Danger Zone 2011

*****Welcome To The Danger Zone!*****

The REBEL Pro logo flashes over the screen, followed by the AoWF emblem. We can hear the fans screaming and cheering. “In The Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins begins to play over the arena speakers, as a great veil is dropped off to reveal the new REBELTron at the head of the entrance ramp.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Pyros shoot off from the top of the arena here in Maine and the fans go nuts as they whistle towards the entrance ramp, and explode upwards in Red, White and Blue with thunderous roars from the crowd!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome everyone, as we kick off the REBEL Pro National Tour here in Orono, Maine! I’m Mikey Massacre! With the new ownership, it seems Bubba’s been thrown back into action folks! And so in the mean time, until a permanent replacement can be found for Bubba… So until then we’ll be having celebrity guest co-announcers! Sadly….

RAYN: That’s right! I’m baaaaaaaack! And who’d have thought, right here next to you to shoot the shit in REBEL Pro?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m glad you’re temporary.

RAYN: I have a habit of getting fired within the first week, anyways. But you’ll be missing me when you have Justin Bieber as your co-announcer next week.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And just when we thought we were safe from Simon…

RAYN: You should’ve known, this night? Everyone’s stepping into the DANGER ZONE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, yeah. It’s a danger zone with you sitting next to me, a danger zone for our ratings as the national tour begins.

RAYN: I think you’re swell, too, Mikey!

*****Bobby Lee versus Matthew Kurtis*****

DING DING

Collar and elbow, big Matthew getting the obvious advantage here backs Bobby Lee into the corner. Matthew fires a right fist into Lee’s face, but for once something changes in Bobby Lee’s demeanor. Bobby Lee jumps up nailing Matthew with a huge uppercut. The confident Matthew falling backwards from the onslaught from Bobby Lee, perhaps more surprised than anything else. Lee with a fifth straight right hand, seems to realize what he is doing and nods to himself. Bobby Lee with a roll and kip up to nail Matthew with a headbutt into his midsection. A DDT quickly follows and Bobby Lee is on a roll. He jumps to his feet, yelling and clapping until he climbs up top, perching there on the top turnbuckle waiting for Matthew to get back up. The biggest Kurtis gets up to his feet, anger filling his eyes and face. Missile dropkick, but Matthew dodges catching Bobby Lee. Matthew lifts Bobby Lee up, time for the powerbomb! Bobby Lee counters with a sort of DDT into a roll up!

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DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee!
Bobby Lee quickly rushes over to Jenny and whispers in her ear worriedly.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIILL Rebel Pro Curtain Jerker Champion… Bobby Lee!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I think this is a seriously shocking upset!

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RAYN: Are you kidding me? Bobby Lee is one step closer to dethroning Lisa Seldon!

Bobby Lee seems to breathe a sigh of relief before picking up his championship belt.

*****So-Many Victims, So-Little Time!*****

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In the professional wrestling system, hardcore based matches are considered especially heinous. In Rebel Pro Wrestling, the dedicated wrestlers who put their careers on the line every week are part of an elite group known as the So-Many Victims Unit. These are their stories.
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*Previously recorded*

Violet – Hey, do you think we should have the beginning of this video be a mock version of the beginning of Law and Order: SVU?
-the scene opens up to daytime Orono, Maine. violet is in a downtown area, talking to her camera man about what you just saw. did we just go there? yes, we did. she’s in a tight black skirt and black heels, with a lovely teal blouse on. she’s looking professional, and yet kind of slutty. oh come on, you’re not complaining. she has a microphone and she approaches an older man probably in his 50s and probably hasn’t been this close to a hot girl since the last time he went to the strip club.-

Violet – Sir! Sir!
-violet chases the man down, who seems startled.-

Violet – I’m from Rebel Pro Wrestling and we are here doing a survey of just how hardcore this community of yours is!
Old Man – Hardcore?
Violet – Yes sir. We here at Rebel Pro love bashing each other with all kinds of objects and spraying the crowd with our blood! Are you a fan of wrestling, sir?

Old Man – Uh… no.
Violet – Are you a fan of fighting in general?

Old Man – No, I’m a pacifist.
Violet – You’re a what? A pansy?
Old Man – No, a pacifist.

Violet – Oh. Well with you being a pansy and all, you’re not going to really help our survey. Sorry to bother you and have a blessed day!

-the old man looks confused, but walks away. violet strolls down more of main street, and gets in the face of a lady and her baby.-

Violet – Ma’am!
-violet screams at the lady, who’s probably in her early 30s. she has an adorable baby girl, however, who violet can’t stop looking at.-

Violet – Your girl is so cute!

Early 30s Woman – Thank you!

Violet – Ma’am, I was wondering if you were a fan of wrestling at all.

Early 30s Woman – No, but my husband is. In fact, you look very familiar.

Violet – Oh I do? Well I happen to be one of Rebel Pro Wrestling’s newest and most exciting talents!
-she poses for the woman.-

Early 30s Woman – Yeah, I’ve also seen your pictures on my husband’s computer. I think I’ll be going now.

-she gives violet a mean look and then walks past her with her stroller and baby. violet looks sad.-

Violet – What a waste. So far we have old men that are pacifists and jealous-ridden mothers. What were they thinking about starting their national tour here?

-the camera man laughs, but violet doesn’t find it amusing. they continue to walk and violet spots a boy about her age walking out of a barber shop. clean cut and probably going to watch Danger Zone tonight, indeed!-
Violet – Excuse me!

-the young man turns to show his face and violet stops suddenly.-

Violet – Guy? What are you doing here?

Guy – Violet, I told you I was getting a haircut. What are you doing?

Violet – Trying to figure out why the hell we’re doing Danger Zone here. This place is hot garbage, Guy! Some old man told me he was a pansy and didn’t like fighting, and some woman told me her husband has pictures of me on his computer and she wouldn’t do my survey. This is tough stuff, Guy.
-guy lets out a laugh, a little bewildered by his girlfriend’s activities.-

Guy – Well, I’m going back to the hotel. Are you coming?

Violet – Soon, sweetie. I need to get ahold of at least one fan here! For Rebel’s sake!

-guy shakes his head and gives violet a kiss on the cheek. he disappears around the corner, heading for the hotel. violet and her camera man continue the search!-

Camera Man – Isn’t this a lot like Jay Leno’s Jaywalking?

Violet – No, you idiot. It’s nothing like it. We aren’t poking fun at America’s lack of intelligence; we’re just trying to find wrestling fans! It’s not even close to the same.

Camera Man – Hey! I’m not an idiot.
Violet – Whatever. Let’s go talk to this guy over here.

-violet and camera man approach a rather tall, broad-shouldered man with a bald head. he turns around, and we breathe a sigh of relief that it’s not bubba j. however, it looks like bubba j minus some teeth, a terrible bout of acne, and a glass eye. but what makes it better? he’s wearing a “Bubba J’s #1 Fan” t-shirt.-

Violet – Good Lord…

Camera Man – I think you got what you were looking for.

Missing Teeth Man – Can I help yew?
-violet tries to crack a smile, but it’s…it’s like someone sucking a lemon for the first time and trying to pass it off as enjoyment.-
Violet – Sir, I’m from Rebel Pro Wrestling and I –

Missing Teeth Man – Well I’ll be! You’re dat Violet Happer!

Violet – Harper, sir.

Missing Teeth Man – That’s what I’m sayin’! Happer! Girl, you are a tough son of a gun but yew don’t stand a chance against mah boy Bubba J.

Violet – What makes you so sure about that?

Missing Teeth Man – I been followin’ his career for a long time now, over tha internet and the television. He is the

toughest of the tough and he’s gonna beat yer skinny ass all over Oreo tonight.
Violet – You mean Orono?

Missing Teeth Man – Yes ma’am! I flew in from Georgia today to see his fight! Bubba J back in Rebel, it’s gonna be awesome!

Violet – You know how to use the internet AND ride on an airplane? I’m impressed sir, but I believe I stand a good chance at defeating your favorite superstar. Perhaps you’ll grow to love me as your new favorite superstar.

Missing Teeth Man – Well you got a purty mouth there Violet. I reckon I might.

-the man takes a few steps toward her, flashing his gruesome teeth. gross. violet backs away.-

Violet – Well we’ve got other people to interview! Toodles!
-violet and camera man scurry away and the bald-headed redneck who isn’t bubba j goes back to whatever he was doing.-

Violet – That was close.

Camera Man – Yes it was. Maybe you should just stick to wrestling.

Violet – Good point. I have to say I’m baffled that whoever launched this national tour for RPW picked this stupid place. The only real wrestling fans are the dumb rednecks who followed us here.

Camera Man – Probably should have went to Vegas. They love this shit there.

Violet – Yes! Good point Camera Man. I will bring this matter to the right people.

Camera Man – What people?
Violet – I don’t know. I will find out tonight though!

Camera Man – Hey, I think my battery is dy—

-the video cuts. the battery died. we go back to ringside.-

*****Marina Blue & Emily Corlen vs. Jaice Wilds & Kris Klondike*****

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All four competitors in the ring as we fade back to ringside, and all four of them seem to be eyeing each other- even their tag partners.

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DING DING

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Emily and Marina Blue go for a double clothesline against Jaice and Kris but they duck it. Jaice grabs Kris and whips him towards Marina Blue. Kris lifts off his feet and lands a shoulder block to Marina’s head that sends them both flipping over the top rope and onto the outside. Jaice comes at Corlen but Corlen side steps him, grabs him by his head and slams his face into the canvas. Emily begins banging Jaice’s face against the canvas repeatedly until Wilds slips out of her grip on his head, and rolls away. On the outside Kris is attempting to dominate Marina Blue but she’s proving to be slicker than KY Jelly, avoiding his lefts and rights.

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RAYN: Man I’d love me a piece of Blue.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: You and everyone else.

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Jaice jumps onto Corlen’s back and flips over slamming her to the canvas with a hurricanrana! On the outside Kris Klondike grabs a chair and takes a swing at Marina Blue! He cracks her across the head and takes her down to the ground

and begins smashing the chair into her body as she rolls around in a foetal position to protect herself. Jaice Wilds lifts Emily Corlen up off the canvas and hit’s a spinning neck breaker flush, going for the first cover.

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KICK OUT!

MIKEY MASSCRE: Corlen’s not going down that easily.

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RAYN: Mmmhmm, I wish she’d go down that easily. If you get my meaning.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No, I don’t.

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RAYN: I mean give oral sex.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I was being sarcastic.

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Jaice smacks his hands on the canvas as Emily rolls herself onto her shoulders, bringing her legs straight up and snapping a kick while on her back across the back of Jaice’s head, completing a roll. The fans cheer at her athleticism but Kris Klondike slides into the ring and tackles Corlen to the ground. Marina Blue on the outside meanwhile, wipes the blood off her face and reaches under the ring, and begins setting up tables on the outside to surround the ring. Jaice Wilds and Klondike double team Emily Corlen, and they both whip her into the corner. She hits with her back, lifts herself up and brings both her feet up as they rush at her. She manages to kick both of them in the head before collapsing back into the corner. Jaice charges her again but she flips him over to top rope and right through one of the tables Marina set up! Kris Klondike catches Corlen off guard though with a belly to back suplex, slamming her to the canvas. But he doesn’t notice Marina Blue on the apron, who then hops onto the top rope and hit’s a springboard bulldog on Klondike! Marina quickly covers, hooking the legs!

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RAYN: I wish she’d hook my leg, if you get what I mean.

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2!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: We get it Rayn, you’re a horn dog.

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THR-KICK OUT!

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Rayn: I find that term offensive. But I will say that the way Marina’s blood glistens off her breasts in the spotlight of the arena lights is sensual.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear god, we’re airing nationally and the first show is going to see REBEL Pro sued for sexism.

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Jaice gets himself up out of the wreckage of the table he was thrown through. Klondike meanwhile rolls Marina Blue up, out of no where!

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2!!

THRE-BREAK!

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Emily Corlen kicks Klondike in the head to get him off of Marina Blue while Jaice devilishly begins wrapping himself in barbed wire he got from under the ring.

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RAYN: You see that? She got him off.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I think I’d be more concerned with what Jaice is thinking, wrapping his whole torso in barbed wire. That’ll hurt himself too.

Wild hops back up onto the apron, and then hops onto the top rope and springboards himself off with a body splash that catches Marina Blue. He wraps himself around her while Kris Klondike hits an implant DDT on Emily Corlen. They’re all down, but Jaice lifts Marina up. And just as Jaice takes Marina over the top rope, she wraps her legs around him and takes him over with her through another table! They crash through, both broken messes. Kris Klondike gets to his feet and turns around only to be met with a recovered Emily Corlen and THE CATALYST! Emily Corlen covers!

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3!!!

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DING DING DING

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JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match… Marina Blue and Emily Corlen!

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Corlen celebrates in the ring, sliding out and helping Marina up and they both raise each others arms. But she leaves the bloody Marina Blue behind as she makes her way up the ramp, her arms raised in victory. Jaice Wilds isn’t too happy about this and he picks up the chair he used on Marina. He slides into the ring as Kris Klondike gets to his feet and smashes the chair over his head, throwing it aside and shaking his head.

*****Barbed Wire and Lipstick!*****

We fade backstage and we finally get to see the totally cool new General Manager of REBEL Pro, Jeremy Gold sitting at his desk. His chair is turned around and he stares up at the two framed portraits behind him on the wall. One is of Larry Gordon, the other is of Simon Kalis.

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JEREMY GOLD: I hope I can make you guys proud!

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Gold spins around in his chair to face the camera.

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JEREMY GOLD: Have any of you seen Lisa Seldon around here?

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The cameramen shrug, no.

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JEREMY GOLD: What’s a kickoff to a huge national tour without our World Champion?! Who does this bitch think she is!

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Gold seems brave, picking up his phone. He seems to dial a number, obviously and waits.

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JEREMY GOLD: Yes, hi! Lisa! It’s Jeremy Gold.

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He pauses.

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JEREMY GOLD: Uhh… I’m the new General Manager of Rebel Pro! You do realize we have a big pay per view tonight, don’t you?

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Gold listens intently, but then his eyes widen.

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JEREMY GOLD: Well no! I kind of figure at a show like this we need our World Champion!

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He pauses again, and suddenly whimpers slightly.

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JEREMY GOLD: Your foot?

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He bites his bottom lip.

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JEREMY GOLD: My face?!

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He rubs his face, his jaw straining.

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JEREMY GOLD: Barbed wire and lipstick?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! I’m not gonna wear lipstick!

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He begins a full on whimper, breathing heavily as his eyes water.

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JEREMY GOLD: Oh… Uhhh, that DOES sound painful actually.

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He begins to cry.

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JEREMY GOLD: No no no… It’s okay, really! Have a good time! We’ll uhm, see you next week then! BYE!

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He puts the phone down, and bursts into tears while clutching his chest. He opens his top desk drawer and pulls out an inhaler for his asthma and a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes. He takes a big inhale for his asthma inhaler, dropping it as his hands shake. He quickly takes a chug of his Jack Daniels and then lights a cigarette.

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JEREMY GOLD: She’s such a nice lady… I’ll show that bitch!

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He breaks down, looking up skyward.

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JEREMY GOLD: Jesus protect me! Allah watch over me! Yahweh don’t forget me! Krishna bless me! Oh my god!

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His hand shakes as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

JEREMY GOLD: And Tom Cruise, bring John Travolta and please bring a jet and save me!

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We fade to ringside…

*****Bubba J vs. Violet Harper*****

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DING DING
Bubba J fires a wild right hand, Violet ducking under to connect with an uppercut right to the Redneck’s chin that sends him stumbling back. Bubba J comes off the ropes with a clothesline, but Violet again counters, this time with a drop toe hold and Bubba J is planted face first on the canvas. Bubba J smiles as he rolls over connecting with a right fist to her pretty face knocking her off of him. Bubba J fires a second right that sends her getting up to her feet. Bubba J on his feet, catching the charging Violet with a back body onto the canvas. Bubba J rolls out of the ring and begins to dig under the ring for something; he’s tired of this wrestling crap already.

He comes out with a spool of barbed wire and a bottle of Jack? Anyways he tosses it into the ring, as Violet slides out beside him; pulling stuff out from under the ring as well. Staple gun, bottles, kendo stick, fake leg? Violet holds up thumbtacks for the crowd’s huge pop as Bubba J comes out from under the ring with a cheese grater that he shows to Violet then mimicks dragging it across her face. Violet and Bubba J pull out a table that brings a huge yell from the crowd; the two look back in and nod before crawling back in. A steel chair comes hurdling in from the crowd landing between Violet and Bubba J. Violet picks up the chair, Bubba J the kendo stick. They come together, the chair winning out over the stick, but Bubba J jabs it in under her defense catching her in the midsection. Bubba J brings it down across her back before golfing it into her throat. Whip off the ropes and Violet is sent running, right into a chair smash from Bubba J that spins her around, but she doesn’t go down. Bubba J charges with both fists flying, Violet with a kick to the midsection and a swinging neckbreaker takes him down.
Violet pulls herself up, setting up the wood table and tossing the thumbtacks all over the ring for added pain and crowd pop. Bubba J begins to get back up to his feet, Violet pushing several of the tacks into his cheeks, just because she can right now.Violet places Bubba J on the top turnbuckle, climbing up beside him and setting him up for a top rope bulldog.

Mikey Massacre: Look at that balance!

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Rayn: Look at that ass!

Violet leaps off, sending Bubba J’s face through the table covered in tacks, him rolling around and gathering in more tacks. Bubba J back up to his feet, because he is tough and because it is instinct. Violet with a roundhouse kick, but the temporarily blind Bubba J manages to somehow catch the foot, driving her face down into some thumbtacks as well as he locks on some sort of leg lock. He’s not sure how to do it exactly, so the actual name isn’t know, but Violet gets out of it easily enough with a twist. She fires a foot into his face, but he’s no longer blinded and dodges the kick expertly. Bubba J comes down with rights and rights, with a few lefts thrown in for variety. Violet rolls him over pounding away on his face with a series of rights and lefts, her’s are more evenly numbered.

Bubba J rolls over again, a cheese grater in his hand and drags it across her face; Violet grunting in pain as the kitchen utensil draws blood from her cheek and chin. Bubba J looks down and laughs, but Violet brings a knee up into his crotch, causing him to gag vigorously from the pain and sudden nausea. He rolls off, holding his balls, and I don’t mean on the outside. Violet gets up to her feet, swigging a shot of Jack Daniels before tossing the bottle down lightly and picking up the empty beer bottle.

Violet brings the bottle down on Bubba J’s face, smashing the bottle and his nose in the process. Bubba J is bleeding from the broken nose as well as his split lip, but he is still trying to get up. Violet brings him up to his feet, firing chop after chop into his chest and throat, with about every third shot being a right fist into his face. Violet digs the tacks in more and more, causing more pain and light trickles of blood to come trickling down from the tiny puncture wounds. Bubba J fires a nut shot to Violet, sending his sweaty nut juice right into her face that causes her to gag as well. Bubba J applies a wicked tongue lock, holding her tongue between his thumb and forefinger that has all of his nut sweat all over it. Violet gags even more and is on the verge of losing her stomach contents when Bubba J releases the first ever tongue lock in Rebel Pro for a knee to the face and a DDT onto the steel chair. Bubba J rolls over, coming up with the staple gun and begins to staple Violet’s head with the staples.

Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk

Bubba J’s going wild with the staple gun, all over her head, back and into her cheeks as well, the blood is really starting to flow here in this hardcore battle on Danger Zone. Bubba J lifts her up firing forearms into her staple covered chest and face before lifting her up onto the top turnbuckle for some big move that has never paid off for Bubba J. He climbs up, hooking her in a front facelock; going for a superplex. Violet counters by shoving him and Bubba J is crotched on the top rope, dangling there holding at his wounded nut sack once again in this match. Violet hops down, causing the top rope to move up and down and increasing the pain ten fold on the Ragin’ Redneck. Violet off the ropes with a steel chair goes flying through the air, using the chair like a shield, slamming into Bubba J with tremendous force. Bubba J and Violet go flying out of the ring and near the entrance way where Violet begins to pummel Bubba J with fists of fury and knees into his rib cage. Bubba J rolls over firing weakened rights and lefts as his nuts are still hurting big time. Violet with a twist gets him onto his front and applies a pocketbook strap chokehold onto the former two time Rebel Pro World Champion. Bubba J manages to sling her off before getting back up to his feet, wobbling near the railing. Violet comes with a spear, but Bubba J falls out of the way; not on purpose but just falls out of the way. Violet speaers the railing head and shoulder connecting solidly with the immoveable railing.

Bubba J slowly pulls himself up, bloody and exhausted; not to mention his recent health rumors adding to it. Violet rolls over, her back to Bubba J as she gets up as well. They come together with a collar and elbow in the entrance way, but Bubba J with a quick knee doubles Violet over and a DDT plants her on the concrete for good measure. Bubba J mounts her with rights and lefts before snatching a beer bottle from a fan. Bubba J drains the bottle before smashing it into Violet’s face, shattering both it and her nose for good measure. Bubba J lifts her up, dragging her back to the ring by her hair. Violet grabs the ring steps, clocking him in the back of the skull with the top part of the step causing him to drop her like a bad habit. Bubba J stumbles, Violet tripping him up causing his chin to make solid contact with the apron. Violet lifts the step up onto her shoulder and is on the top turnbuckle quickly. Bubba J is beginning to roll off, cause he’s out cold, and Violet leaps driving the step onto the back of his skull in some sort of curb stomp move. Violet rolls the unconscious Bubba J into the ring where she makes the first cover of the match.

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DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Violet Harper!

Bubba J isn’t moving inside the ring, but then again Violet is barely moving as well.

Mikey Massacre: Damn what a battle! Now’s your chance for some Violet love, Rayn!

Rayn: Hey! I’ve got SOME respect, you know!

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Mikey Massacre: You look like David Blazenwing. Your point is invalid.

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Rayn: Hey he looks like me, god damn it!

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Mikey Massacre: Either way? This is a HUGE victory for Violet Harper, and this young lady is definitely on her way up here in REBEL Pro!

Violet gets up, thanks to the assistance of the ropes, as does Bubba J. Bubba J’s eyes don’t look entirely here, one pupil dilated slightly. Bubba J steps out of the ring, wobbling from side to side as he heads backstage as Violet’s music plays over the speakers.

*****Vincent Black versus Chad Kurtis*****

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits and “The Show” Chad Kurtis steps out, tilting his head back his hood falls off his head and he raises his arms. The new pyros systems shoot off, sounding like missiles before exploding all around the arena ceiling and the fans cheer and yell. Kurtis makes his way to the ring throwing off his hoody and sliding into the ring, displaying himself in all his glory.

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JENNY JERSEY: He is “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

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The crowd continues to cheer until “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits. The words “EXTREME ELITE” appear over the REBELTron and the fans immediately begin a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Standing in at 6’11 inches tall.

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Vincent Black begins walking down to the ring, and he too raises his arms high in the air as the fans boo at him and throw garbage his way.

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JENNY JERSEY: Representing the EXTREME ELITE!!! He is… VINCENT BLACK!

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Black climbs the steel steps, and enters the ring over the top rope. Kurtis steps forward getting right into his face, fearless as he looks up and the two men exchange a few words.

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RAYN: It’s like Black towers over most of the competition.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: This is why he is so successful, and so feared. His power is literally awe-some.

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RAYN: I wouldn’t count Chad out though. This guy’s a damn living legend.

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DING DING

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Kurtis with a quick left! Kurtis with a quick right, Black barely moves and absorbs the blows with ease. Kurtis bounces off the ropes and comes back with a spinning heel kick to Vincent Black’s face but Black merely bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Kurtis to the canvas hard. He grabs a hold of Kurtis and lifts him back up by the neck. He lifts him for a choke slam but Kurtis kicks his way out of it and hops onto the top rope, off of it and hit’s a springboard drop kick that catches Black hard in the face.

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RAYN: Kurtis showing us that speed can kill power.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: You didn’t want to count Chad out, I wouldn’t count Black out either.

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RAYN: And that folks, is what you call a BACK FIRE! Hah!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: At least the alcohol will sterilize the open cut?

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Kurtis stumbles around and begins bleeding as Black chucks the broken half of his beer bottle away. As Kurtis turns to face Vincent again, Black starts his assault with a vicious knife edge chop, then another! One more! Black wraps his hand around Chad’s neck and lifts him HIGH into the air. Black has the audacity to climb to the middle rope, with Kurtis still dangling by the neck. Black gives Chad one more heave up and then choke slams him from the middle rope to the outside of the ring! Kurtis’ head smashes up off the barricade separating the fans from the action and the crowd is stunned at Black’s visceral attacks! Kurtis struggles to his feet and…

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Holy shit, no way. NO WAY is he thinking what it looks like he’s thinking.

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RAYN: White men CAN jump, Mikey.

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Black climbs up to the top turnbuckle, trying vicariously to balance himself as Kurtis gets to his feet finally, being patted by fans at ringside. Black comes flying off with a double axe handle smash BUT Kurtis jumps out of the way! Black smashes his hands against the same barricade Kurt’s face met. Kurtis quickly asks a fan to get up and hand him his chair. Kurtis with the chair now smacks the side of it against Black’s head! Black stumbles back, Kurtis swing sit and bashes it into Black’s face. Once! Twice! Thrice! Vincent Black just won’t go down!

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RAYN: Did a fan just interfere? Isn’t that illegal kind of?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Silly Rayn. This is REBEL Pro!

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A fourth chair shot finally brings Black down to the ground, the chair itself wrapped around his head. Kurtis wipes his own

blood off his face and then takes a few steps back. He runs forward, hopping onto the ring apron and then spring boarding himself off the apron and hits Prime Time Splash! The crowd goes NUTS and Kurtis gets to his feet, taking a moment to put his arms out and smile for the crowd who’s snapping up pictures. Kurtis lifts Black up by the neck, straining. But he throws Black into the ring, sliding in after him and then covering him.

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KICK OUT!

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Kurtis sits up, breathing heavily in disbelief. Black is bleeding now too but he quickly chops Kurtis in the neck. Chad falls over, coughing and holding his throat. Black is to his feet now and he picks Kurtis up by the neck off the canvas with one hand. Black whips Kurtis into the ropes and puts out a big boot, catching The Show straight in the face! Black now drops to his knees, a lateral press pin.

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RAYN: Is “The Show” over?!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: A venerable black out!

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KICK OUT!

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The crowd cheers loudly for “The Show” Chad Kurtis, and Black scoffs at them as he sits up. Black gets to his feet, lifting Kurtis with him. He shoves Kurtis between his legs to go for his finisher but Kurtis wiggles free and pushes himself out, out of nowhere smashing his elbow against Black’s face forcing him back. Chad Kurtis goes for another springboard dropkick but instead Vincent Black catches him and hit’s The New Hope! The crowd BOOS incredibly loudly, as Black gets to his feet, looking down at the seemingly defeated Chad Kurtis. He laughs at the booing crowd and stomps down Kurtis’ chest, putting one foot over The Show as his cover.

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THR-KICK OUT!

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RAYN: He should’ve covered him properly, he’d have probably won.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Thanks, I don’t think we realized that Rayn.

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RAYN: It’s why I’m here, Mikey.

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Black looks down and goes to stomp down on Kurtis’ neck but Kurtis rolls out of the way and onto the apron. He springboards himself off and goes for a body splash at Black but Black catches him! Kurtis wiggles free, CK FINALE ON VINCENT BLACK! Chad quickly covers, pressing his full weight against Black to hold him down!

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DING DING DING

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JENNY JERSEY: The winner by pinfall… “THE SHOW”…. CHAD KURTIS!!!!

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RAYN: I don’t think this is over, man.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Not by a long shot!

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A brawl erupts between the two as they get to their feet, lefts and rights being exchanged heavily. The back and forth in the ring continues, but now both Black and Kurtis breathe heavily in their corners and wipe the blood from their faces. Just when it seems they’re ready to go back at each other, pyros set off from all four corners of the ring and “I’m A Boss” by Rick Ross begins to play. Vincent Black and Chad Kurtis turn their attention to the entrance ramp. Jeremy Gold steps out, dressed in a fine Armani suit. The crowd applauds him as he steps out with swagger, brushing off his shoulders.

JEREMY GOLD: You know, as much as we’d all love to see you two assholes keep kicking each other in the face and stuff.

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The crowd cheers, Chad Kurtis raises his arm in the air and waves to them. Black scoffs, and fans boo him.

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JEREMY GOLD: I was sitting back stage, the dick that I am, and I thought… Wouldn’t it be funny if I fucked with you guys?

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Black turns to Kurtis, who turns to him.

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JEREMY GOLD: So I figure if you guys love fighting each other so much, making you guys beat each other to death is too easy. And really, you both fought awesome and hard. And then I was thinking? You know what else was awesome? Marina Blue and Emily Corlen teaming with each other, cause who doesn’t love two hot, sweaty chicks with their boobs bouncing around. Am I right?!

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The crowd cheers.

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JEREMY GOLD: So here’s the deal, gentlemen. Next week? Marina Blue and Emily Corlen will team up one more time… And their opponents? Vincent Black! AND CHAD KURTIS!

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The crowd CHEERS and Black and Kurtis look at each other, still bleeding and all, in shock.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No way!

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RAYN: Man he’s high again.

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Gold paces back and forth on the entrance ramp, smiling.

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JEREMY GOLD: That’s not the best part! See I like all four of you. So here’s the deal. In two weeks, the winning team of either Marina and Emily, or Vincent and Chad… Will face each other, one on one, in a cage match… FOR THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TROPHY!!!!

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Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s bringing back the Number One Contenders Trophy?!

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RAYN: Scratch that. He’s also drunk!

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JEREMY GOLD: Then you guys can kick the shit out of each other all you want.

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“I’m A Boss” hits again as Gold drops the microphone and blows kisses to Black and Kurtis, who stare each other down as we fade…

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*****The Golden Era*****

On the REBELTron, we see Gold’s back in his office, his feet

up on is desk and a huge grin over his face. Marvin Humperdink steps in with a camera crew behind him.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: Hey, sir. I was told you wished to see me?

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JEREMY GOLD: Have a seat!

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Marvin nods and takes a seat across Gold, who moves his feet of his desk and stares across at Marvin.

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JEREMY GOLD: When I was given this job, to become the General Manager of REBEL Pro I was asked a few things you know dude? With Larry Gordon getting rested up, and what I thought would be Simon competing in the PWA and not in a psych ward… I was given charge. And I was also given joint access to Simon Kalis’ bank accounts, and thus his small fortune so I could use his money to invest into REBEL Pro. So the first thing I was asked by Simon was not to spend all his money on drugs.

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Gold shrugs.

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JEREMY GOLD: The second was to get a big massive Tron for REBEL Pro like our competition in the AoWF has, and I did that. He said get people pyro cause fans love big explosions and fireworks inside a small space. So I did that too. But the reason I asked you here, was to tell you there was one other change he wanted me to make.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: And what’s that?

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JEREMY GOLD: He said people love REBEL Pro because it’s true to the nature of mankind, purely violent and driven by sex and blood lust. And we can’t really force Lisa Seldon to fight Emily Corlen and Marina Blue in a Bra and Panties Dildo match…

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Gold pauses, rubbing his chin.

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JEREMY GOLD: As awesome as that’d be? We can’t. But what we can do is, especially as REBEL Pro hit’s the national stage, we gotta show the country and the world how we do things in REBEL Pro. And I guess the reason I’m jabbering on and on like this is because while we’ve been talking and the arena lights dimmed, and I’ve had our ring crew redo the ring.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: What? Why’s that?

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JEREMY GOLD: Because as Simon told me before he kicked me in the chest into a swimming pool. This… Is REBEL Pro! Jimmy, turn on the lights in the arena!

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The arena lights turn on and the fans go NUTS when they see the newly remodelled ring.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ve gotta be kidding me.

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RAYN: I knew he’d do that! HAH!

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The camera shows the ring, and it seems almost exactly the same. Except the middle rope is now thick intertwining barbed wire.

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JEREMY GOLD: We at REBEL Pro set the standard on what it is to have your ass handed to you on a bloody silver platter. We set the standard on what is to be tough and what it is to sacrifice it all for glory in the ring. This is REBEL Pro baby!

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: You’re reading off a script Simon Kalis wrote, aren’t you?

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JEREMY GOLD: That’s besides the point. There is ONE more thing though….

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The REBEL Pro logo, AoWF logo and Magee Network logo all flash over the REBELTron.

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JEREMY GOLD: REBEL Pro presents! MONDAY NIGHT AGGRESSION! That’s right folks! Our new nation wide TV deal, puts us in a Monday night time slot. Big things, folks. Big things!

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: But wait… Doesn’t that put REBEL Pro in DIRECT competition with BWF’s Monday Night Havok?

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JEREMY GOLD: Yep.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: But why?

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JEREMY GOLD: Oh…. Simon made a note of that on this paper here.

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Gold clears his throat

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JEREMY GOLD: Because fuck David Blazenwing, that’s why! Since the AoWF Expansion, we’ve seen a lot of inter-promotional matches between the big four. But if we’re gonna show the world why REBEL Pro is on the rise, we need to take the fight to the world. And what better way… Than a good old fashioned ratings war?!

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: So you’re saying you explicitly plan to go head to head with BWF Havok?

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JEREMY GOLD: Don’t fuck with REBEL Pro, is what I’m saying Marvin.

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Gold leans back, smirking as he sips some Red Bull as we fade to ringside….

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*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Justin Case versus Hostile©*****

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DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship!

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The cameras pan the cheering crowd, before the lights dim and lights like lasers begin flashing across the arena. “Victory” by Puff Daddy hits.

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JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger!

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“The Millennium Game” Justin Case steps out, swaggering out as the spotlight shines solely on him. Hugh Ardone and Russ Silverman step out behind him.

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JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied to the ring by Hugh Ardone and Russ Silverman, he hails from Edmonton, Alberta Canada… He is “The Millennium Game” JUSTIN CASE!

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Justin Case runs up the steel steps, and hit’s a few poses for the fans who give him a mixed reaction. Suddenly “Walk Away” by 5 Finger Death Punch hits and Justin Case turns his attention to the entrance ramp.

RAYN: Didn’t Hostile say that Russ Silverman is a fraud and a phony?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: That he did, but he’s out here now with Justin Case. One of them is lying.

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Hostile steps out from backstage, tilts his head to the side and raises his arms in the air. Pyros explode off at either side of him towards the arena ceiling and the crowd serenades Hostile in boos.

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JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Jersey City, New Jersey! He is your REBEL Pro Aggression CHAMPION…. Representing the Extreme Elite! HOSTILE!!!

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Hostile makes his way down the ring, circling and passing by Hugh Ardone who grips his cane and Russ Silverman who scoffs at him. Justin Case keeps an eye on Hostile who hands off his title to the referee.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: The moment everyone’s been waiting for. After their vicious exchange with each other, Justin Case is looking to once again hold REBEL gold.

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RAYN: And Hostile’s looking to keep it. My brother Simon Kalis fought both Hostile and Justin Case one on one, and he didn’t admit it publicly but he thinks these guys are incredible competitors.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Absolutely.

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DING DING

Hostile and Justin Case lock horns in the middle of the ring, a power struggle ensues between the two. Hostile whips Justin into the ropes and as Case comes back Hostile leaps off his face and takes Case down with a flying shoulder to the head. Justin Case rolls and goes with it, getting back to his feet. Hostile is relentless as he begins throwing quick lefts and rights into Justin Case. Justin takes a few hits but then side steps the next one, grappling onto Hostile and hitting a vicious snap suplex that takes him down. Both men are up quickly and Justin Case follows it up with a hip toss that sends Hostile back to the canvas. But Hostile will not stay down.

RAYN: Hostile’s got the mindset and build of a champion. He’s not going to be taken down with these soft moves.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Of course not, Justin Case isn’t as dumb as Hostile tried to say he was. This is a part of a longer term strategy.

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Hostile and Justin Case lock horns once again, each trying to crush the other in brute power and strength as they push down on one another. Justin Case winks and stops pushing back, and all of Hostile’s pressure throws him forward. Justin Case falls, rolls and flips Hostile into the corner turnbuckle. Hostile catches himself however, and as he turns around Justin Case hits him with a European uppercut, then a kick to the gut and an impact DDT that reverberates throughout the ring.

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RAYN: You see that? They’ve both got some small lacerations from bouncing off the ropes.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: The REBEL Pro ring itself has been turned into a death trap, so you gotta wonder what’ll beat you first? Your opponent? Or the wear and tear from those barbed wire that replaced the middle ropes?

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Justin Case goes to the top rope and balances himself as Hostile begins getting to his feet. Before Justin Case can come off, Hostile literally leaps forward and grabs a hold of him while Case is still standing on the top rope and falls back with The Garden State, a vicious DDT! Hostile ravages Justin Case, applying an STF now on The Millennium Game and showing his technical ability. Justin Case yells that he won’t give up as Hostile continues to apply excessive pressure with the STF.

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RAYN: Wasn’t expecting that. I thought REBEL Pro was full of people who just bashed shit on each other’s heads.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s an over simplification, Rayn. These guys have as much if not more talent than anyone out there.

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Hostile decides to let go of the hold and roll out of the ring, a devilish smirk on his face.

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RAYN: Oh here we go!

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Russ Silverman and Hugh Aredone smack the ring from outside telling Justin Case to get up as Hostile grabs a chair and a barbed wire wrapped bat from under the ring.

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RAYN: Do you guys pay someone to throw all kinds of random shit under the ring for people to use?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s a southern touch, Rayn. You wouldn’t understand.

Hostile rolls into the ring with the chair and barbed wire bat but Justin Case slides out. Justin Case searches under the ring and pulls out a chair and a regular baseball bat himself. Russ Silverman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a canister of lighter fluid and begins pouring it all over the bat Justin Case has, while Hostile bangs his barbed wire bat against the chair in the ring. Hugh Aredone lights the bat and the flames whoosh up and cover almost the entire bat.

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RAYN: Jesus Christ.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh yeah.

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Justin Case slides into the ring with his flaming bat in one hand, the folded chair in the other. Hostile circles him, and now Justin Case is on his feet and circling the ring with Hostile. Both men hold their folded chairs by the handle in the fold, as if they were shields and protecting their upper body with them.

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RAYN: Wait a second. Are these guys using the chairs as shields and the bats as like swords or something?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Only in REBEL Pro, my friend.

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RAYN: Yeah, Gladiators REBEL style.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome to the Danger Zone, folks.

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The two rush forward and bash their chairs against each other. Justin Case holds his flaming bat to Hostile’s face and Hostile pulls himself back so he doesn’t get burned. Hostile steps back and then forward with his chair forward as Justin Case bashes his flaming bat against Hostile’s chair. Hostile falls to one knee, hoisting his chair over his head as Justin Case continues to swing away with the flaming bat. So much lighter fluid was used that flames literally fly off the bat with each strike. Hostile sees his chance and swings his barbed wire bat at Justin Case’s legs, catching him hard in his knee. Justin Case stumbles back trying to stay standing as Hostile gets to his feet and swings his barbed wire bat for Case’s head. Case does what Hostile did and falls to one knee and uses his chair as a shield to protect his face and upper body. Justin Case’s leg is bleeding from where Hostile hit him, but now Case goes for the same move that got him and bashes Hostile in the leg with his flaming bat but he holds it there so the flames can burn. Hostile’s forced to fall back before he’s set on fire.

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RAYN: This is nuts!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say it’s awesome!

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Justin Case is on his feet and swings his flaming bat at Hostile, and Hostile uses his barbed wire bat to stop it. Case kicks Hostile in the gut and then smacks him upside the head with the flaming bat! Hostile hit’s the ground, dropping his chair and barbed wire bat! Justin Case drops his chair and picks up Hostile’s barbed wire bat and goes to town on Hostile! Justin Case alternates with the flaming bat and the barbed wire bat as he bashes them all across Hostile’s body. Hostile tries to cover his face but as Justin Case hits him and tears his flesh with the barbed wire bat, Case then burns the newly cut wounds with the flaming bat. The fans go nuts, loving every second of it!

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RAYN: Hostile does NOT look good right now.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I figure when he gets cut by the barbed wire, the flames that then burn him sterilize the wounds right?

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RAYN: What a positive outlook!

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Case decides to switch it up and gambles on more aerial offence and heads to the top rope, balancing himself on the top far right turnbuckle as he flies off with a frog splash only to be met with the crunched knees of a very pissed off Hostile. Case bounces off, rattled and clutching his ribs. Hostile pulls himself to his feet as Russ Silverman gets up onto the apron and starts yelling at him. Hostile quickly grabs the flaming bat and whips it at Russ Silverman, giving Justin Case some time to recover. Russ ducks the flaming bat and looks behind him to see where it landed but Hostile grabs the barbed wire bat now and as Russ turns around Hostile whacks him across the face, ripping flesh off his face as he falls off the ring apron and hit’s the ground outside.

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RAYN: So much for his high school coach.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: He’ll be feeling that for a while.

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Justin Case gets right behind Hostile and rolls him up!

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THR-KICK OUT!

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Hostile kicks out and he still has the barbed wire bat near him, so he smashes it against the back of Justin Case’s head. He does it again, and again, and again! Justin Case is bleeding everywhere and looks groggy. Hostile chucks the bat aside and covers with a lateral press.

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THR-KICK OUT!

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RAYN: Somewhere, some how… Justin Case had the instinct to kick out.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Same can be said for Hostile after the beating Case put on him with the bats.

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As Case gets to his feet, Hostile’s already ready to go and grabs hold of him. One! Two! Three! Triple German Suplex, each time Hostile aiming to make sure Case landed awkwardly onto the chairs in the ring! Hostile covers again, hooking the legs.

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NO!!! NO!!! JUSTIN CASE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST VERY POSSIBLE MOMENT! Hostile can’t believe it, punching the canvas.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I thought it was over!

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RAYN: We all did.

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Case tries to get himself up and rebound but Hostile with a running punt to the head sends Justin back to the canvas. Justin Case quickly grabs one of the chairs and as Hostile comes at him he bashes the chair into Hostile’s knees. Case to his feet and he smashes the chair down over Hostile’s face. Not once! Not twice! But thrice! Three chair shots and then he drops the chair, grabs hold of Hostile and lays him down with a Fishermans suplex! Case doesn’t go for the cover, instead he goes to the top rope and comes off flying with a shooting star press that dazzles the crowd! Case covers, hooking the legs!

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THREEEEE-KICK OUT! HOSTILE KICKS OUT!

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Justin Case rolls over and breathes heavily, wiping the blood off his face as Hostile wipes the blood off his own. Both men are down and out, and exhausted.

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RAYN: Both men have given it their all, it’s like this was for the World title or something.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Definitely, my hats off to them.

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Case rolls himself back over and covers Hostile again!

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THREE-KICK OUT!

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Hostile kicks out and uses the ropes to pull himself up, wincing as he wraps his hands around the barbed wire middle ropes.

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RAYN: Yeah those are so new I don’t think he remembered they were there.

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Justin Case starts getting to his feet as well. Hostile’s already on the top rope now, gingerly keeping his balance. He stands up and as Case gets to his feet, Hostile flies off with the New Jersey Head Shot! Case is RIGHT back down on the canvas, and Hostile holds his face in pain since he usually does the move to opponents already down and out. Hostile quickly covers now, hooking a leg.

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DING DING DING

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Hostile rolls off Justin Case, breathing heavily.

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JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and STILL REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…. HOSTILE!!!!!!

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Some people boo Hostile, others cheer to sheer violent match Justin Case and Hostile just had. Case rolls out of the ring as Hostile is handed his REBEL Pro Aggression title.

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RAYN: That was an insane match.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And Hostile tightens his grip even further on the Aggression championship.

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Hostile raises the title high in the air, smirking and triumphant but at the entrance ramp stands Violet Harper. He turns to look at her, and she just nods in his direction.

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RAYN: What’s she doing out here?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I can only wager a guess.

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Violet points to Hostile and he throws the Aggression title over his shoulder, taps it and motions her to bring it on.

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RAYN: I think Harper’s making a statement, and Hostile sees it clearly.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll know more, come next week when REBEL Pro Aggression moves to Monday nights!

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We fade with one final shot of Hostile holding the REBEL Pro Aggression title in the air, in triumph.