Aggression #5

Jt Whiplash has arrived at the Aggression Arena and the fans are all swarming him for a chance to get their picture taken with him or to get his autograph.
JT is more than happy to oblige his fans.

“Sign my shirt, JT” says one fan.

“Sign my chest” says a particularly busty female fan.

“Sign THIS, bitch!” says a fan whose face is concealed by a hood as he drives a chair down onto the skull of JT Whiplash. JT falls like a ton of bricks
and his attacker pounces on him and begins driving his brass-knuckle clad fists into his face repeatedly before a few of the fans manage to pull him off
and yank off his hood, revealing Johnny Maverick. Johnny powers out of the hold of the fans and runs off a little bit. He laughs darkly before licking
some of JT’s blood off of his brass knuckles. He runs away just as security arrives.

Rob Martinez: That little punk Johnny Maverick jumped JT backstage! JT still has a match tonight!

Corey Taylor: Yeah, and after that mauling it looks like Chris Casino’s victory is a sure thing. As if it wasn’t already.

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Aggression #5
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

May 14, 2010

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

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

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

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

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

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

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

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

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

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

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

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

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

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~Megavision~

We find Chris Casino walking through the hallways, bag slung over his shoulder and sunglasses hiding his eyes. He passes a handful of fans who shout out
his name and he promptly dismisses them. A smirk appears on his face and he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

CASINO: Good Lord Man, what are you doing here?

The camera pans over to reveal his tag team championship partner Krusty Kid Paul. He’s leaning against a wall and take liberal swigs from a cough syrup
bottle.

KKP: Dude! I had to come and support my partner!

The camera pulls wide to reveal both men and we catch Casino glance down at his platinum Rolex.

CASINO: Um. The show doesn’t start for another hour Krusty. Plus I’m pretty sure I’m on last so….Yeah you’re early as Hell. Usually I have to unleash
the hounds to track your stinky ass down before our matches start.

KKP: Just that one time. Oh wait, you mean here in REBEL? Oh well then yeah my ass is always…..

CASINO: Krusty as enlightening as this is, I need to get into my ring gear and prepare for later. Is there something I can do to, uh, help you? Keep you
out of trouble? Entertain you?

An awkward beat.

KKP: Look you know how I hate to ask, but some of us weren’t born into a multi millionaire family you know? Some of us actually do this for a living and
don’t donate their paychecks to….

A quick glance at the camera from Casino.

CASINO: Krusty!

KKP: (smirking) Oh yeah I forgot that you don’t have a heart or whatever. Look man…..I need them. Please?

CASINO: Ugh. Don’t beg. It’s something I’d expect out of a wrestler in PWA. Look you need ‘em? No problem.

Casino drops his bag and unzips it.

KKP: I owe you bro! Woooooooooo! Daddy is gonna live large tonight bitches!

CASINO: You worry me Krusty. Seriously.

Casino pulls out his ring boots, then his REBEL World Tag Championship and then he smiles as he pulls out a thick wad of color 8×10′s. He hands them over
to an eager KKP.

KKP: YEEEEEEEES!!!!

KKP shows the photos to the camera man and we see that he has a stack of signed pics of….Chad Kurtis!?

KKP: I’m glad you snatched these bad boys when you did. Do you know how much these go for? Those stupid people out there will pay me enough to…..

Casino: (holds up a hand) Please don’t tell me. That way I won’t be an accomplice. Just go and sell those things and I’ll catch up with you later.

KKP hurries off like a kid on candy and Casino starts to stand up when something catches his eye.

CASINO: What the?

Casino pulls out a pink envelope and quickly opens it. It’s a hallmark card of some sort. He briefly scans it and a look of both confusion and fury roll
across his face. He quickly stands and looks around.

CASINO: (shouting) Krusty! Hey Krusty!

Casino sighs and crumples up the card.

CASINO: Not very damn funny.

Casino collects his gear and heads off.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall…..

“Slip it in” by Black Flag hits the PA and the crowd, especially the males, pop huge!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from North Hollywood and weighing in at 123 pounds…..Marina Blue!!!!

Blue saunters out from the back dressed up like a catholic school girl and the fans eat it up. She skips towards the ring, showing plenty of leg and cleavage
along the way.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent….

Black Flag is replaced by Disturbed and the crowd turns hostile.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from, oh yuck, Marina Blues Sweetest Sticky Dreams and weighing in at 180 pounds…..The Freak!!!

The Freak steps out from the back and the hostile crowd bath him in boos. He’s wearing a cup over his tights, a cup with a lipstick imprint on it and a
tee shirt that has his and Marinas picture on the front while on the back the text reads, ‘Freak + Porn Star = Sticky Good Time!!!’

ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s pretty much disturbing.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re just jealous you’re not in the ring with Marina. Oh God I LOVE her movies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Easy……

COREY TAYLOR: I watched ‘A Night At The Marina’ three times in a row! My palm still hasn’t recovered.

ROB MARTINEZ: And let’s go to the ring!

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell and Marina starts to circle Freak who is simply standing in the middle of the ring grinning at her. He gives her
a pelvic thrust and she sneers at him. Blue lunges in and the two lock up! Freak shoves her away and she falls onto her back on the mat! Freak wiggles
his hips and flicks his tongue at Blue. The Freak steps towards her and gets caught with a nip up hurricanrana! Freak is quickly back to his feet and charges
Blue only to rush right into a deep arm drag! Again Freak is up and like before he’s the victim of a lightning fast arm drag! Freak quickly rolls to the
outside to break the momentum as the fans cheer on Blue! On the outside The Freak looks to be out of it, stumbling around on rubber legs. Blue takes a
chance and goes for a suicide dive but The Freak catches her! Smiling broadly we see that he was playing possum. Freak turns and hurls Blue over the guard
rail and into the front row where she knocks down two (lucky) male ringside fans!

COREY TAYLOR: Lucky bast….

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue is giving up to much weight and height to go toe to toe with The Freak! She needs to hit and run!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh now THAT was an awesome movie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh.

Freak crawls over the guard rail and plants a boot upside the head of Marina. He snatches a cup of beer from a fan and splashes it in the face of Blue
all the while taunting her. She goes for a low blow but the cup blocks it! She grabs her forearm in pain as The Freak laughs like the crazy man he is.
A scoop and a slam on the concrete floor from The Freak leaves Blue writhing in agony. Johnson is doing his best to restore order but knows it’s pretty
futile. However The Freak seems to want to comply and heads back towards the guard railing. As he starts to climb over, Blue appears out of nowhere leaping
up onto the railing and taking The Freak down to the floor with a bulldog!

ROB MARTINEZ: What balance!

COREY TAYLOR: What legs!

Marina crawls away from a dazed Freak and pulls back the ring apron. She slides out a Kendo stick and drags herself to her feet. Likewise, Freak is up
and just in time too as he take a shot across the dome from the Kendo stick! Another shot, this one to the ribs has The Freak trying to escape the ex-porn
star! A brutal shot across the back and The Freak rolls back inside the ring. Blue slides in after him but pays the price when she’s caught with a knee
to the side of her head. Freak rips the Kendo stick from her hands and lays in a few shots of his own much to the dislike of the crowd! Freak tosses the
hard bamboo stick out of the ring, pulls Blue to her feet and drives her back to the mat with a beautiful snap suplex. The Freak is all smiles now as he
parades around the ring. Blue is on her back holding her ribs in pain and the Rolling Thunder from Freak doesn’t help matters!

COREY TAYLOR: Careful of the implants!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Freak could have broken some ribs with that move!

Instead of a pin, The Freak slithers up the body of Blue and seems to be whispering something in her face. She doesn’t seem to agree as she suddenly reaches
up and takes a bite of Freaks ear! She hooks her legs around his body and her arms around his head

as she grinds her teeth against his flesh. Freak is
screaming as we see blood pouring from his ear. Several short stiff right hands to the ribcage causes a break and Freak staggers to his feet. He checks
on his bloody ear and makes sure it’s still there. He rolls to the outside, asks for and receives a chair from ringside and climbs back into the ring.
Freak slams the chair edge into the ribs of Blue and then sets it up in the center of the ring. He pulls Blue to her feet and shoves her onto the seat.
Freak hits the far ropes and goes for what looks to be a running Yakuza kick but Blue drops out of the way at the last second! Freak crotches himself on
the chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh. That’ll leave a mark.

Freak is on all fours on the mat when Marina approaches him. Suddenly he swings back a leg and drives it into her gut! As she drops to the mat he stands
and points once more to his cup! Grabbing Blue by the hair Freak positions her for a powerbomb. He pulls up her catholic school girl dress and gives her
a spank before hoisting her up onto his shoulders! Amazingly Blue reverses the move into a tornado DDT at the last second! She spikes the head of Freak
into the mat and then slowly pulls herself to her feet. The Freak is getting up when Blue comes off the far ropes and uses the still set up chair as a
spring board of sorts to hit a modified ace cutter! Blue scrambles over and grabs the chair, folds it up and waits for The Freak to get back to a standing
position. She swings the chair at Freaks head but he ducks! One Randy Orton style back breaker later and Blue is laying on the mat in agony!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just when Blue was looking to get the upper hand the Freak stops her cold!

Freak grabs Blue and drags her to where the chair was dropped. He slams her head against the chair and then follows up with a brutal stomp to the back
of her head! Blood is pouring from her nose and Freak poses above her. Freak grabs a handful of hair and again smacks her head against the chair! The crowd
is growing hostile to this display and even the referee is telling The Freak to pin her. Freak pulls Blue to her feet and looks to slam her on the chair
when she quickly hooks her arm around the head of Freak and somehow gets off a inverted DDT! Blue starts to crawl to the near ropes as The Freak sits up
and tries to shake the cobwebs. Blue pulls herself to the top turnbuckle and The Freak, chair in hand, is back to his feet. Freak turns in Blues direction
and takes a missile dropkick to the chair that sends it crushing against his head!

COREY TAYLOR: Get the fork ready! Call the fat lady!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue has turned the tide!

Blue grabs a motionless Freak, drags him towards the near corner and places the dented chair firmly against his face. The crowd gets to their feet as they
see her stagger to the far side of the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: This move is awesome!

Blue pulls herself to the top, wipes the blood from her busted nose and goes coast to coast hitting her Dirt Pipe Milkshake (Van Terminator) onto Freak!
The crowd pops huge as she drags Freak away from the ropes and drapes an arm over his chest!

One!

Two!

Three!!

The referee calls for the bell and this one is in the books!

COREY TAYLOR: Is she okay? Maybe I need to go help her?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stay put. She’s banged up, but she’s fine, er, okay. Big win for Blue!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match……..Marina Bluuuuuuuuuue!!!!!

Huge ovation for the gutsy and busty ex-porn star!

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“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a big pop is Rebel Owner, Larry Gordon. There is a briefcase in his hand as he marches to the ring, acknowledging the fans on his way down. He looks to the crowd as he stands on the apron, then steps through the ropes. He grabs a microphone from Jenny Jersey then walks to the table set in the center of the ring.

LARRY GORDON: “As most of you know and those of you who don’t are probably watching that NAPW federation up in Canada…”

Laughter from the crowd and a smile from Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: “Well anyways, the contract for Chad Kurtis is due to expire permantly next Friday, May 21, 2010.”

The crowd boos, they don’t want to see him leave.

LARRY GORDON: “I know I know I don’t want to see him leave either, even if it is to a good fed like PWA. I know they’d treat him right because despite him running a big federation like the PWA, both Mark Sommers and Joe Boxer are two very savvy businessmen and would snatch him up the same way I snatch a pizza slice.”

He smiles and the crowd laughs their approval. Larry holds up the briefcase.

LARRY GORDON: “In this case, I hold a contract extension for a period of two years, on which all terms were met from both sides. I gave in some, Chad gave in some and a very good compromise was met. All that is left to do now…”

“Cocky” hits up in the speakers and the crowd is absolutely wild! Larry turns to the entrance, smiling as he sits the briefcase down, pulling out the paper. Chad walks down to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I for one hope he doesn’t sign it, good ridence to extremely bad rubbish.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is a Rebel Icon, here way before you was.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Out with the old, like yourself, and in with the new, like myself.

Chad stands on the apron, obviously sore from the ordeal of the triple threat match last Friday night. He steps through the ropes, not doing is customary slide into the ring. Walking up to the table, he motions for the microphone.

CHAD KURTIS: “So, in that paper is an extension for two years?”

The crowd is loving this, Larry nods.

CHAD KURTIS: “I’m led to believe that in that paper is a contract extending my stay for these fans, for two years?”

Larry smiles, nodding.

CHAD KURTIS: “Well, if all of my terms were met, all of your terms were met, and we all just had a happy go lucky time with warm and tingling feelings…”

The crowd laughs, Larry smiles, Chad makes no expression.

CHAD KURTIS: “Only one thing left to do then Gordon…”

He whips out a pen, leaning over the paper and flicks his wrist a few times, inking his name to the deal. Chad turns to the crowd, but Larry holds his arm for a second and Chad turns back around. Larry Gordon asks for the mic.

LARRY GORDON: “Chad, I’ve always been taught that a contract can be broken, people can find ways of doing it.”

Chad looks suspicious.

LARRY GORDON: “But a handshake between two men, is something respected, something time honored, and something unbreakable.”

Larry extends his hand, Chad looks down at it, to the crowd, and grasps the hand.

LARRY GORDON: “Thanks Chad.”

Larry walks out of the ring, leaving Chad to stare at his new contract.

Chad stares at the contract for a brief moment before holding it up to the approval of the fans.

Chad teases that he is going to left the ring but stops and pivots back around with a smile on his face.

CHAD KURTIS: Did you really think I would come out here tonight without saying a few words? You all know me better then that don’t you? First of all I want to think Larry Gordon and everyone else that helped to make this contract a reality but most importantly I want to think you the Rebel fans!

Chants of we love you Chad, we love you Chad break out among the crowd.

CHAD KURTIS: But now that the contract is signed it is time to focus on the business at hand and that business is none other then Chris Casino.

Fans boo at the mention of that name then switch to chants of kick his ass Chad, kick his ass!

CHAD KURTIS: Kick his ass is exactly what I plan on doing and it’s going to happen sooner rather then later because I was informed that the match will take place at American Anarchy!

Huge pop from the crowd as the chants of kick his ass Chad, kick his ass grow louder.

CHAD KURTIS: Now all that is left for us to find out is if Casino is going to accept my challenge and make it a ‘Last Man Standing Match’! But Casino ain’t the only piece of business I want to address. I would also like to take this opportunity to talk about our champion, Marcus Marion.

Fans don’t like the mention of Marion’s name either as the chants change to kick both their asses Chad, kick both their asses.

CHAD KURTIS: And that is exactly what I am going to do! Kick both their asses! But I don’t want to get ahead of myself! So we are going to do this right and we are going to do it one match at a time! First Casino at ‘American Anarchy’ then Marion I am coming back after my world title belt!

Chad drops the mic on the mat and slides out of the ring to a huge pop from the crowd.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and will determine the number one contender for the REBEL Pro Aggression Title.

“For The Love Of The Game” by Pillar blears over the P.A. system as the crowd goes POP! Huge reaction for “The Spade” as Duncan Aries makes his way towards
the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred thirty eight pounds, “The Spade” Duncan Aries!

Duncan steps into the ring and stares down the aisle waiting for his opponent. Pillar is suddenly replaced by 12 Stone’s “Anthem For The Underdog” as Jacob
Venar comes out from behind the curtain to an equally huge pop from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro faithful love both these men here tonight. I can’t tell who this crowd is cheering louder for.

COREY TAYLOR: Well that’s because these humanoids don’t realize that these guys are both loser’s and that not one of them deserves this match.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent from British Columbia, Canada, Weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds, Jacob Venar!

Jacob rolls into the ring and stands nose to nose with Aries, both men have an ineffable intensity in there eyes. Alan Stone steps in-between Jacob and
Duncan right before calling for the bell.

DING DING

Aries and Venar lock up in an elbow-and-collar-tie-up, Duncan with a quick go behind hammer lock; Venar reverses with a hammer lock of his own. Duncan
counters with a quick drop toe hold into a side headlock. Jacob gets out with a headscissors, Duncan kips up to get out of the hold and both men are back
to their feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: A classic display of chain wrestling that these REBEL fans don’t get to see often.

Jacob and Aries both nod in respect to each other before locking up again in a Elbow-and-collar-tie-up. This time Jacob takes the lead with a quick arm
drag. Duncan on his feet and answers with an arm drag of his own. Jacob back up only to be met with a dropkick to send him right back down. Venar back
to his feet and ducks a clothesline from Aries; Venar with a spinning wheel kick that gets ducked by “The Spade”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man able to get the advantage so far in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because neither man is any good.

Both men circling each other in the center of the ring feeling each other out. Neither wanting to be the first man to make a mistake. They lock up again;
Aries whips Venar into the ropes and goes for a back body drop. Jacob lands on his feet to a big POP from the crowd. Aries turns to face Venar only to
be met with a dropkick from the former Bird of Prey. Aries gets back to his feet and receives a knife edge chop from Venar.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Another chop from Venar.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries with a chop of his own.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Venar with a chop.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Venar.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries goes for an Irish Whip. Duncan with a knee lift to Jacob’s abdomen; Venar rolls through it and catches Duncan with a school boy roll up.

One…

Tw… No kick out before the two! Jacob goes for a snap suplex. Blocked by Aries. “The Spade” reverses with a small package.

One…

Two…

Kickout. Both men to their feet. Another tie-up and Jacob with an arm drag quickly followed by a modified armbar. Aries rolls through and goes behind Venar
with a back suplex. Aries quick to press his advantage with a series of quick elbow drops. Aries picks up Venar, sends him into the ropes, and hit’s a
big sidewalk slam. Venar holds his back in pain as Aries is building some momentum in this match. Aries grabs Jacob again, sends him into the turnbuckle
and runs in for a clothesline; no whisper in the wind from Jacob Venar! Jacob crawls over for the cover.

One…

And that’s all he gets as Aries kicks out. Jacob gets to his feet a few seconds before Aries. Jacob with a running Enzuigiri that turns Duncan inside-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two equally matched men here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan was right though, what has Jacob done to warrant this type of match?

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh I don’t know, the fact that Jacob has won three matches in a row shouldn’t have anything to do with it.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, you take away those three wins and honestly he sucks.

Venar picks up Aries and connects with a snap suplex. Another quick cover. But Aries kicks out before the one count. Venar hoists Duncan back to his feet
and sends him into the rope with an Irish Whip; Duncan catches himself on the ropes. Jacob comes in with a clothesline that sends Aries to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: When will you realize that you make absolutely no sense?

COREY TAYLOR: Probably around the time your mom realizes all those twinkies she is eating aren’t diet cakes.

Venar runs and leaps with a suicide plancha to Aries on the outside. Aries able to side step last moment and Venar crash and burns. Aries rolls Jacob back
into the ring and steps through the ropes. Aries goes for The Ace Of Spades! Venar rolls out before Aries can get it locked. Both men on their feet and
Duncan Aries hits a hurrinicarana out of nowhere, he follows the move with several stiff shots to Jacob’s head. Duncan hoists Jacob to his feet right before
levelling him with a roundhouse to the side of the head. A cover.

One…

Two…

ThreNO… A kickout by Venar keeps this match going. Aries picks up Venar and levels him with a side russian leg sweep. That move is quickly followed by
an elbow drop across the throat of Venar. “The Spade” takes Jacob by the hair and sets him up in the corner. A big knee lift into the gut of Jacob Venar.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are putting on one grand clinic.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, it isn’t this often that people get lessons on how to suck and these two men definitely know how to do that. They must have learned from your mom.

Rob reaches over and slaps the headset off of Corey as we go back to the action. Aries puts Venar on the top rope and follows him up. He’s going for a super-plex! Blocked by Jacob! Both men trading blows on the top rope! Aries with a
right, Jacob with a left. Aries with a left, Jacob with a right! Aries, Jacob, Aries, Aries, Jacob… Aries goes down and hit’s the canvas! Jacob wastes
no time with “Spread My Wings”… It connects, cover!

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Ding, ding, ding.

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner, and new number one contender for the Aggression Title, Jacob Venar!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hard fought match by both men, but Jacob able to capitalize on Duncan’s one mistake.

COREY TAYLOR: The only mistake is the fact his daddy didn’t wear a rubber.

The lights go out with Jacob standing and posing on the corner. A voice, sounding just like Darth Vader’s comes over the speakers.

“Duncan…. your wife’s skin…. is… so… sweet looking…”

The crowd gasps, but it is still pitch black in the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: This must be the mysterious man.

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly, do you think?

“Duncan… I can’t wait… to touch her…. to rub my hands… all over… her body…”

Laughter in the speakers.

“Duncan… I will… get… my hands… on her… To prove my point…. here is a present for you…”

The lights come up and at Duncan’s feet is the shirt Taylor was wearing last week when she came out to hug Duncan after his match with Vincent. Duncan picks up the shirt, staring up the aisle, into the crowd, and behind him.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Back from commercial and we have the two men ready to go at it for the Main Event of the evening.

COREY TAYLOR: There is no way JT’s body can keep up with the conditioning of Chris Casino.

DING DING

The bell rings and JT is immediately on offense with his swinging soupbones heading towards the crafty and cunning Casino. Chris with a duck and swerve taking Whiplash down to the mat with an armdrag. Casino rolls over into a hammerlock on the grounded veteran, who begins to push back up to his feet. Casino taunts him with a slap to the back of his head. JT drops down to one knee slamming an elbow into the midsection of Casino that doubles him over. JT brings him down with a DDT and now The Confederate Copperhead is on offense.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino’s taunting cost him there.

COREY TAYLOR: Not really, I believe he has him right where he wants him.

JT throws down a big forearm, but Casino manages to grab an ankle and pull the wiley veteran off his feet before the shot connects. JT falls backwards, Casino helps him out with a shoulderblock and a shove that sends JT onto his back. Whiplash begins to roll over up to his feet, but Casino is off the ropes with a running knee into his face. JT is back on his back once more, Casino with a knee drop onto the canvas? JT is up, showing the resiliency of his breeding as he throws a wild right soupbone that connects with Casino’s skull. Chris backs up from the contact, holding at the side of his skull, JT shoots up to his feet, he pulls Casino with hiim. Chris throws a right and left combo into Whiplash’s midsection but the veteran shrugs it off.

ROB MARTINEZ: That combo has no effect.

COREY TAYLOR: JT is too drunk to even know he is in pain.

Casino reaches up, grabbing the left wrist shoving it away before he boots Whiplash in the gut, this is successful in doubling him over. Chris with an European Uppercut that backs Whiplash into a vertical base. Casino with a knife edge chop, but JT returns the favor. JT with a second chop, but Casino fires back with one of his own and the crowd gives the obligatory response, no matter who chops here.

JT with a chop. Whoooooo!

Casino with a chop. Whoooooo!

JT with a chop. Whoooooo!

Casino with a chop. Whoooooo!
JT with a right hand breaks up the chopfest, Casino holds at his jaw in surprise. JT fires with another right bone, a third, and Chris is in the ropes. Irish whip sends Casino into the ropes, Whiplash follows to center ring. Casino lifted up for a spinebuster, but he pokes JT right in the eyes and as he falls, a DDT to the canvas. JT holds at his elderly eyes, water streaming from their tear ducts. Casino wipes at his forehead, a bit surprised at JT’s wrestling ability?

ROB MARTINEZ: What a low blow from someone who wanted a wrestling match.

COREY TAYLOR: What is that saying you are so fond of?… Oh yeah, Rebel Pro, No Disqualifications, No Count-outs, and No Bullshit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart ass.

Casino pulls Whiplash up to his feet, whi into the corner. Casino charges in, up to the second rope, springboard kick to the back of JT’s head sends him down to one knee in the corner. Casino pulls JT’s head up, chop to the face, punch to the jaw, and a spit right into his face as well. JT is infuriated as he shoves Casino backwards. Off the ropes big boot sends Casino sprawling onto the canvas and scrambling for some protection. JT stalks after Casino, anger boiling off of him in waves. Casino holds his hands up while shaking his head in a plea for some respit. Casino winces as Whiplash stomps down heavily into his midsection, driving the wind right out of Casino’s lungs. Whiplash pulls Casino back up, propping him in the corner. Shoulder to the gut, another, a third and Casino is gasping for air. Whiplash with an uppercut to the mouth of Casino stands him up in the corner, JT with a chop.

Whoooooo!

Another. Whooooooo!

Casino looks to be out on his feet, but JT changes tactics. JT begins stomping away at Chris, doing the mudhole stomp in the corner with his big Confederate boots. Casino is folded back on himself in the corner, but JT pulls him out, looking to the fans. Casino yanks on JT’s trunks, as he lowers himself, and JT’s face is slammed right into the top turnbuckle. Casino is up quickly bouncing off the ropes with a kick right into JT’s ribs. Whiplash holds at his ribs and begins to cough heavily after the force of the blow. Casino pulls JT center ring, smiling out to the crowd while pointing to JT coughing up a lung.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bankrupt 2.0!

Corey Taylor: Out of Nowhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: You idiot, he was setting him up for it as JT was gasping for breath.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but my line sounded better.

Casino makes the cover as Alan Stone makes the count.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing the Demi-Gods… Chris Casino!

“Smooth” hits back up in the speakers as JT is holding at his ribs, Casino looks down on him in distaste before he wipes his hands(as though wiping them clean of the dirty filth that is JT Whiplash).

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White strobes bathe the arena, followed by the ambulance sirens – as Axl Rose’s voice, accompanied by guitarist, Slash, on the 60′s styled Gibson SG, opens up with “My Michelle” by GNR. The crowd becomes near uncontrollably hostile. Coming out from the back is the Bad Girl Of Rebel Pro Nicole Rhodes. She looks very much like a princess on this evening, sporting a tiara on her head, white sequin full-length gloves, and her hair is tied back in a bun. The World title rest in her hands, she proudly displays the title to the crowd – antagonizing them with it.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’d think we could get through one show with out his pompass presence.

COREY TAYLOR: I for one am glad he is bringing some class to this show.

Behind her, is the owner of the most famous green eyes in the business. Marion is walking with a noticeable limp (still feeling the ladder match effects). The fans try and take a swipe at him, however Marion wisely keeps his distance. Once in the ring, he is afforded a mic. Nicole hangs behind him, with the World title, broad smile and all.

MARCUS MARION: And here I stand, you idiots, still YOUR World Heavyweight Champion. And it wasn’t easy. It sure hurt like hell. But hey, if you’re going to go through hell. I learned a long time ago, you might as well take something back with you.

Appropriately enough, the camera pans on the World title, glistening under the lights, held up by Miss Rhodes. The capacity crowd boos.

What? You are treating me like some common street thug, like some criminal. No, I walked into a foreign environment and, more IMPORTANTLY, I walked OUT still the World Champion. That says nothing critical about my character. If anything, it says that I KEEP my word. Something of a lost art in this day and age. Without a doubt, I have just proven that I am the single GREATEST performer in this company. And where’s our dearly departed brethren Chad Kurtis and The Freak to dispute that fact? I’ll tell you where they are…

They’ve BOTH slunk back into five star mediocrity, too ashamed to show their worthless faces around the main-event scene ever again. And who could blame ‘em? I mean, they talked until they were blue in the face about “paying dues” but I just PROVED that I am the one who REALLY burns the midnight oil. When the chips are down, to steal an addage from Maverick… I don’t surrender. I don’t quit. No, I persevere. I adapt. While I magically pulled another classic out of the hat, for Kurtis and the Freak, guys, lets relive their moments in the main-event, at their most vintage.

Marion cues the AV guys. Megavision comes to life, with grainy footage of the barbed wire ladder match, main-event. “This Moment” by Disturbed plays over the airwaves, then we see shots of The Freak getting tossed off the top turnbuckle by Nicole. We skip a bit and then we see, in slo-mo, the exact moment when The Freak was hurled off the ladder, sending him sailing, neck first, into the guardrail. The live crowd graons…

CROWD: OOH!

MARCUS MARION: Quiet, you’re ruining everything. Keep watching, we haven’t even gotten to the good part.

The Freak’s music cuts off. Now we are treated to “Cocky” by Kid Rock. All of a sudden we see shots of Chad Kurtis. Particularly, we see a shot of Marion savagely beating Kurtis with a steel chair. As the footage treks along, we then see a shot of Marion making a move for the World title. He pulls Kurtis up with him, since they were cuffed, earlier in the match, together. Elbow to the face of Kurtis.

CROWD: BOO! BOO! BOO!

MARCUS MARION: You little brats. It’s quite obvious that you CAN’T follow simple instructions and keep quiet, nor keep still. I guess you are ready to skip all the filler…and get to the juicy stuff, huh? Heh, your wish is MY command.

The footage moves to the conclusion of the match. In a moment, perhaps, that will become famous in the future, we see the exact point when Marion jumped up for the World title, latching on to it, just as the Freak landed a picture perfect missile dropkick to the ladder. The barbed wire ladder nearly destroys the Freak, and Marion lands on top of both opponents while coming down, STILL, to the chagrin of the crowd, World Champion.

MARCUS MARION: That was MY moment. My tour-de-force. Seeing as though the only highlights in the Freak’s or Chad Kurtis’ lives…well, is in their hair, it was only fitting to give you, the fans, your monies worth. Your heroes, starting with Kurtis, have ALL failed you. It’s the truth. I mean who do you have left, Aries? Despite the fact that he prevailed in his little staring contest with Vincent Black, who REALLY thinks he DESERVES a shot at my gold? The man is beneath me, and so will be his children, God forbid one of those bastards catch the wrestling bug. He’s lucky all he got from that old windbag driving the Honda Civic was some colorful language, and not a hit-and-run. So, scratch Aries off the list, what about Whiplash?

Heh, Rebel Pro’s own domestic abuser.

CROWD: JT! JT! JT!

Whatever. Whiplash, how’s it feel to be close to three-hundred pounds and, in a blind rage, nearly killing a stick figure? First and foremost, YOU are a gutless coward. Secondly, you’re damned lucky you aren’t currently sitting in a cage, getting a dildo shoved up your ass. I’ve seen it happen for less, far less, trust me. Spin this HOWEVER you like, but on the incident report, my name wasn’t the one bolded and underlined with italic, saying I commited the MOST heinous of atrocities. While you were being a busy bee running pounds of flesh through walls, making an ass out of yourself, time is money, I had places to go, and people to see.

The crowd boos.

So I see you’ve gone ahead and defended your little belt. That’s nice. But, pal, I hope you DON’T think it’s over. Maverick, all Filth and the Fury of him, is NOT done with you. Your living on borrowed time Whiplash. How long did you think you could keep that pace up? I knew your little pace maker would STOP at some point. I just hoped it would be me stopping it, but Casino stopping it, a Demi-God, is nearly as good.
You are a feel-good, Cinderalla story. A novelty act. You couldn’t sell yourself to science but the “wrasslin” biz took you in, didn’t it? Purely a capatlist decision, I assure you. Face it, it’s not everyday we get to see a nearly fifty year old man get his brains beat in, legally. It makes me SICK to see the sight of you. But what makes me gag even more is the sight of you with Demi-God property.

Your time is almost up. You’re going to wake up from this fairy tale with a hangover, what’s it you like to call people, oh yes, son. A hangover from the night that should have NEVER been allowed to happen in the first place. Since I’ve got enough gold to fill Fort Knox, it won’t be by my hands. But when you DO wake up… guess who is going to be standing over your broken and defeated body, laughing his ass off anyway…

Getting uncomfortably close to Marion’s face, we peer in as he points to himself.

Me.

Marion then throws down the mic. He and Nicole head out of the ring, to the booing of the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now maybe we can close out the show since this arrogant pr…

COREY TAYLOR: I wouldn’t finish that if I were you, Marcus might fire you.

{fade}

CREDITS:
Marion Segment – Christian
Dirty Money Segment – Brion
JT Whiplash vs Chris Casino – Bean
Duncan Aries vs Jacob Venar – Brad
Marina Blue vs The Freak – Brion