Rampage 10-29-2010

~Backstage Before The Show~

A door opens in the hallway, J-Kurt stepping from the light outside into the lit corridor of the hallway. Two figures step from closed doorways, one very large man and the other a shorter and of smaller build; they surround J-Kurt who is strangely alone.

THE DRAGON: Get him!

J-Kurt turns to duck back out of the door, but Scottie Snow is there, smiling an unusually devilish smile; like the cat caught eating the canary. J-Kurt is surprised that it is not his manager Big Daddy D and he turns back around knowing this isn’t going to be good.

J-Kurt turns back and is completely surrounded by the three men who are not intent on asking him to the company picnic. But from behind the camera comes a very familiar couple of voices.

V/O: I think that the three of you had better just step away before we have a little preemptive fight before our match.

Chad steps into the shot, the three men look like they aren’t worried at all.

V/O: In other words, get the hell away from my little brother before I stick my Kentucky boot up your Pantheon asses!

Matthew Kurtis walks into the shot as The Dragon looks at the two men, then to J-Kurt.

MATTHEW KURTIS: Well Pantheon Scum, we don’t have all day so move all ready.

Scottie opens the door, ducking out as Moke Doshky and Dragon stand in the light from the door.

DRAGON: He was set to be the first casualty, but instead you two have decided to take his sacraficial place. Very well, you will be placed on the alter tonight for all of the fans to see.

LYNDSEY VALENTINE: Bunch of punk ass bastards if you ask me. J, are you alright?

Dragon and Moke duck out of the doorway, allowing it to shut with a clunk. J-Kurt looks to his brothers and sister in law before the camera statics violently blocking out the remainder of the scene.

The show opens with Robinson in the ring. No theme music, no entrance, just him standing in the ring with the Pantheon, looking pissed as the crowd boos like crazy.

Rob Robinson: I try, I try so hard to give all of you ungrateful bumpkins something special. And what do I get? A response like this!

The crowd boos even louder. Robinson has to shout to be heard over the noise.

Rob Robinson: All I want to do it is turn this into a better company that it was, to put on better shows than Rebel Pro ever has in the past, and to show the world what real wrestling is all about. And in return the fans turn on me, the roster turns on me, has the whole goddamn world flipped upside down?

Rob Robinson: First off, for all the fools that hijacked my show last week, I’ve got nothing to say to you. My lawyers are on the case and these aren’t the kind of lawyers the advertise on the back cover of the yellow pages, if you know what I mean. These are real lawyers, expensive lawyers, the kind that will make sure that everything you own will be mine when the case is closed. So everyone that I fired that came back last week? I hope you’re looking forward to living in a cardboard box.

Rob Robinson: Now, let’s talk about the so-called “Show”, Chad Kurtis. Chadly, old boy, you’ve made a dangerous enemy. I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but there was a time when I had some respect for you. You always seemed like the one guy with any integrity in Rebel Pro, but now I see that you’re a piece of shit like the rest of them. You and I aren’t done, Chad, not by a long shot. You’ve made an enemy and I’ll make damn sure you’re going to regret it. How quickly you regret it will depend on your so-called friends from Rebel Pro. Because I’m offering $50,000 dollars to the man that puts you in the hospital. Or woman, just in case Marina Blue wants to cash in on the offer. So you’d best start watching your back because there’s suddenly a whole lot of reasons for someone to want to put you out of commission.

Rob Robinson: Speaking of making enemies, that brings us to the Freak. The Freak just loves to defy me, apparently. First he used a weapon in his match and then he attacks the Pantheon after we’ve just fought a match. What a tough guy. Now here’s the thing. Unlike Chad Kurtis, you actually laid your hands on me and that shit’s not gonna fly. Now I know there’s a whole locker room back there looking to make names for themselves, so the first one to teach you a lesson will get a special bonus, too. Let’s call it a mystery bonus. They can choose cash or what’s in the box. But either way, you’re going to be very, very sorry, Freak.

Rob Robinson: And that leaves me with one more piece of business tonight. Chris Casino, the man who is going to juvenile lengths to annoy me. You and I have some business to discuss and I want to do it face to face, so get your ass out here right now.

‘Smooth’ eases through the speakers and out saunters the one and only, Chris Casino. Casino looks ready for a fight as he’s in his ring gear. Security tightens around the ring as Casino slides inside the ring, asks for and receives a microphone. Casino smirks at his new ‘boss.’

Casino: Well, hey Boss! I can ONLY assume you called me out here to tell me that my next match is for the World Title. Otherwise, I’m afraid I have some more letters to write.

Rob Robinson: So you think you’re so funny? You think you actually deserve a World Title shot? Well let’s see if you can back it up. Next week you get to enjoy one of my favorite punishments, the gauntlet match. One after another, you’ll face Robinson Pro’s finest. We’ll start things off with three opponents and see how you do.

Casino: Three? Mr. Robinson. You sir are obviously high on crack. I don’t care who you think you are, but I don’t jump through hoops for anyone. Least of all you. But you know what? I LIVE to embarrass people like you. So you want to play games with me? Fine. The last few people to toy with my career are long gone so I’m all for whatever you can dish out. You just remember, you’re in MY promotion. MY ring. Better men then you have tried to put me through Hell and so far….They all failed. So do your worst you masked bastard.

The scene cuts backstage where Justin Case is holding and reading a official letter from Robinson Pro.

“Dear Mr. Case,

As you stated to the booking agent over the past week that you did not sign on to wrestle for Robinson Pro, then we have no choice but to terminate your contract as Rebel Pro no longer exists. Unfortunately, we do not care that you did not sign with Robinson Pro as we had no intention of signing you on to wrestle for such a prestigious company with your lackluster ability and terrible work ethic. We here at Robinson Pro do not wish you the best of luck in your future endeavours and ask that you pack immediately and exit Robinson Arena with the quickest of haste.

Officially Not Yours,

Rob Robinson”
JON MCDANIEL: I can’t believe this!

COREY TAYLOR: He really was a hack that just couldn’t here.

JON MCDANIEL: What a turn of events for Chris Casino and now the unemployed Justin Case, a former World Champion here.

COREY TAYLOR: Actually, he was a former two time World Champion in Rebel Pro, he has never been a champion of any kind in Robinson Pro and thanks to that letter…(snicker) he never will be!

- MEGAVISION -

The Pantheon are walking backstage when the Falcon appears in front of them from around a corner. The Phoenix holds up his hand and they stop behind him.

THE PHOENIX: Jacob, just the man I was wanting to see–

THE FALCON: Can it, Robinson. I’m not here to listen to you blow smoke.

THE PHOENIX: Then, I’m assuming you interrupted me during a very busy schedule for a reason?

THE FALCON: I’m here because you and I both know you don’t need enemies. I want to make a deal.

Robinson looks at the Falcon for a moment.

THE PHOENIX: I’m listening.

THE FALCON: I don’t have much of a problem with you taking over this company. I could give a shit what you do with it, either. But I don’t care much for your new rules.

THE PHOENIX: Certain measures needed to be taken in order to make this show the greatest on the planet.

THE FALCON: I don’t care. Following your bull shit rules is impeding on my fun.

Robinson thinks for a moment as he turns and looks at the Pantheon. The Falcon advances on Robinson, and one of the Pantheon steps in front of him. The Falcon holds his ground and stares him down. Robinson looks back at the Falcon.

THE FALCON: Is this guy gonna try to hump my leg?

Robinson calls off the Pantheon member and steps up to the Falcon.

THE PHOENIX: Well, Venar, I’ll admit, I didn’t know much about you before last week. But after our match, and especially now, I think I know everything I need to about you. You’re a man that can tell which way the wind is blowing. I respect that.

THE FALCON: Don’t pretend like you know me, Robinson. I’m insulted at the very idea.

THE PHOENIX: Look, I’m busy and I’m going to cut right to the chase. Tonight you’re facing the Freak, the coward that waited until the Pantheon was tired from a big match to attack us. Normally I’d take care of him myself, but I’ve got a pretty full plate tonight. So if you take care of this little problem for me, I’d be very grateful.

The Falcon thinks for a moment.

THE FALCON: You know, usually I’d not be very excited at the idea of cleaning up your mess or doing your dirty work. However, as long as it means you’ll keep your damn referees off my back, and it means I can draw as much blood from that little bastard as I want, then you’ve got yourself a pretty good deal.

THE PHOENIX: Okay, I can do that. Extreme circumstances call for extreme measures and all that. So for tonight, you can do whatever you need to to put the Freak in his place. You know what? Now that I think about it, I’ll go you one better, Jacob. If you get the job done tonight, by any means necessary, I’ll make sure you get a free pass from the refs as long as you’re under contract.

The Falcon grimaces.

THE FALCON: I’m not just dead sure I want to be a part of your little squad, Robinson. Have you smelled them, lately?

THE PHOENIX: Just make the Freak pay, that’s all I want. Don’t disappoint me, Jacob. Robinson Pro needs to build new stars. I’ll be watching tonight. Impress me.

Robinson and the Pantheon walk past the Falcon. Once past him, the Falcon turns.

THE FALCON: Consider it done, Robinson. But I’m not doing it for you.

Robinson cocks his head around to the Falcon with a smirk as he rounds a corner and disappears into the arena. The camera closes in on the Falcon, upper lip twitching as he sighs deeply, and the segment fades to black.

———-

COREY TAYLOR: And, well… That’s why I stopped ballet dancing.

JON MCDANIEL: Do you ALWAYS have to talk?

COREY TAYLOR: I’m a commentator… Isn’t that my job?

JON MCDANIEL: You’re supposed to call the match, not gross me out!

“BETYETA! BETYETA!”

“This Moment” by Disturbed blares over the PA, and out from the back bounces a very confident, very determined Freak.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring! From Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in a ONE hundred EIGHTY POUNDS! THE FREAK!

JON MCDANIEL: Here comes the Freak! He’s had some strong words for the Falcon this week, it’ll be interesting to see how this transpires!

COREY TAYLOR: Well, he certainly looks fired up, but it’s too bad he’s gonna lose.

The crowd cheers immensely for the Freak as he sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Soon, Disturbed dies. And for a moment, everything is silent.

“YOU SAY YOU KNOW JUST WHO I AM.”

12 Stones hits the PA, and the crowd is instantaneous in their boos. The Falcon emerges from the curtain, his eyes glazed over, his expression blank, but he does not avert his eyes from the ring, and the man standing inside it.

ERIC EMERSON: Making his way to the ring! From British Columbia, Canada, weighing in a TWO hundred FORTY POUNDS! THE FALCON!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes my pick to win, McDaniel!

JON MCDANIEL: The Falcon spoke with Rob Robinson earlier tonight about keeping the referees off his back, and it looked to me like the commissioner was prepared to agree as long as he made the Freak pay for what he did to him last week. This could become a blood bath very quickly.

The Falcon looks up at the crowd with disgust in his blank eyes as he walks, taking his time, to the ring. But FREAK ISN’T GOING TO WAIT FOR HIM! The Freak blindsides the Falcon as he walks to the ring, starts riddling him with punches and kicks as the Falcon tries to cover up from the Rush. The Freak grabs the Falcon by the head and SLAMS it against the guard rail, and the Falcon reels, growling. Freak is still on the offensive, grabs the Falcon by the shoulders as his back is turned, ELBOW to the face from the Falcon stops his momentum dead. The Falcon grabs the Freak by the hair and by his belt and beale tosses him into the guard rail, which falls over, and the Freak spills into the crowd that begins to pelt the Falcon with garbage. The Falcon, suddenly very aggressive, picks up the Freak by the hair and HEADBUTTS him, ignoring the crowd. The Freak’s face paint is smudged by that impact!

JON MCDANIEL: This is quickly becoming very violent… and the match hasn’t even started yet!

COREY TAYLOR: Not until they get to the ring, thanks to Robinson Pro rules. But I like it!

The Falcon’s upper lip twitches as he grabs the Freak and drags him out of the audience. He hits the Freak with a european uppercut that staggers him before irish whipping him to the ring. The Freak rolls in, and the Falcon rolls in behind him. Referee Alec Wilcox calls for the bell, and this match is off to a late start! The Falcon picks up a dazed Freak, but the Freak swings a wild arm out of desperation that catches the Falcon’s chin. The Falcon is momentarily stunned, long enough for the Freak to rebound the ropes and hit a HUGE shining wizard that knocks the Falcon against the ropes! The Freak riddles the Falcon with another Rush as he tries to cover up. Referee Alec Wilcox is scolding the Freak, telling him to get away from the ropes, but the Freak ignores him, climbing the middle rope and continually punching the Falcon’s head. Wilcox starts his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

F–

The Freak releases the Falcon as the crowd cheers! The Freak scoffs, shrugging off the referee but HERE COMES THE FALCON SPEARSPEARSPEAR! Freak is LEVELED by a vicious spear, and now the Falcon mounts him, riddling his face with closed fists as Wilcox seems to be distracted by something in the audience. The crowd boos as the Falcon picks up the Freak and irish whips him to the rope, rebounding off the adjacent ropes with a LARIAT! The Falcon gets to his feet quickly and stares at the Freak, wide-eyed, his eyes glazed over and his expression blank.

JON MCDANIEL: Look at those eyes, folks!

COREY TAYLOR: Venar is full of things like HATE! It’s awesome to watch!

The Falcon stalks the Freak, who is slowly getting to his feet. The Falcon crouches, waiting for the Freak, sizing him up… The Freak is up, and THE FALCON SLAPS ON A SLEEPER HOLD! The Freak is flailing, trying to find the ropes, anything to use for support, but he’s fading fast! The Falcon’s upper lips curls with rage as he wrenches back on the hold, keeping the Freak on his feet even when he goes limp. The Falcon yells CHECK HIM and the referee raises the Freak’s hand… it drops…

THE FREAK IS ALIVE. THE FREAK IS ALIVE.

The Freak is flailing again, using the strength from the crowd! The Falcon tries to keep his grip, but the Freak sends a few stiff shots to his midsection and he’s forced to release the hold! The Freak sends another pair of elbows to the Falcon’s face and he hits the mat hard. He holds his face in pain… but he appears to be laughing?

JON MCDANIEL: What the hell?

COREY TAYLOR: The Falcon is LAUGHING. Because you can’t hurt him!

JON MCDANIEL: This is just sick!

The Falcon is on his back! THE FREAK IS ON THE TOP ROPE!

SHOOTING STAR PRESS… CONNECTS!

THE FREAK MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

KICKOUT BY THE FALCON!

The Falcon rolls over, holding his guts, laughing uncontrollably through gritted teeth. The Freak pounds the mat with frustration as the Falcon starts to get to his feet. The Freak grabs the Falcon and irish whips him into the corner, follows him for a splash WHISPER IN THE WIND by the Falcon drops the Freak! The Falcon drags the Freak to his feet, lifts him HIGH IN A MILITARY PRESS… and TOSSES HIM OUT OF THE RING. The Freak spills out in front of the announce table as the Falcon rolls to the outside and starts digging under the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: The Falcon is looking for a weapon! That’s not legal, ref! Disqualify him!

COREY TAYLOR: Hah, Wilcox looks like he’s got better things to worry about…

Indeed he does. Wilcox seems to be testing the turnbuckles for strength as the Falcon comes out from under the ring apron with a steel chair. The Freak is almost back to his feet when CLANG! The Falcon whacks the chair across the Freak’s back! The Freak goes down as the Falcon starts whacking mudholes into him with that chair. The Falcon tosses the almost unrecognizable chair away and grabs the Freak by the collar and belt and BEALE tosses him into the ring steps!

COREY TAYLOR: OOOH! The steps MOVED with that impact!

The Freak’s face is cut open, and blood stains the steps. The Falcon goes after the Freak, FREAK WITH A COUNTER! The Freak knocks the Falcon into the guard rail with a desperation haymaker, but he is tired from those chair shots! This is the opening he needs! The Freak grabs the Falcon and rolls him into the ring and starts to look under the ring. Right where he left it…

A BARBED WIRE BAT.

Wilcox warns the Freak that he will be disqualified, but the Freak isn’t listening.

JON MCDANIEL: NOW do your job, ref. Jeez.

The Freak rolls into the ring, sizes the Falcon up as he rolls to his feet. The wind up! The pitch!

FWHACK! ACROSS THE FACE OF THE FALCON!

The Freak drops the bat with a smirk, and turns to leave the ring. Alec Wilcox turns to signal the end of the match, but his hand is caught… by the Falcon! The Falcon holds his face, blood pouring between his fingers. He turns and looks at the ref, moving his hand away to reveal a few fresh wounds from the barbed wire… And he’s smiling?

JON MCDANIEL: There’s something wrong with that guy.

COREY TAYLOR: You know, for once, I think I can agree with you.

The Falcon looks the ref in the eyes, and slowly shakes his head NO.

JON MCDANIEL: What is he doing?

COREY TAYLOR: It looks like he’s ordering the match to continue, McDaniel!

The Falcon lets go of the ref, who does not call for the bell. Instead he moves between the two competitors to continue the match. The Falcon runs a hand over his bloody face, and holds a now bloody hand in front of his face as he smiles… and suddenly he begins to laugh. The Freak, who has not yet left the ring, turns to see what the Falcon is laughing about… and his eyes widen.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re in trouble now, Freak!

The Freak watches as the Falcon leans down, picks up the barbed wire bat, and TEARS the barbed wire off in one motion. He then takes the barbed wire, and begins to wrap his right arm in it. Blood flows from his arm as he tightens the wrap of the wire around his arm and between his fingers, laughing through gritted teeth at the Freak. The Falcon finishes wrapping his arm in barbed wire, and then the Freak is quick on the offensive, trying to maintain the upper hand! The Falcon STOPS his momentum with a quick shot to the chin with the barbed wire and now the Freak’s chin is busted open! The Falcon sends a couple more shots to the midsection, but the Freak fights back in kind, absorbing the sharp blows wounding his midsection! The Freak hits the Falcon with a few STIFF MMA-style shots to the head that stagger him as he smiles, and the Freak hits the ropes!

ANY. GIVEN. MOMENT.

THE FALCON COUNTERS! The Falcon catches the Freak’s leg and hits him with a modified one-legged POWERBOMB that flattens him! The Falcon isn’t covering! He picks him up, BOOTS him in the gut, doubling him over, and shoves his head under his arm! HOOKS THE LEG!

WING CLIPPER!

JON MCDANIEL: OH MY GOD! Did you SEE that?!

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak’s neck must be BROKEN from that impact! It’s GOTTA be over!

The Freak slumps to the mat, seemingly out cold, but the Falcon STILL isn’t covering! Instead he locks on a VICIOUS Clutch! The guillotine choke is too much for the Freak after that Wing Clipper, especially with the BARBED WIRE digging into his neck, and he has no choice but to tap out!

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your WINNER! THE FALCON!

The bell rings, but the Falcon isn’t releasing the hold, that barbed wire sinking deeper into his flesh! The ref calls for the bell a second time, but the Falcon isn’t relenting! The crowd BOOS for all they’re worth, as the Falcon finally relents, his own blood mixing with the Freak’s, the barbed wire stained, sinking deep in the Falcon’s arm. The Falcon tears the barbed wire off his arm, tearing it up horribly, much of the crowd beginning to lose their lunches or pass out because of the gore. The Falcon stands over the Freak, breathing heavily, staring wide-eyed at the Freak with his eyes glazed over. And at the top of the aisle, watching it all, is Rob Robinson.

Rob Robinson is back in the ring. Without his mask, we can easily see him grinning from ear to ear.

Rob Robinson: Alright, so maybe earlier I was in a bit of a bad mood. But I want all my Robinson Pro fans and employees to know I still love them. That’s why I’m giving you a gift, right here, tonight. Ever since I bought this company, people have been speculating that there’s some deeper PWA conspiracy at work, something that couldn’t be further from the truth. But that speculation led to a lot of the Robinson Pro wrestlers going on and on about how much better they are than their PWA counterparts.

Rob Robinson: So where is this all leading? I’m giving the Robinson Pro roster a chance to put up or shut up. In three weeks time, I’ll lead a team of Robinson Pro wrestlers against a team of PWA guys in an elimination match. I’ll name the rest of the members of Team Robinson Pro next week, but until then I want the entire roster to think about one thing. Putting aside your personal feelings about me and the end of Rebel Pro, think about this: Are you going to make good on your threats and show the world that you’re better than the PWA or will you lay down and let the PWA roll over you? Yeah, you’ll embarrass me and my company, but more importantly than that, you’ll show that you’re afraid of the PWA.

Rob Robinson: So there it is. Chris Casino, the Bluegrass Mafia, the Freak, and all the rest what’s it gonna be? Are you all talk or will we show the PWA that Robinson Pro has the toughest SOBs on the planet on our roster?

The BGM remix of “My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots is heard as the Bluegrass Mafia of “the Show” Chad Kurtis, “the Bluegrass BadAss” Matthew Kurtis, and Lyndsey Valentine lead their group consisting of Will Zaluki, Chedpac, and Axl to the ring as the crowd goes wild. The group are all wearing either Rebel Pro t-shirts or the originals designed to harass and irritate Larry Gordon or Rob Robinson. The group gets to ringside and, after Matt gets a couple for microphones from ringside, they all climb into the ring. Matt hands over a mic over to Chad.

CHAD: Hello Rebel Pro fans. Here we are again to irritate, aggravate, and in general piss off Rob Robinson and his lackeys. Now we’ll really make them all mad here shortly when Big Matt and myself embarrass their tag team champions Might and Magic here in a few minutes.

MATTHEW: Wait a minute, Chad. You know maybe we should just boycott this because some people claim that wrestling our match is us doing “just what Rob Robinson tells us to do”.

CHAD: Is that right?

CHEDPAC: That’s right, mate. The Freak claims that all we was give a lot of lip service about how we were against Robinson’s take-over of Rebel Pro but then you did “just what you told to do” by actually trying to win the match and the Aggression Championship last week.

CHAD: Well that’s stupid. Please tell me you weren’t serious about what you said Matt about boycotting the match, Matt. I mean what do we care about the opinions of a man who seems to be playing both sides. I mean seriously does he expect anybody to trust him and Shutdown or care what they have to say about anything?

MATTHEW: Of course I didn’t serious mean we should boycott the match. I mean I love a good fight too bad we won’t get one this week from Might and Magic but supposedly their the best of the Robinson Pro tag teams.

CHAD: Sadly that’s true but they’re who we have to fight even if they or Robbie are too scared to even put their titles on the line. I mean I can’t blame Robbie for that, just imagine how embarrassing it would be for his handpicked tag teams to lose the titles after only one week.

LYNDSEY: You know guys, the tag team of the Dark Market which was in Rebel a while back has come back and our already talking trash about how all of us that were already here in Rebel could have allowed Robinson and his PWA rejects to take over.

MATTHEW: Oh they are? Well as far as I know and since I was here the whole time that Robbie was stealing the company I’m pretty sure I know what I’m talking about. That Chad and me fought his guys and warned everyone what was going to happen if we didn’t step to stop it. But all that struggle was hit with a huge setback when Gordon sold-out to Robinson. So the Dark Market can just shut-up about things they have no idea about. Besides that if they’re so pro Rebel why are they returning now, after Robinson buys the promotion?

CHAD: That is a good question, Matt. But let’s not get sidetracked, we have too many people in Robinson Pro that should be helping us following their own agendas, stating that they are indifference to whole situation, or plain M.I.A right now. That’s right I’m talking about the Freakshow where ever they actually stand, Jacob Venar the heartless coward who won‘t pick a side, and the two most glaring M.I.A.’s Chris Casino and J.T. Whiplash.
Like I said earlier if the heart and soul of Rebel Pro is to survive we can’t just bend over for Robinson Pro. So everybody needs to decide where they stand and do it now. What’s that?

As the BGM and friends look toward the ramp, “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake is heard throughout the Robinson Arena as J-Kurt makes his way to the ring to a mix of cheers and a few boos still. He gets to the ring and asks for a mic and Matt hesitantly gives him one.

J-KURT: I know you surprised to see me out here and to tell the truth earlier this evening coming out here with my brothers was the last thing on my mind. But it’s little Chad said the time for sitting on the fence is over and that combined with the Pantheon’s little attempt at intimidation made my choice for me. So I’m here to join the Rebel Pro loyalists. I’m also here to make the Pantheon eat their words, you last week the remark was made that even Scottie Snow could beat the best Rebel has to offer. So I think Scottie should prove it. Now I may not be the best that Rebel Pro has to offer but I’m no slouch either, so I’m challenging Snow or any member of the Pantheon to a match next week.

CHAD: Well it’s good to add another member to the resistance especially one with the talent of J-Kurt. So I guess that wraps it up for now and it’s time that for me and Matt to beat and humiliate Might and Magic. So the only thing left to say is hey Robinson, come try and kick our Rebel asses!

J-Kurt nods and heads back up the ramp, a look of anger on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: Where is that traitor J-Kurt going?

JON MCDANIEL: He looks like he is looking for something… or someone.

~Backstage~

The following airs on Robinson-Pro.com and on the Durham TV 8 channel, but is surprisingly held off Megavision. We’re seeing the locker-room of J-Kurt and he’s talking with his manager Big Daddy D.

J-KURT: Where the Hell did you slink off to when I was surrounded by the Pantheon?

BIG DADDY: Well…you…know that I had to get Mandi, Brandi, and Candi to safety in case Robinson and his friends decided to attack you or something.

J-KURT: So what you’re saying, Big Daddy, is that instead of sticking by my side in case I was jumped you ran to the locker-room with the three air-headed bimbos I let you surround me with is that what you’re telling me?

BIG DADDY: Well when you put it that way, it sounds bad. But hey you’re fine I mean your brothers and your sister-in-law helped you out.

J-KURT: Your right my brothers and Lyndsey came to side by me in case I needed help and my loyal stable didn’t. Maybe I should have listened to Chedpac when he walked out on us. Maybe I need to decide which side of the Robinson Pro and Rebel loyalists battle I want to be on.

BIG DADDY: Wait, wait, wait…we have a plan.

J-KURT: A plan? Oh yeah sit back and wait is that you’re plan? Brilliant, to be Switzerland in the battle being waged. To be indifferent and show no heart like Jacob Venar. That’s not working for me, Big Daddy. You want to cower in the background while there’s a fight for the very heart and soul of this promotion, you do that but I’m picking a side and taking a stand. Starting right now.

BIG DADDY: Listen I don’t think that’s a good idea, J, I mean you hired me because I’m one of the sharpest wrestling minds in the world.

J-KURT: You’re right, Big Daddy, you are pretty smart. So maybe you can answer a question for me before I go down to the ring.

BIG DADDY: Sure anything.

J-KURT: Alright what does F-I-R-E-D spell?

BIG DADDY: F-I-R-E-D? Fired! You’re firing me you ingrate?

J-KURT: Yeah and one more thing, you want the three bimbos you can have them. By the way here’s your severance package

J-Kurt superkicks Big Daddy, knocking him out, as he leaves the locker-room and heads to the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: We are back from that backstage altercation and this match is fixing to start.

DING DING

Matthew and Moke are starting off this match with a test of strength, neither man getting the advantage here.

JON MCDANIEL: It isn’t every day that Moke’s power is matched.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but I’ve got my suspicions that Matthew is on steroids.

Moke boots Matthew right in the gut, stopping the test, but he powers on with another boot to the midsection. Moke with a knee lift into Matthew’s face rocks him nearly vertical. Moke with a clothesline nearly topples Matthew over the top, but he comes back with a right hand of his own. Moke is rocked, Matthew with a second right rocking Moke again. Matthew’s third right hand nearly sends Moke toppling over like the huge building that he is and his fourth surely would… but Alec Wilcox is there to say that Matthew’s fists are illegal. Matthew turns his head to Alec to indicate that he is using legal palm strikes, but Moke’s running knee sends him breathless into the corner. Moke with a big time body splash squashes Matthew in the corner and The Bluegrass Bad Ass stumbles out. Moke with a running knee off the ropes sends Matthew down to the canvas. Moke grabs a leg and drags Matthew over to the corner where he tags his long time partner, The Dragon, into the match. Moke throws Matthew into the corner, where Dragon unleashes kick after vicious kick to Matthew’s ribs; both left and right. Matthew tries to cover up but Moke holds his arms out of the way with an obvious cheat.

JON MCDANIEL: Now, this isn’t fair!

COREY TAYLOR: But the referee, the grand and very knowledgeable Alec Wilcox must believe it to be fair.

Here comes Chad into the match, going to help his brother out, but Referee Alec Wilcox intercepts him mid-ring to order him back into his corner. Moke comes out pounding down on Matthew’s ribs as Dragon delivers knees into the same spot as him and Moke alternate their knee and elbow rib punishment of Matthew. Chad gets back through the ropes, beginning to get extremely frustrated as Alec turns to see Moke standing in his place on the ring apron.

JON MCDANIEL: Just like in the PWA when Robinson is around, something smells fishy.

COREY TAYLOR: Over there it is usually Riona, over here it is Marina Blue.

Dragon shoves Matthew back up into the corner before climbing up and mounting him with what is obvious fisted right hands into the side of his neck and head.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOU… Matthew lifts Dragon up in a feat of ring awareness, slamming him down with a stunning powerbomb!

JON MCDANIEL: Matthew makes the cover!

ONE!

Here comes Moke as Alec makes a very slow count, checking repeatedly if the shoulders are down still.

TWO!

Here comes Chad to intercept Moke, but Alec gets up to stop Chad instead, infuriating The Show even more. Moke stomps down on the back of Matthew’s head before lifting him up rolling him over and pulling Dragon on top of him. Moke yells to Alec who spins around to find Moke back on the apron and Dragon pinning Matthew!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE

Chad in to break up t his pin. Moke comes in to help Alec force Chad back to his corner, but Chad leaps over Alec Wilcox, driving both feet right into Moke’s face sending him stumbling and toppling over the top rope. Chad doesn’t hesitate as he runs and leaps over the top rope with a diving plancha onto Moke, making sure to slam his face into the concrete just a bit harder than is necessary. Chad gets up and the crowd is cheering wildly for Chad. The Show slides back into the ring, ducking past The Dragon delivering him a side kick staggering him into the ropes before stepping back through the ropes. The Dragon looks after Chad, just staring him down, anger and disgust in his body language.

JON MCDANIEL: The Show taking it to the opposition here.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, cheating you mean.

On the outside of the ring, Moke is getting back up, holding at his face and a vacant expression on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: Uh oh…

JON MCDANIEL: I think Mokeangelo has returned…

Dragon turns around as he hears a “Mokeabunga!” Matthew releases a spear that flips Dragon over his shoulder to land on his ass behind Matthew. Dragon sits there and tries for a second to figure out what kind of truck just hit him and exactly how fast it was going before falling to lay on his back.

JON MCDANIEL: DAMN! What! A! Spear!

Matthew into the ropes, up with a leg drop across Dragon’s throat before he lifts Dragon up. Irish whip sends Dragon into the corner where Chad has his hand extended. Dragon still out of it as he is just propping in the corner. Matthew tags Chad into the match. Chad leaps over the top rope and into the ring. Spinning heel kick to Dragon’s face before planting himself and delivering a roundhouse kick to the other side of Dragon’s skull. Dragon is in a world of hurt and quickly in this match. Moke gets up onto the ring apron and steps into the ring, and this is totally ignored by Alec Wilcox. Moke comes charging in towards the corner!

MOKE! A! BUNGA!”

Chad falls down, Moke squashes his tag team partner in the corner and is distraut! Chad tags in Matthew quickly and the other big man comes into the ring by stepping over the top rope. Matthew with a clothesline backs the big man up into the center of the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: This is what I mean, Matthew is taking advantage of the distraught Moke Doshky.

JON MCDANIEL: Moke put himself into the ring, Matthew was tagged in.

COREY TAYLOR: Then Matthew needs to wrestle The Dragon, not pick on Moke.

JON MCDANIEL: With Moke’s size, I don’t think anyone picks on him.

COREY TAYLOR: You just did by calling him fat.

Matthew with another right hand has Moke in the corner. Running big boot sends him over the top to land on his head on the outside. Matthew turns around. Dragon is flying through the air.

CAUGHT!

Matthew with a British Bulldog running powerslam before bouncing off the ropes, tagging in Chad, and hitting the far ropes. Chad springs into the air off the top rope as Matthew delivers a leg drop Chad comes down with a front flip into a pin.

ONE!

Alec checks the shoulders as Matthew rolls out of the ringonto the apron. Alec once again checks the shoulder a good ten seconds later.

TWO!

Alec looks around and Moke is climbing back onto the ring apron. Alec checks the shoulder as everyone is encouraging him to count. Alec coughs into his hand before slowly, ever so slowly bringing it down for the three.

THRE

Dragon kicks out with some authority now.

JON MCDANIEL: It took him a minute and a half to count to two!

COREY TAYLOR: There you go making fun of Moke again.

JON MCDANIEL: I’m talking about…

COREY TAYLOR: Even though they are hicks, inbreds, and probably more things that I care not to mention, Chad and Matthew can count; who are we to make fun of them because it takes them so long.

JON MCDANIEL: I’m talking about Alec Wilcox!

COREY TAYLOR: Yes, grand referee isn’t he.

Chad gets back up, right into Alec’s face about the painfully slow count. Dragon rolls him up from behind. Moke rushes in to take on Matthew.

ONE!
TWO!
THR

Chad manages to kick out, but the two mastadons collide in the center of the ring. Chad rolls up to his feet, ducking a kick from Dragon to spin around and kick him in the back of the knee. Dragon goes down on one knee. Chad off the ropes.

SHINING WIZARD!

Dragon is out, the two mastadons are still trading clubs in the Might and Magic corner, and Alec Wilcox watches them go at it. Chad lifts Dragon up, lifting him for the CK Finale!

UP and DOWN!

COREY TAYLOR: Chad stole that move from Mr. The Phoenix.

JON MCDANIEL: Who… is… that?

COREY TAYLOR: Only the most prolific wrestler to ever step foot into a ring.

A hand comes up from under the ring holding down Dragon’s ankles as Alec watches on. Chad yells at him as Matthew and Moke go over the top rope to the outside with their fists still flying.

ONE!

Again with the shananagans as Alec is very…. veeeeeery slow to count double checking the shoulders.

TWO!

Another slow and extremely close check of the shoulders as Scottie Snow runs down to the ring!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Scottie!

J-Kurt out of nowhere with a kick to Scottie’s ribs doubling him over. J-Kurt is on Snow like… white on rice keeping him from getting into the ring! The hand still holds the ankle of The Dragon as Alec has no choice but to count.

THREE!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match… Chad and Matthew Kurtis… The Original Bluegrass Mafia!

COREY TAYLOR: I call mismatch! They cheated, someone was holding Dragon’s ankle.

JON MCDANIEL: I don’t think anyone was kicking out of the CK Finale anyways.

The hand slips back under the ring but not before it lifts the apron to show the smiling face of The Freak.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is your main event of the evening and is for the Robinson Pro(boooo) Aggression Championship…

“Duel of the Fates” is in the speakers and Reaver is in the arena at the top of the entrance ramp to a large amount of booing.

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

Reaver steps into the ring and through the ropes ready for his first title oppurtunity here in Robinson Pro.

“Slip It In” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a big ovation from the crowd is the lone Champion from the days of Rebel Pro…

ERIC EMERSON: From North Hollywood, California; she stands at five feet three inches and weighs one hundred twenty-three pounds… she is the Aggression Champion… MARINA BLUE!

Marina is immediately in the ring as the ramp actually touches the ring it is so close.

DING DING

JON MCDANIEL: Here we go with the main event of the evening fans and it promises to be a great match.

COREY TAYLOR: Especially now with no more hardcore shananagans.

Collar and elbow, but Reaver quickly with a go behind into a hammerlock. Marina with a duck and twist is behind Reaver with a rear waistlock, but Reaver quickly into the ropes, to leap up and flip over Marina in a fantastic show of agility. Marina spins around to find Reaver’s boot heading right towards her mouth thanks to a Reaver spinning heel kick. Marina ducks grabbing the foot and spinning him the opposite way. Reaver spins back around, standing dropkick from Blue sends Reaver onto the canvas. Marina leaps over her fallen opponent, leaping to the top rope, back flipping with a springboard moonsault onto Reaver.

JON MCDANIEL: What athleticism in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, she can definitely move her body. (he snickers)

Marina lands on Reaver’s upturned knees, sending her rolling over clutching at her midsection. Reaver kips up to his feet, sending his boot right into Marina’s back and she goes face down on the canvas. Reaver up to the top turnbuckle from the canvas in a tremendous leap, he back

flips onto canvas as Marina manages to roll just out of the way. Reaver clutches at his midsection, but intends on fighting through the small amount of pain. Reaver spins around, face down thanks to a drop toe hold from Marina. Blue off the ropes, baseball slide right into Reaver’s face rolls him out of the ring and onto the floor. Marina spins her right arm over her head before bouncing off the ropes.

JON MCDANIEL: She’s gonna fly!

COREY TAYLOR: Over the top!

Reaver gets up, his back to the ring. Marina launches herself over the top, catching Reaver as she comes down with a bulldog.

JON MCDANIEL: She drove his face right through our table!

Splinters fly up everywhere as the sold out crowd of twenty jump to their feet for the hardcore that is legal as it accidentally happened. Marina rolls Reaver up to his feet and into the ring as Lance Weston gives his single warning. Marina shouts something up to him before she leaps up to the apron. Marina up to the top rope and perching there as Reaver finds his bearings in the ring. Marina with a leap catches Reaver with a flying head scissors and spins her body around flipping Reaver inside out to land back in the very center of the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Wow, what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: So you think your PWA guys are the only ones with athleticism?

JON MCDANIEL: I never said that.

Marina up, signaling to the crowd to get them pumped up, but the little hardcore action has done that. Marina pulls Reaver up, but he nails her in the midsection with a fist, extending his knuckles slightly. Reaver shoves up to his feet, nailing Marina with a fist to shove her back into the corner. Reaver mounts her in the corner.

JON MCDANIEL: Reaver with a monkey flip sends Marina across the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Reaver showing this harlet who is boss.

JON MCDANIEL: I thought Mr. Robinson liked her.

COREY TAYLOR: Um…. I said Champion woman.

JON MCDANIEL: Riiiiiiiight.

Fist drop on the throat, but Lance Weston is there to warn him of the closed fist. Reaver looks over to Weston before bringing Marina up to a kneeling position. Knee strike to the side of her head before spinning around and delivering the heel of his boot right to her temple. However, Reaver keeps her in a kneeling position and delivers another series of knee strikes to her temple and causes her eyes to roll up into the back of her head. Reaver pulls her up to a vertical position, applying a bear hug. Reaver lifts her up into the air.

JON MCDANIEL: Marina with a counter into a small package!

COREY TAYLOR: Lance didn’t see the knee into Reaver’s groin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIIL Robinson Pro Aggression Champion… Marina Blue!

JON MCDANIEL: Marina Blue retains here tonight, but Reaver put up a great fight.

COREY TAYLOR: Well,… well… I can’t think of anything at all.

The show quickly cuts backstage to see a strange man, that sort of looks familiar to some fans of wrestling sliding something under the BGM locker Room door. The camera zooms down to show the writing on the envelope.

“Do Not Open. Top Secret!”