Birthday Bash 2010
4-2-2010
Grady Cole Center-Charlotte, NC
The Grady Cole Center is packed to capacity as the fans settle in for what promises to be one of the best shows of the year.
“I’m A Rebel” hits up and the fans go wild as Larry Gordon walks out from the back carrying four packages, well four cardboard boxes actually. He doesn’t
have a free hand to slap the fans’ outstretched hands, but does give them a grateful nod. Larry steps up the ringsteps and through the ropes into the very
center of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: I’m as excited as everyone else to know what Mr. Gordon is going to announce here tonight, perhaps right now.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, maybe he is going to give me an answer about my raise request.
Jenny Jersey steps her fine self through the ropes, going up to Larry with her live microphone, the lucky jerk. Jenny hands him the mic and positions herself
beside the owner of Rebel Pro. Larry clears his throat as the crowd goes deathly quiet.
LARRY GORDON: So, bet you are all wondering what the big announcement is aren’t you?
He looks around as the crowd explodes, but Jenny looks as eager as everyone else.
LARRY GORDON: Well, let me start off by giving a little surprise to you fans who got here early enough to get front row seats or those of you who can catch
anyways.
Larry opens up the top cardboard box, several goodies are inside, but it appears to be the same thing just in multiple quanities. Larry holds up the item
and it unfolds to reveal the new Chad Kurtis T-shirt that reads “Respect my Past. Fear my Future” on the front and the back reads, “3X World Champion,
4X Carolina’s Champion, 2X World Tag Team Champion, a tradition of excellence”. Larry shows the shirt off to the entire crowd who go wild with “The Show”
mania. Larry reaches into the box and pulls out the “Best of Rebel Pro 2009″ DVD and wraps the shirt around the DVD. He raises his arm, chunking the shirt
out into the crowd. Jenny gets in the spirit launching some shirts until the entire box is empty. Jenny takes the box away, folding it up and Larry opens
the second box.
LARRY GORDON: In this box there is something extremely special and it is something that a team deserves.
He reaches into the box, pulling out a shiny new gold Championship belt, it is the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts, the new ones. The gold is extremely
shiny with the words “Rebel Pro” written like the Confederate Flag and the leather being a very bright white color.
LARRY GORDON: Here we have the new! Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts that will be given to the winner of the Generation Now and Dirty Money Tag Team
Title match later tonight.
The crowd loves the new look of the belt as they take pictures of the shinyness of the belt. Jenny takes the box away as Larry opens the second box and
pulls out another brand new belt. This particular belt is blue leather with “Rebel Pro written like a Confederate Flag and he holds it up for the crowd
to see.
LARRY GORDON: Here we have the New! Rebel Pro World Championship, which as you guessed it will be given to the winner of the Chad Kurtis(huge pop) and
Marcus Marion(deep boos) match later tonight.
The crowd takes photos of this new belt as well and Larry opens the fourth box as Jenny removes the empty one. Gordon pulls out a Red leather belt with
the words “Rebel Pro” written like the Confederate Flag.
LARRY GORDON: Here we have the Aggression title, which will be replacing the Carolinas title after tonight’s match between Johnny Maverick, who is the
current Carolinas Champion, and The Freak.
The crowd loves this, but the old Rebel Pro faithful are a bit skeptical, ok they are a lot skeptical.
LARRY GORDON: Some of you are hesitant, I can tell, but let me explain the change.
The crowd hushes.
LARRY GORDON: See, the new title name has something to do with the big surprise you’ve all been waiting patiently on.
The crowd is now silent, you can hear crickets chirping outside. Larry Gordon smiles, pointing to Megavision.
LARRY GORDON: Do you all like Megavision?
The crowd, without making a sound, seem to urge him to hurry up with the announcement.
LARRY GORDON: Because it will come into play many times.
He smiles as the crowd waits.
LARRY GORDON: I seem to have forgotten, the Rebel Underground Arena will now be known as the Aggression Arena, from this night forward.
LARRY GORDON: because we will be broadcasting from there on Durham TV Channel 8 at 8:00pm, every Friday night, when Rebel Pro goes live on a weekly basis
starting next week!
The crowd roars their approval! The roof may have lifted a few feet from the explosion.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh My God!
COREY TAYLOR: More pay! YES!
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!
Larry Gordon looks around and listens to the crowd as Jenny gives him a big hug, again the lucky jerk.
LARRY GORDON: Happy Birthday Rebel Pro and here’s to another great year!
Gordon steps through the ropes, carrying the new Championship belts with him as the fans do their best to thank him along his journey to the back.
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“Chaos Path” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a mixed reaction is the only female wrestler in Rebel Pro, Lacey Gloria, to a huge cheer. The
men love her curves and the women love the fact she is standing up for women and showing men that she can hang with them. Lacey walks down the aisle, but
chooses to snub the fans; they immediately begin to boo her snobbish attitude.
JENNY JERSEY: From Boston, Massachusetts, she stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds… LACEY GLORIA!
The fans boo as Lacey steps up the steps, looking with disgust at the fans that love hardcore action, then she steps through the ropes.
COREY TAYLOR: She is so hot.
ROB MARTINEZ: She is snobbish and thinks she is better than everyone here.
VINCENT BLACK: Yeah, like Corey said, she is hot.
“I Am The Arsonist” hits up as Jacob Venar walks from the back to a somewhat mixed reaction. The old fans know who he is and cheer for the former Bird
of Prey, but the new fans of Rebel Pro action are waiting on Jacob to prove himself. Jacob walks down the aisle slapping hands.
JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia, Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is JACOB VENAR!
Jacob steps up the steps and through the ropes, staring at Lacey before nodding his head out of respect.
DING DING
Jacob and Lacey are in the center of the ring just circling each other, trying to figure out the best plan of attack. Lacey gets in the first lick executing
a standing dropkick that seemingly caught the artist formerly known as the bird of prey off guard knocking him to his feet. It seems Lacey is out to prove
that girls can play on the men’s level in this spot as she stays on the attack with a couple of elbows before deciding to go high risk as she climbs to
the top rope but she finds nobody home as Jacob rolls out of the way.
COREY TAYLOR: That is why they call them high risk moves.
ROB MARTINEZ: Thanks for that bit of information, Captain Obvious. You really earned your paycheck there.
VINCENT BLACK: I don’t know about you two clowns but I have been impressed with Lacey. I’m not a big fan of the girls wrestling guys but she seems to be
holding her own in this one so far.
Jacob nips up off the mat and tries to take advantage of Lacey’s misfire with a couple of chops followed by a standing dropkick of his own but Lacey telegraphs
the move and counters by spring boarding off the ropes with a clothesline that once again takes Jacob to the mat. But she doesn’t get a chance to take
advantage of her handy work this time as Jacob leg sweeps her off her feet and the two exchange a fury of punches as they get to their feet. Lacey and
Jacob continuing to go back and forth trying to get the momentum. Neither one seeming to be able to get an advantage as they are going punch for punch,
dropkick for dropkick.
COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe we have a girl in their wrestling against a man. What the hell was Gordon thinking?
ROB MARTINEZ: Come on, Corey, I didn’t like the idea at first but Lacey is changing my mind.
VINCENT BLACK: She is actually doing quite well for herself. Aside from maybe Lyndsey Valentine I don’t know many women who could go one-on-one with the
boys and do so good.
Lacey seems to have tired of the fun and comes as she slides out of the ring and comes back with a ring side chair. This is Rebel wrestling after all but
Jacob saw that move coming and dropkicks the chair into Lacey’s head bursting her open. Lacey slides out of the ring to regroup but Jacob wouldn’t have
any of that as he drive out of the ring and executes a cross body block on Lacey causing them both to land hard on the cement floor. The fans are loving
the action as Rebel chants break out and Referee Alan Stone stands at the ring apron helpless thanks to the no countout rules of Rebel.
COREY TAYLOR: It looks like they both might be out, but could we really be that lucky?
ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these wrestlers could be seriously injured can you please pretend to have a heart.
VINCENT BLACK: I believe I see some movement. Wow! This is what Rebel wrestling is all about! Blood and guts!
Jacob is the first to get to his feet and he is hell bent on keeping his momentum going as he attempts to toss Lacey back in the ring but she has other
ideas as she puts up her leg to block the move then catches Jacob with a elbow followed by some kind of daredevil move off the apron turning the tide on
the former Carolina champion. Lacey stays on the attack by ramming Jacobs face into the steel steps not once not twice not three times but four times bursting
open Jacob’s head. She then rolls into the ring and waits and Jacob makes his way back into the ring and she goes for a spear but no! Somehow Jacob manages
to turn it into a scoop slam! Jacob wipes the blood from his eyebrow and begins to climb the ropes feeling that this might be his moment but Lacey is back
on her feet and she cheap shots Jacob off the ropes as he does the old crash and burn. Lacey follows that with a moonsault and goes for a cover and gets
just a two count for her effort. Jacob seems to be dazed and confused right now as Lacey stays on the attack applying a modified sharpshooter on Jacob
trying to ground the high flyer but the move backfires as Jacob reverses. Lacey is trying to reach the ropes but Jacob breaks it on his own as he allows
her to get up setting her up for a standing moonsault followed by a leg drop.
VINCENT BLACK: It looks like Jacob is finally feeling it right now as he has the momentum in his favor.
COREY TAYLOR: Wasn’t you in the ring against Jacob once upon a time.
VINCENT BLACK: Yeah I made quick work of him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah Jacob is not only a former Carolina champion but a former number one contender which makes what Lacey Gloria has done that much more
impressive.
VINCENT BLACK: I agree with that but Lacey isn’t looking for moral victories she is looking for wins.
Jacob stays on the attack going to the ropes once again but this time he connects with a flying elbow before going for the cover but Lacey kicks out at
two. Jacob seems to be getting a little frustrated because of the fact that he can’t put away Gloria but he stays on the attack executing a full nelson
slam on Lacey followed by a spring board clothesline that seems to have knocked Gloria out cold. Jacob seems to be able to smell the end as he climbs the
rope and executes the spread your wings.
VINCENT BLACK: That’s it ring the bell.
ROB MARTINEZ: A successful return for Jacob and maybe a moral victory for Lacey.
COREY TAYLOR: I am just glad it is over, now I can hit the hay.
One…
Two…
Three.
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… JACOB VENAR!
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“Smooth” hits the PA system and the crowd turns hostile as the duo of Chris Casino and KKP make their way down to ringside. Both men are dressed for war
and possibly even more frightening, each man has a live microphone. They climb into the ring and Jenny Jersey beats a hasty retreat. Dirty Money saunter
to the center of the ring and simply watch as the crowd continue to boo and hurl insults at them.
CASINO: As usual, I’d expect nothing but ignorance from this crowd.
The heat is turned up if that’s even possible.
CASINO: For months I’ve tried to save this backwoods promotion. I’ve tried to save you people from having to watch one garbage match after another but
what do I get for my efforts?
KKP: You got shit on!
CASINO: Indeed.
A raucous “Shut the F**K up!” chant starts. KKP turns to Casino and simply shakes his head. Both men laugh.
CASINO: You know, there should be a license you unwashed hillbillies have to obtain before you procreate.
This of course sails over the head of 99% of the crowd and they continue with their chant.
CASINO: Tonight myself and KKP rescue the all but dead tag team division from Aries and his life partner Moreno. Tonight Dirty Money adds yet another championship
to their legacy. Tonight….Dirty Money will save REBEL not for you ungrateful bastards, but for ourselves. Tonight we remake REBEL and the World Tag Team
Championship in our image.
KKP: You know, for months people have made me into some kinda joke. They laughed when I lost. They laughed when people with no f**king talent jumped ahead
of me when it came to title shots. They called me a loser. Tonight I’m going to make everyone eat their words. Tonight I’m going to make people remember
that KKP isn’t a joke, isn’t some jobber or curtain jerker. KKP….Is a CHAMPION!!!
Obviously the crowd thinks otherwise as they try to shout over the irate KKP.
KKP: Be as loud as you want dicks! We’ll shut you all you all up when we win the gold and walk out as champions! Dirty Money is about to run shit around
here!
CASINO: We’re not doing this out of hate. We don’t hate either Aries or Moreno, Hell we don’t even think about them. We’re doing this…Out of love. Love
of the sport, love of this promotion we’ve decided to drag out of the gutter, love of….Wrestling. Boo us, cheer us, just as long as you call us champions
at the end of the end, all will be well.
The music of Rob Thomas and Santana hit the PA and Dirty Money mug for the crowd before they leave the ring dodging empty cups and trash thrown their way.
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“Money To Blow” hits up in the speakers as the crowd jumps to their feet for the team of Jer$ey and Mack, they all remember High Stakes and loved every
single second of it.
JENNY JERSEY: Making their way down to the ring at a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, the team of Jer$ey and Mack… YUNG MULA!
Jer$ey and Mack walk from the back, slapping hands along their way down to the ring before Jer$ey steps through the ropes and Mack steps over the ropes.
ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have had to face another tag team with a mystery partner.
COREY TAYLOR: If they are as good as they claim to be, they can handle it.
VINCENT BLACK: Doubtful.
“The Beverly Hillbillies” TV show theme hits up in the speakers as from the back to a slightly bigger reaction, if that is even possible, is the loveable
Cuzin’ Zeke.
JENNY JERSEY: From Turkey Cross, Kentucky, he stands at six feet six inches and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds, CUZIN’ ZEKE!
Zeke slaps hands as he walks down the aisle, stepping up the steps and into the ring. Zeke looks back, expectantly as he awaits his tag team partner. Zeke
looks over to Yung Mula, shrugging his shoulders before turning back to the curtain.
“Carbomb” hits up in the speakers as the crowd boos, Zeke’s mouth drops open, and Vincent stands up from the announcers’ table. Vincent goes to remove
his headset as Mack turns around to confront the adversary from behind him.
COREY TAYLOR: Go get ‘em big man.
ROB MARTINEZ: All along, you two…
VINCENT BLACK: Keep your shirt on Martinez, it isn’t me.
Vincent sits back down, laughing a bit as another song hits up in the speakers.
“Alcohol” by the Dropkick Murphys hits up and the crowd begins to boo loudly again, they still hate this man. Zeke turns back to the entrance curtain,
but the music dies after about twenty seconds.
ROB MARTINEZ: What is going on here?
COREY TAYLOR: Wardrobe malfunction… I mean Technical difficulties?
“More Human than Human” It’s Rex Caliber! The crowd jumps to their feet after about ten seconds, they don’t want to be tricked again. No one comes from
the back though and they slowly sit back down, Zeke looks confused and Yung Mula look ready to get this match underway. As the lights go out in the arena
except one that backlights the entrance way, the song “The Monster’s Loose” starts and there’s about 57 seconds of just vocalizing and music before the
lyrics start. Zeke and everyone else look confused, not wanting to believe another single entrance having been tricked so many times now. at the start
of the song some of the fans recognize the music and start to cheer. As the song goes on a video clip of Colin Clive (Dr. Frankenstein from the 1931 Frankenstein
movie) with the lines
“It’s Alive, It’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive.”
As a tall man stands in silhouette as the lyrics start and the man, still in silhouette raises his right fist in the air as even more fans realize who
it is. At line “The monster’s loose and now you know the truth” at the minute and a half mark the house lights come up and the backlight goes off to reveal
Matthew Kurtis and Lyndsey, who steps out from behind him, as they head to the ring. The fans go wild as the two make their way to the ring. In the ring
Zeke looks excited to see who is partner is and Young Mula’s reaction is a bit skeptical. Matthew steps into the ring, over the top rope nodding over to
Zeke.
DING DING
All four men meet in the middle of the ring, Jimmy Johnson there as well. All men nod their head and shake hands. Jimmy Johnson leans over to Jenny Jersey,
who immediately gets on the microphone.
JENNY JERSEY: All four men have agreed to contest this match under traditional Tag Team Wrestling rules, each partner must tag into the match.
The crowd is a bit skeptical here, but resigned and just ready for the tag team action.
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it, Matthew is back!
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t wet yourself Martinez.
VINCENT BLACK: Yeah, it is just another Kurtis.
Zeke starts off the match with a collar and elbow lockup with Jer$ey in the center of the ring. Jer$ey quickly going behind into a hammerlock that Zeke
is able to reverse into a hammerlock of his own. Jer$ey stomps down on Zeke’s foot,flipping over to break the hammerlock, he sweeps Zeke’s feet out from
under him and Zeke goes down flat on his back. Jer$ey hits the ropes, running elbow drop to canvas as Zeke manages to roll out of the way. Zeke gets up
as Jer$ey does the same, clothesline takes Jer$ey down on his back. Zeke picks Jer$ey up, fist to the chest and a chop to the throat before he whips him
across the ring. Zeke lowers his head for a charge, but Jer$ey telegraphs the move with a swinging neckbreaker taking Zeke down on the canvas. Jer$ey is
quickly up again, bouncing off the ropes with a baseball slide into the side of Zeke’s head that rolls him onto his front. Jer$ey quickly pulls Zeke up
to a vertical base delivering a stinging chop to Zeke’s chest backing him into the corner with a second and third chop.
ROB MARTINEZ: Jer$ey and Mack know their work is cut out for them now, Jer$ey keeping on the attack here.
COREY TAYLOR: I can’t say that Jer$ey isn’t impressive.
VINCENT BLACK: I can and he isn’t.
Jer$ey mounts the turnbuckle, pounding away with palm strikes to Zeke’s head, but Zeke manages to wrap his arms around Jer$ey’s waist, slamming him out
of the corner to the mat with a spinebuster. Zeke sits back, shoving Jer$ey’s legs off of him, rolling up to his feet. Zeke grabs a wristlock, pulling
Jer$ey up to his feet and dragging him over to their corner, but Zeke looks hesitant about tagging in Matthew.
ROB MARTINEZ: These two have a major history, and a bad one.
COREY TAYLOR: Kill him Matthew!
Matthew nods, but sticks out his hand, Zeke looks to the crowd, but is stopped by a fist into his ribs from Jersey. Zeke pounds a forearm down, tagging
in Matthew who steps over the top rope. Matthew with a boot into Jer$ey’s exposed ribs as Zeke steps through the ropes. Matthew with a forearm to Jer$ey’s
back, then slamming him head first into the turnbuckle. Jer$ey looks a bit wobbly on his feet, but manages to fire a kick into the leg Matthew injured
which caused him to leave. Matthew winces, folding down a bit, but smiles as he throws an elbow into Jer$ey’s face. Matthew lifts Jer$ey up, huge press
slam, but Jer$ey counters up top, grabbing Matthew’s wrist, converting it into a very deep arm drag taking Matthew down onto the canvas. Jer$ey lays there
breathing heavily as Zeke tries to get Matthew back into the match. Jer$ey pulls himself up to his feet, stomping on Matthew’s head as he steps past. Matthew
reaches out, grabbing Jer$ey’s ankle, but he reaches for the tag to Mack… to far away. Matthew pulls himself up, Jer$ey kicks backwards, Matthew rolls
out of the way. Jer$ey falls onto his back, but another kick catches Matthew right in the face, and Jer$ey scoots into his corner, reaching up to tag in
Mack.
ROB MARTINEZ: Tag is made gentlemen.
VINCENT BLACK: And they pay you why?
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, he has a bad habit of stating the obvious.
Matthew is getting up to his feet, against the ropes, but Mack slams a boot into his previously injured knee with force. Matthew goes to fire a right hand,
but Mack ducks under the blow catching him with a high angle bely to back over the shoulder suplex. Matthew’s head and shoulder slam into the canvas as
the ring shakes, but Mack isn’t finished as he rolls back up to his feet. Matthew holds at his head, but tries to roll over. Mack is up, stomping on Matthew’s
leg and knee, trying to weaken the big man and give his team the advantage. Mack holds the ankle, stomping and kicking at the knee and leg, trying to weaken
it severly before Matthew and Zeke manage any type of further offense. Matthew sits up, throwing a fist into Mack’s face that backs him up.
COREY TAYLOR: What a vicious right hand.
VINCENT BLACK: Speaking from experience, it is a weak blow.
ROB MARTINEZ: How can that be weak?
Zeke is slapping the top turnbuckle, but so is Jersey, both giving their partners momentum. Matthew is up, but Mack is already up, Mack throws a huge right.
Matthew ducks under and goes for a kick to the midsection. Mack continues to spin around, catching Matthew’s foot.
ROB MARTINEZ: Dragon Screw legwhip!
Matthew goes down, but quickly shoves up with a shoulder into Mack’s midsection that doubles him over from the waist down.
COREY TAYLOR: Matthew’s leg has to be weak.
Mack falls back and his long arms come into play as he manages to reach out and tag in his partner Jersey, who hops up to the top turnbuckle. Mack rushes
over, slamming a forearm into Zeke’s head knocking him off the apron. Jer$ey flies off the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick right to the leg they’ve
been working on, Matthew falls down to the knee. Jer$ey stands over the kneeling Matthew, who slams a uppercut into his chin rocking him backwards into
the corner. Mack turns around, but Matthew knocks him back with a surprise standing dropkick right into his chest, Mack goes down hard. Matthew gets back
up, slamming his hand on his knee.
“It’s stronger than you think!”
ROB MARTINEZ: Jer$ey receives a backbreaker on the supposedly injured knee of Matthew.
COREY TAYLOR: steroids, that is the answer.
VINCENT BLACK:May be, or the Kurtis Clan is known for their resiliency.
Zeke gets back on the apron, stepping through the ropes, he lays the boots to Mack before Matthew gets him to move out of the way. Matthew climbs to the
top turnbuckle, balancing himself, he leaps with a top rope diving headbutt, landing it squarely on Mack’s forehead. Matthew gets Zeke to step through
the ropes, he tags him into the match. Zeke comes through the ropes, heading straight for Jersey, landing a knee right into his face. Zeke pulls Jer$ey
up, boot to the midsection and a piledriver later, Jer$ey is on the mat, holding at his head. Zeke proceeds to deliver footstomps to Jer$ey’s body before
pulling him back up, whipping him into the corner. Zeke takes a running charge, he slams the top of his head right into Jer$ey’s sternum, knocking the
wind clearly out of him. Jer$ey is holding at his midsection, on his knees and Zeke looks to press his advantage by backing up. Mack slams his fist into
Zeke’s kidneys, Zeke folds up like an accordion, but Mack quickly turns around, spear to Matthew sends him back through the ropes. Zeke is struggling to
get back up, but Mack is there with his forearms into Zeke’s head.
ROB MARTINEZ: When Matthew gets up, he isn’t going to be pleased.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, but he is going to be hurting.
VINCENT BLACK: Could it really be that serious? Come on it is Mack… the weakling.
Mack pulls Zeke back up,he manages to get him up on his shoulder with him in position for a running powerslam that he quickly delivers. Jer$ey flies off
the top rope with a leg drop to Zeke’s throat. But here comes Matthew and he isn’t a happy camper. Clothesline attempt by Matthew blocked by Mack with
a boot to his gut. Mack lifts up, piledriver head first into the canvas. Matthew appears to be down. Jer$ey pulls Matthew back up, pounding him with a
few well placed punches and a couple of forearm shots. Matthew kicks out for a gut shot, but Jer$ey catches the foot as Jimmy Johnson is trying to regain
some semblance of order in this supposed legal tag match. Matthew with an inzeguri knocks Jer$ey’s head loopy and sends him down to the mat on his back.
Matthew quickly delivers a spear of his own to the charging Mack and both men go through the ropes to the outside. Zeke climbs up top, signaling for the
Mudpuddle.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mudpuddle!
COREY TAYLOR: Blah blah blah, he nails it blah blah blah
Zeke hooks the leg as Jimmy Johnson slides into position.
One…
Two…
Three.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Cuzin’ Zeke and the returning Matthew Kurtis!
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~The folowing image flashes up on Megavision~
ROB MARTINEZ: We have something going on backstage.
COREY TAYLOR: Good thing Gordon finally found technology.
VINCENT BLACK: Agreed.
Matthew Kurtis and Lyndsey Valentine are walking back through the curtain, after the successful return of Matthew Kurtis. They turn down a hallway after
Matthew shakes Zeke’s hand and each go their separate way, Matthew and Lyndsey are walking down a hallway of the Grady Cole Center after his match with
Cuzin Zeke versus Yung Mula. Matt is flush with excitement after his triumphant return to REBEL Pro and is talking to Lyndsey as an arm reaches out to
grab him and turn him around. The arm is revealed to belong to the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion and Matt’s younger brother “The Show” Chad Kurtis…
CHAD (Poking Matt in the chest with two fingers and staring him in the eye): I want to talk to you, “Mr. Bluegrass BadAss” so you’d better just stop right
here!
MATTHEW (looking down at his brother and putting a finger in his face): Look here “Champ” don’t get all high and mighty with or I’ll beat you down right
here and now brothers or not!
CHAD (Lays the REBEL World title on a nearby table): If that’s the way you want it, Matt let’s do this!
MATTHEW: Fine by me let’s go “Champ” !
The two brothers stand chest to chest and look ready to come to blows as Lyndsey pushes her way between them…
LYNDSEY: Whoa! Hang on a minute boys put the egos and mouths in park before you both do something neither one really wants to do. Hell you guys are the
original Bluegrass Mafia but you’re acting like a couple of Bluegrass Assholes. While this testosterone driven displayed of alpha male posturing by you
guys ain’t appreciated maybe you should talk for a minute before you guys knock a few leaves off the family tree.
The two brothers glare at each other for a long moment and then look at it Lyndsey and then nod it each other. Matt makes an “after you” gesture to Chad…
CHAD: As I was saying, Matt, I want to know why you didn’t tell me you were Zeke’s mystery partner tonight? I know you weren’t afraid I would tell Mack
and Jer$ey that you were the mystery man. It’s like our BGM t-shirts say “Blood is Thicker”.
MATTHEW: I know that Chad. It’s like I said all the cloak and dagger was Gordon’s idea and once he got this idea he ran with it and didn’t want me telling
anyone. Even that wouldn’t have stopped me but I didn’t want to divide your loyalties, because even though I know you wouldn’t have spilled the beans you
also wouldn’t have liked to have kept a secret from your running buddies. So that’s all there is to that.
CHAD: That makes sense. Sorry for the attitude.
MATTHEW: It’s cool, Hell I don’t blame you I would have probably been pissed if the roles were reversed. Now you just go out there and kick ass and bring
the title back home.
CHAD: That’s my plan. By the way it’s good to see you back.
MATTHEW: It’s good to be back and good luck and don‘t worry about anyone ambushing you tonight I got your back.
The two brothers share a bro-hug and part ways for now.
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ROB MARTINEZ: This next match should be a good one. It features one competitor trying to make a name for himself outside the tag team scene, and the other
who shocked Rebel Pro at High Stakes with a defeat of a confident champion.
COREY TAYLOR: Meh. He got lucky. He’s just lucky he’s not facing Casino again tonight. You and I both know what the result of that one would be.
ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe, maybe not. Jimmy Johnson is in the ring, as is Jenny Jersey, so let’s send it down to her.
JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship!!
The crowd gives the announcement a nice pop, as “The Oddities” by ICP blares over the PA system, the crowd kind of mixed, though leaning more on the boos
for the challenger. The Freak emerges from the back, looking from side to side with a sinister smile plastered on his face.
JENNY JERSEY: Representing The Freak Show, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, he is THE FREAK!!
The Freak raises his arms, letting the boos cascade down upon him. He looks very devilish tonight in all his red attire and red facepaint.
ROB MARTINEZ: Look at the sick, sinister face of The Freak! He’s got evil intentions on his mind tonight.
COREY TAYLOR: So what Martinez? We could be looking at the face of the new Aggression champ, and I for one think that would be a huge upgrade from the
disgrace we have now. Sure, The Freak is no Casino, but he’s got more experience, and dare I say, much more of a fanbase. Just listen to those cheers Rob!
ROB MARTINEZ: Are you listening to the same crowd? They hate this man!
VINCENT BLACK: I tend to agree, like him or not, The Freak is hell’s fury in that ring.
The Freak scales a turnbuckle and looks out onto the crowd, motioning around his waist where he feels the title belt will soon be. He jumps off the buckle
and leans up against the corner as his music dies down. “Lead Into Demise” blares over the PA system, causing the crowd to almost come unglued for the
new champion. Maverick comes out from the back, a smirk on his face as he points down to his Carolinas Title. He begins his walk down the aisle, a proud
champion.
JENNY JERSEY: From Washington DC, weighing in at 225lbs, he is the current Rebel Pro Carolinas Champion, JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now that’s what cheering sounds like Corey. Whether its what he brings to the ring or the fact he made Chris Casino tap, the fans have embraced
Maverick like never before.
VINCENT BLACK: So what? Just because an audience of people who can’t read past 4th grade and enjoy eating among other things, fried pig guts loves you
doesn’t make you a god around here. I’m telling you Rob, as long as Chris Casino is on this roster, Maverick’s days as champ are numbered.
ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe so, but Maverick showed everyone, including you, that he can not only hang with Chris Casino, he can beat him.
Maverick slides into the ring and removes his belt, holding it high in the air for everyone to see. He even holds it up right in front of The Freak, who
gives him a sour look as the ref Jimmy Johnson tries to push Maverick away from his opponent. Maverick’s music dies down as he hands his belt to Johnson,
who then shows it to Johnny, then The Freak, and finally the crowd in attendance before signaling for the bell to begin the match.
ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go fans, Aggression Title on the line!
The two combatants circle one another, The Freak lunging in first, probably the quicker of the two men, as Maverick dodges it. Maverick motions to The
Freak as the two lock up in the center of the ring. Maverick, the larger of the two, pushes The Freak back into a corner. Referee Jimmy Johnson goes between
them to break things up, which ends with The Freak slapping Maverick hard across the face!
COREY TAYLOR: Haha! Taste that champ!
Maverick rubs his face and goes to charge, but The Freak dodges, then hits Maverick with some swift kicks to the midsection, followed by some punches,
reeling the champ a bit. The Freak cinches in for a suplex, but Maverick blocks it, lifting his opponent up in a suplex of his own, dropping him face first
onto the canvas. The Freak quickly rolls to the outside to buy some time and immediately finds himself jaw jacking with some rowdy ringside fans. The challenger
turns his attention back to the ring just in time to catch a baseball slide into the chest that sends him crashing back first into the guard rails. Maverick
rolls to the outside and sends The Freak into the laps of the front row with a stiff looking (and sounding) clothesline. As the crowd surge out of the
way, Maverick climbs over the guard rail and The Freak manages to toss a beverage into his face blinding him. Maverick clutches at his face and instead
of soda or beer, the liquid splashed onto his face is….
COREY TAYLOR: Oh sick you nasty hillbillies! That cup was filled with the spit from some guys chewing tobacco!
VINCENT BLACK: Sounds like soemthing Bubba J would do.
Indeed it is and it’s contents are burning the eyes of the champion. This allows The Freak to fold up a chair, measure his target and crack the champion
across the skull with a sickening thud! Maverick staggers back against the guard rail and The Freak sets the chair up in front of him. Security backs the
crowd away and The Freak takes a running start at the champion, leaps off the chair (ala Sabu) and catches Maverick with a flying cross body that takes
both men up and over the railing and down to the concrete floor. Maverick is still trying to clear his eyes as The Freak slithers over to the ring apron,
flips it back and pulls out a kendo stick. Maverick uses the guard rail to pull himself up and The Freak takes a swing that would make Babe Ruth proud.
The champ ducks it and the challengers momentum swings him around wildly.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Champ looks like he was playing possum!
COREY TAYLOR: An animal I’m sure most of this crowd has eaten at one time or another.
VINCENT BLACK: Not at Hardcore Drinking they haven’t.
A kick to the gut doubles over The Freak. Maverick wrenches away the kendo stick and snaps it across the back of the challenger. The Freak howls in pain
and tries to back away but takes another wicked shot across the back for his trouble. The Freak starts to climb up onto the ring apron when the kendo stick
cracks against his calf and he drops to the floor begging off. Maverick tosses the kendo stick away, pulls The Freak up and hooks him for a suplex. Maverick
hoists his man up but instead of taking him over he crotches him on the guard rail! The male population of the crowd groan as The Freak sits on the guard
rail in obvious pain. Maverick pulls The Freak off the guard rail and rolls him back into the ring following in close behind him. Now that both men are
inside, Maverick casually walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and starts to pull away at the padding. The Freak is slowly getting up and Maverick takes
a moment to plant a boot to the side of his head. Maverick returns to the turnbuckle and rips away the last of the protection leaving only the unforgiving
metal in his wake.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on! Maverick has to resort to these kind of desperate measures to win? Come on Freak!
Maverick pulls Freak up and leads him over to the turnbuckle. Maverick goes to ram his opponents head into the metal post but The Freak blocks it and drives
an elbow into the ribs of the champion. Another elbow causes Maverick to release his grip on the challenger who turns around and drives a knee into the
lower ribs of the Carolinas Champion. The Freak drops Maverick with a short arm clothesline and stands over the dazed Champion for a moment before hitting
the ropes and squashing him with rolling thunder! Instead of going for a pin, The Freak rolls to the outside, pulls back the ring apron and drags out a
trash can filled with plunder. The crowd gives an enthusiastic cheer as The Freak shoves the trash can into the ring and climbs in behind it. Maverick
is getting to his feet but A swift kick to the back of the head drops him to his hands and knees. The Freak picks up the trash can and dumps it’s malicious
contents much to the crowds approval.
ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like….
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t even say it!
ROB MARTINEZ: What?
VINCENT BLACK: It looks a bit burnt, is that your wife’s handywork Rob?
The first item The Freak chooses is a metal cookie sheet. A cookie sheet that is quickly smacked across the back of Mavericks shoulders! The Freak stands
over Maverick and drives the cookie sheet down across the body of maverick again and again like a kind of demonic Martha Stewert. The Freak tosses the
mangled and badly warped cookie sheet into the crowd and it’s quickly snatched by the rabid fans (who no doubt will place it on EBay ASAP.) The Freak heads
back to his pile of plunder and grins as he produces a staple gun. The crowd roar their approval as the challenger stalks towards his prey. The Freak grabs
a handful of Mavericks hair but the Champ grabs a handful of something as well. Again the male portion of the crowd cringe while The Freak simply screams
in pain as his ‘man jewels’ are in a vice grip of the Champion. Maverick knocks the staple gun out of the challengers hand, releases his testicle claw
and doubles over The Freak. Maverick looks behind him, spots the exposed turnbuckle and double underhooks the arms of The Freak.
COREY TAYLOR: Oh No….
One Oops I Broke Him suplex into the exposed turnbuckle later and it’s Maverick who is standing tall over a dazed and hurting Freak. Maverick wastes no
time in picking up the staple gun and dragging The Freak out of the corner. Chunk! A staple into the forehead sends the challenger flopping on the mat
like a fish out of water. Chunk! Another one goes into the right arm of The Freak! Chunk! This one finds a home in the thigh of the challenger! Chunk!
The crowd laughs at this one, as a staple as just pierced the flesh of The Freaks ass cheek! Chunk! Now the left thigh has a staple to match the right.
Chunk! Ditto for the left arm. Chunk! Another staple into the now bleeding forehead of the Freak. Chunk! Straight into the chest. Maverick stands over
the challenger and raises the staple gun over his head to a deafening ovation.
VINCENT BLACK: Aaaaaaaaaand Maverick has gone crazy.
Maverick tosses away the staple gun and incredibly goes for a cover! A quick kick out at two shows Maverick that there is plenty of fight left in the challenger.
Maverick saunters over to the pile of weapons and picks up a cheese grater. The Freak is simultaneously pulling himself up and pulling staples out of him
as Maverick approaches. The Freak quickly drops to the mat and rolls to the outside much to the dislike of the crowd. Maverick is quick to follow but catches
a stinging back kick into the ribs as soon as his feet touch the floor. The Freak grabs Maverick and whips him hard shoulder first into the ringsteps.
Without missing a beat The Freak reaches over the guard rail, grabs a chair from an obliging fan and sits it up. Maverick is getting back to his feet as
The Freak quickly sits up the chair and uses it to springboard himself into the champion with a flying leg lariat. The Freak walks back to his chair, picks
it up and quickly folds it shut just as Maverick wills himself back to his feet. The Freak cracks the chair off of the cranium of Maverick and he drops
back down to the concrete, blood now spilling from a cut on his head.
COREY TAYLOR: What did I tell ya! Next Aggression Champ right here baby!
The Freak drives the edge of the chair into the ribs of Maverick and then simply turns away from the champion. Freak drops the chair on the floor and drops
to his knees so that he can pull a table out from under the ring. The crowd goes nuts and an immediate ‘We Want Tables’ chant storms through the building.
The Freak props one end of the table on the ring apron while the other is propped up on the guard rail. The Freak turns around and is nearly decapitated
by a running boot from Maverick! The force of the kick, along with a little help from Maverick and Freak finds himself laying prone on the wooden table
he himself just set up. Maverick turns to the crowd and yells, ‘THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!’ They return the war cry and the walls rattle. Maverick smile sat them,
then promptly tells them to f**k off. Maverick climbs up onto the ring apron and then continues his climb as he scales to the top turnbuckle. After flipping
the bird to both his foe and the crowd Maverick takes flight! He seems to hang in mid air for a moment before smashing though both Freak and the table
sending both men and a smashed to hell table down to the floor. A hearty ‘Holy Shit!’ chant breaks out.
VINCENT BLACK: Maverick will do anything to retain this title! Including killing himself and his opponent it seems!
COREY TAYLOR: Is Freak okay? I can’t see from here.
ROB MARTINEZ: It seems like forever, is anyone moving?
After what seems like forever (but is probably no more than a minute) the bodies under the wooden wreckage start to move. Maverick shoves part of a table
off of him and drags an unconscious looking Freak to his feet. Maverick rolls in a bloody Freak and slides in after him covering him for the pin.
One!
Two!
Thr-No!!
Freak places a foot on the bottom rope saving himself! Maverick wipes blood from his eyes and drags Freak upright. He places him in a corner and leaves
him sagging there as the champion rolls to the outside. ‘You Ain’t Seen Anything Yet!’ He screams as he pulls a contraption built for pain out from under
the ring. It’s a row of light tubs all placed side by side on a board of several 2×4′s. Maverick carefully slides the light tube wall into the ring and
then shows us that their is a cable attached to the device. He plugs the cable into an extension cord under the ring and the fluorescent light tube wall
sputters to life! Maverick slides into the ring and props the light tube wall up in a corner and then advances on the still dazed looking Freak. Taking
a page from Maverick, The Freak lashes out with a stiff kick to the ribs doubling him over! Without warning Maverick is being hit with punches, kicks and
strikes thanks to The Freaks ‘Rush!’ Maverick drops to all fours but the challenger quickly pulls him to his feet. The Freak goes to whip Maverick into
the light tube wall.
VINCENT BLACK: It’s reversed!
COREY TAYLOR: Reversed again!
ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick smashes through the light tube wall and glass fragments explode everywhere!
COREY TAYLOR: Maverick just got lit up!
The Freak smiles through a crimson mask at a slumped over maverick who is covered in tiny shards of glass and dust. He’s gotten dozens of small nicks and
cuts thanks to the glass, not that Freak cares. Instead, The Freak heads to the last of the plunder pile and picks up a burlap bag. He quickly unlaces
it and pours out hundreds of thumbtacks in the center of the ring! A ‘This Is REBEL’ chant echoes off the walls as The Freak staggers over to the Champion
and pulls him to his feet. A scoop and a slam and Maverick now has a back covered in sharp shin shredding thumbtacks! Instead of a cover, The Freak heads
towards the near turnbuckle. He pulls himself to the top, takes a moment to clear his eyes of blood and goes for a beautiful looking shooting star press!
At the last possible second Maverick rolls out of the way and The Freak hits nothing but canvas….and hundreds of thumbtacks!
COREY TAYLOR: Oh no Freak! It’s okay buddy! Walk it off!
The Freak raises up on his knees and the crowd groan at the sight of his upper body covered in tiny thumbtacks. Then like a pibull Maverick is on him and
forces him back down into the thumbtacks as he hooks in his ‘Perfect Armbar!’ The crowd roars as The Freak tries to get to the ropes! The referee is checking
as both men squirm in the pile of tacks opening up even more punctures. maverick seems to sink the hold in even deeper if that’s humanly possible and The
Freak taps!
COREY TAYLOR: What!? No!
ROB MARTINEZ: Just like he did with Casino, Maverick makes yet another opponent tap to that armbar! What a match!
It’s only after the bell has been rung and that the referee has to pry Maverick off of Freak does he release his submission hold.
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and the first REBEL Aggression CHAMPION……….JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!!!!!!!!
The referee hands the new Aggression title to Maverick who snatches it away from him. Maverick casts a malicious gaze down at The Freak before climbing
out of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: He’s cut up, bleeding and hurting but Maverick makes quite the statement here tonight. His win was no fluke!
COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffffft, I guess.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship!
“Smooth” by Rob Thomas & Carlos Santana cues up as Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul make their way towards the ring to a loud chorus of boos.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first the challengers, at a total combined weight of four-hundred sixty pounds, the team of Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul,
Dirty Money!
“Smooth” cuts off and is replaced by Breaking Benjamin’s “Shallow Bay” and the boos turn to cheering as Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno walk out from behind
the curtain.
JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the defending REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of four-hundred fifty pounds, Justin Moreno, Duncan
Aries, they are GENERATION NOW!
ROB MARTINEZ: Casino and Paul look extremely cocky tonight.
VINCENT BLACK: You call it cocky, I call it confidence.
COREY TAYLOR: I tend to agree with Vincent.
Both teams are in the ring now as Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Moreno goes right after KKP with a solid right hand; KKP answers back with a right of his own. Right fist after right fist as these two go shot for shot
with neither one of them giving an inch. Casino and Aries lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Aries whips Casino into the corner and follows with a
stiff lariat; NO Casino counters with an elbow to the charging Duncan Aries. On the other side of the ring Moreno has gained the upper-hand and connects
with a series of hard hitting suplexes. Justin hauls KKP up and connects with a sick sounding enziguri. KKP falls hard and rolls to the outside of the
ring. Moreno hits the ropes and nails a picture perfect Corkscrew Plancha on the outside. At the other end Chris Casino seems to be doing little better
than his partner as Aries connects with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Aries is waiting for Casino to get up; Casino gets to his feet just in time to be on the wrong
end of The Car Wreck. Moreno picks Casino up, Generation Now sets up for a double suplex; NO, KKP with a chair shot to Duncan from behind, followed with
a chair to Justin! KKP brings the chair down against Duncan again, and another one to Moreno. Casino is now back on his feet and is heading for the top
rope as Paul keeps both opponents down with chair shot after chair shot. Krusty throws the chair aside and scoops up Justin with a body slam. Casino leaps
with a flying elbow drop and connects square across the torso of Moreno. Krusty throws Aries to the outside as Casino makes the cover on Justin.
One…
Two…
ThrNO… Kick out by Moreno.
COREY TAYLOR: Slow count!
ROB MARTINEZ: He is one of the most respected referees in the business.
VINCENT BLACK: Doesn’t mean he knows how to count properly though.
Krusty follows Aries to the outside as Casino picks Moreno up; Chris with a knee-breaker to Justin. Another one. And one more for good measure. Back on
the outside Krusty whips Aries into the ring post. No, it’s reversed by Duncan and Paulie goes head first into the steel structure. Krusty staggers back,
and Aries hits a running axe kick across the back of KKP’s neck. Aries rolls KKP back into the ring. Aries whips KKP into the corner, no reversed by Paul.
Aries lands hard in the turnbuckle and Paul follows through with a clothesline. Paul puts Duncan into the tree of woe and we all know what that means;
CRACK ROCK STEADY! KKP has it cinched in and “The Spade” screams out in pain. Casino rolls out of the ring leaving Moreno in a heap on the mat. Chris is
looking under the ring and pulls out a lead pipe. Casino walks up to KKP and Aries; THWACK! Lead pipe to the ribs of Duncan Aries! Another shot with the
pipe. Thwack, Casino winds up for another… NO, Justin Moreno out of nowhere dives through the rope with a plancha taking out both opponents! Moreno to
is feet and grabs the lead pipe. Casino with a super kick to Moreno! No ducked by “The Surf City Show Stealer”! Justin lays Casino out with the lead pipe!
KKP gets to his feet only to feel the pipe across his skull!
VINCENT BLACK: Those pipe shots can feel good to the weakling known as Duncan Aries.
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, it could at the very least bruise his precious ribs.
ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent, Duncan claims that he carried your team.
VINCENT BLACK: Unfounded allegations Rob and you’d do well to remember that.
Aries is back on his feet and rolls to the outside to grab a chair. Back in the ring he goes, dragging KKP behind him. Duncan drops the chair on the mat
and lands a toe kick to Krusty’s gut. DDT to the steel chair! And a cover.
One…
Two…
Three..NO! KKP rolls his shoulder up at the last possible second!
COREY TAYLOR: From a slow count to an extremely fast one.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh will you shut your mouth.
COREY TAYLOR: Exactly what I said to your wife when she was on her…
ROB MARTINEZ: I’ll kill you!
VINCENT BLACK: Boys, call the match…(in a whisper) get him Corey.
Moreno continues to pepper Casino with slam after suplex after slam on the outside. Justin walks over to the time keepers table and grabs a couple more
chairs and tosses them into the ring. Justin then picks up Chris and rolls him into the ring. Moreno slides back into the ring and heads to the top rope
and waits. Casino slowly gets to his feet and turns to face Moreno. FLYING FRANKENSTEINER off the top rope! Aries sets up a chair between the second and
top ropes in the corner; Moreno does the same in the opposite corner then sets a chair up by the ropes.
VINCENT BLACK: This isn’t going to be good.
COREY TAYLOR: Nope.
Aries with Casino; Justin with KKP, They each whip their man into one of the turnbuckles with the chairs! WHAM! Both KKP and Casino hit hard and stumble
towards the center of the ring. Moreno hit’s the ropes, launches himself off the third chair and connects with a Double Blockbuster! Aries makes a cover
on Casino.
VINCENT BLACK: Fellows, that’s my cue.
ROB MARTINEZ: Do what?
COREY TAYLOR: Where is he going?
One…
Two…
WHAT?!! Vincent Black pulls Aries off Casino and to the outside! Spinebuster to Aries! Black pulls Aries up and A NEW HOPE ON TO THE STAIRS! Moreno Leaps
over the ropes for Black but Vincent gets out of the way just in time and Moreno hit’s the guard rail. Black grabs Aries by the hair.
VINCENT BLACK: “I’ll be back to finish you off!”
Vincent spits in his face. KKP and Casino are back on their feet and survey the damage that their unexpected help provided. They look at each other and
smile before heading to the out side to mop up what’s left of the champs. Casino goes under the ring as KKP delivers a bottle opener to Moreno on the outside.
Casino pulls out a table that’s been pre-wrapped with barbed wire. KKP hits Aries with a Piledriver as Casino sets up the table.
ROB MARTINEZ: No, not like this.
COREY TAYLOR: Yes! Yes! Just like this!
KKP rolls Duncan onto the table, Casino drives a chair repeated into Moreno’s leg and puts him on top of Aries. Casino to the top rope… FROG SPLASH on
both of them through the barbed wire table! KKP rolls Aries into the ring. Casino tosses Moreno in. KRUSTY BOMB to Aries, BANKRUPT on Moreno. They both
cover. Jimmy Johnson makes the count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Ding, ding, ding.
JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, AND NEW REBEL PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, DIRTY MONEY!
“Smooth” hit’s the speakers as Jimmy Johnson hands Chris Casino and KKP the belts. “Smooth” abruptly gets replaced by Young Money’s “Bed Rock” as Yung
Mula’s Jer$ey and Mack stand at the entrance way, slowly clapping with smirks on their faces. Mack makes the “belt” motion around his waist, Bbut Casino
motions for both of them to come on down. But turn and walk back to the lockers instead with smiles on their faces..
CASINO: What is it Jer$ey? Scared? Why don’t you come and face me next week on the first episode of Aggression? You win…
Casino smirks.
CASINO: Then you and that big oaf… get a tag Team title shot. You lose well…
Casino shrugs while smirking.
CASINO: Then you don’t get another shot as long as Dirty Money are champs.
Paul takes the mic.
KKP: And that will be like my d*bleep*k, very long!
Paul drops the mic as they put the belts over their left shoulders.
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JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
“My Michelle” cues up.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS
MARION!
Marion emerges from the curtain, looking out at the hundreds of booing fans. He walks slowly and confidently before rolling into the ring and stretching
against the ropes.
Kid Rock cues up.
MEGA POP!
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in at—
ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to this CROWD! We can’t even hear Jenny Jersey!
COREY TAYLOR: So long as we can still see her, all is good with the world.
JENNY JERSEY: –the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE SHOW’ CHAD KURTIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t hear myself think!
COREY TAYLOR: The mouse on the wheel inside your head must be a Chad Kurtis fan too.
Kurtis, World Title on his shoulder, strolls down to the ring, slapping the hands of every fan along the way. He drops the belt at the timekeeper’s table
before rolling into the ring. He goes to his corner and stretches, his eyes locked on his opponent.
DING DING
The competitors for the championship of the world lock-up mid-ring. Marion pushes Kurtis into the ropes. Kurtis pushes back into the opposite ropes, release.
Chop! Chop! Irish whip, reversed! Kurtis off of the ropes, Marion ducks his head, Kurtis somersaults on his back, grabbing his underarms and applying a
crucifix!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Kurtis back to his feet as Marion stands. Slap! Chop! Chop! Kurtis whips him into the corner, Marion hits it. Kurtis whips him across the ring, Marion
reverses, sending Kurtis into turnbuckle front first. Kurtis stumbles back, roll-up from behind!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Marion quickly applies headscissors to Kurtis, clenching his throat. Kurtis attempts to get out to no avail. Marion sprawls and applies a side headlock.
As he wrenches it, Kurtis slowly gets to his feet. Kurtis with a back suplex—no! Marion flips backwards. Marion with a short-arm clothesline, ducked by
Kurtis! Kurtis reverses it into a hammerlock, twisting his arm. But Marion snapmares him over. Marion runs off of the ropes, Kurtis stays low, Marion hops
over him. Kurtis stands… hits Marion with an arm-drag takedown! Marion to his feet… another arm-drag takedown! He pulls Marion up. Armringer! He holds
onto his arm and with his other: knife edge chop! Another! Another! Marion reverses into an armringer of his own. He twists it around once, twice… Kurtis
cartwheels and flips Marion onto his back!
ROB MARTINEZ: If we were scoring this contest, up until that move right there, it was a dead heat!
COREY TAYLOR: Really? I always keep a tally here and right now I have Marion winning by a landslide.
Kurtis holds onto his arm and wraps his legs around it, applying a serious armbar. But before he can really cinch it in, Marion finds his eyeball with
his two longest fingers. Kurtis releases the hold, his hands on his face. Marion rises quickly, off of the ropes… dropkick to Kurtis’ face!
COREY TAYLOR: Let the Revolution commence!
Marion plants a foot on the back of Kurtis’ knee. Knee stomp! Another! A third! He switches legs. Kurtis tries to get up to no avail. Three more knee stomps!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis’ knee problems are well-documented. Marion is taking advantage!
COREY TAYLOR: It’s a dog eat dog world! And Marcus Marion likes his meat!
ROB MARTINEZ: …
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we’ll edit that out for the DVD.
Marion places both feet on the back of Kurtis’ knees. And he pulls up on his arms. Kurtis cries out in pain, his legs and arms stretching like a guillotine.
Marion pulls back, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Somehow, Kurtis is able to get one knee up. He slowly pushes up, releasing his second leg. Kurtis
grabs Marion’s hands and spins around, forcing Marion to twist around… neckbreaker! But both men quickly get to their feet, Marion dropkicks Kurtis’ knee,
sending him to the ground, stopping only then to grab his neck from the previous move.
ROB MARTINEZ: Amazing action these opening minutes!
COREY TAYLOR: Not one steel chair? Not one table? What is this? NAPooW?
ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t sell REBEL short! We’ve always been home to technical masters!
Marion grabs his right leg, bends it and drops a knee into it, before applying a vicious kneelock. Kurtis hollers and tries to attack Marion with his arms
but with little success. Finally, Kurtis is able to get his free leg past Marion’s head and then at the side of his skull with a swift kick. Marion falls
to the side, clutching his face as Kurtis gets to his feet. Marion stands just in time to be chopped once, twice, three times! Roaring elbow! A second
one! Marion falls against the turnbuckle. Kurtis runs back to the opposite corner and charges in with a flying knee aimed for Marion’s head, but Marion
ducks out of the way just in time and Kurtis hits it full-on!
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, good work, Chad. Use your injured knee to attack someone when that someone happens to be one of the fastest ring generals since Michael
Massacre. We may have a talented world champion, but he is about as intelligent as that toothless hick behind me.
ROB MARTINEZ: One, Chad Kurtis has always been a daredevil. And two, that toothless hick pays your salary!
COREY TAYLOR: No need to name call. Maybe his teeth are just really small.
Kurtis immediately falls to the ground, holding his clutched knee. Marion smiles and raises his arms high into the air, drawing the ire of the fans. He
goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He rolls back into the ring and immediately brings the chair down on Kurtis’ wounded knee! Kurtis grabs it
and cries out on pain!
COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bullshit! REBEL Pro!
He charges again but Kurtis rolls forward… drop toe hold! Marion falls, the chair sandwiched between the ring and his skull as he crashes down. Kurtis
rolls to the ropes and attempts to pull himself up, holding his knee, clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion rises. He calls out the champion’s name before
planting a STIFF kick to his face! Kurtis falls near the turnbuckle. Marion goes to the outside and reaches back in, grabbing Kurtis’ ankles. Figure-four
around the ringpost!
ROB MARTINEZ: There will come a point when Chad Kurtis will have to decide if he really wants to keep that strap if it means his career is over!
Kurtis is screaming, refusing to tap out, but clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion nods his head, blood trickling down his forehead from the drop toe
hold, applying as much pressure as possible. Kurtis grabs onto the bottom-rope, attempting to use the leverage to escape but to no avail. The fans are
chanting his name, but there is little he can do!
COREY TAYLOR: Marcus Marion is the fastest-rising star we’ve seen since Derrick Steele!
ROB MARTINEZ: I cannot argue with you there.
Kurtis manages to swing himself outside of the ring, pulling Marion up into the ringpost, where his groin hits it hard! Marion rolls back onto the cement,
grabbing himself, screaming. Kurtis hops onto one knee and catches Marion as he rises. STARMAKER! ON THE OUTSIDE! He takes a moment to examine his injured
knee, then rolls him in. COVER!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis! Chad Kurtis! Never count that man out!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Kurtis gets to his feet, limping around the ring, slapping his chest, pumping the excited fans up. He climbs the turnbuckle with some difficulty… SHOOTING
STAR PRESS! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Kurtis shakes his head in disbelief but doesn’t waste a moment bringing Marion to his feet. He pushes him into the corner then whips him across the ring.
He runs in but Marion gets a foot up! Kurtis staggers back, Marion runs in with a clothesline. Ducked by Kurtis! Superkick from the world champ! Marion
falls to his knees. Kurtis off of the ropes, running knee strike to Marion’s head! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Kurtis now going up top again. Again favoring his foot, but he ignores the pain and climbs slowly. But Marion gets to his feet. And he dropkicks the turnbuckle,
shaking it and forcing Kurtis to land spread eagle! Kurtis cries out in pain as Marion climbs up… SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX!
COREY TAYLOR: Never count Marcus Marion out!
Crawling cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Marion picks up the steel chair, visibly frustrated. He jams it into the knee—NO! Kurtis rolls out of the way and manages to get to the outside. Marion
drops the chair. Baseball slide dropkick to Kurtis… who moves out of the way! Fists of fury from both men! Marion with a kick to the gut. Irish whip… reversed!
Marion hits the guard rail! Kurtis runs in, Marion ducks his head. Kurtis runs up his back, SHOWTIME OFF OF THE GUARD RAIL TO THE CEMENT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Kurtis slowly gets to his feet, drawing amazing cheers from the fans. He rolls Marion into the ring and follows him in. Kurtis forced to take his time,
trying not to injure his knee any more than necessary. Kurtis grabs Marion for the CK FINALE! But Marion spins around and lifts Kurtis up with his neck…
HUGE SPINEBUSTER SLAM!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion clearly prepared for Chad Kurtis’ entire moveset!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s why they call him revolutionary!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s just what he calls himself…
Both men on the mat, trying to regain their composure. Marion wipes the blood from his eyes and tries to shake off the effects of the Showtime. Kurtis
tries to get the wind that was knocked out of him back in. Marion rises first. And goes up the turnbuckle as Kurtis stands and turns around… flying clothesline!
Marion picks up Kurtis… he’s going for the REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! Kurtis gets Marion up in the air with his NECK! RUNNING SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis one-ups his challenger! Amazing action here tonight!
CHAD KURTIS: That’s right! I did!
Marion rolling around, clutching his back as Kurtis limps around, soaking up massive cheers. Kurtis with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
KICKOUT!
Kurtis grabs Marion’s head. He’s bringing him up top!
Kurtis fails to get Marion into a CK FINALE 2.0 position. Marion and Kurtis exchange blows! Neither able to get the advantage. Finally, Marion locks Kurtis
for a DDT. But Kurtis elbows out of it! Kurtis with a knee to the gut and he locks in a DDT of his own! But Marion elbows out of it! They exchange vicious
headbutts, Marion’s blood spreading to Kurtis’ forehead! Kurtis with a knee to the gut… DDT! NO! MARION HOOKS KURTIS ON HIS WAY DOWN! BOTH MEN DDT’D TO
THE OUTSIDE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
ROB MARTINEZ: NO! NO! This match can’t end like that! NO! NO!
COREY TAYLOR: MARION, GET UP! ROLL HIM IN AND PIN HIM!
The referee checks both men, wondering if the match can go on. Neither competitor stirs. Each bleeding from gashes on their foreheads.
ROB MARTINEZ: You know what, I take back what I said before. If it means these men can continue their careers, I say call the match now.
Slowly, both men get to their feet. Massive applause from the audience.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: These men are MONSTERS!
COREY TAYLOR: Look, I know I am a sarcastic ass, but I can’t believe these two are continuing!
Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Roaring elbow from Kurtis! Another! A third! Marion stumbles
back into a steel chair. Instinctively, he picks it up and brings it down on Kurtis’ skull! Kurtis staggers… but does not fall! Marion lifts the chair…
Kurtis kicks him in the gut! He grabs the chair. Swings it! CRACK! Marion nearly drops to the ground but somehow remains on his feet. A second swing… Marion
with a kick to the gut! Steals the chair back! He swings it! Kurtis ducks, the chair bounces off the corner of the ring apron. Kurtis with an ASAI MOONSAULT
OUT OF NOWHERE! NO! Marion catches him in mid-air! He goes for some type of suplex but Kurtis follows through with a headscissors takedown! Marion hits
the cement hard as Kurtis leaps onto the ring apron once more. 450 SPLASH! NO! Marion gets his knees up just in time! Marion gets to his feet before Kurtis
is able to. Kurtis walks right into a huge belly-to-belly suplex!
ROB MARTINEZ: That cement is UNFORGIVING!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve never apologized to it, not even for the time I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.
Marion takes a moment to argue with one of the many booing fans before attempting to apply a figure-four to Kurtis. Kurtis kicks him away. Marion stomps
on his head and attempts to pick him up. Kurtis with a shot to the gut! Another! A third! He gets to his feet! Punch after punch to Marion! Marion blocks
it. Punch after punch to Kurtis! Kurtis falls back, Marion charges forward with a huge lariat but Kurtis ducks it! Kurtis with a HUGE spinning heel kick!
Kurtis picks Marion up and tries to roll him back into the ring. But Marion fires a succession of elbows into the champ’s gut! Marion with a jawbreaker
that sends Kurtis reeling. Marion goes after Kurtis, who spins around, kicks him in the gut… SNAP FISHERMAN’S BUSTER!
COREY TAYLOR: Michael Massacre was RIGHT! We should have put mats on the outside of the ring like those RESPECTABLE feds do!
ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved our extreme style?
COREY TAYLOR: Not when it threatens the Revolution!
Kurtis rolls him into the ring. He picks Marion up. CK FINALE! NO! Marion reverses into a back body drop! NO! Kurtis with a SUNSET FLIP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Marion kicks forward, hooking Kurtis’ legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! NO! SO CLOSE!
Both to their feet. Clotheslines take down each of them!
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: I have to agree with our fans! What a MATCH!
COREY TAYLOR: I thought they were complimenting my haircut?
Both get to their feet. Marion runs in with a clothesline, Kurtis ducks. Marion off of the ropes, caught by Kurtis with a HURRICANRANA ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE– NO! NO!
Both men to their feet. Slap to the face from Marion. Slap to the face from Kurtis! Slap! Slap! Kurtis with an Irish whip, reversed into a short-arm clothesline,
Kurtis ducks under the arm. Waistlock. Marion with an elbow. Another. Another. Breaks it! Marion off of the ropes. Another HURRICANRANA! NO! This time
Marion reverses into a POWER BOMB!
And in the middle of the ring… he locks on the FIGURE-FOUR!
Kurtis flipping out, slamming his arms but verbally refusing to submit. His knee feeling more pressure than it ever has in his entire career. His flailing
slowly stops. The referee raises his arm…
ONCE.
TWICE.
THREE.
ROB MARTINEZ: Nothing Chad Kurtis could do! He fought and fought and fought–
NO! Kurtis hulks up! And he reverses it into a SHARPSHOOTER! He wrenches it, screaming out, blood trickling down his face as Marion tries to ignore the
pain. But Marion is able to re-reverse it back into the FIGURE FOUR! Kurtis again flails but slowly begins losing consciousness… his arm raised:
ONCE!
TWICE!
THREE!
COREY TAYLOR: FINALLY!
NO! NO! HULK UP! Kurtis with a punch to Marion! AGAIN! A THIRD TIME! A FOURTH! A FIFTH! The hold BREAKS! Kurtis tries to pull himself up by the ropes but
is clearly having a great deal of trouble. The referee asks if he wants to continue and he cries out: (BLEEP) YES! Marion Irish whips Kurtis into the opposite
ropes, he bounces off. DROPKICK TO HIS KNEE!
Kurtis falls to the mat, holding his knee, hollering. Marion picks him up. REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! NO! Kurtis gets him up on his SHOULDERS! Marion tries
to elbow out but Kurtis has him up high! But Kurtis’ knee buckles and he falls to the ground before he can finish the maneuver!
COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis should have done more squats!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marion has been working on his injured knee ALL MATCH!
Kurtis screams, on bended knee, examining where the pain is coming from and what, if anything, he can do right now to stop it. Marion picks up the steel
chair. SWING! BUT KURTIS DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! Kurtis springs to his feet. Kick to the gut! CK FINALE! CK FINALE!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how he did it, but… BEAUTIFUL EXECUTION!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s paying the price now!
Kurtis rolls around on the ground, unable to stand. Marion is knocked out in the middle of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: There is no doubt that if Chad Kurtis can get over to Marcus Marion that this match will be over!
COREY TAYLOR: Hate to admit it, but you’re right.
Thirty seconds pass. Forty. Fifty. A minute. Finally, Kurtis begins using the rope to get up, attempting to get to Marion to make a cover. He limps slowly
towards him, favoring his knee. And his knee gives out again! He falls!
ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t even CRAWL!
Marion springs to life, grabs Kurtis… REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THAT’S IT!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!
The response from the fans is a mix of booing and generous applause for the nearly forty-minute effort from both competitors. Jenny hands the World Title
to the new champ who holds it up high! Chad Kurtis refuses help from the medical technicians and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Marion helps him. Kurtis
nods appreciatively. Smirk from Marion… and he RUNS CHAD OVER WITH THE TITLE BELT! He holds the belt up high as the applause is replaced with MASSIVE booing!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH COME ON! Shake the guy’s hand, don’t do THAT! What a SCUMBAG!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey! That’s our World Champion! Show some respect!
Marion lays the boot to Kurtis who is helpless in the middle of the ring.
HERE COMES JT WHIPLASH AND MATTHEW KURTIS! They storm the ring. Whiplash and Marion exchange blows, while Matthew helps Chad up.
HERE COMES THE FREAK! He kicks out connecting with Matthew’s skull before turning to kick Whiplash’s knee. Marion and The Freak lay the boots to Whiplash!
HERE COMES JER$EY AND MACK! As they enter the ring, Marion and The Freak exit. Marion walks back up the aisleway, patting his World Title as Yung Mula
check on Whiplash and Kurtis. The Freak grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, takes a swig…
AND BASHES IT OVER THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Marion falls, his face landing square in a discarded nacho cheese container. The Freak smiles as the confused fans look on.
ROB MARTINEZ: CHAOS! CHAOS! This is what happens when MARCUS MARION is the CHAMPION of the WORLD!
COREY TAYLOR: That sip of beer really affected The Freak!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know who is on who’s side now, but I know this, we have a new world champion and a new era has begun in REBEL Pro Wrestling. I also
know that, despite that bitter ending, that match was incredible!
COREY TAYLOR: Damn straight. Can I go home now?
ROB MARTINEZ: Please.
COREY TAYLOR: Can I have a ride?
ROB MARTINEZ: (sighing) Again? I thought you fixed your car?
COREY TAYLOR: I bet it that Marion would defeat Kurtis in under thirty minutes.
ROB MARTINEZ: Geez… well, this is Rob Martinez. For Corey Taylor, have a good night and see you next week!
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CREDITS
Larry Gordon Segment-Bean
Jacob Venar vs Lacey Gloria-Kent
Cuzin’ Zeke/Matthew Kurtis vs Yung Mula-Bean
Matthew and Chad Kurtis Segment-Kurtis
Johnny Maverick(C) vs The Freak-Brion
Dirty Money Segment-Brion
Generation Now(C) vs Dirty Money-Brad
Chad Kurtis(C) vs Marcus Marion-MJ