Aggression #8

Aggression #8
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

June 11, 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.”

Suddenly we are cast upon ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case and his manager, Hugh Aredone, both smack dab in the center of the REBEL PRO squared circle. ” TMG ” begins pacing the ring ever so slowly, in thought, as he puts a mic to his lips.

JC: If I could have your untalented attention, Jacob Venar, I am talking to you young man! And although you left the ring in our last encounter, the winner. That will be the last time that ever happens, so soak it up while you can, because you will NEVER defeat yours truly EVER again! As I continue, I guess you noticed that indeed, my grandma is alive and well. Infact, I have to tell you the honest talented truth. I dont have a grandma! Furthermore, I dont even have a grandpa! They were all in it to screw you out of your championship title. I was adopted as a kid so all I have is my talented self. Anyways, the match never turned out like I planned it would…you know, my dead grandma coming back to life, just to nail you over the head with a brick inside a purse casting me the talented victory…but I digress. You see, there are more important things I need to address at the moment.

” TMG ” pauses to think and stops in his tracks. Then calmly continues pacing the ring as he talks.

JC: The fish I intend to fry right at the moment is not how insane our match was, not how magical our title match was….not how we gave the audience their moneys worth, and then some. There is something else I want to speak of amongst our off the chain entertaining event that was our championship title match. That something else Venar, is none other than your over grown ape of a mask man you call your bodyguard or whom ever that man is. I NEED TO KNOW ALL ABOUT HIM!! I need to know why, I need to know how and I need to know who?? And if I dont get any answers asap, yours truly will make your life a living hell!! You see, I want vengence on the man who attacked me. Not only that, but now, there is a talented bounty over his head. Whom ever can answer ALL OF MY QUESTIONS and bring this masked man to me by any means nessesary!! Who ever is signed to REBEL PRO and can give me answers while bringing me his untalented head on a platter…that person or persons will recieve a huge prize. I will leave the prize as a surprise, however, when I get what I want. The prize will be well worth the task at hand. ENOUGH!! I’ve said too much already, like a belly botton, Im outty. Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this f*cking show!!

” The Millennium Game ” drops the mic to slight feedback on the ring canvus, and with Hugh Aredone woddling behind, Case slips through the ropes and struts up the ramp and through the backstage area curtain.

~Fade into a commercial for Rebel Pro’s Red, White, and Bruised 2010 Supershow~
~Commercial for Joel’s Jackhammer-It’ll vibrate all the way down.~
~Commercial for Dr. Tittylover’s Love Farm-Where the lovin’ll set your cracker ass free.~

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from commercial break and what a challenge set forth by Justin Case Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: He’ll get his man and fry that chicken known as Jacob Venar.

DING DING

The bell rings and Sr circles the lax KKP in the center of the ring. Foot Knife Sr goes in for a body shot, KKP delivers a nonchalant punch right to the face. Sr goes down hard on one knee, holding at his bleeding nose and split lip. He looks up to KKP, boot right in the face.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at Paul dominating this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: Foot Knife Sr is a very talented individual, but unfortunately can’t seem to get on the winning path as of yet.

Foot Knife goes down hard, KKP steps over his body, dropping a knee across his throat. KKP rolls him over onto his back, Camel Cluth submission hold. Foot Knife Sr screams out in pain and immediately begins to tap wildly and Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Pathetic, totally pathetic.

ROB MARTINEZ: Foot Knife has his future to look out for.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… representing the Demi-Gods… Krusty Kid Paul!

ROB MARTINEZ: We head to a commercial folks and remember to visit these establishments as they help bring you Rebel Pro action on Durham TV.

COREY TAYLOR: Or not, you can get it cheaper on Ebay.

~Commercial for Kent’s Camping supplies~
~Commercial for Jacob’s Sports Equipment~
~Commercial for Brion’s Cabbage Patch Babies~

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Larry Gordon, pushing a tumbler full of what appears to be lottery style balls. Larry slaps a few hands as he pushes the cart down to ringside where Rob Martinez helps him get the cart inside the ring. Larry shakes Rob’s hand before taking a microphone from Jenny Jersey on the outside.

LARRY GORDON: “Fans, I hope that we are having a good time here tonight!”

They show that they do, but are ready for more action.

LARRY GORDON: “I know you hate to be interrupted, but here I have the results of Gordon’s Pick Three!”

The crowd roars.

LARRY GORDON: “I asked each wrestler to pick three of their favorite numbers ranging from zero to ninety-nine and all but one or two did.”

The crowd boos.

LARRY GORDON: “Well, don’t boo them because they won’t be in on the fun of the drawing.”

He presses a button, the balls begin to fly around in the tumbler, banging off the wall and careening in every direction.

LARRY GORDON: Now, what the deal is… is this. If your number is picked, you’ll either get a World Title Shot, an Aggression Title shot, or you and a partner… of this machine’s choosing, will receive a Tag Team Title shot.”

The crowd is loving this idea, this scheme, this segment.

LARRY GORDON: “You all know that I am fair, so anyone can receive a shot. A newbie, a veteran, or someone who has been here in the length of time between those two. The champions will be defending…”

He lowers his voice, conspiratorily.

LARRY GORDON: Each week, over the next three weeks!”

The crowd roars, they love Title matches.

LARRY GORDON: It is entirely possible for a person to either win all three World Title shots, or all three Aggression title shots, or one half of all three Tag Team title shots.”

He looks at the tumbler, getting ready.

LARRY GORDON: “But what do you think the chances are?”

He chuckles.

LARRY GORDON: “Ok fans, are you ready?!”

Jenny steps over, ready to draw out a number as Larry pulls out a notepad from his shirt pocket. Jenny draws out a ball, handing it to Larry Gordon. Instead he hands her the mic back.

JENNY JERSEY: “The first number is… 89… Johnny Maverick will receive the first World Title shot… next week!”

The crowd roars, two Demi-Gods going at it for the top prize in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do that!

ROB MARTINEZ: Luck of the draw Taylor, luck of the draw.

Jenny draws out another ball, looks at the number and at the notepad.

JENNY JERSEY: Winning a shot at the Rebel Pro Aggression title, next week, newcomer Xandor Cross!

The crowd is shocked, that a newcomer would actually win a shot, on their very first card; in their very first Rebel Pro match. Besides this, they haven’t even seen this Xandor Cross character and he is getting a shot at the Aggression Championship?

COREY TAYLOR: Who is that guy?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure, but he’s getting a title shot. Larry Gordon is a man of his word, this is going all over the place.

Jenny reaches in, bringing out a ball, looking at the notepad.

JENNY JERSEY: One half of the challengers for the Rebel Pro Tag Team gold… Marina Blue!

COREY TAYLOR: Now, how is that slut going to fight with a broken arm?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, but I bet she’ll do her best with gold on the line and a chance to get back at Krusty Kid Paul.

Jenny reaches in, drawing out one last ball. She looks at the number, then the notepad. Jenny looks back at the number, then back at the notepad confirming.

JENNY JERSEY: Her tag team partner… Damien Alexander!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa!

COREY TAYLOR: They are opponents tonight, where Damien will hand her that slutty ass… literally.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is as fair as it gets Corey, luck of the draw.

COREY TAYLOR: Shut up Rob, just shut the f*bleep*k up.

ROB MARTINEZ: You know what Taylor… I’m tired of your lip. I challenge you to a match at Red, White, and Bruised… Fans vote on who their favorite announcer is after the show. Winner must show respect to the other.

COREY TAYLOR: You, as they say, are on.

~Fade to commercial for Krusty’s House of Pancakes~
~Commercial for Ian’s Chop Shop, best parts around.~
~Commercial for Brad’s Cotton Candy, its more than just sticky.~

In the locker room of the REBEL Tag Team Champions we find Chris Casino seated across from the infamous Dr. Tittylover. Casino is dressed casually in faded blue jeans and a Dirty Money tee shirt. Tittylover is decked out in his usual gear of tight (maybe to tight) leather pants, fishnet shirt and enough gold jewelry to make Mr. T blush. The camera pans over towards the far corner of the room and we see KKP is seated and ‘reading’ through the latest issue of Penthouse.

KKP: (muttering) Oh Daisy….Give me three minutes and you’ll never look at another man.

The camera pans away from Krusty and back towards the odd duo of Casino and ‘The Mad Pimp.’

CASINO: Not sure if maybe you misunderstood me the last twenty times I told you, but I really am not comfortable with you around. Aren’t you wanted by the law?

TITTYLOVER: Well yeah but they gotta catch my black ass first. Anyway, this is about you Chris! You’re all scrambled in the head. Tell me….Who is this woman who is f**kin’ with your brain?

Casino looks uncomfortable.

CASINO: I’d rather not. Anyway, it’d be lost on you.

TITTYLOVER: It ain’t your ex wife is it? That bitch was crazy! You know she tried to have me arrested?

CASINO: Probably because she walked in on you trying on her lingerie. And no, it’s not Monique.

TITTYLOVER: (laughing) Oh yeah. Damn she was fine as Hell. Hey since you guys are divorced do you mind if I drop by and show her my ‘Magic Stick?’

KKP: (off screen) What the? The pages are stuck together! Tittylover!

TITTYLOVER: I didn’t do nothin’ little homeless man! now shut up and let me handle my business with Chris!

CASINO: Look, I’ve been having some f**ked up dreams and the lack of sleep has me…..Seeing things. Hearing things. It’s all….I think it’s some kind of post traumatic stress from when….Uh…You know nevermind.

TITTYLOVER: Naw bitch, tell me!

Casino leans in close so that KKP can’t hear him speak.

CASINO: I think I’m seeing Zoe.

A flicker of humanity crosses the face of Tittylover but it’s gone just as quick as it appears.

TITTYLOVER: Whose that? One of your old hoes?

CASINO: (highly agitated) Whose that!? Are you f**king serious? Zoe Thomas! The daughter of one Doctor Thomas!

TITTYLOVER: (quietly) My name isn’t Thomas……

Casino jumps up and his chair goes flying. KKP jumps up as well, unsure of why, but just out of principal for his friend and partner.

CASINO: Get out. Get out before I rip your f**kin’ head off.

TITTYLOVER: Heh. Okay I’ll go, I got some hoes lined up for me anyway. But I’ll be back. I always come back Chris. Maybe next time you’ll tell me the truth.

Casino and KKP watch as ‘The Mad Pimp’ struts out of the room.

KKP: Hey Chris….Who is Zoe?

Casino looks down at the floor.

CASINO: A ghost from the past.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

A strange remix of the Halloween theme song hits the speakers, but the music is soon drowned out by the roaring boos of the fans here tonight! Damien Alexander, formerly Jer$ey, emerges from the entrance wearing an army uniform and a gas mask.

COREY TAYLOR: Who the hell is this guy?

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he used to be Jer$ey.

COREY TAYLOR: Whoever he is, he looks like he’s prepared to take on Saddam’s mustard gas in Baghdad, not a wrestling match!

JENNEY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, from Paterson, New Jersey, weighing in a two hundred twenty pounds… DAMIEN ALEXANDER!

Alexander just glares at the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Once he rolls under the ropes, “Slip It In” by Black Flag occupies the speakers, but the cheers of the crowd damn near drown it out! Marina Blue emerges from the back, her ring gear a little more revealing than usual, and on her arm is a cast wrapped heavily in barbed wire!

COREY TAYLOR: What in the hell is she wearing?

ROB MARTINEZ: That is one questionable outfit, but the men in the audience tonight seem to appreciate it!

COREY TAYLOR: Huh? That cast is covered in barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: … You’re not even a real man, are you?

JENNEY JERSEY: Making her way to the ring, from North Hollywood, California, weighing in a one hundred twenty three pounds… MARINA BLUE!

The men in the audience hoot, whistle, and holler at the sexy former porn star as she smiles, making her way down to the ring. Referee Jimmy Johnson holds the ropes open for her as she enters carefully, her arm still tender.

“Thanks, honey.” she says, stroking Johnson’s chin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is… is referee Jimmy Johnson blushing?

COREY TAYLOR: She can’t do that! That’s cheating! She wants the referee on her side!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think she can help it with a body like that.

Blue enters the ring, and each competitor stands in opposite corners as the music dies, and Johnson, once he’s stopped blushing, calls for the bell!

Damien Alexander starts off the match with a side headlock on Marina Blue after an elbow and collar tie up. Marina struggles to get free and finally does with several hard elbows to Alexander’s midsection. Clutching his ribs, Alexander releases Marina who promptly kicks Alexander’s leg and forces him to a kneeling position. Blue quickly rebounds off the ropes and hits Alexander with a STIFF step-up enzuigiri that sends Alexander to the mat. Blue goes for a quick cover and only gets a one and a half count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Only a one count for the gutsy Marina Blue, but she’s keeping on the offense.

COREY TAYLOR: That was such a quick count! I’m telling you, the ref has been paid!

ROB MARTINEZ: In what, silicon?

COREY TAYLOR: Ooooh, that’s cold.

Staying on the offense to keep her momentum, Blue forces Alexander to a vertical base and irish whips him to the corner, following and connecting with a running uppercut! FROM THE BARBED WIRE CAST! Fortunately, Alexander’s gas mask protected him from the blow, but he’s shaken by the shot. Blue keeps Alexander against the ropes with chops across the chest with her cast!

CHOP.

CHOP.

CHOP.

Alexander screams with every chop, the barbed wire digging deep into his chest with every swing, blood beginning to stain the front of his uniform. Alexander decides it’s time to fight back, knocking Blue back with a toe kick to the midsection followed by a knee to her face. Backing off, and holding her face, Marina soon finds herself on the receiving end of a forearm smash to the head. Alexander celebrates prematurely, and the crowd BOOOOOOS.

ROB MARTINEZ: He better stop the celebration if he thinks he wants to win.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s gonna win, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: How do you know?

COREY TAYLOR: It’s gonna happen. Marina Blue doesn’t stand a chance.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll see about that–WHOA, HUGE shot from Blue!

Marina Blue took Alexander’s distraction and NAILED him one in the head with her cast. Alexander is on the canvas, rolling around, holding his head in pain. Marina just smiles at him and drops a leg on his head! LEG DROP. Cover!

One…

Two…

ONLY a two count for Marina Blue!

But she doesn’t give up. She rolls to her feet and heads over to the top rope while Damien Alexander tries to find his feet. CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! NOBODY HOME! Alexander had the presence of mind to roll out of the way and Blue hit the mat HARD. Alexander is on his feet. He lifts the prone Blue to her feet and hits a POWERSLAM that shakes the mat. Damien Alexander goes for his first cover!

One…

Two…

NO DICE! Only a two count for the former Young Money!

COREY TAYLOR: Did you SEE how slow the ref was counting that? There’s some kind of conspiracy afoot!

ROB MARTINEZ: You don’t think it has anything to do with the fact that Marina Blue is a very attractive young female?

COREY TAYLOR: No, Jimmy Johnson is a playa hate-a!

ROB MARTINEZ: I hate you.

COREY TAYLOR: YOU’RE a playa hate-a too!

Back to the action… Alexander is on his feet, and he’s dragging Marina Blue up with him. Blue is fighting back! She swings! CONNECTS with the barbed wire cast! Alexander is reeling, blood soaking his uniform from the wound that undoubtedly just opened in his head. Blue is on the offensive, sending rapid shots to his upper body and head with her cast! Alexander is trying to cover up, hiding his head under his arms! Blue is not relenting! WHAM. WHAM. WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!

AND THEN MARINA BLUE IS BLINDED!

Damien Alexander just turned and spit some kind of black mist into Marina Blue’s eyes, and she is swinging at air! Alexander closes in. TOXIC THROW DOWN! CONNECTS! THE COVER!

ONE.

TWO.

THREEEEEEEE… EEE!

The crowd BOOS Damien Alexander, as he stands and stares down at Marina Blue, who lies unconscious.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… “The LETHAL”, DAMIEN ALEXANDER!

BOOOOO. Alexander stares around him at the crowd menacingly.

COREY TAYLOR: YESS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marina Blue gave it everything she had, but it just wasn’t enough to put down “the Lethal”!

COREY TAYLOR: And these two will be tag team partners next week…. how?!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have to go to commercial, but stay tuned for more action when we get back!

COREY TAYLOR: She should have stuck to adult filmmaking. Hah!

~Commercial for X’s Triple Play, just come in and look at the goodies.~
~Commercial for Rebel Pro’s Red, White, and Bruised 2010 Supershow.~
~Geico Commercial-Its all about car insurance.~

We return from commercial and Jenny Jersey is in the ring, ready to introduce the next match. As she raises the mic to her lips, the lights in the arena start to

flicker. Jenny looks around, completely dumbfounded. She continues.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one…

The arena lights flicker again, stopping Jenny mid-sentence.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is very strange.

The arena lights go completely out.

COREY TAYLOR: What’s so strange about REBEL Pro being cheap and not paying it’s bills!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut the hell up! You’re lights get cut off all the time!

When the arena lights come back, Jenny is not in the ring, but sitting at the timekeeper’s table, totally freaked out! The fans are in shock and dead silent as they

see someone in the ring. A tall figure in a long black leather sleeveless coat with a hood stands in the middle of the ring, a mic is in his hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHO IS THAT?!!

COREY TAYLOR: Hell if I know?!!

The figure raises the mic up to his lips without removing his hood and keeping his head lowered. His voice is cold and unforgiving.

FIGURE: “REBEL Pro…”

“For ten years I have waged a war against the mortal SINS in professional wrestling. I have traveled the world over CRUCIFYING unrepentant sinners in the ring.

I tire of the filth pro wrestling has become. So called superstars win titles because of politics. Factions are formed because guerilla warfare and the gang

mentality has become the new “in thing”. People become thugs because they don’t have the BALLS to earn an honest living.”

“It’s time for a PURGING. It’s time for the INQUISITION to reemerge from the obscurity of history.”

“I’ve watched REBEL Pro for some time now. It has great potential to be one of the greatest independent wrestling promotions in the world. But not with

so-called superstars like JUSTIN CASE!”

“Justin Case…you embody the very thing I fight against. You embody the very SIN I must purge. Only a pathetic life form would LIE about a dead family member.

What do you know about losing a loved one? What do you know about living life without the ones who care about you the most?”

“ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!”

“This is why I WARNED you at American Anarchy. This is why I left you something to think about after your match.”

“THAT was only a warning to YOU.”

“The shadow of the Cross has fallen upon REBEL Pro!”

The figure raises his head. Some of the more hardcore wrestling fans start a chant as they realize the identity of REBEL Pro newcomer.

FANS: CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Can it be?!

COREY TAYLOR: Whose name are they chanting?!

The figure removes his hood to reveal a man with long black hair, a nicely trimmed beard, and black Oakley sunglasses.

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit! It is HIM!

COREY TAYLOR: WHO?!!

FIGURE: “The SCOURGE of pro wrestling has arrived in REBEL Pro. CRUCIFIXION INCARNATE has entered your world to deliver you from SIN!”

“Behold REBEL Pro…”

“XANDOR CROSS!!!”

The hardcore fans go crazy! And the Cross chant starts again!

FANS: CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS! CROSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Xandor Cross! Xandor Cross is one of the biggest names in pro wrestling!!! He left the indy scene about 5 years ago and took World Titles in

other promotions! And now he’s here in REBEL Pro!

COREY TAYLOR: How come I’ve never heard of him?! And what’s he got against Justin Case.

ROB MARTINEZ: Weren’t you listening?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m not into churchy things.

Xandor looks around in serious approval. The arena lights start to flicker again. Xandor puts his hood back over his head and the lights go out.

ROB MARTINEZ: So he’s the one responsible for scaring Jenny Jersey!

The arena lights return and Xandor Cross is gone. Jenny Jersey again is in the middle of the ring, wondering how she got back into the ring.

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

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits the PA and the lights start flashing red in the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds…..The….Uh….Crimson Ghost!!!

The Crimson Ghost, aka, Johnny Maverick slinks out from behind the curtain to thunderous boos. His appearance has dramatically changed thanks to this bizarre transformation. He walks slowly to the ring as the lights in the arena continue to flash red.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent……

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!!!”

The arena explodes at the Kid Rock song!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Durham NC and weighing in at 230 pounds…..’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

Kurtis steps out from the back and the crowd goes even more crazy as their hero rushes down towards the ring!

Kurtis slides into the ring under the bottom rope and quickly gets to his feet. Referee Jimmy Johnson makes them wait for Jenny Jersey to exit safely and then calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well…Johnny is sporting a new look tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s the dreaded Crimson Ghost you fool! The mast dangerous man in REBEL.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kinda makes you wonder if Maverick is off of his meds.

Kurtis circles around Ghost, but the wrestler formally known as Maverick simply stands his ground and watches Chad. Kurtis lunges in and they tie up. Knee to the gut from Ghost! Back elbow to the face rocks Chad and the Crimson Ghost follows up with a scoop and a slam! Kurtis is quickly back to his feet and gets caught with a stiff opened handed chop across the chest. Chad fires back with a big right hand that seems to have no effect on the Ghost. Eye rake from Ghost and Kurtis is pushed back into the ropes. Chad is whipped off and the Ghost drops his head a moment to soon and is caught with a spinning neckbreaker! Chad quickly rolls to his feet and the Crimson Ghost is up just as fast! The Ghost stalks towards Chad and walks into a pair of right hands that snap his head back. Chad grabs an arm and whips The Ghost into the ropes. High backdrop from Kurtis! The Crimson Ghost is quickly back to his feet and gets tagged with a dropkick that sends him back down to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think this new persona is throwing off Chad Kurtis! He seems a little unsure of what to make of this ‘Crimson Ghost.’

Speaking of the Ghost, he’s back on his feet and charges at Chad. Kurtis ducks down and back drops his opponent over the top rope down to the floor below! Kurtis steps out of the ring and onto the apron. The Ghost gets back to his feet and Kurtis takes to the air with an Asai moonsault! The Ghost sidesteps Kurtis and he hits the floor with a sick thud! Referee Jimmy Johnson goes to the outside and tries to check on Kurtis but is shoved away by The Ghost. Kurtis is pulling himself up and he’s favoring his left arm. A running forearm sends Chad crashing into the guard rail. The Ghost grabs the arm of Chad and slams it down across the top of the metal railing! Kurtis shoves him away and The Ghost quickly heads for the ring apron. The Ghost pulls out a chair from under the ring, turns and takes a swing at Kurtis. Chad tries to twist his body but takes the chair shot flush across the arm! Chad drops to one knee and clutches at his arm, gritting his teeth in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Crimson Ghost, I can’t belive I said that, is zeroing in on the arm of Chad Kurtis!

COREY TAYLOR: Take out a wing and a bird can’t fly baby!

The Crimson Ghost is pulling more plunder out from under the ring. One of the objects is a 2×4 wrapped in barbed wire! The Ghost turns to attack Chad but takes a boot to the gut. Chad grabs the head of the Ghost and bounces it off the guard rail! Chad yanks the barbed wire 2×4 out of the hand of his foe and slams it across his back! The Ghost staggers away, a grimace of pain on his face. Chad tosses the barbed wire 2×4 into the ring, grabs the Ghost and rolls him inside. Chad picks up a trio of long fluorescent light tubes that have been taped together and slides into the ring. The Crimson Ghost is getting back to his feet when he takes a shot across the back from the fluorescent tubes! Glass and smoke explode from the shot and Kurtis quickly rolls Ghost up from behind! Jimmy Johnson only gets a count of two before the Ghost gets a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Long two count by the referee!

COREY TAYLOR: Actually it looked pretty fast to me.

Kurtis mounts the Ghost and rains down several hard shots before getting back to his feet. Chad picks up the barbed wire 2×4 and returns his attention to the Ghost who has pulled himself up to a kneeling position. Chad gets ready to bury the 2×4 into the skull of the Ghost but a low blow stops him dead in his tracks! Chad drops to all fours and the Ghost grabs the discarded barbed wire weapon. The Ghost runs the barbed wire 2×4 across the injured arm of Kurtis and the former triple crown champion screams out in pain! Chad tries to roll out of the ring but the Ghost pins him down and starts to dig the barbed wire into the flesh of the arm! Blood is spilling from several deep cuts on the arm of Chad and the Ghost is almost smiling. Almost. The Ghost takes the 2×4, licks the blood on the barbed wire and tosses it across the ring. Kurtis is yanked to his feet, blood pouring from his arm and gets driven to the mat with a DDT to the arm! The Ghost lazily covers Kurtis and he kicks out at two.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chads arm is bleeding severely! They might have to stop this match!

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t be such a woman! Now he looks like a thin Dusty Rhodes!

The Ghost pulls Kurtis off the mat and whips him into the far corner, charging in behind him. Bluegrass Breeze (whisper in the wind) from Kurtis! The crowd explodes as their hero sends the Ghost crashing to the mat. Chad pulls himself up, looks at the Ghost who is laying prone on the mat and hits

The

Best

Moonsault

Ever!!!

A cover and a kickout at two from the Ghost! The crowd groans as they thought for sure Chad had put his man away. Chad reaches over to grab the Ghost but suddenly he’s pulled into a modified JujiGatame armbar!

COREY TAYLOR: Just like that we see The Crimson Ghost bust out the Perfect Armbar!

ROB MARTINEZ: With all the blood loss and damage already done to that arm we could see Kurtis tap!

The Ghost cracks on the pressure but Chad gamely inches his way towards the ropes until he’s able to place his foot onto the bottom rope. Referee Jimmy Johnson starts his count but The Ghost refuses to break the hold! The referee makes another five count but again the hold is not broken! Finally the referee dives in and forces the armbar apart causing a break! Kurtis lays on his side, clutching his battered arm and The Ghost rolls to the outside. Reaching back into the ring, The Ghost grabs the injured limb of Kurtis and drags him towards the ringpost. The Crimson Ghost locks in a figure four onto the arm using the ringpost as added support! Chad grits his teeth in pain but refuses to tap out! The Ghost, seemingly at peace with himself and what he’s doing simply keeps applying pressure to the arm! The head of Chad drops to the mat and the referee is right there to check on him. He raises the free arm of Chad and lets it drop to the mat! A second time and again the arm hits the mat. Johnson picks up the arm and for the final time releases it and watches as it hits the mat unmoving. The referee quickly calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad passed out! The pain was to much!

COREY TAYLOR: I bet he’s faking!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match……The Crimson Ghost!!!

Referee Jimmy Johnson rolls to the outside where the Ghost has already released his hold and raises his hand in victory.

The lights go out.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell?

Heavy Darth Vader breathing over the sound system.

COREY TAYLOR: is that your wife Rob?

Laughter(same heavy breathing just laughter).

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks I don’t know what’s going on! I can’t see and…..

A woman screams.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s it….I’m gone!

The lights return and in the middle of the ring we see Damien Alexander!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s Alexander! The man who has been stalking Chad for weeks now!

Damien stands over Chad and looks down at him. Chad, propped up in the corner can only return the gaze.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks we’re out of time! Join us next week to see what happens in this developing situation!

The show closes with two men who know each other very well and who were once friends…..Looking at each other with malice in their eyes.

~CREDITS~
Chad Kurtis vs Johnny Maverick – Brion
Marina Blue vs Damien Alexander – Jacob
Foot Knife Sr vs KKP – Bean
Dirty Money segment – Brion
Justin Case Segment – Justin
Xandor Cross segment – Xandor
Larry Gordon Segment – Bean