Aggression 8-29-2011

THE BLOAD SOAKED EDITION!
(Kinda like every show, really. Stop being a smart ass)

*****This Is Why We Can‘t Have Nice Things*****

We fade in following the intro, with Kalis sitting at his desk, his face buried in his hands. There is a shiny metal briefcase on his desk which we take note of.

Simon Kalis: I let you run the show for one night, Jer. One damn night.

Kalis looks up and holds up a local paper from Chattanooga.

Simon Kalis: And the world implodes in on itself.

Gold sighs, as he sits across from Simon. Rupert the Kangaroo is eating a piece of lettuce, nodding.

Rupert The Kangaroo: *Making kangaroo noises, whatever that is.*

Jeremy Gold: Yeah, I know Rupert.

Kalis rolls his eyes.

Simon Kalis: What do I do with you?

Jeremy Gold: Give me an assistant.

Kalis spins in his chair. We imagine if he had hair, he’d pull it out.

Simon Kalis: You’re supposed to be my assistant.

Jeremy Gold: I thought I was the General Manager! Almost the whole time, you’ve never let me generally manage anything.

Rupert The Kangaroo hisses.

Simon Kalis: No, because you’re an idiot. If I actually left you to your own devices, Bobby Lee would threaten you and get a World title shot every week.

Gold scratches his chin, and nods.

Jeremy Gold: True, but…

Kalis reaches under his desk and hands Gold a baseball bat.

Jeremy Gold: Wha… What’s this for?

Kalis points to the door.

Simon Kalis: Your match. Get the fuck out of here, bro. And try not to shit yourself this time. We get complaints from the other wrestlers that the ring smells like urine and feces after you’re in it.

Gold quivers, biting his bottom lip as he gets up.

Jeremy Gold: What about Inferno? Where’s Inferno?

Kalis shrugs.

Simon Kalis: Don’t worry, I got you a new tag team partner.

Jeremy Gold: You did?! IS IT YOU?!

Kalis looks himself over, decked out in a tailor made Brioni suit.

Simon Kalis: Does it look like it’s me?

Gold sighs, and Rupert pats him on the back as Gold gets up to leave. He stops, a light bulb over his head we imagine.

Jeremy Gold: Is my tag partner Rupert?!

The kangaroo lights a cigarette then looks up surprised.

Simon Kalis: Are you kidding me? The kangaroo? No.

Gold sighs, and walks out as Simon taps the metal briefcase as the door shuts behind Gold.

Female Voice: I’m ready.

Kalis turns his head to the bathroom as the door opens, and a fairly fat woman in all black steps out. Her face is covered by a mask, with a hood over her head. But one things for certain… She’s fat as fuck.

Simon Kalis: Good luck, sweety. Try not to let him die.

She giggles as she steps passed Simon and nods.

Masked Woman: I won’t.

*****Style Clash versus Golden Inferno*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following is a First Blood Special Tag Team Match!

“Born This Way” by Lady GaGa hits.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first!

Gold steps out from backstage with some trepidation as his rainbow themed light laser show goes off. He’s decked out in an Adidas track suit as he jogs to the ring, his trusty Red Bull in hand which he quickly chugs.

Jenny Jersey: He is the General Manager of REBEL Pro… JEREMY GOLD!!!

Gold slides into the ring, feeling pumped from his Red Bull and cigarette diet as he hops around the ring, throwing his arms up bravely. The music stops, and “It’s Raining Men” by Gerri Halliwell hits over the speakers.

Jenny Jersey: His tag partner!

A bunch of shirtless yet buff looking men, run out onto the stage and begin dancing and gyrating. The female fans in the crowd are loving it, but the male fans are all “WTF”…

Jenny Jersey: She stands in at 5’8 tall, weighing in at not actually 776 pounds…

The mysterious woman jumps out, grinding against one of the men as she bobs her head to the theme.

Jenny Jersey: She hails from somewhere in Illinois!

Gold is dancing around and winking at the guys on stage who try to ignore his weird ass as he twirls his arms in the air, happy at the thought of the sky raining men.

Mikey Massacre: Dear god…

Linzi Martin: What a GREAT way to open up Aggression! YEAH! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HISTORY! IT’S GONNA START RAINING MEN!

Mikey Massacre: …

Linzi Martin: SING WITH ME! IT’S RAINING MEN!!!!! COME ON MIKEY!

Linzi seems to be enjoying the eccentric entrance.

Jenny Jersey: Making her triumphant return to the REBEL Pro…

Mikey Massacre: Wait a god damn minute.

The woman rips her hoody off to reveal a tight fitting sports bra, and her mask drops… The crowd jeers in terror as the sports bra does everything in its power not to rip apart at this obese womans massive rolls and sagging breasts.

Jenny Jersey: THE RUBY VAGINE… EMLEE KORLIN!!!!

Mikey Massacre: Oh my god…

She runs down to the ring, though has to stop in order to make sure she doesn’t run out of breath. She begns ripping off her black sweat pants to reveal some booty shorts which cannot contain the jowls and flaps of her tubby ass as she hops and skips around the ring slapping the hands of the fans she passes. Gold is running in circles, so happy as Ruby Vagine hops up onto the apron and bends over very sexually, slapping her ass before climbing into the ring and joining Jeremy Gold in an awkward dance. A few fans at ringside puke in disgust.

Linzi Martin: Whoa! I did not need to see that!

Mikey Massacre: I don’t think anyone did, Linzi.

The party ends though as “Love and War” by Drowning Pool hits.

Jenny Jersey: And their opponents! Introducing first… He hails from Boulder, Colorado…

Taboo steps out onto the stage, the fans going nuts as they bare witness to a legend in the flesh.

Jenny Jersey: He is TABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Taboo shoots his arms up, the crowd going nuts as Jeremy Gold grabs onto some fat flab from Korlin and cries into it.

An old fashioned movie countdown begins over the REBELTron…

3.…

2.…

1.……

Pyros EXPLODE all over the stage and around the ring.

Jenny Jersey: And fighting out of Durham, North Carolina… “THE SHOW” Chad Kurtis!!!!

Kurtis joins Taboo atop the stage and both men look intense, focused and above all else ready as they make their way to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: Together, they are…. STYLE CLASH!!!

They bum rush the ring and open up a can of whoop ass on Gold and Korlin.

DING DING DING

Taboo grabs onto Korlin and hits her with a belly to belly suplex to the canvas as Chad Kurtis implant DDTs Gold hard into the canvas. Kurtis with a moonsault right onto Gold as Taboo lifts Korlin up again. Taboo with a snap suplex, the impact shaking the ring. Kurtis has Gold in the corner, Gold is begging for his dear life as Kurtis gives him a few good knife edge chops across the chest.

Mikey Massacre: Style Clash is BACK in the business baby, and what a beat down they’re laying on the new Golden Inferno tandem!

Linzi Martin: Poor Jeremy, he’s already crying.

Gold begins SCREAMING AS LOUD AS HE CAN at Chad Kurtis. Kurtis backs away, holding his ears and Gold begins slapping him silly with both hands to no real effect. Kurtis just stands there taking the slaps and scratches, unimpressed as Taboo just mashes Korlin out with a German suplex.

Linzi Martin: I feel bad for Emily Corlen.

Mikey Massacre: You mean Emlee Korlin!

Linzi Martin: No, I meant Corlen. This Korlin bitch is obviously an underhanded shot at The Emerald Phoenix.

Mikey Massacre: Yeah, wonder what makes you think that.

Gold flips himself over the top rope to the outside and begins running. Kurtis springboards himself off the ropes with an asai moonsault and catches Gold perfectly on the outside. Korlin goes for a heavy fist to Taboo, but Taboo dodges and grabs onto her but his grip slips off the greasy fat womans flab. Taboo grabs her again, Northern Lights suplex! He immediately grabs her leg and locks in the Taboo Squeeze!!! His grip keeps slipping off her as Crisco expunges itself via sweat from her body, and she’s tapping out.

Mikey Massacre: Tonight, everything is first blood.

Linzi Martin: Yep!

Kurtis whips Jeremy Gold into the barricade which separates fans from the action. Gold can be seen begging a fan to save him but the five year old child just giggles. Kurtis pulls gold back and then cracks his head over the metal post. Kurtis goes under the ring, inside Korlin is screaming for Raptor Jesus to save her as Taboo finally lets go of the hold. Kurtis grabs a bat from under the ring. He swings! Gold ducks! It splinters! He swings again, and now it catches Gold across the forehead!

Mikey Massacre: GOLD IS BLEEDING! His team has one minute to make either Taboo or Kurtis bleed!

Gold begins crying as he bleeds all over the place. Meanwhile, The Ruby Vagine is free of Taboo’s non-stop suplexing her fat jowly ass to hell. She begins to climb the turnbuckles, the ring is creaking. Kurtis steps back on the outside, shaking his head at Taboo who does his best to size up the flying elephant. The counter is at 30 seconds.

Mikey Massacre: No… No… DON’T DO IT!

Emlee Korlin jumps off with a body splash, but Taboo catches her… BIG BANG THEORY!!! THE RING FUCKING IMPLODES UPON IMPACT!!! She is DONE. Taboo is like WHOA! Kurtis is shocked! Gold is crying! The counter hits 5!

4…

3.…

2.…

1…

DING DING DING

Kurtis keeps beating on Gold with the splintered bat, as Gold tries to escape. Korlin is bleeding from the impact, or it might be period blood. Taboo is careful as he steps out of the now crushed ring.

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match… Taboo and Chad Kurtis… STYLE CLASH!!!!

The ref raises their hands and the crowd cheers the violence, but now ring technicians need to rebuild the ring which will surely cause a delay.

Mikey Massacre: First Hardcore Entertainment dethrone Seldon and Corlen. Then Case and Logan show their allegiances, forming Case Filed Rockets.

Linzi Martin: Now Style Clash here in REBEL Pro.

Mikey Massacre: The tag team division in REBEL Pro is on fire.

We see one more shot of the triumphant Taboo and Kurtis as we fade commercials.

*****Support The AoWF!*****

There’s all kinds of flashes of violence, culminating with Bogard winning the Grizzly Beer title!

Voiceover: The Pioneer Wrestling Association proudly presents Sunday Night Rampage, every Sunday! Check your local listings and catch such super awesome stars as The New Age Panzies, Matthew Engel, Vic Wagner, Thomas Manchester Black, that boss status figure Cody Bogard and more!

PWA SUNDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE! COOL!

There’s sparkles, flowers and other weird things… Then we see footage of Wood getting stapled in the face by Johnny Maverick.

Voiceover: Do you like things?! How about things being broken over the faces of people?! Or moose? Or car rides through an arena with weird eWo people trying to hang you from the rafters?! If so, check out Victory Wrestling’s Television every Thursday night! It’s awesome, and the REBEL Pro boss is on there doing silly things! You get to see stars like Anna Mathews and her haunted vagina! Johnny Maverick break Woods face! Marvin Wood break Johnny Mavericks legs! Teresa Quaranta! Can’t forget her! And other awesome people! Like Phoenix!

We see Phoenix with the CCTV Title.

Voiceover: But fuck that guy!

VICTORY! TELEVISION! YEAH!

It fades now again… We see things burning, the BWF World title being destroyed and bang!

Voiceover: Sometimes when all the dust has settled… all that’s left is Animosity! And that’s where you’ll find some of the awesome stars in BWF! From the Buffalo Butcher Finale, to Emily Corlen and Anton Chase. No one can forget the beautiful Abbie Edwards, and the legendary BWF US Champion Corey Lazarus! Check them out and more weekly Thursdays on BWF Thursday Night Animosity!

BWF ANIMOSITY! YOU KNOW IT!

We fade back to the arena now as…

*****Damn, I Had To Piss*****

Camera cuts backstage where we find Bubba J walking a bit unsteadily, but not because he’s drunk, but because he’s looking for something.

Bubba J: Damn, I’ve got to take a piss!”

He comes up on Simon’s car and spies it like its the best damn toilet imaginable.

Bubba J: This’ll fix that black sumbitch.”

J tries to open up the door, but of course its locked, but Bubba J has the master key. After looking around for a moment, he lifts his leg and kicks out the driver side window and unlocks the door. Opening the door, he looks around again as we hear an unzipping sound and his pants drop slightly and a sound of pissing pleasure comes from his throat.

Bubba J: Yeah, that feels good.”

He continues looking around and as he does so, he pisses all over the dash, the seat, floorboard, and side of the car.

Bubba J: Damn, I had to piss like a mofo.”

He finishes up, the yellow piss soaking into the driver side seat as Bubba J zips up and heads inside the building.

*****J.T. Whiplash versus Lucious Starr*****

Linzi Martin: Well, at least the ring is finally fixed!

“Fuck You” hits up in the speakers as freaking mutated sharks with freaking laser beams are attached to their freakin’ heads. The freaking laser beamed covered sharks begin to shoot the freaking laser beams at freaking angry mutated sea bass with soggy blow darts attached to their mutated freaking heads. Lucious Starr walks out, looking up at the Rebel-tron in disgust.

Jenny Jersey: Since Lucious couldn’t be bothered with creating an entrance for himself here in Rebel Pro, here ya go! Oh and here is Lucious Starr.

The lights go out as an image of a copperhead slithering down a dirt road airs on the REBEL-Tron as the bagpipe intro from “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle begins to play with the snake slithering down the path. The snake then coils up in position to strike as the bagpipe intro ends and “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play over the P.A. system as red, white, and blue lighting goes off throughout the arena. Just then, a spot-light shines on J.T. Whiplash in his wrestling attire, holding a Rebel flag as the fans erupt in cheers. J.T. then waves the Rebel flag in the air hollering as he does so. He then puts the flag over his shoulder as he makes his way to the ring slowly, tagging hands with as many fans as he can get to as he gets to the end of the ramp-way, pausing as he waves his Rebel flag around again before walking to the ring steps and sticking his Rebel flag in the ring post as he steps over the middle rope and climbs in the ring, shouting and hollering for the fans to cheer as he climbs up each second turn-buckle and lets out a loud “YEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAWWW!!!” as he gives the crowd a bull-horn sign before he paces back and forth in the ring like a pissed-off hyena as he runs against the ropes a couple of times before going back to pacing as the music dies down.

Ding Ding

JT comes out right handing Lucious Starr right in the damn face, rocking it back on his neck. But give Starr credit, his head bounces back into JT’s face sending him back more out of surprise than anything else. Starr presses his advantage with a right punch faint, but jabs him right in the damn mouth with a left hook sending JT’s head spinning to the side; Starr completes the mini combo with a boot to the midsection and a whip into the ropes. JT comes back, Starr lowering his head for a back body, JT nails him right in the fucking face with his steel toed boot that causes Starr to stand up and look a bit woozy; JT sending him over to the concrete with a clothesline. JT steps through the ropes, double axe handle smash onto Starr before pulling him up.

Mikey Massacre: This match is a full on brawl!

Linzi Martin: You expect anything different from Rebel Pro?

Starr with a double fisted nut shot halts JT’s offense and the whip into the ringpost brings the first blood of the match. JT spins around, blood coming from his nose that managed to smash full on into the post.

Jenny Jersey: JT Whiplash has one minute to make Lucious Starr to bleed or he will lose the match.

JT falls down to one knee, Lucious Starr nailing him with an uppercut swinging steel chair effectively busting his nose open worse and causing the stitches on his forehead to bust open and more blood to ooze out.

Mikey Massacre: A bit of an unfair match for both men; now all Lucious has to do is run away and he wins.

Linzi Martin: He will never do that, he’s way to proud.

Starr holds JT’s throat down with the back of the steel chair as the minute ticks down to forty-five seconds; JT’s face turning a dark shade of red. Lucious points down to JT and mocks him in front of the crowd as JT tries to get the chair off his throat. Lucious continues to mock him by shoving the chair down harder and getting right in his face. JT nails him with a meaty right, sending Starr falling backwards and the chair off his throat. The timer is down to thirty-five seconds as JT struggles to catch his breath and make Starr bleed before the inute is up. Starr comes back with a running boot, but JT is ready for it, catching the kick and sending Starr into the railing strictly out of instinct. The time is now down to twenty-seven seconds as JT is still struggling to catch his breath Shaking his head JT turns towards Lucious, who is getting up with a smile on his face and pointing to the Rebel-tron that now reads twenty-one seconds. JT comes charging at him, but as Starr spins to the right; JT catches him, bringing him into a full nelson, spinning and driving him face first into the railing. Seventeen seconds on the timer as JT breaks a beer bottle to get a quick bleeding weapon and jabs it at Lucious Starr’s face; however Starr knees JT in the crotch again, or there abouts, and accomplishes by rolling him off and not making it easy on the Confederate Copperhead. Starr stumbles to the ring apron, but JT’s fighting through the pain, as he accepts a pair of barbed wire and thumbtack covered brass knuckles; the time on the clock reading eleven seconds. JT steps up behind Lucious who is pointing back towards where JT was laying at and mocking the fan for believing in someone like Whiplash.

Mikey Massacre: Lucious thinks he’s got this match already won.

Linzi Martin: This is fixing to hurt.

Timer reads seeven seconds and Lucious turns around to check on Whiplash. Right fist right to his face smashes his nose, a second busts his lips, and a third haymaker turning it into a dragging punch rips flesh on Starr’s face and blood begins to pour from the quick sharp and sudden thrusts from the specialized brass knuckles, the timer? Well it was at two seconds left when the first drop of blood came from Starr’s body. JT presses the advantage, along with the magnificant brutal weapon, into Starr’s face over and over eventually pushing Starr up against the post. JT with a big haymaker, but Starr ducks under driving his shoulder into JT’s midsection, sending them both crashing into the railing hard enough to move it backwards. JT pounds with both hands as Starr rains down rights and lefts as well. JT rolls Starr over, mounting him with punch after punch, but Starr rolls him back over nailing him with much of the same.

Mikey Massacre: Its like a schoolyard brawl!

Linzi Martin: I haven’t seen one… well since high school.

Starr pulls JT up, shoving him towards the ring, but JT manages to counter with an elbow into Starr’s ribs and nail him with a DDT. JT leans up against the railing, blood pouring, I mean literally pouring from his busted stitches, nose, and mouth to drip onto his chest. JT digs under the ring, coming out with a table, but just as he is about to set it up, Starr comes with a chair to the back of his skull, driving him face first into the table. Starr pulls him back up, piledriver onto the chair and rolls JT into the ring. Starr slides the chair, table, and a few other things into the ring(tacks, light tubes, barbed wire, staple gun, a few glass bottles) Starr rolls in, setting up the table, placing several light tubes onto the wood before dumping the tacks all over the ring. Starr smashes a light tube over JT’s skull, bringing blood from the back of his skull before dragging the ends of the tube down his back and causing even more wounds on his already scarred body.

Mikey Massacre: What a saddistic bastard! I love it!

Linzi Martin: So, you ARE into bondage and submission!

Mikey Massacre: What? Where did you… never mind I don’t want to know.

Linzi Martin: Oh that’s easy, its the Sexual Pleasuring Positions magazine issue for August 2011. A very invigorating read, if you ask me.

Mikey Massacre: Trouble is that I didn’t.

Starr has JT up for a body slam onto the thumbtacks, but JT counters somehow with a DDT that sends Starr’s face into the tacks! JT with a curb stomp onto the back of Starr’s head before pulling him up and whipping him into the corner. Starr has tacks all in his face, but begins to fire back with punches and kicks that back JT up. Starr backs off, then with a running leap mounts JT with a Lou Thesz press right on the tacks, driving them deeply into JT’s back. Starr rolls him around in the tacks, only a few remain; they are both in Starr’s face and embedded in JT’s back. However, both men continue fighting as its Starr’s turn to get a double fisted nut shot, but this one is a bit more damaging as JT has the staple gun. Starr starts shaking his head from side to side.

Linzi Martin: Would that hurt.

Mikey Massacre: It hurts me and I’m not in the match!

Starr howls out in pain as JT releases two staples into his groin before going for a Rydeen bomb onto the light tube covered table!

Mikey Massacre: My gawd! Did you see that Rydeen bomb from Whiplash!

Linzi Martin: Not really, I was fantasizing about all the damage.

Starr lays in the broken remnants of table and glass as JT leaps from the top turnbuckle with the Rebel Yell!

He connects and stays for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match as result of a pinfall… JT Whiplash!

J.T. Whiplash has his hand raised by the ref, the crowd cheering him on as he continues his rise back to prominence in REBEL Pro!

*****Real Talk*****

We fade backstage now. There’s a round table that is set up with a REBEL Pro banner hanging over the wall. At one side sits Marvin Humperdink, and at the other sits Simon Kalis. That same briefcase from earlier close to Simon.

Marvin Humperdink: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. I’m sitting here with the acting President and minority owner of REBEL Pro, Aaron Simon Kalis. Mr. Kalis…

Kalis puts his hand up, sips his beer and shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: No, you don’t need to be formal. Call me Ishmael.

Humperdink cocks an eyebrow.

Marvin Humperdink: What…?

Simon Kalis: I’m kidding. Don’t be so nervous.

Kalis burps after another chug of his beer.

Marvin Humperdink: Right, well. You arranged this sit down interview with me to go over the course of events that have taken place since your surprise purchase of 49% of REBEL Pro. But, first off… How is Larry Gordon? Are you in contact with him?

Kalis lights a cigarette and nods.

Simon Kalis: He’s doing as well as can be expected. He’s obviously still recovering from his health concerns, but he’s in good spirits and one of the greatest men I’ve ever had the chance to get to know.

Marvin Humperdink: Well, I’m sure he’s watched with some interest on how you’ve handled REBEL Pro since stepping in. Some people said REBEL Pro could never reach the national stage, yet the National Tour across the United States thus far has been a complete success. REBEL Pro is quickly gaining traction on the PWA in terms of revenue and ratings. What do you think has played the biggest role in REBEL Pros success during this national transition?

Kalis takes a moment to sip his beer and take a draw from his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: The fan support from the loyal REBEL Pro fans has been tremendous, and there has always been an interest worldwide for REBEL Pro through the availability of our programming on the internet. But the biggest factor is the wrestlers here themselves. I certainly have some… Issues, with some of them, but by and large they’re the reason we’ve been so successful. Look at a guy like Justin Case, his comeback was a huge thing especially with the loss of guys Johnny Maverick and Jacob Venar. You’ve got new blood like Violet Harper and Jaice Wilds who bring a whole new realm of excitement.

He flicks some ash.

Simon Kalis: Legion. What a beast, what a dominant figure he is and will be. Then you’ve got REBEL classics like Bubba J and Vincent Black.

He smirks.

Simon Kalis: Through and through, the REBEL Pro roster is jam packed with fucking superstars. We’ve got huge BWF Legend Gabe Shelley, former eWo star Alexia Fender. Guys like Chad Kurtis, people like Taboo… I could really name the whole roster here Marv. They’re all the reason REBEL Pro is rocking. To top it all off? Lisa Seldon, man. Do I need to say anything more than that? REBEL Pro’s longest reigning World Champion. The woman who brought the AoWF World Championship to REBEL Pro.

Marvin Humperdink: Yes. This is the Era of Seldon in REBEL Pro.

Simon Kalis: Yeah. I mean people disparage our roster, they disparage our product and our fans and why? Because they see it. Like deer in the fucking headlights. REBEL Pro is on the rise, Marv. We are on the cusp of something so great, so powerful. Everyone is electrified, and I think Bobby Lee literally so. You know what I say? Fuck you Phoenix. Fuck your PWA. Fuck Vic Wagner, and fuck Marvin Wood. Fuck everyone who ain’t down with REBEL Pro.

The crowd in the arena has a thunderous applause at this.

Simon Kalis: REBEL Pro has been underrated and shit on for too long. But we’ve taken it with stride, taken it on the chin. I don’t know if you’ve noticed? There are some TOUGH motherfuckers who fight here. As you saw last week? Our fans are tough, too. I’m sick of these phony fucks talking about things they fail to comprehend. We aren’t rednecks, we aren’t thugs, we aren’t dumb. We’re the modern Gladiators, and the REBEL Pro ring is our pit. It’s bloody. It’s gory. It’s awesome, and people love it.

Marvin Humperdink: Speaking of last week… The riot in Chattanooga. Can you tell me what’s going on concerning the lawsuit?

Kalis sips his beer, shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: I can’t speak on current or pending lawsuits, sorry.

Marvin sifts through his stack of papers.

Marvin Humperdink: Emily Corlen.

Kalis smokes his cigarette, no reaction.

Marvin Humperdink: What happened?

Kalis shrugs.

Simon Kalis: She chose to turn her back on REBEL Pro. She stayed here to win a title off of Lisa Seldons back, because as you know she was set to leave right before the tag team title tournament began. Now, the moment she loses that she walks off.

Marvin Humperdink: That’s it? That simple?

Simon Kalis: Well. I have to be careful how I speak. I am speaking to you as the President of REBEL Pro, but at the same time? Well. I mean do you want me to say something controversial? I’m sure it’s expected, and I’ve remained fairly quiet. She needs to get a grip on reality. She has black balled to infamy within the AoWF through her actions, and that’s fine. I offered her and Lisa rematches, either together or separately but that wasn’t enough to appease someone who hungers for titles like they do Big Macs.

Marvin Humperdink: So, I guess that offer is off the table?

Simon Kalis: No, but there is a time limit. It’s almost over. I don’t give a fuck. REBEL Pro and Victory Wrestling are the future of the AoWF. She wants to go to BWF because she can be somebody there, that’s fine. No one will ever respect her until she dips her toes out of the pond of fish and into the ocean of sharks.

Kalis crushes his empty beer can, snaps his finger and someone off camera chucks him another cold one.

Marvin Humperdink: Well, moving on. There’s a lot of buzz going on about Prove Your Worth. Can you confirm any of the rumours going around?

Simon Kalis: Like what?

Marvin Humperdink: Vic Wagner versus Bubba J?

Simon Kalis: Yeah. It’s going down, and is happening at Prove Your Worth.

The crowd in the arena can be heard cheering for this, why? Who knows. Not like they’re gonna be there in person anyways.

Marvin Humperdink: Violet Harper was set to face Emily Corlen at Prove Your Worth.

Simon Kalis: Yeah, no. That’s obviously not happening. Which worked out well in the end, because Violet Harper will be facing J.T. Whiplash for the Aggression Championship at Prove Your Worth.

Crowd goes nuts again.

Marvin Humperdink: Whoa! Really? Why?

Simon Kalis: Yes, really. Because Whiplash impresses me. He’s an old timer, I’m an old timer. More importantly he beat Gabe Shelley which is a big thing to do. He’s come back into REBEL Pro with a fire and drive that is inspirational. I reward that.

Marvin Humperdink: Well, damn. Another rumour circulating the internet is that Matt Stone will be facing former REBEL Pro World Champion Johnny Maverick.

Simon Kalis: Yep. Signed the match contract already. It’s happening. You better believe it.

Marvin Humperdink: Jesus. What about Lisa Seldon? Who is she going to be defending the title against?

Kalis puts his cigarette out and smiles.

Simon Kalis: Vincent Black.

The crowd gives their biggest ovation of the interview.

Simon Kalis: I told him if he failed against The Phoenix, I’d kill him. What better way than feeding him to Lisa Seldon? If he wins, he dethrones arguably the greatest World Champion in REBEL Pro history. If he doesn’t? He dies.

Kalis shrugs.

Simon Kalis: Win-win.

Marvin Humperdink: This is blockbuster news. Sadly our time is up, but I hope we can do this again sometime, sir.

Simon Kalis: Sure thing.

Marvin Humperdink: One more thing… Patient 4479?

Simon Kalis: Hahahaha… No comment.

Marvin Humperdink: Wait! Actually… What’s the deal with the briefcase?

Simon Kalis: I suppose you’ll have to check out Prove Your Worth for that. I’m just carrying it around being all mysterious and shit. Is it working?

Kalis shakes Marvin Humperdinks hand and walks out of the room, briefcase in one hand. Marvin looks at his hands for a moment, at his wrist and seems bewildered.

Marvin Humperdink: Wait. Did he just steal my watch?

Outside the door in the hallway…

Simon Kalis: Want a new watch?

Janitor: Sure!

Kalis throws him the watch and whistles as we fade to ringside.

*****A True Test*****

Bubba J walks down the hall, coming to the door marked “Jeremy Gold”, he tests the knob, which is unlocked, and goes in. Looking around he doesn’t see that damn boxing kangaroo and quickly heads over to Jeremy’s desk before riffling through his file cabinets. He smiles as he comes out with a very full bag of white powder and chuckles.

Bubba J: Now, lets see if JT Whiplash is serious about staying in Rebel Pro, see if that hot piece of ass Bailey Rose can keep him from sniffing all of this stuff.”

Bubba J sticks his head out of the door, while placing the bag into his brown paper bag, and seeing no one walks out. We follow him as he turns right down a hall and comes up on a door that reads “JT Whiplash” in bold black letters. J knocks on the door and after hearing no one inside, opens up and heads in. J looks around, seeing no one he places the brown paper bag on the table and writes “To: JT Whiplash” before hurriedly walking back out of the dressing room. Shutting the door, he whistles as he heads somewhere else in the building, having given JT a true test to see if he is willing to stay.

*****Shelley‘s Never Back Down*****

The Rebel cameras pan across the hallway, and into Gabe Shelley’s locker room. Shelley’s twin nieces are in the locker room with him. and they’re all screaming.

Noelle Shelley: NO! We are NOT letting you go out there alone!

Aria Shelley: We’re going with you!

He grabs his vest out of his locker as he shakes his head.

Gabe Shelley: You girls should just really stay out here. There’s no reason I can’t be out there by myself.

Noelle Shelley: Are you serious? Its a first blood match! We’re going! Aria grab your title!

Aria grabs Noelle’s and her own BWF tag titles off the chair and hands Noelle hers. Noelle and Aria start to follow their Uncle out of the locker room.

Gabe Shelley: Noelle, Aria, I’m serious. This is not my first match like this, far from it. I’ve been in worse matches and I’ve been in this exact situation a dozen times. There is nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine.

He holds up his hand and points to the bench.

Gabe Shelley: Just stay here, okay?

Noelle and Aria look at each other and Noelle raises an eyebrow.

Noelle Shelley: And if we don’t?

Gabe Shelley: You’re grounded? No desert after dinner? You have to eat all of your veggies? No television for a week?

He starts to laugh and just shakes his head.

Gabe Shelley: I mean it girls, I’ll be fine.

Noelle Shelley: No you won’t.

Gabe looks at Noelle and Aria takes a deep breath

Aria Shelley: What she means is… We know you can’t focus out there….

Gabe Shelley: I can… Don’t doubt what I can do or what I can focus on.

He tries to play it off as he slams his locker door and starts to put on his vest.

Aria Shelley: Uncle Gabe… Don’t do this match… We know you’re too worried about Alexia…

The girls look at their Uncle.

Gabe Shelley: I have to, Aria. Shelley’s just don’t drop out of matches minutes away from them happening. I’m going out there and compete just like I always would. I have to.

He starts to head towards the locker room door and turns back to them.

Gabe Shelley: If I don’t, then it’ll be all I can think about and I’ll lose it. I have to do this.

The girls look at each other again as Gabe walks out of the locker room.

*****Violet Harper versus Gabe Shelley*****

DING DING!

Mikey Massacre: There’s the bell, and we’re underway in this one…

Linzi Martin: I wonder what sort of hot action Violet can come up with this week?

As both combatants circle each other, the finally lock up for a test of strength with Gabe gaining the early advantage as Violet arches her back on the canvas due to the leverage. Violet then regains her composure and takes Shelley down with an arm-drag of sorts, followed by another Ricky Steamboat-style armdrag takedown, followed up with a dropkick that sends Shelley rolling out of the ring in frustration.

Mikey Massacre: What a quick pace set so far by Violet Harper!

Linzi Martin: I bet she’s not that quick in the sack…

Mikey Massacre: Fine, rub it in…

As Shelley pounds the mat in frustration, he grabs a ring-side chair and charges toward the ring, but gets met with a baseball slide drop-kick to the face. Violet then pushes Gabe Shelley against the guard rail and lets loose with a few knife-edged chops, followed by the obligatory “WOOOOOO!!!” from the fans. She then grabs a fan’s beer at ring-side, takes a swig of it, and spits it in Gabe’s face, blinding him temporarily.

Linzi Martin: Stick it to him, Violet!

Mikey Massacre: What a perfectly good waste of alcohol!

As Violet then charges toward Gabe as he moves toward the ring steps, he does a drop-toe hold to her onto the ring steps, knocking her loopy for a little bit. Gabe then tears away some of the protective matting at ring-side and proceeds to do his trademark Jersey Cutter (Twist of Fate) onto the concrete.

Linzi Martin: Oh no! Gabe just cracked her skull! Come on Violet, baby, GET UP!

Mikey Massacre: You know, Linzi, I’m young, I’m hung, and I’m skilled with my-

Linzi Martin: Stuff it, Mikey!

Gabe then drags Violet Harper inside the ring and proceeds to stomp on her a couple of times as he then picks her up for a Cannon Ball (Reverse Lung Blower) and drops her like a sack of potatoes. The impact of the move on Gabe’s bad knee causes him to momentarily clutch at his knee and wince as he finally goes for the cover.

Mikey Massacre: It looks like Gabe Shelley has messed up his knee again, but he’s still going for the cover…

One…

Two…

Linzi Martin: YES! Violet kicks out!

Gabe pounds his fists on the canvas as he limps out of the ring and goes for a black bag as he sprinkles it over the canvas, revealing the contents to be shards of broken glass as he makes an Irish Whip attempt onto Violet, but she reverses it and comes up with a Shining Wizard in the corner, knocking Gabe loopy in the process. As he sits out cold in the bottom of the corner, Violet puts a chair in front of Gabe’s face as she runs off the ropes and hits a brutal chair-assisted Face Wash kick as Violet goes back on the offensive attack.

Mikey Massacre: Ouch town, population: You, Gabe Shelley!

Linzi Martin: Oh my GOD, that’s hot!

Violet Harper then goes to the outside and reaches under the ring looking for something as she finally pulls out a 15-foot high steel ladder and positions herself just over the shards of broken glass from earlier as she starts to climb the ladder while Gabe is starting to come to.

Mikey Massacre: What in the HELL is she doing?

Linzi Martin: Making me go into spontaneous orgasms, that’s what she’s doing!

Mikey Massacre: … oh boy…

Violet gets to the top of the ladder, balances herself, and leaps off with her Purple Haze (Shooting Star Press into a DDT) onto the shards of broken glass, driving Gabe Shelley head-first, causing him to bleed on his head profusely as the fans chant “RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO! RE-BEL PRO!”.

Linzi Martin: OH MY GOD, THAT WAS AWESOME!

Referee Jimmy Johnson starts counting down the minute for Gabe Shelley to make Violet Harper bleed, but shortly after he starts counting, he stops when he notices a bleeding gash on Violet Harper’s right arm. He looks at it and tells Violet the match is now going to pinfall or submission!

Mikey Massacre: Wow, what a tough break for Violet Harper as Gabe Shelley was NOT going to get up after that…

Linzi Martin: You’ve GOT to be kidding me…

Violet pounds the canvas in disbelief as she argues with referee Jimmy Johnson, but during the argument, Shelley starts to stir. As Violet sees Gabe start to get up, he blocks a right hand punch by her and slams his good knee into her gut. Gabe goes for a clothesline, but when he turns around, Violet drills him with a Spinning Backfist. They both stop as someone appears to be coming down to the ring.

Mikey Massacre: Who the hell is that?

Linzi Martin: And she’s wearing one of Gabe’s hoodies!

We can clearly make out the female figure, but the hood over her head is too low for the camera to catch a glimpse of who she is. Violet Harper backs off, watching carefully incase of a double team, but Gabe seems as out of the know as her. The woman hops up onto the ring apron and Gabe approaches her.

Linzi Martin: Seems to me he’s all, “oh why are you here?! You should leave!” but I’m not a good lip reader.

Mikey Massacre: Yeah but I don’t think Violet cares, watch out Gabe!

The mysteriously hooded woman jumps down and as Gabe turns around he’s met with a sudden kick right to his face, sending Gabe down out cold to the canvas as Violet scampers up the top rope and hits her Corkscrew 630 Senton Bomb as Violet quickly hooks the leg and goes for the pin.

Mikey Massacre: Here’s the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

Linzi Martin: WAY TO GO, BABY!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… VIOLEEEEEEEEEEET HARRRRRRRPERRRRRRR!!!

Mikey Massacre: Solid effort by Gabe Shelley, but right now, Violet Harper is damned near unstoppable… whoever faces her at “Prove Your Worth” has got a real challenge on their plate!

Linzi Martin: I really hope I get to party in her pants…

Mikey Massacre: I would too-

Linzi slaps Mikey upside the head as we practically hear Mikey whimpering.

Linzi Martin: Still whoever it was who interfered? They’re gonna get it.

*****THE AFTERMATH*****

As the bell rings and Gabe Shelley lays on the mat bleeding, the curtains open and the Shelley Twins run down the ramp and slide into the ring. They crawl over to their Uncle and start to help him to his feet with the lights in the arena go out and a familiar voice is heard..

Alexia Fender: Gabe… Gabe….? GABE!

Gabe Shelley wipes the blood from his forehead and he turns his attention to the video feed playing on the screen. He shouts something towards the entrance way as he leans on the ropes to help hold him up. The twins stand beside their Uncle and also turn their attention to the video feed, the screen finally comes to life, showing Alexia Fender tied to a chair, looking around, crying, shes looking around the room. Noelle’s jaw drops, and Aria screams.

Aria Shelley: ALEXIA!

Alexia keeps looking around, a mans laugh is heard, and someone walks into the frame, behind Alexia. Standing behind her is Gabe’s older brother, JC. He smiles into the camera and runs his fingers through Alexia’s hair. He sighs deeply and smacks his lips.

JC Shelley: Gabriel, I know you knew I had her. I also know you have no idea where to find me. Did you know how easy it was to take her right off the street? You let her go around a town she’d never been in all by herself. You didn’t keep your eye on the prize. Didn’t dad always tell you to do that? You never did listen did you? Now I promise you that you will never, ever find her. Kiss your happy little family goodbye, Gabriel.

Gabe’s face is bright red in anger as he squeezes the ropes and breathes heavily. Noelle grabs a mic and raises it to her lips. Noelle looks over at her Uncle and her twin sister, who is crying. She takes a deep breath hoping they can hear her.

Noelle Shelley: ALEXIA!

Alexia’s eyebrows raise from under her blindfold and she looks around.

Alexia Fender: Noelle?

Noelle climbs up on the bottom rope, screaming into the mic.

Noelle Shelley: DAD! LET HER GO! NOW!

JC Shelley: No.

He chuckles as Alexia’s sobs are still heard.

JC Shelley: Gabriel, you’ve always had everything you’ve ever wanted. I learned something over the years that I should have seen a long time ago. If I want to hurt you I don’t go after you personally. I go after the people you love. That’s right, Alexia. Good ol’ Gabriel still loves you, didn’t you know? Now he’s never going to get you back.

He pulls the back of her head by her hair and brings the camera down to it, placing his cheek against hers.

JC Shelley: Now you’ll live in regret for the rest of your life.

Alexia Fender: They’re gonna find you… All three of them, your daughters included!

Alexia cringes as JC pulls on her hair again.

Noelle Shelley: DAD STOP IT!

JC Shelley: No, Noelle. You turned your back on your real family so you’re just as much to blame. You did exactly what your uncle did so many years ago when he walked out the door and left his family behind. This is what happens, this is what he deserves.

All this time Gabe’s eyes are focused on the screen but he’s unable to speak.

JC Shelley: Say goodbye, Alexia.

Alexia Fender: When they find you… They’re gonna kill you!

Alexia turns her head and spits in JC’s f ace.JC smiles and then backhands her and puts a hankerchief in her mouth to stop her from talking. He wipes the spit off and shakes his head.

JC Shelley: Women, can’t live with ‘em. Eh, Gabriel? Any last words? Because I promise you this is the last time you’ll get to see her.

Gabe keeps staring at the screen and slowly raises a microphone up to his mouth.

Gabe Shelley: I will find her, I will find you, I will beat you within an inch of your life. That much is sure but the one thing you need to decide is what’s going to happen to you this time once your ass is in jail. You might not make it out, I’ll see to it. Alexia, I will find you.

Alexia nods so Gabe knows she can hear him, ut screams through the hankerchief as JC backhands her across the face again, tears running down Alexia’s face.

JC Shelley: Just try.

Gabe goes to speak again as the feed is cut off and he throws to microphone and falls to his knees in the ring.

*****Church of Hardcore*****

We cut to backstage and as the camera rounds the corner we see one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Bubba J getting swarmed by several members of Legions congregations. Bubba drops one with a heavy right hand and sends another slamming into the wall headfirst.

Bubba J: This all you got!? I ain’t even breakin’ a sweat!

Just then a trio of followers tackle Bubba and try to drag him to the ground. Like a quarterbacker, he starts to shrug off the men one by one. Bodies are starting to pile up everywhere.

Bubba J: Can we hurry this up? I got shit to do!

Rushing into frame we see the demented Piggy charge at Bubba J. He slams a golf club into the ribs of Bubba! We hear a muffled ‘Ugh’ from the double tough Tag Champ.

Bubba J: Freak bitch….

Another shot to the ribs and Bubba slumps against the wall. Piggy squeals in delight and charges in, the golf club held high overhead. Bubba swings up his leg and connects between the legs of Piggy who gives us another, yet higher pitched squeal.

Bubba J: Heheh, didn’t know if you even had anything down there for me to hurt.

Piggy doubles over and staggers away but before Bubba can move the massive Mammon slams into him sandwiching him against the wall. We can hear as the air is knocked out of Bubbas lungs and the monster Mammon doesn’t help matters as he lands a trio of heavy left hands into the ribs of Bubba.

Bubba J: Fuck…Fuck…You….

Another heavy left hand to the gut and Bubba slides down to the floor where he’s grabbed by Mammon and held from behind. Piggy crawls over to Bubba and gets into his face.

Piggy: (squeal) You aren’t tough! (a snort) Legion wants you fatty….

Bubba J: I…I ain’t….Hard ta find….Fucker.

Piggy slaps Bubba and Mammon shoves him to the floor. Before Bubba can get back to his feet the congregation seem to vanish into the dark hallways.

Bubba J: Oh it’s fuckin’ on now boys…..You done fucked up.

Bubba breathes heavily as he looks up and we fade to ringside…

*****Justin Case, Cuz Ya Never Know!*****

We fade to just outside The Millennium Game’s locker room, where the door swings open and Simon Kalis can be seen exiting. Inside the locker room we see Case nodding and smiling in Hugh Aredone’s direction.

Mikey Massacre: I smell a plot to take out Marvin Wood! And I love it!!!

Linzi Martin: REBEL Pro! FUCK YEAH!

Case walks out of the locker room followed by Hugh Aredone and they head towards the entrance as we fade to ringside…

*****AoWF TV Title Tournament- Round 2*****
*****Justin Case(REBEL) versus Marvin Wood(Victory!)*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled as a FIRST BLOOD SPECIAL and is the semi-finals of the AoWF Television Championship tournament! Introducing first, from Victory Wrestling! He hails from Pontefract, England!

The first few chords of Edward Elgar’s fourth Pomp & Circumstance March are played from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, “The Purist” Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

Jenny Jersey: He is the Victory Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion… MARVIN WOOD!!!!

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits. The REBEL Pro crowd BOOS him loudly, but Wood keeps his calm and focus.

Mikey Massacre: Security is tight for this match, we don’t want a repeat of last week. I still say Vincent Black won.

Linzi Martin: History will say differently, sadly.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent… Representing REBEL Pro WRESTLING!!!!!!

The crowd ALL rise to their feet and begin a thunderous applause.

Jenny Jersey: He hails from Edmonton, Alberta Canada…

” Victory ” by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor.

Jenny Jersey: He is The Millennium Game…. JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIIIIIN CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!!!!!!!

Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends. He goes toe to toe with Wood, looking down at Wood and smirking.

Mikey Massacre: These guys exchanged quite a few words over the week, but we’re past talking.

Linzi Martin: Now it’s all about the fight, and the winner is one step closer to AoWF Championship Gold!

DING DING DING

They immediately begin a power grapple for dominance, both men struggling to push down and enforce their will and power over the other. Case holds himself over Wood, but then Wood pushes back and holds himself over Case. The crowd sits on the edge of their seats as they watch, but both men break off and push each other away. They begin circling the ring following the simple strength test, which left no clear winner.

Mikey Massacre: I expect we’ll be seeing some of Case’s more technical abilities tonight as he goes up against the Victory Champ.

Linzi Martin: You’re probably right.

Wood moves in now and hits a hip toss on Case that takes him down to the canvas, but Case rolls with it. Case flips himself back to his feet and hits a spinning heel kick that sends spit out of Marvin Woods mouth. Wood rubs his mouth and then looks back at Case, nodding with calculating eyes. Wood moves in and Case grabs hold of him from behind and hits a Full Nelson suplex to the canvas, the biased REBEL Pro crowd cheering this! Wood rolls away and grabs the ropes, pulling himself to his feet. He steps back but rushes forward, seemingly going for a clothesline but side stepping to avoid contact with Case. Wood capitalizes on the element of surprise, hitting a spinning neck breaker onto Justin Case. They both go down but Case quickly reverses the situation by locking in an ankle lock on Marvin Wood. He elevates it for more pressure, but both men realize that at this point no victory shall be had like this but Wood can feel the strain as he grimaces. Wood powers out, rolling onto his back and then lunging forward from the canvas. He wraps his left arm around Justin Case‘s head, falls back and seems to DDT him into the canvas. Then Wood wraps his legs around Case‘s waist and applies a submission hold, Case winces in pain.

Linzi Martin: Damn that Wood is one peak physical machine.

Mikey Massacre: He may have Case locked in, but he won’t win like this.

Case punches Wood in the ribs blindly and gets out, rolling away. Both men get to their feet and grapple again. Case hits a vertical suplex but Wood quickly gets back to his feet and unleashes a vicious clothesline on Case! The Millennium Game bounces off the canvas and right back to his feet, and Wood grabs onto Justin Case and goes for a power slam! Case hits the canvas but bounces right back up to his feet and Wood seems ready to pounce again, but Case dodges a grapple, kicks Stone in the gut and hooks both his arms up for a double underhook DDT! Case follow it up as he bounces off the ropes and lands a leg drop on the back of The Purists head. Case has had enough as he hops over the top rope, to the apron and now down to outside the ring.

Mikey Massacre: Oh boy. I think Case is about to go REBEL Pro on Wood now.

Linzi Martin: Awwwww shit SON!

Hugh Aredone reaches into his suit and pulls out a towel… A towel??? It’s wrapped around something. Case unfurls the towel, and it’s a crowbar! Tightly wrapped with BARBED WIRE!!!! The crowd goes nuts!

Mikey Massacre: Oh that sly son of a bitch. That’s Simon Kalis’ weapon! He must’ve given it for Case to use!!

Linzi Martin: YEAH! GO REBEL PRO!

Wood gets to his feet in the ring as Case slides in behind him and out of sight. Wood turns around… BANG! Case with a swing of the barbed wire crowbar, it meets Marvin Wood’s face! Pieces of flesh rip off with it, Wood is BLEEDING! MARVIN WOOD IS BLEEDING!!! THE COUNTER BEGINS!

Mikey Massacre: My GOD the crowd is going NUTS!!!! Justin Case is less than one minute away from one of the biggest wins in his career! Wood is bleeding!

Linzi Martin: NOW RUN JUSTIN! RUN AND DON’T LOOK BACK!

Wood staggers, he’s feeling the pain now.

Fans: WELCOME TO REBEL PRO! WELCOME TO REBEL PRO!

Wood looks around, dazed and a bit angered. Case with another swing! Wood falls to his knees, holding his face as he bleeds! The counter is at 30 seconds left!

Mikey Massacre: DO IT JUSTIN! REMIND THE WORLD WHY YOU’RE A BONAFIDE LEGEND!

Linzi Martin: Oh, I’m so excited. I need an umbrella!

Case goes for another swing, but Wood blocks it. Hello, did you forget he’s the super duper awesome Victory Champion? He isn’t going down without a fight. Counter is at 20 seconds!

Mikey Massacre: Why would you need an umbrella? We’re in a dry arena.

Wood fights to his feet, cracking Justin Case repeatedly in the face with well placed lefts and rights! He has no choice! Case stumbles back, couner is at 15 seconds!

Linzi Martin: The arena might not be wet, but I am!

Mikey Massacre: Oh… Oh… OHHHHHHH! Oh my.

Wood tries to grapple! Case blocks it!

10!

Case with a head butt, Wood stumbles back.

9!

Wood goes for a left, Case blocks!

8!

Wood kicks Case in the gut! Case keels forward!

7!

Marvin Wood with a European uppercut! Case head flies back up!

6!

Case goes for a super kick!!!! Wood catches his leg!

5!!!

Wood spins Justin Case around!

4!!

Wood grabs onto Case, wrapping his head into his left arm!

3!!!!

WOOD WITH AN IMPLANT DDT!!!

2!!!

CASE’S FACE LANDED ON THE BARBED WIRE CROWBAR!!! OH MY FUCK!

1!!!!

CASE IS BLEEDING!!! JUSTIN CASE IS BLEEDING!!! THE MATCH GOES ON TO PINFALL OR SUBMISSION!

The crowd is having a massive collective heart attack, everyone is going nuts. The crowd is getting rowdy again as last week, but in a good way. Wood looks up at the timer, stopped dead at 1 second. He sighs in relief.

Linzi Martin: OH MAN I LOVE THIS PLACE!!! I’m on the edge of my seat!!!!

Mikey Massacre: GET UP JUSTIN! FINISH HIM!!!!

Case looks groggy as hell, and Wood covers him.

1!

2!!

THREEEEE- NO!!! JUSTIN CASE KICKS OUT! REBEL Pro is still in it!!!!

Wood gets to his feet, but so does Case. Both men are groggy but Case grapples Wood! He twists him around and whips him into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER!!! Case quickly rolls Wood up!

1!

2!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!

JUSTIN CASE WINS..

NO! NO!! NO!!! WOOD HAD HIS SHOULDER UP JUSSSSST BEFORE THE 3!

Mikey Massacre: We need brown paper bags, everyone is hyper ventilating.

Linzi Martin: *Breathing heavily*

Case slams his fist on the canvas but he doesn’t have time to be angry as Wood grabs him by the legs, INDIAN DEATH LOCK! Oh my fuck that’s gotta hurt, Wood is a masterful wrestler! Case is screaming, writhing in pain!!! Case looks ready to tap out! He raises his arm, his fist clenched as he sweats, bleeds and breathes REBEL fucking Pro. The crowd is on their feet, cheering him on not to give out. Wood is so clinical in his application of the death lock, there seems like no hope for Case! But Case finds some inner strength! He begins wildly throwing himself forward to strike at Wood and get Wood to let go of the hold. Finally, Wood does!

Mikey Massacre: We’re back in it! Never thought I’d be cheering Justin Case, but hell. Everyone in REBEL Pro is right now!

Linzi Martin: If that’s what you call it.

Linzi lifts her hand back up and licks her fingers clean, smiling. Mikey’s eyes go O_O.

Case is up. Wood is up. Case stumbles forward. He goes for Just 2 Talented! Wood counters, pushes Case off of him. IMPERFECT TENSE!!! WOOD WITH IMPERFECT TENSE!!! Wood covers!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Wood is on his knees, wiping the blood off his face.

Jenny Jersey: The winner and moving on to the finals of the AoWF TV Title tournament… Victory Wrestlings MARVIN WOOD!!!!

The crowd is still cheering, offering both men a standing ovation as Wood is handed his Victory Wrestling World Heavyweight title. Wood raises his arms high in the air, Case seems disappointed as he wipes the blood from his face and we fade to one last shot of Wood victorious.

*****The Joke‘s On You!*****

The REBELTron has a static picture now, nothing is clear. All we see is…

STATIC

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Style Clash defeats Jeremy Gold & his obese parody tag partner and they break the ring.
J.T. Whiplash defeats Lucious Starr and continues his rise!
Violet Harper defeats Gabe Shelley and then we see the emergence of a blood feud! YEAH!
Marvin Wood defeats Justin Case and moves on sadly, but they’re both awesome and it was fun.