Merrytime Massacre 2010 12-3-2010

** Backstage **

In a sight to truly behold, Chris Casino and Marcus Marion are having a near civil conversation about their match tonight. The talk stalls when Rob Robinson strolls into the scene and looks at the men.

ROB: Gentlemen, I put you two together tonight to entertain our fans and to show them that we don’t need to resort to fire or thumbtacks to get ratings!

CASINO: I’ve been meaning to ask….’Sup with the mask!? Are you fighting crime when you’re not destroying wrestling promotions?

ROB: Ahem. As I was saying, not only will you entertain our fans, but I’m adding something extra to your match tonight. The winner of this match will become employed, while the other… (looks at Chris) will be let go.

Marcus and Casino eye each other. The mood has definetly changed.

ROB: Anyway, have a great match tonight guys!

As Rob walks off Casino and Marcus drift apart. Neither man willing to say much more to each other.

COREY TAYLOR: The stakes have just risen!

A opening montage of all of Robinson’s accomplishments play over Megavision. Such as him and Scottie winning the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships, him holding the Tag Team belts, him just being perfect. Robinson is shown covered in title belts, while “The Final Countdown” plays throughout the arena.

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: The following contest is schedueled for one fall… Introducing first, JAICE WILDS!

Jaice Wilds steps out from behind the curtains, brushing his hair back as he makes his way to the ring as “Animals” by Nickleback hits the sound systems. A few fans clap his arrival but most seem to be waiting and reserving their judgment for the newcomer.

COREY TAYLOR: Pretty sure half the folks don’t know who this guy is.

JON MCDANIEL: Not yet, Corey.

“Slip It In” by Black Flag hits and the crowd jumps to their feet in thunderous applause as Marina Blue steps out with Ian right behind her. She plays to the emotions and cheers of the crowd as she makes her way to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: His opponent! MARINA BLUE!

JON MCDANIEL: Wow well, she’s certainly getting the crowd into this match now.

COREY TAYLOR: Dressed like that I could get the crowd into this match.

JON MCDANIEL: No I think the arena would clear out in shock and horror if you were dressed like Marina, Corey.

Lance Weston is in the ring now and calls for the bel. Marina and Jaice immediately lock horns and Jaice hip tosses Marina to the canvas. Marina is back up quickly though and she hits a standing dropkick to Jaice who hits the canvas holding his mouth. Jaice sweeps Marina off of her feet from the canvas, tripping her up and then jumping to his feet straight from his back which gets a little bit of a cheer from the crowd. Marina crawls away from him and gets to her feet but Jaice is already on her and he springboards himself off the top ropes on one side, bouncing onto the other side of the top ropes in the corner with aerial precision as he corkscrews before nailing Marina with heel kick to her head as he brings his leg down.

JON MCDANIEL: Marina stumbles back from that wild move but doesn’t go down.

COREY TAYLOR: Marina not going down? Please.

JON MCDANIEL: You know what I mean.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m just saying what our fans watching are thinking, that’s all Jon.

Marina rushes Jaice and body splashes right over him, sending both of them out of the ring and to the outside. Marina is on her feet first and she begins stomping down on Jaice’s chest and neck, using the guard rail seperating them from the fans as leverage as Lance Weston begins the ten count. A number of fans joyously snap photographs of Marina her being so close but Jaice sends a kick up and hits her in the gut, sending her reeling forward. He’s on his feet and walks into her, grabbing onto her and hitting a vicious jumping DDT on the outside to the ground below. Weston hits six in his ten count as Jaice rolls Marina Blue back into the ring before climbing up to the top turnbuckle himself. He comes off the top rope flying with a frog splash but Marina instinctively puts her knees to her chest as he comes down and Jaice bounces off her in pain. He clutches his own sides as he rolls away and Marina gets to her feet.

JON MCDANIEL: Veteran instinct pays off right there for Marina Blue.

COREY TAYLOR: I think it was almost worth it for Jaice, did you see where his hand went as he came down?

JON MCDANIEL: No… You’re just saying that trying to imply something.

COREY TAYLOR: The fans at home saw it with me, so I know I’m not crazy!

Marina is on her feet and she waits for Jaice to get to his. As he does she immediately springboards off the top rope and goes for a bulldog but Jaice sidesteps her and she hits the canvas, but Marina is back to her feet quickly only to get nabbed by Jaice who takes her down hard with a jumping Russian legsweep that electrifies the crowd! Jaice rolls her over and hooks the leg, Weston drops for the count!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! MARINA KICKS OUT!

Jaice wastes no time, getting back to his feet and holding back his frustration. He picks Marina up by her neck but Marina throws a headbutt in his direction, sending him stumbling back momentarily. Marina bounces off the ropes and comes back with a wicked missile dropkick which sends Jaice flying over the top rope to the outside. Weston begins his ten count once again, and Marina stands in the ring in a very sexy pose for all the men in the arena and the cameras flash furiously. However some women in the crowd seem ready to jump the guardrail and Marina simply taunts them back.

JON MCDANIEL: Man I think every guy is getting a bloodrush to their heads.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah. THAT head, and I don’t think too many of our female patrons are too happy with the gorgeous display in the ring from Marina.

Jaice crouches as he moves around the ring to the opposite side but Ian is there to warn Marina he’s trying to sneak around behind her by yelling at her. Jaice slides in quickly and there is one fan with a sign that says “SURPRISE BUTTSEKZ” that gets angry and throws it at Ian. Jaice slides in and jumps up and clotheslines Marina Blue to the canvas but she quickly rebounds and gets back to her feet in one swift motion. Jaice springboards off the middle ropes and sends a back elbow towards Marina but she sidesteps this and hits a roundhouse kick to Jaice’s chest as he comes flying past her. Marina with a corkscrew moonsault now sends the crowd to their feet as she quickly hooks the leg on Jaice!

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! JAICE WILDS KICKS OUT!

Marina can’t believe it but she doesn’t waste time arguing and gets back to her feet. She picks Jaice up by his hair and grabs onto his head and neck, spinning around and laying him out with a thunderous neckbreaker. Marina is back up and she bounces off the ropes and comes at Jaice with a leg drop but Jaice rolls out of the way and Marina feels it as she lands on her backside on the canvas. Jaice quickly gets to his feet and sends a heel kick into her jaw, sending her down to the canvas. Jaice heads to to the top for the Aerial Ace but NO! Marina blocks it and sends Jaice flying into the corner turnbuckle down and out.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh boy, you know what’s coming don’t you?

JON MCDANIEL: I can only imagine, Corey.

Marina quickly climbs the top turnbuckle directly opposite on the side as Jaice where he now sits with his head

against the middle rope. DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE!!! The fans go NUTS with cheers and applause as Marina drags Jaice a bit into the middle of the ring and hooks the legs.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: The winner of this match, BY PINFALL….. MARINA BLUE!

JON MCDANIEL: Spectacular, spectacular. That move never ceases to amaze me, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll give Jaice credit, he fought hard but there’s a reason that Marina isn’t only one of the best women in this sport, she’s one of the best period!

JON MCDANIEL: Folks, we have to go backstage. I’m being told something has happened!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Scotty Snow is shown face down out cold on the cement. Across his back written in black spray paint is the word “Damn”.

COREY TAYLOR: Who is the… This… is… uncalled for!

“Duel of the Fates” hits up in the arena and the crowd show no love to this man as he steps from the back and stares into an empty ring.

ERIC EMERSON: From Asaka, Japan; he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at one hundred and sixty pounds… REAVER!

Reaver steps into the ring and waits on his opponent, Grandpa Gary.

“House of the Rising Sun” hits up in the speakers and the crowd rise up to their feet for the man coming from the back.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring from Duluth, Minnessota; he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at something that isn’t known… former Aggression Champion…. GRANDPA GARY!

Gary waves to the crowd before stepping into the ring where he just stares at Reaver.

DING DING

Reaver with a front kick catches Gary by surprise, but Gary quickly ducks under sending Reaver down with a clothesline. Gary wastes no time in dropping a knee onto Reaver’s face. Reaver rolls out of the way spinning to sweep Gary’s legs out from under him. Showing agility belying his age, Gary jumps up out of the way, coming down with an elbow on Reaver’s midsection. Gary hops up to his feet.

“BACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

COREY TAYLOR: What an idiot.

JON MCDANIEL: Now, is that any way to talk about your father?

COREY TAYLOR: He is not!

Gary pulls Reaver up to a vertical base, Irish whip into the corner. Reaver scales the turnbuckle flipping back over Gary, catching him with an inverted DDT on the way down. Reaver locks on a arm triangle choke, but Gary in the ropes immediately to break the submission move. Reaver back up to his feet, Gary following shortly after. Collar and elbow lock up near the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Gary showing speed and agility I would have not thought possible.

COREY TAYLOR: Reaver is going to wipe the floor with this old scum!

JON MCDANIEL: Still bitter about the lack of child support I see.

Gary with a wristlock chaining into a hammerlock. Reaver counters and reverses into a wristlock and hammerlock of his own; his back against the turnbuckle padding. Reaver walks up the corner, dropping the hammerlock flipping over and catching Gary with an over the shoulder three quarter faceloc into a stunner. Reaver pulls Gary out of the corner, covering him for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Still too close to the ropes as Gary has the presence of mind to get his foot on the ropes. Reaver pulls him back up. Knife edge chop to the chest, following it with a second. Gary winces, but fires one of his own back into REaver’s chest. A second backs the Maverick brother back even more.

COREY TAYLOR: These Mavericks are becoming like the Kurtis’s, you can’t swing a stick without hitting one.

Reaver dodges the fourth chop, ducking under to flip Gary over his shoulder and onto his neck with a belly to back suplex. Reaver rolls over, synching in a standing armlock, doing his best to bend Gary’s arm the wrong way. Gary slams his fist into the back of REaver’s knees, dropping hiim down. Gary shoves himself up to his feet, right hand from Gary to Reaver’s temple. Reaver falls back in the ropes, coming back with a right of his own. Referee Alec Wilcox warns the two about the closed fists and they quickly begin to exchange stiff palm strikes instead. Reaver catches the right palm, whipping Gary into the corner. Gary turns around as he slams into the corner, Reaver catching his boot heavily on the chin. Reaver spins around holding at his chin when Gary dives from the middle rope with a second rope diving bulldog!

JON MCDANIEL: Your daddy is doing well.

COREY TAYLOR: That old fart is not my damn daddy!

JON MCDANIEL: Having daddy issues Corey?

Gary stomps a few times on Reaver’s midsection before pulling the young upstart back up to his feet. Gary shoves him backwards into the corner, clotheslining him for good measure.

“BACCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

Gary climbs the corner, dropping right bombs on the face and head of Reaver until Alec warns him about the closed fists again. Reaver stumbles out of the corner right into a spinebuster from Gary. Grandpa locks on a figure four in the center of the ring while yelling out…

BACCCCOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

COREY TAYLOR: Is he calling this the Bacon lock or something?

JON MCDANIEL: I don’t know, but it is effective.

Reaver rolls over and begins to crawl for the ropes and after a few agonizing minutes makes the near bottom rope. Gary releases the hold immediately choosing to further damage his opponent. Gary pulls him up, but Reaver nails him in the midsection with a headbutt before lifting and spinning around to nail an inverted atomic drop. Gary clutches at himself and hops a bit, giving Reaver time to regain his composure. Reaver off the ropes, springboard roundhouse takes Gary to one knee. Reaver off the ropes, shining wizard takes Gary down and Reaver makes a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Gary manages a shoulder up, but his hands are still busy holding himself, just because he’s old don’t mean the damn t hings don’t hurt when you get kneed there.

COREY TAYLOR: Heee heee heee old balls…. heee heee hee.

JON MCDANIEL: Guess no more siblings for ya Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: If you don’t shut the f*bleep*k up, I’m going to…

JON MCDANIEL: What cry over your daddy issues? Face it Taylor, I’ve got the best of you and that drives you crazy.

Corey begins to mumble heavily about cocky play by play people as Reaver once again pulls Gary up.

GARY WITH A ROLLUP!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Grandpa Gary!

COREY TAYLOR: What? Where? How?

JON MCDANIEL: It was a surprise rollup, it happened center ring, and it happened because it was a surprise to Reaver who was… guess what… surprised.

Commercial for Robinson: The Very Best of the Best

“Hard Rock Hallelujah” hits up in the speakers as the crowd, well they boo this man as heavily as they will boo Marcus Marion, as much as they do Rob Robinson, needless to say, he is pretty well hated because of his association with Rob Robinson.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way from Parts Unknown; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… THE DRAGON!

Dragon steps into the ring, giving a snarling comment to the fans who are lustily booing him.

“This Moment” queues up and the crowd… well they are up on their feet, damn right!

ERIC EMERSON: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs one hundred and eighty pounds… the Main Event of the Midway, the Champion of the Carnies,… THE FREAK!

The Freak explodes from the back, throwing shirts Rebel Pro memorabilia to the crowd as well as Best of Rebel Pro 2009 DVDs out to the crowd before hopping into the ring. Freak is wearing a t-shirt that reads “Here Lizard Lizard lizard” and on the back is a picture of The Dragon wearing diapers. Freak looks up into the rafters as he spins around and all of a sudden replicas of this shirt fall from the ceiling.

DING DING

Dragon comes out of the corner firing right and left throat thrusts towards Freak who is just caught off guard. Dragon drops down quickly sweeping Freak’s legs out from under him. Dragon off the ropes quickly with a springboard backflip into a shin across Freak’s throat. Dragon yells something down into Freak’s upturned face before dragging him back up to his feet. Irish whip sends Freak into the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Dragon coming out firing on all cylinders here.

COREY TAYLOR: What is different than any other week?

Dragon runs in, flipping over to slam an elbow into Freak’s chest, doing his best to showboat a bit before hitting his elbow. Freak stumbles out of the corner and here comes Dragon with a rolling thunder clothesline taking the former Aggression Champion down. Dragon pops up to his feet, yelling something unintelligible to the crowb before he pulls Freak back up to a vertical base.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak unable to mount a bit of offense here.

JON MCDANIEL: One must wonder if Freak has his head in the game here tonight or what he must be thinking about.

Dragon with a stinging chop to the chest before following up with a rapid fire second and third chop. Dragon spins around kicking Freak in the ribs before Irish whipping Freak into the corner. Dragon with another run before leaping into the air to land on Freak’s shoulders, flipping him out of the corner with a hurricanrana!

COREY TAYLOR: Look at Dragon go!

JON MCDANIEL: Freak needs to get his head into the game here or this match will be over!

Dragon pulls Freak back up, stinging chop to the chest. Dragon looks to the crowd before spinning around, slapping the damn taste right out of Freak’s mouth. Freak spins down to one knee from the impact, but a light seems to be shining in his eyes now. Freak allows Dragon to pull him back up, but Freak fires a right and left punch combo into Dragon’s midsection doubling him over from the impact of the blows. Freak with a snapping neckbreaker has Dragon on his back and he is back up.

JON MCDANIEL: Here we go!

COREY TAYLOR: That Son of a bitch!

Freak grabs Dragon into a headlock, using the crook of his elbow to lodge it under his chin and wear The Dragon down.

JON MCDANIEL: Freak going for a submission here?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like a blatent choke if you ask me.

JON MCDANIEL: Good thing I didn’t then.

Dragon gets over onto one knee, but Freak rleases the hold in favor of mounting a ground and pound tactic. Freak throwing down rights and lefts onto Dragon’s face as Referee Alec Wilcox pulls Freak off of Dragon warning him about the closed fists.

JON MCDANIEL: Alec putting his hands on the wrestlers, that is totally uncalled for!

COREY TAYLOR: I saw Alec do no such thing.

Dragon begins to pull himself up, but Freak is a kind soul and helps him up. Collar and elbow lockup, Freak goes behind quickly into a rear waistlock. Dragon breaks out of the hold into one of his own. Exactly what Freak wanted as he rolls forward sending Dragon scrambling to hold onto the top rope. Freak flying through the air with a roundhouse kick sending Dragon over the top to the outside. Freak wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes launching himself over with a suicide plancha onto the rising Dragon. The impact sends both into the railing that is extremely close to the ring thanks to the overly large stage in the arena. Freak pulls himself up, whipping Dragon into the apron before coming with a clothesline. Dragon ducks out of the way slamming a kick into Freak’s ribs as he bounces out of the way. Dragon up on the apron running along coming down with a bicycle kick, but Freak manages to dive out of the way. Dragon catches himself.

JON MCDANIEL: What a move!

COREY TAYLOR: Both men taking out all the stops here!

Dragon lands back on the apron, up to the middle rope, back flipping onto the Freak taking him out. Dragon picks him up, rolling him into the ring before climbing back in himself. Dragon pulls Freak up, pounding him with elbows to the side of his temple and lifting him up, slamming him, but Freak counters. Freak with a quick succession of elbows fires them into Dragon’s head sending him down to one knee. Freak off the ropes, slamming a knee into Dragon’s head sending him down on his face. Frak pulls him up, Irish whip into the corner. Freak flips himself over, slamming his elbow into Dragon’s chest, doing his best to mock him as much as possible. Dragon stumbles out of the corner, right into a belly to belly that Freak doesn’t release upon impact. Freak rolls over, kneeing Dragon in the midsection, but Dragon fires a punch into Freak’s thigh. Freak falls back, Dragon sweeps his legs out from under him.

JON MCDANIEL: What fast paced action!

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t even see The Dragon, all I see is Freak on the canvas!

Dragon locks on a heel hook, looking to either ground Freak or to make him submit. Too bad he doesn’t see the foot that comes over connecting with the side of his head. Dragon falls over but Freak is slow to pull himself up to his feet. Dragon begins to stir, Freak right behind him.

JON MCDANIEL: Rear Naked Choke!

Alec looks around, he knows this is a perfectly legal move, and he wants to help out The Pantheon, but he doesn’t want to damage The Dragon.

JON MCDANIEL: Looks like Alec is in a bit of a pickle here.

COREY TAYLOR: Um…. that is a blatent choke! I can see it!

Alec turns to the curtain, hoping for some guidance when Freak drops the hold long enough to slap Dragon’s hand on the canvas three times in rapid fire succession. Freak immediately locks the hold back on and waits. Having no choice, and thinking that Dragon tapped, he signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: He didn’t tap Alec!

JON MCDANIEL: Unfortunately, the decision has been made.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match as a result of submission…. THE FREAK!

Freak slaps Dragon on the cheek lightly before flipping over the rope and to the back, waving to the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: I’m being told we have another Phoenix member down in the back. This night is shaping up well as most of the former Rebel Pro roster will be arrested before the night is over.

We go to the back and see Moke Doshkey down on the ground. Written on his back in the same black spray paint is the word “That’s”.

JON MCDANIEL: Damn that’s….what’s this getting at?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know Jon. Maybe we’ll find out later tonight. Bet your ass that Mr. The Phoenix is searching out to find out what is going on.

Commercial for Baked Beans because Robinson is a gas.

JON MCDANIEL: Welcome back to the ring, wrestling fans! Coming right up next, the Bluegrass Mafia will be defending their World Tag titles against the Dark Market! And what a match that is shaping up to be!

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about? The Dark Market didn’t even record a promo this week.

JON MCDANIEL: Yeah, I know, but I always have to be positive. You know, optimistic.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but there’s a line, man. You should never cross the line!

“Believe” by the Bravery hits the PA, and out from the curtain walks the Dark Market, looking very focused, but the fans give them little reaction.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the Robinson Pro World Tag Team Championship! Introducing the challengers! Representing Portland, Oregon, and Reno, Nevada respectively! Weighing in at a total combined weight of FOUR hundred EIGHTY ONE POUNDS! “The Richest SOB” Eric Thompson! “The Motivator” Brian Williams! The DARK! MARKET!

Little or no reaction from the fans as the Dark Market climb into the ring and raise their arms to the crowd. Then Meatloaf blasts over the PA, and the crowd goes CAH-RAZY as the Bluegrass Mafia walks out from the back!

ERIC EMERSON: And now, the team you’ve all been waiting for! They represent Wickliffe and Paducah, Kentucky respectively! Weighing in at a total combined weight of FIVE hundred THIRTY FIVE POUNDS! Accompanied to the ring by the lovely Lyndsay Valentine, they ARE! THE ROBINSON PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! “The BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS! “J-KURT” JONOTHAN KURTIS! THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA! TWO! POINT! OH!

COREY TAYLOR: Now, who the hell paid him to give them such a LONG WINDED introduction?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh, who cares? They’re the champions, after all!

The Bluegrass Mafia hit the ring as Lyndsay Valentine waits on the outside of the apron. Looks like Eric Thompson is going to start things off, and J-Kurt and Matthew rock paper scissors to see who will start. Jonothan wins, and referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell! J-Kurt and Thompson lock up collar and elbow style but Kurtis is quickly backed into the corner due to size difference. Matthew is quick to assist his younger brother, delivering a shot to Thompson’s head, causing him to reel into the middle of the ring. Matthew pep talks Jonothan, and J-Kurt is back in this match, hitting a rising Thompson with a STIFF roundhouse kick that would make Chuck Norris flinch! Thompson hits the mat as J-Kurt hits a ROLLING THUNDER followed by a quick pin!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by Thompson at two and a half!

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt on the offensive here, Thompson really needs a tag!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, if Thompson doesn’t get a tag then Williams won’t be able to wrestle, McDaniel.

Thompson reaches for his corner, but J-Kurt grabs him by the hair, his attitude getting both a pop from the crowd and a warning from Wilcox, and drags him over to Matthew. J-Kurt tags in Matthew and the brothers set up Thompson in the corner for some hurt. Here comes Williams with the save, but Wilcox warns him to get out of the ring, leaving the Bluegrass Mafia to do their damage in the corner! Mudhole stomps from both brothers! J-Kurt off the middle rope, Matthew with a military press on his OWN brother… SLAMS on top of Thompson! That move was killer! J-Kurt, injured from that move, rolls out of the ring as Matthew picks up Thompson and Williams finally relents. Matthew grabs Thompson and irish whips him into the ropes, NAILING him on the rebound with a YAKUZA KICK that levels him! Matthew picks up Thompson to deliver more damage and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Thompson hits sternum-first, and HARD, bouncing back and turning around straight into a MATTHEW KURTIS BEARHUG! The crowd pops huge as Thompson appears to be fading fast! NO THOMPSON WITH A DESPERATION EYE POKE! Matthew holds his eye as he drops Thompson, and Thompson hits him with a DROP KICK to the knee that drops him to one knee! Thompson off the ropes LARIAT levels the big man and THOMPSON NEEDS A TAG! Williams is reaching! Thompson is crawling! Matthew is coming around! ALMOST THERE!

JON MCDANIEL: HOT TAG TO WILLIAMS!

WILLIAMS IS IN THE RING, charges KURTIS!

LARIAT to the big man almost puts him down! Williams off the ropes with a KNEE LIFT but the big man STILL DOESN’T GO DOWN! OFF THE ROPES A THIRD TIME!

And he’s absolutely LEVELED by a Matthew Kurtis Clothesline from Kentucky! Matthew tags in J-Kurt, grabs Williams… IRISH WHIP!

RIGHT INTO A JONOTHAN KURTIS SUPER KICK! J-Kurt heads to the top rope as Matthew lifts Williams. BLUEGRASS BOMB and Williams is out! J-KURT OFF THE TOP! FLIPPING LEG DROP! AND J-KURT GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

THOMPSON RUSHED IN FOR THE SAVE!

TWO!

THOMPSON DIVES… GETS CLOTHESLINED BY MATTHEW!

THREE!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your WINNER and STILL ROBINSON PRO WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! The BLUEGRASS MAFIA! TWO! POINT! OH!

JON MCDANIEL: Well, an impressive victory from the BGM 2.0 but it didn’t really look like the Dark Market were very focused.

COREY TAYLOR: No way, man, I didn’t see any effort from those guys. Sucks, too, because if they had been focused on this match, we might have seen a different outcome tonight!

JON MCDANIEL: Right you are, Taylor. We have to go to commercial, but stay tuned! More Robinson Pro action right after this!

The BGM raise their arms in victory as Thompson helps Williams out of the ring to the immense cheers of a Coalition-supportive crowd!

- Commercial -

- MEGAVISION -

The camera fades in to see Johnny Maverick, in full ring gear, carrying his Aggression Championship over his shoulder, walking through the backstage toward the arena. Just as he is about to enter the arena, a familiar voice clears his throat behind him. The World Heavyweight Champion, The Falcon, appears behind him as the camera tracks, carrying his own belt over the shoulder of his red tuxedo tee shirt. Maverick turns to see his guest, however uninvited, and snarls.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the big bad bird himself?

The Falcon smiles, genuinely amused.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: This isn’t a social visit, I imagine?

The Falcon stands up straight and begins to approach Maverick.

THE FALCON: Kind of lonely up there in dreamland… Isn’t it?

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You get used to it. How is it up there on Ass Hole Mountain?

The Falcon chuckles this time, amused. Maverick echoes his chuckle mockingly as the Falcon begins to circle Maverick. The Falcon stops between him and the arena as his smile disappears, no longer amused.

THE FALCON: Must be hard to start a revolution without any followers, eh Johnny? I can see that you’re frustrated.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I do my best work frustrated.

THE FALCON: (ignoring Maverick) What kind of old buddy would I be if I didn’t offer you an… alternative?

Maverick pauses.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Alternative?

The Falcon begins to circle Maverick again, speaking deliberately.

THE FALCON: Come on, Johnny. Stop the charade. Even REBEL Pro’s most patriotic wrestlers have deserted you. You’re about to take up arms against the world, Johnny, and you’re going to do it alone. Are you sure that’s what you want to do?

Maverick pauses again, the look on his face suggests that he’s actually considering the Falcon’s words. The Falcon circles behind Maverick as he continues to speak.

THE FALCON: You know… you don’t have to, Johnny. You can forget about fighting a losing battle, with or without those clowns. See, those quote-unquote “wrestlers” that refuse to help you? They’re stupid, Johnny. Naive–

Maverick shoots the Falcon a nasty glare.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You’d have to be crazy to ask me what I think you’re about to.

The Falcon continues to speak, slowing in his step only a bit, completely ignoring Maverick.

THE FALCON: They can’t do the things that you’ve done. Without you, they haven’t got a chance at restoring the old REBEL. What am I asking you to do, Johnny? I’m asking you to show them their mistake.

The Falcon completes his circle and stands in front of Maverick yet again.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You know… You almost make a sick sort of sense…

The Falcon grins a little in the corner of his mouth, which disappears as quickly as it came.

THE FALCON: If they won’t join you, Maverick… Why not join me?

There is a long pause as Maverick appears to carefully consider the Falcon’s offer. The Falcon’s smile gets wider with every passing second.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You know I’d have to think about this, right?

The Falcon shrugs.

THE FALCON: Probably. That’s fine. If you’re as smart as I think you are, it won’t take you long to figure out the right choice. Especially if you want this belt as badly as you say.

Maverick nods and turns. He thinks for maybe five or six seconds before he turns back and spits in the Falcon’s face.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I don’t care who’s spine I have to snap on the way. I WILL have that belt sooner or later.

Maverick shoves past the Falcon and heads through a doorway into the arena. The Falcon, look of pure annoyance and rage on his face, wipes the saliva off his face as he turns to look toward the arena. The camera zooms in on his blood red eyes, FULL of hate, as he nods slowly.

THE FALCON: If you say so.

The Falcon turns and walks off shot as the camera slowly fades to black.

Kid Rock’s “Cocky” hits as the crowd goes batshit.

Eric Emerson: He hails from Kentucky but is now fighting out of North Carolina, he weighs in at 230 pounds…..’The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!!

The Show comes out slapping hands with the fans at ringside before entering the ring.

Jon McDaniel: That is certainly a big, freaking pop for the challenger.

Corey Taylor: Wow, he has the love of a bunch of inbred hicks. Way to go.

“Lead Into Demise” by Kingdom of Sorrow plays the champion to the ring.

Eric Emerson: From Washington, D.C.; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, your Robinson-Pro Aggression Champion… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny is greeted to a pop equally as loud as the one for his opponent. He trots to the ring, and holds up his belt. First he points to Chad, then to his belt, nodding.

Jon McDaniel: It looks like the crowd is torn on who to support in this match.

Eric Emerson: I’m pulling for a double DQ.

Jon McDaniel: Well of course you are.

The bell rings and they lock up. Maverick attempts to strike first with a forearm, but Kurtis catches his arm and respond with a swift kick to the back. Johnny stumbles forward, and Chad holds onto his wrist and delivers a short-arm clothesline, causing him to fall back on his ass.
Chad follows up with an elbow drop, which he hits. However, when he springs back up to deliver another one, Maverick rolls out of the way and get back up. The two men charge at each other, Mav ducking a clothesline, but whiffing on a spinning heel kick. Chad lays into him with a series of shots that come awful close to being closed fist. Kurtis scores a shoulder block takedown and continues to lay into Johnny while on top of him.

Jon McDaniel: The Show is controlling the match so far.

Corey Taylor: It looks like we may have trouble.

We see Jacob Venar making his way through the crowd to sit ringside where he waves his ticket to show how and why he is there.

Jon McDaniel: He better not cause any trouble for the competitors in this contest.

Corey Taylor: Or else what? What are you going to do about it?

Maverick has gotten back up and is taking control with a knee to the gut. He whips Chad into the ropes and lets him run into a dropkick. Johnny stomps on the challenger a bit before running the ropes and coming back with an elbow drop of his own. Mav picks him up, and Chad slugs him in the jaw. Chad follows up with a series of knife-edged chops to the neck and chest of the champ. He executes an inverted atomic drop, leaving the champ clutching his groin in pain.

Corey Taylor: That was a low blow! Where’s the ref?

Jon McDaniel: It’s a legal move, since the groin wasn’t being targeted.

Corey Taylor: My ass it wasn’t.

Kurtis nails a bulldog. He picks up Maverick only to quickly drop him again with a sit out face-buster. He goes for a cover.

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Johnny kicks out and rolls away from Kurtis. They tangle up, with Chad getting Johnny in a headlock. He runs the champ into the turnbuckle, then holds him against it while climbing the ropes delivering more brutal chops. Johnny reverses with a spinebuster. He catches Chad with a savate kick as he tries to get up. Johnny jumps up and drives his knees into the sternum of his opponent. He goes for a cover.

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The Show gets his shoulder up just before the ref slapped the canvas for a second time. Mav remains on offense, rolling Kurtis over and applying a full nelson. Kurtis tries to power out of this hold, but Maverick seems to have him securely locked in it. However, he is strong enough to resist submission and thus, things slow down. Chad pushes his way towards the ropes, with Johnny trying to stay where he is. It looks as though Chad will make it to the edge and get the rope break, but Johnny pulls him away and keeps the hold on. Somehow though, Chad is able to escape the lock and get away from Mav, though he clearly hurting from the pressure on his neck. Johnny sends him into the ropes, but Chad avoids a clothesline, instead grabbing his outstretched arm and sweeping the leg to knock him off his feet. Chad puts his legs around the arm and his arms around the champ’s neck, locking him in a crossface. This time, it’s the aggression champion’s turn to try to reach for the ring ropes. Maverick appears to be in more danger than Kurtis was, as the crossface is a more effective submission hold.

Jon McDaniel: Maverick is in some trouble here. We could see a new champ.

Corey Taylor: He’d just be a placeholder until a deserving Pantheon member takes what is rightfully his.

Just like before, the victim of the submission hold manages to crawl all the way to where the ring ropes are. However, just like before, the attacker is able to drag him back to the center of the ring just as the other is about to make contact. It looks as though Johnny is about to give up, but he suddenly finds the strength to craw back to the ropes. This time, he’s able to touch them, and Kurtis is forced to break. Chad keeps up the attack though, performing his Showtime maneuver. He goes for a cover.

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Somehow, Mav manages to kickout of this one. They get tied up with each other, trading punches and kicks. Suddenly, Johnny pulls out his much beloved OF,MF!, causing Chad to flip over onto his back. Johnny picks him up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Mav chops him up before placing him on the top of the turnbuckle. Before he can pull off some kickass move, the Show reverses and they both fall to the floor.

Jon McDaniel: Oh my god! Both men take a plunge.

Corey Taylor: Good maybe they’ll both be crippled.

The two men writhe around on the floor as the referee starts to count. They slowly work their way up, and glare at each other. They decide not to attack each other, rather deciding to hurry up and get back in the ring.

Corey Taylor: Dammit, so close.

Once back in, the action gets really hot, as both guys try to break out their big moves. Johnny strikes first with THIS IS SPARTA!, but Chad is able to skin the cat and avoid being thrown back outside. Chad comes off the top rope, performing a flying lariat. Kurtis goes back up to the top and hits the Bluegrass Breeze. Chad sets him up for his finisher, the CK Finale. However, Johnny reverses into Oops I broke Him. The Show stumbles around trying regain his composure, but Maverick is able to execute his finisher, Another Body Murdered. He covers.

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The bell rings, and Maverick has retained the Aggression belt. The ref holds his arm and hands him the prize, which his other arm holds up high in the air. The fans show their appreciation for what they’ve seen, though Venar is applauding sarcastically. Johnny glares at the world champ and lets him know that he’s coming after him. Jacob doesn’t seem too concerned.

Commercial for Robinson again, because he’s paying for the show and he is the best… not one of the best, but the best on the Planet!

JON MCDANIEL: Welcome back from commercial fans, I’m just looking at the program, here, and it looks like coming up we have the main eve–

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM?”

JON MCDANIEL: Woops, it looks like the World Champion has decided to make his appearance!

You can barely hear the sound of 12 Stones’ “Anthem for the Underdog” as the fans boo the hell out of the man who just walked through the curtain. He’s wearing black jeans, a red and black tuxedo tee shirt, red skate shoes, his hair is in a ponytail, and is carrying the REBEL Pro World Championship belt over his shoulder.

JON MCDANIEL: That’s not the Robinson Pro title…

COREY TAYLOR: No, that’s the REBEL Pro title! Robinson’s not going to like this…

Indeed it is! Not the Robinson Pro title, but the REBEL Pro title is draped over his shoulder. A lot of fans along the aisle and at ringside become very confused at this realization that the confederate flag is emblazoned on the front of the gold, and even start to feel a little hope for REBEL Pro, but most of them still boo behind 12 Stones. The Falcon walks to the ring, obviously taking his time, soaking in the crowd’s apparent “appreciation” for him. He finally gets to the ring and climbs through the ropes. He stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd and music finally quiet down, and then smirks as he raises the microphone to his lips. As he takes a breath to speak the crowd starts to get rowdy again, roaring their disapproval at the new champion. He drops the microphone back to his side as the smirk disappears. With a true annoyed look on his face, the Falcon raises the microphone to his lips once more.

THE FALCON: The sooner you all shut the hell up, the sooner I say what I came here to say, the sooner we can all go home. Your choice.

COREY TAYLOR: He does make a good point.

The crowd finally calms down and the Falcon raises the microphone to his lips again.

THE FALCON: You people sure are… ignorant. Aren’t you?

More boos, but the Falcon continues to speak so they don’t get a roll on.

THE FALCON: Let’s think back, shall we? To a month ago. You all would have been happy as a clam to see me carry the World Heavyweight Championship. Not one of you would have any objection to the idea of me LEADING this company. Better than having that loud-mouth ignorant blonde own this show, don’t you think?

JON MCDANIEL: Which “blonde” is he talking about?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m not really sure, but there are only two to pick from. And they’re BOTH in tonight’s main event coming up!

The crowd buzzes a little.

THE FALCON: Okay, so the circumstances are a little different. I’ll give you that. Different owner… different title… different company, really. I just want you all to understand that I am NO different than I was a month ago before all of this crap started to happen. A little richer, maybe, but still the same guy. I’m just on the opposite side of the board. But the fact of the matter is, I’m the champion now. And that’s something that you and the rest of the locker room really need to start getting used to.

“YOU SOLD OUT” chants begin to fill the arena as the Falcon chuckles, scratching his head.

JON MCDANIEL: The fans seem to think differently!

COREY TAYLOR: And how!

THE FALCON: So THAT’S what you think of me. You think that I “sold out” to Robinson and his pathetic crew of miscreants and THAT’S why I’m the World Champion. Hell, you all probably think I “sold out” to BECOME the champion, don’t you?

Boos mean “Yes”. The Falcon continues.

THE FALCON: See, that’s the reason I came out here tonight. Not just to respond to Johnny Maverick’s challenge, but because there are several pesky misconceptions that really need to be cleared up.

The Falcon pauses while the fans quiet down.

THE FALCON: The first of which is that I sold out to the Pantheon and that I “work” for the Phoenix. Let’s have everyone in the audience and in the locker room listen real close to what I’m about to say, because I’m not really big on repeating myself.

As the Falcon continues he speaks very deliberately.

THE FALCON: I do not work for Rob Robinson.

The fans buzz in confusion.

JON MCDANIEL: Wait… what?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m lost too, McDaniel…

THE FALCON: Well, I mean, sure, on paper. He books the shows, he signs the paychecks, that’s life. But I do not react to a little tug of Robinson’s proverbial leash. He says “Jump”, I say “Go (BLEEP) yourself”. Because, contrary to popular belief, Rob Robinson does not own the Falcon. The Falcon owns the Falcon. That’s exactly why, two weeks ago, I stood happily at the entrance and watched as the Pantheon, at my TOTAL control, did what Robinson told me to do personally. Why? Because there was nothing in it for me. What use is there in ending the career of another pathetic jobbing newbie? What purpose would be served if I lay waste to a couple of has-been wrestling superstars? That’s not my business, Rob. So I sent your lackeys to do your dirty work. I let the mutts loose long enough to cause some havoc, although I know they could never do any real damage, and was content to watch from the curtain. You think it was satisfaction on my face? No, that smile was pure amusement. I’ve never felt that kind of… empowerment before. I’ve never had pathetic lackeys at my disposal before. Sure, they’ll never accomplish much, or ever amount to anything, but for a couple of minutes there I actually had some fun, watching a couple of mindless automatons jump when I say jump and dance when I say dance. Anyway, I’m getting off the point. Rob Robinson owns the company I work for and, consequently, my pay check. So, yes, I do what is asked of me or expected of me, when it’s REALLY worth it, so I can continue to do what I love and get paid DAMN well to do it. You pathetic spits of flesh do the exact same thing every God damned day, and yet, for some reason, you HATE me for it.

More boos as the Falcon lowers his microphone. After a moment, he raises it to speak.

THE FALCON: But that’s not the only reason I do it. Why else do you think I joined the Pantheon three weeks ago? To get the World title? NO, you confederate morons, not to become World Champion. Shit, I didn’t even know he was going to give this thing to me that night. You know me, you KNOW I prefer a good, HARD fought victory over being handed one. But see, when Robinson bought the company, I accepted it, unlike the fools in the back. The time to act was long since passed the minute that coward Gordon signed this company over to Robinson. So all I really could do was accept that things were changing around here. Everyone else was content to stand there with their thumbs up their asses until things got really bad and then decided that maybe they should do something about it, which, by the way, isn’t going to work. But me? I moved on. Almost.

Confusion in the audience as the Falcon smirks.

THE FALCON: See, I didn’t care much for Robinson’s new rules. That ass clown was taking all of the fun out of REBEL Pro, every reason I had to join this federation in the first place. So what should I have done? Fought the boss? Hah, yeah that’s a really good idea. That is, if you consider unemployment a step forward in life, if you consider standing in line at the unemployment office fun. I approached our new “boss”, kindly asked him to keep his referees off my back, and what was the compromise? Beat the hell out of the Freak. Done and done. Easy. Well, okay, not so much “easy” as “enjoyable”. That was the night I realized that having our “boss” owe me a favor or two was probably in my best interest. So, when the “boss” asked me to join his little crew in exchange for the restoration of REBEL Pro rules in my matches? I was happy to accept. I stepped forward when all of my pathetic colleagues in the back there decided that they wanted to take a step back. I embraced change and benefitted from it while they shunned it and are now suffering, wallowing in their own self-pity and self-doubt, drowning in their envy of me and my accomplishments. And you all, like them, are upset by this, maddened by the realization that I have succeeded in becoming a REBEL Pro Grand Slam Champion because I was ahead of the curve. So, let’s be real here. You, and all the people in the back right now, are not angry because I “sold out” to the boss. You hate me because I’m smarter than you.

BOOOOO. The Falcon smirks, then quickly looks annoyed again.

JON MCDANIEL: These fans sure don’t think so!

COREY TAYLOR: Actually, I happen to agree with the Falcon. He’s got some good points.

THE FALCON: Don’t try to tell me that you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you were in my position. Every human being on this planet shares the same characteristic; you are all hypocrites. You speak out against greed and narcissism, and yet each one of them in the locker room wish they could be in my position, angry because I thought of doing what I did before they did. And you, you all hate me because I did what was best for me when that’s all any of you pathetic creatures ever do; you look out for numero uno. And because of that, your word doesn’t mean much to me, and I really could give a shit what you think about me or what I do. Because of what I did, whether you like it or not, I am the World Heavyweight Champion, and because of how I acquired it there isn’t a soul in that locker room who doesn’t want to knock me out and take the belt. Johnny Maverick is back there right now teetering on the edge of sanity waiting, just WAITING, to hear my answer to his challenge, hanging on my every word, driving himself INSANE waiting to hear whether or not he has a future in professional wrestling – by the way, if you missed that, it’s because if I accept I’m going to break his neck. And because of all of your envy and all of your pure hatred for me, simply by being the champion I have made this title the most sought after belt in Professional Wrestling, and brought life back to this pitiful company and it’s championship that an hour ago nobody but Johnny Maverick had any desire for. So say thank you.

More boos as the Falcon pauses, preparing to bring up his next point.

THE FALCON: Now, the second misconception that needs clearing up is the rumor going around that I don’t deserve to carry this here World Heavyweight Championship. Up until this point, I have been Carolinas Champion, Aggression Champion, World Tag Champion, and Number One Contender’s Cup holder. When I came back to REBEL Pro after my car accident, I went six matches undefeated to claim and defend the Aggression Championship, pinning Johnny Maverick and risking my life on top of a ladder and a scaffold to defeat Justin Case with Maverick as a guest referee. After losing the Aggression title I won the World tag title by pinning Damien Alexander on the VERY NEXT SHOW and went on to carry that belt for three (BLEEP)ing months, carrying that deadweight Maverick on my shoulders. I have a win over REBEL icon Bubba J and one of the best win-loss records in Rebel Pro wrestling today. If you don’t think that I deserve to be the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion, you’re (BLEEP)in’ high. Now, I know you all didn’t come out here for a history lesson – because that’s all it is, ancient history – but if you people insist on being ignorant and stupid, things need to be said to straighten you out. That goes to you dumb rednecks in the back, too.

JON MCDANIEL: Well, the Falcon obviously doesn’t want any friends in this arena tonight, does he?

COREY TAYLOR: He doesn’t need ‘em! He’s got the Pantheon to protect him!

The Falcon takes a moment’s pause as he walks around the ring, starting to get worked up. He climbs the turnbuckle and sits on the top, rubbing his tender right knee, the belt still over his shoulder, as the crowd begins to quiet down. After a moment he leans back, lifting the microphone to his lips.

THE FALCON: Now. The last misconception is that I am afraid to accept Johnny Maverick’s challenge for the World title. I’ve been called a pussy by Maverick and, a little more creatively, a chicken by REBEL’s resident redneck, Bubba J.

“CHICKEN SHIT” chants begin to fill the arena as the Falcon’s eyebrows dim in disgust.

JON MCDANIEL: Hah, well we know what the fans think!

COREY TAYLOR: I wish they’d stop interrupting. I’d like to hear this, believe it or not.

THE FALCON: I think that deep down we all know the truth to that one. Don’t we, ladies and gentlemen?

The Falcon jumps down from his perch atop the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring, dropping his world title on the canvas next to him.

THE FALCON: I have never backed down from a challenge in my entire life. I’ve never cowered in fear from ANYONE. Even when NAPW and REBEL’s resident giants stood in my way. So, when I say that my refusal to defend my title tonight is not out of fear, you know, I mean REALLY know, that I am telling you the truth. I’ve beaten Johnny Maverick before. I’ve been in the ring with him on countless occasions, and really, I’m not impressed. In fact, let me tell you a little something about Johnny Maverick, something that I’ve gathered from our past conversations and entanglements in the ring.

The Falcon pauses for effect, more out of amusement than anything else.

THE FALCON: Johnny Maverick is a complete joke.

BOOO!

THE FALCON: Listen to you morons. Before tonight, Johnny Maverick had done absolutely NOTHING to deserve a world title shot from ANYONE, let alone myself. The man does nothing but talk, and he never backs it up. Maybe against Marina Blue or Chad Kurtis but never against me. He couldn’t beat me a month ago, he couldn’t beat me two weeks ago, and my bet was that he couldn’t beat me now. The man couldn’t even pull his weight in what was SUPPOSED to be the most dominating alliance in REBEL Pro history. What use would there be in proving myself against a man who has never beaten me or even been on my level? See that’s why I was going to use tonight to see if he’d changed since I gave up the tag titles to the Pantheon, to see if he was worth any more than two and a half minutes of my time. I needed to know my decision tonight. I needed to know that it’s the right one. But I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll get to that in a minute.

The Falcon paces again as the crowd buzzes. He stops pacing when he raises the mic to his lips.

THE FALCON: See, when Maverick suggested that I was ducking him, it wasn’t really far from the truth. But I wasn’t ducking him out of fear, it was more like… the way a child tries to duck his younger brother. It’s more annoyance than anything else, Maverick. Not fear. For months you’ve been tugging at my sleeve, begging for attention, asking for the chance to be RELEVANT, Johnny, and I even gave it to you. I carried you to two World Tag Championships. But now you want a chance to play with the big boys and fight for my belt, the biggest prize in sports entertainment today – because, let’s face it, WWE is currently spiraling downward, TNA has always sucked, NAPW is closing in a week, and what the hell is the PWA? – because for some reason, Johnny, it all wasn’t good enough. But see, I’m not as big a dick as you think I am. Instead of flat REFUSING to let you get close to me, I decided I would give you one week, one show, to prove that you deserve a shot at my title. It’s not about fear, Johnny. Shit, I could care less if you climbed into the ring and actually beat me for the title. If I thought there was actually a legitimate chance for you to beat me and take the belt, I would have accepted your offer in a heart beat. I already mentioned that I prefer a good, hard fought victory over a blowout. But before tonight, Johnny, I wasn’t sure that you had that capability. Against my better judgement, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, came out here tonight, and watched your match against Chad Kurtis. And do you know what, Maverick?

The Falcon pauses, looking up at the entrance way as the crowd quiets down to hear his next words.

THE FALCON: When you first challenged me for the belt… I should have told you to go (BLEEP) yourself.

BOOO!

THE FALCON: As far as I’m concerned, Maverick, I already earned this belt from you on several occasions. And it wasn’t by knowing the right people, Maverick, it was by sweating and bleeding everything I have in this ring every God damned night. It was by proving night after night that I’m better than you in every way, shape and form. It was by beating you, and denying you victory over me time and time again. Take it this way, ass hat, by refusing you a World title shot, I have given you a few more weeks to enjoy your career. Pro-Wrestling 101; don’t bet your career against a man who, in a million years, you would never beat.

The crowd continues to boo as the Falcon reaches down and picks up his belt, slinging it over his shoulder as he stands. As he raises his mic to his lips to speak once more, strange music takes over the PA.

COREY TAYLOR: What the hell?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh, God. I know that music.

COREY TAYLOR: Is that Creed?

JON MCDANIEL: That’s Ryan Ross from the PWA! I wonder what business he has here?

Creed’s “Freedom Fighter” blares over the PA as Ryan Ross from the PWA walks out on to the Robinson Pro stage with a microphone in hand. He raises the mic to his mouth as the music fades.

RYAN ROSS: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Jacob! I came to this show trying to enjoy myself, but you coming out here and just… Well it sounds something like “blah, blah blah, blah, blah blah blah.”

The fans chuckle and give a little pop as Ross steps to the other side of the stage to continue. The Falcon watches from the ring with his arms folded in his chest and several things like HATE swimming in his red eyes.

RYAN ROSS: I’m not coming out here now to shut you up, or ruin whatever the (BLEEP) you were trying to do, but… wait, no, that’s exactly what I’m doing out here. You see Jacob I see you saying your not a little chicken shit, you don’t back down, but you do things on your terms, I understand that. I understand that you’re a large pile of shit and that I need to help you get over your little problem.

The fans give another pop and start a “CHICKEN SHIT” chant but it ends as Ross lifts his hands for silence once again. The Falcon’s upper lip begins to twitch with rage.

COREY TAYLOR: The fans are really buying into this guy despite the fact he’s from the PWA!

JON MCDANIEL: I think these fans would really buy into anyone who stood up to the Falcon!

RYAN ROSS: I don’t know if you’ve heard but I’ve beaten Bubba J several times. A feat that you seem to have failed miserably at. In fact I heard he got so tired of kicking your ass he quit.

A resounding OOOOOOH echoes throughout the arena as the Falcon’s expression takes a little bit more hostility. Ross smirks as he continues.

RYAN ROSS: Now here is your chance to make up for it. I figure if you can beat me wouldn’t that legitimize you? How about you, challenge me to a match next Rampage, huh? Uh, maybe a no ropes barbed wire death match?

The fans pop huge for this turn and wait for the answer from the Falcon, who, despite the anger in his eyes, begins to smile. Ross raises an eyebrow as the Falcon raises the microphone to his lips once more.

THE FALCON: What the (BLEEP) do you think this is? REBEL Pro?

BOOO! Ross raises his own microphone, but the Falcon cuts him off.

THE FALCON: Now, don’t get your panties in a bunch, whoever the hell you are. You got balls, coming out here and bringing up my match with Bubba J. Do you have any idea what I could do to you? I got four guys in the back right now that are paid to answer my every beck and call. All I gotta do is nod, and they come out here and end your (BLEEP)ing career, just like they did to the Fallen Angel.

The fans boo tremendously as the Falcon stands and glares at Ross. After a moment or two of stare-down, the Falcon finally speaks again.

THE FALCON: But I guess you can count yourself lucky that making up for that bull shit against Bubba J… sounds like a really good idea.

The fans pop huge as Ross smiles triumphantly.

THE FALCON: You got yourself a match. But no barbed wire bull shit, you crazy mother (BLEEP)er, and it certainly won’t be for my World title. I’ll fight you under the same rules I fought Bubba J. REBEL Pro rules. In case you didn’t know, that means there ARE no rules. That good enough, you overzealous (BLEEP)? Just remember something, you son of a bitch. No matter what the rules, you can’t beat me. You can’t even stop me. Now get the hell out of my arena.

The Falcon drops the microphone and the crowd can no longer be heard as “Anthem for the Underdog” takes over the PA once more. Fade to commercial as Ryan Ross and the Falcon stare down across the arena and the proverbial sparks fly.

- Commercial Break -

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for these men’s very livelihood!

“Smooth” by Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas glides through the PA!

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 220 pounds….’The Future’ Chris Casino!!!

Casino steps out from the back and gets a mixed reaction from the Robinson Pro crowd! With a confident smirk, he makes his way towards the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent…..

“My Michelle” by GNR replaces smooth crooning of Casinos theme music.

ERIC EMERSON: Accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds….’The Revolutionary’ Marcus Marion!!!

Marion and the ever lovely Rhodes emerge from the back and like Casino, get a mixed reaction from the crowd. They might not love these men, but they respect them.

JON MCDANIEL: This is it, the rubber match between two of Robinson Pro top stars! It’s also the LAST time these two will meet in a one on one encounter so this will be for not only bragging rights but for a chance to compete in the ring next week!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s gonna be Ego-Mania 2010!!!

Both men are now in the ring, Rhodes has taken her place on the outside and the referee has gone over the rules and checked each man. Casino and Marcus meet each other in the center of the ring, take a moment and then shake hands as the referee calls for the bell!

JON MCDANIEL: And this one is underway!

Lock up in the middle of the ring. Marion with a side headlock. Casino lays into the ribs with a pair of forearm shots but Marcus retains his grip. Marcus backed into the ropes by Casino. Casino shoots Marcus off the ropes, drops to the mat as Marcus leaps over him, leapfrogs him on the rebound and catches him with a dropkick! Marcus quickly gets to his feet and is greeted by a smirked Casino. Another lock up. Another side headlock from Marcus. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock from Marion. Marion releases the hold, spins Casino around and takes him to the mat with a firemans carry. Casino is up and glares at a smiling Marcus. Another lock up from the two combatants. Marcus backs Casino into a corner and the referee calls for a break. Slowly Marcus eases his way back from Casino. Hard slap to the face from Casino! Marcus lunges at Chris but the referee gets in his way as Casino taunts him. Marcus pushes the referee aside and take a thumb to the eye. Casino grabs Marcus and positions him back first against the corner. Chop across the chest from Casino! Another chop and the crowd unleashes a ‘wooooooo!’ Marcus reaches out, grabs Casino and throws him into the corner! Chop from Marcus! A second! Another makes three! Casino bails out of the ring!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino beating a hasty retreat!

COREY TAYLOR: What!? He’s just playing mind games with him!

Casino is on the outside rubbing his already red chest as Marcus holds the ring ropes open for him. The referee backs away Marcus and Casino slides inside. A kick to the gut from Casino is followed up by a snapmare to the mat. Casino hits the ropes and nails a basement dropkick to the upper body of Marcus! Casino pulls Marcus up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a Japanese arm drag. Casino is preening for the crowd now and doesn’t see Marcus scramble up to his feet. Casino turns around and catches a clothesline! Casino is back up but not for long as another clothesline drops him to the mat! Casino pulls himself up using the ring ropes, turns and gets taken up and over the top rope by a third clothesline from Marcus! Casino manages to land on his feet when he hits the floor but he looks like he’s had enough. Casino shakes his head and starts to head towards the back as the referee lays in his count! Marcus rolls out of the ring and rushes up the aisle to grab Casino! Marcus leads Casino back to the ring, rolls him inside and climbs in after him.

JON MCDANIEL: Marcus wants to win this third and final match between these two by pinning Casino in the middle of that ring! He wants a title shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffft. What a mistake, now Casino will turn the tables and win this sucker.

Casino scrambles to his feet and takes another blistering chop across the chest! Marcus backs Casino into a corner, hooks him and bulldogs him out of the corner! Marcus with a cover!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Near fall!

Marcus is up and is pulling Casino off the mat when he’s caught off guard with a jaw breaker! A standing dropkick from Casino puts Marcus on the mat. Casino measures Marcus and nails him with a kneelift as ‘The Revolutionary’ is getting to his feet! Marcus staggers but remains vertical. Casino takes him down with a high and tight side suplex. Casino is back up and smirks at Rhodes on the outside. Marcus is pulled into a seated position on the mat and Casino locks in a rear chinlock. Marcus fights his way to his feet and the hold slips into a side headlock. A pair of back elbows to the ribs breaks the hold and Marcus hits the ropes only to run into a hurricanrana from Casino! Casino heads towards the nearest corner and makes his way to the top. Frogsplash from Casino. Misses! Marcus rolls out of the way at the last second and Casino hits nothing but canvas. Marcus with a quick roll up!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Another close one as Casino just gets a shoulder up!

Marcus pulls Casino up. Casino shoves away Marcus and goes for a superkick! Marion ducks under and brings Casino down with a chop block! Marcus hovers over Casino and grins as ‘The Future’ clutches at his knee. Marcus grabs the damaged leg of Casino, drapes it on the bottom rope and cannonballs down onto it! Casino drags himself away from the ropes but Marcus is hunting him now. Marcus watches as Casino pulls himself up only so that he can grab him and deliver a shin breaker! a leg trip from Marcus and Casino is flat on his back! Marcus tries to lock in his figure four but Casino is fighting it. Marcus steps over and locks in the submission as Casino howls in pain! The referee is in the face of Casino asking him if he wants to quit. Marcus meanwhile has reached back and grabbed the outstretched hands of Rhodes for extra pressure! Casinos shoulders are on the mat!

1!

2!

Casino sits up but grits his teeth against the pain! Out of the corner of his eye, the referee looks over and spies Marcus up to shenanigans! Marcus is forced to break the hold but the damage is down as Casino struggles up to his feet. Casino is up but limping badly and Marcus grabs a leg attempting another leg trip. Inziguri outta nowhere from Casino! Marcus drops to one knee and shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

COREY TAYLOR: A hurt Casino is still a dangerous Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: I’d have to agree with you on that one Corey.

Marcus is up and walks into a scoop slam from Casino. Chris falls back into a corner, turns and starts to pull himself to the top rope. Elbow drop from the top rope connects! Casino drapes an arm across the chest of Marcus as the referee counts!

1!

2!

Marcus gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Casino questions the count as he pulls Marcus to his feet. Casino hooks him for the ‘Bankrupt 2.0!’ Marcus counters by shoving Casino off and into the referee! The referee goes down hard and Casino staggers around and takes a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Marcus with the ‘Revolutionary Thrill!’ Casino counters with a backdrop! Marcus lands partially on the referee as Casino is leaning on the ring ropes. Marcus gets to his feet and eats a superkick! Casino falls on top of him for the cover but the referee is down!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on!

JON MCDANIEL: Bad break for Casino!

The crowd erupts as a second referee rushes down to ringside and slides into the ring!

1!

2!

Marcus kicks out!

Casino starts berating the new referee as Marcus struggles to get up. Marcus is up but gets spun around by Casino who drives him to the mat with his ‘Hard 7′ (STO into a Koji Clutch) submission! Casino is doing his bets to crank on the pressure but his weakened leg is clearly bothering him. Marcus scoots his body close to the ropes and with the referee not looking, Rhodes reaches in, grabs her mans foot and places it on the bottom rope! Rhodes quickly calls this to the attention of the second referee who forces a break. Casino gets slowly to his feet and drags Marcus up as well. Brainbuster suplex from Casino! Casino limps his way to the corner and makes the trip to the top. Rhodes is trying to get Marcus to move but he looks hurt. Frogsplash connects! Casino hooks a leg!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: Just like the previous two matches these men have engaged in, this is a war of attrition!

COREY TAYLOR: And sloppy refereeing!

Casino takes a moment to try to smack some life into his knee as he watches Marcus use the ring ropes to try and pull himself up. Casino hooks Marcus from behind and tries for a German suplex. It’s counted by Marcus, who executes a standing switch and hits his own German suplex! Marcus grabs the hurt leg of Casino and attempts another figure four but Casino kicks him off. Marcus knocks heads with the second referee and both men go down! Casino is on his knees and sees that yet another referee is down. With an evil grin he waits as Marcus gets up. Low blow from Casino! Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah! We need ANOTHER referee!

Ask and you will receive as Rob emerges from the back wearing a referees shirt! Safe to say everyone in the Arena, including Casino is shocked as Rob slides into the ring! Casino covers Marcus!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus kicks out and Casino looks beside himself! Casino is up and shoves Rob who promptly shoves him back! While Casino and Rob are in heated debate, Marcus is slowly getting to his feet. Casino is hooked from behind and taken up and over with a side suplex! Marcus bridges as he has Casino pinned to the mat and Rob drops to make the count!

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3!

The crowd erupts as Marcus looks to have taken the third match and the #1 contender ship!

JON MCDANIEL: And Marcus Marion wins this amazing trilogy of matches!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s highway robbery!

Marcus is looking to get his hand raised but Rob is conferring with the ring announcer. The masked man turns and looks at the two men laying on the mat before him.

ERIC EMERSON: Attention! Referee AND Robinson Pro Owner has announced that BOTH men had their shoulders on the mat during the pin! Thus….This match is a DRAW!!!!

Boos cascade down on Rob who quickly leaves the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What the? Fans I don’t know about that call!

COREY TAYLOR: Well…He is the owner.

JON MCDANIEL: You’re so wishy washy.

Casino is resting on his knees watching as Rob departs the scene. Marcus is helped up by Nicole Rhodes and both men look at each other.

Casino stands up, smiles and exits the ring as Marcus looks on.

JON MCDANIEL: Well this trilogy ends with a draw of all things. Rob promised us a ‘fair’ match tonight and now I’m doubting him.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh NOW you’re doubting him!?

JON MCDANIEL: And this was to be expected the way tonight has gone. Here comes the Phoenix, with the only members of his team left, The Dragon and Fantastic Andy.

Phoenix has a stern look on his face. The usually energetic Fantastic Andy looks quite serious, and Dragon is checking all around to make sure no one jumps the group. Phoenix is decked out in full wrestling attire. The group reaches the ring and enter. Phoenix’s music cuts, and he holds up the mic.

Phoenix: No talking. Whoever has been doing this, I demand you come out now! I’m going to count to three…that’s it. If someone doesn’t come out and man up to this shit, I’m firring the entire damn locker room except for the Pantheon and Jacob Venar. Hell, after Good Vs Evil, I’m sure none of you pricks in the back are worth keeping anyway.

The crowd erupts in boos.

Phoenix: No no, that’s fine. Boo all you want. Here we go. 1!…2!…Thr

The lights cut out. Cameras flash as everyone frantically wants to know what’s going on in the ring. After about fifteen seconds the lights come back on. Andy and Dragon are out cold. Phoenix on the other hand is frantically pulling at his mask which has been twisted backwards. The crowd laughs as Phoenix struggles. Finally Rob jerks the mask off in a fit of anger. He freezes though as he looks down at the two men in the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I think Phoenix finally realizes he’s the only one left I’d get in there to help, but I have to make sure to keep you in line.

JON MCDANIEL: Oh my. Actually Corey, I think it might be something else. Look.

An overhead view of the two men shows a word written across the both of them.

“NASTY!”

COREY TAYLOR: Damn that’s nasty?

JON MCDANIEL: Oh god.

Phoenix is fuming.

Voice: Oh Roobb.

Robinson spins on a dime towards the Megavision. On the screen is former PWA champion Mark McNasty.

McNasty: Did ya miss me buddy?

McNasty flashes his trademark smile.

Phoenix: GET HIM OFF THE SCREEN! Damnit do it now! If he isn’t off before I finish this sentence I’ll fire the whole damn AV team AGAIN!

The Megavision goes black and the crowd boos. They quickly turn to cheers though as McNasty simply walks out onto the stage from behind the curtains.

McNasty: Big ol’ fail Rob. But A for effort.

Robinson doesn’t look amused.

McNasty: Now, you may be surprised to see me Rob, but something tells me you aren’t that surprised to find out I’m the guy behind this. But lets be honest, you

McNasty is cut off by Robinson.

Phoenix: Mark, Mark, Mark,

Robinson is promptly cut off by McNasty.

McNasty: Rob, Rob, Rob. Someone do me a favor and cut his mic.

Robinson’s mouth is moving, but you can’t hear anything. His eyes show surprise as the crowd laughs at him. Robinson shrugs, throws the mic to the side, and crosses his arms in anticipation of the headache coming his way.

McNasty: Now as I was saying Rob, you really had this coming. Even you can’t deny it. You came in too quick and too hard what little sense and reason was going on here. And when you throw nature out of balance, it doesn’t go well. So just like me standing before you, you should hardly be surprised that I got a phone call from someone here. Someone really wanted to make sure you were dealt with appropriately. And really, heh, who better than me to take care of you Rob ol’ pal. Aw, you look so pouty. For old time’s sake, someone turn his mic back on.

There is a quick burst of static, then someone hands Robinson a mic.

Phoenix: Oh, I can talk now? Well first off Mark, It wasn’t too quick or too hard for your mom last night. She asked me to come back, but that face just makes it difficult.

An “OHHHHHHH” from the crowd.

McNasty: Let me cut to the point as we don’t have all night. Rob, the man I was contacted by, the first thing I told him was how iron clad your ego was. Which you know, made this all the better. Actually seeing what we were doing getting to you made it worth coming back.

Phoenix: Mark, don’t you see you’re just a fly in my soup? You’re nothing here. Nobody has your back, and these people are actually better off for never knowing of your existence before now. So lets just go ahead, save you the hospital bill, and get you out of my building.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and as Gordon steps from the back, Robinson smiles knowing that Larry is the exact person to get rid of McNasty in the ring. Robinson indicates for Gordon to take out the trash.

ROBINSON: I’ll let Gordon escort you out because frankly, I’m tired of seeing his face around here… Gordon… wile you are getting rid of Mark, make sure that you don’t come back into the arena as well.

Gordon smiles, Mark hands him a microphone.

GORDON: Geee Rob, I really would and all… but…

He looks around as he and McNasty step up into the ring.

GORDON: I don’t like what you are turning Rebel…

ROBINSON: Robinson!

Gordon clears his throat.

GORDON: REBEL PRO! into. See, Rebel is about hardcore, it is about what the fans want, it is about action, and it is about pride Rob.

Gordon indicates McNasty.

GORDON: It is about people sticking together to get rid of vermin… like yourself, and putting on the best damn wrestling show in the South!, in the East! in the Nation! It is about putting you right where you belong Rob.

Robinson is fuming.

ROBINSON: And how do you plan to do that Gordon, by eating me out of house and home?

Gordon looks down at himself, big man that he is.

GORDON: Good one Robinson, I’ve never heard fat jokes before, but see I may not be athletic, but my brain can jump through as many hoops as your’s can.

ROBINSON: Oh really? Show me.

Gordon smiles, before

pulling out an envelope.

GORDON: Right here, in this envelope, I have a contract that is written up to state that the winner of a match will regain control of Rebel or Robinson Pro, whichever you want to call it. You win, it remains Robinson Pro, if we win then it is Rebel Pro.

Robinson smirks.

ROBINSON: Not enough.

GORDON: I’m not finished.

ROBINSON: Bet you say that at the buffet line all the time.

Gordon nods.

GORDON: Damn right, gonna get my money’s worth.

He chuckles.

GORDON: Anyways, also in the contract and signed by the members of the Rebel Pro Coalition it states that if Robinson… that’d be you…

ROBINSON:(sarcastic) Had no idea.

GORDON: That if you win… every one from the Rebel Pro team, and everyone from when you bought the company except for Jacob Venar… will be released from their contracts, and there will be no severance pay.

Gordon looks a second.

GORDON: But you still have to send them Christmas cards.

ROBINSON: Doubtful.

McNasty smiles.

GORDON: In other words, you will be able to start over with a brand new company, hire your own roster, and everything that you did when you made PWA successful.

Robinson nods his head.

GORDON: That is, if you believe enough in your team to win.

Robinson snatches the contract from Gordon, incensed at his implication and signs.

ROBINSON: The Pantheon will walk all over your Coalition!

Gordon and McNasty share a look.

ROBINSON: After all, the match is under the rules that your team knows nothing about.

McNasty and Gordon share another look.

GORDON: Actually… it is going to be held under Rebel Pro rules, guess you didn’t see that on page 3, Section 4, Subsection C, and paragraph D… did you?

Gordon and McNasty shake hands.

GORDON(to McNasty): You were right, his ego reaches the building twenty minutes before his brain does.

GORDON: See you December 17th Rob.

Gordon, his typical self slaps his forehead.

GORDON: I nearly forgot to mention the Rebel Pro team.

Gordon clears his throat.

GORDON: Mark McNasty, of course, Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Johnny Maverick, and The Freak.

Gordon smiles, his mustache lifting up at the corners.

GORDON: Merry Christmas Rob.

Lights down on the image of Rob fuming at the retreating backs of McNasty and Larry Gordon.