Barbed Wire Massacre 2010

Barbed Wire Massacre 2010
Grady Cole Center
Charlotte, NC
5-7-2010

~Megavision~

The camera is on and is bouncing as someone runs with it down a hallway. A hand comes from behind the camera, slamming onto the push bar of the door as we hear Chet Whetlesson behind the camera panting heavily.

CHET WHETLESON: Fans, we just received a tip from an unknown source that there is breaking news in the parking lot.”

He continues breathing hard as both he and the cameraman rush outside to stand in the shadow of the setting sun. The camera pans around.

CHET WHETLESON: Where… Oh. My. God.

The camera snaps around where Chet indicates and there is Jonothan Kurtis, lying on the pavement bloody. J-Kurt is lying face down in a small pool of blood with his hand reaching out for his gym bag. J-Kurt has a gash on the back of his head, but the camera notices a “D” painted on his back in spraypaint.

CHET WHETLESON:(on cell phone) Get the EMTs out here quick, Jonothan Kurtis is down and severely injured.

The phone slaps shut as we fade into the video for Barbed Wire Massacre 2010.

Wrap the wire round the neck,

Several strands of barbed wire shoot onto the screen, moving and folding to make elaborate patterns on the screen.

pull it tight to suffocate

The strands tighten to reveal two words, “Rebel Pro”.

His mouth is spewing steaming blood

Blood begins to drip from the barbs of the wire spelling out “presents…”

Hang the body with a cord, gag his mouth

The strands begin moving wildly again, making no sense to anyone watching.

with shards of steel
He doesn’t know the pain he’ll feel
Interwoven deadly spikes, tightening cables

The strands suddenly tighten spelling out “Barbed Wire Massacre 2010″

lacerate
Assorted gashes open wide
Ruptured veins are gushing blood, scraps of
skin are flying off

The strands of wire fly off to the side as the camera pans around to the over four hundred people in the Grady Cole Center showing a capacity crowd.

The body of the helpless prey

Jagged cable binds, you scream, No escape
Metal barbs tearing at you, Rend your flesh

The camera stops on Rob Martinez, Corey Taylor, and Jenny Jersey.

Tear apart the tendons,
wire chokes the victim
Shred away his features,
shred away his being
Rip the tissue from the body, Rend your flesh

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Barbed! Wire! Massacre! 2010!

The song slowly fades away.

Lacerate, sharp spikes rip
Mutilate, pierce the skin

Mummified in the barbed wire
Breathing stops, life expires
Mummified in the barbed wire
Metal binds as you die

Tangled in a web of pain, No escape
Blood seeps through

the metal sheath,
Saw-like noose

JENNY JERSEY: The first contest is set for one fall with no time limit.

“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets” hits up in the arena, the joyous crowd immediately shower this man with hatred, boos, and all out despise as Steve Parker walks from the back. He waves to the crowd before giving them a double eagle salute while laughing.

JENNY JERSEY: From Boston Massachusetts, he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred and nineteen pounds… he is the New Alberta Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion… “THE STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!

Steve walks down the aisle waving to the crowd as though he is in some big parade. He looks with distaste at the barbed wire surrounding the ring before clicking his tongue with disapproval and gingerly getting into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steve looking like he doesn’t want to get hardcore.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, usually I go against the crowd at all costs, but this NAPW punk wanted to come down here, so… go barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why not pull… actually pull for Jer$ey?

COREY TAYLOR: Because, not even I can sink that low.

“Go Hard” hits up in the speakers as the Rebel Pro faithful get to their feet for the first contest of the show, they are ready to get this card underway. From the back, to the big ovation is “Young Money” Jer$ey, he waves to the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paterson, New Jersey he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… “YOUNG MONEY” JER$EY!

Jer$ey walks down to the ring, slapping fans along his way until he steps up the steps and into the ring, facing off against Steve Parker.

DING DING

Jimmy Johnson talks to both men before stepping out of the way. Collar and elbow lockup center ring. Jer$ey floats into a go behind, Parker slaps his shoulder reversing with a go behind of his own before lifting with a German suplex. Jer$ey uses the momentum to flip himself on over to land on his feet, Steve is shocked at the athleticism and nods to his former partner. Another collar and elbow lockup, Steve with a right hand backs Jer$ey up into the corner, Jer$ey fires back with a right of his own and a second has both men center ring once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well balanced so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on barbed wire… its my chance for redemption!

Jer$ey with a side headlock, Steve whips him into the ropes, Jer$ey bounces off the barbed wire ropes, synching in the hold tighter. Steve fires out with the point of his elbow, a second, and a third finally breaks the hold. Steve grabs him real quick, lifting and delivers an atomic drop that sends Jer$ey forward. Steve rushes forward, American Bulldog from Parker takes Jer$ey down on the canvas. Steve runs towards the ropes, springboard back flip catches Jer$ey’s lifted knees and Steve holds at his midsection in pain. Steve turns away, clutching at his midsection, Jer$ey up and set for a reverse DDT. Parker spins out of the hold, kick right to Jer$ey’s right knee takes him down to one knee. Steve lashes out with a kick to the kneeling Jer$ey, but he catches the foot. Steve delivers an enzeguri, but Jer$ey ducks under the move, having scouted his opponent very well. Jer$ey rushes forward with a side headlock, but Steve drops down avoiding the weakening move, having scouted Jer$ey very well as well. Steve back up quickly, dropkick to his back sends him chest first into the barbed wire covered ropes, Jer$ey bounces back ribbons of blood trickling down his chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jer$ey the first to feel the prickle of the wire.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes!

Steve with a second dropkick sends Jer$ey’s back into the ropes, but Steve springs to the top rope quickly, walking along the top quickly. Toe kick to the side of Jer$ey’s head, but Jer$ey has that counters by catching the foot. Reverse Dragon Screw Legwhip sends Parker spinning the opposite way, allowing Jer$ey to deliver a dropkick right into his ribs sending him into the ropes, tearing a bit of his flesh. Parker screams in frustration, pain, and the fact that he is actually involved with some hardcore aspect of Rebel Pro. Jer$ey boots him in the gut, lifting with a vertical suplex. Steve wiggles in mid air, coming down behind Jer$ey bringing him down with an inverted DDT. Parker makes the cover and Jimmy Johnson is there.

One…

Two…

Jer$ey kicks out with authority and this match is far from over here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jer$ey able to kick out there.

COREY TAYLOR: Steve and Jer$ey must bleed more for me to get my money.

Steve pulls Jer$ey up to his feet, throwing a forearm at his face. Jer$ey catches the arm, tspinning and twisting it behind Parker’s back. Steve drops down, Jer$ey leaps over the counter attempt with an elbow to the back of Steve’s head driving him face first into the canvas. Jer$ey wastes no time in pulling Parker back up to his feet, elbow to the face backs him up center ring. Steve lashes out with a chop and the crowd can’t help the reaction as they “Woooo!” The sound catches Parker off guard, allowing Jer$ey to deliver a chop of his own and the crowd is behind him with a much louder “Wooooo!” Parker returns the chop, Jer$ey returns that chop. Chopfest! Woooo! Woooo! Wooo! Woooo! The chests are reddening from the force of the slaps, Steve goes for another, but changes at the last second, side headlock, he lifts his knee into Jer$ey’s face hard, he throws his head down with force and delivers another lifted knee blow. Jer$ey is on dream street as he looks dazedly at the crowd and Parker. Steve smiles while waving his finger in Jer$ey’s face. Slap to Jer$ey, but he catches the wrist, boot to the midsection, swinging neckbreaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men have gone back and forth, truly testing out who the better man is.

COREY TAYLOR: And the barbed wire has only come into play slightly… damn it!

Jer$ey lifts Steve back up, this time onto his right shoulder, he rushes forward with a running powerslam, Steve slides off his back shoving him hard and shoulder first into the corner. Jer$ey comes out, holding at his shoulder, dropkick from Steve, but Jer$ey avoids it. Steve back up quickly diving at Jer$ey’s midsection with a shoulder tackle, Jer$ey with a DDT sends Steve’s forehead hard into the canvas, he makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on you stupid idiot, use the ropes!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think both of these men want to show that they don’t need weapons to fight, Jer$ey and Steve definitely proving that here.

Jer$ey pulls Steve up to his feet, Parker slams a fist into his kidneys getting him some momentum. Steve hooks the head and cradles the leg, back drop suplex!

COREY TAYLOR: American Suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thought you didn’t like Steve.

COREY TAYLOR: Um… I.. uh… don’t?!

Steve is up,pulling Jer$ey up as well. Forearm to the face, spring off the rope with a kick right to Jer$ey’s face backs him in the corner. Jer$ey’s head lolls back on his neck, Steve runs along the ropes, flipping at the last second to drive both feet into nothing? Jer$ey drops down at the last second and Steve is draped stomach first across the ropes, Jer$ey kicks him right in the face. Steve goes limp on the top rope, causing it to sink slightly. Jer$ey gets him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry slam and runs forward.

ROB MARTINEZ: Million Dollar shot and this one has to be over!

COREY TAYLOR: ….

Jer$ey makes the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

Thr–

Kickout! Steve Parker just kicked out!

COREY TAYLOR: I knew you would!

ROB MARTINEZ: A very devastating move, it has to take something out of his tank.

Jer$ey pulls Steve back up, slamming a palm into the side of his head, but Steve lashes out with a jab to Jer$ey’s ribs getting him to momentarily drop his guard. Steve with a second jab, a third, and now Jer$ey is trying to protect his ribs and kidneys from the attack. Steve drops down, sweeping Jer$ey’s feet out from under him but he leaps at the last second avoiding the sweep. Jer$ey comes down dropping an elbow but Steve rolls out of the way just in time. Steve kips up to his feet, but so does Jer$ey only a few feet away. Both turn to watch the other, they clash and lock together in the center of the ring. Jer$ey shoves Steve backwards, Steve stumbles but here comes Jer$ey.

COREY TAYLOR: Supersize Kick right to the mush baby!

ROB MARTINEZ: Steve with the cover!

One…

Two…

Thr

Kickout!

Steve’s chin hits his chest as he is shocked beyond belief, he turns to Jimmy Johnson and orders his redneck and illerate ass to count simply One! Two! Three! Jimmy says that he will when one of them doesn’t kick out at Two! Steve gets in Jimmy’s face and gives him the business, Jer$ey rolls Steve up from behind and the shocked expression on Steve’s face is priceless before the back of his head slams into the mat.

One…

Two…

Thr–

Kickout!

Steve rolls up to his feet, throwing another superkick at Jer$ey, but he avoids it deftly. Steve spins around, trying to get another type of martial arts kick off, but Jer$ey slams home a superkick of his own! The crowd roars as Steve falls limply to the canvas, out cold. Jer$ey falls on top, hooking the leg and nodding his head as Jimmy slaps the canvas.

One…

Two…

And Jer$ey’s head nods a third time, but Jimmy Johnson doesn’t count a third slap as Steve manages to get a shoulder up.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: I can, Steve is one tough Yankee.

Jer$ey pulls him up, on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry as he climbs to the top rope. Jer$ey looks out to the crowd, intending on a top rope Million Dollar Shot! He leaps, but Steve counters as they roll and Jer$ey’s shoulder slams heavily into the canvas and he goes limp. Steve hurriedly rolls him over, hooking the leg and bracing his feet on the top rope. Steve tries to hide this from Jimmy Johnson before remembering that there are no rules in Rebel Pro.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

The crowd is silent for a moment, before they roar their disapproval and displeasure at Steve picking up the win.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… The Star Spangled Sensation… Steve Parker!

Steve stands there, looking to the crowd smugly before he goes to step out of the ropes. Jer$ey looks disappointed, but shoves himself up to his feet as quickly as he can. He taps Steve on the shoulder, Parker spins around ready to deliver a blow. Jer$ey sticks out his hand in a show of sportsmanship. Steve looks down at it and the crowd warns Jer$ey to not try this with Steve, he is a NAPW guy. Steve looks at the proffered hand for a good fifteen seconds before looking back up to Jer$ey’s face. Steve nods then shakes the hand of Jer$ey as Jer$ey points to Steve.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a show of sportsmanship there by Jer$ey.

COREY TAYLOR: Just a way for him to get in the limelight of Steve Parker one last time before he leaves the ring.

~Commercial~

Rob Martinez walks on the screen, smiling confidently to the camera.

Fans, I know I’m not as beautiful as Jenny Jersey, but I hope that you’ll still be interested in joining us on June 4, 2010 for American Anarchy.”

The scene slowly fades back into the Grady Cole Center.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your special REBEL Street Fight!!!

A roar of approval from the red hot crowd!

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the PA and the capacity crowd unleash nothing but hate towards the man that steps out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, hailing from Glens Falls, New York and weighing in at 341 pounds….Vincent Black!!!!

Black slowly makes his way to the ring, jaw jacking with fans with every step. He takes a moment to stop and yell at a fan holding a sign that read, ‘Black Fears The Spade!!!’

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..

“For The Love Of The Game” by Pillar bleeds through the speakers of the PA and The boos turn to a chorus of approval!

Duncan Aries steps out from the back holding a lead pipe in his hand and a look of intensity on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from San Diego, CA and weighing in at…….

The ever lovely Jenny Jersey stops short as the camera quickly cuts to Black bum rushing Aries in the aisle! Aries slams the lead pipe into the gut of Black and referee Alan Stone calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: And this street fight is official! A lot of bad blood between these two men!

COREY TAYLOR: Why did the referee ring the bell? Neither man has even entered the ring yet! Shenanigans!

Aries again buries the lead pipe into the ribs of Black and the bigger man staggers away trying to get room in between the two men. Aries charges Black and takes the big man down with a shot to the back with the lead pipe! Aries stands over a fallen Black and gets a huge pop from the crowd. Aries takes several steps away from Black, measures him and nails a shining wizard on Black as the big man starts to pull himself up. Aries mounts Black and rains down several hard right hands to the head before Stone can pull him off. Aries shoves the referee aside and returns his attention to Black only to take a kick to the groin that drops him to all fours. Black slowly pulls himself up and drags Aries up to his feet. Black hoists Aries up onto his shoulders and charges down to the ringside area where he slams the back of Aries into the ring apron! Aries drops to his knees clutching his back in pain. A kick to the face from Black puts Aries down on his stomach and now it’s Black who is standing over his former tag partner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are willing to do whatever it takes to end the other mans career tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: As it should be!

Black pulls a barbed wire bat out from under the ring and waits as Aries gets back up to a kneeling position. Black steps behind Aries and starts to grind the barbed wire laced bat into the scalp of Aries! Aries is screaming in pain as blood gushes from the ripped flesh of his forehead! Black pulls away from Black and raises the bloody barbed wire bat above his head. This gives Aries times to swing his arm back and he low blows his former partner! Black doubles over, drops the barbed wire bat to the floor and staggers away as a bloody Aries pulls himself to his feet. Aries picks up the barbed wire bat from the floor and charges Black. Black ducks down and back drops Vincent over the guard rail and into the front row! Fans scatter and security does it’s best to get people out of harms way as Black pulls himself over the guard rail to attack Aries. Black stomps on the barbed wire bat ripping it out of Aries hands and pulls his bloody former tag partner to his feet. An Irish whip into a row of empty chairs from Black!

COREY TAYLOR: Those lucky fans are getting their moneys worth tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: No wonder our insurance is so high.

Aries knocks away several of the chairs he’s crashed through and takes a boot to the face from Black. Vincent is all smiles as he starts to pile up several chairs as Aries struggles to his feet. Aries is scooped up by Black and slammed down into the pile of chairs! Black goes for a cover but Aries gets a shoulder up at two! Black argues with Alan Stone as Aries rolls away from the pile of chairs. Black turns his attention back to Aries and takes a right hand to the gut from his former partner! Another one doubles him over! DDT onto the floor from Aries! Instead of going for a cover, Aries gets to his feet and grabs a crutch from a fan. Black is getting up when he takes a shot into the gut from the crutch! Aries slams the crutch across the back of Black. Aries tosses the mangles crutch back to the hobbled fan and the fan looks ecstatic with his new ‘souvenir.’

COREY TAYLOR: That’ll be on EBay at the end of the night, trust me.

Aries pulls Black up and leads him through the crowd and back towards the ring. Black quickly hooks his arms around Aries and hits a side suplex onto the floor! Both men are laying prone on the hard concrete floor and fans are doing their best to cheer on Aries and also get their faces shown on TV. Black slowly gets up and pulls Aries up with him. Black spits right in the bloody face of Aries! Aries spits back into the face of Black and then follows up with a hard right hand to the skull! Another right hand! A third! Black is trying to cover up from this flurry and never sees Aries pick up a chair. A brutal chair shot across the skull from Aries! Black staggers through the crowd and they part like the red sea. Another wicked chair shot across the back! Black actually shoves a fan in the path of Aries trying to buy him some time. Stone gets the fan out of the way and Aries charges Black. Spine buster on the floor from Black! Black looks down at a bloody Aries who is writhing on the floor clutching at his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God he could have broken his back with that move!

COREY TAYLOR: (muttering) Hopefully.

Black peels Aries off the floor and leads him away from the crowd and into the lobby, the camera crew do their best to keep up with the mayhem. The duo find themselves at the merchandise table and Black attempts to position Aries for The New Hope. Backdrop onto the floor from Aries! A bloody Aries grabs a tee shirt and wraps it around the throat of Black trying to choke him out. Black reaches back and rakes the face of Aries causing a break and pulls the bloody shirt from around his neck. Black tosses the shirt into the crowd and the fans fight for it like rabid dogs. Hard right hand from Black sends Aries reeling. A chop across the massive chest of Black has the fans ‘Wooooooooooooo’ing’ in unison.

Another stiff right hand from Black!

Another chop from Aries!

Right hand from Black!

Chop from Aries!

Another stiff right hand from Black!

Another chop from Aries!

Right hand from Black!

Chop from Aries!

Chop from Aries!

Chop from Aries!

Chop from Aries!

Black drives a knee into the ribs of Aries doubling him over! New Hope through the merchandise table from Black! A ‘Holy Shit!’ chant echoes through the halls of the arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: He just broke Aries in half!

COREY TAYLOR: I wonder if those tee shirts are half off now?

Black goes for a cover but Aries gets a shoulder up at two! Black pulls Aries up from the wreckage of the merchandise table and leads him away from the crowd. With a head full of steam, Black sends Aries slamming into a door. The door is nearly ripped off it’s hinges as Black staggers into the backstage area.

COREY TAYLOR: They’re in the kitchen area! Stay away from my Pigs N’ Blankets you bastards!

The two men are exchanging rights and lefts as the kitchen staff run for safety. A back elbow to the face from Aries stuns Black long enough for ‘The Spade’ to grab a hot plate and sling it at Vincent. Black gets his arm up and hot grease blisters his forearm and burns off the air along the limb. Black screams in pain and Aries cracks him across the head with a cookie sheet! Another shot from the cookie sheet and it flies off the head of Black, a dented piece of metal. Aries grabs Black and leads him through the kitchen. Black shoves Aries off and ‘The Spade’ smacks into a glass wall face first. A burnt Black grabs a fire extinguisher and slams it into the ribs of a dazed Aries! Black unhooks the nozzle and sprays down Aries! Black readies himself with the fire extinguisher and rushes at Aries! ‘The Spade’ hits a back drop and sends Black crashing through the glass wall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Hell!!!

COREY TAYLOR: These guys were the best of friends! This needs to stop now!

Aries steps through the shattered wall and stands over Black who is cut in dozens of places from the glass. Aries pulls Black up but takes a low blow that drops him to his knees. With both men now on their knees they exchange vicious rights and lefts, neither man willing to give an inch. Aries lunges in and bites the face of Black! Black shoves him off and slowly gets to his feet. Aries pulls himself up, his face a crimson mask and he follows a staggering Black across the pavement. A double sledge to the back from Aries sends Black stumbling out into the street! The sound of car tires screeching to a sudden stop causes everyone to flinch in what surely will be a tragic scene. However Black is left looking at a small car that’s stopped mere inches from him. The woman leans out of the car window and unleashes a stream of obscenities that would make a sailor proud. Aries pulls Black out of the street. Compassion? Nope. Short arm clothesline.

COREY TAYLOR: Black was almost killed! Think of all the DVDS we could have sold!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re disturbing.

Black is still on his feet and Aries leads him into the parking lot. Aries goes to whip Black into a car but it’s reversed and Aries slams back first into a car! Black staggers over to Aries and shoves him up onto the car hood. Black climbs up after him, pulls Aires to his feet and positions him for another New Hope. Low blow from Aries! Aries hooks Black, spins him around, nearly loses his balance on the car hood and then nails Black with a Rock Bottom onto the roof of the car! Aries stands on wobbly legs, wipes the blood from his eyes and pulls a motionless Black off of the roof of the car. A second Rock Bottom onto the roof of the car! Aries looks exhausted and the roof of the car has been smashed down. Black simply rolls off the car and hits the pavement like a sack of potatoes. Aries climbs down off the car hood, stands over his fallen ex partner and locks in his Ace of Spades crossface! Black taps out immediately and Stone is right there to make the call!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank God it’s over! What a brutal fight between these former friends!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey uh, was that my rental they just tore up?

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh…..Yeah.

COREY TAYLOR: Noooooooooooooo!!!

The camera switches back to Jenny Jersey who is standing at ringside, she along with the fans have been watching the mayhem on the Megavision and she makes the outcome official.

JENNY JERSEY: The Winner of this match…”The Spade” Duncan Aries!!!!

The fans pop huge and we quickly cut back to the parking lot.

Stone is raising the hand of Aries in victory when a beautiful woman bursts through the crowd and wraps her arms around a bloody Aries. She’s crying and Aries comforts her.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Duncan Aries wife Taylor! Good Lord, she had to watch this horrific match.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh who cares? My car! My precious!

~Megavision backstage~

We find the members of Dirty Money sitting in their locker room getting ready for their upcoming title defense. Casino is wrapping tape around his wrists as KKP is busy making sure the cough syrup bottles are all empty. The REBEL World Tag Titles lay on the bench beside them, gleaming from the overhead lights.

KKP: You know, it’s times like this that I’m glad we made up.

CASINO: Don’t say it like that Krusty. it sounds like we were lovers or something.

KKP: You know what I mean dude. Sorry about breaking up the original Dirty Money when I turned on you.

Casino shrugs his shoulders.

KKP: Also sorry I tossed you over the top rope and eliminated you at the 2010 NAPW Sole Survivor.

Casino glances over at KKP, smiles and starts to lace up his boots.

KKP: And I’m totally sorry I broke your television when I downloaded all 48 episodes of ‘Flavor Of Love’ on your TiVo.

Casino stops and glares at his tag team partner.

CASINO: Damn it Krusty! I KNEW that was you!

KKP: I can’t help it…..I like Flavor Flav.

CASINO: You need help.

KKP slaps the back of Casino and laughs.

KKP: You’re a riot Chris. Hey you ever get mad when people say you have no sense of humor?

CASINO: I don’t…..Wait. What?

KKP: Uh, nothing man. Just uh, something stupid I heard some people say.

Awkward pause.

KKP: Hey you know, I was thinkin’…..

CASINO: Krusty I told you, you cannot keep a guy locked in a pet cage in your backyard. I don’t care if they’re illegal or not.

KKP: No this isn’t about gettin’ another Dextro. I was thinkin’ that since we already have the REBEL Tag Titles, why don’t we go after those Tag belts in PWA?

A beat as Casino seems to consider this.

CASINO: Are you high?

KKP: Uhhhhhhhh……..

CASINO: Last time I checked, almost all the belts in PWA were held by butch women who no doubt used to be ‘featured dancers’ at seedy clubs next to anonymous airports. Aside from Maverick, PWA is a wasteland. You do know what PWA stands for right?

KKP: Pirates, Ninjas & Zombie Wrestling?

CASINO: No you ass, it stands for ‘Pu**Y Whipped Association.’ I’m more worried about killing off the Kurtis clan than I am about the lipstick lesbians in PWA. Let them hold their worthless belts.

Casino stands up and collects his championship belt.

Casino: Speaking of which, let’s go end some careers.

KKP: F**K yeah!

Krusty jumps up and collects his belt and rushes out of the room and into the hallway. Casino starts to follow when he stops suddenly. He tilts his head as if he’s just heard something.

CASINO: Hello?

A beat.

CASINO: Huh….Sounded like….Uh, nevermind.

Casino steps out into the hallway and the room is empty. For a brief second before we cut out we see the outline of a small shadow ( a female?) appear on the wall.

JENNY JERSEY: The following conttest is set for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship…

“My Old Kentucky Home” hits up in the speakers, but quickly dies down and is exchanged for “The Monster’s Loose”. No matter which song is playing, the crowd explodes for the person, or persons coming out from the back with a huge ovation!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring from Wickliffe, Kentucky he stands at six feet and eleven inches while weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds… “THE BLUEGRASS BADASS”… MATTHEW KURTIS!

“Man, its a hot one”

It sure is as the heat for this team fills the building to the boiling point. From the back, smirking and cocky as ever is the team of Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, better known as Dirty Money. Both men point down to the ring and Matthew Kurtis who is begging the two of them to come on down.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team champions, they weigh in at a combined weight of Platinum Success… KRUSTY KID PAUL, CHRIS CASINO…. DIRTY MONEY!

Chris and Paul step up onto the apron and make their way carefully into the ring. Matthew wastes no time as he slams a forearm into Casino’s back before lashing out with a side kick to catch KKP in the jaw sending him into the barbed wire ropes.

DING DING

Matthew drags Casino on into the ring, forearm to the face, whip off the ropes sends Casino slamming into KKP which drives the barbs in deeper. Casino grunts as he rebounds into a back body from Matthew sending him crashing down hard on his back. Matthew turns around, running big boot to KKP sends him into the corner to slump and drop the title at his feet. Matthew picks up the belt, looks down at it, and slams it right into KKP’s face at a run. KKP is caught off guard.

COREY TAYLOR: A vicious attack before the match even starts.

ROB MARTINEZ: No rules in Rebel, so it is as legal as they come. I don’t blame him because this is a definite handicap match.

Matthew lifts KKP up onto the top turnbuckle as the crowd is roaring their approval, but the cheers quickly turn to boos as Casino slams a

shoulder into Matthew’s left knee at a run. Matthew folds backwards and Casino is there for a rollup as KKP leaps from the top with a butt smash on Matthew’s chest. Jimmy Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Matthew shoves upwards, letting his anger fuel his flame.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a kickout by Matthew Kurtis!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but Dirty Money can handle him easily enough.

Casino with an elbow drop to Matthew’s bad boys that stops him momentarily, KKP stomps on his face for good measure as Dirty Money seem to be picking apart Matthew right now. KKP brings him up to his feet as Casino watches on.

K-Cutt– NO! Matthew shoves him forward preventing the finishing move. Matthew turns to slam a fist into the shocked mouth of Chris Casino before shoving his foot deep into Casino’s gut. Matthew lifts Casino up, Bluegrass Bomb! dDear God… he may actually win this one!

COREY TAYLOR: What a save with the shoulder block to Matthew’s left leg again.

ROB MARTINEZ: a save indeed.

Matthew holds at his left leg again, but he quickly holds at his side as both Casino and KKP have him on the ropes, dragging him along the barbed wires. Double Irish whip sends Matthew running to hit the ropes on the other side. He rebounds, coming back, double drop toe hold sends Matthew’s face sliding down the top rope, the middle rope, and his throat slams across the bottom rope. Casino off running, he slams butt first across Matthew’ back, sending the wire digging deeper into Matthew’s flesh. Krusty actually hits the ropes, I think this cat loves pain, he lands with a double knee drop across his back and Matthew might be spitting out some blood here.

ROB MARTINEZ: This can’t go on for much longer.

COREY TAYLOR: Sure it can, Kurtis domination is a favorite past time of mine.

Dirty Money pick Matthew up and he is dripping blood from his neck where he has been punctured. Casino with a chop to the chest rocks Matthew backwards into the corner. Casino charges in, Matthew slams a boot into his face sending Chris falling backwards in surprise. KKP jumps into the fray, once again, throwing rights and lefts with out much precision, but he lands quite a few of them anyways. Matthew slams a fist down into the mouth of KKP and the lip is immediately busted open sending him backwards. Matthew charges out of the corner sending KKP down with a clothesline, the crowd is on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew has turned the tide here!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

Casino charges in for another shoulder block to the left knee, but Matthew has it scouted now, he spins slamming his knee right up into the face of Chris Casino. Casino’s momentum carried him right into the lifted knee and he bounces back stunned and possibly out on his feet. Yup, he falls down in a seated position, Kurtis with a running knee slams right back into Casino’s face and he is down on his back. Kurtis hears KKP running towards him and he spins. Flying forearm from KKP sends Matthew against the ropes. Matthew fires back with a right hand, KKP with a right. Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, and the men are just trading rights here, but there goes KKP with a left, but Matthew returns the favor.

COREY TAYLOR: They are like bull elephants throwing them fists.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bull elephants?

COREY TAYLOR: Not even I can be perfect all the time.

KKP is forced back against the ropes, Matthew boots him in the gut. KKP fights back with a kidney shot to Matthew and the Bluegrass Badass is in some pain now as the blood is still flowing from his throat. KKP with another kidney shot sends Matthew leaning to one side to protect his ribs, KKP with another shot, but Matthew blocks it with a forearm to the top of his head. KKP drops down to one knee, but Matthew brings him back up, boot to the gut.

COREY TAYLOR: Not like this!

ROB MARTINEZ: KKP up and ready for the Bluegrass Bomb!

Casino dives in while KKP is on Matthew’s shoulders and Matthew begins to fall backwards. Casino delivers a dropkick to Matthew’s back as KKP slips off the shoulders, twisting a bit in mid-air.

COREY TAYLOR: K-Cutter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul showing why he is one of the best in this business and why Dirty Money is arguably the best Tag Team this sport has ever seen.

Casino rolls the leg up for the pin as Jimmy slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIILL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… Krusty Kid Paul, Chris Casino… Dirty Money!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew fought hard here tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: But just like Chad Kurtis and the other Kurtis brother, they always fall short… muhahahahahahahahaha!

~Commercial~

Chet Whetleson stands in front of a building, a bit nervous.

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He gulps and is red faced.

“Complete with sounds of pleasure.”

We cut back to ringside where we are now staring at an ominous structure, the Barbwire Steel Cage. Ref Jimmy Johnson stands outside the cage as the Rebel Pro crowd is already buzzing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Parents put the kids to bed, this next one isn’t for the weak of heart.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Look at this demented structure Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: Some may say the two combatants in this match are also a bit on the demented side.

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t wait for Maverick to bring the gold back to the Demi-Gods. Wait, he already did!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corey everyone knows Johnny Maverick is not the official champion. That honor belongs to the grizzled veteran J.T. Whiplash.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Maverick has the title with him, and in just a little bit, he’s gonna make it official, putting that old sack of crap down for good.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re such an humanitarian. Let’s go down to ringside and Jenny Jersey.
Jenny looks a bit taken back by the structure that stands before her. She raises her mic to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the Barbwire Steel Cage Match for the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship!

A huge pop from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first..

“Lead Into Demise” by Kingdom Of Sorrow blares through the PA system as the huge pop for the match quickly dies and turns into a huge chorus of boos. Standing at the back of the aisle is Johnny Maverick, looking quite pleased with himself. He points to the Aggression Title around his waist, then points to himself as he spins around making sure everyone gets a good look at his Demi-Gods t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, weighing in at 225lbs, representing the Demi-Gods, he is The Filth And The Fury, JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

Maverick may be sporting a new shirt, but what draws more attention is his forearms and fingerless gloves. Wrapped around it all is barbed wire, as if there’s not enough of it in this match to begin with. Maverick takes the Aggression Title from his waist and hands it to Jimmy Johnson. Maverick walks into the cage slowly, taking a good look around, as his music fades out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick taking a good look at what will be his home tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: You mean playground. This man is as devious as they come.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent..

“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd blares over the PA system, the crowd rising to their feet in anticipation. Whiplash emerges from behind the curtain, waving the Confederate flag proudly, as he also has it wrapped around his neck in a bandana, wearing a t-shirt that is designed like a mechanic’s jacket with the name JT on the upper left hand side.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, he is the current Rebel Pro Aggression Champion, J.T. Whiplash!!

We notice Whiplash has barbed wire wrapped around a part of his fists, but what is most noticeable would be the thumbtacks literally glued to his knuckles.

COREY TAYLOR: That old geezer is nuts! Are those thumbtacks facing up?

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like it from here, and if he gets a chance to rip at Maverick’s face with those, the Demi-Gods might need to find him a good plastic surgeon.

COREY TAYLOR: Real funny Rob. I don’t care that Whiplash was announced the champion, Maverick came down with it, and he’s going to leave with it as well.

Whiplash kisses the Confederate Flag and leans it up against a barricade, as some fans have already begun unraveling it and displaying it like a banner, much to the delight of Whiplash. J.T. enters the cage, his eyes fixed on Maverick, as Jimmy Johnson closes the door behind him padlocking it. The bell rings to signify the start of the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Go get em’ Johnny! Cripple his ass!

ROB MARTINEZ: J.T. has a slight weight advantage in this contest, but in something like this, I don’t think it matters. Neither of these two fond on mat wrestling, so if you’re looking for an armbar or a wristlock in this one, I hate to tell you, you’re not gonna see it.

Whiplash and Maverick meet center ring, as Maverick is jaw jacking, motioning to the Aggression Title held by Jimmy Johnson outside. He then pokes Whiplash in the place where his Confederate bandana sits. He snorts and gets ready to spit a loogie on it, when Whiplash fires a shot sending the spit flying. He’s backing Maverick up a bit, but Johnny fires off a right of his own, backing J.T. up a bit following some more. Soon the two are exchanging blows in the center of the ring.
A shot of from Maverick.

BOO!

A follow up from J.T.

YEAH!

Maverick returns the favor.

BOO!

Whiplash rifles off another shot.

YEAH!

Back and forth the two battle, but its brought to an abrupt halt from a blatant low blow from Maverick, sending Whiplash howling to the mat in pain. Maverick points down at Whiplash and shakes his head in disgust, as the fans bring the heat to the former champ.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like it or not, that move is perfectly legal in a match like this.

COREY TAYLOR: I guess Whiplash won’t be sleeping with any ring rats tonight, ha!

Johnny slides to the outside and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair and slides it into the ring. Inside, Whiplash is using the ropes to get up. He charges at Maverick but runs right into a sick chair shot!

WHACK!

To the shock of everyone, Whiplash wobbles, but uses the ropes to hold him up.

WHACK!
Another shot sends Whiplash down a bit, but he’s still holding onto the ropes, though it looks like he’s on dream street. Whiplash stares up at the enraged Maverick and flips him off to the delight of the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: That lousy son of a-

Corey is interrupted by what sounds like a gun going off, a third shot from Maverick to Whiplash, which finally puts the veteran on his back. Maverick plants a foot on the chest of Whiplash for a very nonchalant pin.

ONE

TWO

WHIPLASH STIRS AND GETS A SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champ still has some life left in him!

COREY TAYLOR: Not for long, Maverick has something evil on his mind.

Indeed the challenger does, who looks at the dented chair, then back at Whiplash. He picks Whiplash up almost by his bandana and yells in his ear. He then holds the chair right by J.T.’s throat and pushes down hard with a loud THUMP as Whiplash falls back, clutching his throat in pain.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Now we never have to hear that idiot ramble on in that horrible southern twang he has!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick showing no remorse, and I suppose in a match of this caliber you can’t really blame the man.

Maverick stalks the injured Whiplash. He glances at the cage, and once again yanks Whiplash to his feet. Pointing to the cage, he runs with Whiplash and throws the champ hard against the cage face first. Whiplash crumples to the mat, a large cut opening on his forehead, blood coming down over his left eye. The crowd boos as Maverick holds his arms up in the air in triumph. He then lays with his back on Whiplash as he counts along with the ref.

ONE

TWO

WHIPLASH GETS A SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

COREY TAYLOR: Stay down old man! You’re gonna end up in the hospital!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd, once dead in fear of Whiplash’s safety, once again comes alive for their Southern hero!

Maverick curses under his breath and brings Whiplash up into a sitting position. He then runs his barbwire forearm across the head of the already busted open Whiplash, as JT howls in pain, the initial cut getting opened up further, as blood splatters the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: For those of you just tuning in, you’re witnessing the end to old fart J.T. Whiplash!

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd once again not sure what to make of J.T.’s chances here, his eyes are almost blinded by all that blood.

Maverick brings a seemingly lifeless Whiplash to his feet, and whips him across the ropes. Maverick charges for a clothesline, but Whiplash dives forward, hitting Maverick right across the face with barbwire and thumbtacks.

LET’S GO WHIPLASH! *clap clap clap-clap-clap!*

The crowd is rallying the champ, who staggers to his feet. Maverick is soon to follow, a huge gash now open on his head. Whiplash fires a right, then a left, followed by another right, and another left, desperation shots doing their best to back Maverick into a corner. Whiplash then hits a series of chops with his barbwire fists, followed by more solid shots from the thumbtacks, the fans continuing to chant for the champion. Maverick is slouched over as Whiplash goes stomp crazy on the challenger.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Whiplash has come alive here! Those stomps are stiff!

COREY TAYLOR: He’s crazy! Get up Maverick!
Whiplash yanks Maverick up by the hair, a look of disgust on his face for the challenger. He gets a running start, and throws Maverick into the cage. Before he can fall, Whiplash turns and throws Maverick into another side, and another, until Maverick has tasted the steel of all 4 sides of the cage. Whiplash is breathing heavy, but doesn’t look to be done with the punishment.

COREY TAYLOR: Now what is this psycho thinking?

ROB MARTINEZ: By the looks of things, it looks like he’s going to do us all a favor and take Maverick back to the wood shed!

J.T. unhooks his big brass buckle belt that has the Confederate flag on it. As Maverick tries to push himself up from the mat, Whiplash goes down hard with a belt shot across the back. And another. And another. Maverick arches his back in pain as J.T. wraps the belt around his hand and knocks Maverick down with a buckle shot to the face. Whiplash holds his fist up as the crowd cheers as he crouches by Maverick and rains down right after right with the buckle, further busting open the challenger. Whiplash grins from under the crimson mask and holds both legs of the challenger. He then goes below the belt with the buckle, Maverick holding his groin in agony.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash pulling out all the stops here!

COREY TAYLOR: Is he demented? A man like Maverick doesn’t deserve this kind of punishment!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you serious Corey? This man stole the Aggression Title, insulted the people of the South, he deserves everything he’s getting!

Whiplash throws his belt down and slides out of the ring. Fishing around under the ring, he pulls out a barbwire baseball bat.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you’re an employee at a barbwire factory, well then this match is for you!

COREY TAYLOR: Get out of there Maverick! This man is insane!

Whiplash gets the fans on their feet as he points to Maverick, then taking a page from the great Babe Ruth, points to the nosebleed section of the arena. Whiplash swings and connects with the skin and shirt of Maverick, ripping the Demi-Gods shirt right off the torso of the challenger, much to the delight of the crowd. As Whiplash winds up again, Maverick hits a low blow on the champ, as the boos intensify once again on Maverick. Whiplash drops the bat, which Maverick snags, hitting Whiplash right in the gut with it, ripping off the nametag on his shirt. Maverick then slams it across the skull of J.T. knocking him to the mat in a heap. Maverick tosses the bat aside, sliding out of the ring. Its his turn to look for some toys. What he pulls out, sends shockwaves through the arena.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha ha ha! Yes! Thumbtacks!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash has some glued to his fists, but how will he feel having some on his back?

Maverick empties the contents of the bag all over the mat. Whiplash starts to make it to his feet and Maverick cinches in a DDT. Whiplash fires off shots to the gut, backing Maverick up against the ropes. Johnny pushes Whiplash away, swings, misses, and the champ picks Maverick up, dropping him with a back suplex..RIGHT ON THE THUMBTACKS!!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men got a bit of those tacks, but Maverick definitely got the worst of it!

Maverick is rolling around on the mat, trying to pick the tacks off of his back, but there are so many of them. Whiplash looks at the fallen Maverick, as he picks off the few tacks on his arm and back. He then begins climbing the cage, the fans popping huge.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s an official outside, plus Jimmy Johnson, Whiplash could easily leave out the door, but.OH NO.

COREY TAYLOR: This idiot can’t be serious! He’ll break his already broken body.

Whiplash has made it to the top of the cage. He is perched on the top. He gives himself a quick blessing and leaps off as cameras flash, delivering a huge Rebel Yell onto the prone body of Johnny Maverick. The fans are on their feet as they count along with Jimmy Johnson.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this bout, and STILL your Rebel Pro Aggression Champion, J.T. WHIPLASH!!!

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well believe it Corey, overcoming the odds, Whiplash shows Maverick and the rest of his buddies that you don’t have to be the youngest dog in the fight to kick some serious ass!

Whiplash is helped to his feet by Jimmy Johnson, who hands him the Aggression Title as they make their way out of the cage. Whiplash shoves Johnson aside and goes over to where his Confederate flag is. Kissing it once again, Whiplash slaps his title on his shoulder and waves the flag proudly as the crowd eats up the victory.

~Fade to commercial~

Corey Taylor stands at the merchandise booth, a smirk on his face.

“Ladies, gentlemen, ah hell any of you rednecks with a few welfare checks to spare some change. Come check out the merchandise booth and help your dozens of rug rats look fashionable with any of the fine items from the booth. Such as the new Demi-Gods shirt, vintage Extreme Elite merchandise, the ever popular Michael Massacre jerseys, FTC DVDs, and Vincent Black memorabilia.”

Someone clears their throat behind the camera.

“Oh yeah, if your kid is too stupid to realize true talent, he can get any of the Kurtis merchandise but be warned it does make them appear stupidier the longer they wear it.”

He shrugs.

“My job is done, cut the camera.”

Back at ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!

“This Moment” by Disturbed cues up. The Freak emerges, distributing controversial shirts of himself being crucified on a barbed wire cross to a few lucky fans. The fans boo the hell out of him.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first competitor, from Anywhere & Everywhere, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty pounds… THE FREAK!

“YOU SAY I’M COCKY!”

”The Show” Chad Kurtis emerges to the biggest cheer we’ve heard all evening.

JENNY JERSEY: The second competitor, from Paducah, Kentucky, now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

“My Michelle” by BNR cues up. Marcus Marion, with Nicole Rhodes at his side, emerges to HELLACIOUS boos.

JENNY JERSEY: The third competitor, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds… the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a nasty look Marion just gave Jenny Jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: She deserved it! She betrayed him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, there are many sides to every story. She’s just a woman trying to do her job! Who has Jenny Jersey ever hurt?

COREY TAYLOR: Well, she’s hurt my heart every week!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, you’re a sucker for anything in a skirt.

COREY TAYLOR: True that, my man. True that.

The bell rings and Marion immediately slips to the outside, complaining about something in his boot. The Freak and Kurtis scowl at him but lock-up, neither trusting the other to retrieve him and throw him back in the ring. Kurtis muscles through with a side headlock, The Freak pushes him back into the ropes and whips him off. Kurtis reverses. The Freak off of the ropes. Kurtis anticipates a kick from The Freak and ducks but instead is surprised by a sunset flip… right into an Indian leglock!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think what we just saw was The Freak surprising Chad Kurtis with a combination of technical moves when he was probably expecting something very different.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, no surprise there. Kurtis, you, everyone else, always underestimating the capacity of The Freak. He knows if he can ground Chad Kurtis, he is well on his way to winning this match.

Kurtis reaches towards the ropes. There’s no such thing as a rope break in this match, but he hopes to use the ropes for leverage to reverse or escape the maneuver. Instead, what he finds is a few quick elbow jabs to the forehead from Marion! Finally, Kurtis gets to his good knee and rolls through the move, breaking it. The Freak and Kurtis get to their feet. Lock-up. The Freak throws Kurtis’ head into the barbed wire ladder! Kurtis stumbles… right into a Russian legsweep! The Freak stands, drops an elbow into Kurtis’ knee… and applies a mean kneelock!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was mere weeks ago that Marcus Marion defeated Chad Kurtis for the championship of the world due in large part to that injured knee! The Freak has a sound gameplan here!

COREY TAYLOR: I like Marcus Marion’s gameplan. He’s going to let The Freak wear Kurtis down while he rests.

ROB MARTINEZ: But he’s the champion! He shouldn’t be delaying like this!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s much smarter than you, Rob, don’t try to understand him.

Kurtis reaches, reaches… he grabs the ladder. And he tips it over onto The Freak, breaking the hold! Kurtis climbs to his feet as The Freak crawls from underneath the ladder. The Freak picks up the ladder and charges Kurtis with it. He swings it at him. Kurtis ducks. Dropkick! Kurtis picks up the ladder and stalks The Freak with it. Marion enters the ring… only to low blow Chad Kurtis! Kurtis drops the ladder. Marion again leaves the ring. The Freak off of the ropes… running knee strike! Caught by Chad Kurtis! Big spinebuster onto the ladder! The Freak rolls off, grabbing his back. Kurtis picks him up. Bulldog onto the ladder! He turns to face Marion, who is already in the ring with a steel chair. BAM! Right across Kurtis’ skull! Marion sets up the ladder and begins climbing it!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just unfair!

COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bull—

ROB MARTINEZ: –but this IS Bullshit!

Marion slowly climbs the ladder, carefully trying to avoid touching any of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, the Freak, beginning to bleed, gets to his feet and sees what is happening. He pushes the ladder over and Marion hits the ropes and tumbles to the outside. The Freak sets up the ladder and begins climbing himself, although much less carefully and much faster. Kurtis stirs. He rises to his feet. He pushes the ladder over, throwing The Freak to the outside where he meets Marcus Marion as Nicole is helping him up—all three fall to the ground in a heap! Kurtis sets the ladder up and begins ascending. His knee is slightly injured from The Freak’s maneuvers, but he is able to scale the ladder. Meanwhile, Marion and The Freak get to their feet. Marion tells The Freak to stop Chad Kurtis. The Freak responds with a big lungy to the face! Marion looks disgusted, as if the spit might contain a debilitating disease. He winds up to punch The Freak but it’s blocked! The Freak with a right hand! Meanwhile, Chad Kurtis nears the top. He begins tearing down the barbed wires that surround the title belt. Marion and The Freak are about to begin exchanging punches when they see Kurtis and both immediately run for the ring. They slide in. Each grabs one side of the ladder. They close the ladder—Kurtis still on top—and deposit him THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

COREY TAYLOR: I got a splinter in my ARM! I demand worker’s compensation!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re an independent contractor.

COREY TAYLOR: SCREW YOU!

Marion and The Freak fight over the ladder, each holding part of it. Their fight for it sends it tumbling to the outside. Marion yells: “Look what you did!” The Freak slaps him across the face. Marion with a knife edge chop. Another. A third! He whips The Freak across the ring, reversed! Marion comes off of the ropes… The Freak with a hurricanrana! Marion rolls to the outside, collecting his breath, as he talks with Nicole Rhodes. Meanwhile, The Freak is off of the ropes… PLANCHA to the OUTSIDE into Marion! Rhodes saw it coming and got out of the way just in time. She takes her high heel off as The Freak stands… and she nails him with it! AGAIN! The Freak looks angry and charges at her but she high-tails it down the ramp. The Freak relents and picks up Marion who meets him with an elbow to the gut. Another! A third! Stiff punch to the head of The Freak! Another! The Freak stumbles back… only to be leveled by a stiff kick from the REBEL World Champion! The Freak has trouble getting to his feet… only to receive a collar-and-elbow suplex onto the hard CEMENT!

COREY TAYLOR: This is Marion’s chance! Climb that ladder, my man!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both Kurtis and The Freak are seemingly out of it—this would be his best chance yet!

Marion rolls into the ring and begins setting up the ladder. He begins scaling it slowly, careful to avoid all of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, Chad Kurtis stirs. Marion gets to the top but has a hard time getting through the ridiculous amount of barbed wire hanging around the world title. Then he looks down and sees Kurtis entering the ring. Kurtis grabs the bottom of the ladder—but Marion quickly scales down it! He rolls out of the ring, leaving Kurtis standing there with the ladder confused. Kurtis begins setting up the ladder as Marion wakes The Freak up. He rolls The Freak into the ring. The Freak stirs but does not stand. Kurtis climbs up the ladder and looks down at The Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis is going to utilize one of his many high-risk, high-flying maneuvers to further weaken The Freak!

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, Chad, hit a man when he’s down! That’s REAL sportsmanlike!

But instead Kurtis leaps off of the ladder, springboards off of the top-rope and nails MARION with a springboard somersault plancha!

KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion just got what he deserved via special delivery!

COREY TAYLOR: …via special delivery? You cheesy bastard.

The Freak slowly gets to his feet. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb. As he reaches the mid-point, Kurtis slides into the ring. The Freak hits him a moonsault off of the ladder! Marion gets to his feet just as The Freak grabs the ladder… which he SUPLEXES TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO MARION! Marion is busted wide open under the ladder. The Freak picks up Kurtis. Hits him with the RUSH! Kurtis falls to his knees, completely dazed from the RUSH. A kick to the head sends Kurtis to his back. The Freak goes up top. SIGHT UNSEEN TIME! NO! Nicole Rhodes gets revenge for her man by pushing him off of the TURNBUCKLE! The Freak rolls to the outside. All three men are down. Nicole Rhodes grabs her high heel and goes after The Freak with it… but here comes SHUT DOWN! Nicole Rhodes gets one look at him and runs away through the crowd—one shoe on, one shoe in hand. Shut Down chases her out.

The Freak slides various items into the ring he retrieves from underneath the ring. SINGAPORE CANE. TABLE. TRASH CAN. ANOTHER CHAIR. AND A BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT. Kurtis gets to his feet… baseball slide dropkick to The Freak! The Freak hits the guard rail. Kurtis with an amazing SPRINGBOARD HEEL KICK, sending both of them into the crowd! Meanwhile, Marion gets to his feet. Confused, he looks around for Nicole. Not seeing her, he enters the ring with the ladder and begins throwing the hardcore items out. And he begins to climb. Kurtis runs into the ring. Marion leaps off with a cross-body block but Kurtis catches him! The ladder falls into the corner, just in time for Kurtis to slam Marion into it! Again! AGAIN! Blood trickles down his back as he is dumped over the top-rope! Kurtis sets up the ladder. He begins to climb as The Freak grabs the trash can. He throws it and it nails Kurtis in the head! But Kurtis does not fall! He continues to climb. The Freak sets up a table at ringside then grabs the Singapore cane and enters the ring with it. He climbs up the other side of the ladder. The Freak and Kurtis meet at the top. The Freak hammers away at him with the Singapore cane! The Show refuses to fall! The Freak continues the vicious strikes. Blood flows from Kurtis’ forehead! And finally he falls down to the ground below. Marion runs into the ring. The Freak jumps off of the ladder with a Shooting Star Press to the fallen Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: What incredible action we’ve seen thus far!

COREY TAYLOR: I wish this match had pinfalls because The Freak would be the new World Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved Marcus Marion?

COREY TAYLOR: I do… but I hate Chad Kurtis even more than I love Marcus Marion. To see him lose, to see him pinned… I almost have a boner at the thought!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe we should have a policy of not talking about erections related to one man laying atop another?

COREY TAYLOR: …fine. Fair enough.

Marion kicks The Freak repeatedly before picking him up and whipping him across the ring. The Freak ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropes. Marion catches him with a kneelift that sends him staggering backwards. Knife edge chop. Another! Another! Marion picks up the garbage can. BAM! The Freak falls to the ground but somehow quickly gets up. Marion grabs the Sinapore cane. BAM! BAM! BAM! The Freak falls to the ground, holding his bleeding forehead. Marion knocks the ladder into the corner. He picks The Freak up. CATAPULT INTO THE LADDER! He picks up Chad Kurtis. AND A CATAPULT FOR HIM TOO! He dumps both men over the top-rope. He sets up the ladder. And begins the climb!

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, avoiding the barbed wire when he can.

He nears the top.

But Chad Kurtis and The Freak climb to opposite turnbuckles. Simultaneous DROPKICKS TO THE LADDER! It shakes and shakes… Marion falls THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE!

MEGA POP!

The Freak and Kurtis exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Kurtis takes the advantage. Irish whip to The Freak. Kurtis moonsaults off of the slumped ladder, catching The Freak with a headscissors onto the ladder! The Freak grabs his back, clearly in a world of pain. He gets to his feet and stumbles right into a… STARMAKER ONTO THE LADDER! And he tosses The Freak to the outside. He sets up the ladder and begins to climb.

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, letting the barbed wire pierce his skin.

He nears the top.

The Freak HUCKS THE BARBED WIRE BAT WHICH CATCHES THE SHOW AND SENDS HIM FLYING DOWN TO THE RING! The Freak pulls Kurtis out of the ring. He drags him towards Marion. He HANDCUFFS THEM TOGETHER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well… this is clearly the end of the match now! The Freak has handcuffed his opponents!

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant!

The Freak sets up the ladder and begins the climb.

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, seemingly enjoying the barbed wire piercing his hands.

He nears the top.

Marion and Kurtis are forced to work together. They enter the ring. They try to push the ladder over… but The Freak hits both of them with a mean 450 SPLASH! He sets up the ladder again. And he climbs!

Rung after rung!

Towards the top!

He nears the top!

Kurtis gets to his feet, dragging Marion with him… he pushes the ladder! THE FREAK LANDS NECK FIRST ON THE GUARD RAIL!

Kurtis, dragging Marion behind him, sets up the ladder. He begins to climb!

ROB MARTINEZ: He is dragging the champion with him! He has no choice!

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus, baby… wake up!

Rung after rung!

Slowly, he drags Marion with him. Marion seems to spring to life. GERMAN SUPLEX OFF OF THE LADDER! And now Marion climbs the ladder, dragging Kurtis with him!

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis with him, nearing the top!

Kurtis comes to. He sidesteps onto the other side of the ladder and races with Marion towards the top. They reach the top. They use their free hands to exchange blows with one another! Kurtis with a headbutt! Marion with an eye gouge! Kurtis with a left hand! Marion with a right hand! Left! Right! Left! Right!

And here comes THE FREAK! SIGHT UNSEEN to the SIDE of the LADDER! ALL THREE MEN AND THE LADDER TOPPLE TO THE GROUND!

THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: All three men are on the ground, unmoving!

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak seems to have taken less of the brunt from that fall than his competitors.

The Freak slowly climbs to his feet, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes. He pulls the barbed wire off of the ladder and wraps it around both of his fists, tying a knot around both wrists to keep it on. Marion and Kurtis slowly get to their feet and continue where they left off, exchanging blows with one another! Here comes The Freak! BARBED PUNCH TO KURTIS! He falls to the ground, pulling Marion down with him. Marion gets to his feet, pulling Kurtis with him. BARBED PUNCH TO MARION! Marion and Kurtis both fall! The Freak pulls both men up. Kurtis with a kick to The Freak’s gut. Kurtis and Marion with a DOUBLE SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: The two most unlikely allies since Hardcore Entertainment and the Great Alaskan Ninjas!

Marion grabs the Singapore cane. Kurtis grabs the barbed wire bat. The Freak slowly gets to his feet. SIMULTANEOUS CANE AND BAT SHOTS SEND HIM BACK DOWN! Marion hits Kurtis with the cane! He stumbles but gets back to his feet… only to slam the bat into Marion’s gut and then across his back! He grabs Marion’s head… CK FINALE WITH THE HANDCUFFS ON! IT WORKS! IT WORKS! Kurtis sets up the ladder. The Freak gets to his feet and attacks Kurtis. Kurtis bashes Marion’s head into The Freak’s! SUPERKICK SENDS THE FREAK OVER THE TOP-ROPE! Kurtis begins climbing!

Rung after rung!

He drags a lifeless Marion behind him!

He nears the top!

He reaches through the barbed wire, his fingers touching the belt. He tries to get a better grip to pull it down.

Marion YANKS CHAD KURTIS DOWN THE LADDER BUT HOLDS ON HIMSELF! Kurtis dangles from Marion’s wrist as Marion climbs!

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis behind him!

Kurtis finally gets his feet on the rung of the ladder. Forearm shots to Marion’s back. Marion with an elbow to Kurtis’ head! Another! Here comes THE FREAK! He’s on the top-rope! Missile dropkick to the ladder…

… but Marcus Marion leaps up and grabs the title! Kurtis dangles from his wrist as the ladder falls out from beneath both of them, LANDING ATOP THE FREAK! MARION FALLS WITH THE TITLE IN HAND, LANDING ATOP CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: What in God’s name just happened?!?

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and STILL REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll tell you what happened… Marcus Marion had his first title defense! His first of many, I might add!

EMTs run out to check on all three competitors, none of whom are moving, each of whom is breathing heavily and bleeding from a number of places.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!

DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match, what a show, what all will happen next week?!

COREY TAYLOR: Alright already, go ahead and say we are out of time and we are outta here, I’ve got to go and call Hertz.

Rebel Pro logo… fade.

CREDITS:
World Title Triple Threat – M.J.
Dirty Money(C) vs BGM 2.0 – Bean
J.T. Whiplash(C) vs Johnny Maverick – Nick
Duncan Aries vs Vincent Black – Brion
Jer$ey vs Steve Parker – Bean