Prove Your Worth 9-3-2010

September 3, 2010

Live from the Grady Cole Center(Charlotte, NC)

“Prove to You” by Chevelle blares through the speakers as the camera pans around to show the packed Grady Cole Center, not a single seat is empty. The fans have already gotten their beer, their Cokes, their popcorn as we pan around to Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor sitting at the announce table; Jenny Jersey is of course standing center ring ready for the first match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this Rebel Pro Supershow is brought to you by the lovely folks at Durham 8 TV and broadcasted to local bars as well as in the Aggression Arena in Durham this evening.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet that was hard to do in one breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: The song is Chevelle’s “Prove to Me”, this is my partner Corey Taylor, I’m Rob Martinez, and lets get to Jenn…

COREY TAYLOR: What is it?

The camera immediately goes backstage.

ROB MARTINEZ: There seems to have been yet another attack.

Justin Case is laid out on the floor, blood seeping from a wound on the back of his head, a “M” painted on his back with another “M” painted just below that.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is going on in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like Marcus Marion is involved, way to go he never should have lost that title anyways. But then again it could be that dastardly Marina Blue behind it as well.

The camera cuts again to a lockerroom where Ian Schwartz is slumped unconscious in his wheelchair and Marina is face down with her head turned to the side. A “M” has been painted on her back and Ian’s shirt is torn to reveal a “M” as well.

COREY TAYLOR: She did it to herself for damn pity. She is lower than low.

ROB MARTINEZ: Definitely not the way we had invisioned “Prove Your Worth” opening up but with both World Champion and his challenger down, will there even be a match later tonight?

COREY TAYLOR: I dunno, but Case retains if not so lets get to the first match.

Back to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the opener for Prove Your Worth and is set for one fall…

“The Kenyan King” by The Kenyan Bomas hits up in the speakers as from the back, escorted by Damien Alexander, comes Kongo to a huge amount of booing. Kongo looks around, but the booing doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring standing at seven feet two inches and weighing three hundred and sixty pounds, accompanied to the ring by Damien Alexander… “THE KENYAN KING” KONGO!

Kongo steps flat footed up onto the apron before stepping over the top rope and into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is one massive individual.

COREY TAYLOR: In other words, he is a big motherfucker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh… yeah.

“I Hear the Voices” comes into the sound system and out from the back comes a very scared and very aluminumfied Bobby Lee to a massive amount of cheering. Bobby Lee ducks, thinking it is a bomb, but shakily gets up and waves to the crowd; a bit shyly.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making his way to the ring, from Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred forty pounds… BOBBY LEE!

Bobby looks at Kongo up in the ring, a bit nervous before he rolls under the rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bobby Lee looking for his first victory here in Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: He is remembering what happened to hiim at the hands of Akuma The Malignant.

DING DING

Referee Jimmy Johnson is officiating this contest as the bell sounds and Kongo starts off with a massive right hand rocking BL off his feet. Kongo slams another fist into his face before lifting him off the ground with a massive boot to the midsection. Kongo scoops BL onto his shoulders in a torture rack, seeming to send a messege to Akuma while he stares at the backstage curtain. Kongo bears down on the force, BL begins to scream in pain. Kongo tosses him in the corner, BL lands on the top turnbuckle, midsection first and crumples there wimpering from the pain and lack of anything to do about it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo dominating here.

COREY TAYLOR: As if there was any doubt.

Kongo lifts Bobby Lee back off his position on the turnbuckle, into a military press slam position. Damien encourages him to just toss him over the top rope. Kongo obliges and Bobby Lee is tossed bodily over the top rope to land at Damien’s feet. Alexander begins to stomp away on the downed BL and the crowd let him know their displeasure.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: What are you talking about? I don’t see anything.

Bobby Lee scrambles up to his feet, trying to run away because he knows that he can’t fight the big man, let alone both of them. Damien catches him by the back of his tights, rolling him into the ring. Kongo lifts him to his feet. Irish whip.

ROB MARTINEZ: Gawd what a big boot!

Bobby Lee spins into the corner and slams back first there. Here comes Kongo with The Amazon Splash. Kongo in the air…

Bobby Lee falls!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kongo just opened up his own skull!

COREY TAYLOR: Kongo is out! I can’t believe it.

Kongo is slumped in the corner, Bobby Lee manages to roll him up from behind.

One…

Two,…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee!

He can’t believe it, but here comes Damien into the ring and Kongo is waking up. Bobby Lee notices and dives out of the ring. He looks over his shoulder as Kongo and Damien look on.

COREY TAYLOR: What the…?

Akuma out of the crowd past Corey Taylor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes Jester… I mean The Ringleader.

The Ringleader jumps the barricade, Kongo and Damien are still watching Bobby Lee. Akuma spins Kongo around. Jester slams the wolf head of his cane right into Damien’s skull, sending him down.

BIG MAN FIGHT!

Fistycuffs!

Kongo and Akuma exchanging blows, rights and lefts. The ring is shaking with the force of the blows. Jester from behind slams the cane into Kongo’s knee causing him to stumble. Akuma grunts with effort.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dear GAWD! Akuma has Kongo on his shoulders!

DEMONIC ASCENSION!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!

ROB MARTINEZ: The ring may have just broken!

Here comes security, but a bit too late. However Jester and Akuma are leaving without any further damage to Kongo and Damien Alexander. Security looks a bit lost as what to do, as if that is anything new. Jester laughs his laugh and Akuma seems to be wanting some more flesh to pound into submission.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll be right back after this break and hopefully the ring isn’t broken underneath.

Commercial for Brion’s Baked Beans… even without ‘em he’s a gas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans we are back after that brief commercial break and the ring has suffered no lasting effects.

COREY TAYLOR: But it will when they undoubtedly collide again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Jenny with our next match.

The Instrumental version of “Creeping Death” comes through the speakers as from the back to a mixed reaction that leans more towards boos than cheers is Devils Nation.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of five hundred and eighty pounds… JIMMYand KEVIN THORTON… DEVILS NATION!

Jimmy and Kevin don’t care about the boos, nor the cheers as they step into the ring.

“We Are One” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Back Yard Breed to another mixed reaction, this one leaning towards cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of four hundred and thirty-eight pounds, the team of JORDI DAVIES and KYLE TWEED… BACK! YARD! BREED!

Jordi and Kyle step into the ring, their eyes locked on the two members of Devils Nation.

Is that the Wringling Brothers? No, its Barnum and Bailey, no the WRingling Brothers. Who cares?! Its Circus music! The crowd are on their feet cheering for the two smallest men in professional wrestling!

JENNY JERSEY: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of two hundred pounds… NIGEL and WINSTON… DEVILS DISCIPLES!

Nigel and Winston dive into the ring where the other members are already laying into each other with rights and lefts.

DING DING

COREY TAYLOR: Winston with a bite to Kyle’s ass?

ROB MARTINEZ: Nigel with a punch to the berries of Kevin Thorton!

The two men are trying their best, but their size is just too much to over come as they are tossed out of the ring. Winston catches the top rope, Nigel flips onto the top turnbuckle. Kyle and Kevin have forgotten them. Winston with a roundhouse kick right to the bridge of Kevin’s nose and he goes down! Nigel slams both of his feet right into Kyle’s face and he falls back over Winston for the first pin!

One…

Two…

Jordi Davies with the save ain the stomp to the back of Winston’s head.

Boos from the crowd at the stop, they want Winston and Nigel to get a victory. Here comes Jimmy Thorton with a sweeping kick to the ribs of Jordi Davies, but Davies manages to sway out of reach. Jordi with a spinning elbow rocks Jimmy back in the corner. Winston is holding at his back, but Nigel is pissed and slides out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Nigel has… a chair!

COREY TAYLOR: He can’t lift it! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Winston rolls out of the ring, holding at his back still, that stomp hurt damnit! Jordi lifts Jimmy up to the top turnbuckle, but Jimmy fires back with a right and left quick succession combo sending Jordi stumbling over Kyle Tweed. Jimmy launches himself coming down with a leg drop across Jordi’s throat into a pin.

One….

Two…

Thr

The flying form of Nigel breaks up the count as he lands on Jimmy Thorton. Here comes Kevin though, lifting the much… much… much smaller man up tossing him through the air like some mini lawn dart. Nigel’s head slams into the top turnbuckle and he crumples to the canvas, perhaps out cold. A scream is heard and here comes Winston with a miniature baseball bat aiming at Kevin’s legs. Kevin Thorton laughs while pointing at Kevin. Jimmy is up as well and the two surround Winston.

ROB MARTINEZ: Winston is going to go down defending himself.

COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t that little bat so… WHAT THE HELL?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Its a shocker!

Winston shoves it into the groin of Kevin Thorton and flips the switch. Kevin stumbles back from the pain, his hands going right to the groin and holding himself. Winston turns quickly, shoving the shocker into Jimmy’s crotch. Winston looks up into Jimmy’s eyes and mouths “Bye bye babies”

And pulls the trigger!

Jimmy is blasted back from the shocker. Winston looks down, blowing off the end like it is some sort of six shooter gun. But he pauses too long as Jordi Davies slams into him with force from behind. Jordi’s knee catches him right in the back of the skull, sending him down face first on the canvas and losing his control of the shocker. Kyle Tweed picks it up and places it in his tights.

COREY TAYLOR: It doesn’t look good now.

ROB MARTINEZ: It didn’t look too good before.

Nigel has woken up and has finally gotten a chair into the ring, but Jordi takes it from him. He boots Nigel in the face, sending him to sit in the corner, holding at his busted lip. Jordi turns around.

*WHAM!*

Chair right to the face of Kyle Tweed. Jordi looks down and smiles?! Yes he is smiling!

COREY TAYLOR: What the?

ROB MARTINEZ: That seems to be your question of the night.

Kyle falls on his back while Jordi makes his way out of the ring. Jimmy and Kevin are still holding themselves, unable to move. Nigel and Winston look at the three men remaining in the ring, back to each other, back to the men, and finally back to each other. They both dive on Kyle Tweed. Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… Winston and Nigel… Devils Disciples!

ROB MARTINEZ: They did it! I can’t believe it! They freaking did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They have to be the smallest men to ever have won a match in Rebel Pro, in wrestling in general!

Nigel and Winston jump up and celebrate as Jester walks from the back, shock on his face as he just stares at the two in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll be right back after this commercial break with our third match of the night.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, where J-Kurt is going to kill his brother Chad.

Commercial for Jacob’s Jockstraps, only the strong survive.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are being told that another attack has taken place backstage, lets get our camera back there to see what is going on.

The camera cuts backstage where Blood is sitting up against a wall, a crimson mask covering the part of his face that is visible. Blood also covers his chest and he seems to have been attacked and leaned up against the wall.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! Ha! This confirms that it is Marcus Marion! He is just a genius, weaken your competition then kick their ass in the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not sure, but it is sure looking like he is behind all of this.

Back to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Barbed-Wire Cage Match… introducing first… from Paducah, Kentucky… weighing in at 215 pounds… J-Kurt!!!

(“Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake begins to play over the P.A. System as J-Kurt comes out by himself for this match, bound and determined for this big match against his cousin as he hesitantly steps in the Barbed-Wire Cage wielding a barbed-wire two-by-four and his elbow and knee pads wrapped in barbed-wire.)

ROB MARTINEZ: It is such a shame that J-Kurt has turned his back on his own family just to further his own career, and it’s even sadder things have come to this.

COREY TAYLOR: Who are you trying to kid here? All Chad Kurtis has ever done, being the glory hog he is, has been holding his cousin back from being the star that he will be here in REBEL Pro!

(Just then, “Cocky” by Kid Rock begins to play over the P.A. system as “The Show” Chad Kurtis comes out tagging hands with the fans, although with a bit of a heavy heart while wielding a barbed-wire steel chair in one hand with a barbed-wire metal bat in the other hand.)

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… now residing in Durham, North Carolina… weighing in at 230 pounds… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!!!

(Chad then climbs into the structure as he stares intently at his cousin as the bell rings.)

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s the bell, and we’re underway!

COREY TAYLOR: Let the blood-bath begin!

(J-Kurt then charges toward Chad Kurtis with an attempt at an elbow strike with the barbed-wire elbow pad, but Chad ducks. Chad then takes an attempt to swing the barbed-wire steel chair at J-Kurt, but the youngest member of the Kurtis clan superkick Chad right in the jaw and begins to punch him in the forehead. J-Kurt then backs up a bit and rolls forward before connecting with a Rolling Thunder attempt as he goes for the early pin.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Here goes J-Kurt with an early pin attempt!

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on ref, that was a slow count!

(J-Kurt then tried to whip Chad Kurtis into the barbed-wire, but the veteran hits the brakes as both of them lock horns with J-Kurt getting caught in a side headlock as Chad takes him down with a headlock takedown before letting his cousin up. J-Kurt then stomps on the canvas in frustration as he goes for a lock-up attempt again, but this time blatantly kicks Chad Kurtis between the legs to stop his momentum for the time being.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, COME ON! What was the point of that?

COREY TAYLOR: To get an advantage, Rob!

(J-Kurt then waits for Chad to get on one knee as he hits a running Tornado DDT going for a quick leg hook as he goes for the pin.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Another pin attempt here by J-Kurt.

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: How did he kick out of that?

(J-Kurt then goes to pick up Chad, but in a bit of playing possum, Chad monkey flips his cousin back-first into the barbed-wire structure as the fans all let out a collective gasp.)

ROB MARTINEZ: What a veteran move by Chad Kurtis, and now it’s J-Kurt being the first to bleed in this match!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it, why did he have to bust open J-Kurt like that?

(Chad Kurtis then grabs the barbed-wire bat and blasts his cousin in the back with it a few times before catching him with it in a modified Reverse STO assisted by the barbed-wire bat as now it’s Chad Kurtis going for the pin.)

ROB MARTINEZ: What an innovative move there by “The Show”, but will it be enough?

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: J-KURT WITH THE SHOULDER UP! THANK YOU, GOD!

(Chad Kurtis then goes behind J-Kurt for a Star-Maker attempt onto the barbed-wire folding chair, but J-Kurt blocks it and bulldogs Chad stomach first on the chair. Then, like a mad dog, J-Kurt unleashes a string of vicious elbow strikes to Chad’s face with the barbed-wire elbow pads turning Chad’s face into the proverbial crimson mask. J-Kurt then scoops up Chad Kurtis in a front suplex position but turns it into a lung-blower in mid-air right onto the barbed-wire knee pads as now “The Show” is writhing in pain and coughing up blood.)

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move by J-Kurt, and that may have done some serious internal damage to “The Show”! I’m not so sure “The Show” is in any shape to continue, truth be told…

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, this is just epic! Chad Kurtis is getting exactly what he deserves!

(J-Kurt then cups a hand to his ear before he goes for a standing variation of his shooting star press he calls the Killswitch as he hits it and non-chalantly hooks the leg.)

ROB MARTINEZ: This might be it…

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: NO WAY! How does Chad Kurtis keep kicking out of these moves?

(J-Kurt then motions to the top of the cage where he starts taking his time climbing the structure. Halfway up, he has to catch his breath befor ehe eventually makes it up top and looks down at his cousin with a smirk.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, no! OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN, DON’T DO THIS, J-KURT!

COREY TAYLOR: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

(J-Kurt leaps off the top of the structure a sflash bulbs go off everywhere, but he misses “The Show” who rolls out of the way at the last second! The crowd now solidly behind Chad Kurtis, Chad then wills himself to his feet and grabs the barbed-wire steel chair and hits a running shooting star press of his own as he goes for a pin attempt.)

ROB MARTINEZ: Could this be it?

One!

Two!

COREY TAYLOR: Not quite yet! Please God, don’t let that jerk win this…

(Chad Kurtis then clangs the chair against the canvas repeatedly as the crowd starts clapping in unison with him as Chad connects with the head of J-Kurt, making both men an absolute bloody mess at this point. Chad then motions to the crowd “It’s over!” as they start to cheer as he gets J-Kurt in position for the CK Finale.)

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks like the end for J-Kurt!

(But suddenly, the cheers turn into boos as Big Daddy D comes out from the crowd and gets Chad’s attention as Chad and Big Daddy D start yelling at each other, which climaxes when Chad manages to grab Big Daddy D, by the shirt, but unbeknownst to Chad, J-Kurt has pulled some barbed-wire brass knucks out of his jeans and before Chad knows what hits him, he gets decked hard with a punch from the barbed-wire brass knuckles as he starts losing an alarming amount of blood as J-Kurt quickly covers him.)

COREY TAYLOR: YES! YES! THANK YOU JESUS, YES!

ROB MARTINEZ: How can you enjoy this? Chad Kurtis is losing blood at a frightening amount here… I’m scared J-Kurt hit an artery! This has got to be it!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here’s your winner of the match… J-KURT!!!

(J-Kurt then smirks at his cousin before he is escorted out of the ring by security as paramedics quickly attend to Chad to stop the blood-flow coming from his head.)

COREY TAYLOR: I think we may want to start calling J-Kurt “Hands Of Stone” after that…

ROB MARTINEZ: Obviously, J-Kurt has won this match, but at this stage, I’m more concerned about the well-being of Chad Kurtis!

(Before we cut to a commercial, we do manage to see Chad Kurtis with a bloody towel over his head holding it tight as he manages to get to his feet, albeit very woozily.)

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from the freak problem with the show feed, sorry for the inconvenience.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we are back just in time to send you to commercial, thank God for advertising.

Commercial for Kent’s Camo; not even I can find them.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is your Last Man Standing Match!!!!

“My Michelle” by GNR hits and the crowd explodes with boos!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds….Marcus Marion!!!

Marion gets nothing but white hot heat as he makes his way to the ringside area. A chant of ‘Die Marcus Die!’ start up and the former World Champ actually smiles when he hears them. He climbs into the ring and points out to a fan holding a sign that reads, ‘Die Marcus!’

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent……

“I Get It” by Chevelle hits and the crowd pops! They might not be huge fans of the man, but they love him far more than they do Marcus!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 245 pounds…….Blood!!!

Next to Marcus, Blood gets a heroes welcome as he makes his way to the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: This match should end the fued that’s sprung up between these two men! With all the recent shenanigans on both sides, we have barred everyone from ringside and even have two referees to keep order!

COREY TAYLOR: Well that’s kinda flies in the face of everything REBEL doesn’t it?

Referee Jimmy Johnson takes a spot outside of the ring while senior referee Alan Stone checks briefly on Blood before calling for the bell.

Marcus eases his way across the ring, looking around to see if any more ‘Bloods’ make an appearance and stands in front of his opponent who is still propped up in the corner. Marcus lays in the bad mouth and lets loose with a slap across the face of Blood! Marion quickly backs off but Blood is still sagging in the corner. Another quick scan of the ringside area reveals no more mystery men dressed like Blood and a smirking Marion again steps to an already battered foe. Once more Marcus trash talks Blood and again snaps back his opponents head with a hard slap. Marcus backs up, all smiles, and lets the boos wash down on him. Marion has some words with Alan Stone before again approaching Blood. Hard right hand from Blood shocks Marcus! Using the ropes for leverage, Blood again connects with another right hand! Marcus is back peddling now as a weary Blood staggers out of the corner. A third right hand sends Marcus backing into a corner a begging off.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to be careful of Marcus! He’s very calculating!

Blood steps in to close the gap and takes a thumb to the eye from Marcus! Chop across the chest from the former world champ! Another chop from Marcus lights up the chest of Blood and the crowd ‘woooooooo’s’ in appreciation! Marcus makes it a hat trick with a third chop across the chest and Blood quickly drives a knee up into the ribs of Marcus. Marcus is whipped into the ropes! Marion ducks under a clothesline but gets caught with a snap powerslam on the rebound! Blood crawls to his feet and tells the referee to count! The crowd counts along with referee Alan Stone.

One!

Two!

Three!

COREY TAYLOR: Way to early for my man to lose!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: I got $100 on Marcus to win tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Professional as always.

Marcus pulls himself up and Stone waves his count off. A running clothesline from Blood drops Marcus back to the mat. Marcus rolls to a sitting potion and tries to beg off as Blood approaches him. Hard right hand from Blood! Marcus scoots back and continues to plead for Blood to stay away when he gets clocked with another right hand! Blood pulls his arm back for another punch when he takes a low blow from the devious Marcus! Marion grabs the tights of a doubled over Blood and uses his leverage to throw his foe through the first and second ring rope and out to the floor! Marcus rolls to the outside and plants a boot to the side of Bloods head.

Marion pulls Blood to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring steps. Blood reverses! Marcus reverses the reversal! Blood collides with the ring steps knees first and flips over them to land onto his back on the concrete floor. Marcus staggers over to where Blood is using the guard rails to pull himself up and takes out the mans left leg with a chop block! Marcus is back to his feet, all smiles for the ringside fans. Marcus watches as Blood again uses the guard rails to help try to regain his footing and Marion quickly snatches up a length of cable from the camera and wraps it around the throat of Blood! Referee Jimmy Johnson is trying to restore order to no avail as Marcus looks to be chocking out Blood. Marcus finally releases his hold on the cables and Blood slumps to the floor. ‘Count him!’ Marcus yells to Johnson. Again the crowd counts along.

One!

Two!

Three!

Blood is starting to stir!

Four!

Five!

Blood sits up, scrambles to grab the guard rails and starts pulling himself up. Before he can get top his feet he’s attack with a flurry of punches from Marcus breaking the count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood is up! This match continues!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn! Thank God this match doesn’t have a twenty count, most of our audience can barely make it to ten as it is!

Marcus rolls Blood into the ring and follows in close behind him. Blood slowly regains his footing and Marcus quickly hooks him and nails a running bulldog! Marcus gets to his feet and taunts the crowd as Alan Stone counts.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blood is again starting to stir as he rolls over onto his stomach!

Five!

Six!

Blood pulls himself to all fours!

Seven!

Blood somehow gets to his feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood showing tremendous heart!

Marcus rushes Blood and runs right into a Ura-nage! Blood stands on wobbly legs as Marcus pulls himself to his feet. Blood hooks Marcus and delivers backbreaker across his uninjured knee! Blood yanks Marcus back up and again hits another brutal backbreaker! A third! A fourth! A fifth! Blood lets Marcus collapse on the ring, staggers and slumps against the ropes and watches as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Marcus rolls to his stomach and slowly starts to try to work his way to his feet.

Six!

Seven!

Marcus is up on one foot!

Eight!

Nine!

COREY TAYLOR: Get the &$^%# up!

Marcus gets up to a standing position and the count is broken! Marion turns and is almost beheaded by a boot to the face! Marcus is sent tumbling backwards and collides with referee Alan Stone! Both men go down in a heap and the second referee Jimmy Johnson slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stone and Marcus are down!

COREY TAYLOR: They need to DQ Blood! Or something! I got my water bill money on this match!

Blood grabs Johnson and yells for him to count, but it’s moot now as Marcus as rolled out of the ring. Blood slides to the outside and pops Marcus with a right hand! Blood grabs the ring steps and hoists them up and shoves them inside the ring. He turns his attention to Marcus and pays for it when Marion rams a shoulder into the left knee of Blood! Blood rolls back into the ring clutching as his leg as Marcus tries to shake the cobwebs from his head. Blood is up to his feet but Marcus reaches into the ring, hooks a leg and pulls him back down to the mat! Marcus drags Blood over to the corner and pulls crotching his foe on the ringpost! With an evil grin Marcus grabs the limp legs of Blood and locks in a figure four around the ringpost! The crowd actually pops for the move as Blood is tapping out! Marcus releases the hold and Blood lays in the corner clutching his injured limb. Referee Alan Stone has recovered and starts the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Blood grabs the ring ropes and tries to pull himself to his feet.

Six!

Seven!

Blood is up to a seated position!

Eight!

Nine!

Blood yanks himself to his feet for just a second before dropping back down but it’s enough to break the count! Marcus goes nuts on the outside as he thought for sure it was over!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on! That was 10! I counted it in my head!

Marcus pulls back the ring skirt and pulls out a table to a huge ‘We Want Tables’ chant from the crowd! Blood is back to his feet and hobbling around the ring as Marcus sets the table up next to the ring before sliding inside. Marcus rushes Blood but gets caught with a snap belly to belly suplex! Blood pulls himself on top of Marcus and starts to rain down hard right hands to the head! Marcus shoves him off but not before Blood was able to cause some damage. The nose of Marcus is bleeding badly and the former World Champ rolls to the outside. Blood grabs Marcus by the hair and bounces his head off the ring apron! Marcus staggers and slumps against the guard rails while Blood reaches under the ring and finds a chair! Blood turns, sets his sights on Marcus and gets ready to swing! Marcus kicks the knee of Blood and it’s enough to cause Blood to drop to a knee and allow Marion to wrestle to the chair away! Chair shot to the head from Marcus! Chair shot across the back as Blood is now on all fours! Marcus follows up with a trio of lightning quick chair shots to the legs of Blood before throwing the dented chair away!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus trying to break the legs of Blood! Actually smart strategy by the former World Champ!

Marcus rolls back into the ring as referee Jimmy Johnson starts his count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Blood is using the guard rails to help himself try to get up!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Blood is up and draped across the guard rails! Marcus hangs his head and rolls back to the outside.

COREY TAYLOR: These referees are crooked!

Marcus charges Blood but runs into a hotshot onto the guard rail! Blood walks around the prone body of Marcus trying to get feeling back into his leg as the referee counts.

One!

Two!

Blood shoves Johnson away and drags Marcus to his feet. Marion is rolled inside the ring and Blood slides in behind him. Blood pulls Marcus to his feet and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Blood, slowly starts to climb the ring steps he brought into the ring earlier and at the top he stops and sways for a moment threatening to topple off. Death Valley Driver off the ring steps to the mat! Marcus rolls into a ball holding the back of his neck as Alan Stone starts a count on both men!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh No!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! This could be it!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Blood grabs the rings steps and starts to pull himself up.

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Marcus is stirring and grabs ahold of Blood, using him to pull himself up!

Eight!

Nine!

Both men get to their feet at the last possible second!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are up!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh thank God! Well, not for Blood but you know….

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Chop from Marcus!

Right hand from Blood!

Right hand from Blood!

Right hand from Blood!

Marcus drops to his knees and begs off! Blood reaches down to grab him but takes a thumb to the eye!

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Blood gets caught coming in!

Marcus shoves Blood out onto the ring apron and climbs out behind him. Blood is getting to his feet when he takes a kick from behind that lands firmly between the uprights! Marcus spins around a doubled over Blood, hooks him and hits the Revolutionary Thrill off the ring apron and through the table set up at ringside! A loud ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant breaks out as both men lay under the remains of the table. Jimmy Johnson looks at the battered men and starts his count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus just killed Blood!

COREY TAYLOR: But he has to beat the count too!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Marcus pulls himself out of the rubble and slowly tries to get to his feet.

Seven!

Eight!

Marcus is using the ring skirt to pull himself up and Blood still hasn’t moved!

Nine!

Marcus is up!

Ten!

COREY TAYLOR: YEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!

Johnson calls for the bell and Marcus quickly drops down to a seated position on the floor.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….Marcus Marion!!!!

Senior referee Alan Stone rolls outside and raises the arm of Marcus as EMTs rush out to check on a still unmoving Blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a war these men put themselves through! What heart from….

COREY TAYLOR: Oh who cares? Marcus won! Woooooo!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re pitiful.

Commercial for Bubba’s BBQ, Its yummy to the last finger lick.

“As Daylight Dies” hits up and out walks Akuma being led by Jester The Ringleader. The fans boo The Ringleader but seem to be somewhat compassionate towards Akuma but it is probably just a fascade.

JENNY JERSEY: Being accompanied to the ring by Jester The Ringleader, he stands at six feet seven inches while weighing three hundred and twenty-seven pounds… AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Akuma steps into the ring before turning to face the backstage curtain.

COREY TAYLOR: Akuma is going to dominate, just freaking dominate Gary here tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll just see about that.

“BACON!” is quickly followed by “House of the Rising Sun” as Gary makes his way confidently from the back, the Aggression title firmly around his old waist.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, he stands at five feet nine inches and comes to you from Duluth, Minnesota… GRANDPA GARY!

Gary walks around the ring, looking up at Akuma as he does so. He steps up onto the apron and into the ring where he hands Alan Stone the Aggression Championship belt.

DING DING

Gary asks for a lockup and Akuma obliges. Gary with a vicious kick right to Akuma’s balls doubling the big man over. No matter how big he is, he’s still got a set and Gary just kicked a fieldgoal to win the game. Gary with a upprcut that stands Akuma back up, although his hand is still consoling himself, but Gary pounds another right hand into Akuma’s mouth after a brief jump. On the outside Jester is yelling at Akuma to start!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gary rocking the challenger so far.

COREY TAYLOR: But he still hasn’t left his feet.

Akuma with a dinging right fist sends Gary falling right on his ass over tea kettle. But Gary is back up, the streets have definitely toughened him up as he charges right back in. Gary with a dinging right, but Akuma with a left this time sends Gary rolling backwards again. However Gary is right back up, charging the big man, chop to the chest stings Akuma, but does nothing more. Akuma looks down at his chest then back to Gary. Give the Aggression Champion credit, his old ass doesn’t back down instead he leaps up slapping the spittle right from Akuma’s mouth before taking to the air with a flying clothesline that has Akuma in the ropes. Akuma seems shocked by this little man’s tenacity, but it is nothing to what happens next as Gary springs, yes he actually springs from the middle rope to deliver a bulldog that takes Akuma down on the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma goes down!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn his old ass!

Gary begins to get up, holding at his back because he may just have exerted too much in the early going. Gary stumbles to the ropes, but Akuma is already getting back up; after all he isn’t sixty years old.

COREY TAYLOR: Gary is going to have to fight through the pain of his age to keep Akuma down.

ROB MARTINEZ: He knows, but if you’ve never had back trouble then you don’t know.

COREY TAYLOR: Probably doing that nurse of his.

Akuma rolls to his knee but Gary fights through the pain to boot the big man right in the face, spinning to slam the point of his elbow right into the bridge of Akuma’s nose. Akuma grunts from the pain and blood immediately starts to flow and Gary aims a big old right hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma catches the right!

Akuma holds the right fist of Gary and begins to stand up growling fiercely as he does so. Akuma catches the left fist from Gary to prevent that punch as well. Gary aims a kick, but Akuma blocks it with a well placed knee. Akuma with a headbutt knocks Gary senseless, a second knocks him out on his feet, but Akuma holds him up by his fists. Akuma throws him across the ring by his fists and Gary slides into the corner on his front. Akuma begins to stalk Gary, his prey, now and has a murderous intent all over his face. Gary is struggling back to a vertical base, but Akuma stomps down on the back on his head sending him face first onto the canvas. Akuma stands on the back of Gary’s head and the Aggression Champion is screaming in pain as a small pool of blood begins to spread.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the old fart’s nose is broken!

ROB MARTINEZ: That means both men’s noses are broken.

COREY TAYLOR: Don’t be silly, they only have one nose a piece.

Akuma grinds the broken nose of Gary into the mat, ensuring that he desintigrates the cartiledge so that Gary may have to have a trachea in order to breathe. Akuma picks him up, lifting him onto his shoulders before tossing him with a military press slam across the ring. Gary hits so hard that he bounces to a seated position and remains there. Akuma growls as he charges in with a massive roaring knee right into the back of Gary’s skull nearly folding him in half. The face of Gary is covered in red, but then so is Akuma’s although he is fighting through it. Akuma whips Gary into the ropes, he aims before leaping.

COREY TAYLOR: Arrow of Fate!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he broke him.

COREY TAYLOR: Or at least ruptured his spleen, I’ll take that.

Gary holds at his midsection, in obvious pain, he can’t help it, he is hurt and hurt bad. Akuma growls again as he lifts Gary up.

ALL’S END!

SIXTY YEAR OLD STUNNER!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it how does he do it?!

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t capitalize and he is hurt, Gary is holding his midsection still.

Gary crawls over, blood pouring out of his ruined nose, he is nearly there.

Gary’s head falls, but he lifts it thanks to the crowd’s cheering for him. Gary looks around at the assembled crowd.

GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY! GARY!

He collapses on top of Akuma as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three

DING DING

NO!

Akuma with his shoulder up, Alan Stone is holding up two fingers!

Gary looks up, his eyes cloudy from pain and the crowd can’t hear what is going on they are cheering too loudly to hear. Gary stumbles to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: He didn’t do it!

ROB MARTINEZ: A preemptive bell ringing, it was that damn close fans. I’m sitting right here and I thought it was over!

Alan tells Gary what is going on and he nods. Alan moves quickly. Gary is confused. Akuma slams into him!

Gary is smashed in the corner thanks to the Arrow of Fate to the back! Akuma rips him out of the corner.

Up!

Down!

ALL’S END!

Akuma makes the cover!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

Yes, this one is for real!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… Akuma The Malignant.

Jester has the belt, he is holding it up as high as he can. Akuma stands center ring as Jester slides in. Akuma is covered in blood, but Jester holds the belt on his own shoulder as though he won the belt.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t beleive it!

COREY TAYLOR: The old fart isn’t invincible, he lost.

Gary rolls out of the ring, clutching at his belly as he stumble steps to the back.

** Backstage **

The duo of Cash N’ Ass are seen walking through the halls moments before their title match.

CASINO: Tittylover, if we win tonight…..

TITTYLOVER: ‘If?’ N***a, we’re gonna be the first all black world tag champs in this promotions history in a lil’ bit!

CASINO: Uh, at any rate, when we win I still want your word you’ll go to REBEL and tell them to make sure I can wrestle singles matches again.

TITTYLOVER: Of course fool! But don’t be thinkin’ of tomorrow, think of us winnin’ them belts from those crackers and havin’ a late night party with bitches n’ hoes! Jusat remember, as your elder I pick the hoes I want first.

Casino watches his ‘partner’ walk off.

Casino: (sarcastically) Awesome.

Commercial for Tyler’s Transvestite Tour, even Troy likes the toys.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back and here is the Tag Team Title match up that we’ve all been waiting for.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go with the second of three title matches tonight Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, sleeper number two, although Grandpa Gary nearly getting wrestlecized in the last match was a high point for me.

Casino with a right rocking Johnny back. Here comes Jacob though with a swift kick to Dr. Tittylover’s ribs sending hiim into the ropes. A back body sends Casino out.

He lands on the apron, grabbing Johnny in a rear facelock. He lifts, Johnny fights, but manages to turn in mid-air. He lands on the inch behind Casino, Chris begins to fire elbows from side to side to stop Johnny. Maverick wraps his arms around Casino’s waist. He just lets gravity take over.

COREY TAYLOR: Casino’s head just slammed into the concrete, he may have dented it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think his skull will be fine.

COREY TAYLOR: Skull?! I’m talking about the concrete!

Johnny rolls back into the ring, time for a little double team action. Tittylover pounds his fists in rapid succession into Jacob’s ribs in the corner.

PIMP SLAP!

Jacob’s head rocks back on his neck, DT going for another. Maverick lifts up, hand caught and DT turns around.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a headbutt from Johnny!

Dr. Tittylover’s head rocks back to meet Jacob’s oncoming head.

Headbutt sandwich!

DT may be busted open, too early to tell right now. Maverick with an Irish whip sends DT running into the corner. Maverick whips his partner Jacob Venar who launches with a scissor kick right to DT’s mouth causing him to bounce out of the corner thanks to the impact. Johnny off the ropes with a springboard bulldog and DT is down on the canvas.

Double cover!

One…

Two…

Casino pulls Jimmy Johnson out of the ring, shaking his finger in his face. Johnson just shrugs his shoulders, no DQs here so it is perfectly legal. Casino rolls into the ring, ready for both Juggernauts. Casino with a right, Johnny with a left, Jacob with a left right combo. Casino avoids Johnny’s blow by swaying towards Venar and accepts the left and right in quick succession.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino making a sacrifice.

Casino in Jacob’s reach now and letting him know it with firey rights into the ribs. Maverick launches a kick into the ribs, but Casino just falls down the kick connects with Venar. Maverick looks up, shrugging as Jacob nods that he knows it was Casino’s fault. Chris looks up, and smiles?

COREY TAYLOR: WATCH OUT!

DT with a steel chair to the back of Venar’s head sends hin into Johnny’s arms. DT doesn’t wait though as he swings the chair again, Casino similtaneously kicks him right in the thigh from his down position. Maverick falls back from the double team move and is in the ropes. Maverick bounces back, but the next shot sends Maverick over the top to the outside. DT doesn’t wait though as he continues the steel chair shots on the down Venar. Casino launches himself from the top turnbuckle with a shooting star press onto Maverick on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GAWD what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: It connects, but Casino may have hurt himself.

DT has Venar in the corner stomping a pimptastic mudhole into his body, but Casino has the ultimate weapon outside.

COREY TAYLOR: What is… that?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not that, please not that!

Casino has a homemade video playing of Chyna matches!

The crowd are shrieking in fear and disgust, Johnny goes slack jawed and his eyes are glassy. DT turns to Casino, shaking his head, perhaps even he wouldn’t go that far. Venar slams his head into DT’s midsection before pulling himself up in the corner. Right, he shifts his feet, left. Jacob is dancing like Ali as he dances while jabbing rights and lefts into DT’s head and ribs. DT falls back. Venar runs up the corner…

FLYING ROUNDHOUSE!

COREY TAYLOR: DT may be decapitated!

Venar doesn’t check to see, he leaps over the top rope with a diving plancha that sends Casino sprawling and his IPOD sliding to the feet of the announcer’s table.

COREY TAYLOR: That IPOD isn’t cheap Venar better return it!

ROB MARTINEZ: He didn’t steal it.

COREY TAYLOR: And he’d better not!

Venar stomps down on the chest and ribs of Casino while Johnny still sits there dazed and drooling from boredom and fear. Jacob slaps him hard to bring hiim around.

It works as Johnny shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and crawls for the IPOD. He lifts it up, pausing the match before crawling back to Casino.

MAVERICK: You like her so much!

Johnny holds the screen close to Casino’s face while Jacob makes him watch her try to wrestle. Casino shakes his head from side to side, but Venar and Maverick make his head stay still.

COREY TAYLOR: He is getting exactly what he deserves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just who are you pulling for?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, I’m so… I’m so… I’m so torn!

Corey screams with the torment of who he wants to win, forget him supposing to be unbiast. The match is over and Maverick goes to toss the IPOD away, but a new image pops onto the screen. A broad smile crosses his face as he turns the screen back to Casino. The image causes Casino’s eyes to roll back into his skull and Venar passes out. Maverick looks back down to make sure of something.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick passes out!

COREY TAYLOR: What could be that horrible?

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is fixing to find out.

He stumbles over to the screen and lifts it. The camera moves in as much as it can…

MAE YOUNG IN A STRING BIKINI!

Dr. Tittylover looks from side to side before sliding the player into his tights and pulling Maverick up to his feet. He lifts Maverick onto his shoulders and boots Casino to wake him up a bit. Chris looks up hesitating, not wanting to see that image again. He sits up, running over as DT swings Maverick around. Casino leaps catching him in a three quarter facelock.

COREY TAYLOR: Excellent move from Casino there.

Chris rolls Johnny into the ring as DT pulls Venar up slamming his head into the ringpost and busting him open now. Casino sets the chair up in the center of the ring before whipping Maverick into the ropes. Maverick comes back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Drop toe hold to Maverick!

Johnny’s face goes right into the chair making a satisfying thunk sound that Casino seems to be very pleased with.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is about three seconds away from splitting with Casino forever!

One…

Two…

Thr

Somehow Venar pulls Casino off of Maverick, saving his partner and their titles. DT is laying on the floor holding himself and rocking back and forth. Venar looks at Casino and just smiles. But wait! Dr. Tittylover pops up behind Venar who is stepping through the ropes. The crowd cheer, but Venar is unaware and Casino isn’t letting him on the secret.

LOW BLOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: Low blow sends Venar’s hands to hold himself.

Casino has Maverick back up, he lifts him up!

COREY TAYLOR: Bankrupt 2.0 on the chair!

Maverick’s out and Casino makes the cover.

One…

COREY TAYLOR: Come back to me Chris, come back to the right side!

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions; the team of Dr. Tittylover and Chris Casino… Cash And Ass!

COREY TAYLOR(sniffing with joy): He did it! No more Dr. Tittylover!

Commercial for Kurtis’ Something or another, not even he has an idea.

Jenny Jersey is in the ring, ready to begin the MAIN EVENT!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Professional Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!

Black Flag hits, and the crowd pops huge! Marina Blue walks out from the back, strutting her stuff, as the entire male population of the crowd whistles and calls her, many of them holding “Marry Me Marina” signs and some other… suggestive things. Marina seems to be favoring her head from the vicious attack earlier in the night.

JENNY JERSEY: Making her way to the ring! The challenger! From North Hollywood, California! Marina! Blue!

Marina climbs into the ring with sexual swagger as “Slip It In” fadess out. Puff Daddy takes over the PA and the crowd does a MASSIVE un-pop.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two hundred sixty five pounds! The REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! “The Millenium Game”! Justin! Case!

Case emerges from the back, smirking and jawing with the fans, Hugh Aredone in tow. He also seems to be favoring his head, as he was attacked as well. As he walks down the aisle, something catches his eye. Marcus Marion and Nicole have just sat down at ringside, donning chips and coke. Case starts threatening him, telling him to “Get out of his talented arena”, and blaming him for his vicious attack earlier in the night, but Marion just sneers and flashes him two front row tickets. Case snarls, climbs into the ring, and hands his belt off to referee Alan Stone. He smirks at Marina Blue, who raises a provocative eyebrow at Justin Case. Alan Stone hands the belt off to the time keeper, and he calls for the bell.

DING DING.

And this match is on! Marina Blue calls for a collar and elbow tie up. The much larger Justin Case almost laughs at her, but he obliges. Blue quickly slips around an unsuspecting Case, delivering a forearm smash to the back of his head. Case swings an elbow around in blind rage, but Blue slips underneath that blow and delivers a few swift kicks to Case’s calf, forcing him down to one knee. Blue runs up Case’s knee and delivers a killer Shining Wizard. Case goes down with Blue sitting in his chest for the cover.

One!

Two!

Case quickly kicks out, throwing Blue off of him. Blue quickly gets to her feet, and kicks Case in the jaw–Caught! Case has Blue by the ankle, and now he’s mouthing her off, taunting her, telling her just how “untalented” she is–ENZUIGIRI! Case goes down after that blow by Blue as the crowd pops huge! Another cover and a kick out at one and a half by the champion! That head taking another huge blow, Case is getting up slowly. Blue rolls to the outside, opposite Hugh Aredone, and starts looking under the ring for a toy. A hardcore toy. Yes, I said a hardcore toy. She comes out from under the ring with a KENDO stick! She holds it in two hands, playing with it… suggestively… for the fans at ringside. She looks out to the crowd… and sees Marcus Marion. She starts yelling at him, claiming it was he that attacked him. JUSTIN CASE from behind, sends her head first into the guardrail while Marcus Marion looks on, confused, looking like he doesn’t know what either of them are talking about.

Case grabs Blue by her hair and rolls her into the ring, carrying the kendo stick with him as he follows her. He winds up and FWHACKs her not once, but THREE TIMES across the small of her back while the crowd BOOS. Case tosses the stick out of the ring, aiming it deliberately in Marion’s direction. Case walks to the turnbuckle, and jawing with the fans as he removes the protective padding, revealing nothing but unforgiving STEEL. Case starts yelling at Marion, BLUE FROM BEHIND! Chop block sends Case’s knees buckling and his face SLAMS against the exposed steel turnbuckle, and he’s split open! Case slumps into the corner, and Blue sizes him up… 619 type maneuver from Blue! Case takes a face full of Blue’s boots and he rolls head over heels into the center of the ring. Blue hits the top rope… FLYING LEG DROP–NOBODY HOME! Marina Blue hits the mat rump first and HARD. Blue holds her tailbone in pain as Marcus laughs from the outside, Case rolling back to his feet slowly.

When he gets to his feet, Case is ANGRY! He grabs Blue by the hair and starts MANHANDLING her, and not in the way she likes! He swings her around by the hair as the crowd BOOS, her feet LEAVING the floor! Case TOSSES her to the turnbuckle–the EXPOSED one–and she hits HARD, FACE FIRST, and she’s BLEEDING! She rolls to the outside as Case gives chase. Case grabs her by the tights and hair, and BEALE tosses her into the ring steps! The steps MOVE from the impact and Blue isn’t moving! Case picks her up DESPERATION ELBOW sends Case reeling! Blue on the offensive backs Case into the guard rail, and she’s setting up for the DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE… BUT NICOLE HITS HER SQUARE IN THE HEAD WITH A HIGH HEELED SHOE! Alan Stone yells at Nicole, but she claims she didn’t do anything, and Marcus Marion agrees with her while Justin Case hits JUST 2 TALENTED on the outside! Blue is out! Case rolls her back into the ring and goes for the cover…

One!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Marina Blue, out of pure instinct, managed to get her foot on the ropes to prevent the pin fall! Justin Case can’t believe it! He drags her away from the ropes and covers AGAIN!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Marina Blue! A THIRD cover!

ONE!

Kickout by Marina Blue! Justin Case is PISSED! He picks her up and hooks her for JUST 2 TALENTED again! Marina wriggles free! Blue stuns Case, hooks him up, DIRT PIPE MILKSHAKE! SHE HITS IT! THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

…

There’s no three? That’s because Marcus Marion pulled the referee out of the ring! Marina is on her feet, SCREAMING at Marcus Marion, while Alan Stone threatens him as well. Amidst the chaos, Justin Case is back to his feet, WAITING for Marina Blue to turn around! BOOT TO THE GUT and Blue doubles over! HE HAS HER HOOKED UP! JUST! 2! TALENTED! Marina Blue is not moving, as Case goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NOT LIKE THIS!!!

THREE!

The crowd BOOS!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion! Justin! Case!

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Marcus doing?!

Marion dives in, sending the belt tumbling from Case’s hand. Marion whips him around, boot to the gut.

REVOLUTIONARY THRILL ON THE BELT!

CASE IS OUT!

Marion has a microphone.

MARCUS MARION: It takes many kinds to get ahead in this world Case. It takes many different kinds to be tops. But it takes only one kind to be Rebel Pro World Champion.

He kneels down as Nicole shows Alan Stone the piece of paper Marion was holding.

MARCUS MARION: See, you have to be the best. To be the best Justin… you’ve got to have guts, you’ve got to have brains,… and you’ve got to have a contract stating that if you lose the title you can have the rematch any time you choose.”

The camera cuts to the piece of paper, yup definitely a contract. Marion points to Alan Ston getting his attention.

MARCUS MARION: Count Alan to seal this fool’s fate.

Cover.

Oh no, not like this; its so wrong!

One…

Nicole is clapping.

Two…

She is jumping up and down, giving the men a very nice show.

Three.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey has the microphone as the announcers are just stunned to silence.

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

Marion stnands up, Nicole lifting the bloody Rebel Pro World title onto his shoulder and wiping the sweat from his forehead as though he worked hard to get this title tonight. The smirk is plastered on both of their faces.

“Mama told me… when I was young…”

The crowd pops huge!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is it?!

Marion’s smirk drops, Nicole’s mouth opens up wide showing her perfect teeth, and Marion turns…

JT WHIPLASH! IN! THE! HOUSE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are out of time! Tune in next Friday from Valdosta to watch more Rebel Pro action!

JT smiles at Marion as we fade to the Rebel Pro “Prove Your Worth” logo.