Hell O Ween 10-1-2010

***Before The Show***
Marina Blue is layed out in her dressing room, her belongings scattered all over the room. Likewise in Blood’s locker room, he is laying in a mess of clothes and papers.

~A video package of multiple things that have happened over the past month build up to this moment of “Hell O Ween”. It is a video package showing all superstars both winning matches and in the cases in which they lost, well it shows that too. It centers on the empty arena over the past two shows and you know that one more is coming up tonight… we fade into the empty arena three hours after the attack on Marina Blue and Blood.

~Megavision~

The shot goes backstage to show Johnny Maverick laying on the ground. But cialis that isn’t all; JT Whiplash, Chad Kurtis, Reaver, Matthew Kurtis and every single Rebel Pro superstar is layed out in their individual dressing rooms. But amazingly, the only two not laying in a pool of their own blood is Marcus Marion and Justin Case.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strange, only Case and Marion are left up and walking…

COREY TAYLOR: They had nothing to do with this! They don’t need to!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have to get right into the action, this live feed isn’t cheap.

We see crew members place a bathtub full of barbed wire right outside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a bathtub barbed wire match, and is set for one fall… introducing first…from Tokyo, Japan… weighing in at 245 pounds… Blood!

“I Get It” by Chevelle plays as Blood makes his way to the ring. He glares out at the lone “fan” sitting on his throne. Phoenix is too busy playing a game on his PSP Go to care.

And his opponent….

“Slip It In” by Black Flag pounds the PA!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in tonight at 123 pounds, she is the Xtreme Porn Goddess….Marina Bluuuuuuuuuue!!!!

Marina runs down the aisle with Ian trailing behind her. He has a large bag hanging from his wheelchair. Blue offers Blood a pre-match handshake and he accepts.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell? Sportsmanship in Rebel Pro? Get this crap outta here!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh don’t worry, things will get much less polite real soon.

The bell rings, and Blood gets the advantage with a hip toss. He follows up with an elbow drop. It’s not enough to keep her down so he takes her down again with a hard lariat. He retreats and as she gets back up, connects with a running knee lift. Blood hits the ropes and bounces back, drilling Marina with a quick spinning kick.

COREY TAYLOR: The whore is getting reamed by Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a good start for Marina, but the match is far from over. It better be, we haven’t even approached the tub yet.

Meanwhile, Ian has rolled on over towards the throne. He reaches over and pulls out a vuvuzela out of the bag.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, what’s Ian doing?

COREY TAYLOR: The World Cup ended months ago. I thought we wouldn’t have to deal with this shit anymore.

Blood whips Blue into the corner. He goes for a big splash, but Marina gets out of the way and he gets nothin but turnbuckle. The porn starlet takes control with a running dropkick. She grabs the supine man’s legs and drops a knee to the groin, undoubtedly the first of several low blows by Blue.

Meanwhile, Ian starts blowing away, with his vuvuzela in the direction of Mr. Robinson, who is understandably upset.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like Ian is ruining The Phoenix’s fun.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey I’m all for that, but he’s making us suffer as well.

Marina misses with a senton and Blood regains control. He pushes her into the corner and delivers a series of chops that would surely cause the audience to “woo” if there was in fact an audience. He follows up driving her face into the mat with a one-handed bulldog. He gets a little revenge by kicking her in the beaver.

COREY TAYLOR: Serves the bitch right. Now someone do that to the cripple.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian has forced The Phoenix from his throne. He wants security to intervene but there’s no law against blowing the vuvuzela, no matter how freaking annoying it is.

Blood send Marina into the ropes, but she grabs on to them. She is right by the bathtub of barbed wire. This is important, because Blood comes charging at her, and is sent out of the ring into that very tub.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My God! Blood has fallen into the bathtub of barbed wire!.

COREY TAYLOR: Well I guess Blood is about to live up to his name.

In a show of both great daring and great foolishness, Marina Blue climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle, and flies off onto Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marina comes crashing on to the pile! That move could take both of them out.

COREY TAYLOR: We should be so lucky. Why doesn’t Robinson just take the fucking horn away? I doubt Ian could put up much of a fight.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I guess if he did that, he’d be interfering in REBEL-Pro action and therefore wouldn’t be able to sue if something bad were to happen to him. Just a guess.

COREY TAYLOR: Well if he won’t, I will.

Corey gets up and goes over to Ian’s chair.

Meanwhile, Marina has rolled off Blood and onto the floor. She is covered in blood (the fluid) but it can’t be told how much is hers. She positions herself and climbs back into the tub. She proceeds to jump up and down on her opponent, pounding him deeper into the wire. She stumbles out of the tub, now obviously cut up herself. She looks at the ref, apparently unsure if she has to pull him out and return him to the ring to win or not.

Corey and Ian have a tug-of-war over the horn, with Taylor managing to get the upper hand. Phoenix returns to his throne and viciously mocks Ian’s handicap.

The ref starts counting as Marina re-enters the ring. Blood isn’t making much of an effort to escape the tub.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I think this one is just about over.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see how I totally pwned Ian over there? He used to be a PWA superstar, and I just made him look like a bitch!

The ref’s count reaches 20, and he calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

Marina raises her arms in victory, but really doesn’t look too much like a winner; Ian much less so.

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like a heavy flow for Marina.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t make me blast this in your eardrum. Anyway, I think Blood is dead.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not dead, but I doubt he’ll be wrestling next week… or the week after.

***Megavision***

This loneliness…

It is killing me..

A dark, dank, dingy room of hanging chains, broken glass, and blood smeared walls. A single soul is shrouded in a crimson red cloak, the head down at the ground, paying no mind to us.

I can feel you dying…

I see you dying..

I held you in my hands as you died..

This loneliness is killing me.

A single light, swinging on a string, it flickers on and off, showing us for a moment the cold eyes of the face underneath.

Once I was in an asylum, I placed myself in it within my mind, but I was living a lie..

I am a monster, and it is time I act like one again.

The memories of death are killing me..

But I will bring pain before it is brought to me..

The cloak is slowly pushed back as we see the pale face of a man edging towards his 40th birthday, but also edging towards total insanity.

Rebel Pro, this will be no mere nightmare, because once I arrive there is no waking up..

No escape..

No remorse.

I am the epitome of all that is evil, like I was in 97′ when this all began..

Like I will be when I am dead and gone, my legacy like a cancer to this sport, one that will not be removed.

The man tilts his head back in maniacal laughter as the scene fades out to red gothic text that reads..

FALLEN ANGEL…COMING SOON.

“Simple Man” hits up in the speakers as JT Whiplash makes his way down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paint Rock, Tennessee; he stands at six feet three inches and weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds… “THE CONFEDERATE COPPERHEAD”… J.T. WHIPLASH!

JT rolls safely under the ropes and is in his corner when Johnny’s music is ready to play.

“Lead Into Demise” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Johnny Maverick, determination to win on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington, D.C.; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

DING DING

The bell sounded and these two went right at it, nothing really against the other but a thirst to prove they are the best. JT with a stiff right forearm shot rocked Johnny into the ropes, but no bang as of yet. JT with an Irish whip sends Johnny into the ropes, but Maverick with a counter sends JT right into the ropes.

BANG!

The blast sends JT stumbling forward right into a back body sending JT up and down.

BANG!

COREY TAYLOR: His old ass is going to be blown to bits before this match is over.

ROB MARTINEZ: He ain’t looking too good right now.

COREY TAYLOR: And his ass has a match to referee later tonight.

Johnny pulls JT up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner, but JT manages a desperation reversal sending Johnny into the corner, but no bang. JT splashes him in the corner with a big time Stinger-isk splash. Johnny falls forward a bit, JT with a running bulldog.

BANG!

tThe C4 goes off again, but it is just a loud explosion, Johnny didn’t get a face full of the explosive so don’t worry ladies. JT pulls Johnny up, boot to the gut before lifting him high with a vertical suplex. He drops him down cranium first with a brainbuster instead.

BANG!

JT is on the offense now, but moving terribly slowly thanks to the C4 to the back. JT whips Johnny into the ropes.

BANG!

Johnny is sent stumbling forward into the waistlock from JT; he lifts. Belly to belly suplex, but Johnny counters with a headbutt to the face. JT drops the belly to belly and holds at his broken nose. Johnny whips JT into the ropes.

BANG!

JT’s body gets another charg.

ABM!

Johnny goes for the cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Johnny’s finisher!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Johnny Maverick!

JT stumbles away from the ring to get some medical attention and to prepare for the match in which he is guest referee. Johnny follows after him, proud of his accomplishment.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just look at The Phoenix, it’s disgusting to watch him sit there on that throne.
COREY TAYLOR: Ah, but that is only your opinion, oh simple minded Martinez.
ROB MARTINEZ: You condone this? It’s like watching those movies with Roman emperors enjoying the slaughtering of gladiators from lions.
COREY TAYLOR: You know Rob, you might be onto something. Somebody bring Chad Kurtis out here and release some pissed off lions from the zoo. Ratings baby, ratings!
ROB MARTINEZ: Sometimes I don’t get you.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..
“The Monster’s Loose” by Meatloaf blares as Matthew Kurtis makes his way from the back, Lyndsey in tow. He walks down the aisle, stopping a moment to take a look at The Phoenix, who stares back at him with a sour look on his face. Kurtis points at Phoenix and tries to get him to stand up from his throne. Phoenix just shrugs and takes a nearby chalice(probably of Yoo-hoo) to his lips, seemingly uninterested in Kurtis.
ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely unfinished business between these two.
COREY TAYLOR: King Phoenix doesn’t have to stand for anyone.
ROB MARTINEZ: Did you just say King Phoenix? You’ve lost your-wait a minute, here comes Reaver and Simon Kalis from behind!
Lyndsey is pushed down by Kalis as Reaver delivers a solid kendo stick shot to the back of Matthew Kurtis, followed by a second and a third, the big man on his knees. Reaver chokes Kurtis with the kendo stick, as Phoenix just shakes his head in disgust before opening up what appears to be a Spider Man comic book.
ROB MARTINEZ: The nerve of The Phoenix. Matthew Kurtis is fighting for his life here and he’s reading a comic book?
COREY TAYLOR: Trust me Rob, a stack full of comic books is more entertaining than a clan of Kurtises.
Using his superior strength Matthew picks Reaver up onto his back and falls backwards crashing into the concrete floor. Reaver lets out a groan of agony as Matthew coughs, staggering to his feet. He brings Reaver to his feet and whips him into a corner post. Reaver falls forward as we see referee Jimmy Johnson breaking up a scuffle between Lyndsey and Kalis. Kurtis rolls Reaver into the ring and then begins searching under the ring for weapons.
ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis looking to get some revenge on Reaver from those kendo stick shots earlier!
COREY TAYLOR: Eh, I’m not impressed, and neither is Phoenix.
ROB MARTINEZ: What, do you want a throne out here too?
COREY TAYLOR: Can I really get one?
Kurtis finds a barbwire bat and looks at it with a sick smile on his face. He enters the ring with it as Reaver backs up to the corner, at first begging off Kurtis. Matthew shakes his head no and charges in with the bat held high. As he does, however, he is met with a sick buzzsaw kick to the stomach, followed by a second, then a third, causing Matthew to drop the bat. Reaver hits the ropes and tries for another kick, but a pissed off Kurtis grabs onto the right leg of his opponent before letting go and catching him by the throat and slamming him down hard with a viscous chokeslam!
ROB MARTINEZ: Reaver was folded up like an accordion on that one!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve seen better. So has our king.
Kurtis goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
And Reaver gets the right shoulder up.
ROB MARTINEZ: A close call there and Simon Kalis looks upset.
COREY TAYLOR: No he’s not. You haven’t seen this man’s angry face.
Kurtis reaches for the bat and swings it around with his right arm, motioning for Reaver to get to his feet. Reaver staggers up, holding his back from the chokeslam and is greeted with a barbwire baseball shot to the gut doubling him over, the barbwire ripping at the shirt of Reaver. Another hard shot to the back sends him face first onto the mat. Unrelenting, Kurtis stands over the prone body of his masked adversary and brings him slowly to his feet as he stands behind him, choking him with the bat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis choking the life out of the Order Of Chaos member!
COREY TAYLOR: That Kurtis is lucky Phoenix is busy right now, or he’d come down there and stop this heinous assault on a fellow masked man.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh stop it! Look at him, the idiot is surfing the web right now, he doesn’t give a damn what’s going on!
Indeed The Phoenix does have a laptop in front of him, looking at what we can’t be sure. Back in the ring, Kalis is on the apron trying to distract the ref. Lyndsey is fired up and is trying to get the ref to pay attention to the action. This is enough to cause Kurtis to let go of his grasp and lunge over at Kalis. The ref is still distracted with Lyndsey and Kurtis assures her everything is ok. During this moment, Kalis places a bag in Reaver’s hand. The masked assassin reaches into the bag and begins stalking a turning Kurtis. As the big man looks ready for more destruction, a white powder is thrown into his eyes, blinding him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Simon Kalis has changed the complexity of this match by aiding his protégé!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey some managers bring moral support, some bring white powder.
Reaver is right on target with more buzzsaw kicks, first taking Kurtis down to his knees before winding up with a sick roundhouse kick to the temple. Kurtis hits the mat in a heap, still blinking a bit from the powder.
COREY TAYLOR: Ha ha! That inbred hick doesn’t know where he is!
Reaver goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
And Kurtis kicks out!
ROB MARTINEZ: But he still knows enough to kick out! The Kurtis family spirit will not die!
COREY TAYLOR: Wow, you’re laying it on real thick there Rob.
Kalis is slamming his hands on the mat, yelling at Reaver to finish it. Reaver nods and hits an Asai moonsault, going once again for the cover.
ONE
TWO
And Kurtis gets the right shoulder up!
ROB MARTINEZ: Once again, Kurtis shows his guts!
COREY TAYLOR: Once again, another ref in the Kurtis Clan’s backpocket! That was three!
Reaver stands ready for another martial arts kick as Kurtis slowly gets to his feet. He looks at Kurtis then hits the ropes, trying for a running ax kick. As Reaver is in midair, Kurtis catches him with a pulverizing spinebuster!
ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis has cleared the cobwebs! And his eyes of that powder!
COREY TAYLOR: Blah blah blah..let me guess..Ooh the Monster is loose!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now you’re getting it Corey.
Kurtis smirks over in the direction of Kalis as he brings Reaver up right into a powerbomb position. The big man walks over towards a corner and tosses the masked man into the turnbuckle, so hard he ricochets off and gets clobbered with a Kurtis lariat, almost taking his mask clean off!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think this whole situation with blinding Kurtis has just pissed the big guy off!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey! Isn’t there a rule against trying to decapitate ninjas?
ROB MARTINEZ: Uhh..no.
COREY TAYLOR: Well there should be!
Kurtis slides under the ropes and heads outside, once again searching for a weapon under the ring, this time finding a table wrapped in barbwire. He slides it into the ring as Kalis is now screaming at Reaver to get up. Lyndsey looks on, nodding in approval, as Matthew sets up the table almost dead center in the ring. Simon’s protests to Reaver are ignored as Kurtis once again sets up his smaller opponent for a powerbomb. He lifts him up high in the air..
COREY TAYLOR: Good God no! Not this! Simon do something!
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Reaver is going for a ride!
Kurtis slams Reaver down with all his might with a Bluegrass Bomb through the barbwire table. The Phoenix looks up from his laptop and even takes another drink from his chalice, but doesn’t seem to care, going right back to what he is doing. Kurtis covers a seemingly motionless Reaver.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match-
Jenny is knocked over as Simon Kalis stands ready with his Desert Eagle gun. Kurtis is daring Kalis to do something.
COREY TAYLOR: This Kurtis must be the dumbest of the whole lot. Kalis will shoot his face off!
ROB MARTINEZ: I have to agree-but wait here comes Lyndsey jumping on the back of Kalis!
As Lyndsey tries to choke Kalis out, Kurtis knocks the gun out of Simon’s hand. Lyndsey lets go as Kurtis runs and nails Kalis with a big boot sending him flying to the outside. Kurtis gives one last look towards Phoenix, then back at Kalis and the destruction he left of Reaver. Kalis is cursing under his breath at Kurtis, who just continues his walk to the back with Lyndsey.

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay folks We’re ready for our next match of “the Future” Chris Casino versus “the Bird of Prey” Jacob Venar. Just a warning to our internet audience this match will be bloody thanks to the stipulation.

COREY TAYLOR: Goody-goody more blood. So what is the stipulation for this match, Martinez and what are they doing to the ring ropes?

ROB MARTINEZ: I was just fixing to tell the fans and you that, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Okay then I’ll shut up for a minute.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you, Corey. The following match is a “Wonderland Match” where
The ropes are removed, and broken shards of glass are placed all around ringside. The competitors can win by pinfall or submission anywhere, and obviously there are no rope breaks or DQs. They come clothed in shirts pants and cannot pick up glass to stab opponent. So hang on people it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but no stabbing, bummer.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up!

Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the speakres and the noncrowd give him a great reaction of noncheers.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia… Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is one half of Juggernauts, Bitch!… he is… JACOB VENAR!

“Smooth” salsas its way into the speakers and out comes Chris Casino.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!

DING DING

Chris Casino and Jacob Venar lock-up collar to elbow in yet another unique match here at Hell-o-Ween. Casino with the early advantage as he traps Venar in a hammerlock. Venar winces slightly as Casino applies pressure but quickly reverses the hold and traps Casino into a hammerlock of his own. Jacob applies the pressure to Chris’ arm but only briefly before Casino breaks free and takes Jacob over with a hip toss. Venar makes it back to his feet just as Casino rushes at him. A drop toehold into a side headlock by “the Bird of Prey” but wait it’s reversed into a hammerlock by ’the Future”.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are putting on a clinic so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah a sleep clinic. C’mon this is Rebel Pro make with the hardcore action already.

ROB MARTINEZ: Say that a lot do you, Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Do I say what a lot?

Back in the ring Casino is still in charge until a snap mare by Venar puts him on his back. Jacob goes to hit the and then stops and remembers there are no ropes on the ring during this match. Momentarily at lost because of the unique ring set-up turns around only to meet with a dropkick by Casino.

Chris quickly slaps a single leg Boston Crab on Venar. Jacob fights the pain of the hold before trying to roll through it. Casino releases the leg but right back at Jacob and met with a beautiful Rickey Steamboat-like deep arm drag. Venar immediately traps Casino left in an armbar. Casino counters with a hiptoss into a body scissors. Jacob breaks out of the body scissors and tries to apply a ankle lock but Casino kicks him away. Venar almost falls off the edge of the rope less ring onto the shards of glass put stops himself. Chris by instinct, like Jacob earlier, goes to use the ropes, but stops when he remembers there are no ropes. Casino stops just before he flies off into the glass at ringside. Jacob comes behind Chris and school boy’s and referee Alan Stone makes a count…

ONE…

TWO…

Casino kicks out at two and both wrestler scramble to their feet. Both abandon the technical show they have been putting on so far and begin to trade chops and punches. Chris boots ducks a punch thrown by Jacob and goes behind and locks in a German suplex. At the last second Casino spins around and it’s a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX off the ring apron on the shards of broken glass. Casino runs over to opposite side of the ring and then runs back across the ring and comes off the ring with a flying forearm aimed at the prone and bleeding Venar. The move connects and Casino goes for a cover, Alan counts from in the ring….

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Casino rains punches down on Venar until Jacob is able to roll him off. Jacob scrambles back to his feet as Casino charges back at him. Jacob fires a kick at Chris’s gut but his foot is caught by Casino…Enzuigiri by Venar knocks Casino down and he just avoids going face first into the glass. Jacob climbs back up onto the ring, and with a running start comes off with the Leap of Faith! Venar crashes down on Casino and rolls off, now both are bleeding heavily as they make it to their feet. A lowblow by Casino gains him a momentary advantage which he uses to look under the ring for weapons and finds a steel chair and pulls it out. Casino turns around and is surprised by Venar and a running Enzuigiri. The move forces the chair back into Casino’s face and Chris crashes back into the glass with a loud tinkling crash. Jacob positions the chair over Casino’s face and chest before climbing back up onto the ring for another high risk move. Moonsault by Venar and Casino rolls out of the way using the chair to protect his face for the glass. Jacob barely

gets his hands up in time to protect his face from the glass.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Look at all the blood it’s a horror show.

COREY TAYLOR: Ain’t it great don’t be such a wimp Martinez. Like I said this is great.

Both Casino and Venar are slow to their feet this time. But its Jacob with a sudden burst of energy that takes down his opponent with a explosive spear. They both crash back into the glass. This time however Chris is the first to his feet and he grabs the chair and swings hard at Venar’s skull and connects sending Jacob back into the glass hard. Casino brings the chair several more with the sound of breaking glass and steel hitting flesh again and again. Casino stops and smirks at the camera and walks over and jaws with it instead of trying to finish off Jacob. Turning his attention to the camera proves to be a mistake as when he turns around and is met by a brutal Shining Wizard Knee strike from Venar. Venar quickly gets back in the ring and waits for Casino to get back to his feet. Casino stands up and looks around for Venar, not seeing him ringside he turns towards the ring at the same instant that Jacob crashes into him with the Whisper in The Wind. Venar covers and Alan Stone has a spot cleared of glass on the floor and makes a count….

ONE….

TWO…

KICKKOUT !

Casino kicks out at two and Makes it to his feet as does Jacob. Both are wobbly from the loss of blood but Jacob tries another spear but Casino catches him in a front facelock. It looks like Casino’s going to DDT Venar but wait Chris adjusts the hold and drives Jacob face first into the glass his Bankrupt Version 2.0 finisher. Casino rolls Jacob over and Stone starts the count….

ONE…

TWO…

THREE….

JENNY JERSEY: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER “THE FUTURE” CHRIS CASINO!!!!!!

EMT’s rush to the ringside to treat both wrestlers for their loss of blood.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is for the REBEL Aggression Championship and it will be contested under ‘Dumpster Match’ Rules!! In order to win the match, you must lock your opponent inside the dumpster! The winner will be your Aggression Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jenny sounds a little unsure of the rules, and why not? As far as I know this is the first ever dumpster match in REBEL.

COREY TAYLOR: Actually she sounds drunk and come on man, Dumpster matches suck.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first….

‘It Ain’t Cocky Mother Motherfucker If You Can Back It Up!’

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Paducah,Kentucky and now fighting out of Durham, NC, weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

Kurtis comes out from the back….To the sweet sounds of silence. He scowls as he makes his way to the ring, making sure he makes a slight detour to pass by Phoenix and his manager. Kurtis shoots the two men at ringside an evil look but they ignore him. Kurtis rolls into the ring and gets checked by Referee Alan Stone.
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad looking to have shaken off the attack from earlier tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, the current REBEL Aggression Champion, he hails from Duluth, Minnesota and weighs in at…

‘House of the Rising Sun’ by The Animals hits and out from the back comes the champ!

JENNY JERSEY: Uh, your REBEL Aggression Grandpa Gary!!!

Gary makes his way to ringside, the title belt held high overhead for all to see. Not that there is anyone to see it, but you get the idea. Gary has a bandage wrapped around his head, a result for the attack earlier tonight but he seems ready to kick some ass.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you’ll notice, a dumpster has been rolled out from the back and is now stationed by the ring. In order to win the match you must….

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah we know, it’s a dumpster match, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this thing out.

The camera crestor quickly shows us the Dumpster that has been position by the ring and then cuts back to inside the squared circle. Alan Stone has handed the Aggression Title off to Jenny as she’s departing and waits for her to get out of the ring before calling for the bell.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go!

Chad offers his hand to Gary but the old man looks at it and screams ‘BACON’ at the top of his lungs. Kurtis looks at the referee who simply shrugs his shoulders. The two men circle each other and tie up in the center of the ring. Side headlock from Kurtis. Gary backs Kurtis into the ropes and shoots him off. Kurtis reverses it and takes Gary to the mat with a high hip toss! Gary scrambles to his feet and takes a scoop slam for his trouble. Kurtis hits the ropes and goes for a leaping elbow drop but the older man rolls out of the way at the last second! Kurtis hits nothing but canvas and does his best to get quickly to his feet. Kneelift from Gary stuns Kurtis! Side Russian legsweep from the Aggression Champion! Gary floats over into a cover and is reminded by Alan Stone that pinfalls don’t count in this match. Gary pulls Kurtis up and connects with a chop across the chest! A stiff right hand from Kurtis answers back! Another chop from Gary and another right hand from Kurtis! Gary is wobbly and Kurtis drops him with a third right hand to the head!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary has heart but he can’t go toe to toe with Chad Kurtis!

Gary pulls himself to a corner and drags himself to his feet. Kurtis follows him in and takes a kick to the gut from Gary. A rake to the eyes from Gary! Gary drops an elbow to the back of Chads head and the challenger is dazed. Clothesline from Gary puts Kurtis on the mat! Gary is pulling himself up to the second turnbuckle. Gary takes flight for what looks to be a fistdrop but Kurtis moves! Gary hits hard and Kurtis quickly grabs him and positions him for his ‘CK Finale!’ Gary counters with a backdrop to the mat! Chad quickly pulls himself up, sees Gary charging at him and gives Gary a taste of his own medicine as he backdrops the Aggression champ over the top rope to the floor! Chad waits for Gary to pull himself to his feet and nails him with a springboard crossbody! Both men hit the floor hard but it’s Chad who gets to his feet first. Gary is dragged to his feet and one Irish whip later he’s sent smashing into the side of the dumpster! Chad steps over a sprawled out Gary and opens the lid of the Dumpster before returning his attention back to the old timer.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh thank God it’s going to be a quick match.

Gary is helped to his feet by Chad who then tries to push him into the open dumpster! Gary is fighting back and grabs something from inside the dumpster. A handful of wet coffee grounds are thrown into the face of Chad! Chad releases his grip on Gary and tries to clear his eyes and mouth of the grounds. Gary is digging once more in the dumpster and pulls out a beer bottle. Chad never sees it coming as Gary smashes the bottle across his head! Glass shatters everywhere and Kurtis drops to his knees. Gary stands behind Kurtis and starts to dig the broken glass bottle into the scalp of the challenger! Blood immediately spills from the wounds and Kurtis shoves Gary away! With a warrior cry of ‘BACON’ Gary slices at the back of Kurtis! Kurtis spins around and tries to cover up but Gary is like a man possessed. He digs the bottle into the arm of Kurtis and blood seeps through the cuts. A rapid fire series of right hands from Kurtis backs off Gary. Gary charges Kurtis but the challenger side steps him and sends him head and shoulders first into the dumpster wall! A loud ‘BONG’ echoes though the building and Gary slumps to the floor. Kurtis pulls Gary to his feet and drives him to the floor with a snap suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary carved up Kurtis like a turkey with that broken bottle!

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe he’s having flashbacks to the Civil War?

Chad reaches under the ring skirt and pulls out a toolbox. He flips open the lid and pulls out a screwdriver. Gary is puling himself to his feet when he gets spiked in the head from Kurtis! Gary drops like he was shot and Kurtis straddles him digging the screwdriver into the newly open gash on the champs head! Now Gary is bleeding profusely as well as the challenger! Kurtis tosses away the screwdriver and drags a bleeding Gary to his feet. With a grunt, Kurtis hoists Gary up and dumps him into the garbage bin! Kurtis goes to slam the lid shut but Gary pops up like a demented jack in the box and smacks Kurtis across the head with an object! Kurtis stumbles back and falls to the floor and the camera shows that Gary is holding a cheese grater! The champion drags himself out of the garbage and makes his way over to Kurtis. Kurtis is pulling himself to his feet using the guard rail when Gary digs the cheese grater into his already bloody arm! Kurtis is trying to break free but the champ is raking the flesh from his arm with a crazed fury. A thumb to the eye from Kurtis causes a break! Chad reaches over the railing, grabs a chair and quickly folds it up. Chairshot across the skull from Kurtis drops Gary like a bad habit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord what a chair shot!

Gary is a fighter though as he uses the ring to pull himself back up. Kurtis cracks the chair across the back of the champ and Gary rolls into the ring. Kurtis slides in behind him and drops the chair to the mat. Gary is yanked to his feet and whipped to the far corner. Gary reverses it and Kurtis is sent into the corner! Bluegrass Breeze from Kurtis lays out Gary! Kurtis grabs the chair, places it on the chest of Gary and hits a standing shooting star press! Gary curls into the fetal position holding his ribs as a bloody Kurtis looks after him. Kurtis gets to his feet, grabs Gary and starts to pull him up when Gary sneaks in his Sixty Year Old Stunner! Kurtis is down and out and Gary again goes for a cover. Alan Stone repeats the rules to a dazed and bloody Gary and the Champ looks pissed. Gary slowly gets up and grabs an arm of Kurtis, dragging him towards the side of the ring where the dumpster is. Gary drags Kurtis to his feet and dumps him over the top rope. Kurtis lands on the ring apron and one kick later he’s inside the dumpster! Gary rolls to the outside to close the lid.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

COREY TAYLOR: Let’s hope so.

Gary grabs the lid and swings it shut -NO- Kurtis gets his arm up to block it! Gary is doing his best to force down the lid but Kurtis is to much for him. The lid is knocked back and Kurtis rises from the trash like something from a horror movie. Kurtis reaches out and grabs Gary, dragging him into the garbage with him. Referee Alan Stone can only watch as the two men in the dumpster trade rights and lefts. Headbutt from Kurtis stuns the old man and the challenger finds some lethal goodness in the trash. Kurtis grabs Gary in a headlock and shows him the staple gun he just found! Gary bucks like a wild horse trying to free himself but Kurtis pops him once, twice and a third time in the scalp with the staple gun! Gary shoves Kurtis away and the camera zooms in on the gore generic celebrex oozing from the stapled head of Gary! Chad scoops up Gary and slams him into the trash before climbing out of the dumpster.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a brutal battle! I suspect Kurtis had no idea that Gary would put up this kind of fight!

Kurtis stands on the ring apron looks over his shoulder at an unmoving Gary and using uncanny agility his

THE
BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!!

Into the Dumpster!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy Hell! Er I mean, is this over yet?

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! Chad Kurtis could have killed himself trying to execute that move!

Slowly Kurtis pulls himself out of the dumpster and falls to the floor. Shockingly Gary is also seen getting up. Chad scrambles to his feet and locks eyes with Gary. Gary smiles through the blood and yells ‘BAAAAAAAAAACON’ at the top of his lungs and Kurtis slams the lid down across his head! Gary vanishes, the lid is closed and this match is OVER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis just won the REBEL Aggression championship!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match….AND NEW REBEL AGGRESION CHAMPION….’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

The referee rolls to the outside and hands Kurtis the belt. A bloody champion drapes the title over his shoulder then turns to raise the dumpster lid to check on Gary.

ROB MARTINEZ: You know what this means right?

COREY TAYLOR: Yes. dumpster matches still suck.

ROB MARTINEZ: With this win, Kurtis becomes the first man to be a REBEL Grand Slam winner!

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COREY TAYLOR: What? Oh Hell.

EMT’s and even the new champ are checking on a bloody Gary as we cut to commercial

“Victory” by Puff Daddy and Company blasts into the empty arena as Justin Case, followed by Hugh Aredone, walks into the empty Rec Center. Justin looks at the total lack of fans with not a sense of what he thinks, instead choosing to walk on down to the ring with a confident swagger about him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… he is your Rebel Pro #1 Contender… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

Justin steps up the steps and through the ropes to center ring. He walks to his corner facing the entrance way as to face Marion as soon as he steps through the curtain.

“My Michelle” hits up and it is as though you can hear the echoes of booing from the building, even though there are no fans in attendance. Marcus walks out with the World Title on his left shoulder and Nicole Rhodes just behind him. Marcus looks to either side of the walkway, then stares straight ahead at Justin Case in his corner of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Atlanta, Georgia, he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds… he is your Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

Nicole is on the ring apron, sitting on the middle rope as her man steps confidently through the ropes to face Case. Marcus lifts the title from his shoulder and places it right in front of JT’s face before spinning to show it right in Case’s face. Marion smirks and mouths “Never” before handing the belt to Nicole to keep on the outside.

DING DING

Marion and Justin lock up center ring with the glass tables surrounding the ring, ready for destruction as bodies will definitely be flying through them some time this evening. Marion with a quick bith slap rocks Case’s head backwards, Marion smirking, that is until Justin returns the favor with a bitch slap of his own. Marion stumbles back as Justin follows up with a right hand to the same jaw. Marcus is in the ropes, clothesline sends him over the top rope to land on the table beside the ring. Justin steps through the ropes, but Marion delivers a punch to his thigh that stops him momentarily.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion able to stop this before it goes to far.

COREY TAYLOR: My head hurts!

ROB MARTINEZ: It could be because you are trying to pull your hair out.

COREY TAYLOR: I just don’t know who to pull for.

Justin falls on through the ropes, right from Marion rocks him against the ropes. Marion with a forearm sends him nearly back over the top and into the ring, but Case comes down firing him with an elbow as these two men fight on top of the glass table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither of these men were attacked here tonight… makes you wonder.

COREY TAYLOR: Both want that title.

Marion with a wristlock, he steps behind Case shoving him forward with a release and a kick in the lower back. Case kisses the steel post, but turns around as Marion charges towards him. Case with a boot into the midsection bends Marion over at the waist. Swinging neckbreaker and both men are totally not through the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: These are some pretty sturdy glass tables.

COREY TAYLOR: And they have to be thrown through three of them?

ROB MARTINEZ: That is the stipulation.

Case pulls himself up, stomping down on Marion’s neck before lifting the World Champ up to his feet. Case backs Marcus up with a forearm to the throat and a chop to the chest. Marion is now leaning up against the other ring post, Clothesline from Case! But Marion ducks back body dropping Case over the top and…

THROUGH THE FIRST TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: We spoke a bit too soon.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, Marion is scored on his back, tons of tiny cuts.

Marion sits up from the pain, little pieces of glass sticking to the blood on his back. Here comes Case though flying with a knee into Marion’s cheek sending him rolling away from the ring. Marion holds at his jaw and back as the glass digs in just a bit deeper. Case follows up, smirking and walking confidently. Justin stands over Marion, bending down to lift hiim up to his feet.

FIST FULL OF GLASS!

Case falls back, keeping the glass out of his eyes, but Marion has the advantage now. Marion with a boot to the midsection and an uppercut that rocks Case back to a vertical position. Marion whips Case into the ring apron, before getting behind him and lifting him up onto his shoulders spinning hiim around and allowing him to fall in the broken shards of glass. Marion stomps down before digging under the ring for something. Case tries to get up to his feet, but a boot to the face keeps him down a moment longer. Marion pulls out a steel chair, you got to have one of those in Rebel Pro. Case sits up and his face meets the steel chair with a solid thunk. The Phoenix looks at his IPhone, sending a text to someone as he is paying no attention to the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case is leading this by One table to none, but Marion…

COREY TAYLOR: Is kicking his ass!

Marion leans over Case, chair held high up over his head, he brings it down in an arch. Case kicks him right in the thigh, Marcus drops the chair. Case is up quickly, blood dripping from his back and from his face. Case is a man on a damn mission now, he lifts the chair, golfing it right into Marion’s face sending him against another glass table. Two technicians replace the broken table to return the total number to four unbroken tables. Case scoops Marion up onto his shoulders, running powerslam onto the chair; the shards driven in deeper. Marion grunts from the pain, but Case lifts him back up to his feet. Irish whip into the table, he follows in with a lifted knee strike. Marion ducks under causing Case to roll onto the table. Justin up to his feet quickly, he jumps off at Marion. Marcus dives out of the way, the two men lay on the floor. Bpoth men up fairly quickly, they lock up. Marion with a thumb to the eyes gets him the advantage. Waistlock suplex onto the now very dented chair has him in firm control.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion going to pull out all the stops to retain.

COREY TAYLOR: But Case is going to do the same to regain the belt.

Marion drags Case over to the table, dragging him up onto the table with him. Marion lifts Case to a somewhat vertical base. He lifts Case up.

BRAINBUSTER!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

Marion rubs the top of Case’s skull into the glass, cutting him open even more. Marion smirks as the score is now tied.

COREY TAYLOR: The score is tied one table a piece, two to go.

ROB MARTINEZ: And both men are already showing the effects of this match.

The Phoenix… is sleeping?! His head is tilted back and soft snoring is coming from his masked face. However, Marcus and Justin don’t seem to care as they are continuing this contest. Marion lifts the now very bloody Case up to his feet, pounding the glass on his face in a little deeper. However, it does the exact opposite of getting his opponent groggy. Case fires with a closed right fist catching Marion by surprise and sending him stumbling backwards. Marion struggles for purchase as Case grabs the wrist, pulls him in while lifting his knee to slam into Marion’s midsection. Case lifts Marion up, dropping him down behind him onto the already broken glass; on his side. Case doesn’t stop, choosing to climb to the top turnbuckle while momentum is on his side. Case leaps out with a knee drop onto Marion’s chest and the World Champ is in a world of hurt now. But here comes Nicole Rhodes with a high heel shoe to the back of the skull. Case’s head snaps forward and he turns to stare at Nicole for getting involved. He stands up, glaring down at her. Justin reaches back with a slap ready.

COREY TAYLOR: He wouldn’t!

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree.

Marion with a fist right into Case’s tool and Case’s slap dies at the end of his arm; Nicole smirks. Case holds himself, but Marion drops him with a standing dropkick to the back. Case stumbles forward a step, but Nicole levels him with a second high heel shoe shot, this one to the face. Case drops down on his face as Hugh Aredone has doxy and flagyl finally stumped his way around the ring to the confrontation. Marion steps onto Case’s back, walking on it to both drive in the glass and mock his opponent. Marion lifts Case up as the technicians rush out to replace the broken table, returning the total of nonbroken tables to four. Marcus has his back to a table, dragging Case back into the ring and over to the corner. Marcus drags Case up to the top rope, his back to a table, he smirks and positions himself just right.

BELLY TO BELLY SUPERPLEX!

ROB MARTINEZ: Through! The! Damn! Table!

COREY TAYLOR: How did Case counter that?!

Marion lays underneath Case’s bloody body, Marcus being the one that went through the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case pushed and twisted at the last possible second and sent Marion through the table!

COREY TAYLOR: What! A! Counter!

Case and Marion lay there, neither moving except for the shallow breathing each is doing. The only sounds are Nicole’s screaming in agony as her man may be dead, and The Phoenix snoring softly still. Case slowly rolls off of Marion, who still has his eyes closed, but he is breathing. JT Whiplash is letting these two men go at it, he doesn’t care for either man so he is going to let them destroy each other. Case stumbles into the ring apron, leaning heavily on it as he struggles to keep his balance. He bends down, pulling Marion up and heading for a the third table that he needs to send Marion through. Justin rolls Marion onto a table, he intends on ending this one now and as quickly as he can. Justin slowly and very gingerly climbs up onto the table, wincing with each movement as the glass grinds in his skin. He lifts Marion up as he stands as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin looking to end this one right here and now.

COREY TAYLOR: I knew he would win; I just knew it.

Justin takes a breath, but Marion low blows him in the junk trunk! Case just grunts out the air he was building up.

NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

ROB MARTINEZ: The table didn’t break!

Marion rolls onto the ring apron, climbing up to the top turnbuckle slowly. Case lays on the table and Marion leaps!

DRIVING CASE THROUGH THE TABLE!

COREY TAYLOR: I knew Marion was going to win; I just knew it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up Corey; you aren’t making any sense.

Marion holds at his leg, struggling back up to his feet, but it isn’t easy. Marion leans on the apron. Blood is pouring down his face, chest, back… well pretty much his entire body is covered in trails of blood. Justin is no different as his body is a mass of cuts and blood as well. The Phoenix walks past the two of them, possibly heading for the bathroom as he has had his fair share of Yoohoos here this evening. Case with a shot into Marion’s jewels and he falls to his knees. Case with a second shot, this one to Marion’s face lays him on his back. Justin pushes himself up to his feet, dragging Marion over; both men are walking slowly, gingerly, and it is obvious that they are in huge amounts of pain. Justin rolls Marion into the ring, following him in slowly as each movement is hurting him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The fact that these two men are doing this in front of no one but ourselves is just amazing. Well, the fans on the internet are watching, but other than that.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, the dumbass Gordon falling for that.

ROB MARTINEZ: Everyone is still getting paid, but the insult makes me wonder if it is worth it?

Case fires a right hand into Marion’s face, Marcus fires one right back. Case with a slap, Marion follows it up with one of his own. Chop from Case, Chop from Marion. Case lifts a knee into Marion’s midsection before sending him to the canvas with a vertical suplex that cost him near as much pain as it caused Marcus. Marion rolls under the rop to one of the last two remaining tables. Case steps through the ropes to meet him. Justin sets him up for Just Too Talented!

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Justin was going to win!

Marion counters, turning it into The Revolutionary Thrill!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion counters with The Revolutionary Thrill!

COREY TAYLOR: Told you Marion was going to win!

Justin recounters with Just Too Talented!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men countering the other’s finisher and are so near the edge of the table, they have an inch to spare!

COREY TAYLOR: I told you Case was going to win!

Marion with a counter back into The Revolutionary Thrill!

THROUGH THE TABLE!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. Marcus Marion!

Marion leans on the apron, exhausted, bloody, and racked with pain. Nicole hands him the Rebel Pro World Title, he holds it up high before placing it on his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do they want?

COREY TAYLOR: To congratulate Marcus Marion.

From the back walks The Phoenix, Fantastic Andy Strickland, Scottie Snow, Moke Doshky, and The Dragon. Each man is carrying black canvas duffle bags in their right hands, smiles on their faces, well we assume that the two masked men(Phoenix and Dragon) are smiling.

ROB MARTINEZ: What…

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know…

Marion turns to see this, but Dragon leaps with a front kick right to his face, Marion goes down quickly. Phoenix picks him up, slapping hiim around and knocking him out with the Rebel Pro World Title. Fantastic Andy has Nicole handcuffed to the Announcers’ table where she can’t get involved. Scottie Snow karate kicks Rob Martinez in the side of the head.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey I can push him around but nobody else…

Corey’s words are cut off as Scottie slams a chop into the side of his neck sending him to Dreamland. Moke lifts Justin up into the air, dropping him face first onto the ring’s apron. Moke and Dragon begin to beat down Justin Case and Marcus Marion respectively as Scottie Snow and Fantastic Andy eliminate Hugh Aredone from the mix.

Marcus and Justin have nothing left to fight with and are easily manhandled and left laying against the chair that Phoenix has sat in for all three shows. Each man opens up the bags, pulling out all sorts of power tools. The Phoenix pulls a wireless microphone out of his duffel bag and flips a switch.

The Phoenix: Congrats on retaining that piece of tin, Marcus. You’re probably wondering when the cavalry is coming down to save your sorry ass, but as it turns out, heavy chain and padlocks make it really hard to open locker room doors. Because, frankly, this should be a special moment. Just the last ever Rebel Pro champion, the former number one contender, the Phoenix and his new Pantheon, and the finest power tools that Home Depot has to offer.

The Phoenix: I gotta say, this was all way too easy. I want to make one thing perfectly clear right now. I’m not the bad guy here. For weeks now we’ve been laying your punk asses out backstage, and for weeks Rebel Pro has just taken it like the bitches that they are. Who fought back? Not a damn one of you. The five of us have had our way with this company from day one. We are like the gods of Olympus walking among the peasants. I’m not gonna lie, I loved every second of it. And deep down, I know that you’ve all loved it, too. Feel free to worship your new wrestling gods, the Pantheon of greatness that walks among you. But make it quick, because none of you have much time left. And now the time for talking is done. Now its time to watch the end of Rebel Pro.

The Phoenix drops the microphone and the Dragon and Moke Doshky step forward. Doshky hands Robinson a reciprocating saw. The Dragon is holding the Rebel Pro title and hands one strap to Doshky. The two men hold the title out between them and Robinson steps forward with the saw.

The Phoenix turns on the saw and cuts the belt in half. Dragon tosses his half at the prone Marion while Doshky throws his at Justin Case. The Phoenix starts cutting the ring ropes with the saw while Might & Magic start destroying the announce table and entrance ramp. Scottie Snow runs forward with a pick axe and starts ripping into the canvas mat. Within minutes the entire Rebel Pro set is totally destroyed with debris every where. Satisfied with the results, the Phoenix drops his saw and yells to Doshky. The huge German bends down and gorilla presses the limp Justin Case up over his head and then drops him, raising his knee at the same time, nailing Case with the Blitzkrieg.

Phoenix heads to Marcus Marion, who is starting to stir. The five men gather around the fallen champion, all laughing as he tries to get to his feet. Phoenix grabs Marion’s head and pulls him to his feet before scooping him up and hitting the Flame in the wreckage of the ring. Robinson snaps his fingers and Fantastic Andy hands him a staple gun. The Phoenix pulls a piece of paper from his pocket and staples it to the Rebel Pro champion. The Pantheon all laugh and pat each other on the back and then head out of the Rec Center.