The Branches of Sin

Earlier Tonight…

We fade backstage, and it’s here we see Matthew Engel arriving earlier in the evening. As he enters the arena he is met with a trash can, crumpled over his head. Engel drops his duffle bag, and lays in a left hook on his attacker. The man attacking takes the hit, we still can’t clearly see who it is though. Engel lifts a knee to the attackers chest. The attack keels forward but then charges Engel spearing him into the wall. He grabs Engel by the head and neck and throws Engel. Engel goes flying right through a pane of glass. And that’s when we see him.

The Alliance of Wrestling Federations Intercontinental Champion, Thomas Manchester Black. He wipes off his hands and walks off…

Revenge of the Apostle I: Nacho Edition

We open to a concession stand in an arena. A stand frequently visited by red necks and various others who refuse to count calories and are easily allured by bright colors and sugar. But today it is visited by a man who is normally one of those watched by the spectators. But tonight he is just an average jack off in line just another day in the nachozone.

Figgy: ” I want gatoraides two of every flavour you have. Then I want four nachos, six corndogs, ten churros, and a box of tic tacs”

Our hero leaves the stand with his bundle of food which seems to be placed on a large tray. He seemed to have no idea why he was so hungry but wasn’t going to complain. But soon a wild Scott Nash Srader appears and uses leer . It’s not very effective since Figgy seemed focused on downing a blue gatoraide.

Figgy: Oh hey strader

SNS: What the fuck do you think you are doing?

Figgy: I know, I know the food here is terrible but I needed a nacho fix

SNS: Why the fuck are you even here?

Figgy: Oh that? I’m cool I bought the ticket off some old guy.

Strader crosses his arms suspiciously knowing Figgy had to be up to something.

SNS: I’ll be watching you Fig.

Figgy: okey doeky

Figgy tawdles off seeming unphased by the threat from Strader. And we fade to black.

Welcome to REBEL Pro Handicap Match!

“The Virus” Matthew Engel versus Golden Inferno

Jester Jay: After that beat down from Thomas Manchester Black, we got to wonder if Engel can compete like this, by.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, I guess that’s why…

Suddenly Second 2 None’s theme hits, yeah I don’t remember it’s some shit by Metallica fuck off, and the crowd goes nuts. They make their way to the ring and get inside, hoisting up the PWA Tag Team titles.

Second 2 None versus Golden Inferno

Matt Engel and Jethro Hayes stand in the ring.

Linzi Martin: So where’s Golden Inferno?

Jester Jay: Ah, here we go.

Two large men come from the back, carrying Jeremy Gold. He’s in a tattered suit, and has a white trail out of one nostril, while blood comes from the other. They carry him to the ring, and throw him in. He cowers in the corner and Engel and Hayes laugh in the other corner.

Linzi Martin: Well…that’s half of them. Where’s “Inferno?”

As if on cue, Inferno runs out from the back. He lets out a “WOOOO” as he holds up his arms, then empties a canister of gas on himself. Another cheer before he strikes a match, and lights himself on fire. The cheers turn to screams as he does three loops, then runs off the stage and crashes through some electrical equipment. The lights flicker a few times, before coming back on. The ref shakes his head, and signals for the bell, not knowing what else to do. Jethro and Matt walk towards Jeremy, and he climbs up onto the top turnbuckle in a ball, much like a cat on a chair. They drag him off, and hold him up, and we see his pant leg turn a different color before liquid begins dropping from the bottom. They drop him, and simply begin stomping away. Jeremy screams much like a little girl, and Jethro gives him a boot to the face to shut him up.

Jester Jay: I’m sure redneck hillbilly hick there knows a thing or two about shutting bitches up.

Linzi Martin: You better shut your mouth before Jethro decides to do it for you.

Gold begins foaming at the mouth; probably a side effect of that white streak coming from his nose, and Jethro decides to end it with the Plow. As for Engel – already on the top turnbuckle -he immediately crashes down on Gold with the Euthanasia. Jethro points as Matt gets on his knees, and puts his pinkie on Gold.

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Winners: Second 2 None.

Revenge of the Apostle II

We once more see our hero, this time standing in the parking lot with a churro in his teeth as if it were a cigar. He approached four teenagers and one who looked like he had an overactive pituitary gland . Figgy smiles wide at the group.

Figgy: Wanna make $1000?

And we fade…

Virgil Keenan versus Scott Nash Strader

The referee ref gives the cue for both men to meet in the middle. As they step to the middle of the ring, you can see the hight difference between the two men. Strader smiles and nails Keenan with a big time right hand. The crowd reacts with a pop as SNS starts to unload on the smaller Virgil. Keenan quickly drops down, causing SNS to miss a haymaker and nails a dropkick to the knee. Strader stumbles back as Keenan tries to get on the offense by firing punches and chops. He gets Scott to the ropes and goes for the flipping dropkick, but SNS uses both hands to send Virgil down to the mat.

Linzi Martin: Strader looking to get into shape to go up to the newest Rebel Pro talent Second 2 None.

Jester Jay: Wouldn’t you when your partner has one eye?

SNS picks up Keenan and whips him into the corner, Scott rushes in and drives his knee into the midsection of Virgil. Quickly lift Keenan up on the top turnbuckle. Scott fires a few shots at Virgil before joining him on the ropes. He hooks him up in a double arm underhook before leaping back and riving Virgil’s head into the mat. Over Rye Drive!!! Virgil shakes a little as SNS floats over for the pin.

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KICKOUT!!!

Virgil gets the arm up as SNS looks down with disgust. He picks Keenan and fires a few kicks to the stomach, before backing into the ropes. Strader comes off looking for the big boot to the side of the head, but Virgil dodges. SNS plants his foot and with blinding speed springs around for a clothesline. Keenan catches the arm and leaps up, nailing a picture perfect leaping armbreaker. Virgil backs up before leaping in the air and driving a knee into the back of SNS’ neck. Scott holds his neck as Virgil sits him up and quickly hooks in a Dragon Sleeper, leaning back trying to apply as much pressure as possible.

Linzi Martin: Keenan is showing he can keep up with AOWF veterans.

Jester Jay: You kidding? Virgin gives us Newfies a bad name, by.

Keenan stands up, still keeping the hold on. In one quick motion, Virgil drops SNS’ neck right on his knee, before letting him hit the mat. Virgil steps back and is measuring SNS up. Strader gets to his knees and out of nowhere Virgil nails a swinging neckbreaker. Strader’s neck bounces up off the mat as Keenan looks to stay on the attack. Keenan hits the ropes and comes off with a giant leg drop. Virgil follows through and hops up before hopping up on his feet. Virgil quickly hooks the leg.

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KICKOUT!!

SNS powers out, still showing signs of strength as Virgil rolls off of him. Keenan goes for a soccer kick, but SNS catches his legs and lifts him up over his shoulder. Virgil starts to fire his knees into the chest of Strader, trying to make him let go.

Jester Jay: Scott is looking pissed off, by.

Virgil finally nails a good elbow shot, right around the ears of SNS. Scott loosens his grip. Virgil with a knee to midsection, he steps back and sends another knee right to the temple of SNS. Not hitting hard enough to kill, but hitting hard enough for him to take Scott off his feet.

Linzi Martin: What a crushing shot to SNS!!!

SNS rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, trying to put space between him and Keenan. Keenan, not trying to waste a moment runs towards the ropes and leaps over with a cross body block. Scott at the last minute moves out of the way, causing Virgil to hit the floor. SNS shakes the cobwebs out of his head and leaps on the guardrailing, before twisting off, nailing Virgil with a huge elbow to the skull. SNS rolls Keenan back into the ring and slides in after him. Keenan is quickly back up to his feet and is coming off the ropes as SNS is up on one knee. Virgil jumps and seems to hang in the air for a moment before nailing SNS square in the face with a dropkick. SNS falls back into the seated position and before he can do anything, Virgil plants a boot straight into the jaw of SNS.

SNS doesn’t move for a moment so Virgil slaps SNS into a Dragon Sleeper.

Linzi Martin: And SNS is trying to fight out of the hold.

Keenan lifts up, looking to go for another knee neckbreaker. Somehow, SNS is able to fight and fight until he is able to reverse the hold into an inverted DDT. He lifts Keenan up for an inverted suplex and drapes him hard on the ring ropes. Virgil is just hanging there as Scott climbs the turnbuckle, SNS leaps from the top turnbuckle driving his elbow into the back of Virgil, causing him to flip into the ring. Strader pulls himself up, using the ropes and is waiting for Virgil to move. Strader wraps up Keenan while he still is on the ground, Scott hooks his feet under his arms and Keenan up, slamming down him down on the ground two to three times.

Linzi Martin: Cherry Whiskey Bomb and it looks like SNS wants to makes sure Keenan stays down this time.

Scott picks him up and Irish Whips him to the corner. Scott yanks Virgil in and lifts him up in a Gorilla Press Slam, but instead Virgil manages to slip out of it and hits SNS with the Burning Hammer.

Linzi Martin: THE BURNING HAMMER!!!

Jester Jay: Fuck the Newfie got this one, by.

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DING DING DING

Maya Kalis: And the winner of this match… and not my sexy ass grandfather… VIRGIN KEENAN!!!!!

The referee raises Virgil’s hand in the air and he points to the crowd and then to the Order of Chaos flags that flank the REBELTron, disgust behind the mask of his.

Linzi Martin: Virgil is back on a winning track.

Jester Jay: Ay that he is.

Virgil leaves the ring, making his way up the ramp. SNS is up in the ring and shakes it all off. It’s as Virgil gets to the top of the ramp he takes a step back. Simon Kalis steps forward, adjusting his trench coat before reaching into his breast pocket. Simon produces an envelope, the camera zooms in and it’s clearly marked “Dear Virgil Keenan”. He hands it to Keenan and pats him on the shoulder.

Linzi Martin: What’s all this about? Do you think Simon is giving Virgil an invite to The Order?

Virgil looks at the envelope and opens it up. It’s a single page, and the camera picks up on the big letters:

“FUCK YOU!”

Kalis walks towards the ring, grinning, Virgil just crumples up the letter and chucks it into the crowd before heading to the back.

Revenge of the Apostle III

The scene opens to reveal Scott Nash Strader standing in the parking lot with a clenched fist The camera pans over showing the chopper owned by SNS was compleltly upside down standing upon it’s handle bars. Sitting perfectly one the rear tire stood a bobble head in the likeness of figgy. SNS picks up the doll and crushes the head in his hand…

REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match

Wyn Mangum versus Jaice Wilds versus Mark McNasty©

As all three got into the ring, McNasty and Wilds fight each other. They exchange a quick succession of lefts and rights, before McNasty takes Wilds down with a well executed hip toss. He follows it up with a few swift kicks but Wyn gets McNasty with a russian leg sweep. Wyn and Wilds lock up now. They get no where struggling with each other, then push each other away and back up from each other and then both charge forward. Wilds grabs onto Wyn by her shoulders and leapfrogs over her grabbing onto the back of her head and dropping her down with a reverse neckbreaker. Wyn is up immediately to her surprise and lands a devastating superkick to the Wilds sending him bouncing on the canvas. McNasty quickly grabs Wyn and whips her into the corner. She stumbles forward and then gets hit with spinning mule kick from the Aggression Champion. Wilds is up, and he runs up, jumps on the turnbuckle and then cross body splashes onto both Wyn and McNasty. He covers them both!

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Wilds is back up quickly. Out of nowhere he lands an asai moonsault on McNasty and Wyn but Wyn is quick to recover and she jumps to her feet. He goes to clotheseline Wyn, but she ducks and kicks out his knees from under him. She grabs him by the hair and slams him to the canvas. Wyn goes to the top rope and hits a flying elbow drop on Jaice Wilds!

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BREAK! McNasty rips Wyn off and lifts her up. But Wyn cracks McNasty with an elbow and follows it up with a Rude Awakening style neckbreaker! Wilds is up and dropkicks her in the back of the head. Wilds goes up top quickly to capitalize, AERIAL ACE ON MARK MCNASTY! He’s up and points to a fan at ringside who has a “Fuck You, Kyle!” sign and gives him a thumbs up as he covers.

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NO!!!! Wyn breaks the count just in time and saves the match.

Jaice pushes Wyn off of him and they’re both to their feet. Wilds bounces off the ropes and goes for a drop kick but Wyn dodges it. Wyn lifts Jaice up and then puts him in a tree of woe as McNasty crawls away from them Wyn then lifts Jaice up- BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE! The crowd is on their feet! Wyn covers!

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3!!! NO! That no good son of a bitch Mark McNasty breaks up the count!

McNasty grabs hold of Wyn, using his strength and power to overtake her he hits the SAULT SLAM!

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DING DING DING

Maya Kalis: The winner of this match and STILL REBEL Pro Aggression Champion!!! MARK McNASTY!!!!

Maya hands Mark the belt and grabs his dick for good measure, winking before skipping off. Jaice slams his fist on the canvas as Wyn comes back from her dazed state. McNasty hoists the Aggression title high as we fade…

QUICK RESULTS

Second 2 None defeats Golden Inferno
Virgil Keenan defeats Scott Nash Strader
McNasty defeats Wyn Mangum and Jaice Wilds to retain the Aggression title.

Congratulations!

REBEL Pro would like to officially congratulate RXW’s Allen Chaney for his incredible upset victory at last weeks PWA Sunday Night Rampage. For the mans hard work and determination, we salute you sir! Congratulations on your well earned and deserved victory!