MMA 2012

Pre-Recorded Shananagans

The words “Previously Recorded” hang out in the top right hand corner of the screen as our scene comes to life. The camera’s of the RPW are notorious for wandering around backstage, filming the various Rebel Pro stars getting ready for the night, and getting in the way. One such camera followed some voices down a quite hallway and now peers around the corner at four individuals.

Duncan Aries, is one of these men. His attendance here tonight would normally be considered unusual, only because he was recently fired by Larry Gordan, if it weren’t for the company he was keeping.

Fley: Don’t worry about, Gordan. The RPW is circling the drain. Trust me… he’ll have a new contract for you soon enough. He really doesn’t have a choice.

The speaker, Fley, casually leans back against the wall across from Aries. In his right hand he holds a thin metal staff on end. He appears to be a lot younger than he really is. Maybe not even out of his teens yet. However, Fley is anything but a child and he’s certainly committed his fair share of sins and misdeeds in his lifetime.

His deeds last night during the PWA’s Genesis Twelve are proof of that.

Duncan Aries: I’m not worried about him. He’s lost control of this place more than once so I wasn’t too concerned about his edicts. I just wonder if I couldn’t be more useful elsewhere?

Fley, turns his head slightly to lock onto Aries with a piercing blue gaze. He shrugs and then smiles as he gestures with his head towards the third and forth members of their party.

Fley: It’s what the boss man wants.

The third and forth individuals in question stand a bit apart from Fley and Aries. One is tall and slender and dressed in an expensive suit. Dark raven hair frames a gaunt face, it’s right side covered in a tribal tattoo. He doesn’t acknowledge Fley, but instead keeps his attention on that of the much smaller and diminutive form in front of him. Dressed in a dark cloak, with their back to us it’s impossible to make out who it is.

Aries too looks over in that direction and nods towards the suited man.

Duncan Aries: No disrespect intended, Styx. Just a thought.

The man, Styx, responds to his name as he raises his head toward Aries. He looks to him from behind darkened lenses, and then he raises his head a little more looking past Aries and down the hallway to the camera. He tilts his head slightly to the side and frowns. Fley and Aries are both quick to follow his gaze.

Fley: Well sonuvabitch. Always where you least expect them.

Duncan Aries: Shall we?

Fley: Let’s shall.

The two begin to stalk down the hallway towards the camera. The camera view starts to back away and then is abruptly shut down.

An Offer You Can Refuse?

The crowd in the arena goes into cheers as we fade backstage to a different locale within the arena. Masakazu is walking through the halls, searching and surveying until he finds the precise locker room he’s looking for. That of one half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, the TGW World Champion herself.

Without knocking, he enters.

Masakazu: Em.

Corlen, who’s just now placing her bags down turns swiftly, ready for anything. A woman of her stature and status can never be too sure.

Emily Corlen: Adrian.

Mas smirks, closing the door behind him.

Masakazu: I need you. I’m not afraid to say it.

Corlen scoffs, taken aback by Masakazu’s sudden… Advances.

Emily Corlen: What’s gotten into you? We’re both married.

Masakazu: Not like that.

He cocks an eyebrow.

Masakazu: You Mavericks have one track minds.

He crosses his arms.

Masakazu: The Order of Chaos needs you, Emily. We need to band together, because shit is hitting the fan. You think the PWA is the end of it? They’re here tonight. They’ll be in TGW and Victory soon enough, Em.

Masakazu pauses, gauging Corlen’s reaction.

Masakazu: I know we’ve been through a lot, ourselves. I… We have history, you and I. We put on the best match in TGW in 2011. That’s because I’m… We’re, both, great. There are always two.

Corlen scoffs.

Emily Corlen: I’m not about to be your apprentice.

Masakazu: No. That’s in peace times. In war… There are always two Generals. Two leaders. But this isn’t how my father set Starr up to be the patsy. This is how the Order of Chaos formed. Two great rivals, aligning for a greater purpose to become unstoppable.

Masakazu extends his hand.

Masakazu: Join me. Join us.

Emily Corlen: Let me get this straight. You walked out of TGW because you couldn’t get the job done against me. I heard the rumors about the things you said about me, about TGW, behind my back. And now, I’m just supposed to forget all of that and be all buddy buddy with you? Adrian… there’s one thing I learned after all the times I tried to stand with your father.

Emily leans in close to Adrian, her eyes narrowing.

Emily Corlen: Never trust a Kalis.

Masakazu steps back, lowering his hand and nodding.

Masakazu: I’m not here to beg your loyalty, or your forgiveness. But take a second and see that the lone wolf dies Emily. But the pack survives.

Masakazu stomps his foot down and salutes her.

Masakazu: Good luck then. My offer stands, just… Watch your back. The Masters are here tonight. And they will come for your blood.

Mas bows, smirking, then turns and leaves the way he came…

Duncan Aries, Giving It To Ya

We open in the arena, where standing center ring, mic in hand is Duncan Aries. There’s a definite mixed reaction from the crowd in seeing this man, the same man who was fired on the last Rebel Pro show. He sighs and takes a deep breath, bringing the microphone to his lips.

Aries: I can understand where you’re all coming from, you’re probably sick of me at this point. Bottom line, I’m pretty sick of myself too right at the moment. Time and time again I’ve let down the most important people in this company, the Rebel Pro fans and I’m sorry for that, truly sorry.

A harsh chorus of boos is tossed Duncan’s way.

Aries: I can accept that response. Larry Gordon and I have had a talk and hopefully you’ll all see me back in this ring real soon.

“You suck” chants ring out. Aries looks fazed by this.

Aries: “I pray you can all bear with me through this difficult time. I have proven in the past that my heart is with this company, and I even had a great return match here with Jaice Wilds. Still, Larry Gordon had to prove a point by firing me, the point being that he won’t tolerate anyone insulting each and every one of you.”

Aries pauses.

Aries: “Even if it is kind of easy, and kind of fun when you stop to think about it.”

The smile of Duncan Aries slowly twists into a smirk.

Aries: “Because let’s face it, none of you ever respected me, none of you ever treated me like one of your own, one of your “rasslin favorites” and you know what, I made the mistake of trying to please each and every one of you. Think about that for a second, an accomplished fighter known the world over, a man who is in his wrestling prime, tried for days and days, weeks and weeks, month after month to please people who collectively have an IQ of a house fly. Amazing right?”

The boos intensify.

Aries: Then, oh my gosh, I didn’t get around to going on tv and addressing my opponent and all of you “amazing” country road backwater town fucktards and I get fired? Pa-fucking-lease! If this is the last time I’m on this program for a little while, there’s something I need to get off my chest here and now. If this MMA crap is where this company is headed, then I really don’t need to be here right now. Because it is quite apparent to me and anyone with a logical brain, that Larry Gordon is in need of some serious mental help if he thinks this shit is going to save the company. It’s not, and he knows it.”

Aries:”No people, the only person who can truly save this company is being flushed down the toilet because he didn’t talk about how Johnny Maverick may or may be retiring, or how Emily Corlen is the biggest cunt going, or maybe even how even after all this time, Vincent Black is still the biggest fucking disappointment in the history of this company. No I chose to remain silent, I chose to train and wait for my next match, and what happens? Larry Gordon buries me on tv. He buries me because he knows that’s the only way he can get the best of “The Spade” and what happened next? Oh yeah, that’s right, YOU FUCKING INGRATES CHEERED IT! YOU BASTARDS CHEERED IT ALL!”

Duncan’s face is red with anger. He takes a breath and continues.

Aries:”But you know what, in the end, I’m going to be the one cheering, I’m going to be the one who gets exactly what they want out of this situation. I’m going to start by contacting my lawyers, and I’m going to sue you, Larry Gordon, for every little penny you, your children, and your children’s children have in their pockets, for wrongful termination. You may think because I didn’t go in front of these people and discuss a match with no real purpose that I broke my contract. Well Larry, you coming onto this program and humiliating me in front of the world shows that you are a bully, an egotistical prick, and someone who needs to get knocked down a peg. But you see, that’s only step one folks.”

“ARIES SUCKS, ARIES SUCKS, ARIES SUCKS!” Duncan shakes his head.

Aries:”No people, you suck. All of you, and this poorly run company, almost sucked my life dry, dry of all the fun I had performing in front of all of you. But don’t worry, I know none of you will contact me, concerned about what my future holds. Besides, how would you fit it in with things like feeding the pigs and chickens, and screwing your cousins?”

Major heat on Aries with that one, who laughs.

Aries: “No in the end, you’re all fixing to find out what happens when you push a man like me. I push back, hard. So from the bottom of my heart, from the man who actually gave you a reason to tune into this program, I bid you all a fond..

“FUCK YOU!”

Aries drops the mic and exits the ring, fans taunting him and throwing him the finger as he walks up the aisle, a smirk on his face.

A Big Surprise

The camera view finally settles down on the familiar forms of your two Rebel Pro announcers.

Larry Gordan: Hello everyone and welcome to Rebel Pro MMA Style! I’m Larry Gordan and joining me as always is the lovely, Ms. Linzi Martin.

Linzi Martin: Thanks Larr. Any night’s a good night to tune into Rebel Pro, but tonight especially you’re in for a special treat as the superstars of RPW go mixed martial arts style in an octagon ring!

Larry Gordan: That’s not the only thing special about the ring tonight, Linzi.

The camera view switches away from our announcers to the ring in question. A ring strung with barbed wire and littered with broken glass, tacks and all other manner of pointy objects. There may even be a couple of cacti buried in that mess somewhere.

Linzi Martin: Looks like hell, Larr.

Larry Gordan: Well this is MMA Rebel Pro style. Three matches and each match will consist of a series of rounds and pretty much anything goes.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think we’re going to see a lot of high flying tonight Larr.

Larry Gordan: You might be surprised Linzi. In fact…

Gordan is suddenly cut off as “Play With Fire” by Dum-Dum Girls erupts through the arena as the lights go out. Flames of a purple hue begin to flicker and dance upon the jumbo screen.

Larry Gordan: Well, I thought this would be a little later, but now is as good a time as any I suppose.

Linzi Martin: What are you talking about Larr? I don’t recognize this music.

Larry Gordan: A big surprise Linzi. I great surprise for Rbel Pro faithful.

It’s obvious that the fans in attendance don’t recognize who the music belongs too either as an impatient buzz starts to blend with the music. Finally flames come to life around the entrance way and it’s then that a familiar frame pushes through the curtains.

The fans erupt into a frenzy.

Linzi Martin: It’s Violet Harper! Larry you old dog how long have you had this in your pocket?

Larry Gordan: Oh for a little while now. It wasn’t easy, but I knew the surprise would be worth it.

Linzi Martin: Before her accident Harper was a beloved rising star here in RebPro and it looks like the fans are happy to pick up right where she left off.

With a wide smile on her face Violet Harper stands there for a moment with a hand raised to the fans. Here eyes glistening with moistness, if you didn’t know better you’d say she was almost overwhelmed by this response. Her slender and shapely body presses against a red dress that is almost too small and reveals an ample amount of cleavage and toned legs.

With a mic in hand she finally starts down to ringside as the lights start to come back up. Her hips sway with each step and occasionally she reaches out to slap hands with her fans. She’s careful to keep her distance though.

Linzi Martin: Well this is great, Larr! With so much negative news swarming around the RPW of late this is something we can smile about.

Larry Gordan: Oh, I’m smiling Linzi. I’m smiling.

Reaching ringside Violet carefully picks her way into the ring. High heels and her short dress making it all the more difficult. Finally though she finds herself at the center of the octagon and her music fades. The cherring goes on for awhile longer before it finally dies down.

She thumbs her mic to life.

Violet Harper: Thank you.

The fans erupt into cheers again and she looks a little embarrassed. Finally the RebPro loyalist die down and Harper rises the mic to her ruby red lips once more.

Violet Harper: I always knew that I’d be back, but I didn’t know when and I didn’t know just how difficult that path back would be. And it has been a difficult one. But I’m back now and it’s great to be so.

Again the fans pop and Harper lowers the mic with a smile. Once more raising her hand to the fans.

Linzi Martin: She certainly has a connection with the fans that goes past her looks Larr.

Larry Gordan: Just something about her we all love, Linzi.

Once more the fans die down enough for Violet to once more raise the mic to her lips.

Violet Harper: If you all keep doing that it’s going to be real hard to get through this.

Yet, another pop and Harper is forced to raise a hand to her mouth.

Linzi Martin: It’s almost like the fans were looking for as reason to cheer Larr!

Larry Gordan: I don’t blame them Linzi. We’ve been through some rough times. Just look at Harper. I think she’s about to cry!

The fans start to settle down again and Harper does indeed wipe a single tear away from her eye. Careful not to streak her mascara. She raises the mic again.
Violet Harper: Thank you so much again. This means so much to me. Because I came back here for all of you. Because you all deserve the best. You deserve to have people out here who care. And I care what happens in Rebel Pro. I care that certain people have sat back and watched as its caved in on itself and they have done nothing about it!

Her words ring with an edge of anger, but she takes a deep breath and starts again.

Violet Harper: Tonight begins my journey to put this place back together. Tonight I…

“After the Flesh” by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult hits the area and boos start up right away. More than a few of the fans in attendance here tonight are aware of what that music is attached to and what they started in the PWA at Genesis.

Linzi Martin: Oh this can’t be good, Larry.

Larry Gordan: Harper get the hell out of there.

As if she could hear Gordan, Harper does indeed start to make her way out of the ring, but as difficult as it was for her to get in the ring, it’s just as hard for her to get out. And she doesn’t make much progress before her visitors start to ooze their way out of the crowd.

Linzi Martin: There’s Silverback and The Brutal from the PWA coming out of the crowd! And Nighstryker too!

Larry Gordan: And Duncan Aries! That sonuvabitch! I fired him!

Linzi Martin: Looks like he’s joined the M.o.A, Larr.

The four men start to move in on the octagon ring, shifting around it and winding closer and closer as Harper trys to change exit points. Finally she just starts to move back to the center of the ring, grabbing up a baseball bat laced in barbed wire off the ring floor.

From the top of the ramp way Fley, Styx and their diminutive hooded companion appear. While Fley continues on down to the ring with his metal staff propped up on his shoulder, Styx and his hooded friend remain by the curtain watching the show unfold.

Linzi Martin: What does the M.o.A want with Harper? She can’t possibly have any connection to them.

Larry Gordan: I just don’t know Linzi. I’ve not had any interactions with the Masters of Armageddon, but I’ve heard enough about them to not want them in the RPW. Poor brave, Harper.

Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries and The Brutal have all made their way into the ring now and form a loose circle around Harper. On his way down to the ring Fley pulls a mic out of his back pocket and flips it to life.

Fley: Golly gee Ms. Harper. I’m really sorry about all of this, but you were just taking WAY to fucking long.

Reaching the ring Fley tosses his metal staff over the top of the barb wire laced ropes to Aries, and then grabbing a hold of the barbed wire pulls himself up and into the ring. As he pulls his hand away trickles of blood start to run down his fingers. His staff is handed back to him and he finally comes to stand face to face with Harper. “After the Flesh” finally fades away.

Fley: And I really, really hate to wait. So, if you’ll just close that twat on your face for a little while. Me and my friends can conduct our business and be on our way.

The fans boo loudly at Fley, but he ignores them as he glares at Harper. She in turn glares back, tightening her grip on the baseball bat. Fley raises an eyebrow.

Fley: Oh no. Come on. Tell me that you’re not that stupid. Oh… but of course you are.

The fans pop as Harper whips the bat at Fley’s face and he takes it full on. The blow stumbles him to the side and the barbed wire rakes thin angry lines across his face that immediately start to trickle blood. That’s all the offensive that Harper gets though as a chair, carried by the hulking Brutal, slams down across the back of Harpers head.

Larry Gordan: Oh God no!

Linzi Martin: No Harper! You didn’t have to be a hero!

Her body goes limp and she falls face first into the glass and tacks at her feet. The fans go silent again. Fley shakes his head trying to clear the cob webs and then raises the mic once more turning to the fans.

Fley: I could really start to like this place.

He reaches up to touch his face again. Winces and then smiles.

Fley: Well anyway, here we are Rebel Pro, as promised. Unfortunately my good buddy Duncan here was without a match tonight. So we had to pick a place and time to make a statement. This was the place and this was the time. Harper there.

He looks back over his shoulder at her and shakes his head. He turns back to the fans who have started to boo again.

Fley: She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So… she got knocked the fuck out. It happens. It’s what we do. And to be quite honest with you this won’t be the last time something like this happens. People are always just in the wrong place or they’re in the way… point being sometimes what we do isn’t personal at all. It just needs to be done.

He raises a hand to his cheek again. When he pulls it away bloody finger prints dot his cheek.

Fley: This! This people is just the start of something beautiful. It’s been years and years and years, but we’re finally back. Most of you don’t have a fucking clue who we are, and that’s fine because I love introducing myself. We’ll be seeing you all again real soon. M.o.A Supreme.

“After the Flesh” hits the PA again and the Masters start to exit the ring, leaving an unconscious Harper in a heap at its center. As one they move up the rampway and joining Styx and his hooded companion vanish behind the curtain.

Larry Gordan: I will not sand for this! This is my federation and they can’t get away with assaulting my talent!

Linzi Martin: But we’re part of the AOWF now, Larr. You sign a contract with the AOWF and that pretty much gives you the right to appear on any AOWF show.

Larry Gordan: Well I don’t have to like it!

Suddenly a buzz starts to fill the arena as Jaice Wilds comes running out from the back.

Larry Gordan: What’s Jaice doing out here?

Linzi Martin: Doing the right thing Larr.

Reaching ringside Jaice hops up on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He’s quickly to Harper’s side and scooping her up in his arms. The normally easy going Jaice looks absolutely furious as he starts to make his way out of the ring accompanied by cheers.

Larry Gordan: Well alright! See that!? Rebel Pro is banding together! We will not be pushed around in our own house!

Linzi Martin: Sometimes people just need a little jump start. It’d be nice if Lisa would get on board next.

Larry Gordan: Seldon? Hard to say. If it doesn’t directly affect her, well…
Larry lets the words hang in the air as Jaice, with a limp Harper in his arms, finally makes it back to the top of the rampway and then through the curtain.

Vincent Black vs Rocky Logan

Jenny Jersey stands next to the hardcore octagon, before bringing her microphone to her lips; Rocky and Vincent stand in the center of the fighting area waiting.

Jenny Jersey: The rules are that there are none. Each round will consist of five minutes, and this match will consist of three rounds total. Should there be no clear winner after the third and final round, then the final decision will go to the judges.

The crowd is really waiting on the matches to begin.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Victoria Island in British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “Wreckless” Rocky Logan!

The crowd obliges the introduction of Rocky with boos, Jenny allows them to get them all out.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, from Glens Falls, New York and residing in Raleigh, North Carolina; he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… he is one half of the AOWF Tag Team Champions… Vincent Black!

The crowd explodes, for some reason they’ve gotten to love him and Bubba J, perhaps its the wonderful service at Hardcore Drinking, their no nonsense attitude, their hardcore, or the fact that they brought an AOWF Championship to Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Black is taller and out weighs Rocky, but Logan with more MMA experience in the Rebtagon.

Linzi Martin: Rebtagon?

Larry Gordon: Yeah, its a Rebel Octagon… Rebtagon.

Linzi Martin: Bored this week?

Larry Gordon: Not really…

The two men step back and remove their robes, their eyes never leaving the other, they stand waiting…

Ding Ding

They come together like two bulls, Rocky with a quick uppercut to Black’s chin, but Black pounds a haymaker right into Rocky’s temple. Vincent’s weight and power sends Rocky stumbling, but Logan quickly grabs an ankle, pulling Vincent down. Black pounds rights and lefts into Rocky’s face and head as Logan tries for a submission to Vincent’s ankle. Logan dives forward, grabbing Vincent in a choke hold, but Black pounds away with rapid fire body shots, doing his best to break the hold before any real damage can be done to his air supply.

Linzi Martin: What some powerful hits for both men.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, its really making me contemplate a MMA Championship belt into the mix.

Rocky breaks the hold as Vincent slams a knee into Rocky’s rocks, Logan rolling over and holding at his crotch in utter pain. Vincent with a handfull of glass drags it down his back, causing bloody trails to follow the glass down. Rocky rolls away, struggling back up to his feet.

Larry Gordon: There is a point for Black, the first to draw blood.

Black stands over Rocky, who lashes out with a sort of stomp to Black’s knee, the one that always gives him a bit of trouble.

Linzi Martin: Smart move by Rocky there, going after the troublesome knee of Vincent Black.

Black is down, Rocky launching a knee into the side of Black’s skull, but Vincent stands up, launching Rocky up and over his head into the cage wall. Rocky seems to hang there momentarily before falling to the area in front of the wall where glass is glued and tacks abound. Logan rolls out of the debris, Vincent is there with knees and kicks to the former MMA fighter, but Logan is defenseless as he tries to cover up and looking for an opening.

Larry Gordon: It isn’t fancy, but Vincent has Rocky defenseless.

Linzi Martin: I’m kind of liking this shit.

Rocky with a piece of glass in hand slashes out at Vincent’s ankle, causing the big man to grunt in pain and fall backwards away from the crouching Logan. Rocky presses his advantage with a launching right fist at the biggest man in Rebel Pro and connects solidly with Vincent’s chin rocking the big man even further. Vincent spins around, but Logan is waiting as he leaps, delivering a stunning bulldog to Vincent, taking him down firmly on the canvas.Rocky with a side headlocks seems to be trying to wear Vincent down, but Logan is actually beating Vincent in the temple with a piece of glass in his closed fist.

Linzi Martin: Fucking brutal!

Larry Grdon: Its awesome, huh?

Linzi Martin: Fucking Aye it is!

Black shoves up to a knee, sending elbow after elbow into Rocky’s ribs, causing blood to spurt from his temple wound. Black lifts the smaller Rocky up, falling back with a side suplex, Logan landing heavily on to his head. Black rolls over, doing his best to stop the blood from flowing down his temple. Rocky rolls over to his knees, trying to get up as well. Black with a punt kick right into Logan’s face spins him over and onto his back. Black leaps up into the air, dropping a leg onto Logan’s throat.

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey stands up as Bubba J forces Black to his corner before Vincent is disqualified. Allan Flick is in the Rebtagon to get a dazed and confused Rocky to his corner as well.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, that is the end of the first round and we have our votes.

Jenny looks over to the table where one sign is raised for Vincent Black, causing the big man and Bubba J to nod. A second sign is raised and it shows that Rocky Logan has a vote as well; this causing him and Allan Flick to nod, but Bubba J and Vincent to begin yelling at Rocky that he got lucky. A third sign is lifted to show that Vincent Black gets a second vote, him now leading 2 – 1; Bubba J and himself very happy with this, but Rocky and Allan aren’t so much.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the first round of this match… Vincent Black!

Vincent and Rocky are receiving some cleaning as they prepare for the next round. Jimmy Johnson signals that the next round will begin immediately; the two men stand up.

Ding Ding

Rocky nails Vincent with his stool, busting him open on the forehead and sending him crashing backwards; but Rocky presses the advantage with another stool shot and a third that has Vincent leaning in his own corner. Jimmy warns Bubba J not to get involved, but he need not have worried, Vincent comes back stabbing Rocky Logan in the midsection with a broken stool leg. Vincent with another shot and a third breaks Rocky’s rhythym greatly. Vincent lifts him up, dropping him throat first across the top of the railing before launching him like a lawn dart to the center of the octagon. Vincent yells as he charges at Rocky with a lifted knee right into his face. Vincent spins him around, face planting him on the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Vincent is like a mad man, he’s literally going ape shit on Rocky Logan.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, Wreckless has become Defenseless.

Vincent lifts Rocky up, but Logan with a twist manages to knee Vincent in the face and somehow lifts a boot to his chin that knocks Vincent down. Logan with a flipping knee into Vincent’s face before applying a rear naked choke to the big man. Vincent struggles for a moment before just using his power and strength to lift him up and fall backwards against the cage. Rocky releases the hold, Vincent stumbles forward, but Rocky detaches himself from the wall, leaping at the back of Vincent. Logan slams two knees into Vincent’s skull, before delivering several kicks to Black’s troublesome knee; Vincent twists and goes down heavily on that knee.

Larry Gordon: That isn’t good.

Linzi Martin: Did I hear a popping noise?

Larry Gordon: You may have Linzi, I can’t be sure either.

Vincent is groaning in pain, but refusing to give up to end this match and allow Rocky to pull out a win. Rocky with a twist sends a powerful elbow into Vincent’s temple, the big man hits the ring. Rocky with an ankle hold, twists over and locks in a standing figure fourleglock, Bubba J fighting not to come in to the ring and help out his obviously injured partner. Vincent reaches up, slamming a fist into Rocky’s face, but Logan manages to keep the hold locked on and Vincent is in obvious pain from the torquing of his seemingly hurt knee. Vincent is groaning in pain, in obvious pain, but Logan is just twisting and twisting on that knee, doing his best to make sure that Vincent never walks again.

Larry Gordon: If Vincent wants out of this hold, he either needs to break it, submit, or wait until the round is over.

Linzi Martin: So, he can start the hold at the beginning of the round and break someone’s leg and unless they quit, the round continues?

Larry Gordon: Exactly, Jimmy has the choice to stop the match, but I don’t think he will.

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey stands up, lifting the microphone to her lips.

Jenny Jersey: And now for the judges…

Bubba J helps the hurt Vincent over to the stool, Vincent sits with his leg at an ackward angle, he’s talking to him, Allan Flick talks to Rocky. Both men are bloody, both men are hurt. The first judge holds up a Rocky Logan card, giving him a vote and tying over all with a 2 – 2 score. The second judge holds up another sign, giving his vote to Rocky Logan as well; Logan is now leading over all by a 3 – 2 margin.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Vincent will be continuing, but there is one possibility that I hope doesn’t happen and shouldn’t happen.

Linzi Martin: What is that?

The third judge holds up his sign… placing a wad of bills in to his pocket from Bubba J who hurriedly scampers back over to Vincent Black’s corner; the sign reads… Vincent Black.

Larry Gordon: It happened.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, Rocky Logan has won this round, the match now being tied with a three to three score.

Jimmy Johnson walks over to Vincent, not allowing him to compete anymore as its obvious that he can’t walk on his own and let alone fight. Jimmy hurriedly walks over to Jenny Jersey and then Larry Gordon comes up to the octagon as well.

Linzi Martin: I’m not sure what is going on here, but we’ll soon find out.

Gordon nods and then heads back to the announcers table.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been stopped due to severe injury…

Rocky Logan jumps up, his arms held high in the air in victory.

Jenny Jersey: However, the official match ended in a draw since both men were tied in voting…

Rocky and Allan point at Bubba J and yell about him paying off the judge.

Jenny Jersey: So, no matter that Rocky Logan did injure Vincent Black, the official score is three to three so there is no choice but to declare this match a draw.

The fans boo half-heartedly, but really enjoyed the fast paced hardcore fighting action. Rocky and Allan Flick are pissed beyond belief and have a few choice words for Bubba J, who promptly gives them the double finger salute before spitting on Rocky Logan and Allan and walking off.

Jaice Wilds with A Few Words

“Animals” by Nickleback hits the arena and the fans start to cheer. From behind the curtain Jaice comes stalking out.

Larry Gordan: Jaice doesn’t look happy.

Linzi Martin: He obviously has something on his mind.

Ignoring all the fanfare Jaice raises a mic to his lips.

Jaice Wilds: Cut the music.

His voice comes out soft but sharp and his music starts to die down. The fans as well settle themselves. Jaice speaks again.

Jaice Wilds: Is nobody else paying attention? Does nobody else see what’s going on here? This will not stand. This can. Not. Stand.

He begins to pace, agitated.

Jaice Wilds: I know. It doesn’t seem like much, but it won’t end with the PWA. It won’t end with Harper here tonight. They, the virus known as the M.o.A, will continue to spread and grow! Just ask around. That’s what I did. And I won’t let them do here what they’ve done everywhere else they’ve gone.

He clenches his fist and pounds it against his chest.

Jaice Wilds: I’m only one man! And I’m not a coward but I’m also not stupid. I wasn’t going to stop those bastards by myself but together! Together we can drive them away before they start to corrupt this place. And if you don’t believe me. If you think you can just sit on your fucking hands and wait it out? You’re wrong. You’re all dead wrong. I can’t do this alone, but I will if I must.

With that he drops the mic away from his lips and vanishes back behind the curtain.

Linzi Martin: Whoa! Some strong words there from Jaice.

Larry Gordan: Jaice has always been an emotional guy. I guess what happened with Harper tonight was enough to set him off.

Linzi Martin: I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him like this.

Larry Gordan: You’ve gotta pay more attention Linzi. I think we all do.

Emily Corlen vs Jamie Shields

Corlen and Shields are in the octagon, the crowd is cheering loudly.

Jenny Jersey: In this corner! She is the current TGW World Champion! One half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions! She is EMILY CORLEN!

Corlen raises her arms and smiles for the cheering crowd, the REBEL Pro crowd loves them some Corlen.

Jenny Jersey: In this corner, he is Jamie Shields!!!

There’s a mixed reaction, poor dude didn’t get a proper introduction but he looks as ready as ever.

Linzi Martin: Round 1 begins!

DING DING

Corlen and Shields begin circling, anticipating each others first move. Corlen strikes first, she rushes in on Shields and takes him down with a spine buster that has Shields both in pain and surprised. Both are back on their feet, Corlen with a collar and elbow tie up wrenches in on Shields. She keeps applying pressure but Shields spins himself around and straight punches her in the face and then elbows her in the gut. Jamie grabs onto Corlen’s neck and twists, gripping tight and laying her down with a DDT.

Larry Gordon: Emily starts off strong.

Linzi Martin: But Shields has got fight in him!

Corlen is still locked in a headlock on the canvas but she begins punching Shields in the gut and ribs to get herself free. She does and brings her knees down over Shields’ chest. Shields rolls away and gets to his feet. Corlen’s up too and runs at him, kicking him across the head and sending him spinning. She goes for it again but this time Shields grabs her and suplexes her to the canvas hard.

Larry Gordon: Everytime you think Corlen’s in control, Shields makes a comeback.

Linzi Martin: The first round is almost over and this is really tight!

Corlen and Shields are back on their feet and begin unleashing a barrage of strikes on each other. The crowds on their feet, and suddenly Corlen grabs onto Shields and knees him repeatedly in the gut. She lifts him up! GLAM SLAM!

DING DING

Larry Gordon: That’s the end of the first round, both competitors in their respective corners.

Linzi Martin: I have to say I think Corlen took that round, the Glam Slam at the end really punctuated that.

DING DING

Larry Gordon: Round 2!

Linzi Martin: Uhhh… Larry!!!!

***

Masters and More Masters

Larry Gordon: Wait! That’s Fley!

Linzi Martin: And the rest of the M.o.A!

Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries, The Brutal and Fley coming oozing out of the crowd and storm the ring. Jamie Shields, is the initial focus of their attack as, already exhausted and bloody and beaten from his match, goes down easily with multiple chair shots.

Linzi Martin: Aries just busted Shields head wide open!

Larry Gordan: They can’t do this! I fired Aries!

While the M.o.A is focused on Shields, Emily Corlen takes that opportunity to evacuate the ring. Her feet are barely on the ground before the M.o.A turn from Shields and start to look for her. Corlen quickly grabs up a chair and starts to back up the rampway. The M.o.A start to spill out of the ring with Fley leading the way.

Linzi Martin: Don’t be a hero girl! Just run!

Larry Gordan: She knows what she’s doing, Linzi. Now if only…

“Play With Fire” hits the PA system for the second time tonight and the fans go nuts. The five members of the M.o.A freeze mid-stride and start to look around to one another nervously. Emily turns her body sideways so that she can watch the M.o.A and the entrance way, but she doesn’t lessen her vigil at all.

Linzi Martin: What’s going on?

Larry Gordan: I think the Rebel Pro is about to take a stand!

From behind the curtain Violet Harper and Jaice Wilds emerge with baseball bats in hand. Slowly they extend the tips of the bats to the M.o.A and the arena erupts into cheers. A small smirk slides across Emily’s face as she turns all of her attention to the M.o.A and raises her chair. Jaice and Violet start to rush down the aisle way.

Larry Gordan: Not exactly even odds but I like our chances! Run ‘em out of town!

Linzi Martin: Don’t mess with the RPW!

The M.o.A, now confronted with a force that’s untied and prepared for them starts to back down the aisle looking for the best escape route. Jaice and Harper coming charging in with bats raised. Emily awaits her back up.

Larry Gordan: Here we… NO!

!SMACK! – !CRACK!

Corlen is dropped to the floor with two vicious shots from the bat wielding duo of Jaice and Harper, but they don’t stop there as they star to wail on her. Cracking the bat across her ribs and back as Corlen tries to cover up the best she can.

Linzi Martin: No! Why!?

Larry Gordan: I just don’t understand… what’s happening?

Smiles start to spread across the faces of the rest of the M.o.A as they begin to move back up the aisle way. The booing from the crowd is sparse as most of the fans sit in stunned disbelief. Harper and Wilds finally let up just as the rest of the M.o.A join them. Shoulder pats, hand shakes and congratulations are given to the new comers.

It’s also at that time when Styx and his hooded friend emerge from behind the curtain. He wears a small smile on his face as he bends down a bit to say something to his friend. His companions hood moves with a nod and Styx smiles a bit deeper.

Linzi Martin: Jaice, has a mic Larr. Maybe now we’ll get some answers.

Larry Gordan: I don’t think I care anymore Linzi.

Jaice makes a little space from himself and the rest of the M.o.A and raises his mic. The other Masters crowd around the downed body of Corlen. Making sure to push her back down with a foot or chair if she looks to rise.

Jaice Wilds: I warned you.

Jaice holds out his hands and shrugs, a look of pure innocence on his face, ruined only by the smug smile on his lips, and the fans start to boo.

Jaice Wilds: Yeah, and I could care less what any of you think! Apparently no one around here has thought much about ol Jaice Wilds in quite sometime. I mean a night of MMA and I don’t have a fucking match? Hello!? Larry!? I’m Mr. MMA you fuck!

Jaice rolls his eyes at the onslaught of boos.

Jaice Wilds: But my decision here tonight wasn’t about that at all. If ol Gordy wants to run this shit hole into the ground then let him, but I’m going to make sure that my trailer is hitched to the organization that’s going to get me out of here when it all falls down. I’m so fucking tired of being just another cog in the machine. Easily forgotten when Gordy can’t be bothered to check the roster. So the M.o.A becomes the logical choice. The only choice for saving the tattered remains of what Gordy and the RPW have made of my career. It’s been a lot of laughs.

Larry Gordan: I can’t wrestle your matches for you Jaice! You’re fired! You’re all fired!

Linzi Martin: Larry calm down! Your heart! We’ll be okay! The RPW will be okay!

The fans continue to boo as Jaice moves back over to the other Masters and hands his mic off to Violet. If you thought they were loud for Jaice, you haven’t heard anything yet. Harper looks out to the crowd and a sad expression crosses her face and she begins to cry.

Violet Harper: I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry but I didn’t have a choice.

The crowd starts to quiet down and Harper looks over her shoulder at Fley who glares back at her. She nods and turns back to the crowd.

Violet Harper: I was left with no choice but to join the M.o.A, because… because…

She pauses again and lowers her head. She begins to weep loudly, her smooth round shoulders shaking with the sobs.

Larry Gordan: My God! What have those monsters black mailed her with?

Linzi Martin: Lar… I don’t think she’s crying.

Suddenly Violet whips back her head and she’s laughing. Laughing so hard that tears are bursting from her eyes, and so too do the Masters start to laugh. Until at last Violet brings the mic back down to her lips.

Violet Harper: Don’t play…with…me…’cause you’re playin’ with fire…

The crowd returns to booing her again but she just keeps laughing. Harper tosses the mic back to Fley, who’s impressed with Violet’s control over the crowd.

Fley: She doesn’t owe you anything. But the MoA? Well, we’ve come to collect. And reign supreme. Sleep tight.

“After the Flesh” blares through the arena once more and Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries, Violet Harper, Jaice Wilds, The Brutal and Fley start to make their way towards Styx at the top of the rampway.

Linzi Martin: Larr, you going to be okay?

Larry Gordan: I’ll be fine Linzi. We still have a match to call. This isn’t the the first time and it won’t be the last time a bunch of punks tried to run my show.

Linzi Martin: You’ll show em Larr.

Larry Gordan: I sure will.

The Masters finally reach Styx and together they vanish behind the curtain for the final time tonight.

All Falls Down

All there is, is silence.

Aggression Title Match

Johnny Maverick(C) vs Anna Mathews

The two step forward and Johnny goes about his business, teasing a few jabs and then a Snap Kick before lunging into a Rear Waistlock. Anna tries to block him but finds herself easily tossed up into the air, spun and slammed face first into the mat. Johnny then tries to pounce on her and put a knee in the back of her head but Anna spins out and comes up on top of him. Johnny powers but Anna hangs on to a clinch, letting Johnny get to his feet before swinging up a knee up into his face, only for it to narrowly miss.

Lisa Seldon: No no that is not how we practiced it!

Spyke Gein: Hey we practiced too! On your mother!

Lisa Seldon: Don’t make me come over there!

Spyke Gein: That’s what I said to your mom’s face!

Lisa Seldon: I’m gonna split you in two and make you come on your own face if you don’t shut the fuck up!

Johnny dodges the knee and then trips out Anna’s back leg, putting her on the mat again. Johnny then swings up a leg, looking to stomp her, but catches only the mat as Anna backs out of the way. Johnny stumbles a bit from the landing and looks to fall, but maintains his balance enough to dive into a top mounted Headlock. Johnny then grinds away as Anna kicks up her feet, looking to trap him in a Head Scissors. Anna misses the first attempt and Johnny shrugs of the second while he carries on grinding away, forcing Anna to go a different way. She then rotates and spins, staying in the move but managing to get onto her front and begin working back to her feet.

Lisa Seldon: Kick him in the balls and take the point reduction! It’s cool, you’ve got 54 rounds to make it back!

The two finally get back to their feet and Anna shoves Johnny off, sending him to the cage wall. Johnny flies to the fence but just manages to stop himself, breaths a sigh of relief and then throws a Thrust Kick at Anna as she rushes from behind. Anna ducks the shot and hits the cage, stepping a foot off the electrified steel and tossing herself into a High Roundhouse Kick. Johnny gets caught off guard and is too slow to duck, but does manage to get a hand up to take most of the force out of the blow. Johnny looks a little dizzy though and staggers back, allowing Anna to pressure him toward the fence with a furious flurry of lefts and rights before ending with a Dropkick in the stomach that sends him dangerously close to the fence again.

Lisa Seldon: Stop lying down on the job and push him in!

Anna leaps to her feet and charges Johnny again, but this time he has his wits about him and easily catches her kick. Johnny then turns into a baseball bat like swing, sending Anna into the cage and the sparks flying into the air amongst a giant electrical splash.

Lisa Seldon: Well that was stupid!

Anna gets blasted off the cage and walks right into an elbow strike, ripping across her forehead and sending her staggering to one side. Johnny follows her and rips off a one two combination, leading right into a wicked stab to the throat and then an Inside Leg-Kick, taking out her lead leg and putting her to a knee. Johnny then steps in, pulls her head forward and –

Spyke Gein: Oh oh! Wait!

Johnny stops mid blow and then every single person in the building, including the referee and Anna herself, turn to Spyke.

Spyke Gein: Actually no, that would be a really stupid idea. Never mind, get back to what you were doing.

Everything seems to sink for a moment but Johnny eventually regains his composure and then rips through Anna’s face for a second time with a knee, sending her to the mat.

Lisa Seldon: That was meant to be you doing that, Anna!

Anna flops to her back and Johnny pounces, leaping into Side Control to pin her down before grinding a sick series of elbows into her face. Anna begins to fade and Johnny tests it by switching toward the mount, but Anna uses this moment to catch him off guard by throwing up her legs and wrapping them around his arm, looking for the Armbar. Johnny feels it coming and locks both hands together, but struggles to get her to release.

Spyke Gein: you need some advice!? You good there!?

Johnny Maverick: How about we leave this one to me!

Spyke Gein: That’s cool. Go team!

Johnny gets onto his feet with Anna still hanging on and now raking her heel off his face for good measure. Johnny keeps his hands tight though and then stands up, taking Anna off the ground with him. Johnny looks for the slam at this point but Anna lets her legs slip, dropping her back first onto the mat and using the momentum to whip him over top. Both players then scramble but Anna gets there first, catching him on the rise with a Bakatare Sliding Kick that cracks his law and sends his head snapping back into the electric fence.

The force of the blow shoots Johnny back to the mat and leaves Anna in control, allowing her to take his back and begin firing punches around the side of his face. Johnny puts a hand up to block, only for Anna to slip her hand under it and lock a Half Nelson while her other hand shoots for his throat to complete the Kataha-Jime. Anna catches it for a second and the fans jump up in response, but Johnny is quickly to reply by rolling onto his back and using his free hand to break the Body Lock before Anna can get it properly tied in. Johnny then arches his hips away from her to defend one part while getting his hands together to defend the other, pushing down with his tied up hand to create some breathing room. Johnny then rolls into her, coming up in her guard but back on top again.

Lisa Seldon: This isn’t what we talked about, Anna!

Spyke Gein: What did you talk about!?

Lisa Seldon: Oh, you know! Moves and shit!

Spyke Gein: That’s cool!

Lisa Seldon: Yeah, it was ok. How about you!?

Spyke Gein: He already knew all the moves so we just hung out! Watched a film!

Lisa Seldon: What did you watch!?

Spyke Gein: Rocky!

Lisa Seldon: Oh shit, Rocky was on!?

Spyke Gein: No we watched it on DVD!

Lisa Seldon: Can I borrow it!?

Spyke Gein: Yeah I’ll give it to you backstage!

Totally oblivious to the conversations going on around them, Johnny continues trying to get in on the attack while Anna Mathews tries to kick him off. Eventually Johnny dives but ends up with a foot in his ribs, allowing Anna to push him into the distance. Johnny ends up on his feet and Anna scrambles to meet him, slips under a left and sticks him with a shoulder in the gut. The two then back off for a moment for a breather.

Spyke Gein: Fourteen Twenty-Seven! Fourteen Twenty-Seven!

Johnny Maverick: What’s Fourteen Twenty-Seven again?

Spyke Gein: High Knee to Flaming Roundhouse Kick!

Johnny mutters the words “of course, fourteen twenty-seven” and then leaps into a Knee Strike, only for it to completely go against him when Anna leaps to one side and then swings up an Overhead Roundhouse Kick, catching him in the face and tearing him out of mid-air. Johnny then goes down and Anna pounces, landing in the mount and dropping the point of her elbow into his face with a few quick Elbow Stabs amidst the sound of the ten second warning. Anna keeps up the pressure but Johnny bucks suddenly, knocking Anna off her base and allowing him to pummel under and catch a leg on the pass. Anna tries to fight it but Johnny tightens it up and secures a Kneebar which he quickly squeezes tight.

Spyke Gein: Tapout you stupid cat voiced bitch!

Lisa Seldon: That’s a diagnosed speech impediment!

Anna gets a heel up onto his backside to take off the pressure and holds out until the bell. Johnny hangs on until the ref forces him off and then heads to his corner while Anna moves to hers. Lisa and Spyke then take to the ring.

***

Spyke Gein: Ice! I need ice!

Johnny dabs at the spot on his head where Anna scraped him with her heel but comes up dry.

Johnny Maverick: This? It’s just a -

Johnny is cut off by the sudden avalanche of ice hitting him in the face.

***

Lisa Seldon: I don’t understand, I taught you everything you need to know.

Anna Mathews: Awl u sad wiz nee hm inn thu fase intel he stawps breefin!

Lisa Seldon: Which you are not doing.

Lisa glances at her through a haughty scowl.

***

Spyke Gein: You feeling fresh out there champ? Feeling strong? You need some emergency testosterone replacement therapy or some weird Mexican steroid shit I picked up off the internet?

Spyke pulls out a massive pot of pills that Johnny pushes back.

Johnny Maverick: You put those away!

Spyke Gein: Right, I get ya, save them for the later rounds.

Spyke winks and slips them back under his shirt, looking to disguise them despite the massive bulge.

***

Lisa Seldon: Look, if this was me we’d already be winning so I really don’t know what else to tell you. So just go out there, stop fucking around and do whatever I’d do.

Lisa turns away as Anna makes a face behind her back. Unfortunately, Lisa is looking at the giant video screen with their faces on it.

Lisa Seldon: I can still see you.

***

Lisa and Spyke give the ring back to the competitors, who march forward into the fight again.

Lisa Seldon: Kick him!

Anna Mathews: U sad nees!

Lisa Seldon: I said knees last time, that time you were supposed to kick him!

Anna Mathews decides to stay illusive for the time being, circling toward Johnny’s lead leg while peppering it with a few swift kicks. Eventually Johnny manages to get her rhythm down and begins checking them while mixing up a few jabs to keep her off guard. Anna manages to avoid the worst of them and keeps hacking away at the leg before backing off entirely when Johnny swings with a huge knockout Overhand Right. Johnny turns to follow her hand then begs her to come on before wading in with a thich swarm of lefts and rights that chase Anna across the cage. Anna eventually steps under one and wraps around a leg, but Johnny presses through her before she can do anything with it. Johnny then lands with one knee on her chest, leaving her pinned to the mat and at his mercy.

Lisa Seldon: I said do what I would do, not what Emily Corlen would do!

Johnny bobs his shoulders to fake a few shots, leading her this way and that before he finally let’s rip and crushes her with a shot from the right. Anna’s head bounces off the canvas and Johnny keeps it up, battering her with a left and a right that fail to get through as Anna throws up her arms. With Anna busy blocking Johnny switches, spinning toward her leg again and wrapping up another Kneebar that Anna instantly begins trying to fight off.

Lisa Seldon: I don’t think you’re quite grasping the core aspect of nee hm inn thu fase intel he stawps breefin!

Anna rolls but this time Maverick has it tight and with plenty of time to work. Anna instinctively reaches for the ropes and gets a nasty shock for her troubles, mostly because the ropes are actually an impregnable cage of death. Anna then rolls the other way, trying to shake him off, but Johnny hangs on like an alligator, thrashing and rolling as he looks to pull her apart. Anna tries striking him with her heel but can’t get much more out of it but a few swift digs in his ribs. Johnny takes the fight out of her though when he cranks her knee again.

Lisa Seldon: You look like you’re in a lot of pain! Would you like some real advice or should I just keep shouting shit about Knees!?

Spyke Gein: Since when did you learn to wrestle!?

Lisa Seldon: Hey, shut the fuck up!

Lisa then turns back to Anna who is currently inches away from her and currently shaking her fist. Despite being close enough to lick if she wanted to, Lisa continues shouting because it’s just the way things are done.

Lisa Seldon: Sit up and then cross your legs!

Sure enough Anna rolls again until she gets into a seated position, allowing her to cross her free leg over the barred one and take it out of danger.

Johnny Maverick: How the fuck do you know that!?

Lisa Seldon: Of course I know how to get out of a Kneebar, everything I do is kicking!

Johnny shakes his head and then gets back to work, looking to pry her leg free. As he pulls and falls back though, Anna pushes over and lands on top, leaving her in side control and freeing her up to land some knees in his side. Johnny slips an arm through, trying to wrap it around her side, only for Anna to clamp it between her legs, securing a crucifix. Johnny instantly wakes up and begins trying to buck her off, promoting Anna to make the most of it by driving elbows into the side of his head. The ref dives in to check Johnny but he holds his resolve and continues swinging his legs back and forth until he manages to get on his side. Johnny then surges, throwing himself out of her grasp and coming up behind her in a Rear Waistlock. Anna braces herself, expecting a choke, but Johnny decides to switching things up a bit by dead lifting her off the mat and then dumping her into the floor with a Release German Suplex. Anna crumples up by the fence again.

Lisa Seldon: This probably wasn’t the best match type for you, was it?

Lisa shakes her head softly as Anna is dragged backward centre by her ankle and then up onto one leg. Johnny then snaps her backdown with a Dragon Screw, tweaking the knee a little more. Johnny then pulls her up for a second, allowing Anna to shoot for an Enzugiri, miss, land facing the other way and be tossed over onto her back. Johnny then leaves Anna and goes looking for some plunder.

Lisa Seldon: He’s probably about to him you with something!

Spyke Gein: Oh he’s totally about to hit you with something!

Anna gets up and Johnny comes in swinging with a barbedwire chair at her face. Anna ducks the first shot and then rolls to the side as Johnny brings it down, embedding it in the mat. Johnny pulls at first but eventually gives in and turns back to Anna who is waiting with a kick in his gut. Anna then wraps him up in a Front Facelock, steps off the cage wall and then DDTs him on the chair.

Spyke Gein: I don’t that move is approved by the State Athletic Commission!

Unable to finish him there, Anna hangs on and rolls to her back, pulling Maverick into a Guillotine Choke. Maverick looks woozy as he struggles in Anna’s guard, still rocked from the fall and now bleeding from a gash on his forehead. Johnny tries to pull out but Anna has it tight and leans back, looking to finish him right here. Johnny’s arms start to go limp and his face drifts into an odd shade of purple but he fights on, leaning back onto his knees and then eventually getting a foot down.

Spyke Gein: I know you don’t want to fall over but that’s totally the opposite of what she would be expecting you to do!

Lisa Seldon: Listen to him he hasn’t given you terrible advice at all!

Spyke Gein: Thanks!

Anna tightens up and then yanks back, taking Johnny off balance again, but he manages to put a hand down to save himself and then surges again, fighting back to his feet. He then charges for the fence and dives head first, slamming both himself and Anna into the cage wall amongst a horrid electrical flare that fires them toward the ring. The two then struggle back to their feet. Anna aims to attack first with a Roundhouse Kick but Maverick gets in there before her and lifts her face back with a Palm Strike. Anna falls back and Johnny follows, clobbering her with a series of strikes before turning away and ripping her open with a Spinning Backfist, sending her to the floor again.

Lisa Seldon: So we’re doing fucking spinning shit now?

Anna lifts her head and almost gets it caved in when Johnny puts a heel through her face. Johnny then leaves her flat and turns to Spyke.

Johnny Maverick: Twenty-Seven!

Nothing happens. Johnny sighs.

Johnny Maverick: Lighter fluid.

Spyke mutters the words “of course, twenty seven” under his breath as he tosses him some lighter fluid and a box of matches for which the fluid would be useless without. Johnny then does what any sane adult would do and douses his trouser leg. Johnny then waits for Anna to stand before lighting the thing on fire.

Lisa Seldon: Look out for -

Anna turns around and walks into a massive flaming flying knee, splitting her face down the middle and turning her inside out.

Lisa Seldon: Never mind! Just keep doing what you’re doing! Maybe less bleeding and incinerating but other than that you’re doing great!

Lisa offers her a thumbs up as Johnny bears down and extinguishes his flaming knee by ripping it through the side of her head. Anna does her best to cover up as the ten second warning sounds again. Anna covers up as Johnny bears down, driving knees in and about her face until the referee finally steps in. Johnny raises his hand but the referee waves him, saying it was just the end of the round. Anna meanwhile looks as confused as anyone, what with the mass amount of bleeding she’s currently doing.

***

Lisa Seldon enters the cage, casually sipping on a bottle of water.

Lisa Seldon: I’m going to be honest with you. You probably didn’t win that round.

Anna Mathews looks up through her various facial wounds and professes an expression which simply states “no shit”.

Lisa Seldon: It’s cool though. You’ve got another 53 rounds left to pull it around. So get out there and make it happen!

Anna weakly reaches out for the bottle, only for Lisa to shake her head.

Lisa Seldon: No no, water is for winners honey, and you haven’t won anything today.

Lisa finishes the bottle and tosses it into the ring.

***

Spyke Gein: So, uh, you’re doing well then.

Johnny nods along while towelling himself off.

Spyke Gein: Not really much else I can tell you. You know all the moves.

***

Lisa Seldon: Look, this isn’t hard, just get out there and start fucking winning shit.

Lisa, possibly the worst corner person ever, storms out of the cage.

***

Johnny comes out with gutso, looking to finish her right here as he throws a High Roundhouse at her head. Anna blocks but gets stunned as the barbs hack through her wrists. Anna goes down again but quickly rolls back to her feet, grabs the nearest thing at hand – which hands to be a thumbtack covered shoe – and heaves it at his head. Johnny gets a scratch at worst and then swarms, catching Anna with a forearm in the throat and driving her back into the cage wall, pinning her to the electrified fence and giving her the worst of it before tossing her to the side. Johnny then rushes forward with a soccer kick, digging his barbedwire wrapped leg into her gut and then sending her into the distance, her flesh peeling as she does.

Lisa Seldon: That’s cool, we can get that fixed!

Spyke Gein: Oh cool do you have a guy for that, because we were practicing earlier and I might have accidentally ripped a woman’s face off.

Anna comes to her feet again and gets her head pulled down into a knee, sending the blood spewing through the air as he head snaps back. He then follows up with a Sidekick that doubles her over and then steps to one side for an Angled Roundhouse Kick, swooping up and shattering the back of her head.

Lisa Seldon: I know we’re not playing for points or anything, but if you could avoid getting hit with absolutely everything, that would probably help us out.

Anna can barely stand at this point as Johnny pulls her up and then tosses her backward into the cage. The shock blasts her forward and Johnny comes low, looking for the Superman Punch, but Anna leaps up first and crushes his skull with an earth shattering knee of her own. Johnny then falls into her and pulls her down, but struggles to maintain any control as his legs come out from under him. Johnny then tries to wade forward but crawls right into a Triangle Choke. Johnny immediately pulls back up Anna tightens it up and then sticks him with an Elbow Strike down on the top of his skull.

Lisa Seldon: Can I just say that the second you took my advice and hit him with a knee, everything turned around!

Anna scowls but hangs on, sticking him with elbows as Johnny tries to fight out. He then falls back, trying to get a leg over her, but Anna rolls with him and ends up on top, giving her free reign to stick him with fists before he pus her on her back again. Johnny then hunkers down, getting his feet under him and preparing to stand, but as he does, Anna reaches out and grabs the nearest weapon.

Spyke Gein: Anything but that!

Johnny struggles and tosses Anna into the air, looking for the slam, but as he gets her up, Anna lashes out, bringing a Magical Eightball down and caving in his skull. The ball splits, sending strange viscous blue fluid around the ring, but the damage is done and Johnny drops straight down to his knees. Anna then comes down on her back with the force of the fall being enough to tighten the hold up further.

Spyke Gein: I thought it was supposed to predict the future!? Why didn’t it save itself!?

Johnny keeps trying to fight her off but his arms start to wane as Anna carries on battering him with elbows. Johnny lands a few defiant punches but struggles to get anything on them. Until finally his hands slip and his body slumps to one side. The referee then dives in, breaking the hold as he calls for the bell.

DING DING

Joan Jett takes over the sound system again as Lisa rushes the ring and pulls Anna to her feet. Anna seems a little confused at first, what with all the profuse bleeding, but she’s eventually able to accept the fact that’s won, despite it only being round three of fifty five. The referee returns to the ring and hands her the belt, which Anna in turn tosses into the air like a graduation cap. Suddenly unbound by the laws of physics, it, Anna and Lisa freeze in midair, having jumped up in the excitment. Everyone else seems confused.

***

Quick Results

Vincent Black vs Rocky Logan – Draw

Emily Corlen defeated Jamie Shields in 1 round before the MoA ruined the match

Anna Mathews defeated Johnny Maverick in 3 rounds, becoming the new Aggression Champion!

Cakes on me!

Direct Intervention is Necessary

We fade backstage now, to an unmarked door somewhere within the arena. The door is left a creak open and the camera crew quietly opens it and sticks the microphone in. Sneaky bastards.

Voice 1: Just when I thought I was out…

Voice 2: They pull you back in?

The second man laughs. The first merely scoffs.

Voice 1: This will not stand. I let Case think he won with a stupid doppleganger and this is what happens to REBEL Pro. REBEL Pro has collapsed and the work we did has fallen apart as quickly as it came together. Worse, look at what’s happened tonight.

There’s a long pause.

Voice 2: The Masters.

Voice 1: The Masters. We knew they’d make their mark, and everyone in the AoWF is sitting on their asses and letting themselves get fucked.

Another pause.

Voice 3: Maaaaaaaaan. Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about doing what I think you are doing.

Voice 1: REBEL Pro will survive. And it won’t fall into the hands of the fucking M.o.A.

Voice 2: So. We’re putting more of the band back together?

Pause.

Voice 1: No. That was making war. This is taking a stand. For REBEL Pro.

Voice 2: For the AoWF?

Voice 1: For the AoWF.

Voice 3: Oh my god no…

The third man begins to whimper.

Voice 2: Assuming direct control?

Voice 1: Assuming direct control.

The third man begins to cry.

Voice 1: REBEL Pro can’t belong to the Masters and their cronies, traitors like Jaice and Violet.

The camera crew dude with the mic falls into the room so the camera dude follows. The three men in the room don’t even bother to turn their back. Two face the one sitting at the desk, which has a plaque that reads “General Manager”. One seems to still be whimpering and shaking. The other is in full military urban camo gear, five stars along each shoulder of his jacket as he nods knowingly. Behind the large leather chair, looming on the wall is a banner… A burning skull placed over the old Confederate flag, and the crowd in the arena goes nuts. And a man sitting at that chair.

Linzi Martin: Oh my God Larry… Did you know?

Larry Gordon: Of course.

The man behind the GM’s desk spins his chair around and taps his hand on the desk.

Simon Kalis: Because it belongs to The Order of Chaos. REBEL Pro shall rise again.

Kalis points to the camera, as if his hand were a firearm.

Simon Kalis: You better-

The door opens again. This time…

Emily Corlen: Believe it.

Masakazu turns around and smirks. He extends his hand out to Corlen.

Masakazu: So… You in?

Emily Corlen: I’m in.

Simon and Masakazu and Corlen walk out of the room pushing the camera crew aside as Jeremy Gold turns to face the camera, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Jeremy Gold: Oh my God.

Gold faints and hits his head on the desk as the camera zooms in on the “joint flag” of REBEL Pro and The Order of Chaos as we fade away…