Intro

The slow electric guitar riff of Penance’s “Misgivings” begins to play, slowly picking up speed, but not too much speed.

A turkey dressed in a leather jacket turns his head from side to side.

~Out of the blackness
Comes the saving light~

“Gobble, gobble”

~Lifts me on wings
To a dizzying height~

As the screne slides into two different shots.

~I can’t believe it
I know I need it~

Shot one is on your left and features Rupurt the Kangaroo standing there in camo with a nicotene patch on his hairy arm(can’t let the smoke warn the animals); he’s holding a crossbow in his right paw.

~Revel in feelings
Of borrowed time ~

Shot 2 is that of the turkey lifting his head up, he notices something as he once again turns his head from side to side.

~Taking for granted
The things I thought were mine~

The shot on the left is now of the kangaroo and Jeremy Gold, who is whimpering like usual and this is the sound that the turkey has heard.

~Time is coming near
The day that I fear ~

Shot 2 shows the turkey taking one step.

~It’s just a matter of time ~

Rupurt pulls back on the trigger in shot 1.

~You give me feelings
I can’t replace ~

The arrow flies from shot 1 and as the two shots merge into one scene on the Rebeltron; the arrow flies through the turkey’s neck, trailing barbed wire which is attached to a sign.

~Inevitable way
Darkness has it’s day
Like a child to the grave
My future is paved ~

The sign reads…

~All I can do is wait… ~

“Rebel Pro… Fuck Yeah!”

-Aggression Title
Johnny Maverick(C) vs Finale

This was a very good display of Johnny’s talent and drive as he went after Finale with hardcore tactics and technical wrestling technique. However Finale hit a few moves where he was able to put Johnny on his heels, but Maverick was able to counter with some of his MMA training and used some martial arts techniques to quickly get the advantage back on his side. Finale went for his finisher, but after a vicious nearly neckbreaking kick to his chin, Johnny hit the ABM for a pin and the retain of his Aggression Championship.

Winner: Johnny Maverick 12:19

Guess Who’s Back…. Back Again….

The lights go out as we hear the bagpipe intro to “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle followed by “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing over the P.A. system as the REBEL Pro faithful rise to their feet and cheer loudly upon hearing that familiar music. We then see J.T. Whiplash wearing a “Tennessee Moonshine: Smooth But VOLatile” T-Shirt and trucker hat with beat-up acid wash blue jeans and Timberland work-boots with a neck brace and a bit of a sad smile on his face. He points to the fans and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd before walking to the ring, shaking hands with the fans as he steps inside the ring with a sad expression on his face.

Larry Gordon: It’s certainly great to see J.T. Whiplash back in a REBEL Pro ring, but you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time the fans will ever see him live in a REBEL Pro ring if the rumors are true…

Linzi Martin: There’s NO WAY J.T. Whiplash will ever retire… not like this! Whiplash lives, eats, sleeps, and breathes REBEL Pro. The man is the embodiment of this company, I just can’t imagine Whiplash walking away like this…

J.T. steps in the ring with the microphone and motions for the music to go off as he starts to lift the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”. Whiplash looks sadly at the fans trying to put on a brave front.

J.T. Whiplash: Welp, I reckon y’all have heard th’ rumor-mill a-spinnin’ ’bout my future here… so I’m a-gonna git down to th’ heart of th’ matter… a few months back, I got dropped on my head an’ cracked a vertabra and herniated two discs in my neck…

J.T. pauses to collect his thoughts.

J.T. Whiplash: Th’ doctors… are a-tellin’ me that if I git dropped on my head one more time… I could be a cripple or even be six feet under…

The fans get very quiet upon hearing this as Whiplash looks very distressed by what he’s about to say.

J.T. Whiplash: My family’s a-tellin’ me to hang up th’ boots… management’s a-tellin’ me that I don’t need to do this no more, that I’ve proved all I hafta prove… hell, even Bailey’s a-beggin’ me not to ‘rassle no more… I gotta admit, I’m a-gittin’ up there in years an’ maybe I’ve stayed too long… maybe I won’t ever be th’ same in th’ ring after this… I’ve had th’ weight of th’ world on my shoulders canadian pharmacy and viagra thankin’ ’bout this… do I hang up th’ boots an’ go into a backstage role here? Or do I keep a-rasslin’ cuz’ this… this is all I know. I’ve been a-doin’ some serious soul-searchin’ an’ been prayin’ to th’ Lord Almighty ’bout what I should do… that’s why at th’ end of th’ day… I-

Just then, “Badass” by Saliva begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz with anticipation upon what is about to happen. Bubba J steps from the back, a microphone already in his hand.

Bubba J: 5mg cialis daily use Ya wann know something JT…

JT looks on, the crowd looks on, and Bubba J waits.

Bubba J: I don’t believe a piece of that smelly shit that you are spewing.

The crowd is shocked, they figured these two men to get along fairly well.

Bubba J: You come in, you leave, you come back with an excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse.

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: I could go on and on and on a bit more but just like your career, your promos, your love interests… its the same old shit… and same old broken down c arcass every. single. time.

Bubba J spins around, indicating the entire fan base.

Bubba J: You(pokes JT in the chest) claim to love these people. You then leave them when they give you support. You were going to be invited into the Extreme Elite by both Vincent and myself. You have this crowd eating out of the palm of your hand… and then you claim to have been dropped on your head and cracked a verterbrae…

He spits on JT Whiplash.

Bubba J: I wrestled with a damned concussion, I fought against Simon Kalis with a concussion. I’ve got a piece of my ear that has yet to be found in that damned junkyard. I’ve bled buckets, poured tears of pain down my face, lost teeth, lost pounds, lost flesh, lost skin, lost brain cells to this company… and yet I was forced to leave because of my attitude. I didn’t leave on my own accord.

He scoffs.

Bubba J: And after my year and a half suspension, I came back JT. I was waiting on that day when I could return. I was waiting on the day to compete here… while you wait on an excuse to leave. Frankly Pops.

Another poke in the chest.

Bubba J: I’m good(poke) and(poke) damned(poke) tired(poke) of(poke) it(shove).

Alrighty Brody, here is my contribution. I didn’t do a whole lot, but here it is.

The lights go out as we hear the bagpipe intro to “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle followed by “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing over the P.A. system as the REBEL Pro faithful rise to their feet and cheer loudly upon hearing that familiar music. We then see J.T. Whiplash wearing a “Tennessee Moonshine: Smooth But VOLatile” T-Shirt and trucker hat with beat-up acid wash blue jeans and Timberland work-boots with a neck brace and a bit of a sad smile on his face. He points to the fans and gives a thumbs-up to the crowd before walking to the ring, shaking hands with the fans as he steps inside the ring with a sad expression on his face.

Larry Gordon: It’s certainly great to see J.T. Whiplash back in a REBEL Pro ring, but you can’t help but wonder if this is the last time the fans will ever see him live in a REBEL Pro ring if the rumors are true…

Linzi Martin: There’s NO WAY J.T. Whiplash will ever retire… not like this! Whiplash lives, eats, sleeps, and breathes REBEL Pro. The man is the embodiment of this company, I just can’t imagine Whiplash walking away like this…

J.T. steps in the ring with the microphone and motions for the music to go off as he starts to lift the microphone to his mouth as the fans chant “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”. Whiplash looks sadly at the fans trying to put on a brave front.

J.T. Whiplash: Welp, I reckon y’all have heard th’ rumor-mill a-spinnin’ ’bout my future here… so I’m a-gonna git down to th’ heart of th’ matter… a few months back, I got dropped on my head an’ cracked a vertabra and herniated two discs in my neck…

J.T. pauses to collect his thoughts.

J.T. Whiplash: Th’ doctors… are a-tellin’ me that if I git dropped on my head one more time… I could be a cripple or even be six feet under…

The fans get very quiet upon hearing this as Whiplash looks very distressed by what he’s about to say.

J.T. Whiplash: My family’s a-tellin’ me to hang up th’ boots… management’s a-tellin’ me that I don’t need to do this no more, that I’ve proved all I hafta prove… hell, even Bailey’s a-beggin’ me not to ‘rassle no more… I gotta admit, I’m a-gittin’ up there in years an’ maybe I’ve stayed too long… maybe I won’t ever be th’ same in th’ ring after this… I’ve had th’ weight of th’ world on my shoulders thankin’ ’bout this… do I hang up th’ boots an’ go into a backstage role here? Or do I keep a-rasslin’ cuz’ this… this is all I know. I’ve been a-doin’ some serious soul-searchin’ an’ been prayin’ to th’ cialis and nasal congestion Lord Almighty ’bout what I should do… that’s why at th’ end of th’ day… I-

Just then, “Badass” by Saliva begins to play over the P.A. system as the fans buzz with anticipation upon what is about to happen. Bubba J steps from the back, a microphone already in his hand.

Bubba J: Ya wann know something JT…

JT looks on, the crowd looks on, and Bubba J waits.

Bubba J: I don’t believe a piece of that smelly shit that you are spewing.

The crowd is shocked, they figured these two men to get along fairly well.

Bubba J: You come in, you leave, you come back with an excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse. You leave, you come back, you’ve got a different excuse.

Bubba J shrugs.

Bubba J: I could go on and on and on a bit more but just like your career, your promos, your love interests… its the same old shit… and same old broken down c arcass every. single. time.

Bubba J spins around, indicating the entire fan base.

Bubba J: You(pokes JT in the chest) claim to love these people. You then leave them when they give you support. You were going to be invited into the Extreme Elite by both Vincent and myself. You have this crowd eating out of the palm of your hand… and then you claim to have been dropped on your head and cracked a verterbrae…

He spits on JT Whiplash.

Bubba J: I wrestled with a damned concussion, I fought against Simon Kalis with a concussion. I’ve got a piece of my ear that has yet to be found in that damned junkyard. I’ve bled buckets, poured tears of pain down my face, lost teeth, lost pounds, lost flesh, lost skin, lost brain cells to this company… and yet I was forced to leave because of my attitude. I didn’t leave on my own accord.

He scoffs.

Bubba J: And after my year and a half suspension, I came back JT. I was waiting on that day when I could return. I was waiting on the day to compete here… while you wait on an excuse to leave. Frankly Pops.

Another poke in the chest.

Bubba J: I’m good(poke) and(poke) damned(poke) tired(poke) of(poke) it(shove).

J.T.’s eyes get really big and angry as he pie-faces Bubba J before charging over toward him and tackling him, injured neck be damned, with both men exchanging a flurry of fists at each other. Quickly, 12 security officers step in to attempt to break up the fracas.

Larry Gordon: OH MY GOD… I… I can’t believe what I’m seeing! I always thought these two got along!

Linzi Martin: And look at J.T. go! I don’t think he gives a damn at this point if he ends up in a wheelchair or even dead!

Larry Gordon: Fans, we’ll get to the bottom of this in the coming weeks, but right now, we’ve got to get these two separated before they kill each other!

General Manager Match
Justin Case vs Simon Kalis

These two men locked up in what promised to be one hellacious match, Case wanting Gordon back in a General Manager role, Simon just wanting to beat the hell out of Case to prevent that. It isn’t that Kalis and Gordon don’t get along, its just that Kalis has been pissed off by Justin’s antics over the past several months. Case with a side headlock, but Kalis with a set of brass knucks to the ribs, kidneys, and back to the ribs breaks the hold. Simon with a hip toss sends Case out of the ring and to the floor, near Hugh, but Simon leaps off the top rope taking Case out before he can get back into the ring. Case’s head slammed heavily into the ring barrier, but he was aware enough to exchange fists with Simon on the outside as they were both up against the railing. Simon whipped him forward into the apron, but Case showed a bit of atheleticism by springing back over Kalis and the dropkick sent Simon’s face into the ringpost with a resounding thunk. Simon spun around but Case sent another dropkick into his face that caused the back of his skull to make hard contact with the ringpost. Case with a bulldog tried to ram Simon’s head into the railing, but Simon was able to counter with an atomic drop, sending each of Justin’s legs on opposite sides of the railing. Simon with a chair swing smashed and dented the chair on the back of Case’s skull, toppling him over into the crowd. The crowd scattered, but Kalis wasn’t fast enough as Case shoved a broken bottle into Simon’s gut, dragging it from side to side and releasing a torrent of blood and tons of pain. Justin pressed his advantage by actually ripping Simon’s fake eye out and tossing it to a fan, but it landed in the fan’s beer instead; only to be sold on Ebay later that night. Simon reached out, pulling at Justin’s nose, but Case instead kicked him in the right knee sending him through the door with an Irish whip. Case followed through, carrying the broken bottle, but Simon was able to mulekick the door right into Justin’s face. The door smashed into Justin’s nose, busting and possibly breaking it before he fell backwards down the steps for about five feet. Justin gathered himself and slowly headed back up the few stairs to the top.

Justin shoved the door open with a dented chair, shoving a fan through ahead of himself, pointing to his head as the fain seemed to barely avoid a broom handle to the face. Case stepped on through, right into a Mr. Clean and bleach mixture to the face, causing him to scream and tear at his face as he fell down the steps at a rapid pace, thanks to the boot to the ass from Kalis. Simon stepped through the door, wearing yellow plastic gloves and a set of safety glasses and comes on down the steps after Justin Case, who is still clawing at his face and eyes. Simon bends down, but Case is somewhat ready as he flails his arms around and around, Hugh comes up from behind nailing Simon in the back of the neck with a cane shot. Simon drops the bottle he had pulled from his pocket, a bottle of acid of some sort. Case gets up,

his face burnt and reddened horribly, probably a bit disfigured from the contact with whatever concoction Simon threw onto his face burning his flesh. Case pulls on the rubber gloves, pouring the acid onto Simon’s body before stomping the stuff into his flesh with the heels and soles of his boots. Simon is screaming in pain, but trying his best to hold it in, not wanting to give Case the satisfaction. Justin rolled Simon into the ring, going for Just Too Talented and thanks to the blind side and the blood in his other eye; Case is able to nail his finisher. Case makes the cover and gets a three count; Larry Gordon is now declared the new General Manager of Rebel Pro.

Winner: Justin Case 14:44

Bubba J vs Mikey Massacre

Jenny Jersey: Rebel Pro fans! The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is happening for! The! First! Time! Ever!

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up in the speakers, as from the back to an arena full of booing fans, comes the Bearded Bastard himself, Mikey Massacre!

Jenny Jersey: From Alberqurque, New Mexico; I give you Rebel Pro Triple Crown Winner, of which Bubba J is not. I give you former Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion, of which Bubba J is not. I give you a legitimate Rebel Pro Icon, once again of which Bubba J is not… I give you Mikey Massacre!

The boos intensify as Jenny Jersey reads off what was put on the card in her hand, she reads it with a bit of distaste as the boos intensify even more while Mikey holds his hands up in the air for the crowd.

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers as the boos turn to cheers, the crowd is up on their feet, and Bubba J steps from the back, his taped fist held high up in the air; his gaze directed at Mikey Massacre with a smirk.

Jenny Jersey: Now introducing from Durham, North Carolina, a true Rebel Pro Icon, of which Mikey Massacre is just a glorified spot filler. A true Rebel’er, of which Mikey Massacre is just a name of non-importance. A man of 1000 ways to make you bleed, of which he’s going to employ 200 of them tonight just to save some for future matches cause he’s not gonna kill Mikey in just this one contest of Bubba J’s superiority… I give you Bubba J!

Bubba J slowly walks down the ramp, making sure to slap the hands of fans, but his gaze never leaves the face of Mikey Massacre; who in turn glares right back at him.

Ding Ding

These two Rebel Pro Icons, one actually in the Rebel Icon club and the other just a hopeful, square off for the first time ever in a ring of any kind. Jimmy Johnson dives out of the way as these two come together for a collar and elbow tieup; Bubba J has different plans as he nails Mikey in the face with a right fist knocking him backwards; but no blood. Mikey stumbles as he holds at his mouth and Bubba J presses his advantage with a kick at Mikey’s midsection, but Massacre catches the foot, leg whip into a atomic drop, following it up with a bulldog to the canvas. Mikey pulls Bubba J back up, another bulldog, he pulls him up once more and delivers a third consecutive bulldog, holding on to this one for a bit longer.

Linzi Martin: Three consecutive bulldogs after that atomic drop.

Larry Gordon: Mikey going back to his roots for a bit here.

Mikey pulls Bubba back up, going for a possible fourth bulldog, but J shoves him into the corner chest first, and Mikey slams hard enough to bounce back out. Neckbreaker out of the corner from Bubba J.

Larry Gordon: A technical move from the Hardcore Hellion Bubba J there.

Linzi Martin: And Mikey is sent over the top rope with a boot to the ass.

Mikey’s shoulder slams onto the corner of the apron as he is launched outside and here comes Bubba J off the top turnbuckle with a double axe handle smash right onto Mikey’s shoulder/neck area. J rolls off and is immediately whipping Mikey into the railing, but he reverses and J is sent shoulder first into the railing which shoves it back a few inches on the floor. J comes back with both arms windmilling in the air, hoping that one of them connects at least. Mikey with a drop toe hold sends J’s chin slamming hard onto the ring apron before he locks on a crossface chicken wing on the outside; where Mikey starts screaming at the Ragin’ Redneck.

Mikey: No rules Bubba J! You can’t give up out here!

J rears back clocking Mikey in the skull with a ring wrench, forcing him to release the hold. J shoves up to his feet, a bit of blood coming from his chin and swings the wrench down in a golfing swing connecting solidly with Mikey’s jaw that forces him to roll over. J presses his advantage a bit more, wincing as his shoulder is a bit sore now. J swings the wrench down.

Larry Gordon: He’s gonna kill Mikey!

Linzi Martin: Damn, I just came already.

Larry Gordon: Do… do… do… what?

Linzi Martin: I just came right down to this table and the match is almost already over. What did you think I meant?

Larry Gordon: Um…. nothing Linzi, nothing at all.

Linzi Martin: Dirty old man.

Mikey catches the head of the wrench, pulling J’s face into the steel ring post, Mikey tosses the tool away with distaste as J’s trying to uncross his eyes. Mikey with a leaping clothesline takes him down and he quickly rolls Bubba back into the ring where there are no weapons. Mikey stomps down on J’s face a couple of times, but is concentrating heavily on his arm and shoulder. Mikey pulls him up and for no apparent reason delivers a Everplex(top rope exploder suplex). Mikey had no need to go up top, but wanted to show the crowd how technically sound he can be. Mikey gets in J’s face, grinning down at him and mouthing off until J shoves two fingers into Mikey’s eyes and forces the bearded bastard backwards with his eyes running and him being effectively blind.

Linzi Martin: Such a dirty move.

Larry Gordon: Well, Bubba J never claimed to fight fair.

Linzi Martin: Oh, I know, I love the dirty moves.

J rolls out of the ring and comes back in with a steel chair that he taps lightly on the canvas as though he’s preparing his swing. Mikey stumbles forward right into the most vicious chair shot in recent Rebel Pro Baseball! Mikey falls against the ropes bouncing back into a second shot, a third, a fourth, and the fifth one busts Mikey open over his forehead. Mikey slumps in the corner, perhaps out cold, and here comes Bubba J with an extremely ackward looking bronco buster, but Massacre manages to somehow get a knee up and J slams his own crotch on the raised knee and turns immediately green with nausea. Mikey pulls himself up, looks down at the chair with hatred, and tosses it out of the ring. Mikey lifts J up, German suplex sends J’s neck crashing down on the canvas; he rolls over and lifts him up a second time and delivers a second German suplex, following it with a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, nineth, and a tenth as they complete the circuit around the ring. The toss slams J’s realing head and shoulders hard onto the canvas where he folds up like an accordion in the corner and people are beginning to wonder if his neck may be broken.

Linzi Martin: What a circuit of German suplexes there.

Larry Gordon: I know we’ve never seen that in Rebel Pro before, but I’m wondering if its ever been seen in the world of wrestling?

Mikey lifts Bubba J back up, there is no need, but he delivers a Kurtisplex(Backdrop Driver) to the center of the ring and sits back and waits as J just lays there unconscious. Mikey wipes at the blood on his face, getting it out of his eyes as we notice for the first time that the series of German suplexes have busted the back of J’s skull open and a bulge is coming from his right shoulder.

Larry Gordon: I think that Bubba J’s right shoulder may be dislocated!

Linzi Martin: Mikey really showing that technical wrestling has its merits here in Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: So, you are a fan of technical wrestling?

Linzi Martin: Hell no, I still ove blood, chairs, over the counter viagra walmart and weapons.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Mikey walks over, lifting Bubba J back up to his feet and delivering a Mannyplex(katahajime suplex) just because he can; the move sends J’s dislocated shoulder hard into the canvas as he lands. Mikey nonchalantly goes for the first cover in the match.

Larry Gordon: I think this is merely academic now.

One!

Linzi Martin: I have to agree with you, Bubba J isn’t even moving; we may need to get the paramedics out here to assist him.

Two!

Three!

NO!

Bubba J kicks out by throwing his injured right shoulder up.

Larry Gordon: My gawd! He kicked out!

Linzi Martin: I never doubted for a second.

Jimmy holds up two fingers as the crowd yells “Twooooooo”, Mikey is furious and up in Jimmy’s face for the obviously slow count. J rolls to his left side, the bulge is out of his right shoulder, perhaps the Mannyplex knocked it back into its socket? Anyways, J gets up on his knees, crawling slowly up behind Massacre, who is still yelling and berating Jimmy for his inability to count at the right pace. Mikey’s face is turning red from anger, until it turns green from his own nausea as Bubba J has a death grip on his balls and a grin of knowing the torture on his face. Mikey is yelling in a saprano tone as he is forced at ball point to follow wherever Bubba J wants to take him, because he literally has him by the balls.

Larry Gordon: Bubba J has Mikey, literally, by the balls!

Linzi Martin: And he’s climbing up to the top turnbuckle!

J grabs a reverse facelock, somehow forcing Mikey to follow him up the corner and J dives forward off the top turnbuckle, causing Mikey to flip over and land on his back, but his hands go immediately to his now freed balls. J rolls on over, windmilling his arm to prevent it from stiffening up as Mikey groans in pain. Bubba J walks over, stomping down on Mikey’s hand, which are protective at the moment, and then lifts him up for a stumppulling piledriver center ring. J rolls out of the ring, sliding in a steel char(from earlier) a table, several bags of thumbtacks, a spool of barbed wire, cancer causing light tubes, and a copy of Chyna’s book.

Larry Gordon: Oh no, what is he going to do with that.

Linzi Martin: This may even be too far for Bubba J.

J sets up the table and dumps the bags of tacks all over the ring before slamming Mikey onto the table. Bubba J then begins to wrap the spool of barbed wire on top of Mikey, securing him to the table before repeatedly laying the light tubes in easy reach. J sits the chair up, one leg slightly crooked and opens up Chyna’s book. Mikey begins to yell out in pain as Bubba J reads.

Bubba J: “Chapter One.”

J looks up at Mikey, who is screaming and promptly brings a light tube down across his face, causing it to shatter into hundreds of pieces, several going into Mikey’s mouth which causes him to spit madly. Bubba J picks the book back up, since Mikey is silent.

Larry Gordon: He’s damned determined to read that book.

Linzi Martin: I think I’m going to be sick.

Bubba J: Chapter One.

Mikey promptly begins screaming again, J looks up annoyed now and closes the book setting it down and picking up three light tubes, busting them over Mikey’s face, shutting him up as he tries to spit out glass and powder.

Bubba J: I’m trying to read you a bed time story asshole, cause you fixin’ to go to sleep!

Mikey spits a bloody wad of spit into J’s face, which promptly pisses him off. J rolls out of the ring as Mikey struggles to free himself; Bubba J rolls back in, stomping over to Mikey.

Bubba J: I didn’t want to have to do this…

He unfolds the object to reveal Chyna’s Playboy issue; Mikey is shaking his head furiously as J unfolds it to the centerfold and places it on Mikey’s face; screaming is heard from under the magazine.

Linzi Martin: That is way beyond anything I thought to see here tonight.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, think I’m fixing to throw up too.

J climbs up top, preparing to come off with a big time body splash and he dives!

But at the last instant, Mikey rolls over and shoves the magazine centerfold into Bubba J’s face and he goes crashing through the table, screaming and clawing at his face and eyes.

Larry Gordon: That is utterly inhumane.

Linzi Martin: That is way beyond hardcore.

Mikey rolls the now unconscious and extremely bloody Bubba J over, placing the magazine on top of his face to keep him there. Mikey takes the time to clean the ring of every single piece of debris.

Larry Gordon: Not to mention Bubba J cleaned up a bunch of those tacks as well when he landed and rolled over.

Linzi Martin: Mikey’s got a broom and is sweeping, actually sweeping the ring clear of debris.

Mikey now has the ring clear of debris and climbs to the top turnbuckle before he turns, bows, and delivers the Sellout(top rope frog splash)!

He covers.

Larry Gordon: This has to be academic.

One!

Linzi Martin: That is what you said before.

Mikey stares at Jimmy Johnson.

Two.

Bubba J isn’t moving.

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and able to choose the next match stipulation in the series… Mikey Massacre!

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up in the speakers as Mikey stands over the broken and bloody Bubba J with a smirk of distaste on his face.

Matt Stone vs Hostile

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing First, currently in the ring, He is the official presiding over this match. He his TABOO!

Taboo looks out at the crowd, waiving to the fans until the music starts’

“Walk Away” By Five Finger Death Punch hits the speakers as Hostile steps out onto the

stage. A cascade of black and red pyro flows from the jumbo screen behind him.

Taboo locks eyes with Hostile. Pure evil in both their eyes.

Introducing first from Jersey City, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, the Jersey City Demon, Hostile.

Hostile slowly walks down to the ring, ignoring the jeers from the crowd as he proceeds. He steps up to the ring apron and into the ring and gets right in the face of Taboo. Taboo stands toe to toe with Hostile. Neither one saying a word; at this point, there is no need.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent,

Let Everybody See,
The future here in me
Just watch the wheel go ’round
I’ll cheer as you go down!

Jenny Jersey: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada;

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a “Canada sucks” sign and just walks on.

Jenny Jersey: He his the PWA Intercontinental and World Heavyweight Champion; Matt Stone!

Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors
Whoa!
You’re only smoke and mirrors to me!

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. “I’m the best there is!” He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. “You don’t deserve to see me!” He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get’s ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

Both men go nose to nose as Taboo steps between them.

Taboo: OK, listen up to MY rules… There are, none.

Taboo calls for the bell, heads to the out side and sits down.

Ding, Ding, Ding

And Stone starts off with a huge slap across the face of Hostile! Hostile smiles at stone and answers with a right hook that sends the PWA World Champ down. Stone gets back to his feet quickly before Larsen as a chance to capitalize.

Larry Gordon: What a shot!

Linzi Martin: Its possible that the next opponent to the World Champion is going to come from this contest right here.

Stone and Hostile circle each other a couple of times before moving in for an elbow and collar tie up. Matt Stone quickly moves behind with a hammerlock; Hostile ducks under and gets the hammerlock on Stone. Stone counters with an elbow to the side of The Jersey City Demon’s head, and Hostile lets go of the hold.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone has been running through opponents here in Rebel Pro like collard greens run through…

Linzi Martin: Yeah Larry, think we know exactly what you mean… now back to the action.

Stone and Hostile again circling one another, trying to get a feel for each other. Stone moves in for a double leg but Hostile sprawls out, preventing the take down. Hostile with a waist lock; no Stone gets out before Hostile can do anything with it.

Linzi Martin: Excellent counter there by Stone.

Larry Gordon: Stone is arguably the best technician in the entire AOWF.

Hostile goes in for a single leg but stone blocks the attempt. Hostile sees an opening and lands a quick fireman’s carry takedown. Matt again is back on his feet before Hostile can capitalize.

Larry Gordon: It seems with all the focus on the hardcore, Matt Stone underestimated just how good Hostile is on the mat.

Linzi Martin: Stone is perhaps the best technician in all of the AOWF.

Stone heads outside of the ring to regroup and shake it off. But this is not the PWA, outside is just a dangerous as inside as Hostile heads out after him. Stone starts running, Hostile Take off after him. Stone rolls back into the ring. Hostile slides back into the ring only to be met with a series of hard licks. Stone lands an elbow drop before picking Hostile up and delivering a snap suplex. Matt moves in with a face/neck lock on the fallen Hostile. Hostile grits his teeth against the pain as Stone torques his neck. Stone keeps the hold a moment longer before letting go and kicking Hostile in the back.

Larry Gordon: But don’t let that fool you, Stone can get hardcore if he needs to.

Stone brings Hostile to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, Hostile rebounds right into a Belly-to-Belly suplex from Stone. Stone quick to capitalize and goes in with a modified step over arm bar that he coverts into a high impact arm breaker. Stone seems to be in perfect form here tonight.

Linzi Martin: What an arm breaker by Stone.

Hostile is getting to his feet as Stone comes in with a rolling neckbreaker. Stone looks out to the crowd.

Matt Stone (to the crowd): Is this the best REBEL Pro can do?

Matt turns his attention back to Hostile a moment to late as Larsen hits a picture perfect drop-kick right to Stone’s smug little face. Hostile and Stone back on there feet at the same time; Stone moves in with a clothesline that Hostile ducks under and gets Stone into a rear waist lock. Hostile with a German suplex to Stone and quickly follows through with a series of elbow drops. Hostile hoists Stone to his feet before sending him back down with an over the top belly to belly.

Linzi Martin: Lesson #1, never turn your back on Hostile.

Hostile heads to the top rope as he aims to deliver the New Jersey Head Shot. NO! Stone rolls away to safety before impact. Stone gets to his feet just before Hostile, Stone with a right to the temple of Larsen. Hostile fires back with one of his own.

Larry Gordon: Fistycuffs!

Stone with a right.

Hostile with a left.

Stone with a left.

Hostile with a right.

Stone, right.

Larry Gordon: More fistycuffs!

Hostile, right.

Stone,

Hostile,

Stone,

Hostile,

Hostile,

Hostile,

And Hostile finishes off with an uppercut that sends Stone against the rope. Hostile with a lariat that sends Stone to the outside. Hostile backs off while Stone starts getting to his feet. Hostile with a suicide plancha that knocks Stone hard into the steel barrier. Stone crumples down as Hostile starts digging in under the ring. Larsen pulls out a nail gun! Hostile walks over to Stone and puts the nail gun to his shoulder; CH-THUNK! Stone screams in pain as the nail drives into his flesh. Hostile goes to nail the other arm but is stopped by Taboo.

Linzi Martin: Here comes the blood and gore! Finally!

Hostile takes a swing at Taboo but Taboo moves out of the way and hit The Big Bang Theory! Hostile is out on the outside of the ring. Taboo slaps stone to get him to focus and points to the unconscious Hostile on the ground before rolling into the ring. Stone still in a haze of pain from that nail gun slowly comes around again and smiles as it dawns on him just whats happening. Stone grabs Hostile and roll him into the ring before grabbing the nail gun and following him in.

Larry Gordon: What does Taboo think he is doing? This match has no rules and he just forced Hostile to obey a rule, then delivered his Big Bang Theory!

Linzi Martin: What are you going to do Mr. General Manager?

Larry Gordon: Stop it already.

Stone test out his right shoulder where the nail is still embedded inside him and winces at the pain. The arm is almost useless but Stone fights through and manages to push through the pain to deliver a wheelbarrow German suplex. That cost him. Stone Screaming in pain as that move aggravated the nail still inside his shoulder. Hostile still got the worst of it as his head bounces off the nail gun that Stone placed perfectly. Taboo goes to Stone and helps pull out the three inch spike protruding from his shoulder. Stone lets out a yell of rage as he gets up to his feet and moves in towards Hostile. Stone Hoists his opponent up and right into the stone cutter. He goes for a cover and Taboo makes a fast two count before Hostile rolls his shoulder up. Stone shoots a look to Taboo but Taboo just shrugs.

Larry Gordon: Come on Taboo, you are always talking about being fair and there you go not being the way you want others to be.

Linzi Martin: You could do something about this you know.

Hostile is up to his knees, Matt with Kneel Before ZOD! Another cover, another, faster two count. Stone walks around to the feet of Hostile and applies the Sharpshooter! Hostile gritting his teeth but refuses to give in to the pain. Stone applies more pressure as Taboo is telling Hostile to quit. Hostile shakes is head no as he tries to push himself up to alleviate the pressure. Stone tries to readjust to keep the hold but Hostile manages to grab hold of Matt’s foot and pull him down. Hostile manages to keep hold of Stone’s foot and apply a modified figure four leg lock. Matt in some pain but Hostile not getting the proper leverage with his awkward positioning. Stone manages to power out of the leg lock and get to his feet. Hostile gets back to his feet moments after as both men lean into opposite corners. A smile creeps across the face of Hostile as he motions for Stone to come at him.

Larry Gordon: What a quick and ackward exchange there.

Linzi Martin: Very innovative and agile of both Hostile and Matt Stone.

Stone looks like he obviously did not think he would be working this hard tonight as he has an almost exasperated look on his face. Both men meet in the center of the ring. Hostile goes for a double leg but Stone was just to fast and gets off a toe kick to the gut of The Jersey City Demon and follows through with a gut-wrench suplex. Stone pick Hostile up and slaps him right across the face. Hostile goes in for a short arm clothesline, Matt ducks, Hostile turns right into the C-c-c-combo Breaker! That should be it but Matt doesn’t go for a cover. Instead a look of pure evil crosses his face as he grabs the Nail gun. CH-THUNK! OH MY GOD! Stone just nailed Hostile’s hand TO THE MAT! Hostile screams in pain as Stone steps on the other hand. NO, NO, NO, NO! CH-THUNK! Stone nails Hostiles other hand to the mat!

Linzi Martin: I can barely believe this, its always been a fantasy of mine.

Larry Gordon: You are kidding me.

Linzi Martin: May… be… may… be… not.

Matt looks over the crowd with a cocky smirk. He heads over the the corner and slowly starts to climb. Why hurry, Hostile’s not going anywhere. Stone is on the top rope, he smiles at the crowd, and leaps off with Hostile’s own New Jersey Head Shot! NO! Hostile rips the nail through his own hand to roll out of the way! Stone is dazed from the big miss as Hostile pulls his other hand free, leaving the nails embedded in the ring. Stone and Hostile both back to there feet. Matt with a right NO Hostile counter with The Demon’s Dream! Hostile pulling for everything he has left.

Larry Gordon: My gawd at the pain that Hostile must be going through!

Linzi Martin: And the bliss that I…. um… I’m sure others are feeling… if they are into that sort of thing… ya know.

TAP, TAP, TAP!

STONE TAPS!

There’s no bell?!?

Taboo is outside of the ring, flirting with a fan at ringside!

Larry Gordon: This will not stand anymore! Taboo obviously not taking his referee role seriously!

Linzi Martin: You know what it does to me when you get all powerful-like.

Larry Gordon: Huh… what?

Linzi Martin: Its getting me all hot and bothered.

Larry Gordon: Linzi!

Linzi Martin: It does, makes me mad and upset… what did you think I meant…. you pervert.

Larry Gordon: You are the one over there tou… oh never mind.

Hostile release’s the hold and heads out after Taboo! Hostile Shoves the female fan down to her ass as he gets in Taboo’s face. Taboo shoves Hostile back into a waiting Matt Stone who hits another C-c-c-combo breaker! Taboo Says something to Jenny Jersey at ring side.

Linzi Martin: There is another lawsuit.

Larry Gordon: Back on the job less than an hour and already have to deal with a lawsuit.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, Taboo has just informed me that this is now a falls count anywhere match!

Stone covers Hostile!

ONETWOTHREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO! HOSTILE KICKS OUT!

Stone is furious, absolutely livid!

Larry Gordon: Stone is fixing to make Hostile pay for that kickout even though it was an extremely fast count!

Linzi Martin: Small Package!

Stone’s shoulders are on the concrete!

Taboo thinks Stone is pinning Hostile, he’s at an awckward angle!
One!

Two!

Three!

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner, Hostile!

Taboo with the Big Bang Theory to Hostile!

Taboo: Hostile! You and me are going to finish this at MerryTime Massacre! Three Stages Of Hell!!!

With that Taboo walks right into a C-C-C-Combobreaker!

Both Hostile and Taboo are laid out cold on the floor.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone may have lost, but he’s the only one standing and he’s standing very tall!

Linzi Martin: Wonder how busy he’d like to be tonight?

World Title-
Lisa Seldon vs Lucious Starr

Ding Ding

Star steps forward for a tie-up, only to find himself on his back. Starr then sits up and almost gets his head removed when Lisa throws a High-Kick his way. Starr ducks and rolls and Lisa indicates with her fingers how very close he was to certain death. Starr then gets up and shoots again, catches her and pushes back to the corner. The referee does nothing, because there are NO RULES! (except for some of them) and allows Starr to pressure her in the corner. Starr then winds up a chop and misses everything as Lisa ducks under him. She then lands a left right combination and finishes by driving a knee into his gut before backing out and doing some shadow boxing. The crowd, obviously, are loving it.

Starr spits at the floor in disgust before stepping forward, only for Lisa to slide out of the ring and doing a lap of the thing for no apparent reason other than just to be a dick. Starr stands in the ring with his arms folded, looking generally disgusted as Lisa tags every hand around the ring before leaping out into the crowd, who catch her and surf her around ringside.

Lisa finally returns and slides back into the ring, all hyped up and ready to go. Starr doesn’t feel the same way though and slides out himself, intent on getting some of this great fan buzz, only to find that no one in this very heavy Rebel Pro crowd want to touch him (though they are all perfectly happy to flip him off). Starr raises his hand in a threatening manner to the fans, but doesn’t bother to hit anyone, because that tends to end badly. Starr then slides back into the ring where Lisa is waiting patiently on the top-rope. She then drops down, and hopefully the match begins.

Starr catches an Armbar and spins it out, trying to snap her to the ground, only for that showy bitch to cartwheel right out of it and run up the turnbuckles with her hands outstretched, much to the delight of the fans who cheer her wildly. Lisa lets them go on for a bit before jumping back down and offering the corner to Starr. He then steps up to a deafening silence.

Starr flips off a fan who says something untoward, leading to them tossing half a bottle his way. Unfortunately for them, Starr catches it and then beans the guy in the face, which does finally get him some cheers. Even Lisa joins in, before kicking him in the stomach when he drops off the ropes. Everyone boos, but obviously they don’t really mean it. It’s in jest you could say. Lisa turns to each side of the ring, clasping her hands and doing her best to pretend to be sorry.

Starr steps up to one knee as Lisa darts to the side and blasts him in the chest with a Roundhouse kick, causing him to drop forward onto his hands and knees. Lisa viagra cialis levitra cost comparison then spins to one side of him, rears back and blasts him in the ribs with a kick that flips him over onto his back and offers Lisa the first pin of the night.

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Starr kicks out at two, coughs up a lung and complains about what he believes to be a fast count. Starr then gets back onto his hands and knees as Lisa clatters him a second time in the ribs, pushing him to the corner. Starr then pulls himself up in the corner and takes another kick in the gut, but manages to catch the second and send Lisa across the ring. Lisa rolls to her feet but Starr steps forward, turns his hip and puts a knee in her stomach to double her over. Starr then gets a hold of her, Gut-Wrenches her into the air and then lets go, sending her flying across the ring.

Lisa lands in a heap, cursing as Starr pulls her up by the hair and rips a series of punches into her gut. Starr then finishes with a European Uppercut and sends her into the ropes, only for Lisa to fire back with a Yakuza Kick that catches him on the jaw and turns him away. Lisa then beckons him on and gets hacked down with a chop for her troubles. Lisa then fires back, driving a kick into his side that sends him to the left, only for him to comeback back with a forearm that smashes her viagra in the uk in the jaw and puts her to a knee.

Starr then pulls her plants her with a DDT, digging her into the mat before tossing her over into a pin.

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Lisa throws up a shoulder at two and gets pulled back to her feet, tossed to the nearest corner and chopped her down, very happy to finally land it. Lisa tries to drop but Starr pulls her up and cracks off a second, causing Lisa to step forward into a Hip-Toss that slams her into the mat. Starr then gives her some room to sit forward before stepping forward and driving a kick into her back, rattling up and down her spine. Starr then pushes her to her back and drops a knee across her face before rolling through onto a knee. He then throws his arms out and riles the fans up before turning and settling onto a pin.

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Lisa instantly kicks out, only for Starr to push her back down and grind his forearm off her face, focusing on a cut starting to open up above her eye. Probably from when he kneed her, or elbowed her. Coulda been anywhere really. Lisa eventually pushes him off and Starr follows her up, catches a hold of her and then hauls her up into a Vertical Suplex, holds her aloft for an amount of time that the fans don’t count because they think he’s a cunt and then shatters her against the mat. Starr then rolls into the pin again.

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Lisa pushes him off but gets cut with another elbow as Starr comes down and hacks through her face. He then hammers down a few forearms for good measure before clambering back to his feet with Lisa in tow. He then sends her to the using viagra for first time ropes and steps forward with a Shoulderblock that sends her to the mat. Then for good measure, he rakes his heel across her face.

Lisa pulls herself to her hands and knees as Starr cheekily paws at her with his foot before finally cracking her between the eyes with a kick that sends her tumbling across the mat.

Lisa shakes the cobwebs out as Starr brings her back up and catches an elbow in the gut for his troubles. Lisa then stepped forward and put a knee through his face to stand him straight up before dropping down and chopping out his legs. Lisa then jumped back up, called him a motherfucker and kicked him really hard in the fucking face.

Starr flips over onto his front but Lisa jumps on top of him, wraps an arm around his throat to hold him down and then begins firing in knees to the top of his head. Starr manages to push his way back to his feet but Lisa holds on, landing shots where she can before pulling him forward and tearing through his face with a knee and sending him to the mat. Not happy with just that though, Lisa steps forward and punts him in the side of the head.

Starr goes to his back and Lisa comes over the top of him with her heel pointed at his face, only for Starr to get his legs under her and pushes her away. The two then fight back to their feet and Starr charges with a clothesline, only for Lisa to duck under it, throw her leg back and crack him under the jaw with a Superkick. Starr then falls back into the ropes but pushes himself back into it, throws out an arm and turns Lisa inside out with a Clothesline.

Star then stumbles over and gets a Waistlock on Lisa, pulls her off the mat and eats an elbow. Lisa then stumbles out of his grip, pivots and cracks him upside the back of the head with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick. Start only drops as far as his knees though, but can’t stop Lisa as she rolls to her feet, pushes off the ropes and runs through him with a heel through his face. She then jumps onto the cover.

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Starr throws up a shoulder and Lisa looks annoyed, mostly because wrestling Shadow Starr is shit. She then drives him back into the corner and throws a shoulder into his gut. Starr drops a Double Axe-Handle on her back and gets another shoulder the same, but this time he manages to get a hold of her and drag her into the air. Starr then steps forward, and smashes her against the canvas with a Powerbomb. He then stacks her up for the pin.

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Lisa pushes him free and goes over onto her front but Starr stays on her, pulls her off the canvas with a Gutwrench and flattens her again for another quick fall.

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Lisa kicks out again and Starr pulls her up into an Inverted Fireman’s Carry, causing the fans to make lots of noise (and not the nice kind either). Starr pushes her into the air but Lisa adjusts, wraps her legs around his neck and smashes him, head first into the canvas. Starr then flops onto his back and Lisa wastes no time in pulling him to his feet, only to drop him again with a knee driven through his face.

Starr looks up to see Lisa step forward and lash out, crushing her foot against the side of his head and dropping him like deadweight. She then drops onto the cover.

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Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. Lisa Seldon!

Lisa rolls up to her feet, holding both the AOWF World Title and Rebel Pro World Title high up over her head as Lucious Starr walks up the ramp and to the backstage.

Larry Gordon: And the era of Seldon continues with a hard fought defense here this week.

Camera split screen to show Lucious walking through the backstage curtain.

A chair comes flying from the side to smack Lucious Starr right in the face, splitting his forehead and sending him down to the concrete floor.

Linzi Martin: Who?

Bubba J steps forward, Vincent Black stepping up beside him, both spit down on Lucious’ face. Bubba J hefts the chair, placing it headrest down on Starr’s throat.

Bubba J: Starry Eyed… Surprise… keep my gawd damned name out of your mouth…

Spit right on his face.

Bubba J: Or you’ll get even more of this.

Bubba J steps purposefully right on Starr’s nut sack before grinding his heel in and walking off, Black laughing as the show fades away.