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*****The Invitational*****

Fireworks pop off all across the arena as the crowd jumps to their feet! Flashes of all the great stars here in RPW flash over the REBELTron. Lisa Seldon holding the REBEL Pro World, Tag Team and AoWF World Titles all at once as she stands dominant over the field. Justin Case watching in the distance, plotting his move to recapture the gold. Vincent Black and Bubba J searching, drinking and searching for Hostile who seems lost to the world. Flash fires start and begin scorching the whole field as Legion steps into view standing before the backdrop of the Church of Misery, his priests around him as the fire spreads to all four corners of the field. Bobby Lee waving at the camera holding his “title” and Violet Harper arguing with police as…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

More fireworks explode and the camera pans the sold out crowd.

Mikey Massacre: I’m Mikey Massacre, alongside Linzi Martin. Welcome to another edition of REBEL Pro Aggression!

Linzi Martin: There’s a jam packed show tonight as we march one step closer to Armed Assault!

“Nights in White Satin” by Moody Blues hits over the speakers as the crowd jump to their feet, the Order of Chaos skull emblem burning into the REBELTron.

Mikey Massacre: Oh, great. Him.

Linzi Martin: YAY! IT’S SIMON!

Simon Kalis steps out to an uproar of cheers and adulation from the crowd, adjusting the collar to his black Armani suit as he smiles and waves to the throngs of cheering fans.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen! It is my honour to introduce to you, the minority owner of REBEL Pro…. SIMON KALIS!

Kalis makes his way down to the ring before sliding in under the bottom rope and grabbing a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

Simon Kalis: I’m out here to address a few things, you could say, of noteworthy concern. First of all, fuck you Justin Case.

The crowd “OHHHHHHS” in response.

Simon Kalis: You little prick, you think you can make up accusations about me and I won’t notice? I’m not sure you realize this, but I’m not as nice a guy as Larry Gordon. I’ve already got the Extreme Elite running around trying to sabotage me at every corner because of how they view me. But they’re just drunk bastards, what’s your excuse Case? I mean I’m sorry if your little plot to have one of my superstars deported backfired. But don’t worry, you’ll get yours soon enough pal.

Kalis clears his throat, before pointing to the backstage area.

Simon Kalis: Speaking of the Extreme Elite. I heard what you had to say Bubba, about Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender. How you can bring the blood back to REBEL Pro and beat them. Well, you know what Bubba? Fuck you and your little buddy Vincent Black too. Cause at Armed Assault next week? It’ll be Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender… versus Hardcore Entertainment!

Linzi Martin: Whoa!

Mikey Massacre: Ballsy move.

Kalis shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: That’s not all. This match will decide the number one contenders to the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles!

The crowd erupts into cheers once more.

Simon Kalis: No, no that’s not all. You wanna bring blood Bubba? Well then you can, inside of a barbed wire cage match!

Mikey Massacre: Whoa now, that’s something.

Linzi Martin: *swoons* ….

Simon Kalis: WHAT?! You think I’m fucking done?! Cause if we’re talking about the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, we can’t forget Lisa Seldon!

The crowd cheers for their Champion of EVERYTHING!

Simon Kalis: She has been an unstoppable, undefeatable force since coming to REBEL Pro. This bitch is fucking nuts, trust me, I know. So who can possibly be worthy of facing her at Armed Assault? Who has even a chance of taking the title from her? Legion?!

Simon smirks as the crowd boos.

Simon Kalis: Violet Harper?!

The crowd has a mixed reaction to Violet’s name.

Simon Kalis: How about Bobby Lee?!

The crowd cheers loudly and Simon laughs.

Simon Kalis: Well here’s the thing. Next week, at Armed Assault? Lisa Seldon will defend the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship in the main event…

Simon pauses for dramatic flare.

Simon Kalis: In an open invitational for the entire REBEL Pro roster, a Bring Your Own Weapon match!

Linzi Martin: OH MY GOD!

Mikey Massacre: What a slick son of a bitch!

The crowd goes nuts as Kalis tries to motion them to calm down.

Simon Kalis: Don’t think that this is just a massive handicap match against Lisa, though. The more people who enter, the more people you will have to fend off to get the biggest prize. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t pass it up.

Kalis drops the mic as “Nights in White Satin” hits again and Simon makes his way out of the ring and backstage…

*****Golden Inferno versus Gabe Shelley & Alexia Fender*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following is a tag team match!

“Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits as Jeremy Gold reluctantly steps out with a wild looking Inferno at his side.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first! The team of Inferno and Jeremy Gold… GOLDEN INFERNO!

Inferno leaps from the ground, over the apron and over the top rope and into the ring as wild and nutty as ever. Gold wipes the tears from his eyes as he slides in under the bottom rope, checking his red and white Adidas track suit for signs he really is awake and not dreaming. “In Fate’s Hands” hits and the crowd goes nuts as Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender.

Jenny Jersey: Their opponents! Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender!!!

Gold sees them approach the ring and clutches his chest, his veins in his neck pop and he collapses to the canvas. Inferno kneels down and begins sniffing Gold all over as Gabe and Alexia enter the ring, looking on perplexed.

DING DING DING

Alexia and Gabe double clothesline Inferno to the canvas. He’s up to his feet immediately and begins swinging wildly at both Gabe and Alexia who easily duck and dodge his attacks. Inferno swings wildly, twisting his whole body and Alexia Fender merely puts her foot out, tripping Inferno and sending him to the canvas. She stomps down on his throat as Gabe kicks him a few times in the ribs.

Mikey Massacre: Beautiful double teaming going on here.

Linzi Martin: Oh Mikey, get your mind out of the gutter.

Mikey Massacre: Wait, what? You’re always making insinuations Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Come on, no one even knows what that word means Mikey.

Gabe lifts Inferno up by the neck and whips him into the corner turnbuckle as Gold rolls out of the ring. Inferno jumps up and throws himself out of the ring too and goes under the ring. Gold hides alongside the ring apron and Gabe and Alexia seem to be discussing how badly they should hurt these two idiots. Inferno rises from under the ring back outside to the apron with a big lighter fluid canister and pours it all over himself. Gabe and Alexia stand back as Inferno climbs to the top rope and then sets himself on fire. The crowd goes nuts as Inferno screams and does a huge body splash while on fire at Gabe and Alexia, but Inferno misses and just hits his face on the canvas.

Mikey Massacre: Does this guy ever need help.

Linzi Martin: Don’t worry! Gold to the rescue!

Gold grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Inferno is rolling around on fire, but happy about it. Gold begins to pant, wheeze and tears form in his eyes as Gabe motions him to bring it. Gold closes his eyes and screams, just as Inferno puts himself out and gets to his feet. Jeremy, with his eyes closed, begins swinging wildly!

Mikey Massacre: So much for the rescue.

Linzi Martin: GOLD YOU IDIOT!!!!

Gold cracks the chair over Inferno’s smoking face and takes Inferno down to the canvas. Gold screams, crying and swearing as he continually smashes the chair on Inferno. Finally Gold drops the chair, panting and crying and opens his eyes. Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender shake their head as they look at him, Gold looks down and sees he’s laid out Inferno! The moron! Alexia rushes forward, COUNTRY SKY ON GOLD ONTO THE CHAIR!!! She covers, and Gabe kicks Inferno in the face to see if he’s still alive.

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match… GABE SHELLEY AND ALEXIA FENDER!!!

Gabe and Alexia scoff at Gold as he begins crying for his mother and dry humping Inferno in the ring.

Mikey Massacre: So this is what it’s come to? Look at these idiots. Gold has no place in a ring.

Linzi Martin: Even if they were trying, I don’t really think they’d have done much to both Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender. Gabe and Alexia don’t have a scratch on them!

*****Drunken Shenanigans! REDUX!*****

Two masked men step into the hallway, one much larger and the other a shorter one(obviously Bubba J and Vincent Black again).

Smaller Man: “Why do I get this mask? Dutch Dan threw up in it.”

The larger man chuckles.

LM: “That’s why you get it.”

SM: Asshole.”

LM: “But you get to do the fun part here.”

The smaller man rubs his stomach.

SM: “Yeah, but those five double cheesy beef burritos?”

The larger man chuckles.

LM: “Don’t forget thecouple of tacos too.”

The smaller man nods.

LM: “Here we go.”

The door reads “Jeremy Gold” on the door. The smaller masked man slowly opens the door and notices no one in side.

LM: “I’ll be look out, hurry up.”

SM: “You can’t rush these things Vin…”

LM: “Justin Case you didn’t know?”

SM: “Yeah.”

The smaller man walks into the office, the larger man slowly closing the door. Jeremy Gold walks out of his bathroom and is surprised, but just as much as the smaller masked man is. Jeremy screams bloody murder but its quickly cut off as he’s Trailer Park Trashed… I mean stunned by a stunner. The door opens up and the larger masked man is there.

LM: “What in the hell?”

The smaller man laughs.

SM: “We’ve gotten an added bonus. Now in case you don’t want to see what is fixing to happen…”

LM: “Its the smell I don’t want.”

The larger man dives out of the door, nearly taking it off its hinges in his haste to get out of the office. The smaller man drops his pants, thankfully behind the desk where we can’t see all of his tools. A grunt is heard as his face reddens and he reaches up to find Simon Kalis’ paycheck on the desk and uses it to wipe his ass. He replaces the check on the desk, all brown and obviously stinking to all get out. A zipper is heard and the smaller masked man walks around the desk. Opening the door, he walks out.

LM: “Did you… oh my gawd, that is awful!”

He starts gagging and the smaller man laughs.

SM: “For Hostile!”

LM: “For…*gag* Hos*gag*tile*gag*”

The scene fades away.

*****Bubba J versus Justin Case*****

“Kick It In The Sticks” hits up in the speakers as from the back, to a somewhat mixed reaction and carrying a beer, is The Ragin’ Redneck himself, Bubba J. J is also carrying a staple gun and a spool of barbed wire in his left hand.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six foot two inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

J steps into the ring after hiding his weapons under the ring and is waiting on Justin Case to enter now.

“Victory” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a booing reaction is “The Millennium Game” Justin Case. Case listens to the crowd, but glowers up at Bubba J in the ring, finishing off a beer and waiting for him to get into the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… “The Millennium Game” Justin Case!

Case steps into the ring and continues staring at Bubba J.

DING DING

Bubba J with a vicious right fist starts off this match knocking Justin Case back towards the ropes. Justin fires back with a right of his own, but is unable to stand toe to toe with Bubba J as he kicks him right in the gut. J goes for the Trailer Park Trash early, but Case spins away from the finisher nailing J in the kidneys with a fist sending J down to one knee.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J still has it, thanks to a couple of weeks’ rest.

Mikey Massacre: Don’t know if he ever really had it, but no one can deny his toughness.

Case off the ropes with a bulldog, but J falls down allowing Justin to pass over him without completing the bulldog. J is up and off the ropes with a running knee into Case’s midsection that doubles him over. J pounds him in the face with a fist standing him up in the corner. J with stomp after stomp on Case in the corner, wearing his midsection out in good fashion. J grabs a headlock, running out of the corner with a bulldog that takes Case to center ring. J begins to taunt his opponent.

Bubba J: “That is how you do a bulldog you Millennium piece of shit!”

J brings down a boot onto the back of Case’s neck before stomping the crap out of him. J climbs out of the ring and goes under the ring, pulling out his spool of barbed wire and tossing it back into the ring along with his staple gun and a steel chair. J climbs back into the ring as the crowd actually cheers one of the formerly most hated men in Rebel Pro.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J getting cheered has him confused.

Mikey Massacre: He hasn’t always been cheered. Maybe the first week or two he was here in the beginning of his career and that was it until now.

Linzi Martin: So, he’s a bastard?

Mikey Massacre: Pretty much.

Justin with a double fist club nails J right between his legs before lifting him up and dropping him with a German suplex. Case holds on, rollling over and nailing a second German, then a third, before going for a fourth and holding it for a pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Thr–

J gets a shoulder up, but Case is on top of him throwing elbows into J’s face that rock his head from left to right. Justin pulls J up, whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a hiptoss to the canvas. Case is off the ropes jumping up and coming down with a knee drop onto J’s chest that has him gasping for breath.

Case: “I don’t need hardcore!”

But he does need a cup as J nails him right in the balls with a fist! No, J has ahold of his balls, squeezing them for all he is worth and Case slowly folds down to his knees where J nails him right in the face.

Linzi Martin: A bit unorthadox.

Mikey Massacre: Bubba J is anything but orthadox.

J spits in his face before bouncing off the ropes with the chair in hand and swinging for the fences. J connects solidly sending a bit of blood flying from a slice on Case’s face.

Bubba J: “Nope, but you do need a maxi pad you bleeding bitch!”

J spins around, connecting with air as Case dives forward headbutting J right in the midsection. J folds over and Case is there with a swinging neckbreaker, but is unable to make a cover. The referee watches this as Case slowly pulls himself up to a vertical base and grabs J by the back of his neck.

Case: “You want to have blood?”

He drags J’s face across the barbed wire ropes, tearing flesh from J’s face as blood drips from the wounds on both their faces.

Case: “Then you got blood.”

Case whips J into the ropes, quickly following after him and nailing him with a knee to the midsection that doubles J over against the ropes. Case drags J across the ropes on this side, ripping flesh from his back before locking him in position for a Northern Lights suplex. Case lifts him up, but J spins around, connecting with a DDT onto the chair instead. J rolls over after a moment and wipes the blood from his eyes and seems to be really pissed. J grabs the staple gun, sending several staples into Justin’s flesh, causing him to grunt in pain with each cachunk.

Linzi Martin: He’s saddistic!

Mikey Massacre: That’s Bubba J for ya.

J pulls him up, sending a couple of staples into Case’s cheek before Case drops him with a DDT onto the staple gun that Bubba J drops in surprise. Case pulls himself up, thanks to the ropes, and stomps down on J’s skull before lifting him up and whipping him into the corner. Justin comes flying in with a crossbody, connecting and catching J as he falls out of the corner. Justin lifts him up for a vertical suplex but drops him when Legion steps from the back holding several loops of a chain in his fist. Bubba J rolls up Case from behind with a pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Bubba J!

Legion continues walking down to the ring, holding a long chain in his fist. Case gets up as Bubba J gives Legion a glancing look. J shrugs before spinning Case around and nailing him with the Trailer Park Trash and leaving him there. J walks past Legion who only has eyes for Case right now. Legion steps into the ring, unlooping the chain and wrapping one end of it around Case’s neck, making a noose.

Linzi Martin: Come on, he’s just gotten through with a hellacioius match… he’s making a noose!

Mikey Massacre: Apparently he’s fixing to hang Justin Case.

Linzi Martin: What are you going to do about it?

Mikey Massacre: Sit right here and call the action.

Legion throws the chain over a rafter before lifting Case up, by pulling down on one end of the chain, and raising Case up until his toes are about an inch off the ring’s surface.

*****Going Wild*****

Justin starts to his feet, somewhat exhausted. He turns to the entrance ramp, where Jeremy Gold stands. He shakes his head, holding a mic to his face. Legion steps back and observes.

Jeremy Gold: What you did last week, Justin… having one of our top talents deported JUST so you could win a match… that was disgusting. What’s WORSE is that then you walk around this week claiming there’s a conspiracy against you, and the fact you lose matches doesn’t boil down to the fact you might not be good enough to win. Frankly, I’d kick you out of REBEL if it weren’t for the fact that you might beat the hell out of me later for it.

Justin laughs, nodding as he takes in the moment.

Jeremy Gold: However, that said, Justin. I received news earlier today that Jaice Wilds’ citizenship test came back.

Justin grins, mouthing “deported!”.

Jeremy Gold: There’s some saddening news. His work visa is no longer valid.

Justin smiles wide, slapping his leg. He doesn’t notice as someone jumps the crowd barrier, turning Hugh Aredone around and kicking him in the face with a barbed-wire wrapped foot. Hugh drops, and the intruder slides into the ring behind Case.

Jeremy Gold: As it turns out, Mr. Jaice Wilds is now OFFICIALLY a naturalized citizen of these United States of America!

The crowd roars as Justin’s mouth drops in disbelief. He throws his arms up, beginning to turn.

Jeremy Gold: Oh, and by the way, after what you pulled last week, I’m going to make sure you learn some respect. Because next week, you’re going to face Jaice Wilds again. Only this time, you won’t be alone.

Justin is furious, running to the ropes. Jeremy’s eyes widen, and he runs backstage. Justin shouts obscenities at the entrance ramp, then turns to Hugh… SUPERKICK TO THE CHIN!!

Linzi Martin: GET HIM, JAICE!

Mikey Massacre: Oh, god…

Jaice lays into Justin with kicks and punches, then heads to the top turnbuckle. Justin gains his senses just enough to roll out of the ring, holding his head. He backs up the entrance ramp, yelling at Jaice.

Linzi Martin: Oh, come on! You’re a pansy, Justin!

Mikey Massacre: What the hell is that…

Justin continues backing up, until he bumps into something… he turns around, coming face-to-face with Legion! Did everyone forget he was still there?! Justin begins to hightail it back to the ring, stopping just shy of the apron. Jaice looks down, a dark grin. Justin looks back and forth between Legion and Jaice, trying to figure a way out.

Mikey Massacre: He’s trapped! Justin Case is trapped!

Justin takes a deep breath… then charges into the crowd! Legion runs to the barrier, climbing over it and taking chase after Justin. Jaice grins, laughing as “Animals” hits the speakers, the crowd roaring for the Xtreme Aerialist. At that moment, Violet Harper comes charging out from the back, nailing Wilds in the back of the head with the Aggression Championship. Jaice falls, holding his head as he tries to figure out what the hell just hit him. Violet throws a kick into the side of Wilds’ head, knocking the Xtremeist to the ground. At this point, Justin flies back over the guard rails, landing on Wilds, then gets up and charges back to the ring. Legion climbs over the barrier, noticing Violet pounding Jaice. He sees the Aggression Title and immediately plants a boot to the face of Harper. At that moment, Jeremy Gold re-enters the scene… on the big screen, cause he doesn’t want anyone to see him wet himself.

Jeremy Gold: You know what? I just had a brilliant idea. I’m killing two- or more- birds with one stone. Next week, at Armed Assault, we’re settling all the scores. Justin, Legion, you two will end this little feud of yours. Jaice, I’m giving you your Aggression Championship shot. And Violet, you get to prove all the critics wrong.

All four stare at the screen, wondering what Jeremy is pondering. One can see the trickle of “excitement” running down his pants, as he smiles and continues.

Jeremy Gold: At Armed Assault, it will be Justin Case! Versus Legion! Versus Jaice Wilds! Versus reigning Aggression Champion Violet Harper, in a four-way Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match! And it WILL be for the title!!

Jeremy laughs, turning his back to the camera… and falling through the backdrop he forgot he had. He stands, brushing off his suit and turns, walking off-camera. The four individuals look around at each other, glaring.

Linzi Martin: WHOA! What a match for Armed Assault! Four of our top competitors, locking horns in a match for the Aggression Title!

Mikey Massacre: Damn. I mean, who the hell is going to be able to pull this one off?

Linzi Martin: How the fuck should I know?

*****Vincent Black versus Legion*****

Black stares down Legion now in the middle of the ring as both men look each other in the eye. Black looks down at Legion menacingly, a confident smirk on his face as…

DING DING DING

Black immediately grabs Legion by the throat and tightens his grip around Legion’s Adams apple. Black lifts Legion off his feet, the crowd gasps in shock but Legion fights back sending out a few elbows into Black’s face. Black still has his grip over Legions throat, choking him as he stares down into Legions eyes. Legion kicks Black in the gut once, then a second time, then a third time until finally Vincent lets go of his hold. Legion with a snap clothesline sends Black to the canvas hard, the ring shaking from the impact.

Mikey Massacre: This is a battle of giants, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Ohhhh Legion’s not thaaaat big. He’s just creepy is all! ^_^

Black rolls out of the way of a leg drop and right to the outside of the ring. A fan tosses Vincent a beer bottle and as Legion leans over the ropes to grab Black by his hair, Black cracks this beer bottle over Legions masked face. Legion takes a step back, still in the ring and adjusts his mask as Vincent searches under the ring for some weaponry. Legion begins doing the unthinkable, by climbing the turnbuckles to the top rope. The cameras flash heavily, almost blinding through the arena as Vincent finally stands up from underneath the ring. As Black turns around Legion FLIES off the top rope with a double axe handle smash! Black however swings with a baseball bat at the same time and both men connect simultaneously. Legion spins around and falls over onto the ring apron as Black falls to his knees holding onto the barricade between the fans and the rings. Legion quickly pulls himself together and begins stomping down on Vincent Black who tries blocking the flurry of fists as Legion goes all out brawl on a motherfucker.

Linzi Martin: See? Totally creepy, and mean! At least Vincent knows how to have a good time.

Mikey Massacre: Linzi, just shut up.

Black pushes back, cracking Legion with a European uppercut before grabbing him by the neck. This time Black is successful, chokeslamming Legion to the ground outside of the ring. Black reaches under the ring and slides out two tables setting them up. Legion is getting to his feet and grabs Black from behind and takes him down with a spinning neck breaker! Black is back up and Legion puts up a big boot right into his face as he charges him. Black is not going down easily and as Legion comes at him again, Black grabs a hold of Legion and hit’s a high angle spine buster through one of the tables! Black lifts Legion and throws him back into the ring.

Mikey Massacre: Could this be it for Legion?! Case got lucky, but Black may actually put Legion down and out.

Linzi Martin: Yes! That Church of Misery is so… Miserable!

Mikey Massacre: Oh how clever.

Linzi Martin: Thanks! ^_^

Legions priests watch on carefully, circling the ring as their prophet is pinned.

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Black grumbles as one of Legions priests on the outside sets the other table on fire!!! Black gets up and starts cussing the priests out, giving Legion ample time to get to his feet. Legion grabs Black from behind and spins him around, kicking him in the gut and then lifting him in the air… LEGION WITH ENTER BLACKNESS OVER THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!! The crowd goes NUTS as Legion climbs out of the ring and quickly grabs Black up out of the flaming wreckage and throws him into the ring.

Mikey Massacre: That was insane. Picture perfect!

Linzi Martin: I think Legion, out of no where, just decimated Vincent Black and… Whoa, whoa WHOA! WAIT A SECOND!

From the crowd, “The Millennium Game” Justin Case appears! He has a kendo stick and hops over the barricade and leaps into the ring! Legion is caught off guard as Case unleashes a fury of an attack with the kendo stick, smacking Legion around the face multiple times. Vincent Black rolls away to catch his breath as Justin Case screams and yells at the top of his lungs, a mad man fucking possessed as he goes at Legion. Legions priests, all four of them, slide into the ring. One by one, Justin Case FUCKS them up and whacks them like flies out of the ring. They all go flying out, and Legion grabs Justin Case by the neck now and begins crushing his throat. Case spits in Legions face and cracks the kendo stick into Legions gut.

Mikey Massacre: Legion better watch out, Vincent Black is recovering…

Linzi Martin: I don’t think I’ve EVER seen Justin Case so angry and forceful. Kinda hot, really. Wooo!!!

Justin Case kicks Legion square in the balls and backs off, seeing Black behind him. Case laughs at Legion who gets quickly turned around and hit with the Keg Tap! Vincent Black quickly covers!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… VINCENT BLACK!!!!

Case is loving it as he hops over the top rope and makes his escape through the crowd. Vincent Black looks down at Legion, shaking his head.

Mikey Massacre: Legion got screwed, but I don’t think anyone will care for him.

Linzi Martin: What an explosive finish! And we’re at Armed Assault next week! We’re out of time folks! For Mikey, this is Linzi! GOOD NIGHT and see you NEXT WEEK!

The camera shows Black nodding approvingly as he makes his way up the entrance ramp, Legion is already back on his feet and shaking his head. We see Justin Case with a spotlight in the crowd, smiling and laughing. He has a microphone.

Justin Case: Justin Case you didn’t know… I RULE THIS FUCKING SHOW!

Fade to black…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****
Gabe Shelley & Alexia Fender defeat Golden Inferno
Bubba J defeats Justin Case
Vincent Black defeats Legion