Aggression #7

Aggression #7
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

May 28, 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.”

~MEGAVISION~

We find the loveable and often drunk Krusty Kid Paul sitting in the Dirty Money locker room chillin’ like a villain. His championship belt is slung over his shoulder and he’s wearing a shirt that has a sock monkey on it. The door slams open and in walks his tag team partner Chris Casino. Casino is still dressed in his expensive suit, gear bag slung over his shoulder, and looks less than thrilled.

KKP: Dude? Sup? You look SUPER pissed.

CASINO: (dropping his bag to the floor) Really? Probably because I am Krusty. In fact, I’m f**kin’ furious.

KKP: Uh, look I didn’t know she was 17 okay? She totally looked 24 and plus I thought I cleaned off your desk. You didn’t find some of my man goo on your leather sofa did you? It’ll come out becase…HAHHAHA I said ‘come’ dude!

Casino yanks Krusty to his feet, the championship belt goes flying. Chris gets nose to nose with his partner.

CASINO: I found your little greeting card you left me two weeks ago Krusty. You think that shit is funny? You think I would laugh about that?

KKP: Dude what? I never gave you a greeting card!

CASINO: Like hell….

Casino shoves him away and starts to dig through his gear bag.

KKP: hey man, have you been sleeping? You have like….Racoon eyes and shit.

Casino upturns his bag and it’s contents spill across the floor.

CASINO: (muttering) It was here….I saved it.

KKP leans down and looks at Casino.

KKP: Dude it’s cool to be stressed out. That’s what cough medicine is for.

CASINO: I saved it. I saved the card though.

KKP: Look dude, after we retain our belts tonight I’ll set you up with the best doctor I know. You need to get checked out.

Casino stands up and runs a hand through his hair.

CASINO: Krusty, I’m sorry man. I….I haven’t been sleeping well actually. I have these dreams and….these dreams…..

KKP stands up and smiles at his partner.

KKP: Totally cool man. No harm no foul. Just rest up and I’ll go get us something to drink.

Casino watches as KKP leaves the room.

CASINO: I….Okay Krusty.

Casino sits down and looks at the spilled contents of his bag. With a vicious kick he sends the bag sailing across the floor.

~Commercial for American Anarchy~
Announced Matches for American Anarchy to be held at the Cramton Auditorium in Washington, D.C.

-Rebel Pro Heavyweight Title-
Marcus Marion(C) vs The Freak
*Chad Kurtis to pick the stipulation for this match.

-Last Man Standing Grudge Match-
Chad Kurtis vs Chris Casino

We return from commercial break to a delightful buzz in the audience as they await the next match. The lovely Jenny Jersey enters the ring, microphone in hand, as several men whistle from the front row.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall!

Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights” hits the speakers, and from the back walks Eric Thompson to a mixed, and somewhat non-existent reaction from the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! From Portland, Oregon, standing at six feet, two inches tall, and weighing in tonight at two hundred thirty-four pounds. He is, “The Richest SOB”, Eric Thompson!

COREY TAYLOR: Who?

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh, Eric Thompson? He was here in REBEL before. You don’t remember him?

COREY TAYLOR: What’s his name again?

ROB MARTINEZ: Eric… Thompson?

COREY TAYLOR: Nope. Not ringing a bell.

Thompson raises his arms at the mention of his name but receives little, if any reaction from the fans. As Thompson gets to the ring, Kanye West is drowned out by Tupac.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is up with all of this annoying music?

COREY TAYLOR: You obviously have no taste in music. This is the music of a TRUE winner.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing next, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada! He stands at six feet five inches tall and weighed in tonight at two hundred sixty five pounds! He is being accompanied by Hugh Aredone, “The Millennium Game”, Justin Case!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just in case what?

COREY TAYLOR: You’re an idiot, you know that? Justin Case is one of the greatest wrestlers alive, and you would do well to remember that!

ROB MARTINEZ: You mean that’s his NAME?

The fans know this one well from NAPW, as the boos begin to rain down. Case just smiles as he struts his way to the ring, basking in their reaction, followed closely by Aredone. Soon, both the boos and Tupac are drowned out by the sounds of “Slip It In” by Black Flag, and the uproar of the crowd, mainly from the men up front who whistle even more than they did for Jenny Jersey.

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, making her way to the ring! Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred twenty three pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Ian Michael Schwarz, she is! Marina. Blue!

Marina waves with a strut as the men at the front whistle and wave. One fan actually has a sign that says “I LOVED YOU IN ASS ASSASSIN!” Marina smiles and blows the particular fan a kiss. Following close behind is Schwarz, rolling along in his chair, cursing the fans and cursing himself with a particular crazy look in his eyes.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah hah! Now HERE’S some entertainment!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re rooting for the good guy? I thought you were a BAD guy?

COREY TAYLOR: Good guy? What’re you– Wrestling? (BLEEP) no, I just like hot chicks.

ROB MARTINEZ: You know, you’re a bad person.

COREY TAYLOR: Whatever. A girl doesn’t stand a chance in a wrestling match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, tell that to Marina. She’s already won several matches.

All the combatants are in the ring, each in opposite corners. Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, and the action is on. Justin Case looks at his two opponents, and smiles. He beckons to Thompson to

join him as he goes for Marina Blue. Thompson smirks and joins him. The crowd boos as each man closes in, backing Blue into the corner, who tries to beg for her life.

“No! Don’t hurt little old me!”

BAM. Both men take shots to the groin and the crowd pops big. Blue blows kisses to the crowd as she covers the big man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marina Blue looking for the quick win!

COREY TAYLOR: She might get it too, getting hit in the balls really hurts. Trust me.

ROB MARTINEZ: You mean you know what that feels like?

Johnson counts!

One!

Two!

THR–

Holy CRAP that was close. Blue shrugs and goes to the prone Thompson, still holding his junk, and rolls him over for the pin.

One!

Two!

THR–

SO close!

ROB MARTINEZ: This former porn star almost won on this match on a shot to the balls!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but she’d better look out! Those balls are angry!

Taylor is referring to Justin Case, who’s on his feet and FUMING. This time, he stalks Blue alone while Thompson rolls around, still recovering from that nut shot. Blue drops to her knees — ahem — and begs him to stop, but Case shakes his head.

“Just how stupid do you think I am?”

Marina Blue shrugs. You can’t get them twice. Blue rolls out just as Case reaches for her, and THOMPSON from behind! He starts railing on the big man Case with rights and lefts and kicks. Chop block sends the big man to his knee, making it easier to deliver a STANDING ENZUIGIRI! Case hits the floor holding his face as Thompson goes for the cover!

One!

Angry kick-out at two by Justin Case! Thompson begins to go to work on Case while he’s down, throwing on a headlock to weaken the big man. Meanwhile, Marina Blue is outside mingling with her manager, Schwarz, who seems to be sipping from a hip flask.

COREY TAYLOR: Aww, come on ref! That’s cheating!

ROB MARTINEZ: No, it’s not, it’s genius! The obviously insignificant Marina Blue is watching as the men beat the hell out of each other!

COREY TAYLOR: The men? Obviously insignificant? Are you some kind of sexist?

ROB MARTINEZ: Were you not the one who said a girl has no place in a wrestling ring?

COREY TAYLOR: Did I say that?

Thompson is wrenching back on the headlock, but Case has had enough. He powers out of the hold, and wrenches Thompson into a wrist lock that makes the smaller man yell out in pain. Thompson, the quicker one, slips under Case’s hold and cinches in a hammer lock, but the stronger man turns around and forces the smaller Thompson into a mercy fight. But Thompson is fighting! The crowd rallies behind him as Thompson fights back with everything he has. The big man is staggering! Outside, Marina Blue rolls her eyes — “Boys” — as she begins searching under the ring for something.

COREY TAYLOR: She’s looking for some toys!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not the same kind of toys you’re thinking of, I imagine.

Blue emerges with a long, slender purple object that has been blurred out by the editors, and smiles as the men in the audience go wild.

COREY TAYLOR: You were saying?

ROB MARTINEZ: What is happening to this company?

Blue slides into the ring as Case and Thompson brawl.

“Oh boys?”

Both men stop and look over at Blue, who is waving the “mysterious object” at them.

“You didn’t forget about little old me, now did you?”

Case raises an eyebrow, but Thompson takes the momentary distraction and executes a schoolboy rollup!

One!

Two!

THR– BAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: She just bashed Eric Thompson over the head with her (BLEEP)!

COREY TAYLOR: WHOA, can you say that on TV?!

The Richest SOB holds his head in pain as he rolls away from the surprised Millenium Game. Marina Blue smiles as she winds up to bash Justin Case on the head, she swings CAUGHT BY CASE! Blue struggles to get free from Justin Case’s grip, but to no avail. Case, with murder in his eyes, RIPS away Blue’s “weapon” and tosses it away before SPLITTING HER HEAD OPEN with a vicious head butt. The crowd BOOS. Blue holds her forehead in pain. Then, quickly, Case locks into a sharpshooter! Looking to end this by submission, Case WRENCHES back on the hold as Blue screams in pain! She looks like she might tap! SHE MIGHT TAP!

SAVE BY Thompson WITH A CHAIR! Case rolls away as THOMPSON makes the cover on Blue!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE— NO!!!

MARINA BLUE digs down and kicks out! Thompson pounds the mat in frustration as the crowd cheers for all they’re worth for

the underdog Blue! Meanwhile, Justin Case, who’s head has been split open, is causing commotion with Marina Blue’s manager.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now what the hell are those two fighting about?

COREY TAYLOR: I dunno, but I like it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Man, you like anything that causes others serious physical or psychological pain, don’t you?

COREY TAYLOR: Psycho-what-y?

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re hopeless.

In the ring, Marina Blue and Eric Thompson are wrestling it out, each one trading blows, neither of them finding the edge. Justin Case rolls back in, having taken a wholluping from Schwarz’s hip flask. Thompson hits his double underhook DDT and goes for a quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THHHHHAT WAS TOO CLOSE!

Case saves with a forearm smash to Thompson’s head. Thompson rolls over and gets back up, and starts sending shots to Case’s abdomen, sending the big man reeling. Thompson’s got Case against the corner, feeding him rights and lefts like no tomorrow! He sends Case to the mat with a drop toe hold and then goes to the top! MOONSAULT! CONNECTS! IT’S ALL OVER!

ONE!

TWO!

BZZT!

…

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: Eric Thompson just flopped off of Case, and he looks like he’s having a seisure?

Justin Case, smiling, gets back to a vertical base, and reveals… a TASER! Marina Blue’s manager Ian Schwarz is checking his pockets! JUSTIN CASE STOLE SCHWARZ’s TASER AND USED IT ON ERIC THOMPSON!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case stole Schwarz’s taser and just used it on Thompson!

COREY TAYLOR: Do I… Do I hear an echo?

Marina Blue is attacking Justin Case! BZZT. Marina Blue is out cold! The fans are BOOOING like there’s no tomorrow! Justin Case, with one hand on each of Marina Blue’s breasts, ORDERS referee Jimmy Johnson to “COUNT”.

ONE!

TWO!

CAN THERE BE SOME KIND OF MIRACLE?!

Nope.

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner! “The Millenium Game”! Justin Case!

Case leaves quickly, as Ian Schwarz chases him and his manager Hugh Aredone out on his wheelchair, throwing various things at him, spouting curses and insults along the way as EMTs attend to Blue and Thompson.

~Commercial for American Anarchy 2010~

-Aggression Champion Match-
Johnny Maverick or Jacob Venar vs Justin Case
*with either Jacob Venar or Johnny Maverick the Special Guest referee and with the ability to pick the stipulation

“Money To Blow” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a big time ovation is The Show and Mack.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers to the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships, representing Young Money…. THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS and “INCREDIBLE” MACK!

“Smooth” hits up in the speakers, the cheering turning to booing as Chad Kurtis leans on the ropes for support inside the ring. Mack is concerned about him, as well as Referee Jimmy Johnson.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, they are CHRIS CASINO and KRUSTY KID PAUL,…. DIRTY MONEY!

Both men step into the ring, Jimmy Johnson taking the belts from them, holding them up for the fans to see.

DING DING

Chris and Chad were set to start off this contest as Jimmy Johnson was doing the officiating. Kurtis was wobbling a bit already, but assurred Jimmy that he could continue on. Casino went for a lock up but quickly tapped Kurtis in the ribs hard to send him in the ropes and down to one knee. Chad looked up, Casino charges in for a kill. Kurtis lowered his shoulder but was unable to back body Casino over the top, Chris came down, delivering a DDT to The Show on the canvas. Casino looked down at his opponent and shakes his head. He looks over to Krusty, motioning for him to tackle Mack. Mack, comes into the ring, ready for a big time fight.

ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look like The Show is feeling up to his best.

COREY TAYLOR: It appears that that rumored infection isn’t a rumor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is that pity?

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, because now when Casino brags about his dominance of The Show, it will be tainted.

Krusty falls to his knees and forearms, Casino comes flying over KKP delivering a buzzsaw kick right to Mack’s forehead sending him into the corner. Mack stumbles back out, tripping over KKP and Casino is off the ropes delivering a bulldog that nearly takes Mack off his feet. Casino back up, getting Krusty’s attention, as it is locked on some busty blonde in the front row. Casino yells one more time, Krusty turns back around. Casino slaps the taste right out of Mack’s mouth before a double Irish whip sends him into the ropes. Casino dives at Mack’s knees with a shoulder block.

ROB MARTINEZ: K-Cutter!

COREY TAYLOR: He did it!

KKP covers Mack as Chad is still unmoving on the ring apron.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions of the world…. Chris Casino, Krusty Kid Paul, Dirty Money!

EMTs rush down to the ring, where they roll Chad Kurtis onto a stretcher, the fans all concerned for his well-being. The EMTs immediately hook up an IV to The Show and let the fluids begin their work.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we’ll get you news of Chad’s condition as soon as possible.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ve just received news… Dirty Money retain once again.

~Commercial~

Commercial for Cousin Bob’s

“It’s the best taxidermy job on the East Coast”

Rick and Bubba give it six shiny antlers.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the vacant REBEL Aggression Championship!!!!

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits the PA and the crowd unleash a cascade of boos!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first and representing the Demi-Gods, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds….’The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!

With a cocky strut, Maverick eases his way towards the ring, occasionally stopping to trash talk some of the fans along the way.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..

‘YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM!!!’

Huge pop from the crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from British Columbia, Canada and weighing in at 240 pounds…..Jacob Venar!!!

Jacob steps out from the back, the band 12 stones blasting on the PA and heads towards the ring. The fans are somewhat taken aback as walking behind Jacob is a huge man, easily 6’7 and 325 pounds. But it’s not the size that distracts people, it’s the fact that this huge man is wearing a white phantom of the opera mask and dressed all in black.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s different.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t that your wife Rob?

Both men are in the ring, Maverick laying in the trash talk to Venar and even giving a few choice words to the big man on the outside. Referee Alan Stone shows both men the REBEL Aggression Championship belt and then hands it off to a ringside attendant before calling for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: And this match for the vacant Aggression Championship is now underway!

COREY TAYLOR: They should just have awarded the belt to Maverick and saved Venar a vicious beating.

The two men lock up and Venar slaps on a side head lock. Maverick backs Venar into the ropes and shots him off. Maverick drops Venar to the mat with a shoulder block. Venar quickly rolls to his feet and watches as Maverick taunts him. Venar eases to his feet and again they lock up. Once more Venar finds himself in a side headlock. Jacob quickly drives a trio of forearm shots into the ribs of maverick but Johnny refuses to release the hold. A side suplex to the mat does the job as the jolt of hitting the mat causes Maverick to break the hold. Maverick scrambles to his feet and is greeted with a chop across the chest! Another chop brings out a ‘Wooooooo’ from the crowd! A third chop has Maverick backing up into a corner. Venar walks into a boot to the gut and Maverick snaps off a European uppercut that rocks Jacob. Maverick grabs Jacob and sends him over the top rope. Venar hangs on and starts to skin the cat! Maverick gets caught with a head scissors from Venar and is pulled out of the ring and down to the floor!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey remember when Jacob was known as ‘The Falcon?’ That was awful.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah ‘Boom Boom’ Taylor…..

On the outside Maverick has gotten back to his feet just in time to get flattened by an Asai moonsault from Venar! Jacob gets to his feet and high fives several fans along ringside before returning his attention to Maverick. As he’s pulling Maverick up, Jacob takes a low blow that drops the high flyer to all fours. Maverick pulls back the ring apron and pulls out a chair as Jacob tries to get back to his feet. A wicked chairshot across the back drops Jacob to his knees and Maverick stands behind him with a malicious grin. Jacob uses the ring steps to pull himself up and turns just as Maverick swings for his head. Venar drops out of the way at the last second and the chair smacks the ringpost! The shock causes maverick to drop his hold on the chair and Jacob quickly retrieves it. Chairshot to the skull from Venar! Jacob tosses away the chair and rolls a dazed Maverick into the ring. Jacob climbs up onto the ring apron, then up to the top turnbuckle and takes to the air with an elbow drop. Maverick pulls his knees up and connects with the ribcage of Venar on his decent down!

COREY TAYLOR: Awesome counter! I smell more gold in the Demi-Gods camp!

Venar is laying on the mat clutching his ribs as Maverick has pulled himself up to his feet. Jacob tries to get to his feet but gets leveled by a running knee to the side of the head! Maverick rolls to the outside and again goes hunting under the ring. Out comes a table and the crowd starts a raucous ‘We Want Tables’ chant! The table is slid into the ring and Maverick pulls out a second table to an even louder ovation! This table is also pushed into the ring and Maverick slides in behind it. Maverick gets to his feet and gets nailed with a running inziguri from Venar! Maverick drops to the mat and Jacob quickly pulls himself to the second turnbuckle. Maverick is up and takes a flying bulldog that drives him face first onto one of the tables laying on the mat! Venar rolls Maverick onto his back and goes for a cover. Maverick gets a shoulder up at two and Jacob shoots a frustrated look at referee Alan Stone. Venar pulls Maverick to his feet and snap suplexes him onto the hard table! Venar quickly gets to his feet and heads to the top of the nearest corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob Venar looking to take another high risk move!

Jacob takes a moment to smile to the fans and takes flight with his Leap Of Faith! Maverick rolls away at the last second and Venar hits the table chest first! Maverick quickly rolls up Venar and gets a long two count from the referee! Maverick jaw jacks with Alan Stone as Jacob rolls onto his back trying to catch his breath. Maverick, done with berating the referee, quickly mounts Jacob and rains down several hard MMA style elbows to the head of Venar. Jacob is doing his best to cover up but several elbows get though and we see that Venar has been gashed open. Maverick pulls off Venar, smiles down at the bloodied and dazed Jacob and picks up the nearest table. Maverick props the table up into the corner and turns his attention to Venar who is trying to get to his feet. Maverick pulls up Venar and hits his ‘Oops I broke him’ double underhook suplex that sends Jacob smashing through the table and into the corner!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick could be closing in on the championship!

COREY TAYLOR: Could be? They may as well stop the match now!

Maverick pulls Venar out of the corner and covers him!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!!!

The slack cover from maverick allows Jacob to get a shoulder up! Maverick looks furious as he leaps to his feet and shoves the referee! Alan Stone shoves Maverick back and somehow Jacob is able to roll him up from behind!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!!

Maverick is quick to his feet and is pointing to the referee yelling about a ‘conspiracy.’

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick almost cost himself the match with that temper of his!

COREY TAYLOR: I call shenanigans! The referee is obviously biased!

Maverick jerks Jacob to his feet and whips him to the far corner. A whisper in the wind from Venar catches Maverick unawares and leaves him laying on the mat! A bloodied Venar gets to his feet and snapmares a rising Maverick to the mat. Maverick lands in a seated position and Jacob comes off the near ropes with a low dropkick to the face of Maverick! Jacob crawls over the remaining table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Jacob turns his attention back to Maverick but is brought down with a drop toe hold into a knee bar submission! Venar quickly grabs the ropes and is able to get the break by pulling himself up Johnny is forced to drop the hold, due to the angle, and both men are vertical. Both men are slow to their feet but Maverick connects first with a forearm shot!

Chop from Venar!

Forearm from Maverick!

Chop from Venar!

Forearm from Maverick!

Chop from Venar!

Forearm from Maverick!

Chop from Venar! A second! A third! Suddenly a flurry of chops from Venar onto the beat red chest on Maverick!

A thumb to the eyes from Maverick stops Venar cold! Head and neck overhead T Bone suplex from Maverick folds up Venar like an accordion!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could have broken the neck of Venar with that move!

COREY TAYLOR: One can hope!

Suddenly over the PA ‘The Oddities’ hits! Maverick looks towards the backstage area in confusion and the big man who accompanied Venar to the ring starts to head towards the back!

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak is here!

The curtain covering the backstage area lights up and an image of a man is illuminated.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s certainly the size and shape of The Freak. But why isn’t he….What the Hell?

The camera quickly returns to the ring and we see that The Freak has emerged from under the ring and is attacking both Jacob and Maverick! Freak drags Maverick over to the table that has been set up and slams his head against it. The Freak quickly scales to the top turnbuckle and takes flight hitting a legdrop from the heavens onto Johnny sending them both crashing through the mat! Meanwhile the ‘bodyguard’ of Venar has reached the backstage curtain and just as he grabs it the music and the illumination stop. He turns and sees the mayhem inside the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell is going on here?

Venar is up and gets hit with a spinning backfist that drops him to his knees. The Freak roughly throws Jacob on top of Maverick and rolls out of the ring and escapes through the crowd before the hulking bodyguard can get to him. Alan Stone, confused as anyone else, does what his job entails. He makes the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Stone

calls for the bell and the fans are unsure on what happened.

ROB MARTINEZ: Why would The Freak do that?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, but he just pissed off a lot of people!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL Aggression Champion……Jacob Venar!!!

Alan Stone hands the belt the Venar and finally the fans pop for their hero!

The hulking bodyguard pulls Jacob up and Jacob is seen to be asking what happened. Jacob raises the belt over his head and gets another pop from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: I dunno what to say other than we have a new Aggression Champion in Jacob Venar!

COREY TAYLOR: I say strip him of the belt!

CREDITS:
Dirty Money Segment – Brion
Marina Blue vs Justin Case vs Eric Thompson – Jacob

Dirty Money(C) vs Chad Kurtis/Mack – Bean

Jacob Venar vs Johnny Maverick – Brion