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ROB MARTINEZ: Our next match features a journey-man wrestler who has quickly struck a chord with the REBEL Pro faithful in J.T. Whiplash against the troubled
and moody Aeolus Wrath, who had some very unkind words for Mr. Whiplash last week.
COREY TAYLOR: This Whiplash guy is a walking tragedy waiting to happen. Hopefully Aeolus does us all a favor and gets rid of this in-ring liability tonight!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that remains to be seen, but for now, let’s just go to the ring with Jenny Jersey.
“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play over the P.A. system as J.T. Whiplash walks out with Meghan Magnolia by his side, with J.T. waving a Rebel
flag and Meghan cheering him as the fans give J.T. a decent reaction.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall… introducing first… from Paint Rock, Tennessee… weighing in at two hundred
forty-five pounds… accompanied to the ring by Meghan Magnolia… J.T. WHIPLASH!
J.T. walks to ringside with the Rebel flag over his shoulder, shaking hands with the fans on his way to the ring. He then places the flag inside the ring-post
after going up the steps and he paces back and forth awaiting his opponent as “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach begins to play over the P.A. system.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Somerset, Bermuda… weighing in at two hundred and six pounds… AEOLUS WRATH!
Aeolus Wrath then walks out to a vocal chorus of boos from the crowd as J.T. Whiplash decides not to wait and Whiplash starts firing haymakers at Wrath
on the entrance-way.
ROB MARTINEZ: J.T. Whiplash sure came ready to fight tonight! He’s not backing down one iota from Aeolus Wrath at the moment!
COREY TAYLOR: Oh, that hick’s just pissed that he didn’t get his welfare check!
ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop already?
Aeolus fires some stiff buzz-saw kicks to the ribs of J.T. to try and hold him at bay, but the veteran uses his boxing jabs followed by a vicious right
hook, sending Aeolus over the railing. J.T. then grabs a fan at ringside’s beer and spits it in Aeolus’ face before DDTing him on the hard concrete.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good God! He just splattered Aeolus Wrath’s skull on the concrete!
COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do that! That’s assault with intent to kill!
J.T. celebrates for a moment with fans at ringside, tagging hands with a few of them. But just as Whiplash diverts his attention back to Wrath, he gets
caught in a drop toe-hold on the steel chair, knocking the 46-year old loopy while Aeolus picks himself back up.
ROB MARTINEZ: As much as I hate to say this, maybe J.T. shouldn’t have celebrated so soon on that DDT because now he’s paying the price.
COREY TAYLOR: Kids, J.T. Whiplash is living proof what one too many all-night binges can do to you in later years!
Aeolus then waits for J.T. to get up on his hands and knees before delivering a stiff buzzsaw kick right to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. Aeolus
then grabs him by the hair and kicks him repeatedly in the head as he shouts at the fans “WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR HERO NOW?!?” as the fans voice their
displeasure.
ROB MARTINEZ: Aeolus Wrath is simply out for blood tonight, and it looks like the unlucky victim is going to be J.T. Whiplash!
COREY TAYLOR: Whiplash’s tragic tale is about to end right here and now…
Wrath then picks up J.T. and tosses him back over the barricade. He then jumps on top of the barricade, getting his balance before going for a leg-drop
that misses it’s mark as Whiplash rolls out of the way. J.T. then picks up Wrath and does an old-school swinging neckbreaker to the arena floor. Not satisfied,
J.T. drags Aeolus up against the ring apron and converts with some stiff chops to the chest while the fans cry out the obligatory “WOOOOOO!” during the
chops.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good to see the REBEL Pro faithful so into this match, isn’t it, Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe they’re cheering for THAT LOSER, though! I guess he represents what all these inbred hill-billies are like.
J.T. goes for one more chop, but Aeolus blocks it and catches him with a Leg Sweep. He then takes the A/V cables around ringside and starts to strangle
the life out of J.T. with them, screaming “YOU’VE BREATHED YOUR LAST BREATH, YOU OLD FOSSIL!!!” before rolling him back in the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro newcomer looks to be in a bad, bad way right now…
COREY TAYLOR: Finally, Aeolus is going to put this miserable geezer out of his misery!
Aeolus picks up J.T., wrenching his arm before hitting a vicious side kick to the jaw as he goes for a quick cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: That could be all she wrote, folks! One… Two… NO! Whiplash stays alive in this one!
COREY TAYLOR: I’m telling you, that old man is on borrowed time!
Aeolus then tries to go for a roundhouse kick to the back of the head, but J.T. ducks it and fires more boxing style punches into the abdomen of Aeolus
Wrath before running against the ropes and hitting a STIFF lariat, turning Wrath inside out as he goes for a cover of his own.
ROB MARTINEZ: We may have an upset in the making, folks! One… Two… Th- NO! Not quite!
COREY TAYLOR: That was too close for comfort there!
J.T. then gets to his feet and starts to stomp on the ankle, then the mid-section, then the shoulder, then the head, and goes all the way around for his
version of the Garvin stomp as he then grabs the leg of Aeolus Wrath, going for a Figure-4 Leglock as he spins around and applies the move with Aeolus
thrashing about in a great deal of pain.
ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the old lion has the young lion firmly in his grasp right now!
COREY TAYLOR: Come on, Aeolus! Fight out of it, man! Fight out of it!
Aeolus lies on his back for a few moments to try and catch his breath as the referee counts.
ROB MARTINEZ: This may be it! One… Two… NOT YET!
Wrath sits back up in a great deal of pain as he tries to turn the hold desperately, trying to shift his weight around before turning themove over as now
J.T. is the one in pain.
COREY TAYLOR: Atta boy, Aeolus! Make him suffer, man! Make that old drunk suffer!
We see the pain etched on J.T.’s face as he fights and claws his way to the ropes. Finally, with one last lunge, he makes it to the ropes, breaking the
hold with the leverage. This doesn’t stop Aeolus from immediately targeting the legs of J.T., kicking him right in the legs as Whiplash gets up on his
knees and is met with a Buzzsaw Kick to the temple as Wrath goes for the quick cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man, J.T.’s head almost went into the nose-bleed section!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s gotta be it! One… Two… Thr- NO! HOW THE HELL IS THAT FOSSIL KICKING OUT?
ROB MARTINEZ: Fighting spirit, Corey. J.T. Whiplash is showing a lot of spirit here tonight as he refuses to stay down.
Aeolus then goes for a snap suplex, but J.T. blocks it and counters with a Sit-Out Gourdbuster as he falls flat on his back exhausted for a moment as the
referee checks on their condition.
COREY TAYLOR: I think the old man just used every last ounce of energy he had!
J.T. starts to stir first as Aeolus is slowly peeling himself off the canvas as well. J.T. pulls himself up first, but is quickly met out of nowhere by
a Shining Wizard to his face, knocking him out cold as Aeolus then goes to pick him up for the Son of Silence. As Aeolus, starts to make the forward roll,
he’s stopped in mid-move by J.T. who delivers a ferocious looking Spinebuster Slam to Wrath.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the Whip-Cracker! And he caught Aeolus Wrath out of nowhere with that!
COREY TAYLOR: This can’t be happening…
J.T. then makes a horns sign to the crowd as he picks up Aeolus Wrath for a piledriver, letting the blood rush to his head before he drops him with the
piledriver right on his head. J.T. then shouts “YEE-HAW!!!” as he motions to the top rope. With his legs having taken a beating in the match though, it
takes him some time to make it to the top rope.
ROB MARTINEZ: We may be seeing a HUGE upset here, ladies and gentlemen…
COREY TAYLOR: I think I’m gonna be sick…
But just before J.T. can make the splash, Aeolus kips up and hits him with a Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head as Meghan Magnolia looks concerned
by the fact that her man is sitting out cold on the turn-buckle. As Aeolus catches his breath for a moment, he springs off the top rope, going for the
Aeoshocker, but J.T. blocks it and sends Aeolus back-first on the canvas. Not hesitating, J.T. then musters up the best Top Rope Splash he can as he holds
his ribs before making the pin.
ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL YELL! J.T. Whiplash might do the unthinkable. One… Two… THREE!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! GOD NO!!!
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner… J.T. WHIPLASH!
J.T gets out of the ring, with “Simple Man” playing over the speakers as Aeolus gets up inside the squared circle, he rips the microphone from Jenny’s
hands and speaks into the cheering crowd.
AEOLUS WRATH(out of breath): So you think you are the best just because you have a pin over me?
J.T turns around, the Rebel flag waving proudly in his grasp as the crowd goes silent. J.T looks back up at Wrath.
AEOLUS WRATH: I bet you don’t have the guts to get back in this ring with me, I sure know you do not contain the intelligence to deny my request.
J.T looks at the crowd before handing the flag to his girlfriend and stepping up the ring steps. J.T steps through the ropes but Aeolus rams a knee into
the side of his head before lifting him on into the ring and delivering a vicious DDT onto the canvas. Just then, Aeolus grabs a kendo stick and starts
beating J.T. with it until Meghan covers him up. Disgusted with her, Aeolus then takes J.T.’s rebel flag and throws it over him, spitting on it several
times as the fans are immediately incensed to the point where some of the red-necks in the crowd are trying to jump over the barricade!
COREY TAYLOR: It looks like we’ve got a trailer park riot fixing to happen!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, if it does happen, I say it’s justified because here in the South, you don’t mess with the Rebel flag because many still believe the
South will rise again. And hopefully J.T. Whiplash will rise again after this!
COREY TAYLOR: Uhhh… I kinda doubt it, Rob!
Meghan Magnolia kneels over a beaten and bloodied J.T. Whiplash as she screams for help as Aeolus smirks at the damage he’s done while the EMT’s pass by
him.

“Dress Like A Target” hits up and from the back to boos galore are the two hated wrestlers, Macculloch

and Krusty Kid Paul. Both men are sharing a bottle
of Mac’s finest as they saunter down to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way down to the ring, the team of KRUSTY KID PAUL and MACCULLOCH!
The familiar banjo strumming hits up and the crowd begins to cheer wildly as from the back comes their opponents, both Zeke and The Kumquat Kid.
JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing their opponents, the team of CUZIN’ ZEKE and THE KUMQUAT KID!
Where KKP and Mac paid no attention to the outstretched hands of the fans, Zeke and The Kid make sure to slap every single outstretched hand.
DING DING
Mac dives in with a right hand rocking The Kid back up against the ropes. KKP ducks under a right hook from Zeke, delivering a back handed slap to Zeke’s
skull that sends him stumbling forward. Mac with an Irish Whip, KKP with one of his own and both Zeke and The Kid slam together with a thud. KKP and Mac
laugh before delivering two beautiful bulldogs down to the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mac and KKP looking good so far.
COREY TAYLOR: Was there any doubt?
KKP pulls Kumquat Kid up to a vertical base, right fist to the jaw has The Kid in the

corner. Mac with a leg drop, but Zeke manages to roll out of the
way and up to his knees. Paul rushes over, Zeke shoots up, spinebuster slams Paul nearly all on his neck, but Mac is getting back up, with anger burning
in his eyes. Mac rushes over, big boot sends him backwards into a neckbreaker from Kumquat. The Kid bounces back up, looking out to the crowd before hitting
the ropes, springboard moonsault onto Mac with a leg hook cover.
One…
Tw– Mac throws a shoulder up breaking the count. Zeke looks on with approval on his face. Paul with a vicious right hand to Zeke’s jaw as he swings around
with a swift kick right to the side of Zeke’s knee sending him to a kneeling position. Paul hits the ropes. The Kid comes flying over Zeke to deliver a
knee right into Paul’s face sending him back down to the canvas. The Kid helps Zeke up, pointing over to Mac who is now getting back up. Double clothesline
takes Mac over the top rope to the outside. Zeke turns his attention back to Paul who is beginning to get back up. Another double clothesline.
ROB MARTINEZ: Another clothesline.
COREY TAYLOR: Krusty ducks under hitting the ropes.
Paul slides down under the bottom rope, shaking his head before he wipes his face. Mac and Paul put their heads together, talking strategy. KKP and Mac
look up, Kumquat is airborn over the top rope with a suicide plancha taking out both men. Kumquat leaps to the railing, playing to the crowd before back
flipping off with a double knee into Mac’s midsection knocking the wind right out of him. Paul isn’t moving, but here comes Zeke to the outside, a bit
frustrated because Kumquat Kid didn’t get ahold of him sooner. Zeke pulls Paul up, Irish whip, but Paul reverses, but wait Zeke reverses again and Paul
is sent into the ringpost. Paul is stunned from the impact and the dazed look is evident on his face as he swings wildly, no target in sight. Zeke with
a quick jab to the ribs, following it up with a right fist to KKP’s jaw sending him backwards against the post.
ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and The Kid on a roll.
COREY TAYLOR: Give it time.
Kumquat yells something out, Zeke drops down to all fours as The Kid uses him as a launching pad with a scissor kick that connects solidly with the ringpost.
Kid falls to the concrete holding at his knee that took the majority of the punishment. Zeke looks up as if to say, practice and that wouldn’t happen.
Mac nails Zeke in the back of the head with a steel chair sending Zeke to the concrete on his face. Mac stands over Zeke, another chair shot, a third,
and a fourth. Mac seems to be having a great time beating the hell out of Zeke’s skull with a steel chair, but Paul says that he wants a turn, Mac hands
him the steel chair. Paul holds it high over his head, The Kid manages to kick the back of Paul’s knee causing him to drop the chair and thus protect his
partner for the moment.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Kumquat Kid with a save there.
COREY TAYLOR: It was a close call, that chair nearly hit Mac.
Mac picks up the chair, he jumps over Paul to land stradling Kumquat Kid with the chair held high. Mac brings it down as Paul is digging under the ring
for something. The Kid seems to be out cold, but Paul laughs as he pulls a table out from under the ring, he sets it up as Mac laughs with hardcore delight.
Mac turns to the secretary from his promo, she obediantly hands him a Crown Royal bag that jingles slightly from the exchange.
ROB MARTINEZ: This… can’t be good for either Zeke or The Kid.
COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be deliciously hardcore.
Mac turns, but Zeke is there with a boot to the midsection causing Mac to drop the bag. Zeke with a DDT sends Mac’s skull into the concrete, but he rolls
up quickly to take on the rampaging KKP who rushes around the ring post. Zeke with a back body sends Paul into the air and onto the concrete, on his back.
Paul holds at the lower portion of his back, a wince forming on his face. Zeke with a running knee right to the back of Paul’s skull nearly folds him in
half, but here comes The Kid with a leg drop off the table onto Paul. Zeke nods again, but there seems to be something that Zeke is pondering as this match
continues here, he seems to be thinking and sizing The Kid up. Mac, showing his hardcoreness, pushes up to his knees behind Zeke.
COREY TAYLOR: There ain’t gonna be any sheep F*bleep*king tonight.
ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it. Zeke isn’t that way.
Zeke holds at his crotch in obvious pain before hitting his knees to receive a steel chair shot to the back of his skull. Mac delivers another chair shot,
but this one to The Kid before he dumps the contents of the Crown Royal bag onto the table. Bits of glass, barbed wire, and thumbtacks scatter all over
the table, Mac is laughing maniacally as he scoop slams The Kid onto the table. Paul gets up, but Zeke powers up, showing his determination. Zeke with
a right to Paul, KKP fires one right back. Zeke and KKP are exchanging rights and lefts here beside the table as Mac flies from the top rope, sending The
Kid through the table with a body splash. Mac rolls around the remains of the table, getting all sorts of the material stuck in his skin and hair before
standing up, showing the trickling blood from the multitude of wounds. He looks over to Paul before mouthing “Give ‘em Hell” and rolling The Kid inside
the squared circle.
COREY TAYLOR: Zeke and Paul are fighting into the crowd.
ROB MARTINEZ: Paul is holding his own against Zeke, but the man from Turkey Cross is holding his own against a true NAPW legend.
Mac lifts the bloody unconscious form of The Kid up to his feet, signaling that it is over.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtic Burial!
COREY TAYLOR: Mac with the cover.
One…
Zeke turns to try and stop the cover, he runs.
Two…
Zeke hops the railing.
Three.
Too late.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Krusty Kid Paul and Macculloch!
ROB MARTINEZ: What an intense match from these two teams.
COREY TAYLOR: Zeke held his own, I hate to admit it, but he did; while The Kid needs to stay up North.
Zeke pulls the bloody Kid out of the ring, helping his tag team partner to the back, while protecting him from further harm.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!!
The crowd rise up out of there seats as, Lead into Demise by Kingdom of Sorrow, plays through the loud speakers as Johnny Maverick comes out through the
curtains.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Washington, D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, he is the challenger… JOHNNY MAVERICKKKK!
Johnny Maverick walks down to the ring, doing a few taunts and finally enters the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Johnny Maverick gets only a few boos!? What happened?
ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are liking his style.
COREY TAYLOR: WHY!!!
VINCENT BLACK: The same reason they loved to hate Hardcore Entertainment. We gave them hardcore entertainment and when we showed them what we could really
be without them, well, they hated us because they loved us so much at one time.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Las Vegas weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… He is your current Carolinas Champion! The Future… CHRISSSS
CASINO!
Immediately the fans boo, as Smooth by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hit the speakers. Chris Casino comes out from behind the curtains, with the Carolina’s
Title on his waist. Taunting the crowd, who don’t aprove of it.
COREY TAYLOR: Rob, tell those morons to stop hating on The Future.
ROB MARTINEZ: What’s wrong with you telling them?
VINCENT BLACK: Because he is a punk bitch.
Chris Casino walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. But before anything can get underway…
The lights in the arena switch to green as we can hear the new theme music of Yung Mula, “Money to Blow” featuring Birdman, Drake and Lil’ Wayne plays
loudly throughout the loudspeakers. As Yung Mula (Jer$ey, Mack and Chad Kurtis) are backstage with the roulette wheel.
COREY TAYLOR: Here they go again. What else can possibly happen tonight?
ROB MARTINEZ: We are about to find out.
JER$EY: Hold on! Hold on! Alan Stone do not ring that bell!!!
The fans cheer for Yung Mula as they can be seen on the big screen.
JER$EY: Before the match gets under way, let me tell you that High Stakes is a one of a kind show! A possible show of the year!!!
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: Don’t ya’ll agree??
The fans cheer loudly!!!
JER$EY: So why not, keep shooting for the goal? Once again, the wheel shall be spun to decide the fate for these two superstars, as well!
Chris Casino immediately goes over to Jenny Jersey and snatches the microphone.
Chris Casino: Jer$ey, Mack, Chad, Yung Mula, Yung (BLEEP) what the hell ever! Just in case you did not know. In my contract, it states that I do not have
to participate in any gimmick match, that roulette wheel is useless.
Jer$ey: Oh it is huh Chris? Since you are carrying that Carolina’s Championship, you think you can call the shots?!
Chris Casino: I know I can call all the shots. Alan, do your damn job and start this match.
Jer$ey: Hold on!!!
Jer$ey snaps his fingers as Mack pulls out his cell phone. As Jer$ey started to talk on it, to someone. His voice gets louder…
JER$EY: Oh really!? So his contract states everything, but that!?
…
JER$EY: No problem then. I guess I have no choice, but to do this one.
…
JER$EY: Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit!
Jer$ey hangs up the phone and hands it back to Mack.
JER$EY: Hey Chris! I just got off the phone with Larry Gordon. And umm… you’re right! I can not place you into any gimmick match.
The fans boo. As Chris takes off his belt, pleased by the words coming out of Jer$ey’s mouth.
JER$EY: So… with that being said… the only match that you will qualify to participate in is… an I QUIT MATCH!!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!! That’s big.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s big alright. A big stupidity.
VINCENT BLACK: Can you make any less sense Corey?
The fans go nuts, as Chris Casino’s pleased face turns to anger.
CHRIS CASINO: An I QUIT match?! I refuse to wrestle in an I Quit Match, did you just not hear what I said you idiotic embasile?
Chris Casino, throws the mic down as he takes his belt back from referee Alan Stone, before he can handle it over to the timekeeper. Then he exits the
ring.
JER$EY: If you don’t get your ass back into the ring, by the count of ten. Not only will you lose, but your championship reign will end. And Johnny Maverick
will be crown the NEWWW CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! Oh yeah Chris, Larry Gordon wanted me to tell you that the only reason you are wrestling this “I Quit” match
is because in your promos this week, you agreed to it.
The big monitor went out as Chris Casino decides his fate. Whether he’s going to wrestle and defend his title against Johnny Maverick or if he’s just going
to give up his gold to him.
Referee Alan Stone, signaled for the bell and started the count quickly.
One..
Two..
Three..
Four..
Chris contemplates what to do.
Five..
Chris continues to walk away, his back to Johnny and the ring.
Six…
Seven..
ROB MARTINEZ: Uh Oh, Johnny Maverick is going after Casino.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s just pure stupid. Why would he do that? He had an easy win.
VINCENT BLACK: Simple, he wants to f*bleep*king fight.
ROB MARTINEZ: I guess he wants to earn it.
Johnny runs towards Casino and clocks him with a elbow shot towards the back of his head. Which stuns him a bit. He then grabs his head spins him around
and starts giving him a couple of jabs to the face. Chris drops his belt and then he begins to trade blows with Johnny. As he backs Maverick, towards the
ring apron. With the two still trading blows, Chris stops Maverick’s pace with a poke to the eyes.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Chris then grabs him by the head and tights, swinging him back into the ring. He start to get a few stomps to the backside. He picks up Maverick and continues
to give him a few jabs, until he’s in the corner. He knees Maverick into the midsection three times. He then sends him flying into the opposing corner.
He quickly runs behind him to get a big splash, but Maverick side swipes him and Chris eats all of the turnbuckle.
The crowd rises.
Johnny Maverick immediately changes the pace of the match, which is in his favor now. He sends Chris into the ropes as he waits for him to come back and…
Powerslam!
Johnny Maverick goes for a cover.
Alan Stone reminds Johnny, that it’s not a pin fall match. It’s a I QUIT match. He then gets up off of Casino, and quickly heads to the microphone that
Casino dropped down earlier.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT???
CHRIS CASINO: (Catching his breath) No! You Bitch!!!!
Johnny nails him over and over with the mic.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: NOW CHRIS, DO YOU QUIT!???
CHRIS CASINO: … … I… said… NO!
Johnny tries to hit him again, but Chris kicks Johnny in a spot where no man wishes to be hit.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just wrong!
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t forget, that this is REBEL-Pro. Anything can happen.
VINCENT BLACK: He just got hit in the nads. That reminds me, it is time for Fantasy Baseball again, anyone out there interested in joining my league?
That turns the tide in the match, as Chris gets up off the mat rubbing his forehead from the repeated shots to the head from the mic. He quickly nails
Johnny with a DDT!!!
That took everything out of both men. Referee Alan Stone, looking puzzled at the moment. They both are trying to use the aide of the ring ropes. Johnny
somehow gets up first and quickly runs towards Chris, who ducks out of the way pulling the ropes down sending Johnny flying towards the mat on the outside.
Chris gets on the turnbuckle ropes and starts to taunt the crowd. As he gets nothing but boos. On the outside, Johnny is twisting and turning. Chris goes
on the outside, picks up Johnny and scoop slams him back to the floor.
ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny’s back is taking a ton of punishment here since he cam flying over the top rope.
COREY TAYLOR: Impressive huh!?
VINCENT BLACK: Seriously, I’m looking for anyone interested in playing Fantasy Baseball in 2010.
Chris goes over to the announcer’s table, grabbing a headset.
CHRIS CASINO: This is just what I do to anyone who steps into the ring with “The Future”. What do you think so far Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: Perfect!!!
ROB MARTINEZ:: Ridiculous.
CHRIS CASINO: It is perfect because Chris Casino is perfect.
Chris spots Johnny Maverick’s sudden movement and quickly heads back over to put in some more damage. As Johnny is upon his knees still kind of bending
down, Chris kicks him in the stomach. He then waits for a couple of minutes as Alan Stone tells Chris to get back in the ring. Johnny Maverick takes about
a minute to get up to his feet…
WHAMMMM!!!!!!
A SUPERKICK PLANTED by Chris Casino!
Chris Casino signals its over, as he grabs a microphone from the timekeeper and kneels down beside Johnny.
CHRIS CASINO: SAY it Johnny and the pain will end!!!
JOHNNY MAVERICK: …..I…..I…..
Before Johnny can say any more, Casino aides Johnny up to his feet.
Chris Casino: Get your ass up.
He then nails him in the face with the microphone, sending a huge THUDDD, throughout the arena. Johnny is still up although his face is upon the little
timekeeper table. Chris picks his head up and…
Bam!!!
Right back onto the table.
BAM!!!
Once more.
BAMMM!!!
And again…
Chris Casino taunts the crowd once more. He then gets into the ring to calm Alan Stone down a little bit, then immediately heads back to the outside of
the ring. Johnny is still laying upon the table, Chris Casino picks his head up…
WHAMMMMM!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: What the!!!
VINCENT BLACK: Casino just got a mouth full of ring bell ala mode.
Chris Casino eats the ring bell. He slowly falls backwards crashing to the mat. As Johnny falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath a little.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a match!
COREY TAYLOR: Before Johnny screwed up.
VINCENT BLACK: Johnny did what he had to do to get an advantage, nothing wrong with that.
With Casino still on the mat, Johnny gains momentum as he picks up Chris and shoves him back into the ring with a microphone in hand.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT!!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ………..
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I SAID DO YOU QUIT!!!
CHRIS CASINO: ………….
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I’m going to say this one more time. DO YOU QUIT!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ….
The lights went off in the arena.
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell is going on!?
With the lights off, you can hear a bunch of rumbling in the ring. But nobody can see what’s going on.
After a minute or two, the light finally comes on, with Johnny Maverick laid out. Chris is still in the same spot. As he gets up little by little, he picks
up Johnny Maverick…
ROB MARTINEZ: UH OHHH!!
THE BANKRUPT………STOPPED!!
Johnny on his little life buzz, shoved Chris into the turnbuckle. As Chris comes back hard, with a back elbow shot from the second rope! Johnny ducks out
of the way….
THHHEEE ABBBMMM!!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH S(BLEEP)!!
ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that, Another Body Murdered.
VINCENT BLACK: It’s over!
Johnny goes for the microphone once again, but before he can get over towards Chris. Someone grabs him from the outside, and he crashes to the mat. Taking
the last bit of wind from him, but Johnny still manages to get up. The mask men removed the mask.
IT’S KKP!!!
He snatches the camera from the camera man. And….
KNOCCCKEEEDDDDD!!!!
The devastating blow, messes up the camera setup. You can hear everything, but can’t see anything at all.
ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll try to get you guys another camera back up as soon as possible, because we are having a little technical difficulty at the moment.
COREY TAYLOR: KKP, knocked the hell out of Johnny Maverick.
VINCENT BLACK: We don’t have these kind of technical difficulties in my Fantasy Baseball league.
KKP picks up Johnny Maverick, as he is pouring out blood right above his left eye. KKP balls up his right fist and, K-Cutter!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap, K-Cutter!
Spyke Gein runs out to even the odds, he and KKP trade rights, back and forth. With Johnny almost out of it he rolls back into the ring, to go after Chris.
But with his back turned…..
BANKRUPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!
He then shoots for ROLLING THE HARD 7, with the microphone in hand, but Johnny counters by performing the standing arm wrench. Johnny locks in the Perfect
Armbar! Casino’s face is right beside the microphone as he dropped just a second before.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Say it Chris!
CHRIS CASINO: F*bleep*k you!
KKP heads back towards the ring, but Spyke nails him in the back of the head with a beer bottle, busting it over his head.
Johnny Maverick applies the submission harder and tighter.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Its either your arm snapping or your win streak Chris, your decision because I am not releasing this hold!
CHRIS CASINO: QUIT!! I QUITT!!!!
Alan Stone, signals for the bell but the bell isn’t in the timekeeper’s possession.
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEW Carolina’s Champion Johnny Mavvvvverick!
The fans are shocked that the returning Johnny Maverick was able to upset Chris Casino, they are in shock but immediately jump to their feet in cheers
of adoration as Casino has been dethroned of his title. They begin to laugh at Casino’s smug face, as he holds his arm and both he and KKP make their way
to the back. Spyke slides into the ring, licking the Carolinas Championship clean?
VINCENT BLACK: What is that idiot doing?
COREY TAYLOR: Who Rob?
ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps hoping the Carolinas belt is actually chocolate wrapped in gold?
VINCENT BLACK: Don’t be an idiot, Gordon would have already eaten it by now.

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
“My Michelle” cues up.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS
MARION!
Marion emerges from the curtain, looking out at the hundreds of booing fans. He walks slowly and confidently before rolling into the ring and stretching
against the ropes.
Kid Rock cues up.
MEGA POP!
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in at—
ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to this CROWD! We can’t even hear Jenny Jersey!
COREY TAYLOR: So long as we can still see her, all is good with the world.
JENNY JERSEY: –the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE SHOW’ CHAD KURTIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t hear myself think!
COREY TAYLOR: The mouse on the wheel inside your head must be a Chad Kurtis fan too.
Kurtis, World Title on his shoulder, strolls down to the ring, slapping the hands of every fan along the way. He drops the belt at the timekeeper’s table
before rolling into the ring. He goes to his corner and stretches, his eyes locked on his opponent.
DING DING
The competitors for the championship of the world lock-up mid-ring. Marion pushes Kurtis into the ropes. Kurtis pushes back into the opposite ropes, release.
Chop! Chop! Irish whip, reversed! Kurtis off of the ropes, Marion ducks his head, Kurtis somersaults on his back, grabbing his underarms and applying a
crucifix!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Kurtis back to his feet as Marion stands. Slap! Chop! Chop! Kurtis whips him into the corner, Marion hits it. Kurtis whips him across the ring, Marion
reverses, sending Kurtis into turnbuckle front first. Kurtis stumbles back, roll-up from behind!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Marion quickly applies headscissors to Kurtis, clenching his throat. Kurtis attempts to get out to no avail. Marion sprawls and applies a side headlock.
As he wrenches it, Kurtis slowly gets to his feet. Kurtis with a back suplex—no! Marion flips backwards. Marion with a short-arm clothesline, ducked by
Kurtis! Kurtis reverses it into a hammerlock, twisting his arm. But Marion snapmares him over. Marion runs off of the ropes, Kurtis stays low, Marion hops
over him. Kurtis stands… hits Marion with an arm-drag takedown! Marion to his feet… another arm-drag takedown! He pulls Marion up. Armringer! He holds
onto his arm and with his other: knife edge chop! Another! Another! Marion reverses into an armringer of his own. He twists it around once, twice… Kurtis
cartwheels and flips Marion onto his back!
ROB MARTINEZ: If we were scoring this contest, up until that move right there, it was a dead heat!
COREY TAYLOR: Really? I always keep a tally here and right now I have Marion winning by a landslide.
Kurtis holds onto his arm and wraps his legs around it, applying a serious armbar. But before he can really cinch it in, Marion finds his eyeball with
his two longest fingers. Kurtis releases the hold, his hands on his face. Marion rises quickly, off of the ropes… dropkick to Kurtis’ face!
COREY TAYLOR: Let the Revolution commence!
Marion plants a foot on the back of Kurtis’ knee. Knee stomp! Another! A third! He switches legs. Kurtis tries to get up to no avail. Three more knee stomps!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis’ knee problems are well-documented. Marion is taking advantage!
COREY TAYLOR: It’s a dog eat dog world! And Marcus Marion likes his meat!
ROB MARTINEZ: …
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we’ll edit that out for the DVD.
Marion places both feet on the back of Kurtis’ knees. And he pulls up on his arms. Kurtis cries out in pain, his legs and arms stretching like a guillotine.
Marion pulls back, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Somehow, Kurtis is able to get one knee up. He slowly pushes up, releasing his second leg. Kurtis
grabs Marion’s hands and spins around, forcing Marion to twist around… neckbreaker! But both men quickly get to their feet, Marion dropkicks Kurtis’ knee,
sending him to the ground, stopping only then to grab his neck from the previous move.
ROB MARTINEZ: Amazing action these opening minutes!
COREY TAYLOR: Not one steel chair? Not one table? What is this? NAPooW?
ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t sell REBEL short! We’ve always been home to technical masters!
Marion grabs his right leg, bends it and drops a knee into it, before applying a vicious kneelock. Kurtis hollers and tries to attack Marion with his arms
but with little success. Finally, Kurtis is able to get his free leg past Marion’s head and then at the side of his skull with a swift kick. Marion falls
to the side, clutching his face as Kurtis gets to his feet. Marion stands just in time to be chopped once, twice, three times! Roaring elbow! A second
one! Marion falls against the turnbuckle. Kurtis runs back to the opposite corner and charges in with a flying knee aimed for Marion’s head, but Marion
ducks out of the way just in time and Kurtis hits it full-on!
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, good work, Chad. Use your injured knee to attack someone when that someone happens to be one of the fastest ring generals since Michael
Massacre. We may have a talented world champion, but he is about as intelligent as that toothless hick behind me.
ROB MARTINEZ: One, Chad Kurtis has always been a daredevil. And two, that toothless hick pays your salary!
COREY TAYLOR: No need to name call. Maybe his teeth are just really small.
Kurtis immediately falls to the ground, holding his clutched knee. Marion smiles and raises his arms high into the air, drawing the ire of the fans. He
goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He rolls back into the ring and immediately brings the chair down on Kurtis’ wounded knee! Kurtis grabs it
and cries out on pain!
COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bullshit! REBEL Pro!
He charges again but Kurtis rolls forward… drop toe hold! Marion falls, the chair sandwiched between the ring and his skull as he crashes down. Kurtis
rolls to the ropes and attempts to pull himself up, holding his knee, clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion rises. He calls out the champion’s name before
planting a STIFF kick to his face! Kurtis falls near the turnbuckle. Marion goes to the outside and reaches back in, grabbing Kurtis’ ankles. Figure-four
around the ringpost!
ROB MARTINEZ: There will come a point when Chad Kurtis will have to decide if he really wants to keep that strap if it means his career is over!
Kurtis is screaming, refusing to tap out, but clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion nods his head, blood trickling down his forehead from the drop toe
hold, applying as much pressure as possible. Kurtis grabs onto the bottom-rope, attempting to use the leverage to escape but to no avail. The fans are
chanting his name, but there is little he can do!
COREY TAYLOR: Marcus Marion is the fastest-rising star we’ve seen since Derrick Steele!
ROB MARTINEZ: I cannot argue with you there.
Kurtis manages to swing himself outside of the ring, pulling Marion up into the ringpost, where his groin hits it hard! Marion rolls back onto the cement,
grabbing himself, screaming. Kurtis hops onto one knee and catches Marion as he rises. STARMAKER! ON THE OUTSIDE! He takes a moment to examine his injured
knee, then rolls him in. COVER!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis! Chad Kurtis! Never count that man out!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Kurtis gets to his feet, limping around the ring, slapping his chest, pumping the excited fans up. He climbs the turnbuckle with some difficulty… SHOOTING
STAR PRESS! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Kurtis shakes his head in disbelief but doesn’t waste a moment bringing Marion to his feet. He pushes him into the corner then whips him across the ring.
He runs in but Marion gets a foot up! Kurtis staggers back, Marion runs in with a clothesline. Ducked by Kurtis! Superkick from the world champ! Marion
falls to his knees. Kurtis off of the ropes, running knee strike to Marion’s head! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Kurtis now going up top again. Again favoring his foot, but he ignores the pain and climbs slowly. But Marion gets to his feet. And he dropkicks the turnbuckle,
shaking it and forcing Kurtis to land spread eagle! Kurtis cries out in pain as Marion climbs up… SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX!
COREY TAYLOR: Never count Marcus Marion out!
Crawling cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Marion picks up the steel chair, visibly frustrated. He jams it into the knee—NO! Kurtis rolls out of the way and manages to get to the outside. Marion
drops the chair. Baseball slide dropkick to Kurtis… who moves out of the way! Fists of fury from both men! Marion with a kick to the gut. Irish whip… reversed!
Marion hits the guard rail! Kurtis runs in, Marion ducks his head. Kurtis runs up his back, SHOWTIME OFF OF THE GUARD RAIL TO THE CEMENT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Kurtis slowly gets to his feet, drawing amazing cheers from the fans. He rolls Marion into the ring and follows him in. Kurtis forced to take his time,
trying not to injure his knee any more than necessary. Kurtis grabs Marion for the CK FINALE! But Marion spins around and lifts Kurtis up with his neck…
HUGE SPINEBUSTER SLAM!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion clearly prepared for Chad Kurtis’ entire moveset!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s why they call him revolutionary!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s just what he calls himself…
Both men on the mat, trying to regain their composure. Marion wipes the blood from his eyes and tries to shake off the effects of the Showtime. Kurtis
tries to get the wind that was knocked out of him back in. Marion rises first. And goes up the turnbuckle as Kurtis stands and turns around… flying clothesline!
Marion picks up Kurtis… he’s going for the REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! Kurtis gets Marion up in the air with his NECK! RUNNING SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis one-ups his challenger! Amazing action here tonight!
CHAD KURTIS: That’s right! I did!
Marion rolling around, clutching his back as Kurtis limps around, soaking up massive cheers. Kurtis with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
KICKOUT!
Kurtis grabs Marion’s head. He’s bringing him up top!
Kurtis fails to get Marion into a CK FINALE 2.0 position. Marion and Kurtis exchange blows! Neither able to get the advantage. Finally, Marion locks Kurtis
for a DDT. But Kurtis elbows out of it! Kurtis with a knee to the gut and he locks in a DDT of his own! But Marion elbows out of it! They exchange vicious
headbutts, Marion’s blood spreading to Kurtis’ forehead! Kurtis with a knee to the gut… DDT! NO! MARION HOOKS KURTIS ON HIS WAY DOWN! BOTH MEN DDT’D TO
THE OUTSIDE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
ROB MARTINEZ: NO! NO! This match can’t end like that! NO! NO!
COREY TAYLOR: MARION, GET UP! ROLL HIM IN AND PIN HIM!
The referee checks both men, wondering if the match can go on. Neither competitor stirs. Each bleeding from gashes on their foreheads.
ROB MARTINEZ: You know what, I take back what I said before. If it means these men can continue their careers, I say call the match now.
Slowly, both men get to their feet. Massive applause from the audience.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: These men are MONSTERS!
COREY TAYLOR: Look, I know I am a sarcastic ass, but I can’t believe these two are continuing!
Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Roaring elbow from Kurtis! Another! A third! Marion stumbles
back into a steel chair. Instinctively, he picks it up and brings it down on Kurtis’ skull! Kurtis staggers… but does not fall! Marion lifts the chair…
Kurtis kicks him in the gut! He grabs the chair. Swings it! CRACK! Marion nearly drops to the ground but somehow remains on his feet. A second swing… Marion
with a kick to the gut! Steals the chair back! He swings it! Kurtis ducks, the chair bounces off the corner of the ring apron. Kurtis with an ASAI MOONSAULT
OUT OF NOWHERE! NO! Marion catches him in mid-air! He goes for some type of suplex but Kurtis follows through with a headscissors takedown! Marion hits
the cement hard as Kurtis leaps onto the ring apron once more. 450 SPLASH! NO! Marion gets his knees up just in time! Marion gets to his feet before Kurtis
is able to. Kurtis walks right into a huge belly-to-belly suplex!
ROB MARTINEZ: That cement is UNFORGIVING!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve never apologized to it, not even for the time I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.
Marion takes a moment to argue with one of the many booing fans before attempting to apply a figure-four to Kurtis. Kurtis kicks him away. Marion stomps
on his head and attempts to pick him up. Kurtis with a shot to the gut! Another! A third! He gets to his feet! Punch after punch to Marion! Marion blocks
it. Punch after punch to Kurtis! Kurtis falls back, Marion charges forward with a huge lariat but Kurtis ducks it! Kurtis with a HUGE spinning heel kick!
Kurtis picks Marion up and tries to roll him back into the ring. But Marion fires a succession of elbows into the champ’s gut! Marion with a jawbreaker
that sends Kurtis reeling. Marion goes after Kurtis, who spins around, kicks him in the gut… SNAP FISHERMAN’S BUSTER!
COREY TAYLOR: Michael Massacre was RIGHT! We should have put mats on the outside of the ring like those RESPECTABLE feds do!
ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved our extreme style?
COREY TAYLOR: Not when it threatens the Revolution!
Kurtis rolls him into the ring. He picks Marion up. CK FINALE! NO! Marion reverses into a back body drop! NO! Kurtis with a SUNSET FLIP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Marion kicks forward, hooking Kurtis’ legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! NO! SO CLOSE!
Both to their feet. Clotheslines take down each of them!
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: I have to agree with our fans! What a MATCH!
COREY TAYLOR: I thought they were complimenting my haircut?
Both get to their feet. Marion runs in with a clothesline, Kurtis ducks. Marion off of the ropes, caught by Kurtis with a HURRICANRANA ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE– NO! NO!
Both men to their feet. Slap to the face from Marion. Slap to the face from Kurtis! Slap! Slap! Kurtis with an Irish whip, reversed into a short-arm clothesline,
Kurtis ducks under the arm. Waistlock. Marion with an elbow. Another. Another. Breaks it! Marion off of the ropes. Another HURRICANRANA! NO! This time
Marion reverses into a POWER BOMB!
And in the middle of the ring… he locks on the FIGURE-FOUR!
Kurtis flipping out, slamming his arms but verbally refusing to submit. His knee feeling more pressure than it ever has in his entire career. His flailing
slowly stops. The referee raises his arm…
ONCE.
TWICE.
THREE.
ROB MARTINEZ: Nothing Chad Kurtis could do! He fought and fought and fought–
NO! Kurtis hulks up! And he reverses it into a SHARPSHOOTER! He wrenches it, screaming out, blood trickling down his face as Marion tries to ignore the
pain. But Marion is able to re-reverse it back into the FIGURE FOUR! Kurtis again flails but slowly begins losing consciousness… his arm raised:
ONCE!
TWICE!
THREE!
COREY TAYLOR: FINALLY!
NO! NO! HULK UP! Kurtis with a punch to Marion! AGAIN! A THIRD TIME! A FOURTH! A FIFTH! The hold BREAKS! Kurtis tries to pull himself up by the ropes but
is clearly having a great deal of trouble. The referee asks if he wants to continue and he cries out: (BLEEP) YES! Marion Irish whips Kurtis into the opposite
ropes, he bounces off. DROPKICK TO HIS KNEE!
Kurtis falls to the mat, holding his knee, hollering. Marion picks him up. REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! NO! Kurtis gets him up on his SHOULDERS! Marion tries
to elbow out but Kurtis has him up high! But Kurtis’ knee buckles and he falls to the ground before he can finish the maneuver!
COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis should have done more squats!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marion has been working on his injured knee ALL MATCH!
Kurtis screams, on bended knee, examining where the pain is coming from and what, if anything, he can do right now to stop it. Marion picks up the steel
chair. SWING! BUT KURTIS DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! Kurtis springs to his feet. Kick to the gut! CK FINALE! CK FINALE!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how he did it, but… BEAUTIFUL EXECUTION!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s paying the price now!
Kurtis rolls around on the ground, unable to stand. Marion is knocked out in the middle of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: There is no doubt that if Chad Kurtis can get over to Marcus Marion that this match will be over!
COREY TAYLOR: Hate to admit it, but you’re right.
Thirty seconds pass. Forty. Fifty. A minute. Finally, Kurtis begins using the rope to get up, attempting to get to Marion to make a cover. He limps slowly
towards him, favoring his knee. And his knee gives out again! He falls!
ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t even CRAWL!
Marion springs to life, grabs Kurtis… REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THAT’S IT!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!
The response from the fans is a mix of booing and generous applause for the nearly forty-minute effort from both competitors. Jenny hands the World Title
to the new champ who holds it up high! Chad Kurtis refuses help from the medical technicians and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Marion helps him. Kurtis
nods appreciatively. Smirk from Marion… and he RUNS CHAD OVER WITH THE TITLE BELT! He holds the belt up high as the applause is replaced with MASSIVE booing!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH COME ON! Shake the guy’s hand, don’t do THAT! What a SCUMBAG!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey! That’s our World Champion! Show some respect!
Marion lays the boot to Kurtis who is helpless in the middle of the ring.
HERE COMES JT WHIPLASH AND MATTHEW KURTIS! They storm the ring. Whiplash and Marion exchange blows, while Matthew helps Chad up.
HERE COMES THE FREAK! He kicks out connecting with Matthew’s skull before turning to kick Whiplash’s knee. Marion and The Freak lay the boots to Whiplash!
HERE COMES JER$EY AND MACK! As they enter the ring, Marion and The Freak exit. Marion walks back up the aisleway, patting his World Title as Yung Mula
check on Whiplash and Kurtis. The Freak grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, takes a swig…
AND BASHES IT OVER THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Marion falls, his face landing square in a discarded nacho cheese container. The Freak smiles as the confused fans look on.
ROB MARTINEZ: CHAOS! CHAOS! This is what happens when MARCUS MARION is the CHAMPION of the WORLD!
COREY TAYLOR: That sip of beer really affected The Freak!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know who is on who’s side now, but I know this, we have a new world champion and a new era has begun in REBEL Pro Wrestling. I also
know that, despite that bitter ending, that match was incredible!
COREY TAYLOR: Damn straight. Can I go home now?
ROB MARTINEZ: Please.
COREY TAYLOR: Can I have a ride?
ROB MARTINEZ: (sighing) Again? I thought you fixed your car?
COREY TAYLOR: I bet it that Marion would defeat Kurtis in under thirty minutes.
ROB MARTINEZ: Geez… well, this is Rob Martinez. For Corey Taylor, have a good night and see you next week!