Best of Rebel Pro 2010 DVD 2 of 3

Marcus Marion vs Chad Kurtis vs The Freak
Barbed Wire Massacre 2010
05-07-2010

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

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

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

“YOU SAY I’M COCKY!”

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

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

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

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: She deserved it! She betrayed him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just unfair!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: –but this IS Bullshit!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re an independent contractor.

COREY TAYLOR: SCREW YOU!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved Marcus Marion?

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: …fine. Fair enough.

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

Rung after rung!

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

He nears the top.

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

MEGA POP!

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

Rung after rung!

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

He nears the top.

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant!

The Freak sets up the ladder and begins the climb.

Rung after rung!

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

He nears the top.

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

Rung after rung!

Towards the top!

He nears the top!

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

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus, baby… wake up!

Rung after rung!

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

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis with him, nearing the top!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rung after rung!

He drags a lifeless Marion behind him!

He nears the top!

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

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

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis behind him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!

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

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

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

Chad Kurtis vs Chris Casino
American Anarchy 2010
06-04-2010

“Smooth” salsas out from the speakers in the building as well as does the boos, although they come from the fans in attendance. Chris Casino steps from the back, wearing a Demi-Gods T-shirt and a pair of tailored bluejeans. He stares with distaste at the fans who are booing him as he walks from the back down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!

Boos fill the building, but they seem to be fueling Chris Casino as he steps up the steps and wipes off his boots before entering the ring.

“They say I’m Cocky…”

The crowd does a complete one eighty as they stand up. They Cheer. They love Chad Kurtis who sprints out from the back. Chad has his arms spread to the side and is slapping fans along his way to the ring, much the way Ultimate Warrior used to do with the intensity factor.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah, Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… He! Is! “THE SHOW”! CHAD! KURTIS!

COREY TAYLOR: They really love this guy for some reason.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is The Show, of course they are going to love him.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the smog has their brain rattled.

Chad slides into the ring, but Chris Casino is there to drop a knee across his face.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino not giving Chad a chance to get up in the early going.

Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone are officiating this highly anticipated match between both Chad and Chris. Chris pulls Chad up to his feet.

Chop!

Crickets.

Chad with a return chop.

Woooooo!

Chris with a chop.

Crickets.

Chad with a chop.

Wooooo!

Chad with a forearm sends Chris reeling quickly. Chad grabs the wrist. Irish whip into the ropes. Chris rebounds. Leap frog over Chad. Kurtis spins around, superkick from Chris sends Kurtis down to the mat. Chad pulls Chad up, tossing him over the ropes to the outside. Chris snarls something at the crowd before launching himself over the top with a plancha onto Kurtis who was trying to get back up to his feet. Chris whips Chad into the railing, then slams his head repeatedly into the metal.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad is going to have a headache after that pounding.

ROB MARTINEZ: As would anyone.

Chris charges at Kurtis, Chad with a back body sends Casino into the crowd. The fans scatter from the action, but stay near enough to get on the television. Chad kicks Casino in the face as he is rising to his feet. Casino rolls over to his back, Chad with a boot to the side of his head rolls him over again. Chad stands over Casino, leaning down to pull him up. Casino with a face rake buys himself some time. Casino with another face rake for the pure enjoyment of the move and the crowd is letting him know exactly how much they hate him. Casino brings down a chair onto Kurtis, but Chad drops before the chair can make contact, kicking Casino’s legs out from under him. Both men sit on their asses staring at each other. Casino throws a right, Chad answers with a right of his own.

COREY TAYLOR: A Rebel Pro first?

ROB MARTINEZ: It has to have happened before, but I can’t recall it.

Chad with a right.

Casino with a right.

Chad with a right.

Casino with a right.

Both men are exchanging hard right hands from their asses and the punches are as hard as if they were standing on their feet. Casino tries for another face rake, but Chad counters with a spit into Casino’s face. Chris is stunned momentarily, giving Chad a chance for a right to knock Casino back. Chad up with the quickness of a cat, leaping onto the seat of a chair. Kurtis leaps into the air, spinning around delivering a hard kick right to Casino’s temple knocking him onto his side. Chad pulls Casino up, whip into the brick wall. Casino bounces back, German suplex onto the row of steel chairs!

Chad locks in again, another German suplex! A third! A fourth! Chad makes a cover on Casino.

One…

Two…

Thr

But Casino kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Each man must obtain a pinfall before the ten count can begin.

COREY TAYLOR: It shouldn’t take Casino long then.

Chad pulls Chris up to his feet. Low blow from Casino gets him the advantage back. European uppercut sends Chad stumbling back towards a door. Chris with a whip into the door. Chad reverses and now Casino is headed towards the door. But wait! One more reversal and Chad is sent head first through the door! The door bounces back off the cement wall, from the impact of Kurtis skull meeting the door. Casino rushes through, stomping away on Chad’s form. Casino lifts Chad up, spinning DDT onto the concrete floor. Chris makes a cover and Alan Stone is there to make the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

ROB MARTINEZ: Back from commercial break.

NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up! How did he do that after headbutting the door then the floor?!

COREY TAYLOR: His head is harder than even Casino thought.

ROB MARTINEZ: But still softer than your’s.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah I… Hey!

Chris lifts Chad up, boot to the midsection. Chris sets up for another DDT, but Chad counters with a Northern Lights Suplex! Chad bridges!

One…

Two…

Thr–

KICKOUT!

Chad is frustrated now, but so is Casino. Both roll up to their feet. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men go down, but both are back up extremely quickly. Chad has a trickle of blood from somewhere in his hair, from his contact with the door, but he doesn’t care. Chad goes for a clothesline, Casino ducks. Chad aims a foot at the wall. Chad bounces back off the wall, spinning big time athletic move as hewraps his leg around Casino’s head and somehow twists his body to send Casino into the wall!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah… I tend to agree with you there.

CROWD: We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*

Chad gets up to his feet quickly, he pulls Casino up, whip into a popcorn machine. Buttery goodness flies everywhere as Chris’s body slams through the machine. People and kernels scatter every which way and Chad is on the charge. Chad leaps up to the nearby counter. Best! Moonsault! Ever! Chad hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Chris with a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall there.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is just luring him into a false sense of security.

Chad can’t really believe it, but knows that he and Casino are so similar that he’d be doing the same thing. Chris slams a fist into Kurtis’ junk getting him another time with the advantage. Chris lifts Chad up, piledriver on the concrete and he makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

COREY TAYLOR: YES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now Chad has to answer the ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Chad is up, Casino isn’t shocked at all. Chad comes forward, Casino back bodies him through a door and they are in the

locker room. Chad slams onto the floor, Casino is there on top of the action. Casino stomps on Chad’s face before pulling him up. Face plant into the locker to his right. Casino walks down the row of lockers… right locker receives a kiss from Chad Kurtis. Locker on the right receives a kiss. Casino isn’t smiling, isn’t laughing, he is dead serious as he methodically takes Kurtis down a notch or two on his personal mission to rid Rebel Pro of all the Kurtises. Chad is stumbling along, but Casino is holding firm to the back of Chad’s skull, not letting him get away. Chad falls to one knee, and comes up swinging a bench! The bench takes Chris in the midsection doubling him over. Chad leaping to the top of the locker, with a front flip leg drop. Casino falls backwards from the bench blow. Chad delivers a stunning leg drop to the concrete floor. Chris sits up against the metal locker, rubbing his face and head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad’s leg is going to be hurting now.

COREY TAYLOR: He should have better sense than to try and leg drop a concrete floor.

Chad bounces up, holding at his left knee, Casino comes in with a shoulder tackle to the injured leg. Casino rapidly returns holding the left ankle beginning to kick away with ferocity at the side of Chad’s knee. Casino locks in a figure four leglock, falling back to maximize the torque on the left kneecap. Chad with a quick roll reverses the hold. Casino breaks the submission move quickly, getting back up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: The submission futile in this match, but brilliant in wanting to work on that injured left leg of Chad Kurtis.

COREY TAYLOR: Glad that you see the brilliance that is Chris Casino.

Chris back on the knee attack, Kurtis with a slap breakes him from the attack at least momentarily. Chad struggles back to his feet, Chris in with a kick to Chad’s midsection, DDT to the concrete. Casino gets up, dusting his hands off before hooking the leg for the pin.

One…

Two…

Jimmy Johnson stops his count as Chad’s shoulder is lifted up. Casino begins to turn red faced as he yells at Jimmy Johnson about the count. Johnson, for his part, begins to yell back at Chris Casino, he is having none of this bullying referees around from this spoiled brat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino had better watch out.

COREY TAYLOR: Why? Casino had this match in the bag before Johnson decided he forgot how to count to three.

Chad dives with a shoulder tackle of his own at Chris’ left knee and the co-tag Team Champion goes down holding at his left knee. Once again, both of these men are eeriely similar. Chad pulls Chris up to his feet, whip into the wall, Casino bounces back. Chad shoves him into the opposite wall; Chris rebounds once again. Chad lowers his head… Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: On the concrete baby!

ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look good for Chad.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn right it don’t!

Chris covers Chad’s prone body.

One…

Two…

Three.

Chad isn’t moving. Jimmy Johnson stays as Referee Alan Stone makes sure Casino doesn’t impede Chad’s possible progress in getting to his feet.

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Four…

The crowd is yelling for Chad inside the building; you can here them through the wall.

Five…

Six…

CROWD: Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!

Seven!

Casino turns to the camera, mocking it and pointing behind him at the now kneeling Chad Kurtis.

Eight…

Spear! Spear! Spear!

Chad sends Chris’ head slamming into the camera, shoving it back about ten feet from the force of the impact. There is a little bit of blood on the camera, and there is a lot of blood on Chris’ face from his lip and busted nose. Blood pours down his face as he gets groggily up to his knee and shakes his head. Chad, somehow, shoves up to his feet, stumbling off to a door marked “Maintenance”. Chad opens the door, there is the trusty ladder. Chad smiles, pulling it out from the closet as he stares at the kneeling form of Chris Casino on the floor. Chad rams the ladder into the back of Casino’s head before lifting it up to set it up in the hallway. Casino, hearing the cheer of the crowd, turns quickly to see Chad scaling the ladder. He quickly follows him up on the other side of the ladder, both ready to do major battle. Casino looking to end Chad Kurtis and the Kurtis Clan once and for all… Chad looking to shut Casino and the critics up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Someone is fixing to get really… really hurt here.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis… pucker them lips up and kiss your ass good-bye!

Right from Chad. Casino returns the favor with one of his own. Right from Kurtis. Right from Casino. Right right right right right right right. Fists of fury on top of the ladder. Less than an inch seperate these two but the force of the punches is tremendous. Chad throws a big time haymaker, Casino accepts the blow on his chin. Casino falls back, but manages to catch Kurtis by the wrist and pull him down into a DDT from! The! Top! of! The! Ladder!

CROWD: We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*

ROB MARTINEZ: Alan Stone drops to one knee, Jimmy Johnson drops to his knees as well.

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Three!

What?!

Both men pinned?!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino pinned Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Kurtis pinned Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: Never!

Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone each saw a different pin, they confer quickly before nodding.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

The crowd is going b-a-n-a-n-a-s!

Five…

Six…

Seven…

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve just gotten word that whomever answers the ten count first will be declared the winner, if both men fail to answer then it will be a draw.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Chris… I’ve got my house riding on ya.

Eight…

Chad and Casino stir…

Nine…

Chad up to his knees, hearing the count he shoves up to his feet.

Ten…

Chad’s eyes close as he nods sending droplets of blood onto the floor and wall before he falls back into a seated position against the wall.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

Alan Stone lifts Chad hand briefly before checking on his condition. Jimmy Johnson begins to check on the condition of Casino. We head to commercial as EMTs rush down to both men.

Xandor Cross vs The Freak
Red, White, and Bruised 2010
07-02-2010

“This Moment” by Disturb hits up in the speakers as from the back to an enormous amount of uncheering is the challenger for the Aggression Title. Freak looks to the crowd, acting as though he is all high and mighty, he waves to the fans as though he is a King and dismissing servants who have displeased him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds… he is… THE FREAK!

Freak steps up the steps and into the ring through the ropes, still dismissing the fans as though they are mere after thoughts.

“Requiem For A Dream” is in the speakers and the crowd are up on their feet for the Aggression Champion. His time in Rebel Pro may be a short one, up to this point, but they love him already. A slow fog envelopes the aisle from underneath the curtain as a hooded figure steps out from the back. Dressed in the long hooded robe, he holds the Aggression Championship over his left shoulder and in his right hand is held the Cat of Nine Tails.

JENNY JERSEY: From The City of Angels, he stands at six feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred eighty-five pounds… He is your Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… XANDOR CROSS!

COREY TAYLOR: That whip has got to be illegal.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve been here for over a year and you still don’t realize that there are no rules in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Quick jab to pull the votes your way huh Martinez? Well, do people know that your mother is standing on the corner of First and Second Avenue right now?

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Freak looks up to the towering form of Xandor Cross and to the whip in his hand. Xandor whips it out, but Freak is quick and avoids the blow. Freak slams a palm strike into Xandor’s ribs, but Freak is unable to avoid the second blow of the whip, the force of it sending him down to one knee. Freak with a knee strike to Xandor’s knees sends him down to one knee, but the whip cracks down a third time, connecting once again. Freak’s back is already torn and bleeding, but the pain seems to do the opposite and revive him. Freak leaps out of the way of the third strike, using the ropes to propell him up to deliver a front kick to Xandor’s face sending him stumbling backwards. Freak lands, spins, and sweeps Xandor’s legs out from under him. Cross hits the canvas on his back, already sitting back up after impact. Freak off the ropes, dropkick to Xandor’s head rolls him over onto his front, but he is still forcing himself back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak has the Cat of Nine Tails!

COREY TAYLOR:(sarcastic) Illegal now is it?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, as I just recently told you, there are no rules in Rebel Pro or are you as dumb as you are deaf?

The metal pieces bite hard into Xandor’s back, drawing small trickles of blood quickly, but Freak brings it down a second time and is definitely enjoying himself. Freak brings it up for a third strike, but Xandor slams a fist into his midsection doubling Freak over. Xandor is up to his feet, uppercut sends Freak into the ropes. Irish whip sends Freak running, big boot sends him down. Xandor lifts Freak up, spinning around, spinning vertical suplex and Freak is on his back. Xandor up, off the ropes, big leg drop that would make Hulk Hogan jealous of its execution.

COREY TAYLOR: He stole that move from Hulk Hogan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hulk Hogan didn’t invent the leg drop, he just wasn’t smart enough to develop a more complex finisher.

Xandor lifts Freak up,Northern Lights Suplex that he holds for a pin and Alan Stone is in position.

One…

Two…

Freak rolls a shoulder up, pulling Xandor off balance. Xandor is up first, Freak with a shin kick gets Xandor off balance. Cross delivers a right hand slamming Freak back into the corner. Xandor runs, big leg over the top rope and Xandor is trapped with one leg on either side of the top rope. Freak smiles before mockingly nodding then methodically kicking the top rope. Freak up on the top rope, using his tight rope walking ability to jump up and down on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t care who you are, that is going to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just because you don’t have any, doesn’t mean that all men don’t.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahuh? What did you say?

Xandor falls inside the ring, but is able to kick the top rope with a reserve of strength, Freak falls to the outside of the ring and down to the concrete floor. Xandor gets up, wincing at the pain between his legs before Xandor launches himself over the top rope with a plancha to the rising Freak. Big! Man! Plancha! Connects! Freak is slammed into the railing on the outside, but Xandor isn’t finished with him yet. Xandor takes the time to pound a few forearms into Freak before whipping him back into the ring apron. Xandor lifts Freak up over his head, Big Man Press Slam! Freak rolls over in agony as his front slams heavily onto the canvas. Xandor steps over the top rope, stalking his prey very slowly; seeming to savour the moment of the kill. Xandor leans over Freak, but Freak bounces up, connecting with the Cat of Nine Tails to Xandor’s face. The metal pieces dig into Xandor’s flesh, tearing grooves into his face, but Freak isn’t finished as he swings for the fences one more time. Xandor blocks the blow with his forearm, Freak having lost the advantage of surprise. Freak rushes in with another blow, Xandor kicks out with a boot. DDT! Xandor makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Freak kicks out, anger fueling him for the moment. Freak kicks out at the rising Xandor, but Cross catches the leg. Enzeguri to Xandor’s neck sends him down to one knee. Freak off the ropes, Shining Wizard takes Xandor off his feet. Freak slides out of the ring, going for a steel chair, he grabs two and slides back into the ring. Xandor is getting back up, but a chair shot misses and Freak is thrown off balance.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike One!

COREY TAYLOR: This is wrestling, not baseball.

Freak swings a second time, missing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike Two.

COREY TAYLOR: This is why I’m losing in the voting? The fans are complete idiots.

ROB MARTINEZ: No, that is why you are losing in the voting.

Xandor connects with the Cat of Nine Tails, right to Freak’s chest, drawing rivers of blood as the metal pieces dig deep into Freak’s chest flesh. Freak, swings again, connecting but Xandor slams the Cat back, connecting with a solid second swing, this one to Freak’s face sending him backwards into the ropes. Freak drops the chairs, Xandor presses his advantage. Xandor with a back suplex, but he picks Freak back up, Back Drop Driver! Freak is being tossed around as he tries to clear his eyes of the blood and think of someway to hurriedly get back into this match. Xandor lifts Freak up onto his left shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Emerald Flowsion! I haven’t seen that one in a while.

COREY TAYLOR: Well… uh… well… so!

Xandor covers for the pin and hopefully the win.

One…

Two…

Freak gets his shoulder up and Xandor realizes that his task may not be that easy. Xandor lifts Freak up, placing him onto his shoulder in an electric chair position. Freak wobbles from side to side, the blood still trickling down his face. Xandor leans forward, but Freak counters the Electric Driver with a spin and plants Xandor face first onto one of the discarded chairs. Freak lays there, breathing heavily before somehow shoving himself up and placing Xandor onto his back, head on the chair that he face planted. Freak stumbles over to the other chair, placing it on Xandor’s face before somehow managing to climb up top.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah hah! Freak is going for a high risk move.

ROB MARTINEZ:(sarcastic) Oh Great One, what gave it away?

COREY TAYLOR: (unaware of the sarcasm) The fact that he is climbing up top Rob.

Freak launches himself into the air…

COREY TAYLOR: Shooting Star Press connects!

Freak just lays there as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Freak!

Freak slides out of the ring, stumbling over to get his newly won Aggression title before holding it up and smiling through the mask of blood. Freak stumbles towards the back, weaving from side to side. In the ring Xandor Cross sits up, a crimson mask on as well, swiveling his head to watch Freak’s retreating back.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, an update on the voting results of the match between Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor…

The fans are really wondering about this match.

JENNY JERSEY: The current poll shows that Rob Martinez is leading by nearly a two to one vote ratio.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn the internet! Oh how it lies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you fans for the lead so far and now onto our next match.

Justin Case vs Akuma the Malignant
Armed Assault 2010
08-06-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen of the United States Armed Services, the following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is your Armed Assault Main Event of the evening. The match will be for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight World Title and will be contested under normal Rebel Rules…

“As Daylight Dies” its up in the speakers placed around the tent and from the back comes Jester, leading the caged Akuma to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is the challenger weighing in at at three hundred twenty-five pounds while standing at six feet seven inches; he hails from Parts Unknown he is led to the ring by Jester…. AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Jester shows the World Title to the crowd who give him massive boos, because they don’t like the idea of anyone stealing something that belongs to someone else. Jester is nonplussed as he unlocks the cage releasing Akuma into the ring.

“Victory” is now in the speakers as the crowd give Justin a bit more of a reaction, but he isn’t someone that they really approve of, but they know he will give it his all in this match.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at two hundred sixty-five pounds while standing at six feet five inches; he is accompanied to the ring by his manager Hugh Aredone… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME”… JUSTIN CASE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin looks determined as he steps into the ring here and ready to get his belt back, even though he did not lose it.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Rebel Pro Owner Larry Gordon, he walks down to ringside where he receives a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

LARRY GORDON: Gents, blame it on the show or the fact that I’m a bit jet lagged, blame it on whatever but…

He shrugs.

LARRY GORDON: I nearly forgot to mention that this match will have both managers handcuffed to the railing around ringside to prevent their intervention in the match. I will not be bullied into a cage match Jester and I do not want either of you managers getting involved, so handcuffed to the railing you will be!

Two Armed Services men step from the back, handcuffing both Jester to one side of the railing while the other handcuffs Hugh to the opposite side of the ring’s railing. They sit near their selected charges to watch the match as Larry Gordon walks to the announce table to watch this highly anticipated matchup.

COREY TAYLOR: You just couldn’t help it could you?

LARRY GORDON: One more derrogatory word about me from you Taylor and you can find another job.

COREY TAYLOR: Did I mention how much weight you seem to have lost?

ROB MARTINEZ: You are pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Marina calls for the bell as Akuma stands, allowing Justin to circle him in the center of the ring. Marina is dressed in a very sexy refereeing outfit that is more along the lines of a string bikini than a full fledged outfit. Akuma swings at Justin, but the smaller Case is able to avoid the blow by ducking under and delivering a swift back kick to Akuma’s knee. Akuma stumbles forward a bit, but Justin is right on the larger man. Justin off the ropes, another kick to the right knee, before spinning around delivering a third kick to the leg but the large Akuma will not go down. Justin off the ropes flying cross body.

Caught!

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma showing his amazing strength there.

COREY TAYLOR: He is a monster!

Akuma lifts him up, turning him for a tombstone piledriver, Justin flips the larger man over backwards reversing the piledriver. He can’t hold him though, dropping him more on his neck than his head. Justin heads into the ropes, jumping knee drop on canvas as Akuma sits up ala Undertaker. Justin holds at his right knee, but Akuma is up. Right hand.

DING!

Justin is rocked from the blow.

DING!

Justin goes down on his as, but rolls up to his knees. Akuma with a running big boot off the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin somehow kicks that right knee of Akuma and the monster is down!

Justin begins to stomp away on the right knee, wearing the larger man’s base down, but Akuma isn’t weak enough for that yet as he gets back up to his feet. Justin leans down to grab the ankle.

CAUGHT!

By the throat and Akuma lifts in the double choke lift!

COREY TAYLOR: Malignant Afflication!

Justin fights, but Akuma slams him down heavily onto the canvas before turning his snarling attention to Marina Blue who is just calmly watching and flirting with a soldier? Akuma lifts Justin back up, whip into the corner sends Case chest first into the padding. Justin flips up and over the corner and is stumbling along the apron. Akuma slams a meaty forearm into his face sending him crashing down to the floor below and Case looks to be out cold as he clutches his chest. Akuma stands center ring awaiting orders and Case is not out as he climbs shakily up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case is still in this one, but for how long?

COREY TAYLOR:Who knows? That Akuma looks bigger, almost too big to be allowed.

Case is up, but he bends over clutching at his stomach as Akuma is running.

Huge man plancha over the top rope!

*CLANG!*

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case just hit the biggest homerun of his life!

Case drops the chair, holding at his vibrating arms and Akuma is not moving at all here, but Justin is unable to shake feeling back into his arms after the impact, but slowly he regains feeling. Justin stomps away on Akuma’s head, that no matter what has got to be hurting after that swing. Justin digs under the ring, he pulls out a wrench and the crowd is going wild for the hardcore fight that is fixing to take place now. Justin golfs the wrench right into Akuma’s knee sending the giant rolling over and clutching at his right knee; giant or not, it hurts when a wrench is slammed into your knee.

COREY TAYLOR: What is Jester yelling?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know but Akuma is getting back up.

Justin swings, but Akuma catches the wrist, he slams his right fist into Justin’s midsection stealing every ounce of breath from Case’s body. Akuma shoves up to his feet, lifting Justin up, he launches him bodily back into the ring before he

is directed to find a suitable weapon. Akuma pulls out a table and tosses it into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to get bloody quick, fast, and in a hurry.

COREY TAYLOR: But these soldiers are absolutely loving it!

Akuma tosses a couple of chairs into the ring, and a case of beer bottles; where’d they come from?

ROB MARTINEZ: Where?

COREY TAYLOR: Its Rebel Pro don’t question it.

Akuma steps over the rope and back into the ring. He lifts Justin back up, whip into the ropes, big boot ducked by Case. Justin rebounds and is caught by Akuma. The challenger lifts Case up spinebuster onto the chairs; Justin rolls off holding at his back. Akuma seems to be smiling with joy as he lifts a chair up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Its like he has found new ways of torture.

COREY TAYLOR: This does not look good for Case retaining the Championship.

Akuma swings the chair, connecting solidly with Case’s back sending him into the corner. Akuma with a second swing sends him face first onto the top turnbuckle padding. Justin turns around and the chair is smashed right into his face; but no blood even though the skin is beet red from impact after impact. Justin stumbles forward out of the corner, barely keeping his feet, but somehow managing to do so. Akuma off the ropes, he runs past Justin bouncing off the other ropes.

ARROW OF FATE!

Justin falls right before Akuma gets there, the monster runs over him totally missing him. Akuma off the ropes and heads back for Justin bending down to lift him up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a beer bottle smash to the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood everywhere!

The soldiers are on their feet as Akuma is barely managing to keep his with the force of Justin’s swing. Akuma has glass shining in his face and blood dripping down from many wounds as Case is still struggling to get back up. Case lifts up a chair and a bottle, he hits the ropes with his body leaping into the air. Case tosses the bottle into Akuma’s face and swings again for the fences.

ROB MARTINEZ: DAMN!

COREY TAYLOR: He could have blinded him!

Akuma falls down, blood now pouring from his face and Case on the attack. Justin places the right knee of Akuma into the fold of the chair before placing a second chair on top for added pain. Justin isn’t happy with this as he sets up the lone table and takes the time to lift Akuma’s leg onto it, and he has it set. Justin takes the second chair and instead of placing it on the knee, climbs to the top turnbuckle with it in his grasp. Justin leaps, putting the chair under his feet.

*CRASH!*

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma’s leg has to be broken now!

COREY TAYLOR: He is writhing in pain which is more than we’ve seen from him yet!

Justin locks both ankles and stepping over locks on a sharpshooter! Akuma grunts in disbelief and pain as he looks to Jester who is saying something but it can’t be heard over the rising grunts from Akuma The Malignant. Justin reaches out for the ropes and added leverage, which is legal in Rebel Pro and the Champion knows it. Akuma crawls for the ropes, but Justin doesn’t relent the pain he is causing. Akuma in the ropes, Justin releases right before he reaches them; not that he has too. Justin swinging the chair connects solidly with the right knee and it folds again, something may be towrn in there or it may not bee, but it is definitely not at one hundred percent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is on the warpath to win this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Both men are giving it their all, but Akuma has the height and weight advantage.

Justin swings, Akuma pounds his fist into the chair sending it back into Case’s face. Justin drops the chair as Akuma sends it back into his face again with a well placed kick. Akuma hits the canvas though the kick cost his right knee and Jester is ordering him to do something to destroy Justin.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Jester may be a little worried here.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t even think he thought Akuma could feel pain.

Akuma has something in his eyes that isn’t pleasure, but more like hurt and confusion; perhaps he didn’t think he could feel pain either. A black bag comes flying into the ring from Jester, Akuma seizes upon it dumping out a thousand thumbtacks onto the canvas. Akuma must like thumbtacks because his eyes gleem with hurtful intent as he lifts Justin up with a huge gorilla press slam onto the tacks. Justin slams into the tacks, over a hundred sticking into his flesh and he grunts from the pain caused by the hundred tiny pinpoints. Akuma lifts Justin back up, MALIGNANT AFFLICTION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s face is turning purple!

COREY TAYLOR: This match has to be over!

Marina is not signalling for anything as neither man has given up; she is definitely calling this match down the line. Justin is hurt and bleeding profusiously as he tries to crawl away through the thumbtacks, but Akuma will not let him get very far. Akuma lifts him up to a kneeling position in front of him before slamming his fist down into Case’s upturned face and pounds him once, twice, three, and a fourth time. Case is gone, his eyes are closed and he falls towards Akuma.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is unconscious, he has got to be.

COREY TAYLOR: There is blood everywhere, both men have lost a lot here, but Akuma’s size is just too much.

Jester yells for Akuma to deliver All’s End; Akuma obeys.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is this really necessary?

COREY TAYLOR: I agree, Justin has gone through enough and this is just humiliation that is unnecessary.

Akuma lifts him up, smiling as he walks towards the open case of empty beer bottles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not on the bottles, this is just ridiculous.

COREY TAYLOR: Can’t you stop this Gordon?

Gordon only looks over to Corey as he shrugs his shoulders.

LARRY GORDON: I am not the referee, only they can stop this match.

COREY TAYLOR: And she won’t, she loves this kind of stuff.

Akuma has him placed, and smiles broadly as he lifts and adjusts a bit more.

THE BENCHMARK!

Akuma’s face is driven through twenty empty glass beer bottles!

Justin rolls the big man over as another black bag comes in from the side of the ring, but this one tossed by Hugh Aredone. Justin smiles as he pulls out a tape player? He presses “Play”

JESTER’S RECORDED VOICE(from many snippits recorded from his promos): Akuma. Stay. Down!”

Akuma doesn’t protest as Justin rolls him over, draping an arm over his chest and looking daggers at Jester, while pointing to his own head as though he is the smartest person in the world.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Millennium Game” Justin Case!

Jester is furious that he was outsmarted in this match, Justin used a recorded voice of his to beat Akuma, a loop hole that Justin and his group flaunted perfectly.

ROB MARTINEZ: iIn the end, Jester and Akuma played Justin’s Game and Justin played his hand perfectly!

COREY TAYLOR: I never doubted his abilities, not once.

Larry Gordon steps into the ring as he hands Justin back his Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title and Case celebrates by holding the belt up high. The soldiers and all stand to give this match a standing ovation as Larry gets out to let Justin have his time to shine. The show fades away to the Rebel Pro logo.