Super Rampage 12-17-2010

Santa comes flying across the screen, the reindeer made out of barbed wire and Santa is waving a steel chair around over his head. Big plumes of exhaust billow out of the back of the sleigh as though they are afterburners on a jet.

“Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling!”

The feed immediately statics and shows the traditional Robinson Pro logo, the feed once again having been hacked to provide something from the Rebel Pro Coalition.

JON MCDANIEL: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, we’re just about to get underway with our triple threat contest for the evening. All three competitors are standing by being checked over by the referee and waiting for the bell. Before we get to that though, I have the great displeasure of introducing my special co-commentator for this next match.

He sighs her name.

JON MCDANIEL: Lisa Seldon.

LISA SELDON: Well gee Jon, thanks for the glowing introduction. Even after I sent that shit stain Taylor guy packing.

JON MCDANIEL: Better the devil you know.

LISA SELDON: To be honest I didn’t even come out here to ruin the match tonight. If anything I wanted to talk to you.

JON MCDANIEL: Really.

LISA SELDON: Yeah! Assuming big Rob takes the dive tonight, which we all know is totally his thing; this could be your last R-Pro show. How is that going to make you feel?

JON MCDANIEL: Well I certainly won’t miss all the extra travelling, but to be honest, I’ve grown quite fond of some of the competitors here. There’s a lot of heart in them and some real untapped talent in their locker rooms. And so while I’m well aware I was brought here by Robinson so he could show everyone just how in charge he was, I’d like to think our presence at least brought a few fans with it and left them wanting more from this little independent promotion. And if this is my last show I honestly wish them all the best.

LISA SELDON: What a wonderful sentiment… now back to ruining this match.

The bell sounds and Jaice immediately cuts up the ring with a Dropkick that catches Thompson flush and sends him through the ropes. Jaice then jumps back to his feet and into a kick the gut from Gary that sets him up for the Stunner, but Jaice is able to push him off and toss out a kick of his own. Gary catches it and spins him away, only for Jaice to whip ‘round and nail him with an Enzugiri that puts Gary to a knee. Meanwhile Eric gathers himself up in the isle way.

LISA SELDON: So I know you’re meant to be watching this match and I’m supposed to be putting everyone down, but I can’t get by the fact that there’s a guy trying to wrestle a match wearing an Armani suit.

JON MCDANIEL: Yes, always thought it was a bit showy.

Brian Rentfro: Wanktastic is the term I’d have used.

Jaice hits the ropes and comes back with a Moonsault off the second, only for Gary to take a step to the side and let him hit the mat. Jaice lands hard and pops back up onto all fours, allowing Gary to score a running headkick that snaps him up right and lets him follow up with a Snap DDT.

JON MCDANIEL: First cover of the night!

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2

Jaice out early on the two.

Jaice rolls a shoulder to escape, prompting Gary to go with him and pull Jaice up off the mat. He backs him to the ropes and scores a couple right hands before pitching him across the ring. Gary then throws a Clothesline as Jaice returns, but he ducks under and scores with a Neckbreaker from behind. Jaice then jumps back up, hits the ropes and this time scores with the Moonsault across Gary’s chest.

Jaice Wild scores with the Lionsault and holds on for the pin.

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2

JON MCDANIEL: And Eric sweeps his leg from outside.

LISA SELDON: You ever wonder how Rebel Pro manages to house so many millionaires yet still remain in the shit.

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure they’re probably wondering how the PWA manages to be a success despite housing so many neurotic, melodramatic, sociopaths.

LISA SELDON: It’s because we’re the exact kind of people who excel at beating each other to death for fame and attention and no one minds when we get hurt.

Eric leaps back into the ring and scores a running knee to the back of Jaice’s head that knocks him out the ring. Eric then stalks his remaining opponent, allowing Gary to peel himself off the mat before he leaps in and rips him off his feet with the Ace Crusher.

JON MCDANIEL: The Cash Out! And this one is done.

Eric rolls Gary off his front and drops down into the cover.

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2

LISA SELDON: Whoa…

JON MCDANIEL: My God.

Seconds off the count Jaice comes in off the top and annihilates Eric with the Aerial Ace, bringing his head down like a guillotine across the back of his head. Eric pops up off his knees and staggers around the ring, right toward Jaice who easily sweeps out the bigger man’s legs.

JON MCDANIEL: Eric Thompson is in a world of trouble. He’s running off fumes at this point.

LISA SELDON: Man that was one superfluous high-flying strike.

JON MCDANIEL: Don’t you mean superlative?

LISA SELDON: Nope.

Eric can barely get his hands up to block and does nothing at all to stop Jaice charging forward with two feet in the air and crashing them down into Eric’s face with a leaping Double Stomp that puts him flat out.

JON MCDANIEL: He’s done it. He’s put Eric on his back and out cold, and Gary is still out from the Ace Crusher.

LISA SELDON: Guess my Rebel Pro return is going to be a lot shorter than expected.

Jaice with the cover.

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3!!

JON MCDANIEL: And this one is all over!

The referee calls for the bell as Jaice bounds to his feet and leaps up to the top-rope. He then raises an arm to the fans and earns a cheer before leaping off in a backflip toward the centre of the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: Can you do that?

LISA SELDON: Yeah but probably with two more flips and an in-flight movie.

Jaice then takes up another corner and raises a hand to the fans once again, which earns another cheer and sees us out.

LISA SELDON: Well, smashing could time Jon but I’m afraid I’m outta here.

JON MCDANIEL: Why are you here anyway?

LISA SELDON: Oh, you know, nothing a mere citizen like yourself need worry about.

Larry Gordon stands center ring, the microphone held in his hand as the crowd’s buzzing dies down.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, as per the contract signed by Mr. Robinson last week, I’m allowed a bit of air time in order to get some things done.”

He looks around a moment.

“Many of you may be seeing your final Rebel Pro resistence here tonight because I assure you that if the Rebel Pro Coalition los, there will be no more Rebel Pro.”

Boos from the crowd.

“So here on the last show of 2010 and perhaps the last Rebel Pro mentioning ever here in the Carolinas, let me introduce the first member of the 2010 Class of Rebel Pro Icons!”

“Smooth” hits up in the speakers and there is a mixed reaction for the man coming down the aisle. Casino steps up into the ring and receives the microphone from Larry Gordon.

CASINO: If you had asked me a few years ago if I would ever end up wrestling for REBEL, let alone receiving this tremendous award I would have called you crazy. But over the last few years I’ve grown up a lot and I’ve seen the hard work and the dedication from both the boys in the back to the people who help bring REBEL to your towns each and every week. Now I know it’s supposedly called, ‘Robinson pro’ but this is my damn speech and I’m going to call this promotion not by it’s ‘slave’ name but by the name it’s made famous. REBEL. People often mistake REBEL for being nothing more than a ‘garbage’ fed. A promotion that uses violence just for the sake of violence. Hell I’ll admit, the first few years this place was open I too thought REBEL was beneath me. But after almost a year of wrestling here, I’ve come to discover that while we have our ‘garbage’ guys, we also have some of the most talented in ring workers I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. Chad Kurtis, Johnny Maverick, Marcus Marion and even that fool Jacob Venar are all outstanding wrestlers. Hell look at some of the former World Champions, Rex Caliber and ‘Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just to name two guys that are prime examples of the technically sound wrestlers that are sometimes overlooked by others.

CASINO: But enough about them, this is about me baby! Former World Heavyweight Champion. Former Carolinas Champion and a former two time World Tag Team Champion. Not to damn shabby for someone who has been here for about 11 months. No one before, and I doubt no one after me will accomplish so much in so little time. I know that at times I can come off as, well, an ass, but let’s face it, I’m the best wrestler in REBEL boys and girls. I’ve beaten everyone this promotion has put in my path and I’ll keep doing so until I regain the World Title. I want you all to know that I love you fans for giving me grief and keeping me honest. I want to thank the boys in the back for busting their asses against me and making me a better wrestler, and I want to thank the people who watch our TV shows and buy our merchandise. Not all of the people that work here were born with a platinum spoon in their mouths like yours truly. In closing, thank you for this great honor and I’ll continue being the ass you love to hate for as long as you’ll have me around!

The crowd slowly stand up, clapping and catch Casino off-guard. Chris looks around and is receiving a standing ovation as Larry Gordon is clapping as well. Casino holds his gold steel Chair plaque up high for the crowd.

“THANK YOU CHRIS! THANK YOU CHRIS! THANK YOU CHRIS! THANK YOU CHRIS!”

A commercial fills the screen showing The Freak holding court behind a table where vintage Freak Show, Freak t-shirts as well as DVDs and posters are being sold.

FREAK: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, come one come all to purchase the new Freak t-shirt, showing the true form of Jacob Venar!

On mass the fans move in towards the table where The Freak is holding up the black t-shirt. On the front…

FREAK: As you can see, this is the front of the shirt…

The image is that of Jacob Venar on his knees, his back to the outside.

FREAK: And on the back…

Freak turns the shirt around to show Jacob, still on his knees mouthing an organ not shown. Underneath the image…

“How he really got the World Title.”

FREAK: Only $10.95 and get them while they’re hot, just in time for the Holidays!

Many people hold up money in order to get a shirt.

“Send me an Angel” by Zeromancer hits the speakers to a thunderous silence as Damian Dragonette makes his way to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Introducing first from Phoenix, Arizona, Damian Dragonette!

“Send me an Angel” is replaced by Arcturus’ Chaos Path as the silence is replaced by scattered cheers.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent, hailing from Jefferson City, Missouri… Derrick Figgins!

Both men are standing in the ring, staring each other down. The ref calls for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Dragonette rushes in for a quick clothesline, Figgins ducks and counters with a leg sweep that sends the bigger man down to the mat. Derrick follows quickly with an elbow drop… and Damian rolls out of the way. Both men back on their feet, they move in for an collar and elbow tie up, Figgins with a hammerlock. Dragonette rolls through the hold but Derrick rolls with him, keeping the arm in place.

COREY TAYLOR: Boring!

JON MCDANIEL: oh, come on, show some respect will you.

Figgins transitions the hammerlock into a side headlock. Dragonette a side suplex to break the hold. Damian is first back to his feet. He brings Derrick back to a vertical base and goes for a gut wrench suplex. No… Derrick Figgins flips through the suplex, landing on his feet! Damian turns to face Figgins, Dazing Razor! Damian Dragonette is out cold! Derrick runs towards the corner… BDS! And the cover.

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Ding, ding, ding.

ERIC EMERSON: And here is your winner, Derrick Figgins!

“Chaos Path” once again hits the speakers as Derrick celebrates his victory in the ring. His music gets cut off and replaced by Five Finger Death Punch’s Meet The Monster as The Monster of the Midway, Shut Down makes his way to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Now what does this big idiot want.

JON MCDANIEL: I have no clue what so ever, but do you want to tell him he can’t have it?

COREY TAYLOR: …

Shut Down steps over the top rope and grabs the Mic from Emerson.

SHUT DOWN: First off Derrick, I apologize for cutting short your victory celebration, even more so since this has nothing to do with you but there’s something that needs to be said.

Derrick gives Shut Down a scathing look as he leaves the ring. Shut Down turns and looks at the just raising Damian Dragonette… Shut Down with a vicious boot to the head of Dragonette.

SHUT DOWN: I am sick to death of all these people coming in to MY promotion with out an ounce of respect for either this sport or the other guys on the roster.

Shut Down picks Dragonette and delivers The Shake Machine.

SHUT DOWN: One promo. That’s all it takes. Just three to five minutes out of your pathetic lives to show that you truly want to be here.

Security starts to surround the ring but none want to challenge the big man. Shut Down throws the Mic down and places Dragonette in to The Full Nelson. After a minute or two he releases the hold and walks calmly to the locker room.

“Alcohol” hits up in the speakers and the fans boo immediately, but also mix in a few cheers as from the back walks Bubba J and then…

“Carbomb” hits up in the speakers and out walks a smiling Vincent Black, the two walking smugly and confident down to the ring. Bubba J grabs a microphone from Eric Emerson then begins to speak…

“So Eric, you moonlighting in Rebel Pro now?!”

Eric goes to answer.

“I didn’t mean for you to answer you piece of shit! You aren’t Rebel Pro material! You aren’t even Robinson Pro material because you like your suits, you like your tuxes, you like your fancy hairdos and these fans here!”

Bubba J indicates the assembled crowd.

“They like violence, they like blood, they like fighting… while they may hate Vincent and myself… they love Hardcore Entertainment baby…”

Bubba J glares at Eric.

“So you just take your cavair eating, whine drinking, stuffy ass on to the land of Shut The Hell Up and we’ll at least get along.”

The crowd roar in approval, Bubba J and Vincent a little taken aback from the pop; they look at each other. Bubba J and Vincent shrug.

“But for tonight, we’ve got the honor, the privelege, the distinction of introducing the very first member of the 2010 Class of Rebel Icons…”

“ON MY WAY TO THE PROMISED LAND…”

The fans rise to their feet and give a mixed reaction…

“I’M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!
HIGHWAY TO HELL!
HIGHWAY TO — !”

Nobody appears, and then on the guitar slide… Inferno and Shoe pop through the curtain! Both men are grinning broadly and wearing classy, dark, pin-striped suits, each with a fiery red scarf in the breast pocket. Curly locks flowing, Shoe winks & smiles, ever the cheshire charmer, at lady-types on the way to ringside, while Inferno’s eyes gleam with barely contained mania, his prematurely silver hair almost glinting under the hot ringlights. They enter the ring and embrace Bubba J and Vincent Black. as some fans applaud respectfully, some cheer, and many boo and jeer. Shoe admires his reflection in his REBEL ICONS steel chair plaque, then takes the microphone.

SHOE: Friendly peoples! Y’know something, we come before you today not just your superiors, not just elite, not just the sexiest dang World Tag Champions of all time… but deservedly and finally recognized as true freakin’ ICONS!

Bubba and Vince laugh as the crowd begins to boo more. Shoe hands the mic to a twitching Inferno.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHA! They said — THEY SAID — that we would never be back! They SAID we couldn’t do it! They said THEY SAID that our time! Had! PASSED! But we came in… we came in and we did exactly what we said we were going to do! HAHAHAHAHA! GREATEST — REBEL PRO — TAG CHAMPS OF ALL TIME! Nobody — NOBODY has beaten more teams than us! NOBODY — spilled more BLOOD than us! NOBODY has had the single impact on tag team wrestling than the GREAT ALASKAN NINJA!

SHOE: You mean NINJA…SSSSS.

INFERNO: The plural of ninja is NINJA, yeah baby! HA HA HA.

SHOE: Geez, you know you nekkid under dem eyebrows? Now with the single exception of our two good & great sock-wearing friends here Vincent Black & Bubba J, the amazing team known as HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT, and we COLLECTIVELY KNOWN AS THE GLOBAL ENTITY KNOWN AS THE EXTREME ELITE… what was I saying? You wanna talk about icons, brother, you got your ICONS right here! Some of the best tag teams in all of wrestling here… The Dark Market? Beat ‘em! Tossed ‘em out of REBEL Pro and it took YEARS for them to crawl back! The Foundation? Hey, first or not, we took ‘em out. And they were DONE, they were NEVER THE SAME. Black Underground Railroad? Okay, they held the belts just days longer than us… but we beat THEM, we broke them UP, we tossed ‘em into barbed wire from high atop a sockin’ scaffold and they were NEVER THE SAME, brother. The Young Leons, geez, that was just record padding, but they were NEVER THE SAME. Mikey Massacre & Nick Everhardt…

Shoe pauses, grinning, then holds the mic for Inferno.

INFERNO: NEVER THE SAME.

SHOE: Not even close, nahhhh. The Great Puma II? Put his ass out of wrestling, the Billy Kryenik & Chad Kurtis? Oh, we beat ‘em… didn’t we, Inferno?

INFERNO: And Billy Kryenik’s face was NEVER THE SAME. HA HA HA!

SHOE: Some people said a frikkin’ fireball to the face was too much, but that is just how the GAN-MOBILE 5200 ROLLS. We held those tag team titles with pride, we came in, we changed it, and REBEL PRO WRESTLING… was NEVER THE SAME.

The fans are largely booing at this point, when Shoe suddenly loses his smile and stares directly into the hard camera, eyes serious.

SHOE: REBEL… Pro Wrestling. REBEL… Pro Wrestling. We were REBELS, Bubba J, he’s a damn REBEL, Vincent Black, you know this tall son of a sock-wearing BITCH is a REBEL…

INFERNO: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! HAHAHAHAHA! THE REBEL — PRO WRESTLING! RIGHT HERE IN THIS VERY BUILDING WE MADE REBEL MOMENTS! WE MADE REBEL HISTORY! REBEL — HAHAHA — REBEL LEGENDS! REBEL PRO WRESTLING! REBEL PRO WRESTLING! And we come in here tonight be to be HONORED! AS THE SINGLE-GREATEST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS IN REBEL HISTORY! AS THE BLOODY ICONS — WE SO! RIGHTFULLY! ARE! HAHAHAHA! AND WE WALK IN, WE WALK IN — !

SHOE: And we see something on the goddamn marquee, we see everywhere, we see… “Robinson” Pro Wrestling.

The fans boo but seem to be taken aback by the direction the GAN are going in…

SHOE: Y’see sexy ninja superstar supporters… For half a year WE were the entire f’n show, we made things happen, we put ASSES IN THE SEATS because whether you cheered us, or you booed us, you knew you were getting getting the elite in all extreme pro wrestling, you knew you were getting EVERYTHING WE SOCKDAMN HAD. And we did it all for REBEL Pro Wrestling. For the REBEL World Tag Team Titles. NOT ROBINSON PRO BLAH BLAH WHO CARES. REBEL! REBEL PRO! REBEL! You loved us, you hated us, it didn’t matter because you CARED, because you knew that REBEL WAS GONNA FREAKIN’ RULE. And now… now you got some egomaniac running the joint, ruining the legacy. We ARE REBEL ICONS, and you better damn well believe it. Robinson Pro Wrestling? What a joke! You ain’t earned NOTHIN’, you ain’t ANYTHING if you’re a -Robinson- Pro champion.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHA. TONIGHT — TONIGHT — THE REBEL ALLIANCE FIGHTS FOR THE RIGHT TO REBEL RULES, FOR THE RIGHT — HAHAHAHA — TO CALL THIS THE “REBEL ARENA” — CHAD KURTIS! MATTHEW KURTIS! WE MAY HATE YOUR BLEEDIN’ GUTS —

SHOE: Oh, and we do!

INFERNO: But tonight, ONE NIGHT ONLY, THE GREAT ALASKAN NINJA — THE GREATEST REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPS OF ALL TIME — TRUE REBEL ICONS — WILL CHEER YOU ON! HAHA! REBEL PRO WILL LIVE! THE REBEL PRO WE BUILT WITH OUR BLOOD! SWEAT! TEARS! BILLY KRYENIK’S CHARRED FACE! WILL LIVE ON! IT WILL SURVIVE! REBEL WILL RULE! ROBINSON PRO…

WILL BURNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

SHOE: Tell ‘em, Inferno. When all is said and done, brother, tonight, tomorrow, and FOREVER, our legacy will live on… in REBEL PRO WRESTLING! And Pantheon, you know what you can do? You can do *NOTHING*.

INFERNO: HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAA!

AC/DC picks back up and the Extreme Elite hit all four corners of the ring. The crowd isn’t sure how they feel about Inferno & Shoe, but they respond to their white-hot fury, their unbridled passion, their sheer BELIEF in REBEL. PRO. WRESTLING.

And the chant rings out.

“REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!”

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall…..

‘The Lonely and Faded Away’ by Dax Johnson hits the PA and the Asian sensation emerges from the back.

ERIC EMERSON: Hailing from Japan and weighing in at 220 lbs….Kuraudo Shinzou!!!

Karudo enters the ring and gets a lukewarm reaction from the crowd.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent….

‘Slip It In’ by Black Flag blasts through the PA and the crowd pops for their favorite ex-porn star!

ERIC EMERSON: Hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!

Blue enters the ring, gives a wiggle to her fans and a wink to the young Asian man.

JON MCDANIEL: Last week Karudo was very impressive, but he’ll be tested this week!

COREY TAYLOR: If anyone should be tested it’s Blue!!

The referee calls for the bell and the match is official!

The two circle each other before locking up and Karudo quickly locks in a side head lock. Blue shoots him into the ropes but the Asian sensation drops her with a running shoulder tackle. Blue springs back up and Karudo hits the ropes. Leapfrog by Blue! Blue with a dropkick to Karudo on the rebound! Karudo quickly rolls to his feet and smiles at his opponent. Marina walks into a spinning back kick to the gut from Karudo. Double chop to the ample chest of Blue drops her to the mat. Karudo hits the ropes and drops a corkscrew elbow! Instead of going for a cover, Karudo goes to the near corner and climbs to the top. Marina is up and just barley sidesteps a missile dropkick! Karudo hits the mat hard and Blue quickly shoots the half and covers him!

1!

Karudo kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Blue trying to end this fast!

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe she’s having flashbacks from her ‘movie’ career?

Karudo is getting to his feet and takes a axe kick to the back of the head! Blue rolls out to the ring apron, waits for her foe to pull himself back to his feet and hits a springboard seated senton! Blue attempts a cover but Karudo kicks out before a count can even start. Undaunted, the ex porn starlet measures Karudo and drives him head first to the mat with an inverted hurricanrana! A chant of ‘Blue! Blue! Blue!’ erupts through the crowd and she smiles out at her fans. Blue heads to the turnbuckle, springs to the top and waits as a dazed Karudo drags himself to his feet. Blue takes flight and hits a flying bulldog! Marina hooks a leg as the referee counts!

1!

2!

Karudo kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Karudo is bringing much shame to his family!

JON MCDANIEL: Hush.

Blue drags Karudo to his feet and is shoved away. Sensei Strike (Jumping Roundhouse kick) from karudo almost takes the head off Blue! Karudo tries to shake the cobwebs clear as Blue struggles to get back to her feet. A high and tight side suplex from Karudo folds Blue up like an accordion! Blue rolls to a seated position and eats a shinning wizard from Karudo! The Asian star takes a moment to catch his breath and then reaches down to pull Blue to her feet. She’s hoisted up onto the shoulders of Karudo who attempts a GTS. Blue cracks him in the face with a pair of sharp elbows And Karduo releases his grip on her. She slips down behind him and shoves him into the ropes. Blue drops her head a second to early and takes a stiff kick to the chest! Blue staggers back but still manages to duck under a spinning roundhouse kick! Blue rolls him up from behind!

1!

2!

Karudo kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Blue almost stole that one!

Both scramble to their feet but it’s Karudo who lands the first hit by driving a knee into the gut of Blue. Karudo whips Blue into the far corner and charges in after her. Blue bails out of the way as Karudo lunges and the Asian superstar cracks his skull against the ringpost! Slowly Karudo pulls himself away from the corner and his face is covered in blood, a nasty gash can be seen on the top of his scalp. Tornado DDT from Blue who has no sympathy what so ever! She starts to go for a pin but the referee stops her and checks on Karudo.

JON MCDANIEL: What a cut on Karudos head! He very well could have a concussion or even fractured his skull when he hit that ringpost!

COREY TAYLOR: I’m sure the DDT didn’t help.

Blue is on the outside on the ring apron. Springboard 450 splash that just barley misses the referee! She hooks a leg and yells as the count starts!

1!

2!

3-No!

Somehow, someway Karudo gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: How the Hell did he kick out!?

Karudo rolls to his stomach and blood is streaming from his head leaving a crimson trail on the mat. Blue pulls Karudo up and drives him back down to the mat with a brainbuster!

1!

2!

3-NO!!!

Again Karudo kicks out!

COREY TAYLOR: Wow! He’s a tough little bastard!

JON MCDANIEL: Indeed he is but the referee might need to stop the match due to the obvious injury to Karudo!

Blue mounts Karudo and rains down several hard right hands that leave her looking like a victim from a horror movie. The referee tries to check on the injured star but Blue shoves him away as she locks in a figure four around the head of Karudo! A bloody Karudo immediately taps out!

JON MCDANIEL: It’s over! Thank God Karudo decided to tap, he looks to be seriously hurt!

COREY TAYLOR: Never deny the leg power of that tiny woman, she’s crushed many men between her thighs!

The referee calls for the bell and EMTS rush to the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: Winner of this match….Marina Blue!!!

Blue looks down at an unmoving Karudo, shrugs and leaves the ring as the medical staff attend to him.

JON MCDANIEL: Great showing from Karudo but that shot from the ringpost spelled the end of him.

COREY TAYLOR: Hang on, these aren’t my headphones! McDaniel, did YOU take them?

JON MCDANIEL: They’re both the same, Taylor. What makes you think I stole your headphones?

COREY TAYLOR: LIAR. Give them back.

JON MCDANIEL: Are you serious? Sigh. Okay fine.

COREY TAYLOR: …

JON MCDANIEL: …

COREY TAYLOR: There…

JON MCDANIEL: Is that better?

COREY TAYLOR: NO! IT’S THE SAME!

JON MCDANIEL: Like I said. They’re both the same.

“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana hits the PA and out to a solid jeer from the fans is Chris Casino. Casino takes his time getting to the ring, taking in the fans’ very positive reaction.

ERIC EMERSON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in tonight at two hundred twenty pounds… “THE FUTURE”! CHRIS! CASINO!

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: You know, Chris Casino is going to have to be on his highest guard tonight. If he loses, he will be forced out of the company forever!

COREY TAYLOR: It won’t happen! What would the world be like without Chris Casino?

JON MCDANIEL: I’m sure some people would think it would be a better place.

Casino finally makes it to the ring and stands in the middle smirking up at the curtain. After a moment, Casino’s music dies down. Then the lights dim and the entire arena turns green as “Go Go Gadget Gospel” by Gnarls Barkley hits the speakers!

ERIC EMERSON: And introducing his opponent! From the Spykecave! Weighing in at an approximate two hundred pounds! “The JADE GUARDIAN OF JUSTICE”! SPYKEMAN!!

COREY TAYLOR: Where? I don’t see him…

JON MCDANIEL: He’s a SUPERHERO, Taylor. What do all superheroes do?

A green spotlight shines on the rafters above the entrance curtain to reveal Spykeman! rappelling expertly down to the ring holding a superhero’s flying pose!

JON MCDANIEL: Make an entrance!

COREY TAYLOR: HOLY CRAP! SPYKEMAN! CAN FLY!

JON MCDANIEL: Sigh…

Spykeman! releases the cable and lands awkwardly in the ring, his cape over his head. He flings the cape off his head, and then strikes a pose – like it didn’t even happen! – as Chris Casino rolls his eyes, unamused. Referee Alec Wilcox kindly asks Spykeman! to remove his cape, which he does, before shaking Wilcox’s hand STIFFLY and giving the fans a nice superhero THUMBS UP! Wilcox shrugs him off, and then he gets into position and calls for the bell. This match is on!

JON MCDANIEL: Two totally different styles, two totally different backgrounds…

COREY TAYLOR: Two totally different PEOPLE, McDaniel!

JON MCDANIEL: It will be interesting to see how this transpires!

Spykeman! and Casino circle each other slowly, each man looking for an opening. Spykeman! circles, but then asks Casino for the same superhero hand shake! Casino slaps away his hand to the jeers from the crowd, and Spykeman! looks disappointed, almost angry, at Casino! Casino calls for a collar-and-elbow tie up, and before obliging, Spykeman! yells “So, you want it YOUR way, hmm? Very well, you dastardly devil! Have at thee!” They tie up, Casino quickly turning SSpykeman ! into a side headlock. Avoiding temporary damage to his superhero hair-doo, Spykeman! wriggles free and shoves Casino to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a STIFF forearm to the back of the head! Casino staggers forward and turns around in time to eat a SUPERHERO CLOTHESLINE, DUCKED BY CASINO! Casino runs to the ropes and hits Spykeman! with his own clothesline, DUCKED gracefully by Spykeman!. Another rebound, SPYKEMAN! WITH A HEEL KICK, NO Casino managed to duck that one JUST in time and takes down Spykeman! with a single-leg take-down! Casino gets beside Spykeman! and hits him with headlock punches to the boos of the crowd, AND to the warning of Alec Wilcox for using a closed fist! Casino shrugs him off and drags Spykeman! to his feet, by the hair, to another warning from Wilcox.

JON MCDANIEL: It looks like Casino is willing to do ANYTHING to win this match!

COREY TAYLOR: His career is on the line, McDaniel! What would YOU do?

Casino irish whips Spykeman! into the ropes – COUNTER BY SPYKEMAN!. SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY takes down Casino and Spykeman! is on his feet, striking a pose!, to the roaring approval of the fans! Spykeman! catches a rising Casino with a few STIFF martial arts-slash-break dancing kicks, and finishes him off with a SPINAROONIE that drives his heel into Casino’s jaw! Casino hits the mat, and Spykeman! is getting fired up! Spykeman! strikes a pose, and the fans are going BANANAS! B… A-N-A-N-A-S!

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! signaling for something here…

Casino slowly gets to his feet… Spykeman! sizes him up…

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!

NO Casino ducked it just in time! Casino with a go behind HERE COMES THE BANKRUPT… NO Spykeman! gets loose! Spykeman! runs to the ropes and hits Casino on the rebound–NO Casino with a BACK BODY DROP. Casino lifts Spykeman! to his feet, he hooks him! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER and Spykeman! is down! Casino goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two and a half by REBEL’s Resident Superhero!

JON MCDANIEL: OH a near fall by Casino there!

COREY TAYLOR: Now Casino is sizing up Spykeman!…

JON MCDANIEL: SUPERKICK–NO WAY! COUNTERED BY SPYKEMAN!!

Spykeman! counters Casino’s superkick with an impressive STO backbreaker, RIGHT INTO A NECKBREAKER!

JON MCDANIEL: That was a very impressive move in Spykeman!’s repertoire called “Brightest Day/Blackest Night”! And Casino is feeling the effects!

Indeed he is! Casino writhes on the mat while Spykeman! goes to the top rope! He waits there while Casino finds his feet…

OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!

SHOOTING STAR DROP KICK… CONNECTS! CASINO IS DOWN!

Spykeman! makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at two and a half by the resilient Casino! Spykeman! is not deterred, and he stands up, signaling the crowd with his favorite dramatic pose! He sizes up Casino, who is up to one knee!

SWEET CHRISTMAS!

Casino’s HEAD was taken off with the impact of that Shining Wizard! Spykeman! goes for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR– NO, CASINO KICKED OUT!

Spykeman! is surprised, but not discouraged! He thinks hard about his next move, all the while posing for the fans! Finally, Spykeman! rolls out of the ring, and puts his cape back on!

JON MCDANIEL: HE’S CALLING FOR IT! THIS MOVE COULD END THE MATCH RIGHT HERE!

COREY TAYLOR: What? WHAT? WHAT IS HE DOING? OMFG I’M SO CONFUSED!

Casino is still down! Spykeman! ascends the turnbuckle! He looks over the crowd dramatically with his hands on his hips, and then he takes flight!

YOU WILL BELIEVE A MAN CAN FLY!

DIVING HEADBUTT…

Missed.

SPYKEMAN! MISSED!

JON MCDANIEL: OH MY GOD, CASINO JUST ROLLED AWAY IN THE NICK OF TIME!

COREY TAYLOR: SPYKEMAN! GOT A MOUTH FULL OF CANVAS! GO, CASINO, GO!

JON MCDANIEL: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE UNBIASED!

COREY TAYLOR: I DON’T CARE! WHY CAN’T WE STOP SCREAMING?

Casino and Spykeman! are both down! Wilcox begins his ten count while both men struggle to find their feet!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Casino is using the turnbuckle to find his feet, Spykeman! is leaning on the bottom rope!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Casino is leaning on the turnbuckle heavily, now, while Spykeman! is up to one knee!

EIGHT!

NINE!

T–

Both men are up! This crowd has not sat down! Casino and Spykeman! lock up again! This time, Casino delivers a knee to Spykeman!’s gut and locks him in a stiff hammerlock! Spykeman! breaks free, but Casino takes down Spykeman! with a chop block, to the disapproval of the referee, and Casino slaps on a CROSSFACE variant that puts Spykeman! in pain! Spykeman! suffers only for a moment, as he is close enough to the ropes to secure a rope break! Casino is being forced to release him, but Casino is ignoring Wilcox! Casino puts extra pressure on the hold for the referee to count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

F–

Casino finally breaks the hold, laughing as the crowd boos him. The damage has been done to Spykeman!, who lies on the mat holding his neck in pain. Casino smirks as he drags Spykeman! to his feet, by the hair, and delivers a SICKENING European uppercut that staggers the superhero! Casino shoves Spykeman! into the corner, and mounts the middle turnbuckle!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVESIXSEVENEIGHTNINE! TEN! PUNCHES TO THE HEAD!

Alec Wilcox warns Casino to get Spykeman! out of the corner, and does so with a MONKEY FLIP! Spykeman! is under the bottom rope across the ring, and while Wilcox is checking on Spykeman!, Casino rips the protective padding off the turnbuckle! Casino smirks to the boos of the crowd, and yanks Spykeman! to his feet! Casino irish whips Spykeman! WITH AUTHORITY! into the exposed steel turnbuckle! Spykeman! arches his back in pain as Casino golf claps himself with a wicked sneer. Casino snapmares a rising Spykeman! and then locks on a sleeper hold! Spykeman! reaches for the ropes, but Casino yanks him back! Wilcox checks on Spykeman! but Spykeman! LOUDLY states “I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO THIS MADMAN! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU VILLAIN?!” Casino smirks, shaking his head, as he wrenches back on the hold! Spykeman! thumbs up to the crowd, and they start egging him on! Spykeman! feeds off the energy of the crowd, FORCING he and Casino to their feet! Casino, not having the leverage he wants, is forced to release the hold, and Spykeman! whips around!

Into an eye poke.

BOO from the crowd as Casino drop toe holds Spykeman! into the middle rope! Casino puts his knee RIGHT into Spykeman!’s spine and PULLS on the top rope for leverage, strangling the superhero! Wilcox doesn’t even warn Casino, and starts his count IMMEDIATELY!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI—

Casino releases the hold and laughs off the crowd.

JON MCDANIEL: Casino was about a quarter-second away from being disqualified!

COREY TAYLOR: But Spykeman! is feeling the hurt regardless! Casino will win soon, McDaniel, you’ll see!

Spykeman! is still on the middle rope, trying to catch his breath. Casino hits the opposite ropes and uses his momentum to SLAM Spykeman! into that middle rope with ALL of his weight! Casino laughs at the crowd as he drags Spykeman! to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

And a KICKOUT by Spykeman! at two! Casino lifts Spykeman! and hooks him for a BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX… CONNECTS! CASINO WITH ANOTHER COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

KICKOUT by Spykeman! at two and three quarters! Casino holds up three fingers to the ref, but the ref holds two fingers up to Casino. Casino shrugs him off and hauls Spykeman! to his feet. Spykeman! with a counter, elbows Casino in the gut! Casino hits Spykeman! with a forearm to the back of the head and hooks him for a BACK DROP… SPYKEMAN! LANDS ON HIS FEET! Casino thinks he had him! He can’t see Spykeman! sizing him up!

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME…

CONNECTS!

JON MCDANIEL: THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOO!

CASINO’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

ERIC EMERSON: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, here is your WINNER! “The Jade Guardian of Justice”… SPYKEMAN!!

Casino is down holding his head. Spykeman! rolls out of the ring raising his arms to the fans, who cheer him on!

JON MCDANIEL: What a match! Against all odds, Spykeman! comes out on top! And that means…

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is out of Robinson Pro… *sobs*

Spykeman! is heading up the entrance ramp, while Casino is being helped to his feet.

WAIT. WHAT’S THIS?

THE FALCON! FROM UNDER THE RING! WITH A STEEL CHAIR!

The Falcon slides into the ring as Casino is finally helped up by the referee!

CLANG goes the chair across the head of Casino! Casino goes down in a heap as the crowd BOOS the coming of the World Champion! The Falcon merely laughs them off as he drops the chair, yanking Casino to his feet! He SHOVES Casino’s head under his arm! HOOKS THE LEG!

NOT LIKE THIS!

WING CLIPPER! ON TOP OF THE CHAIR!

JON MCDANIEL: This is just… not fair! Casino just wrestled a VERY hard fought match!

COREY TAYLOR: YEAH, YOU DICK! SHOW SOME RESPECT!

Casino slumps over the mangled chair as the Falcon sits, laughing. He claps three times mockingly at the injured Casino and rolls to his feet, basking in the crowd’s boos. The Falcon calls for a microphone from the timekeeper, who tosses one into the ring. The Falcon gets right in Casino’s face, microphone to his lips.

THE FALCON: I know you can hear me, Chris. Listen carefully. You were STUPID to think that it was over. You were STUPID to think that you’d won.

The fans boo, but the Falcon talks over them, completely ignoring them. It’s obvious he only came for Casino. The Falcon holds up one finger.

THE FALCON: One more match, Chris. One more. But this time, there will be nowhere for you to hide. And no one will be able to help you. Because we will be surrounded by fifteen feet of an enclosed steel cage.

The fans actually cheer this turn of events. The Falcon continues to ignore them.

THE FALCON: And just to make sure you don’t refuse, Chris? I’m gonna put my World Title on the line.

The fans cheer LOUDLY.

THE FALCON: I’ll see you in the new year, Chris. When you’ve had time to–

SPYKEMAN! hits the ring at top speed and NAILS the Falcon with a kick to the face! The Falcon rolls out of the ring, holding his face, while Spykeman! takes a defensive pose over the downed Casino! The Falcon fumes on the outside, looking like he wants to fight, but several EMTs and arena security have come down to assist Casino. With a twitch of the upper lip, the Falcon turns and hops the guard rail, escaping through the crowd!

COREY TAYLOR: Why would Spykeman! help Casino, McDaniel?

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! is first and foremost a SUPERHERO, Taylor! He couldn’t just stand by and watch while the Falcon laid waste to an injured man! WHOEVER that man is! But it looks like Casino will get ONE MORE MATCH here in RPW! And it will be the Falcon’s FIRST World Heavyweight Title defense! And that’s IF the Falcon is still the champion in the new year!

Security and EMTs enter the ring to assist Casino, but Casino waves them off and stands on his own power, glaring off in the direction that the Falcon ran off to. The Falcon stands in the crowd at the entrance to the arena, glaring back at Casino with an angry smirk, raising his world title high.

- Commercial Break –

Larry Gordon is standing in the ring, a gold steel chair plaque held in his grasp.

“The next inductee to the 2010 Class of Rebel Icons…”

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins cues up and the fans immediately know who the newest REBEL Icon is: it’s MIKEY MASSACRE! As he steps through the curtain, they immediately recognize that it isn’t the guy they loved when he was a huge fan favorite, it is the evil bearded bastard they said good riddance to almost a year ago… MICHAEL MASSACRE! He glares out at the fans, some of whom cheer him anyhow out of respect for his REBEL Pro career. He steps through the ring ropes and takes the microphone. He seems surprised to hear any cheers at all.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I can’t believe any of you are still cheering me. Did you forget the hell that I raised here? Did you forget how I ended the career of Nick Everhardt? How Zeke, Vinny Black and I made that Robinson prick look like a god damn angel? How I came so very close to ending this company? Do you that quickly forget?

Even more fans are cheering now. They are just excited to see the guy back in a REBEL Pro ring after almost a year absence.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: Are you serious? You would cheer ME? ME?!?

The cheers continue. Michael looks affected.

MICHAEL MASSACRE: God damn, you hillbillies… I hate to admit it: but I (BLEEP) missed you too!

POP!

MICHAEL MASSACRE: I ain’t too proud to admit it… I failed to revolutionize professional wrestling. Everything I did to manipulate things to make this company fold, to make the whole sport collapse unto itself… I FAILED! I (BLEEP) FAILED! And you know why? You know why? It’s just occurring to me now. And I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I can’t believe I’m going to say this.

But you… all of you… you were RIGHT!

POP!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As much as this sport has shortened my life, as much as it will leave me a bitter, poor, family-less old man… I (BLEEP) loved it. And I… I…

Mikey looks emotional as he tries to finish his statement.

MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I regret that I left here on such bitter terms. I regret that I tried to end this place. You know what? I hate that Robinson prick and I hope all this new blood can kick him the (BLEEP) outta Dodge!

MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY! MIKEY!

MIKEY MASSACRE: My time has past. Let the rumors end. My career is over. But for the rest of my life… count me as a FAN OF REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

“All Right Now” by Free, Mikey’s old music, cues up and Mikey takes his prize out of the ring, slapping as many hands as he can, singing along with the music. He slowly makes his way up the aisle, waving one more time.

JON MCDANIEL: Fans we are back and this match is set to get underway!

COREY TAYLOR: Say good-bye to your favorite Rebel Pro stars fans as the losers are set to go home!

DING DING

Chad Kurtis and The Phoenix circle each other in the squared circle, both having started this for their respective teams and for the fued as well. Chad nods at Phoenix who just stares back.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad scared about starting against the more experienced, more talented, better known Phoenix here.

Collar and elbow.

WAIT!

Phoenix tags out to Dragon who hops the top rope and into the ring, smirking at Chad before the two begin to circle. McNasty steps into the ring, the referee Alec Wilcox trying to force him back out when McNasty turns and knocks the blocks off Alec’s building sending him tumbling down onto the canvas. McNasty turns to the Rebel Pro group and nods. Matthew, The Freak, and Johnny Maverick step into the ring and The Pantheon quickly step in to even up the odds as…

HUGE CHEER!

From the back comes Head Rebel Pro Referee Alan Stone! Phoenix with a right hand towards McNasty but Mark grabs the wrist flipping Phoenix over onto his back. Chad with a front kick catches Dragon by surprise sending him back up against the ropes as The Freak and Maverick double team Scottie Snow in the corner with alternating stinging chops to his quickly reddening chest. Big Matthew has big Moke in a corner where both men are exchanging right fists that would cause any normal sized man to tremble in their boots in fear and huge amounts of pain. Moke with an eye gouge takes Matthew off his game then he follows it up with a big boot nailing him right in the midsection. Moke with a grunt of effort lifts Matthew up and drops hiim over the top rope to the outside and subsequently evens up the odds in the ring as Jacob Venar has yet to make an appearance here in this match. Matthew lands ackwardly on his left leg, buckling under his weight. Moke turns to find the double team and heads right after Johnny Maverick. Johnny leaps up into the air catching the big man with a dropkick right to his face that sends him stumbling backwards against the ropes where Matthew pulls down the top rope and Moke tumbles backwards to the outside. Matthew with a big right hand sends Moke up against the announce table.

“Move!”

Matthew ducks out of the way as The Freak dives from the top rope to scissor his legs in the air, crashing on top of Moke and sending them both through the table!

“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

Freak gets up from the wreckage, smiling as he seems to have found the fix to his addiction, he smiles all around before bending down to flick the nearly unconscious Moke off with a double finger salute. Back inside the ring Johnny Maverick has Snow up on the top turnbuckle with both men throwing stiff right and lefts fists, but Maverick mixes in a few stiff elbow shots for good measure. Johnny hooks Snow’s head up under his arm before shoving him backwards and bringing him down onto the concrete floor with a super tornado DDT!

‘REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

JON MCDANIEL: My gawd these Rebel Coalition wrestlers are putting their bodies on the line for their beliefs!

COREY TAYLOR: Too bad it’ll not be enough.

The Dragon has Chad Kurtis in a belly to back suplex position delivering elbow after elbow to his kidneys to weaken him down. Chad fires with a kick into Dragon’s inner thigh before spinning around and flipping over Dragon’s neck and taking Dragon down with a short bulldog. Chad up and off the ropes with a springboard leg drop and subsequent Chad showboating before lifting Dragon up to a vertical base. Chad backs Dragon into the corner, Irish whip sends him running past McNasty and Phoenix to slam into the opposite corner. Chad slaps his chest, running and flipping to a handstand then slamming the point of his elbow into Dragon’s face causing the former Tag Team champion to stumble out of the corner. Chad springing off the ropes with a bulldog takes Dragon back down to the canvas. McNasty with a side headlock on Phoenix, but Rob shoves him into the ropes violently and the hold is broken. Rob with a clothesline that Mark ducks under expertly having scouted Robinson in many numerous other matches. McNasty bounces off the other ropes with a flying elbow to the face, but Rob ducks under this into an armbar submission near the ropes. McNasty gets in the ropes, but no holds are to be broken in this match as it is contested under Rebel Pro rules! McNasty grabs the second rope, doing his best to gain leverage and break the hold that way. It works, but Rob actually drops the hold in favor of pulling McNasty up delivering knee strikes to his midsection. Mark shoves Phoenix into the corner, following with a leg lariat that sends Phoenix over the top rope to the outside. McNasty wastes no time in launching himself over the top rope and connecting with a plancha on Rob on the outside.

JON MCDANIEL: The action is everywhere!

COREY TAYLOR: Much less sophisticated than a Robinson Pro match, the barbarians.

Dragon is fighting back to one knee, slamming an elbow into Chad’s ribs before lifting him up onto his shoulders dropping him left side first onto his extended knee. On the outside of the ring Matthew has Moke up against the ring post delivering stiff forearm shots to his chest but the big man… that being Moke, ducks out of the way and Matthew forearms the ringpost with all of his force behind the blow.

COREY TAYLOR: That was dumb, why is Matthew trying to punch the ringpost?

JON MCDANIEL: Moke moved because believe me Matthew wouldn’t try to beat up steel.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, all of that Kurtis inbreeding may have finally caught up to them.

Matthew holds his right hand, Moke takes him down with a big boot to the face. Freak comes flying from the railing right into Moke’s grasp. Giving out a yell that sounds strangely like “Cowabunga!” Moke drops Freak face first onto the ring apron. Moke with a right kick sends Freak stumbling back from the big man, but the wrestler who is acting strangely like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle follows him ninjaly. Moke with a leap into the air with a roundhouse Turtle kick catches Freak in the temple spinning the much smaller man down to the ground.

“Moke Power!”

Moke charges in with a lifted knee, slamming it right into Freak’s face against the railing. Johnny and Scottie are just beginning to stir from their super Tornado DDT from earlier and Johnny looks over to Alan Stone.

ALAN STONE: Are you alright?

Johnny points to his head.

JOHNNY: Am I breathing?

Alan nods.

JOHNNY: Then I’m alright.

Johnny, true to his word, shoves himself up as he goes and tries to help The Freak. Snow trips him up, causing Johnny to fall face first onto the concrete. Snow leaps up to the railing springing back with a flip to land crossways on Johnny and pound elbows into the back of Maverick’s head.

COREY TAYLOR: Did you know that the Mavericks are rivaling the Kurtis family for most brothers and family members in wrestling?

JON MCDANIEL: Just call the match.

COREY TAYLOR: By last count there are one hundred and thirty-seven Kurtis Family Wrestlers and only one hundred and thirty-two Mavericks.

Snow pulls Maverick’s face up, pounding away with rights and lefts into his face, throwing the point of his elbow into Maverick’s mouth for good measure. Johnny’s eyes seem to clear just a bit as Snow pounds away with stiff shots and he begins shoving up to his feet for a comeback. Snow gulps then kicks Johnny right in the crotch.

JON MCDANIEL: I… I… I think that is the first time Scottie Snow has ever delivered a low blow.

COREY TAYLOR: What low blow, I saw no stinking low blow.

Johnny, while not seeing it, definitely felt it as he holds his balls on his knees. Snow runs away before spinning to run back with a shining wizard taking Maverick down to the canvas. Snow runs over to where McNasty is pounding Rob’s face into the railing.

SNOW: I did it Rob.

McNasty, paying no attention to Snow continues with his face smashing of Robinson.

ROBINSON(muffled and punctuated by McNasty’s face pounding): Little busy here Scottie, how about joining the fight.

Snow waits a second before the light clicks.

SNOW: Oh yeah.

Snow shoves a fan off their chair, folding it up expertly as though he’s done this a thousand times. Snow swings connecting solidly with Mark’s skull sending McNasty over into the railing corner. Phoenix shoves himself off the railing, looking at Scottie Snow with awe and wonder in his eyes.

PHOENIX: About damn time.

Snow pulls the chair back up over his head, The Phoenix dives out of the way begging off, but Snow nails McNasty with a second chair shot sending him back to a seated position. Snow then goes on a rampage… no pun intended as he begins to stomp the perverbial mudhole in McNasty’s ass. Snow is stomping away on McNasty and Phoenix joins him in the mudhole stomping. Here comes Johnny Maverick yanking Phoenix out of the way nailing him with a spinning elbow to the masked face. Phoenix spins away holding at his

cheek, but Maverick jumps up kicking Phoenix right in the face flipping him backwards over the railing. Johnny leaps over following him into the crowd who part out of the way to give them room to fight. Johnny pulls a bottle of beer from a fan’s hand, takes a swig, and nails Rob over the head with it and it actually cuts his mask the smallest bit. Johnny presses his advantage with kick after kick and punch after punch until they are up at the top of the seating.

JON MCDANIEL: Look at Johnny go!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn cheater!

Robinson turns the tides sweeping Maverick’s legs out from under him sending him face first onto the floor. Phoenix grabs the busted beer bottle, bringing it down on Johnny’s chest to slice him open and draw first blood here in this match. Phoenix pulls Maverick up, DDT onto the bottle shattering it into a hundred fragments. Phoenix grabs the steel chair slamming it into Johnny’s head and shoving him backwards into the wall. A trickle of blood runs into Johnny’s mouth and he comes to life. Phoenix throws a haymaker, blocked. Phoenix with a midsection kick, blocked. Johnny yells out to the crowd and to the heavens above… right from Johnny! Right from Johnny! Left from Johnny! Kick, right, left, right, left, kick, left, left, slap, chop, headbutt!

ELBOW SMASH TO THE FACE!

JON MCDANIEL: Phoenix goes down!

No he doesn’t! Johnny catches him, throwing him up onto his shoulders, running powerslam!

COREY TAYLOR: That kid is on steroids!

Maverick begins to head back down to the ringside area, but Phoenix manages to trip him up sending him face first into the seat of a steel chair, possibly knocking him out. Dragon pulls Chad back up to his feet, Irish whip into the ropes. Chad comes back ducking under the clothesline, then leap frogging the doubled over Dragon. Chad bounces back off the ropes again landing a kick right to Dragon’s face rolling him over onto his back. Chad hits the ropes quickly with a springboard moonsault before pulling his shoulder up and slamming fists and elbows into Dragon’s face to try and take him out of this match. Chad lifts Dragon up, going for a vertical suplex but Dragon counters with a fall behind into an inverted DDT. But wait Chad counters by spinning in the grip of The Dragon to deliver a Northern Lights Suplex! Chad rolls over pulling Dragon up to a seated position locking on a sleeper hold to weaken his opponent. On the outside Freak is digging under the ring for some weapons, such as…

“TABLES! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!”

Freak unfolds one leg then the other setting up one table before he and Matthew roll Moke up onto his back, on the table. Freak hurriedly dives back under the ring…

“LADDERS! AND TABLES! LADDERS AND TABLES! LADDERS AND TABLES! LADDERS AND TABLES!”

Freak sets the ladder up, climbing to the top with a smile of anticipation on his face. Freak dives without hesitation, going right through the table and sending Matthew crashing through to the floor!

JON MCDANIEL: Moke movs and pulls Matthew onto the table!

COREY TAYLOR: The dumb sideshow act never looked before he dove or else he would have seen!

Moke lifts Freak out of the wreckage, tossing him into the set up ladder that sways on its legs before falling to prop itself on the railing. Moke dives with a body splash squashing Freak between himself and the metal ladder. The crowd grows silent now as The Pantheon are securely in charge of the match. At the back of the crowd Phoenix slams Johnny’s head in between the door frame and the door before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and locking him onto a pipe. Phoenix comes down to ringside as Johnny is going to be forced to watch from his vantage point at the back of the crowd. Phoenix is walking with a swagger, having successfully gotten rid of Chris Casino and having this match firmly in hand. Phoenix hops the railing and over to where Scottie Snow is exchanging rights and lefts with McNasty. Phoenix calmly drops to his knees, lifting his doubled fist into McNasty’s junk stopping Mark short.

JON MCDANIEL: That isn’t going to feel good, now or in the morning; what a low blow.

COREY TAYLOR: Where do you keep seeing these low blows?

Phoenix whispers something into Snow’s ears and the all time lackiest lacky begins to dig under the ring for plunder. Phoenix talks smack to McNasty before kicking him in the face as hard as he can and all McNasty can do is hold himself and wish the pain away quickly. Snow pulls out a table and a spool of barbed wire from under the ring and begins to wrap it around the table. Phoenix pulls out a ladder from the ring and sets it up right beside the table and calmly rolls the still junk holding McNasty onto the table before Phoenix orders Snow up the ladder. Snow gulps but Robinson changes his mind deciding to go up and end McNasty himself. Snow holds onto McNasty as Rob leaps from the top of the ladder.

COREY TAYLOR: The Ashes! From the top of the ladder!

JON MCDANIEL: McNasty may be done, but the pin cannot take place outside the ring!

Inside the ring Chad still has the sleeper locked in tight as he watches Freak accidentally go through Matthew on the outside. Chad drops the sleeper, allowing Dragon to fall to the side out cold. Chad leaps up to the top turnbuckle, diving out with a cross body for Moke! Moke catches “The Show” and sends him crashing on top of Freak, on the ladder. Moke shuts the ladder on both men before opening it back up and shutting it again, again, and again. The crowd is so hushed that when they begin to boo it shocks the ear drum.

COREY TAYLOR: What are these two teeth wonders booing about?!

JON MCDANIEL: The fact that they love Rebel Pro, its action, and they want it back.

COREY TAYLOR: But the action in Robinson Pro is so pure.

JON MCDANIEL: True, but it isn’t what they’ve grown to love, it isn’t what started here, and they just want their pride and joy back.

Moke places both Freak and Chad’s head in between the legs of the ladder… and promptly suts it with all the force he can muster. On the other side of the ring Phoenix smiles as he rolls McNasty into the ring where he covers him center ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE…

Johnny Maverick pulls Phoenix off the pin delivering a kick right to his masked face that rolls him over onto his back. Here comes The Dragon to his boss and friend’s rescue. Johnny with a standing dropkick sends Dragon tumbling over the top rope to the outside. Snow enters the ring, but Johnny nails the ABM and Snow’s body might as well have been murdered cause it ain’t moving. Johnny rolls up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: YES!

Jacob Venar nails Johnny in the back of his skull with the Robinson Pro World Title belt! Johnny goes down in a heap and Jacob pulls Johnny up to his feet, shoving the belt into his face…

CLIP! YOUR! WINGS!

COREY TAYLOR: And Maverick is out, he is freaking out! And Robinson Pro is going to continue!

Jacob lays the belt in his grasp, holding it over Johnny’s bloody face, even though his eyes are closed, Jacob is taunting Maverick with the belt he says he’ll never have. Jacob looks around and steps back through the ropes, heading to the back as Robinson begins yelling at him from the ring. Jacob pays no attention as he just glares at Robinson before kissing his World Title and smirking… walks back through the curtain. Robinson, not one to let something good go by, covers Maverick.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

Johnny manages to get a shoulder up, Robinson took too much time in making the cover. Freak with a low blow gets Moke off of him shoving him backwards into the railing. Freak leaps up to the apron to help out Johnny as Robinson and Snow begin to double team him in the center of the ring. Snow leaps over Johnny after rebounding off the ropes right into a hurricanrana toss out of the ring by The Freak. Freak lands back inside the ring, coming face to face with Rob Robinson. Collar and elbow, Robinson drops down to one knee, knocking Freak’s junk as hard as he can in the process then rolling the surprised Freak up.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

COREY TAYLOR: What is he doing?!

Casino pushes Robinson’s ass over, allowing Freak to be on top of the roll and Robinson’s shoulders on the canvas. Casino holds the ankles of Rob.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

The fans jump to their feet, the roof nearly blowing off the building!

COREY TAYLOR: NO!

JON MCDANIEL: Rebel Pro is back!

Robinson releases the pin, glaring daggers at Chris Casino, who by all rights should have been banned from the building after his match moments earlier. Casino waves a hand at Robinson. Casino may have been fired, but he just lost Phoenix Robinson Pro.

JON MCDANIEL: What a class act.

COREY TAYLOR: What a cheat! What a crook!

JON MCDANIEL: Well fans, for the last time for me, I’m Jon McDaniel and this is Corey Taylor, so long and good night.

The image fades with Robinson just staring daggers at Chris Casino as the fans jump up for joy and all of the Rebel Coalition stand up knowing that Rebel Pro is back!