using the barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick. Kurtis with a cover.

One…

Two…

Kick out by Larsen!

BUBBA J: I cry foul, that sumbtich is cheating!

MIKEY MASSACRE: There are no rules.

BUBBA J: Chad always finds a way to get over, whether it is sympathy for his fake heart condition, or the fact he’s lying about not having STDs.

Chad hoists Larsen up and whips him into the corner, reversed by Hostile who charges in right behind Chad… Whisper in the Wind by The Show and both men are down. Chad the first one to his feet goes to grab Hostile… Small Package by Hostile out of nowhere!

One…

Two…

And that’s all he gets as Kurtis kicks out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad barely able to kick out of that surprise pin.

BUBBA J: Probably spit in Hostile’s eyes the cehating bastard.

Both men back on their feet as Hostile connects with a wild right hand to the jaw. Kurtis answers back with one of his own. Another right by Hostile followed by one from Kurtis. Hostile. Kurtis. Hostile, Kurtis, Hostile, Hostile, Hostile, and Kurtis is knocked into the turnbuckle. Peter lifts him up and levels him out. TOP ROPE DDT! A cover.

One…

Two…

Three!

No! Stone waves it off as a two count! Chad got his foot on the rope.

BUBBA J: Now, that was three before the foot got on the ropes!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I can’t say I disagree but I was honestly watching for the shoulder.

Hostile lifts Chad up and gets behind him with a rear waist lock and executes a German Suplex to the outside. Hostile climbs the rope… NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT TO THE OUTSIDE! Both men laying motionless outside the ring for what feels like an eternity. Hostile starts making his way to his feet and Chad is still out cold. Peter picks up the unconscious body of The Show and rolls him into the ring. Hostile now in Tue ring and dragging Kurtis’ body to the center of the ring. Cover.

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! NO!?! Allen Stone waves it off as Chad managed to kick out at the very last moment.

BUBBA J: Come on Stone, can you count fairly you bias sumbitch?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The hand is getting closer and closer.

Hostile is enraged as he argues with the official with no success. Hostile walks over to the Kendo stick and smiles an evil smile as he picks it up and starts unwrapping the barbed wire and wrapping it around his arms. Chad is trying to get back to his feet as Hostile goes for the Demons Dream. Chad rolls through it and counters with a reverse SRI and a weak cover.

One…

Two…

Thre… Kick out!

BUBBA J: Now he’s counting way to fast, I’ve never liked Stone.

The race begins as both men try to regain their vertical base. Chad gets to his feet about a half second before Hostile. Chad with a boot to the mid-section. He sets up for the CK Finale… reversed as Hostile again goes tor the Demon’s Dream. Hostile can’t get it locked in as Chad rolls out of the hold. Both men to their feet. Chad with the STARMAKER! Cover!

One…

Two…

BUBBA J: I saw him spit in Hostile’s eyes!

Three…

BUBBA J: Damn fast count… I’ve had enough!

Bubba J throws down his headset as “Cocky” hits back up in the speakers.
DIN GDING DING

JENNY JERSEY: and here is your winner, The Show Chad Kurtis!

Bubba J rolls under the bottom rope, holding a steel chair in his hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I had a feeling this was coming. Bubba J’s gonna lose his job again.

Chad turns around as Hostile gets up to his knees.

*WHAM!* Chad goes down, Bubba J pulling Hostile back up. Bubba J whips Chad into the corner, Hostile follows in slamming his knee into Chad’s heart, Bubba J following hitting Chad in the chest with the steel chair. The crowd boos heavily as Hostile lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle and Bubba J lays the chair down.

“Carbomb” hits up as Vincent Black runs in from the back, causing the building to fill up with boos.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on now, this is overkill!

Top Rope DDT onto the chair!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Vincent lifts Chad up… NEW HOPE! Onto the chair. Bubba J and Hostile are laughing as they begin to stomp a mudhole into Chad’s carcass, “The Show” trying to fight back but its hopeless…

The crowd roars their cheers to the heavens as from the back, holding steel chairs, lead pipes, and barbed wire strands is Lyndsey Valentine, Jonothan Kurtis, and the big Bluegrass Bad Ass himself… Matthew Kurtis!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Reinforcements have arrived!

Bubba J, Vincent Black, and Hostile slide out of the ring. Bubba J, panting heavily from the beat down given to Chad lifts a microphone to his lips.

BUBBA J: I’d like to… introduce the new… Extreme Elite!

He points to Vincent, Hostile, and himself.

BUBBA J: Raising hell, kicking ass, and making bitches cry for their mommies… feel honored, you are the first to feel the destruction and carnaged that can be caused by the Extreme Elite.

All men walk back through the crowd as the Kurtis brothers help Chad up to his fet, Chad glaring down at the new Extreme Elite.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here… we… go…

We fade back into the ring, there is a table set up with a chair on each end. Obviously, this is the contract signing people have been eager to see all night, ever since Larry released it was happening tonight on Aggression to the public. Larry is in the middle of the ring, looking classy as ever. He speaks to his tri-state empire.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the moment you’ve been waiting for tonight. Earlier this week, I made it public that I was working on special match for Night Three of Honor Bound, and believe you me I have delivered! I have this contract here.

Gordon holds up the contract, which is concealed in a brown envelope.

LARRY GORDON: Besides all the logistics of contract obligations, financial compensation and the like, it states that these two competitors will fight on Rebel Pro’s Night Three of Honor Bound. It also states, courtesy of one of the competitors, that their fight be determined in a LADDER MATCH!

The crowd gives a good pop for Larry, but they can’t take the anticipation anymore.

BUBBA J: I can’t take it much more either, Mikey. Who do you think these guys are?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I haven’t got a clue. I heard a rumor they weren’t REBEL Pro talent, but that’s all I got.

BUBBA J: That could mean a lot of people.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, no kidding!

LARRY GORDON: But I almost forgot… did I mention that the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE ON THE LINE?!

The crowd goes nuts!

BUBBA J: But Matthew Engel is the PWA World Champion?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess he–

Mikey gets cut off by the sound of “Sympathy for the Devil” performed by Guns N’ Roses. The crowd is on their feet already, giving the PWA World Champion a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. Engel has on dark green dress pants, a black silk dress shirt and a black tie. With the World Title over his left shoulder, he walks down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring.

BUBBA J: Never thought I’d see that punk down here in Durham again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think he ever thought he’d find himself down here again either, Bubba.

Larry and Matt shake hands and Matt lays his World Title down on the table, taking a seat.

LARRY GORDON: And the man you’re all wondering who will he be facing…

BUBBA J: It’s gotta be Jethro Hayes. Engel has been begging for Jethro to take his World Title again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jethro certainly isn’t an exclusive PWA wrestler anymore, so you may be right. But wouldn’t he have told you?

BUBBA J: Maybe, but Jethro has gotten better at keeping things to himself.

Then, “Now or Never” by Dope hits the sound system and the arena erupts. Dustin Kelser, or better known to the world as Thunderwolf, comes out from back stage with Victory superstar Enika Engel, his wife, right by his side. Dustin is dressed in a black business suit, wearing a pair of Oakley’s. Enika is dressed in business casual as well, sporting a more feminine black pair of sunglasses. They begin to make their descent to the ring, Dope blasting all over the arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow. I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming. Perhaps I should pay more attention to Rampage. This is huge!

BUBBA J: Dustin Kelser, back for one more match? I’ll believe it when he signs it, Mikey.

Dustin and Enika reach the ring. Enika climbs up the stairs and Dustin hops up to the apron. Dustin pulls the top and middle ropes apart, giving Enika plenty of room to crawl through. Dustin climbs through right behind her. Enika stays back, waving to some of her fans, as Wolf keeps his eye on the man seated at the table. The Virus. Thunderwolf. You can cut the tension with a butter knife.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Unbelievable, Bubba. Two PWA Hall of Famers have chosen REBEL Pro as the stomping ground for their epic battle over the World Championship.

BUBBA J: I will admit this is a big step for RPW, but.. I just can’t trust it at the moment. Something is off.

Matt decides to get up as Wolf draws near the table. Wolf and Virus stand face to face for a moment, and Larry urges they take a seat at the table they have set up. Both men sit down as “Now or Never” dies out on the sound system.

LARRY GORDON: Now, when I saw the end of Matthew’s match last Sunday night, I just knew that if I didn’t act quickly, I would lose a potential juggernaut of a match. I contacted Matthew fairly easily, but it took a bit to track down Thunderwolf. Once I got ahold of both of them and let them know my proposal, they were on-board. As for the match stipulations… Matthew Engel suggested that it be a ladder match, and Thunderwolf would only do the match if the PWA World Title was on the line. Oddly enough, both of their requests would work in perfect harmony as one of the headlining matches on Night Three of Honor Bound.

Now all you need to do is sign, gentlemen.

The crowd, still on their feet, are eagerly awaiting to see if both men will agree to the match.

LARRY GORDON: Matthew, I will give you the honor of signing first because you are the champion.

Matt gives Wolf a smirk. He takes the contract from Larry and puts it in front of him. He glances over it, reading the main points. He grabs a black and gold RPW pen and signs the contract, sliding it over to Thunderwolf.

LARRY GORDON: Take your time, Mr. Kelser. Make sure everything is up to your standard, and sign it if you will.

Wolf grabs his pen – not even bothering to take the time to read it. He signs his name. The match is set as the crowd goes wild with cheers and flash photography.

BUBBA J: Well there you go, folks. Thunderwolf will be taking on Matthew Engel in a PWA World Title match on RPW’s night of Honor Bound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s great, Bubba. I can’t wait! It should be a great match!

Larry grabs the contract as Matt and Wolf get up from their seats. Virus walks over to Wolf, who isn’t even bothering to get ready should Virus attack him. Virus starts shooting off at the mouth, as Enika stands behind her husband with a concerned look.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh man Bubba they could go at it right here right now!

BUBBA J: I don’t know if Larry would like that. I think he wants all the action to happen at Honor Bound.

Virus is still shooting off at the mouth, but it’s not audible at this point. The crowd is going nuts, and all Thunderwolf can do is stand there and smile. He shrugs his shoulders, and gives Matt a half-assed salute as he turns around and walks toward the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf. Virus. Night 3 of Honor Bound! PWA World Title on the line! This is going to be epic, Bubba!

BUBBA J: It better be.

Matt throws his hands up and turns around, cursing Wolf under his breath. Wolf and Enika climb out of the ropes as “Now or Never” hits the sound system again.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, these two legendary fighters have agreed to the terms and will be fighting here in REBEL Pro on April 22nd! Get your popcorn ready!

Larry and Matt clear the ring as Wolf and Enika head backstage.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: All right, ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is the main event to decide who will represent REBEL Pro in the King of Extreme match!

BUBBA J: Yeah, and my boy Black has this one in the bag!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I wouldn’t count out the Falcon so easily, Bubba J. I mean, you don’t become a triple crown winner in REBEL Pro for being a pushover!

BUBBA J: Don’t forget that Black is a triple crown winner as well! I just want to see that chicken boy bleed.

“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and out from the curtain walks Vincent Black to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not a lot of Vincent fans, but there are sure a lot of people who would love to see the Falcon get his ass kicked tonight!

BUBBA J: And you’re sittin’ next to one of ‘em! Go Vince!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From Glens Falls, New York, currently fighting out of Raleigh, North Carolina! He is a triple crown winner, weighing in at three hundred thirty one pounds! VINCENT! BLACK!

The massive Black hits the ring and raises a confident arm high for the audience to see. He stands in his own corner, bouncing on the balls of his giant feet, getting warmed up, then his music dies down.

“But I’m still here standing… And I’m tired of backing down!”

12 Stones hits the speakers and out from the back walks out a very pumped Jacob Venar, to yet another mixed reaction from the crowd!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here comes our most recent triple crown winner!

BUBBA J: Lucky break. Kid sucks.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I dunno about that, Bubba J, the man did end the career of the legendary Chris Casino. I’ve fought this man first hand, and he is no pushover by any means. Didn’t you fight him, Bubba?

BUBBA J: Stop right there, Massacre. If I’d wanted to beat him, I could have.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That remains to be seen. At any rate, Venar hasn’t made a single appearance all week, and one has to wonder what’s going through his mind right now!

BUBBA J: I know what’ll be going through it in a couple of minutes; Vincent’s fist!

Venar walks intensely to the ring, rolling his shoulders all the way to stretch.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent! From British Columbia, Canada! He is a triple crown winner and he weighed in tonight at two hundred forty pounds! The FALCON! JACOB! VENAR!

Venar rolls into the ring, eyeing Black with pure malevolence in his red eyes. Black mocks him, smirking at his opponent with confident swagger. Venar hits the top rope and raises his arms high to the audience, jawing confidently, before he back flips acrobatically into the middle of the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black may be huge, but Venar has that acrobatic speedy edge that could spell the difference in this match!

BUBBA J: Yeah, a lot of speeding he’ll be doing with that heavy ass knee brace! Kid is damaged goods.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Be that as it may, we both have learned first hand that there aren’t a lot of things that Venar won’t fight through!

BUBBA J: Except a good Trailer Park Trash! Get ‘em Vince!

Venar checks his knee brace and nods at Alan Stone, who looks to Vincent Black who nods in turn. Stone calls for the bell, and this match is on! Black and Venar circle each other, Venar twitching with intensity, and Black calmly confident. Venar calls for a test of strength, and Black, with almost a hundred pounds over Venar, laughs as he confidently obliges. Collar and elbow tie up, Venar surprises Black with a strong push, knocking him back! Venar pumps the legs, but Black puts on the brakes, tossing Venar by the head and arm into the turnbuckle! Venar bounces hard off the corner and hits the mat, holding the small of his back, gritting his teeth.

BUBBA J: Too bad the chicken can’t fly!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good toss by Black, let’s see if Venar can bounce back!

BUBBA J: You mean as hard as he bounced off that corner! HAH!

Black grabs Venar by his long black hair and drags him to his feet. Venar slaps Black’s hands away and delivers three swift kicks to the legs and midsection before hitting the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD roundhouse kick to the head that staggers the big man! Venar, quick to keep the offense so as to not lose any momentum, hits the ropes and nails a RUNNING ENZUIGIRI that Black takes full in the face, but he still doesn’t go down! Venar grits his teeth with rage, determined to put the big man down. He gets a running start, and uses ALL of his body weight to whip the big man to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a ROCKER DROPPER–NO Black LAWN DARTS Venar to the edge of the ring and he rolls outside! Venar glares up at Black, who grins triumphantly as he pops a kink in his neck. Venar shakes his head, growling obscenities as Black chuckles quietly to himself, inviting Venar back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good offense by Venar, but it’s gonna take more to put Black down!

BUBBA J: GOD DAMN RIGHT! GIT ER DONE!

Black starts to egg Venar on, but Venar fumes on the outside for a moment or two before he notices a table set up near the announcers. He folds up the table and rolls it into the ring. Black raises an eyebrow as though intrigued, and just kicks the table to his side. Venar’s not finished, however, and he tosses a black duffle bag into the ring as well, followed closely by a steel chair and a sledge hammer. Black smiles widely as Venar rolls back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like Venar’s bringing some friends to the fight…

Venar stands and Black gives him the “bring it on” gesture. Venar smirks through the rage. The two men charge and collide HARD in a collar and elbow tie up that gets the fans pumped up! Black shifts his weight to toss Venar aside again, but Venar slides between Black’s legs, rebounds off the ropes and lands on Black’s shoulders, feeding him BRUTAL right hands to the head! Black fights to get the determined Venar off of his shoulders, but Venar rolls back, using Black’s defensive position to knock him off balance and hit a KILLER reverse hurricanrana that sends Black backflipping into the corner! Venar picks up the steel chair and moves toward Black with vicious intentions. He raises the chair high, and gets a giant boot to his gut for the trouble. Venar drops the steel chair and doubles over. Vincent boots Venar in the head, and he stumbles back. Vincent reaches for the steel chair and raises it as he makes to stand up–OMFG VENAR out of nowhere with a DROP KICK that knocks the chair into the face of Vincent! Vincent holds the bridge of his nose as Venar kips to his feet with a roar.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar getting fired up here! What a move by the Falcon!

BUBBA J: Chicken boy needs to take a valium. Vincent’s gonna kill that dickless hen.

Venar walks to the opposite corner and sets up the fallen table. He turns–BLACK with a shot to the skull of Venar with the chair dazes him! Black tosses the chair and SMASHES Venar’s head against the table! Venar is dazed, but he appears to be smiling as Black sets him up for a VICIOUS powerbomb that splinters the table and leaves Venar lying in ruin, grinning through gritted teeth! Black goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

And a KICK OUT by the Falcon keeps this match alive! Black leaves Venar to recover in the pile of busted table and unzips the duffle bag to see what goodies have been brought out to play! Black searches through the container of infinite wonder and mystery while Venar slowly finds his feet behind him. Black smiles as his finds himself a stun gun, but here comes Venar! The Falcon boots the stun gun out of the ring, where it lands in Bubba J’s lap and zaps him!

BUBBA J: AGGHHH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba, are you– (laughs)

BUBBA J: (BLEEP) you, Massacre! (BLEEP) YOU!

Venar with a shot to Black’s jaw turns his head, and when Black looks back at Venar he’s hit with a VICIOUS Falcon Punch that sends saliva flying from his mouth! Venar hits the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD crossbody that sucks the air out of Black and Venar hooks him for the BERMUDA TRIANGLE! Vincent fights, but it’s almost locked in! Black reaches around for a toy nearby to help him, and he finds the black bag! His rand reaches in and then back out with the first thing he could find; a STAPLEGUN!

KA-CHUNK!

Venar rolls back, pulling the staple out of the middle of his forehead. Blood trickles down his face as Venar glares at the staple. Black stands, holding the staple gun in his hand, stalking over to Venar with evil in his eyes. Venar stands to meet him, and Black lunges with the gun, but Venar neatly evades and kicks him in the back of the leg. Black reacts with a back fist – staple gun included – to the side of Venar’s head. Venar hits the ground hard, holding his head, a crippling smile plastered to his face, as Black follows and KA-CHUNKs three staples along his spine! Venar arches his back in pain, the totally uncharacteristic smile shines brightly through his gritted teeth. Why stop there? Black unloads the staple gun into Venar’s back, causing him to convulse with every strike!

KA-CHUNK!

KA-CHUNK!

KACHUNKKACHUNKKACHUNK!

And so on.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black is turning Venar into a pin cushion!

BUBBA J: Mikey, my balls are numb. I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS!

Massacre laughs out loud as Venar grins in agony as Black finally tosses away the staple gun. Black digs through the black bag for more goodies as Venar crawls to the ropes, arching his back. Venar drags himself to his feet and scratches his back with the turnbuckle, TEARING the staples out of his back almost all at once! The fans in the front row cringe with disgust as the gore leaks all over the turnbuckle, bloody staples bounce to the mat as Venar chuckles wildly! Black reaches into the bag and pulls out a small silk bag, no doubt full of something metal and sharp, and tosses it aside for later. He reaches in again, but hesitates. Obviously he sees something not even he wants to touch! Black reaches in and pulls out a book?

Oh, God.

CHYNA – “IF THEY ONLY KNEW”.

IN HARD COVER.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, God, no!

BUBBA J: Jesus, Vincent, you want to hurt him! Not kill him! I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS!

Venar stands up and walks toward Black, but he sees the book.

BUBBA J: Is that FEAR in Venar’s eyes?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can you blame him?

Black lunges with the book, Venar ducks under and hits the ropes! Rebound LARIAT to the big man causes him to drop the book! Venar kicks it aside quickly and nails Black in the chin with an ENZUIGIRI, but Vincent catches the leg! HIGH ANGLE SPINEBUSTER puts Venar down in the splintered table! Venar grins with pain as Vincent stands over him shaking his head in disbelief. Venar smiles as he beckons Vincent to bring it on with both hands. The crowd is really getting pumped up! Black grabs Venar by the throat and yanks him to his feet before hanging him in the air by his throat! Venar kicks and flails, gripping Vincent’s hands to relieve the pressure from his neck.

VINCENT BLACK: I DON’T SEE YOU LAUGHING NOW, KID!

JACOB VENAR: (coughs) GIVE IT A SECOND, BITCH.

Venar kicks Black square in the junk and raises his knee into Black’s face as he doubles over! Black drops Venar, blood POURING from his obviously broken nose, and Venar rolls to the outside! While Black holds his junk and his nose, Venar sets up a table outside next to the turnbuckle and climbs the turnbuckle just as Black stands up! VENAR SOARS! WHISPER IN THE WIND and Black is down again! Venar grabs the silk bag and empties its contents all over the table he set up on the outside! Black finds his feet again, and this time he catches Venar off guard! Black lifts Venar high in a military press, and tosses him to the table– NO, Venar wriggles free and lands behind Black! Venar hooks Black, BLACK REVERSES!

THE NEW HOPE! SIT OUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

NO WAY! VENAR KICKS OUT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: NO WAY! WHAT WILL IT TAKE!

BUBBA J: MY BALLS! DAMN IT!

Black pounds the mat in frustration, arguing with the referee over whether it was two or three, finding the usual result as everyone else, so we have to wonder why they even bother? Black turns to go back to work on Venar, who’s on his knee. Black hooks him, VENAR WITH CHYNA’S BOOK! BLACK IS OUT COLD!

MIKEY MASSACRE: STOP THE MATCH, VINCENT MIGHT BE DEAD!

BUBBA J: NO! NOT CHYNA!

Venar drops the book and wipes his hands together, ridding himself of the filth, looking disgusted with himself. Venar climbs the top rope slowly, looking to end it! Venar off the top!

SPREAD!

MY!

WINGS!

CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

NOOOO! BLACK KICKS OUT!

Both men lie prone on the mat. Black is up first, after a LONG time, and he drags Venar to his feet and shoves him against the turnbuckle. Venar ducks a stiff right hand and chops Vincent’s back. Venar climbs over Vincent to the turnbuckle and starts to haul him up. Venar keeps eyeing the table below him, covered in thumbtacks, knowing it’s the only way Black will go to sleep! Venar sets him up, but Black fights! Black tries to reverse and toss Venar off, but Venar doesn’t budge either! Black and Venar trade shots on the top rope!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

The Falcon heaves ONE MORE TIME…

BUT VINCENT SHOVES HIM OFF FACE FIRST!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, shit, we need EMTs out here NOW!

BUBBA J: HOLY (BLEEP) that’s disgusting!

What happened.

What happened?

Venar’s right leg got caught on the top rope. And his braced knee is bent HORRIBLY the wrong way!

Breaking character, Black hops to the outside and lifts the bloodied, beaten and HORRIBLY broken Venar down from the turnbuckle, waving to the entrance ramp and yelling for EMTs to get down to the ring. Venar holds his knee, writhing in pain as the crowd hushes. EMTs hit the aisle at top speed carrying a stretcher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesus… what a match that was, and then… this. You hate to see this happen, that is a career-threatening injury!

BUBBA J: Threatening? Try ENDING! Shit. That’s (BLEEP)ed up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar is so well known as a man who enjoys pain, a man who will stand up and fight through ANYTHING… this is serious.

The EMTs work on Venar, who convulses with pain, and not even HE is smiling now! A separate EMT checks on Black’s nose., The EMT hesitates, but obliges. The EMTs give it the old “ONE, TWO, THREE” and SNAP Venar’s knee back into place, and Venar SCREAMS in pain! Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell to stop the fight, and Jenny Jersey gets in the ring, surrounded by the debris of the absolutely hellacious match.

JENNY JERSEY: Unfortunately, due to serious injury, referee Alan Stone has called a stop to this contest, declaring the winner, by forfeit… Vincent Black.

The EMTs carry Venar to the back, truly a rare sight, as Stone raises Vincent Black’s arm in victory.

Is this the end of the Falcon?

BUBBA J: My balls Mikey, my fucking balls are on fucking fire!

Lights down.