Red, White, and Bruised 2010

The crowd is restless and ready for the action promised here tonight on the returning Red, White, and Bruised show from Rebel Pro. Chatter is passed between friends, popcorn, and a brown bag that someone managed to slip past the security at the front door.

“Smooth” hits up in the speakers and the crowd immediately show their displeasure at this intrusion of the promised action. The cocky Chris Casino walks out, dressed in his wrestling attire and marches directly to the ring. Casino pays no attention to the fans, because he only has eyes for the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is he doing out here?

COREY TAYLOR: He is the World Champion, he has every right.

ROB MARTINEZ: He isn’t the World Champ yet.

COREY TAYLOR: Inevitable Rob.

Casino steps through the ropes, his hand out to receive the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

CASINO: “Enough of this.”

He stomps around the ring.

CASINO: “Case, you’ve ran your mouth enough this week, so lets have you out here right now and get our match under way!”

Nothing from the speakers, nothing from the back, and nothing from the crowd as they wait to hear the first sounds of Justin Case’s music. Casino nods, the smirk growing on his face.

CASINO: Ah, I see, for all of your talk Justin Case isn’t man enough to come.”

“Troublesom ’96″ hits up in the speakers and the crowd jump to their feet for Justin Case. Case walks out, looking a bit shocked at the crowd’s reaction, but they don’t like him they just want to see the match early.

COREY TAYLOR: Case walking out here to chicken out of the fright.

ROB MARTINEZ: “You mean fight?”

COREY TAYLOR: “No, I mean fright of facing Casino.”

Case steps up the steps and through the ropes to stand center ring. Casino hands the microphone out to Case as Jimmy Johnson seems to have popped out of thin air, but has actually been there the entire time in the background. Case looks at Casino, nodding as he smirks. Jimmy Johnson takes this for acceptance and rings the bell.

DING DING

Case is shocked at the sudden ringing of the bell, he wasn’t ready for the match. Casino kicks him in the gut, rolling him up for a small package pin. Jimmy Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Chris Casino!

Casino slaps Justin on the face for good measure as he slides out of the ring, grabbing his belt from Jenny Jersey. Justin gets up, snatching the microphone from Jenny Jersey and bringing it up to his lips, his face red with anger. Casino backs up the aisle.

JUSTIN CASE: “I want my rematch Casino, I never agreed to the match now!”

Casino waves a kiss to Case before slapping himself on the ass with it as he turns to walk away. Justin Case stands there, seething and furious.

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~Megavision~

Larry Gordon sits in his office, signing a few papers with a telephone up to his ear. A hand bursts through the door, it belongs to the former World Champion, Justin Case. Larry looks up to see who the intruder is and isn’t suprised to find Chet Whetleson there with a camera guy in toe.

LARRY GORDON: “Sure Colonel, let me call you back in a few minutes… I’ve got …”

Larry nods as Case stands there fuming, you can almost see smoke coming from his ears.

LARRY GORDON: “Oh, you are watching right now? Alright then, give you a call back in a few minutes.”

Larry puts the phone down, lacing his fingers together to place them on the desk in front of him. Larry looks up to Justin and smiles.

JUSTIN CASE: “I want my rematch! I want it now!”

Gordon raises a hand to scratch at his cheek.

JUSTIN CASE: “I never agreed to the match Gordon and you know that. It was set for the main event.”

Gordon nods his understanding.

LARRY GORDON: “If I know Casino, he denied your request for the rematch.”

Justin Case nods. Larry picks up the phone and hits a series of numbers as he holds a hand up to Case.

LARRY GORDON: “Ralph, don’t let Casino leave the building.”

He waits.

LARRY GORDON: “Kindly inform him that he is in the main event tonight in a rematch for the World Title.”

Gordon sits there, Case looking down.

LARRY GORDON: “Well, tell the camera guy to turn on the camera.”

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Ralph hands the phone to Casino. Casino stands, dressed in his wrestling attire, bag in hand, and World Title over his shoulder. Ralph the Security guard stands there barring Casino from leaving.

CASINO(facing the camera): “What is the meaning of this Gordon?!”

Larry smiles.

LARRY GORDON: “Mr. Case wants his rematch and whether or not I think it is smart to go into a match with revenge on the mind, it is his right to say when and where the rematch takes place.”

Casino is furious.

CASINO: “But it is my right to deny…”

LARRY GORDON: “True, but I do sign your paycheck and we have a lot of time to fill on the show, so… you are back in the main event.”

ROB MARTINEZ: “How about that?”

COREY TAYLOR: “Shananagans.”

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“This Moment” by Disturb hits up in the speakers as from the back to an enormous amount of uncheering is the challenger for the Aggression Title. Freak looks to the crowd, acting as though he is all high and mighty, he waves to the fans as though he is a King and dismissing servants who have displeased him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds… he is… THE FREAK!

Freak steps up the steps and into the ring through the ropes, still dismissing the fans as though they are mere after thoughts.

“Requiem For A Dream” is in the speakers and the crowd are up on their feet for the Aggression Champion. His time in Rebel Pro may be a short one, up to this point, but they love him already. A slow fog envelopes the aisle from underneath the curtain as a hooded figure steps out from the back. Dressed in the long hooded robe, he holds the Aggression Championship over his left shoulder and in his right hand is held the Cat of Nine Tails.

JENNY JERSEY: From The City of Angels, he stands at six feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred eighty-five pounds… He is your Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… XANDOR CROSS!

COREY TAYLOR: That whip has got to be illegal.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve been here for over a year and you still don’t realize that there are no rules in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Quick jab to pull the votes your way huh Martinez? Well, do people know that your mother is standing on the corner of First and Second Avenue right now?

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Freak looks up to the towering form of Xandor Cross and to the whip in his hand. Xandor whips it out, but Freak is quick and avoids the blow. Freak slams a palm strike into Xandor’s ribs, but Freak is unable to avoid the second blow of the whip, the force of it sending him down to one knee. Freak with a knee strike to Xandor’s knees sends him down to one knee, but the whip cracks down a third time, connecting once again. Freak’s back is already torn and bleeding, but the pain seems to do the opposite and revive him. Freak leaps out of the way of the third strike, using the ropes to propell him up to deliver a front kick to Xandor’s face sending him stumbling backwards. Freak lands, spins, and sweeps Xandor’s legs out from under him. Cross hits the canvas on his back, already sitting back up after impact. Freak off the ropes, dropkick to Xandor’s head rolls him over onto his front, but he is still forcing himself back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak has the Cat of Nine Tails!

COREY TAYLOR:(sarcastic) Illegal now is it?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, as I just recently told you, there are no rules in Rebel Pro or are you as dumb as you are deaf?

The metal pieces bite hard into Xandor’s back, drawing small trickles of blood quickly, but Freak brings it down a second time and is definitely enjoying himself. Freak brings it up for a third strike, but Xandor slams a fist into his midsection doubling Freak over. Xandor is up to his feet, uppercut sends Freak into the ropes. Irish whip sends Freak running, big boot sends him down. Xandor lifts Freak up, spinning around, spinning vertical suplex and Freak is on his back. Xandor up, off the ropes, big leg drop that would make Hulk Hogan jealous of its execution.

COREY TAYLOR: He stole that move from Hulk Hogan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hulk Hogan didn’t invent the leg drop, he just wasn’t smart enough to develop a more complex finisher.

Xandor lifts Freak up,Northern Lights Suplex that he holds for a pin and Alan Stone is in position.

One…

Two…

Freak rolls a shoulder up, pulling Xandor off balance. Xandor is up first, Freak with a shin kick gets Xandor off balance. Cross delivers a right hand slamming Freak back into the corner. Xandor runs, big leg over the top rope and Xandor is trapped with one leg on either side of the top rope. Freak smiles before mockingly nodding then methodically kicking the top rope. Freak up on the top rope, using his tight rope walking ability to jump up and down on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t care who you are, that is going to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just because you don’t have any, doesn’t mean that all men don’t.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahuh? What did you say?

Xandor falls inside the ring, but is able to kick the top rope with a reserve of strength, Freak falls to the outside of the ring and down to the concrete floor. Xandor gets up, wincing at the pain between his legs before Xandor launches himself over the top rope with a plancha to the rising Freak. Big! Man! Plancha! Connects! Freak is slammed into the railing on the outside, but Xandor isn’t finished with him yet. Xandor takes the time to pound a few forearms into Freak before whipping him back into the ring apron. Xandor lifts Freak up over his head, Big Man Press Slam! Freak rolls over in agony as his front slams heavily onto the canvas. Xandor steps over the top rope, stalking his prey very slowly; seeming to savour the moment of the kill. Xandor leans over Freak, but Freak bounces up, connecting with the Cat of Nine Tails to Xandor’s face. The metal pieces dig into Xandor’s flesh, tearing grooves into his face, but Freak isn’t finished as he swings for the fences one more time. Xandor blocks the blow with his forearm, Freak having lost the advantage of surprise. Freak rushes in with another blow, Xandor kicks out with a boot. DDT! Xandor makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Freak kicks out, anger fueling him for the moment. Freak kicks out at the rising Xandor, but Cross catches the leg. Enzeguri to Xandor’s neck sends him down to one knee. Freak off the ropes, Shining Wizard takes Xandor off his feet. Freak slides out of the ring, going for a steel chair, he grabs two and slides back into the ring. Xandor is getting back up, but a chair shot misses and Freak is thrown off balance.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike One!

COREY TAYLOR: This is wrestling, not baseball.

Freak swings a second time, missing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike Two.

COREY TAYLOR: This is why I’m losing in the voting? The fans are complete idiots.

ROB MARTINEZ: No, that is why you are losing in the voting.

Xandor connects with the Cat of Nine Tails, right to Freak’s chest, drawing rivers of blood as the metal pieces dig deep into Freak’s chest flesh. Freak, swings again, connecting but Xandor slams the Cat back, connecting with a solid second swing, this one to Freak’s face sending him backwards into the ropes. Freak drops the chairs, Xandor presses his advantage. Xandor with a back suplex, but he picks Freak back up, Back Drop Driver! Freak is being tossed around as he tries to clear his eyes of the blood and think of someway to hurriedly get back into this match. Xandor lifts Freak up onto his left shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Emerald Flowsion! I haven’t seen that one in a while.

COREY TAYLOR: Well… uh… well… so!

Xandor covers for the pin and hopefully the win.

One…

Two…

Freak gets his shoulder up and Xandor realizes that his task may not be that easy. Xandor lifts Freak up, placing him onto his shoulder in an electric chair position. Freak wobbles from side to side, the blood still trickling down his face. Xandor leans forward, but Freak counters the Electric Driver with a spin and plants Xandor face first onto one of the discarded chairs. Freak lays there, breathing heavily before somehow shoving himself up and placing Xandor onto his back, head on the chair that he face planted. Freak stumbles over to the other chair, placing it on Xandor’s face before somehow managing to climb up top.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah hah! Freak is going for a high risk move.

ROB MARTINEZ:(sarcastic) Oh Great One, what gave it away?

COREY TAYLOR: (unaware of the sarcasm) The fact that he is climbing up top Rob.

Freak launches himself into the air…

COREY TAYLOR: Shooting Star Press connects!

Freak just lays there as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Freak!

Freak slides out of the ring, stumbling over to get his newly won Aggression title before holding it up and smiling through the mask of blood. Freak stumbles towards the back, weaving from side to side. In the ring Xandor Cross sits up, a crimson mask on as well, swiveling his head to watch Freak’s retreating back.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, an update on the voting results of the match between Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor…

The fans are really wondering about this match.

JENNY JERSEY: The current poll shows that Rob Martinez is leading by nearly a two to one vote ratio.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn the internet! Oh how it lies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you fans for the lead so far and now onto our next match.

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We come back from commercial with Moke Doshky already in the ring, waiting on the rest of his opponents in what promises to be a parade of entrances.

“Slip It In” slips into the speakers as from the back, manager beside her, is Marina Blue.

JENNY JERSEY: From North Hollywood, California, she stands at five feet three inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… MARINA BLUE!

“Anthem” hits up in the speakers and the crowd go wild for the returning Jonothan Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah, Kentucky he stands at six feet one inch and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds… “BLUEGRASS HEARTTHROB” JONOTHAN KURTIS!

The eerie Halloween remix begins to play as Damien Alexander emerges from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: From Patterson, New Jersey, he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… DAMIEN ALEXANDER!

“Dress Like A Target” hits up and the crowd boos, for some strange reason they can’t stand Krusty Kid Paul.

JENNY JERSEY: From Kitchener, Ontario, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… KRUSTY KID PAUL!

“Lead Into Demise” hits up the speakers as the crowd boos for this co-tag Team Champion.

JENNY JERSEY: “Now introducing one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up and there is still a mixed reaction for Jacob Venar as he steps through the curtains. He doesn’t seem to care though as he steps from the curtain and heads towards the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia, Canada he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… he is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… JACOB VENAR!

DING DING

It doesn’t take long for the ladder to come into play as Maverick and Venar level the large Moke Doshky with it, sending him over the top rope to the outside. The duo turn, J-Kurt flies over the ladder, springing off the top rope to bounce back on the ladder, enzeguri to Venar takes him down causing him to drop his end of the ladder. Maverick turns, J-Kurt runs up the inclined ladder, dropkick right to Johnny’s face sends him down. J-Kurt rides the ladder down, but here comes Damien with a spear taking J-Kurt through the ropes. Damien rides him through the ropes pounding away on his face as though he is Chad Kurtis.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the intensity that Damien Alexander is pounding at J-Kurt’s face.

COREY TAYLOR: Poetry in Motion.

Marina lowers herself on top of Johnny, preparing to ride him, but digs her claws into his face, but here comes Venar to the rescue but KKP delivers a K-Cutter out of no where to take hiim down. KKP picks up the ladder, intending on climbing to the top, but Johnny kicks out sending KKP down from the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: That TLC match up in NAPW has taken its toll on KKP.

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe so, but he retained there and will win here.

Johnny flips Marina over onto her back, forearm choke to the Adult Film star. Maverick slams a knee into her crotch, she gasps, but Maverick isn’t finished as he delivers MMMA(Maverick Mixed Martial Arts) Elbows to Marina’s face. KKP rushes over, yanking him off of Marina and yelling in his face. Maverick looks on, shruging, and Marina delivers a low blow to the little Krusties. Maverick finishes the combo with a jump, spin, roundhouse kick sends KKP onto his side. Marina is climbing up the ladder now, but Johnny has her by the back, he flings her off the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: What action here.

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Venar.

Jacob launches himself from the middle turnbuckle to flip over and land a leg drop across Marina’s throat. He hops up to his feet, Johnny nodding his approval, both men begin to climb up the ladder. Damien sees and dives back through the ropes as both men reach the three quarter height. Damien slams KKP’s face into the steel sending it swaying and it is all

that Maverick and Venar can do to hold on. Ladder swaying, KKP’s face slams into it again, snap suplex sends KKP into the ladder and it sends the ladder toppling. Maverick flips off to the side, slamming into KKP while Jacob delivers a flying forearm to Damien sending him backwards into the turnbuckle. Damien and Jacob begin to trade fists as KKP and Johnny begin trading punches of their own.

ROB MARTINEZ: Guess the Demi-Gods are over.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn, I just purchased their t-shirt.

Maverick with a right, KKP with a right, J-Kurt flies over the top to slam into both men sending them toppling to the canvas. J-Kurt spins back up to his feet. Moke Doshkey slams him down to the mat with a clothesline. Moke sets up the ladder and begins to climb his big butt up towards the top. Jacob and Damien work together momentarily, as they head for the ladder, but it dissolves before they reach the ladder. Damien slams a thumb into Jacob’s already red eye. Marina climbs up behind Moke, using her hand to persuade Moke that the climb isn’t worth what she can offer him. Moke looks down, a blush crawling up his neck. Marina looks up, smiling, before clamping down on his little Moke’s and he releases his grip. Marina uses the fall to slam him down with a spinebuster.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it, Marina with a spinebuster on Moke Doshky.

COREY TAYLOR: All she did was back up, and fall down with him to give the illusion of a spinebuster.

Venar up, pulling Damien up with him, but Alexander sprays the black mist into his face, bringing his head down with a DDT onto the ladder! Damien hops up, hoping to surprise everyone with a quick climb. Alexander is half-way up when Johnny Maverick launches himself through the air to slam his head into Damien’s back crumpling him down to the canvas, holding at his lower back. KKP isn’t through yet though as he pulls Maverick up to his feet, throwing a right fist into his face rocking him backwards. J-Kurt is picked up by Jacob and launched over the top rope to the outside. Moke picks up Marina, who just received a punt kick to the head from Jacob, and attempts to use her as a lawn dart over the top rope as well. Moke turns, Jacob rushes up the ladder, spinning around with a leap and sending Moke out of the ring with a hurricanrana. Jacob lands on his knees and climbs up the ladder. Damien rushes forward, but Maverick whips KKP into Damien. Johnny jumps into the air, split legged kick to both Damien and KKP’s faces slump them onto the ropes. Double DDT sends them onto the canvas. Johnny looks around and it is only him and Jacob that are standing, Johnny on the canvas and Jacob on the top of the ladder.

DING! DING! DING!

A title belt in both hands, Jacob stands at the top of the ladder before beginning to descend.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and…

She stops as Jacob stands in front of Johnny Maverick, he looks at him… at both belts in his own hands. Jacob smiles before looking back to Johnny and handing him one of the two Rebel Pro Tag Team Title belts.

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… Johnny Maverick and Jacob Venar!

Maverick and Venar make their way back up the aisle and the ring is now empty as Jenny Jersey stands center ring, a notecard in her hands.

JENNY JERSEY: Now an update on the status of the online voting for the match between Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor…

ROB MARTINEZ: This is quite interesting.

COREY TAYLOR: I just hope my call helps.

JENNY JERSEY: As of three minutes ago, Rob was leading by a mere one hundred votes; Corey having cut into his lead by ninety-nine votes.

COREY TAYLOR: (on a cell phone and whispering) Get back on and vote some more, there is Big Macs and chili dogs in it for you fat boy! But even more if you make me win. What do you mean you’ve got to thing to do? You are sitting at home alone playing World of Warcraft take time from that game and vote!… … … Alright, I’ll throw in a DQ Oreo Blizzard as well, but I’d better win.

Corey hits a button on the phone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Important call?

COREY TAYLOR: (A bit flustered) Oh yeah, couldn’t help it.

JENNY JERSEY: The final results of the match between Rob and Corey Taylor will be listed on the Website following the conclusion of the show.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall, with the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Championship on the line…

“Troublesome ’96″ hits up in the speakers as Justin Case, with Hugh Aredon, walk from the back. Case looks to the crowd before frowning at them and heading on down to the ring. Case steps up the steps, wiping his feet, and is in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger, he comes to us from Edmonton Alberta, Canada; he stands at six feet five inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… JUSTIN CASE!

“Smooth” up in the speakers, the crowd ups the intensity of the booing, and this time Casino pays them attention as he jaws at those close to the barricade. Casino makes sure to stay as far away from them as possible until he steps up the steps, wipes his feet off, and enters the ring to stare at Justin Case.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro World Champion, he comes to us from Las Vegas, Nevada and stands at five feet eleven inches, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds… CHRIS CASINO!

Casino hands the belt off, readying himself with some stretches and waiting for the match to begin.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Who would have thought that Casino’s first defense would come on the same show in which he won the title?

Casino and Case lock up center ring, Referee Alan Stone officiating. Case with a wristlock into a traditional hammerlock, Casino counters into a hammerlock of his own. Casino drops for a headlock, but Case falls to the side jabbing his left fist into Casino’s ribs to wind him quickly. Case delivers a clothesline, but Casino with seemingly flick sends Case over with a hip toss to the canvas. Casino is on top of it with a knee drop to Case’s forehead before pulling him up to a vertical base. Casino whips Case into the corner, he follows in with a leaping body splash. Case drops down, Casino slams himself on the top turnbuckle. Case up quickly, kicking upwards into Casino’s unprotected stomach before he brings down a double axe handle onto Casino’s back. Casino falls down to a kneeling position, Case with a running knee slams Casino back into the corner. Case mouths off to the champion, before his eyes go wide and Casino smirks up at him having delivered a vicious low blow.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a low blow!

COREY TAYLOR: Perhaps there is a new Dirtest Player in the Game?

ROB MARTINEZ: What treason you speak of.

Case holds at his dice, Casino with a neckbreaker takes him down. Casino climbs up the corner, he positions himself, he flies with a frogsplash, slamming in with his entire weight on Case before hooking the leg and the ropes with his feet.

One…

Two…

Case rolls a shoulder up, Casino is unmoving. Casino pulls his advasery up, slamming his forearm into Case’s face. Short Irish whip slams Case chest first into the corner, Casino drops down. Case falls over Casino, Chris hooks the legs and ropes again.

One…

Two…

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino trying to steal another one, but Case able to kick out.

Casino gets up into the face of Alan Stone, giving him the business and telling Stone how to count to three as though Alan Stone has never done it in all of his career. Meanwhile Justin has gotten back up, he locks in a back suplex. The crowd, not liking both men, hate Casino more. Case lifts Casino up, turning to slam Chris down with a back suplex. Case pulls Casino back up, still locked in, second back suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case loves to deliver a trio of Back Suplexes.

COREY TAYLOR: Retarded is what he is.

Case up, still locked in… a third Back Suplex! Casino down, Case holds it for a bridge pin attempt, Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Thr

Casino rolls a shoulder up, breaking the bridge and the pin. Casino against the ropes, Casino holding onto the top rope pulling himself up. Case delivers a clothesline sending Casino over the top to the outside. Casino pulls himself up, shaking his head as he stumbles around, Case leaps from the top rope as Casino stumbles down to his face(ala Ric Flair).

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My Gaud! Shooting Star Press to the outside!

COREY TAYLOR: This guy is nuts!

REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!

Case pulls himself up, shakily and rolls Casino into the ring. Case rolls himself into the ring as well, taking a bit to rest on his bent knee. Casino sits up, Case with a dropkick between Casino’s shoulderblades. Case picks Casino up, putting Chris into a facebuster, Justin smirks down at Casino’s back before lifting. Casino kicks his legs, bringing himself back down quickly. Case Chris with a quick series of punches breaks the hold. Casino shoves Case back into the ropes, Chris delivers a knee into Justin’s midsection. Double underhook of the arms, backbreaker completes it. Casino falls on the ropes, surprised at Case’s determination, but the smirk quickly returns as Casino wipes the sweat from his forehead and slings it towards Justin Case.

ROB MARTINEZ: The cockiness returning.

COREY TAYLOR: When you are Chris Casino, cockiness is just one of the many things you can afford.

Casino picks Case up to a vertical base, Justin stands there, swaying from side to side; Casino eyes him. Superkick right to the chin lands Case on his back, center ring. Casino climbs to the top turnbuckle, he looks down at Case, wipes his elbow, and dives. Casino slams the point of his elbow right into Case’s sternum, and covers for the pin. Casino reminds Alan Stone to count properly.

One…

Two…

Thr

Case kicks out and Casino is pissed. Chris gets right up and into Alan’s face, but for his part Stone doesn’t back down at all. A disturbance at the curtain, Casino turns to find The Freak walking out, just looking at the match. Freak sets up a chair, sits down, and begins to eat some popcorn. The apperance unnerves Casino a little bit, but he also remembers what Freak did last week. Casino goes to the ropes, yelling at The Freak. Case with a rollup slams the back of Casino’s head into the canvas, his shoulders on the mat.

One…

Two…

Casino rolls over the shoulder, keeping himself alive. He spins around, but is leveled by a clothesline from Case that sends him over the top rope. Freak has moved his chair a bit closer, Case eyes him suspiciously as Freak claps him on. Casino pulls himself up, tripping Case by pulling on the ankles. Case out on the floor with Casino. Right from Chris, right from Case, they begin trading rights with utter abandonment. Case is knocked backwards. Casino charges him, but Case sways to the side, grabbing Casino’s wrist and guiding his forehead right into the ringpost. Casino’s forehead smacks heavily into the steel and he is out cold. Casino drops to his knees and only the ring steps and the side of the ring are keeping him in a kneeling position. Case rolls Chris into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino is out cold.

COREY TAYLOR: It is a faint… I hope.

Case lifts Casino up, butterfly suplex… into a piledriver!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just Too Talented!

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Justin Case!

Justin Case stands alone in the ring. The lights flicker, just like last week. This time, Justin Case is a little more aware, waiting for the appearance of the monster Akuma. Sure enough, the monster Akuma emerges from the crowd and climbs into the ring nimbly like a giant, bloodthirsty cat. Freak looks at this spectacle before shrugging and leaving, but not without stomping heavily on Casino’s face for good measure. Case sees him and fights back, blocking Akuma’s menacing hand and throwing a punch to Akuma’s face.

DING!

OW!

Justin Case holds his hand in agony, as Akuma appears unharmed. Akuma continues the assault, grabbing Case and delivering an AGONIZING short arm clothesline. Case goes down, but Akuma doesn’t let go! He YANKS Case to his feet and delivers a SECOND short arm clothesline, and then a THIRD. Case is levelled, but he’s still trying to fight back. Akuma is growing angrier, as he lifts Case onto his shoulders and locks in a DEVASTATING torture rack! Case is flailing, but there’s nothing he can do! In the meantime, Jester the Ringleader appears from the crowd behind Akuma, climbs into the ring, and snaps his fingers at the monster. Akuma ignores Jester, and wrenches back HARDER on the move! Justin Case cries out painfully!

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: Really, Akuma, that is quite enough.

Akuma responds almost immediately, tossing Justin Case out of the ring, and turning to his master. Case rolls for a while outside, clutching his lower back and throat. Jester the Ringleader produces a microphone from beneath his cape, and turns to Justin Case. His voice is the voice of the Ringleader, calm and inviting.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: Justin Case, my client does not like to wait, as you can see. You promised us a match, Justin, a match that we were proud to oblige, and yet… you have been ignoring us? Avoiding us, even? This will not do, Case. After all, it is becoming increasingly difficult to… restrain him.

Jester’s lips curl into a sickening smile behind his half-mask and he begins to laugh, slowly and maniacally, gradually increasing in pitch and speed. Akuma moves away from Jester, growling with anger.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: MY GOODNESS, Justin, do you SEE what you’ve DONE? Ha-ha… Ahaha… HAHAHA! You’ve ANGERED the monster. You’re keeping him WAITING. This simply WILL NOT do. As fun as it is, Justin, watching Akuma CRUSH you week after week, it is time we are given what we were… promised. AHAHAHAHAA! We just got out of the office of the MIGHTY Larry Gordon! HAHAHAH! YOU CAN’T RUN and HIDE ANY MORE, JUSTIN! At the SUPER AGGRESSION, YOU, YES YOU, WILL FINALLY TAKE ON THE MONSTER YOU’VE PROVOKED, THE MIGHTY AKUMA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Jester suddenly calms down and stares angrily at Justin, who now makes his way to the back. His voice becomes a deep, evil growl, his smiles gone. It’s still Jester, just… angrier.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: Just try to run, Justin. Try to hide. You can’t escape. Akuma can smell the fear in your blood. He will not stop, Justin. He will never stop chasing you. He wants to taste your blood, and until he is satisfied, you will forever be looking over your shoulder, waiting for the monster to appear, to attack you. So…

Jester smiles quickly, and his voice becomes devilishly joyful.

JESTER THE RINGLEADER: TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!

Jester drops the microphone, holding his sides as he keels over with the most frightfully cheerful maniacal laughter that rings throughout the arena. Akuma seems to find the laughter painful, as he leans on the ropes, holding his masked head with agony.

FADE

~On the website following the show~

Jenny Jersey is backstage, standing with both Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor. In her hand she holds a notecard with the results of the online and in arena voting.

JENNY JERSEY: Rob and Corey, you two have been in a match for the entirety of the show and the loser must show the other respect.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s right Rob, get down and tell me that you respect me.

Jenny smiles and holds the card up in front of her face.

JENNY JERSEY: After the first thirty minutes, Rob Martinez had Fifty votes, with you Corey having twenty.

Corey’s mouth drops open.

JENNY JERSEY: Then we had a major rise in voting as Rob went from fifty to one hundred and thirty votes, but Corey you picked up drastically as you then had a total of one hundred and nineteen votes.

Corey looks smug, but Rob just looks interested, his eyebrow quirked.

JENNY JERSEY: However, the voting was far from over as Rob you ended the night with five hundred and sixty-seven votes and Corey you finished with…

Corey looks expectant, knowing he had an Ace in the Hole. Jenny rechecks the card, allowing Corey to think what he will, Jenny checks it again.

COREY TAYLOR: Get on with it already so Rob has to respect me.

JENNY JERSEY: Corey after you had one hundred and nineteen votes you…

Corey looks on.

JENNY JERSEY: Didn’t get another vote, you finished the night with one hundred and nineteen votes.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

JENNY JERSEY: Now, you must finish the match.

Corey turns to Rob.

COREY TAYLOR: I respect you Rob.

Corey turns and stomps away, pulling out a cell phone as he does so. Rob speaks into the mic that Jenny puts up to his lips.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you fans for the support and votes, I appreciate them more than you can possibly know.