Barbed Wire Massacre 2011 5/6/2011

Bobby Lee vs Violet Harper

The bell rang starting off the first match for Violet Harper, but Bobby Lee seemed to have prepared for this and the insulting words that Ms. Harper had to say. Bobby hit her in the face with a right hand before spinning around nailing her in the midsection with a back kick. Bobby couldn’t believe himself and the fact he was actually getting offense as he threw his hands up in celebration. Violet leaped from the middle rope, arm dragging Bobby down to the canvas where she locked on a submission hold, grinning wildly as she got the advantage over Bobby Lee, the Rebel Pro curtain jerker extraoordinaire! Violet pulled back on the wrist, causing Bobby’s elbow to bend the wrong way and he screamed out in tremendous pain. However Bobby Lee took his free fist and managed to somehow get up on his knees and punch Violet right in her crotch. Bubba J had something vulgar to say(A bleep shot) or something like that, but it was enough to get Violet off of him and release the submission hold. Bobby Lee got back up to his feet, stomping down on her face before rolling out of the ring and back in with a barbed wire kendo stick. Bobby then dropped it as Violet seemed to be crying in the corner, Bobby couldn’t handle that so he dropped the stick.

Bobby Lee went over, but Violet kicked him right in the crotch before leaping up to her feet with a saddistic smile. Violet whipped Bobby into the ropes then hit a succession of high flying moves mixing it in with some technical wrestling as well. The moves included a springboard dropkick, springboard backfist, roundhouse kick, savate kick, other kicks, and an arm trap suplex that was enough for the two count. However Bobby Lee managed to get the advantage back when he nailed her with the kendo stick, the prongs sticking into her flesh and releasing a small bit of blood to trickle down her face. Bobby Lee couldn’t believe it, but for that fact neither could Violet as she looked at the blood covering her hand. Bobby Lee continued the offense with a kick to the gut, neckbreaker, leg drop, and knee drop to the face. Bobby Lee held the kendo stick up, over Violet’s head, but she had her face covered like a helpless girl. Bobby Lee hesitated and it cost him. Violet shot her hand up, grabbing and yanking on Bobby’s junk that would double any man over in pain. Violet then went to work on offense using all of the barbed wire at her disposal. Violet hit the Purple Haze on Bobby Lee after she wipped him into the ropes showing off her athleticism.

Winner: Violet Harper 11:32

~Megavision~

We cut backstage to have Larry Gordon’s office come into view, the office door open and Gordon on the phone at his right hand.

“Yes, I want the belt with the red leather… well you can make it pleather strap.”

He waits, jotting down a note.

“And a gold plated plastic buckle will do just fine as well, nothing too expensive.”

He waits.

“I just knew to come to you with this because you are the best in the business with designs.”

He makes some agreeing sounds(uh huh, mmmm, etc).

“Alright, I’ll look for the belt to come in by next Aggression then?”

He pauses again, flipping shut the notepad.

“Great, thanks Ralph.”

{fade to ringside}

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper hits the speakers as Kris Klondike appears from behind the curtain to a moderate pop from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Campbell River, British Columbia, standing at six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred eighty one pounds, he his Kris Klondike!

Kris climbs into the ring to await his opponent. And he doesn’t have to wait long before Black Flag’s “Slip it in” hits the speakers and the crowd (at least all the men in the crowd) goes nuts.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, hailing from North Hollywood, California, standing at five foot three and weighing in at one hundred twenty three pounds, Marina Blue!

Marina comes bouncing out from the back wearing a tight candy striper outfit much to the delight of every male (and more than a few of the women) in attendance. Marina carefully slides into the ring, doing her best to avoid the barbed wire and starts pandering to the crowd. Allen Stone calls for the bell.

BUBBA J: I sure do like her outfit.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d have to say that I agree with you there.
Ding, ding.

And Kris Klondike immediately goes on the offensive with a clothesline. No, Marina counters with low dropkick to the knee sending Kris down to one knee. Marina follows up quickly with a shining wizard but the man from Campbell River doesn’t fall. Marina presses on with another dropkick to the back of the head that sends the much bigger Kris Klondike down. Marina climbs to the top rope and launches herself into a corkscrew senton that lands squarely across the back of Kris.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Marina showing everyone that she still has what it takes to compete here in REBEL Pro.

BUBBA J: There’s only one thing I want Marina to show me, and it has nothing to do with wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You are a depraved man.

Marina heads outside and grabs herself a spool of barbed wire and slides back into the ring before unraveling the wire and wrapping it around Klondike’s neck. Klondike manages to get his hand in between his neck and the lethal wire but not before being torn open just under his chin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And the blood starts flowing early in this one. No surprises there.

BUBBA J: Shut it would ya. The match is just getting good.

Marina is pulling hard on the barbed wire trying to choke Klondike out but the big man is hanging in there and trying to get to his feet. Kris gets to one knee, then to both knees. He makes it to a vertical base with Marina literally hanging off his back still trying to choke him out with the wire. Klondike lunges back and drives Marina into the barbed wire covered ropes, forcing her to release the wire induced choke hold. Kris turns to face the lovely Miss Blue just in time to block a hurricanrana attempt and counters with a powerbomb onto the barbed wire ropes. Klondike waists no time before capitalizing with a soccer kick to the ribs that sends Marina to the outside.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Klondike showing his testicular fortitude here tonight.

Klondike heads out of the ring in pursuit of Marina, stopping briefly to grab a chair wrapped in, yup, more barbed wire. He lines up his shot… THWACK! Klondike brings the chair down across the back of Marina Blue; the barbs lacerating her skin through her clothing. Klondike raises the chair for another shot… THWACK! He brings it down to the back of Marina’s skull, laying her out flat. Kris picks Marina up with a gorilla press before dropping her levitra cialis viagra comparison throat first on the top rope. Marina now bleeding profusely from her neck and back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The ref might want to get in there and call the match before Marina gets seriously hurt.

BUBBA J: I always knew you were a pussy. This match is just getting real good.

Klondike rolls Marina into the ring and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Marina kicks out with surprizing authority showing she is far from out. Klondike shakes is head in both surprize and admiration that this girl still has some fight in her. But he doesn’t stall long before landing a series of huge elbow drops followed by another cover.

One…

Tw… No! Marina kicks out again!

Klondike pulls her to her feet and sends her into the corner before coming in with an avalanche splash. No! Marina moves out of the way at the last moment causing Klondike to land full force against the barbed wire covered turnbuckles. Marina gets behind the big man and rolls him up with a schoolboy pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout by Kris.

Both combatants back on their feet. Both covered in blood. And both are smiling. With a quick nod of mutual respect they move in for an elbow and collar tie up. Marina with a quick duck behind nails Klondike in the upper thigh with an angle kick that causes the big man to wince just slightly. Marina with another kick to the leg; and another one that has him limping. Marina now with repeated forearms to the face that rocks the big man back against the barbed wire covered ropes. Blue with a boot to the gut that doubles Klondike over… DDT! COVER!

One…

Two…

Thr… No!

Shoulder up!

Marina goes to the outside again to grab yet another barbed wire wrapped weapon; in this case a crutch. She rolls back into the ring only to find Kris Klondike on his feet and coming at her with a monstrous big boot that turns her inside out. Klondike grabs the crutch and pushes it down across her throat. Marina is fading fast and with a desperation move spits blood into the eyes of her opponent causing him to release the choke and stumble backwards. Marina slow to get back to her feet while Klondike tries to clear the blood from his eyes. Marina grabs the crutch and brings it down hard against Kris Klondike’s skull. Marina winds up again and swings for all she’s worth but Klondike manages to duck out of the way before hitting her with a wild get-maker. Klondike quickly scooped her onto his shoulder… Big Timber!

The Cover!

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! This one is over!

Ding, ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, Kris Klondike!

“The Monster Is Loose” by Meat Loaf begins to fade into the arena as the bell sounds and Jenny Jersey speaks.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a triple-threat match, scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, standing six-foot, eleven-inches and weighing in at three-hundred pounds, from Wickliffe, Kentucky — “The Bluegrass Badass” — MATTHEW… KURTIS!!!!!

Matthew Kurtis steps from the entranceway and slowly makes his way to the ring. After entering, he plays to the crowd until his music begins to fade.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“The Final Countdown” by Europe plays throughout the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing six-foot tall, weighing two-hundred and thirty pounds, from Orlando, Florida — “The Phoenix” — ROB… ROBINSON!!!

The Phoenix steps into the arena to a mixed reaction, making his way to the ring. Climbing the stairs and stepping through the ropes, he plays to the crowd and warms up as the music fades.

“Homecoming” by Kanye West blares into the arena and Simon Kalis emerges from the entrance to a standing ovation.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent, standing six-foot and three-inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada — “The Last Superstar” — SIMON… KALIS!!

Jenny Jersey steps out of the ring as the official looks to the competitors, just as he is set to ring the bell…

“Piece By Piece” by Strata hits the speakers, all action in the ring stops and all eyes turn to the entranceway.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Apparently, this is turning into a fatal four-way??

BUBBA J: Who knows. Larry Gordon always seems to be full of surprises.

From the entranceway steps Ace Olen to the roar of the fans. Olen stands atop the entranceway before slowly making his way ringside. Simon and Ace never taking their eyes off of each other. Olen walks to the far side of the ring, standing just in front of Bubba J and Mikey — he and his brother locking eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Perhaps a repeat from what we saw last week?

Olen finally turns and walks towards Bubba J, motioning him over and grabbing an extra pair of headsets.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace, welcome to the booth?

Ace Olen: Thanks, Mikey. Bubba.

Kalis returns his attention to the ring just as the bell rings. Kurtis looks over to Phoenix, convincing him to work together on taking Kalis down. Just as the pair start to rush Kalis, Kurtis stops short and Kalis is quick to sidestep Phoenix, throwing him into the barbed wire covered ropes. Phoenix springs off the ropes and gets caught with hiplock takedown onto a barbwire tumbleweed.

Kurtis seeing his opportunity runs into Kalis with a hard forearm shot, shoving him into the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Attempting a clothesline, Kalis ducks and springs off the ropes again, catching Kurtis with a windmill kick.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis with the upper-hand early on.

Phoenix gets back to his feet, catching Kalis from behind, he shoves him chest first into the turnbuckle. The teeth of barbed wire ripping into Kalis’ chest before Phoenix hoists him up into a reverse fireman’s carry slam onto a barbwire tumbleweed. Before Phoenix can capitalize, Kurtis is all over him with hard fists to the forehead. Rather than sending him into the ropes, he sends Phoenix OVER the ropes onto the mats outside the ring.

Kurtis turns his attention to Kalis who is starting to get up but Kalis catches him with a low-blow, dropping the big man to his knees and starting to hammer away with hard right hands. As Kurtis rests on his knees in a dazed state, Kalis reaches over and grabs one of the many loose pieces of barbed wire, wrapping it around Kurtis’s throat and beginning to torque back.

As the referee starts the five-count, Kalis seems unrelenting, unwilling to let go before Phoenix finally slides back into the ring , picking up a chair on his return to the ring and again catches Kalis from behind. Hitting him not once, not twice, but three times for Kalis finally drops to his knees next to Kurtis. Phoenix then starts trading chair shots from one opponent to the other. Kurtis. Kalis. Back and back again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Phoenix now, taking control of this match-up.

Ace Olen: It’s going to take a lot more than a few chair shots to keep my brother down, Mikey. berocca effervescent canadian pharmacy Whether Phoenix knows it or not, all he’s done is piss Simon off.

Phoenix pulls Kalis to his feet and starts driving fists into this skull, backing him up into a corner before hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Climbing to the middle turnbuckle himself, he hooks Kalis up into a suplex and begins to viagra and alcohol consumption turn it into a super-plex when Kurtis gets back to his feet, runs over and puts his head between Phoenix’ legs.

Phoenix does a super plex on Kalis, Kurtis drops them both hard to the mat before rising back to his feet. Kurtis makes his way over to Kalis and shoves him into the corner as well. Driving knees into Kalis’ gut and his elbows into his skull. Phoenix gets to his feet, and backs into the transverse corner before taking off a head of steam and delivering a leaping splash onto both of his opponents. Phoenix stumbles backwards, Kurtis falls forward onto the ropes and Kalis drops to the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis is taking a beat at the hands of his opposition.

Ace Olen: Come on, Simon!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why the hell are you rooting for your brother anyway?

Ace Olen: He’s my brother.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Last week you were trying to kill one another!

Ace Olen: Kill each other?! (Laughing) We do that just for fun. Trust me, if we were trying to kill each other, we would have.

Phoenix grabs one of the barbwire tumbleweeds and fits it over Kurtis’s head before grabbing the chair he used previously and driving it into his skull. Kurtis falls to the mat next to Kalis who is starting to get up. Phoenix puts the boots to Kalis, but Kalis keeps pulling himself up, slowly. Phoenix, finally pulls Kalis up by his chin and Irish whips him into the corner and tries to follow up with a clothesline, but Kalis quick on his feet, leaps over Phoenix’ back and hooks him into a release German suplex and the arena comes to life.

Kalis returns to his feet and heads across the ring over to Kurtis who quickly slaps his hand around Simon’s throat and choke slams from the inside of the ring to the mats on the outside. Kalis smashes into the mats hard.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did you hear that?

Ace Olen: I better go check on him.

Olen throws down his headset and starts to get up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sit down!! Sit down!!

Ace just stands and looks to see his brother. Meanwhile in the ring, Kurtis grabs the chair and starts to raise it when Phoenix springs to life, delivering a dropkick to the chair right into Kurtis’ face. With Kurtis reeling, Phoenix delivers another standing dropkick that gets Kurtis to back step right against the ropes. Phoenix heads for the ropes and comes back with a flying cross body and they both fall to the outside.

MIKEY MASSACRE: All three men on the outside now.

Phoenix pulls Kurtis to his knees and starts ramming his head into the barbwire covered apron repeatedly. Kurtis finally falls to the mats a bloody mess and out of breath. Phoenix makes his way around the ring to find Kalis on his feet. As he grabs Kalis by the back of his neck, Kalis delivers an elbow to the stomach.. And another. In one swift motion, Kalis slams Phoenix’s head into the apron and then quickly shoves him back into the barb wire covered barricade.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, finally rejoining us at the booth.

Ace Olen: I told you he wasn’t done.

Kalis pulls Phoenix to his feet and whips him into the staircase with authority and following it up quickly with a running drop kick. Kalis walks over to where Kurtis, directly in front of his brother Ace, the two again meeting glances before Kalis goes back to work. Kalis starts driving his fists into Kurtis’ skull repeatedly. When Kalis has Kurtis reeling again, he walks back over to where Phoenix has misaligned the ring steps and takes the top half of them and raising them onto the apron. Climbing up beside them, Kalis raises the ring steps above his head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh god, what is Kalis doing now?

Taking a running start, Kalis leaps and throws the steps right on top of Kurtis’ head, slamming them down as he falls to the ringside mats once again.

BUBBA J: That is it! KURTIS IS DONE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I would have to agree with you there, Bubba.

Kalis walks about cialis tablets past his brother, paying him no mind this time, and grabbing Phoenix off the floor and throwing him back into the ring. Pulling Phoenix back to his feet, Kalis delivers a snap suplex and goes for a cover.

ONE…… TWO…… THR—–

MIKEY MASSACRE: NO! Two and a half.

Kalis pulls Phoenix up again and shoves him back into the corner, hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Ace Olen: Ut oh, look out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sentencing Of The Damned coming up?

Kalis starts to hook up Phoenix up into a suplex for the SOTD, but Phoenix starts delivering hard right hands into Kalis’ stomach and shoves him down to the mat. Kalis, quickly, stands back up only to get taken back down with a flying clothesline. As Kalis and Phoenix lie spent on the mat, Kurtis sluggishly pulls himself back into the ring to join them.

All three men start to pull themselves up simultaneously, each wanting the victory for themselves. They start half-stumbling into one another when

Ace Olen: Gotta go!

Olen throws down his headset and charges into the ring just as Kurtis hooks his hand around Phoenix’s throat and hoists him high into the air, choke slamming him hard onto the mat. Kurtis then turns his attention to Olen.

Kalis, realizing Ace is the ring, tries to super kick his brother in the chin but Olen ducks out of the way and Kalis connects anyways, knocking Kurtis’ lights out.

As Kalis turns around, his brother hits him with an inverted three-quarter bulldog. Olen sits in the middle of the ring with a smirk on his face before standing in the center of the carnage. Grabbing his brother, Olen drags Kalis over and lays his limp body on top of Kurtis’.

The referee slides into position as Olen backs out of the ring.

ONE!!… TWO!!… THREE!!

“Homecoming” by Kanye blares into the stadium.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner — SIMON KALIS!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He sure doesn’t look like the winner right now.

BUBBA J: Olen, ever the opportunist.

The camera shot switches to Olen still backing up the aisle, staring at his brother on the mat with his hand in the air.

Ace Olen: Just the beginning, Simon… We’re even now… but this… this is just the beginning…

Olen finally disappears into the entranceway.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Olen/Kalis feud really heating up.

Chad Kurtis vs Jason Christopher
The match started off with both men having bad blood between them, even though they haven’t known reputable online pharmacies for cialis each other all that long. Jason picked out his target, the Icon of Rebel Pro and has his Holy War’s first casualty. They locked up in the center of the ring but Jason was able to force Chad back nailing him in the gut with a knee before delivering a vicious suplex onto the canvas. Jason went on to send Chad flying over the top rop with a lawn dart type throw. Jason leaped from the top turnbuckle nailing him with a cross body that sent Chad’s back into the flesh tearing railing to protect the fans but cause the wrestlers damage on this night. Jason kept pressing his advantage with suplex after suplex on the barbed wire covered floor ripping Chad’s back with each one then he went and ripped the flesh of Chad’s face open with a face drag across the wire on the floor, then railing, before slamming his face into the steel post. Chad was then lifted for a vertical suplex, but The Show managed to somehow counter into an inverted DDT that sent the back of Jason’s head onto the wire. Chad took his time to regain his composure, but with blood dripping from his face and back to splatter on the floor he got up and did pretty much the same to Jason. Chad hit Christopher with a second DDT, this being of the normal variety onto a steel chair covered in barbed wire before he climbed to the top turnbuckle a good seven or eight feet above Jason Christopher on the floor. Chad leaped off with The Best Moonsault Ever and made sure to sacrifice himself with the move to cause more pain as he drove a double knee into his back on impact.

The crowd was loving their hero, Chad Kurtis, as he dominated Jason in the middle of the match, whipping him back and forth in the ringside area to nail him with kick after kick, punch after punch, and a drop toe hold onto the ring steps… that were you guessed it covered in barbed wire as well. Chad lifted the steps over his head, dropping them down on Jason and he lifted them again bringing them down cost viagra vs cialis a second time. Chad got to the top of the turnbuckle, looking down on Jason Christopher before leaping off with another Best Moonsault Ever@! And to the surprise of all reading this, he hit it! Chad lifted Jason up, shoving his face into teh wire, tearing flesh before rolling him into the ring and putting the cross that Jason brought down to ringside in with them both. Chad lifted Jason up, Northern Lights Suplex for a bridged pin that only got two. Chad lifted Jason back up, but Christopher had enough, he nailed Chad in the jaw with an uppercut before flinging the stunned Kurtis in the corner and hitting an Europen Uppercut. Jason then went to town as the crowd began to boo. Jason stomped the shit out of Kurtis, literally making his stomach red from the force of the stomps, but to his credit Chad refused to be stomped into a seated position. Chad fought back, much to the crowd’s delight, but Jason was having none of it. Drop toe hold onto the barbed wire cross had him on top here. Jason lifted Chad up, tossing him into the corner and placing a crown of barbed wire onto his head before pushing it into his scalp. Chad fought back a second time with a punch, but Jason lifted him up after a boot to the gut and hit his Razor’s Edge into a piledriver finisher. Jason placed the crown of barbed wire back onto Chad’s head before laying him on the cross, securing his hands with barbed wire and making the pin.

Winner: Jason Christopher 19:55

~Megavision~

We jump backstage, where ace reported Chet (not Hank) is standing by with Lisa Seldon. Incidentally, this little blurb means she’s learned his first name… and nothing else.

CHET SOMETHING: Good evening I’m here with Lisa Seldon, who has spent the week sharing some words with Justin Case, both of whom seem intent on pushing the other out of Rebel Pro.

Chet turns the mic to Lisa, who is currently sporting both titles since she knows the fans of the AoWF fucking love bright shiny objects.

LISA SELDON: Honestly, it’s nice being aped so closely by an opponent. Literally everything I told him to do he went ahead with, right down to watching me wrestle and not wasting his time on LisaSeldonFans.com.

Secret plug and we roll right on.

LISA SELDON: If anything I feel important, like I’m imparting wisdom on people who should essentially be my elders in this sport, since he’s essentially being doing it much longer and yet only half as good.

She sighs.

LISA SELDON: I only wish I’d asked him to jump up his own ass and die, but I suppose that’s why we’re here tonight.

CHET SOMETHING: Any particular thoughts going into the match tonight?

LISA SELDON: Yes actually!

She beams a smile.

LISA SELDON: I’m feeling in a particularly good mood, so I’m going to let him go on calling himself unpinnable. Sadly, it’ll be because I’ve ripped out his spine or something and left him with nothing to lie on. I guess that’s still technically a win.

She shrugs her shoulders.

LISA SELDON: Still, that’s his problem. C ya!

Lisa waves a hand and then walks out of shot.

CHET SOMETHING: Well… there’s your world champion, and apparently she’s got all the confidence in the world tonight. And going against a former two time world champion in Justin Case, you can bet this is going to be one worth watching.

We linger just a second, then out.

“She Wolf” hits up in the speakers and the crowd goes wild for Emily as she steps through the curtain to a monstorous applause.

JENNY JERSEY: From Rockford, Illinois; she stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds she is the Challenger for the Aggression Championship… “CRIMSON WOLF” EMILY CORLEN!

Emily steps gingerly through the ropes and awaits Hostile to enter the ring.

“Walk Away” by 5 Finger Death Punch hits up and the cheers for Emily quickly die away to be replaced by the same noise level… of boos. Hostile steps through the curtain to the inside of the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, he stands at six feet two inches while weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “THE JERSEY CITY DEMON”… HOSTILE!

Hostile steps through the ropes, staring at Emily before he hands his title off to Alan Stone, his eyes never leaving Emily across the ring.

DING DING

Emily with a forearm to the face catches Hostile off guard, causing hiim to fall back. Emily presses her advantage with a roundhouse kick to his temple sending him into the ropes, but Hostile fires back with a wicked right hand nailing Emily in the forehead causing her to fall back as well. Hostile comes on through with another right hand forcing Emily backwards. Hostile with a front kick, but Emily ducks under uppercutting Hostile right in the groin doubling him over. Emily with a quick neckbreaker takes Hostile off his feet and to the canvas where she goes for a quick cover.

One…

Two…

Hostile kicks out quickly, taking a second to rest before doing so. Emily pulls the Aggression Champion up to his feet, whipping him into the corner. Emily with a running handstand plants both feet right into his face rocking his head backwards and the barbs on the wire catching at his back a bit more. Emily springs off the middle rope with a side kick to his jaw that flips him over onto the apron. Hostile catches himself and Emily comes flying over with a forearm to the face. Hostile dives through the ropes with a shoulder block doublig Emily over at the waist.

BUBBA J: Look at Hostile go!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The match is far from over Bubba J.

Hostile dives over with a sunset flip, but Emily sits down on his chest.

BUBBA J: Lucky bastard.

Emily pounds a fist right down into Hostile’s face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe, not so much now.

Hostile rolls her off, Emily using the momentum to roll up to her feet and get a running start. Hostile up, Emily comes with a scissorskick, but Hostile catches her dumping her over the top and to the outside in the tangles of barbed wire. Hostile runs, leaping over with a plancha to land on top of Emily, driving her deeper into the mess.

BUBBA J: Smash that face!… but not too much.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Torn?

BUBBA J: Of course, stuck between Hostile retaining and him messing up that perty face.

Hostile lifts Emily up, military press slam onto the wire before delivering a leg drop onto her face. Hostile smiles as he lifts Emily back up, but she sends a hand full of the wire right into his balls and he is hurtin’ now! Emily wiggles her fingers before slamming the hand full of wire right into his green face sending him falling backwards like a cut tree. Hostile lands on his back. Emily up to the apron, on the top turnbuckle, flying off with a yell and a backwards flip!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Beautifully executed Swanton from the top turnbuckle there.

BUBBA J: Did you see her tit..

MIKEY MASSACRE: Shut up Bubba J, call the match.

BUBBA J: Spoil sport.

Emily wraps some loose strands of wire around his throat before whipping him with another strand. The strands dig into his throat and the whip sends droplets of blood flying upon impact and as she rears back for another blow. Emily lifts her knee into Hostile’s face, but Hostile shoves her back trying to gain a bit of rest. Emily comes flying with the strand whipping around and around her head. Hostile ducks under lifting her onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry slam, dropping her with a three quarter facelock stunner out of nowhere.

BUBBA J: What a counter from Hostile there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile needs to mount some offense here if he wants to retain.

Hostile gets over to the railing, pulling himself up, taking the railing with him. Emily slowly sits up, her back to Hostile and his section of railing. Emily turns around, raling right to the face sending blood flying and her stitched up forehead begins to bleed again. Hostile with another whack of the railing sends her head spinning to the side and spittle flying from her mouth. Hostile suplexes the railing on top of Emily before lifting her up and slamming her onto the table where Bubba J and Mikey Massacre sit. Hostile climbs up top, diving off with his finisher, The New Jersey Headshot, but Emily simply rolls off the table and Hostile crashes through the wood.

BUBBA J: Crash and burn for Hostile here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But he can turn it around, or at least that is what you were fixing to say.

BUBBA J: I’d to turn Emily around.

Emily is pulling herself up, gasping for breath and wiping the blood out of her face. Hostile is also covered in blood and now beginning to stir in the debris of the table. Hostile is up, his back to Emily who slams a steel chair into his back, causing him to stumble into the railing beside Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Go get her Champ.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with something to prove here.

Hostile spins around shattering a beer bottle right into Emily’s face causing her to fall back. Hostile charges with the broken neck of the bottle, but Emily ducks under tripping him up and causing him to land on the neck of the bottle shattering it as well. Emily leans on the railing, catching her breath as Hostile slowly stirs up to his knees. Emily comes flying over with a knee strike to the back of his skull sending him back down, but not before she spins around slamming his head down with a leg drop to complete the very quick knee strike leg drop combo.

BUBBA J: Emily has speed, that can’t be denied.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Talent as well as heart too.

BUBBA J: And… looks.

Emily pulls Hostile up, looking out to the crowd before rolling the Aggression Champion into the ring. Emily lifts him up, tucking his head between her side, lifting for a suplex, but instead she drives her right knee into his side repeatedly trying to break his ribs and hamper his mobility inside the ring. Emily whips him into the corner, the barbs digging into his back once more. Emily with a running leap launches herself at Hostile, but he moves, she slams chest first onto the barbed wire covered padding(not really a whole bunch of padding anyways). She falls back bleeding from her chest. Hostile with an inverted DDT takes her down onto the canvas before signaling and climbing up top. Hostile dives off connecting with the New Jersey Headshot.

BUBBA J: He connects!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can Emily kick out?

One…

Two…

Three.

BUBBA J: Nope.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… Hostile!

Hostile stands up as Alan Stone hands him the belt, “Walk Away” blaring over the speakers.

There are barbedwire ropes, still fresh large quantities of tonight’s bodily fluid output. The ring itself is also strewn with barbedwire, as is the floor, the announce desk, just about every single weapon in the vicinity, and you’d swear you were seeing things, but you can’t help but think there’s a fan at ringside who has made himself a barbedwire shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for the Rebel Pro World Title, and is your main event of the evening!

Essentially it’s been the theme of the evening, and that doesn’t look to change just because the night is coming to an end. The announcer prepares to step forward and introduce the competitors, both of whom are already standing by, but Lisa steps in and snatches the microphone out of her hand. Somewhere Simon Kalis and the various entities of Emily Corlen groan.

LISA SELDON: Fuck is this Larry; you’re going to make me wrestle in the same barbedwire you had people like Emily Corlen and Marina Blue bleed all over? I’m going to get AIDS.

MIKEY MASSACRE: How does she know these people have AIDS?

LISA SELDON: Come on Mikey, both of them doing Johnny Maverick? That guy did it Maya Kalis, and you know whatever vile disease festering in her snatch would have eaten through any kind of protection you could buy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ouch. Also how did she hear me?

BUBBA J: This isn’t a big room. And you pull in all sounds with that big yap of yours.

LISA SELDON: And surely you of all people must have noticed that Marina Blue’s departure from wrestling coincided with the mass outbreak of AIDS in the porn community.

BUBBA J: Looks like she’s seen your phone bill.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hush.

BUBBA J: And the fact that you’ve never ever been seen with a woman you weren’t paying.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I said be quiet.

BUBBA J: Maybe you should be worried about diseases in the sex industry. You could have anything.

Mikey promptly punches Bubba J in the balls, who breaks out in a fit of laughter and gasps for air. They’re weird friends.

LISA SELDON: And what about poor Chad here? Everyone knows putting on shitty matches and fucking cheap whores is his entire life. Take that away and he’s dead anyway.

A mixed reaction from the fans, for all manner of things, as Justin – not Chad – steps forward to take the mic.

LISA SELDON: Yeah sure.

Lisa throws the mic to Justin just a little too high, enough to pull his eye line up and give her a free shot, which she makes fair use of by taking a running, leaping up and burying the sole of her foot into his face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Cheap shot!

Justin goes down and Lisa snatches the microphone off the mat.

LISA SELDON: Incidentally I’d like to point out that Rebel Pro tests all their wrestlers before allowing them to compete and all of them passed, except for Emily, whose blood sample was mostly of clotted cream. Thank you and good night.

Lisa then turns and belts Justin with the microphone before tossing it out the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hopefully that’s the stand up portion of our show concluded.

Lisa let’s Justin off the mat before blasting him in the chest with a kick to double him over. She then lifts a knee into his face to stand him up straight, cracks him with an elbow in the back of the head and then drops low to sweep out his legs and put him face first on the mat. She then snatches up a strand of barbedwire, sits on his back and then sinks it into his forehead.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And here comes the blood again tonight.

BUBBA J: I hear Justin bleeds like a bitch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Then this main event is going to get messy quick.

Justin grits his teeth and fights through as he’s able to push Lisa off. A puncture leaks out on his head, but not enough to hold him back as he catches Lisa around the waist, charges the ring and pins her to the barbedwire ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Tit for tat.

BUBBA J: Wrong side.

Lisa tears herself off the ropes and drops to a knee. Her face looks pained but apparently it’s more to do with a tear in a shirt which, according to Lisa, was a very nice one. Justin replies, informing Lisa that, on her, it wasn’t in fact all that good at all.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Harsh.

BUBBA J: What’s she need that for anyway? Real men wrestle in barbedwire shirtless.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Umm…

Lisa jumps up and whips a kick up at him that he manages to knock aside. He then whips a back elbow strike over her head and gets caught with an attempt at an Irish-Whip into the ropes. Justin manages to hold on though, and turns with an elbow into her arm to bring her to the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looking to end this already.

His fans cheer as Justin looks for the Gamebreaker early, but Lisa roles onto her back and then kicks him in the face to break his grip. Justin then stumbles back as Lisa gets her feet and lashes out with a knee that sends him backwards toward the ropes. Lisa then moves forward but Justin sidesteps and lets her go in his place, where she stops just in time to avoid going face first. Lisa then turns and rolls out of the way as Justin comes running, too fast to stop and forcing him to slide out the ring to safety.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Narrowly avoids that wire.

BUBBA J: Better not be the theme.

Justin gets to his feet on the outside, and stays careful not to fall into anything outside. Sadly this leaves him too busy to see Lisa covering the ring at pace and leaping up onto the barbedwire ropes, which quiver worryingly, but give her just enough spring to catapult her into the air and down with two knees into Case’s back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spaceman Plancha into a Kneedrop.

BUBBA J: Doesn’t take out a single weapon though. Waste of a move.

Justin topples as Lisa crashes down on top of him, taking them both to the floor. Naturally then she’s first to her feet, and soaks up a few cheers cialis dosage mims before going for a weapon. Of course it’s a chair, and of course it’s wrapped in barbedwire, and as Justin gets up to all fours Lisa brings it down across his back, where it sticks. Rather than wrench it away though, Lisa leaps up and stamps down on top of it, digging it further into his back and putting him down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa getting her licks in early.

Lisa peels the chair off Justin’s back and let’s him get seated before she swings again, only for him to duck and let it crack off the guardrail. The reverberation causes her to drop the chair and gives Case enough time to get back on his feet. Lisa then turns to a kick in the gut that doubles her up and leaves Case free to grab the chair from the ground and rattle it across the back of her head.

The barbs tangle in Lisa’s hair, but Justin doesn’t seem to mind as he uses it to pull her off her feet. He then rips it out and hammers it across her back before tossing the chair to the floor, pulling her up and sliding her back into the ring.

Lisa gets to her knees before Justin drags her onto a shoulder. He then takes a step toward the ropes and sends her flying, skewering her guts along the top rope and letting her flop to the mat. Justin doesn’t settle there though, pulling her up into a Fireman’s Carry and taking a tour of the ring. He then picks a side and spins her off in front of him, slamming her stomach first onto the ropes again and using them to hold her in place as he sets her for a Suplex back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin is all over her at this point.

Justin then grabs an already wrapped chair from the corner and drops it in the middle of the ring. He then stands over it, pulling Lisa into a Double Underhook and pulling her straight into the air.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Setting her up for that patented Butterfly Piledriver.

BUBBA J: If he hits this it’s all over, which is why he’s never going to hit it.

Lisa kicks her legs and carries right over, allowing her to drop down behind him. She then waits for him to turn before throwing a Thrust Kick back into his chest, sending him backwards and giving her space to take a running leap into a Bullet Dropkick, firing him across the ropes and sticking him to the ropes again. Lisa then uses the time to bury a few kicks into his chest before running to the other end of the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now it’s Lisa’s turn to pin him to that spider’s web of barbedwire.

BUBBA J: Wonder if she was right about those blood samples. You can only check them so many times but who knows how often those bitches are giving it away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thanks to the internet, I think most people know how often most of them are giving it away.

Lisa rushes back and leaps, but Justin unpins himself and steps forward, getting under her for a backdrop towards the ropes, landing her back first again. This time though she doesn’t stick, but tears.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The wire just ripped right through her back!

A gruesome hunk of material and flesh hang in the ropes as Lisa arches off her back. The referee tries to check but Justin pushes him away and buries a foot into her stomach, pinning her down again. The ref counts.

1

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa pushes him off.

Justin is shrugged off, but that doesn’t stop him pulling her to her knees, where he holds her face against the groin, much to the chagrin of the fans.

BUBBA J: Enjoy it while you can pretty boy. Gotta feeling she’s gonna come too and mess him up bad.

Justin pulls Lisa onto his shoulders for a Powerbomb, but instead decides to hurl her into the ropes again. This time she takes the first one out but gets stabbed on the second, and Justin takes great delight in ripping her back down to the mat. He then closes on a pin, pressing his palms down hard into her shoulders.

1

2

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s out again.

Lisa kicks out and rolls to her front, but Justin doesn’t seem to bothered, and stalks after, letting her to get to all fours before he drops down behind her and places… well…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin going in doggy style apparently.

BUBBA J: That’ll be new for him.

Justin soaks in the jeers coming his way with all manner of smug satisfaction, even going as far as to give her a mock bumming before dragging her up by her belt. He then cups both her breasts from behind, which turns out to be a mistake as Lisa throws her head back and cracks him in the face. His grip is instantly broken and Lisa staggers forward. Justin refuses to go down though, and picks the chair back

off the floor and buries it in her back. Lisa lets out a very unhappy noise as he tears it off her back and then drops to a knee again. Justin then kicks her on to her back and buries the chair under his foot, the barbs biting into her hands as she tries to block. Yet he powers through, stamping down and sinking the barbs into her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin Case said he was going to make her look bad, and sticking to it right here.

Eventually she manages to push him off and rolls over onto her back. Justin carries on though, picking the chair up and stalking her again. Once more she rises to her knees, and this time offers him to come forward, which he does, throwing all his weight into a swing that misses entirely, as Lisa rolls under and behind him. She then pops to her feet and turns, just a second before he does, giving her enough time to leap up and kick the chair back, where it smashes his face with an enjoyable and sickening thud.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin Case no can defend.

Justin staggers away but Lisa doesn’t let him go, glaring as she leaps forward and latches both her hands into his cocky hair. He tries to get his hands up but Lisa drags him forward and crunches his face with a knee. His teeth rattle and his eyes glaze as Lisa throws him to the mat.

With malevolent glee Lisa snatches the chair up and hammers it across his back. It sticks and he stays on all fours, giving Lisa a platform on which she leaps up and stomps down on, putting him to the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa taking her chance to open him up a little more in return.

Lisa then lets Justin get to his feet before blasting him in the chest with a Front Kick. Justin staggers back and then lunges, but Lisa catches him again with a knee in the chest. This time she follows up, blasting him with two elbows and then a Palm Strike that puts him back far enough for Lisa to leap up and bury her foot into the back of his head with an Enzugiri.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He goes down, and I think I saw a tooth fly out.

BUBBA J: Never is, it’s always gum.

Jason drops and looks out of it, but Lisa follows up with a kick in his chest that fires him back into the ropes. This time it’s his turn to hang there, leaning back into the ropes as Lisa runs up and stamps into his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now Lisa’s really giving it back to him.

BUBBA J: Payback and this chick, both of them cold hard bitches.

At this point they’re both a mess. Blood oozes out freely from beneath Lisa’s tattered shirt and fills her hair as she whips it back. Meanwhile Justin is riddled with punctures across his face, forehead and back, where a fresh tear opens as Lisa wrenches him from the ropes. He then finds his feet, only to sink again when he absorbs a kick in the chest. He gets back up though, and Lisa gladly gives him the time before blasting him with another. His legs buckle but this time he stays standing, and catches Lisa’s leg with both hands. Lisa keeps her balance for a moment but Justin uses the hold to get her off the mat and run her to the ropes, which rip at her again. This time though she hangs on to him, and blasts him with an elbow that pushes him away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth the go.

She lands on her feet this time. Hurt but smiling as she moves off again. In reply Justin seems to be getting annoyed, and hastily throws a kick that Lisa is able to slip by and catch him flush with an Overhand Left. It dazes him but not enough to put him down and allows him to stagger away from a follow up. He comes back with an Open Hand Chop across the chest, that doesn’t quite cut as hard as he’d like.

BUBBA J: Telling you man, shirt in a death match? That shit isn’t cool.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess, kinda like you, she doesn’t want her tits hanging out everywhere.

Lisa backs off as Justin eggs her on, encouraging her to give him a fight. At that she obliges and moves to lift up her shirt, ignoring all the cat calls, which quickly die when it turns out she’s wearing another top underneath.

LISA SELDON: Fuck do you people expect; I’m going to go wrestle topless like Riona Fucking Langly!?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fair.

Never the less it’s a smaller, tighter sort of shiny plastic tank-toppy thing that female wrestlers are all about. What’s more, it shows off a mess of gashes torn down her back, and one particularly nasty chunk of skin hanging off. It’s clear she’s going to need to get some tattoo retouching when this is over, which is clearly the worry right now.

BUBBA J: Now it’s a fight.

Lisa and Justin square off again, with Lisa moving first, jumping to one side and blasting him with a kick in the gut. She then stands back and gives him a turn, and winces as he shatters her chest with a chop. She then fires back, slamming him with another kick that doubles him up, but he shoots back, grinding her with another chop, then a kick, then a chop returned, and a final kick before Justin pushes her into a corner, piercing her already tattered back and rattling her with a violent flurry of chops that leave her hanging on the end of the barbs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’ve torn each other a part and now they’re still going back and forth.

Justin then moves to make some space, but as he turns Lisa rips herself from the corner and blasts him with a Rolling Koppu Kick, putting them both on the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Neither competitor willing to give in.

BUBBA J: That’s what Rebel Pro is all about. Never say die… unless sitting on the other guys chest and smashing his head off the concrete.

The fans are cheering them on, encouraging Lisa to pull her from a red patch on the mat and latch on to Justin again. She pushes back a mess of gore in her hair to get a good look in his eyes, before pulling him into a straight left hand. She then pulls them both standing and blasts him with two more, before smashing him with a Spinning Backfist. Unfortunately it just seems to snap him awake, and he replies by sticking his knee into her back. This shot drops her, and allows him to arch her back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Benchmark!

Justin spins and crushes her against the mat, driving the fight out of her. He then twists her limp body for a pin.

1

2

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa powers out at two.

Justin grits his teeth, but pulls through the pain and gets her off the mat and into a Double Underhook over the chair, but Lisa drops to a knee to stop it. He then sticks a knee into her side to loosen her up, and then lifts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just 2 Talented!

Lisa snaps her legs around his neck and breaks his arm grip, allowing her to throw back and stick him straight down into the mat with her own Spike Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No! Lisa shoots back and drives him into the mat with the Broken Design! And he looks gone.

Lisa pulls the veteran off the mat and into the Muay-Thai Clinch, where she grinds a sick series of knees against his skull, ripping deeper into his cuts. He falls after a forth, before Lisa rips through him with a fifth, putting him to his back. Not done though, she takes her attention to the chair, and begins hastily untangling the wire. The barbs gnawing at her hands.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Her hands are a mess.

BUBBA J: Bet it’ll be worth it though.

Lisa fights through a length of wire, wraps the ends of it around her hands and then pulls the length tight. It stings bitterly but she bares it, before turning her attention back to Case, who catches her with a Forearm. He then swings for a clothesline but Lisa drops past him and catches him with a kick in the gut on the turn. It doubles him over and allows Lisa to dart around his back, where she catches the wire around his throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s going to garrotte him with the wire!

BUBBA J: Bet she didn’t find that in her book of wrestling holds. Maybe mine.

Case tries to get his hands in but Lisa pulls it tight, and falls back, bring him down on top of her. He thrashes but he can’t get free as Lisa latches onto a body scissors to keep him held. She then grits her teeth as she wrenches the hold deep, sacrificing her hands, now leaking blood, as the barbs root themselves in his neck and the wire tenses against his throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He can’t hold out for much longer.

BUBBA J: Those must be some serious issues she’s working out.

Justin flails in a horrid mix of agony and desperation, but Lisa remains just out of his grip, and he starts to fade. Through it all she never lets in, digging it as deep as she can, where he finally starts to fade.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s out!

The referee lifts his hand and lets it drop, but there’s no life at all, causing him to quickly run for the bell. It rings out and the fans rise in a cheer, but Lisa holds the move on.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s done it! Lisa retains.

BUBBA J: And my other boss continues to be the baddest person on top of the company where I’m not allowed to work. If I could though…

The ref finally calls Lisa off, where upon she releases, letting Justin slide off onto her front where the referee runs in to check. Meanwhile Lisa stays on her back, wiping her hands across her face, which only stains it further.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and STILL Rebel Pro World Champion… LISA SELDON!

The fans explode in cheers again as Lisa peels herself from the mat, a dirty red mark remaining where she lay. From her hands to her back, down her face and across her front, she’s a mess of viscous red, but she manages to put on a smile, growing as she’s handed her two belts. The ref seems content that Justin is coming too, and leaves him in the hands of an EMT before moving to Lisa. She lets the AoWF title sit on her shoulder and chooses tonight to hold the Rebel title high as the ref raises her hand. She then lets herself settle to a knee.

BUBBA J: I know there are a lot of people in Rebel Pro who don’t think she belongs here, Justin Case included. But that crazy bitch just wrapped her hands in barbedwire choked out a former world champion. That’s why when I’m not here watching the best action in the world, I’m in Victory Wrestling.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Respect?

BUBBA J: Maybe, but mostly because she clearly doesn’t give a fuck about anyone’s safety, and that suits me fine.

MIKEY MASSACRE: For Bubba J, I’m Mikey Massacre and we’ll see you next week for Aggression!

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