The Civil War of REBEL Pro Part 2

The lame camera crew rushes in at the closing moments of this “friendly” meeting between Larry Gordon and Adrian Kalis.

Adrian Kalis: You understand you have no choice?

Gordon sits across from the young General and scoffs at whatever notion we’ve walked in on.

Larry Gordon: We’ll see about that, won’t we Adrian?

Adrian leans forward, tapping his index finger on the desk.

Adrian Kalis: When this night is over, REBEL Pro will be in flames Larry. And you? You will be fucking dead, old man.

Adrian twirls an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

Adrian Kalis: From the ashes, REBEL Pro will live on without you Gordon.

Larry Gordon: I always admired your family, so much ego even though none of ya’ll have the talent to back it up.

Adrian Kalis: Do I look like Justin Case to you?

Adrian slides over some sort of documentation to Gordon.

Adrian Kalis: It’s all there in black and white. Now, I believe you have matches to commentate on. Don’t you?

Gordon gets up, as does Adrian. He offers a bitter salute to Larry as Larry walks out. Adrian chucks off his suit jacket and throws it against his chair, loosening his tie.

Adrian Kalis: My old man always said it’s smart to keep one loaded in the chamber…

Adrian smirks as we cut from him, and pyros explode all across the Bell Centre to commence the show.

Barbed Wire MASSACRE 2012: Puppet Edition

Ummm…in case you’re wondering what you’re seeing here, it’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. We do hear voices though. Tiny puppet voices.

PuppetLisa: Will you hurry up with that stupid camera?

PuppetTeresa: Win wins inner ns wins.

PuppetLiza: She says she’s working on it.

A growl. A chainsaw starting. Sounds of said chainsaw going through wood. A collision, static, and a very fuzzy picture of some felty (cottony?) in

a top hat. The scene is shaken like a snow globe and come to some sort of focus. Stupid shitty camera. Why must you make us abuse you.

PuppetLiza: Hello, everybody! Welcome to Barbed Wire Massacre.

PuppetLiza is violently pushed to the side. New puffy arms take hold as we are met by evil, evil button eyes.

PuppetLisa: Bonjour, you cheese eating surrender monkeys!

PuppetLiza: I thought the surrender monkies were from France.

PuppetLisa: Your cloth twat is from France!

A sniffle.

PuppetLiza: Is not!

The lens suddenly spins around to give us a glance into a rather small hospital room. Besides the fact that there’s no way in hell the Stilted Wonder could ever fit in here (but fuck your logic), it seems to be like any another germ factory. There’s two other bodies here. The one-eyed ghetto looking thing lies on a bed that seems to be made out of cardboard and the entrails of Lamb Chop. He’s hooked onto fifty different machines that beep, buzz, and purr for no reason whatsoever. Meanwhile, his current roommate glares with his own icey blue button eyes and would like to protest this expolitation of their plight…if PuppetLisa could only stop batting around what’s left of his knee caps.

PuppetLiza: You really should stop that, you know. It’s bad enough he may never walk again. You’re hindering what progress can be had.

And for the first time ever, your favorite non-human seems to listen. She actually stops hitting the first of a trillion Strader clones, walks towards the Kalis clone, and stabs his arms with a scalpel. To her dismay, there’s no responce.

PuppetLiza: PuppetLisa!

PuppetLisa: WHAT?! I have to do something. This boredom is killing me, so I should be killing someone else. Like…hey, where’s the PuppetDrake?

A wheelie bed dashes by yelling something like “gofindpixieandaskhimhowmuchofa–” before fading off into the background. Apparently, we care not for you timelines.

PuppetLisa: Get back here, you!

She also dashes away, presumably chasing the bed. The Magical one hands the camera over.

PuppetLiza: I have to stop her. Here. You can have this for a while.

Then she sneaks off leaving a rather clueless PuppetStrader to speak. He only has one plea.

PuppetStrader: Get us the hell out of here.

And out we go.

Championship Series 1: Barbed Wire Hoodie Ninjas Match!

Bubba J & Anna Mathews versus The Hoodie Ninjas

DING DING

Abbey Graves: The following match… Makes no sense! But let’s do it anyways! In the ring already! In this corner. The cute, the adorable, REBEL Pro Aggression Champion… ANNA MATHEWS!

Anna waves, and smiles, and waves again. The crowd here loves her. The signs proclaiming “Dat Ass” are not lost on her.

Abbey Graves: In this corner! The drunk! The ugly! Ragin Redneck! REBEL Pro’s World Champion… BUBBA J!

Bubba doesn’t seem appreciative of being called drunk. He hasn’t even started drinking. Though he grabs a few more biere froids which confuses him, damn fucking French Canadians.

Abbey Graves: Their opponents!

“Hoodie Ninjas” by MC Chris hits and the 12 Hoodie Ninjas scurry forward and all bum rush the ring.

Abbey Graves: THE HOODIE NINJAS!!!!!

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: What a waste of our time.

Bubba slides out of the ring and rolls his eyes, chugging back the beers. The Ninjas all go for roundhouse kicks on Anna but she kicks them in the face with her own, and harder. They suddenly get terrified and drop.

Anna covers one of them.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Bubba J finishes his beers and burps.

Abbey Graves: Uhm… The winners of this match! Anna Mathews and Bubba J!

Linzi Martin: Brilliant!

Anna smiles and waves to her adoring fans, but Bubba J just gets through his eighth beer of the match with no care about it.

Linzi Martin: These two will meet later for the Aggression title. One of them is going to make history, Larry.

Larry Gordon: I don’t know which is worse.

Linzi Martin: I think you being a backstabbing cock sucker is worse.

Larry Gordon: Excuse me, little lady?

Linzi Martin: What? It’s true.

A Game of Stones

There’s a knock on the locker room door, and Adrian Kalis awaits no response before entering. He stomps, and salutes the man in the room.

Adrian Kalis: All Hail, brother.

Stone looks up as he finishes lacing his boots and salutes back.

Matt Stone: All Hail.

Stone crosses his arms and leans back, an inquisitive look on his face.

Matt Stone: The plans we made for tonight?

Adrian Kalis: It’s been set in stone.

Adrian lights the cigarette he had twirling earlier in the evening, and smirks. Matt rolls his eyes.

Adrian Kalis: Tonight, you and I destroy our enemy in one fatal blow and set the course right for REBEL Pro.

Matt Stone: Don’t worry, Liz is ready for her new role.

Adrian Kalis: Our new soldier is ready for his.

They seem like long lost friends, deviously scheming away.

Adrian Kalis: You know, a naked man has very few secrets.

Matt Stone: A flayed man has none?

They both laugh, those sick Canadian bastards, as we fade to ringside.

REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Barbed Wire Hangman Match

Jaice Wilds© versus Jack The Mackhammer©

The noose hangs down from the rafters, waiting to be used.

Abbey Graves: The following match is the Fecal Beagle title unification Hangman match! Introducing first.

“Animal” by Nickleback hits as Jaice Wilds steps out, thunderous cheers greeting him as he makes his way to the ring.

Abbey Graves: He is the Fecal Beagle Champion… JAICE WILDS!

Jack The Mackhammer comes running out as Jaice grabs a chair and slides into the ring.

Abbey Graves: And his opponent! Also the Fecal Beagle Champion… JACK THE MACKHAMMER!

DING DING

Mackhammer wastes no time yelling at Jaice, informing him he’s not walking out of here the loser. Jaice Wilds takes a seat on the steel chair he took from ringside and watches. Mackhammer grabs the barbed wire noose and pulls it around his neck, then tightens. He motions for someone to hoist it up. Jaice nods, impressed maybe? Probably not.

Larry Gordon: This is the kind of idiocy REBEL Pro has been reduced to since Kalis came.

1!

Linzi Martin: To be fair Larry, you introduced this title.

2!!

Jaice Wilds applauds.

3!!!

Larry Gordon: It was a gift, for Bobby Lee. It was never a real title, Linzi.

4!!!

Larry Gordon: Simon legitimized it, or tried to. But the AoWF never recognized it.

5!!!

Linzi Martin: Doesn’t matter, had sex.

6!!!

Mackhammer flails around, bleeding from his neck but smiling all the same.

7!!!

Larry Gordon: Excuse me?!

8!!!

Linzi Martin: Yeah!

9!!!

10!!!

DING DING DING

Abbey Graves: The winner of this match, JAICE WILDS! And UNDISPUTED Fecal Beagle Champion… JACK THE MACKHAMMER!

The noose lowers and Mackhammer falls to the canvas, loosening it up but happy all the same.

Abbey Graves: Sadly, as of this moment… The Fecal Beagle Championship has been retired.

Jack The Mackhammer has the saddest of panda looks on his face right now, in utter disbelief. He grabs the title and holds it close, the crowd cheers for him all the same. Jaice Wilds leaves and shrugs off all the wackiness. As he walks up the ramp Bobby Lee comes running out like a man on a mission. Bobby Lee slides into the ring and grabs the title out of Mackhammers hands. Jack screams in horror as Lee throws himself out of the ring and escapes through the crowd, wrapping the title around his head. It’s then we see two short, sickly things come running out from the back.

Linzi Martin: Are those aliens?

They look like two Gray Aliens from Zeti Reticuli, those who’ve been hunting Bobby Lee for years. But Bobby Lee, with a spotlight on him somewhere in the crowd shows he once again has the FB title protecting him. The aliens shriek and flee in horror. Jack The Mackhammer looks really confused right now.

Larry Gordon: My lord.

Linzi Martin: Yes, we are a professional wrestling organization.

The aliens do flips and other inane shit as they run back to their spaceship. Mackhammer rubs his bleeding neck and pouts.

Linzi Martin: And so ends the era of Fecal Beagle beer and their title. How sad for us all.

C’est Le Tapette

The camera opens up in the locker rooms, where Lucious Starr stands, inexplicably, by a vending machine. We watch as a few Canadians- *puke*- stroll past, watching as Lucious starts to down a Jones Cream Soda.

French Canadian Bastard: C’est Lucy Starr!! Tres incredible!!

Lucious Starr: Goddamn Canadians…

Lucious walks off, trying to lose the Canadians as we pan back to ringside.

Number One Contenders Trophy Battle Royal

Jack Spades vs. Reece Paxton vs. Umbra vs. Electra vs. Matt Stone vs. Virgil Keenan vs. Rocky Logan vs. Jacob Figgins

in the ring we have all the competitors already. Paxton, Figgins and Stone are all in one corner while the rest are spread out, keeping their backs to the ropes. The Order seems to be on the same page oddly regardless of words shared the previous weeks. They might be able to work as a team, for now. Everyone has their own brand of Barbed Wire, everyone except Matt Stone. There are several bats, but the most menacing one is in the hands of Virgil Keenan. Notable items are a Barbed wire gauntlet, wrapped tightly and intimidating around his hand and wrist. Reese holds in his hands about 3 feet worth of barbed wire, a whip perhaps.

Linzi Martin: “Well here we go, the Order looks to add the Number One Contender Trophy to their list of accolades”

Larry Gordon: “Yeah right, Virgil Keenan is ready to clean this up! The Order already made sure Justin couldn’t win this, they can’t stifle Keenan as well”

Linzi Martin: “We’ll see about that, All Hail!”

Right before the bell rings, someone is pushed down in the front row as someone hopes over the barricade. A chorus of cheers echo out of the crowd, alerting the members inside the ring to look out for merely a moment.

Linzi Martin: “Is that…?”

Larry Gordon: “Yes, it’s former Alliance Member Alexander O’Ryan! If he’s in this, I’m changing my pick!”

Ding Ding

Alexander Immediately makes a B-line for whoever is in front of him, blasting Jack spade over his head, crumbling him to the mat. Electra jumps on his back, locking in a sleeper, it stalls him for a moment before backward smashing her into the turnbuckle. She loosens her grip and with one more smash knocks her off. Steel chair still in hand Alex swings and connects with the top pad, electra dodging. O’ryan doesn’t get chance to keep his game focused as Figgins and Reese come in befrom behind, double teaming the man with orders echoing from Matt in the corner, avoiding conflict. Alex looses hold of his chair as Figgin’s and reese take turns beating down and whipping the man with their barbed wire.

Larry Gordon: “ Alex is taking a small beating here with the Order all over him!”

Linzi Martin: “The Order verbalized some trouble in the ranks over the weekend but it seems things are going alright for now.”

Virgil Keenan who at this time was fighting with Umbra gains an advantage, and drops Umbra with a DDT. Instead of breaking through and trying to eliminate the man, Keenan notices and see’s the double team effort on O’Ryan. Keenan takes a risk, taking his dropped bat and smashing it into Reese’s side, hitting the brunt of the back of the bat into Figgins’ gut. Alex gets to his feet and both men share a look. Double drop kick to the Order! Both men are to their feet and stare at Stone who has himself backed into a corner. Looking both ways he drops down and rolls through the bottom rope, getting to the outside. Keenan scoffs but isn’t given enough time to do much about it as Reese and Figgins’ both find their way to a vertical. O’Ryan and Keenan continue their momentary alliance, laying fists and elbows into their opponents. Figgy fights Virgil and finds himself with an advantage, chopping flesh away with his gauntlet hand. Reese has lost his wire and and resortsto more traditional battle, pushing Alex into the corner where he attempts to push him up and over. Matt Stone cheers them on from the outside.

Larry Gordon: “ Virgil and Alex have teamed up for what i can only imagine is a temporary alliance until the order has been taken out!”

Linzi Martin: “Jack Spade and Umbra are going at it in the background, Rocky and electra, and well.. Stone is hiding on the outside! Hell Funk Dog keeps running corner to corner keeping out of attention.”

Alex fights out of his situation with several elbow shots that staggers back the king of the north. O’Ryan uses his placement into the ring to fling himself from the top rope and cross bodies Reese with a SOLID move. Rolling through O’Ryan spurts to his feet, returning to favour to Virgil to had been backed into the ropes with a barbed wire steel chair to the back of Figgins. Figgy doesn’t go down but staggers, turning around into both Virgil and O’ryan grabbing him by the arm and neck, running along the ropes to the adjacent side, FLIN-no! Matt Stone from the outside grabs hold of Virgil’s foot, tripping him. Alex quickly looks back confused only to have Reese appear neck to him, and with him and FIggy combined, tosses him over the top rope!

Abby Graves: “ALEXANDER O’RYAN IS ELEMINATED!”

Larry Gordon:” O’Ryan is out! And he looks viciously pissed off!”

That he does, smashing his fists down on the announcer’s table. Virgil doesn’t look too impressed under his mask either, glaring at Stone who all but mocks him with his glare and smirk. Figgy and Reese seems proud of themselves eliminating a rather fresh wrestler. Alex gets escorted to the back, but he’s not happy about it. Amongst the commotion. Umbra leaps from the middle of nowhere with a bunch of wire, the one Reese had dropped, wrapping it around Virgil’s neck. Kennan immediately falls back, but the thumb wasn’t enough to shake him off as he is pressed into a rear Naked Choke, y’know… with barbed wire. The Order Ignore Keenan and go to work over Rocky Logan and Jack spade, leaving electra fighting funk dog . Virgil and Umbra roll on the mat as blood starts to seep from his neck, finally managing to get himself back to a vertical, repeating what Electra had done moment’s earlier. Umbra, being higher up, unloads himself on the top rope. Virgil gets away with the wire still around his neck, prying it away. Umbra leaps with an axe hammer only to get himself laid out with a counter jumping European uppercut.

Larry Gordon: “Virgil almost decapitated Umbra there with that European uppercut!”

Linzi martin: “ But Matt stays safe and sound outside the ring, he’s fresh and ready to go.”

Figgy and Reese both look a little annoyed at Matt taking the easy street in this battle royal, they don’t yet say anything. Umbra and Virgil are still fighting in the corner as Reese picks up Jack Spade and drops him down over Figgy’s knee, their time being taken up, but relatively cleaning house. Matt starts barking orders from the outside, seemingly directing their attention to Virgil Keenan, he wants him out now. Figgy and Reese kinda grunt before turning their heads towards the wrestler. Virgil Notices and whips Umbra towards them. The darker man flings himself into the air with a twirling cross body knocking both men down to their backs. Things aren’t over however as Virgil grasps the man from behind and Flings him over the top rope!

Abby Graves: “ UMBRA HAS BEEN ELIMINA-!”

Larry Gordon: “Oh god!”

SLAM, Umbra in a blind rage smacks the woman in the back of the head with nearby chair. She looks brutally out of it as she holds the back of her head! Ring side security and refs grab him by the arms and push him back, keeping him away from Graves who is being immediately tended to. Umbra keeps yelling he’s not out, he hasn’t been eliminated. The commotion on the outside hasn’t stopped the men inside as a slightly distracted Virgil gets himself toppled over and crushed by a German Suplex by Jacob Figgins. Reese and Jacob look like they are going to pick apart the former Aggression champion when Jack Spade and Electra, not impressed with their previous beatings lay into the two order members, giving Virgil breathing room as an unintended side effect.

Larry Gordon: “Poor Abby! What a monster!”

Linzi Martin: “I know right, who we gonna have announce the eliminations now?”

Linzi Martin: “What?”

Figgy and Reese get pushed back, Reese into the corner, Figgy into the adjacent ropes. Hells seems to break loose as Funy dog even brings the action to the table, picking the scraps of Virgil, who retreated to the corner. Pummeled into the ropes Figgy gets a little pissed when Stone yells at him for being a pussy. The comment urks him enough to grasp the woman’s hair and LAY A SERIES OF BARE KNEES INTO HER FACE! Electra looks like she has been murdered as she topples over in the center of the ring! Figgy gives Matt the middle finger and tells him to get his ass into the ring. Matt steps back biting his lip. Figgy scoffs and walks away, reaching into his trunks. He pulls out a barbed wire covered elbow pad. Loaded. With Hello kitty printed on it. The fans go absolutely berserk with Hello Kitty Chants! Figgy puts it on his non-barbed wired arm and taps it across the top rope pad. FUNK DOG DOES DOWN! ROCKY LOGAN GOES DOWN! JACK SPADE! ELECTRA IS PULLER TO HER FEEt, HELLO KITTY DOOM DOOM TRAIN TO THE OUTSIDE!~ KAWAII!~

Linzi Martin: “Uhh… Electra has.. been.. umm eliminated.”

The ring is empty of standing non-Order members as they all felt the wrath of cuteness. Reese and Figgins glance each other over and grab the nearest body being Jack Spade, prying him up against the ropes, looking to topple him to the outside. Only for Virgil Keenan to launch himself out of the opposite corner and grabbing , them all and lifting them up and over! REESE And FIGGY hold onto the outside dangling! Jack spade his the canvas outside being eliminated. Virgil keeps his speed with him, hitting the opposite ropes, heading back with a, COMBO BREAKER! Vrigl hits the mat hard and lays there as dead weight. Stone is finally in the match, And he Goes to eliminate REESE AND FIGGY! Jacob and Reese both counter, side stepping and letting Matt tumble backwards into the ring.

Larry Gordon: “Uh oh…”

Linzi Martin: “ This is where shit gets serious.”

Reese and Figgy step into the ring where Stone glares at them both and suddenly starts trying to talk his way out of the issue. Neither man have what it takes to deal with the bullshit and Matt can see it in his eyes. Matt Stone fires a right at Figgins, a right at Reese! Stone fights them both off for a moment until Reese and Figgy both get their feet back under them and they overwhelm their General. Virgil is still out of it and the Funk-dog Rocky logan combo seem to still be feeling the wrath of japan’s favourite elbow. Stone is tossed into the corner where Jacob runs up and slams his barbed wire gauntlet into Stone’s face! Reese follows up with a high foot. The beat down begins as Stone seems to begin bleeding. A low Blow! Another! Matt Stone drops down and out of the ring, tumbling out to the fan barricade. Figgy and Reese both hit the mat, rage fueling from their expressions.

Linzi martin: “Matt stone has played this match smart so far but it just seems like he’s pushed too many buttons with his team members.”

Gordon: “Getting to the outside at this point is not helping him right now. He’s made his move and it might have screwed him. Looks like he was gonna get himself rid of them, and toss a broken Virgil over the top.”

Jack spade is to hiss feet, having seen the damage, opts after Virgil instead, who still hasn’t done much moving since the Combo Breaker. Pulluing him to his feet by his head and trunks Spade goes to pick him up and toss him over the top rope, Only for the wrestler to push off the back of the clown. A shove forward and Spade hangs on the apron, Spinning off the ropes and one baseball slide later Virgil has eliminated spade!

Linzi martin: “Jack Spade has been eliminated!”

Rocky logan, funk dog, and both order members have found their feet while Virgil has slumped out of the ring. Figgy and Reese look to Matt but before they can do anything Logan and Funk have assaulted them from behind with barbed wire bats. They find it hard to defend themselves as they both get their chests bled in. Both members find themselves pummeled into different corners, and Matt can only smile as he rest just a little lo- SICK KICK! Virgil From the left and out of nowhere returns the favour, knocking Stone to the ground with a high boot. Back into the ring he goes. Stone rolls into the ring, with enough wits about him to grab a spool of wire and wrap his fist. Virgil, bleeding and battered follows him in and stalks him, looking to pry him off the mat. Falcon punch! The side of Virgil’s face is scraped and ripped as he stumbled back into the ropes, groggy.

Larry Gordon: “Matt Stone is finally in this thing and he’s throwing haymakers left and right.”

Attempting to toss Virgil out of the ring Stone charges with his barbed fist, knocking Virgil up and over and Elimina-No, Virgil catches the bottom rope and stays in. Stone presses his boot onto this hand trash talking as he does. Only for a barbed wire back to the side to get him off the elimination! Rocky logan and Funk have moved on from Reese and Figgy who are battered and beaten in opposite corners. They don’t seem to notice Virgil and continue a tag team beat down on the former PWA champ. Pushed into the ropes they pry a foot up and over. Matt starts pummeling rights into the foreheads but it doesn’t work out too much in his favour until they are both grasped and knocked over the top rope! Stone grasps the bottom rope and clings to in dear life as Paxton and Figgy wave to the fallen members.

Linzi Martin: “Funk dog and Rocky Logan have been eliminated!”

Larry Gordon: “the final 4, Virgil Vs… the Order.”

Linzi Martin: “Time for Virgil to put up or shut up.”

Virgil Has pulled himself into the ring, he watches Figgy and Reese argue amongst themselves as they debate tossing stone out right now, taking their eyes off the ring they forget about Virgil, and they accidentally allow Stone to roll back in. He gets up in their faces and demands they work together for now to be rid of Virgil before it’s too la- VIRGIL TOSSES FIGGY OUT OF THE RING! Matt stone and Reese nearly shit themselves as a blur of a bat and barbed wire fling by and nail Jacob out of the ring and to the matting outside! Matt stone and Reese do a guttural retort and attack the only non Order member left in the ring, knocking the bat out of his hand as they double team the masked wrestler.

Linzi Martin: “Jacob Figgins has been eliminated!”

Virgil fights back with fists, teeth, kicks, chops and every ounce of desperation he has left in his soul. Matt staggers back, Reese staggers back, Virgil has a spurt of success as he clobbers into both opponents! Counter! Rolling elbow! Virgil drops and holds his mask where the nose would be. Stone shakes himself off and the momentary weakness in the order is disappearing as both member stomp Virgil to mud in the middle of the ring. Figgy while eliminated and pissed off manages to collect himself for the greater of the order and toss the forgotten Barbed wire Chair into the ring. Stone collects it and smirks. Reese mounts the wrestler and proceeds to pummel elbows into the face of his opposition, Virgil seems rather motionless when Reese moves away and lets Stone javelin the chair down onto his gut. It’s a bloody beat down now as the barbed wire rips the stomach.

Larry Gordon: “Well, it looks like it’s down to stone and Reese.”

Stone makes the demand to pick the wrestler up and hold him steady. A sinister smirk grows over his face as a groggy and perhaps unconscious wrestler is deadlifted to his feet. SWING! SMASH! Busted wide open! Reese hits the mat! Virgil dodges and hits the ropes, a return and flying elbow! Stones down and the Chair goes tumbleing. Figgy looks worried on the outside, jumping to the apron, and being pulled back down by refs. Jacob is escorted to the back as Stone and Virgil return to their feet. Virgil staggers and stumbles into the ropes. He’s losing blood. Stone grabs the nearest weapon, Virgil’s own bat and rushes in, Virgil side steps, dumping Matt stone over! He catches himself on the top rope, grabbing Virgil with his feet! They are both on the apron! Teetering on defeat! Both men are hanging from the top rope, stumbling to get a flat foot on the apron. Stone get’s there first, hitting a swift kick to a hanging keenan. Virgil keeps on the

rope! Stone kicks the bullshit and bites the mother fucking life out of Virgil’s Finger!

Larry Gordon: “Stone is literally fighting tooth and nail for this!”

Linzi: “ Virgil’s got his footing!”

And that he does, grabbing Matt by his hair and choking him off the top rope! An elbow, and another free’s himself. Virgil steps back, As does mat, and as they do, they both catch in their peripheral Reese charging the two wrestlers! TAG TEAM HIP TOSS!

Linzi Martin: “REESE PAXTON IS ELIMINATED!”

Larry Gordon: “Holy shit, Virgil and Stone are the only men left in this! Virgil has almost defeated the Order!”

Linzi Martin: “It’s not over yet! Matt stone is still fighting, he’s got this in the bag!”

Virgil and Matt both look at each other and in unison make their escape back into the ring! Both men meet eyes once they’ve arrived, a pause for a moment as the fans roar in cheers, names being tossed in either direction. With that both men back up to their own corner. With a nod they both explode out, locking up! Stone makes a break to the behind, rear waist lock. Virgil switches it up, from behind he grabs both Stone’s arms from between his legs where he was trying to break the hold, flipping him onto his back. Hands are still intertwined as Stone rolls, crosses the arms and monkey flips the masked man onto his back. The arms are still locked! Stone untwirls the arms, bringing his opponent to a seated position, driving a knee into his back. Virgil feels his shoulders wrenched and pressed back. Fighting it off Virgil pushes himself to his feet with arms still locked, mule kick! Stone staggers back into the ropes, rolling along them till his hits the corner, refusing to have his back on the ropes. Virgil stands up and wipes his lip, charging the corner where Stone is. Stone dodges, only to have Virgil spring board off and land a twirling DD- Dropped onto the apron! Matt dumps the wrestler onto the apron, but his head is still caught. Elbows and fists don’t seem to assist him much as Virgil clenches the Front face lock in expertly. Virgil pulls him forward, he tries to suplex him over the top rope!

Larry Gordon: “Sweet jesus, can Matt Fight out of this!”

Linzi Martin: “ Stone is grabbing the top rope and won’t let go!”

Stone is teetering ont he top rope, but won’t let himself go over. Virgil changes tactics, stepping on the second rope, launching himself up and back down! Gullitean! Stone’s throat whips lashes off the top rope, giving Keenan a chance to roll back in. Capitalizing on the situation Virgil twirls stone around and gets a enzuguri for his efforts! Matt’s unable to immediately capitalize as he gasps for air, holding his neck, but primarily his throat. Virgil grabs the bottom rope trying to get back to his feet, he only manages his knees by the time a more pissed off Matt Stone appears with the coil of barbed wire again, whipping the wrestler across the chest. Keenan grasps his wound only to be whipped again. Turning back on Keenan tries to escape, another whip, another, and blood is seeping through small gashes. Stone gains a clear advantage until, during his escape attempts Virgil grabs the bat he brought into this fight, turning around to Stone who immediately backs off. Virgil uses the bat to stand, ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Stone wraps his fist again and side steps around the ring, agile and quick to dodge a few bat tosses that come his way. Virgil charges the corner and rips asunder the top pad, revealing the metal behind it. Stone connects with a cheap side jab that pushes Virgil into the corner, dropping the batt to the outside, another jab attempt and it connects, another, it connects, another and Virgil out straight roundhouse kicks Stone to the canvas.

Larry Gordon: “Each wrestler is fighting for this contender ship trophy like nothing else. Blood is littering the mat from people who have fought in this very match. “

Linzi: “Both wrestlers seem unable to let themselves be eliminated, it’s gonna come down so some serious hustle.”

Virgil runs at the ropes with Stone and tosses him over the top rope! Matt grabs on, though, staying on the apron. Virgil catches Matt with a straight right. Then a second one. Matt is leaning back, almost losing his balance. Keenan reels back for a third, but Stone quickly slides under the bottom rope and through Virgil’s legs. When Keenan turns around, he’s met with the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! Keenan is propelled backwards, tipping on the ropes and Matt quickly reaches his hands out and pushes Virgil over the top and out of the ring!

Virgil Keenan Eliminated

Ding Ding

Stone lays back, holding his right arm high in the air as Sound of Madness plays throughout, Linzi jumping up

Linzi Martin: “Yes! He did it, Matt won!”

Larry Gordon: “He got lucky.

You Fucked Up

After the Battle Royale match, officials are out at ringside, doing some minor clean up and resetting the ring.

Umbra is walking in some darkened part of the backstage area of the arena, when he hears a faint voice.

???: “Hey there, stud.”

He stops for a second and turns around, and is immediately met face-to-face with ring announcer Abbey Graves.

Abbey: You fucked up, shadow boy.

And with that, a stiff chop across the chest shocks Umbra. Abbey then lands a fury of well placed kicks to the midsection, chest, and legs of Umbra, making him stumble backwards into the wall. She sends a few forearms into his masked face, and the camera picks up what he is saying as she lands these blows.

He fights back, pushing the smaller girl out of the corner, and landing a few shots of his own. Abbey falls to her ass, but pops up quickly with a surprise low blow. Umbra yells loudly, falling to his knees. Officials are in to break up the two, easily holding Abbey back.

Abbey: You put your hands on the wrong woman, you fucking twit. Next time I get my hands on you…..

She continues to yell as officials drag her away. Umbra gets to his feet, and tries to give chase, angrily shouting indistinguishable words. The officials hold him back, including Adrian who happened to be passing by. He finally steps back, and smirks.

Adrian Kalis: I smell a sexy time match… With, uh. You too Umbra.

If we could clearly see Umbra’s face, he’d probably show he’s none too happy with this.

Championship Series 2: REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Barbed Wire I Quit Match

Bubba J versus Anna Mathews©

“Love is All Around” or “Who Do You Love?” that is the question. Only one tune will cue the end of this Barbwire I Quit match that’ll decide the Aggression Championship. We’ve been waiting the entire night, let alone weeks to see Bubba J challenge Anna Mathews, and fucking hell are we rewarded exquisitely in blood and passion. Here’s the lowdown:

Linzi Martin: Jake Norton, welcome to the commentary table.

Jake Norton: Thank you! ^_^

Linzi Martin: What business do you have out here?

Jake Norton: Looking for a job as part of the booth, Lizzy. Can I call you Lizzy? Plus, I have a nice voice.

Linzi Martin: Something to compensate for your unfortunate mug.

Jake Norton: Let’s not get nasty. We’ve got Bubba J and Anna Mathews to do that for us!

Walking backward at a quick pace in a circular motion is Anna whilst Bubba follows like a southern hunter. Not long after three cycles does Bubba charge through the invisible path aiming for a takedown of sorts, but Anna’s flexibility unsurprisingly ruins the attempt by flipping completely over Bubba, seen in Anime and the like. Super-kick to the back of the neck staggers Bubba into the barbwire ropes, entrapping him via metal thorns piercing Bubba in the chest and right arm. Capitalizing, Anna rockets off the canvas to dropkick Bubba’s back, driving him further into the barbwire. As he moans, Anna tongues the inside corner of her lip while slightly squinting until deciding on something—

Jake Norton: NO

Linzi Martin: Diving cross-body!!

Jake Norton: THE ROPES BROKE! THEY’RE ENGULFED IN THE DEVIL’S VINES!

As the Cancerous one cried into his headset, Anna puts herself at risk to send both to the outside resulting no ropes (at least on this side of the ring) to keep them from falling out for the remainder of the match, if these two can even continue, that is. But who am I kidding? Anna’s reformation confirms this is only beginning, but blood seeps out of her arm, unless that’s Bubba’s mess. He’s not bleeding profusely but this isn’t an ideal start. Trying to untangle himself, Bubba also fights off mud stomping from the Lady of Batshit, but eventually goes mental himself and despite his pain, takes hold of Anna’s foot and pulls sharply, bringing Mathews onto her bum, which had barbwire to greet.

Jake Norton: Inhumane, that was.

Linzi Martin: Yes, but how else is Bubba suppose to get up?

Jake Norton: Aye, I wasn’t trying to build a case. Just stating the obvious!

Grimacing, Anna in retaliation kicks Bubba in the ribs as he gathers himself. Returning the favor, Bubba slugs the Dodo Queen with a slobber-producing punch to the chin, forcing her to smack against the concrete headfirst! Getting to his feet, finally, Bubba mounts a crawling Anna and decks the sides of her head with hard-hitting shots!

Jake Norton: Those hands belong to a 250 pound, 6 foot plus man who either desperately wants to become Champion of REBEL Pro or really despises cute quirky girls.

Linzi Martin: It began for the belts but I feel – as evident by the effort thus far – that heat is boiling between the two for the length each are willing to extend.

Jake Norton: Thankfully, I’ve never in my career had to wrestle in a barbwire match, but if I were either of these two, I’d try my damnedest to wrap this up quickly seeing how they still have to fight for the Heavyweight belt in a dog chain –

Linzi Martin: Clearly that’s what every wrestler would plan – unless you’re Bubba J who’s got a record so violent that it suggests he gets off on this, which is even worse for Anna – but remind yourself that this is an I Quit match. Do you honestly believe we’ll be finished shortly?

Regardless of Anna’s face being smashed against the guardrail at a vile rate; regardless of Bubba receiving a tilt-a-whirl spike DDT onto barbwire-slash-concrete; regardless of Bubba catapulting Anna into the ring post, then, with barbwire in hand, slides inside the ring to wrap said barbwire around both the post and a dazed Anna’s throat to choke her – applying more pressure by pushing both his feet against the turnbuckle that – I ain’t fucking exaggerating – nearly cause Anna’s eyes to bulge out of her teeny-bop head; regardless of Anna wrapping barbwire around her right boot to stomp a fucking hole into Bubba’s bathing suit area: neither competitor seem to have the intention of surrendering soon.

Jake Norton: Entering the twenty minute mark, Anna’s once beautiful face sports a crimson mask that will likely outrage feminists around the globe, and Bubba’s dick will probably need reattachment.

Linzi Martin: Both the Heavyweight Champion and the Aggression Champion slowly exchange shots, with Bubba relying on his bone-crushing fists while Anna depends on her nifty, stiffer than lumber kicks, blended with the occasional knife-edge chop.

Jake Norton: Blimey! Anna just chopped Bubba across the throat! That threw a wrench in the machine, didn’t it?

Linzi Martin: Springing from the apron, Anna follows with a somersault seated SENTON that–

Jake Norton: FUCK – LIZZY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!

A somersault seated senton brings Bubba spine-first against the commentator’s table, which remarkably didn’t break, but thoroughly ruins Bubba, and also, due to the table not breaking, Anna darted off Bubba’s shoulders for Linzi to eat 120 pounds of deadweight! With everyone laid out at ringside, except for Jake Norton who’s demanding medical assistance, naturally all in attendance roar giddily as if it were the best spot conceivable.

Jake Norton: Folks at home, I don’t know if you can hear me thanks to these marking fans, but my colleague is out-cold, Bubba is nursing himself, and Anna is clueless to what she just fucking did! Is this what REBEL Pro is like?! Should I expect mayhem like this weekly if I get hired?

With her hand on her head, as if it’ll stop the pain, Anna goes around the table to confront a rising Bubba. A knee to his ribs and an elbow to the spine kept Bubba at bay, and allowed Anna to shove the Georgian harshly beneath the bottom barbwire rope that clawed at his back. Entering the ring by other means (through the rope-less side), Anna, after several kicks to Bubba’s damaged back, takes a few steps backward to prepare herself. Dashing across the ring, Anna swings for a step up Enzu-

Jake Norton: GORE! GORE! GORE! Bubba J lays the Princess of Zany out with a Gore! Bubba countered with the great equalizer! With the Holy Ghost as my witness: Anna has been broken in half!

Both breathing heavily, drenched in blood, and at breaking point, once more, the iconic trade of punches commences. Seven hits later, Bubba knocks Anna silly with a uppercut, which is followed by a toe kick into a –

Jake Norton: STUNNER! STUNNER! BAH GAWD! BUBBA HIT THE STUNNER!

That he did! Anna goes flying backward into the turnbuckles, looking ever so brain-dead. Bubba looks like he’ll collapse at any moment, but he pushes forward. He charges into the turnbuckle, but,

Jake Norton: OH!! POSSUM PLAY!! TARANTULA! TARANTULA!

What the cockeyed British faggot means is Anna dodged Bubba’s attack by jumping over him, hooked her legs around his arms, draped over the top barbwire rope (ouch), and hooked her arms around both of his legs to secure the hold. With barbwire in-between them both and Anna’s constant jerking, Bubba suffers immense pain, as you would imagine.

Jake Norton: Usually the tarantula isn’t an ideal move to use for regular bouts because it disregards the rope-break, but here it’s perfectly legal! Bubba J has nowhere to go unless he can somehow find a—

Bubba J: GODDAMMITIQUITFUCK

Jake Norton: WELP – THERE YOU HAVE IT!

Coming Soon to an AoWF Near You!

The arena darkens, including the REBELTron.

Linzi Martin: The hell is this?

Larry Gordon: Canadians can’t pay their dang electricity bill. Especially here in French Canada. Too much poutine in the brain.

Suddenly, “Wait & Bleed” by Slipknot begins blasting through the speakers. The REBELTron begins to flicker as this image appears…

 

How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, is so very wrong.
I wish I didn’t like this…
is it a dream or a memory?

The image itself bleeds out from the REBELTron. The song stops, the lights turn back on…

Barbed Wire Tables Grudge Match

Jamie Shields versus Atticus Pike

Coming down the entrance ramp is Linzi Martin, who gets a lovely reaction, and is returning from backstage where officials had a doctor examine her for that nasty bump earlier in the Anna Mathews & Bubba J ‘I Quit’ match. Norton, of course, is still at ringside, so when she strolls toward the booth, he politely awaits her arrival to be seated and claps.

Jake Norton: How nice of you to rejoin us, Lizzy! I’m glad to see you’re okay.

Linzi Martin: …

Jake Norton: You are okay, yes?

Linzi Martin: Our next match pits Jamie Shields against PWA’s own Atticus Pike in a barbwire tables match. The difference between the regular and this special barbwire stipulation is in order to win: you must put your opponent through a table covered in barbwire. Which is why you see several of them setup along ringside but also a couple normal ones.

Jake Norton: That’s a bit complicated, isn’t it? Can’t win by simply putting a bloke through any but a specific table; though I suppose you must keep to the barbaric theme of the show, huh?

Shields and Pike: the showdown over worthwhile ambitions and healthy direction. Also an indication to who might survive another year, perhaps? Skipping the recyclable entrances, we’re gonna jump straight into the action because that’s all anyone cares about anyway. Pike, with a 6 inch advantage over the Brooklyn brawler, locks-up but Jamie being aware of Pike’s foremost technical background, knees Pike in the groin, scoops him up, displaying much power, walks a bit toward the barbwire ropes and slams him on top of them!! They each break as Pike falls through the three, hitting the apron with his upper back on the way down to the outside!

Jake Norton: That’s bloody two sides of the ring now without ropes! First came earlier in Anna vs. Bubba, and now we got this!?

Linzi Martin: That’s the uniqueness of this environment, Norton. Tonight’s surroundings provide an opportunity to cause utter devastation for your opponent, and mainly it’s how you go about it. Example being: this delayed scoop slam generally isn’t effective in anything other than temporarily robbing wind from its receiver, but in this peculiar case, the addition of barbwire and the apron took the effect to a whole other volume.

Revealing a trash can from beneath the ring; Jamie dumps its 32-gallons of moldy diary products onto Pike before throwing the Rubbermaid container at him, as well. “Eat up, stupid cripple!” Jamie insults while shoving rotten blueberry cheesecake muffin into Pike’s face. Searching for more garbage to use, Jamie is distracted long enough to take a low-blow from behind. Then, with his arm still against Jamie’s testies, Spike lifts him onto his back to drop for an Argentine Neckbreaker onto aforementioned trash can!

Jake Norton: Hercules Cutter!!

Linzi Martin: Resisting the urge to humiliate Shields, Pike opts out to bring an already setup non-barbwire table toward his hurt adversary.

Jake Norton: You’re half-right! Pike is spreading that bag of old homemade ricotta cheese across the table!

Linzi Martin: How did you know exactly what it was?

Jake Norton: That’s my trash can!

Once several forearms give Pike complete control over Shields, he hurriedly lifts Jamie overhead and switches into a vertical position to conclude in an awesome –

Jake Norton: OH REVERSAL!!

Linzi Martin: Sitout Facebuster through the table!!!?

Jake Norton: Why didn’t he just fucking transition into a DDT?! That likely hurt him more than it did Pike!

Linzi Martin: Let’s get a replay going. Okay, so Pike was going for a vertical suplex side slam, but just as Pike stalled, Jamie escapes and, fuck, look at how Jamie is pulling down Pike’s head! Combine that with a mouthful of wood and I’d say: no, Pike got fucked more so.

Unable to bear the pain, Pike curses up a storm as he slowly tries to stand. On the other hand, Shields is looking to wrap this up fast, as his literal ass-landing has put him off noticeably. But before he can drag a barbwire-covered table over to the site of previous table destruction, Pike rushes from his knees toward Shields and shoulder tackles him into the apron. Fans are shouting encouraging remarks at Pike in hopes of a capitalization, but that facebuster has boggled his mind some. It doesn’t take long for Shields to regain the offense by hammer-punching Pike repetitively on the head.

Jake Norton: Pike’s face reads thoughtlessness, Lizzy. Does REBEL exercise referee stoppage?

Linzi Martin: If it did, half of tonight’s show should’ve ended in stoppage for damn sure.

Shields doesn’t relent and he levels Pike down and out. Pike begins crawling away and uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. Shields comes in to finish him but out of no where Pike latches onto Shields, a torqueing DDT! CHAIRED! Pike falls onto Shields and covers.

1!

2!!

Shields puts his foot on the ropes, but the referee doesn’t see it!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Pike rolls out of the ring before the referee can even raise his hand. Shields sits up, rubbing his head and then shaking it when he realizes what happened.

Jake Norton: Did he just call the referee a gash?

Linzi Martin: Sounds like it! I can’t believe it, but Pike pulls off the win! Shields isn’t happy, and rightfully so. He had his foot on the ropes.

Jake Norton: I thought you rednecks had no rules, Lizzy?

Linzi Martin: Just a few, Jake!

Welcome Back

Adrian sits sifting through paper work at the General Managers desk, rubbing his eyes to stay awake, probably wondering why the fuck he’s doing any of it at all. Jeremy Gold meanwhile, polishes his nails with ten different colours.

Right, that’s right. Jeremy Gold is useless.

Jeremy Gold: So, which colour suits me Adrian?

Adrian pours himself a shot of Grey Goose, takes it, slamming the shot glass on the desk and sighing.

Adrian Kalis: The red, because I want to make you bleed right now. Why did my old man bring you into this position anyways? You don’t do shit.

Gold ponders it for a moment.

Jeremy Gold: He said something about using me as a human shield. But I’m like, Aaron! There’s no such thing as a human shield! Your dad’s so silly.

Adrian’s eyebrow cocks, and he nods. Seems legit.

Adrian Kalis: I’ll keep that in mind.

Knock. Knock. There’s a knock on the door, it seems. The door opens, but no one is there. But wait!

Lars: Hello, Adrian.

Adrian peers up from his paper work, a smile replacing his bitter look. The camera pans down, and we see a very, very short man with dirty blonde hair and a three piece Armani suit, made to fit.

Adrian Kalis: Lars Lombardi. Long time. I see you have…

Adrian rubs his head.

Lars: Hair. I know. Took a few years, but I grew it back.

Gold looks up, and he, for the first time EVER, has a menacing look on his face.

Jeremy Gold: Lombardi.

Lars clears his throat and nods.

Lars: Gold.

Adrian Kalis: Come, sit, sit. Have a drink with me. We’ve got a lot to discuss.

Lars: Yes, future of REBEL Pro and all that…

He pauses.

Lars: I do believe that tag team title match is commencing, hm?

Adrian Kalis: Yeah.

The camera crew takes their cue, and fucks off.

REBEL Pro Tag Team Championship Barbed Wire Cage Match

Flaming Nasties versus DrakeWolf©

As the referee calls all four men to the middle of the ring, we see Jeffery Drake speak.

Drake: You can’t run tonight Rob.

Phoenix: That’s funny Jeff. But it sounds like something I should tell you.

Phoenix kicks Drake in the side of his bad knee, causing him to go down on his knee. McNasty looks for a split second and is caught with a hard right hook to the head from Thunderwolf. Wolf throws a punch at the distracted Phoenix, who is stomping on Drake’s leg, but doesn’t connect as McNasty hooks his arm. Wolf looks back, and quickly spins to connect with another hook to McNasty. McNasty quickly shakes it off as he tackles Thunderwolf, and keeps running for the cage wall. Wolf thinks quick, and plants his feet hard. It only seems to slow McNasty down as he still inches Wolf’s back to the cage. Thunderwolf quickly clasps his hand, and slams a double axe handle down onto McNasty’s spine. McNasty grunts as he goes down to a knee. Wolf undoes McNasty’s arms, and quickly lifts a knee into McNasty’s face. McNasty crumbles to both knees as Wolf begins punching McNasty.

Meanwhile, Phoenix seems to be taking out weeks of frustration on Jeffery Drake. Phoenix already has drake’s leg looking worse than when he entered the match. Phoenix has a smug smirk on his face as he lifts his leg high, and brings it down straight towards Drake’s kneecap. Drake manages to catch Phoenix’s foot, and use him momentum to spin him. Phoenix stumbles towards the cage, but puts his hands on the ropes to regain his balance. Drake, still grounded, kicks Phoenix in the back of his knees; which puts Phoenix on his knees. As Phoenix climbs back to his feet, he turns to be met by Drake. Drake kicks him in the gut, and hooks him for the Hero’s Suplex. Drake lifts Phoenix up, and turns so they are both back to the cage wall.

McNasty has a bloodied lip from the brutal punches from Thunderwolf. McNasty is on his knees, spinning. T-Wolf pulls back, and goes for a brutal punch. However, McNasty catches the fist, and uses it to pull Thunderwolf in. McNasty hooks his head tightly under his arms. Then, he throws a leg back, before driving T-wolf’s face into the mat from three feet up with a brutal Implant DDT. McNasty rolls onto all fours, and turns to see Drake getting ready to lift Phoenix. McNasty almost scurries to move. As Drake turns his back to the cage, McNasty shoulder tackles his bad knee. The crowd groans, but not as much as when Drake falls backwards; still holding Phoenix. Phoenix’s back slams into the cage. And, as Drake falls, he lets go of Phoenix. This causes Phoenix to slide down the barb wire covered cage, back first, ending in a pile between the cage and ropes. You can hear women scream as Phoenix rolls back into the ring at lightning speed. He jumps to his feet from the adrenalin as we can see his back looks like someone took a cheese grater to it. Drake has backed himself into a corner as he adjusts the brace on his knee, which looks to be causing him great grief. McNasty eyes him, but Robinson quickly gets between them, and shoves McNasty away. Phoenix runs over to Drake and drags him up.

Thunderwolf collects himself and quickly returns to his feet, shaking off the effects of the DDT. As Phoenix shoves McNasty, Thunderwolf runs at McNasty, grabs the back of his head, and slams him to the mat with a face buster. Thunderwolf rolls off McNasty, and quickly hooks him in a camel clutch. With McNasty arms hooked on his legs, T-wolf sits back as far as he can. He then begins delivering elbows to the back of McNasty’s head.

In the opposite corner, Robinson lifts Drake’s leg, and steps over it before jumping and coming down on it. As they hit the mat, Phoenix twists Drake’s leg over his. Drake puts his hands on Phoenix’s mask, but Phoenix wrenches on the knee, twisting it. Drake lets go and strains backwards. Drakes had enough though as he finally clubs Phoenix in the back of the head. Phoenix doesn’t let go. Drake does it again, but still no give. Finally, Drake grabs the back of Phoenix’ head, and slams him face first into the mat. This stuns Phoenix enough for Drake to shove him off.

Meanwhile, Thunderwolf is trying to get McNasty to give. The ref asks McNasty if he will quit, but McNasty shakes no. One of his fists begins shaking, and McNasty frees his arm. Then, he frees the other. Thunderwolf abandons the camel clutch, and still sitting on McNasty, applies a rear naked choke. The ref is asking McNasty if he quits, but he shakes his head as he begins pushing up. McNasty gets to his knees, then begins to stand. One elbow to Wolf’s gut; followed by two more. Finally, McNasty slams his head back into Wolf’s face, grabs him around the neck, and drops down for a jaw breaker. Thunderwolf stumbles backwards as McNasty turns on a dime. McNasty runs up to Thunderwolf, grabs him by the neck and shoulder, and spins him before throwing him up and over the ropes into the barb wire cage. The fans let out a groan as he bounces off, still landing on his feet. McNasty, seeing an opening, runs at Thunderwolf for the Lights out! But, Wolf ducks the forearm, causing McNasty to screech to a halt in front of the cage wall. However, Thunderwolf grabs him by the shirt, and begins pressing him towards the cage. McNasty plants his boots, and grabs the top rope, as he tries to resist.

Drake has pulled himself back up. He looks to be having an incredibly hard time supporting himself as he pulls Phoenix to his feet while balancing on one leg. Drake yells to Wolf, and seems to point at McNasty. Wolf nods as Drake uses all his strength to whip Phoenix towards Thunderwolf. Wolf moves at the last second, causing Phoenix to slam into the back of McNasty. With all the momentum, McNasty eats the barb wire. McNasty’s body twists as he falls to the mat. Thunderwolf meanwhile clotheslines the rebounding Phoenix. Drake hollers that he has something special for Phoenix, so Wolf shrugs, and turns back to McNasty. McNasty lies in a growing puddle of blood around his head. Thunderwolf bends over and grabs a handful of hair. He pulls McNasty up to his knees, and locks in a sleeper. The blood is oozing from McNasty’s face.

Drake has hobbled over to Robinson. He bends over and grabs Robinson’s head, but Robinson surprises him by springing up just enough to have Drake hunched over him. Robinson slams his arm into the back of Drake’s knee. The fans go nuts as Robinson rises, Drake over his shoulders. Thunderwolf sees this, and lets McNasty drop, as he runs over and kicks Robinson’s leg out. Robinson doesn’t know what hit him as he falls back, Drake landing on top of him. Drake quickly rolls on Robinson, and hooks in the Miser’s Grasp! McNasty looks up, but as he pushes himself up, and springs forward towards Drake…Thunderwolf catches him in the side of the face with a boot. Drake lets the hold go when he realizes Phoenix just won’t tap out. Thunderwolf is at it with McNasty, but McNasty catches him with SAULT SLAM! Drake with The Hero’s Suplex on Phoenix! They both pin!

1! 1!

Linzi Martin: OH GOD I THINK THE REFEREE ONLY SEES DRAKE PINNING PHOENIX!

2! 2!

Larry Gordon: Awww, how sad for Mark.

3! 3!

McNasty gets off of Thunderwolf, feeling triumphant but then sees the referee raising Drake’s arm.

Maya: Here are your winners, AND STILL, REBEL PRO TAG CHAMPIONS, JEFFERY DRAKE, AND THUNDERWOLF!

The ref hands them their belts as they collect themselves, and leave the cage. McNasty begins to argue with the referee, but it doesn’t matter. The decision has been made. Phoenix is up and holding his head as he looks around. McNasty rushes Phoenix and clotheslines him to the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Oh snap! Who’s The Man?! Starts early!

McNasty climbs to the top rope and flies off! MALICIOUS INTENT!!!! MALICIOUS INTENT ON THE PHOENIX!!!

Larry Gordon: Wouldn’t want to be Phoenix right now.

McNasty exits the cage and motions for a belt around his waist, and receives great applause from the crowd here in Montreal.

Championship Series Final: REBEL Pro World Championship Barbed Wire Dog Chain Match

Anna Mathews versus Bubba J©

DING DING

Maya: Yeah!!!! HI! The next match is schedueled for ONE fall dicks and tits. Introducing the challenger!!!

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.

Who can turn the world on with a smile?

Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?

Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those enternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and baloons and fifty dollar bils are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it

Peach fuzz in every little movement

Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, bearly even looking at the ring.

You show that love is all around

No need to fake it

You can have the town

Why don’t you take it

You’re gonna make it after all

She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.

How will you make it on your own?

This world is awfully big

And girl, this time, you’re all alone

A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.

Well, it’s time you started livin’

It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da moment. Everybody has one of those, right?

Love is all around

No need to fake it

You can have the town

Why don’t you take it

You’re gonna make it after all

The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute. Maya stops being mesmerized for a second and snaps out of it.

Maya: She is the Victory Wrestling Car Crash Television Champion, the REBEL Pro Aggression Champion, one half of the PWA World Tag Team Champions and one half of the Alliance of Wrestling Federations World Tag Team Champions… SHE IS ANNNNNAAAAAA SEXXY AS FUCK MATHEWS!!!! YEAAAAAAH!

It’s at this moment everyone notices that behind the pomp & circumstance (No Woodo) of the entrance, Anna Mathews is still pretty torn up from her successful defense of the Aggression title earlier.

Larry Gordon: Does this woman even need any more titles? Why is she even in this match? And how much did she have to pay that mini Simon for this shot?

Linzi Martin: God I miss Norton now. Ugh. Just fuck off and die Larry. Fuck off. And die.

Maya: And THE CHAMPION!

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass

And you don’t want to clash

Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash

Cause I’m a badass

And this war is your last

You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear

When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off

To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

“Cause I’m a badass

And you don’t want to clash

Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash

Cause I’m a badass

And this war is your last

You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

Maya: Mmmmmm…

Maya dazes off for a moment, then snaps out of it.

Maya: RIGHT! Your REBEL Pro WORLD CHAMPION!!!! BUBBA “LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK BABY” J!!!!!

Bubba cocks an eyebrow as he looks at Maya, who throws him a wink. Bubba and Anna both show signs of wear and tear now. They get tied together by the referees, the chains of barbed wire wrap tight around their neck and connect them both. Anna and Bubba flinch as the chains tighten, but both wear thick gloves so their hands won’t get cut up constantly.

Linzi Martin: This won’t last long I bet.

DING DING DING

Bubba yanks the chain forward, the barbs sinking their teeth into Anna’s neck. Anna flies forward towards Bubba J who clotheslines her hard to the canvas. He wraps the barbed wire up in his hands and then wraps it around Anna Mathews’ waist. He pulls back, placing his foot down over her spine and putting her into a barbed wire variation of a surfboard stretch. Bubba is out for vengeance but Anna refuses to quit, even as the barbs sink into her stomach.

Larry Gordon: I don’t know who I want to die more.

Linzi Martin: Yourself?

Anna Mathews squirms and tries to get herself out of the predicament she now finds herself in. Clearly Bubba J is going unorthodox but he decides to start stomping down on her back. He flips her over and with the barbed wire still wrapped around her waist he starts stomping her chest and stomach to further rip the barbs into her flesh. Anna Mathews kicks Bubba in the shin. Bubba falls back, she yanks the chain now and takes him down to the canvas with her. She grabs onto the chain and wraps it around her fists and begins pounding Bubba’s face in until it’s all bloodied and gooey like a fresh period. Anna throws herself onto Bubba for the first pinfall attempt.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! Bubba kicks out!

Anna rolls away from him and gasps for air, the barbed wire dog chain choking her. Bubba grasps his neck with one hand while wiping away the blood from his face with the other. Both competitors are barely moving.

Larry Gordon: They’re already dead, what’s the point of this match? Stupid booking.

Linzi Martin: I think the point is to see who’s less dead than the other.

Anna gets to her feet first but Bubba J yanks the chain. She grabs it and puts her feet down hard to stop the choke and begins yanking back, but in this tug of war on brute strength only one can win. And it’s the big drunk guy. Bubba pulls Anna towards him and then rolls her up!

1!

Bubba pulls on her tights!

2!!

3!!!

Linzi Martin: WHAT?!

NO!!!! ANNA KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND YOU GOT TROLLED LOLOLOLOL

Larry Gordon: Bubba within a hair of retaining. I wonder if all this match will be is back and forth pins until one of them chokes on their own blood.

Anna Mathews gets back to her feet and hits a somersault flip on Bubba. Bubba yanks the chain and pulls her down to the canvas, gets to his feet and begins stomping down on her face all over again, then her back as she curls up to protect herself from as much damage as possible. Bubba stomps her lower back, literally attempting to kick the shit out of here. Bubba yanks her by the chain right back up to her feet and then lays her the fuck out with a spinebuster. Bubba J holds her head, and takes the chain and begins wrapping more of it around her neck. He then yanks it, tightening all that barbed wire and steel around her neck.

Linzi Martin: Bubba isn’t trying to win a wrestling match. He’s just trying to kill her.

Larry Gordon: Bubba never tries to win matches. He just tries to hurt people, and if he manages to hurt them more than they hurt him, well he wins.

Half the crowd cheers for Bubba, half the crowd cheers for Anna. Bubba J, his blood dripping down onto Anna is trying to ensure she passes out. Anna’s eyes seemingly begin to pop as she kicks, blood from the cuts in her neck coming on strong now, almost dangerously now. She makes one last ditch effort and focuses those kicks into Bubba J, one, two, three, four! Finally Bubba relents and falls back. Anna GASPS for air as she crawls away, unwrapping the barbed wire from her neck. Bubba is on all fours, the blood coming from him too. The ring is stained with their blood, mixed with the blood from everyone who’s competed all night.

Linzi Martin: When one splash of blood dries, we add some fresh blood.

Anna Mathews gets to her feet, barely. Bubba turns around and comes for her. He kicks her in the gut, spins around, grabs her by the neck… TRAILER PARK TRASH!

NO! Anna squirms out before Bubba can drop, instead she hits the BOOMERFLY KICK!!! The crowd goes NUTS! Anna Mathews collapses on Bubba J.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Linzi Martin: BAH GAWWWWWWD!!!!

Maya: HEY! VAGINA RUNS REBEL PRO AGAIN!

Maya gets yelled at.

Maya: RIGHT! The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL PRO WORLD CHAMPION…. ANNNNNNAAAAAAAA MATHEEEEEEEEEWSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

The referee drapes the title over Anna, and the officials begin removing the dog chains from both competitors. EMT’s come rushing out now, and place both of them on stretchers. But from the stretcher, Anna Mathews hoists the REBEL Pro World Championship up to the cheers of the crowd. Bubba looks to her and nods respectfully, and the crowd gives both of them a standing ovation.

Larry Gordon: Disgusting.

Linzi Martin: U Jelly?

The Civil War of REBEL Pro Part 3

Linzi Martin: And so now Anna Mathews is both REBEL Pro World and Aggression Champion. A first, isn’t it Larry?

Gordon removes his headset and gets up to leave.

Linzi Martin: Uhhhh…. Larry?

Gordon enters the ring to a chorus of boos. Unimpressed, he asks for a microphone.

Larry Gordon: Adrian! Get your yellow bellied ass out here.

Without much delay, The Order of Chaos’ Worldwide theme “Indestructible” hits and out steps a grinning Matt Stone, side by side with Adrian Kalis. The two Generals make their way to the ring and slide in. Adrian looks at Matt and they both nod to each other.

Larry Gordon: Do you honestly think I will let you take REBEL Pro away from me? That I don’t have a plan, boy? You think I didn’t come prepared for this?

“After The Flesh” hits and the crowd rises in surprise. Fley walks out from amongst the crowd, a knowing smirk on his face. Stone and Adrian take a cautious step back, surveying the arena.

Linzi Martin: We all know the Masters are like wolves. When you see the first one, you know you’re already surrounded.

Adrian rips the microphone from Gordon’s hands as Fley gets into the ring.

Adrian Kalis: This debate was over before it began, Gordon. I am taking full control of REBEL Pro. I have even made a compromise.

Gordon gets his own microphone, Fley pats him on the shoulder.

Larry Gordon: What’s that?

Adrian Kalis: I’m splitting REBEL Pro in half.

The crowd gasps, as Adrian reaches into the breast pocket of his suit carefully. He hands a dossier over to Gordon.

Adrian Kalis: All you need to do is sign it. You’ll be pleased to know, that, as a compromise, neither you nor I will be running REBEL Pro. This task will fall to two objective parties.

Gordon looks at Fley, as

Stone looks at Adrian.

Linzi Martin: Everyone’s scheming right now.

Larry Gordon: This splits the roster itself?

Gordon flips through the dossier.

Larry Gordon: REBEL Pro… Havok?

Adrian Kalis: We purchased the rights to the BWF shows. All we need is your signature, Gordon.

Gordon laughs.

Larry Gordon: You honestly think I’m going to sign this? Without having a lawyer look it over?

Stone and Adrian nod.

Adrian Kalis: Uh. Yeah. I do. My old man taught me one thing early on Larry.

Kalis smiles, turning his attention to Fley.

Adrian Kalis: Something my dear friend, “The Straight Shooter” Matt Stone knows about as well. Always keep one loaded in the Chamber.

Stone leans back, smirking as he tilts his head to the left. He makes his hand into a gun and fires at Fley. Fley doesn’t seem all that impressed by it, until we see a figure emerge from the crowd. He seems tall and slender, no one recognizes him. Fley turns around, as this man enters the ring.

Adrian Kalis: Chamber, ladies and gentlemen.

Adrian smiles.

Adrian Kalis: Isn’t he a peach?

Adrian points to Fley as Chamber gets on the top rope, Adrian leaps forward and grabs Larry Gordon by the waist, and flips him backwards, dropping, as Stone catches Gordon and breaks him with the C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER!!!! Fley looks at Gordon then back up at Chamber who brings a high knee strike to Fley’s face. Fley bounces off the canvas and that’s when Jeremy Gold slides out from under the ring, new found bravery following a win in a Victory Wrestling ring, with a barbed wire baseball bat. He throws it to Adrian and backs away. The entrance ramp ignites with a wall of flames as Gold pulls out special equipment from under the ring, surrounding the ring with the pyro of fire. It ignites as Gold flees.

Linzi Martin: This Chamber dude does NOT fuck around! And he’s kinda cute too!

Adrian Kalis: The flames make sure no Masters get any idea of interfering with this.

Fley looks down at Gordon as Stone drags the REBEL Pro President to the center of the ring. Chamber stands waiting for the next move. Fley holds onto the ropes, rubbing his jaw and looks up defiantly. All of the men have sweat trickling down their faces from the heat of the flames that surround the ring. The crowd in Montreal is all on their feet.

Adrian Kalis: It’s like, you know… The Drakeman had some kind words of advice for me during RP3T.

Adrian holds the barbed wire bat up before his face, looking it over carefully.

Adrian Kalis: The Order wouldn’t be able to defeat the Masters in a game of tit for tat. And while we enjoyed playing that game with you, seeing some of our people murdered… Violet Harper. Simon Kalis. Scott Nash Strader.

He swings the bat around. Fley gets to his feet and steps forward. Chamber watches him carefully as Stone steps up. Stone at one side, Chamber at the other, and Adrian before him.

Adrian Kalis: The Drakeman said I had to… Cut the head off the snake, I think. Some philosophical shit like that, he’s pretty old and creepy. So here we are Fley. Just over a month after the Masters thought they struck a fatal blow to the Order of Chaos. Yet here we are. In the heart of OoC country.

The crowd is thunderous with cheers, although there are quite a few boos from a large contingent of Masters of Armageddon fans. There’s a brawl in the front row which is quickly broken up, however. Fley remains fearless in the face of these odds.

Adrian Kalis: Our flag still waves.

Adrian points to the REBELTron, and the Order flags that flank it.

Adrian Kalis: Under the leadership of Matt Stone and myself, The Order of Chaos pressed the war to your door step Fley. And before you knew it? The Masters quieted. The storm calmed, the waves lapping at the shores of your arrogance subsided… And all we were left with was the reminder that when it comes to being good WRESTLERS… The Masters failed. Instead you hired cowards like Starr. Emo’s like Johnny Chaos.

Some fan at ringside marks the fuck out for Johnny Chaos. What an ass.

Adrian Kalis: Just when you thought your reign so assured, your dominance so… Set. In.

Matt Stone rolls his eyes.

Adrian Kalis: Stone.

Kalis nods.

Adrian Kalis: Here we are. There will be no mercy for you Fley. Not now. The Masters of Armageddon will suffer their fatal blow. Now. Here. Tonight. In REBEL fucking Pro…

Adrian pauses, then looks at Chamber.

Adrian Kalis: Chamber? Matt? Shall we?

Fley puts his guard up but Adrian leaps forward and sends out an elbow strike across his jaw, cracking him as Stone comes in with a left hook. Fley stumbles towards Chamber who has an angle kick ready for him, his shin connecting to Fley’s head. Adrian with a thrust kick, Stone with a clothesline, Chamber stomps on his head. Adrian and Matt seem quite impressed with Chamber. Adrian lifts Fley up by the neck and throws him into Chamber. Chamber with an elbow uppercut, and Fley stumbles into Adrian once more. But this time Fley drops back with his own elbow, cracking Adrian in the face. Fley reaches for Adrian’s barbed wire bat and a struggle ensues. Stone rushes forward but Gordon from his knees low blows Matt in a last ditch effort to stave off the attack. Chamber stands by, watching it all unfold. The Masters of Armageddon fans in the crowd are getting restless; one of them jumps the barricade but immediately gets tackled by a security guard. Chamber observes it all, as Fley manages to get the bat out of Adrian’s grasp and Stone clutches his groin in sudden pain.

Linzi Martin: The hell is going on?! I’m pretty sure this is where you step in and lay Fley out, Chamber!

Gordon is yelling to a ring crew member outside of the ring and this crew member heads back to the announcers table. Matt Stone has regained composure and grabs Larry Gordon by the face and pushes him into the corner. This crew member however shoves Linzi Martin out of the way and reaches under the announcers table and pulls out a six foot metal pole.

Linzi Martin: Oh you son of a bitch. That’s The Machine!

Adrian wraps his legs around Fley’s waist and his arms around Fley’s neck, trying to choke him out. Adrian yells at Chamber to step in, Chamber coldly observes without a word. In comes The Machine as Fley bashes Adrian backwards over the head with his own barbed wire baseball bat. Adrian releases the hold on Fley, and Fley drops the stupid bat for The Machine. He gets to his feet and swings at Stone, but Stone ducks. Gordon tackles Stone but Stone quickly gets Gordon off him, Larry having no chance against the Straight Shooter. Fley swings The Machine at Adrian and cracks him in the ribs. Adrian keels forward but grabs his barbed wire bat. Fley brings down The Machine over the back of Adrian’s head, putting him to his knees. Adrian from his knees swings and catches Fley in the leg, his barbed wire bat tearing Fley’s pants and flesh. Fley drops The Machine and falls to one knee holding his leg. Matt Stone comes up on him and hits Kneel Before Zod!

Linzi Martin: YEAH!

Adrian gets to his feet and cusses out Chamber, but Chamber doesn’t seem really bothered by Adrian’s words. Stone pulls handcuffs out and cuffs Fley’s hands behind his back. The crowd can sense what’s coming, and now Masters of Armageddon fans begin throwing garbage at the ring through the flames. Adrian gives an order to Chamber, Stone accentuates said order, but Chamber ignores them both. The Generals decide to ignore Chamber for now. Adrian picks the microphone back up.

Adrian Kalis: Did you realize who you were fucking with at Birthday Bash, Fley?! Did you think The Order would bow to you? Did you think we’d be destroyed by you?! Did you think cutting off our head would collapse us? Take a look.

Adrian points to Stone, then back to himself.

Adrian Kalis: Cut off one head, two more grow back in its place. Start the feed.

The REBELTron lights up, and we now go to a live view inside Montreal General Hospital a few blocks away. Simon Kalis remains comatose, tubes feeding him through his nose. Scott Nash Strader shares the room with him.

Adrian Kalis: Hey grandpa!

Adrian smirks, Scott scoffs. Stone keeps an eye keenly on Chamber for any sudden movements. Stone borrows the microphone from Adrian.

Matt Stone: Behold, Alex Faust. All he does is die.

Adrian places the edge of his barbed wire bat on Fley’s left shoulder, taking aim. Fley remains cold, no fear in his deep blue eyes.

Adrian Kalis: All Hail The King.

Adrian cocks the bat back, and then puts his weight behind the strike and cracks Fley viciously across the head. Fley hits the canvas, flesh tearing from the side of his face and blood gushing out. Adrian orders Chamber to lift Fley back up, but again, Chamber remains silent and ignores the commands. Adrian grunts, grabbing Fley by the neck and hoisting him back up to his knees. Fley wasn’t totally knocked out by the first strike, he looks up at Adrian and says something inaudible but it seems to get under Adrian’s skin. SNS applauds the strike from his hospital bed however, still relegated to bed and a wheelchair after his legs were broken.

Linzi Martin: Fley has this coming but… I don’t think I can watch.

Matt Stone knees Fley in the chest in one final act of disrespect before Adrian puts the bat on Fley’s right shoulder. Larry Gordon sits in a corner, watching it all fall apart. He looks through the dossier on REBEL Pro’s split that Adrian gave him, ignoring the violence. Adrian nods to his new best friend Stone and cocks the bat back.

SNS: Simon! Simon! Wake up!

On the REBELTron, we see Strader pull out a long stick and poke Simon.

SNS: You’re missing the best part.

Nurse: Mr. Strader! How many times have we told you not to poke Mr. Kalis?

The nurse grabs the stick from SNS.

SNS: Awww.

Matt Stone: ALL HAIL!

Adrian swings again, and this time Fley hits the canvas, bleeding all over his face, unconscious. There’s a few moments of convulsion before he stops moving. The crowds cheers are thunderous, but those loyal few to Fley boo loud enough that their dissent can be heard. Adrian now turns his attention to Chamber and orders him to grab Gordon. Chamber scoffs, ignores Adrian and steps right out of the ring. The fires surrounding the ring cease momentarily, allowing Chamber to leave before reigniting themselves. Adrian scoffs and yells at Chamber to get back but Chamber is oblivious to the young Kalis’ call, disappearing back through the crowd. Stone grabs Adrian by the shoulder and shakes his head.

Linzi Martin: That Chamber guy isn’t in The Order then? How confusing. And is Fley technically dead? This just adds to the image REBEL Pro has as the place to, in our Charming new World Champions words, murdernate people. Adrian grabs Larry Gordon and lifts him up, flipping through to the last page on the REBEL Pro document.

Adrian Kalis: Sign it, Larry. Sign it or end up like Fley over there. Do you really want that?

SNS laughs, particularly enjoying Gordon’s predicament. Simon Kalis remains dead, as it were.

Matt Stone: Just do it Larry, and you can walk out of this ring instead of on a stretcher.

Adrian lifts a pen out of Gordon’s suit breast pocket and hands it to him.

Adrian Kalis: Initial here, here and sign there and it’s done.

Gordon looks around, as if waiting for back up from The Masters of Armageddon, but they’re not coming. Gordon’s hands shake as he begins signing the papers. Gordon closes the dossier and hands it back to Adrian. Kalis looks at Stone and smiles.

Adrian Kalis: REBEL Pro will never be the same again, will it?

The flames at the entrance ramp now cease as well and The Order of Chaos pours out. Jacob Figgins, Duff Cote d’Ivoire, David Slayton, The Cowgirls from Hell, Jaice Wilds, Bubba J, Jethro Hayes and Reece Paxton. All pour out and get into the ring. Adrian lifts Gordon up and throws him out of the ring for good measure. Fley remains motionless in the center of the ring, but Stone and Adrian look out into the crowd, aware of the monster Chamber is somewhere out there. “Indestructible” hits once more as The Order of Chaos offers a final salute to the crowd, SNS joining in from his hospital room.

Linzi Martin: Poor Fley, he’s all dead.

We fade to one last shot of the bloody Fley…

QUICK RESULTS

Bubba J & Anna Mathews defeats The Hoodie Ninjas
Jaice Wilds defeats Jack The Mackammer, Jack becomes Undisputed FB Champ. Title retired.
Anna Mathews defeats Bubba J, retaining the RPW Aggression Championship
Matt Stone wins the Number One Contendership Trophy Battle Royale
Atticus Pike defeats Jamie Shields
DrakeWolf defeat Flaming Nasties to retain the RPW Tag Team Titles.
Anna Mathews defeats Bubba J to become the new REBEL Pro World Champion