Raise In Everything!

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers, causing the crowd to boo heavily because they can no longer stand Larry Gordon. They forget all of the Rebel Pro action that he has brought them, the good times, the great times, the national coverage, the World coverage… they just remember the bad things. Either way, Larry Gordon doesn’t care as he steps into the ring and pulls a mic from his pocket.

“Shut the hell up, I’m still the majority owner and I’ve got something to say.”

He seems to be in great health, thanks to Simon Kalis’ money and care.

“Simon can bring letigation, he can bring lawyers, he can bring lawsuits, he can claim loopholes, he can do all that he wants to do…”

Larry smirks.

“But I’m still one percent better than him… on paper. I’m still the majority owner and there is not a damn thing he can do about it.”

He laughs, the fans boo.

“But seeing as that is, seeing as I’m still majority Rebel Pro owner… I’m suffered with a lawsuit.”

The fans cheer, Larry nods.

“Figured that you’d all like that. Oh no, Simon wants to act like he’s Mr. Big and Bad, but let a lawsuit come and… its give it to Larry, he’s still majority owner.”

The crowd laughs, Larry nods.

“True, very true. And that is why after Bubba J, idiot and stupid ass that he is… when he drove through the crowd at Prove Your Worth… he injured a fan by running over him with a truck. The other fans were not hurt terribly bad and know it is part of a Rebel Pro show… possibly. But this other fan, with several hundred thousand in medical bills, is suing Rebel Pro.. and your’s truly, for compensation.”

The fans laugh, because this is all coming out of Larry’s pocket.

“Which means a raise in prices, a raise in food prices, a raise in merchandise prices, and a rise in pay per view costs.”

The fans boo heavily, beginning to throw trash at Larry Gordon.

“Unless the man responsible for this action.. will either come up with the money… or… is fired.”

The fans boo, they love Bubba J.

“I don’t hate to do it, because he ruined a ring that we’ve used at Prove Your Worth since its inception several years ago, but he’s injured a fan and could have killed many more. So with that said… in order to save money, in order to help this fan out, in order to be able to pay the lawsuit…”

He looks backstage.

“Bubba J…. you… are… fired!”

The fans can’t help it, all kinds of trash comes flying into the ring… nachos, drinks, glass bottles, a dirty diaper, a “I Hate Gordon” poster, a piece of shit(literally), but Gordon steps out of the ring laughing and smiling.

Wyn Mangum versus Bobby Lee

Bobby Lee and Wyn Mangum were in the ring and locked up, Bobby Lee getting the advantage with a drop toe hold, quickly floating over with a side headlock. Bobby Lee squeezes Wyn’s head until she had to fight to her feet, pushing Lee off the topes and catching him with an arm drag on the rebound. Wyn hit the ropes and came back with a low drop kick on Bobby, knocking him out of the ring. Wyn got out of the ring and hoped down, picking up Bobby and slamming his head against the mat. Lee caught Wyn with an elbow to the head, Wyn pushing him backwards into the steel steps. Mangum picked Lee up, but was hit from behind with a wooden plank!

The camera zooms out and we see the Harlequin, who had come from underneath the ring carrying a piece of wood. He swung it down again, against Wyn’s head. Bobby looked confused and rolled into the ring to avoid the assault. A third time, this time against her ribs the wooden plank made contact with Mangum. Harlequin picked up Wyn and rolled her into the ring. Lee took advantage and rushed over, jumping in the air and flailing his arms and legs at Wyn, his Psycho Paraphenalia connecting enough to knock Mangum down on the mat. Bobby pinned her and got the 1 2 3!

Winner: Bobby Lee

Harlequin slid in the ring now, the piece of wood still in his hand. Bobby, having won the match, rolled out of harms way as Harlequin starts bringing the wood down on Wyn again and again, the crowd booing as he does so. After what seems like a dozen times, Harlequin holds the wood high in the air, a sinister laugh can be heard. The clown then exists the ring and rolls under it as Rebel doctors come down to check on Wyn.

Revenge of the Apostle IV: Operation Poutine Plunder

Once more our hero boldly treds upon the halls in which he has been restricted from.What? Of course he bought a ticket but he’s boldly walking the halls where fans can’t go. Don’t argue with me , dick. I’m narrating this shit. Anyway, the captain of conspiracy is walking about the bowels of the backstage area like a fucking boss. That is when he beholds a most curious sight a Michelin starred chef rushing through the halls with a silver platter. To answer his curiosity Figgy decides to do so in the most effective way possible, be annoying. He stands in the middle of the halway, blocking th path of the petite man in a toque.

Chef: “Get out of my way you imbecile! This poutine must be delivered while it is still fresh. I can not be late, Monsieur Kalis will be cross”

Figgy grinned wide at the hearing of the intended patron, wheels in his head began to turn. Much like how the wheels of SNS’ motorcycle used to. Oh snap! He cleared his throat an dipped his head to the short frenchy dude.

Figgy: “Oh, I do so apologize. It seems you haven’t gotten the memo. I am supposed to pick it up for him he’s running a bit late.”

The short fuck eyed him suspiciously cause he is a cynical french bastard. But seeing as he already been paid he didn’t really care. Figgy takes the platter from the french man and heads in the opposite direction. Figgy could not idly stand let Kalis dine on specially catered food while he was stuck eating two dollar nachos. It would have been a great injustice upon the world. But since stealing food was small he contemplated his next step while munching on fries.

Figgy:”Operation poutine plunder successfull”

He chuckles at his lame ass musing while we fade to Purple. Seriously? Why is it always black?

Hail To The GM

The Rebel-Tron lights up to the General Managers office. Tamika Nash Strader is sitting not in her chair, but across from the boss chair. We can’t see who’s in that spot. Tamika leans back and speaks.

Tamika: So, you sure you want this job, dad?

The crowd pops as they see Scott Nash Strader sitting in the boss’s chair. Scott puts his feet up on the desk and smiles.

Scott: Oh I think I can handle it. There are a few people on the roster… that truly interest me. Three in particular.

Tamika: Remember, try and be fair would ya? I don’t want to take back over for you.

Scott waves it off.

Scott: generic cialis I’ll be fine. You just go worry about your ring career in Victory Wrestling. I got this one.

Tamika: If you are sure…

Scott: Trust me!

Linzi Martin: Again, a new General Manager!

Jester J: A guy that lost to that masked loser, Virgin? Wonderful, by!

“Five Minutes Alone” Hits the sound system and the arena comes to their feet for the big man Scott Nash Strader. Scott struts out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand, and stands at the top of the ramp. His music lowers and he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Scott: Matthew Stone. It’s been brought to my attention that you have cashed in your number one contender trophy for a shot at Anna Mathews world title…

Scott lowers the mic and looks around before bringing it back up to his lips with a question.

Scott: What the fuck took you so long? Scared of a little girl? A little girl that crushes her opponents and makes guys like you look like trash. Of course, that’s not hard. Meghan and Tamika have done it, twice. But that’s all in the past, isn’t it? You are RxW World Champion, King of — oh wait, that’s not right, — and now you want the Rebel Pro World title…

Scott stops and listens to the crowd boo Matt Stone.

Scott: Well, you earned the shot, so next week… you will face the Dodo Queen for her Rebel Pro World title.

This makes the fans boo louder.

Scott: While you have this shot Stone… I want to make one thing clear… anyone interferes in the match? You lose your job, your tag team title, and well, you will cost that fat slut Emily Corlen her tag team title and her job. Let me make this absolutely crystal fucking clear for everyone… You decide to stick your nose in this match? You are fired. Plain and simple.

This information has the fans cheering.

Scott: So enjoy your FAIR and EVEN match-up with Anna Mathews. Remember Stone, I’m fucking serious. You in any way try and fuck Anna Mathews out of her title without truly earning it? Kiss your Rebel-Pro career bye.

‘5 Minutes Alone’ starts back over the counter viagra up as the fans cheer on the new General Manager.

The Harlequin versus Jaice Wilds

Jaice was able to take three steps down the ramp before he was blindsided by the Harlequin, attacking him behind with a piece of lumber! Harlequin was able to knock Jaice down and bring the wood down on his torso a few times, the crowd booing. Harlequin picked him up and rammed his head into the barricade separating the crowd and the competitors. Harlequin picked up the wood again and went to ram in into Wilds’ stomach, but the RPW competitor caught the wood and gave the clown a ick in the stomach, ripping the wood out of his hands. Jaice then brought the lumber down upon Harlequin’s head and dropped the man. Jaice held up the wood as the crowd cheered. He then brought it down across Harlequin’s knee. The clown screamed out in pain as Wilds picked him up and started walking hi down the ramp, tossing him in the ring.

Ding Ding

The crowd was getting into it now as Jaice and Harlequin were to their feet. Jaice caught the clown in the gut with a toe kick and dropped him straight down on his head with a ddt. Jaice shot the half and got a two count. Jaice grabbed his green hair and brought him to his feet, going to send him into the ropes, but Harlequin counters and send Jaice at the ropes who does a quick hand stand, bouncing off the ropes, getting back to his feet and hitting the clown in the face with his elbow. Jaice went for the cover and got a second 2 count. Jaice got another hold of the green hair and picked up Harlequin, but was stopped with a rake to the eyes. Harlequin picked him up and dropped him straight on his head. The brain buster was enough for Harlequin to get a 2 count, but not a three.

Harlequin and Jaice started getting back up to their feet at the same time, Harlequin throwing the first punch, Jaice throwing the second and they went back and forth on it for a bit, the crowd cheering Jaice and booing Harlequin. Harlequin was getting the advantage and Jaice was backing down. HQ picked up the wooden log and swung it at Jaice, but he was able to duck out of the way and swept Harlequin’s legs out.

Jaice tried to grab the wood, but the Harlequin leapt off the mat and hit him below the belt. Jaice doubled over and the clown grabbed his head, driving it straight into the piece of wood! With Pie in his Eye, Harlequin was able to roll over Wilds and hook his leg, getting the 1 2 3.

Winner: The Harlequin

Revenge of the Apostle V

Our Hero continues his trek through the halls, silver platter still resting in his hands as he begins to ponder why exactly he is carrying the thing around.Maybe he’d have something awesome to put init? Not likely. Melt it down and make it into silver bullets? Nah werewolves are bitches. Maybe hock it? We have a mothafuckin winner! While he wanders down the falls with his fuckin boss like swagger he runs into a very familar rac- er face. The familiar rack…I mean face belongs to that of Maya Kalis.

Maya: You’re a fucking moron. Are you trying to piss my old man off?

Our hero takes on a look of outrage! How dare she speak such slander.

Figgy: I am shocked that you would say such a thing. I wouldn’t dream of angering your father! I’m just stealing his food. Ok..maybe I was trying to piss him off a little bit. Damn it you try to resist a little french dwarf waving a silver platter around.

Maya places her hands upon her hips, rolling her eyes. Obviously calling the bluff of the Figeffect she bore little patience for his antics. But Figgy fails to notice or give a rats ass while he munches once more upon the dish.

Maya: You’re putting yourself in a life threatening situation.

Figgy: Don’t call it a threat, I’ll enjoy it more than anything else.

And the stare down begins. One daring the other to make a move. But for some reason a winde grin spread across his awesome features.

Figgy: I do have something to possibly keep me busy

Before Maya could ask what he leads her by the hand off camera.

Carrots, Puppets & Other Stuff

Hey look, everybody! It’s another halfassed seggy nobody’s going to read! Joy.

Anna Mathews: Boooooooring!

Everybody in the back–scratch that–everybody in the universe agrees.

PuppetLiza: Anna, that’s not very nice. Is it, George?

George the Bunny Rabbit just glares and nibbles on his carrot. The Self-Professed Royalty of Extict Birds licks at her cheese popsicle. And yes, it’s excatly what you’d imagine it’d look like.

Anna Mathews: Ai doant’s kare. Cereal. Keenan versus McNastyburger? Yawn. Wilds und a klown? Double yawn. Bobby Lee nawt being raped bi aliens? The hell ish dis stuff?

PuppetLisa: It’s called “stuffing all the horrible people in a card and add the world champion in to boost ratings”. Everybody does it.

Jesus, where are all these puppets coming from?

PuppetTeresa: Win win in inner winny win.

I didn’t know you popped out of mole holes. Thanks, PuppetTeresa.

PuppetTeresa: Win win.

PuppetLisa: Why are you bitching about it anyway?

Le shrug.

Anna Mathews: ‘Cause et’s hilariously dum. Plus it’s inn my contrakt. In teh event I pwn the wolld shiny, eye gotta due at least won on air segment four ev’ry Aggression I’m inn.

Frantic wave!

Anna Mathews: An I doo it for joo peepoles! Mmm-kay, I wuv you, buh-bi!

Non-Title Match

Anna Mathews versus Scott Nash Strader

The lights in the arena dim as the opening riff of “5 Minutes Alone” hit’s the p.a. system. The Rebel-Tron lights up with a headshot of Scott Nash Strader looking down, with his blonde hair hanging in his face. He slowly lifts his head as the words to the song begin.

Maya Kalis: Introducing first, my sexy grandpa with the moves like Jagger…

##I see you had your mind all made up you group of Pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day, your master Plan transpired.
Something told me- this job had more to Meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words some- What deceiving? Now I’m unwhole.##

Scott Nash Strader steps out from behind the curtain followed by his sister Vanessa Strader. She joins at him his side as he closes eyes and looks upwards.

Maya Kalis: Hailing from London, Ontario but actually from Houston, Texas….

##But you can’t crush the kingdom
Can’t be what your idols are. Can’t leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us…##

As they begin to walk down to the ring, Scott wearing a white muscle shirt, blue jeans and a pair of buckled black leather biker boots. Vanessa is in a beige women’s powersuit.

Maya Kalis: Our new General Manager….

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##

##5 minutes alone##

Maya: Scott Nash Strader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scott leans back as he grabs onto the ring ropes to pull himself up. He steps through the second and third rope as his sister takes her spot on the floor in his corner
.
Maya Kalis: His opponent…

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.
Who can turn the world on with a smile?
Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those enternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and baloons and fifty dollar bils are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Maya Kalis: Hailing from I don’t know where the fuck from near Parts unknown…

Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it
Peach fuzz in every little movement
Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, bearly even looking at the ring.

Maya Kalis: She is our current Rebel Pro World Champion…

You show that love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all
She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.
How will you make it on your own?
This world is awfully big
And girl, this time, you’re all alone
A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.
Well, it’s time you started livin’
It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

Maya Kalis: The one with DAT ASS….

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da moment. Everybody has one of those, right?
Love is all around
No need to fake it
You can have the town
Why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all

Maya Kalis: Anna Mathews!!!!!!!!!!
The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute.

Linzi Martin: This should be a good one J!

Jester Jay: Bah, he’ll lose again, by. He sucks.

Scott and Anna meet in the middle of the ring, and they look into each other’s eyes with one looking up and the other looking down. Something seems to catch the old man’s eye, and the announcers notice.

Linzi Martin: Is that????

Jester J: It is, by! Jacob Figgins!!

Scott yells into the front at Figgins, but he just points behind Scott. Scott turns around and is met with a Boomer Fly Kick! Scott falls hard to the mat and the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

For good measure, the Adorable Retard jumps up to the top rope and hits the Slash and Burn and covers Scott Nash Strader.

Linzi Martin: I think our GM is about to set a record.

Jester J: Yeah, a bad one at that, by.

1

2

3!!!

Maya Kalis: And your winner…. DAT ASS!!!!!!!!!!!

Meghan Nash Strader comes out at the top of the ramp shaking her head laughing at her father as Anna makes her way up the ramp. The camera pans to see Jacob Figgins is gone and a frustrated Scott coming to in the ring.

Revenge of the Apostle VI

After a long day of doing whatever a Kalis does, probably using his gold fillings to to transmit hate mongering messeges to lesbians in sweden. He decides to finally wind down from his long day of baby punching and Various other vile deeds that nned not be mentioned in the possible prescience of children. office where he could enjoy a nice cigar and a heaping serving of his beloved poutine. And just when he though that nothing could kill his relaxation time, a fucking chicken flies out of his office.A live fucking chicken.

Simon pushed his door open and stared at the the scene revealed before him. The room was full of cluckin’ fuckin’ chickens. Maya sat beside the desk covered by only an aggression poster panting.

Maya: Oh wow…oh wow…oh wow…

And his desk was all kinds of fucked, but there was a glimmer of hope. The silver platter lay there with the dome on top. His office is all kinds of messed up , but he had his poutine. He lifted open the lid to find…A Figgy bobble head doll and a note

“Hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your limo for a booze run.”

Peace bro;
Figgy”

Simon: …!

Maya wipes the sweat from her brow and smiles.

Maya: Hey dad! Erhm.. >_>

Simon Kalis: … x_o

Fade to commercial.

REBEL Pro Presents…

LIVE! Monday August 13th, 2012 From The Aggression Arena in Durham, NC!
SUPER AGGRESSION: The Kingdom of Death II

AoWF King of Extreme Championship Match

Mark McNasty versus Virgil Keenan

Ding Ding

McNasty with a right jab catches Keenan off his game, rocking him backwards a step; McNasty presses his advantage with a left jab, following it up with a kick to Virgil’s left knee. Keenan goes down, McNasty pressing his advantage with a dropkick to the face that sends Keenan to sit in the corner. McNasty with a running knee to the face gets him an even bigger advantage, as he nails him with a second and a third knee to the face. McNasty with a charge, but Keenan lifts a foot, causing McNasty to impale himself on Virgil’s boot, effectively giving himself a lowblow. McNasty turns around, Keenan quickly taking him down with a bulldog to the canvas. Keenan locks on a side side headlock, but exchanges it quickly for a hair pull and tosses McNasty over the top rope to the outside. Virgil climbs up, launching himself off with a body splash on to the hapless McNasty.

Keenan rolls off, whipping Mark in to the railing, following it up with a clothesline that sends him over and in to the front row. Keenan picks up a chair, nailing Mark and busting him open slightly over his right eye. Keenan climbs over the railing, nailing Mark with a second chair shot, and a third for good measure. Mark falls down into an old lady’s lap, face first, getting blood all over her shirt and jeans. The woman shoves him off, looking at her newly purchased Rebel-Pro t-shirt with a bit of awe and disgust at the ruination. Mark tries to pull himself up, but Virgil with a kick to the back of his skull sends him face first onto the concrete. Virgil follows it up with another kick, but it misses and Mark nails him in the thigh with a pocketbook, which really distracts Virgil from his pursuit. It gives Mark the time he needs as he nails Virgil with the pocketbook again in the face, causing all kinds of stuff to fly out of the purse. McNasty with a fist rocks Virgil backwards against the railing. Mark leaps up onto the seats of two chairs, launching himself with a flying clothesline, but Virgil manages to catch him, a sort of half back body drop sends them both over the railing and back to ringside.

Both men lay there for a moment, before Virgil pulls himself up and leans over Mark with a bit of glee in his eyes. Mark nails him with a fingernail file, slicing Virgil open on his left cheek, then ducking under a wild right punch to deliver a fingernail file jab to the right face cheek. Virgil is pissed now and charges at Mark, who ducks under and back body drops him onto the ring apron. Mark digs under the ring quickly to come up with a wrench, nailing Virgil’s lower back with the steel weapon for added pain. Mark nails him in the hamstring, in the back of the right knee, and left calf for good measure. Virgil is trying to comfort all of his pains when Mark spins him around, slamming the wrench right in his midsection which causes all of Virgil’s air to come whoosing out of his lungs in one flood. Mark grabs him, planting his face onto the apron and into the ring post. Mark goes for a second ringpost shot, but Virgil manages to catch the blow, elbowing Mark in the face and then slamming his face into the post. Mark falls back, blood now covering both men’s faces and Virgil picks up the wrench. Virgil swings, but McNasty falls, the wrench swooshing past harmlessly. Virgil is off balance from the momentum, but as he falls, his elbow lands on Mark’s windpipe, as both men fall to the floor. Virgil begins to roll over to his feet, McNasty doing the same, Mark gasping for each breath as he does so.

Virgil finds the wrench, nailing McNasty in the back, in the leg, and in the back of the skull that almost rolls him back in to the ring. Virgil rolls him on in and pulls a ladder out from under the table, sliding it in as well. Virgil isn’t finished though as he pulls out a set of tables to hopefully create a big ass move to end this match. McNasty is up in the ring, disoriented, but he’s standing. He spots Virgil digging up under the ring for something else and hits the ropes. Mark dives through the ropes, grabs Virgil’s head, and spins around with a tornado DDT from inside to outside of the ring; Virgil’s skull cracks on the floor and McNasty rolls to the railing, his energy spent.

After a few moments, both men begin to stir, but McNasty is moving slightly faster, because his skull didn’t headbutt the floor as hard as Virgil’s did. Virgil is up to his knees as McNasty is leaning up against the railing for some support; his left leg seems to have taken some damage from that move. Mark limps over, but Virgil is just kneeling with his head lowered. McNasty with a spinning knee, but Virgil with a staple gun nails McNasty with several staples right in his crotch! The men in the crowd groan, the kids laugh, and the women scream at the brutality of the offensive move. McNasty falls back, doing his best to try and pull the staples out; Virgil presses his advantage on McNasty with several staples to the forehead, cheek, arms, and chest of his opponent in this match. Its evident from this brutality that both men want this honor for Rebel Pro and are willing to go to any length to bring it home. Virgil runs out of staples, McNasty smiles at this, blood filling his mouth, but Virgil nails him between the eyes with the gun, knocking him against the ring steps. Virgil retrieves a chair, placing it on Mark’s face, and a second chair about five feet in front of Mark. Virgil runs, launching himself off the chair, coming down on Mark with a double foot stomp, McNasty is now limp as he’s probably wondering why don’t he just retire from the AOWF.

Virgil picks him up, rolling him into the ring and sets up the couple of tables(one in the corner and one up like he’s gonna lay Mark on it). He whips Mark into the corner table, following quickly after, but Mark runs up the table, flips over behind Virgil, and dives forward and sending Virgil’s head crashing through the wood as he slides out of the ring. Mark digs under the ring now, pulling out a roll of barbed wire and a bag marked “tacks”. McNasty smiles as he climbs back in, dumping the tacks right near Virgil and lifting him up… brainbuster on the tacks causes several to stick into Keenan’s scalp. However, McNasty isn’t finished as he lifts Virgil back up… faceplant into the tacks and now Virgil has as much metal in his face as does Mark. McNasty is smiling now and whips Virgil into the ropes, catching him and delivering a stunning spinebuster onto the remaining thousand tacks, of which about 700 or so stick into Virgil’s back.

Mark grabs the spool of barbed wire, beginning to unwind it from the spool, when Virgil starts stiring, though its bestoverthecounter-viagra.com more like he’s twitching at Mark’s feet. Mark lays several lenghts of wire on the table, before wrapping his foot in the wire and snapping off that piece as well. Mark climbs up to the top of the ladder, going for a single leg foot stomp onto Virgil, when he leaps. Virgil flips up(ala Shawn Michaels), catching Mark, and spinebusting him through the barbed wire table, sending bits of wood up into the air and the wire to wrap around them both. The referee checks on both men and indicates that they are breathing, even if they are bloody as a butcher’s apron on meat cutting day. Virgil rolls out of the debris, bits of McNasty’s flesh, hair, and wire sticking to himself as he stumbles for the ropes for something to lean on. McNasty begins to stir, rolling over onto his right side, then up to his knees. Virgil looks down, noticing that a length of wire has gotten itself wrapped around his boot. McNasty’s face is covered in blood, he’s blinded by the crimson flow, but he still feels as Virgil connects with a 60 yard fieldgoal(to win the game in double overtime) right between his legs. Again, the men in the crowd groan and hold themselves; its the second nut shot that Mark has taken in this match.

Virgil is saddistic as he pulls Mark back up, wrapping a barbed wire leash around his neck and launching him over the top rope, to dangle like a Christmas Turkey from a butcher’s window over the top rope. Mark Virgil heaves on the wire, slicing himself in the process as Mark fights the choking wire around his neck. Mark begins to pass out and Virgil senses a victory, he is the shark smelling the blood in the water. Mark manages to get a foot onto the apron, then dives forward, pulling the wire through Virgil’s hands as well as himself over the top rope!

Mark gasps for air, Virgil’s head has connected solidly with the concrete twice here in this match, but neither man are much for any more in this contest. Mark is sitting up against http://canadianpharmacyviagra-norx.com/ the ring apron, Virgil is laying there staring back at him, both wondering who is going to have the strength to finish the other off.Mark shoves himself up, Virgil just watches, but Mark is weary of Virgil now; Virgil the same of Mark. McNasty walks over close to Virgil, and Virgil plays his hand of tossing some tacks at Mark for a distraction. Mark stomps down on Keenan’s chest, then pulls him back up, rolling him into the ring next to the ladder. McNasty digs under the ring, bringing out another bag of tacks, broken glass, lighter fluid, staples, a used condom?, and firecrackers. McNasty smiles as he slides two more tables onto the ring’s canvas. He grabs a lighter, and pulls open Virgil’s pants, pouring fluid down his trunks before lighting the firecrackers and tossing them down Virgil’s pants. Virgil is really out cold and the men are already groaning.

Virgil screams as he beats himself in the crotch, trying to put out the firecrackers and flames that were ignited from the firecrackers, McNasty is laughing, until Virgil tosses a still lit firecracker at him. The lit fuse ignites the fluid on Mark’s hand, then it ignites the can of fluid in Mark’s hand; viagra effetti collaterali the can explodes right in Mark’s face which causes him to stumble backwards into the ladder, trip over the table, and come crashing down face first near the used condom. Virgil, limping heavily, comes over, gingerly pulling Mark up, and touching the used condom… going to rub it right into Mark’s face. Mark with a ball shot doubles Virgil over and Mark rams the used condom into Virgil’s mouth, causing him to gag and puke in the middle of the ring. Mark falls back against the ropes, he charges at Virgil. Mark slips, Virgil, sheer instinct, catches Mark, nailing him with a sit-out spinebuster right into the puddle of puke!

Virgil pulls the now disgusting McNasty up, ramming his fist into his face and doing his best to gouge his eyes out of his skull, but McNasty tries to fight back, Virgil silences the fight with a well placed boot to the gut. Virgil sets up the tables, covers them in glass and tacks(as Mark tries to breath) and covers the remaining in barbed wire. Virgil grabs McNasty, pulling him up onto the top of the ladder and then up onto his shoulders. Virgil leaps off, driving McNasty’s skull and body through the two tables of debris, but Virgil also catches a bit of it as well… though not near as much as McNasty does. Virgil makes the cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–

Kickout!

Virgil can’t believe it, Virgil is astonished that McNasty is still alive, because he knows the pain that he is feeling. He pulls McNasty back up, setting him up for a suplex, and delivers it perfectly onto the debris, but McNasty is not in a position to be covered and Virgil is upset about this. Both men are covered in sawdust, glass, tacks, pieces of barbed wire, they are both burnt, they are both hurting and are definitely going to be hurting for tomorrow’s press conference. McNasty picks up a length of wood, Virgil does the same, and both men are definitely swaying on their feet; neither can stand still. Blood is pumping out of wounds, but they are still standing. Virgil swings, McNasty dodges, sending a swing back of his own. Both swings are weak and do not trouble the other, but they are off balance. They charge in(as much as they can) and swing.

McNasty connects with the length of wood, driving the blunt in onto the place where Virgil’s heart would be and causes him to fall down. McNasty’s slight momentum is enough to send him toppling onto Virgil and there is a cover!

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Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEW AOWF King O’Extreme tadalafil online Champion… Mark McNasty!

QUICK RESULTS

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