Aggression 9-24-2010

** Parking Lot **

We open up and see Dr. Tittylover & Chris Casino walking from their car (well Casinos car) to the Arena.

CASINO: You excited about tonight? You and Blue!

TITTYLOVER: N***A I got wood right now!

CASINO: Ugh, sorry I even asked.

TITTYLOVER: You gonna be at ringside?

CASINO: I wouldn’t miss this for anything you sick freak.

TITTYLOVER: That’s my boy!

Casino slows up and watches as Tittylover gets engulfed by fans.

CASINO: (sadly) Yeah…I’m your boy.

Aggression
Orlando Rec Center

Orlando, Fl

September 24, 2010

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Akuma being led from the backstage to the ring by a dog collar, Jester laughing but the sound muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The duo step into the ring and the shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs!

“You got some attitude”

UP! AND! DOWN!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick holding up the Carolinas belt before the belt dissolves into the current Rebel Pro Aggression title.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Grandpa Gary delivering the Sixty Year Old Stunner onto Moke Doshky.

“Attitude, attitude”

Another transition to Grandpa Gary holding the Aggression title.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

GRANDPA GARY: BACON!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Dr. Tittylover picks Maverick up…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mothership Connection!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Venar stands at the top of the ladder, looking down with both Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts in hand, he drops one down to Johnny Maverick.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

JENNY JERSEY: Juggernauts, Bitch!

“You got some attitude”

Casino walking down a hallway, wrestling bag slung over his shoulder and a very confident look on his face. As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marcus Marion comes into focus as he jumps up and delivers the Revolutionary Thrill to “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Marcus stands up, holding the World Title over his shoulder, Nicole Rhodes beside him and both looking smug and confident enough for the entire roster.

“You got some attitude”

Akuma has Justin Case up.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Facebuster into the case of beer bottles! Case counters with a facebuster to Akuma into the glass bottles!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Mother what a counter!

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

The Final Countdown starts to play on the Rec Center’s PA and Rob Robinson, the Phoenix, makes his way through the empty seats to the ring once again. He’s carrying a file folder with him as he hops the barricade and climbs into the ring. Once he’s in the ring, he doesn’t take time to pose, he just motions towards the sound tech to stop his music.

The Phoenix: You know, I figured since I’m paying for all this I could at least get my music played properly when I enter the ring. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about this week. What I really want to discuss is all the bitching and moaning I’ve heard over the last week about people not being happy with the empty Rec Center here. Apparently these folks didn’t listen to a damn word I said last week, because I quite clearly explained everything. But since the Rebel Pro roster and fans have all the smarts of a pair of dirty socks, I’ll recap it briefly and I’ll do my best to use small words while I do it.

The Phoenix: First, I hate Rebel Pro. I’m a pro wrestler and Rebel Pro spits in the face of everything I’ve spent my life building. So, I’m going to destroy Rebel Pro. Got all that so far? I could just leave well enough alone and eventually Rebel Pro would go down by itself considering the complete and total lack of cash flow. But that could take a while and in the meantime some fool that didn’t know better could find Rebel Pro and think this is what wrestling is all about. So I Bring Rebel Pro to Orlando to play in an empty arena to piss off the roster and alienate the fans.

The Phoenix: So to all the guys in the back that don’t like wrestling in front of empty seats, first off, don’t act like you’re not used to it. But second, if you really don’t like it, leave. Seriously, quit Rebel Pro, pack your bags and get the fuck home. Please do it. Seriously, make my job easier. In fact, if anyone wants to quit and go home, I was gracious enough to bring in some Greyhound vouchers for you.

The Phoenix tosses the file folder on to the announcer’s table.

The Phoenix: There, just talk to Chet or Rob and they’ll

make sure your sorry asses gets home. So what’s it gonna be? Are you going to pack up and go home, killing Rebel Pro in the process? I’m not gonna lie, I really hope you do. Unforunately, I know that most of you aren’t smart enough to do the right thing and send Rebel Pro to the grave like it deserves. So for those of you that stay, shut your stupid mouths and do your goddamn jobs. But be very aware, Rebel Pro’s days are numbered and there’s not a thing you can do to change that. I’m a legend in this business and you’re all less than a bunch of nothings. If I say I’m going to destroy this dump, it will happen, count on it.

The Phoenix: And I’ve got one more thing to say. I know that there’s going to be plenty of pissed off people behind the curtain and they’re probably going to want to get some revenge for everything I’ve been saying. Please feel free to try.

The Phoenix holds up a ticket.

The Phoenix: Do you see this? I’m the only paying customer in the Rec Center. If anyone lays a hand on me, on a person that isn’t a Rebel Pro contracted wrestler? Hell, even if Larry Gordon could afford a lawyer, there’s not a chance in hell he wouldn’t lose the company over the lawsuit I’d bring down on his ass. So please, please, please just one guy, lay a single finger on me so I can put Rebel Pro out of its misery real quick. Like I said, Rebel Pro is going down either way, but tonight one of you can decide if it dies a slow and painful death or a quick and easy one.

The Final Countdown starts to play again as the Phoenix leaves the ring.

We came back from commercial to find Reaver and Charles Bryant in the ring already and going at it. With the removal of the Aggression Title match, this match was moved to air on the card. Reaver was able to lift the larger Bryant up with a German suplex and causing Bryant’s head to slam into a steel chair. Reaver was able to leap over and bounce off the ropes with a springboard Asai moonsault, floating into a cover. He only got two, but that was because he pulled himself off the pin at the last second thanks to Simon’s orders on the outside. Reaver lifted Charles up, throwing the chair at his face and nailing an enziguri assisted chair kick to his head, before following it up with a steel chair assisted top rope double foot stomp. Simon had Reaver go after the shooting star press as well and Reaver nailed it perfectly. Charles’ face and head is bloody from the multiple chair shots and Reaver stands on his face for the pin and win.

We head to commercial and plan to come back with Jacob Venar vs JT Whiplash.

The bell sounded in the empty arena as The Phoenix paid little attention to the match. JT Whiplash and Jacob Venar locked up, exchanging many holds, reversing, and counter holds during the match. Most thought this would go hardcore, giving Jacob Venar last week and JT’s history over the past years. However, this match stayed on the techinical side with Jacob continuously going to a side headlock. JT would counter by throwing Jacob into the ropes, to slap on a side headlock of his own. Jacob with a German suplex, but in the next instant JT would break out, to deliver a German suplex of his own to Venar. JT was climbing to the top turnbuckle when Marcus Marion came out from the back, delivering a steel chair shot to JT’s back. JT fell on the canvas, and thanks to a DDT moments earlier, Jacob had no idea that Marion got involved. Marcus headed to the back and after he was in the back Jacob climbed up top and hit SMW for the pin and the win. The camera cut over to The Phoenix to see him napping in his King’s throne chair.
And we pan into the ring, Jenny Jersey, Rebel Pro’s most eye-candy ring announcer, is standing with a mic in-hand. A desk is set up, along with two pens and a single sheet of paper on said desk. We are eager to hear what Jersey has to say, and when she begins, we really wish they didn’t.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce the official Rebel Pro World title contract signing between challenger Justin Case and Rebel World Champion Marcus Marion.

Silence.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing to the ring first, as per requested, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia, he weighs in at 234 and a half pounds. He is THE self-proclaimed Rebel Pro main-event, THE Revolutionary and Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…MARCUS MARION!

At that, “My Michelle” by GNR plays over the PA system. Marion, coming out to the ring as if he was accepting an Academy Award, makes it all dramatic. A true “aww shucks” type of moment. The Rebel World title is nowhere to be found, only the Bad Girl at his side.

Giving a cold look Jersey’s way, there is no love lost between them, Marion and Rhodes make their way into the squared circle. Once inside, gold spotlights assault the center of the ring, resting squarely on Marion… oh, how the crowd would hate this. Marion would bath in their contempt, hamming it up.

JENNY JERSEY: So, Mr. Marion, where is the Rebel Pro World

title? This is a contract signing match and, well, we can’t have a contract signing without the World title, it’s a time honored tradition.

Marion, being afforded a mic from Nicole who picked one from outside, all but snarls at Jersey.

MARCUS MARION: Under your skirt. That’s WHERE it’s at. Have a problem with that, wench?

Jersey, remaining calm, simply responds with…

JENNY JERSEY: I am out here at the behest of Mr. Gordon to see that a World title match gets signed. The fans at home want to see this signing as well as the rest of the show in its entirety.

Being difficult on purpose, Marion checks her with…

MARCUS MARION: So. I could care less about “tradition”. But, since the sight of you is like a flesh-tearing hell, ripping my skin off. I want this to be as quick as possible so I’ll bite, you and the “sheep” in their ducttaped recliners at home get to see THE World title tonight.

At that, the same four muscle-bound brutes from the last Aggression, haul a wooden platform out, with the World title resting comfortably on pillows. Marion leans over the ropes, then grabs ahold of the World title, slinging it over his right shoulder.

MARCUS MARION: Eh, don’t even bother going through the motions introducing Case, he’s NOT the World Champion, and so, he should get NO entrance. Show me to your leader – where’s that pen and paper?

“Victory” hits up in the speakers as Marion leans down to sign the contract, the pen poised right above the “X”

JUSTIN CASE: Marion, my good fellow.”

Case looks around, the non existent crowd not bothering him in the least, he is still Justin Case crowd or not.

JUSTIN CASE: Don’t let me bother you, go ahead and put your untalented signature to that contract, but I do warn you that signing it…

Justin steps up onto the apron, now into the ring.

JUSTIN CASE: Signing that paper, will be like signing your will. Go ahead and consider it signing your will…

Justin makes a motion for Marion to continue, but the hated blonde stands back up.

MARCUS MARION: What do you mean Case? You come out here with all of your pomp and circumstance, but yet, is it you that has the World Title.

Marion makes a motion as though he is looking for it on Justin’s person.

MARCUS MARION: I don’t see it… oh wait, there it is… and is it in your posession? No, it is in the hands of its rightful owner and rightful Champion… The One… Marcus Marion.

Case steps up across the table, nose to nose with Marion.

MARCUS MARION: You may be the Millenium Game, but I… Marcus Marion… am The Main Event! I am The Revolutionary! I! Am! Marcus! Marion!

Marcus quickly signs the paper, Case staring him down the entire time.

MARCUS MARION: Sign the line Case, because just like the hype of the millennium is over, so is your World Title chances.

Case signs the paper, both men now staring at each other.

JUSTIN CASE: Marion, you think you are so smug, well I’ll show you why I’m just too talented and why I rule this f*bleep*king show!

Marion actually smiles, leaning back from Case.

MARCUS MARION: Game Over Case, the real World Champion has returned to play.

Marion and Nicole pass by Case, stepping out of the ring and heading back up the aisle. Marcus leaves the men holding the World Title, to show it off to Case. But wait a second! A man steps from the belt bearers and leans over the paper… He quickly signs his name next to “Referee:”… The signature?

Justin Case turns, not seeing any of this taking place,he stares at Marion. Marion watches as…

JT WHIPLASH SIGNS AS SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!

Johnny came out after Blood and these two began a fast and furious battle. Johnny was ticked off that Blood didn’t bother to record a promo against him and let him have it. Johnny locked on the Perfect Armbar almost to the point of submission before releasing Blood to pull him up to his feet. Johnny leaped in the air to slam his shin into Blood’s face and Maverick went on the offensive using some MMA tactics to get Blood down on the mat where he practiced some ground and pound techniques. Maverick locked on the Perfect Armbar again, but didn’t let Blood submit, instead releasing the hold again. Blood tried to get in some offense when he caught Johnny’s foot, but Maverick leaped up and back, slamming the sole of his boot into Blood’s face. Maverick picked him back up, hitting ABM for the pin and the win in dominating fashion. After the match, Marina Blue came out to point and laugh at Blood openingly, Johnny looked down at his defeated opponent and decided Marina deserved to laugh. Shrugging his shoulders he headed backstage as Marina just laughed at Blood still.

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

“Boom! Do you want it!
Boom! Do you need it!
Boom! Let me hear it!
Ladies & Gentlemen!”

Saliva blasts through the PA!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, representing the team of Cash N’ Ass and being accompanied by Chris Casino, he hails from Funkytown USA and weighs in at 253 pounds….’The Mad Pimp’ Dr. Tittylover!!!!

The team of Cash N’ Ass make their way from the back to a non-ovation from The Phoenix! Tittylover is making sure he greets the cameras in the arena and Casino as always looks to be all business.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“Slip It In” by Black Flag pounds the PA!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in tonight at 123 pounds, she is the Xtreme Porn Goddess….Marina Bluuuuuuuuuue!!!!

She emerges from the back and the men, at home, go crazy (most of whom have seen several of her movies no doubt.) She heads to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Referee Alan Stone looks to be the man in charge tonight as he ushers Casino out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: So for the first time ever, we have Dr. Tittylover & Marina Blue facing off in the ring tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah and I bet they’ll be facing off after the match in her hotel room.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thanks for that horrid mental image.

The bell rings and the two circle each other. Lock up in the center of the ring. Side head lock from Blue. Tittylover shoots her into the ropes and drops her with a shoulder tackle. Blue scrambles back to her feet and gets taken over with a high hip toss. Again the spunky former porn star is quick to her feet and backs herself into a corner. Tittylover closes the gap and takes a boot to the gut. Forearm shot from Blue. Another! Blue pulls herself to the second turnbuckle and takes flight. Missile dropkick to the chest of Tittylover sends the sex fiend rolling to the outside! Blue readies herself, watches as Tittylover turns his attention back to her and slams into him with a baseball slide that sends him crashing back into the guard rails!

COREY TAYLOR: She’s taking it to the freak! No doubt to his delight!

ROB MARTINEZ: One has to wonder if Tittylover is to much of a ‘fan’ of her former work to do much harm to her.

Blue is outside the ring and rolls the bigger man back inside the squared circle. She climbs up onto the ring apron and goes for a springboard body splash. Tittylover gets his knees up just in time! Marina rolls away from him clutching at her gut as ‘The Mad Pimp’ gets back to his feet. Blue is up and rushes at Tittylover only to take a big boot (Bootzilla!) to the face that puts her back onto the mat! Elbow drop across the ample chest of Blue and a cover from Tittylover. Stone gets a count of two before Blue kicks out. Tittylover locks in a reverse chinlock and smiles at the mountains. Blue is able to power herself up enough to execute a jawbreaker on Tittylover that breaks the hold! Tittylover shakes his head clear, rushes at Blue and runs into a monkey flip from his tiny foe! Tittylover rolls to his feet, spins around and gets snapped back to the mat with a hurricanrana!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t forget that even though Blue is much smaller than Tittylover, she once beat both the REBEL and PWA World Champs in the same week.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but those were non title matches! She hasn’t really done anything since coming to REBEL.

ROB MARTINEZ: She once beat Dirty Money for the Tag Titles.

COREY TAYLOR: ……..

Blue is measuring Tittylover as he slowly gets to his feet. She goes for a high kick to the head but Tittylover blocks it! Goozle! Chokeslam from Tittylover! Blue bounces off the mat from the force of the impact and Tittylover follows up with a legdrop! A cover! Another count of two as Blue gets a shoulder up! Tittylover is up and starts to pull Blue up as well when she unleashes a dreaded Ball Claw! The men at the announcers’ table groan and instantly grab their privates in ‘phantom pain’ but Tittylover is smiling! Blue looks confused and grabs his junk with her other hand! A two handed ball claw!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah! Make her stop! My boys are trying to crawl for help here!

Headbutt from Tittylover drops Blue to a seated position on the mat! Tittylover reaches into his leather pants and pulls out a diamond encrusted cup! Tittylover whacks the cup off of the head of Blue and it flies out of the ring and into the empty building where they part like the red sea.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, can’t imagine many fans, if there were any here, wanting THAT to take home.

Tittylover pulls Blue up and hoists her up onto his shoulder. She squirms her way free and drops down behind him. Dropkick to the back from Blue sends Tittylover stumbling and falling onto the second ring

rope! Blue goes for her ’6969′ (Mysterios 619) and connects! Tittylover is thrown back and collides with the referee who goes down! Springboard seated senton from Blue! Tittylover is down and pinned and the referee is out! Casino slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait. What’s this?

Superkick from Casino! Blue is down!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t belive it! He just dropped Blue!

COREY TAYLOR: You don’t belive Casino would cheat? Who have you been watching the last few months?

Casino is helping

up Tittylover.

Superkick from Casino!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell!?

COREY TAYLOR: YES!!!

Tittylover is down and we are shocked. Stone is stirring and Casino grabs a dazed Blue and tosses her onto his partner! The referee makes the count! it’s academic as his hand hits the canvas for the third time!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is Casino doing!?

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

A groggy Stone raises the hand of a dazed Blue but both of them are shoved to the mat by an irate looking Chris Casino. He’s grabbed a chair from outside and is waiting for Tittylover to get to his feet. Chairshot to the cranium! ‘The Mad Pimp’ drops like a rock and the imaginary boos start. Casino scans the empty building and smirks. He takes the chair and wedges the foot and ankle of Tittylover inside it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Someone needs to stop him!

Casino stomps down on the chair and Tittylover howls in agony! Again he stomps on the chair and his partners leg is bent at a horrid angle. Casino is yelling for a microphone.

COREY TAYLOR: Give it to him!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is disgusting!

Casino has a mic and stands over his now former partner.

CASINO: Look at you. LOOK. AT. YOU. You’re a JOKE. You made ME a joke. For years I’ve tried to get rid of you. But you always came back! You never stayed away! You didn’t think I could get out of those papers you had drawn up!? I’m Chris Casino you crazy bastard! For months I’ve been held back by people like Krusty and then you but NO MORE. Now I go back to being on my own. Being the main eventer I am.

Casino drops to his knees and gets into the face of Tittylover.

CASINO: Here’s a secret. Not even an hour after I found out REBEL made us teammates, I had my lawyers get me out of that contract. But you know what? I still felt remorse for you. After all these years. I still felt sorry for you. I’ve known you all my life and I can’t change what happened, but you NEVER let it go. You became this….Thing I see before me. I teamed with you and you to help you but it only made me WEAK. Well whose weak now?

Tittylover grabs the microphone out of Casinos hand! Casino looks shocked, more so when the man laying before him….Starts to laugh.

TITTYLOVER: Jokes on you sucka. I saw what a pussy you had turned into down here in REBEL and I came to save you. Just like I always have. I saved you when you was a kid and bein’ ignored by your daddy. I let you love my only daughter because you were like a son to me. I’m sorry I dropped the dime on your old man, but it made you tough didn’t it? Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my precious Zoe, as I’m sure you do, but look what it made us. It made us STARS!

Casino starts to back away from Tittylover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my…This man is total insane.

TITTYLOVER: Look at us Chris. We’re MONSTERS. Forever intertwined. We’ll never be apart. We’ll never….

With a scream Casino stomps down on the chair again and Tittylover screams in pain. Again he stomps on the chair! A third time! Security finally bum rush the ring and pull Casino away from the mad man laying on the mat.

TITTYLOVER: (quietly) Heh…I broke apart your family because I thought I could do better….Then my daughter got killed because of you…It’s all a joke. Life is all a joke….You and I are FREAKS. We deserved all of this….

Casino is dragged out of the ring and the mic is taken from Tittylover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, I simply don’t know what to say about this disturbing situation. Dr. Henry Thomas, the man also known as Dr. Tittylover has simply played another vicious mind game on Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: Geez…If Casino wasn’t crazy enough before…What now?

For now that question has to be unanswered as we close with an image of a maniacal looking Dr. Tittylover laughing and not caring about his shattered leg.

go to black.