Jt Whiplash has arrived at the Aggression Arena and the fans are all swarming him for a chance to get their picture taken with him or to get his autograph.
JT is more than happy to oblige his fans.

“Sign my shirt, JT” says one fan.

“Sign my chest” says a particularly busty female fan.

“Sign THIS, bitch!” says a fan whose face is concealed by a hood as he drives a chair down onto the skull of JT Whiplash. JT falls like a ton of bricks
and his attacker pounces on him and begins driving his brass-knuckle clad fists into his face repeatedly before a few of the fans manage to pull him off
and yank off his hood, revealing Johnny Maverick. Johnny powers out of the hold of the fans and runs off a little bit. He laughs darkly before licking
some of JT’s blood off of his brass knuckles. He runs away just as security arrives.

Rob Martinez: That little punk Johnny Maverick jumped JT backstage! JT still has a match tonight!

Corey Taylor: Yeah, and after that mauling it looks like Chris Casino’s victory is a sure thing. As if it wasn’t already.

********

Aggression #5
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

May 14, 2010

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

********

~Megavision~

We find Chris Casino walking through the hallways, bag slung over his shoulder and sunglasses hiding his eyes. He passes a handful of fans who shout out
his name and he promptly dismisses them. A smirk appears on his face and he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

CASINO: Good Lord Man, what are you doing here?

The camera pans over to reveal his tag team championship partner Krusty Kid Paul. He’s leaning against a wall and take liberal swigs from a cough syrup
bottle.

KKP: Dude! I had to come and support my partner!

The camera pulls wide to reveal both men and we catch Casino glance down at his platinum Rolex.

CASINO: Um. The show doesn’t start for another hour Krusty. Plus I’m pretty sure I’m on last so….Yeah you’re early as Hell. Usually I have to unleash
the hounds to track your stinky ass down before our matches start.

KKP: Just that one time. Oh wait, you mean here in REBEL? Oh well then yeah my ass is always…..

CASINO: Krusty as enlightening as this is, I need to get into my ring gear and prepare for later. Is there something I can do to, uh, help you? Keep you
out of trouble? Entertain you?

An awkward beat.

KKP: Look you know how I hate to ask, but some of us weren’t born into a multi millionaire family you know? Some of us actually do this for a living and
don’t donate their paychecks to….

A quick glance at the camera from Casino.

CASINO: Krusty!

KKP: (smirking) Oh yeah I forgot that you don’t have a heart or whatever. Look man…..I need them. Please?

CASINO: Ugh. Don’t beg. It’s something I’d expect out of a wrestler in PWA. Look you need ‘em? No problem.

Casino drops his bag and unzips it.

KKP: I owe you bro! Woooooooooo! Daddy is gonna live large tonight bitches!

CASINO: You worry me Krusty. Seriously.

Casino pulls out his ring boots, then his REBEL World Tag Championship and then he smiles as he pulls out a thick wad of color 8×10′s. He hands them over
to an eager KKP.

KKP: YEEEEEEEES!!!!

KKP shows the photos to the camera man and we see that he has a stack of signed pics of….Chad Kurtis!?

KKP: I’m glad you snatched these bad boys when you did. Do you know how much these go for? Those stupid people out there will pay me enough to…..

Casino: (holds up a hand) Please don’t tell me. That way I won’t be an accomplice. Just go and sell those things and I’ll catch up with you later.

KKP hurries off like a kid on candy and Casino starts to stand up when something catches his eye.

CASINO: What the?

Casino pulls out a pink envelope and quickly opens it. It’s a hallmark card of some sort. He briefly scans it and a look of both confusion and fury roll
across his face. He quickly stands and looks around.

CASINO: (shouting) Krusty! Hey Krusty!

Casino sighs and crumples up the card.

CASINO: Not very damn funny.

Casino collects his gear and heads off.

********

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall…..

“Slip it in” by Black Flag hits the PA and the crowd, especially the males, pop huge!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from North Hollywood and weighing in at 123 pounds…..Marina Blue!!!!

Blue saunters out from the back dressed up like a catholic school girl and the fans eat it up. She skips towards the ring, showing plenty of leg and cleavage
along the way.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent….

Black Flag is replaced by Disturbed and the crowd turns hostile.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from, oh yuck, Marina Blues Sweetest Sticky Dreams and weighing in at 180 pounds…..The Freak!!!

The Freak steps out from the back and the hostile crowd bath him in boos. He’s wearing a cup over his tights, a cup with a lipstick imprint on it and a
tee shirt that has his and Marinas picture on the front while on the back the text reads, ‘Freak + Porn Star = Sticky Good Time!!!’

ROB MARTINEZ: Well that’s pretty much disturbing.

COREY TAYLOR: You’re just jealous you’re not in the ring with Marina. Oh God I LOVE her movies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Easy……

COREY TAYLOR: I watched ‘A Night At The Marina’ three times in a row! My palm still hasn’t recovered.

ROB MARTINEZ: And let’s go to the ring!

Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell and Marina starts to circle Freak who is simply standing in the middle of the ring grinning at her. He gives her
a pelvic thrust and she sneers at him. Blue lunges in and the two lock up! Freak shoves her away and she falls onto her back on the mat! Freak wiggles
his hips and flicks his tongue at Blue. The Freak steps towards her and gets caught with a nip up hurricanrana! Freak is quickly back to his feet and charges
Blue only to rush right into a deep arm drag! Again Freak is up and like before he’s the victim of a lightning fast arm drag! Freak quickly rolls to the
outside to break the momentum as the fans cheer on Blue! On the outside The Freak looks to be out of it, stumbling around on rubber legs. Blue takes a
chance and goes for a suicide dive but The Freak catches her! Smiling broadly we see that he was playing possum. Freak turns and hurls Blue over the guard
rail and into the front row where she knocks down two (lucky) male ringside fans!

COREY TAYLOR: Lucky bast….

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue is giving up to much weight and height to go toe to toe with The Freak! She needs to hit and run!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh now THAT was an awesome movie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ugh.

Freak crawls over the guard rail and plants a boot upside the head of Marina. He snatches a cup of beer from a fan and splashes it in the face of Blue
all the while taunting her. She goes for a low blow but the cup blocks it! She grabs her forearm in pain as The Freak laughs like the crazy man he is.
A scoop and a slam on the concrete floor from The Freak leaves Blue writhing in agony. Johnson is doing his best to restore order but knows it’s pretty
futile. However The Freak seems to want to comply and heads back towards the guard railing. As he starts to climb over, Blue appears out of nowhere leaping
up onto the railing and taking The Freak down to the floor with a bulldog!

ROB MARTINEZ: What balance!

COREY TAYLOR: What legs!

Marina crawls away from a dazed Freak and pulls back the ring apron. She slides out a Kendo stick and drags herself to her feet. Likewise, Freak is up
and just in time too as he take a shot across the dome from the Kendo stick! Another shot, this one to the ribs has The Freak trying to escape the ex-porn
star! A brutal shot across the back and The Freak rolls back inside the ring. Blue slides in after him but pays the price when she’s caught with a knee
to the side of her head. Freak rips the Kendo stick from her hands and lays in a few shots of his own much to the dislike of the crowd! Freak tosses the
hard bamboo stick out of the ring, pulls Blue to her feet and drives her back to the mat with a beautiful snap suplex. The Freak is all smiles now as he
parades around the ring. Blue is on her back holding her ribs in pain and the Rolling Thunder from Freak doesn’t help matters!

COREY TAYLOR: Careful of the implants!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Freak could have broken some ribs with that move!

Instead of a pin, The Freak slithers up the body of Blue and seems to be whispering something in her face. She doesn’t seem to agree as she suddenly reaches
up and takes a bite of Freaks ear! She hooks her legs around his body and her arms around his head

as she grinds her teeth against his flesh. Freak is
screaming as we see blood pouring from his ear. Several short stiff right hands to the ribcage causes a break and Freak staggers to his feet. He checks
on his bloody ear and makes sure it’s still there. He rolls to the outside, asks for and receives a chair from ringside and climbs back into the ring.
Freak slams the chair edge into the ribs of Blue and then sets it up in the center of the ring. He pulls Blue to her feet and shoves her onto the seat.
Freak hits the far ropes and goes for what looks to be a running Yakuza kick but Blue drops out of the way at the last second! Freak crotches himself on
the chair!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh. That’ll leave a mark.

Freak is on all fours on the mat when Marina approaches him. Suddenly he swings back a leg and drives it into her gut! As she drops to the mat he stands
and points once more to his cup! Grabbing Blue by the hair Freak positions her for a powerbomb. He pulls up her catholic school girl dress and gives her
a spank before hoisting her up onto his shoulders! Amazingly Blue reverses the move into a tornado DDT at the last second! She spikes the head of Freak
into the mat and then slowly pulls herself to her feet. The Freak is getting up when Blue comes off the far ropes and uses the still set up chair as a
spring board of sorts to hit a modified ace cutter! Blue scrambles over and grabs the chair, folds it up and waits for The Freak to get back to a standing
position. She swings the chair at Freaks head but he ducks! One Randy Orton style back breaker later and Blue is laying on the mat in agony!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just when Blue was looking to get the upper hand the Freak stops her cold!

Freak grabs Blue and drags her to where the chair was dropped. He slams her head against the chair and then follows up with a brutal stomp to the back
of her head! Blood is pouring from her nose and Freak poses above her. Freak grabs a handful of hair and again smacks her head against the chair! The crowd
is growing hostile to this display and even the referee is telling The Freak to pin her. Freak pulls Blue to her feet and looks to slam her on the chair
when she quickly hooks her arm around the head of Freak and somehow gets off a inverted DDT! Blue starts to crawl to the near ropes as The Freak sits up
and tries to shake the cobwebs. Blue pulls herself to the top turnbuckle and The Freak, chair in hand, is back to his feet. Freak turns in Blues direction
and takes a missile dropkick to the chair that sends it crushing against his head!

COREY TAYLOR: Get the fork ready! Call the fat lady!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blue has turned the tide!

Blue grabs a motionless Freak, drags him towards the near corner and places the dented chair firmly against his face. The crowd gets to their feet as they
see her stagger to the far side of the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: This move is awesome!

Blue pulls herself to the top, wipes the blood from her busted nose and goes coast to coast hitting her Dirt Pipe Milkshake (Van Terminator) onto Freak!
The crowd pops huge as she drags Freak away from the ropes and drapes an arm over his chest!

One!

Two!

Three!!

The referee calls for the bell and this one is in the books!

COREY TAYLOR: Is she okay? Maybe I need to go help her?

ROB MARTINEZ: Stay put. She’s banged up, but she’s fine, er, okay. Big win for Blue!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match……..Marina Bluuuuuuuuuue!!!!!

Huge ovation for the gutsy and busty ex-porn star!

********

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a big pop is Rebel Owner, Larry Gordon. There is a briefcase in his hand as he marches to the ring, acknowledging the fans on his way down. He looks to the crowd as he stands on the apron, then steps through the ropes. He grabs a microphone from Jenny Jersey then walks to the table set in the center of the ring.

LARRY GORDON: “As most of you know and those of you who don’t are probably watching that NAPW federation up in Canada…”

Laughter from the crowd and a smile from Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: “Well anyways, the contract for Chad Kurtis is due to expire permantly next Friday, May 21, 2010.”

The crowd boos, they don’t want to see him leave.

LARRY GORDON: “I know I know I don’t want to see him leave either, even if it is to a good fed like PWA. I know they’d treat him right because despite him running a big federation like the PWA, both Mark Sommers and Joe Boxer are two very savvy businessmen and would snatch him up the same way I snatch a pizza slice.”

He smiles and the crowd laughs their approval. Larry holds up the briefcase.

LARRY GORDON: “In this case, I hold a contract extension for a period of two years, on which all terms were met from both sides. I gave in some, Chad gave in some and a very good compromise was met. All that is left to do now…”

“Cocky” hits up in the speakers and the crowd is absolutely wild! Larry turns to the entrance, smiling as he sits the briefcase down, pulling out the paper. Chad walks down to the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I for one hope he doesn’t sign it, good ridence to extremely bad rubbish.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is a Rebel Icon, here way before you was.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Out with the old, like yourself, and in with the new, like myself.

Chad stands on the apron, obviously sore from the ordeal of the triple threat match last Friday night. He steps through the ropes, not doing is customary slide into the ring. Walking up to the table, he motions for the microphone.

CHAD KURTIS: “So, in that paper is an extension for two years?”

The crowd is loving this, Larry nods.

CHAD KURTIS: “I’m led to believe that in that paper is a contract extending my stay for these fans, for two years?”

Larry smiles, nodding.

CHAD KURTIS: “Well, if all of my terms were met, all of your terms were met, and we all just had a happy go lucky time with warm and tingling feelings…”

The crowd laughs, Larry smiles, Chad makes no expression.

CHAD KURTIS: “Only one thing left to do then Gordon…”

He whips out a pen, leaning over the paper and flicks his wrist a few times, inking his name to the deal. Chad turns to the crowd, but Larry holds his arm for a second and Chad turns back around. Larry Gordon asks for the mic.

LARRY GORDON: “Chad, I’ve always been taught that a contract can be broken, people can find ways of doing it.”

Chad looks suspicious.

LARRY GORDON: “But a handshake between two men, is something respected, something time honored, and something unbreakable.”

Larry extends his hand, Chad looks down at it, to the crowd, and grasps the hand.

LARRY GORDON: “Thanks Chad.”

Larry walks out of the ring, leaving Chad to stare at his new contract.

Chad stares at the contract for a brief moment before holding it up to the approval of the fans.

Chad teases that he is going to left the ring but stops and pivots back around with a smile on his face.

CHAD KURTIS: Did you really think I would come out here tonight without saying a few words? You all know me better then that don’t you? First of all I want to think Larry Gordon and everyone else that helped to make this contract a reality but most importantly I want to think you the Rebel fans!

Chants of we love you Chad, we love you Chad break out among the crowd.

CHAD KURTIS: But now that the contract is signed it is time to focus on the business at hand and that business is none other then Chris Casino.

Fans boo at the mention of that name then switch to chants of kick his ass Chad, kick his ass!

CHAD KURTIS: Kick his ass is exactly what I plan on doing and it’s going to happen sooner rather then later because I was informed that the match will take place at American Anarchy!

Huge pop from the crowd as the chants of kick his ass Chad, kick his ass grow louder.

CHAD KURTIS: Now all that is left for us to find out is if Casino is going to accept my challenge and make it a ‘Last Man Standing Match’! But Casino ain’t the only piece of business I want to address. I would also like to take this opportunity to talk about our champion, Marcus Marion.

Fans don’t like the mention of Marion’s name either as the chants change to kick both their asses Chad, kick both their asses.

CHAD KURTIS: And that is exactly what I am going to do! Kick both their asses! But I don’t want to get ahead of myself! So we are going to do this right and we are going to do it one match at a time! First Casino at ‘American Anarchy’ then Marion I am coming back after my world title belt!

Chad drops the mic on the mat and slides out of the ring to a huge pop from the crowd.

********

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and will determine the number one contender for the REBEL Pro Aggression Title.

“For The Love Of The Game” by Pillar blears over the P.A. system as the crowd goes POP! Huge reaction for “The Spade” as Duncan Aries makes his way towards
the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred thirty eight pounds, “The Spade” Duncan Aries!

Duncan steps into the ring and stares down the aisle waiting for his opponent. Pillar is suddenly replaced by 12 Stone’s “Anthem For The Underdog” as Jacob
Venar comes out from behind the curtain to an equally huge pop from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro faithful love both these men here tonight. I can’t tell who this crowd is cheering louder for.

COREY TAYLOR: Well that’s because these humanoids don’t realize that these guys are both loser’s and that not one of them deserves this match.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent from British Columbia, Canada, Weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds, Jacob Venar!

Jacob rolls into the ring and stands nose to nose with Aries, both men have an ineffable intensity in there eyes. Alan Stone steps in-between Jacob and
Duncan right before calling for the bell.

DING DING

Aries and Venar lock up in an elbow-and-collar-tie-up, Duncan with a quick go behind hammer lock; Venar reverses with a hammer lock of his own. Duncan
counters with a quick drop toe hold into a side headlock. Jacob gets out with a headscissors, Duncan kips up to get out of the hold and both men are back
to their feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: A classic display of chain wrestling that these REBEL fans don’t get to see often.

Jacob and Aries both nod in respect to each other before locking up again in a Elbow-and-collar-tie-up. This time Jacob takes the lead with a quick arm
drag. Duncan on his feet and answers with an arm drag of his own. Jacob back up only to be met with a dropkick to send him right back down. Venar back
to his feet and ducks a clothesline from Aries; Venar with a spinning wheel kick that gets ducked by “The Spade”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man able to get the advantage so far in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s because neither man is any good.

Both men circling each other in the center of the ring feeling each other out. Neither wanting to be the first man to make a mistake. They lock up again;
Aries whips Venar into the ropes and goes for a back body drop. Jacob lands on his feet to a big POP from the crowd. Aries turns to face Venar only to
be met with a dropkick from the former Bird of Prey. Aries gets back to his feet and receives a knife edge chop from Venar.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Another chop from Venar.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries with a chop of his own.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Venar with a chop.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Venar.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

Aries goes for an Irish Whip. Duncan with a knee lift to Jacob’s abdomen; Venar rolls through it and catches Duncan with a school boy roll up.

One…

Tw… No kick out before the two! Jacob goes for a snap suplex. Blocked by Aries. “The Spade” reverses with a small package.

One…

Two…

Kickout. Both men to their feet. Another tie-up and Jacob with an arm drag quickly followed by a modified armbar. Aries rolls through and goes behind Venar
with a back suplex. Aries quick to press his advantage with a series of quick elbow drops. Aries picks up Venar, sends him into the ropes, and hit’s a
big sidewalk slam. Venar holds his back in pain as Aries is building some momentum in this match. Aries grabs Jacob again, sends him into the turnbuckle
and runs in for a clothesline; no whisper in the wind from Jacob Venar! Jacob crawls over for the cover.

One…

And that’s all he gets as Aries kicks out. Jacob gets to his feet a few seconds before Aries. Jacob with a running Enzuigiri that turns Duncan inside-out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two equally matched men here in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan was right though, what has Jacob done to warrant this type of match?

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh I don’t know, the fact that Jacob has won three matches in a row shouldn’t have anything to do with it.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, you take away those three wins and honestly he sucks.

Venar picks up Aries and connects with a snap suplex. Another quick cover. But Aries kicks out before the one count. Venar hoists Duncan back to his feet
and sends him into the rope with an Irish Whip; Duncan catches himself on the ropes. Jacob comes in with a clothesline that sends Aries to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: When will you realize that you make absolutely no sense?

COREY TAYLOR: Probably around the time your mom realizes all those twinkies she is eating aren’t diet cakes.

Venar runs and leaps with a suicide plancha to Aries on the outside. Aries able to side step last moment and Venar crash and burns. Aries rolls Jacob back
into the ring and steps through the ropes. Aries goes for The Ace Of Spades! Venar rolls out before Aries can get it locked. Both men on their feet and
Duncan Aries hits a hurrinicarana out of nowhere, he follows the move with several stiff shots to Jacob’s head. Duncan hoists Jacob to his feet right before
levelling him with a roundhouse to the side of the head. A cover.

One…

Two…

ThreNO… A kickout by Venar keeps this match going. Aries picks up Venar and levels him with a side russian leg sweep. That move is quickly followed by
an elbow drop across the throat of Venar. “The Spade” takes Jacob by the hair and sets him up in the corner. A big knee lift into the gut of Jacob Venar.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men are putting on one grand clinic.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, it isn’t this often that people get lessons on how to suck and these two men definitely know how to do that. They must have learned from your mom.

Rob reaches over and slaps the headset off of Corey as we go back to the action. Aries puts Venar on the top rope and follows him up. He’s going for a super-plex! Blocked by Jacob! Both men trading blows on the top rope! Aries with a
right, Jacob with a left. Aries with a left, Jacob with a right! Aries, Jacob, Aries, Aries, Jacob… Aries goes down and hit’s the canvas! Jacob wastes
no time with “Spread My Wings”… It connects, cover!

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Ding, ding, ding.

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner, and new number one contender for the Aggression Title, Jacob Venar!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hard fought match by both men, but Jacob able to capitalize on Duncan’s one mistake.

COREY TAYLOR: The only mistake is the fact his daddy didn’t wear a rubber.

The lights go out with Jacob standing and posing on the corner. A voice, sounding just like Darth Vader’s comes over the speakers.

“Duncan…. your wife’s skin…. is… so… sweet looking…”

The crowd gasps, but it is still pitch black in the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: This must be the mysterious man.

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly, do you think?

“Duncan… I can’t wait… to touch her…. to rub my hands… all over… her body…”

Laughter in the speakers.

“Duncan… I will… get… my hands… on her… To prove my point…. here is a present for you…”

The lights come up and at Duncan’s feet is the shirt Taylor was wearing last week when she came out to hug Duncan after his match with Vincent. Duncan picks up the shirt, staring up the aisle, into the crowd, and behind him.

********

ROB MARTINEZ: Back from commercial and we have the two men ready to go at it for the Main Event of the evening.

COREY TAYLOR: There is no way JT’s body can keep up with the conditioning of Chris Casino.

DING DING

The bell rings and JT is immediately on offense with his swinging soupbones heading towards the crafty and cunning Casino. Chris with a duck and swerve taking Whiplash down to the mat with an armdrag. Casino rolls over into a hammerlock on the grounded veteran, who begins to push back up to his feet. Casino taunts him with a slap to the back of his head. JT drops down to one knee slamming an elbow into the midsection of Casino that doubles him over. JT brings him down with a DDT and now The Confederate Copperhead is on offense.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino’s taunting cost him there.

COREY TAYLOR: Not really, I believe he has him right where he wants him.

JT throws down a big forearm, but Casino manages to grab an ankle and pull the wiley veteran off his feet before the shot connects. JT falls backwards, Casino helps him out with a shoulderblock and a shove that sends JT onto his back. Whiplash begins to roll over up to his feet, but Casino is off the ropes with a running knee into his face. JT is back on his back once more, Casino with a knee drop onto the canvas? JT is up, showing the resiliency of his breeding as he throws a wild right soupbone that connects with Casino’s skull. Chris backs up from the contact, holding at the side of his skull, JT shoots up to his feet, he pulls Casino with hiim. Chris throws a right and left combo into Whiplash’s midsection but the veteran shrugs it off.

ROB MARTINEZ: That combo has no effect.

COREY TAYLOR: JT is too drunk to even know he is in pain.

Casino reaches up, grabbing the left wrist shoving it away before he boots Whiplash in the gut, this is successful in doubling him over. Chris with an European Uppercut that backs Whiplash into a vertical base. Casino with a knife edge chop, but JT returns the favor. JT with a second chop, but Casino fires back with one of his own and the crowd gives the obligatory response, no matter who chops here.

JT with a chop. Whoooooo!

Casino with a chop. Whoooooo!

JT with a chop. Whoooooo!

Casino with a chop. Whoooooo!
JT with a right hand breaks up the chopfest, Casino holds at his jaw in surprise. JT fires with another right bone, a third, and Chris is in the ropes. Irish whip sends Casino into the ropes, Whiplash follows to center ring. Casino lifted up for a spinebuster, but he pokes JT right in the eyes and as he falls, a DDT to the canvas. JT holds at his elderly eyes, water streaming from their tear ducts. Casino wipes at his forehead, a bit surprised at JT’s wrestling ability?

ROB MARTINEZ: What a low blow from someone who wanted a wrestling match.

COREY TAYLOR: What is that saying you are so fond of?… Oh yeah, Rebel Pro, No Disqualifications, No Count-outs, and No Bullshit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Smart ass.

Casino pulls Whiplash up to his feet, whi into the corner. Casino charges in, up to the second rope, springboard kick to the back of JT’s head sends him down to one knee in the corner. Casino pulls JT’s head up, chop to the face, punch to the jaw, and a spit right into his face as well. JT is infuriated as he shoves Casino backwards. Off the ropes big boot sends Casino sprawling onto the canvas and scrambling for some protection. JT stalks after Casino, anger boiling off of him in waves. Casino holds his hands up while shaking his head in a plea for some respit. Casino winces as Whiplash stomps down heavily into his midsection, driving the wind right out of Casino’s lungs. Whiplash pulls Casino back up, propping him in the corner. Shoulder to the gut, another, a third and Casino is gasping for air. Whiplash with an uppercut to the mouth of Casino stands him up in the corner, JT with a chop.

Whoooooo!

Another. Whooooooo!

Casino looks to be out on his feet, but JT changes tactics. JT begins stomping away at Chris, doing the mudhole stomp in the corner with his big Confederate boots. Casino is folded back on himself in the corner, but JT pulls him out, looking to the fans. Casino yanks on JT’s trunks, as he lowers himself, and JT’s face is slammed right into the top turnbuckle. Casino is up quickly bouncing off the ropes with a kick right into JT’s ribs. Whiplash holds at his ribs and begins to cough heavily after the force of the blow. Casino pulls JT center ring, smiling out to the crowd while pointing to JT coughing up a lung.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bankrupt 2.0!

Corey Taylor: Out of Nowhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: You idiot, he was setting him up for it as JT was gasping for breath.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but my line sounded better.

Casino makes the cover as Alan Stone makes the count.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing the Demi-Gods… Chris Casino!

“Smooth” hits back up in the speakers as JT is holding at his ribs, Casino looks down on him in distaste before he wipes his hands(as though wiping them clean of the dirty filth that is JT Whiplash).

********

White strobes bathe the arena, followed by the ambulance sirens – as Axl Rose’s voice, accompanied by guitarist, Slash, on the 60′s styled Gibson SG, opens up with “My Michelle” by GNR. The crowd becomes near uncontrollably hostile. Coming out from the back is the Bad Girl Of Rebel Pro Nicole Rhodes. She looks very much like a princess on this evening, sporting a tiara on her head, white sequin full-length gloves, and her hair is tied back in a bun. The World title rest in her hands, she proudly displays the title to the crowd – antagonizing them with it.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’d think we could get through one show with out his pompass presence.

COREY TAYLOR: I for one am glad he is bringing some class to this show.

Behind her, is the owner of the most famous green eyes in the business. Marion is walking with a noticeable limp (still feeling the ladder match effects). The fans try and take a swipe at him, however Marion wisely keeps his distance. Once in the ring, he is afforded a mic. Nicole hangs behind him, with the World title, broad smile and all.

MARCUS MARION: And here I stand, you idiots, still YOUR World Heavyweight Champion. And it wasn’t easy. It sure hurt like hell. But hey, if you’re going to go through hell. I learned a long time ago, you might as well take something back with you.

Appropriately enough, the camera pans on the World title, glistening under the lights, held up by Miss Rhodes. The capacity crowd boos.

What? You are treating me like some common street thug, like some criminal. No, I walked into a foreign environment and, more IMPORTANTLY, I walked OUT still the World Champion. That says nothing critical about my character. If anything, it says that I KEEP my word. Something of a lost art in this day and age. Without a doubt, I have just proven that I am the single GREATEST performer in this company. And where’s our dearly departed brethren Chad Kurtis and The Freak to dispute that fact? I’ll tell you where they are…

They’ve BOTH slunk back into five star mediocrity, too ashamed to show their worthless faces around the main-event scene ever again. And who could blame ‘em? I mean, they talked until they were blue in the face about “paying dues” but I just PROVED that I am the one who REALLY burns the midnight oil. When the chips are down, to steal an addage from Maverick… I don’t surrender. I don’t quit. No, I persevere. I adapt. While I magically pulled another classic out of the hat, for Kurtis and the Freak, guys, lets relive their moments in the main-event, at their most vintage.

Marion cues the AV guys. Megavision comes to life, with grainy footage of the barbed wire ladder match, main-event. “This Moment” by Disturbed plays over the airwaves, then we see shots of The Freak getting tossed off the top turnbuckle by Nicole. We skip a bit and then we see, in slo-mo, the exact moment when The Freak was hurled off the ladder, sending him sailing, neck first, into the guardrail. The live crowd graons…

CROWD: OOH!

MARCUS MARION: Quiet, you’re ruining everything. Keep watching, we haven’t even gotten to the good part.

The Freak’s music cuts off. Now we are treated to “Cocky” by Kid Rock. All of a sudden we see shots of Chad Kurtis. Particularly, we see a shot of Marion savagely beating Kurtis with a steel chair. As the footage treks along, we then see a shot of Marion making a move for the World title. He pulls Kurtis up with him, since they were cuffed, earlier in the match, together. Elbow to the face of Kurtis.

CROWD: BOO! BOO! BOO!

MARCUS MARION: You little brats. It’s quite obvious that you CAN’T follow simple instructions and keep quiet, nor keep still. I guess you are ready to skip all the filler…and get to the juicy stuff, huh? Heh, your wish is MY command.

The footage moves to the conclusion of the match. In a moment, perhaps, that will become famous in the future, we see the exact point when Marion jumped up for the World title, latching on to it, just as the Freak landed a picture perfect missile dropkick to the ladder. The barbed wire ladder nearly destroys the Freak, and Marion lands on top of both opponents while coming down, STILL, to the chagrin of the crowd, World Champion.

MARCUS MARION: That was MY moment. My tour-de-force. Seeing as though the only highlights in the Freak’s or Chad Kurtis’ lives…well, is in their hair, it was only fitting to give you, the fans, your monies worth. Your heroes, starting with Kurtis, have ALL failed you. It’s the truth. I mean who do you have left, Aries? Despite the fact that he prevailed in his little staring contest with Vincent Black, who REALLY thinks he DESERVES a shot at my gold? The man is beneath me, and so will be his children, God forbid one of those bastards catch the wrestling bug. He’s lucky all he got from that old windbag driving the Honda Civic was some colorful language, and not a hit-and-run. So, scratch Aries off the list, what about Whiplash?

Heh, Rebel Pro’s own domestic abuser.

CROWD: JT! JT! JT!

Whatever. Whiplash, how’s it feel to be close to three-hundred pounds and, in a blind rage, nearly killing a stick figure? First and foremost, YOU are a gutless coward. Secondly, you’re damned lucky you aren’t currently sitting in a cage, getting a dildo shoved up your ass. I’ve seen it happen for less, far less, trust me. Spin this HOWEVER you like, but on the incident report, my name wasn’t the one bolded and underlined with italic, saying I commited the MOST heinous of atrocities. While you were being a busy bee running pounds of flesh through walls, making an ass out of yourself, time is money, I had places to go, and people to see.

The crowd boos.

So I see you’ve gone ahead and defended your little belt. That’s nice. But, pal, I hope you DON’T think it’s over. Maverick, all Filth and the Fury of him, is NOT done with you. Your living on borrowed time Whiplash. How long did you think you could keep that pace up? I knew your little pace maker would STOP at some point. I just hoped it would be me stopping it, but Casino stopping it, a Demi-God, is nearly as good.
You are a feel-good, Cinderalla story. A novelty act. You couldn’t sell yourself to science but the “wrasslin” biz took you in, didn’t it? Purely a capatlist decision, I assure you. Face it, it’s not everyday we get to see a nearly fifty year old man get his brains beat in, legally. It makes me SICK to see the sight of you. But what makes me gag even more is the sight of you with Demi-God property.

Your time is almost up. You’re going to wake up from this fairy tale with a hangover, what’s it you like to call people, oh yes, son. A hangover from the night that should have NEVER been allowed to happen in the first place. Since I’ve got enough gold to fill Fort Knox, it won’t be by my hands. But when you DO wake up… guess who is going to be standing over your broken and defeated body, laughing his ass off anyway…

Getting uncomfortably close to Marion’s face, we peer in as he points to himself.

Me.

Marion then throws down the mic. He and Nicole head out of the ring, to the booing of the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now maybe we can close out the show since this arrogant pr…

COREY TAYLOR: I wouldn’t finish that if I were you, Marcus might fire you.

{fade}

CREDITS:
Marion Segment – Christian
Dirty Money Segment – Brion
JT Whiplash vs Chris Casino – Bean
Duncan Aries vs Jacob Venar – Brad
Marina Blue vs The Freak – Brion

September Match of the Month
The Freak Show vs FTC -Underground “Prove Your Worth”

The crowd boos heavily as the combination of Cuzin’ Zeke and Mikey Massacre’s entrances hits the speakers and the Carolinas and World Champion come from the back, their belts around their waists.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety-eight pounds, they are your Carolinas and World Champion respectively, CUZIN’ ZEKE and MIKEY MASSACRE…. FTC!

Mikey and Zeke walk down to the ring, but here comes The Freak and Shut Down to the party. Freak with a steel chair slams it into Mikey’s skull sending him down to the floor. Zeke swings a big right handed haymaker, but Shut Down with a big boot to his gut doubles him over. Shut Down nails the Carolinas Champion with a big right sending him backwards to the railing as the crowd is exploding with cheers.

COREY TAYLOR: Couldn’t these two idiots wait for the match to start?

ROB MARTINEZ: They brought the fight to FTC.

Mikey stumbles up to his feet, Freak with another steel chair shot, Mikey falls to his knees, but low blows Freak right in the crotch with a double fist. Freak drops the steel chair to hold himself. Mikey with a clothesline sends him down on his back. Shut Down swings with a big right, but Zeke ducks under the blow delivering a series of jabs to Shut Down’s ribs and stomach. Shut Down holds at his midsection as Zeke nails him with his trusty horseshoe and Shut Down hits the floor. Mikey lifts Freak up to slam his face into the railing, once twice and a third time. Freak is on woozy street, but manages a right hand to surprise Mikey who is still wearing his belt. Mikey falls back towards the ring. Freak dives forward with a flying right hand sending Mikey to the floor on his rear, Mikey pleads for his assailant to hold on for a minute. Freak is hearing none of this as Zeke and Shut Down come past these two with all four fists flying in rapid fire succession. Zeke connects with a right, Shut Down connects with a right of his own. Shut Down with a left, Zeke with a left, these two big men are pounding away on each other, neither gaining an advantage.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match still has yet to make it inside the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at Zeke kick Shut Down’s A*bleep*.

Freak with a boot to Mikey’s face sends the Heavyweight Champion down to the floor, Freak mounts him with fists flying showing his ground and pound technique. Freak with a right hand to Mikey’s temple, another, and a sharp elbow to the same exact spot again. Mikey rolls Freak over against the railing, using an electrical cord to wrap it around Freak’s throat trying to choke him. Mikey is showing his choke technique from his favorite move set. Freak is struggling against this tactic when Shut Down stomps on Mikey’s face. Zeke is bent over at the waist, red faced and sweaty already in this match. Shut Down charges at Zeke, but Zeke with a capture and spinebuster on the concrete sends him down hard and hurt. Shut Down raises up to place a hand on his lower back. Zeke picks up the steps and drops them on Shut Down’s head, they clatter off his forehead and he is busted open. The crowd is booing the actions of FTC so far in this match. Freak pulls himself up to a vertical base, slamming a boot into Mikey’s head. Freak rolls the World Champion onto the apron and forcefully removes the World Title from his waist and Mikey is in the ring.

DING DING

Newly appointed Senior Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell as Freak hits the ropes with a lionsault onto Mikey, but Massacre able to lift the double knee into Freak’s midsection. Zeke pulls Shut Down up to a vertical base, slamming a fist into his face before rolling him into the ring as well. Zeke climbs onto the apron as well. Mikey rolls over to pull Shut Down up to a kneeling position and grind his knuckles into his forehead wound, ripping the tear further. Shut Down with a fist drives the wind out of Massacre’s sails, but a big boot to the side of his head halts Shut Down’s progress. Shut Down hits the canvas and struggles back to his feet as Freak has rolled out of the ring. Freak is on the outside setting up a table next to the ring apron, and is pulling some other weapons from under the ring. Shut Down is trapped in the corner where Mikey and Zeke are pummeling him with fists and kicks to his body. But here comes Freak to the rescue with a fire extinguisher. He nails Mikey’s skull with the hard part of the fire fighting tool, Mikey drops to the mat. Zeke turns around and is sprayed in the face with the contents of the extinguisher. Shut Down looks up to Freak, a smile on his face. Freak places the nozzle between his legs and steps over Mikey’s face and acts like he is pissing on him as he sprays Mikey in the face with the contents. The crowd laughs and cheers, they absolutely hate Mikey and what he stands for. Here comes Vincent Black and the cheers turn to boos as he pulls Mikey out of the ring. Shut Down goes for Zeke, but Black pulls him out as well. Black looks up at the two men inside the ring and shakes his head in their direction. Mikey is blinded by the fire extinguisher and nails Black with a big right hand, Vincent tries to protect himself, but Mikey continues nailing him with rights and lefts, Black stumbles into Zeke who turns around nailing Vincent with a right hand as well. Black falls to the floor and Mikey’s next right connects with Zeke’s jaw sending him backwards. Mikey follows the sound of Zeke’s breathing and now FTC is fighting each other. Zeke with a big right, Mikey with a big right, Freak and Shut Down just watch. Freak hits the ropes as Mikey and Zeke lock up, Shut Down catches his buddy, heaving him high into the air, over the top rope. Freak lands on all three members of FTC, taking them out. Freak pops up, playing to the crowd with his arms spread. He points to the ring, encouraging Shut Down to do a bit of high flying as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is going on with FTC here?

COREY TAYLOR: They are blinded and have no idea who they were fighting.

Shut Down acts like he doesn’t want to fly, but the crowd and Freak get him to finally nod his head. Shut Down hits the ropes, he propells himself over slamming onto all three members with the biggest body splash Rebel Pro has ever seen!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: We don’t agree often, but… dido.

Freak pulls Shut Down up and the two high five each other when the crowd boos again, here comes Bubba J down to the mix, he is wielding a steel chair, he comes flying around the side of the ring. Shut Down and Freak get ready for battle, but smile as here comes Rex Caliber to the fray. Bubba J turns swinging the steel chair, Rex blocks it with a steel chair of his own. Freak with a quick low blow on Bubba J stops his fight with Rex short. Rex nails the Ragin’ Redneck with the steel, but the blow seens to clear Bubba J’s mind. He gets back up, Rex with another shot, Bubba J simply shakes his head, clearing the cob webs. Rex with another shot and Bubba J is busted open from the steel. Bubba J with a boot, but Shut Down kicks him in the back sending him into Rex who grabs him in a quick belly to belly suplex sending him crashing through the railing. The flimsy protection falls under Bubba J’s weight. Rex grabs Bubba J by the waistband of his pants and proceeds to drag him out of the building. Vincent Black is up, he chases after Rex, limping slightly on his knee, he intends to help out his friend. Zeke with the dented steel chair slams it into Freak’s skull sending the small man into the crowd. Shut Down turns around Mikey slams the top of a ladder into his gut. Shut Down bends over at the waist, Mikey slams the ladder onto his back sending him to one knee. Mikey holds the bottom of the ladder in a wheelbarrow position, swinging it around to slam into Shut Down’s skull. Mikey sets up the ladder, he climbs to the top, he perches there as Zeke lifts Freak onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Zeke powerbombs Freak as Mikey leaps with a leg drop onto Freak’s throat, he connects and it looks like Freak Show are eliminated from this tournament. Zeke rolls Freak into the ring and Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, he dives forward with a Mick Foley type elbow drop, landing perfectly on Freak, he hooks the leg.

One… Two…

Shut Down pulls Mikey off of Freak, keeping their chances to stay in this tournament alive. Reaching in quickly, Shut Down grabs the fire extinguisher as well, he holds the nozzle as he smiles, the blood dripping down his forehead. Freak leans on his partner, to steady himself. Shut Down sprays the stuff into the ring, but Zeke manages to close his eyes just in time and here comes Freak Show rolling into the ring. Mikey stomps down on Freak, Zeke pounds a forearm into Shut Down. Shut Down fights up to a vertical base with a few well placed punches to Zeke’s inner thighs, as Freak takes down Mikey with a single leg takedown. Shut Down whips Zeke into the ropes, he rebounds, Shut Down with a back body and Zeke goes through the table! The fragments fly everywhere as Zeke slams through the table. Shut Down looks over the top rope down to his opponent, he smiles and dulks (Shut Down’s version of “Hulking” up) for the crowd who love it. Freak hollers over to Shut Down, who is eyeing a pretty lady at ringside, before coming over. Freak motions for Shut Down to put Mikey up on his shoulders, Shut Down obliges as Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle. Freak dives off the top rope with a hurricanrana holding it for a pin after he lands.

One… Two… Three.

ROB MARTINEZ: Big Top Insanity!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and advancing to the finals of the Best of the Best Tournament, the team of The Freak and Shut Down… The Freak Show!

The crowd are on their feet as Insane Clown Posse’s “Oddities” blares up for the first time tonight. Freak and Shut Down climb out of the ring, heading over to the announce table where Rob Martinez hands them their box they had placed their earlier in the day. The Freak Show begin passing out Muppet Babies that resemble FTC’s Zeke, Massacre, and Black almost identically. The Muppets have been… modified with some arms being removed, some eyes blackened, and well… other Freak Showish things have been done to Miss Piggy that shouldn’t be mentioned.

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October Match of the Month
Matthew Kurtis vs Duncan Aries-Hardcore Halloween

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite the problems I am having with my partner here, we must move on to the next match. I will do my best to call it by myself.
COREY TAYLOR: And what am I here for, just something pretty to look at?
ROB MARTINEZ: The next match pits a rising Duncan Aries against a new Matthew Kurtis.
COREY TAYLOR: He looks the same to me.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit, with the winner receiving a spot in the HARDCORE TOURNAMENT when
REBEL Pro presents “Misgivings” in two weeks!
A Perfect Circle blasts from the PA. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, mostly cheers, as Duncan Aries makes his way through the curtain. Eyes hidden behind
shades, Aries looks collected and confident…
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-eight pounds… from San Diego California, he is “THE SPADE” DUNCAN ARIES!
Aries hits the ring, ready to go. He takes his shades off and slaps his kickpads, jogging on the spot…
DELICIOUS MEAT LOAF! “The Monster’s Loose” brings out Matthew Kurtis to a rousing ovation. The Southern fans always love their own (unless given a reason
not to, like that jerk Cuzin Zeke). Kurtis only has eyes for Aries as he takes long strides towards the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Weighing three-hundred and twenty pounds… from Wickliffe, Kentucky, this is “THE BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS!
The huge Kurtis steps over the top rope. Kurtis removes his leather duster and adjusts his wrist tape.
ROB MARTINEZ: This will the be the first ever meeting between Matthew Kurtis and Duncan Aries, but before these two even set foot in the ring it’s become
personal, Taylor. Aries of course coming off a dominating win against Marxx at our last even; the confident “Spade” made some pointed comments over the
past two weeks about Matt Kurtis’ lack of success in REBEL Pro, even going so far as to saying Matt’s career was ‘in the gutter.’
COREY TAYLOR: Martinez, is that really up for debate? I’m not a fan of “The Show,” but fact is that while CHAD Kurtis has won every title REBEL Pro has
to offer, multiple times, over the past two and a half years Matthew Kurtis, one of the original REBEL wrestlers, has exactly… zero championship reigns.
Hell, he’s only had four title shots in that entire time.
ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew Kurtis’ personal demons have derailed his championship aspirations multiple times, there is no doubt about it. It seems that every
time “The Bluegrass Badass” starts picking up wins, something ‘happens’ and all his momentum comes crashing down. I think Aries feels insulted by Matt’s
inability to overcome the big one, frankly.
COREY TAYLOR: It’s not as though Aries is squeaky clean Martinez, he showed up last fall and couldn’t handle REBEL Pro Wrestling. He needs to prove over
the next couple months that he’s for real.
ROB MARTINEZ: No doubt about it, Corey, but one thing is for certain: Aries’ remarks hit Matthew Kurtis right where he lives. This is going to be intense,
edgy and heated…
Referee Jimmy Johnson has checked both wrestlers. He bids them to wait in their corners, and then…
CALLS FOR THE BELL!
DING DING DING!
Duncan Aries and Matthew Kurtis meet in the center of the ring, the six-eleven Kurtis with a notable size advantage over the six-three Aries. Aries doesn’t
appear intimidated by the big Kurtis. The staredown continues, then the two men tie-up! Kurtis easily overpowers Aries and shoves him to the canvas. Aries
gets up to one knee, assessing the turn of events with a nod.
ROB MARTINEZ: “The Spade” well aware he can’t hope to match power with Matthew Kurtis; he’s one of the biggest men on the REBEL roster!
COREY TAYLOR: But it’s been proven in the past that size doesn’t matter, Martinez — not in Matt Kurtis’ case!
ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll leave that one well alone.
Another tie-up, no, Aries ducks underneath and lashes out with a high kick right to Matt’s chest! It connects with a *THUD*. Aries quickly attacking with
martial arts strikes, nailing another one. Matt swings, Aries dodges and this time unleashes a solid kick right to Matt’s thigh.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s it, Aries, go for the damaged leg! Matt Kurtis always wears the brace on that left knee, he might as well paint a target on it!
Matt Kurtis is still standing, though. Aries reaches up to throw a forearm into the side of Matt’s head; he hits the ropes and explodes off with a flying
forearm that rocks Matt, but still can’t put the big man down. Aries with another thigh kick, hits the ropes again, Matt attempts a big boot, Aries ducks
it and rebounds off the opposite side, flies with a crossbody…
And is caught in mid-air! Matt Kurtis has Aries in his grips, delivers a crushing back breaker! He doesn’t release the man, however, raising him up and
delivering another backbreaker. Aries hits the canvas, Matt goes for a cover, only gets one. But now he has control of the smaller man and starts throwing
right hands into Kurtis, cornering him. Johnson wants him to take it out of the corner, but Kurtis knows REBEL rules all too well. He delivers a few big
shots to Aries before finally bringing him out the hard way with a scintillating irish whip! WHAM — The Spade hits the turnbuckles like a shot and then
smashes the canvas from the impact. Kurtis comes in and delivers a leg drop to the back of Aries’ head! Cover, two count only.
ROB MARTINEZ: We’re seeing the story of this match unfold… Aries must use his speed and quickness to stay a step ahead of Kurtis, because if Matt gets
his hands on him, he can do a lot of damage in a short span of time.
COREY TAYLOR: Notice Matt Kurtis going for covers early in this match. Beating up Aries might make him feel a little better for a while, but a WIN is going
to mean a lot more for his career.
ROB MARTINEZ: Too early to expect that three-count but stranger things have happened! Aries expending energy just getting out of those pinning predicaments.
Kurtis cinches on a side headlock, keeping things slowed down. Aries starts throwing elbows to the mid-section, getting enough to escape. A reverse spin
kick to the gut knocks the wind out of Matthew and doubles him over enough for Aries to hit the ropes and deliver a dropkick right to the side of the head!
Matt stumbles, still on his feet, and Aries lets fly another kick. It’s caught by Matt but Aries quickly responds with a twist and a kick from his free
leg, knocking Matt to the ropes. Aries comes off looking for a BIG CROSS BODY THAT SENDS BOTH GUYS TO THE FLOOR!
Aries put his own body on the line there in the name of victory, and now he hits some knees into Matt Kurtis’ face. Irish whip, Matt reverses and sends
The Spade into the guardrail! Aries leaps on top of it, then leaps off — TORNADO DDT TO THE FLOOR! “REBEL REBEL!” Kurtis’ head spiked into the concrete,
Aries took a hard landing himself but clearly is up quicker. He grabs the guardrail and starts stomping on Matt’s leg, working to cut the big man down
to size. The fans are into this match, some chanting “LET’S GO ARIES,” others going “BEE GEE EM! BEE GEE EM!”
Now Aries has the problem of getting the big Matt Kurtis into the ring. He manages to get his man up against the ring apron, but Matt catches him with
a sudden right hand.
COREY TAYLOR: Brawling on the floor with Matthew Kurtis isn’t what I could call sound strategy, Martinez.
ROB MARTINEZ: Aries with the difficult task of forcing three-hundred and twenty pounds of dead weight back into the ring, and if Matthew Kurtis isn’t willing
to go… he isn’t going!
COREY TAYLOR: Kurtis doesn’t seem entirely there, Martinez, that Tornado DDT may have knocked him out momentarily. He looks like he’s on dream street.
Aries connects with a strike of his own but Matt ignores it and nails another big right. He leans back against the ring canvas – he does seem like he’s
having a hard time gathering his wits. Could be a concussion. Aries takes another tack, rolls into the ring… BASEBALL SLIDE to the back of Matt Kurtis’
head! Kurtis stumbles forward, now against the guard rail as Aries goes to the top rope. What’s this? HE FLIES OFF! PLANCHA TO MATT KURTIS! BOTH MEN RIGHT
INTO THE FRONT ROW! “REBEL REBEL!”
Aries gets up, telling fans to move. Matt picks himself up as Aries creates space between the two. He gets a run and leaps for a huracanrana… Matt holds
his balance DIVING POWERBOMB INTO THE CHAIR!
COREY TAYLOR: HAVE A SEAT, ARIES!
ROB MARTINEZ: THIS IS REBEL PRO WRESTLING, FANS!
The crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” Both men are down, Matt holding his knee – he hit it on the concrete hard performing the powerbomb. Aries
groans in the wreckage of the chair. Referee Jimmy Johnson is out to check on both men, but there’s not much he can. No disqualifications, no count-outs
here in REBEL! Each man is moving, Johnson doesn’t see a need to stop the match.
Matt is up and pulls Aries up by his feet, dragging him to the guard rail. He lifts the man up in a GORILLA PRESS — over the guard rail and to the floor!
Matt steps over the guardrail with his long legs and picks Aries up, bundling him into the ring. He rolls in himself as Aries gets to his feet… and locks
in a bearhug!
The Bluegrass Badass squeezing Aries with all his might, doing even more damage to the man’s back. He leans down, underneath Aries’ arms to get even more
leverage. Aries in pain, head tilted back as grunts of pain escape his lips. He tries to get a shot at Matt, but Kurtis wrenches him and squeezes harder.
Aries leans back, and the pain appears to be overcoming him. The lights fade in Aries eyes and he goes limp in Matt’s arms. Jimmy Johnson gets in and raises
Duncan’s arm once…
It drops.
Matt holding on, sweat pouring down his face through sheer intensity. Johnson lifts the arm a second time, it drops again.
ROB MARTINEZ: This may be it! Duncan Aries appears to be out…
COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe it, Matt Kurtis may win a big match!
Aries’ arm is lifted a third time…
HE HOLDS IT UP! Aries reaching deep down and trying to find the guts to continue! He’s shaking, the split crowd SO LOUD, Aries claps his arms around Matt’s
ears. Matt holds on, another bell clap! A third! Matt still holding on, Aries with a HEADBUTT. And that one staggers Matt enough for Aries to slip out
— THE ACE OF SPADES! ARIES TRYING TO APPLY THE ACE OF SPADES! He has Matt’s arm and around the head, can he force the man down? NO! BACK SUPLEX BY MATT
KURTIS! He covers…
One, two, kick-out!
Matt shakes his head, trying to get the ringing out of his ears. He limps slightly but has the momentum as Aries tries to get to his feet, using the ropes.
Matt sees his opening! Off the ropes, CLOTHESLINE FROM KENTUCKY — ARIES DUCKS IT! ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Matt stunned! Double thrust to the gut doubles Matt
over and Aries hits the ropes… RUNNING AX KICK! CONNECTS! Matt goes down, Aries rolls him over and hooks the leg!
ONE TWO NO!
Aries rolls with the pinfall, taking Matt back over to his belly and LOCKING ON THE ACE OF SPADES! HE’S GOT IT! Kurtis in the middle of the ring, reaching
out as the crowd alternately chants “TAP TAP TAP / PLEASE DON’T TAP”. Aries reaches back, screaming! Matt reaches out, he’s too far from the ropes. WILL
HE TAP? He makes a fist with his free hand, punches the canvas…
the hand comes up, opening! MATT IS LOOKING TO TAP!
No, he balls the fist up again and tries to fight! Matt lurches to the side, trying to change his position. He can’t make it with his hands…but another
lurch gets one of his long legs close enough to hook under the bottom rope.
COREY TAYLOR: It’s not like Aries has to release the hold, he can’t be disqualified.
ROB MARTINEZ: No, but the referee can refuse to acknowledge any decision made in the ropes! Matt Kurtis isn’t tapping out but Aries is going to have to
release the hold if he wants to win.
Aries squeezes some extra pain out of it before releasing the hold. Matt ends up seated in the corner ARIES WITH A RUNNING BOOT! Right to the face! He
drags Matt out of the corner and covers
ONE TWO KICK OUT!
It’s not over yet. Aries leads Matt to his feet, only to whip him to the ropes. Matt hooks on the top rope to stop his momentum. Aries charges, back dropped
over — no, he lands on his feet on the ring apron! Matt swings, Aries ducks and nails a shoulder thrust through the ropes, then climbs the nearest turnbuckle.
Matt stands up tall and looks for Aries — HURACANRANA OFF THE TOP! Connects! Aries mounts the big man and starts raining down punches. A yell to the
crowd informs them that it’s time for THE CULMINATION. Matt slowly gets to his feet, dazed, and Aries attempts to lift him up.
No good, Matt outweighs him by eighty pounds and Aries back is weakened from the course of the match! Aries has to quit, stepping out with his hand on
his back. He turns around
BLUEGRASS MAFIA KICK! Matt Kurtis explodes out of nowhere! Aries smacks the canvas and an exhausted Matt drops over to cover!
ONE TWO THSHOULDER UP!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know if Duncan Aries could lift Matthew Kurtis on his best day but not tonight with the damaged back! Still, this match continues
even after that sick Bluegrass Mafia Kick! These two putting it all on the line here tonight Corey!
COREY TAYLOR: This is what REBEL is all about, Martinez. These guys are wrestling like it’s their last match, a win would mean so much to either man!
Matt Kurtis gets to his feet. Both men are soaked in sweat and worn down, they’ve beat the hell out of each other. Kurtis signals for it… BLUEGRASS BOMB
comin’ up! He positions Aries and flips him upside down — Aries grabs onto Matt’s head with both arms! What’s this? Right hands! Desperation right here!
Aries manages to get off of Matt’s shoulders and deliver a thudding kick right to the chest of Matt! Another one, another, kick right to the braced knee
of Matt, sending the big man down to one knee. Matt vulnerable, Aries measures him. ROUNDHOUSE KICK RIGHT TO THE HEAD — Matt ducks! Aries off-balance!
GOOZLE! CHOKESLAM — ARIES COUNTERS FOR THE ACE OF SPADES! Matt doesn’t go down however, diving into the ropes, sending Aries onto the apron! Both men
getting up, trading blows, Matt getting the upper-hand of the exchange — until Aries hotshots Matt’s neck off the top rope! Aries goes to the top rope,
leaps off for the huracanrana!
But Kurtis stops the momentum halfway through. With a massive show of power he lifts Aries back up, Aries fighting, Matt grabs the trunks and lifts him
even higher!
BLUEGRASS BOMB!
Kurtis reaches over and grabs a leg as Johnson counts!
ONE TWO THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… MATTHEW KURTIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: We wondered how Matt Kurtis would respond to the jabs of Duncan Aries; would he respond by proving the man right or with fire? I think we
can say that tonight, the fire didn’t flicker, it is lit and burning strong!
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah yeah Martinez, you enjoy your metaphors. But I’ll give credit is due, Matt Kurtis was a warrior tonight; and so was Duncan Aries. There’s
your match of the night right there.
ROB MARTINEZ: No shame in losing like Aries did here tonight, these two beat the living hell out of one another. Aries proved there’s no quit in him, but
he’s not walking out of here with what he really wanted: a win and a spot in the Hardcore Tournament at “Misgivings!” A huge, huge victory for Matthew
Kurtis — and that’s not hyperbole.

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November Match of the Month
Mikey Massacre(C) vs Thomas Young-Misgivings

Fans Bring The Weapons Match
Rebel Pro World Title Match
“Screams of the Undead” die down as “Heavy Metal Machine blares to existence.
JENNY JERSEY: From Albuquercue New Mexico, he stands at six feet even, weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is your Rebel Pro
World Heavyweight Champion… MIKEY MASSACRE!
The music dies down until Mikey steps through the ropes, “I’m A Rebel” hits up as Larry Gordon makes his way through the curtain, microphone in hand. Mikey
looks at the Rebel Pro owner with hatred brewing on his face.
LARRY GORDON: Mikey, I just wanted to let you know, in case that you didn’t get the memo, that tonight’s battle will be for that belt you hold so dear.
Larry turns around not giving Mikey another look.
DING DING
With the bell the match is officially underway and Thomas Young digs into the trashcan full of weapons he brought himself just in case he didn’t like any
of the fans’ weapons. Mikey Massacre on the other hand seems intent on avoiding the use of weapons, especially any brought by the fans, further fuelling
the fans’ hatred of him. Young turns his back to rummage through his arsenal and Massacre seizes the opportunity and jumps on Young and lands several forearms
to the back before whipping him into the opposite turnbuckles. Mikey follows Thomas but Thomas moves out of the way and Massacre crashes into the turnbuckles.
Thomas pulls a Kendo stick out of his trash can and starts to wail on Mikey’s back with it, as the crowd roars their approval. Mikey turns around and gets
cracked on top of the skull with Thomas’ weapon. Thomas quickly goes for the cover but Referee Alan Stone only counts to about one and a half before Mikey
kicks out.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey, love him or hate him, is not going to go down that easy.
COREY TAYLOR: But Thomas Young will go down in flames, winning this tournament.
The two wrestlers make it back to their feet but Thomas is taken down by a hiptoss by Mikey. Who follows up with an armbar which draws the ire of the fans
even more. Thomas makes it to his feet but is taken down again by a short-arm clothesline by Mikey who goes right back to the armbar. The crowd starts
to alternate between “let’s go Thomas”, ‘Mikey sucks”, and “Mikey sold out” chants. Young regains his feet with Massacre trying to remain in control and
going from the armbar to a side headlock. Thomas shoots Mikey into the ropes and as Mikey rebounds he catches full in the face with a cookie sheet and
Mikey goes down. Young follows this up by dropping a cookie sheet assisted elbow on Mikey. Thomas then rolls out of the ring and accepts a thumbtack covered
crutch from a fan and rolls back into the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is reaching out to the fans in this fans bring the weapons. The fans see this as their opportunity to seek some measure of revenge
against Mikey.
COREY TAYLOR: It’s vicious and all but that crutch is a thing of violent beauty. Excellent use of superglue.
Back in the ring Thomas brings the crutch down across the back of Mikey causing Mikey to drop to his knees. Young pulls the crutch back leaving puncture
wounds and a few thumbtacks down Mikey’s back. Thomas brings the crutch down a total of three more times before a kick to the groin by Mikey brings the
attack to a sudden stop. Mikey picks up the crutch where Thomas had dropped it all battered and bent out of shape. Mikey raises the weapon like he’s going
to bring it down across the back of Thomas but instead throws it away and flips off the crowd. The fans return the feeling of Mikey with a shower of boos.
Mikey waits for Thomas to get to his feet and then nails him with a dropkick. Four more dropkicks on Thomas follow and then Mikey starts dropkicking the
air and flipping off the crowd. Thomas brings this display to a halt with a steel chair upside Mikey’s head that busts the champ open. Thomas follows up
with his first actual wrestling move of the match and hits Mikey with a Roaring Elbow. Thomas comes back with a brutal snap Suplex into the now knocked
on it’s side trash can. Both men lay there momentarily stunned.
ROB MARTINEZ: That last move took something out of both men.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah that was stupid by Young. Oooh shiny object in the crowd.
ROB MARTINEZ: Um…okay.
Mikey and Thomas reach their feet at the same time and Mikey hits an Everplex out of nowhere and stumbles to the ropes where he wipes some of the blood
from his forehead. As Mikey looks at the blood a change seems to come over him, he starts to slap and punch himself all over. Mikey then picks up a steel
chair and starts to bash Thomas with it over and over and over again. As Thomas struggles to his feet Mikey goes to the crowd in search of weapons but
where the fans volunteered weapons to Young, Mikey has to fight with them for anything he wants. After a moment of struggling, Massacre comes away with
a nasty looking barbed wire covered fluorescent light tube and quickly takes it back into the ring. Thomas has made it to his feet only to be on the receiving
end of a wicked shot from Mikey’s weapon. Young starts to bleed from the forehead but only goes down to a knee. Mikey picks up his discarded and rather
dented chair and lays into Thomas with it. Mikey tosses The first chair away and grabs up a second. Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle and flips off the
crowd before jumping off with his frog splash variation “the Massacre”. Mikey covers and Referee Stone counts…
One…
Two…
KICKOUT!
As Mikey argues with the ref about the count Thomas claims another weapon from the crowd and slides back into the ring with his barbed wire covered steel
chair. He waits for Mikey to turn around and then…CLANG! Mikey crumples to his knees and Thomas gives him another chairshot for good measure. Thomas follows
up his chair shots with a Running Yazuka Kick as Mikey gets to his feet. Thomas slides out of the ring and brings a table into the ring. Massacre gets
back to his feet as Thomas is setting up the table. Mikey waffles Young with the barbed wire covered chair and throws onto the table and climbs up after
him. Mikey sets Thomas up for a Piledriver through the table but Young fights back and backdrops Mikey off the table. Thomas lands on top of Mikey with
leg drop off the table. Thomas puts the table propped up in the corner and whips Mikey into it and follows him in with a spear that breaks the table in
half and looks to have done the same to Mikey. Thomas pulls Mikey to the middle of the ring and covers him but only gets a two count. Mikey out of desperation
hits Thomas with a delayed Suplex out of nowhere but can’t even make a cover. Thomas Gains his feet first and grabs a kendo stick as does Mikey. The two
of them stand in the middle of the ring and battered each other with the Kendo sticks. Mikey, Thomas, Mikey, Thomas, Mikey, Thomas. Both men exchanging
wicked Kendo shots as they stand toe-to-toe battered and bloody. Finally Thomas ends the stand-off with a kick to Mikey’s crotch and a gut wrench suplex.
Thomas quickly sets up a a chair in the middle of the ring. Mikey slows gets to his feet but a quick kick top the gut puts Mikey into position for an Omega
Driver onto the chair. Thomas covers and Referee Alan Stone counts…
One…
Two…
Three!!!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! We have a new Rebel Pro Wrestling Champion
COREY TAYLOR: This can’t be happening.
In the ring Thomas is ecstatic as his hand is raised in victory.
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner and NNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW REBEL PRO WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION THOMAS YOUNG!!!!!!!
As Referee Alan Stone takes to take the belt into the ring to give to Thomas Young. Mikey Massacre gets in his way and demands the belt. Stone refuses
to give it to him. Mikey hits Alan Stone with a Everplex and grabs the belt and runs away before Thomas Young can reach him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Larry Gordon isn’t going to be happy with Mikey taking the belt and it not being his.
COREY TAYLOR: But it is his.

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December Match of the Month
Scottie Snow & The Phoenix vs Vincent Black & Duncan Aries-MM2009

“Carbomb” hits the speakers as from the back walk the team of Duncan Aries and Vincent Black. The crowd gives a somewhat mixed reaction, not sure how to
take this newly formed team.
JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and seventy-nine pounds, the team of DUNCAN ARIES and VINCENT BLACK!
Duncan and Vincent make their way down to the ring, listening to the mixed reaction; Vincent doesn’t seem to mind and Duncan slaps a few hands.
“Final Countdown” hits up and the crowd is still split in their decision as from the back walk the current Rebel Tag Champions, The Phoenix and Scottie
Snow. Phoenix is walking ahead of Snow and stares at the ring, more specifically at Duncan Aries.
JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing their opponents, the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty-five pounds, the
team of THE PHOENIX and SCOTTIE SNOW!
DING DING
Scottie Snow and Duncan meet each other in the center of the ring, Duncan begs for Phoenix to tag into the match, but all Phoenix does is look back as
he shakes his head. Ducan rushes over to Phoenix, but Snow with a drop toe hold sends him face first into the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Smart move by Scottie Snow there.
COREY TAYLOR: The Phoenix has taught him well.
Duncan rolls over, kick to the back of Duncan by The Phoenix, here comes Vincent Black into the mix. Right hand from the big man sends Scottie down to
the canvas, Phoenix dodges a swinging right and left combo, but Duncan manages to catch the crafty veteran with a knee into the midsection and flip him
into the ring with a vertical suplex. Duncan releases at the mid point of the suplex as Phoenix lands, Vincent is there with a leg drop across Phoenix’s
throat with a leg hook and a pin.
One…
Scottie Snow dives in for a save as he dropkicks Vincent right in the jaw rolling him off the cover. Duncan pulls Scottie back up to his feet, forearm
to the chin, but Scottie with a quick front thrust to Duncan’s thigh with the toe of his boot stops Aries in his tracks.
COREY TAYLOR: What a low blow! Disqualify them!
ROB MARTINEZ: No low blow and no disqualifications here in Rebel Pro.
Scottie turns, locking in a side headlock. Duncan sends him into the ropes. Rebound into a back body sends Snow onto his back. Vincent pulls Phoenix up
to his feet, gorilla press slam onto Duncan’s knee has Phoenix winded again. Vincent and Duncan slap five before Aries picks Phoenix up whipping him into
the ropes. Rebounding Phoenix into a shoulder tackle from Duncan sends them both outside to the floor. Vincent looks over the top rope as he smiles triumphantly.
He turns, here comes Scottie Snow with a flying leg lariat, it has no effect on the big man. Scottie looks up and gulps as Black laughs at the tiny man.
Scottie rebounds, Vincent catches him with a spinning spinebuster that violently shakes the ring. He holds the legs for a pin.
One…
Two…
ROB MARTINEZ: Scottie managing to kick out there.
COREY TAYLOR: Just barely, but yeah he did.
Scottie is yanked up to his feet, Vincent is ticked off, he power whips Scottie into the corner, charging clothesline. Scottie avoids by ducking out os
the way, standing dropkick to Vincent’s back. Scottie with a rollup.
One…
Vincent kicks out with authority. Duncan whips Phoenix into the ringpost, but Phoenix reverses sending Duncan into the hard steel. Duncan’s head rebounds,
Phoenix with a swinging neckbreaker. Rob digs under the chair to pull out a dual set of steel chairs, he tosses one into the ring before sliding in after
it. Vincent is staring down The Panther. Phoenix with a big chair shot to Vincent’s back causes the big man to turn. *WHAM!* another chair shot, this one
to Vincent’s face backs the man up against the ropes. Scottie pulls down the ropes and the third shot sends Black over the top rope to land on his shoulder
on the outside. Duncan rolls into the ring, picking up the discarded steel chair. He dives in at Phoenix, Scottie Snow with The Snow Plow! Phoenix dives
from the top rope with The Ashes and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Vincent pulls Phoenix out of the ring. Massive forearm backs him up against the announce table.
ROB MARTINEZ: I got a feeling this is fixing to be right in our lap.
COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Scottie Snow over the top!
Phoenix sees and drops down to his back as Scottie lands on Vincent with a chair assisted corkscrew plancha. The table disentigrates into a bunch of pieces
as Phoenix pays no attention to Snow and rolls back into the ring. Duncan is getting back up to his feet. Spear from Duncan sends Phoenix to the canvas
where Duncan pummels him with a Lou Thesz press. Phoenix rolls over with a Lou Thesz press of his own and these two are trading punches right and left
here in this match like they are kids on a school playground. Phoenix with a thumb to the eyes, but somehow Duncan manages to block it with a fist into
Phoenix’s chin. Duncan picks Phoenix up, whip into the ropes.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Culmination!
COREY TAYLOR: Damn! It can’t be. Scottie wake up and do your job!
Duncan hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Three.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, the team of Vincent Black and “The Spade” Duncan Aries!
ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, a fairly quick match, but fast paced throughout the entire thing.
COREY TAYLOR: Big moves, fast action, and a slacker in the form of Scottie Snow.

~This concludes the Rebel Pro Best of 2009~

May’s Match of the Month
Underground Presents 05/23/2009
Hardcore Battle Royal

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your present from Owner Larry Gordon and is a Hardcore Tag Team Battle Royal.
The crowd jumps up and cheers.
COREY TAYLOR: Isn’t every match a hardcore match here in Rebel Pro? So what is different?
ROB MARTINEZ: Something is different about this one, but you got to wait for Jenny to announce it.
JENNY JERSEY: There will only be one member per team allowed in the ring at a single time and only after his or her partner is eliminated will the final
member of the team be allowed to enter and compete.
COREY TAYLOR: How?
ROB MARTINEZ: The owner, he actually likes me.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match will receive a future Rebel Pro Tag Team title shot.
The crowd begins to chant for their favorites. Some chant for Night Thyme, some for Dazing Glory, but the majority are chanting for Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.
COREY TAYLOR: Bluecheese…
DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: Let the fun begin.
“The Oddities” by ICP queues up and from the back to a chorus of boos comes one of the new teams to Rebel Pro.
JENNY JERSEY: Now on their way to the ring, THE FREAK and SHUT DOWN… THE… FREAK SHOW!
The Freak begins to toss various weapons into the ring such as a few steel chairs, a couple of tables are slid under the bottom rope, a 2×4, some barbed
wire, thumbtacks, and a case of empty beer bottles. Shut Down motions for The Freak to climb into the ring saying that it won’t be long before he is eliminated
anyways. The Freak shoots him a bird before rolling in under the ring. Shut Down pulls a few strings of firecrackers out of his pocket and finds a roll
of duct tape from under the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: My pick to win this thing.
“Rape This Day” by Tomahawk chops its way through the speakers and from the back walks another new tag team to Rebel Pro.
JENNY JERSEY: The team of JOHNNY MAVERICK AND SPYKE GEIN… THE REJECTS!
Each member of The Rejects brings down a can of black spraypaint to the ring and Spyke rolls into the ring to start the match for his team.
COREY TAYLOR: My pick to win it all.
“Intergalactic” by Beastie Boys queues up to a chorus of boos, no wait it is cheers. Ah hell, it is a mixed reaction for another new tag team here in Rebel
Pro.
JENNY JERSEY: The team of EPOCH and QUANTUM… DEJA…. VUUUUUUU!
Epoch and Quantum walk from the back with Quantum carrying a barbed wire baseball bat and Epoch holding two bowling balls with thumbtacks glued onto it.
They arrive at the ring and Epoch rolls under the bottom rope and he is into the match. From under the ring Quantum pulls out a chain and a wrench used
to set up the ring; he tosses them both into the squared circle.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well?
COREY TAYLOR: Sort of on the fence about this one.
ROB MARTINEZ: The ring is filling up quickly with all sorts of weapons.
“Universal” by Borknagar queues up and the men begin to drool over Lacey Gloria as Dazing Glory walk from the back.
JENNY JERSEY: DERRICK DAZE and LACEY GLORIA… DAZING GLORY!
Derrick is holding a fire extinguisher as he stares into the ring at their opponents. Lacey Gloria is there with what appears to be a make up case. They
both walk down to the ring stalidly and Derrick slides in under the bottom rope to start the match.
COREY TAYLOR: Not a chance.
ROB MARTINEZ: Lacey with a makeup case?
“Tu Veneno” by Natalia Oreiro salsas its way through the speakers in a spicey fashion and the men are still drooling. The only change in the crowd from
the cheers for Dazing Glory’s Lacey Gloria is that the women are screaming for El Rey de Corazones as the men pant like dogs after La Reina de los Mariposas.
JENNY JERSEY: The team of EL REY DE CORAZONES and LA REINA DE LOS MARIPOSAS… CORAZONES Y MARIPOSAS!
El Rey walks down to the ring glad handing fans as La Reina stares into the eyes of Lacey Gloria. La Reina is holding a metal walking cane in her left hand
and a kendo stick in the other. El Rey climbs through the ropes to stare at the other participants in the match; La Reina stares daggers at Lacey Gloria.
ROB MARTINEZ: These two look really confident.
COREY TAYLOR: How can you tell? they are wearing masks.
ROB MARTINEZ: Just look at they way they are walking.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh, I see her walking perfectly fine.
“The Champion In Me” flyes its way through the speakers and from the back comes a running and high fiving duo of Chris Samsonite and Justin Thyme to the
crowd’s delight.
JENNY JERSEY: The team of CHRISTOPHER SAMSONITE and JUSTIN THYME… NIGHT THYME!
Chris is carrying a thumbtack covered kendo stick while Justin is carrying a… kitchen sink? They walk down to the ring as Justin flips over the top rope
and into the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Again… not a chance.
“My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots runs its way through the speakers as from the back, to a standing ovation, walks out Jonothan and Matthew Kurtis.
JENNY JERSEY: JONOTHAN AND MATTHEW KURTIS… THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!
The crowd is giving one of the top tag teams much love and these two are returning it; well, Jonothan is probably trying to pick up some numbers. Matthew
looks over at him and J-Kurt quickly stops motioning for him and his brother canadian pharmacy to continue down. Matthew is carrying a basic steel chair and Jonothan is
carrying his cell phone down to the ring. Matthew stands outside of the ring, with the others, as Jonothan slides under the bottom rope. The ring is surrounded
making this look like a lumberjack match.
COREY TAYLOR: Dumb and ugly are now at ringside.
ROB MARTINEZ: Let Matthew hear you saying that.
COREY TAYLOR: Not a chance.
JENNY JERSEY: And… the fun begins!
Jonothan Kurtis and The Freak immediately begin going at each other with rights and lefts in a corner of the ring. Derrick Daze and El Rey begin to trade
blows as well with vigor and determination to be the victorious team here in this match up. Justin Thyme, Spyke, and Epoch trade blows back and forth among
the three of themselves. El Rey nearly has Derrick eliminated already when Justin comes over to prevent the elimination by slamming a fist into El Rey’s
midsection. Daze where did viagra get its name looks grateful, but perplexed why Justin would help him. Justin with a right hand takes the look off of Derrick’s face and an elbow to
El Rey takes him off guard sending him precariously near the ropes. J-Kurt with a side headlock on The Freak who grabs a handful of thumbtacks shoving
them into J-Kurt’s side. Jonothan gasps in pain and surprise, The Freak digs them in deeper into J-Kurt’s flesh. Blood begins to trickle from the wounds
in his side. Spyke and Epoch are also in a corner, Spyke tring to chew the nose right off of Epoch, for his defense, Epoch delivers a low blow that causes
Spyke to grab at his manhood. Epoch with a running high knee lift sends his head flying up blood trickling from his nose already.
COREY TAYLOR: Blood already in this match and we are less than a minute into it.
ROB MARTINEZ: Is all you care about the pain and suffering of others?
COREY TAYLOR: Nah, I love boobs and money too.
Spyke with a right hand sends Epoch back into the corner with his back slamming into the turnbuckles. Justin is brawling with Derrick and El Rey and for
the moment seems to be getting the better of the two more seasoned stars. The Freak is ripping the flesh of J-Kurt off of his body with the thumbtacks
by dragging them down his rib cage over and over. Bloody red tracks are being dug into his flesh, but El Rey stumbles into The Freak and he drops the handful
of thumbtacks to the mat below. The Freak turns to nail El Rey in the face, but El Rey ducks under the blow sending The Freak backwards with a heartpunch
and The Freak seems to be out cold as he holds at his chest. J-Kurt turns to nail El Rey in the side of his head and he nearly succeeds in eliminating
El Rey with just that one blow; but El Rey catches himself before he is eliminated. Derrick Daze and Justin turn to find Epoch delivering a massive chair
shot onto Spyke’s skull sending the Weird One down to the canvas. Epoch turns as Justin and Derrick charge the chair swinging man. THWACK! THWACK!, both
Derrick and Justin go down in a heap thanks to the steel chair. Epoch turns to find El Rey, The Freak, and Jonothan staring at him. All three charge, but
Epoch is unable to defend himself against all three. off and The Freak manages to eliminate Epoch as he brings the chair down on El Rey’s skull. J-Kurt
takes the oppurtunity to lift the dead weight of El Rey up and over the top rope and two have been eliminated here.
JENNY JERSEY: El Rey de Corazones and Epoch have been eliminated! Quantum and La Reina are now able to enter into the match for their respective tag teams.
ROB MARTINEZ: Two eliminations already in this match.
COREY TAYLOR: And not nearly enough blood.
La Reina takes no time in diving under the bottom rope delivering a low blow to Jonothan Kurtis, spinning on the heel of one foot with a roundhouse kick
to The Freak’s temple and both go down. Derrick Daze gets up to his feet and tries to eliminate Justin by rolling him over the top rope. La Reina pulls
Spyke up to his feet slamming her brass knuckled fist into his skull with sickening pleasure. Quantum grabs her by the back of her mask turning her around
thundering his meaty fist into her nose and a crunching sound is heard. Blood quickly flows from the mouth of her mask and her eyes glaze over as Quantum
slams another fist into her obvious broken nose. Spyke bites La Reina on her leg and her hand goes to her leg just as Quantum boots her in the face. La
Reina goes down and Quantum is on her pounding away as Spyke bites at her leg. Jonothan and The Freak resume their battle from earlier, but Jonothan quickly
gains the upper hand with a fist into the Freak’s mouth. The Freak drops down to one knee and delivers a low blow, but J-Kurt side steps the attempted
low blow slamming a knee into The Freak’s face. He hooks the Freak up, dropping him down with a vertical suplex on top of a table that hasn’t been set
up. J-Kurt wraps the string of barbed wire around his fist digging it into The Freak’s face. Justin picks up the 2 by 4 and swings at Derrick’s head. Daze
ducks under the blow lifting Justin up with a half nelson and eliminates him. No wait! Justin manages, just barely to hold onto the top rope by his right
hand. Derrick sees this and brings down the 2 by 4 on his hand, he loses his grip and falls to the floor.
JENNY JERSEY: Justin Thyme has been eliminated; Christopher Samsonite can now enter the match.
COREY TAYLOR: Only one more idiot to go on that team.
ROB MARTINEZ: I’d like to see you get in there and hang with them.
COREY TAYLOR: No thanks, they get embarrassed enough as it is.
Chris wastes no time in sliding in under the bottom rope and continuing with Derrick Daze. A boot to the midsection causes him to release the 2 by 4, and
the shot with Jonothan’s cell phone to the top of his head sends Derrick down to the mat; the cell phone is no longer any good so Chris tosses it into
the crowd. J-Kurt looks ticked off at his phone being destroyed and slams a fist into Chris’ face sending him backwards into the ropes. Spyke is now biting
on the screaming Quantum’s shoulder and he is biting for all he is worth. The Freak comes over dropping a leg across the back of Quantum’s head sending
his ugly mug into the canvas. The Freak pulls Quantum up to his feet with the biting Spyke still clinging on, he nails him in the face with some brass
knuckles found on the canvas. Quantum stumbles backwards; Spyke uses his position for an inverted DDT and Quantum is down on the mat. Spyke looks up, blood
streaming from his mouth, and dives at The Freak who isn’t ready for this charge. The Freak throws a right hand, but Spyke ducks under the blow delivering
a throat thrust to The Freak and the two begin to brawl like high school students fighting over a prom date. The Freak rolls Spyke over delivering a blow
to Spyke’s crotch that the crazed man doesn’t feel at all. Spyke with a headbutt sends the Freak rolling off of him clutching at his head. La Reina gets
shakily up to her feet and tosses her head from side to side sending blood to land on the canvas. She bends to pick up a steel chair. She brings it down
on Quantum’s skull before turning to nail Jonothan Kurtis and Chris Samsonite with its surface. Derrick Daze has gotten up behind her and is grinning,
she is in perfect position to be eliminated. She seems to sense something as she turns around with a golf shot right to his grinning face. Derrick loses
a tooth levitra free sample coupon in the process as he falls on his back.
ROB MARTINEZ: Sick shot to Derrick’s face.
COREY TAYLOR: Beautiful swing though.
La Reina turns back around intending to take out The Freak and Spyke, but a standing dropkick from Jonothan sends her stumbling towards the ropes and she
is over the ropes, but Lacey Gloria pushes her back into the ring and mouths something about next week bitch. La Reina turns around to say something back
to her when Jonothan charges at her, she swings the steel chair, but J-Kurt ducks under the swing half nelson slam onto the steel chair she was swinging.
La Reina goes limp in Jonothan’s hands and he quickly pulls her up and intends on dumping her over the side. The Freak saves her unintentionally by slamming
the 2 by 4 into J-Kurt’s crotch and he drops the sexy superstar on the canvas to lay in a pool of her own blood. J-Kurt holds at his groin as The Freak
slams a barbed wire wrapped fist into J-Kurt’s face bringing even more rivers of blood into the match. The Freak shoves http://cialiscanada-onlinerx.com/ J-Kurt into the corner, but trips
over the outstretched hand of La Reina. Shut Down hands him the string of firecrackers and duct tape. The Freak with a boot into Jonothan’s midsection
following it up with a even flow DDT. He rolls The Bluegrass heartthrob over onto his back and duct tapes the firecrackers to Jonothan’s manhood. Biting
the duct tape to tear it off from the roll, he motions for the lighter, and Matthew has seen enough. He runs over, but it is too late as The Freak has
the lighter and lights the fuse.
ROB MARTINEZ: This… could be bad…
COREY TAYLOR: Could be? It is going to be awful for his love life over the next couple of weeks.
Quantum and Spyke are back up and at each other’s throats. Spyke with a eye gouge as Quantum delivers a big time bell clap to his head. Spyke goes down
as Quantum holds at his eyes. Quantum boots Spyke in the face and he goes down on his back. Christopher Samsonite springs from a steel chair delivering
a front kick to Quantum that sends him into the corner face first. Chris turns around, proud of himself, to find a charging Derrick Daze coming straight
for him. Chris ducks under the attack and back body drops Derrick over the top and to the floor below.
JENNY JERSEY: Derrick Daze has been eliminated; Lacey Gloria can now enter the match.
Lacey slides her makeup case into the ring and quickly follows in behind it. She kneels beside the downed La Reina and pulls out a bottle of red iodine
and pours the entire contents of the bottle into the gash on La Reina’s arm. La Reina wakes up immediately screaming from the pain and slamming a fist
into Lacey’s face. Lacey falls back from the unexpected blow holding at her cheek. Lacey pulls her hand back from her cheek and notices blood. La Reina
laughs at the shocked expression on Lacey’s face and throws another right hand into her face, she has the barbed wire in her hand! Lacey falls back this
time, blood streaming from the wound in her cheek. The firecrackers on Jonothan Kurtis go off with a loud bang and a scream as Jonothan is bleeding profusely
from in between his legs and The Freak makes an easy time of eliminating J-Kurt from the match.
JENNY JERSEY: Jonothan Kurtis has been eliminated; Matthew Kurtis can now enter the match.
Matthew looks up into the ring and delivers a knee into Shut Down’s face before climbing into the ring and heading straight for The Freak, who is watching
the two women brawl. Medical personnel rush down to the ring to check on Jonothan Kurtis, but immediately begin to beat the holy hell out of J-Kurt. Matthew
turns to find this going on and quickly climbs through the middle ropes jumping down on one of the attackers. He throws the attacker into the guard railing
and the other two rush away toting their hurt compadre with them. Real Medical Personnel come down to the ring and treat Jonothan carrying him to the back
on a stretcher. Before he leaves, he points to Matthew and makes a belt gesture around his waist; Matthew nods before climbing back into the ring. The
Freak is still watching the two women brawl back and forth, but The Freak is also digging through the makeup case finding things to use. Quantum and Spyke
are still battling back and forth on the ropes. Matthew with a Mafia kick sends Spyke flying over the top rope to land in a heap on the floor.
JENNY JERSEY: Spyke Gein has been eliminated, Johnny Maverick can now join the match.
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think I’d mess with Matthew Kurtis right now.
COREY TAYLOR: Why? The bigger they are the harder they fall.
Johnny slams a steel chair into Chris Samsonite’s skull and one of the members of Night Thyme is down on one knee. Johnny swings again and now Chris is
on the canvas blood pouring from the gash on his temple. Johnny swings the chair at Matthew Kurtis, but Matthew merely slams a fist into the steel which
slams it back into Johnny’s face. Matthew walks to behind The Freak and spins the unsuspecting man around. The Freak looks up in horror at the man who
is standing above him. The Freak throws salt into Matthew’s face, but Matthew side steps the spray of salt. The Freak backs up and Matthew grabs him by
the throat and lifts him up above his head. Shut Down is ready on the outside to enter the match. Matthew deposits The Freak over the top rope and to the
floor and spins ready for the confrontation with Shut Down.
JENNY JERSEY: The Freak has been eliminated, Shut Down can now join the match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew is a man on a mission here.
COREY TAYLOR: He is upset because he isn’t getting any and everyone else is.
Shut Down steps over the top rope, he bends down to pick up a steel chair and a second. He holds one in each hand before tossing Matthew Kurtis the other.
These two men stare down each other. La Reina wraps the barbed wire around Lacey’s throat as they both stand in the corner. Lacey is throwing rights and
lefts for all she is worth, but La Reina is holding for all she is worth. Lacey with a boot to her gut and La Reina releases the barbed wire slightly.
Lacey with a elbow onto La Reina’s back sends her down to one knee. Quantum and Johnny Maverick are going toe to toe in the opposite corner as Matthew
and Shut Down still continue to stare daggers at each other; neither man moving an inch. Chris Samsonite pulls himself up to his feet and begins to set
up tables in the ring. He sets up one in the middle of the ring beside Shut Down and receives a boot to his ribs for the effort. Chris stumbles to the
side holding at his ribs, but plants the other table in the corner in a leaning position; he has a plan, but will it play out in his favor? Lacey wraps
the strand of barbed wire around La Reina’s wrist and pulls her toward her oncoming fist. La Reina holds once again at her broken nose and at the bloody
wrist on her left arm. Lacey with a spinning elbow into a spinning backfist sends La Reina over the top rope. La Reina manages to hold on and skin the
cat, but a steel chair to her face sends her toppling over the top and to the floor.
JENNY JERSEY: La Reina de los Mariposas has been eliminated. Now only six teams have representatives remaining in this match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Slowly but surely they are being narrowed down.
COREY TAYLOR: I see now why you make the big bucks.
Lacey isn’t finished as she climbs through the ropes to the outside but not before grabbing her case of toys and weapons. She pulls out the can of lighter
fluid and a book of matches. She squirts the fluid all over La Reina and makes a stream of the fluid on the padding at ringside. She lights the string
of fluid, but just as it reaches La Reina, she puts it out with a fire extinguisher. La Reina looks up, almost grateful, as Lacey blows the stuff from
the fire extinguisher into her face and them slams the extinguisher into La Reina’s broken face. Lacey gets down into La Reina’s face and mutters, “I could
have done it love, I could have ruined you for life. Remember that next time…” She slaps La Reina, who is unconscious before sliding back into the ring
fire extinguisher in hand.Chris pulls himself up and stumbles to the middle of the ring, the fire extinguisher takes him down easily enough. Chris is now
a bloody mess, Lacey looks at the two behemoths in the ring who are still staring at each other. They finally stop staring at each other as their individual
steel chairs clang together with a resounding clang. Matthew drops his chair, Shut Down drops his as well. Right hand from Matthew right hand from Shut
Down and these two aren’t holding anything back now. Boot from Matthew, European uppercut from Shut Down rocks Matthew back. Shut Down charges at Matthew,
he lifts a boot into the face of Shut Down and the man falls back on the table. Matthew climbs to the middle turnbuckle, but Chris dives from the top rope
sending Shut Down crashing through the table as well as himself. Not wanting to waste this oppurtunity, Matthew dives with a elbow smash through both men
on the canvas. Matthew holds at his forearm which has somehow gotten barbed wire entangled in his flesh. He lifts Chris Samsonite to his feet and tosses
him over to the side near Johnny Maverick. Maaverick with a low blow and Lacey with a spray to Quantum from the fire extinguisher sends him far into the
corner. Lacey charges with the fire extinguisher, using it like a clotheslining weapon, and sends Quantum over the top rope to the floor below.
JENNY JERSEY: Quantum has been eliminated; that leaves five teams remaining in this match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Who will walk out of this match with a shot?
COREY TAYLOR: Who will just walk out of here?
Johnny Maverick walks over to the nearly unconscious Chris Samsonite and pulls him to his feet. He pulls one of the empty beer bottles from the suitcase
and breaks it across Chris’ forehead slicing him open. Johnny sets up the unused chair in the match in a seating position before placing the remaining
beer bottles in the suitcase on the seat of the chair. He puts Chris up on the top turnbuckle and follows him upwards. He bell claps Chris before grabbing
his head in his hands and jumping backwards driving Chris’ face through the empty beer bottles and breaking the seat of the steel chair with his face.
Chris flops around for a moment before getting extremely still and motionless. Medical personnel rush down to the ring, but are powerless to enter into
the match. Matthew pulls Shut Down from the wreckage of the table where Lacey slams the fire extinguisher into the back of his skull in a swinging motion.
Shut Down stumbles forward into a belly to belly suplex that sends him crashing through the table leaning in the corner. That particular table shatters
into a million pieces upon impact and Matthew gets up smiling from the action. He turns around to be met with the swinging pendulum that is the fire extinguisher.
He ducks under the blow, but his skull is cracked on the backswing and he goes down. Johnny pulls Chris’ face out of the mess and shards of glass stick
to his face as blood literally pours in rivers down his face. Johnny has no trouble eliminating the unconscious Chris over the top rope and eliminating
him.
JENNY JERSEY: Chris Samsonite has been eliminated. Only four teams remain in this match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Did you see his face?
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t you mean what remains of it?
Matthew Kurtis rolls out of the ring and retrieves the two thumbtack covered bowling balls before rolling back into the ring. He kicks a clear path in front
of Shut Down before rolling a perfectly straight ball right into Shut Down’s crotch; Shut Down… yells out in pain.
ROB MARTINEZ: 7 – 10 split there.
COREY TAYLOR: That isn’t funny at all.
Shut Down tosses the ball to the outside just then, Matthew releases the spare ball that picks up that 7 – 10 split in a painful hurry. Shut Down tries
to remove this pain from in between his legs, but Lacey Gloria sprints around Matthew Kurtis with a baseball slide dropkick that sends the ball even further
into the gutter. Matthew laughs, but it is cut off by Johnny Maverick slamming the barbed wire covered baseball bat into Matthew’s skull. Matthew’s eyes
roll up into the back of his head and he falls down to the canvas in a heap. Johnny Maverick with another swing that connects with Lacey’s skull, this
time. For good measure, he slams the bat into Shut Down’s pain filled face and the carny turned wrestler, goes limp from the pain. Johnny Maverick stands
tall in the ring with the other four competitors lying there on the canvas.
COREY TAYLOR: See, my pick is standing tall.
ROB MARTINEZ: Which one of your picks?
COREY TAYLOR: My pick to win.
Johnny goes over to Shut Down and pulls the big man up to his feet and proceeds to eliminate him from the match and make his job that much easier. Lacey
digs through her case and pulls out a dinner fork, she pulls herself up to a vertical base. Leaping into the air, she drives the fork deep into Johnny
Maverick’s shoulder and the redneck hating wrestler screams out in pain as the fork digs into his flesh. Johnny turns around and Lacey drags another fork
down Johnny’s chest digging grooves into his skin from the pressure. Johnny is tring to remove the fork out of his shoulder, but it is just out of reach.
Shut Down is leaning on the ropes and pulls the fork out of Johnny’s shoulder, but slams it back into his flesh again repeatedly making Johnny look like
a bloody piece of meat. Matthew gets back up on the opposite side of the ring and Shut Down is there with a fork slamming it into Matthew’s chest bringing
a trickle of blood from the puncture wound. Johnny is still screaming from the pain as Lacey grabs his ankles and tosses him over the top rope and to the
floor. She turns around and is nailed in the throat with a clothesline from Shut Down which eliminates her over the top rope as well.
COREY TAYLOR: Damn!
ROB MARTINEZ: You can’t say that on television.
COREY TAYLOR: Just did, didn’t I?
JENNY JERSEY: Johnny Maverick and Lacey Gloria have been eliminated. The final two combatents remaining in the match are Shut Down and Matthew Kurtis!
Shut Down with a huge right hand sends Matthew stumbling backwards into the ropes. Shut Down with a clothesline sends Matthew nearly over the top, but Matthew
uses his weight to keep himself on the right side of the ropes. He leaps at Shut Down taking him down with a shoulder block. Matthew rolls over bringing
a kendo stick up with him, he swings downwards in a big arch breaking the stick with one blow over Shut Down’s head. The crowd is loving Matthew Kurtis
being on top in this match and are showing him the love he deserves. He picks Shut Down up throwing him towards the ropes. Matthew leaps with a Mafia kick,
but Shut Down ducks under the kick. Matthew is slammed down to the canvas on top of the shards of broken beer bottles with a spinebuster and Matthew grunts
from the glass digging into his flesh. He rolls over as Shut Down rolls up to his feet as well. Climbing through the ropes, Shut Down grabs an aluminum
trashcan fron ringside that is full of trash and tosses it inside of the squared circle; most of the trash actually remains inside. Shut Down tosses in
the metal walking cane and chain and rolls into the ring. Matthew is up, but his back is to Shut Down; he spins on his heels. Shut Down with the metal
walking cane to Matthew’s head sends him backwards. Kurtis hits the ropes, back body drop onto the top of the trashcan and it squashes into a pancake.
Shut Down mouths “damn” before trying to put the trashcan into its former shape. After he gets it somewhat resembling a trashcan, he places it over Matthew’s
head and swings the metal cane. Matthew ducks ramming forward taking Shut Down with online viagra a weird looking battering ram, but effective. Matthew removes the trashcan
canadian pharmacy safe and looks out to the crowd for some sort of approval.
COREY TAYLOR: Come on, no one wants to see you do anything.
ROB MARTINEZ: I would say that these fans beg to differ.
Matthew slams the can over Shut Down’s head before swinging the cane himself, it folds and Shut Down stumbles into the ropes blindly. Matthew spies the
chain and wraps it around his fist, about three feet hang down to the mat. Kurtis swings, the can dents even more and Shut Down begins to stumble even
more. Another right, another! Shut Down is still on his feet though, but mostly because he keeps bouncing into the ropes. Matthew drops the wrapped portion
of his chain, grabbing the hook on each end, he swings it like a pendulum. The chain connects with the exposed ribs of Shut Down and he stumbles into the
corner, another shot to the ribs, and a third. Matthew is going to town on this unfortunately blinded man, but he can’t seem to get the trashcan off of
his head. Matthew spins him around, lifting him to the top turnbuckle with a bit of effort. Wrapping his arms around his midsection, Matthew grunts and
Shut Down is slammed into the weapon strewn canvas with a top rope super belly to back superplex. Matthew rolls over onto his feet, hits the ropes, and
drops a leg onto the trashcan. He yanks Shut Down up to his feet and removes the trashcan from around his upper body. Shut Down slams a handful of ketchup
into Matthew’s face temporarily blinding him. Shutdown with a fork into Matthew’s cheek, he screams out in surprise and pain. Shut Down with a right hand,
another, and a third. Matthew is off guard and stumbling around still being blinded by the catch up. Shut Down whips Matthew into the ropes and Mack and
Trix pull down the top rope allowing the ketchup blinded Matthew to land on the floor.
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Matthew Kurtis has been eliminated; winner…. Shut Down!
COREY TAYLOR: My pick wins!
ROB MARTINEZ: One of your many picks to win this match.
COREY TAYLOR: Do us all a favor and shut up.
Shut Down stares down at Young Money Mack and Young Money Trix on the floor as they begin to stomp and kick the crap out of Matthew Kurtis, who obviously
landed on his head. Over at the announce table, Corey Taylor is jumping up and down while clapping.
Jonothan stumbles from the back as Chad rushes down the aisleway to where Mack and Trix are at. Looking up, they notice the intrusion to their fun and quickly
make their way out through the crowd. Chad and Jonothan help Matthew up to his feet and the three walk backstage.

——–

June’s Match of the Month
Rex Caliber vs Shut Down American Anarchy 2009

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is scheduled for one fall!
Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs pick their way through the speakers at as the crowd explodes with cheers for one of their favorite wrestlers. Through the
curtain , horseshoe in hand, is the lovable Cuzin Zeke.
JENNY JERSEY: The special guest referee for this match, from Turkey Cross Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds…. CUZIN ZEKE!
The Insane Clown Posse’s “Oddities” cues up. Through the curtain, with The Freak next to him, is Shut Down. There is a mix of booing and uncertainty from
the fans. He is wrestling one of their favorites but some aren’t quite ready to boo the biggest man in REBEL Pro history quite just yet.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first competitor, from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in at three-hundred and fifty pounds… SHUT DOWN!

The Freak and Shut Down hand out adult related balloon animals, the parents in the crowd begin to boo their actions, but the teenagers in the crowd just laugh and begin sword fighting. Before the first second of “More Human Than Human” cues up, the fans are to their feet! “The Nexus One” emerges from the curtain, acknowledging the roar
of the crowd as he marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on his HUMUNGOUS opponent.
Just a few weeks ago, Rex Caliber took down the Bluegrass Badass. But this week he faces an even BIGGER opponent if it can be believed… Shut Down! Not
only that, but Shut Down is one-half of the number one contenders to the REBEL Pro tag team titles, so these two will likely meet soon for the straps!
They circle each other as Zeke tells them his instructions.

DING DING!

We’re underway. Shut Down explodes with a big knee to the gut. And forearm shots to the back of the first-ever REBEL Pro World Champion. Rex stands up,
blocks a punch. Blocks another. Fist to Shut Down. Another! Rex runs back off of the ropes, Shut Down with a Big Boot that he ducks underneath. Off of
the opposite ropes, big clothesline to Shut Down! No effect! Off of the ropes again. This time Shut Down ducks the clothesline. They lock-up and Shut Down
forces Rexy into the corner. Fist! Fist! Fist! Irish whips him across the ring and charges in… but Rexy is up and off the turnbuckle with a flying back
elbow that takes the big man down! Rex with a quick cover but to no avail. Rex locks in a headlock, trying to take the winds out of the sails of this much
bigger boat! It appears to work for a moment but Shut Down begins to climb to his feet. As he rises, he elbows Caliber in the gut once… twice… third time
is the charm! Shut Down off of the ropes but Caliber with a drop toe hold! The big man falls onto his face! Caliber grabs both of Shut Down’s legs… Double
Knee Stomp! This is same strategy he utilized in his match against the biggest Kurtis! It worked then so it makes sense to use it now!
Shut Down slowly gets to his feet only to be dropkicked down to the mat by Caliber! Another Double Knee Stomp! Shut Down has trouble standing while Rex
goes outside for the steel chair he promised! He swings it across the back of Shut Down as he attempts to stand… but Shut Down does not fall! He turns
around, Rexy swings it… caught by Shut Down! He cracks it over Rex’s head! He tosses it to the side, picks up Rex, whips him off of the ropes… catches
him a spinning sidewalk slam! And a cover!

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut Down with a cover.

COREY TAYLOR: And an easy victory.

ONE!

TWO!
NO DICE!
Shut Down is back up with Caliber in tow. Smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Again! Brings him across the ring… into another ‘buckle! Whips him from
one corner to the other… follows in with a huge splash! Rex staggers… right into a BIG scoop and slam! Shut Down seems to be waiting for Caliber to stand,
stalking his prey… Caliber up to his feet, Shut Down runs in with a huge big boot that nearly takes the Tag Team Champ’s head off! Cover!

ONE!

TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: That big dumb hick can’t even count to three and they are expecting him to be a referee?

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is beloved by the fans.

Caliber is struggling to get to his feet. Before he gets the chance, Shut Down locks in his Full Nelson! He is using his massive arms to push down on Rex’s
neck which was already loosened by the Big Boot. This is his finishing maneuver and he knows just how to apply it to maximize the amount of pressure! Rex
gritting his teeth, telling Zeke there is no way he is going to submit. Rex battling his way to his feet, using the strength of his legs since his arms
are forced behind him by the maneuver. Finally his knees lock! He jumps backwards… backflip and lands behind Shut Down! Shut Down spins around, right into
an inverted atomic drop! Rex runs off of the ropes… Running Bulldog! Before Shut Down has a chance to get up, Rex hits him with a Springboard Spinning
Leg Drop! His training with The Show was reflected right there! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Counting slow only moments before, the idiot counts extremely fast there.

ROB MARTINEZ: Make up your mind, can he count or can’t he?

Caliber gets to his feet. He’s going for that steel chair again! Shut Down slowly gets to his feet… Caliber clips his knee! And he brings the chair down
on his knee! Again! He puts the giant’s knee in the chair. Caliber goes outside the ropes to the corner of the apron. Rolling senton onto the CHAIR onto
the KNEE! Shut Down is screaming in pain holding his knee. Rex is holding his back; that move wasn’t without some sacrifice! Rex grabs the chair, yelling
for Shut Down to stand up, challenging him to stand eye-to-eye with him (or as much as possible, given the height difference.) Shut Down tries to stand
but is having trouble. Shut Down stands. Rex pulls back with the chair… but The Freak runs in the ring and steals the chair out of his hand! Rex chases
him for a second, which is just enough time for Shut Down to run in with a lariat to his back that sends him down! Shut Down now stomping on Rex with his
bad leg, standing on his one remaining good one. He picks Rex up, hobbling a bit, but able to do so. Hoists him up… Gorilla Press! He holds him up high
even though he is only standing on ONE leg! And he DROPS him! Rex hits the mat hard!
Now Shut Down is picking him up again. Same position! He holds him up high, walks towards the ropes… and throws REX CALIBER into the CROWD!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

COREY TAYLOR: Did you see the power of Shut Down there?

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah, Rex flew fifteen feet.

The fans are patting Rex on his back, helping him to stand, encouraging him to get back in the ring. He makes his way through the crowd, grabbing a steel
chair on his way! Shut Down grabs the chair in the ring. They stand mid-ring, their chairs in their hands. CLASH! They begin swinging their chairs at each
other, parrying back and forth, neither able to get the other one. Rex ducks a chairshot, he jabs his into the gut of Shut Down! Again! Shut Down doubles
over. Rex off of the ropes… running chair shot! Off of the other ropes… a second and Shut Down FINALLY goes down! Rex holds his chair in the air to the
cheers of the fans! He drops the chair and waits for Shut Down to get to his feet. Shut Down struggles but manages to get up. Rex gets behind him, hooks
him… Release German Suplex to the BIG MAN! Cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Another fast count from Zeke.

ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke is not counting slow, he is counting fairly.

Rex pulls Shut Down up. He’s dragging him towards the turnbuckle. He tries to get the big man up on the turnbuckle! He’s going for Total Annihilation on
the three-hundred and fifty pounder! Shut Down with big back elbows! A big headbutt to Rex! Seizes him by the throat… Double-Handed Choke Bomb on Rex Caliber!
Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: Are you honestly going to tell me that you cannot tell a difference in the way he is counting slow each time Shut Down is covering Rex?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t see a difference.

COREY TAYLOR: The idiot can’t count right, I mean he goes after the tag belts instead of the World Title.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Mikey is distraught about being chosen as Zeke’s partner.

Shut Down gets up, holding Rex in tow. Irish whips him… Running Spear to Rex! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!

COREY TAYLOR: I can understand, would you want to team with Zeke?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d be honored.

Shut Down looks like he has yet to face anyone as tough as Rex Caliber in his young wrestling career! He locks in the Full Nelson, again trying to make
the Nexus One submit! Zeke is checking on Rex, asking him if he wants to submit but he is shaking his head no! Rex battles up to his feet. Back kick to
Shut Down but he keeps the Full Nelson locked in! Another! A third! But it takes a fourth to break it! Rex drops out of it, grabs a chair from the mat
and jumps up and nails Shut Down with it! AGAIN! Shut Down falls to the ground. Now he’s… he’s locking in the Rings of Rex! On the big man! On SHUT DOWN!
Zeke goes down to see if Shut Down is going to tap out. Shut Down is shaking his head no, saying no, but how long can he stand the pain?
Mikey Massacre runs down to ringside, his barbed-wire wrapped 2×4 in his hand!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zeke jumps up to stop Mikey from entering the ring, yelling at him to leave. Mikey gives him the middle finger, runs past him… swings it right at Caliber’s
head! Caliber falls to the ground! Shut Down begins to sit up… and he feels the 2×4! Zeke rips the 2×4 out of Mikey’s hand. They are hollering at each
other!

ZEKE: I don’t want to have to hit my tag team partner, but I will if I have to!

MIKEY: Go ahead, Zeke! Go ahead! Do it! Do it!

Zeke raises his arm… but spins around and clubs the rising Caliber with the 2×4! The same for Shut Down! Mikey and Zeke give middle fingers to the crowd
and laugh at them!

ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT! ZEKE SOLD OUT!

Mikey grabs the 2×4. Zeke is going up top of one turnbuckle. Mikey is going on top of the other! Simultaneous splashes: Mikey’s Sellout with the 2×4 to
Caliber and Zeke’s Mudpuddle to Shut Down!
The two raise their arms in the air then leave the ring to massive booing. Caliber and Shut Down are not moving and there is no referee… what is to happen
to this match? REBEL Pro is no-disqualification, and besides, BOTH were attacked. Dale MacDonald runs to the ring and checks on both men. They are now
slowly stirring. He says something to Jenny Jersey.

JENNY JERSEY: Dale MacDonald has ruled… that the match WILL CONTINUE!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn that Zeke!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke is the man!

ROB MARTINEZ: How can you say that after all the bad things you had to say?

COREY TAYLOR: You definitely need to clean out your ears, you didn’t hear me say anything bad about one of the most brilliant men in Rebel Pro history.

Both Caliber and Shut Down are down, perhaps neither aware of what MacDonald’s ruling was. Caliber is the first to stir, differenza tra viagra e cialis then Shut Down. They are across
the ring from each other, using their respective ropes to slowly climb to their feet. They get up at the same time and turn around to look into each other’s
eyes. Then they charge across the ring at each other. A collar-and-elbow! They struggle back and forth. Finally Shut Down powers through with a side headlock.
But Rex gets behind him… belly-to-back suplex!

REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX! REX!

Both men are out of it. That move took everything out of both competitors. Slowly they both stir and get to their feet. Rex runs at Shut Down… kick to
Rex’s gut! Shut Down with a right hand! And he seizes Rex’s throat with both hands. It’s time for another Two-handed Choke Bomb! No! Rex elbows out of
it! Rex with a roaring elbow! Another! A third! Shut Down is wavering. Rex runs off of the ropes… right into a Big Boot from the big man! Shut Down stalks
Rexy. He picks him up. Power bomb! NO! He gets him up but Rex reverses into a HUGE DDT! Shut Down’s skull hits the mat then he flips over, shaking the
entire ring!

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

Both men slowly getting to their feet. Caliber up first. And he grabs a steel chair. He unfolds it and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Now he’s walking
over to Shut Down. He HOISTS HIM UP! REX HAS THE LARGEST MAN IN REBEL PRO HISTORY UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

COREY TAYLOR: Can anyone say… RRROOIIDS?

ROB MARTINEZ: I happen to know Rex and that is pure hard work paying off there.

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER on the OPEN CHAIR!
And a CEREMONIAL COVER!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

COREY TAYLOR: DAMN!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was a hard fought match.

A hard-fought contest between both men interrupted by Zeke and Mikey and then a second hard-fought contest to declare a winner!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “THE NEXUS ONE” REX CALIBER

The fans are to their feet, cheering on their arguably favorite superstar in REBEL’s storied history! He nods at Shut Down, showing him a sign of respect
as The Freak helps the big man to his feet.

The crowd begins to boo as Young Money’s Jer$ey, Mack, and Trix make their way through the curtain to stand at the beginning of the entrance way; Shut Down and The Freak stand there along side Rex.

*WHAM!* Rex is leveled with a steel chair and is out cold in the ring. Shut Down and The Freak turn to find Bubba J standing there with a steel chair in hand. He shoots the two a bird, *WHAM!* The Freak and Shut Down are nailed with identical golden baseball bats and are unconscious inside the ring. Young Money is standing tall inside the ring along with Bubba J.

COREY TAYLOR: These four have been seen together recently on the airwaves.

ROB MARTINEZ: That son of a bitch always has to attack from behind!

Bubba J motions to Jer$ey’s black case and the head honcho of Young Money hands it over to Bubba J, who promptly opens it up to reveal a propane torch and a metal iron in the shape of two “R”s back to back. Bubba J begins to laugh as he stomps on the back of Rex’s head to keep him down. Mack tosses him a lighter and the Ragin Redneck flicks the ligheter and the torch is brought into existence. He motions to Trix and Mack to hold Rex still, as he heats up the branding iron.

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t do this, someone help!

COREY TAYLOR: Rex wants tattoos, Bubba J is going to give him one.

Bubba J begins to laugh wildly, a bit like Inferno, as the iron is red hot now. The crowd is chanting.

“Show! Show! Show!”

But no Chad Kurtis is coming out, Mack and Trix hold Rex as Bubba J makes sure the iron is red hot. He motions for them to hold his arm out, the forearm specifically.

“SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!”

Still no Chad Kurtis! Rex awakes with a scream as the sound of his flesh sizzling and the red hot iron is forced into his skin. Trickles of smoke rise up from the skin as Bubba J forces the iron down further into the flesh there. Trix and Mack drop Rex to the ground and he rolls around in agony as Bubba J drops the iron. Mack and Trix walk over to where Bubba J is standing and rais their hands up for a high five.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is just sick!

COREY TAYLOR: Beautiful Bubba J tat for Rex to add to his collection.

TRAILER PARK TRASH! Trix is down.

TRAILER PARK TRASH! And Mack is down!

Bubba J turns to find a shocked Jer$ey standing there, he shrugs his shoulders and another Trailer Park Trash for him as well. Bubba J looks up and sees Vincent Black standing there clapping his hands with a double thumbs up. Bubba J throws him a thumbs up before throwing a double finger to the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: What in the hell?

COREY TAYLOR: You can’t trust someone like Bubba J at all, Young Money has just learned that lesson.

ROB MARTINEZ: But Vincent trusts him.

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant minds think alike Rob, which is why you are not as good as me.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, stay tuned because we have a special just recorded for your viewing pleasure.

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July’s Match of the Month
The Freak vs Young Money Jer$ey-Fire on the Mountain

“Go Hard” by DJ Khaled, Kayne West & T-Pain hits the speakers as Jer$ey walks out from behind the curtain followed closely by the current REBEL Pro World
Champion, Young Money Mack. The Young Money crew looks like they mean business as Jer$ey ascends into the ring.
Jenny Jersey: The following is an Aerial Assault second round match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by REBEL Pro World Heavy
Weight Champion, Young Money Mack, from Patterson, New Jersey, weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds, representing New Alberta Pro Wrestling, Young
Money Jer$ey!
Jer$ey is looking somewhat confused as the fans here at REBEL Pro are actually giving him a warm reaction.
Rob Martinez: Jer$ey is clearly not used to being liked by the fans, but it’s to be expected considering he’s never shown the fans any love.
Corey Taylor: Well the REBEL Pro fans feel sorry for the poor guy. His boyfriend just dumped him for Mikey Massacre.
“Oddities” by ICP cues up and the crowd explodes with cheers as The Freak and Shut Down start their trek to the ring. Shut Down has a couple of extra large
bags slung over his shoulder, which are undoubtedly filled with more perverse toys for the crowd.
Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, being accompanied by Shut Down, from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing in tonight at one-hundred eighty pounds, The Freak!
The Freak Show stops on their way to the ring to start handing out the gifts to this capacity crowd.
Rob Martinez: What are they giving out today?
Corey Taylor: What do you care? It’s not like they ever share with us.
Rob Martinez: My, my, Rob, are you jealous?
Corey Taylor: I really wanted a Mark Zout doll.
Shut Down and The Freak begin to pull out… Pimped Out Cabbage Patch Dolls? The fans are loving the gifts as The Freak back flips into the ring. Mack and
Shut Down take their places out side of ring as Jer$ey and Freak stand toe to toe in side the squared circle. Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell to
get this match started. Ding ding ding
Jer$ey hits the Freak with a quick jab, another, one more followed by a hay maker that sends The Freak to the ground.
Rob Martinez: And Jer$ey beating the faster Freak to the punch. The man has something to prove here tonight.
Corey Taylor: Looks like he’s not happy about being left out of the gift giving either.
The Freak is getting back to his feet. Clothesline from Jer$ey sends him right back down. Jer$ey starts laying boots to the back and neck of The Freak.
An elbow drop to Freaks back followed by more kicks. Jer$ey grabs Freaks head and starts to pull up the smaller man to his feet. A Quick Small Package
by The Freak.
One!
Two!
Kick Out by Jer$ey as both men rise to their feet. Jer$ey throws a jab, ducked by Freak who answers with a round house which is dodged by Jer$ey. Both men
staring daggers at each other as they nod in respect. The two combatants move in for a collar and elbow tie up, Jer$ey lands a quick kick to Freaks knee
and throws a headlock on his opponent. Holy Crap, The Freak just countered a side headlock with a wrap around head scissors.
Corey Taylor: No human should be that flexible, he must be cheating.
Rob Martinez: Do you ever listen to yourself, or do just open your mouth and see what comes out?
Jer$ey gets back to his feet just in time to be nailed by a spinning heel kick by The Freak that sends him to the outside. Mack rushes over to help out
his Young Money partner. The Freak comes flying over the rope with a corkscrew suicide plancha, Caught by Mack! The big man rams Freak back first into
the ring apron before Shut Down can get there to help his partner. Jer$ey rolls Freak into the ring and slides in after him. Jer$ey has something in his
hand as he goes for a vicious right hand to Freaks skull. The Freak goes down hard as Jer$ey connects with the Golden Sweets.
Corey Taylor: That’s it Jer$ey’s moving on to the semi finals of the aerial assault tournament!
Rob Martinez: It’s simply academic at this point as Jer$ey goes for the cover.
One!
Two!
Three…No! The Freak rolls his shoulder up just as Stone’s hand was going to hit the mat for the third time. Jer$ey is in shock, how did The Freak get
his shoulder up? However Jer$ey doesn’t dwell on it for to long as he picks up The Freak and hit him with a devastating back-breaker. Jer$ey calls for
Mack to toss him a chair but Shut Down delivers a Running Big Boot to the REBEL Pro Champion as he bent over to grab the chair for Jer$ey. Shut Down motions
for Jer$ey come on down and get the chair himself if he wants it. This proves to be just the distraction Freak need to recover enough to roll over Jer$ey
up with a school boy pin. An easy kick out by Jer$ey before the one count over the shelf viagra and both men are back on their feet. Jer$ey runs at Freak going for a clothesline,
Freak ducks under and sweeps Jer$ey’s feet from under him. Freak runs to the ropes, into a springing hand stand flip… INTO A STANDING CORKSCREW 450 SPLASH!
Corey Taylor: Holy shit, did you see that! Freak must have jumped twelve-fifteen feet in the air!
Rob Martinez: Well it wasn’t quite that high but a very impressive feat by the former World Tag Team Champion.
The crowd also very impressed with that awesome display of athleticism by The Freak as they erupt into applause. The Freak stays on top of Jer$ey for the
cover.
One!
Two… No Jer$ey kicks out before the two count.
Freak is not wasting any time to press his advantage as he goes to top rope for a shooting star press. He lands it and here’s the cover.
One!
Two!
And another kick out at two. Freak picks up Jer$ey and Irish Whip into the turnbuckle, no reversed, and Freak with the Whisper in the Wind to Jer$ey. Freak
heads out of the ring to where Shut Down is still holding the chair he took from Mack. Freak takes the chair and slides back into the ring. He lays the
chair across the chest of Jer$ey, hits the ropes, and lands a Rolling Thunder Senton to the chair as Jer$ey just gets out of the way. The Freak is hurting
from landing on that steal chair with the small of the back. Jer$ey grabs the chair and hammers The Freak’s knee, and again a shot to Freak’s knee. Jer$ey
now folds the chair onto his prone opponent’s ankle and climbs to the second rope, A DOUBLE STOMP ON TO THE CHAIR! The Freak’s leg has got to be broken!
Jer$ey lifts The Freak up to a vertical base and delivers knee breaker to former Carney. Jer$ey lifts him up for another one but Freak rolls it into a
sunset flip!
One!
And thats all he gets. Jer$ey is on his feet and begins to stomp on The Freak’s injured leg. Jer$ey grabs hold of the leg again and drives it into the canvas.
Jer$ey heads to the top rope… and comes down hard to the outside as The Freak throws himself against the ropes. Mack quickly goes to the aid of Jer$ey
as The Freak is trying to work out his leg, without much success as he can’t seem to put any pressure on it. Jer$ey is slow to get back to his feet as
Shut Down comes around the corner. Mack puts himself between him and The Monster from the Midway. Shut Down just stares down at Mack as Jer$ey starts to
dig under the ring apron and pulls out a table that’s been pre-wrapped in barbed wire.
Rob Martinez: This is not going to end well for someone.
Corey Taylor: At least the fans will love it, and if we’re lucky we’ll be seeing the end of one of these men’s career.
Rob Martinez: That is possibly the worst thing I’ve ever heard you say.
Jer$ey sets the table up on the outside of the ring before rolling back in. He heads over to The Freak and gets nailed with a standing enziguri who seems
to have been paying a bit of possum in regards to is knee. Shut Down goes after Mack… but he doesn’t have to! Mack is leaving! Where is he going? Jer$ey
is yelling at him, asking him where he is going. Mack turns around…
…AND GIVES JER$EY THE FINGER! Jer$ey is in disbelief! MACK LEAVES!
Corey Taylor: What is that coward doing?
Rob Martinez: EVERYONE has left the side of Jer$ey! He is so obnoxious he can’t keep ANY friends!
Shut Down now races to the to the curtain area and comes back with a twenty-five foot ladder. He slides it into the ring as The Freak nails Jer$ey with
a devastating Round House to the temple as Jer$ey looked on as Mack walked through the curtains. The Freak Rolls Jer$ey on to the table as Shut Down sets
the ladder up in the middle of the ring and stars climbing to the top.
Corey Taylor: What the hell is Shut Down planning?
Rob Martinez: I don’t know but I’m beginning to think you were right about it being somebody’s last match.
With Jer$ey in place on the barbed wire covered table and Shut Down perched top of the ladder The Freak BEGINS TO CLIMB THE LADDER AND ON TO SHUT DOWN SHOULDERS.
SIGHT UNSEEN FROM OVER THIRTY-FIVE FEET IN THE AIR RIGHT ON TO JER$EY!
EVERYONE IN THE ARENA: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rob Martinez: Dear God He Killed Him! As God As My Witness Jer$ey Is Dead!
Corey Taylor: I think The Freak might be to! I don’t think either one could’ve survived that.
Shut Down heads toward the tangled mess of broken table, barbed wire, and human flesh and picks up both Jer$ey and The Freak. Shut Down gently rolls both
men into the ring and goes and grabs a beer from one of the fans, steps into the ring and pours the beer over Freaks head in an effort to revive his fallen
comrade. It seems to be working as The Freak begins to stir and try to pull himself up using the ropes. Once Shut Down sees that The Freak is moving again
he exits the ring as The Freak drags him self to Jer$ey’s broken carcass. Freak slings his arm over Jer$ey.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding, ding, ding!
Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner… The Freak!
Rob Martinez: Please god let Jer$ey have survived that. He’s still not moving.
Corey Taylor: That was the most awesome Swanton Bomb in the history of the universe!
Rob Martinez: Thank goodness, well it looks like The Freak is moving on to the semi-finals of Aerial Assault 2009. But what does this mean for Mack and
Jer$ey and Young Money?
Jer$ey manages to get to his feet, still looking confused as Shut Down is helping The Freak. All three of them make their way to the back as the crowd gives
them a standing ovation… Jer$ey isn’t so much walking with them as walking in a cold stone sober manner, due to Mack’s betrayal, his loss or a comboination
of the two!

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August Match of the Month #1
“Incredible” Mack(©) vs Mikey Massacre Cage the Rage

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is for the Rebel Pro World Championship… Introducing first the challenger.
Boos rain down as “Heavy Metal Machine” hits the speakers and Mikey Massacre walks from the back. He looks to the crowd with distaste and mouths that they
made him do this, it is their fault.
JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet even and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Albuquerque New Mexico…. representing FTC… MIKEY
MASSACRE!
The boos don’t change just because he is from Albuquerque, and they especially don’t change because he is representing FTC, but they do change when “Boom
Boom” hits the speakers and from the back, Rebel Pro World Championship over his shoulder, comes Mack.
JENNY JERSEY: He stands at six feet eight inches and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, from Patterson New Jersey, he is your Rebel Pro World
Champion… He is Incredible, he is…. MACK!
Mack slaps the hands of the outstretched fans’ arms cialis online cost as he makes his way to the ring; his eyes never leaving Mikey Massacre’s face. He walks up the steps
and into the ring, the door is shut and padlocked on the outside.
DING DING
Inside the barbed wire wrapped cage, both Mikey and Mack circle each other in anticipation of the lock up. The crowd is hushed waiting for Mack to destroy
the former fan favorite in Mikey Massacre. Rob and Corey sit silent on the headset waiting; Dale McDonald steps back, he has a feeling something is fixing
to happen. Double leg takedown by Mikey who is up with an elbow drop to Mack’s forehead. Mikey pulls Mack up, whip into the ropes, Mack reverses and sends
Mikey in the ropes with a reversal. Mack with a big boot sends Mikey into the cage and some flesh is torn quickly here in this match.
ROB MARTINEZ: The first to bleed here is Mikey.
COREY TAYLOR: He has bled for this company more than once in his career.
Mack slams a forearm into Mikey’s skull with enough force to send Mikey back into the ropes, Mack drags Mikey’s skull across the barbed wire so that the
back of his head is ripped open. Mikey with a thumb to the eyes stops this saddistic assault and a kick to the shin followed by a DDT sends Mack down to
the canvas. Mikey looks to the door, but pulls Mack up instead, he shoves the big man into the corner, knife edge chop, but the crowd will not “Wooo” for
this man, only boo his tactics. Mikey climbs the turnbuckles and delivers right hands.
One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten! Mikey spits on his palm and slaps the taste out of Mack’s mouth before monkey
flipping him out of the corner. Mikey climbs to the top turnbuckle, he dives with a Macho Man style elbow… canvas is all he catches. Mack rolls out of
the way and with Mikey’s spit glistening on his cheek picks up the former tag team champion, right to the face, boot to the gut, lifting Mikey up… side
slam to the canvas on his face. Mack rolls him over, but makes no attempt at a pin this early in the match. Mack hits the ropes, big time Hogan leg drop
across Mikey’s face as fresh spatters of blood are covering the canvas from the back of Mikey’s head. Mack lifts Mikey up, draping his throat over the
top rope, he delivers a massive forearm to the back of Mikey’s bloody skull driving his throat across the ropes. Another forearm and a elbow for good measure.
Mikey with a back elbow and a mule kick to Mack’s most sensitive area stops the onslaught. Mikey with a European uppercut, following it with a facerake
to redden the eyes of Mack even further. Mikey dives with a shoulder tackle taking Mack down to the canvas where the current Rebel Pro World champion is
pummeled with rights and lefts for his offensive series earlier. Mikey pulls him up to his feet, he drags Mack’s face across the barbed wire, ripping flesh
and causing rivers of blood to creep down Mack’s face for his efforts. Mikey slams Mack’s head into the wire, looks at his handy work for a moment, admiring,
before shaking his head and slamming it into the wire once more. Mikey with a elbow backs Mack into the corner, Mikey with a series of toe kicks to Mack’s
ribs. Mikey with vicious lefts and right fists to the ribs of Mack as well, he seems to have found a body part and is intent on working it. Mack slumps
down into the corner, Mikey stomps on the left leg of Mack before wrapping it into a standing leglock, Mikey is going to work over the left leg and ribs
of Mack. Mack with a right hand to Mikey’s gut stops the leg lock, another sends him back as Mack pulls himself up to a vertical base.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mikey looking to take Mack out here, but Mack not letting it happen.
COREY TAYLOR: That is one of the stupidest things I think I’ve ever heard you say. Of course Mack isn’t just going to let it happen.
Mack scoops Mikey onto his shoulders, and with a running start slams him head first into the wire, Mikey shoves back from the wire to fall behind Mack.
Mikey with a rear waistlock, grunt, and a German suplex sends the big man crashing down to the canvas on his neck. Mikey grabs the left ankle of Mack and
viciously stomps away at the side of the knee before crossing his ankles over Mack’s knee, and falling back to the canvas as he pushes upwards on the ankle.
Mack sits up and grunts in pain, his eyes open wide, he reaches for Mikey, but the illussive Massacre is just out of reach; Mack rolls over and Mikey is
forced to break the hold because he can no longer hold the position. Mikey is up quickly, but not quick enough as Mack shoves up to his feet and bulldogs
Mikey down to the canvas. Mack up again, not putting all of his weight on that left leg, but just enough to balance himself, right to Mikey’s face and
a shove backwards into the corner. Mack grunts as he delivers right hand after right hand into Mikey’s ribs, Mikey grunts from the pain. The sound of Mack’s
fist connecting with flesh is barely heard over the roar of the crowd. Mack lifts Mikey up to the top turnbuckle, hooks the head and the leg part of Mikey’s
wrestling outfit.Mikey is up… and down crashing on his back in the center of the ring thanks to that top rope superplex, Mack holds at his left leg,
but manages to make the cover.
One… Two… Thr.
COREY TAYLOR: Mikey able to kick out after that illegal move from Mack.
ROB MARTINEZ: I often wonder where Mr. Gordon found you…
COREY TAYLOR: I know, because I am so much more talented than yourself.
Mack pulls Mikey back up, knowing something special has to be done to defeat Mikey, he knows how tough this FTC member is. Mikey with a right hand, but
Mack shoves him into the corner and follows in with a body splash, Mikey lifts the feet into Mack’s face. The feet slam into Mack’s mouth and now Mack
is bleeding here in this match. Mikey dives from the middle turnbuckle with a flying right fist slamming it into Mack’s already busted mouth. Grabbing
him, he twists and sends him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker, but Mikey doesn’t go for a pin, instead he intends on doing some major damage.
Mikey hits the ropes, baseball slide into Mack’s ribs, Mikey jumps over, baseball slide into the other side of Mack’s ribs and now Mikey is laughing at
the fallen World Champion. He pulls Mack up to his feet, wrapping his leg into the ropes, he pulls on the ankle and Mack can be heard groaning from the
pain on his left knee and Mikey can be heard grunting from the effort of pulling on the ankle. Mack with a side shot sends Mikey stumbling to the left.
He limps in pursuit of Mikey. Mack with a big right, and a massive forearm shot sends Mikey weaving into the corner. Mack with a vicious right to the gut,
a stiff right knee lift into Mikey’s midsection and a perfect looking European uppercut stands Mikey vertically in the corner. Mack backs up for another
running splash he charges, but Mikey dives to the right spearing Mack’s injured left leg, Mack flips over Mikey with a grunt of pain. Mikey pulls Mack
from the corner to the center of the ring, he locks both of Mack’s legs into a figure four with his arms and turns him into a Texas cloverleaf submission
hold. Mack grunts in pain and reaches for the ropes, sweat is pouring from Mack’s forehead, but Mikey just sits back on the hold, adding pressure to the
ribs of Mack as well. Mack is in the ropes, but Mikey does not have to break the hold because there is no disqualification here

in Rebel Pro and Mikey…
doesn’t break the hold instead he is intent on breaking Mack. Dale McDonald is down in Mack’s face, a glazed look in Mack’s eyes, he holds the arm up once
and it falls. He holds it up a second time and it falls. Mikey is sweating what appears to be blood in his concentration but it is actually blood from
the back of his skull, Mikey nearly has Mack bent over backwards from the hold. Dale holds the arm up again and it hangs there for a moment and the crowd
is on their feet, but it was only a bit of hope in the crowd’s eyes as the arm falls to land limply on the mat. Dale signals for the bell immediately.
COREY TAYLOR: Mikey has won his first World Title!
ROB MARTINEZ: The son of a b*bleep* did it.
Dale McDonald gets in Mikey’s face and tells him to break the hold, but Mikey refuses, Dale McDonald says that he will reverse his decision if Mikey doesn’t
break the hold and Mikey drops the Texas cloverleaf and demands to get his title.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, winner of the match and NEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World champion… Mikey Massacre!
Mikey stands in the center of the ring where Dale McDonald hands him his newly won World Championship, Mikey looks down at it before raising his head to
smirk at the crowd. Referee Dale McDonald is helping Mack out of the ring when Mikey taps the former champ on the shoulder, Mack turns around ready to
come to blows again, he has no weight on his left leg what so ever. Mikey sticks out his right hand, Mack looks like he isn’t going to believe him, Mikey
decks him with the World title before Mack can make a decision. Mikey begins to work over the left leg of Mack and here comes Zeke along with Vincent on
crutches. Zeke has a pair of bolt cutters and both get inside the cage and here comes the Rebel All-Stars, but Black puts on a pad lock, it hanging from
inside the cage.
ROB MARTINEZ: Ah come on, the match is over, this is ridiculous.
COREY TAYLOR: The Show injured Vincent last week and now FTC is getting a bit of revenge, one good turn deserves another.
Referee Dale McDonald is trying to prevent this from going on, but a swing from a lucky horse shoe by Vincent sends him down to the canvas in a crumpled
and bloody heap. Zeke and Black take turns on either side of Mack swinging their individual weapons to the injured ribs of Mack. The Rebel All-Stars are
powerless to do anything but all of a sudden here comes Shut Down from the back, having left momentarily, and he is carrying a pair of bolt cutters. FTC
just laugh because the lock is on the inside, but there goes Chad Kurtis to climb the cage, he is wearing gloves and moving quickly. There goes the Freak
with the bolt cutters in hand. FTC are still laughing at what is going on with the Rebel All-Stars. Chad leaps from the top of the cage with a crossbody,
Freak with a missile dropkick takes out Mikey and Black. Freak cuts the bolt.
ROB MARTINEZ: Finally!
COREY TAYLOR: Come on Vincent is an injured man!
Zeke with a swinging horse shoe takes out Freak, Black with the crutch takes out Kurtis,Mikey dives with the championship taking out Shut Down as he walks
into the cage. Both Zeke and Mikey lift Black’s weight onto their shoulder and hurry out of the cage, leaving the maylay there as the fans boo their action.
But each has a one finger salute for the fans as they leave through the curtain.
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Mack may have lost the Championship, Kurtis may have lost the Carolinas Championship, and FTC may have gotten the last laugh here tonight…
COREY TAYLOR: Because they are the best and it is high damn time you realize that Rob.
ROB MARTINEZ: But… the war is far from over. This battle goes to FTC, but the war folks… is far from over.
COREY TAYLOR: Sentimentalist, think you’ve got to be a fan favorite… brown noser.
ROB MARTINEZ: For Rebel Pro, this has been Corey Taylor and I am Rob Martinez… signing off for Cage the Rage.

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August Match of the Month #2
Jonas Brothers(©) vs Freak Show -Cage the Rage

Before Jenny gets the first word out ICP’s Oddities causes the fans to go wild.
JENNY: The following Barbed Wire Steel Cage match is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship, introducing first the challengers weighing a combined 500
pounds…The Freak and Shutdown….THE FREAK SHOW!
Fans are waving their arms like they just don’t care as the popular challengers make their way down to the ring but some fans are getting presents from
the Freak Show?
ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the fans love the challengers here tonight and the Freak and Shutdown are returning that love by handing out what appear to
be actions figures to the crowd. I’m not sure what the significance of that is but the lucky fans that get seem to like the action figures.
COREY TAYLOR: DOLLS! They’re dolls Martinez. The Freak and his mental midget of a tag team partner are playing with dolls and the inbred idiots in the
crowd are clamoring for the stupid dolls. Probably the only Barbie’s these hicks have ever seen that has all her clothes and without matted or missing
hair.
The Freak tosses a couple of the dolls to the announcers, Martinez catches them as Taylor ducks.
COREY TAYLOR: Did you see that? The Freak just assaulted us. I’ll generic viagra review sue him just as soon as my lawyer stops chasing ambulances and answers his phone.
ROB MARTINEZ: He didn’t assault us; he just tossed a couple of the dolls…
COREY TAYLOR: So you admit they’re dolls?
ROB MARTINEZ: Like I was saying he just tossed us what he and Shutdown had been tossing to the crowd. And it looks like they were giving out Disney Jonas
Brother figures customized to look like Jim and Tommy Jonas. The fans are loving them.
COREY TAYLOR: It’s a travesty not only is the Freak Show insulting our World Tag Team Champs but also one of the greatest rock bands in the world. If I
don’t sue I’m guessing Disney will.
ROB MARTINEZ: One of the greatest rock bands in the world? I’m guessing you have a poster of Hannah Montana in your dressing room too?
COREY TAYLOR: I don’t even like Hannah Montana but Selena Gomez; now that little witch could cast on spell on me any day. I’d drink her bathwater.
ROB MARTINEZ: You’re one sick man.
COREY TAYLOR: What? Tell me you wouldn’t tap that.
Before Martinez can respond “Everyone I Went to High School with Is Dead” starts to play and is immediately drowned out by loud boos and jeering as the
REBEL World Tag Team Champs make their way down to the caged ring. Noticeable by her absence is Edna Glickman.
ROB MARTINEZ: I’d never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad the Jonas Brothers are coming.
JENNY: Now introducing the REBEL World Tag Team Champions weighing a combined total of 466 pounds Jim and Tommy…The Jonas Brothers!
The fans loudly and excitedly let the champs know that they don’t like them. The Jonas Brothers waste little time letting the fans know that the feeling
is mutual. Jim rips the dolls out of several fans hands and breaks them in two. Jimmy grabs up a couple and slings them toward the ring area almost striking
Jenny Jersey. The Freak Show stares down at the champs from inside the cage as the Jonas Brothers intentionally take their own sweet time to getting into
the ring. Finally the champs lay their belts on the announce table climb into the cage and the door is slammed shut and the champs look back at the door
as the challengers jump on them as the bell rings.
DING DING
The Freak Show quickly take control of the match. The Jonas Brothers seem to be in trouble early as somehow Tommy has found himself squared off with Shutdown
and the results are what you would expect as Shutdown is making good use of his 160 pound weight advantage and tossing Tommy around like he was one of
the dolls he and his brother were handing out earlier. The Freak Show’s giant snatches the younger Jonas brother up in a gorilla press slam…no wait!
Shutdown has Tommy up in the Gorilla Press position but instead of slamming him down to the mat he throws him into the cage. Tommy bounces off the cage
which of course doesn’t give and lands hard on the mat and appears to be busted open.
COREY TAYLOR: Well that didn’t take long. It’s just too bad it wasn’t one of the Freak Show that was busted open. Oh well at least the match is getting
good now.
ROB MARTINEZ: You actually like the fact that all four of these men are likely to bleed tonight? I’m not squeamish but these are human beings we’re talking
about.
COREY TAYLOR: Are you sure that the Freak and Shutdown are human?
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh brother!
Back in the ring while Shutdown continues to dominate Tommy, Jim Jonas is using his own nearly 100 pound weight advantage to manhandle the Freak. Jim has
the Freak in position for his Face-First Piledriver but instead of driving him into the mat, he runs the Freak into the cage and busts him open so now
a member of both teams are bleeding. Jim gains his feet and turns just in time to see Shutdown devastate his brother with a Two-Handed Chokebomb. Shutdown
covers Tommy and the referee, who until now had been merely window dressing, starts the count. The ref barely counts to two before Jim starts stomping
on the back of Shutdown’s head but while it breaks up the count it seems to only anger the giant. The two of them start to trade punches and it doesn’t
take long for Shutdown to get the advantage. While the bigger member of each team is slugging it out the Freak moves in on Tommy intending to pick up the
pieces left after Shutdown’s assault. With Tommy still on the mat the Freak unleashes Rolling Thunder on the younger Jonas. Then with Tommy still down,
the Freak goes to the corner where Shutdown is driving shoulders into Jim’s gut and runs up his partner’s back and slams into Jim Jonas with a spinning
heel kick. As Shutdown holds Jim up in the corner, the Freak grabs hold of some of the barbed wire surrounding the cage and ignoring the blood pouring
from his head and now his hand he helps wrap Jim in the corner with the wire. Tommy regains his feet and jumps the Freak from the back and the two of them
trade moves back and forth. Tommy nails the Freak with dropkick but as both men make it to their feet, the Freak counters with with his Rush punch and
kick combo. Tommy counters with a Russian LegSweep. While the Freak is down Tommy executes his Somersault Senton and goes for a cover but the Freak kicks
out at two. Meanwhile Shutdown is brutalizing the bound Jim Jonas with splashes, kicks, punches, and clotheslines in the corner. Shutdown ignores the blood
coming from his own wounds to continue the assault on the helpless Jonas Brother. Tommy finally puts the Freak down for a moment with a Hair-Pull Slam
Goes to his brother’s rescue regardless of personal risk.
Tommy slams into the back of Shutdown’s knee with a chop block that brings the giant down like a toppled tree. Tommy presses his advantage and his luck
as he unloads several kicks to the side of Shutdown’s head. The ref is working to get Jim untangled from the barbed wire in the corner and now his hands
are bleeding, in fact the only person in the ring who ain’t bleeding now is Shutdown. Tommy abandons the kicks that seemed to be working against Shutdown
and hits the ropes but this allowed Shutdown to get to his feet and he meets the charging Tommy with a thunderous Spear. The Freak Show’s big red destroyer
begins to stomp away at the fallen Tommy Jonas but Jim is finally free from the corner and mixing it up with the Freak. Jim is still feeling the effects
of the brutal assault of the Freak Show in the corner but is determined to help his brother. Jim lifts the Freak and drives him back down with his elevated
cradle neckbreaker and then charges Shutdown who is ready for him. Jim Jonas eats a big boot and falls hard to the mat. It looks like the assault in the
corner is finally starting to catch with Jim. The Freak Show has a quick conference in the middle of the ring and then the Freak starts to climb the cage.
As the Freak ignores the barbed and climbs to the top of the cage, Shutdown tosses Jim back into a corner and picks up Tommy in a Gorilla Press position
again but this time he does slam him down. The Freak has reaches the top of the cage and flies off with a Shooting Star Press aiming right for Tommy Jonas.
The move connects and both men are down. Shutdown takes time to clothesline Jim in the corner before slowly, mockingly slow, picking up Tommy and setting
him up for his Shake Machine finisher. However Shutdown doesn’t see Jim Jonas stirring in the corner and as Shutdown hoists Tommy up, Jim Jonas explodes,
as best he can at this stage on the match, and barrels into the knee of Shutdown’s that Tommy clipped earlier. Jim also manages to roll Shutdown and the
ref goes down for the count ….
One…
Two…
Three!
JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners and still the REBEL WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS JIM AND TOMMY…THE JONAS BROTHERS!
The crowd goes wild with boos as the Jonas Brothers win to retain their championship but that doesn’t stop the two teams from brawling as both the Freak
and Tommy finally regain their feet. The two teams continue to pound away at each other as the cage door opens to allow additional referees and other REBEL
officials try to restore order. The timekeeper bangs away on the bell with no effect. The refs trying to hold Shutdown and Jim apart are just shoved aside.
Edna Glickman shows up out of nowhere to encourage her champs. Jenny Jersey runs to the back as fast as her high heels will take to get help. Finally some
REBEL wrestlers come to try and help restore order, Christopher Samsonite and Justin Tyme hit the ring but to little avail it is still chaos in the ring
as Christopher tries to separate Shutdown and Jim Jonas. Justin is trying to do the same with the Freak and Tommy.
Finally a cheer goes as the BlueGrass Mafia v2.0 and Lyndsey Valentine emerge from the back and hit the ring it takes Matthew Kurtis to finally separate
Shutdown and Jim Jonas. This causes a tense moment as it appeared that the two biggest men in REBEL were ready to throw down with each other as the Bluegrass
BadAss physically restrains Shutdown, but with Christopher Samsonite holding Jim Jonas back, J-Kurt helping Justin Tyme to keep the Freak and Tommy Jonas
apart and Lyndsey keeping Edna out of the way order is quickly restored. The extra refs and wrestlers leave and the Jonas Brothers grab their belts and
storm out of the arena to the same chorus of boos that met them upon their arrival. The Freak Show then exits the ring to cheers once again.
ROB MARTINEZ: Things got tense there for a bit, thanks to a wild brawl at the end of the match because of the emotions involved on both sides. Thankfully
nobody was hurt in the melee. But I thought for a moment the Shutdown and “the Bluegrass BadAss” Matthew Kurtis were going to go at it.
COREY TAYLOR: I would have liked to have seen that but that will have to wait until another time. The best news of the match however is that the champs
retain their belts but then the big crybabies that Freak Show started a brawl that could only be stopped from help from the back. I hate sore losers.

~Please Insert Disc #3~

January’s Match of the Month
REBEL Underground 01/24/2009
Bop vs Macculloch

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones queues up and running from the back is none other than The Bird of Prey to a huge ovation.
JENNY JERSEY: All the way from British Columbia, Canada; he stands six foot two inches and weighs two hundred and thirty pounds… BIRD OF PREY!
Bird of Prey runs down to the ring, and nods to his grandpa sitting in a ringside seat. He stops and gives his closest relative a hug before rolling into
the ring and awaiting his opponent.
“Scotland the Brave ” queues up and coming from the back, carrying a bottle of Mac’s Black and Gold is MacCulloch.
JENNY JERSEY: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; he stands at five foot eight inches, and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds… “THE CELTIC LEGEND”
MACCULLOCH!
Again the crowd gives a huge enormous ovation as he walks down to the ring, he hands the bottle off to a ringside tech. He ten looks around at the crowd,
raises a fist into the air, much to the delight of the crowd, and climbs into the ring.
DING! DING!
Mac and Bird of Prey stand inside the ring, facing each other. Both men stretch out a hand and firmly shake before releasing the good sportsmanship gesture;
they back up from each other. They come back and lock up, Mac’s strength gets him the advantage as he Irish whips Bird of Prey into the ropes. Bird of
Prey comes off the ropes, ducking under the clothesline from Mac, and rebounds with a cross body block. Mac quickly pushes him off, avoiding a pin attempt,
and Bird of Prey is sent rolling under the bottom rope from the force. Mac steps back and allows his opponent to come back into the ring. Again they lock
up, Bird of Prey with a float behind and positions himself for a German suplex. Mac is up and down, Bird of Prey rolls on through with another German suplex,
he doesn’t release. Mac is back up, dazed slightly, but is on his feet still locked into the hold. Bird of Prey lifts again, but Mac drops down to his
knees and Bird of Prey is forced to release the hold.
Quickly shifting his momentum, Bird of Prey synch’s in a side headlock, Mac powers up from the hold to stand beside his opponent. Elbow to the gut, another,
and one more and the hold is released. Sidewalk slam and Bird of Prey is on the defensive. Mac is up and drops a sharp elbow to Bird of Prey that catches
him in the throat. Mac lifts Bird of Prey to his feet and Irish whips him to the ropes, he quickly follows with a huge lariat clothesline. Bird of Prey
blocks it with a lean down and quick shove upwards. Mac is sent over with a back body drop to the floor, but Bird of Prey follows having been grabbed around
the neck. Mac landed on the floor delivering a over the top rope neckbreaker to Bird of Prey and both men are down. Mac is up, a bit slowly, but he gets
to his feet a few seconds before Bird of Prey manages the same feat. The quicker movement by Mac gives him a chance to grab a steel chair from a fan, got
to love steel chairs. Bird of Prey is up and turns around, rubbing at his neck, he ducks the swinging chair and delivers a spinebuster to the concrete
to Mac.
Bird of Prey rolls over and is up to his feet quicker now, taking advantage of the spinebuster to Mac. He grabs the steel chair that Mac had and brings
it down, it hits concrete. Mac rolls out of the way just in time and the chair clinks on the floor. Mac is up and charges at Bird of Prey with a spear,
the quick movement catches him off guard and he is down to the floor, compliments of a massive spear to his midsection. Mac snatches the steel chair and
brings it down on Bird of Prey, but he hits concrete, Bird of Prey moved out of the way in time. Mac follows Bird of Prey as he scampers away trying to
buy time till he gets to his feet. He is stuck in the corner of the guard railing and Mac swings down with the chair, kick to Mac’s leg and the chair,
once again, misses its target. Mac grabs his leg in agony as Bird of Prey gets to his feet, he grabs the steel chair once again. Bird of Prey springboards
up to the guard railing, balances, and comes down with the steel chair swinging in an arch. It connects with Mac’s skull and a trickle of blood escapes
Mac’s arteries on his forehead.
Mac is down on the concrete and Bird of Prey stands above him, he swings down again with the chair *THWACK!* it connects with Mac’s face and the cut is
opened further. Mac reaches out, somehow, and grabs the ankles of Bird of Prey bringing him down to the floor along with himself. Mac struggles up to his
feet, grabbing the dented chair and swings it down in a similar arch. *THWACK!* it connects with Bird of Prey’s forehead and a similar trickle of blood
escapes Bird of Prey’s arteries; now both men are bloody. The fans are getting into this match, loving both of these wrestlers. Mac lifts up the ring apron
and pulls out a trash can. Hoisting it high up into the air, he brings it down on Bird of Prey with a resounding thunk. Mac goes back to the ring and hunts
something else to use as a weapon, he finds a table and pulls it out easily; he sets it up. Bird of Prey is back up to his feet, the dented trashcan at
his feet, Mac’s back is turned to him. He grabs the can and slams it down over the unsuspecting Mac, and Bird of Prey leaps to the apron easily. He dives
from their with a back body flip driving the trashcan wrapped Mac through the table and to the hard floor beneath. Bird of Prey grabs his sides in pain,
that move cost him too.
A fan at ringside is holding out an empty Mac’s Black and Gold brew bottle to him, he smiles and takes it, he waits for Mac to regain his feet. A willing
participant in the match, Mac obliges with a groggy stance and shoves off the trashcan. He looks at Bird of Prey, blood streaming down both of their faces
and smiles, Bird of Prey swings, but Mac ducks. Bird of Prey swings again and again, Mac avoids the crippling shot. Mac has a beer bottle, and the two
have a stand off. They both swing and both bottles smash with a loud shattering sound and shards of glass go flying up into the air, both men are pouring
blood now but neither fall down to the mat. Mac suddenly grabs the stunned Bird of Prey’s hand and whips him into the guardrail, it gives way and fans
scatter. Bird of Prey is damaged from the blow and Mac lifts up the guardrail, he holds it in both hands. He then changes his mind and wields the section
like a steel chair and brings it down on the hurting Bird of Prey, it makes a loud thunk and Bird of Prey makes a loud grunt of pain.
CROWD: REBEL Pro! REBEL Pro! REBEL Pro!
Mac nods in approval as the fans fill the arena with cheers and loud shouting. He brings the section down again, but there is no Bird of Prey there to receive
the blow. He has his own section of railing and the two swing at each other, Mac goes down, Bird of Prey having swung the section at his legs but Mac connected
slightly with Bird of Prey’s head and he stumbles backwards. Shaking his head, he pulls Mac up to his feet, both red from their own blood as well as that
of their opponent’s, and whips him into the ring apron. Mac doubles over from the impact and slumps down to the floor. Bird of Prey, taking a page out
of Mac’s book, digs up under the ring and pulls out another table. The crowd begins a chant of “Tables!” Bird of Prey slides the table in under the bottom
rope and digs under for something else, he pulls out a Crown Royal bag, it jingles as he shakes it. The crowd begins a “We Want Thumbtacks!” chant and
Bird of Prey throws the bag into the ring, the contents still not known, only suspected.
Bird of Prey rolls the hurting Mac into the ring and he barely moves. Bird of Prey sets up the table and grabs the bag, he shakes it and the crowd is going
absolutely nuts. Opening the bag, he empties the contents onto both the set up table and the mat. He picks up Mac and goes for a body slam, Mac counters
it into a roll up pin, but Bird of Prey rolls on through. Both men are rolling through the multitude of thumbtacks. They both stand up and have thumbtacks
all in their faces, body, and there is not a thumbtack left on the ring’s mat. Bird of Prey even has a few thumbtacks in his face, as does Mac, but neither
care as they go at it once again, blood flowing as much as the crowd is cheering. Knee to the gut and Bird of Prey is bent over, over the head suplex,
and Bird of Prey nearly misses the table as he lands hard driving the thumbtacks even further into his flesh. He bounces back up from the pain and Mac
delivers a dropkick to his back and he is sent into the ropes in a doubled over position. He holds on to the ropes and tries to pull himself up to a standing
position, Mac is there with stiff forearm shots, a right hand, and Bird of Prey is rocked up against the ropes.
CROWD: MAC! Bird of Prey! MAC! Bird of Prey!
Bird of Prey manages a right that staggers Mac backwards, a springboard flying clothesline and the two are down. Using the last bit of his strength to propel
his offense, he rolls Mac over and delivers a flipping leg drop across Mac’s throat. He shoots back up to his feet and scoop slams Mac onto the thumbtack
covered table; Mac winces from the pain. Bird of Prey spreads his arms and points to the top turnbuckle, signaling for his finishing move “Spread My Wings”;
the crowd gets even louder. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, spreads his arms again and dives. Right through the table! Mac moves out of the way and
the Bird of Prey goes through the thumbtack laden table, he rolls in pain and Mac crawls over. He somehow gets an arm over Bird of Prey and the ref is
there.
ONE… TWO… THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner and advancing to the #1 Contendership Tournament Finals for the Carolinas Title… “THE CELTIC LEGEND” MACCULLOCH!
Mac stands up, bloody, and helps an equally bloody Bird of Prey to his feet. The two shake hands. Mac motions for the ringside tech to bring him the bottle
of his own brew and the tech obliges. Opening the twist lid, Mac hands the bottle to Bird of Prey, who takes a big swallow, he grimaces, but keeps it down.
Mac laughs as he takes his own swallow, the two raise their hands into the air, and the roof is nearly blown off the building from the cheers.

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Winter Blast II 02/04/2009
Nick Everhardt vs “Sick” Billy Kryenik

“Heretics & Killers” by Protest The Hero hits the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship!
Nick Everhardt steps out to the stage, looking around at the frantic crowd. He waits for a second, drawing in from the cheers before making his way down
the aisle.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas! He weighs in at two hundred twenty-seven pounds…NICK EVERHARDT!
Everhardt approaches the ring. He makes his way to the steps, climbs up to the apron, and enters the ring. He looks towards the entrance as his music fades
out.
ROB MARTINEZ: This is Nick Everhardt’s rematch for the World Heavyweight Championship…the championship that he originally lost to Bubba J! But regardless
of who Nick’s opponent is, he looks ready!
“The Art Of Dying” by Gojira plays in the arena as the crowd continues to cheer. SBK steps out to the entrance, his championship draped across the shoulder,
and the carrying case with Captain inside. He listens to the cheers from the loving crowd before continuing down the aisle.
JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring…from Windsor, Ontario! He weighs in at two hundred thirty-eight pounds and is the World Heavyweight Champion…”SICK”
BILLY KRYENIK!
SBK makes his way around the ring and to the announce table. He opens the carrying case, letting Captain out. Captain sits on the table next to Martinez,
decked out in a black tuxedo. SBK puts on the mini-headset for Captain and sets the case down before sliding in to the ring. Both men’s attentions are
caught at the entrance as a bloodied and beaten Bubba J slowly makes his way to ringside, barbed-wire bat in hand. He waits at the bottom of the aisle,
glaring up at the entrance ramp as SBK’s music fades out. SBK hands his championship to Dale McDonald, who raises it in the air for the crowd to see before
handing it to an official on the outside.
ROB MARTINEZ: I am joined by Captain here at ringside as SBK looks to be ready for this match! But the big question is, what the hell is Bubba J doing out
here?!
McDonald calls for the opening bell as Everhardt and SBK shake hands. SBK has his arms raised in a striker’s style position as Everhardt seems more relaxed
with his body slightly lowered and and his arms in a grappler’s style position. Both men circle each other, looking for a good position, and they finally
lock up.. SBK uses his size advantage to slowly push Everhardt back before swinging in to a side headlock position. Everhardt wraps his arms around SBK’s
waist and begins to lift him…but SBK blocks it. SBK swings his body forward and slams Everhardt hard to the mat, still holding the side headlock!
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s unusual to see Kryenik go with a technical style in the beginning of the match, but it seems to be working for him right now.
SBK pulls harder on the head to apply pressure as Everhardt uses his strength to slowly get back to his feet. The crowd has already begun chanting, but
the crowd seems split on who they want to win as they chant for both…Everhardt and SBK. Everhardt makes it to his feet and shoves SBK off in to the ropes.
SBK returns and knocks Everhardt down with a shoulder block. Everhardt quickly returns to his feet as SBK hits the far ropes. Everhardt with a drop toe
hold on the return and he quickly floats over to apply a front facelock to SBK! SBK fights his way back to his feet and attempts to lift Everhardt…but
Everhardt shifts his weight, keeping SBK from lifting him. SBK grabs Everhardt’s wrist and tries to pry his arms apart to release the facelock, and he
finally does. SBK twists the arm and floats behind with a rear hammerlock!
ROB MARTINEZ: Again, SBK is being very impressive with this technical style he is portraying! But it might come back to haunt him, as we’ve seen in the
past, Everhardt is one of the best technical wrestlers REBEL has to offer!
SBK places his leg in front of Everhardt’s and trips him to the mat. SBK quickly grabs both of Everhardt’s arms with a double underhook and rolls forward,
applying the Branch Breaker 2! McDonald quickly checks on Everhardt, but Everhardt isn’t ready to give up! Everhardt struggles as SBK leans forward, applying
more pressure! Everhardt gets to his knees…then to his feet, still hunched over. he uses his strength to spin around, allowing him in a standing position…and
he drops to a sitdown position, planting SBK face first to the mat!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a reversal! Almost a version of an Unprettier!
Everhardt returns to his feet and takes a moment to catch his breath. SBK slowly returns to his feet, still groggy. Everhardt stands in position behind
SBK…Kobashi Special! SBK is back to the mat, and Everhardt quickly shoots the half for the first cover of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
SBK with a kickout! Everhardt picks SBK back up and whips him to the corner. He follows in…hard clothesline on SBK! Everhardt holds SBK in the corner…shoulder
to the gut! And a second…and a third! Everhardt grabs SBK by the wrist and whips him to the opposite corner. He follows in for another clothesline…but
SBK moves out of the way! Everhardt stumbles back after smashing in to the turnbuckle…he turns around dazed…HOT SALVATION! And Everhardt falls through
the ropes to the outside!
ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s the opening that SBK needs!
SBK rolls out of the ring and brings Everhardt back to his feet. He rolls Everhardt back in to the ring and climbs up to the apron. SBK climbs up to the
top rope…THE EXPLODER WHALE! Everhardt rolls in pain on to his stomach, and SBK quickly grabs both arms to apply the Straight Jacket! He yanks back as
McDonald checks on Everhardt!
ROB MARTINEZ: Again…SBK with a submission here! What a sound strategy from the champion!
Everhardt screams in pain as SBK yanks back harder. McDonald again checks on Everhardt, but Everhardt continues to yell that he’s not ready to give up!
Everhardt rolls, forcing SBK on to his back! SBK keeps his shoulders up…and Everhardt flips backward for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
SBK grabs Everhardt’s waist and bridges up! He spins his body around, to get to a comfortable standing position! SBK lifts Everhardt in to the air…in
an inverted piledriver position! But Everhardt struggles and is able to land on his feet behind, allowing him to lift SBK in to the inverted piledriver
position! SBK struggles…and he is able to fall behind! He grabs Everhardt with an inverted facelock…inverted DDT on Everhardt! SBK picks Everhardt
back up and holds him in position for a Urinagi! He falls forward…backbreaker…and swings back for a reverse STO! SBK quickly shoots the half!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
ROB MARTINEZ: Everhardt kicks out at the last second! What a battle from champion and former champion!
SBK picks Everhardt back up. Hard knee lift to the jaw…hard body shot…hard right to the face…knee lift to the gut…THE FLOOD! NO! Everhardt catches
the last shot…EVERPLEX! Everhardt is slow to get to his feet, falling to the ropes to catch his breath. SBK slowly stirs, crawling towards the ropes.
He uses the ropes to pull himself back up as Everhardt waits behind him. Everhardt lifts SBK…HARDT-BREAKER! SBK rolls to the outside in pain as Everhardt
returns to his feet. He looks to the outside at SBK who is pulling himself up with the guardrail. Everhardt hits the far ropes…full head of steam…NO
HANDS PLANCHA OVER THE TOP…NO! SBK with a dropkick, forcing Everhardt to crash hard to the floor outside!
ROB MARTINEZ: Everhardt put it all on the line there, and it turned out to be a bad decision! I’m still a little baffled as to why Bubba J is standing near
the bottom of the ramp with a barbed-wire baseball bat in hand…but Kryenik and Everhardt both seem uncaring about his presence!
SBK quickly picks up Everhardt and rolls him back in to the ring. SBK climbs up to the apron as Everhardt begins to stir. SBK climbs to the top as Everhardt
reaches all fours. He gets to his feet, still hunched over. SBK off the top…legdrop to the back of the neck, driving Everhardt face first to the mat!
SBK brings Everhardt back to his feet and positions him for a powerbomb! He underhooks one arm…going for the second, but Everhardt is struggling to keep
free from The Dry Lake! Everhardt spins out of the move, and executes a go behind with a reverse hammerlock! SBK rolls forward forcing Everhardt to flip
over him, and he has Everhardt on his back in position for a pin…but SBK applies an inverted figure four instead!
ROB MARTINEZ: SBK with yet another submission move here! Everhardt is struggling to break it, but this may be over if he can’t find a way out of this hold!
Everhardt flips to his stomach, but it doesn’t relieve the pressure! Everhardt drags himself towards the ropes as McDonald checks on him. He flips on to
his back again, trying to find any way he can out of the move! Everhardt reaches forward, grabbing one of SBK’s legs…ANKLE LOCK! SBK instantly releases
the inverted figure four and struggles to find a way out of the ankle lock! McDonald checks on the champion, but he’s not ready to give up! SBK lifts his
upper body…he rolls through, but Everhardt doesn’t release the ankle lock!
ROB MARTINEZ: The champion is in a bad spot here! If Everhardt can grapevine the leg, this match will be over!
SBK squirms, not allowing Everhardt to grapevine the leg! SBK again lifts his upper body and rolls forward…this time tripping Everhardt, and he has both
of Everhardt’s shoulders on the mat from the roll through!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Everhardt kicks out!
ROB MARTINEZ: Close call for Everhardt! What the hell is this?! It appears that myself and Captain are being joined by the next man to challenge for the
World Heavyweight Championship…Blood!
Blood sits at the table next to Captain, but doesn’t put on a headset. He just watches the action in the ring. SBK brings Everhardt back to his feet and
whips him to the ropes. Sideslam by SBK! And he quickly applies a grapevined leglock to Everhardt! McDonald checks on Everhardt, but again, Everhardt refuses
to give up! SBK releases the hold and brings Everhardt back to his feet as Chad Kurtis makes his way down the ramp. Bubba looks precautious, but lets him
pass. Kurtis stands near the apron cheering on both of the competitors. SBK whips Everhardt in to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a sleeper
hold as the crowd continues to cheer for both Everhardt and SBK!
ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like The Show has decided to take a ringside view of this match as well!
McDonald checks on Everhardt who is struggling to get out of the hold! His face begins to turn red as his energy depletes. His arms slump to their sides,
and McDonald raises his arm…and it falls! He raises the arm again…it falls again! One more time…it falls! NO! Everhardt keeps it elevated, just barely
hanging on! He continues to struggle…and he violently forces SBK back first in to the corner! SBK releases the hold as Everhardt stumbles forward. Everhardt
with a full head of steam…massive lariat in the corner! SBK falls to the mat as Mike Massacre makes his way down the ramp, still in pain from his match
earlier!
ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes Mikey! He had an impressive win earlier tonight against the next number one contender! And it looks like he’s joining Kurtis at
ringside!
Massacre, Kurtis, the crowd…they all are cheering on Everhardt and SBK. Everhardt brings SBK back to his feet and applies the double underhook…WELCOME
TO HOUSTON MOTHERF**CKER! Everhardt falls back to the corner trying to take a breather as the champion lays on the mat! Everhardt goes for the cover, but
SBK rolls to his stomach. Everhardt shoots the half and hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
SBK gets his shoulder up! Everhardt picks SBK up and whips him back to the corner. He follows in with a hard body splash. Everhardt lifts SBK up, sitting
him on the top turnbuckle! Everhardt follows him up, but SBK hits him with a hard right…and a second…and Everhardt falls back to the mat! Everhardt
returns to his feet…SBK with a top rope lariat…and Everhardt is back down! SBK looks towards the aisle to notice Ravager leading the Young Leons towards
the ring. They pass by the sore and injured Bubba, standing on the opposite side of the ring as Kurtis and Massacre. They too join in on cheering both
men!
ROB MARTINEZ: This is unbelievable! We have Ravager, The Young Leons, Massacre, and Kurtis all at ringside showing their respects for both of the competitors
in the ring! Not to mention Blood, who is sitting next to Captain watching the action as well!
SBK picks Everhardt back up, but Everhardt pushes him off and grabs him…EVERPLEX! NO! SBK blocks it and pushes Everhardt off! HOT SALVATION! NO! Everhardt
ducks it! Everhardt with a double leg takedown, and he’s going for the Texas Cloverleaf 3000! He’s trying to flip SBK, but SBK isn’t allowing it! SBK gets
his legs free, and he tries to roll up Everhardt, but Everhardt is quick to escape and get back to his feet. Both men are up, but Everhardt takes the advantage
with a go behind in to a rear waist lock! SBK with a back elbow…and he swings a second, but Everhardt ducks it…EVERPLEX! Everhardt returns to his feet
and picks up SBK he brings SBK to the corner, and again sits him on the top rope! He climbs up after SBK, brings him to his feet…HARDT-ATTACK!
ROB MARTINEZ: Everhardt has this! He just needs to make the cover!
Everhardt exhaustedly tries to pull himself towards SBK as MacCulloch makes his way down the aisle. He too joins in with cheering on both men as Everhardt
is almost at SBK! He drapes his arm across SBK’s body for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
SBK barely gets his shoulder up, and the match will continue! Everhardt can’t believe it! He picks SBK up and quickly applies the half nelson, looking for
the Kobashi Special…but SBK quickly reverses with a go behind…and Everhardt reverses as well with a go behind…BAYOU CITY STRETCH! Everhardt has it
locked in!
ROB MARTINEZ: Win or lose…both of these men deserve the utmost respect for this match!
SBK struggles as El Rey and Montana Rose make their way down the aisle. They both stand at ringside as McDonald checks on SBK! SBK forces Everhardt back
first in to the corner, and Everhardt releases the hold! SBK tries to catch his breath, but again Everhardt from behind, trying to lock in the Bayou City
Stretch! SBK spins around, and he boots Everhardt in the gut…THE DRY LAKE…and both men are down!
ROB MARTINEZ: That should be the match ender, but SBK doesn’t have the energy to make the cover! We have seen The Dry Lake, the Hardt-Attack, and the Bayou
City Stretch…but this match still isn’t over!
SBK crawls towards Everhardt, and he finally gets an arm across the challenger!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Everhardt gets his shoulder up just before the three count! SBK crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull himself back up as Junior Soprano makes his
way to ringside. He joins in on cheering on SBK and Everhardt. SBK brings Everhardt back to his feet and quickly whips him in to the corner. He follows
Everhardt in, and lifts the challenger to a sitting position on the top rope. SBK drills Everhardt with a hard right…and follows with a hard knee lift
after springing to the second rope! Everhardt is dazed as SBK climbs to the top. He lifts Everhardt to a standing position, grabbing him in a Urinagi position!
ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve got the be kidding me! It looks like the champion wants to put Everhardt away with the Hardt-Attack!
Everhardt with an elbow to the side of the head, and SBK is stunned! He grabs SBK with a front facelock…and he drops him to the mat with a front suplex!
Everhardt still stands on the top rope as SBK has rolled to his back, but is laying motionless! Everhardt from the top…flying elbow drop! And he gets
his arm over SBK!
ONE!
TWO!
THR…NO!
SBK rolls the shoulder! The Bird Of Prey makes his way down the aisle as Everhardt pulls himself back to his feet! The ring is now surrounded by REBEL superstars
cheering on the champion and challenger! Everhardt waits…stalking SBK. SBK is groggy, and slow to get to his feet. Everhardt with a boot to the gut…and
he grabs the double underhook, looking to lift SBK for The Dry Lake…but SBK blocks it! SBK gets an arm loose and floats over for a go behind…bridging
german suplex…but Everhardt’s momentum breaks SBK’s lock and Everhardt rolls to the apron! SBK returns to his feet as Everhardt pulls himself to his
feet on the apron. SBK comes at Everhardt…but Everhardt buries a shoulder to the gut! SBK stumbles back as Everhardt hits the springboard…seated senton…NO!
SBK catches him with a sitdown powerbomb!
ROB MARTINEZ: What a move! This is what REBEL is all about! Entertainment…and the desire to win the biggest prize of them all!
Blood continues to watch on, his expression never changing as SBK returns to his feet. He looks around at the men surrounding the ring. Everhardt slowly
gets back up and is met with a boot to the gut! SBK applies the double underhook, but Everhardt quickly spins out, grabbing SBK in the Urinagi position!
SBK with an elbow to the head! He grabs Everhardt in the Urinagi position and lifts him…but Everhardt struggles, and rolls behind SBK with a sunset flip…but
Everhardt follows through to a standing position! And he’s going for a Boston crab, but SBK gets a leg free as he grabs Everhardt by the head…hard knee
to Everhardt’s face! Everhardt falls to the mat as SBK makes his way back to his feet.
ROB MARTINEZ: Great reversal by Kryenik!
SBK picks Everhardt up and whips him to the corner…but Everhardt reverses it! SBK smashes back first hard in to the corner! Everhardt rushes in…drop
toe hold by SBK, and Everhardt’s face meets the second turnbuckle! Everhardt stumbles out as SBK is back to his feet. Everhardt turns…boot to the gut…double
underhook! SBK going for The Dry Lake…NO! Everhardt lifts him for a back body drop, but SBK holds the ropes, allowing him to land on the top rope! Everhardt
turns towards SBK, and SBK grabs him from the top with a front facelock! SBK struggles, looking for a tornado DDT…but Everhardt breaks the hold and falls
in to the top rope! SBK crotched in the corner! Everhardt catches his breath and notices SBK’s position. He climbs the corner, lifting SBK to a standing
position! He has the Urinagi hooked…but SBK with a back elbow…and a second!
ROB MARTINEZ: Everhardt falls to the mat! I think he was going for the Hardt-Attack!
SBK tries to gain his composure…but Everhardt is back up…and he leaps to the top rope, drilling SBK with a hard right! He again hooks the Urinagi! SBK
with another elbow, stalling Everhardt! Knee lift to the gut by SBK, and Everhardt is on dream street! He positions Everhardt…double underhook…THE
DRY LAKE OFF THE TOP ROPE!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! THAT HAS TO BE THE END! The crowd…the superstars around the ring, they have instantly been silenced from that move!
SBK is slow, trying to catch his breath…trying to crawl towards the lifeless Everhardt! He pushes Everhardt on to his back, and barely gets an arm across
him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
ROB MARTINEZ: And it’s over! What a match!
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner…and STILL the World Heavyweight Champion…”SICK” BILLY KRYENIK!
The superstars sounding the ring show their respect as they clap for both men. SBK uses the ropes to pull himself back up as Dale McDonald grabs his belt.
He hands the belt to SBK who is barely able to stand. McDonald raises SBK’s arm in the air. SBK makes his way to Everhardt and helps him up as Blood stands
at the announce table, still peering in on both competitors. SBK and Everhardt shake hands as SBK finally notices Blood at the announce table. Still emotionless,
Blood joins with the rest of the superstars, clapping for both Everhardt and SBK.
ROB MARTINEZ: Unbelievable match! We couldn’t ask for more in a main event!
SBK holds his championship in the air for Blood to see as Everhardt tries to regain his composure, leaned against the ring ropes for support.

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March’s Match of the Month
Armed… and Dangerous! 03/17/2009
Krusty Kid Paul vs Bubba J

Ticking Time Bomb Deathmatch Krusty Kid Paul vs Bubba J
The REBEL crowd is watching with rapt attention as the officials make “adjustments” to the ring. The ring ropes facing the entrance have been taken down,
as have the ring ropes directly opposite of them. The two remaining sides of the ring that still have the ring ropes attached to them, are being wrapped
in flesh tearing barbed wire.
Officials emerge from the back carrying large “beds” to place on each side of the ring. Each bed has a nasty surprise. Starting with the bed laying next
to the ring facing the entrance way we have a bed filled with thumbtacks. Moving clockwise we have a bed of glass panes, a bed filled with rolls of barbed
wire and finally a bed of light tubes.
The referee enters the ring wearing heavy work gloves and protective glasses while Jenny Jersey decides to stay safe at her spot at ringside to do introductions.
JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Ticking Timebomb Deathmatch!!!
The fans roar in approval. Let the massacre begin.
“Dress Like A Target” by Superjoint Ritual hits the speakers and the fans voice their disapproval of the man who emerges from behind the curtain.
JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, representing Dirty Money, he hails from Kitchener, Ontario and weighs in at 240 pounds….Krusty Kid Paul!!!!
KKP is swaggering down to the ring, his trusty friend “Bertha” is with him. Bertha being a double sided purple barbed wire covered dildo of course. KKP
looks at the bed of thumbtacks before him, snickers as he steps over it and climbs into the ring.
“Alcohol” by Dropkick Murphys replaces Superjoint on the speakers and strangely enough Bubba J gets a nice ovation from the crowd. Usually hated they got
the back of wrestler representing their home fed!
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Lenox, GA and weighs in at 250 pounds…..”The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!!!!!
Bubba steps out from the back and glares at Krusty. Resting on his shoulder is “Ripper!” Ripper is a wooden baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, thumbtacks
glued to it, and on the end of the barrel is the broken bottom of a beer bottle. Bubba J power walks to the ring and KKP is pacing inside the ring more
than ready for him. Bubba strides over the bed of tacks and slides into the ring, only to be greeted with a series of kicks of KKP! The referee calls for
the bell and the Deathmatch is on like Donkey Kong!
KKP kicks “Ripper” out of Bubbas hands and it rolls out of the ring and onto the floor. As Bubba J tries to get up he takes a whack across his back from
“Bertha!” Another sickening smack of the barbed wire covered dildo across the back of Bubba! The Former REBEL World Champ reaches out with a hand and is
able to pull a leg out from under KKP sending him crashing down onto his ass on the mat. Bubba J pulls himself up and kicks “Bertha” out of KKPs grasp.
KKP is trying to get to his feet but is barraged by a series of punches and kicks from the irate Redneck! KKP is dragged to his feet and Bubba J attempts
to whip him into the ropes that are covered with barbed wire. KKP puts on the brakes at the last second though and avoids colliding with the ropes, only
to turn around and walk into a scoop slam from Bubba!
Bubba J rolls out of the ring and finds himself standing in the bed of thumbtacks. He reaches down and picks up “Ripper” just as KKP scrambles across the
ring on all fours to make a grab for him. Bubba J jams the broken glass end of “Ripper” into the face of KKP! KKP drops to his stomach and tries to shimmy
away from Bubba. It’s no good as Bubba J simply jabs him again in the face with the dangerous baseball bat! KKP screams out in pain as several small cuts
have been opened up around his face. Bubba J tosses “Ripper” into the ring, reaches in and grabs KKP and pulls him out of the ring head first! At the last
second KKP manages to flip over and he lands back first into the bed of thumbtacks! Bubba J wedges his boot under the chin of KKP to hold him in place
as the former NAPW World Champ tries like crazy to free himself.
KKP lashes out with a punch to the groin of Bubba J and the Redneck half stumbles / half falls onto the floor in an agony only a man can know about. KKP
pulls himself out of the bed of thumbtacks and the crowd groans as they see his entire back is covered with the sharp tips of pain. Bubba J is propped
up against the ring steps holding his Redneck Jewels when he takes a running knee from KKP! Without wasting a beat, KKP pulls a dazed Bubba to his feet,
hooks him and suplexs him into the bed of tacks! Now it’s Bubba who is writhing around in the bed of tacks, his face etched in pain. KKP flips back the
ring apron and pulls out a pizza cutter he had hidden under the ring. Holding Bubba J down with a knee on the chest, KKP runs the pizza cutter across the
forehead of his Redneck foe over and over again until blood is literally pouring from the gash on his head.
KKP pulls off of Bubba and hands the bloody pizza cutter off to a lucky (?) ringside fan! No doubt it’ll end up on EBay but regardless, KKP pulls a tack
covered bloody Bubba J out of the bed of tacks and rolls him into the ring. KKP crawls in after him and amazingly goes for

a cover!
One!
Bubba J kicks out and tacks fly off of his body!
Smiling sadistically, KKP pulls Bubba to his feet and goes to whip him into the near ropes covered with barbed wire. Only to charge course at the last second
and send Bubba hurtling off of the other side of the ring without ropes and crashing through the bed of glass panes! The fans along ringside duck for cover
as Bubba J smashes through half a dozen stacked window plates and ends up a bloody wreck on the floor. A “Holy Shit!” chant echoes through the building
as the camera zooms in on Bubba J who is covered in glass and cut in a dozen places. KKP picks up “Bertha” and strolls over to where Bubba J was thrown
from the ring and peers down at his foe. Carefully KKP climbs down into the mountain of broken glass and readies “Bertha” for the strike. Bubba J grabs
a shard of glass and stabs it into the thigh of KKP!
KKP howls as he drops “Bertha” into the glass and quickly decides he wants back in the ring. Bubba J grabs him though and pulls him to the glass covered
floor with him. Bubba J takes another shard of glass and starts to dig and grind it into the upper arm of KKP. KKP is desperately trying to break free
but Bubba J is doing his best to hold him down and gouge out carvings in the arm of The Krusty One. KKP finally manages to kick Bubba J off of him and
he looks down at his arm. It looks as if it were caught it a wheat thrasher. KKP gets to his feet, as does Bubba J, and pulls himself into the ring. Bubba
J is right on his heels though but KKP is waiting as he nails a DDT onto his Redneck foe the first chance he gets. KKP gets to his feet only long enough
to drop a leg across the bloody ruin of a face of Bubba J.
KKP wobbles over to “Ripper” and picks it up off the mat. The fans try to boo him out of the building as he raises the bat of doom above his head but he
doesn’t care. Bubba J is getting to his feet and KKP jabs the glass covered end of the bat into the back of Bubba! Bubba jumps from both pain and surprise
and he takes another stiff poke into the back from KKP! Bubba J turns to face his opponent and takes a shot into the chest from the glass ended baseball
bat and he clutches at the wound. KKP is smiling though the blood on his face and seems to be enjoying himself until he gets taken to the mat by a desperation
shoulder tackle from Bubba J! Bubba mounts his man and starts to pound away at the head of KKP opening him up even more. KKP shoves him off and tries to
get to his feet. Bubba kicks out a leg and trips KKP who lands on the second ring rope! A ring rope that’s covered in barbed wire!
Bubba J rolls out of the ring and walks around the where KKP is caught. Bubba reaches down and takes a light tube from it’s bed and smacks it across the
skull of KKP! KKP is trying franticly to free himself of the barbed wire but he’s to tangled up! Another light tube smacks across his head in an explosion
of glass and gas! KKP rips himself free and crawls to the center of the ring leaving a bloody trail behind him. Bubba J grabs another light tube and enter
the ring ready to go three for three against KKP. Bubba J waits as KKP pulls himself up to a sitting position and goes to crack yet another light tube
across his head when the Dirty Money member surprises him with a face full of blinding powder! Low blow from KKP causes Bubba to drop to his knees and
also drop the light tube onto the mat. KKP grabs the light tube and clocks Bubba across the face with it!
As Bubba J lays on his back, KKP takes a piece of the light tube, pulls open the front of his opponents trunks and shoves the glass down his pants. KKP
staggers up to his feet and stomps on the area where he placed the glass! Bubba J flops on the mat like a fish out of water and KKP simply whips blood
out of his eyes. With Bubba indisposed, KKP rolls out of the ring and again goes under the ring apron. This time he pulls out a trashcan filled with plunder
and sends it sailing into the ring. Krusty reaches under the ring again and pulls out a table to a huge ovation and a “We Want Tables” chant from the crowd.
Krusty sets the table up in the bed of tacks and pulls something from his pocket. Unlike the power before, this item is far more dangerous. A bottle of
lighter fluid!
KKP douses the table with the lighter fluid and then asks a ringside fan for a match. The fan eagerly hands him a cigarette lighter and Krusty places it
to the table and flicks his bic! WHOOSH! The table is ablaze and the fans are going nuts!
Krusty climbs into the ring, grabs a rising Bubba J, positions him and hits a Krusty Bomb out of the ring and through the flaming table!
A loud and riotous “HOLY SHIT!!” Chant fills the arena as officials and security quickly rush in with fire extinguishers.
Krusty slumps over a burned and bloody Bubba J but the referee rolls to the outside and informs him that pinfalls count ONLY inside the ring! Krusty looks
pissed but drags himself off of Bubba, not minding the sharp thumbtacks that pierce his hands. Krusty drags Bubba to his feet and rolls him into the ring.
KKP slowly climbs in after him and drapes an arm over his man.
One!
Two!
Thr-NO!!!!
Bubba J lifts a shoulder and the REBEL crowd (and Krusty) can’t believe it!
KKP looks around in shock and then again goes to drag Bubba J off of the mat. Trailer Park Trash from Bubba J! The move that won him his second World Title
has just come from nowhere and KKP is laying flat on his back in the center of the ring! Bubba is slow to move though, his body a mass of burnt and torn
flesh. Slowly he crawls over to KKP and he also simply flops an arm across the chest of KKP.
One!
Two!
Thr-NO!!
Like Bubba J, KKP manages to simply lift up an arm and break the count!
Bubba J and KKP are both slow to get to their feet and the mat looks like a Jackson Pollack painting. KKP jabs a thumb into the eye of Bubba J and then
goes to shoot him into the barbed wire ropes. Bubba reverses it at the last second and KKP sails back first into the barbed wire! KKP screams out and tries
to free himself but only manages to get more tangled up. Bubba J shambles over to the trashcan full of plunder that KKP tossed in earlier and upends it’s
contents. Bubba J pick sup a cheese grater and staggers over to KKP where he proceeds to rake the cheese grater across the scalp of KKP! Blood is flowing
from KKPs head like a gunshot wound and Bubba J turns his attention to the already lacerated arm of KKP and starts to dig in with the cheese grater.
Finished torturing KKP with the cheese grater, Bubba J walks over to the pile of weapons and picks up a metal folding chair. Bubba J charges in with the
chair,ready to swing, but KKP gets a boot up and kicks the chair back into the face of “The Ragin’ Redneck!” Bubba J collapses to the mat and KKP carefully
but quickly pulls himself free of the barbed wire. KKP grabs Bubba J and nails a brutal piledriver onto the chair! A cover!
One!
Two!
Thr-NO!!!!
Bubba kicks out!
KKP looks defeated as the referee confirms to him that it was indeed a count of two. KKP gets to his feet and stumbles over to the trashcan. He picks it
up and places it in the center of the ring before turning his attention back to Bubba. KKP pulls Bubba to his feet and somehow manages to hoist him up
onto his shoulder! KKP slowly staggers over to the nearest corner and deposits Bubba on the top turnbuckle. ignoring the barbed wire, KKP climbs up to
the second rope, his back facing Bubba J and hits a top rope K Kutter onto the trash can! KKP pulls the dented trashcan out from under Bubba J and rolls
him onto his back. A cover!
One!
Two!
Three!!!–NO! Bubba J manages to get a shoulder up right before the count of three. The crowd can’t believe it, The Krusty One can’t believe it, hell, Bubba
J probably can’t believe it.
KKP looks defeated as the referee confirms to him that it was indeed a count of two. KKP gets to his feet and stumbles over to the trashcan. He picks it
up and places it in the center of the ring before turning his attention back to Bubba. KKP pulls Bubba to his feet and somehow manages to hoist him up
onto his shoulder! KKP slowly staggers over to the nearest corner and deposits Bubba on the top turnbuckle. ignoring the barbed wire, KKP climbs up to
the second rope, his back facing Bubba J and hits a second top rope K Kutter onto the trash can! KKP pulls the dented trashcan out from under Bubba J again
and rolls him onto his back. KKP simply leans against Bubba as the referee counts!
One!
Two!
Bubba J suddenly comes to life by hooking the legs and arms of KKP and rolling him over into a modified crucifix pin!
One!
Two!
Thre–NO! KKP kicks out just in time as well and Bubba J is pissed. He thinks it is a slow count and is letting the referee know what he thinks. Meanwhile
KKP is up to his feet, woozy, but up to his feet none the less. He charges at Bubba J, who turns, and is caught with a clothesline, but Bubba J manages
to pull KKP over with him and the two land on one of the surprise boxes. Nothing happens and the crowd is laughing, something that was supposed to happen
didn’t.
*BANG! Fire and smoke boils up from the surprise box and the people in the front row scream as the explosion rocks them. In the middle of the debris, KKP
is laying on top of Bubba, but no pin can be made outside the ring. Bubba is unconscious, Paul is unconscious. Both are covered in torn flesh, blood, and
wounds that won’t soon heal. The referee dives out of the ring and over to Jenny Jersey.
DING! DING! DING!
Jenny Jersey: The referee has called a stop to this match and has declared it a draw. Neither wrestler can continue in the match and both need medical attention.
Somehow Krusty Kid Paul manages to stand up with the help of the ring and shakes his head at the carnage around him. Bubba J has gotten back up to his feet
as well and will the match continue? Bubba J looks at himself and at Paul. Paul looks at himself and at Bubba. Each man shakes their head and turn to the
crowd, each flicks them a double bird before stumbling to the back. The crowd booing both of them loudly.

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April’s Match of the Month
Birthday Bash II 04/07/2009
Nick Everhardt vs Mikey Massacre

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is scheduled for one fall… inside of a fifteen-foot STEEL CAGE! It is for the REBEL Pro Number One Contender Trophy and the
loser will be BANNED from REBEL! The fans are popping like crazy. They’ve been waiting WEEKS to see Mikey Massacre and Nick Everhardt go at it. Not to
mention the fact the match is in a steel cage… for the Trophy… and the loser is GONE! …FOREVER! JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first- Before Jenny gets to do
her thing, Mikey and Everhardt come through the curtain, exchanging rights and lefts! They must have started this melee backstage! The cage is barely setup
as the two former best friends, former tag team partners, make their way down the aisle, doing their damndest to gain an advantage before they are even
in the cage. Mikey takes Everhardt’s head and slams it into the outside of the cage-no! Everhardt grabs the corner of the ring apron, elbows Mikey in the
gut, then slams his head into the cage. The referee is yelling at the two REBEL competitors, telling them to get into the cage. Everhardt nods his head
and rolls Mikey in through the cage door. He follows him in… but Mikey lowblows him! Mikey leaves the cage and is going under the ring! He takes out his
glassy TWOx4 and throws it in the ring. A steel chair. A folded table! A second table! This all must be part of his plan to finish Nick off quickly! And
finally Mikey is getting in the ring. The door is locked behind them. This is it. Two men. Two men who HATE each other. ONE will leave the Number One Contender
to the REBEL World Title. And the other’s consolation prize… a pink slip! Everhardt and Mikey are in the middle of the ring, exchanging rights and lefts,
rights and lefts! Everhardt gains an advantage. Pushes Mikey off of the ropes, Irish whip. Everhardt ducks his head. Mikey kicks it! Everhardt staggers
back. Mikey charges with a clothesline, ducked by Everhardt. Arm-ringer by Everhardt. He’s ringing Mikey’s arm. And he rolls through, flipping Everhardt
onto his back. But just as quickly Everhardt kicks his way to his feet. Lock-up. Everhardt forces Mikey into the corner. Knife edge chop! A second! A third!
He whips him across the ring… no! Mikey reverses it. Everhardt sent into the opposite corner. Mikey charges in. Everhardt jumps up on the turnbuckle… back
elbow to Mikey! Everhardt with a few quick boots to Mikey. Picks him up, off of the ropes… Mikey ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropes. Cross
body block… caught by Everhardt! Backbreaker! Mikey gripping his lower back as Everhardt looks out at his cheering fans for perhaps the last time. He covers
Mikey but just as quickly Mikey kicks out. Everhardt picks him up. Smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Again! Waistlock. Belly-to-back suplex! No! Mikey
with a back flip and lands on his feet. He pushes Everhardt into the corner and rolls him up! One! Two! Kickout! Mikey picks up Everhardt but Everhardt
swats his arm away. Forearm. A second. A third! Everhardt off of the ropes… hip toss by Mikey. Blocked! Everhardt hiptosses Mikey to the ground. Everhardt
hops onto the second turnbuckle. Elbow drop! NO! Misses its mark as Mikey rolls out of the way. Mikey gets to his feet. Vicious stomps on Everhardt. Now
he grabs his legs… New Mexican Cloverleaf! This has always been a move the partners shared but Mikey is sending a psychological message to Everhardt with
the use of this move… but it doesn’t last very long! Everhardt uses his arms to push himself up, then grabs the bottom rope, then the middle rope, forcing
Mikey to release the hold. But Mikey doesn’t relent. Forearm shots to Nick’s back. He hooks Everhardt’s head… inverted DDT! Quick cover. One! Two! No dice!
Mikey wanted to end this match quickly to provide an anticlimactic end to Everhardt’s REBEL career but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen the
way Mikey had envisioned it. So what does Mikey do? What Mikey does best! He grabs the TWOx4 and waits for Everhardt to stand up. He’s smiling sadistically,
waiting for Everhard to stand. Slowly, he gets his wish as Everhardt uses the ropes to pull himself up, holding the back of his wounded head. Mikey swings
the TWOx4 but Everhardt moves out of the way… the TWOx4 hits the rope and bounces off back at Mikey’s head! The fans cheer as Mikey grabs his bleeding
forehead. Everhardt with a dropkick that sends Mikey down to the ground. Mikey gets back to his feet, only to stumble right into a Kobashi Special! Everhardt
with a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! After taking a brief moment to get some oxygen in his lungs, Everhardt gets up, bringing Mikey with him. He kicks him
in the gut, hooks his arms. WELCOME TO HOUSTON MOTHER(BLEEP)ER! Mikey is screaming in agony, holding his lower back as Everhardt goes for another cover.
ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT! Everhardt winded but unwilling to give up on Mikey. He has been dominating nearly this entire match and isn’t about to give an advantage
back to Mikey. He delivers a few stomps then picks him up. A scoop and a slam. Now Everhardt is climbing up the turnbuckle with his back turned to Mikey…
moonsault time maybe? But Mikey is getting to his feet. Everhardt with a moonsault… caught by Mikey! Mikey is going to tombstone Everhardt… no! Everhardt
reverses it! NO! Mikey reverses it! NO! Everhardt reverses it and lands it! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! MIKEY KICKS OUT! Everhardt looks frustrated
and exhausted. He checks on Mikey who appears to be out of it, then decides to go back up top again. He won’t be deterred from delivering this moonsault!
But Mikey is stirring… he gets to his feet. Mikey climbs up behind Everhardt. And he’s bashing his head into the cage! AGAIN AND AGAIN! AGAIN AND AGAIN!
Everhardt is bleeding now too. Mikey with a waistlock… SUPER BACK SUPLEX! But Mikey is too exhausted to make a cover. Both men are lying on their backs
as the referee checks on them. Mikey appears to be the first to get to his feet. He is leaning against the ropes, blood still trickling down his face,
trying to regain his composure and come up with a game plan. He sees Everhardt slowly get to his feet and charges him… but Everhardt catches him with an
OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY! EVER-HARDT! EVER-HARDT! EVER-HARDT! EVER-HARDT! EVER-HARDT! Everhardt waiting for Mikey to get to his feet. He’s struggling, holding
his lower back…and he stumbles right into a Backdrop Clutch! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! MIKEY KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE NANOSECOND! Everhardt slow to
get to his feet. He brings Mikey with him. He’s going up top with him. Slowly they climb up the turnbuckles. Time for the HARDT ATTACK! This oughta do
it! He hooks him… but Mikey is elbowing his way out of it! Mikey again uses the cage wall to further crimson the face of his enemy. Mikey spins around…
INVERTED SUPERPLEX OUT OF NOWHERE! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Both men are not moving as the fans wonder if these two can inflict
any more damage on the other and still be able to continue. But their hatred for each other and their desire for the contender’s trophy keeps them motivated.
Both men getting to their feet. Mikey is the first. He’s standing behind Everhardt… MANNYPLEX! MANNYPLEX! COVER! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! NO! KICKOUT BY EVERHARDT!
Mikey slowly gets to his feet. Both men are bleeding and sweating, fighting to keep their eyes free of both. Mikey’s eyes fall on his glassy TWOx4! He
smiles. He reaches down and picks it up, smiling at it. He turns around… only to see a steel chair come at his forehead! He ducks it… and CRACKS Everhardt
across the cheek with the TWOx4. He swings it again but Everhardt blocks it with the chair. Everhardt hits Mikey in the gut with the chair. Brings it down
over his head… again ducked by Mikey! Mikey swings the TWOx4! CRACK! AGAIN! AGAIN! Everhardt falls. Mikey laughing maniacally as he slowly walks towards
his prey, who is now bleeding from his face. Mikey swings it down at Everhardt! CRACK! CRACK! AGAIN! AGAIN! The fans are booing unmercifully at Mikey as
he raises his bloody TWOx4 in the air, smiling ear to ear. Everhardt is crimson as Mikey drops the TWOx4. He begins setting up the table as Everhardt slowly
gets to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. Mikey kicks him in the gut… EVERPLEX! Mikey finishes setting up the table. He grabs Everhardt by the
arm and puts him on it. Mikey goes up top! THE MASSACRE-NO! NO! Everhardt rolls off and Mikey crashes through the table! Everhardt slowly gets to his feet.
He wipes the blood from his eyes as Mikey struggles to get to his feet. Everhardt steps forward…SUPERNICK! SUPERNICK! And he covers Mikey! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO!
NO! Kickout by Mikey Massacre! Everhardt gets to his feet and brings Mikey up with him. He’s bringing him up top! He hooks the Hardt Attack! Mikey with
a headbutt. Another. Another! ANOTHER! Mikey with THE SELLOUT! THE SELLOUT! Mikey draps an arm over Everhardt’s body. ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! KICKOUT!
KICKOUT! Nick Everhardt just kicked out of Mikey’s finisher! Mikey can’t believe it! He argues with the ref for a moment before looking up at the top of
the cage. He knows it’s going to take something special to finish off Nick Everhardt’s career. He climbs up the turnbuckle. Now he’s climbing up the FIFTEEN
FEET HIGH CAGE! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Mikey gets to the top of the cage and looks out at the fans… and feels
disgusted. He gives them all the finger with both hands then begins to climb down the cage. Mikey Massacre will do whatever he can to PREVENT the fans
from seeing something they want to see. They are now booing him unmercifully, not because they wanted to see Nick Everhardt splashed from the top of the
cage… but because they thought they were going to see a human being drop fifteen feet! Mikey gets back to the turnbuckle. Looks like he has settled for
The Massacre! HE NAILS IT! COVER! ONE! TWO! NO MORE NICK EVERHARDT IN REBEL? THREE! NO! NO! KICKOUT! NICK EVERHARDT KICKED OUT OF BOTH OF MIKEY MASSACRE’S
FINISHERS! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Mikey looks ANGRY! Both because he can’t pin Everhardt… and because he knows
what he must do. Even if it provides exactly the type of entertainment he doesn’t want to give the fans, Mikey knows what he must do. Sighing, using every
ounce of energy left in him, Mikey looks up at the top of the cage and begins making his way towards it. First up the turnbuckles, then slowly he climbs
up the cage. Everhardt is trying to move but his body is simply broken. Mikey gives his middle fingers to the booing fans before leaping off… FIFTEEN FOOT
TOP OF THE CAGE SPLASH TO EVERHARDT! The fans are both cheering and booing, conflicted about their feelings… what they just saw was INCREDIBLE but it means
Everhardt is GONE from REBEL! Mikey drapes an arm. ONE! TWO! THREE! Now it’s ALL booing as the fans realize what this means… JENNY JERSEY: And your winner…
and NEW holder of the Number One Contender Trophy… MIKEY MASSACRE! As a result of this match, Nick Everhardt will no longer be competing in REBEL Pro Wrestling.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Mikey is not moving. But Everhardt is. Slowly, as the booing intensifies, Everhardt gets to his feet. PLEASE
DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! Everhardt nods his head at the fans, points to them, and bangs his fist on his heart, letting
them know how much they have meant to him. The officials open the door to the cage and Everhardt slowly leaves a REBEL Pro ring for the LAST time. PLEASE
DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! Mikey is being given the trophy but isn’t conscious enough to appreciate the moment. Besides,
the fans aren’t paying attention to that. Their eyes are locked on Everhardt as he makes his way down the aisle, refusing medical attention, wanting to
leave his last match on his own two feet. He gives them one final wave before making his way through the curtain…………………… REBEL Pro Wrestling without Nick
Everhardt? There was a REBEL Pro before Everhardt… But can there be one AFTER him?

~Please insert Disc #2~

Barbed Wire Massacre 2010
Grady Cole Center
Charlotte, NC
5-7-2010

~Megavision~

The camera is on and is bouncing as someone runs with it down a hallway. A hand comes from behind the camera, slamming onto the push bar of the door as we hear Chet Whetlesson behind the camera panting heavily.

CHET WHETLESON: Fans, we just received a tip from an unknown source that there is breaking news in the parking lot.”

He continues breathing hard as both he and the cameraman rush outside to stand in the shadow of the setting sun. The camera pans around.

CHET WHETLESON: Where… Oh. My. God.

The camera snaps around where Chet indicates and there is Jonothan Kurtis, lying on the pavement bloody. J-Kurt is lying face down in a small pool of blood with his hand reaching out for his gym bag. J-Kurt has a gash on the back of his head, but the camera notices a “D” painted on his back in spraypaint.

CHET WHETLESON:(on cell phone) Get the EMTs out here quick, Jonothan Kurtis is down and severely injured.

The phone slaps shut as we fade into the video for Barbed Wire Massacre 2010.

Wrap the wire round the neck,

Several strands of barbed wire shoot onto the screen, moving and folding to make elaborate patterns on the screen.

pull it tight to suffocate

The strands tighten to reveal two words, “Rebel Pro”.

His mouth is spewing steaming blood

Blood begins to drip from the barbs of the wire spelling out “presents…”

Hang the body with a cord, gag his mouth

The strands begin moving wildly again, making no sense to anyone watching.

with shards of steel
He doesn’t know the pain he’ll feel
Interwoven deadly spikes, tightening cables

The strands suddenly tighten spelling out “Barbed Wire Massacre 2010″

lacerate
Assorted gashes open wide
Ruptured veins are gushing blood, scraps of
skin are flying off

The strands of wire fly off to the side as the camera pans around to the over four hundred people in the Grady Cole Center showing a capacity crowd.

The body of the helpless prey

Jagged cable binds, you scream, No escape
Metal barbs tearing at you, Rend your flesh

The camera stops on Rob Martinez, Corey Taylor, and Jenny Jersey.

Tear apart the tendons,
wire chokes the victim
Shred away his features,
shred away his being
Rip the tissue from the body, Rend your flesh

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Barbed! Wire! Massacre! 2010!

The song slowly fades away.

Lacerate, sharp spikes rip
Mutilate, pierce the skin

Mummified in the barbed wire
Breathing stops, life expires
Mummified in the barbed wire
Metal binds as you die

Tangled in a web of pain, No escape
Blood seeps through

the metal sheath,
Saw-like noose

JENNY JERSEY: The first contest is set for one fall with no time limit.

“Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets” hits up in the arena, the joyous crowd immediately shower this man with hatred, boos, and all out despise as Steve Parker walks from the back. He waves to the crowd before giving them a double eagle salute while laughing.

JENNY JERSEY: From Boston Massachusetts, he stands at five feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred and nineteen pounds… he is the New Alberta Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion… “THE STAR SPANGLED SENSATION” STEVE PARKER!

Steve walks down the aisle waving to the crowd as though he is in some big parade. He looks with distaste at the barbed wire surrounding the ring before clicking his tongue with disapproval and gingerly getting into the squared circle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steve looking like he doesn’t want to get hardcore.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, usually I go against the crowd at all costs, but this NAPW punk wanted to come down here, so… go barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Why not pull… actually pull for Jer$ey?

COREY TAYLOR: Because, not even I can sink that low.

“Go Hard” hits up in the speakers as the Rebel Pro faithful get to their feet for the first contest of the show, they are ready to get this card underway. From the back, to the big ovation is “Young Money” Jer$ey, he waves to the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paterson, New Jersey he stands at six feet four inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… “YOUNG MONEY” JER$EY!

Jer$ey walks down to the ring, slapping fans along his way until he steps up the steps and into the ring, facing off against Steve Parker.

DING DING

Jimmy Johnson talks to both men before stepping out of the way. Collar and elbow lockup center ring. Jer$ey floats into a go behind, Parker slaps his shoulder reversing with a go behind of his own before lifting with a German suplex. Jer$ey uses the momentum to flip himself on over to land on his feet, Steve is shocked at the athleticism and nods to his former partner. Another collar and elbow lockup, Steve with a right hand backs Jer$ey up into the corner, Jer$ey fires back with a right of his own and a second has both men center ring once more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well balanced so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on barbed wire… its my chance for redemption!

Jer$ey with a side headlock, Steve whips him into the ropes, Jer$ey bounces off the barbed wire ropes, synching in the hold tighter. Steve fires out with the point of his elbow, a second, and a third finally breaks the hold. Steve grabs him real quick, lifting and delivers an atomic drop that sends Jer$ey forward. Steve rushes forward, American Bulldog from Parker takes Jer$ey down on the canvas. Steve runs towards the ropes, springboard back flip catches Jer$ey’s lifted knees and Steve holds at his midsection in pain. Steve turns away, clutching at his midsection, Jer$ey up and set for a reverse DDT. Parker spins out of the hold, kick right to Jer$ey’s right knee takes him down to one knee. Steve lashes out with a kick to the kneeling Jer$ey, but he catches the foot. Steve delivers an enzeguri, but Jer$ey ducks under the move, having scouted his opponent very well. Jer$ey rushes forward with a side headlock, but Steve drops down avoiding the weakening move, having scouted Jer$ey very well as well. Steve back up quickly, dropkick to his back sends him chest first into the barbed wire covered ropes, Jer$ey bounces back ribbons of blood trickling down his chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jer$ey the first to feel the prickle of the wire.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes!

Steve with a second dropkick sends Jer$ey’s back into the ropes, but Steve springs to the top rope quickly, walking along the top quickly. Toe kick to the side of Jer$ey’s head, but Jer$ey has that counters by catching the foot. Reverse Dragon Screw Legwhip sends Parker spinning the opposite way, allowing Jer$ey to deliver a dropkick right into his ribs sending him into the ropes, tearing a bit of his flesh. Parker screams in frustration, pain, and the fact that he is actually involved with some hardcore aspect of Rebel Pro. Jer$ey boots him in the gut, lifting with a vertical suplex. Steve wiggles in mid air, coming down behind Jer$ey bringing him down with an inverted DDT. Parker makes the cover and Jimmy Johnson is there.

One…

Two…

Jer$ey kicks out with authority and this match is far from over here.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jer$ey able to kick out there.

COREY TAYLOR: Steve and Jer$ey must bleed more for me to get my money.

Steve pulls Jer$ey up to his feet, throwing a forearm at his face. Jer$ey catches the arm, tspinning and twisting it behind Parker’s back. Steve drops down, Jer$ey leaps over the counter attempt with an elbow to the back of Steve’s head driving him face first into the canvas. Jer$ey wastes no time in pulling Parker back up to his feet, elbow to the face backs him up center ring. Steve lashes out with a chop and the crowd can’t help the reaction as they “Woooo!” The sound catches Parker off guard, allowing Jer$ey to deliver a chop of his own and the crowd is behind him with a much louder “Wooooo!” Parker returns the chop, Jer$ey returns that chop. Chopfest! Woooo! Woooo! Wooo! Woooo! The chests are reddening from the force of the slaps, Steve goes for another, but changes at the last second, side headlock, he lifts his knee into Jer$ey’s face hard, he throws his head down with force and delivers another lifted knee blow. Jer$ey is on dream street as he looks dazedly at the crowd and Parker. Steve smiles while waving his finger in Jer$ey’s face. Slap to Jer$ey, but he catches the wrist, boot to the midsection, swinging neckbreaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men have gone back and forth, truly testing out who the better man is.

COREY TAYLOR: And the barbed wire has only come into play slightly… damn it!

Jer$ey lifts Steve back up, this time onto his right shoulder, he rushes forward with a running powerslam, Steve slides off his back shoving him hard and shoulder first into the corner. Jer$ey comes out, holding at his shoulder, dropkick from Steve, but Jer$ey avoids it. Steve back up quickly diving at Jer$ey’s midsection with a shoulder tackle, Jer$ey with a DDT sends Steve’s forehead hard into the canvas, he makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on you stupid idiot, use the ropes!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think both of these men want to show that they don’t need weapons to fight, Jer$ey and Steve definitely proving that here.

Jer$ey pulls Steve up to his feet, Parker slams a fist into his kidneys getting him some momentum. Steve hooks the head and cradles the leg, back drop suplex!

COREY TAYLOR: American Suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thought you didn’t like Steve.

COREY TAYLOR: Um… I.. uh… don’t?!

Steve is up,pulling Jer$ey up as well. Forearm to the face, spring off the rope with a kick right to Jer$ey’s face backs him in the corner. Jer$ey’s head lolls back on his neck, Steve runs along the ropes, flipping at the last second to drive both feet into nothing? Jer$ey drops down at the last second and Steve is draped stomach first across the ropes, Jer$ey kicks him right in the face. Steve goes limp on the top rope, causing it to sink slightly. Jer$ey gets him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry slam and runs forward.

ROB MARTINEZ: Million Dollar shot and this one has to be over!

COREY TAYLOR: ….

Jer$ey makes the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

Thr–

Kickout! Steve Parker just kicked out!

COREY TAYLOR: I knew you would!

ROB MARTINEZ: A very devastating move, it has to take something out of his tank.

Jer$ey pulls Steve back up, slamming a palm into the side of his head, but Steve lashes out with a jab to Jer$ey’s ribs getting him to momentarily drop his guard. Steve with a second jab, a third, and now Jer$ey is trying to protect his ribs and kidneys from the attack. Steve drops down, sweeping Jer$ey’s feet out from under him but he leaps at the last second avoiding the sweep. Jer$ey comes down dropping an elbow but Steve rolls out of the way just in time. Steve kips up to his feet, but so does Jer$ey only a few feet away. Both turn to watch the other, they clash and lock together in the center of the ring. Jer$ey shoves Steve backwards, Steve stumbles but here comes Jer$ey.

COREY TAYLOR: Supersize Kick right to the mush baby!

ROB MARTINEZ: Steve with the cover!

One…

Two…

Thr

Kickout!

Steve’s chin hits his chest as he is shocked beyond belief, he turns to Jimmy Johnson and orders his redneck and illerate ass to count simply One! Two! Three! Jimmy says that he will when one of them doesn’t kick out at Two! Steve gets in Jimmy’s face and gives him the business, Jer$ey rolls Steve up from behind and the shocked expression on Steve’s face is priceless before the back of his head slams into the mat.

One…

Two…

Thr–

Kickout!

Steve rolls up to his feet, throwing another superkick at Jer$ey, but he avoids it deftly. Steve spins around, trying to get another type of martial arts kick off, but Jer$ey slams home a superkick of his own! The crowd roars as Steve falls limply to the canvas, out cold. Jer$ey falls on top, hooking the leg and nodding his head as Jimmy slaps the canvas.

One…

Two…

And Jer$ey’s head nods a third time, but Jimmy Johnson doesn’t count a third slap as Steve manages to get a shoulder up.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: I can, Steve is one tough Yankee.

Jer$ey pulls him up, on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry as he climbs to the top rope. Jer$ey looks out to the crowd, intending on a top rope Million Dollar Shot! He leaps, but Steve counters as they roll and Jer$ey’s shoulder slams heavily into the canvas and he goes limp. Steve hurriedly rolls him over, hooking the leg and bracing his feet on the top rope. Steve tries to hide this from Jimmy Johnson before remembering that there are no rules in Rebel Pro.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

The crowd is silent for a moment, before they roar their disapproval and displeasure at Steve picking up the win.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… The Star Spangled Sensation… Steve Parker!

Steve stands there, looking to the crowd smugly before he goes to step out of the ropes. Jer$ey looks disappointed, but shoves himself up to his feet as quickly as he can. He taps Steve on the shoulder, Parker spins around ready to deliver a blow. Jer$ey sticks out his hand in a show of sportsmanship. Steve looks down at it and the crowd warns Jer$ey to not try this with Steve, he is a NAPW guy. Steve looks at the proffered hand for a good fifteen seconds before looking back up to Jer$ey’s face. Steve nods then shakes the hand of Jer$ey as Jer$ey points to Steve.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a show of sportsmanship there by Jer$ey.

COREY TAYLOR: Just a way for him to get in the limelight of Steve Parker one last time before he leaves the ring.

~Commercial~

Rob Martinez walks on the screen, smiling confidently to the camera.

Fans, I know I’m not as beautiful as Jenny Jersey, but I hope that you’ll still be interested in joining us on June 4, 2010 for American Anarchy.”

The scene slowly fades back into the Grady Cole Center.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your special REBEL Street Fight!!!

A roar of approval from the red hot crowd!

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the PA and the capacity crowd unleash nothing but hate towards the man that steps out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, hailing from Glens Falls, New York and weighing in at 341 pounds….Vincent Black!!!!

Black slowly makes his way to the ring, jaw jacking with fans with every step. He takes a moment to stop and yell at a fan holding a sign that read, ‘Black Fears The Spade!!!’

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..

“For The Love Of The Game” by Pillar bleeds through the speakers of the PA and The boos turn to a chorus of approval!

Duncan Aries steps out from the back holding a lead pipe in his hand and a look of intensity on his face.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from San Diego, CA and weighing in at…….

The ever lovely Jenny Jersey stops short as the camera quickly cuts to Black bum rushing Aries in the aisle! Aries slams the lead pipe into the gut of Black and referee Alan Stone calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: And this street fight is official! A lot of bad blood between these two men!

COREY TAYLOR: Why did the referee ring the bell? Neither man has even entered the ring yet! Shenanigans!

Aries again buries the lead pipe into the ribs of Black and the bigger man staggers away trying to get room in between the two men. Aries charges Black and takes the big man down with a shot to the back with the lead pipe! Aries stands over a fallen Black and gets a huge pop from the crowd. Aries takes several steps away from Black, measures him and nails a shining wizard on Black as the big man starts to pull himself up. Aries mounts Black and rains down several hard right hands to the head before Stone can pull him off. Aries shoves the referee aside and returns his attention to Black only to take a kick to the groin that drops him to all fours. Black slowly pulls himself up and drags Aries up to his feet. Black hoists Aries up onto his shoulders and charges down to the ringside area where he slams the back of Aries into the ring apron! Aries drops to his knees clutching his back in pain. A kick to the face from Black puts Aries down on his stomach and now it’s Black who is standing over his former tag partner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are willing to do whatever it takes to end the other mans career tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: As it should be!

Black pulls a barbed wire bat out from under the ring and waits as Aries gets back up to a kneeling position. Black steps behind Aries and starts to grind the barbed wire laced bat into the scalp of Aries! Aries is screaming in pain as blood gushes from the ripped flesh of his forehead! Black pulls away from Black and raises the bloody barbed wire bat above his head. This gives Aries times to swing his arm back and he low blows his former partner! Black doubles over, drops the barbed wire bat to the floor and staggers away as a bloody Aries pulls himself to his feet. Aries picks up the barbed wire bat from the floor and charges Black. Black ducks down and back drops Vincent over the guard rail and into the front row! Fans scatter and security does it’s best to get people out of harms way as Black pulls himself over the guard rail to attack Aries. Black stomps on the barbed wire bat ripping it out of Aries hands and pulls his bloody former tag partner to his feet. An Irish whip into a row of empty chairs from Black!

COREY TAYLOR: Those lucky fans are getting their moneys worth tonight!

ROB MARTINEZ: No wonder our insurance is so high.

Aries knocks away several of the chairs he’s crashed through and takes a boot to the face from Black. Vincent is all smiles as he starts to pile up several chairs as Aries struggles to his feet. Aries is scooped up by Black and slammed down into the pile of chairs! Black goes for a cover but Aries gets a shoulder up at two! Black argues with Alan Stone as Aries rolls away from the pile of chairs. Black turns his attention back to Aries and takes a right hand to the gut from his former partner! Another one doubles him over! DDT onto the floor from Aries! Instead of going for a cover, Aries gets to his feet and grabs a crutch from a fan. Black is getting up when he takes a shot into the gut from the crutch! Aries slams the crutch across the back of Black. Aries tosses the mangles crutch back to the hobbled fan and the fan looks ecstatic with his new ‘souvenir.’

COREY TAYLOR: That’ll be on EBay at the end of the night, trust me.

Aries pulls Black up and leads him through the crowd and back towards the ring. Black quickly hooks his arms around Aries and hits a side suplex onto the floor! Both men are laying prone on the hard concrete floor and fans are doing their best to cheer on Aries and also get their faces shown on TV. Black slowly gets up and pulls Aries up with him. Black spits right in the bloody face of Aries! Aries spits back into the face of Black and then follows up with a hard right hand to the skull! Another right hand! A third! Black is trying to cover up from this flurry and never sees Aries pick up a chair. A brutal chair shot across the skull from Aries! Black staggers through the crowd and they part like the red sea. Another wicked chair shot across the back! Black actually shoves a fan in the path of Aries trying to buy him some time. Stone gets the fan out of the way and Aries charges Black. Spine buster on the floor from Black! Black looks down at a bloody Aries who is writhing on the floor clutching at his back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God he could have broken his back with that move!

COREY TAYLOR: (muttering) Hopefully.

Black peels Aries off the floor and leads him away from the crowd and into the lobby, the camera crew do their best to keep up with the mayhem. The duo find themselves at the merchandise table and Black attempts to position Aries for The New Hope. Backdrop onto the floor from Aries! A bloody Aries grabs a tee shirt and wraps it around the throat of Black trying to choke him out. Black reaches back and rakes the face of Aries causing a break and pulls the bloody shirt from around his neck. Black tosses the shirt into the crowd and the fans fight for it like rabid dogs. Hard right hand from Black sends Aries reeling. A chop across the massive chest of Black has the fans ‘Wooooooooooooo’ing’ in unison.

Another stiff right hand from Black!

Another chop from Aries!

Right hand from Black!

Chop from Aries!

Another stiff right hand from Black!

Another chop from Aries!

Right hand from Black!

Chop from Aries!

Chop from Aries!

Chop from Aries!

Chop from Aries!

Black drives a knee into the ribs of Aries doubling him over! New Hope through the merchandise table from Black! A ‘Holy Shit!’ chant echoes through the halls of the arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: He just broke Aries in half!

COREY TAYLOR: I wonder if those tee shirts are half off now?

Black goes for a cover but Aries gets a shoulder up at two! Black pulls Aries up from the wreckage of the merchandise table and leads him away from the crowd. With a head full of steam, Black sends Aries slamming into a door. The door is nearly ripped off it’s hinges as Black staggers into the backstage area.

COREY TAYLOR: They’re in the kitchen area! Stay away from my Pigs N’ Blankets you bastards!

The two men are exchanging rights and lefts as the kitchen staff run for safety. A back elbow to the face from Aries stuns Black long enough for ‘The Spade’ to grab a hot plate and sling it at Vincent. Black gets his arm up and hot grease blisters his forearm and burns off the air along the limb. Black screams in pain and Aries cracks him across the head with a cookie sheet! Another shot from the cookie sheet and it flies off the head of Black, a dented piece of metal. Aries grabs Black and leads him through the kitchen. Black shoves Aries off and ‘The Spade’ smacks into a glass wall face first. A burnt Black grabs a fire extinguisher and slams it into the ribs of a dazed Aries! Black unhooks the nozzle and sprays down Aries! Black readies himself with the fire extinguisher and rushes at Aries! ‘The Spade’ hits a back drop and sends Black crashing through the glass wall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Hell!!!

COREY TAYLOR: These guys were the best of friends! This needs to stop now!

Aries steps through the shattered wall and stands over Black who is cut in dozens of places from the glass. Aries pulls Black up but takes a low blow that drops him to his knees. With both men now on their knees they exchange vicious rights and lefts, neither man willing to give an inch. Aries lunges in and bites the face of Black! Black shoves him off and slowly gets to his feet. Aries pulls himself up, his face a crimson mask and he follows a staggering Black across the pavement. A double sledge to the back from Aries sends Black stumbling out into the street! The sound of car tires screeching to a sudden stop causes everyone to flinch in what surely will be a tragic scene. However Black is left looking at a small car that’s stopped mere inches from him. The woman leans out of the car window and unleashes a stream of obscenities that would make a sailor proud. Aries pulls Black out of the street. Compassion? Nope. Short arm clothesline.

COREY TAYLOR: Black was almost killed! Think of all the DVDS we could have sold!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re disturbing.

Black is still on his feet and Aries leads him into the parking lot. Aries goes to whip Black into a car but it’s reversed and Aries slams back first into a car! Black staggers over to Aries and shoves him up onto the car hood. Black climbs up after him, pulls Aires to his feet and positions him for another New Hope. Low blow from Aries! Aries hooks Black, spins him around, nearly loses his balance on the car hood and then nails Black with a Rock Bottom onto the roof of the car! Aries stands on wobbly legs, wipes the blood from his eyes and pulls a motionless Black off of the roof of the car. A second Rock Bottom onto the roof of the car! Aries looks exhausted and the roof of the car has been smashed down. Black simply rolls off the car and hits the pavement like a sack of potatoes. Aries climbs down off the car hood, stands over his fallen ex partner and locks in his Ace of Spades crossface! Black taps out immediately and Stone is right there to make the call!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank God it’s over! What a brutal fight between these former friends!

COREY TAYLOR: Hey uh, was that my rental they just tore up?

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh…..Yeah.

COREY TAYLOR: Noooooooooooooo!!!

The camera switches back to Jenny Jersey who is standing at ringside, she along with the fans have been watching the mayhem on the Megavision and she makes the outcome official.

JENNY JERSEY: The Winner of this match…”The Spade” Duncan Aries!!!!

The fans pop huge and we quickly cut back to the parking lot.

Stone is raising the hand of Aries in victory when a beautiful woman bursts through the crowd and wraps her arms around a bloody Aries. She’s crying and Aries comforts her.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Duncan Aries wife Taylor! Good Lord, she had to watch this horrific match.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh who cares? My car! My precious!

~Megavision backstage~

We find the members of Dirty Money sitting in their locker room getting ready for their upcoming title defense. Casino is wrapping tape around his wrists as KKP is busy making sure the cough syrup bottles are all empty. The REBEL World Tag Titles lay on the bench beside them, gleaming from the overhead lights.

KKP: You know, it’s times like this that I’m glad we made up.

CASINO: Don’t say it like that Krusty. it sounds like we were lovers or something.

KKP: You know what I mean dude. Sorry about breaking up the original Dirty Money when I turned on you.

Casino shrugs his shoulders.

KKP: Also sorry I tossed you over the top rope and eliminated you at the 2010 NAPW Sole Survivor.

Casino glances over at KKP, smiles and starts to lace up his boots.

KKP: And I’m totally sorry I broke your television when I downloaded all 48 episodes of ‘Flavor Of Love’ on your TiVo.

Casino stops and glares at his tag team partner.

CASINO: Damn it Krusty! I KNEW that was you!

KKP: I can’t help it…..I like Flavor Flav.

CASINO: You need help.

KKP slaps the back of Casino and laughs.

KKP: You’re a riot Chris. Hey you ever get mad when people say you have no sense of humor?

CASINO: I don’t…..Wait. What?

KKP: Uh, nothing man. Just uh, something stupid I heard some people say.

Awkward pause.

KKP: Hey you know, I was thinkin’…..

CASINO: Krusty I told you, you cannot keep a guy locked in a pet cage in your backyard. I don’t care if they’re illegal or not.

KKP: No this isn’t about gettin’ another Dextro. I was thinkin’ that since we already have the REBEL Tag Titles, why don’t we go after those Tag belts in PWA?

A beat as Casino seems to consider this.

CASINO: Are you high?

KKP: Uhhhhhhhh……..

CASINO: Last time I checked, almost all the belts in PWA were held by butch women who no doubt used to be ‘featured dancers’ at seedy clubs next to anonymous airports. Aside from Maverick, PWA is a wasteland. You do know what PWA stands for right?

KKP: Pirates, Ninjas & Zombie Wrestling?

CASINO: No you ass, it stands for ‘Pu**Y Whipped Association.’ I’m more worried about killing off the Kurtis clan than I am about the lipstick lesbians in PWA. Let them hold their worthless belts.

Casino stands up and collects his championship belt.

Casino: Speaking of which, let’s go end some careers.

KKP: F**K yeah!

Krusty jumps up and collects his belt and rushes out of the room and into the hallway. Casino starts to follow when he stops suddenly. He tilts his head as if he’s just heard something.

CASINO: Hello?

A beat.

CASINO: Huh….Sounded like….Uh, nevermind.

Casino steps out into the hallway and the room is empty. For a brief second before we cut out we see the outline of a small shadow ( a female?) appear on the wall.

JENNY JERSEY: The following conttest is set for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship…

“My Old Kentucky Home” hits up in the speakers, but quickly dies down and is exchanged for “The Monster’s Loose”. No matter which song is playing, the crowd explodes for the person, or persons coming out from the back with a huge ovation!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way down to the ring from Wickliffe, Kentucky he stands at six feet and eleven inches while weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds… “THE BLUEGRASS BADASS”… MATTHEW KURTIS!

“Man, its a hot one”

It sure is as the heat for this team fills the building to the boiling point. From the back, smirking and cocky as ever is the team of Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, better known as Dirty Money. Both men point down to the ring and Matthew Kurtis who is begging the two of them to come on down.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team champions, they weigh in at a combined weight of Platinum Success… KRUSTY KID PAUL, CHRIS CASINO…. DIRTY MONEY!

Chris and Paul step up onto the apron and make their way carefully into the ring. Matthew wastes no time as he slams a forearm into Casino’s back before lashing out with a side kick to catch KKP in the jaw sending him into the barbed wire ropes.

DING DING

Matthew drags Casino on into the ring, forearm to the face, whip off the ropes sends Casino slamming into KKP which drives the barbs in deeper. Casino grunts as he rebounds into a back body from Matthew sending him crashing down hard on his back. Matthew turns around, running big boot to KKP sends him into the corner to slump and drop the title at his feet. Matthew picks up the belt, looks down at it, and slams it right into KKP’s face at a run. KKP is caught off guard.

COREY TAYLOR: A vicious attack before the match even starts.

ROB MARTINEZ: No rules in Rebel, so it is as legal as they come. I don’t blame him because this is a definite handicap match.

Matthew lifts KKP up onto the top turnbuckle as the crowd is roaring their approval, but the cheers quickly turn to boos as Casino slams a

shoulder into Matthew’s left knee at a run. Matthew folds backwards and Casino is there for a rollup as KKP leaps from the top with a butt smash on Matthew’s chest. Jimmy Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Matthew shoves upwards, letting his anger fuel his flame.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a kickout by Matthew Kurtis!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but Dirty Money can handle him easily enough.

Casino with an elbow drop to Matthew’s bad boys that stops him momentarily, KKP stomps on his face for good measure as Dirty Money seem to be picking apart Matthew right now. KKP brings him up to his feet as Casino watches on.

K-Cutt– NO! Matthew shoves him forward preventing the finishing move. Matthew turns to slam a fist into the shocked mouth of Chris Casino before shoving his foot deep into Casino’s gut. Matthew lifts Casino up, Bluegrass Bomb! dDear God… he may actually win this one!

COREY TAYLOR: What a save with the shoulder block to Matthew’s left leg again.

ROB MARTINEZ: a save indeed.

Matthew holds at his left leg again, but he quickly holds at his side as both Casino and KKP have him on the ropes, dragging him along the barbed wires. Double Irish whip sends Matthew running to hit the ropes on the other side. He rebounds, coming back, double drop toe hold sends Matthew’s face sliding down the top rope, the middle rope, and his throat slams across the bottom rope. Casino off running, he slams butt first across Matthew’ back, sending the wire digging deeper into Matthew’s flesh. Krusty actually hits the ropes, I think this cat loves pain, he lands with a double knee drop across his back and Matthew might be spitting out some blood here.

ROB MARTINEZ: This can’t go on for much longer.

COREY TAYLOR: Sure it can, Kurtis domination is a favorite past time of mine.

Dirty Money pick Matthew up and he is dripping blood from his neck where he has been punctured. Casino with a chop to the chest rocks Matthew backwards into the corner. Casino charges in, Matthew slams a boot into his face sending Chris falling backwards in surprise. KKP jumps into the fray, once again, throwing rights and lefts with out much precision, but he lands quite a few of them anyways. Matthew slams a fist down into the mouth of KKP and the lip is immediately busted open sending him backwards. Matthew charges out of the corner sending KKP down with a clothesline, the crowd is on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew has turned the tide here!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

Casino charges in for another shoulder block to the left knee, but Matthew has it scouted now, he spins slamming his knee right up into the face of Chris Casino. Casino’s momentum carried him right into the lifted knee and he bounces back stunned and possibly out on his feet. Yup, he falls down in a seated position, Kurtis with a running knee slams right back into Casino’s face and he is down on his back. Kurtis hears KKP running towards him and he spins. Flying forearm from KKP sends Matthew against the ropes. Matthew fires back with a right hand, KKP with a right. Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, and the men are just trading rights here, but there goes KKP with a left, but Matthew returns the favor.

COREY TAYLOR: They are like bull elephants throwing them fists.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bull elephants?

COREY TAYLOR: Not even I can be perfect all the time.

KKP is forced back against the ropes, Matthew boots him in the gut. KKP fights back with a kidney shot to Matthew and the Bluegrass Badass is in some pain now as the blood is still flowing from his throat. KKP with another kidney shot sends Matthew leaning to one side to protect his ribs, KKP with another shot, but Matthew blocks it with a forearm to the top of his head. KKP drops down to one knee, but Matthew brings him back up, boot to the gut.

COREY TAYLOR: Not like this!

ROB MARTINEZ: KKP up and ready for the Bluegrass Bomb!

Casino dives in while KKP is on Matthew’s shoulders and Matthew begins to fall backwards. Casino delivers a dropkick to Matthew’s back as KKP slips off the shoulders, twisting a bit in mid-air.

COREY TAYLOR: K-Cutter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Krusty Kid Paul showing why he is one of the best in this business and why Dirty Money is arguably the best Tag Team this sport has ever seen.

Casino rolls the leg up for the pin as Jimmy slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIILL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… Krusty Kid Paul, Chris Casino… Dirty Money!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew fought hard here tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: But just like Chad Kurtis and the other Kurtis brother, they always fall short… muhahahahahahahahaha!

~Commercial~

Chet Whetleson stands in front of a building, a bit nervous.

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He gulps and is red faced.

“Complete with sounds of pleasure.”

We cut back to ringside where we are now staring at an ominous structure, the Barbwire Steel Cage. Ref Jimmy Johnson stands outside the cage as the Rebel Pro crowd is already buzzing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Parents put the kids to bed, this next one isn’t for the weak of heart.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Look at this demented structure Rob!

ROB MARTINEZ: Some may say the two combatants in this match are also a bit on the demented side.

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t wait for Maverick to bring the gold back to the Demi-Gods. Wait, he already did!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corey everyone knows Johnny Maverick is not the official champion. That honor belongs to the grizzled veteran J.T. Whiplash.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Maverick has the title with him, and in just a little bit, he’s gonna make it official, putting that old sack of crap down for good.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re such an humanitarian. Let’s go down to ringside and Jenny Jersey.
Jenny looks a bit taken back by the structure that stands before her. She raises her mic to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the Barbwire Steel Cage Match for the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship!

A huge pop from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first..

“Lead Into Demise” by Kingdom Of Sorrow blares through the PA system as the huge pop for the match quickly dies and turns into a huge chorus of boos. Standing at the back of the aisle is Johnny Maverick, looking quite pleased with himself. He points to the Aggression Title around his waist, then points to himself as he spins around making sure everyone gets a good look at his Demi-Gods t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, weighing in at 225lbs, representing the Demi-Gods, he is The Filth And The Fury, JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

Maverick may be sporting a new shirt, but what draws more attention is his forearms and fingerless gloves. Wrapped around it all is barbed wire, as if there’s not enough of it in this match to begin with. Maverick takes the Aggression Title from his waist and hands it to Jimmy Johnson. Maverick walks into the cage slowly, taking a good look around, as his music fades out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick taking a good look at what will be his home tonight.

COREY TAYLOR: You mean playground. This man is as devious as they come.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent..

“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd blares over the PA system, the crowd rising to their feet in anticipation. Whiplash emerges from behind the curtain, waving the Confederate flag proudly, as he also has it wrapped around his neck in a bandana, wearing a t-shirt that is designed like a mechanic’s jacket with the name JT on the upper left hand side.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, he is the current Rebel Pro Aggression Champion, J.T. Whiplash!!

We notice Whiplash has barbed wire wrapped around a part of his fists, but what is most noticeable would be the thumbtacks literally glued to his knuckles.

COREY TAYLOR: That old geezer is nuts! Are those thumbtacks facing up?

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like it from here, and if he gets a chance to rip at Maverick’s face with those, the Demi-Gods might need to find him a good plastic surgeon.

COREY TAYLOR: Real funny Rob. I don’t care that Whiplash was announced the champion, Maverick came down with it, and he’s going to leave with it as well.

Whiplash kisses the Confederate Flag and leans it up against a barricade, as some fans have already begun unraveling it and displaying it like a banner, much to the delight of Whiplash. J.T. enters the cage, his eyes fixed on Maverick, as Jimmy Johnson closes the door behind him padlocking it. The bell rings to signify the start of the match.

COREY TAYLOR: Go get em’ Johnny! Cripple his ass!

ROB MARTINEZ: J.T. has a slight weight advantage in this contest, but in something like this, I don’t think it matters. Neither of these two fond on mat wrestling, so if you’re looking for an armbar or a wristlock in this one, I hate to tell you, you’re not gonna see it.

Whiplash and Maverick meet center ring, as Maverick is jaw jacking, motioning to the Aggression Title held by Jimmy Johnson outside. He then pokes Whiplash in the place where his Confederate bandana sits. He snorts and gets ready to spit a loogie on it, when Whiplash fires a shot sending the spit flying. He’s backing Maverick up a bit, but Johnny fires off a right of his own, backing J.T. up a bit following some more. Soon the two are exchanging blows in the center of the ring.
A shot of from Maverick.

BOO!

A follow up from J.T.

YEAH!

Maverick returns the favor.

BOO!

Whiplash rifles off another shot.

YEAH!

Back and forth the two battle, but its brought to an abrupt halt from a blatant low blow from Maverick, sending Whiplash howling to the mat in pain. Maverick points down at Whiplash and shakes his head in disgust, as the fans bring the heat to the former champ.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like it or not, that move is perfectly legal in a match like this.

COREY TAYLOR: I guess Whiplash won’t be sleeping with any ring rats tonight, ha!

Johnny slides to the outside and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair and slides it into the ring. Inside, Whiplash is using the ropes to get up. He charges at Maverick but runs right into a sick chair shot!

WHACK!

To the shock of everyone, Whiplash wobbles, but uses the ropes to hold him up.

WHACK!
Another shot sends Whiplash down a bit, but he’s still holding onto the ropes, though it looks like he’s on dream street. Whiplash stares up at the enraged Maverick and flips him off to the delight of the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: That lousy son of a-

Corey is interrupted by what sounds like a gun going off, a third shot from Maverick to Whiplash, which finally puts the veteran on his back. Maverick plants a foot on the chest of Whiplash for a very nonchalant pin.

ONE

TWO

WHIPLASH STIRS AND GETS A SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: The champ still has some life left in him!

COREY TAYLOR: Not for long, Maverick has something evil on his mind.

Indeed the challenger does, who looks at the dented chair, then back at Whiplash. He picks Whiplash up almost by his bandana and yells in his ear. He then holds the chair right by J.T.’s throat and pushes down hard with a loud THUMP as Whiplash falls back, clutching his throat in pain.

COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Now we never have to hear that idiot ramble on in that horrible southern twang he has!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick showing no remorse, and I suppose in a match of this caliber you can’t really blame the man.

Maverick stalks the injured Whiplash. He glances at the cage, and once again yanks Whiplash to his feet. Pointing to the cage, he runs with Whiplash and throws the champ hard against the cage face first. Whiplash crumples to the mat, a large cut opening on his forehead, blood coming down over his left eye. The crowd boos as Maverick holds his arms up in the air in triumph. He then lays with his back on Whiplash as he counts along with the ref.

ONE

TWO

WHIPLASH GETS A SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

COREY TAYLOR: Stay down old man! You’re gonna end up in the hospital!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd, once dead in fear of Whiplash’s safety, once again comes alive for their Southern hero!

Maverick curses under his breath and brings Whiplash up into a sitting position. He then runs his barbwire forearm across the head of the already busted open Whiplash, as JT howls in pain, the initial cut getting opened up further, as blood splatters the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: For those of you just tuning in, you’re witnessing the end to old fart J.T. Whiplash!

ROB MARTINEZ: The crowd once again not sure what to make of J.T.’s chances here, his eyes are almost blinded by all that blood.

Maverick brings a seemingly lifeless Whiplash to his feet, and whips him across the ropes. Maverick charges for a clothesline, but Whiplash dives forward, hitting Maverick right across the face with barbwire and thumbtacks.

LET’S GO WHIPLASH! *clap clap clap-clap-clap!*

The crowd is rallying the champ, who staggers to his feet. Maverick is soon to follow, a huge gash now open on his head. Whiplash fires a right, then a left, followed by another right, and another left, desperation shots doing their best to back Maverick into a corner. Whiplash then hits a series of chops with his barbwire fists, followed by more solid shots from the thumbtacks, the fans continuing to chant for the champion. Maverick is slouched over as Whiplash goes stomp crazy on the challenger.

ROB MARTINEZ: And Whiplash has come alive here! Those stomps are stiff!

COREY TAYLOR: He’s crazy! Get up Maverick!
Whiplash yanks Maverick up by the hair, a look of disgust on his face for the challenger. He gets a running start, and throws Maverick into the cage. Before he can fall, Whiplash turns and throws Maverick into another side, and another, until Maverick has tasted the steel of all 4 sides of the cage. Whiplash is breathing heavy, but doesn’t look to be done with the punishment.

COREY TAYLOR: Now what is this psycho thinking?

ROB MARTINEZ: By the looks of things, it looks like he’s going to do us all a favor and take Maverick back to the wood shed!

J.T. unhooks his big brass buckle belt that has the Confederate flag on it. As Maverick tries to push himself up from the mat, Whiplash goes down hard with a belt shot across the back. And another. And another. Maverick arches his back in pain as J.T. wraps the belt around his hand and knocks Maverick down with a buckle shot to the face. Whiplash holds his fist up as the crowd cheers as he crouches by Maverick and rains down right after right with the buckle, further busting open the challenger. Whiplash grins from under the crimson mask and holds both legs of the challenger. He then goes below the belt with the buckle, Maverick holding his groin in agony.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash pulling out all the stops here!

COREY TAYLOR: Is he demented? A man like Maverick doesn’t deserve this kind of punishment!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you serious Corey? This man stole the Aggression Title, insulted the people of the South, he deserves everything he’s getting!

Whiplash throws his belt down and slides out of the ring. Fishing around under the ring, he pulls out a barbwire baseball bat.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you’re an employee at a barbwire factory, well then this match is for you!

COREY TAYLOR: Get out of there Maverick! This man is insane!

Whiplash gets the fans on their feet as he points to Maverick, then taking a page from the great Babe Ruth, points to the nosebleed section of the arena. Whiplash swings and connects with the skin and shirt of Maverick, ripping the Demi-Gods shirt right off the torso of the challenger, much to the delight of the crowd. As Whiplash winds up again, Maverick hits a low blow on the champ, as the boos intensify once again on Maverick. Whiplash drops the bat, which Maverick snags, hitting Whiplash right in the gut with it, ripping off the nametag on his shirt. Maverick then slams it across the skull of J.T. knocking him to the mat in a heap. Maverick tosses the bat aside, sliding out of the ring. Its his turn to look for some toys. What he pulls out, sends shockwaves through the arena.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha ha ha! Yes! Thumbtacks!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash has some glued to his fists, but how will he feel having some on his back?

Maverick empties the contents of the bag all over the mat. Whiplash starts to make it to his feet and Maverick cinches in a DDT. Whiplash fires off shots to the gut, backing Maverick up against the ropes. Johnny pushes Whiplash away, swings, misses, and the champ picks Maverick up, dropping him with a back suplex..RIGHT ON THE THUMBTACKS!!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men got a bit of those tacks, but Maverick definitely got the worst of it!

Maverick is rolling around on the mat, trying to pick the tacks off of his back, but there are so many of them. Whiplash looks at the fallen Maverick, as he picks off the few tacks on his arm and back. He then begins climbing the cage, the fans popping huge.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s an official outside, plus Jimmy Johnson, Whiplash could easily leave out the door, but.OH NO.

COREY TAYLOR: This idiot can’t be serious! He’ll break his already broken body.

Whiplash has made it to the top of the cage. He is perched on the top. He gives himself a quick blessing and leaps off as cameras flash, delivering a huge Rebel Yell onto the prone body of Johnny Maverick. The fans are on their feet as they count along with Jimmy Johnson.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this bout, and STILL your Rebel Pro Aggression Champion, J.T. WHIPLASH!!!

COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well believe it Corey, overcoming the odds, Whiplash shows Maverick and the rest of his buddies that you don’t have to be the youngest dog in the fight to kick some serious ass!

Whiplash is helped to his feet by Jimmy Johnson, who hands him the Aggression Title as they make their way out of the cage. Whiplash shoves Johnson aside and goes over to where his Confederate flag is. Kissing it once again, Whiplash slaps his title on his shoulder and waves the flag proudly as the crowd eats up the victory.

~Fade to commercial~

Corey Taylor stands at the merchandise booth, a smirk on his face.

“Ladies, gentlemen, ah hell any of you rednecks with a few welfare checks to spare some change. Come check out the merchandise booth and help your dozens of rug rats look fashionable with any of the fine items from the booth. Such as the new Demi-Gods shirt, vintage Extreme Elite merchandise, the ever popular Michael Massacre jerseys, FTC DVDs, and Vincent Black memorabilia.”

Someone clears their throat behind the camera.

“Oh yeah, if your kid is too stupid to realize true talent, he can get any of the Kurtis merchandise but be warned it does make them appear stupidier the longer they wear it.”

He shrugs.

“My job is done, cut the camera.”

Back at ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!

“This Moment” by Disturbed cues up. The Freak emerges, distributing controversial shirts of himself being crucified on a barbed wire cross to a few lucky fans. The fans boo the hell out of him.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first competitor, from Anywhere & Everywhere, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty pounds… THE FREAK!

“YOU SAY I’M COCKY!”

”The Show” Chad Kurtis emerges to the biggest cheer we’ve heard all evening.

JENNY JERSEY: The second competitor, from Paducah, Kentucky, now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

“My Michelle” by BNR cues up. Marcus Marion, with Nicole Rhodes at his side, emerges to HELLACIOUS boos.

JENNY JERSEY: The third competitor, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds… the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a nasty look Marion just gave Jenny Jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: She deserved it! She betrayed him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, there are many sides to every story. She’s just a woman trying to do her job! Who has Jenny Jersey ever hurt?

COREY TAYLOR: Well, she’s hurt my heart every week!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, you’re a sucker for anything in a skirt.

COREY TAYLOR: True that, my man. True that.

The bell rings and Marion immediately slips to the outside, complaining about something in his boot. The Freak and Kurtis scowl at him but lock-up, neither trusting the other to retrieve him and throw him back in the ring. Kurtis muscles through with a side headlock, The Freak pushes him back into the ropes and whips him off. Kurtis reverses. The Freak off of the ropes. Kurtis anticipates a kick from The Freak and ducks but instead is surprised by a sunset flip… right into an Indian leglock!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think what we just saw was The Freak surprising Chad Kurtis with a combination of technical moves when he was probably expecting something very different.

COREY TAYLOR: Well, no surprise there. Kurtis, you, everyone else, always underestimating the capacity of The Freak. He knows if he can ground Chad Kurtis, he is well on his way to winning this match.

Kurtis reaches towards the ropes. There’s no such thing as a rope break in this match, but he hopes to use the ropes for leverage to reverse or escape the maneuver. Instead, what he finds is a few quick elbow jabs to the forehead from Marion! Finally, Kurtis gets to his good knee and rolls through the move, breaking it. The Freak and Kurtis get to their feet. Lock-up. The Freak throws Kurtis’ head into the barbed wire ladder! Kurtis stumbles… right into a Russian legsweep! The Freak stands, drops an elbow into Kurtis’ knee… and applies a mean kneelock!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was mere weeks ago that Marcus Marion defeated Chad Kurtis for the championship of the world due in large part to that injured knee! The Freak has a sound gameplan here!

COREY TAYLOR: I like Marcus Marion’s gameplan. He’s going to let The Freak wear Kurtis down while he rests.

ROB MARTINEZ: But he’s the champion! He shouldn’t be delaying like this!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s much smarter than you, Rob, don’t try to understand him.

Kurtis reaches, reaches… he grabs the ladder. And he tips it over onto The Freak, breaking the hold! Kurtis climbs to his feet as The Freak crawls from underneath the ladder. The Freak picks up the ladder and charges Kurtis with it. He swings it at him. Kurtis ducks. Dropkick! Kurtis picks up the ladder and stalks The Freak with it. Marion enters the ring… only to low blow Chad Kurtis! Kurtis drops the ladder. Marion again leaves the ring. The Freak off of the ropes… running knee strike! Caught by Chad Kurtis! Big spinebuster onto the ladder! The Freak rolls off, grabbing his back. Kurtis picks him up. Bulldog onto the ladder! He turns to face Marion, who is already in the ring with a steel chair. BAM! Right across Kurtis’ skull! Marion sets up the ladder and begins climbing it!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just unfair!

COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bull—

ROB MARTINEZ: –but this IS Bullshit!

Marion slowly climbs the ladder, carefully trying to avoid touching any of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, the Freak, beginning to bleed, gets to his feet and sees what is happening. He pushes the ladder over and Marion hits the ropes and tumbles to the outside. The Freak sets up the ladder and begins climbing himself, although much less carefully and much faster. Kurtis stirs. He rises to his feet. He pushes the ladder over, throwing The Freak to the outside where he meets Marcus Marion as Nicole is helping him up—all three fall to the ground in a heap! Kurtis sets the ladder up and begins ascending. His knee is slightly injured from The Freak’s maneuvers, but he is able to scale the ladder. Meanwhile, Marion and The Freak get to their feet. Marion tells The Freak to stop Chad Kurtis. The Freak responds with a big lungy to the face! Marion looks disgusted, as if the spit might contain a debilitating disease. He winds up to punch The Freak but it’s blocked! The Freak with a right hand! Meanwhile, Chad Kurtis nears the top. He begins tearing down the barbed wires that surround the title belt. Marion and The Freak are about to begin exchanging punches when they see Kurtis and both immediately run for the ring. They slide in. Each grabs one side of the ladder. They close the ladder—Kurtis still on top—and deposit him THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

COREY TAYLOR: I got a splinter in my ARM! I demand worker’s compensation!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re an independent contractor.

COREY TAYLOR: SCREW YOU!

Marion and The Freak fight over the ladder, each holding part of it. Their fight for it sends it tumbling to the outside. Marion yells: “Look what you did!” The Freak slaps him across the face. Marion with a knife edge chop. Another. A third! He whips The Freak across the ring, reversed! Marion comes off of the ropes… The Freak with a hurricanrana! Marion rolls to the outside, collecting his breath, as he talks with Nicole Rhodes. Meanwhile, The Freak is off of the ropes… PLANCHA to the OUTSIDE into Marion! Rhodes saw it coming and got out of the way just in time. She takes her high heel off as The Freak stands… and she nails him with it! AGAIN! The Freak looks angry and charges at her but she high-tails it down the ramp. The Freak relents and picks up Marion who meets him with an elbow to the gut. Another! A third! Stiff punch to the head of The Freak! Another! The Freak stumbles back… only to be leveled by a stiff kick from the REBEL World Champion! The Freak has trouble getting to his feet… only to receive a collar-and-elbow suplex onto the hard CEMENT!

COREY TAYLOR: This is Marion’s chance! Climb that ladder, my man!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both Kurtis and The Freak are seemingly out of it—this would be his best chance yet!

Marion rolls into the ring and begins setting up the ladder. He begins scaling it slowly, careful to avoid all of the barbed wire. Meanwhile, Chad Kurtis stirs. Marion gets to the top but has a hard time getting through the ridiculous amount of barbed wire hanging around the world title. Then he looks down and sees Kurtis entering the ring. Kurtis grabs the bottom of the ladder—but Marion quickly scales down it! He rolls out of the ring, leaving Kurtis standing there with the ladder confused. Kurtis begins setting up the ladder as Marion wakes The Freak up. He rolls The Freak into the ring. The Freak stirs but does not stand. Kurtis climbs up the ladder and looks down at The Freak.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kurtis is going to utilize one of his many high-risk, high-flying maneuvers to further weaken The Freak!

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, Chad, hit a man when he’s down! That’s REAL sportsmanlike!

But instead Kurtis leaps off of the ladder, springboards off of the top-rope and nails MARION with a springboard somersault plancha!

KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS! KUR-TIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion just got what he deserved via special delivery!

COREY TAYLOR: …via special delivery? You cheesy bastard.

The Freak slowly gets to his feet. He sets the ladder up and begins to climb. As he reaches the mid-point, Kurtis slides into the ring. The Freak hits him a moonsault off of the ladder! Marion gets to his feet just as The Freak grabs the ladder… which he SUPLEXES TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO MARION! Marion is busted wide open under the ladder. The Freak picks up Kurtis. Hits him with the RUSH! Kurtis falls to his knees, completely dazed from the RUSH. A kick to the head sends Kurtis to his back. The Freak goes up top. SIGHT UNSEEN TIME! NO! Nicole Rhodes gets revenge for her man by pushing him off of the TURNBUCKLE! The Freak rolls to the outside. All three men are down. Nicole Rhodes grabs her high heel and goes after The Freak with it… but here comes SHUT DOWN! Nicole Rhodes gets one look at him and runs away through the crowd—one shoe on, one shoe in hand. Shut Down chases her out.

The Freak slides various items into the ring he retrieves from underneath the ring. SINGAPORE CANE. TABLE. TRASH CAN. ANOTHER CHAIR. AND A BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT. Kurtis gets to his feet… baseball slide dropkick to The Freak! The Freak hits the guard rail. Kurtis with an amazing SPRINGBOARD HEEL KICK, sending both of them into the crowd! Meanwhile, Marion gets to his feet. Confused, he looks around for Nicole. Not seeing her, he enters the ring with the ladder and begins throwing the hardcore items out. And he begins to climb. Kurtis runs into the ring. Marion leaps off with a cross-body block but Kurtis catches him! The ladder falls into the corner, just in time for Kurtis to slam Marion into it! Again! AGAIN! Blood trickles down his back as he is dumped over the top-rope! Kurtis sets up the ladder. He begins to climb as The Freak grabs the trash can. He throws it and it nails Kurtis in the head! But Kurtis does not fall! He continues to climb. The Freak sets up a table at ringside then grabs the Singapore cane and enters the ring with it. He climbs up the other side of the ladder. The Freak and Kurtis meet at the top. The Freak hammers away at him with the Singapore cane! The Show refuses to fall! The Freak continues the vicious strikes. Blood flows from Kurtis’ forehead! And finally he falls down to the ground below. Marion runs into the ring. The Freak jumps off of the ladder with a Shooting Star Press to the fallen Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: What incredible action we’ve seen thus far!

COREY TAYLOR: I wish this match had pinfalls because The Freak would be the new World Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved Marcus Marion?

COREY TAYLOR: I do… but I hate Chad Kurtis even more than I love Marcus Marion. To see him lose, to see him pinned… I almost have a boner at the thought!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe we should have a policy of not talking about erections related to one man laying atop another?

COREY TAYLOR: …fine. Fair enough.

Marion kicks The Freak repeatedly before picking him up and whipping him across the ring. The Freak ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropes. Marion catches him with a kneelift that sends him staggering backwards. Knife edge chop. Another! Another! Marion picks up the garbage can. BAM! The Freak falls to the ground but somehow quickly gets up. Marion grabs the Sinapore cane. BAM! BAM! BAM! The Freak falls to the ground, holding his bleeding forehead. Marion knocks the ladder into the corner. He picks The Freak up. CATAPULT INTO THE LADDER! He picks up Chad Kurtis. AND A CATAPULT FOR HIM TOO! He dumps both men over the top-rope. He sets up the ladder. And begins the climb!

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, avoiding the barbed wire when he can.

He nears the top.

But Chad Kurtis and The Freak climb to opposite turnbuckles. Simultaneous DROPKICKS TO THE LADDER! It shakes and shakes… Marion falls THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE!

MEGA POP!

The Freak and Kurtis exchange blows in the middle of the ring. Kurtis takes the advantage. Irish whip to The Freak. Kurtis moonsaults off of the slumped ladder, catching The Freak with a headscissors onto the ladder! The Freak grabs his back, clearly in a world of pain. He gets to his feet and stumbles right into a… STARMAKER ONTO THE LADDER! And he tosses The Freak to the outside. He sets up the ladder and begins to climb.

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, letting the barbed wire pierce his skin.

He nears the top.

The Freak HUCKS THE BARBED WIRE BAT WHICH CATCHES THE SHOW AND SENDS HIM FLYING DOWN TO THE RING! The Freak pulls Kurtis out of the ring. He drags him towards Marion. He HANDCUFFS THEM TOGETHER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well… this is clearly the end of the match now! The Freak has handcuffed his opponents!

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant!

The Freak sets up the ladder and begins the climb.

Rung after rung!

He climbs towards the top, seemingly enjoying the barbed wire piercing his hands.

He nears the top.

Marion and Kurtis are forced to work together. They enter the ring. They try to push the ladder over… but The Freak hits both of them with a mean 450 SPLASH! He sets up the ladder again. And he climbs!

Rung after rung!

Towards the top!

He nears the top!

Kurtis gets to his feet, dragging Marion with him… he pushes the ladder! THE FREAK LANDS NECK FIRST ON THE GUARD RAIL!

Kurtis, dragging Marion behind him, sets up the ladder. He begins to climb!

ROB MARTINEZ: He is dragging the champion with him! He has no choice!

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus, baby… wake up!

Rung after rung!

Slowly, he drags Marion with him. Marion seems to spring to life. GERMAN SUPLEX OFF OF THE LADDER! And now Marion climbs the ladder, dragging Kurtis with him!

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis with him, nearing the top!

Kurtis comes to. He sidesteps onto the other side of the ladder and races with Marion towards the top. They reach the top. They use their free hands to exchange blows with one another! Kurtis with a headbutt! Marion with an eye gouge! Kurtis with a left hand! Marion with a right hand! Left! Right! Left! Right!

And here comes THE FREAK! SIGHT UNSEEN to the SIDE of the LADDER! ALL THREE MEN AND THE LADDER TOPPLE TO THE GROUND!

THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!

ROB MARTINEZ: All three men are on the ground, unmoving!

COREY TAYLOR: The Freak seems to have taken less of the brunt from that fall than his competitors.

The Freak slowly climbs to his feet, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes. He pulls the barbed wire off of the ladder and wraps it around both of his fists, tying a knot around both wrists to keep it on. Marion and Kurtis slowly get to their feet and continue where they left off, exchanging blows with one another! Here comes The Freak! BARBED PUNCH TO KURTIS! He falls to the ground, pulling Marion down with him. Marion gets to his feet, pulling Kurtis with him. BARBED PUNCH TO MARION! Marion and Kurtis both fall! The Freak pulls both men up. Kurtis with a kick to The Freak’s gut. Kurtis and Marion with a DOUBLE SUPLEX ONTO THE LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: The two most unlikely allies since Hardcore Entertainment and the Great Alaskan Ninjas!

Marion grabs the Singapore cane. Kurtis grabs the barbed wire bat. The Freak slowly gets to his feet. SIMULTANEOUS CANE AND BAT SHOTS SEND HIM BACK DOWN! Marion hits Kurtis with the cane! He stumbles but gets back to his feet… only to slam the bat into Marion’s gut and then across his back! He grabs Marion’s head… CK FINALE WITH THE HANDCUFFS ON! IT WORKS! IT WORKS! Kurtis sets up the ladder. The Freak gets to his feet and attacks Kurtis. Kurtis bashes Marion’s head into The Freak’s! SUPERKICK SENDS THE FREAK OVER THE TOP-ROPE! Kurtis begins climbing!

Rung after rung!

He drags a lifeless Marion behind him!

He nears the top!

He reaches through the barbed wire, his fingers touching the belt. He tries to get a better grip to pull it down.

Marion YANKS CHAD KURTIS DOWN THE LADDER BUT HOLDS ON HIMSELF! Kurtis dangles from Marion’s wrist as Marion climbs!

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis behind him!

Kurtis finally gets his feet on the rung of the ladder. Forearm shots to Marion’s back. Marion with an elbow to Kurtis’ head! Another! Here comes THE FREAK! He’s on the top-rope! Missile dropkick to the ladder…

… but Marcus Marion leaps up and grabs the title! Kurtis dangles from his wrist as the ladder falls out from beneath both of them, LANDING ATOP THE FREAK! MARION FALLS WITH THE TITLE IN HAND, LANDING ATOP CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: What in God’s name just happened?!?

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and STILL REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!

COREY TAYLOR: I’ll tell you what happened… Marcus Marion had his first title defense! His first of many, I might add!

EMTs run out to check on all three competitors, none of whom are moving, each of whom is breathing heavily and bleeding from a number of places.

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!

DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match, what a show, what all will happen next week?!

COREY TAYLOR: Alright already, go ahead and say we are out of time and we are outta here, I’ve got to go and call Hertz.

Rebel Pro logo… fade.

CREDITS:
World Title Triple Threat – M.J.
Dirty Money(C) vs BGM 2.0 – Bean
J.T. Whiplash(C) vs Johnny Maverick – Nick
Duncan Aries vs Vincent Black – Brion
Jer$ey vs Steve Parker – Bean

Aggression Theme Song(The Misfits – Attitude~Megavision~

Backstage, we see Casino and Krusty Kid Paul whispering to each other. They see the camera and wave it over.

CASINO: You want to make a name for yourself? Want to get your feet wet here in REBEL Pro?

KKP: Follow us.

The camera follows Dirty Money as they go down the hallway and enter a locker room. Matthew Kurtis is doing pushups. He turns his head just in time to see KKP drop one of his mean boots on the top of his head, slamming it into the ground. What follows is your typical kick-em’-when-he’s-down wrestlin’ stompdown. Then Casino spots a steel chair. He taps KKP and points to it. KKP smirks his approval. Casino grabs the steel chair, folds it closed… and brings it down on the back of the Bluegrass Badass’ knee! He hands it to KKP who does the same! They trade the chair, one-upping the other as Kurtis’ right knee and leg begins to bend unnaturally. Casino throws the chair down upon Kurtis. They walk away.

CASINO: See you later for our match, big guy.

KKP plays an air banjo before giving the middle finger to the fallen Kurtis. Matthew looks up grunting in pain and sweating heavily.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is unbelievable! Who does Dirty Money think they are?

COREY TAYLOR: They think they’re the best things to ever happen to REBEL Pro—and they’re right! What was Matthew Kurtis doing anyways? As if a few push-ups would have helped him in his match with the technical master Chris Casino!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chaos! This is chaos!

COREY TAYLOR: What a way to begin the Aggression before Barbed Wire Massacre 2010!

April 30, 2010

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

“Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo” enters the speakers as from the back to a mixed reaction is the most recent tag team to enter Rebel Pro, Foot Knife Sr and his son Foot Knife Jr!

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds, Foot Knife Sr, Foot Knife Jr… THE FOOT KNIVES!

“”Money To Blow” in the speakers, the crowd gives a big time reaction to Mack and Jer$ey as they walk out to the ring, followed by Stacey Brown.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, Jer$ey and Mack… YOUNG MONEY!

DING DING

Sr is in the ring against the big man Mack, he circles the much bigger man. Mack throws a right hand, Sr ducks under jabbing a right into Mack’s ribs before darting away from the left hook. Mack charges at the older Foot Knife, but here comes Jr into the mix, obeying the lack of rules in Rebel Pro, but Jer$ey is also joining in. Jr with a side headlock on Jer$ey, Jr is whipped into the ropes. Sr leaps from the middle rope, locking his hands around Mack’s neck and begins to bite his ear!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: Shades of Mike Tyson there.

Mack screams out in outrage, throwing Sr off of him, but Sr lands on his feet darting forward to pull Mack’s pants down around his waist. Jer$ey grabs a side headlock on Jr, Jr whips him into the ropes but Jer$ey holds on. Mack leans down to pull up his tights, Sr dropkicks him right in the face. Sr points to his head and nods, but Jer$ey kicks out with his left foot, connecting solidly with the kick to the head. Sr goes down, convulsing in the middle of the ring and Jer$ey bulldogs Jr to the mat before making a cover on Sr.

One…

Tw–

Jr boots him in the face breaking up the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Foot Knife Jr there with the save.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, ok.

Mack has his tights up, pulling Jr up with a double choke lift, Jr kicks him in the face. Sr is back up, pulling down his tights again and Mack drops Jr to pull them back up. Jr spins around, roundhouse kick to the face sends him into the ropes. Sr dives into a kneeling position and Jr comes flying off the back of his dad with a scissorskick to Mack. Jer$ey catches him from behind, full nelson slam back to the canvas. Sr gets up, holding at his knee, his old age beginning to play a part very early in this match. Mack off the ropes, tights around his knees, lifted foot into Sr’s face rolls him out of the ring. Jr is trying to get back up, he fires a right hand right into Mack’s groin, he falls to his knees. Jr sends another brass knuckled shot to Mack’s temple and the big man is out on his knees. Jer$ey has his own set of brass knucks, he swings but Jr avoids it with another roundhouse, this one connecting with Jer$ey’s temple and the knucks go flying. Sr back in the ring he and Jr team up, double clothesline attempt to Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: They must have been training.

COREY TAYLOR: How do I get past this world in the New Super Mario Bros?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Playing Nintendo DS, of course.

Mack is sent on his back, but Jer$ey is back up, showing tenacity and determination to reverse the Young Money losing streak. He sends a superkick to the back of Jr’s head sending him over. Before Sr can turn around, No. Look. Back!

Jer$ey makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Jer$ey and Mack… Young Money!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young Money with a much needed victory here.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn! My battery died.

~MEGAVISION~

The reigning REBEL Tag Team Champions are making their way through the back, just after the attack on Matthew Kurtis, when they make a sudden stop. or rather Casino makes the stop and KKP runs into him.

KKP: Dude what?

CASINO: (pointing) Look at that…..

The camera pans over and we see people wearing Bluegrass Mafia tee shirts.

KKP: Oh yeah, those are the folks that won that radio contest to come backstage and visit their favorite wrestlers.

Awkward pause.

KKP: Uh, I’m sure they didn’t know you were wrestling tonight or they……

CASINO: Shush!

Casino walks over to the group and gives them the evil eye.

KURTIS FAN #1: Hey! I know you! You’re that guy that Matthew Kurtis keeps beating up! Man, I remember when you used to be good.

CASINO: Wait. What?

KURTIS FAN #2: I dunno, he’s still okay. Not as good as say J.T. Whiplash or…..

Casino with a confident and knowing smirk, but it suddenly turns to surprise and a bit of rage.

CASINO: Enough you ignorant trailer monkeys! Whiplash? The Kurtis brood? What is wrong with you damn people? I’m one half of the REBEL Tag Team Champions!

KKP: With me!

CASINO: Mathew Kurtis has NEVER beaten me and….

KURTIS FAN #1: I dunno, I think he pinned you a few weeks ago didn’t he?

KKP: That didn’t count, it wasn’t an official match and I think Casino had the sun in his eyes or somethin’.

CASINO: Krusty….I GOT THIS OKAY!?

KKP: Yeah geez….You don’t have to yell. Look I’m gonna go get a hot dog. I’ll catch you in a few.

Casino watches his partner walk away and then turns his attention back to the fans.

CASINO: You know what? Just for you, tonight I’m going to beat Kurtis so bad he’ll slink back to his double wide and REBEL will never have to……

KURTIS FAN #3: Hey, do you know Bruce Richards?

CASINO: What? Well yeah. I mean it’s not like we hang out but I…..

KURTIS FAN #3: Can you get his autograph for me? I love that guy!

Casino looks at the fans and shakes his head.

CASINO: I f**kin’ HATE this state.

The fans watch as Casino stalks away.

KURTIS FAN #4: Who was that?

A hooded man walks into the scene.

MAN: That was Chris Casino. He is going to get his tonight, I’m going to make a point of it.

~COMMERCIAL~

Jenny Jersey walks in front of the camera, dressed in skin tight stone washed blue jean shorts and a tank top that is barely under her lovely… chest.

“Hey you all…”

She flirts and blinks her lovely eyes, well, lovingly.

“Coming up on May 7, 2010 is a show that I’m sure you all will want to be at.”

She looks wonderingly if anyone will show up, making sure to drag us there even if we are in jail.

“There will be a triple threat for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight title…”

She leans back up against the concrete block wall, showing well you know or your imagination does anyways.

“A Tag Team Championship match…”

She purses her lips.

“The Aggression title will be on the line and a big announcement.”

She licks her lips and pulls a strand of barbed wire from her back pocket, oh to be that piece of wire.

“Every match will have barbed wire involvement in one way or another as Barbed Wire Massacre 2010 comes to the Rebel Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina…”

She blows us a kiss… another one!

“See you there…”

Back to the Aggression Arena.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain cues up as Vincent Black makes his way over to the ring to a chorus of boos.

Rob Martinez: Black is looking quite confident here tonight.

Corey Taylor: As well he should, Vincent is back in fighting form and his opponent tonight is a hot porn star. It’s like a dream come true.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Glens Falls, New York; standing at six-foot eleven and weighing in at three-hundred forty-one pounds, Vincent Black!

The Acacia Strain dies off as it’s replaced by Black Flag’s “Slip it in”. From behind the curtain steps out a very attractive petit brunette wearing, well almost wearing, a very skimpy leather corset and knee high hooker boots. The men in attendance go nuts as she saunters her way towards the ring.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent from North Hollywood, California being accompanied by Ian Michael Schwarz, standing at five-foot three and weighing in at one-hundred twenty-three pounds, Marina Blue!

Rob Martinez: Marina Blue looking to make a statement with her first match in REBEL Pro being against none other then Triple Crown winner, Vincent Black. A win here to night would put her in contention for at least the Aggression title.

Corey Taylor: As sad as makes me to say this, I don’t think she has much of a chance. Vincent out-weighs her by more than double and has nearly two feet on her.

Marina enters the ring as Black stares at her with a confident smirk. Allen Stone calls for the bell as this match gets underway. Black moves in with a quick right hand that Marina easily ducks and responds by blowing Vincent kiss. Black can’t help but smile at her as she does a very suggestive dance in the center of the ring, much to the delight of the males in attendance.

Rob Martinez: An unusual but seemingly effective ploy to keep Black of his game plan.

Corey Taylor: I’m in love Rob.

Marina blows another kiss at Black before inviting him to join in the dance. Vincent’s smile (as well as other things) grow at the invitation. Black struts over to the lovely Marina Blue; thwack! Marina nails Black with a hard thigh kick, it’s quickly followed with a shot to the inner leg. Marina hits the ropes and leaps for a frankensteiner, caught by Vincent Black in perfect position for The New Hope! Marina kisses Black on the mouth! Black seems dazed as Marina Blue pulls out from the kiss. Black moves in for another kiss.

Corey Taylor: You get your filthy lips off of my future girlfriend!

Rob Martinez: You know he might actually hear you right?

The second kiss between these two is cut short as Marina bites down hard on Vincent Black’s tongue before swinging her body to deliver a DDT to the shock of Vincent. Marina get to her feet and punts Vincent hard in the ribs. Black is getting to his feet and he looks pissed off. Marina hit’s the rope again and hit’s a drop kick to the mouth of Black, sending him back down to the mat.

Corey Taylor: That’s it babe, kick that kiss stealing bastard’s ass.

Rob Martinez: I believe she kissed him first.

Corey Taylor: Your mom kissed him first.

Rob Martinez:…

Marina follows the move up with a cover.

One…

Two…

And Vincent tosses her off him like she doesn’t weigh a thing. Marina flies off him and to the outside of the ring. Vincent back to his feet and heads outside after her. Marina grabs a chair and tosses to Black. Vincent catches it… Marina goes for the Dirt Pipe Milkshake… Vincent side steps the move and brings the chair down across the skull of REBEL Pro’s newest competitor. Marina is cut open from that chair shot and Vincent smiles again. He tosses the chair aside, picks up Marina, and tosses her back into the ring over the top rope.

Rob Martinez: Looks like Vincent is done playing around with Marina. And we know that Black has no qualms about hitting any woman brave enough to step into a REBEL Pro ring.

Corey Taylor: I swear if he hurts her I’ll, I’ll…

Rob Martinez: What, you’ll stand up to Vincent Black? I’d pay good money to see that.

Corey Taylor: I paid good money to see your mom. HA! You’ve just been Twix’ed.

Rob Martinez: Twix’ed?

Corey Taylor: That’s two for me, none for you.

Black gets back into the ring and heads over to Marina. Black picks her up and sends her to the corner with an Irish Whip. Vincent runs in with a hard lariat and Marina crumples in the corner. Black picks her up again and grabs her by the throat… A big two-handed choke slam to the petit rookie. Vincent stands over her body as he signals for The New Hope. Black bends down and grabs Marina by the hair and puts her head in between his legs. Blue drops to her knees and plants an uppercut square on Black’s diamonds. Vincent doubles over, Marina lands another uppercut, this time she grabs a hold of Vincent’s family jewels and flashes a very mischievous grin to the crowd as she begins to twist. Vincent screams the scream every man knows and fears as Marina continues to twist and pull down. Vincent tries to punch his way out but Marina just absorbs the blows as she smiles and pulls even harder. Finally she relents her hold on Black, much to the relief of all the men who and the misfortune to witness that. Marina stands up and walks behind Vincent.

Rob Martinez: Oh my god!

Corey Taylor: I don’t think I want her to be my girlfriend any more, but I’m too afraid to break up with her.

Rob Martinez: I’m sure she’ll be fine.

Marina just slit the goal posts with a sadistic kick between the legs. Black is on the ground, tears steaming down his face. Marina bends down and kisses Black one last time before driving her heel once more into Vincent’s nether regions. A cover.

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is you’re winner, Marina Blue!

~COMMERCIAL~

Brion’s Bate and Tackle flashes up on the screen where an extremely overweight woman is sitting in a rocking chair that is fixing to give up the ghost at any moment.

“I like to fish and when I need some tackle I call Brion, he hooks me right up.”

The woman spits a wad of tobacco juice into the pond water before smiling and licking her gums.

“Smooth” by Santana and Rob Thomas cues up. Let the booing commence! Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, their title belts held high, emerge from the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, one-half of the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, accompanied by Krusty Kid Paul… “THE FUTURE” CHRIS CASINO!

DIE CASINO DIE! DIE CASINO DIE! DIE CASINO DIE! DIE CASINO DIE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, no one ever said REBEL Pro fans were afraid to speak their minds!

COREY TAYLOR: Free speech needs to have limits!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on! Obviously Matthew Kurtis can’t wrestle tonight! What are these guys going to do? Just rub that fact in our faces? Chris Casino isn’t even in his wrestling gear!

COREY TAYLOR: That suit looks like it is worth more than your annual salary!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wouldn’t be surprised.

Casino and KKP enter the ring. Casino smiles at the booing crowd and brings a mic. to his lips.

CHRIS CASINO: Aw, what’s the matter? Sad you’re going to have to wait until Barbed Wire Massacre to see Chris Casino in action?

“Anthem” by Good Charlotte cues up. The fans pop but are a little confused as Jonothan Kurtis emerges. He has a microphone in his hand. Jenny Jersey looks confused.

JKURT: You took out my brother, because you aren’t worried about me… but I’m fixing to give you something to worry about!

JKurt runs down to the ring as the referee forces KKP out of the ring. Casino looks pissed, obviously having assumed he was going to have a free ride. JKurt slides into the ring and is about to throw a punch. Casino throws up his arms to block it… but JKurt doesn’t follow through.

JKURT: You know what, Chris? I have a better idea.

“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf cues up to a MASSIVE POP! Chris Casino’s eyes open wide as “The Bluegrass Badass” Matthew Kurtis enters through the curtain, limping, but his eyes steadfast on Casino. JKurt leaves the ring, high-fiving his big brother. And he decides to stay ringside to keep KKP out of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: By God, we’re going to have a match!

COREY TAYLOR: But Chris Casino is wearing a SUIT! This isn’t FAIR! This is bullshit!

The bell rings. Kurtis lunges at Casino, locks up with him and backs him into the corner. Big right hands to “The Future!” He grabs Casino by his tie… and uses it to snapmare him onto his back! Before Casino can realize what’s happening, the Bluegrass Badass begins stomping on him unmercifully. Casino escapes to the outside. He begins walking to the back but Kurtis chases after him. Casino trips! Kurtis picks him up! Irish whip into the guard rail! Kurtis runs forward… Big Boot sends Casino over the railing! Kurtis slaps the hands of several fans before climbing over the guard rail. Meanwhile, Casino has taken his tie off. Kurtis picks him up, only to be choked by the tie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino will use anything at his disposal to gain an advantage!

COREY TAYLOR: And that’s why he is one of the most accomplished men in independent professional wrestling!

Kurtis’ face reddens as Casino cinches the tie. Elbow from Kurtis! Another! Another! And a big belly-to-back suplex to Casino! Kurtis takes the suit jacket off of Casino. And he rips it in front of Casino.

CHRIS CASINO: No! No! It’s an Arman—

—Kurtis kicks Casino in the face! He picks Casino up and throws him over the guard rail and follows him over. Big right hand to Casino who stumbles in the direction of the ring. Another right hand! Another one! Casino with a drop toe hold out of nowhere, forcing Kurtis’ head into the corner of the ring apron! Casino stands and gives an evil look to the booing fans. He grabs a steel chair, closes it… and slams it down on the back of Kurtis’ right knee! Again! Again! Here comes JKURT! He jumps up onto the ring apron… spinning heel kick takes Casino down! Here comes KKP. JKurt with an Asai moonsault off of the ring apron onto KKP!

BLUE-GRASS MAFIA! BLUE-GRASS MAFIA! BLUE-GRASS MAFIA! BLUE-GRASS MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that high-risk maneuver hurt JKurt as much as it hurt Krusty Kid Paul!

COREY TAYLOR: Stupid idiot! That’s why steel chairs are so much better than flips and whoop-de-doos!

Kurtis gets to his feet and throws Casino into the ring. He follows him in, clearly favoring his knee. He picks Casino up. BLUEGRASS BOMB! NO! Casino reverses into a hurricanrana! But Kurtis quickly gets to his feet. SUPERKICK! Kurtis falls back into the corner. Casino climbs over the Bluegrass Badass onto the top turnbuckle. Super bulldog! He picks Kurtis up. BANKRUPT 2.0! The fans boo as Casino makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR—FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Casino stands and raises his arms, thinking he has won. The referee explains it to him and he can’t believe it! He’s arguing with the referee and pointing at the rope. Meanwhile, Matthew Kurtis springs up Undertaker-style! Casino is busy arguing as Kurtis climbs to his feet.
BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS!

Casino finally relents and turns around… only to get the big boot to the gut! BLUEGRASS BOMB! BLUEGRASS BOMB! And he picks him up again for good measure… a SECOND BLUEGRASS BOMB! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

THAT’S IT!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner… “THE BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS!

KKP enters the ring and pulls Casino out before Matthew Kurtis can do any more damage to him. They retreat as the Kurtis brothers raise their arms in the ring, soaking up the cheers.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s going to be a war at Barbed Wire Massacre!

COREY TAYLOR: Why does a rope break work in REBEL Pro? I thought we were no DQ, no countout, no bullshit!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s still pro wrestling, buddy. Don’t be a soar loser!

COREY TAYLOR: Your wife is fat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What? What? Come on, that’s inexcusable!

COREY TAYLOR: Focus on your job, Rob!

~COMMERCIAL~

Rob Martinez steps from the left of the screen as Corey Taylor enters from the right.

COREY TAYLOR: “Do I really have to do this?”

ROB MARTINEZ: “We are rolling now and if you want to get paid, I suggest you try and sell some merchandise.”

Corey turns to the camera, holding up a Chad Kurtis t-shirt.

COREY TAYLOR: “If you need a good cloth diaper, be sure to wipe your ass with the new Chad Kurtis shirt.”

Rob can’t believe it, his chin drops to his chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: “Corey!”

Corey turns with a smirk on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: “None of you gave me a script, bet you will next time.”

Fade back to Aggression.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks many of you heard word of “The Spade” Duncan Aries asking for his immediate release from Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, the pansy ass. Aries runs away again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Actually Corey, our sources have discovered that Aries actually asked for his release because of some kind of issue at home with his wife Taylor.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s a lame excuse. Keep your lady in line Aries.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re not quite sure what the issue is.

“For The Love Of The Game” suddenly interrupts Rob as the crowd rises to their feet in shock and anticipation.

ROB MARTINEZ: Could it be?

COREY TAYLOR: I doubt it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yes it is! Aries is here!

Indeed The Spade is standing at the beginning of the aisle, his hands on his hips, surveying the crowd in those Pilot shades he always wears. In a jean jacket covering a black Affliction t-shirt and black cargo pants, he walks down the aisle to a chorus of cheers. He slides into the ring and calls for a mic, looking out onto the crowd once more.

CROWD: ARIES! ARIES! ARIES! ARIES!

COREY TAYLOR: Why are these morons chanting his name? He quit!

Aries paces the ring a bit, waiting for the crowd to die down a bit before raising the mic to his lips.

DUNCAN: In this world that we live and breathe, eat, sleep, all we think about is coming out here and entertaining you people. For nine years you have cheered me, you have booed me, you have watched me climb to the top of the mountain, you have watched me fall down and have a hard time getting back up, but damn it, I always got up. I always got up because I had just that much more to give to you, that much more to give to this business that I love.”

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on, what is this a tribute show?

ROB MARTINEZ: Shush Corey, let him talk.

DUNCAN: Here at Rebel Pro, I may not be the most technically sound guy, I may not be the fastest, the strongest, the biggest, but I damn sure am one of the toughest, and you can take that to the bank. There are people, and I know who you are, that think Duncan Aries is some whining little bitch, but none of you, none of you know the real story. I came back to Rebel Pro with one goal in mind, to be at the top of this company’s ladder. Since November, I have doing what I do best, kicking ass and taking names. I carried that sorry excuse for an athlete Vincent Black, and even though I respect Justin, I carried his ass too. I almost single handedly carried the Rebel Pro Tag Titles and that division on my shoulders.

CROWD: ARIES! ARIES ARIES ARIES!

DUNCAN: And yeah, we lost the belts, because Vincent Black is jealous of me. He’s a bitter man who knows without me, he’d never be a Triple Crown winner. So he interferes and costs us the titles. Fine. I can live with that. Because I know if I had the time, I could find another tag partner and take the gold back in a heartbeat. No, that’s not what I came for. So I started out again in my singles career, facing a piece of crap named Krusty Kid Paul. Paul comes out and tries to convince you all, convince himself, that he’s better than me, when he knows without Chris Casino and a shady ref, he’d be eating food through a straw. Was I pissed? You bet. Because like I said, a ref doesn’t decide when I’m done and out, when I’ve had enough. I do. No one else.

The crowd once again pops for Aries who takes his shades off, hanging them on his shirt collar.

DUNCAN: This brings me to The Freak a guy who, in a round about way, earned my respect. He came at me, he put it all on the line, but there’s one thing he didn’t do, and that’s pin my shoulders to the mat. Yeah, because I clunked my head on a ladder he put me to sleep. Parents put their kids to sleep. Do you want a cookie Freak? Give me a break. The next time we meet, and there will be a next time, I can assure you of one thing. The fact that I lost to a guy who’s going to be an afterthought at Barbwire Massacre, pisses me off almost more than anything in the world. So take pride in your work kid, but don’t count on it for a second time around.

Duncan rubs his chin, hanging his right arm on the top rope.

“This brings me to now. The other day I got a call from the woman I love, the woman I vowed to take care of and protect at all costs, my wife Taylor. She was worried. She was in a panic, all because somebody decided to play cute and start calling in death threats on me and my wife. The voice on the answering machine is distorted, but I have some guesses as to who it might be. I was ready, I was willing to step away from this, because as much as I love this business, win, lose, or draw, my wife, the eventual mother of my children, she is more important than any title or accolade this sport can offer me.”

COREY TAYLOR: I think I’m going to gag.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Spade showing us he’s a real man Corey. He’s putting his personal life before his career.

DUNCAN: “Just when it seemed the curtain was going to close on my time here in Rebel Pro, I had a little chat with Larry Gordon. We discussed my frustrations both personally and professionally, and this is what we came up with. I will compete at Barbwire Massacre in a Street Fight, and I will tear that stupid Neanderthal Vincent Black limb from limb!”

The crowd roars in approval, Aries cracking a smile.

“And Larry Gordon has offered me all the help and services he can give to keep my wife safe, and to find out just who is behind all of this. So what does that mean? Well it means first of all, I’m not going anywhere!”

The crowd chants “Aries” as Duncan nods with approval.

“It also means when I find out who the jackoff is dumb enough to meddle in my personal life, he’s not going to answer to any other authority but me. So to whoever it is, if you’re watching, if you’re in the back, you’ve got two choices. Either show up at an event and announce to me and the world that you’re the punk that deserves a beating. Or two, I go through every single Rebel Pro wrestler until I find out who is responsible. Any blood that I spill, friend or foe, won’t be on my hands, but on the hands of whoever feels it necessary to stick their nose in my business. The culmination doesn’t descriminate..it just takes care of business.”

Aries drops the mic as “For The Love Of The Game” by Pillar blares once more, Aries exiting the ring and going up the aisle, slapping hands with fans as he goes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strong words from Duncan Aries, who has decided to stay with Rebel Pro, and my god Corey, what’s going to happen to whoever is doing this to Taylor?

COREY TAYLOR: He’s going to get a handshake from me, that’s what. Duncan needs to grow up and just fight. He acts like he’s the only one with problems.

ROB MARTINEZ: Having your wife threatened by some unknown person is not some ordinary problem Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, I guess. Whatever.

Vincent jumps from the crowd, slamming into Duncan with a fist and knocking him backwards. Vincent has a mic in hand.
ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Vincent Black, what is he doing?!

COREY TAYLOR: Sending Duncan packing?

VINCENT BLACK: Duncan… after our match next week, you aren’t going to be able to worry about your wife. You won’t be able to take care of your wife. Hell Duncan… you won’t even be able to take care of yourself after I’m finished with you.

The crowd boos heavily.

VINCENT BLACK: These idiots can cheer you, they can boo me, but come Barbed Wire Massacre 2010, they will cry for you Duncan when I beat you, bloody you, and leave you brain dead and relying on a calostamy bag.

Duncan charges at Black, but security is there with six men going after Vincent to hold his big frame back. Only two men go after Duncan to hold him back as he wipes the slight trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Duncan looks at the back of his hand and at the blood. He raises his head to Black and nods, his eyes boring right into Black’s.

~MEGAVISION~
~Pre-recorded~

WARNING:

The following video is best suited for a mature audience, only.

Thank you,

-Rebel Pro Management

And we open up on the Sunset Strip in West Hollywood. More specifically, the Viper Room. The camera pans to show many club goers enjoying a care free night out on the town. With industrial music playing in the background, and people letting loose on the dance floor. The strobe lights bathe the entire club and bouncers walk around to and fro.

As we dig deeper in the nirvana, we see a blocked off VIP room. Two hired hands are seen guarding the room, and inside we catch a small glimpse of Marcus Marion fooling around with strippers. Bottles of bubbly are seen resting on ice as The World Champion is fullfilling his every carnal desire.

With the World title spread across his lap as well as the two women beside him, the night just couldn’t get any livelier. As the camera pans, lines of “snow” are seen spread-eagled across tables. Strippers, like junkies, are seen taking multiple hits. A bouncer walks up to a drunken Marion, notifying him of a visitor.

BOUNCER: Marcus, someone is here to see you. Says you two have business to discuss.

Marion, shaking his head to regain composure, motions the bouncer to send the guest in.

MARCUS MARION: Bruno, send her in. I KNEW she’d come.

All of a sudden, kicking down the door is “The Confederate Copperhead” J.T. Whiplash, sporting his Moonshine Workers of America trucker hat and a Copperhead Road distillery T-Shirt and Wrangler jeans with black cowboy boots as he yells out to Marcus.

J.T. WHIPLASH: It’s ASS-WHOOPIN’ TIME, PURTY BOY! Ya ready to pay the piper, son?

Strippers begin to cover up at the violent introduction of J.T. Whiplash. Marion beholds the imposing sight before him, much like he’s just seen a ghost. His eyes grow wide with fear.

MARCUS MARION: WHAT THE HELL!!

J.T. can’t help but smirk while showing the piece of paper the janitor gave to him as he starts to speak.

J.T. WHIPLASH: Let’s just say that I got myself some friends in mighty high places, but all that matters now is that when I git done with ya, by the time ya come to, yer gonna need a new hair-cut!

Marion seethes with anger, the thought that Jenny Jersey “betrayed” his confidence, cuts like a knife. He then begins to stagger out of his chair, making sure to keep a good distance between himself and the intruder.

MARCUS MARION: Asshole, this is MY time. This is harrassment!

J.T. WHIPLASH: Welp, I don’t see no Johnny Law, no Johnny Maverick, no Chris Casino, or no Krusty the Klown here…. so it looks like yer up the creek without a paddle!

Whiplash begins to walk toward Marion, strippers one by one, slowly move out of the way. Marion begins to beg off, the World Champion wants no part of the Confederate Copperhead.

MARCUS MARION: WAIT! Before you go trashing the place. Why don’t you cool down and get yourself a drink?

On that, Marion picks up a glass of untouched vodka on the table, then throws it into Whiplash’s face. The young stripper, sobering up from the effects of alcohol, comes to her senses. Wobbly she stands to her feet, beside Marion, barely able to support her own body weight.

J.T. WHIPLASH: And ya just ruined my shirt, TOO!

The tiger stalks his prey. In a blind rage, Whiplash charges full speed, in the direction of Marion, the room has all but cleared out. If he could stop he would. Because her shriek for help is cut short in her throat. 243 lbs of muscle almost tears in half 123 lbs of intoxicated and drug riddled stripper – after Marion violently shoves her in the direction of a blood thirsty Whiplash. The force of the blow knocks her out of her heels, and crashing through a wall.

J.T. WHIPLASH: SHIT! SOMEONE GIT SOME HELP OUT HERE, DAMN IT!!!

With no regard for the havoc he just caused, Marion makes a dash out of the room, World title over his shoulder, narrowly escaping Whiplash’s clutches, again. Whiplash looks down at the stripper who is seen unconscious and bleeding from her wounds like a stuck pig, in anger he pounds the ground with his fist. The last shot we see is a single droplet of stripper blood plopping against the floor.

Back to the arena

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall…..

‘Cells’ by The Servant hits the PA system and the REBEL crowd crane their necks to see the newcomer.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, representing The Pioneer Wrestling Association, he hails from Portland Oregon and weighs in 172 pounds……The PWA Television Champion, ‘The Perennial Loser’ Jacob Collins!!!

Collins steps out from the back, TV Title around his waist and gets a decidedly mixed reaction from the crowd. He smiles as he heads towards the ring, giving high fives to the fans along his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent……

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow blasts through the sound system and the crowd are united for this guy. Hate all the way.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Demi-Gods, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds……”The Filth And The Fury” Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick steps out from the back and flashes a grin to all his detractors. He’s covered in belts as on his right shoulder rests the stolen REBEL Aggression Championship, his left shoulder is the home for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship and around his waist? The retired REBEL Carolinas Championship belt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick already starting to play some mind games here with a show of all of those championships. Only one of which he can actually lay claim to.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey we all know that possession is 9/10ths the law! And anyway don’t hate on the only man in REBEL to hold three separate championships!

ROB MARTINEZ: What? One of those titles don’t even exist anymore!

COREY TAYLOR: Shush! The match is about to begin! Let’s go REBEL!

Both men are in the ring and Alan Stone is doing his best to collect all of the championship belts from both men. Maverick is trash talking Collins but he’s not taking the bait. With the belts handed off to an official at ringside, Stone calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: This special challenge match between PWA and REBEL is now underway!

Maverick continues to lay into his opponent hurling every insult he can think of at him but Collins simply stares him in the face. Maverick slaps Collins hard across the face! Collins catches a kick thrown by Maverick and spins around taking ‘The Filth & The Fury’ off of his feet with a back spin kick! Collins hits the ropes and ducks under a clothesline from a rising Maverick. Collins springboards off the second ring rope, twists his body in mid air and nails Maverick with a flying cross body. Maverick quickly rolls Collins off and gets to his feet only to take a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and to the outside! The once all pro REBEL crowd are now quickly warming up to the speedy and high flying man from PWA! On the outside Maverick is back up to his feet just in time to take a suicide dive from the PWA TV Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick needs to ground Collins if he wants to have a shot in winning.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s fighting a guy who calls himself a ‘loser!’ How do you take that seriously?

On the outside Both men are slow to get up but Collins rolls Maverick into the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. Collins springs up to the top rope and tries for a body splash but Maverick pulls up his knees and buries them into the ribs of his foe! Collins scrambles to get to his feet but Maverick drills him with a running knee to the side of his head. Maverick rolls to the outside and pulls back the ring apron. Out from under the ring appears a trashcan filled no doubt with weapons of mass destruction. Maverick rolls the trashcan into the ring and slides in after it. Collins is again trying to get back to his feet when he takes a running Yakuza kick to the face that nearly flips him head over heels. With Collins down, Maverick returns to his plunder and dumps out it’s contents of mayhem. With a sadistic grin Maverick picks up a chair and advances on Collins. Maverick sets himself and watches as Collins struggles up to his feet and then does his best to wrap the chair around the skull of the PWA TV Champ! Collins drops like a brick and Maverick stands over him chair raised above his head as the crowd rain down boos and insults.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey is REBEL liable if one of our guys kills a PWA wrestler?

Maverick opens up the dented chair, places it in the ring and takes a seat to watch as a dazed and hurting Collins uses the ring ropes to pull himself up. Maverick gets up and lays into Collins with a double thrust to the throat. ‘To Easy, this is to damn easy!’ Maverick screams to the crowd as whips Collins off of the ropes. Collins quickly reverses the move and hits a low dropkick to the legs of Maverick that causes him to drop face first into the chair! Without wasting a moment, Collins picks up the mangled chair, folds it up and cracks it across the back of a stunned Maverick! Another shot has Maverick clutching at his back in agony. A third shot from the chair and the REBEL crowd has been whipped into a frenzy! Collins grabs an arm of Maverick and pulls him into a nearby corner. Collins places the chair across the chest of Maverick and then proceeds to hit a split legged moonsault onto both the chair and Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: Collins showing that he has some REBEL spirit in him as well!

COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffffft.

Collins goes for a cover but Maverick places a foot on the bottom ropes before the referee can even start his count. Collins mounts Maverick and peppers him with several stiff right hands to the head. Maverick shoves him off and Collins heads towards the pile of plunder that Johnny has brought into the ring. Collins picks up a computer keyboard and turns his attention back to Maverick. Maverick ducks under a wild swing and jabs a thumb into the eyes of Collins! Maverick snatches away the keyboard and slams it across the head of Collins! Little plastic keys fly everywhere as Collins drops to his knees. Maverick grabs Collins and drills him with a Michinoku Driver then quickly transitions into a fujiwara armbar! Collins quickly is able to scoot his body close enough to the ropes to drape a leg over the bottom one causing a break. Maverick rolls away from Collins and crawls over to his weapons stash. This time it’s the trash can itself that Maverick picks up and he heads towards Collins. Collins brings him down with a drop toe hold and Mavericks head smashes into the trash can as he collapses to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: Collins showing some great heart!

COREY TAYLOR: Geez, go announce for PWA why don’t ya?

Collins gets to his feet and heads to the top of the nearest turnbuckle waiting as Maverick pulls himself to his feet. Collins takes to the air but Maverick is able to catch him with a dropkick to the ribs on the way down! Maverick looks pissed as he lays in the boots to Collins who is doing his best to cover up. Maverick drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. Out from under the ring comes a table and the crowd pops for wood! ‘We Want Tables!’ The REBEL faithful chant as Maverick slides the table into the ring. Collins is starting to get up when he’s dropped from behind by a jumping inziguri from Maverick. Maverick returns his attention to the table and picks it up. He props it up against the corner and pulls Collins to his feet. Maverick hooks Collins from behind and sends him smashing through the table with a brutal looking half nelson suplex! Maverick quickly pulls Collins out from under the debris of the table and away from the corner and goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Collins kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Amazing! Collins is still in this!

Maverick is arguing with referee Alan Stone and never sees Collins pull himself over to the stash of plunder Maverick brought into the ring. Maverick shoves asides the referee and reaches down to pull Collins up. The PWA TV Champ quickly rolls over onto his back and smack a cheese grater across the skull of Maverick! Maverick staggers back and drops into a seated position, holding his head with both hands. Collins quickly scrambles over to him and again clanks the cheese grater off of the head of Maverick who is now busted wide open! Collins tosses away the cheese grater and rolls to the ring apron as Maverick slowly gets to his feet. Collins quickly stands up and hits a bloodied Maverick with a springboard seated senton! Instead of going for a cover, Collins rolls off of his man and heads to the turnbuckles. Maverick nearly has his chest crushed by a top rope elbow drop! Collins in for the pin!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Maverick gets a shoulder up just in time!

COREY TAYLOR: That’s our champion for us! What heart!

ROB MARTINEZ: But Maverick doesn’t hold any REBEL Champion…..

COREY TAYLOR: Quiet!

Collins is pulling Maverick to his feet when he takes a low blow that drops him to the mat. A bloody Maverick looks down at Collins and sneers. Maverick pulls Collins up and hits his dreaded Drain Bramage! Maverick goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Maverick pulls Collins up!?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the?

Maverick smiles through the blood and shakes his head ‘No.’ He mounts Collins and drives stiff MMA style elbows into the skull until a gash opens up on the top of the head of Collins! Maverick rolls off of Collins and out to the ringside area where he pulls another table out from under the ring. Again the REBEL crowd pops huge for the sight of wood but Maverick simply ignores them as he slides the table into the ring. Collins has rolled over onto his stomach and blood is steadily trickling down from his scalp and onto the mat. Maverick sets the table up in the center of the ring and goes to collect Collins. Collins is yanked up and Maverick hoists him up and plants him onto the top turnbuckle. Maverick climbs up after him and attempts a superplex! Collins blocks it! Again Maverick tries for the superplex and finds it blocked! Collins suddenly comes alive as he unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts to the head of Maverick that stuns him. Collins positions Maverick and hits his Three-Seconds Flat (styles clash) off of the top rope and through the table! A raucous ‘Holy Shit!’ chant erupts from the crowd as both men lay prone and bleeding on the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: He….He could have hurt one of our main eventers! I say throw this match out and award it to Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: My God what a move! I can’t belive either man is still conscious!

They are, but just bareley. Collins crawls away from Maverick and when he reaches the ring apron he yells for something. The time keeper hands Collins his PWA TV Title and Jacob slowly gets to his feet. Maverick meanwhile has shoved chunks of table off of him and he too is slow to get to his feet. Maverick turns to look for Collins and take a shot right between the eyes with the PWA TV Title! Maverick collapses onto the mat with Collins on top of him!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

COREY TAYLOR: I call shenanigans!!!!

The referee calls for the bell and raises the arm of a bloody and battered Collins.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match…..’The Perennial Loser’ Jacob Collins!!!

The fans give the outsider a heroes ovation as he crawls away from a still unmoving Maverick.

The curtain parts and two bloody bodies are tossed out, first is a bloody Chris Casino with a “D” drawn on his chest with black spraypaint and here comes Krusty Kid Paul right behind him with an “A” on his bloody chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the…?

COREY TAYLOR: That sob Duncan Aries! It has to be him with the haneous and cowardly attack on the best damn tag team in the world!

ROB MARTINEZ: What about their attack on him not so long ago?

COREY TAYLOR: Are you smoking that stuff again? You have no idea what you are talking about.

ROB MARTINEZ: Either way, it is a tough night for the Demi-Gods! What does this mean going into the Barbed Wire Massacre?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh the inhumanity!

~CREDITS~
Jacob Collins vs Johnny Maverick – Brion
Matthew Kurtis vs Chris Casino – MJ

Marina Blue vs Vincent Black – Brad

Foot Knives vs Young Money – Bean

Aggression Arena

Durham, North Carolina

April 23, 2010
“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. canadian pharmacy review 2012 the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

“Alcohol” hits up in the speakers, a loud chorus of boos resound off the brick walls as from the back comes the Ragin’ Redneck… Bubba J.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is “THE RAGIN’ REDNECK” BUBBA J!

He looks out to the crowd before flicking them off. He pushes one fan out of a chair, picking it up and folding it shut.

“You say you know just who I am”… Bubba J knows who it is because Jacob steps from the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steel chair shot right to the face Corey!

COREY TAYLOR: Bubba J wasting no time here.

Jacob tries to stop the second swing, but Bubba slams it right into his groin before slamming a fist into his chin. Bubba J whips him into the railing, sending him over with a clothesline and he is laughing. He points at Jacob before pointing to the back.

“That is where you need to stay son!”

Jacob with a beer bottle right to the face of Bubba J backing him off. Jacob leaps from the railing, driving a knee right into Bubba’s face sending him against the other railing. Jacob picks up the cords at his feet, he whips Bubba J down the aisleway. Bubba J falls down but slams a nacho chip right into Jacob’s face, it doesn’t hurt but distracts him. Bubba J picks up a woman’s pocketbook, he slams it into Jacob’s face staggering him back.

ROB MARTINEZ: That could have a brick in it.

COREY TAYLOR: A woman’s pocketbook is deadly, never know what is in them things.

Bubba J pulls Jacob towards him, thumb to the eyes before pulling a fork out of his boot and stabbing Jacob right in the damn forehead with it! Jacob pulls at the fork, but Bubba J has it lodged good in there and he pounds away with his fists at Venar.

COREY TAYLOR: Stick a fork in him, he’s done!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not funny and definitely not appropriate.

Jacob fires a right hand through the crimson mask slowly covering his face, it connects sending Bubba J backwards from impact. Bubba stumbles from the blow, Jacob fires another as he wipes his eyes. Bubba J is near the ring now. Jacob runs with a forearm shot, but Bubba J slams the steps right into his face. Jacob falls back, but good news is the fork is dislodged and now on the floor. Bubba J picks up the steps again, he brings them down on the concrete as Jacob rolls out of the way. Jacob boots the redneck in the stomach, then he dropkicks them right into his midsection knocking the wind out of him. Bubba J drops the steps, Jacob up to the railing, coming down with an elbow into Bubba J’s shoulder blade. Bubba J gasps from the sudden and sharp pain. He spins away from Jacob, who now has the fork, he dives under the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is running like a coward.

COREY TAYLOR: Is not!

Bubba J’s feet disapper under the ring and Jacob is in hot pursuit. A clunking sound is heard and Jacob screams as he pulls his head back, a staple in the bridge of his nose. Bubba J crawls out from under the ring, a staple gun in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other. He sprays Jacob in the face stunning him, but Jacob dives through the mist to slam into Bubba J sending the fire extinguisher into Bubba’s face. Bubba J drops the staple gun as well as the fire extinguisher, and Jacob picks up the stapling gun, he cahchunks one into Bubba J’s cheek.

Cawchunk! cawchunk! cawchunk! cawchunk!

Jacob is going crazy with the staple gun and Bubba J has several staples in his flesh as he fires a right hand. Jacob side steps the attack, cawchunk to the head and another staple is added to the collection. Bubba J diving to get out of cialis generic the way. Jacob follows, but Bubba J spins around, football tackle to Venar sending the back of his head into the steel post. Bubba J digs under the ring, knowing help has to be there. He pulls out a Crown Royal bag, he digs his hand into its depth. A thumbtack right to Jacob’s lip, another to the cheek. Bubba J pulls Jacob’s tights away from his waist, he pours the entire bag down his pants!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is wrong!

COREY TAYLOR: Then why does it feel so right?!

Bubba J kicks him right in the gonads, driving the thumbtacks into his flesh as he is now hurting very… very… very bad. Bubba J rears back, kick right to his balls and Jacob drops into a bent over position.

COREY TAYLOR: Trailer Park Trash!

Bubba J rolls the unconscious Jacob into the ring. He picks him up again, Irish whip into the ropes. Jacob looks to be dead on his feet. Boot to the balls again, another TPT!

COREY TAYLOR: A second, Bubba J trying to show Jacob who’s boss.

Bubba J gets down in Jacob’s face, his head twitching from side to side as he yells something.

“come on you sumbitch, just open an eyelid and you’ll get the win… just open one eye Jacob you piece of shit!”

Bubba J laughs, he gets out of the ring and rips the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

BUBBA J: You know Jacob, I don’t need a win to prove I’m better than you. I don’t need that win because you showed that you could somewhat back up your words. But what gets me is the intensity that you showed this week, don’t get me wrong I’d love to kick your ass some more but…”

He shrugs.

BUBBA J: “I know cheap wins hurt you more than losing so… I forfeit… you win… bitch!”

Bubba J laughs as he walks up the aisle way, laughing the entire way and flipping off the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: That was so perfect!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob hates a cheap win.

COREY TAYLOR: Exactly why Bubba J did that, he hurt him more than if he pinned him… that man is brilliant.

The scene fades in on the Megavision, inside Hardcore Drinking. The place is quite busy, with Heidi tending bar wearing a revealing white “Hardcore Drinking” top. She is passing out drinks like there is no tomorrow. Vincent Black is sitting at the bar, talking with a few customers, a mug of beer in his hand. He is wearing a red Hardcore Drinking t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His long hair is untied, yet neatly kept. He is obviously drunk. He glanes over, and looks at the camera.

VINCENT: Oh, what the hell are you doing here?

Heidi rolls her eyes, and replies.

HEIDI: Vince, you wanted a cameraman here.

Vincent looks hard for a second.

VINCENT: Oh. Why?

Heidi smirks.

HEIDI: I don’t know, asshole! Why don’t you ask him?

Vincent gets angry.

VINCENT: You are what you eat, dick!

Everyone around Vincent stops and looks for a second, then burst out laughing.

HEIDI: You… you… (laughter), you just told me you eat assholes.

Vincent looks at Heidi for a moment, deep in thought, then smiles.

VINCENT: I did, didn’t I? Well, I am kinda drunk, maybe. Look, cameraguy….

Vincent spins around and looks at the camera

VINCENT: You tell the f*cking guy Larry Gordon that he’s lucky I didn;t showup today at Aggression. I would have put Duncan Aries throuh a f*cking wall today, that prick. Did you see that shit sneak attack me? Like, like he was some kind of baby-dicked ninja or some shit? Man…. we’re gonna have a street fight I think he said. He accepted my challenge, and he wants a street fight. Well, okay, Duncan MacLeo…. Duncan Aries. Fine. I swear to God, I will powerbomb your broken ass through the top of a car, into a sewer, and through a shop window. You won’t even remember how many there are.

Heidi looks at Vince with a confused look on her face.

HEIDI: How many what, Vince?

Vincent looks over at Heidi?

Vincent: What?

She sighs, shakes her head, and takes the next order.

Vincent: Yeah, when you and I meet, I have some pent-up Aggression to take out on you. Pun intended.

Vincent laughs at his own terrible joke as the scene fades out.

“Oddities” that song equals boos here in the Aggression Arena as from the back carrying a big cardboard box and a tater gun is The Freak. Freak shoves a t-shirt from the box in the gun and sends it flying into the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: From anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five foot seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds… THE FREAK!”

The Freak fires off another shirt into the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

~Commercial for Barbed Wire Massacre~

An old fashioned black and white grainy film is up on the television. It fades closer and we can see a card announcing the matches so far for Barbed Wire Massacre 2010

COREY TAYLOR: Back from commercial and this is a lovely t-shirt, it is the ones that Freak made in his last promo, he is just a great guy.

“For the Love of the Game” hits up and the crowd is on their feet as Duncan Aries steps from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from San Diego, California, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds… “THE SPADE” DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan stares at Freak in the ring, he is aiming to rip him a new one here tonight.

DING DING

Duncan stares motionless at The Freak, who dives to the right of Duncan, but Aries is prepared for the attack slamming a fist into Freak’s face. Duncan pulls Freak up, but Freak has a thumbtack covered set of brass knuckles, slamming them right into Duncan’s midsection causing an immediate trickle of blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: viagra cost per pill 100mg He didn’t waste any time going hardcore.

COREY TAYLOR: It is evident that Freak is going to win and is just playing with Aries right now.

Freak with a roundhouse punch, Duncan flips him with a Judo throw, stomping down on the back of Freak’s neck. Freak rolls up, holding at the back of his neck, Duncan charging. Freak drops down, elevating Duncan over the top rope to the outside, but Duncan lands on the apron. Freak turns around intending to dive outside, but Duncan with a shoulder into his midsection slams him short of his destination. Duncan hops over the top rope, leg drop across Freak’s neck. Aries pulls Freak up, Irish whip into the corner. Freak scales the turnbuckle, flipping back and corkscrewing himself over Duncan’s body to land on his feet. Freak with a dropkick into Duncan’s back sends him face first into the middle padding. Freak off the ropes as Duncan turns around, running boot to the face spins Duncan down to one knee.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the Freak Go!

ROB MARTINEZ: Glad to see you aren’t biast in anyway.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you crazy? I’m pulling for Freak all the way.

Freak slides out of the ring, intending on getting something to further his fun. Freak with a chair, he tosses it up into the ring, but the chair immediately comes back down, but Aries is on top of the weapon. Freak bounces into the railing, blood trickling from his forehead after the chair’s impact. Duncan pulling the chair up, holding it in his hands like a baseball hat, he swings. Freak ducks under, avoiding the blow. Freak with a kick to Duncan’s stomach but Duncan shoves forward with a shoulder into Freak’s face with a forearm. Freak is slammed backwards into the ring apron and Duncan charges forward. Freak slams a boot into his sternum and Duncan is back up against the railing, very winded and gasping helplessly for breath. Freak climbs on the apron, running along its surface, up the turnbuckle, back flipping off and sending a double wrestling boot to the face flipping Duncan over into the crowd. Freak up slowly, onto the railing now, not caring if people get out of the way or not, he is poised to make a strike.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could hurt some fans!

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly, who really cares?

Freak dives off with a split legged kick right to Duncan, but Aries slams the broken end of a beer bottle right into Freak’s groin. The sharp glass, added momentum of Freak, and he is hurting tremendously as he rolls on the ground, his hands between his legs.

COREY TAYLOR: That… ain’t good for his evening plans.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan can play the hardcore game as well.

Duncan pulls the now greenish colored Freak up to his feet, face slam into the railing. Suplex over the railing to the concrete on the other side, Duncan steps over. Irish whip sends Freak into the ringpost, he bounces back, holding at his forehead with one hand and the other is still located down there trying to console his one man army. Freak spins around, clothesline takes him up against the railing, Duncan digs under the table, pulling out a table.

“We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap “We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap “We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap “We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap

Duncan looks out to the crowd, pointing at the table and smiling as he slides it into the ring.

“We! Want! One! More!” “We! Want! One! More!” “We! Want! One! More!”

Duncan obliges as he slides another table into the ring before crawling in himself. Freak is still clutching at his balls as Duncan marches towards him. Freak kicks out, Duncan sidesteps the blow. He pulls Freak up.

DRIED RED PEPPER FLAKES TO THE EYES!

Duncan holds at his eyes, Freak laughs, but is still stepping gingerly. Freak off the ropes, kick to the left leg, off the ropes, kick to the right leg and now he seems to be toying with Duncan. Freak sets up a table, he sets up the second table, he is out of the ring. Freak is bringing in a ladder and a spool of barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Barbed Wire Massacre 2010 isn’t for another two weeks!

COREY TAYLOR: But Freak is getting started early.

Freak wraps himself and Duncan up in barbed wire, quickly snapping the ends off for each person before he wraps the tables up in the flesh ripping material. Freak laughs as he squirts lighter flued from a small canister in his shorts pockets before flipping a lighter and lighting a table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh! My! God!

COREY TAYLOR: Got any marshmellows?

Freak pulls Duncan up, the table on fire as he drags himself and Duncan up the ladder,. Duncan with a right hand, Freak with a right of his own. Freak with a forearm to the throat, but Duncan catches the arm, flip off the top of the ladder! To! The! Flaming! Table! Freak is driven through the table, but Duncan is right on top of viagra online him!

One…

Two…

Freak with a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: Me either, no one has any marshmellows, and a perfectly good fire going to waste right there.

Freak rolls out of the debris, but Duncan is trapped by the wire surrounding him to the ladder. He is struggling to get free of the fire as well as the ladder, but Freak is there with the spool slamming it into Duncan’s head. Duncan goes head first into the leg of the ladder, Freak wraps a ton of the wire around his leg.

ROB MARTINEZ: Barbed Wire Triangle choke!

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan is out!

ROB MARTINEZ: In all honesty, I think th eblow to the back of the head and subsequent headbutt into the ladder knocked him out.

Jimmy Johnson lifts Duncan’s arms once, it falls. Twice, it falls. Thrice, and it falls again, he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Freak releases the triangle choke, slapping Duncan before rolling out of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… The Freak!

COREY TAYLOR: The losing streak continues for Duncan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan showed a lot of promise in his promos this week, he is finding things that work, but he just wasn’t right after that fall from the top of the ladder.

Elite by Deftones roars over the capacity crowd, white strobe lights bathe the arena, as Mega vision comes to life. The fans look toward the entrance way,

and out steps, guided by the Bad Girl of Rebel Pro, Dirty Money, Johnny Maverick, and Marcus Marion.

The fans could care less for the showmanship of the foursome as they hurl slurs and shout chants…

CROWD: DIE!! DIE!! DIE!!

It’s good to see stupidy is alive and well in some circles. The World Tag team titles are slung over the shoulders of Dirty Money, as they literally drip

with arrogance and contempt. The old Carolinas title is seen fitted around the waist of Johnny Maverick and he looks into the crowd to see a “WHY JOHNNY

WHY?” poster hanging. The five some (plus Nicole) take to the ring. The World Champion is afforded a mic; so he can break the ice.

MARCUS MARION: I want to apologize to the ENTIRE Rebel Pro organization for my actions at the last Aggression, during that match against Matthew Kurtis.

I mean the Dirty Money sneak attack. Johnny Maverick galloping down the ring with lead pipes. Take it for what it’s worth; it was a miscue on my part.

A glaring mistake that should have NEVER spiralled out of control the way it did. And for that I am forever sorry. Forever ashamed. So I apologize, from

the bottom of my heart, for nearly turning Matt Kurtis into a certified vegetable last week…

The fans look on with confused looks on their faces.

When CLEARLY, it should have happened a LONG time ago.

That’s it. The fans lose it. Marion, stroking the World title, further antagonizes the crowd.

What? It’s the truth. Matthew Kurtis, if you put a live mic to his face right now, he’d tell you the same thing. Besides being the Kurtis with the jaw

packing the highest concentration of sand, he’d tell you, with all sincerity, that his only meaning in life is to be the prop on the set, just waiting

to be BLOWN the hell up. But I am talking the in past tense. There are only TWO people that mildly concern me now. And that’s that trailer park trash Whiplash,

along with Chad Kurtis. Boys, it’s almost time to pay the piper. You’ve run your mouths all week like two damn divas, like you were the DARLINGS of Rebel

Pro…

When it’s OBVIOUS that the only men who hold that distinction in this federation, happen to be the men that draw the BIGGEST crowds. The men that even

though this org can’t stand the SIGHT of us. Just where the hell would it be WITHOUT us? Dirty Money, Johnny Maverick and THE Revolutionary Marcus Marion…

Heh, you can just call us the…DEMI GODS!

And after tonight, you won’t EVER forget it.

The fans obviously are not impressed as they rain down boos and shout their best insults (which are pretty lame actually) at the newest stable in REBEL.

Marcus smiles as he hands over the microphone to a stoic looking Chris Casino.

CASINO: You can boo, that’s fine. You hillbillies are entitled to your opinions, no matter how misguided they might be. But you cannot deny that standing

in this ring are the four best athletes in REBEL. Unlike some of those other so called stables in the past, we….

(wait for it)

Are a family. A family that cares only about the very future of this company. A company that had been run into the ground by the likes of Chad & Matthew

Kurtis. A company that allows midgets on the payroll, a company that pins its future on an old washed up alcoholic like J.T Whiplash. Those people should

not be cheered or admired. No. They should be sent back to whatever rock REBEL found them under. While some would say it’s presumptuous to call ourselves

‘DEMI GODS’ I ask you to simply look at the talent before you. We own The World and Tag Team Titles. Maverick is a Champion in PWA and will soon regain

his Aggression Championship.

We are kings.

Idols.

We demand your worship and devotion or we will strike down the ones you love.

Casino hands the microphone over to Johnny Maverick as the audience begins a ‘Why Johnny Why?’ chant. Johnny takes off his designer shades and smiles.

JOHNNY: Why? Why did I turn my back on you….inbred, mouth-breathing, racist, homophobic, redneck idiots? Gee, I dunno. Maybe I just don’t understand

why you idiots continue to worship garbage like JT Whiplash when the modern day version of a Spartan Warrior-King is standing right before you. Me, Dirty

Money, and Marcus Marion are deserving of your worship and you will give it to us whether you like it or not. If you refuse to bow before us we will take

your legs from you and MAKE you bow. We are the Demi-Gods of this industry and you will learn to respect us, especially after Barbed-Wire Massacre when

I end the career of JT Whiplash. Hasta La Victoria Siempre, you old f***.

Johnny passes the mic on to Paul, Paul steps forward with a smile on his face.

Krusty: Listen to you, you filthy fucking fans, you hiss and you boo us. But where would you precious Rebel be without us, without Dirty Money you’d still

have the pathetic piece of shit Duncan Aries and whatever partner he digs up as your champ. You complain about chair shots and the brute force that gets

used in this ring? THIS.IS.REBEL! It’s all about chairs, it’s about the blood, and it’s about total chaos.

The crowd is getting mighty worked up, more so into Paul’s words which is unusual, Paul is dggin it as he licks his lips.

Krusty: But more importantly, it’s about BARBWIRE! March, three teams get a shot to take something away from Dirty Money. They get a shot to take OUR belts. Ask Duncan, former Tag Team Champ here in Rebel Pro how it is just to face one member of Dirty money. Duncan you can’t deny what I did, you claim to be a better man than me, but i straight up beat the shit out of you, i made you my fucking bitch. Zeke, if you win, you go

find a partner you get geared up and come down to the ring to get your ass kicked the REBEL! Way. In fact, that goes for all of you pansies here in the tag division.

BARBWIRE MASSACRE chant starts up.

Krusty: Marcus, Maverick, Casino and myself… “The Demi Gods” You all should worship us, we’re the most talent Rebel has seen in a long fucking time.

Worship us, down on your knees like the fucking worms you are. You fucking parasites, with your misspelt cardboard signs and your lack of teeth. You may

not worship us as gods now, but by the end you’ll fear us like gods.

Elite by Deftones kicks up again, as “The Demi Gods” make their exit, the crowd really hates them. As garbage falls from the sky, they spit and curse there

name, making it hard to hear the music. They disappear in to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bold statements from these four men.

COREY TAYLOR: Bold yes, true, yes, will they follow through? Damn straight.

~Commercial~

Warren comes on the screen, advertising the tasty Hostess cakes, then he eats two fruit pies, before he samples a frozen burrito microwaved to deliciousness. He goes crazy while nodding his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from commercial here folks and don’t forget to check out your local Circle K for those great Hostess cakes.

COREY TAYLOR: I prefer the fruit pies myself.

DING DING

Zeke starts off with a right hand to Matthew, but the other big man comes back with a right of his own. Mack is not to be denied as he slams into both men with a huge clothesline that will usually take down anyone in Rebel Pro. Mack only manages to budge Matthew and Zeke who turn on him. Double foot to the gut, double lift, double suplex onto the canvas. Matthew and Zeke roll back to their feet, Irish whip sends Zeke into the ropes. Matthew charges in, big boot sends Zeke into a corner. Matt moves to the left as Mack lands a big splash on Zeke. Matthew off the ropes, clothesline sends Mack up into the ropes. Mack fires back with a right hand rocking Matthew’s chin.

ROB MARTIMEZ: All the big men of both teams in this match to start it off.

COREY TAYLOR: I… am… so… bored.

Mack with a boot to Matthew’s gut doubles him over, big man neckbreaker. Zeke comes out of the corner, Mack ducks, allowing Zeke to get on his shoulders. Mack spins around depositing Zeke on his head and right shoulder. Mack drops to one knee, gasping for breath, that took a ton of energy. Mack reaches for the ropes, pulling himself up and tagging in Jer$ey into the contest. Jer$ey over the top rope into the mix. Off the ropes, baseball slide sends Zeke out of the ring. Jer$ey off the ropes again, suicide Devil’s plancha to Zeke on the outside. Here comes Inmate #610109 into the mix to take over for Zeke. He rushes in, Matthew kicks him right in the stomach. Jer$ey off the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes him off his feet. J-Kurt has had enough of not being involved as he is perched on the top turnbuckle. Jer$ey looks around at J-Kurt’s shout. Missile Dropkick is fired from the turnbuckle. The missile lands as Jer$ey is flipped over from impact, J-Kurt up, playing to the crowd. Mack levels him with a viagracanadianpharmacy-norx.com running forearm to the side of the head sending him over the top.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Why can’t we have people in this match that I like?

Collar and elbow between Mack and Matthew, Matthew with a wristlock into a hammerlock. Mack reverses somewhat dropping to one knee to lift Matthew up onto his shoulders. Matthew proves too heavy as Mack is unable to get back up. Matthew pounds him on the back with a forearm, Mack releases the lift attempt. Jer$ey off the ropes with a springboard headbutt to Matthew sending him stumbling over Mack. Mack Irish whips Jer$ey into the big Kurtis, Matthew up against the ropes. J-Kurt springs from the top rope, right onto Mack’s shoulders bringing him down with a hurricanrana. Mack laughs as J-Kurt is unable to follow through. J-Kurt modifies his gameplan as he twists planting his feet onto Mack’s shoulders, jumping up and back as he grabs Mack’s head in his hands, bringing him down with a face buster onto his knees. J-Kurt up and motivated now, but here comes Jer$ey with a rolling fist to the face to show his agility. Jonothan drops, back body and he is over the top. Zeke and Inmate back in the ring. They rush at Matthew on the other side of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t forget about Zeke and his new tag team partner yet.

COREY TAYLOR: Too late.

Jonothan rushes forward, flipping into a hand stand and kicking Inmate right in the face as Matthew spins on his left foot, swinging around with a roundhouse into Zeke’s face toppling him over. Mack is groggily getting back to his feet, shaking off the effects of the face buster. Matthew drops on one knee as J-Kurt uses it for a launching pad with a scissorskick. Mack catches the scissoring right leg, using it to propel the high flyer over the top rope. Mack turns his attention to Matthew, they respect each other but both want to earn that Tag Team Title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre 2010. Collar and elbow, but Matthew drops it as J-Kurt has skinned the cat and is perched on the top rope behind Mack. Matthew dives out of the way. Dropkick right to Mack’s head sends him throat first across the ropes, he bounces back into the now waiting arms of Matthew Kurtis. Mack has the presence of mind to drop down, sending an elbow into Matthew’s ribs to stop the big German suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack countering that with brute force.

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly Rob, who really cares? I mean Dirty Money are going to keep the belts as long as they want to anyways, this is just window dressing.

Mack shoves Matthew backwards, Jer$ey is there jumping from the top turnbuckle with a catch in mid-air of Matthew’s head, bulldog! Matthew is out of it, leaving Young Money and J-Kurt in the ring with no help from the tag team. J-Kurt begs the two of them to come on and get some Kurtis fire. Mack comes charging, J-Kurt ducks avoiding sending a back kick into Mack’s ribs and him into the corner. Jer$ey is a bit more precise with his faint to the right, swinging around with a leg sweep at the last second. J-Kurt on the canvas as Jer$ey pulls him by the ankle to center ring. Mack tosses Matthew over the top, but here comes Zeke back into the fray. Matthew slams an elbow into Mack’s chin dumping him over the top rope with a mighty shove. Mack lands on his head on the outside. Inmate comes in, Jer$ey is distracted, Matthew is leaning on the ropes. J-Kurt off the ropes, gut shot to Inmate from Jer$ey. J-Kurt with a kick to Jer$ey’s face, swinging neckbreaker to Inmate. Matthew turns around at the sound, J-Kurt flies towards him, Matthew ducks and J-Kurt slams into Zeke. Matthew picks up Inmate, lifting him onto his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bluegrass Bomb!

COREY TAYLOR: Whoopity doo Robby.

Matthew makes the cover on Inmate.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving a Rebel Pro Tag Team Title shot, under Rebel Rules in a Barbed Wire around the ring match at Barbed Wire Massacre 2010… Bluegrass Mafia 2.0!

ROB MARTINEZ: We head to commercial and will stay for the entirety of the main event here on Durham TV.

COREY TAYLOR: Really? Sweet!

All attention in the Aggression Arena is focused on the entryway, which now has an oversized Confederate flag covering it, being held up by a frame. Lynard Skynard kicks on with “Freebird”, and the lights go out. As the gentle lead melody starts, a spotlight behind the flag turns on, revealing the silhouette of a man. A confused murmur ripples through the crowd as Ronnie Van Zant starts belting out.

“If I leave here tomorrow,
Will you still remember me?”

SCREECH!

The sound of a record being halted causes the fans to recoil as the music is replaced by…

A THUMP.

Right as the swinging beat and walking bass line of Corrosion of Conformity’s “Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets (Already Gone)” takes over, the shadowy figure grabs the flag and tears it down as the lights come back up, revealing the Star Spangled Sensation, Steve Parker. Of course, the suited man would not be complete without his New Alberta Pro Wrestling World Title belt and his Smile, and, of course, he’s sharing both with everyone in attendance. The fans, however, aren’t feeling the love and begin to boo. Some are a little confused, and the handful who are privy to his recent exploits cheer.

However, all of that support gets flushed away when Parker blows his nose with the Confederate flag and tosses it to the ground.

The hate is now flowing freely as Parker reaches behind him and obtains a microphone. The music dies, but the anger doesn’t. Nonetheless, nothing can seem to faze Parker’s good spirits.

STEVE PARKER: You know, after I was picked up by a limosine at the airport, I was riding through town, and I couldn’t help but notice all of the vehicles around here with “Git-R-Done” decals and stickers featuring little cartoon boys micturating on Ford truck logos. As I see these charming images of self-expression, the was only one good one that I could think of that you could all abide by: “You Lost… Get Over It!”

More boos.

STEVE PARKER: See, this is what I don’t understand: you mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging mongoloids cling to this hope that your pathetic section of this great country will rise to the prominence you supposedly had during the succession. You hopelessly hold on to your symbolism and pride, but for what? Don’t you think that, somewhere in the past one hundred and forty-five years, there would be some sign that this would happen? As far as I can see, the South rising again is about as likely as Communism coming back to bring prosperity to eastern Europe, which is to say, for the slower folk here…

Steve Parker switches up to a fake Southern drawl.

STEVE PARKER: Just… ain’t… happenin’. Then, you have this backwater garbage wrestling company whose roster is full of has-beens, never-weres, and guys who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag with a flashlight, safety scissors, and directions. Look at men like Mr. Cirrohsis himself, J.T. Whiplash. I’ve seen healthier looking wooden Indians propped up in front of cigarette shops. He might win you over with his Southern Pride, but it doesn’t hide the fact that he can’t wrestle without a chair or Singapore Cane. Say what you want about our neighbors north of the border, because Lord knows I have, but they at least have their wrestling priorities straight, unlike you bloodthirsty ingrates.

CROWD: GO HOME, YANKEE! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* GO HOME, YANKEE! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

STEVE PARKER: But I digress, this isn’t about you nose-picking rednecks. This isn’t about J.T. Whiplash. No, see, the reason I updated my shots so I could grace this wasteland with my presence has to do with a man with whom I have a lot of history with. You see, earlier this week, New Alberta Pro Wrestling had a little contest known as Sole Survivor. Some old friends happen to show up, one of those men being a man who seems to have made his new home here in this dive. Now, you might have a hard time believing this, but Mr. Young Money, Jer$ey, and I used to hang together. He came to me and said, “Steve, I see great things in you. Let’s team up and take over the NAPW!” We were well on our way to doing so: I won the Canadian Heritage Title and reclaimed it for all of North America, and he had just won the World Title, the very same belt slung over my shoulder here. Unfortunately, just as we were making headway, Jer$ey decides to take off. Little did I know that he had been dealing with one of our referees to ensure we always won, and had been found out. So off to the sunset he rides. When he finally makes up for his mistakes, what does he do? Go and throw his support behind some big neanderthal who vanishes as soon as he appears. Then, he decides to hole up here, where you dweebs accept him and cheer him on. Now, I pushed it aside, for I had bigger fish to fry, but it really irked me, so when I saw him upon entering the Sole Survivor, I made it my first order of business to show him the door.

A Jer$ey chant starts. Parker pauses, lets out a bemused chuckle, and continues.

STEVE PARKER: I thought that by doing this that I would feel better. But you know what? I don’t! I want to do it again, and again, and again, until he can’t stand up anymore. Eliminating him from Sole Survivor wasn’t enough, so I’ve come down here to issue a challenge, on his new home playing field, no less, for May seventh, something about barbed wire… I dunno, some silly hardcore garbage. So, Jer$ey, if you can find the time to stop hiding behind that big oaf Mack, Chad Kurtis, and J.T. Liverspots, why don’t you show up and face me like a man, and then I’ll get my fill on showing you that you NEVER cross the Two-Time Award Winning… Battlebowl AND Canada Cup Winner… and a better World Champ than you could ever dream of being, the Star Spangled Sensation, yours truly. The American DyNasty is long since dead, and now only the One Man Dynasty remains!

Parker raises his World Title up high, which only brings more ire from the crowd. The Smile comes across as almost smirk-like as Parker kicks the wadded-up Confederate flag into the crowd and walks to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: A shocker! And now we get to the Main Event!

COREY TAYLOR: Jer$ey will probably run away scared though.

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall…..

“My Michelle”

The crowd is split between boos and cheers as the two men and one woman step out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-eight pounds, REBEL World Champion Marcus Marion, PWA Grizzly Beer Champion… one half of the Demi-Gods!

Johnny Maverick and the ever lovely Nicole Rhodes slowly make their way towards the ring. Confident smiles all around.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…..

“They Say I’m Cocky!”

A huge pop from the crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy-five pounds… THE SHOW CHAD KURTIS and REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPION… J! T! WHIPLASH!

Chad Kurtis and J.T. Whiplash quickly sprint out from the back and slide into the ring ready for a fight! Referee Alan Stone gets between the two groups and tries to keep the peace until Jenny Jersey can make a safe escape.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be a war as just last week we saw the formation of this new super group as they attacked both The Kurtis brothers and Young Mula!

COREY TAYLOR: Super group? These guys are like the Beatles! Only without Yoko!

ROB MARTINEZ: Either way, expect Chad Kurtis to look for some payback here tonight. And there’s some serious tension between Whiplash and Marion.

The ring has been cleared of innocents and Stone calls for the bell. All four men remain in the ring and suddenly Marcus smiles and takes a step towards his corner. He reaches between the ropes and takes the REBEL World Championship belt from Nicole and proudly holds the belt above his head. Boos cascade down on him but he simply ignores them. Maverick is clapping and smiling for the Champ. Marcus takes a step towards Whiplash and Kurtis, shows them the belt taunting them and then turns the belt around to look at his face in the reflective plates on the belt. Marcus steps back towards his corner, kisses the title belt and hands it back out to his lovely valet Nicole.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s a proud champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was odd to say the least.

Alan Stone is badgering both teams to get a man on the apron and we have Kurtis on one side and Maverick on the other. The men circle each other and lock up. Side cialis generic online head lock by Kurtis. Maverick backs Kurtis into the ropes and shoots him off. Kurtis runs down Maverick with a shoulder block off the ropes and the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion quickly scrambles back to his feet. A scoop and a slam from Kurtis! Again Maverick is quick to his feet but takes a beautiful standing dropkick from Kurtis that puts him back on the mat. Maverick rolls to his corner and the crowd is stomping and clapping their feet for ‘The Show.’ Marcus ask for and receives the tag. The World Champion enters and the boos start. Marcus immediately points to Whiplash on the ring apron and yells to Kurtis to tag him in! Kurtis looks around at the crowd and with a big smile tags in Whiplash! The building seems to shake as J.T Whiplash enters the ring to finally face off against Marcus Marion!

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be epic!

Marcus smiles, rubs his hands together and then turns and tags back in Johnny Maverick!

COREY TAYLOR: Ha!

Maverick enters and Whiplash grins and shrugs as he circles ‘The Filth & The Fury.’ Whiplash goes to tie up but takes a knee to the ribs. Eye rake from Maverick followed up by a brutal European uppercut that snaps back the head of Whiplash! Whiplash is shoot into the ropes and

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takes a back elbow that drops him to the mat. Maverick parades around the ring as if he’s just won the Super Bowl as Whiplash pulls himself to his feet. The camera pans over to Marcus who has climbed down from the ring apron and is in the face of a group of fans laying the bad mouth on them. The crowd is getting hot at Marcus as he continues to jaw jack the group at ringside.

COREY TAYLOR: They might as well call this match now. This is to easy!

ROB MARTINEZ: I see a lot of head games going on in there.

Marcus leaves the ringside fans and after a quick kiss from Nicole climbs back up on the ring apron. Back inside the ring, Maverick and Whiplash have locked up. Whiplash backs Maverick into a corner and the referee calls for the break. Whiplash takes a step back and then slaps Maverick hard across the face! A raucous ‘You got Pimp Slapped!’ chant erupts from the crowd! Maverick, looking more embarrassed than hurt, charges out of the corner and right into a right hand! Another right from Whiplash has Maverick staggering! Make it a third right hand and Maverick hits the canvas! Whiplash pulls Maverick up and leads him towards his corner where he tags in Kurtis. Maverick is shot into the ropes and brought down with a drop toe hold from Whiplash. Kurtis follows up with an elbow drop off the ropes!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash and Kurtis working like a well oiled team here!

COREY TAYLOR: Give it time Rob!

Kurtis goes to shoot Maverick into the ropes but it’s reversed! Marcus buries a knee into the small of the back of Kurtis just as he hits the ropes and Chad stumbles away from the ropes and right into a clothesline from Maverick! Maverick tags in Marcus and the World Champ enters the ring. Marcus waits as Kurtis pulls himself up and rocks him with a big right hand. Marcus backs Kurtis against the ropes and shots him off catching him with an overhead belly to belly release suplex! Marcus, looking smug, walks over to Kurtis and pulls him up. A Chop across the chest from Kurtis catches Marion by surprise! Another chop elicits a ‘Woooooooo!’ from the crowd! A third chest searing chop has Marcus gasping for breath. A desperation thumb to the eye from Marcus creates some space between the men. Marcus tags in Maverick and the PWA Grizzle Beer Champion hits a brutal STO on ‘The Show!’

COREY TAYLOR: Usually I’d say that would hurt, but everyone knows that the hardest part of a Kurtis is their head.

Maverick pulls Kurtis up and nearly snap suplexes Kurtis out of his boots. The crowd has started a ‘Chad! Chad! Chad!’ chant and Marcus is covering his ears. Maverick makes the tag and now both men are in. Double whip into the ropes but Kurtis shocks Maverick and Marion with a flying double clothesline off the rebound! Kurtis quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Whiplash to a huge pop! Maverick is up first and takes a clothesline that drops him back to the mat. Marion is up and sees Whiplash grinning at him! Marion begs off into a near corner and the fans are all over him. Marcus drops to his knees and actually offers a hand out to Whiplash! Whiplash shakes his head ‘no’ and reaches down to grab him when he takes a low blow from behind by Maverick! Marion rolls out of the ring as Maverick puts the boots to Whiplash.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like our World Champ wants nothing to do with J.T. Whiplash!

COREY TAYLOR: Would you? He probably has scabies or something.

Maverick pulls Whiplash off the mat and hits a nice T-Bone suplex on the grizzled veteran. Maverick quickly goes to the near turnbuckle and makes his way to the top as Whiplash is pulling himself to his feet. Maverick takes to the air and Whiplash quickly side steps him and buries a right hand into his gut. Without missing a beat, Whiplash grabs a doubled over Maverick and executes a side Russian legsweep! Whiplash goes for a cover but before the referee can even start a count Marion is in and pulls Whiplash off his partner! Whiplash gets to his feet just in time to see Marcus rolling back to the outside. Whiplash tags in Kurtis and both men wait for Maverick to get up. Stereo dropkicks from Kurtis and Whiplash! Kurtis goes for a cover but Maverick quickly kicks out at the count of two. Kurtis pulls Maverick up and sends him into the ropes. Chad drops him head a moment to early and Maverick nails a swinging neckbreaker!

COREY TAYLOR: You can’t get the upper hand on a superior athlete like Maverick!

Maverick quickly makes the tag to Marion who enters the ring with a smug grin. He watches as Kurtis slowly pulls himself up and actually starts laughing at the former Champion. ‘To Easy!’ Marcus yells as he charges at Kurtis. A huge back body drop from Kurtis sends Marcus up and out of the ring! Marcus lands hard on the floor and ends up close to the guard rails. Kurtis climbs out to the ring apron, waits for Marcus to get to his feet and takes to the air with a Asai moonsault! The moonsault connects but the knee of Kurtis also smacks against the guard rail. Both men are down and Kurtis is holding his injured limb. Whiplash is stomping on the mat and clapping his hands to get the fans back into it and they quickly oblige. Both men are slow to get up and then from nowhere Kurtis is taken down with a running chop block from Maverick! Whiplash drops to the floor and rushes over to save his partner! Marcus spots Whiplash coming and quickly rolls back into the ring! Whiplash lays into Maverick with rights and lefts and they brawl away from Kurtis who is again trying to get to his feet. This time it’s Nicole Rhodes who enters the fray as she smacks the REBEL World Title across the head of Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s starting to break down! Whiplash and Kurtis are up against a numbers game here!

Marcus rolls to the outside, pulls a dazed and hurting Chad Kurtis up and shoves him into the ring. Meanwhile Maverick and Whiplash have broken off their brawl and are returning to their respective corners. Marcus covers Kurtis and is shocked when ‘The Show’ kicks out at two! Marcus pulls Kurtis to the center of the ring and locks in the dreaded figure four as the crowd again ‘Woooooooo!’ for nostalgia. Stone is asking Kurtis is he wants to give it up and Kurtis refuses. Instead Kurtis tries to turn the champ over but Marion rocks back and applies more pressure to the knee of Chad. Now Kurtis starts to claw and pull himself towards the nearest ring ropes and the crowd urges him on. Maverick quickly enters the ring and drops a leg across the throat off Kurtis! This brings in Whiplash! Marcus quickly releases the figure four and scrambles out of the ring a second before Whiplash can grab him.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey! He’s not legal! get him out of there!

ROB MARTINEZ: Actually you don’t even have to tag in or out here in…….

COREY TAYLOR: Oh be quiet!

Maverick clubs Whiplash from behind with a forearm shot. Rake to the face from ‘The Filth & The Fury’ has Whiplash dazed. Maverick shoots Whiplash into the ropes but the veteran nails a flying lariat on Maverick off the rebound! Whiplash quickly rolls to the outside and flips back the ring skirt. he pulls out a trash can and a chair to the delight of the REBEL crowd. Whiplash tosses in the trashcan and the chair into the ring and starts to climb into the ring himself when Nicole grabs him by the ankle. Whiplash shakes her off but it rocketed from the ring apron by a baseball slide from a revived Maverick! Kurtis is getting to his feet and Maverick quickly grabs the nearby chair and slams it against his injured knee! On the outside, Marcus checks on Nicole and then rushes over to Whiplash. We catch a glint of metal and in a flash we see that Marion has handcuffed Whiplash to the guard rails! Marcus quickly backs away laughing as Whiplash tires to free his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash has been handcuffed on the outside! Kurtis is on his own!

Marcus rolls into the ring and now both him and Maverick stand over a hurting Chad Kurtis. Maverick still has his chair and Marion pulls Kurtis up and holds him from behind. Maverick swings and ‘The Show’ ducks! The chair crunches off of the head of Marcus and drops him like a bad habit! Maverick spins around, takes a kick to the gut that causes his to both double over and drop his chair and Chad hooks him. CK FINALE!!!!!! The crowd nearly blows the roof off of the building as Chad drapes an arm across the chest of an unmoving Maverick!

One!

Two!

Thre-Nooooooooo!!!

Nicole has reached in and pulled Alan Stone’s leg causing him to break his count! The fans along with the referee are irate but the beautiful Nicole is pleading ignorance! Kurtis is using the ring ropes to pull himself up and Maverick is still laying on the mat like a dead fish. From nowhere Marcus rolls up Kurtis from behind! Feet on the ropes and a handful of tights!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not this way! The team of Whiplash and Kurtis just got robbed!

COREY TAYLOR: Jobbed actually.

The bell rings and Marcus quickly rolls out of the ring pulling a semi conscious Maverick with him. Marcus smirks at the still handcuffed Whiplash who is still trying to yank free from his bonds. Marcus walks over, breathing heavily as Nicole hands him the World Title, he shows it to the irate Whiplash. Marion slams it right in his face sending him almost unconscious on the railing. Johnny reaches the table, coming back with the Aggression Title. Johnny looks down at it, he rears back and slams it into the forehead of JT Whiplash. Some of Whiplash’s blood is now on the title. Johnny puts the title around his own waist and the trio leave as the referee is checking on Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match, Marcus Marion and Johnny Maverick!

While they scored a win in this battle, the war has only begun.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick has just stolen the Aggression title.

COREY TAYLOR: It will be his in a few days anyways, he’s taking prepossession of it.

ROB MARTINEZ: That title belongs to JT Whiplash and Johnny Maverick has his grubby filthy hands on it!

COREY TAYLOR: Calm down before you burst that hemorroid your wife was asking you about before we came on the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wha… wha… we are thankfully out of time! Join us next week for an amazing show!

CREDITS:

Whiplash/Kurtis vs Marion/Maverick – Brion

all other matches – Bean

Vincent Black Segment – Kronske

Demi-Gods Segment – Demi Gods/Bean

Steve Parker segment – Chris

Aggression #2

Aggression Arena

Durham, North Carolina

April 16, 2010
“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Freak and Shut Down low dose viagra stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

The reigning REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Dirty Money, start off the show by standing in the center of the ring doing their best to ignore the abuse from the fans. KKP has the tag team belts, one slung over each shoulder, while Casino has a live microphone. Much to the dismay of the fans.

CASINO: You sweaty trailer monkeys can boo all you want to, but at the end of the evening Dirty Money is STILL your World Tag Team Champions!!!

Obviously this upsets the dirty trailer monkeys in the crowd who turn the heat up to an eleven.

CASINO: KKP and I are not out here for your amusement, although seeing us standing before you will no doubt be the highlight of not only your evening, but possibly your sad miserable lives! No, we’re out here to talk about how last week I called out “No Show’ Chad Kurtis and what happens? His big goon brother shows up and attempts to make a name for himself! Tonight, I’m going to offer Chad one more chance to show that placebo viagra he’s not the coward I’ve always claimed him to be. So Chad, get your ass….

“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf hits the PA and the crowd explodes! Matthew Kurtis stalks out from the back and heads for the ring as Dirty Money look less than pleased. Kurtis climbs into the ring and looks down at the Tag Champs.

CASINO: Wait! What are doing out here? I told you last week, it’s your brother I want to smack around not you chump! Go fetch Chad!

Matthew snatches the microphone from Casino!

KURTIS: I’m sick of hearing you go on and on about my brother Chris! If I were you I’d worry more about the 6’11, 320 pound ‘Bluegrass Badass’ that’s standing right in front of you!

The crowd goes nuts as Kurtis shoves the microphone into the chest of a pissed looking Casino.

CASINO: You’re just jealous! Envious of me and what I’ve done! Hell, I’ve accomplished more in a few months in REBEL that you have in years! You wanna match? I say….

Casino looks around and the fans are sitting on the edge of their chairs.

CASINO: Go to Hell Bluegrass White Trash!!!

KKP suddenly shrugs off the belts from the shoulders and rushes Kurtis!

Kurtis side steps The Krusty One and sends him sailing over the top rope!

Casino attacks from behind with rights and lefts! Kurtis is trying to cover up but Casino is landing some stiff blows! Casino backs Kurtis against the ropes and shoots him off!

It’s reversed!

Kurtis catches Casino with a goozle as he comes off the ropes!

A Huge Choke Slam! Casino bounces off the mat like a basketball and Matthew covers him! Kurtis slaps the mat with his hand as the fans count along!

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd explodes and Kurtis quickly rolls out of the ring as KKP slides inside, chair in hand. Kurtis is smiling broadly as he backs away from the ring.

Inside KKP is checking on his partner and we can hear Casino muttering to anyone who will listen, ‘Didn’t count! That didn’t count! That wasn’t a real match!’

ROB MARTINEZ: Score it 2-0 in favor of Kurtis
COREY TAYLOR: It didn’t count!

Brion’s Bate and Tackle flashes up on the screen where an extremely overweight woman is sitting in a rocking chair that is fixing to give up the ghost at any moment.

“I like to fish and when I need some tackle I call Brion, he hooks me right up.”

The woman spits a wad of tobacco juice into the pond water before smiling and licking her gums.

“BURN”

“I Am The Arsonist” fills the speakers as from the back to a pop is Jacob Venar. He makes his way down to the ring, a determined look on his face as he

slaps the hands of the fans along his way. Stepping up the steps, he takes a moment to look around at the assembled crowd before stepping through the ropes

and into the ring where he receives the microphone from Jenny Jersey. Clearing his throat, he begins.

VENAR: “You know… I’ve always been a part of REBEL Pro Wrestling. Even after leaving, there was a part of me that just couldn’t deny the rush.”

The crowd is in to this, but wondering what the point is.

VENAR: “I realized that I still desired the one glory in this business that I was never allowed. The REBEL Championship. And I truly believe I could be

a contender sometime very soon.”

A look of disgust crosses his face for a moment.

VENAR: “But you see, the thing is, I haven’t been able to prove myself. Week after week, REBEL management books me as the doormat for REBEL rookies and

newcomers.”

He looks around once more.

VENAR: “I would rather lose a good battle than win a bad one. I need a real challenge. I need to prove that I belong here, taking on the best, because

lately… People just haven’t been believing it.”

He looks again to the crowd, fixing to say something that will get them up. He looks toward the curtain.

VENAR: “I am asking for one of you, any of you in the back right now, for this opportunity. (BLEEP) that. I’m calling you out. At the next Aggression,

I–”

“Alcohol” hits up in the speakers as from the back to enormous booing is a man so hated by the fans here in Rebel Pro that a year after his departure they

still can’t stand him. Bubba J has a live mic in his hand and a confident smirk on his face.

BUBBA: “You know something Jacob…”

He stares to the fans, hatred on his face.

BUBBA: “I was waiting on you to say anyone once I figured out what your ass was talking about. You come out here and face people that are easy wins

but yet you complain.”

Venar cuts him off.

VENAR: “It’s not about easy wins. I’m sure someone of your caliber, and,” ahem, “Reputation will take what you can get. But it’s different for me.”

Bubba J sneers.

BUBBA: “Damn right I will. Seems that you should rack up the wins while you can because when you do move up in the rankings… you’ll quickly slide back down and wish you

could have some easy wins.”

Venar is quick to retort.

VENAR: “Oh, you mean like you?”

A steady OOOOOH fills the arena as Bubba J chuckles at Venar and steps into the ring.

BUBBA: “Damn right son, get it while the gettin’s good I always say. But Jacob… you want to face a veteran of Rebel Pro? You want to face a former two time Rebel Pro Heavyweight Champion?”

He is right up in Venar’s face, who for his part isn’t backing up at all.

BUBBA: “A co-winner of the 2008 Rebel Pro Best of the Best tournament Winner? A member of the most dominant stable in Rebel Pro history?! A man who sent

Rex Caliber packing by the mere presence of my name in these hallowed walls?!”

Venar glares back at Bubba J, literally nose to nose.

VENAR: (slowly) “This company needs no history lesson, Bubba.”

Venar continues staring into Bubba J’s eyes as the crowd is booing The Ragin’ Redneck.

BUBBA: “You think you got the nuts to beat me?! You think you got the nuts to challenge me?!”

Venar takes a deep breath, an intense glare in his red eyes.

VENAR: “I. Am not. Afraid. Of you.”

Bubba J smirks, drops the mic and with a boot to the midsection he follows it up with the stunner he calls The Trailer Park Trash. Bubba J drops down onto

his hands and knees, right in Venar’s face with the live mic.

BUBBA: “Challenge… accepted… bitch…”

Bubba J rolls up to his feet, throwing the crowd a double Eagle before stepping through the ropes to the outside and backing up the aisle way. He turns

around to walk away, but then hears the crowd begin to pop LOUD. Bubba J turns around to see Venar, on his knees, in the middle of the ring, not letting Bubba J get the best of him.Jacob is glaring up at Bubba J through red eyes, full of rage and hatred, and Bubba J’s face spreads in a wicked grin before he shoves him a special double Eagle.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh! My! God!

COREY TAYLOR: Is Bubba J back for good?! He’ll kill Jacob!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know about that, did you see Jacob Venar just now? He just got back up to a kneeling position after Bubba’s Trailer Park Trash! It didn’t put him down for good, I’m wondering did it even hurt him!

COREY TAYLOR: He must have held back, he’ll break Jacob’s neck with it next week.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match pits two participants that are, well, to put it nicely, not in the good graces of the Rebel Pro faithful.
COREY TAYLOR: Who cares? Vincent Black is a better commentator than you, and that Lacey Gloria, man if I just had an hour…
ROB MARTINEZ: In your case, just a few minutes. Let’s send it down to Jenny Jersey in the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first..
“Chaos Path” by Arcturus blares over the PA system as Lacey Gloria emerges to mostly boos, but there are still some folks in the crowd that choose to cheer for her. She stands in the aisle in a hoodie, surveying the crowd.
JENNY JERSEY: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 155lbs, she is LACEY GLORIA!!
Lacey springboards over the ropes and removes her hoodie, tossing it to the corner. She cracks her neck as her music dies down, awaiting her opponent. The crowd then begins to cascade down boos as “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the PA system.
JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent..
To the shock of everyone in attendance, Vincent Black is not in wrestling gear. Replacing it is a tan suit and tie, dress shoes on his feet. He’s clean shaven and is holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, in the other a heart shaped box of candies
ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent Black with some unique wrestling attire here tonight. By the looks of things, he looks more ready for a night on the town than a night in the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: I always told you Black was a sentimental guy, and here’s proof.
JENNY JERSEY: Um, from Glens Falls, New York, weighing in at 341lbs, he is VINCENT BLACK!!
Black steps over the ropes and places the candy and flowers down by his feet, Lacey Gloria not sure what to make of all of this. Black calls for a mic as he signals for his music to be cut.
VINCENT BLACK: You all must be wondering just why I’m not dressed to compete tonight. Is it because I’m injured? Of course not. Is it because I’m announcing my retirement? Wrong again. Now I came down here to show you all, and most importantly to you Lacey, a side of me people rarely get to see.
Black bends down, handing Lacey the bouquet of roses. He then hands her the box of candy.
VINCENT BLACK: Lacey, this are but small examples of how I feel about you. I’ve watched you for a long time, and I realized from the very first moment I saw you that I needed to have you in my life. So I ask you to accept these tokens of my love for you and I ask you, would you please go out with me?
ROB MARTINEZ: Is Vincent Black for real? Asking Lacey out? Talking about love?
COREY TAYLOR: Well if I was Lacey, I wouldn’t pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity!
Lacey contemplates the flowers and candy for a moment, looking at Black with a coy smile. He exchanges glances with her, until her smile melts into a look of disgust. She rips apart the bouquet and slams the candy down, stomping on the box, which gets her cheers from the crowd. Black is stunned.
LACEY GLORIA: I didn’t come here to mess around Black, I came here to fight!
Black looks mortified.
VINCENT BLACK: You broke my heart, its all gone, gone into a million pieces! I can’t fight you. I love you. I-
Black stops, his face morphing from a look of shock to one of disdain and sinister intent, a cold stare sent Lacey’s way.
VINCENT BLACK: Then again, I’m all about giving the woman I love all she ever asked for.
Black slams the mic right across the skull of Lacey Gloria. viagra vs once a day cialis He hits the ropes and drills her in the face with a big boot, almost taking her head off, the crowd booing Black like crazy as he removes his suit coat.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good God, look at the rage on the face of Black, he’s gone off the deep end!
COREY TAYLOR: And you see this as a bad thing?
Black picks Lacey up and sets her up in a powerbomb position, lifting her high into the air and dropping her down with The New Hope.
CROWD: DIE BLACK DIE, DIE BLACK DIE!
Black scrapes Lacey off the canvas and delivers a second New Hope powerbomb, which has the fans both concerned for Lacey’s safety as well as spewing more hatred from them in Black’s direction. Black laughs and flips off the crowd riling them up even more. He pulls the seemingly lifeless Lacey off the mat by her hair.
ROB MARTINEZ: No, come on, THIS IS ENOUGH!
COREY TAYLOR: Ladies, let this be a lesson to you, if Vincent Black says he wants you, you better bow down and kiss his feet!
Black sets Lacey up for a third powerbomb, when the crowd comes to life. Black turns from his position just to catch a flying roundhouse kick from Duncan Aries knocking him into the ropes, tying him there.
ROB MARTINEZ: Aries with his classic Enter Gideon roundhouse kick and Black is caught in the ropes? What does Aries have in his hands? Nunchukus?
COREY TAYLOR: No fair!
Aries, with a sly grin on his face, levels Black in the head, then the ribs with the weapon, the last freeing Black from the ropes. Aries charges, sending Black over the ropes to the outside.
ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan Aries finally gets a little payback on Vincent Black tonight!

Black, holding his ribs, backs up the aisle, Aries throwing Black’s suit coat at him as the fans roar with approval.

Jenny Jersey is lounging in a chair beside a pool and is wearing a little less than a bikini. She raises her head to look innto the camera but the guys’ eyes aren’t on her face. In a seductive voice she purrs…

“Come and see me at the next Rebel Pro show…”

She looks into the camera if anyone cares.

“Won’t you?”

She actually blows us a kiss! We’ll be there.

Panning into the ring, we can see two young ladies, identical twins, both wearing name badges. Both women are holding, in their hands, what looks to be scripted cue cards. Cindy and Mindy Banks are their names. Cindy grabs the mic first, getting us underway.

CINDY BANKS: Ladies…gentlemen…children of all ages…

Cindy gives her sister some mic time.

MINDY BANKS: …slugs…bumpkins…and poor albino trash…

Deep boos hail fron the crowd, the proud southern population doesn’t care much for the spunk of the twins.

CINDY BANKS: …in 2010, the name of only ONE man will be on everybody’s lips, the man that goes by TWO names, and that man is…

MINDY BANKS: …THE Dream Stealer…

CINDY BANKS: …And THE Revolutionary…

MINDY BANKS: …So bother putting your hands together…just fall to your hands and knees and worship your lord…

CINDY BANKS: …and master…

MINDY BANKS: …the guiding light of Rebel Pro…

CINDY & MINDY: …MARCUS F’N MARION!!!

Amateur night for the girls goes horrible, as the crowd continues their boo-fest. “My Michelle by GNR” blares at a tone deaf pitch. The World Heavyweight Champion Marcus Marion steps out, shrouded with the World title firm around his waist; the Bad Girl of Rebel Pro by his side. Marion and the Bad Girl enter the ring, Mindy Banks hands him the mic.

MARCUS MARION: Great intro. Real smooth and enthusiastic. You girls will go far in this business. Damn, you sure it was your first time?

The twins, with a bubbly charm, nod.

MARCUS MARION: Could’ve fooled me. Anyway, as promised, here’s your reward…

Marion reaches into his pocket, producing a single stick of chewing gum, then breaks it in half.

MARCUS MARION: Here’s one for you…

Marion gives one half of the gum to a confused Cindy.

MARCUS MARION: And don’t think I forgot about you. Here’s one for you…

Marion gives the other piece of the stick to Mindy.

CINDY BANKS: HEY! You promised us fifty bucks a piece. This is not what we agreed to.

Marion, looking over his shoulder, at the fired up twin, says coldly.

MARCUS MARION: Pssh…rule number one, NEVER trust a SINGLE word I say. Now both you bitches get the HELL out of my ring!

The twins leave, mouthing off “(BLEEP)”. Marion casts a glance at the Confederate Flag, hanging near a turnbuckle.

MARCUS MARION: Now back to our regularly scheduled program…ugh, I can’t even believe I’m standing here, in BFE, christening any of you with the glory of my being. You hick assholes probably won’t understand a SINGLE word I say, although I’m only asking this for the sole benefit of the crowd watching at home…what’s the matter, don’t like dark meat?

A direct reference to the “tan” he caught. The crowd gives him hell.

Can’t even win your own damn war but you can damn sure boo with the best of ‘em….pussies. Now I normally make it a point to take the high ground any chance that is available to me. However I’ve gotta ask: When are you, as Mindy Banks so accurately described you, slugs and bumpkins, going to finally do us ALL a favor and STOP sleeping with your nieces and nephews…

That shit ain’t right.

Marion bathes in the booing of the unwashed masses.

After tonight, I’m doing something I’m sure that is a foreign language to all of you, and that is, I’m WASHING, my hands free from the grime and filth of the house show circuit. Heh, because that is what standing in this ring, before all of you, equates to. There is nothing I’d like better than to catch my private jet to Sin City, but guess what, deals are deals. I’m contractually obligated to “amuse” myself for another two minutes in front of all of you…I’ve got to make it “look” like I’m actually earning my paycheck.

Nicole goes over to the turnbuckle and grabs the Confederate flag that Marion eyed before.

I’ve got to get to the bottom of this tonight, otherwise my conscience will be kicking my ass later on. I know Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, what the HELL, and don’t pardon my french, did you rednecks EVER contribute to society? Well…besides an unatural rise in diease. I mean, I probably caught the clap just by touching this damn mic. You know what I think of your “donation” to society? Here’s what I think you dickheads…

Marion takes the flag, then begins to wipe his ass with it. This IMMEDIATELY causes a loud commotion.

Eh…relax. I’m not the FIRST guy to ever do that. And I probably won’t be the last. So sit your asses down and take a chill pill. Or don’t. Hell if I care. The last point I want to make is, is there any place WORSE to visit than Paint Rock. Like, real…

Just then, we hear “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd blare over the P.A. system as the fans erupt in cheers as their favorite tragic hero, J.T. Whiplash, storms down to the ring, wearing a black “LEGALIZE MOONSHINE” T-Shirt and faded Wrangler blue jeans with

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Timberland work boots with a microphone in his hand as he storms in the ring and begins to speak.

J.T. WHIPLASH: Ya know somethin’, it’s bad ’nuff when yer out here insultin’ the South, but when yer insultin’ MY stompin’ grounds… that’s where you and me are gonna have some problems! I’d love to hit ‘cha so hard yer bastard kids are gonna be born unconscious, but since I’m a man of the people… Aww, to hell with it!

The crowd cheers as Whiplash throws a punch Marion’s way. However, the World Champion avoids the blow, sliding out of the ring. Marion and Rhodes dash out of the building, not taking even a second to look at a fired up JT Whiplash, in ring.

~Megavision~

Minutes before the match the camera cuts to the backstage area..…Zeke is in his dressing room…preparing for his match..warming up…and waiting for someone to step thru the door…. He paces waiting.. his phone rings.. and he picks it up…

Zeke: “Lets me guess… ya aint coming…!! ( he listens) So ya almost here but ya not sure just whens ya gonna be here….Heck in about 5 minutes I gots to go out, does ya thinks ya can make it in time. Are ya stuck in traffic…did your car breaks down…how fars away are ya…?? ( listening again..) Ya sures you will be here…. I sure do hopes so…cuz heck… I wants to finally sees just who ya is… and I am sure the fans will too…!
(Listening…..) Hello, Hello…hey where is ya…. Where did ya goes… all I hears is noise…..like being at a phone booth…but no one there…. Geez…!!! ( he now looks into the camera) Guess just have to hope he does show…!! Worst comes to worst..i will just have to go myself against them two newcomers…..!!”

Rob Martinez steps from the left of the screen as Corey Taylor enters from the right.JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall to a finish…..

“Dress Like A Target” by Superjoint Ritual hits the PA and the crowd show their intense hatred for the man that slinks out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he is one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions and a member of Dirty Money, he hails from Kitchener, Ontario and weighs in at 240 pounds…..Krusty Kid Paul!!!

KKP is sauntering down to ringside, championship belt slung over his shoulder and evil grin on his face.

A ‘Take a shower!’ chant breaks out among the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

“For viagra non prescription The Love Of The Game” by Pillar replaces Superjoint Ritual on the sound system and the man who steps out from behind the curtain gets a decidedly mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from San Diego, CA and weighs in at 238 pounds……”The Spade” Duncan Aries!!!

Aries is making his way towards the ring, never taking his eyes off of KKP who is standing in the center of the ring. This allows a figure to rush out from the back and slam a chair across the back of an unsuspecting Aries!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino!? What the Hell is he doing out here?

COREY TAYLOR: Looks like he just waffled Aries with a chair to me!

Aries is on all fours and takes another chair shot across the back from the other half of the World Tag Champions. Security and REBEL officials rush out and manage to coax and threaten Casino enough to get him to make his way towards the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a disgusting act! Casino had no right to….

COREY TAYLOR: Hey he’s only looking out for his tag partner!

ROB MARTINEZ: The damn match hasn’t even started yet!

Referee Alan Stone is checking on Aries when KKP rushes into camera frame and lands a kick to the head of ‘The Spade.’ KKP shoves Stone away, pulls Aries up to his feet and violently whips him back first into the guard rail. Stone is in KKPs face yelling at him and again gets shoved away. Krusty leads Aries towards the ring and rolls him inside following closely in behind him. Finally the referee calls for the bell and this already chaotic match is underway!

ROB MARTINEZ: (sarcastically) Well now the bell rings.

KKP watches as Aries slowly gets to his feet and then runs him down with a running knee to the side of the head. Krusty mounts Aries and rains down a series of short stiff right hands to the head of Aries. Duncan shoves off KKP but the ‘Krusty One’ quickly rolls to his feet and drops a leg across the throat of Aries. KKP pulls Aries to his feet and whips him across the ring into the far corner. KKP gives the bird to the referee and then the fans and charges into the corner to smash Aries. Duncan gets up a boot to the face of KKP and he staggers back! KKP charges in again and takes a back elbow that sends him reeling away from Aries. Aries explodes out of the corner and nearly takes the head off of KKP with a running clothesline! Aries shakes his head to clear the cobwebs clear and turns to watch as KKP pulls himself to his feet. Aries charges at KKP in the corner but Krusty quickly side steps Duncan and sends him shoulder first into the steel ringpost!

COREY TAYLOR: Aries better watch out! If he breaks the ring he has to pay for it!

KKP quickly rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair and slams it against the dangling arm of Aries who is still hanging half in and half out of the ring. Duncan drops back into the ring clutching his arm as a grinning KKP climbs into the ring, chair in hand. Aries is slow to get up, but KKP is in no hurry as he readies the chair. Aries gets to his feet and KKP takes a wild swing! Duncan drops down and the chair bounces off the top rope and back into the face of KKP! Krusty drops the chair and holds his face both in shock and pain. A high back kick from Aries to the head of KKP drops the tag champ to his knees! Aries pulls KKP up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a high back body drop. Aries quickly shakes his arm trying to get the feeling back into it as Krusty pulls himself back to his feet. “The Spade” catches a rising KKP with a spinning back kick to the ribs of his foe and Krusty drops to all fours gasping for breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite everything that’s been thrown at him so far, Aries is not only taking the fight to KKP but looks to be on the offense!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah yeah.

Aries approaches KKP and the tag champ quickly hooks the damaged arm of Aries and drives it down to the mat with a DDT. Krusty slowly gets up and walks over to the discarded chair and picks it up. Aries is getting to his feet and KKP drives the edge of the chair into the dangling limb of “The Spade.” KKP drops the chair to the mat and positions Aries for a pildriver onto the metal folding chair. Backdrop from Aries! KKP is quick to his feet but takes a back elbow to the mush from Duncan! Leg sweep from Aries puts KKP flat on his back. Kneedrop to the skull from Aries has Krusty clutching at his head. Aries takes several steps away from Krusty, who is slowly getting to his feet, and then plants a brutal roundhouse kick to the temple of Krusty! KKP drops to all fours holding his head as Aries again tries to shake some feeling into his arm.

ROB MARTINEZ: KKP has to keep Aries on the defensive! He’s no match for the MMA style of ‘The Spade!’

COREY TAYLOR: Geez buy a membership to his fan club already!

KKP is up but a running ax kick from Aries puts him back down! Aries pulls KKP up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a hurricanrana! Duncan is mounted on KKP and rains down hard left hands to the skull of KKP! Aries pulls himself off of Krusty pulling him up with him and hooks him for a suplex. Blocked by KKP! Aries tries again and once more it’s blocked! KKP rakes the face of Aries, spins him around and hits his Bottle Opener (German Suplex) that leaves Aries bouncing off the mat! Both men are slow to get up but KKP quickly lunges at Duncan and again nails a DDT onto the arm of Aries! KKP pulls himself up to his feet and once more grabs the chair that is still laying in the ring. KKP heads towards the turnbuckles and starts to climb to the top!

COREY TAYLOR: This can’t lead to anything good.

Aries is up and KKP takes to the air, chair held firmly in both hands ready for the killing blow! Aries spots him out of the corner of his eye and hits a dropkick in mid air to the sternum of KKP! Both men are down and are slow to get to their respective feet. Stiff kick to the chest doubles over KKP! Aries whips KKP into the ropes and nails a tilt-a-whirl sideslam onto the chair! Krusty quickly rolls out of the ring and collapses to the floor. Aries slides out after him and reaches down to pull KKP to his feet. A thumb to the eye backs off Aries and KKP quickly follows up with a running big boot to the face of Aries! K-Cutter from Krusty onto the concrete floor! Alan Stone is on the outside trying to talk the men to bring the action back inside and for once it looks like KKP will listen. He slowly gets to his feet, pulls Aries up and rolls him inside.

ROB MARTINEZ :Aries landed hard on the outside, I dunno what else he has left in the tank.

KKP starts to pull Aries to his feet when he takes a shot to the gut. Another fist to the ribs causes a break. Chop across the chest from Aries leaves KKP clutching his chest! Another chop! A high sidekick to the skull of KKP puts him on wobbly legs! Aries backs KKP against the ropes and shoots him off. Aries drops his head a second to early allowing KKP to counter with a swinging neckbreaker! Amazingly Duncan springs to his feet, a look of fury on his face as he yanks Krusty to his feet. K-Cutter from Krusty! Both men are laying pone on the mat and Krusty has blood flowing from his swelling nose. Krusty uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and turns and drags Aries to his feet as well. Krusty scoops up Aries and places him into the tree of woe. KKP rolls to the outside, grabs the damaged arm of Aries and locks in his Crack Rock Steady.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s going after the hurt arm of Aries!

COREY TAYLOR: And thanks to the lack of rules here in REBEL, the referee can’t break this!

KKP ratchets back on the arm of Aries in a manner that can’t be human but “The Spade” hangs on! Aries is shaking his head ‘No’ as the referee continues to ask if he wants to give it up. KKP is doing his best to rip the arm from it’s socket and suddenly the referee turns from Aries and calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell? Aries didn’t submit!

KKP has released the hold and Aries manages to unhook himself from the tree of woe and slumps down to the mat. Both men look at the referee with confusion.

After conferring for a moment with Jenny the ring announcer raises her microphone.

JENNY JERSEY The referee has stopped this match due to Aries being unable to defend himself! The winner of this match……..Krusty Kid Paul!!!!

KKP breaks out in a huge grin as the building rocks with a ‘This is Bullshit!’ chant!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know if Alan Stone made the right call here.

COREY TAYLOR: Of course he did! He didn’t want to see Aries get his arm broken!

Aries is pleading his case but Stone refuses to hear any of it. Duncan has to watch as the referee rolls to the outside and raises the arm of KKP in victory.

ROB MARTINEZ: Controversy here tonight folks.
Jenny Jersey walks in front of the camera, dressed in skin tight stone washed blue jean shorts and a tank top that is barely under her lovely… chest.COREY TAYLOR: I’ll be there!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the sound system as the fans get to their feet as that mean only one thing ‘The Show’ is here. The fans are looking around for ‘The Show’ but he is nowhere to be found until all of a sudden he is spotted making his way through the crowd to the ring. He smiles as he reaches the ring and does his signature baseball slide into under the ropes then nip up to his feet…

Chad: Hello, Durham! I know everyone is like we didn’t expect ‘The Show’ here tonight! He don’t even have a match! Hell he is suppose to be in Canada! And while it is true I should be in Canada! I felt I need to be in North Carolina tonight to talk about a few things beginning with the possibility of my retirement!

Fans begin to chant don’t retire chad, don’t retire chad…

Chad: I appreciate all that and I don’t want to retire, really I don’t but it’s just not up to me. You see despite the rumors about me wanting to retire because I felt my best days are gone that just viagra femenino not exactly the way it is! And that is why I am out here tonight! To tell the truth! You see when I signed my new Rebel contract it was a two year deal through May 2010 and guess what that is only a few weeks away! And you know what despite the fact that I help make this company what it is today, it seems that Larry Gordon has been too busy to renew my contract! Either that or maybe he is trying to move on without me! But anyway now the truth is out. Everyone knows the truth behind the retirement talk and all I can say is Gordon the ball is now on your court!

Chats of Gordon don’t let him go, Gordon don’t let him go mix in with the don’t retire chad, don’t retire chad chants as ‘The Show’ begins to slide out of the ring before catching himself and flipping back to his feet…

Chad: I had almost forgot there was another reason for my appearance here tonight and that reason was one Chris Casino!

Crowd reacts with boos at the mention of that name…

Chad: C’mon now I know the man is egotistical but he got some skills! But I not out here tonight to talk about how good he is or how he is a legend in his own mind! Oh no! That not way I am out here at all. The reason I am out here is to discuss the little challenge he made! You all know I don’t back down for a challenge and this time ain’t no different BUT…

‘The Show’ pause more for effect then anything else as he lowers the mic to his side before smiling and lifting it back to his mouth…

Chad: Calm down you are all going to like this but. Anyway as I was saying I accept his challenge BUT I want to make it a little more interesting and make it a “Last Man Standing” match! Watcha you think, Chris, are you man enough for that. Anyway ball is now in your court!

With that ‘The Show’ drops the mic to the mat and slides out of the ring as he makes generic cialis his way back to the locker room once again through the sold out crowd….

ROB MARTINEZ: What an acceptance from The Show.

COREY TAYLOR: Funny that he can come out here after Casino has left the building isn’t it Rob? Don’t you find that funny?

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is a non title match and is your Main Event of the evening…

“The Monster’s Loose”

Matthew Kurtis steps from the back, his hand held high up for the fans. They shower him in cheers as he walks down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: From Wyckliffe, Kentucky; he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred twenty pounds… he is THE BLUEGRASS BADASS… MATTHEW KURTIS!

“My Michelle”

Boos… more booos.. and even more as Marcus Marion steps from the back with the Rebel Heavyweight Title slung over is shoulder and Nicole Rhodes on his arm. Marion gives the fans a sneer as he walks past.

JENNY JERSEY: From Atlanta, Georgia; he stands at six feet one inch and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds… he is your Rebel Pro Heavyweight Champion… and being accompanied by Nicole Rhodes… “THE REVOLUTIONARY”… MARCUS MARION!

Marion sneers some insults to the fans as he passes by and Nicol has the gaul to ask a woman if her breasts are real and if they aren’t, the surgeon did a horrible job. Marion chuckles as the two of them walk past. Marion steps onto the apron, wiping his feet as Nicole holds the ropes open for her man.

DING DING

Matthew stands center ring as Marion looks up at his towering form, he dives in with a swift kick to the knee of Matthew. The big man pounds a forearm on Marion’s back sending canadian drug pharmacy reviews him down to the mat, Matthew quickly picks him up, throwing him into the corner, but Marion rushes out with a flying forearm to the midsection doubling Matthew over. Marion with a quick neckbreaker, but Matthew counters it with the basic punch to the face sending Marion into the ropes once again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Basic, but effective.

COREY TAYLOR: Brut strength will only go so far Rob.

Matthew stalks after Marion, but the World Champion dives with another shot at Matthew’s knees, but quickly changes tactics with a hand stand and a boot into the big man’s face tat rocks him backwards. Matthew stumbles backwards and Marion attacks with a barrage of swift Mui Tai kicks to his shin and thighs rocking the big man even further. Marion hits the ropes, diving shoulder block to the left knee takes Matthew down, but the big man is trying to stand back up. Kick to the head takes him down to both knees and Marion springs from the middle rope with a clothesline taking him flat on his back. Marion laughs as he stomps away at Matthew’s left knee before wrapping it up in a standing leglock. Matthew rolls over, using his bulk to flip Marion over and breaking the hold before it can break his leg. Marion is in the ropes again as Matthew is getting back up, boot to the face from Marion, but caught by the big man. Marion with an enzeguri, but Matthew ducks under sending Marcus down with a big clothesline to the back of the skull. Irish whip sends Marion front first into the turnbuckle, but he flips over the top turnbuckle to run along the apron. Matthew levels him with a huge punch right to the face.

ROB MARTINEZ: That brut strength going pretty far isn’t it Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: It is going… but it won’t last long, the conditioning of Marcus Marion is phenominal.

Marcus lands back first on the apron, Kurtis takes a look before hitting the ropes.

Big! Man! Baseball! Slide!

Misses!

Marion rolls off of the apron just in time, he pulls himself up to his feet, firing right hands into Matthew’s face before using all of his weight to Irish whip him into the steel guardrail at ringside. Matthew slams into the railing, causing it to move back slightly. Marion is up, running with a lifted knee right into the stunned face of Matthew. The oldest Kurtis brother is stunned from a possible loaded kneepad, but throws a weak right fist towards Marion. Marcus ducks under, single arm DDT takes Matthew face first into the concrete. Marion is up again, tossing insults to the crowd before strutting a bit, ala Ric Flair.

ROB MARTINEZ: This isn’t smart by Marcus here.

COREY TAYLOR: He is The Revolutionary and is allowed to strut!

Marcus turns around intending for another series of attacks, but the roaring elbow from Matthew takes him down and he goes down hard! Matthew points down to Marion before lifting him in a big man press and dumping his carcass over the top rope into the ring. Matthew steps over the top rope and into the ring where Marcus is begging for a time out.

MATTHEW: There are no time outs in wrestling Marcus!

Matthew rushes forward, big man boot to the seated Marion decapitates him! Oh wait, it just knocks him unconscious but he is definitely out of it as Matthew picks him up, bringing him to center ring a look of confidence on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew’s going for the Bluegrass Bomb!

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Marcus!

From the crowd Chris Casino delivers a chop block to the left knee of Matthew sending him crashing down and Marcus down unharmed. Chris delivers a vicious stomp to the left knee before pulling out a set of brass knuckles to deliver a vicious series of right hands to Matthew. Here comes Krusty Kid Paul into the mix with a jump over the raling and into the ring. KKP slides in with a steel chair in hand and a look of violence etched in his features. KKP with a big swinging, base clearing, grand slam chair shot to the biggest Kurtis brother sending him into the turnbuckle. Marion is up now, a smirk planted on his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is totally uncalled for!

COREY TAYLOR: Matthew is getting what he deserves for his attack on Casino earlier!

Casino stalks towards Matthew, mouthing 2 and 0? Really? Casino with a boot to the face, but Matthew somehow catches it and shoves Casino backwards. Matthew up as Krusty Kid Paul swings the chair at his head. Matthew ducks under the blow driving a fist into KKP’s face and a chop to the throat backing him up against Casino. But the numbers game comes into play as Marion delivers a front kick right to the left knee of Matthew sending him down near Dirty Money.

ROB MARTINEZ: The numbers game, no one can win it.

COREY TAYLOR: Eliminate the Kurtises!

The three men pounce on Matthew like they are pirahnas in the Amazon and smelling fresh meat. Matthew struggles back to a kneeling position, but the numbers game is just too much.

“Lead Into Demise!”

The crowd is now cheering as the former Aggression champion is rushing down to the ring with a lead pipe in hand!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here comes some help! Finally!

COREY TAYLOR: He had so much potential, too bad he is going to be destroyed here.

Marion, Casino, and KKP slide out of the ring, looking up at Johnny as he slides into the ring. Matthew looks up, greatful as Johnny helps him to his feet. Matthew stands beside Johnny, begging the three men to get back in the ring and fight now that the odds are a little better.

“Money To Blow!” The fans continue cheering as Young Money rush down to the ring. Jer$ey, Mack, and Chad Kurtis rush down to cover the exits of Marion, Casino and Krusty Kid Paul. Maverick looks around and nods as Matthew continues staring at Casino on the outside.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Just cover there, Matthew and I’ll get them should they choose to climb back in and fight.

Young Money seem to follow the suggestion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick must be the newest Young Money member that Jer$ey’s been talking about.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn, such a talent wasted.

*WHAM!*

Matthew goes down with a viagra pregnancy side effects lead pipe shot to the groin then another swinging shot to his temple sends him on his side. Johnny turns around as Marion, Casino, and KKP climb back into the ring. Here comes Young Money though as they slide into the ring. Jer$ey with a right hand to Casino, Mack with a big boot to KKP, Chad goes after Marion. Johnny pounces on Matthew with a lead pipe assisted Lou Thesz press pounding away at his skull.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, this isn’t right!

COREY TAYLOR: Ha ha ha ha!

Marion, Casino, KKP, and Maverick are totally desimating Young Money in the ring with weapons to the head, punches to the face, just utter Chaos is ensuing!

“Simple Man!”

JT Whiplash comes from the back, soupbones ready for action. He slides into the ring with a baseball bat in hand. He swings connecting with Casino’s ribs sending him over the top rope. Johnny springs from the middle rope with a roundhouse kick, but the bat goes between his legs slamming into the Little Maverick causing him to turn green and roll out of the ring. KKp looks on, his soupbones ready as well he dives forward, bones a flying. JT ducks one blow, absorbs a second, shoving the bat into KKP’s temple before he rolls out of the ring. Marion grabs Johnny up as KKP pulls Casino out of the ring. KKP and the others are bloody, red faced, sweaty, and smiling?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are they smiling about?!

COREY TAYLOR: They know something that we don’t… obviously.

The four men skirt the ring, walking back up the aisle, sneering and laughing as the fans toss trash their way. Inside the ring Jer$ey is staring at Casino, Chad is checking on Matthew who is now sitting and staring at Chris as well. JT is staring at Whiplash and Mack is begging for Maverick and KKP to step back in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ve got to go fans, tune in next week for Aggression!

COREY TAYLOR: By jackasses.

The Rebel Pro logo flashes on the screen until it fades into the next show on Durham TV.

“Hey you all…”

She flirts and blinks her lovely eyes, well, lovingly.

“Coming up on May 7, 2010 is a show that I’m sure you all will want to be at.”

She looks wonderingly if anyone will show up, making sure to drag us there even if we are in jail.

“There will be a triple threat for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight title…”

She leans back up against the concrete block wall, showing well you know or your imagination does anyways.

“A Tag Team Championship match…”

She purses her lips.

“The Aggression title will be on the line and a big announcement.”

She licks her lips and pulls a strand of barbed wire from her back pocket, oh to be that piece of wire.

“Every match will have barbed wire involvement in one way or another as Barbed Wire Massacre 2010 comes to the Rebel Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina…”

She blows us a kiss… another one!

“See you there…”

Back to the Aggression Arena.

COREY TAYLOR: “Do I really have to do this?”

ROB MARTINEZ: “We are rolling now and if you want to get paid, I suggest you try and sell some merchandise.”

Corey turns to the camera, holding up a Chad Kurtis t-shirt.

COREY TAYLOR: “If you need a good cloth diaper, be sure to wipe your ass with the new Chad Kurtis shirt.”

Rob can’t believe it, his chin drops to his chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: “Corey!”

Corey turns with a smirk on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: “None of you gave me a script, bet you will next time.”

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“Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo” by Rick Derringer cues up. From the curtain appears father and (a much bigger) son, each barefoot and wearing Andre the Giant-esque black, one-strap singlets. Foot Knife Sr. runs around crazily, slapping the hands of the fans, even though they are not extended towards him. Jr. follows behind slowly, clearly embarrassed by his father.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Billings, Indiana, at a combined weight of four-hundred and sixty pounds… they are FOOT KNIVES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, we’ve seen some strange men in REBEL Pro… but, geez, these guys are—

COREY TAYLOR: —how low have the standards dropped here in Raleigh? Seriously? What are we going to hire Dextro back next or something?

Flatts and Scruggs cues up and the REBEL legend, Cuzin Zeke, emerges from the curtain to loud cheering, both for him and because the attention is on someone else besides the awkward Foot Knives.

JENNY JERSEY: Their opponent, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing two-hundred and sixty-three pounds… CUZIN’ ZEKE!

Zeke slaps the hands of several fans, enters the ring and takes the mic.

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Well, I got some news, some good, some bad. Bad news first, Zeke’s mystery partner couldn’t make it. Good news, though, I promised ya’ll a match and that’s what I came here to give ya! So ring that bell, let’s get wrestlin’!

DING DING

Jr. enters the tadalafil online ring immediately and pounds away on Zeke’s back with forearm shots. Zeke quickly bounces up. Big right hand! Another! Jr. stumbles back and forth… right into a Zeke headbutt! He falls to the mat and gets to his feet, a dazed look on his face, just in time to be whipped into the ropes. Zeke drops his head for a back body drop. Jr. punts it! But Zeke doesn’t budge, as if the kick did nothing! He shoots up, seizes Jr. by the throat… CHOKE SLAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Foot Knife Jr. is not a small man but Zeke just choke slammed him like he was a cruiserweight!

COREY TAYLOR: Zeke should just pin him before I really begin to feel ashamed of my job. Look at these Foot Knives… I mean, c’mon! What the hell!

As Zeke goes for a pin attempt, Sr. runs out and attempts to droop him.

COREY TAYLOR: WHAT AN IDIOT! You can’t droop a man who is wearing OVERALLS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah… not sure what Foot Knife Sr. was thinking right there.

Zeke turns around. FOOT KNIFE SR. BITES HIS NIPPLE! Zeke roars and knees Sr. in the gut, bending him over. Axhandle to Sr.’s back sends him down to the mat. He picks Sr. up and lifts him up over his head. Gorilla Press Slam! Sr. crashes down to the mat. Jr. crawls towards Zeke… LOW BLOW! Zeke doubles over. Jr. with a ROLL-UP!

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Zeke and Jr. get to their feet simultaneously. Jr. looks scared. Zeke waves at him then kicks him in the gut. And a big scoop and a slam! Zeke off of the ropes… SPLASH! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—SR. BREAKS IT UP WITH AN ELBOW!

And Sr. gets on top of Zeke’s shoulders and begins pulling on his ponytail! Zeke angers. He crawls to his feet, Sr. still on his back. Big snapmare six and a half feet down to the mat! He picks Sr. up. Big piledriver on the much older but much smaller Foot Knife! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—JR. BREAKS IT UP WITH AN ELBOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: A two-on-one match, no matter who the opponents, is difficult!

COREY TAYLOR: This is (BLEEP) painful. Reminds me of NAPW on Fight TV.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey, that’s a good show!

COREY TAYLOR: For teenage girls.

All of the sudden, a man wearing an orange prison jumpsuit with TEXAS STATE PENITENTIARY #610109 on his back and a ski mask runs in from the back. He storms into the ring and clotheslines Foot Knife Jr. to the outside before fleeing through the crowd. Three police officers run down the aisleway and into the crowd after him, but have trouble getting through the fans, allowing the Man in Orange to mix in with the crowd. Eventually they find an empty orange suit… he escaped!

ROB MARTINEZ: Who the heck was that? Was that Zeke’s mystery partner?

COREY TAYLOR: Not sure why anyone cares about Zeke’s mystery partner week in, week out. For Chrissakes, I have a mystery partner every damn night!

In the ring, Zeke uses the opportunity to go up top. MUDPUDDLE ON FOOT KNIFE SR.

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners? Or winner? CUZIN ZEKE and… THE MAN IN ORANGE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Man in Orange was able to even up the numbers just enough for Cuzin’ Zeke to take down the match!

COREY TAYLOR: Alright, alright, NEXT! CAN WE PLEASE GET THE NEXT MATCH? For the LOVE of GOD?

Aggression #1
Aggression Arena
Durham, North Carolina

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. the scars evident on his knuckles.
“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

Megavision flickers, and REBEL Triple Crown winner Vincent Black’s face appears on the screen. The fans instantly boo as Vincent begins to speak. He is
wearing a black Hardcore Drinking t-shirt, and that’s all we see.

VINCENT: Wow, nice to see you too, REBEL fans. As you all may know, last week at the, ahem, “Aggression Arena”, *cough*Larryordonyou’reatool*cough*, Duncan
Aries and his partner, who’s name isn’t worth remembering, couldn’t even hold on to the titles I fought so incredibly hard for him to have. Are Dirty Money
deserving champions? Obviously so, since Duncan and his new friend couldn’t defeat them.

The crowd boos harder than before, and Vincent just laughs.

VINCENT: It’s weird to be able to hear all you slack-jawed inbreds back here, but it is what it is, I guess. The fact is, I just leveled the playing field,
since you were going to use dirty tactics to cheat Dirty Money out of their honestly earned chance at REBEL’s, nay, the world of tag team wrestling’s greatest
prize, the REBEL Tag Team Championship of the World. Now, am I surprised that you would take this dirty, under handed route to win? No, not at all. All
of us real athletes saw it coming from miles and miles away, Duncan. You being a shady rat is no surprise to any of us. And I feel that it is my specific
duty to make sure you don’t go around ruining anyone else’s hard earned shot at anything around here. So, I challenge you to a match, Duncan Aries. You.
Me. Any match, any stipulation. You just name the time and place big man. Oh, and Larry Gordon has my papers that say I’m cleared to wrestle. Don’t keep
me waiting.

With that, Vincent pushes the camera away and the Megavision goes to a loud static that makes fans put their hands over their ears.

The commercial opens on a calendar on the wall… April 9th is circled. The camera pulls back and there is a large room with bookcases full of videos and
a large screen tv in the middle of the case. It is not the first time this bookcase has been seen on REBEL PRO. As the camera pulls back farther… a familiar
desk and chair now are also seen. They have been in many interviews and important messages from one of the top stars in REBEL, Cuzin Zeke. From off camera
a voice is heard.

ZEKE: “ April 9th, was the day I was to introduce to REBEL my new partner. It was the day I had set in my mind to have that one person, by my side, ready
to make the run to the top. It was the day that the climb to the top of the mountain was about to start. But…!!! It aint so….. I am still looking and again
I puts out the call around the world, anyones is invited to steps up….”

Zeke now moves towards the chair and sits in it facing towards the camera…

ZEKE: “ Can ya believes who I gots as my partner last week! After all the secrets and mystery, heck who steps out from the curtains….Matt Kurtis!! Holy
wow…. There I was thinking someone like Mikey Massacre, El Rey or who knows was abouts to step out…and then…. Matt. Well, I wants to thank Matt and who
ever for putting us together for the one night. I knows that wes aint meant to be partners after that… but I was sure glads to be part of bring back one
of the best back…heck REBEL is the place for the best and Matt is one of them. But as for us going forwards as a team.. well I gots my agenda to what I
wants to be doing here, and I thinks Matt gots his own fish to fries here in REBEL, so maybe one days.. either we will find ourselves facing each other
or maybes by chance side by side again…..ya just never knows…!”

Zeke now swings around the chair and faces the bookcase of videos and tapes that were behind him…..

ZEKE: “ Looks at all them tapes…many of them are from guys ya never heard of, guys that thinks tagging up with me will takes them to the top. Many of these
guys been in the business maybe less than a year. I am looking for that someones who has been there, done that and now wants to do more….ya know whats
I mean…. I got calls everyday telling me that they are the one. But so fars no one has been a fit…and tell ya the truth I am running out of patiences…
I am thinking that maybes this here idea was not a good one. I knows somewheres out there.. he is standing and maybes is watching this. Pick up a phone,
send me a tape…do somethings…as I am getting restless waiting for you.. Maybes I gonna go back to just being a one man wrecking crew in REBEL and forgets
about my pursuit of the tag belt for now…tills I find the rights guy.”

The phone on Zeke’s desk starts to ring.. and he picks it up… he answers it and listens for a few seconds….

ZEKE: “ Ya sure….another one of you guys.. I will show up at the arena and be your surprise partner… heck, I may be a hillbilly but I didn’t fall off the
cabbage truck twice!! I gots my surprise partner already, and wells I don’t thinks there is anyone else there that could match Matt and whats they pulled
off… who else is now gonna be coming back to REBEL, and using me for their return… I sure cant thinks of anyone. So takes your ideas and just tells me
who you are…and then maybes we can talk and see if ya fits the bill”

Zeke listens….and then shakes his head…

ZEKE: “ I tells ya what… you says that ya will show up and be my partner..and ya cants tell me who you are cuz that information would gets me in trouble.
Ya says that you are on your way…but cants tell me where ya coming from… and wells ya cant tells me much just that you will be there..and in my corner…here
what I gonna do… I am getting tired of all this mystery and all…and I aint found me anyones so far for my next match… JUST SHOWS UP!!”

Zeke hangs up the phone..and tosses it on the desk….

ZEKE: “ Lets see who shows up this time..!!! I have had enough…!!!

The commercial fades back to Aggression.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from our first commercial break and here with Jacob Venar facing off against the new Jackson Smith.

COREY TAYLOR: Jackson is a promising talent in the snoozing wrestling federation.

Jacob whips Jackson into the ropes, shoulder to his gut before he hits the ropes slamming Jackson in the cheek with a running boot. Jacob gets on the offense
again as he scoop slams Jackson in the center of the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle. Jacob flies off with the Spread My Wings finisher, but Jackson
manages to roll out of the way.

COREY TAYLOR: Jacob misses!

ROB MARTINEZ: But he safely rolls back up to his feet, delivering a running enzeguri!

Jackson goes down hard, Jacob locks on a Guillotine Choke. Jackson seems to be fading quickly, the damage he took during the commercial break taking its
toll on him as Jacob is back with something to prove. Jackson manages to get into the ropes, and pull himself up, slamming Jacob backwards into a corner
to break the choke. Jackson is gasping for some much needed oxygen as Jacob plants his left foot and Jackson turns around.

Superkick!

No Jackson catches it!

Dragon Whip!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jackson is just over matched in this contest and I doubt we see him again.

COREY TAYLOR: I know we won’t, Larry Gordon doesn’t like to hire people who don’t record promos.

Jacob with a Whisper in the Wind takes Jackson down and Jacob is climbing the corner.

Spread! My! Wings!

Oh yeah, it connects!

Jacob hooks the leg as referee Jimmie Johnson slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Jacob Venar!

“I Am The Arsonist” hits back up in the speakers as the crowd cheer for the spectacle Jacob just put on. A fan jumps over the barricade and into the ring
behind Jacob. Tapping him on the shoulder, Jacob turns around. This fan isn’t wanting an autograph as they nail him with a barrage of side kicks, thrust
kicks, and thigh kicks until Jacob is sent to the canvas. The black hoodie is dropped to reveal Lacey Gloria smiling down at Jacob before she flips backwards
over the ropes and back through the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: Jacob may have won here tonight, he may have won last week, but I think Lacey wants another shot at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The following segment was recorded last night at Melinda Novigan’s benefit show.

One half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Chris Casino is standing in the ring with mic in hand and belt draped over the shoulder. He’s sneering
into the camera and ignoring the fans who are happily chanting ‘Casino Sucks’ as loud as they can.

CASINO: As we move into a new era of REBEL, I think we can all agree on a few things. First, we all know that none of this would be possible without me.
Huge heat from the crowd. Obviously they think otherwise.

CASINO: Second, people seem to be all worried about Chad Kurtis will retire or not. To tell the truth, we here in REBEL do not need Kurtis. He’s the past
and as we know……..I’m The Future. The chant turns to ‘We Want Chad!’

CASINO: Chant all you want! He’s ducked me for years! You think he’s going to show up now? Are you people…..

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!”

The crowd explodes and for a moment Casino looks……Worried? That look quickly changes though when he sees who is walking to the ring. Matthew Kurtis.
CASINO: Oh heh. It figures. Yeah I knew Chad wouldn’t come out here.

Matthew steps into the ring and walks right up to Casino.

CASINO: So. It’s uh, good to see you big man. Seems like last time I saw you was when the referee stopped me from breaking your leg. So, uh, how you feeling
there Matt?

Casino starts to hand over the mic then quickly jerks it back.

CASINO: Psych! Like I’m going to let your inbred ass talk. Go in the back and tell your coward of a brother than Chris Casino is looking for him!

Matthew looks uncertain and actually looks to be turning to leave!

CASINO: Hurry up Billy Bob! Time is money!

Matthew spins around and clocks Casino with a big right hand! The microphone and the title belt fly off of Casino as a second right hand staggers him!
A third right hand puts Casino up against the ropes! casino is whipped off and nearly decapitated with a big boot from Matthew Kurtis! The crowd is going
crazy as Matthew signals for a chokeslam! Casino has other ideas as he quickly rolls out of the ring and beats a hasty retreat.

Matthew picks up the mic and smiles satisfied at the fleeing Casino.

KURTIS: Run while you can Chris. Someday, somewhere You and I will settle things once and for all.

Kurtis drops the mic and soaks in the love from the fans.

COREY TAYLOR: Did any of you notice that cheap shot that Matthew took on Casino?

ROB MARTINEZ: What about the things Casino was saying about Matthew’s brother?

COREY TAYLOR: Sometimes, the truth it hurts.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m getting word that Chet has caught up with Duncan Aries in the back.

We cut backstage where reporter Chet Whettleson stands with mic in hand, an obvious look of excitement on his face for this first episode of Aggression.
CHET WHETLESON: “Ladies and gentlemen, your pal Chet here with one half of the now former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, “The Spade” Duncan Aries!”

Aries enters the scene in a dark blue denim jacket covering a black “Ace Of Spades” t-shirt, stonewash jeans and of course, his trademark Pilot sunglasses
over his eyes. As the crowd chants “ARIES, ARIES, ARIES!” Duncan takes off his shades and hangs them on his shirt. He smirks and before Chet can react
Duncan rips the mic from his hand and shoves him off camera, the smirk now replaced for a look of intense anger.

DUNCAN ARIES: “You know, there’s a time and place for fantasy, and there’s sure as hell a time and place for reality! Dirty Money, you two jerkoffs want
to parade around this place with OUR titles, titles that when it came right down to it, you couldn’t and didn’t win? ne second Chris, one second was all
that was needed to pin your ass to the mat. You want to live in your fantasy land where the grass is greener and you’re somehow better than me? Face facts
nimrod, Vincent Black saved you two curtain jerkers from the beating of a lifetime. You didn’t win Chris because you’re superior. You won because there’s
a crockpot out there that hates me more than I hate you. Imagine that?”

Duncan points to his eyes, a bit bloodshot from a lack of sleep, then back at the camera.

“You look right here Vincent Black. These are the eyes of a man who can defeat you. These are the eyes of a man who is sick and tired of your games, hiding
behind an announce table where people actually cared to hear that waste of sperm Corey Taylor talk more than you! Think about that Black, you played third
string to two guys who never stepped foot in a ring. But you know what Black, you should be used to the feeling, used to being the lazy son of a bitch
that brings the team down. Get this through your thick skull you Neanderthal, you went on Rebel airwaves and told me, admitted to me, admitted to the world
you were the weak link in our team. The fact you’ve attacked me twice shows that you’re bitter, shows that you know I’m right. My stock is rising here
in Rebel Pro, while no one gives a damn about you, well save one man, me. I am accepting your challenge you to a match Black, but not just any match mind
you, I want your ass in a Street Fight!”

The crowd goes nuts at this announcement.

“You don’t seem to get it Black. I don’t need you. I never did. I did my own version of charity work by carrying your fat ass for months, and the fact
you attack me proves that deep down, you know who the better man is. All that’s left is beating that fact into your skull, and then that’s it Black, you
go back to wherever the hell you came from, the announce table, the injured list, shit go back to a cave somewhere I don’t give a damn, but once I hand
you your ass in front of the Rebel faithful, I’m washing my hands of you, and moving on to bigger and better things. The revelation is coming Black, and
in your case its a kick to the balls, a spit in the face, and the beating of a lifetime!”

Aries puts his shades back on and tosses the mic to the ground, walking off camera, as we cut back to the announce table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Will the match get signed?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh I’m sure of it.

“Everyone come see the greatest show”

ICP blares over the P.A. system as The Freak, makes his way to the ring. The crowd is giving him a mixed reaction this time around; even though they enjoyed
seeing him level the new REBEL Pro World Champion last week, they still haven’t forgiven his actions over the last few months. The Freak Show enters the
ring and takes the mic from the lovely Jenny Jersey.

THE FREAK[To the crowd]: You guys having fun tonight?

[Small pop from the crowd as they start to warm up to The Freak once more]

THE FREAK: I asked if you’re having a good time tonight?!

[Bigger POP]

THE FREAK: Oh wait a second; I don’t give two shits if you’re having a good time.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THE FREAK: Well, as you can see, I don’t have REBEL Pro gold here tonight.

Crowd: YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!

THE FREAK: Yep, I sure did. I tapped liked a little bitch. But like I told little Johnny before our match last week; I don’t care about the Caro… um, Aggression
Title. You see, I’ve had my sights set on a much bigger prize, and since REBEL Pro has some bull shit rule against one wrestler having two singles title,
I decided to keep my arm in one piece and my eye on that bigger prize. (In a falsetto voice) But Freak, everyone knows that a promotions secondary title
is a stepping stone to the World Title. (Back to his normal voice) Now what I know, and what morons like Johnny Maverick, Cuzin Zeke, and all you redneck,
inbred hicks fail to realize is those titles aren’t stepping stones; they’re anchors. They keep the less talented content with mediocrity. Well I’m better
than that. I am the future of this company. Not Chris Casino, not J.T. Whiplash, certainly not Chad Kurtis. You see, later tonight, after the dust settles
on “The Show” and my match, I will be on my way to lay claim to the only title in this backwater hell hole worth my time and effort. I will go on and take
on the so called “Revolutionary” Marcus Marion; and I will become the…

The Freak is cut off by the unmistakable sounds of “My Michelle” by GNR. The fans, like it was their time of the month, get hot in a hurry. The opening
lyrics of a well-known rock classic assaults the capacity crowd.

Your daddy works in porno Now that mommy’s not around She used to love her heroine But now she’s underground So you stay out late at night And you do your
coke for free Drivin’ your friends crazy With your life’s insanity

At that, the NEW Rebel Pro World Champion The Revolutionary Marcus Marion with the Bad Girl of Rebel Pro, Nicole Rhodes make their way out to the aisle.
With the memory of the bitter end to the World title match still fresh in their minds, the fans let Marion have it. Marion, observing the crowd with little
more than a cold glare, does his best to ignore the white hot negative reaction. The crowd begins to chant.

CROWD: DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE! DIE MARION DIE!

The Bad Girl opens the ropes for Marion, the traditional valet duties. Marion, pressing the mic to his lips, begins, the World title sitting on the arrogant
blond’s right shoulder.

MARCUS MARION: …You will become, what? Roadkill. Get this, I am not Sylvester the cat and you are not Tweety bird. I will NOT play into your hands. You
think bashing the World Champion, one half of God’s team (camera pans to show both Nicole and Marion) over the head with an over priced beer bottle, all
of a sudden makes you hot shit?!

That it GRANTS you a new lease on life? The clean air you breathe right now is air I ALLOW you to breathe. The very fact that you are currently walking
on the ground and not buried underneath it is a testimony to how swell of a guy I really am. You want to talk about a title shot? I’m a businessman, let’s
talk.

The camera focuses on the two men, then the Freak begins to speak.

THE FREAK: Here’s the thing mark, I don’t need your attention. I don’t need to make anymore deals, hell I don’t need anything more from you. It’s already
set. I beat Chad here in a little less then an hour, then next week, I have you all to myself. The fact that you think your opinion means anything, just
shows how delusional you really are.

Marion shakes his head, annoyed. Nicole, sensing the moment, rubs the back of his shoulders. She gives a menacing look to the Freak, keeping her distance.
MARCUS MARION: Your “wit” astounds me. I would jump for joy, Freak, but I don’t want to spoil the crease in my pants. So you helped me fight off an entire
locker room full of hooligans all wanting a piece of the most cherished gold in this entire company. While that assist in the melee gave you more camera
time than you deserved … It was another day at the office for me. The quiz before the test. For you? It was a wet dream. The very fact that you are standing
in this ring, with your claws out for a shot at MY gold, is illustration enough that Rebel Pro, in its infinite wisdom, is willing to let one of its own
“boys” dismember the annoying panhandler off the street.

The Freak, unamused, raises the mic to his lips, getting his two cents in.

THE FREAK: I see your mouth moving but all I hear is “blah, blah, blah, I’m a filthy crack whore” You just don’t get do you? You think i did what I did
for a chance at the spot light? I’ve been in the spot light since my first match here in REBEL. I did what i did because it was fun. You are nothing more
to me than an over confident mark that’s just waiting for me to rip off. When you face me in this ring, you face the single most unpripedictable man to
ever lace boots. I will do what ever it takes to make people stand up and take notice. It’s not enough to do a swanton off a twenty-five foot ladder onto
a barbed wire table. I will light myself on fire just because no one else will. I will…

Marion, looking at his two thousand dollar watch, a present from Leno, finishes The Freak’s line, well sort of.

MARCUS MARION: Die …before you hit thirty-five. You want to talk about spotlight, here’s some truth on that, you have NONE. I’ll play devils advocate
for the moment and I’ll exclude the fact that you aren’t out here dripping with gold, is your ugly ass on a billboard? Are there any avenues named after
you? Is “The Freak Day” a recognized holiday? The answer to those questions, assholes, is no, no, and HELL NO! (the crowd kick up their booing) You want
spotlight? I’ll gve you spotlight. You want to become an overnight success? I’ll give you that too. You want me to give you this belt …

Shit, I’m only human, I can’t do everything.

The Freak smirks then once again raises the mic to his mouth.

THE FREAK: You’re right. I will die young. I don’t have my own holliday. I’m not rich and can’t afford to buy fame. But when I do finally preform on high
risk spot to many, when the medical examiner has to come out before they can clean whats left of my broken, lifeless corpse, I will perish with the knowledge
that I’m not just wrestling’s version of Paris Hilton. You however will never know that your success is because you earned it or because you bought it.
I have no regrets in life. I’ll have none in death. You, you’re just a cheap imitation of Ric Flair, who was nothing more than a clone of Buddy Rodgers.
In short, you are nothing new. Nothing special. Now I have a match to win. I’ll be seeing you around “Champ”.

Marion backs up the aisle as he angrily watches The Freak inside of the ring. Marion walks back through the ropes, followed by his valet.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be very interesting since Chad is retiring.

COREY TAYLOR: Whining you mean. Freak is right, Chad just wanted some limelight.

“Money to Blow” hits up in the speakers and the crowd boos? Of course they boo because they want Chad Kurtis, they don’t want him to leave.

JENNY JERSEY: Taking the place of Chad Kurtis in this contest… Introducing from Lamar, South Carolina, he stands at six feet eight inches and weighs
in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, he is the “INCREDIBLE” MACK!

COREY TAYLOR: Was Jenny getting emmotional?

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you even have a heart? A man is giving up what he loves because he can’t go like he once could.

COREY TAYLOR: No, I am looking at this the correct way. Chad Kurtis is quitting because he lost the World Title, he is a whinning baby, like that Duncan
Aries.

Freak looks nonchalant as he begs for Mack to step into the ring, he doesn’t care he just wants to fight.

“Cocky” hits up and the crowd jump to their feet, Freak looks pleased because he is going to enjoy destroying Kurtis. Chad rushes past Mack, leaping into
the ring over the, no wait! He springs from the top rope with a springboard missile dropkick taking Freak off his feet.

DING DING

Freak bounces back up, forearm to Chad rocks him back up against the ropes. Irish whip sends Chad running across the ring, Freak rolls forward springing
up with a clothesline that Chad manages to grab to slide around Freak’s back and take him down with a DDT. Chad is back up, he pulls Freak with him. Chad
runs up the turnbuckle as he holds Freak in a side headlock. Freak shoves Chad off the top turnbuckle, sending the former World Champion down to the concrete
floor below.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad just landed on his knee.

COREY TAYLOR: Bet he is wishing he had retired now.

Freak rushes up the padding, leaping off with a swanton to the fallen Kurtis and it connects, but Freak catches some of the knee as well. Freak holds at
his midsection in pain as he struggles back up to his feet, digging under the ring for some plunder. His eyes light up as he spots a ladder and begins
to pull it out from under the ring. Show is up, up on the guardrail and running along its top to jump out with a side kick right to Freak’s temple slamming
the side of his head into the ladder. Chad is hurt, he holds at his knee and grimacing in pain. Mack rushes over to check on his fallen friend, but Freak
is up and slamming a steel chair into Mack to back him off. Chad urges Mack to head backstage and leave the match to him. Freak pulls Kurtis up, fist to
Freak’s midsection.

COREY TAYLOR: Mack needs to get his large ass outta here.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s just worried about his friend.

COREY TAYLOR: Do you see Shutdown out here?

The air wooshes right out of Freak as he bends over at the waist, Kurtis with a swinging neckbreaker right onto the steel chair. Chad gets up, high fiving
some of the ringside fans as he pulls Freak towards the ring. Chad slams Freak’s face right into the ring apron before Freak is able to slam an elbow right
into his gut. Freak with a three quarter facelock, but Chad shoves him forward and he slams head first into the ring post. Freak rebounds from the impact
as Chad slams the post with a clothesline wincing from the pain. Chad holds at his arm, Freak jumps to the apron springing back and catching Chad in a
front facelock, DDT on the ladder. Freak rolls off holding at his ankle, he must have done something to it when he was springing back.

COREY TAYLOR: Time out ref!

ROB MARTINEZ: There are no timeouts in wrestling.

Freak struggles through the pain, sliding the ladder inside the ring, but Chad kicks out with his right foot and slams the sole of his boot right into
Freak’s injured ankle. Chad pulls himself up as Freak rolls into the ring. Chad follows him in, they are both up. Freak with a right, Chad with a right,
right right right right right, boot to Chad’s midsection, but Chad delivers an uppercut that staggers the Freak back on his heels. Chad springs back, diving
forward with a clothesline that takes Freak down. Chad picks the ladder up, holding it in the middle and Freak is rolling up to his feet. Chad swings,
Freak ducks under slamming his shoulder into Chad’s gut doubling him over. Chad holds onto the ladder, bringing it down on Freak’s back. The ladder clangs
from the impact but Freak manages to sweep Chad’s feet out from under him. The ladder falls on Chad, Freak leaps up to the top turnbuckle, holding at his
ankle as he flips backwards with a moonsault onto the lader. But no Chad as he telegraphed that move and is now setting up the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fast paced action, but we have to take a commercial break.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak wil…

Jenny Jersey stands in front of a Rebel merchandise table, her in all her sexy glory. Her sweet and seductive voice comes from that lovely and slender
throat.

“We have all kinds of merchandise for sale. From the vintage Chad Kurtis shirts…”

She holds one up for you all to see.

“To the new Rebel Pro Dirty Money shirts…”

Again she holds it up.

“To the Yung Mula posters for you fans.”

She points to a poster hanging on the wall.

“For those of you who have trouble keeping up with what day it is, try the 2010 Rebel Pro calendar.”

She holds it up for all to see. If possible, she gets even more seductive as she sort of moans out the last.

“And for you gentlemen out there…”

She leans forward, showing off what her mama gave her.

“A… poster… of… yours truly… Scandelous enough that it can’t be shown here.”

She leans back, smiling.

“A poster from my days working for Mr. Garrett, is all the hint you’ll get.”

She places her hand under her chin as she wiggles her fingers.

Back from commercial and Chad is pulling Freak up the ladder, going for a big time impact move. Freak battles back with a right at the top of the ladder.
Chad returns with a right and left, Freak wiggles on the ladder, trying to maintain his balance.

COREY TAYLOR: They cut me off!

ROB MARTINEZ: A grand and kind gesture.

COREY TAYLOR: But I need to go to the merchandise table, there’s something I want to buy.

Both men are on the tip top step of the ladder exchanging blows, hard rights and lefts. Freak swings, Chad ducks under catching the flying right hand but
the momentum carries them over backwards and they fall from twenty feet up! Chad’s neck slams on the top rope sending his face into the ladder and busting
him open immediately. Freak screams out in pain as his ankle is first trapped then slammed in between the sides of the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God!

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it!

Alan Stone slides into position as neither man is in a pinning position, he checks on their well being. Chad shakes his head as he pushes the ladder off
of him, Freak is shaking his head as well as the two of them are going to continue!

ROB MARTINEZ: The guts of these two men!

COREY TAYLOR: Both are fighting for the chance to face Marion, I’d kill myself… well, I… ok I’d rather sit here and commentate than have to face Marion.
Chad is limping on his leg, but Freak can barely stand on his ankle, it must be sprained at the very least. Freak turns around at the sound of Chad now
rushing towards him. Freak lashes out with a roundhouse kick but Freak’s leg lands on the other side of Kurtis’ body. He lifts Chad up for a cradle piledriver
as Chad locks on an anklelock.

COREY TAYLOR: Freak nails the CK Finale!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad has an ankle lock submission locked on while he lays on his back!

One…

Two…

ThreTaptaptap?!

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak is tapping!

COREY TAYLOR: Chad is pinned!

Alan Stone has to make a call, he looks over to Jenny who is waiting patiently. He motions for her to come over and he whispers in her ear his decision.
JENNY JERSEY:Referee Alan Stone has declared this match a No Contest! Owing to the fact that Freak tapped just as he counted the three, it was similtaneous
so therefore he has awarded both men the first shot at Marcus Marion at Barbed Wire Massacre!

The fans roar their approval!

COREY TAYLOR: Sure, give the peons what they want.

ROB MARTINEZ: That will be an amazing match, I can’t wait!

COREY TAYLOR: Now for Jer$ey’s chance of tag team title contention to be squashed like the bug he is.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a night it has been so far and its about to get even bigger and better with the next match.

COREY TAYLOR: I know Casino will crush Jersey like a bug.

ROB MARTINEZ: What do you do , Corey, wait to see who the fans like then root for the other guy.

COREY TAYLOR: Maybe or maybe I just like to think for myself.

ROB MARTINEZ: Really!

Go Hard’ by DJ Khaled, Kayne West, and T-Pai gets a big pop from the sold out crowd as that mean Jersey is on his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first standing six foot-four inches and weighing in two hundred and twenty pounds he comes to us from Paterson, New Jersey. Representing
‘Yung Mula’ he is Jersey!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is going to destroy this money mimicker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Its just going to come down to who controls the tempo and who wants it more.

COREY TAYLOR: Is that really all you have to add after all we are on TV now.

‘Smooth’ by Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas hit’s the speakers as the crowd reaction quickly changes to show their distaste in Casino who is eating the reaction
up letting the fans know he is better then as he makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing his opponent standing five feet eleven inches and tips the scales at two hundred and twenty pounds he is from sin city, Las Vegas,
Nevada and represents the tag team champions of the world, ‘Dirty Money’ he is Chris Casino!

Casino enters the ring and Jersey looks ready but Casino brushes letting him know that he is better then him. Jersey just shrugs his shoulders and says
prove it then. The two men tie up in the center of the ring as Alan Stones calls for the bell. Casino attempts to show his dominance as he spits out his
gum and slaps it at Jersey. Jersey just smiles and pushes Casino back. Casino strolls back up to Jersey and continues to try and play his little games
deliver a smack across the face of Jersey. Casino then points his finger in Jersey faces and attempts to explain why he is better.

COREY TAYLOR: Casino is just simply playing with Jersey.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t count ‘Young Money’ out just yet.

Jersey seems to have grown tired of Casino’s games and establishes his power by shoving Chris to the mat and following that we a serious of rights and
lefts. Casino seems to have been thrown off his game plan a bit as he manages to fight his way back to his feet and slides out of the ring. Yelling back
at Jersey that he is not only better then him but smarter too. Jersey plays up to crowd a bit and does a impersonation of Casino that the crowd loves but
seems to piss off Chris.

COREY TAYLOR: Who was that suppose to be?

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on you know that was suppose to be Casino.

COREY TAYLOR: The bad blood between these two has spilled out and I have a feeling that wouldn’t be the only blood we see spilled in this match.

Jersey joins Casino outside the ring and delivers a series of right and lefts that are returned by Casino. Both men trying to get an advantage here with
the action go fast paced and back and forth. Casino connects with a super kick out of nowhere then sends Jersey crashing into the unforgiving cement floor.
Alan Stone is telling them to get back in the ring and he looks like Casino is listen but he stops at the ring apron, turns around and executes a frog
splash taking out the guard rail and causing both him and Jersey to land in the laps of the people in the front row. Chants of HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT break
out as both men are just laying there lifeless.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite what Casino thought coming into this match Jersey has went toe-to-toe with him and caused Casino to dig deep and that is why we have
a crash landing in the front row. I just hope both men and the fans are all okay.

COREY TAYLOR: Or at least Chris Casino.

We are starting to see some movement now at least from Casino, no both men are getting back to their feet. Casino makes it first and delivers a kick to
Jersey’s midsection following by a DDT. Jersey has fought a good fight but it realizes that he needs to do something and do it now surprises Casino with
‘Golden Sweets’ followed by a chair shoot. Jersey then rolls back into the ring and attempts to regroup as he waits. Casino wipes the blood from his head
as he looks pissed he slowly makes his way back to the ring and BANG! Jersey greets him with a spear for his trouble as he goes for a fast cover…

ONE…

TW…

NO! Small package into a cover for Casino but he only gets a one count as both men then get back to their feet. Jersey feeling the momentum executes the
‘Million $ Shot’ off the mat that seems to knock the wind of of Casino. Jersey decides not to go for the cover by instead decides to try and finish Casino
off as he sits up the ‘No Look Back’ but Casino had done his homework and he proves ready as he counters with a ‘RKO’. Casino then smiles and makes a arrogant
cover as Alan Stone slides into place t make the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…

NO! NO! Somehow Jersey kicks out. Casino is yelling at Stone that he made a slow count but Stone tells he just wrestle the match. Chris turns around and
is greeted by with a DDT by Jersey followed by a power slam and another ‘Million $ Shot’. Jersey goes for another quick cover…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

A man walks onto the screen, dressed in overalls and carrying a fishing pole. Most of his teeth are missing as he smiles at the camera.

“Come on down to Brion’s Bait and Tackle, we won’t give you a hassle.”

He continues walking on past the camera, heading down to the river.

NO! NO! NO! Somehow Casino manages to kick out at the very last second! You can see the frustration on Jersey faces as he gets ready to go back to work.
He waits for Chris to get back to his feet and once again goes for ‘No Look Back’ but once again Casino was ready for it as he blocks it and delivers another
‘RKO” then time following it up with double under hook neck breaker as he feels the momentum is back in his favor. He then executes ‘Bankrupt Version 2.0’.
Knowing it is over he makes the covers and smiles and Alan Stone makes the count…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Alan Stone attempts to raise Casino’s hand in victory but Casino tells him that he is too good for him and raises it up himself before kicking Jersey and
climbing out of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… CHRIS CASINO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jersey had nothing to be ashamed up at all.

COREY TAYLOR: What do you mean he has nothing to be ashamed of? He did lose you know.

ROB MARTINEZ: With the kind of effort that Jersey gave tonight he didn’t lose the match, he was beaten.

COREY TAYLOR: What is the difference?

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your main event for the evening and it is for the REBEL Aggression Championship!!!

The crowd pops huge as ‘Simple Man’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the PA system.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Paint Rock, Tennessee and weighs in at 245 pounds, he is the challenger……..J.T.Whiplash!!!!

Whiplash steps out from the back and the crowd shower him with love. He smiles and slaps the outstretched hands of fans along his way down to ringside.
JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Aggression Champion…..

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow pounds the sound system and the cheers quickly turn to boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Washington, DC and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is The Filth & The Fury and the REBEL Aggression Champion…..Johnny Maverick!!!
Maverick steps out from the back holding the new REBEL Aggression Championship belt above his head. The fans don’t seem impressed as they boo him without
remorse as he slowly makes his way down to ringside.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be an outstanding match! Maverick has been on an absolute hot streak since returning to REBEL Pro!

COREY TAYLOR: A hot streak? He made Chris Casino tap out and then last week he made The Freak tap out as well! My prediction? Maverick will pull off the
hat trick tonight and make this old geezer tap out in under ten minutes!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll see if indeed Maverick can overcome the experience advantage of Whiplash in your main event!

Both men are now in the ring, the fans watching for the match intently. Referee Alan Stone has the REBEL Aggression Championship and holds it above his
head showing it off to the fans. Whiplash never takes his eyes off of Maverick and in turn, the champion is sneering at the grizzled veteran. Stone hands
the belt off to a ringside attendant and calls for the bell! The fans pop as the main event of the first episode of Aggression is underway!

ROB MARTINEZ: And here we go!

The two men slowly circle each other for a moment before locking up in the center of the ring. Whiplash uses his slight weight advantage to power Maverick
back into a neutral corner. The referee calls for the break and Whiplash slowly backs away from Maverick. Again they tie up and Maverick slaps on a side
headlock on the challenger. Whiplash backs Maverick against the ropes and shoots him off. Maverick drops his head a moment to early and Whiplash leaps
over him. Maverick raises his head, spins around and walks into a hip toss. Maverick quickly scrambles to his feet and is quickly put back on the mat with
a scoop slam. Again the champion is quick to his feet but pays for it with a dropkick that sends him to the mat and rolling to the outside. Whiplash pumps
up the crowd while on the outside Maverick slaps the ring apron in frustration. A male fan is putting the bad mouth on the champion who simply tosses him
a ‘go to Hell’ look before rolling back into the ring.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s obvious that Maverick is simply letting Whiplash get a false sense of security here.

ROB MARTINEZ: I Think it’s the huge experience edge of Whiplash we’re seeing at work in the early stages.

COREY TAYLOR: Is that a nice way of saying he’s old?

Maverick slowly advances on Whiplash and lashes out with a kick to the thigh that causes the challenger to wince in pain. Another lightning side kick to
the thigh and Whiplash hobbles back to try and put distance between them. Maverick rushes in and takes Whiplash to the mat with a single leg takedown and
quickly tries to lock inn ankle lock. Whiplash quickly pulls himself to the ropes causing a break. Whiplash gets some encouraging words from a female fan
before pulling himself up. The two men lock up and Maverick rakes the face. Snapmare from Maverick puts Whiplash on his ass. A stiff soccer kick between
the shoulder blades causes Whiplash to grit his teeth in pain. Another brutal kick sends Whiplash rolling over to his stomach and scrambling to get to
his feet. Maverick is waiting on him and lays in with a open handed palm strike across the chest that echoes through the building. Whiplash responds with
a stiff forearm shot to the head of Maverick! Another palm strike across the chest and already we see the skin starting to welt and redden from the blows.
Another stiff shot in return from Whiplash! Step up Inziguri from Maverick and Whiplash is down!

COREY TAYLOR: He almost took that old mans head off! Nice!

Maverick rolls to the outside and flips back the ring apron. He pulls out a table to a huge ‘We Want Tables’ chant from the crowd. Maverick slides the
table into the ring and climbs in after it. Maverick catches a rising Whiplash with a kick to the side of the head and the challenger drops back to all
fours. Maverick picks up the table and props it up in the near corner before returning his attention to Whiplash. Whiplash in resting on his knees and
catches Maverick with a right hand to the gut. Another right hand from Whiplash causes Maverick to back off from the challenger. Whiplash pulls himself
up and hooks the champion hitting a painful looking inverted atomic drop. Right hand to the head from Whiplash. Another straight right puts Maverick on
the mat. Whiplash hits the ropes and goes for an elbow drop but the Champ rolls out of the way at the last second. Whiplash hits hard and is stunned long
enough for Maverick to plant him with a jumping double stomp to the chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: A move like that can break ribs!

COREY TAYLOR: Or smash a pacemaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stop.

Maverick rolls back to the outside and again goes searching under the ring. He pulls out a chair and it goes sailing into the ring. A toolbox is found
and it’s slid into the ring as well. Maverick finally finds what he was looking for. A staple gun. With a grin he climbs into the ring and approaches Whiplash
who has pulled himself up to a standing position in the near corner. Whiplash plants a boot to the mid section of Maverick! A back elbow from the challenger
to the side of Mavericks head drops the champion to one knee. Whiplash knocks the staple gun from Mavericks hand and pulls him to his feet. Snap suplex
from the challenger and Whiplash floats over into a cover. Maverick gets a shoulder up after just a count of one but Whiplash isn’t discouraged though
as he straddles Maverick and rains down hard right hands! Maverick shoves off Whiplash and struggles to get to his feet. Whiplash quickly grabs the staple
gun and clocks Maverick in the head with it. Maverick is on his back in the center of the ring and again Whiplash straddles the champ. A young male fan
tosses something to Whiplash and he quickly places it on the forehead of the champion. It’s a small confederate flag and Whiplash quickly puts two staples
into it attaching it to the head of Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’ll leave a mark.

COREY TAYLOR: A confederate flag!? Does this man have no shame!

Maverick shoves Whiplash off of him and pulls himself to his feet. He reaches up and rips off the confederate flag attached to his forehead and looks at
it in disbelief. Blood is starting to trickle down the forehead of the Champion and he wads up the flag and tosses it away. Chunck! Whiplash plants a staple
into the back of Mavericks head! Maverick quickly spins around and blocks the challenger from assaulting him again with the staple gun. A knee to the ribs
causes Whiplash to drop the staple gun. Another stiff knee and Whiplash is doubled over allowing Maverick to hit a gut wrench suplex. Maverick crawls over
to the chair, picks it up and gets to his feet. Whiplash is pulling himself up with help from the ring ropes and turns around just in time to take a wicked
chair shot from the champ! Whiplash slumps against the ropes and takes another brutal chair shot that sends him falling through the ropes and down to the
floor. Maverick tosses the dented and warped chair aside, walks over to the tool box and opens it. He pulls out a screwdriver and with a evil grin he rolls
to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks I hate to say this but we have to take our last commercial break!

COREY TAYLOR: What?

ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll be right back!

Commercial for Trojan condoms ~ Trojan Man!!!!

V/O: They protect you from those little surprises the morning after.

We come back from commercial and we’ve got a close up of Maverick standing behind a kneeling Whiplash digging the screwdriver into his scalp. Blood is
flowing down the face of the challenger and the fans look on horrified. Maverick pulls the screwdriver from the bloody wound and wipes it clean on the
tights of Whiplash. Maverick pulls Whiplash to a standing position and goes to whip him into the steel ring steps. Whiplash reverses it and Maverick goes
sailing into the steps with a heavy thud! Whiplash wipes the blood from his eyes and advances on a dazed Maverick. Whiplash picks up the screwdriver and
digs it into the forehead of Maverick ripping his flesh open! Stone is doing his best to get it back into the ring but is having no luck as now Whiplash
is trying to carve initials into the head of Maverick. Low blow from Maverick and both the screw driver and Whiplash drop to the floor. Maverick pulls
himself up and his face is a bloody horror.

ROB MARTINEZ: How can Maverick even see?

COREY TAYLOR: How is Whiplash still breathing? He’s what? Seventy?

Maverick waits as Whiplash pulls himself up and rushes him. Whiplash takes Maverick up and over with a back drop on the concrete floor! Whiplash staggers
over to a hurting Maverick on wobbly legs and pulls him up. Whiplash rolls Maverick into the ring and starts to climb in when from nowhere Marcus Marion
rushes into camera frame and slams his championship belt into the back of the challenger!

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Marcus doing here?

COREY TAYLOR: He’s the World Champ! He can do whatever he wants!

Marcus shoves a limp and bloody Whiplash into the ring and smirks at Maverick. The World Champ turns and leaves as fans hurl insults and jeer at him. Maverick
slowly drapes an arm across the challengers chest and the referee counts….

One!

Two!

Thr-NO!!!

Whiplash somehow gets his left arm up!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s still in this!

COREY TAYLOR: Thanks to his abnormally thick skull.

Both men struggle to their feet, blood flowing freely from their heads and leaving trails on the mat. Maverick seizes an opportunity and drop toe holds
Whiplash to the mat and sinks in an STF! Whiplash starts to pull himself (and Maverick) to the ring ropes and Maverick quickly switches the STF into a
Crippler Crossface. Whiplash reaches out and his fingers are less than an inch from the ropes! Maverick cranks on the pressure and the arm of Whiplash
drops to the mat. The referee checks on Whiplash, raises his arm and lets it drop to the mat.

MAVERICK: Check him!

screams Maverick as Stone raises the arm of Whiplash and again it drops to the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: One more time and Maverick chalks up another win!

Stone raises the arm of Whiplash, releases it and it almost hits the mat. A mere few inches from hitting Whiplashs arm springs to life! He starts fighting
like crazy to break the crossface but Maverick is having none of it. Whiplash reaches, pulls and scratches himself to the bottom rope! Stone practically
has to peel Maverick off of Whiplash but the hold is broken. Maverick gets into a heated confrontation with the referee and shoves him away! He turns and
pulls Whiplash to his feet and the challenger quickly shoves his head under the chin of Maverick and drops down! Mavericks head snaps back and Whiplash
hits a DDT from nowhere! A crimson masked Whiplash pulls himself up and staggers over to the near turnbuckle and pulls himself up to the top rope. Rebel
Yell from Whiplash! Alan Stone drops for the count!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!!!

Maverick kicks out and Whiplash looks shocked! Whiplash slowly gets up, pulling Maverick with him. A scoop and a slam puts Maverick back on the mat. Whiplash
spots the propped up table in the corner and walks over to it. He takes the table, sets it up and pulls Maverick up. Maverick shoves Whiplash away and
unleashes a flurry of sharp open handed right and left hands across the face of the challenger! Sweat and blood fly off the challengers face and he’s being
pummeled. A spinning back hand drops Whiplash to his knees. Maverick stands over him, blood dripping off of him and onto the challenger. Maverick reaches
down and starts to pull up Whiplash and never sees a beer bottle rolling in to Whiplash. Whiplash smacks the beer bottle across the head of Maverick and
the champion slumps onto the table. The challenger shoves the rest of an unmoving Maverick onto the table and then staggers towards the turnbuckles. He
climbs to the top and hits a second Rebel Yell! Both men smash through the table and Whiplash lays motionless on top of the champion! The referee goes
for the count!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! J.T. Whiplash just won the REBEL Aggression Championship!

The referee calls for the bell and the belt.

COREY TAYLOR: What a horrible way to start a new era in REBEL!

Whiplash rolls off of Maverick and clutches the belt to his chest as Alan checks on him.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL Aggression Champion……J.T.WHIPLASH!!!!

The crowd pops huge as the bloody and battered man, JT Whiplash, gets to his feet. He raises the belt above his head and we see him smiling.

Vindication.

Redemption.

REBEL.

JT motions for a microphone angrily and starts pacing back and forth, breathing heavily while holding his jaw.

ROB MARTINEZ: Fans, we are quickly running out of time. Check Rebel Pro’s website, www.Rebel-Pro.com to check out the live feed overrun!

COREY TAYLOR: Do we get paid overtime?

***Live on Rebel Pro’s Website***

JT stares at the curtain, anger boiling over.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like J.T. Whiplash is not happy about what just transpired tonight!

COREY TAYLOR: Please tell me he’s not gonna go in “Redneck Smash” mode!

J.T. then leans on the ropes and screams at the back.

J.T. WHIPLASH: MARCUS! MARCUS MARION… YA SON OF A BITCH… GET YER DAMN ASS OUT HERE RIGHT (BLEEP)’ NOW!

Still breathing heavily, J.T. continues to bellow to the back.

J.T. WHIPLASH: GET OUT HERE, YA YELLOW-BELLIED SISSIFIED SACK OF SHIT! YA WANNA INSULT ME? YA WANNA INSULT THESE GOOD PEOPLE? Come out here and talk your
shit to MY face! I DARE ya to, boy! I (BLEEP)’ DARE ya to come out here!

J.T. then pauses as he starts to speak again.

J.T. WHIPLASH: Oh wait… I forgot. That would require ya to have the hair on yer peaches to be a man and fight me face-to-face, you sorry mother-fu…
Before he gets another word out, Megavision springs to life. “My Michelle” by GNR plays, again, over the PA system. Marcus Marion, rolling his eyes as
to say “ugh, not again”, stalks out to the crowd. The fans get their hate on. With Nicole Rhodes playing his opposite number, Marion looks at an enraged
in-ring J.T. Whiplash. Marion is afforded a mic, then he enters the ring, keeping a healthy distance between he and the grizzled veteran. The gorgeous
World title strapped around his waist.

MARCUS MARION: Okay. Okay. There’s no need to shout. I heard you the first time. All this hostility…and it’s directed toward me. I wonder…what the
HELL did I do? Before you begin your self-righteous kick about how I robbed the fans of a spirited competition between two world class athletes. Let me
remind you of two things you OBVIOUSLY have forgotten…

Marion walks up to Whiplash, whispering this in his ear.

One, you aren’t that world class. And two, you lucked into a win.

No, but what you WERE going to do, whether I gave you that free head clearer or not, Whiplash, is crash and burn, just like the Hindenburg. And as far
as the fans go, who died and made you the Czar of morality? Bitch, you share a ditch with an eighteen year old one, I suspect, who just might be one of
these idiot’s in the crowd’s little princess.

The comment rubs the crowd the wrong way, of course the booing kicks up. J.T. then takes the microphone back up to his lips and begins to speak again.
J.T. WHIPLASH: Go ahead, son, keep on flappin’ yer gums ’bout how much ya hate these people because the way I see it, this is REBEL Pro ‘Rasslin! Ya can
either love it… or LEAVE IT! And if ya chose to git yer sorry ass outta here, don’t let the door hit ‘cha on yer ass on the way out! But I know one thang
fer damn sure… since yer itchin’ fer a fight with me… how ’bout YOU and ME for that eight pounds of gold ya got hangin’ ’round yer waist there, chump!?
The fans pop big-time hearing this as they fantasize about the possibilities of a Whiplash/Marion title match.

MARCUS MARION: Whiplash, my gut instincts tells me… heh, you are dreaming. Just for further clarification, let me check with a second party…

Marion and Nicole both put their heads together, pretending to ponder whether or not to accept Whiplash’s challenge.

MARCUS MARION: Yeah…hate to break the news to you, turns out my gut instincts and second party are both in agreement. You will NOT be getting anywhere
near this title. I mean, what kind of man would I be if I just LET a man that has already proven his ineptness by barely winning a springboard title, suddenly
skip the line and get a crack at the ONLY World title that matters. Heh, arguing the case for that igloo up north’s “gold” might seem plausible at first
glance. But, however, bear in mind, Whiplash, I haven’t even been to Canada and every man in that company is talking about what that new rich son of a
bitch in North Carolina will do for his company’s new and improved World title…

Marion fakes as if he is about to wipe away a tear.

I mean, it’s all so overwhelming.

J.T. paces back and forth as he starts his retort.

J.T. WHIPLASH: I figured you and the blonde bimbo over there would weasel outta the ass-kickin’ ya so badly deserve…

Nicole Rhodes yells at J.T. who retorts back at her.

J.T. WHIPLASH: HEY! Don’t be mad at me ‘cuz ya married a mental midget! That said though, if I had three dollars and clothes-pin… I MIGHT give ya a try!
Nicole Rhodes starts screaming at Whiplash as Marcus Marion tries to hold his valet/fiancee back.

MARCUS MARION: ENOUGH! Your schoolyard taunts have brought you no nearer to a title shot then it did two minutes ago. The day you and I face off for the
last drumstick, let alone a World title, Whiplash, is the day you finally learn which end to use on a toothbrush. I have bigger fish to fry than some rusted
out old man, begging for a hero’s sendoff into the sunset. Watch your step, Whiplash…

Watch your step.

The fans boo Marion’s cowardice. Marion taunts Whiplash with the World title, then makes his exit out of the ring. Whiplash stares at him coldly the entire
time.

Credits
Marion/Freak Segment-Christian/Brad
Marion/Whiplash segment-Christian/Brody
Cuzin’ Zeke Commercial-Zeke
Casino pre-recorded material-Brion
Vincent Black segment-Kronske
Duncan Segment-Nick
Jacob Venar vs Jackson Smith-Bean
Chad Kurtis vs The Freak-Bean
Jer$ey vs Casino-Kent
Johnny Maverick vs JT Whiplash-Brion