Aggression 5-27-2011

“The Perfect Drug” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a mixed reaction, leaning heavily on cheers, is Violet Harper.

JENNY JERSEY: From Portsmouth, New Hampshire; she stands at five feet eight inches while weighing in at one hundred and thirty-nine pounds… VIOLET HARPER!

Violet walks down to the ring and climbs up into the ring as the fans slowly die down…

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!
AND I SAY WHAT?
IT AIN’T BRAGGIN’ MOTHER(BLEEP) IF YA BACK IT UP!”
REBEL BANANA!

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, originally from Paducah Kentucky he now hails out of Durham, North Carolina!
He is “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Kurtis slaps hands on the way to the ring, peering out from beneath his hood up at the ring. He makes a circle around ringside for the screaming fans,
then slides in and pops up to the top turnbuckle, flipping his hood back and extending his arms. He tosses his hoodie to the crowd and backflips off the
top to a pop, then turns to face Harper, all seriousness. Referee Alan Stone checking Harper, now comes over to check Kurtis.

BUBBA J: Bunch of pansies, mainly Kurtis, wanting a ruled match… the pussy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad’s been in some of the bloodiest battles in Rebel Pro history.

BUBBA J: Yeah, the pansy has turned soft.

Senior referee Alan Stone looks at both wrestlers, then calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Harper and Kurtis shake hands in the center of the ring to applause from the rowdy REBEL rousers. They circle to start and lock-up, Kurtis taking over with
a top wristlock. Harper looking for an out, reverses it and works to a hammerlock. Kurtis reaches back, trying to grab at Harper, can’t get her, reaches
between the legs… spins around and reverses the hammerlock! Harper reaches up and grabs around Chad’s head, kicks off the ropes, snapmares him over —
but Chad holds on and rolls through, still possessing the hold! Switch into a side headlock, Harper tries to get a back suplex but Chad is too much of a
veteran to put a leg far enough back for Harper to take the leverage. Harper looking for another way out, reaches up, trying to work in Chad’s hands, breaks
free and gets a wrist-lock; immediately reversed by Kurtis, flipping Harper onto her back! Kurtis to an armbar, controlling Harper on the mat. Harper forcing
her way to her feet, gets a leg behind Kurtis’ and begins bending The Show backwards! The top of Chad’s head touches the canvas, Kurtis bridged right over…
Chad drops to his back, rolls backwards, then up and around and arm drags Harper to the canvas! Harper pops up and comes back at Chad, taken down again by
a deep arm drag! One more time, another beautiful arm drag by Chad Kurtis and this time he holds onto the arm bar again. The crowd claps for some beautiful
technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: REBEL is known for violence but that’s not all we bring! Some of the best wrestling in the world right here in REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

BUBBA J: Damn, I want some blood, barbed wire, and beer!

Chad wrenches on the arm, then pulls back Violet’s other arm, wrapping it under his arm pit and bridging back. Harper yells in pain as Chad seems content
to stretch her a little bit. Kurtis lets go of the arm bar, then wraps his hand around Harper’s chin, twisting her neck and torquing on the
woman’s head, other arm still trapped! Referee Alan
Stone asks Violet if she wants to quit, no dice. Chad doesn’t expect to win that easily, but he’s sending a message to Hostile, the Aggression Champion here. Chad lets
go of the upper body, but before Harper can react, he grapevines the legs and turns Harper over with a leg hold! More pain for Harper to experience… but
Harper forces a roll over, frees herself from the leg hold and leaps over to cinch a side headlock on Chad on the mat! Kurtis on the bottom for the first
time in the match, but not for long as he uses his flexibility to headscissor Harper, taking control again. Harper pounds the mat, head being crushed between
Chad’s powerful thighs (the source of his springboard superiority). Harper rolls around, trying to get free… she’s standing on her head? Head-stand by
Violet Harper? She pops out of the hold and tries to kick a seated Chad right in the face, only to get caught and taken right back down into a single-leg
grapevine. Harper right by the ropes this time, however, and she grabs the bottom as Alan Stone tells The Show to break. Separation occurs and Chad winks
at a sore Harper, letting her know just who is in control of this match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: For weeks Violet has wanted a tougher and tougher opponent to face and she now has one in Chad Kurtis.

BUBBA J: I don’t like The Show, in fact I hate The Show with the passion of anything you can name with a lot of passion; but his technical skills are nearly unmatched by anyone in the wrestling business.

Both up to a standing base again, Harper tight-lipped. She knows very well that The Show has shown her up. Some of the crowd even chant “you got served!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Kurtis again wins with a side headlock. Harper tries to break out the way she did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Chad
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Violet Harper, but she tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of The Show, two, a third breaks her free! Harper hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by The Show! Harper skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Harper, Kurtis catches her with a hip toss — blocked! Harper reverses to a hip
toss of her own, but Kurtis lands on his feet! Kurtis with a

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quick jab to the gut of Harper doubles her over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Harper stands
straight up, flipping Chad up, again Kurtis lands on his feet! Right hand by Harper, Chad ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Harper fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Chad — NOOO! CHAD AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Harper turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! CK FINALE
— Violet Harper sweeps the legs of Chad quickly, looking for a catapult! Had Kurtis’ finisher well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!
The Show nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Violet turns around, reverse cross body by Chad connects center ring!

ONE!

TWO! Harper kicks out!

BUBBA J: Close call for the brawling beauty.

Chad with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Harper kicks out! Third cover!

One!

Two!

Harper kicks out, using up a lot of energy getting out of those rapid covers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Harper cannot solve The Show!

BUBBA J: Give her time, she’s a graduate of the Frontline Academy, she’s just testing The Show right now.

Back up, The Show snapmares Harper over. Kick to the spine! Harper grimaces in pain but watch Kurtis! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Harper! STANDING MOONSAULT! Cover

one!

two!

Harper out before three. Chad pulls her to his feet, forearm shivers to Harper. He puts the woman into the
corner… vicious chop! Irish whip across the ring, Harper hard into the turnbuckles. Kurtis in with a charge, Harper gets the boot up in Chad’s face! Chad
stumbles out, turning around, and Harper grabs him from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX — INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Chad crumbles in the corner as Harper henry ford pharmacy rolls to her
hands and knees, trying to gain her breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE CORNER! That could be the opening Harper needs to finally take control of this contest!

BUBBA J: Told you, now go and kick The Show’s ass!

Harper sees Chad getting to his feet, holding the back of his head, and quickly hooks the man for a SNAP suplex. Harper measures Chad, big boot to the side
of the man’s head. Again he hooks Chad up, suplex attempt, Kurtis blocks! Trying one of his own, Harper legblocks that, and finally gets the vertical suplex!
Harper with a cover…

One!

Two!

Chad out well before three. Harper hooks a chinlock, Chad fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Chad leaps
and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Harper ducks, she’s done her homework and knows all about Chad’s springboard preferences. Chad
turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Harper, sending Chad right overhead! Kurtis slower to get up this time, Harper hits
the ropes —
RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!
Chad sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! SHOWTIME! Kurtis pops back to his feet —
STANDING SHOOTING STAR!

ONE!

TWO!

Harper ROLLS THE SHOULDER!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just like that, Kurtis able to swing the match back in his favor! The man can potentially utilize every single square inch of that ring as
an ally…

Kurtis picks up Harper and perches her… on the top rope? He climbs up, Harper fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, she shoves
Chad off! Chad lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINER! Harper hits the canvas, prone, Chad points to the turnbuckle! The crowd rises
to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!
“BEST!”
“MOONSAULT!”
“EVERRRRROHHHHHHHH!”
Harper gets the knees up right into the soaring Kurtis’ mid-section! No way even The Show could change direction after committing like that! Harper rolls
to her feet as Kurtis gasps for breath, doubled-over….
YAKUZA KICK!
And this time Harper connects, full speed right to the side of Chad’s head! Harper hooks the leg

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT! Crowd yelling and screaming for this
match, they don’t know who they want to win, they’re just INTO IT! Harper throws some right hands to The Show and puts him in the corner. Irish whip! Chad
hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Harper with a running big boot attempt, Chad slides BETWEEN the third and second ropes to the outer canvas! What the?
Hooks Harper — REVERSE STO INTO THE ROPES?! Ropes between the two, Chad snapped Harper’s throat off the top rope with an… unorthodox use the price of viagra of the reverse
STO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He is definitely the Innovator of Offense here in Rebel Pro!

BUBBA J: Why don’t you go and marry him already, since you are in so much love with The Blow.

Harper picking herself up, Chad still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Chad slammed down
to the canvas, Harper off the ropes, Chad rising to his feet…
ROARING ELBOW! Chad hits the canvas hard and Harper covers

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Kurtis out! Harper picks her man up, says it’s over, looking for THE Purple Haze…
but Chad fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Harper, hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Chad’s momentum spins him around,
Harper gets a backdrop CUTTER! Harper CUTTER! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—
NOOOOOO! CHAD KICKS OUT!

Harper looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Harper picks Chad up,
looking for a vertical suplex — Chad flips out at the apex! BEHIND Harper —
SUPERKICK! BLOCKED! Harper with a superkick of her own! Connects! Kurtis is prone, Violet to the outside…
630 Degree Senton!

ONE!

TWO!
THRE—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now it’s The Show’s turn to be in disbelief! Harper got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

BUBBA J: Come on now, that has to be three, Stone counting slow in his old age.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I admit, it was close, too close for me to agree or disagree.

Violet picks Chad up, whip into the ropes. Reversal by Chad, Whisper In The Wind from Violet puts Chad down on the canvas. Asai Moonsault, Violet with another cover!

One!

Two!

Thre–

Chad, reflexively, with the shoulder up preventing the loss. Violet pulls Chad up, whip into the ropes, rolling knee strike to the gut. Violet off the ropes, Shining Wizard!

BUBBA J: Violet busting out some of her favorite moves, big time moves putting The Show down!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never count The Show out, you and I both know that.

Violet pulls Chad back up, Bridged German Suplex for another cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–

Shoulder up.

Violet makes another quick cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–
Chad with another kick out, but it was closer to three this time. Violet drops a quick knee onto Chad’s forehead before climbing up top..

MIKEY MASSACRE: Corkscrew 630 Degree Senton!

BUBBA J: Violet with the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

NO! Chad manages to somehow get a shoulder up right before Alan’s hand slaps the canvas. Violet is upset, the crowd is gasping and still standing. Some fans are standing on their chairs, some are shoving trying to get a better view. Violet waits back…

BUBBA J: She’s going…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Purple Haze!

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Violet Harper!

Violet gets back up, leaning heavily on the ropes, nodding at Chad, who was a tougher opponent; the toughest yet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where are you going?

Chad rolls out of the ring as “The Perfect Drug” hits back up in the speakers.

“Attitude” by The Misfits slowly dies away to be replaced with…

“I’m A Rebel” and that only means one thing… Larry Gordon walking out with a cane? And looking paler than a bleached white sheet? The crowd, a bit shocked, still give Gordon a standing ovation, but you can tell they are definitely worried for the Rebel Pro Owner. Gordon steps up the corner steps and Jenny Jersey is there to hold the ropes open for her boss and friend. Gordon receives the microphone from Jenny and thanks her off-mic for her kindness.

“Hello Rebel fans…”

Gordon is noticeablly shaken and not at his full strength, in fact probably around fifty percent, if that. However, the fans still cheer him on, the man smiling his gratitude and appreciation for their faithfulness.

“Right now, I should be back at home… I should not be here, instead resting…”

The crowd hushes, noticing that it is difficult for Larry to speak much louder than a whisper.

“I had to fight to even get out of the hospital yesterday in order to come here. In fact, when the doc finds out that I’m not at home resting… I’ll probably be ordered back into the hospital and put under lock and key.”

He laughs, but a tear rolls down his cheek at the seriousness of his condition.

“But let me explain my condition to you all, it is you that is my family as well and deserve to know.”

Another tear and the crowd is getting really somber.

“Last week, I had a massive heart attack right inside this ring.”

He pauses to catch his breath and to try to get it under control.

“Last week, they brought me back from death twice so that I wouldn’t be leaving this Earth. They said that I needed to lose weight… a lot of weight.”

He rubs his belly and smiles through the tears.

“As if I didn’t already know that one…”

He chuckles, the crowd does as well to help him along.

“But they said that coupled with my weight, the way I eat, and the stress of running a business in this economy… brought it on.”

He holds up a hand.

“But it is also due to the fact that I’ve been negotiating a national tour and TV deal for Rebel Pro which greatly increased the stress level.”

Again he holds up the free hand.

“But you are all well worth it and given the chance, I’d do it again because I love this company, Ilove you fans…”

He is getting really emmotional now.

“Which is why the next information comes so hard…”

He fights the tears and emmotion back.

“I’ve got a few options here. One I can sell Rebel Pro.”

The crowd boos a little.

“I know, but Ilove you all and Rebel Pro is my livelihood, as well as what I love. Two, I can null and void the National TV deal as well as National tour…”

The crowd cheers a bit, they’d rather have Rebel, even if it means no National TV coverage.

“But I’ve chosen the third option instead…”

The crowd huses.

“With the major medical bills I piled up last week, the stress level, and the fact that I love Rebel Pro and want it to remain active, go on tour, and get the TV deal for National coverage…”

The crowd still hushed.

“I’ve decided to sell nearly half of Rebel Pro to…”

The crowd gasps at the mentioning of selling nearly half of Rebel Pro.

“To Simon Kalis…”

The crowd sits back shocked, and remain quiet as Gordon holds up his hand.

“I’m not sure who he is going to have come in and run Rebel Pro, but he has assured me that most things will stay the same, as well as since I own fifty-one percent of the company… I get final say so on all things concerning Rebel Pro.”

He smiles, but its through tears.

“It is truly the best thing for all of us because Simon has promised to do the best that he can, infuse Rebel with money that I could not afford to do with the rising medical bills, and give you all the hardcore action that you… that you…”

Gordon thumps his heart, but he holds up his free hand.

“That you all deserve.”

He smiles at the entire crowd.

“So, you may not see me for a while…”

Gordon turns, if possible, even whiter as the blood drains from his face.

“But I’ll still be… here…”

Gordon smiles.

“So, without further adue… Simon Kalis!”

Gordon leans in the corner, resting as much as he can as Simon comes from the back and to the ring.

“Remember The Name” by Fort Minor hits over the speakers as Simon Kalis steps out, his long time agent and friend Jeremy Gold at his side. Kalis adjusts the collar to his black and red Armani pinstripe suit as he slaps the hands of fans, Gold applauding in Gordon’s direction. Kalis and Gold step into the ring, and immediately Simon shakes Gordon’s hand.

SIMON KALIS: First off, before anything else? Let’s show Gordon some love folks.

Kalis begins applauding as does everyone in the arena tonight. Gordon nods in his direction.

SIMON KALIS: Mr. Gordon has always been the best owner to work for, he has always shown us he cares about the success of everyone in REBEL Pro and through the hard times and the good he has never waivered in his commitment to REBEL Pro.

The crowd cheers more, Kalis throws Gordon a friendly wink.

SIMON KALIS: I want to assure you all that I won’t be coming in here to suddenly change what makes REBEL Pro one of the best places to fight in the entire world. And while I now own 49% of this company, I won’t be here every week taking away from the great talent that gives their all week in and week out here in REBEL Pro. This won’t become the Simon Kalis Show, as I’m sure many people are now beginning to wonder… Because to ensure there are no conflicts of interest, after tonight I will no longer be competing in REBEL Pro.

The crowd boos, as Gold quietly speaks with Larry Gordon.

SIMON KALIS: I will in fact, be naming Jeremy Gold as the General Manager of REBEL Pro. He will take over the day to day operations of REBEL Pro, as Larry gets himself the proper rest and medical attention he needs. I will infuse my own capital to ensure that you guys get the best show you can have, and we’ll show the world what it is to be a REBEL!

The crowd cheers as Kalis throws the microphone to the ground. Kalis walks over to Gordon to check on him and help him out of the ring. Kalis raises Gordon’s hand as he helps Larry backstage and the crowd cheers as Gold follows them both, waving to the REBEL Pro fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve been informed by Mr. Rob Martinez, that if Vincent Black does not win the following match he will be suspended until further notice.

BUBBA J: He can’t do that shit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He can… and he did.

BUBBA J: Shut the hell up you bearded freak!

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a huge ovation is Kris Klondike.

JENNY JERSEY: From Campbell River, British Columbia; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and eighty-one pounds… KRIS KLONDIKE!

Kris makes his way into the ring, a new task for him tonight; keep Vincent Black from returning to full time Rebel Pro action.

“Carbomb” hits up and the crowd boos heavily.

JENNY JERSEY: Next making his way to the ring from Glens Falls, New York, and weighs in at three hundred forty one pounds… VINCENT BLACK!

Black strolls down to the ring, shrugging off the boo’s of the fans. He jumps up to the ring apron and takes a huge step over the ropes, walking right up
to Kris and staring down the inches between their respective heights. Kris merely stares right back up to Black before referee Jimmy Johnson tries
to get in-between them to break it up before the bell rings. Black pushes Johnson aside, which makes him furious. He starts shouting at Black, warning
him if he doesn’t move back he will forfeit the match to Kris. Black blows his nose at Johnson and walks back to a corner. Johnson nods to Kris who then
dives at the back of Black while Johnson calls for the bell.

BUBBA J: That’s bullshit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It isn’t like you haven’t done worse.

BUBBA J: That’s different.

Black gets knocked into the corner, dropping to the middle rope as Kris stomps a hole right through him, much to the fans delight. He grabs Black by the
hair while Johnson casually looks away to bring him to his feet, and throws him against the ropes. Black comes bounding off the ropes straight into a swinging
neckbreaker by Kris. Kris calls for a big elbow, climbing to the top rope. Black notices, however, and is back on his feet jumping to the middle
rope and meeting Kris up top. They trade blows for a moment before Black repositions Kris so he has both feet on onside of the turnbuckle and is leaning
across it, back to the sky. Black, with his back to the ring, grabs the arms of Kris and flicks back into a beautiful top rope pump-handle slam.

BUBBA J: That’s it, kick his little woody ass!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You are really into this match, aren’t you?

Vincent Black stares at the crowd as Kris lies twitching on the mat. He turns back to Klondike, pulling him up to his feet and sending him against the ropes.
When he returns Black jumps in the air and places a perfect boot on Kris’ face, dropping him instantly. Black then proceeds to place a huge leg drop on Kris. Pulling him up again, he sets him up for a suplex, but Kris blocks it with his leg reversing it into a great suplex of his own. Too tired to make
any move from it, both men lay on the mat, trying to get their breath back.

BUBBA J: Get up Vincent, kick his ass and get your contract back!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Vincent starting to stir here.

Black is on his feet again, hunched over and waiting for Kris to get to his feet before he makes his move. As Kris turns around, Black brings him up for
a spinebuster and drops. On his head, as Kris reverses the move into a DDT. The fans go crazy, chanting for Kris endlessly as he draws strength from the
crowd. He pulls Black up to his feet, and leaves him standing dazed as he ascends to the top rope. Before he has a chance to jump though, Black hits him
with a huge uppercut, dropping Kris to a sitting position. He places Kris’ legs on his shoulders, turns around and drops a huge New Hope on Zeke,
who cripples as soon as the move hits.

BUBBA J: Here ya go big man.

Black makes a cover as Jimmy Johnson takes the count almost to a three, before Black rolls off and smiles at Johnson, wagging his finger. The fans boo as
Black starts to inflict even more punishment on his downed opponent. Johnson constantly checks on Kris as Black starts mocking the referee, asking Kris
if he’s ok before giving him another forearm to the head, then checking again. Johnson pushes Black away and has words with him in the corner. Black looks
pissed and spits on Johnson before pushing him out the way and charging at Kris.

BUBBA J: Get out of the way Johnson, you might get hurt too… ha ha ha ha.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think Black made a mistake there.

BUBBA J: Vincent is back and kicking ass!

A well-timed drop toe-hold brings the big six foot eleven inch Vincent Black face first on the mat. Kris then starts applying a leg lock to the right leg
of Black. Letting go of the hold he drops a few knees of his own onto the leg to keep it hurting before applying a simple leg lock on it again, holding
and stretching the leg out as Black tries to reach for a ring rope. Johnson sees Black reaching for the ropes, and gets right in between Black’s hand and
the ropes while he is checking if Black is going to tap out. Black tries to push him aside but can’t in the current situation as Kris pulls back even harder
on his leg. Black finally wriggles free by landing a kick with his other leg against Kris’ chest, and crawling to the corner.
He pulls himself up to his feet and charges at Kris as soon as he gets to his feet, but drops half way across the ring and clutches at his knee. The
fans start laughing as Black starts swearing loudly to Klondike, Jimmy and the fans. Kris drops another knee onto Black, causing him to cry out again, then
drops a large knee right on Black’s head. That one he doesn’t cry out to, he just lays there. Kris calls for a big time knee drop!

BUBBA J: Fall you dumb bastard!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kris going for a killing shot!

He takes a huge dive from the top rope, but Black quickly rolls out the way, leaving Kris hitting the mat hard. Black struggles to his feet and pulls up
Kris, setting up The New Hope here. As he tries to bring Kris onto his shoulders, his knee gives way and lands a half-hearted powerbomb into a cover
as Johnson makes the count.

One!

Two!

Thre

Kris with a shoulder up!

BUBBA J: What a damn slow count!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was normal, you are just pulling for Vincent.

BUBBA J: Like I’d ever pull for Klondike, the Canuk.

Black starts getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes, but Kris is up quicker and right back on the offensive, grabbing Black and setting up Big Timber(tombstone
piledriver), but Vincent counters with a tombstone piledriver of his own! Black lifts Kris up, New Hope!

BUBBA J: My boy just broke the fuck outta him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black going for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving his full contract back to compete here in Rebel Pro… Vincent Black!

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

~Commercial hyping up Danger Zone, live from the Harold Alfond Arena in Orono, Maine~

We come back from commercial break with both men already in the ring and waiting for the opening bell.

DING DING

Ace wastes no time in delivering a right hand shot that rocks Justin back on his heels. Justin ducks a haymaker from Ace, getting inside his reach delivering a double fist to Ace’s chin sending him stumbling back instead. Justin with a hip toss has Ace on his back. Justin with a leg drop, but Ace rolls out of the way and up to his feet delivering a roundhouse kick, but Justin ducks under lashing out with a kick of his own.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Ace avoids that kick from Case as these two continue going back and forth.

BUBBA J: Honestly, I think Ace has this one in the bag, Case has talent but lacks a little something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What?

BUBBA J: Where is that drive when he was going after the World Title? I think he left his balls in his manager’s pocketbook.

Justin dives forward with a shoulderblock, but Ace leaps over him and to the top rope. Ace springs back, coming down with a kick to Justin’s temple, but Case catches Ace…

Spinebuster!

BUBBA J: Like, where is the hardcore?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never been Justin’s style, he doesn’t need it.

Justin pulls Ace up to his feet, delivering right after right into his face until Ace’s back is against the ropes. Ace with a fall back sending himself and Case over the top. Ace holds onto the top rope before flipping himself back into the ring. Justin gets up to his feet as Ace comes flying over the top, crashing into Justin with a plancha sending them both into the railing that protects the fans.

BUBBA J: Holy Mackeral.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace with a dive that connects and moves the barricade back a few inches!

Ace pulls Case up, nailing him in the jaw with a stiff right hand before he drags his face across the barricade and dropping him throat first across the barricade for good measure. Ace whips Justin into the ring post, Case smashing into it with a resounding thunk.

BUBBA J: If Case genuine cialis online uk wants to kiss something, he orta pick your mom.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah I kn… hey shut the fuck up!

Ace lifts Justin up, but Case has a few elbows for Ace’s midsection before lifting his knee to meet Ace’s face with a crunch. Justin looks up at the sound, a smirk on his face as well as a line of blood. He lifts Ace’s head up, blood pouring from his nose as he slams it on the table where Bubba J and Mikey sit announcing. Justin smears Ace’s face across the table before smashing it onto the table for good measure right in front of Mikey. Justin whips Ace towards the ring, but Ace counters sending Justin into the apron instead. Justin arches his back as Ace comes flying onto the apron, landing on Justin’s shoulders. Case drops him with a spinebuster just as Ace tries for a hurricanrana on the unforgiving floor. Ace arches his back in pain as Justin lands the move and tries to catch his breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth action here from Justin and Ace, both bringing some major intensity.

BUBBA J: Maybe Justin has found his balls in that pocketbook, or he could only have one nut, which is totally better than none at all.

Justin leans forward, slapping the spit right out of Ace’s mouth before he brings him up to a standing position. Justin with a knee lift, but Ace catches the knee, spinning Justin around and nailing a bulldog onto the floor that gets him a brief ressput at the least. Ace digs under the ring, pulling out a kendo stick, a chair, and a cheese grater? Ace looks at the items, tossing them into the ring, but he holds onto the cheese grater, bringing it down across Justin’s back for good measure and a ton of pain to the former Rebel Pro World Champion. Ace lifts Case up, slamming the grater down Justin’s pants and lifting it up and down vigorously; Justin howls in pain(as any man would) and fights Ace off with a few well placed rights and lefts.

BUBBA J: Ace grating that fromunda cheese.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fromunda cheese?

BUBBA J: That cheese fromunda Case’s nuts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sick.

BUBBA J: Fuck yeah its sick, now look.

Ace swipes the grater across Case’s face sending him back. Justin fires off with a right though, backing Ace up against the apron. Case levels him with an elbow strike before rolling him inside the ring. Justin follows in, setting up the steel chair. Justin lifts Ace up, whipping him into the ropes…

Arn Anderson Spinebuster!

Yeah, right onto the chair, breaking it with the first time its used in this match and Ace may be out cold. Justin with the first cover of the match.

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Ace with a shoulder up as a beer bottle comes flying in from the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There is a trash can beside you, ya know.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but now they can use it in the match without ever leaving the comforts of the ring.

Ace clocks Case over the skull with the bottle smashing it into bits and causing Justin to bleed even heavier. Justin rolls up to his feet as Ace rolls up to his as well. Collar and elbow lockup, Case with a thumb to the eyes and a knee to the gut.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just Too Talented!

BUBBA J: I think, Case may have found his balls, but like I said at least one of ‘em.

Case makes the cover after Ace’s head lands on the dented steel chair.

One!

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Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Millennium Game” Justin… Case!

Case rolls up to his feet, leaning backwards on the ropes as the crowd boos heavily and the blood pours down his face from the wounds Ace Olen inflicted upon his personage in this match. Justin looks down with distaste on his face at Ace as Hostile jumps the barricade! Hostile in the ring nailing Case from behind with a lead pipe.

BUBBA J: Now, that is what I’m talking about!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What attacking someone after a match?

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

Justin stumbles forward, but Hostile is there nailing him in the back of the skull again before lifting him up and piledriving his head on top of the chair. Hostile lifts Justin back up, him being out on his feet, and whips him into the corner. Hostile spots the kendo stick and picks it up before going to damn town on Case’s face and midsection.

BUBBA J: Kick his ass and protect that title!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why don’t you go and join?

BUBBA J: Normally I would, but I ate Mexican at El Jalapeno’s for supper and I think its gave me the shits.

Hostile with a choke hold, using the kendo stick for leverage, sends Justin out cold. Hostile climbs up top, diving off with the New Jersey Head Shot. Hostile stands back up, breathing a little heavy…

HOSTILE: Next week Case, you find out… why I am the Aggression Champion. You think you can rule this fucking show?

Hostile sneers.

HOSTILE: Well, bitch, I’m going to rule you next week.

Backstage at the Aggression Arena, we find rookie talent Violet Harper once again knocking on Larry Gordon’s door. She’s dressed to impress with a low-cut top and a tight black skirt. She gives the camera a smile.

Rob Martinez: ENTER!

It’s not Larry, though. It’s Rob Martinez, Larry’s temporary replacement until Larry is fit to come back as the leader of RPW. We all hear Mr. Martinez is a nice guy, though. Violet opens the door to find two men in his office.

Rob Martinez: Hello Miss Harper, we’ve been expecting you.

Violet looks a little confused, but sits down regardless with a smile. Both men are trying hard to keep their eyes focused. Yes, she really is that hot. We’re not kidding.

Violet Harper: Mr. Martinez, and…I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure?

BUBBA J: Name’s Bubba, Miss Harper. I’ve been calling your matches since you came into Rebel and I must say, I have been impressed with ya so far.

Violet Harper: Well, Bubba, thank you.

She drifts into a southern accent to please him.

Violet Harper: It’s nice to meet you.

Rob Martinez: Bubba here is the answer to the question you’re about to ask me, Miss Harper. Larry left me with explicit instructions to make this happen.

Violet Harper: And what question is that, Mr. Martinez?

Rob Martinez: You want to continue to prove yourself here in RPW, correct?

Violet nods. Bubba’s got a big grin on his face.

Rob Martinez: Well, this man right here is a two-time Rebel Pro World Champion. He’s a legend in this company, and if anyone can really test your merit and push you past your limit, it’s him.

Violet smiles.

Violet Harper: Well that sounds great, Mr. Martinez. I’m not tryin’ to step on a lot of toes, but I just have this ambitious streak inside of me. I see what I want, I get what I want.

Rob Martinez: Very well, Violet. We applaud your ambition and that’s why at Danger Zone next week you’re going to have a match with Bubba J!

We can hear the crowd pop on that announcement. Bubba J returns to a Rebel ring, if only for one night.

BUBBA J: I’ll beat that ass good, Violet. Don’t you worry, you’re gonna get everything ya want and more.

Violet gives Bubba a smirk.

Violet Harper: We’ll see if you can really hang with me inside that ring, Bubba.

Bubba nods and Violet gets up from her seat, leaving the office and shutting the door behind her. The camera is still inside Larry’s office.

Bubba J: Hot damn that’s a fine-ass woman, Rob. Thank you.

Rob Martinez: Hey, I don’t want a sexual harassment suit to come out of this. It’s a wrestling match.

Bubba J: You got it, boss.

Cut back to ringside, where hopefully Bubba J makes it back in time to call the main event.

The two circle the ring out of each other’s reach, fainting the occasional kick and shot. That is until Lisa circles ‘round to the corner where Jeremy Gold happens to be standing on the apron yelling at her, and belts him between the eyes, where upon he falls to the floor covering up. At that Kalis lunges forward but Lisa feels it coming and dodges aside and then catches him on the turn with two kicks to the stomach. Kalis catches the third and launches her back, but Lisa rolls through and shoots forward with another that Kalis passes by. He then drops with a Legsweep that Lisa leaps over and then trades with a kick aimed at his head that he flattens out to dodge. This leaves Lisa standing with her back to him and leaping up into a Standing Moonsault, which she lands on her feet when Kalis gets up his knees. She then throws up an Axe Kick for good measure, digging her heel into the mat when Kalis rolls out under the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa trying to press the early advantage and Kalis wisely stops it.

BUBBA J: Call it like it is. He pussied out of a fight.

The fans applaud their efforts but Lisa is far from done and hits the ropes to fire herself toward Kalis, who easily steps aside. Lisa however keeps running, bouncing off the ropes and flying the other way, where she takes flight over the ropes and comes crashing down atop Jeremy Gold.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jeremy Gold gets annihilated on the floor!

Kalis moves in and whips Lisa hard to the rail before taking a second to help up his friend. He then leaps aside as Lisa comes running, letting Gold take the impact from a Yakuza Kick that turns him inside out. Lisa then turns and walks into Kalis, who presses her up into the air and lets her fall gut first onto the nearest rail.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa gets carried away on the attack and pays for it.

BUBBA J: Took that shot like a champ though.

Kalis then pulls Lisa to her feet and smashes her face first off the apron before thrusting her into the ring, sending her feet first in while leaving her head under the bottom rope, where he cracks her with an elbow for good measure. Kalis then jumps up to the apron, takes two steps and then comes down with a Legdrop across her chest, knocking the wind from her and sending her back through the ropes. Kalis then follows her in, pulling Lisa off the mat and taking a shot in the stomach the backs him up. The two then square off again, but Kalis is suddenly thrust aside when Jeremy Gold rushes in and crashes through Lisa Seldon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Cat fight!

Jeremy sits up on top of Lisa throwing some hilarious punches and slaps, right up until the point where she grabs him by the hair and pulls him off. Lisa then steps back to her feet, bringing Gold up with her at arms length. He cowers and covers his face, which doesn’t at all help him when Lisa pulls him in and sticks a knee into his chest that buckles out his legs, or at least would if Lisa didn’t pull him back up standing and into a straight left hand that leaves little cartoon birds spinning around his head.

BUBBA J: This kid has taken more shots to the face than your mother.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Momma Massacre was a saint!

With intermission over, Lisa turns around and walks right into a Thrust Kick from Kalis, sending her to the floor. Kalis then follows up with an Elbow Drop for good measure. He then settles into a Chinlock and gives Jeremy Gold a kick to get him back off the mat. When he finally does, Kalis and Gold each take an arm and whip Lisa to the ropes and catch her with a Double Shoulder block on the return. Jeremy seems quite pleased with his contribution thus far and throws up a hand fro a high-five, but Kalis shoots him a look that goes a long way toward implying that Shoulderblocks do not earn high-fives. Instead they pick her up off the mat again and put her into a corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both men teaming up on Lisa now, who really brought this on herself.

BUBBA J: Can’t blame her. I’d punch that fuck in the face every chance I get too.

Lisa is then whipped across the ring and buried hard into the buckles. Jeremy is then sent after her leaving Kalis to gather his bearings in the corner, but turning his back to the action turns out to be a mistake when Lisa rushes out of the corner, ducking a Clothesline from Gold and then leaping into a rolling Koppu Kick on Kalis that rattles the back of his head. Lisa then fights back up and turns in time to catch Gold running in; who immediately skids to a halt, falls to the mat and covers up his face. Lisa instead moves in behind him and sends a kick down his spine before pulling him back off the mat from behind. Lisa then tags him with a few shots and leaps up for the finishing touch, or at least she would if he hadn’t already collapsed in a heap.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Gold saves himself from the worst of it.

BUBBA J: For now, but he aint safe.

Lisa steps right over Gold to go back at Kalis, but the second she’s in front of him Gold leaps up and grabs her around the waist. Gold reaches back with all his might but can’t get her off the ground and eats an elbow for his troubles. He holds on though, even if only to stop her turning around and murdering him, but the hold allows Kalis to run in, catching Gold around the waist as he holds onto Lisa.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s gonna kill them both!

Lisa tries to catch the ropes but Kalis pulls back and then buries his feet. Gold’s face pales but he can’t stop it, and Kalis arches back, pulling both Lisa and Gold off the ground and burying them both with a Double German Suplex, Gold laying in a heap and Lisa spilling across the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Huge fucking burst of power from Simon Kalis.

BUBBA J: Fuck off, the weight about 300 pounds between them.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t see you lifting three hundred pounds. Except from that beer gut.

BUBBA J: Packed full of only the best.

Lisa is clearly rattled as she clambers up, but not as much as Gold, who gets slapped upside the head by Kalis for his troubles.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dissension in the ranks.

BUBBA J: I think it’s more like boyfriend troubles.

Simon gives Gold a push for getting involved, who in turn complains about Lisa punching him in the face. Lisa is working her way into a corner, but she’s the least of anyone’s troubles as Gold and Kalis go back and forth.

BUBBA J: Why is this douchebag even allowed in the ring?

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s the rules of Rebel Pro. No DQs, no outs.

BUBBA J: No I meant the other one.

Apparently with no intention of leaving, Gold moves in behind Kalis on the attack again, earning him some spite from the fans. However that all turns when another figure sprints down to the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the hell? That’s…

BUBBA J: Anna Mathews.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anna Mathews of Victory Wrestling!

BUBBA J: Guess she brought some back up. You know anytime you get into it with Kalis that he’s going to be surrounded by every fucking leach and nobody he can find.

Anna rushes the ring, passed Kalis and into Gold with a Dropsault, putting them both to the mat. Kalis then moves to stamp down on her but she rolls to safety and into the corner of Lisa Seldon. With one too many people, three of whom are actually wrestlers now, the referee finally steps in to address the balance.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like they’re throwing this match out.

BUBBA J: Bullshit. Just get the kike and the batshit crazy bitch out of the ring and get this thing restarted.

The referee goes to call for the bell but both Lisa and Kalis warn him off. There’s some back and forth between them, leading to the referee calling for the announcer. A few of the fans closest hear what’s about to happen and pick up a cheer.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just be informed that this match will restart as a Tornado Tag Team Match.

Gold is stunned. Not least of all when Anna floats across the ring with a Spinning Heelkick. Meanwhile Kalis and Lisa rush into the fight, each putting up and burying Yakuza Kicks. The two back off then for just a second, before Kalis hurls a vicious Chop into Lisa’s chest with enough force to put her down. He holds onto her arm though and pulls her back up, only to put her down with a second. He then fires off a third, but Lisa ducks this one and ends up behind him, where she throws a kick overhead and just catches him on the dome as he goes to duck. Lisa then jumps to her feet and spies Anna on the apron looking to get back into the fight. Lisa then takes a run at her and Anna jumps up into a Springboard, just as Lisa flies between the top and middle ropes to take out Gold on the floor. Meanwhile Anna comes off toward Kalis, who just manages to get his head together and pluck her out of midair, where he sticks her to the mat with a beautiful Sitout Powerbomb.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anna shoots in but Kalis buries her! And the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And out! He might have winded her for a second but she’s far from done in this one.

Kalis rolls her to her feet and catches her for a Suplex, snapping her over and straight into the canvas. He then rolls through and brings her into the air for a second, but Anna floats over and lands out on the apron. She holds onto the ropes and shoots a kick that he manages to duck, but a Shoulderthurst from Kalis gets dodged as well, leaving him open for Anna to catch him with a Legdrop across the back of the head. Kalis then falls back through the ropes and onto his back.

BUBBA J: Maybe I was wrong. Watching these chicks fuck up Sinbad and his sidekick might be the highlight of my night.

Anna comes over the ropes and down with a Senton that Kalis rolls to the apron to avoid, but doesn’t get a second to breath as Lisa Seldon comes off the top-rope, pointing two knees and driving them into his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis avoids one shot but then gets buried with the Horror Pop from Lisa.

BUBBA J: I wonder if he’s realising about now that teaming with a guy who can’t wrestle was a mistake. A shit, no he isn’t, he does that with Emily Corlen all the time, so why would it change now.

Lisa rolls a whole mess of Kalis back into the ring toward Anna, who leaps with a huge standing knee-tuck Moonsault on Kalis for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis escapes at two!

Anna rolls off of Kalis and crosses the ring with a Dropkick on Gold, currently pulling himself up on the apron. She then leaves the ring to go after him as Lisa perches herself on the top-rope, waiting for Kalis to rise.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa waiting on him to rise.

Kalis gets to his feet as Lisa comes off the top-rope with her knees aimed at his face, but Kalis stumbles to one side and catches her around the waist, holding her in place for just a second before dropping down and smashing her knees first into the canvas. He then rolls backwards, onto his feet and into the ropes, returning with a knee that rips through her face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis opens up huge with that shot. These two have gone back and forth on each other all night.

Kalis doesn’t get a second to celebrate though as he spies Anna leaping in off the ropes, but he steps up big and crushes her with a Huge Bicycle Kick in the chest that blasts her back through the ropes. Kalis then turns back to Lisa, dragging her off the ground and into Muay-Thai Clinch, where he digs a knee into her chest. Lisa bends over and Kalis moves around to her side, putting up his leg and burying his foot into the back of her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Remembrance Kick! And Lisa goes down!

Lisa drops to her knees and Kalis flattens her out for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No! Only a two!

Lisa rolls onto her front as Kalis grabs a hold of Gold and points him toward the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Big finish coming up, I can feel it.

Kalis gets behind Lisa as Gold moves out onto the apron, where he points it Kalis and tells him how great this next move is going to be. Kalis shakes his but lifts Lisa up onto his shoulders and Gold leans back for the jump, but what neither of them see is Anna creeping up just around the corner, and just before Gold goes she goes first, springing to the top-rope and leaping off with a twist, catching Gold around the head as he gets to the top-rope and snapping back, burying him with a huge top-rope Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was huge!

BUBBA J: I’d have taken him out with a bat but I suppose that’ll do.

Meanwhile Lisa sticks Kalis with a series of punches to the head, easing up his grip and allowing her to spin around on his shoulders and toss him into a corner with a Hurricanrana of her own. Kalis moves forward but Lisa comes running, smashing him with a Shotgun Dropkick in the chest that shoots him back into the corner. In the opposite corner Anna gets Gold to his feet and whips him into Kalis, sandwiching the two of them in the corner before crossing the ring with a Handspring Back Elbow that she buries into Gold’s jaw. He stumbles forward and Lisa takes a run, stepping onto Kalis’ chest and putting a foot in his face to

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throw her backwards into a flip, where she catches Gold around the neck and snaps back, annihilating him with a DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa and Anna performing like a team that’s been together for years.

BUBBA J: That’s what happens when you’re at this level of the game. A level you never reached, which is probably why you’re so surprised to see it.

Lisa clears Gold out of the way as Anna comes along the apron and puts a foot into the back of Kalis’ head to stagger him forward. She then leaps up over the ropes and onto the top turnbuckle, where she throws herself back into a high arc, landing on Kalis shoulders and burying him with a snap Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A Huge series of moves puts Kalis down and leaves no one to break up the pin.

Later on Lisa will watch this video and scowl at Anna for always having to go one up on her with flippy shit, but for the time being she drops to her knees and throws up an arm, counting along as Anna cradles his legs for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No!

BUBBA J: Fuckin’ Hell…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis kicks out! He won’t stay down!

Anna seems confused and Lisa is violently offended at the referee’s inability to count three when that’s obviously what it was, but the referee insists and the fight goes on, with Kalis crawling into the ropes. Meanwhile all eyes fall to Jeremy, climbing up the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh that’s a mistake.

Gold gets to the top-rope, just in time to see Lisa sprinting across the ring to nail him between the eyes with a Yakuza Kick, knocking him for six. Gold tips forward but doesn’t fall, and Lisa jumps aside as Anna rushes in, covering the ring with a Cartwheel and then leaping up into a Moonsault kick, cracking Gold across the back of the head. This time he looks to fall, but Lisa steps in and catches him on her shoulders. She then moves to the centre of the ring, pushes Gold straight up into the air, steps back and lets him fall straight into a Roundhouse Kick that rips through his face.

BUBBA J: These chicks sure know how to fuck a boy up.

Gold lands on his knees and Lisa hits the ropes in front of him, running back in and leaping up to bring both knees into his face before smashing him against the mat. Lisa then rolls clear and points to the top-rope, where Anna comes off with a Corkscrew Moonsault, smashing through his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A helicoids combo of moves ends with Anna crushing him with the Twisted Destiny. And she covers.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And Kalis slips past Lisa at the last possible second.

Lisa Seldon gets him with a kick as Anna goes out to the apron, but as Lisa goes to send Kalis through the ropes he turns it around and sends her in his place. Anna then jumps up for a Springboard and into a Shooting Star, but Kalis pushes Gold out of the way and steps in, catching Anna around the neck as she turns and smashing her into the mat with the Ace Crusher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Tears of Redemption! And he wipes her out.

BUBBA J: Bullshit.

Kalis jumps back to his feet and spins around, just in time to catch Lisa running in and pull her up onto his shoulders, where he calls for the move again. Kalis then turns to spin her off to his back, but Lisa sticks a knee in the side of his face, causing him to fall into the ropes. Lisa then presses herself up onto the shoulders as if for a Hurricanrana and then falls back, pulling his head down and cutting his neck along the top rope.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa with the Widowmaker and almost tearing off his head!

BUBBA J: Kalis falling back, right inna line for a hell of a lot more pain.

Lisa points up to the air, getting a rise out of the fans who know exactly what’s coming next. She then leaps up for a Springboard, but never makes the ropes as Kalis runs in and blasts her with a Yakuza Kick, cracking her skull and spilling her back out to the apron. Kalis then wastes no time in slipping through the ropes and dragging Lisa back to her feet. He then pulls her for a Uranage, leaping off the apron and bringing Lisa down, back first, cracking her off the apron.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He buries her on that move!

BUBBA J: That cheap bastard. None of his own shit can finish the job so he’s pulling out the Rupture.

Kalis lands in a heap on the floor as Lisa lays flat on the apron. Kalis then drags himself off the floor and moves toward the ring, pulling back the curtain and going hunting for someone weaponry. He pulls out a table and gets a raucous cheer, but after a moment he shakes his head and throws it back.

BUBBA J: Looks like Simon is going soft. What a pussy.

Kalis then moves the other way, walking half way around the ring and putting his hands on a section of the guardrail, which he forcibly yanks out of place.

MIKEY MASSACRE: More like a madman Bubba. Looks like he’s gonna pry the Rebel Pro title out of her cold dead hands.

Kalis returns around the ring with his guardrail and pulls it up flat, using it to bridge the gap from rail to ring. He then leaps back up to the apron and nails Lisa with a series of shots to the back before pulling her up from behind and lifting her to the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sentencing of the Damned! He’s gonna put her right through that rail!

BUBBA J: That’ll do it alright.

Kalis gets to the second and pulls back Lisa’s arms before lifting her into the move, but at the height of it she drops back, falling to her feet behind him with the aid of the ropes, which she uses to leap up and crack Simon on the side of the head with a Roundhouse Kick. She then bends him back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Viledriver!

But he braces himself and refuses to go over. Lisa then lets him go and turns him around, cracking him with a Forearm that gets answers with one of his own, sending her along the apron. Lisa then steps forward and puts a Front Kick into his chest that sends him to a knee, but he forces himself back up and fires off swift, hard kick into her ribs. Lisa then shoots for another kick but Kalis catches her leg and pulls her in for a Capture Suplex, backing her up along the apron to put the rail behind him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is it!

Kalis lifts her off the ground and snaps back, but Lisa holds onto the ropes and then shoots up a knee into his gut, just enough to break his grip and send him away. They then both drop to a knee, looking shot, but Jeremy Gold picks up the pace again, pushing Kalis off to the floor and out of harms way, before unloading on Lisa with a series of Open-hand Slaps to the face.

BUBBA J: Jeremy Gold going Ape Shit.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He must be sucked on so much coke right now.

Gold unleashes every shot with an unholy scream, finishing with one before backing up along the apron. He stamps his foot.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No way…

After three he leaps forward for the Golden Ticket, but Lisa steps in past it and rattles his brain with a huge Roundhouse Kick that leaves him rocked, out on his feet and slowly tipping forward off the apron. Lisa however catches him under arm, cradling his head and leg.

BUBBA J: Yes yes! Mess that kike up!

Lisa centres herself on the ring apron above the rail before pushing Gold up, Olympic Slam style, and spinning him around in front of her as she leaps off the apron. The fans are agasp then as she kicks up her legs and points Gold straight down to the earth, offering him no protection whatsoever as she cracks his head off the rail, which buckles and then yields to the impact, bending it in two around them as they plummet to the floor. The fans leap to the feet in shock.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa with the Tequila Slammer off the apron, through a fucking guardrail and then down into the floor.

BUBBA J: Tequila Slammer number 6 if you wanna be picky.

The fans are in awe. Cheers and screams as Lisa peels herself out of the wreckage, leaving Gold in a crippled and twisted mess amongst the steel. The referee dives in to check, but it’s clear he’s gone and the X is thrown up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gold is out. This match is over and he is seriously hurt.

EMTs flood the scene as Lisa backs out to safety, moving off to the ramp where she runs into Anna Mathews, who happens to be holding all the belts. Meanwhile Kalis finds himself in the ring, looking down into the wreckage as EMTs do their best to extract Gold safely. He then looks toward Lisa, a cold and grim stare masking his face, as Lisa answers back with a pleasant smile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like these two didn’t settle anything tonight.

BUBBA J: Can’t wait to see them go at it again. Mostly because I love watching him get his shit fucked up.

Kalis points Lisa down and shoots her a few words, but Lisa replies by lifting both titles high above her head. Meanwhile Anna has an arm around her neck and a title of her own. The AoWF IC title in fact… which is odd but so is she, so let’s just go with it.

We jump backstage, post main event, where Marvin Humperdink whose name is really dorky and stupid is standing by with Lisa Seldon and Anna Mathews. To her credit Lisa looks a little messed up, but she is messed up so let’s just go with it. Other than that, they look giddy.

Marvin Humperdink : I’m standing by with Rebel Pro and AoWF World Champion Lisa Seldon.

ANNA MATHEWS: And me~!

Marvin Humperdink : Now, a great back and forth contest, but did you really have to do that to Jeremy Gold?

Lisa looks confused.

LISA SELDON: Fuck yeah I did. I promised to go out there, do what I do. And what I do is mess up faces and ruin bone structures.

Marvin Humperdink goes to talk some more but Lisa snatches the mic out of his hand.

LISA SELDON: Beating Kalis again doesn’t do shit for me and I knew I could bait them into the fight I wanted, which is exactly why I had Anna here for backup.

For good measure she grabs Anna by the head and tussles her hair. What wonderful friends they might be.

LISA SELDON: Because not only can I beat Kalis, but I can stomp on every single person he knows, just because. And now, maybe next time we get together, he’ll actually give me a reason to care.

Lisa Seldon then tosses the mic aside and moves off, Anna already halfway down the hall, shouting something about being AoWF Champions of everything in her strange broken English. Unfortunately Lisa doesn’t get away so smoothly, and walks right into Marina Blue.

MARINA BLUE: Oh… hey.

LISA SELDON: Hey…

A really vicious and painful silence follows. Suddenly things are very awkward.

MARINA BLUE: So… I guess you saw the video then.

Lisa looks both ways. Her horribly pale skin blushes ridiculously.

LISA SELDON: Why yes I did, and I’d love to talk more, but I have to leave now because, well… now because this is really awkward or anything, but for a whole other reason altogether.

Lisa then rushes passed Marina and off out of shot. Seeing some serious emotional human interest on the horizon, Marvin Humperdink barrels in.

Marvin Humperdink : So Marina, looks like you were just shot down by Lisa Seldon. Anything to say on that.

Marina, rather than answering, shoots him a look – not at all a happy one – sale of cialis and then leaves rather purposeful.

Marvin Humperdink : Well, looks like there are a lot of issues on the horizon for the stars of Rebel Pro. So join us next week for another exciting edition of Rebel Pro with Danger Zone!

Aggression 5-20-2011

Let Me In Damn IT

As we arrive outside the “arena” for tonight’s Rebel Pro taping, we find Lisa Seldon and Alexis Sykes currently in deep conversation with two security guards. Or at least Lisa is, Alexis cares about getting into a Rebel Pro show as she apparently does about all her friends feelings. Interestingly enough, that’s why we’re here.

SECURIY GUARD: I’m sorry ma’am, but this is the south. We take people that die and come back to life three days later very seriously.

LISA SELDON: Is this a Tru Blood joke or a Jesus joke or a –

She shakes her head.

LISA SELDON: No! Look, I don’t even care. I have all the big shiny belts which means you need to get the fuck out of my way.

The rather large security guy scratches the back of his neck.

LISA SELDON: Do I look dead to you?

Despite the fact that her incredibly pale complexion gives him flashbacks of the corpse down by the swimmin’ hole he poked with a stick, he decides to shake his head no.

SECURITY GUARD: Look ma’am you’re obviously very much alive and your belts are very shiny, but we were told Lisa Seldon died in a horrible accident I don’t want to talk about in case my good Christian mother is watching and so not to let in anyone bearing her name as they were probably crazed fans.

Lisa pouts very angrily. It’s clear she’s not walking away.

SECURITY GUARD: If you want I can radio inside to –

Apparently she does not want him to radio anyone and would rather punch him in the throat, which she does, and after a few moments of choking he crumples in a heap. The second much quieter, much luckier security guard takes a step forward and then mercifully back when Alexis gets in between them. Despite this, Lisa makes a number of threatening arm gestures.

LISA SELDON: Yeah. Who’s dead now various motherfuckers? Who’s dead now?

ALEXIS SYKES: Now now, let’s be reasonable.

Alexis gives Lisa a rather disingenuous pat on the shoulder as Lisa ploughs a kick into the guard’s ribs.

LISA SELDON: Fuck are we doing employing security guards anyway? You guys never keep out anyone. I had to deal with Simon fucking Kalis every fucking week because of fucks like you doing an awful job of security guarding.

Lisa jumps down on top of the man and begins hammering him with punches.

LISA SELDON: And Rayn! Fucking Emily Corlen! And Marxx that one week!

She punctuates every shot with another punch, spraying blood and teeth in various directions.

LISA SELDON: And you’re always fucking late anytime a fight breaks out. Like you’ve conveniently got shit to do every time Project X throws a guy with cancer off a stage.

Alexis, having decided the representative for the entire security guard profession has probably had enough and starts trying to pry her off. As someone notorious for stabbing people in the face with cutlery, she’s always been thankful for their poor reaction time and willingness to get fucked up for small amounts of pay.

LISA SELDON: Why the fuck did you board up my office door back in the PWA douchebags! That didn’t even make sense!

Lisa Seldon, most of the way off him, manages to flatten his nose into a rather fine smear before being dragged into toward the building.

LISA SELDON: This is all your fault you know. And you’re totally next.

ALEXIS SYKES: I know, I know.

The second security guard finally moves in on what’s left of his friend. They never sue either. Maybe they take an oath.

Violet Harper vs Matthew Kurtis

This match was a David versus Goliath type of brawl booked by Larry Gordon because Violet wanted tougher opponents to face here in Rebel Pro. Larry promised a tougher opponent and he delivered with Matthew Kurtis, former Carolinas Champion and former Tag Team Champion as well. Matthew dominated in the early going having fun with the much smaller Violet Harper. Matthew nailed Violet with his big near seven feet right hands, lifting her up for a couple of double choke lifts, then a Bluegrass chokeslam for a two count, but Violet managed to kick out to keep the match going. Matthew hit a swinging neckbreaker off the ropes for another count of two, but Violet couldn’t or just wouldn’t go down like that. Violet tried to really fight back, but Matthew’s size and strength was just too much for her as he hit her with a vertical suplex that caused the ring to shake violently upon the impact with her flesh meeting the canvas. Matthew went for a third cover, but Violet managed to once again throw her shoulder up and prevent a win for the largest Kurtis Family member. Matthew then pulled Violet up to her feet, but Ms. Harper nailed him in the knee with the heel of her boot catching him off-guard them stood him straight up with an European uppercut. Matthew was stunned and rubbing his jaw when Violet came off the top rope with a missile dropkick to his crotch that sent the biggest Kurtis in the corner in a seated position. Violet then went

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Winner: Violet Harper 12:34

Klondike Recycles

After the match finishes, Megavision starts to flicker..and come to life….

The scene is Art’s Scrap Yard & Salvage, a scrap yard on the outskirts of town, and seen is a lot of scrap metal and old recycled cars and other vehicles. From just off he screen a voice is heard.

“Welcome to a place I know all too well, or at least a place very similar to this place…”
Walking into the shot is Kris Klondike, wearing his familiar blue jean jacket and fade blue jeans.

“Tell me what do you see, what is the most common thing in a place like this, do you know…? Just thinks about it. What do you see here.. well let me tell you.. old rusty metal, looking for a second chance… looking to become renewed… looking for that possibility to become something totally different.”

Klondike now fixes the collar on his jacket… and smiles into the camera.

“Now look here..what do you see,,, someone who had some rust, but now has the chance to refashion himself into something new, something totally different.. yes I had some rust and needed a few matches to get that worked off. Just now I am showing what I can become here in REBEL, a little polish and sweat and now I am ready.. ready to start my climb. I know the past few matches have not been against some of the top rungs of the ladder, but now I have made my way up…and now looking for the next step… who is it gonna be… ??

Klondike now kicks some metal on the ground.. picks up a piece and shows it to the camera…

“See…all this here metal will someday get that chance… to become whatever…but now is my chance to become what I haven’t been yet….!!”

Megavision now goes dark..

Emily Corlen vs Marina Blue

The match between Emily Corlen and Marina started off kind of slow, with both circling each other and Emily yelling out insults to Marina as they circled. They finally locked up, Marina getting Emily in a side headlock. Marina went for a bulldog, but Emily was able to counter with an atomic drop then a clothesline to get the first real offense of the match. Emily would then go on to rock Marina’s World with “Boom Headshot(chick kick) that had Marina wondering if she was still in an Adult video or in a wrestling ring. Emily went for a spear, but Marina was just toying with her, or was she? Anyways Marina lifted a knee into Emily’s jaw that spun her over and onto her back. Marina nailed a springboard moonsault from the top rope, but managed only a two count before Emily got a shoulder up. The men in the crowd really loved when Marina did her springboard moonsault and yelled at her for one more time, she obliged. However, it would be her undoing as she flipped back she moonsaulted Emily’s knees instead hurting her ribs and knocking the breath right out of her. Emily whipped her back first into the corner and worked over both sides of her ribs with her knees showing the fierceness of Johnny Maverick in an MMA style match. Marina fired a right hand that did buy her some time, but when she went for a Russian Leg Sweep, Emily countered with a throat thrust and a very devastating DDT onto the canvas. Emily went for a pin, but only managed a count of two as Marina is a bit tougher than that to put away for good. Emily lifted Marina up, but Blue managed a roll up for a two and three quarter count, barely missing a surprise win. As both women got back up to their feet, Marina lashed out with a superkick, but Emily ducked under and somehow nailed Marina with The Catalyst for the cover and the win.

Winner: “The Emerald Phoenix” Emily Corlen 11:19

Violet Turns Gordon Red
Top of Form 1
Backstage at the Aggression Arena here in Durham. Once again, an RPW camera crew is following rookie talent Violet Harper down the hallway. Voiceover from our lovely commentators come into play.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It appears one of our cameramen is a pervert, Bubba.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but he’s got a good reason. She’s all kinds of fine, Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know, she’s not my type. Too violent.

BUBBA J: Well more for me I s’pose.

Violet turns around and gives the camera a big smile. She knocks on the door she has stopped at; once again, it is the office of Larry Gordon.

Larry Gordon: Come in!

Violet, dressed to impress with a low cut blouse and a black skirt, walks into the office, closing the door behind her. Larry’s eyes widen.

Larry Gordon: Miss Harper!

Larry stands, motioning Violet to have a seat. She complies, and sits down crossing her left leg over her right. She leans forward a bit to shake hands with Larry as he sits down.

Larry Gordon: What can I do ya for, Miss Harper? I mean… how can I help you?

Larry turns red. It was an honest mistake, we’re sure she knows that.

Violet Harper: Larry, I find myself coming back to your office in the similar fashion that I did last week. Once again, you have put someone in front of me that wasn’t prepared for it and once again I have made short work of the competition. I understand you thought Matthew Kurtis would be some sort of challenge for me, seeing as how he has had previous success here and he’s a Kurtis.

Larry Gordon: All of the above, Miss Harper. The Kurtis family is a legacy here in RPW, and they’re not to be taken lightly.

Violet Harper: I agree.

She brushes her hair back. Larry is practically drooling at the mouth, but trying to remain somewhat professional. It’s almost cute. Almost.

Violet Harper: I was hopin’ next week you might…step up your game?

She leans forward with a seductive look on her face.

Larry Gordon: *gulp* I can… I can try, Miss Harper. You know I’m a fair man, and everyone here who comes to RPW has to prove themselves over several weeks of consistent effort and success. We are not just your average promotion; we are a serious business with some serious talent.

Violet smiles, and Larry can barely take it.

Violet Harper: I appreciate that, I do. I have no problems doing that, like I said last week. But, I’m hoping you step up your game, darling, and I hope that you give me someone that I can talk good about after I defeat them. All three men you’ve thrown my way have had their pride and bodies maimed on my account. I’m only suggesting you give me a opponent that wants to win and dominate as badly as I do.

Larry pauses for a moment, seemingly having a good idea come to mind.

Larry Gordon: I think I know what you mean, Miss Harper. I will touch base with you tomorrow about your opponent for next week. I think you are going to find what you are looking for, dear.

Violet leans back in her chair, a big smile on her face.

Violet Harper: Thank you, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Now…please…is there ANYTHING else I can help you with?

Larry gives her a smile for a chance, and manages to hide some of the drool.

Violet Harper: We’ll just keep it one thing at a time, Larry. Thank you for your help and the opportunity to compete here.

She gives him a wink, and gets up from her chair. Larry hated to see her go, but loves to watch her leave. Cut back to ringside.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s just despicable. She’s got Larry wrapped around her little finger, all because you and him think she’s the hottest woman on the planet.

BUBBA J: I wouldn’t say that, but goddamn she’s a fine piece of work. Maybe if she keeps on winning, she’s gonna need a real opponent here soon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like who? Ace Olen?

BUBBA J: Pfft, I was talkin’ about myself. No way Ace gets the chance to get in the ring with that young pretty thing over me.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Despicable, Bubba.

BUBBA J: This is Rebel Pro, Mikey. I figured you’d be used to it by now.

We can hear Bubba laughing as the next match is about to start.

Hostile vs Chad Kurtis
Non-title

This non-title match started off with both men performing the traditional collar and elbow lock up in the center of the ring, but Chad ducking under after a minute or so to nail Hostile in the back with a knee to the kidneys before rolling him up from behind with a forward roll for a quick pin attempt that only netted him a 2 count. Hostile got back up to his feet, but Chad was there with a superkick, Hostile ducking under and plowing Chad with a spear to the groin and Chad was in major trouble here. Hostile mounted Chad with a Lou Thesz press and just pretty much beat the hell out of Chad with punch after punch before finishing it off with a massive headbutt to Chad that busted or broke his nose, I’m not sure but maybe we’ll find out next week. Hostile grabbed a hand full of blood and smeared it on his face like war paint before lifting Chad up for a vertical suplex, but Kurtis managed to fall down behind him with an inverted DDT for a count of two. Chad then got back up quickly bouncing off the ropes with a baseball slide, rolling Hostile out of the ring. Chad launched himself over the top rope with a suicide dive plancha that sent Hostile into the railing. Chad then proceeded to whip Hostile into the ringpost, but Hostile managed a reversal and Chad kissed the steel instead. Hostile lifted him up, but Chad nailed an uppercut to Hostile’s little demon and Hostile turned a bit green even through the red of Chad’s blood. Chad with a swinging neckbreaker took Hostile down on the outside before lifting Hostile up and dropping him face first on the apron. Chad then smashed Hostile’s face into the Announcers’ table before Bubba J warned him to get that shit back in the ring. Chad just stared at Bubba J long enough to give Hostile time to nail him with a low blow of his own. Hostile lifted Chad up, dropping him throat first across the table. Bubba J had had enough though and wanted into the action. Bubba J and Hostile beat Chad down, but it wasn’t long before Matthew Kurtis came down to ringside to help his brother out from the double team. Hostile went after Matthew nailing him with a steel chair, but Matthew was pissed off about his loss earlier and wanted revenge on someone, so him and Hostile brawled in the ring; the much smaller Hostile holding his own. Back on the outside Bubba J was throwing right after right into Chad’s face and laughing as he did so. Bubba J kicked Chad in the gut as he was aiming for the TPT, but Chad put his nuts in a vice and squeezed, halting Bubba J’s plans for the night and sent him through the announce table with a spinebuster. Chad rolled back in the ring asHostile was getting up after hitting the New Jersey Head Shot on Matthew. Hostile spun around and Chad with a CK Finale put him down for the count and win.

Winner: Chad Kurtis 14:41

Let Me Be Heard!

“I’m A Rebel hits up in the speakers as the crowd is pumped from the Main Event of the evening and perhaps wondering about the reprocussions of the interference by Bubba J and Matthew Kurtis? Maybe they are cheering because this could mean a title shot for “The Show”? Who really knows, but they are still cheering as Gordon steps through the ropes, red faced and thumping at his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gordon not looking so good here, much like your face Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Shut up Mikey before I grind your face into a pound of ground fuck.

Mikey laughs at the obscerdity of Bubba J’s words. Gordon receives a mic from the lovely Jenny Jersey as he once again thumps his chest. The live mic picks up his labored breathing as he paces and does his best to regain his breath, which he manages to do in short work.

“Rebel Pro fans!”

The fans explode from the cheap pop, but no one cares, they still love Rebel Pro and would cheer if a dog barked Rebel Pro somehow. Gordon nods and walks around the ring slowly, he doesn’t want to get over excited.

“First of all, hope you all enjoyed the show tonight and let me say that… Chad! Due to your defeat of Hostile here tonight, you’ll be receiving your Aggression Title shot next month!”

Wow! The fans jump for joy at this development and can’t believe their luck

“You’ll be receiving it at…”

He looks around a smile on his extremely red face.

“Danger Zone!”

He begins to pant heavily, his breath coming out in a wheezing gasp. The mans hear this, but think its just because of the excitement of the moment.

“I was successful in obtaining the Danger Zone name from Mr. Blazenwing on Havok and in turn it will be hosted on June 3, 2011 in…”

He pauses a second.

“In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania as the first show on our National tour!”

He stumbles, holding at his chest, again though the fans think he’s just playing up the part.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gordon… don’t look so good.

BUBBA J: He’s just hamming it up, the asshole.

Gordon manages to catch his breath, white lines form around his lips.

“That’s right, Rebel Pro will be going on a National Tour to promote our new National Television deal that starts on June 3, 2011!”

He nods, trying to remain calm.

“The first show will be the Danger Zone pay per view show, but here is the best treat of all fans, the show will be free to anyone who can enter the code “Rebel Pro” for the gift purchase amount.”

He nods again.
“But as awesome as that is… I do have one other announcement to give you all for being so good to us as we dominated the South with Rebel Pro action…”

One more time Gordon thumps his chest in obvious pain. He holds up a hand stalling for a moment.

“Next… week…”

He calms himself, taking deep breaths.

“Next week… Lisa Seldon, Rebel Pro World Champion will be defending her title against… the #1 Contender… Simon Kalis!”

The fans roar, the moment they’ve all been waiting for all night, the rumor is true, all of the rumors are true! They jump up as Larry Gordon falls down in the center of the ring. The loud cheering immediately drops to a hushed murmer as Gordon isn’t moving in the center of the ring. You can’t even tell if he is breathing and the fans are now extremely silent as Paramedics rush down to the ring carrying a stretcher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit.

BUBBA J: Lets go.

Mikey Massacre and Bubba J hop up from their chairs and immediately remove the bottom rope from the far side of the ring as the medics get Gordon up onto the board.

The crowd is still hushed as Bubba J and Mikey help lift the large Larry Gordon from the ring and onto the stretcher. As Aggression fades away, the crowd silent, we watch as the paramedics roll Larry Gordon backstage.

Rozdale, Aidan

Aidan Rozdale

Height & Weight: 6’8” & 275 lbs.

Hometown: Charlotte, North Carolina

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Entrance Music: “Tubular Hell” by Van Helsing’s Curse

Style: Well-Rounded

Five Favorite Moves:
1. Ballistic Punches,
2. Flying Clothesline,
3. Spinebuster,
4. Chokeslam,
5. Tombstone Piledriver

Finisher: The Vanishing (Primary)(Last Ride), Eradication (High-Profile Matches Only, Ensures Victory)(Burning Hammer)

BIO: An Oxford psychology major and formerly discharged FBI agent, Aidan Rozdale is now a private investigator specializing in the field of the

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throwing wild rights and lefts in hopes of getting Kris a dollar shot worth of nickel knocks, but Kris was able to use some technical ability by grabbing Bobby Lee and hip tossing him to the canvas. It was pretty much over from there as Kris went to town with stomps, kicks, and dominated much of the rest of the match. Kris would go on to deliver a snap suplex, vertical suplex, and a series of rolling German suplexes all around the ring. Bobby Lee popped back up to his feet, but anyone could tell that he was just out on his feet and had no idea where he was at as he stumbled around the Rebel Pro ring.Kris went in for a shoulder block, but by luck Bobby Lee managed to deliver a DDT for a count of two, and he seemed to be like a robot as he pulled Kris back up and whipped him into the ropes. Kris came back though and nailed Bobby Lee in the face with a running boot sending the Miller Trailer Park native back down to the canvas. Kris then pulled Lee back up, whipping him into the ropes before coming off with a flying clothesline and completing the combo off with a foot stomp onto Bobby Lee’s face busting his nose. Kris then lifted Bobby Lee up, delivering the Big Timber for the pin and the win.

Winner: Kris Klondike 8:19
Bobby Lee then rolled out of the ring, heading backstage while Kris Klondike stood in the center of the ring celebrating his victory.

“I’m A Rebel” picks up in the speakers as from the back to a big ovation here in the Aggression Arena comes Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Larry climbs up the steps and into the ring, carrying a cardboard box wrapped in plain red paper. Receiving a microphone from the ever lovely Jenny Jersey, he begins to speak.

“What a opening match, huh?!”

The fans like Kris ok, so they give a modest cheer.

“Well, don’t blame Kris or Bobby as Mr. Lee is still learning the ropes here in the wrestling business.”

He shrugs.

“But anyways, I’ve got a surprise for Mr. Lee, him being dedicated and all to becoming a great… ok, a decent wrest… alright a person who doesn’t scream every time he gets punched…”

The crowd laughs.

“So for his dedication and determination, I’ve got him something that he will hold with pride until he can crawl out of from where he is and relenquish the hold…”

Bobby Lee steps from the back, looking a bit hesitant as he makes his way down to the ring. Bobby Lee steps through the ropes and up to Larry who holds out the box.

“Go ahead and open it Bobby.”

Bobby Lee rips the wrapping off the box, then unfolds the lid to reveal…

LEE: “YESSSSSS!”

Gordon smiles as Bobby Lee pulls out a Championship title belt, holding it up high for the entire crowd here in the arena and at home watching to see. It is a Wrestling Title belt made of not the finest stuff, but still a Championship to anyone who wants to hold it.

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Bobby Lee looks down at the buckle, a bit confused.

LARRY GORDON: “The Curtain Jerker Championship!”

The crowd are a bit confused, but Bobby Lee is just happy.

LARRY GORDON: “You will keep this title until the time in which you stop being in the opening match and move up the ranks. Until that time, you will be known as the Curtain Jerker Champion!”

Bobby Lee doesn’t care as he jumps with joy and pleasure, the crowd getting into the spirit of things give him an ovation.

“I’m A Rebel” hits back up and both men make their way to the backstage area.

Violet and Jaice started off this battle with the traditional collar and elbow, but Violet was able to get behind Jaice and pull him back towards the ropes. Violet nailed a springboard bulldog to take Jaice down to the canvas. After that move though, Jaice was able to rebound and counter wrestle with Violet as both exchanged hold after hold, Violet showing off the training she learned at the Frontline Academy to perfection. Jaice managed a hurricanrana, but Violet countered with a powerbomb that got her a two count about a quarter of the way through the match. Violet then hit a shining wizard following it up with an Asai Moonsault for another count of two. Violet poured on the offense hitting a bicycle kick, but Jaice managed to avoid a second Shining Wizard with a roll out of the way. Violet had landed hard giving viagra levitra cialis Jaice time to mount some offense for a change. Jaice hit a swinging neckbreaker before climbing up top with a front flipping knee drop onto Violet’s chest. Jaice rolled on through to the ropes before bouncing off, leaping over Violet then hitting a lionsault for a count of two. Jaice hit a Whisper in the Wind and a frogsplash for another count of two, but Violet showed her determination to win by kicking out. Jaice went for another neckbreaker, but Violet turned it around hitting one of her own. Violet then hit “Purple Haze” for the pin and the win.

Winner: Violet Harper 14:01

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Winner: Ace Olen 14:53

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~Megavision~

The scene opens up in a hallway with rookie talent Violet Harper leading the way. Of course, the view from behind is
nice, but from the front is just as good. Harper turns to her right and knocks on a door, the office of Larry Gordon.

Larry Gordon: Enter!

Violet opens the door, walking in.

Larry Gordon: Ah, Miss Harper! How are you tonight?

She smiles at him.

Violet Harper: Just fine, Mr. Gordon.

Harper takes a seat, crossing her left leg over her right. She’s in a fancy skirt and a tight top, her hair a little wet still from the shower she probably just had after a good fight tonight.

Violet Harper: Larry – can I call you Larry?

Larry Gordon: Yes…ma’am.

Larry’s eyes wander, but Violet clears her throat. Larry returns his eyes to hers.

Violet Harper: Since I’m clearly superior to any curtain-jerking talent you have around here..

Larry Gordon: Ah yes, you did a 30 mg cialis good job tonight against Jaice, but he is a tough fighter and I’d hardly call him a curtain-jerker.

Violet Harper: Well, agree to disagree on that, Larry. He was in poor form, and I made him pay dearly for it..

Violet brushes her hair back.

Violet Harper: What I would like next Friday night… is a real opponent. I don’t care who it is. I’m not asking to face the champions of your company yet, Mr. Gordon. I’m well aware I have to earn those opportunities first.

Larry Gordon: I’ll consider your request, Miss Harper. Rebel has a lot of talent here in the locker rooms, and whomever you face next week you are going to learn from and only better yourself as a competitor here and in the community.

Violet gives Larry a smile.

Violet Harper: Of course, Larry. I suppose I feel I’m ready to face a little more experienced fighters in your grand company.

Larry Gordon: I appreciate that. Like I said, I will take it under consideration. You’ve certainly done a fine job in your first two matches, and I hope you keep it up. I see a lot of potential in you.

Harper gives him another gorgeous smile, and he nearly melts. She gets up from her chair.

Violet Harper: Thank you, Larry.

They shake hands, and Violet leaves the office. Larry’s eyes are glued to you-know-where, and we cut back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Damn that’s a fine piece of woman. If she wants a finer opponent next week, I’d like to put my hat in the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Calm down, Bubba. You’re practically foaming at the mouth.

Bubba wipes away the drool and we go into the next match.

Before the match, Jenny Jersey announced that the following match would be for Contendership, in which the winner would be receiving a World Title Shot at the June Supershow and the other superstar would be receiving an Aggression Title shot in the near future. The Main Event started off calm with traditional wrestling in the center of the ring, Justin Cse matching Simon hold for hold. Both men were surprised at the other’s knowledge and ability in the ring, but Simon being the AOWF superstar that he is quickly escalated the battle into the hardcore that is Rebel Pro. Simon began to press his advantage, but Justin Case was trying to be a gentlemen in the ring, but noticing that he was falling behind quickly began to fight much like Simon did with a few heelish cheap shots viagra 3 free pills thrown in to get the advantage back on his side of the fence. Justin hit a Northern Lights suplex onto a steel chair that temporarily had Simon down for a two count, but Simon was able to get a shoulder up just before three and continue. Case whipped him into the ropes, but Simon reversed it while bringing up a knee into Case’s http://cialispillsforsale-onlinerx.com/ midsection doubling him over. Simon went for a neckbreaker off the ropes, but Justin countered with a spinebuster onto the dented chair. Justin went outside and received some water and weapons from his manager such as a table, and another chair from the Timekeeper’s table. Justin rolled back into the ring, but Simon was getting back up to his feet. Case swung the chair, but Simon parrayed the blow with a shot from his own chair sending vibrations down both mens’ arms. Justin dropped his chair, but Simon did as well. They finally locked up again with a collar and elbow tie up, but Justin, thanks to the head shot of Simon eariler forced Simon back until he was able to go behind into a rear waistlock. Simon seemed to be waiting for this though, reaching back and falling forward with a stunner. Simon rolled up to his feet and pointed to Bubba J who promptly shot him a bird, but Simon http://viagraonline-canadianpharma.com/ returned the one finger salute in kind. Simon lifted Justin up, delivering Rememberence just to send Case back down to the http://generic-cialisonlinerxno.com/ canvas. Simon went up top for an elbow drop, but Case was able to move out of the way. Case pressed his advantage for the moment by hitting The Benchmark for a count of two. Justin went on to hit a belly to belly suplex, but instead of going for a cover took the time to mock a Simon Kalis fan at ringside, grabbing some huge ku pharmacy heat for his effort. Justin went over to pick Simon up, but out of nowhere Simon locked/hit SDS(Sudden Defeat Syndrome for the one, two, and three totally catching Justin Casee by surprise.

Winner: Simon Kalis 23:19

After the match, two things happened similtaneously. Bubba J and Hostile came into 10mg cialis the ring, Simon being turned celebrating and watching Hostile step through the ropes. Hostile charged after Justin, which caught Simon by surprise, until Bubba J spun him around, flicked him the finger, and hit the Trailer Park Trash(stunner) on him leaving him out cold on the canvas. Bubba J stood up, as Hostile leaped from the top rope, Bubba J hurriedly laying the chair over Justin’s face as Hostile hit the New Jersey Head Shot. Bubba J and Hostile stood up tall in the ring both saying their actions is because of Vincent Black’s suspension and it’ll happen each week until he is back in action.

Barbed Wire Massacre 2011 5/6/2011

Bobby Lee vs Violet Harper

The bell rang starting off the first match for Violet Harper, but Bobby Lee seemed to have prepared for this and the insulting words that Ms. Harper had to say. Bobby hit her in the face with a right hand before spinning around nailing her in the midsection with a back kick. Bobby couldn’t believe himself and the fact he was actually getting offense as he threw his hands up in celebration. Violet leaped from the middle rope, arm dragging Bobby down to the canvas where she locked on a submission hold, grinning wildly as she got the advantage over Bobby Lee, the Rebel Pro curtain jerker extraoordinaire! Violet pulled back on the wrist, causing Bobby’s elbow to bend the wrong way and he screamed out in tremendous pain. However Bobby Lee took his free fist and managed to somehow get up on his knees and punch Violet right in her crotch. Bubba J had something vulgar to say(A bleep shot) or something like that, but it was enough to get Violet off of him and release the submission hold. Bobby Lee got back up to his feet, stomping down on her face before rolling out of the ring and back in with a barbed wire kendo stick. Bobby then dropped it as Violet seemed to be crying in the corner, Bobby couldn’t handle that so he dropped the stick.

Bobby Lee went over, but Violet kicked him right in the crotch before leaping up to her feet with a saddistic smile. Violet whipped Bobby into the ropes then hit a succession of high flying moves mixing it in with some technical wrestling as well. The moves included a springboard dropkick, springboard backfist, roundhouse kick, savate kick, other kicks, and an arm trap suplex that was enough for the two count. However Bobby Lee managed to get the advantage back when he nailed her with the kendo stick, the prongs sticking into her flesh and releasing a small bit of blood to trickle down her face. Bobby Lee couldn’t believe it, but for that fact neither could Violet as she looked at the blood covering her hand. Bobby Lee continued the offense with a kick to the gut, neckbreaker, leg drop, and knee drop to the face. Bobby Lee held the kendo stick up, over Violet’s head, but she had her face covered like a helpless girl. Bobby Lee hesitated and it cost him. Violet shot her hand up, grabbing and yanking on Bobby’s junk that would double any man over in pain. Violet then went to work on offense using all of the barbed wire at her disposal. Violet hit the Purple Haze on Bobby Lee after she wipped him into the ropes showing off her athleticism.

Winner: Violet Harper 11:32

~Megavision~

We cut backstage to have Larry Gordon’s office come into view, the office door open and Gordon on the phone at his right hand.

“Yes, I want the belt with the red leather… well you can make it pleather strap.”

He waits, jotting down a note.

“And a gold plated plastic buckle will do just fine as well, nothing too expensive.”

He waits.

“I just knew to come to you with this because you are the best in the business with designs.”

He makes some agreeing sounds(uh huh, mmmm, etc).

“Alright, I’ll look for the belt to come in by next Aggression then?”

He pauses again, flipping shut the notepad.

“Great, thanks Ralph.”

{fade to ringside}

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

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper hits the speakers as Kris Klondike appears from behind the curtain to a moderate pop from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Campbell River, British Columbia, standing at six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred eighty one pounds, he his Kris Klondike!

Kris climbs into the ring to await his opponent. And he doesn’t have to wait long before Black Flag’s “Slip it in” hits the speakers and the crowd (at least all the men in the crowd) goes nuts.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, hailing from North Hollywood, California, standing at five foot three and weighing in at one hundred twenty three pounds, Marina Blue!

Marina comes bouncing out from the back wearing a tight candy striper outfit much to the delight of every male (and more than a few of the women) in attendance. Marina carefully slides into the ring, doing her best to avoid the barbed wire and starts pandering to the crowd. Allen Stone calls for the bell.

BUBBA J: I sure do like her outfit.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d have to say that I agree with you there.
Ding, ding.

And Kris Klondike immediately goes on the offensive with a clothesline. No, Marina counters with low dropkick to the knee sending Kris down to one knee. Marina follows up quickly with a shining wizard but the man from Campbell River doesn’t fall. Marina presses on with another dropkick to the back of the head that sends the much bigger Kris Klondike down. Marina climbs to the top rope and launches herself into a corkscrew senton that lands squarely across the back of Kris.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Marina showing everyone that she still has what it takes to compete here in REBEL Pro.

BUBBA J: There’s only one thing I want Marina to show me, and it has nothing to do with wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You are a depraved man.

Marina heads outside and grabs herself a spool of barbed wire and slides back into the ring before unraveling the wire and wrapping it around Klondike’s neck. Klondike manages to get his hand in between his neck and the lethal wire but not before being torn open just under his chin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And the blood starts flowing early in this one. No surprises there.

BUBBA J: Shut it would ya. The match is just getting good.

Marina is pulling hard on the barbed wire trying to choke Klondike out but the big man is hanging in there and trying to get to his feet. Kris gets to one knee, then to both knees. He makes it to a vertical base with Marina literally hanging off his back still trying to choke him out with the wire. Klondike lunges back and drives Marina into the barbed wire covered ropes, forcing her to release the wire induced choke hold. Kris turns to face the lovely Miss Blue just in time to block a hurricanrana attempt and counters with a powerbomb onto the barbed wire ropes. Klondike waists no time before capitalizing with a soccer kick to the ribs that sends Marina to the outside.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Klondike showing his testicular fortitude here tonight.

Klondike heads out of the ring in pursuit of Marina, stopping briefly to grab a chair wrapped in, yup, more barbed wire. He lines up his shot… THWACK! Klondike brings the chair down across the back of Marina Blue; the barbs lacerating her skin through her clothing. Klondike raises the chair for another shot… THWACK! He brings it down to the back of Marina’s skull, laying her out flat. Kris picks Marina up with a gorilla press before dropping her levitra cialis viagra comparison throat first on the top rope. Marina now bleeding profusely from her neck and back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The ref might want to get in there and call the match before Marina gets seriously hurt.

BUBBA J: I always knew you were a pussy. This match is just getting real good.

Klondike rolls Marina into the ring and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Marina kicks out with surprizing authority showing she is far from out. Klondike shakes is head in both surprize and admiration that this girl still has some fight in her. But he doesn’t stall long before landing a series of huge elbow drops followed by another cover.

One…

Tw… No! Marina kicks out again!

Klondike pulls her to her feet and sends her into the corner before coming in with an avalanche splash. No! Marina moves out of the way at the last moment causing Klondike to land full force against the barbed wire covered turnbuckles. Marina gets behind the big man and rolls him up with a schoolboy pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout by Kris.

Both combatants back on their feet. Both covered in blood. And both are smiling. With a quick nod of mutual respect they move in for an elbow and collar tie up. Marina with a quick duck behind nails Klondike in the upper thigh with an angle kick that causes the big man to wince just slightly. Marina with another kick to the leg; and another one that has him limping. Marina now with repeated forearms to the face that rocks the big man back against the barbed wire covered ropes. Blue with a boot to the gut that doubles Klondike over… DDT! COVER!

One…

Two…

Thr… No!

Shoulder up!

Marina goes to the outside again to grab yet another barbed wire wrapped weapon; in this case a crutch. She rolls back into the ring only to find Kris Klondike on his feet and coming at her with a monstrous big boot that turns her inside out. Klondike grabs the crutch and pushes it down across her throat. Marina is fading fast and with a desperation move spits blood into the eyes of her opponent causing him to release the choke and stumble backwards. Marina slow to get back to her feet while Klondike tries to clear the blood from his eyes. Marina grabs the crutch and brings it down hard against Kris Klondike’s skull. Marina winds up again and swings for all she’s worth but Klondike manages to duck out of the way before hitting her with a wild get-maker. Klondike quickly scooped her onto his shoulder… Big Timber!

The Cover!

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! This one is over!

Ding, ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, Kris Klondike!

“The Monster Is Loose” by Meat Loaf begins to fade into the arena as the bell sounds and Jenny Jersey speaks.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is a triple-threat match, scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, standing six-foot, eleven-inches and weighing in at three-hundred pounds, from Wickliffe, Kentucky — “The Bluegrass Badass” — MATTHEW… KURTIS!!!!!

Matthew Kurtis steps from the entranceway and slowly makes his way to the ring. After entering, he plays to the crowd until his music begins to fade.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“The Final Countdown” by Europe plays throughout the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing six-foot tall, weighing two-hundred and thirty pounds, from Orlando, Florida — “The Phoenix” — ROB… ROBINSON!!!

The Phoenix steps into the arena to a mixed reaction, making his way to the ring. Climbing the stairs and stepping through the ropes, he plays to the crowd and warms up as the music fades.

“Homecoming” by Kanye West blares into the arena and Simon Kalis emerges from the entrance to a standing ovation.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent, standing six-foot and three-inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada — “The Last Superstar” — SIMON… KALIS!!

Jenny Jersey steps out of the ring as the official looks to the competitors, just as he is set to ring the bell…

“Piece By Piece” by Strata hits the speakers, all action in the ring stops and all eyes turn to the entranceway.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Apparently, this is turning into a fatal four-way??

BUBBA J: Who knows. Larry Gordon always seems to be full of surprises.

From the entranceway steps Ace Olen to the roar of the fans. Olen stands atop the entranceway before slowly making his way ringside. Simon and Ace never taking their eyes off of each other. Olen walks to the far side of the ring, standing just in front of Bubba J and Mikey — he and his brother locking eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Perhaps a repeat from what we saw last week?

Olen finally turns and walks towards Bubba J, motioning him over and grabbing an extra pair of headsets.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace, welcome to the booth?

Ace Olen: Thanks, Mikey. Bubba.

Kalis returns his attention to the ring just as the bell rings. Kurtis looks over to Phoenix, convincing him to work together on taking Kalis down. Just as the pair start to rush Kalis, Kurtis stops short and Kalis is quick to sidestep Phoenix, throwing him into the barbed wire covered ropes. Phoenix springs off the ropes and gets caught with hiplock takedown onto a barbwire tumbleweed.

Kurtis seeing his opportunity runs into Kalis with a hard forearm shot, shoving him into the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Attempting a clothesline, Kalis ducks and springs off the ropes again, catching Kurtis with a windmill kick.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis with the upper-hand early on.

Phoenix gets back to his feet, catching Kalis from behind, he shoves him chest first into the turnbuckle. The teeth of barbed wire ripping into Kalis’ chest before Phoenix hoists him up into a reverse fireman’s carry slam onto a barbwire tumbleweed. Before Phoenix can capitalize, Kurtis is all over him with hard fists to the forehead. Rather than sending him into the ropes, he sends Phoenix OVER the ropes onto the mats outside the ring.

Kurtis turns his attention to Kalis who is starting to get up but Kalis catches him with a low-blow, dropping the big man to his knees and starting to hammer away with hard right hands. As Kurtis rests on his knees in a dazed state, Kalis reaches over and grabs one of the many loose pieces of barbed wire, wrapping it around Kurtis’s throat and beginning to torque back.

As the referee starts the five-count, Kalis seems unrelenting, unwilling to let go before Phoenix finally slides back into the ring , picking up a chair on his return to the ring and again catches Kalis from behind. Hitting him not once, not twice, but three times for Kalis finally drops to his knees next to Kurtis. Phoenix then starts trading chair shots from one opponent to the other. Kurtis. Kalis. Back and back again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Phoenix now, taking control of this match-up.

Ace Olen: It’s going to take a lot more than a few chair shots to keep my brother down, Mikey. berocca effervescent canadian pharmacy Whether Phoenix knows it or not, all he’s done is piss Simon off.

Phoenix pulls Kalis to his feet and starts driving fists into this skull, backing him up into a corner before hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Climbing to the middle turnbuckle himself, he hooks Kalis up into a suplex and begins to viagra and alcohol consumption turn it into a super-plex when Kurtis gets back to his feet, runs over and puts his head between Phoenix’ legs.

Phoenix does a super plex on Kalis, Kurtis drops them both hard to the mat before rising back to his feet. Kurtis makes his way over to Kalis and shoves him into the corner as well. Driving knees into Kalis’ gut and his elbows into his skull. Phoenix gets to his feet, and backs into the transverse corner before taking off a head of steam and delivering a leaping splash onto both of his opponents. Phoenix stumbles backwards, Kurtis falls forward onto the ropes and Kalis drops to the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis is taking a beat at the hands of his opposition.

Ace Olen: Come on, Simon!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why the hell are you rooting for your brother anyway?

Ace Olen: He’s my brother.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Last week you were trying to kill one another!

Ace Olen: Kill each other?! (Laughing) We do that just for fun. Trust me, if we were trying to kill each other, we would have.

Phoenix grabs one of the barbwire tumbleweeds and fits it over Kurtis’s head before grabbing the chair he used previously and driving it into his skull. Kurtis falls to the mat next to Kalis who is starting to get up. Phoenix puts the boots to Kalis, but Kalis keeps pulling himself up, slowly. Phoenix, finally pulls Kalis up by his chin and Irish whips him into the corner and tries to follow up with a clothesline, but Kalis quick on his feet, leaps over Phoenix’ back and hooks him into a release German suplex and the arena comes to life.

Kalis returns to his feet and heads across the ring over to Kurtis who quickly slaps his hand around Simon’s throat and choke slams from the inside of the ring to the mats on the outside. Kalis smashes into the mats hard.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did you hear that?

Ace Olen: I better go check on him.

Olen throws down his headset and starts to get up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sit down!! Sit down!!

Ace just stands and looks to see his brother. Meanwhile in the ring, Kurtis grabs the chair and starts to raise it when Phoenix springs to life, delivering a dropkick to the chair right into Kurtis’ face. With Kurtis reeling, Phoenix delivers another standing dropkick that gets Kurtis to back step right against the ropes. Phoenix heads for the ropes and comes back with a flying cross body and they both fall to the outside.

MIKEY MASSACRE: All three men on the outside now.

Phoenix pulls Kurtis to his knees and starts ramming his head into the barbwire covered apron repeatedly. Kurtis finally falls to the mats a bloody mess and out of breath. Phoenix makes his way around the ring to find Kalis on his feet. As he grabs Kalis by the back of his neck, Kalis delivers an elbow to the stomach.. And another. In one swift motion, Kalis slams Phoenix’s head into the apron and then quickly shoves him back into the barb wire covered barricade.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, finally rejoining us at the booth.

Ace Olen: I told you he wasn’t done.

Kalis pulls Phoenix to his feet and whips him into the staircase with authority and following it up quickly with a running drop kick. Kalis walks over to where Kurtis, directly in front of his brother Ace, the two again meeting glances before Kalis goes back to work. Kalis starts driving his fists into Kurtis’ skull repeatedly. When Kalis has Kurtis reeling again, he walks back over to where Phoenix has misaligned the ring steps and takes the top half of them and raising them onto the apron. Climbing up beside them, Kalis raises the ring steps above his head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh god, what is Kalis doing now?

Taking a running start, Kalis leaps and throws the steps right on top of Kurtis’ head, slamming them down as he falls to the ringside mats once again.

BUBBA J: That is it! KURTIS IS DONE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I would have to agree with you there, Bubba.

Kalis walks about cialis tablets past his brother, paying him no mind this time, and grabbing Phoenix off the floor and throwing him back into the ring. Pulling Phoenix back to his feet, Kalis delivers a snap suplex and goes for a cover.

ONE…… TWO…… THR—–

MIKEY MASSACRE: NO! Two and a half.

Kalis pulls Phoenix up again and shoves him back into the corner, hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Ace Olen: Ut oh, look out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sentencing Of The Damned coming up?

Kalis starts to hook up Phoenix up into a suplex for the SOTD, but Phoenix starts delivering hard right hands into Kalis’ stomach and shoves him down to the mat. Kalis, quickly, stands back up only to get taken back down with a flying clothesline. As Kalis and Phoenix lie spent on the mat, Kurtis sluggishly pulls himself back into the ring to join them.

All three men start to pull themselves up simultaneously, each wanting the victory for themselves. They start half-stumbling into one another when

Ace Olen: Gotta go!

Olen throws down his headset and charges into the ring just as Kurtis hooks his hand around Phoenix’s throat and hoists him high into the air, choke slamming him hard onto the mat. Kurtis then turns his attention to Olen.

Kalis, realizing Ace is the ring, tries to super kick his brother in the chin but Olen ducks out of the way and Kalis connects anyways, knocking Kurtis’ lights out.

As Kalis turns around, his brother hits him with an inverted three-quarter bulldog. Olen sits in the middle of the ring with a smirk on his face before standing in the center of the carnage. Grabbing his brother, Olen drags Kalis over and lays his limp body on top of Kurtis’.

The referee slides into position as Olen backs out of the ring.

ONE!!… TWO!!… THREE!!

“Homecoming” by Kanye blares into the stadium.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner — SIMON KALIS!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He sure doesn’t look like the winner right now.

BUBBA J: Olen, ever the opportunist.

The camera shot switches to Olen still backing up the aisle, staring at his brother on the mat with his hand in the air.

Ace Olen: Just the beginning, Simon… We’re even now… but this… this is just the beginning…

Olen finally disappears into the entranceway.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Olen/Kalis feud really heating up.

Chad Kurtis vs Jason Christopher
The match started off with both men having bad blood between them, even though they haven’t known reputable online pharmacies for cialis each other all that long. Jason picked out his target, the Icon of Rebel Pro and has his Holy War’s first casualty. They locked up in the center of the ring but Jason was able to force Chad back nailing him in the gut with a knee before delivering a vicious suplex onto the canvas. Jason went on to send Chad flying over the top rop with a lawn dart type throw. Jason leaped from the top turnbuckle nailing him with a cross body that sent Chad’s back into the flesh tearing railing to protect the fans but cause the wrestlers damage on this night. Jason kept pressing his advantage with suplex after suplex on the barbed wire covered floor ripping Chad’s back with each one then he went and ripped the flesh of Chad’s face open with a face drag across the wire on the floor, then railing, before slamming his face into the steel post. Chad was then lifted for a vertical suplex, but The Show managed to somehow counter into an inverted DDT that sent the back of Jason’s head onto the wire. Chad took his time to regain his composure, but with blood dripping from his face and back to splatter on the floor he got up and did pretty much the same to Jason. Chad hit Christopher with a second DDT, this being of the normal variety onto a steel chair covered in barbed wire before he climbed to the top turnbuckle a good seven or eight feet above Jason Christopher on the floor. Chad leaped off with The Best Moonsault Ever and made sure to sacrifice himself with the move to cause more pain as he drove a double knee into his back on impact.

The crowd was loving their hero, Chad Kurtis, as he dominated Jason in the middle of the match, whipping him back and forth in the ringside area to nail him with kick after kick, punch after punch, and a drop toe hold onto the ring steps… that were you guessed it covered in barbed wire as well. Chad lifted the steps over his head, dropping them down on Jason and he lifted them again bringing them down cost viagra vs cialis a second time. Chad got to the top of the turnbuckle, looking down on Jason Christopher before leaping off with another Best Moonsault Ever@! And to the surprise of all reading this, he hit it! Chad lifted Jason up, shoving his face into teh wire, tearing flesh before rolling him into the ring and putting the cross that Jason brought down to ringside in with them both. Chad lifted Jason up, Northern Lights Suplex for a bridged pin that only got two. Chad lifted Jason back up, but Christopher had enough, he nailed Chad in the jaw with an uppercut before flinging the stunned Kurtis in the corner and hitting an Europen Uppercut. Jason then went to town as the crowd began to boo. Jason stomped the shit out of Kurtis, literally making his stomach red from the force of the stomps, but to his credit Chad refused to be stomped into a seated position. Chad fought back, much to the crowd’s delight, but Jason was having none of it. Drop toe hold onto the barbed wire cross had him on top here. Jason lifted Chad up, tossing him into the corner and placing a crown of barbed wire onto his head before pushing it into his scalp. Chad fought back a second time with a punch, but Jason lifted him up after a boot to the gut and hit his Razor’s Edge into a piledriver finisher. Jason placed the crown of barbed wire back onto Chad’s head before laying him on the cross, securing his hands with barbed wire and making the pin.

Winner: Jason Christopher 19:55

~Megavision~

We jump backstage, where ace reported Chet (not Hank) is standing by with Lisa Seldon. Incidentally, this little blurb means she’s learned his first name… and nothing else.

CHET SOMETHING: Good evening I’m here with Lisa Seldon, who has spent the week sharing some words with Justin Case, both of whom seem intent on pushing the other out of Rebel Pro.

Chet turns the mic to Lisa, who is currently sporting both titles since she knows the fans of the AoWF fucking love bright shiny objects.

LISA SELDON: Honestly, it’s nice being aped so closely by an opponent. Literally everything I told him to do he went ahead with, right down to watching me wrestle and not wasting his time on LisaSeldonFans.com.

Secret plug and we roll right on.

LISA SELDON: If anything I feel important, like I’m imparting wisdom on people who should essentially be my elders in this sport, since he’s essentially being doing it much longer and yet only half as good.

She sighs.

LISA SELDON: I only wish I’d asked him to jump up his own ass and die, but I suppose that’s why we’re here tonight.

CHET SOMETHING: Any particular thoughts going into the match tonight?

LISA SELDON: Yes actually!

She beams a smile.

LISA SELDON: I’m feeling in a particularly good mood, so I’m going to let him go on calling himself unpinnable. Sadly, it’ll be because I’ve ripped out his spine or something and left him with nothing to lie on. I guess that’s still technically a win.

She shrugs her shoulders.

LISA SELDON: Still, that’s his problem. C ya!

Lisa waves a hand and then walks out of shot.

CHET SOMETHING: Well… there’s your world champion, and apparently she’s got all the confidence in the world tonight. And going against a former two time world champion in Justin Case, you can bet this is going to be one worth watching.

We linger just a second, then out.

“She Wolf” hits up in the speakers and the crowd goes wild for Emily as she steps through the curtain to a monstorous applause.

JENNY JERSEY: From Rockford, Illinois; she stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds she is the Challenger for the Aggression Championship… “CRIMSON WOLF” EMILY CORLEN!

Emily steps gingerly through the ropes and awaits Hostile to enter the ring.

“Walk Away” by 5 Finger Death Punch hits up and the cheers for Emily quickly die away to be replaced by the same noise level… of boos. Hostile steps through the curtain to the inside of the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, he stands at six feet two inches while weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “THE JERSEY CITY DEMON”… HOSTILE!

Hostile steps through the ropes, staring at Emily before he hands his title off to Alan Stone, his eyes never leaving Emily across the ring.

DING DING

Emily with a forearm to the face catches Hostile off guard, causing hiim to fall back. Emily presses her advantage with a roundhouse kick to his temple sending him into the ropes, but Hostile fires back with a wicked right hand nailing Emily in the forehead causing her to fall back as well. Hostile comes on through with another right hand forcing Emily backwards. Hostile with a front kick, but Emily ducks under uppercutting Hostile right in the groin doubling him over. Emily with a quick neckbreaker takes Hostile off his feet and to the canvas where she goes for a quick cover.

One…

Two…

Hostile kicks out quickly, taking a second to rest before doing so. Emily pulls the Aggression Champion up to his feet, whipping him into the corner. Emily with a running handstand plants both feet right into his face rocking his head backwards and the barbs on the wire catching at his back a bit more. Emily springs off the middle rope with a side kick to his jaw that flips him over onto the apron. Hostile catches himself and Emily comes flying over with a forearm to the face. Hostile dives through the ropes with a shoulder block doublig Emily over at the waist.

BUBBA J: Look at Hostile go!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The match is far from over Bubba J.

Hostile dives over with a sunset flip, but Emily sits down on his chest.

BUBBA J: Lucky bastard.

Emily pounds a fist right down into Hostile’s face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe, not so much now.

Hostile rolls her off, Emily using the momentum to roll up to her feet and get a running start. Hostile up, Emily comes with a scissorskick, but Hostile catches her dumping her over the top and to the outside in the tangles of barbed wire. Hostile runs, leaping over with a plancha to land on top of Emily, driving her deeper into the mess.

BUBBA J: Smash that face!… but not too much.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Torn?

BUBBA J: Of course, stuck between Hostile retaining and him messing up that perty face.

Hostile lifts Emily up, military press slam onto the wire before delivering a leg drop onto her face. Hostile smiles as he lifts Emily back up, but she sends a hand full of the wire right into his balls and he is hurtin’ now! Emily wiggles her fingers before slamming the hand full of wire right into his green face sending him falling backwards like a cut tree. Hostile lands on his back. Emily up to the apron, on the top turnbuckle, flying off with a yell and a backwards flip!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Beautifully executed Swanton from the top turnbuckle there.

BUBBA J: Did you see her tit..

MIKEY MASSACRE: Shut up Bubba J, call the match.

BUBBA J: Spoil sport.

Emily wraps some loose strands of wire around his throat before whipping him with another strand. The strands dig into his throat and the whip sends droplets of blood flying upon impact and as she rears back for another blow. Emily lifts her knee into Hostile’s face, but Hostile shoves her back trying to gain a bit of rest. Emily comes flying with the strand whipping around and around her head. Hostile ducks under lifting her onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry slam, dropping her with a three quarter facelock stunner out of nowhere.

BUBBA J: What a counter from Hostile there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile needs to mount some offense here if he wants to retain.

Hostile gets over to the railing, pulling himself up, taking the railing with him. Emily slowly sits up, her back to Hostile and his section of railing. Emily turns around, raling right to the face sending blood flying and her stitched up forehead begins to bleed again. Hostile with another whack of the railing sends her head spinning to the side and spittle flying from her mouth. Hostile suplexes the railing on top of Emily before lifting her up and slamming her onto the table where Bubba J and Mikey Massacre sit. Hostile climbs up top, diving off with his finisher, The New Jersey Headshot, but Emily simply rolls off the table and Hostile crashes through the wood.

BUBBA J: Crash and burn for Hostile here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But he can turn it around, or at least that is what you were fixing to say.

BUBBA J: I’d to turn Emily around.

Emily is pulling herself up, gasping for breath and wiping the blood out of her face. Hostile is also covered in blood and now beginning to stir in the debris of the table. Hostile is up, his back to Emily who slams a steel chair into his back, causing him to stumble into the railing beside Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Go get her Champ.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with something to prove here.

Hostile spins around shattering a beer bottle right into Emily’s face causing her to fall back. Hostile charges with the broken neck of the bottle, but Emily ducks under tripping him up and causing him to land on the neck of the bottle shattering it as well. Emily leans on the railing, catching her breath as Hostile slowly stirs up to his knees. Emily comes flying over with a knee strike to the back of his skull sending him back down, but not before she spins around slamming his head down with a leg drop to complete the very quick knee strike leg drop combo.

BUBBA J: Emily has speed, that can’t be denied.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Talent as well as heart too.

BUBBA J: And… looks.

Emily pulls Hostile up, looking out to the crowd before rolling the Aggression Champion into the ring. Emily lifts him up, tucking his head between her side, lifting for a suplex, but instead she drives her right knee into his side repeatedly trying to break his ribs and hamper his mobility inside the ring. Emily whips him into the corner, the barbs digging into his back once more. Emily with a running leap launches herself at Hostile, but he moves, she slams chest first onto the barbed wire covered padding(not really a whole bunch of padding anyways). She falls back bleeding from her chest. Hostile with an inverted DDT takes her down onto the canvas before signaling and climbing up top. Hostile dives off connecting with the New Jersey Headshot.

BUBBA J: He connects!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can Emily kick out?

One…

Two…

Three.

BUBBA J: Nope.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… Hostile!

Hostile stands up as Alan Stone hands him the belt, “Walk Away” blaring over the speakers.

There are barbedwire ropes, still fresh large quantities of tonight’s bodily fluid output. The ring itself is also strewn with barbedwire, as is the floor, the announce desk, just about every single weapon in the vicinity, and you’d swear you were seeing things, but you can’t help but think there’s a fan at ringside who has made himself a barbedwire shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is for the Rebel Pro World Title, and is your main event of the evening!

Essentially it’s been the theme of the evening, and that doesn’t look to change just because the night is coming to an end. The announcer prepares to step forward and introduce the competitors, both of whom are already standing by, but Lisa steps in and snatches the microphone out of her hand. Somewhere Simon Kalis and the various entities of Emily Corlen groan.

LISA SELDON: Fuck is this Larry; you’re going to make me wrestle in the same barbedwire you had people like Emily Corlen and Marina Blue bleed all over? I’m going to get AIDS.

MIKEY MASSACRE: How does she know these people have AIDS?

LISA SELDON: Come on Mikey, both of them doing Johnny Maverick? That guy did it Maya Kalis, and you know whatever vile disease festering in her snatch would have eaten through any kind of protection you could buy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ouch. Also how did she hear me?

BUBBA J: This isn’t a big room. And you pull in all sounds with that big yap of yours.

LISA SELDON: And surely you of all people must have noticed that Marina Blue’s departure from wrestling coincided with the mass outbreak of AIDS in the porn community.

BUBBA J: Looks like she’s seen your phone bill.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hush.

BUBBA J: And the fact that you’ve never ever been seen with a woman you weren’t paying.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I said be quiet.

BUBBA J: Maybe you should be worried about diseases in the sex industry. You could have anything.

Mikey promptly punches Bubba J in the balls, who breaks out in a fit of laughter and gasps for air. They’re weird friends.

LISA SELDON: And what about poor Chad here? Everyone knows putting on shitty matches and fucking cheap whores is his entire life. Take that away and he’s dead anyway.

A mixed reaction from the fans, for all manner of things, as Justin – not Chad – steps forward to take the mic.

LISA SELDON: Yeah sure.

Lisa throws the mic to Justin just a little too high, enough to pull his eye line up and give her a free shot, which she makes fair use of by taking a running, leaping up and burying the sole of her foot into his face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Cheap shot!

Justin goes down and Lisa snatches the microphone off the mat.

LISA SELDON: Incidentally I’d like to point out that Rebel Pro tests all their wrestlers before allowing them to compete and all of them passed, except for Emily, whose blood sample was mostly of clotted cream. Thank you and good night.

Lisa then turns and belts Justin with the microphone before tossing it out the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hopefully that’s the stand up portion of our show concluded.

Lisa let’s Justin off the mat before blasting him in the chest with a kick to double him over. She then lifts a knee into his face to stand him up straight, cracks him with an elbow in the back of the head and then drops low to sweep out his legs and put him face first on the mat. She then snatches up a strand of barbedwire, sits on his back and then sinks it into his forehead.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And here comes the blood again tonight.

BUBBA J: I hear Justin bleeds like a bitch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Then this main event is going to get messy quick.

Justin grits his teeth and fights through as he’s able to push Lisa off. A puncture leaks out on his head, but not enough to hold him back as he catches Lisa around the waist, charges the ring and pins her to the barbedwire ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Tit for tat.

BUBBA J: Wrong side.

Lisa tears herself off the ropes and drops to a knee. Her face looks pained but apparently it’s more to do with a tear in a shirt which, according to Lisa, was a very nice one. Justin replies, informing Lisa that, on her, it wasn’t in fact all that good at all.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Harsh.

BUBBA J: What’s she need that for anyway? Real men wrestle in barbedwire shirtless.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Umm…

Lisa jumps up and whips a kick up at him that he manages to knock aside. He then whips a back elbow strike over her head and gets caught with an attempt at an Irish-Whip into the ropes. Justin manages to hold on though, and turns with an elbow into her arm to bring her to the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looking to end this already.

His fans cheer as Justin looks for the Gamebreaker early, but Lisa roles onto her back and then kicks him in the face to break his grip. Justin then stumbles back as Lisa gets her feet and lashes out with a knee that sends him backwards toward the ropes. Lisa then moves forward but Justin sidesteps and lets her go in his place, where she stops just in time to avoid going face first. Lisa then turns and rolls out of the way as Justin comes running, too fast to stop and forcing him to slide out the ring to safety.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Narrowly avoids that wire.

BUBBA J: Better not be the theme.

Justin gets to his feet on the outside, and stays careful not to fall into anything outside. Sadly this leaves him too busy to see Lisa covering the ring at pace and leaping up onto the barbedwire ropes, which quiver worryingly, but give her just enough spring to catapult her into the air and down with two knees into Case’s back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spaceman Plancha into a Kneedrop.

BUBBA J: Doesn’t take out a single weapon though. Waste of a move.

Justin topples as Lisa crashes down on top of him, taking them both to the floor. Naturally then she’s first to her feet, and soaks up a few cheers cialis dosage mims before going for a weapon. Of course it’s a chair, and of course it’s wrapped in barbedwire, and as Justin gets up to all fours Lisa brings it down across his back, where it sticks. Rather than wrench it away though, Lisa leaps up and stamps down on top of it, digging it further into his back and putting him down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa getting her licks in early.

Lisa peels the chair off Justin’s back and let’s him get seated before she swings again, only for him to duck and let it crack off the guardrail. The reverberation causes her to drop the chair and gives Case enough time to get back on his feet. Lisa then turns to a kick in the gut that doubles her up and leaves Case free to grab the chair from the ground and rattle it across the back of her head.

The barbs tangle in Lisa’s hair, but Justin doesn’t seem to mind as he uses it to pull her off her feet. He then rips it out and hammers it across her back before tossing the chair to the floor, pulling her up and sliding her back into the ring.

Lisa gets to her knees before Justin drags her onto a shoulder. He then takes a step toward the ropes and sends her flying, skewering her guts along the top rope and letting her flop to the mat. Justin doesn’t settle there though, pulling her up into a Fireman’s Carry and taking a tour of the ring. He then picks a side and spins her off in front of him, slamming her stomach first onto the ropes again and using them to hold her in place as he sets her for a Suplex back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin is all over her at this point.

Justin then grabs an already wrapped chair from the corner and drops it in the middle of the ring. He then stands over it, pulling Lisa into a Double Underhook and pulling her straight into the air.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Setting her up for that patented Butterfly Piledriver.

BUBBA J: If he hits this it’s all over, which is why he’s never going to hit it.

Lisa kicks her legs and carries right over, allowing her to drop down behind him. She then waits for him to turn before throwing a Thrust Kick back into his chest, sending him backwards and giving her space to take a running leap into a Bullet Dropkick, firing him across the ropes and sticking him to the ropes again. Lisa then uses the time to bury a few kicks into his chest before running to the other end of the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now it’s Lisa’s turn to pin him to that spider’s web of barbedwire.

BUBBA J: Wonder if she was right about those blood samples. You can only check them so many times but who knows how often those bitches are giving it away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thanks to the internet, I think most people know how often most of them are giving it away.

Lisa rushes back and leaps, but Justin unpins himself and steps forward, getting under her for a backdrop towards the ropes, landing her back first again. This time though she doesn’t stick, but tears.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The wire just ripped right through her back!

A gruesome hunk of material and flesh hang in the ropes as Lisa arches off her back. The referee tries to check but Justin pushes him away and buries a foot into her stomach, pinning her down again. The ref counts.

1

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa pushes him off.

Justin is shrugged off, but that doesn’t stop him pulling her to her knees, where he holds her face against the groin, much to the chagrin of the fans.

BUBBA J: Enjoy it while you can pretty boy. Gotta feeling she’s gonna come too and mess him up bad.

Justin pulls Lisa onto his shoulders for a Powerbomb, but instead decides to hurl her into the ropes again. This time she takes the first one out but gets stabbed on the second, and Justin takes great delight in ripping her back down to the mat. He then closes on a pin, pressing his palms down hard into her shoulders.

1

2

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s out again.

Lisa kicks out and rolls to her front, but Justin doesn’t seem to bothered, and stalks after, letting her to get to all fours before he drops down behind her and places… well…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin going in doggy style apparently.

BUBBA J: That’ll be new for him.

Justin soaks in the jeers coming his way with all manner of smug satisfaction, even going as far as to give her a mock bumming before dragging her up by her belt. He then cups both her breasts from behind, which turns out to be a mistake as Lisa throws her head back and cracks him in the face. His grip is instantly broken and Lisa staggers forward. Justin refuses to go down though, and picks the chair back

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off the floor and buries it in her back. Lisa lets out a very unhappy noise as he tears it off her back and then drops to a knee again. Justin then kicks her on to her back and buries the chair under his foot, the barbs biting into her hands as she tries to block. Yet he powers through, stamping down and sinking the barbs into her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin Case said he was going to make her look bad, and sticking to it right here.

Eventually she manages to push him off and rolls over onto her back. Justin carries on though, picking the chair up and stalking her again. Once more she rises to her knees, and this time offers him to come forward, which he does, throwing all his weight into a swing that misses entirely, as Lisa rolls under and behind him. She then pops to her feet and turns, just a second before he does, giving her enough time to leap up and kick the chair back, where it smashes his face with an enjoyable and sickening thud.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Justin Case no can defend.

Justin staggers away but Lisa doesn’t let him go, glaring as she leaps forward and latches both her hands into his cocky hair. He tries to get his hands up but Lisa drags him forward and crunches his face with a knee. His teeth rattle and his eyes glaze as Lisa throws him to the mat.

With malevolent glee Lisa snatches the chair up and hammers it across his back. It sticks and he stays on all fours, giving Lisa a platform on which she leaps up and stomps down on, putting him to the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa taking her chance to open him up a little more in return.

Lisa then lets Justin get to his feet before blasting him in the chest with a Front Kick. Justin staggers back and then lunges, but Lisa catches him again with a knee in the chest. This time she follows up, blasting him with two elbows and then a Palm Strike that puts him back far enough for Lisa to leap up and bury her foot into the back of his head with an Enzugiri.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He goes down, and I think I saw a tooth fly out.

BUBBA J: Never is, it’s always gum.

Jason drops and looks out of it, but Lisa follows up with a kick in his chest that fires him back into the ropes. This time it’s his turn to hang there, leaning back into the ropes as Lisa runs up and stamps into his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now Lisa’s really giving it back to him.

BUBBA J: Payback and this chick, both of them cold hard bitches.

At this point they’re both a mess. Blood oozes out freely from beneath Lisa’s tattered shirt and fills her hair as she whips it back. Meanwhile Justin is riddled with punctures across his face, forehead and back, where a fresh tear opens as Lisa wrenches him from the ropes. He then finds his feet, only to sink again when he absorbs a kick in the chest. He gets back up though, and Lisa gladly gives him the time before blasting him with another. His legs buckle but this time he stays standing, and catches Lisa’s leg with both hands. Lisa keeps her balance for a moment but Justin uses the hold to get her off the mat and run her to the ropes, which rip at her again. This time though she hangs on to him, and blasts him with an elbow that pushes him away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth the go.

She lands on her feet this time. Hurt but smiling as she moves off again. In reply Justin seems to be getting annoyed, and hastily throws a kick that Lisa is able to slip by and catch him flush with an Overhand Left. It dazes him but not enough to put him down and allows him to stagger away from a follow up. He comes back with an Open Hand Chop across the chest, that doesn’t quite cut as hard as he’d like.

BUBBA J: Telling you man, shirt in a death match? That shit isn’t cool.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess, kinda like you, she doesn’t want her tits hanging out everywhere.

Lisa backs off as Justin eggs her on, encouraging her to give him a fight. At that she obliges and moves to lift up her shirt, ignoring all the cat calls, which quickly die when it turns out she’s wearing another top underneath.

LISA SELDON: Fuck do you people expect; I’m going to go wrestle topless like Riona Fucking Langly!?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fair.

Never the less it’s a smaller, tighter sort of shiny plastic tank-toppy thing that female wrestlers are all about. What’s more, it shows off a mess of gashes torn down her back, and one particularly nasty chunk of skin hanging off. It’s clear she’s going to need to get some tattoo retouching when this is over, which is clearly the worry right now.

BUBBA J: Now it’s a fight.

Lisa and Justin square off again, with Lisa moving first, jumping to one side and blasting him with a kick in the gut. She then stands back and gives him a turn, and winces as he shatters her chest with a chop. She then fires back, slamming him with another kick that doubles him up, but he shoots back, grinding her with another chop, then a kick, then a chop returned, and a final kick before Justin pushes her into a corner, piercing her already tattered back and rattling her with a violent flurry of chops that leave her hanging on the end of the barbs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’ve torn each other a part and now they’re still going back and forth.

Justin then moves to make some space, but as he turns Lisa rips herself from the corner and blasts him with a Rolling Koppu Kick, putting them both on the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Neither competitor willing to give in.

BUBBA J: That’s what Rebel Pro is all about. Never say die… unless sitting on the other guys chest and smashing his head off the concrete.

The fans are cheering them on, encouraging Lisa to pull her from a red patch on the mat and latch on to Justin again. She pushes back a mess of gore in her hair to get a good look in his eyes, before pulling him into a straight left hand. She then pulls them both standing and blasts him with two more, before smashing him with a Spinning Backfist. Unfortunately it just seems to snap him awake, and he replies by sticking his knee into her back. This shot drops her, and allows him to arch her back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Benchmark!

Justin spins and crushes her against the mat, driving the fight out of her. He then twists her limp body for a pin.

1

2

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa powers out at two.

Justin grits his teeth, but pulls through the pain and gets her off the mat and into a Double Underhook over the chair, but Lisa drops to a knee to stop it. He then sticks a knee into her side to loosen her up, and then lifts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just 2 Talented!

Lisa snaps her legs around his neck and breaks his arm grip, allowing her to throw back and stick him straight down into the mat with her own Spike Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No! Lisa shoots back and drives him into the mat with the Broken Design! And he looks gone.

Lisa pulls the veteran off the mat and into the Muay-Thai Clinch, where she grinds a sick series of knees against his skull, ripping deeper into his cuts. He falls after a forth, before Lisa rips through him with a fifth, putting him to his back. Not done though, she takes her attention to the chair, and begins hastily untangling the wire. The barbs gnawing at her hands.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Her hands are a mess.

BUBBA J: Bet it’ll be worth it though.

Lisa fights through a length of wire, wraps the ends of it around her hands and then pulls the length tight. It stings bitterly but she bares it, before turning her attention back to Case, who catches her with a Forearm. He then swings for a clothesline but Lisa drops past him and catches him with a kick in the gut on the turn. It doubles him over and allows Lisa to dart around his back, where she catches the wire around his throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s going to garrotte him with the wire!

BUBBA J: Bet she didn’t find that in her book of wrestling holds. Maybe mine.

Case tries to get his hands in but Lisa pulls it tight, and falls back, bring him down on top of her. He thrashes but he can’t get free as Lisa latches onto a body scissors to keep him held. She then grits her teeth as she wrenches the hold deep, sacrificing her hands, now leaking blood, as the barbs root themselves in his neck and the wire tenses against his throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He can’t hold out for much longer.

BUBBA J: Those must be some serious issues she’s working out.

Justin flails in a horrid mix of agony and desperation, but Lisa remains just out of his grip, and he starts to fade. Through it all she never lets in, digging it as deep as she can, where he finally starts to fade.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s out!

The referee lifts his hand and lets it drop, but there’s no life at all, causing him to quickly run for the bell. It rings out and the fans rise in a cheer, but Lisa holds the move on.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s done it! Lisa retains.

BUBBA J: And my other boss continues to be the baddest person on top of the company where I’m not allowed to work. If I could though…

The ref finally calls Lisa off, where upon she releases, letting Justin slide off onto her front where the referee runs in to check. Meanwhile Lisa stays on her back, wiping her hands across her face, which only stains it further.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and STILL Rebel Pro World Champion… LISA SELDON!

The fans explode in cheers again as Lisa peels herself from the mat, a dirty red mark remaining where she lay. From her hands to her back, down her face and across her front, she’s a mess of viscous red, but she manages to put on a smile, growing as she’s handed her two belts. The ref seems content that Justin is coming too, and leaves him in the hands of an EMT before moving to Lisa. She lets the AoWF title sit on her shoulder and chooses tonight to hold the Rebel title high as the ref raises her hand. She then lets herself settle to a knee.

BUBBA J: I know there are a lot of people in Rebel Pro who don’t think she belongs here, Justin Case included. But that crazy bitch just wrapped her hands in barbedwire choked out a former world champion. That’s why when I’m not here watching the best action in the world, I’m in Victory Wrestling.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Respect?

BUBBA J: Maybe, but mostly because she clearly doesn’t give a fuck about anyone’s safety, and that suits me fine.

MIKEY MASSACRE: For Bubba J, I’m Mikey Massacre and we’ll see you next week for Aggression!

{fade}

Aggression 4-29-2011

As Aggression hits the air, we come to see an official flagging down a cameraman and paramedics.

Official: He’s over here!!

The camera man and the paramedics are one after the other, the scene pans down to find Ace Olen laying face down in a pool of his own blood and a sledgehammer near his body.

Mikey Massacre: My God! What the hell happened to Ace Olen? Who’s responsible?

Bubba J: Tonight should be very interesting!

The scene fades as the paramedics begin tending to Ace.

“Carbomb” hits, and out walks Vincent Black. He is wearing jeans and a “Hardcore Drinking” t-shirt, and sneakers. Across his forehead are the stitches that sewed up the gash Finale created.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow, Finale left his mark on Vincent.
BUBBA J: Shut up, Vincent had that match won!

The fans boo intensely, as Vincent walks to and slides into the ring. He snatches the microphone out of Jenny’s hand, and the crowd boos harder.

VINCENT BLACK: Hello REBEL fans, and welcome to– SHUT THE HELL UP!

Of course, the fans boo harder, and Vincent looks angry.

VINCENT BLACK: All right, morons. Keep booing. I came out here for three reasons. One, to remind all of you that the Extreme Elite’s very own Hostile will be winning the Aggression Title from “The Changing Nickname” Emily Corlen tonight, further solidifying the return of the Extreme Elite. Hostile was the Extreme Elite’s NAPW representative before, and now he’s in REBEL, and he’s kicking ass right along with us. Extreme Elite WILL run this place, again, along with the rest of the AoWF!

BUBBA J: Damn right!

The crowd responds with boos, and Vincent seemingly basks in it.

VINCENT BLACK: Now, you all saw the display of piss-poor organization that occurred at Honor Bound Night 4. The Alliance of Wrestling’s Finest? Get fucked. Wrestling’s Finest don’t stand a chance against the Extreme Elite. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Some fans cheer, being REBEL fans tried and true, but most just hate the fact that Vincent is still talking, and keep booing.

VINCENT BLACK: And now, the atrocity that was “officiating” at Honor Bound Night 3. Finale, Starr, Langly, you all kept spewing shit about how I would be easy to put away, and that I couldn’t beat any of you. Well, guess what? I did. I pinned Starr for the three count, and the win, regardless of how much blood I shed! The Extreme Athlete Vincent Black was the true King O’ Extreme! It just so happened that Finale got a pin at the same exact time as I did. It just so happened that the BWF’s “rising star” was lucky enough to be the right place at the right time, and was lucky to somehow pin the superior athlete between him and Riona Langly. But the fact is, after watching the tape, I had Starr beat. And you know why the REBEL refs decided Finale gets the fall?

BUBBA J: Why’s that, Vince?
MIKEY MASSACRE: He can’t hear you, Bubba.

VINCENT BLACK: It’s because Larry Gordon, that piece of shit, was mad that I went around telling the world I didn’t represent REBEL, or any of you shithead fans at Honor Bound Night 3. I represented Hostile, Bubba J, and myself, the Extreme Elite!

The booing in the arena is so loud, it’s almost deafening.

VINCENT BLACK: I was screwed over from the beginning because Larry Gordon wanted to make an example out of me. So, I made an example out of his referees and medical staff. Don’t fuck with me, Gordon, you know-

“I’m a Rebel” begins to play as the crowd cheers for REBEL owner Larry Gordon. He walks to the ring with a microphone in his hand, talking.

LARRY GORDON: Vince, I understand why you’re upset. You proved to the world you’re extreme, hardcore, ultraviolent. Hell, you proved to Finale and Langly and Starr that you are as tough as you say, maybe tougher. But, the officials reviewed the video evidence, as have I, and Finale’s pin was counted less than half a second before yours. A true photo-finish, if I ever seen one.

VINCENT BLACK: Bullshit, Gordon. I’ve watched the same video a thousand times, and he got a fast count. I had Starr pinned first, and my ref was counting first. Finale got a fast count and I still think YOU told the refs I was not allowed to win. I fought against all odds to rightfully win, and you screwed me out of it!

The fans boo, and Gordon shakes his head.

LARRY GORDON: Do you really think that, on REBEL’s night of Honor Bound, I wanted the man representing REBEL to lose? Regardless of what you say, you were representing REBEL, and you were my favorite to win. But, I’ma proponent of fair competition, and Finale won as fair as possible. I have faith in my officials, and so should you.

Vincent begins to speak, but the crowd begins chanting “LETS GO LARRY *clap clap clapclapclap*”

VINCENT BLACK: Larry Gordon, I demand that you get Finale here and book a King O’ Extreme match between him and I. Any match type, I don’t care. I want–

LARRY GORDON: Woah woah woah, killer. You assault two of my staff and three medical staff, and expect something from me?

VINCENT BLACK: YES!

The crowd’s boos are so intense and loud, it almost drowns out what Larry Gordon has to say next.

LARRY GORDON: OK, Vincent, I have something for you.

The crowd stops booing, it’s almost completely quiet.

LARRY GORDON: You’re suspended.

BUBBA J and MIKEY MASSACRE: What?!

Vincent shouts WHAT?! at the tops of his lungs, the crowd cheers wildly, as Gordon backs up towards the entrance and security begins to rush the ring.

LARRY GORDON: Indefinitely! Take him away, boys.

The 8 security guards all enter the ring, and Vincent begins to fight them. One eats a big boot, and another is tossed nonchalantly out of the ring. As Vincent gets his hands on a third, a police baton falls across the back of his neck, but he shakes it off. The numbers are getting to Vincent, as he is slowly being overwhelmed. Bubba J goes to stand up to get in the ring, but Massacre holds him back.

Finally, Vincent is cuffed, restrained, and led towards backstage, as fans cheer and throw garbage at Black.

BUBBA J: What the fuck?! Does Gordon know who that is?! That’s Vincent Black, a REBEL Icon!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well, Bubba, it’s Vincent Black, suspended REBEL talent. Until further notice!

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

Alice Cooper’s No More Mr. Nice Guy sounds over the speakers as Kris Klondike appears from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Campbell River British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at two-hundred eighty one pounds and standing at six feet five inches, Kris Klondike!

Klondike enters the ring and keeps his eyes on the ramp as he awaits his opponent. He doesn’t have to wait long as Metallica’s “Four Horsemen” sounds over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing his opponent, from Mobile Alabama, “The Second Coming” Jason Christopher!

Jason Christopher slowly walks towards the ring, slightly wincing with every step.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It just goes to show just how tough this man his. Not to many people could compete after the hell he went through.

BUBBA J: After what my man Hostile put him through, he’s lucky to be walking at all. And that’s exactly why Hostile is bringing championship gold to The Extreme Elite when he slaughters Corlen tonight.

Jason rolls into the ring and slowly gets to his feet. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell to get this match going.

DING DING

And Klondike comes in hard and fast with a monster sized lariat that nearly decapitates Jason. The REBEL Pro new comer is quick to capitalize as he drops an elbow across the burned chest of Jason Christopher. Kris Klondike pulls Jason to his feet before slamming him back down with a Flapjack.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Klondike looking impressive here so far.

BUBBA J: Of course he is, anyone can pick up the scraps after Hostile.

Klondike hoists Jason back up to his feet and sends him in to the corner hard. Kris sits Christopher onto the top turnbuckle… Superplex! And a cover.

One…

Two…

And that’s all he gets as Jason rolls his shoulder off the mat. Klondike back to his feet and quickly hits the rope for another big elbow drop. No, Christopher rolls out of the way just in time. Jason grabs the ropes to help get to his feet as the bigger Kris Klondike rolls to his feet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kris Klondike is first to his feet. To be honest I’m not sure Christopher should be competing here tonight.

Kris holds off and lines up until Jason gets to his feet. Klondike with a running big boot that sends Jason over the top rope to the outside! Klondike heads out after him and slams him face first into the ring post which causes the burns on his face to rip open. Kris goes under the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer. Jason is laying prone as Klondike gets ready to strike. Kris Klondike brings hammer down! Thud!! The hammer connects hard! But it only hits the ground as J.C. moves out of the way just in time.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was a close one. Jason Christopher has to start mounting some offence if he wants to survive this match.

BUBBA J: He’s got nothing left after Hostile crucified and burnt his ass in Osaka.

Jason gets to his feet just in time to duck under a second attack from the hammer. Jason with a desperation hay maker to Klondike’s face that rocks the big man, causing him to drop the maul. Jason hits Klondike with another right before connecting with a boot to the mid-section and landing a DDT! Both men lay motionless on the outside for several moments before Jason starts stirring. Jason on his knees before the new comer begins to get to his feet. Both men get to their feet at the same time, Klondike with a wild right hand that Jason ducks under and behind and counters with a German Suplex attempt. Klondike blocks the suplex attempt and hits J.C. with an elbow the the side of the head. He follows it up with another elbow before driving him back first against the ring apron. Christopher drops to the ground holding his back, Klondike presses his advantage and delivers a soccer kick to the back before picking him up and rolling him back into the ring.

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Back to the action as we see Kris Klondike with Jason Christopher in a figure four leglock. The official checking to see if Christopher is still in this. Jason’s shoulders touch the mat and the ref starts counting.

One…

Two…

Thre… No.

Jason gets his shoulder up! J.C. is trying desperately trying to reach the ropes. It won’t force the break but it will help him with an escape attempt. Kris pulls his weight and drags Jason further from the ropes. It looks like Jason is fading fast as his shoulders again land flat on the mat as the ref starts the count.

One…

Two…

Three!!! NO! NO! NO!

Jason rolled his shoulder up just in time! Jason tries to roll Klondike over and relieve the pressure from the leg lock. Klondike using his size to prevent the rollover but Jason switches directions and uses the bigger Kris
Klondike’s weight against him to reverse the hold. Klondike releases the leglock. Klondike back to his feet quickly while Jason Christopher holds his leg, obviously still feeling the effects of the figure four. Klondike grabs Christopher by the head and delivers a huge belly to belly suplex. A cover.

One…

Two…

Thre… no! A kick out by Jason!

Klondike slaps the mat in frustration before heading to the top rope. Jason slowly gets to his feet, Kris leaps from the top rope and levels Jason with a flying clothesline.

Cover!

One…

Two…

Three!

Yes!

No!!!

Christopher is still in this as the ref waives off the count. Kris starts arguing with the the official but as always that gets him absolutely nowhere. Klondike gives up on the fools quest and turns his attention back to his opponent. Klondike hoists Christopher up on his shoulder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here comes the Big Timber!

No! Jason Christopher counters with a reverse DDT! A quick cover gets a one count. Jason gets to his feet just before Klondike. Jason with a chop to the chest followed by a brutal looking European Uppercut. Klondike is sent reeling back by an onslaught of stiff strikes. Christopher with a sudden snap suplex. Jason presses his advantage with several knees to the ribs of Klondike. The Second Coming lifts Klondike back to his feet and into a northern-lights suplex. The bridge for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thr… No! Kick out.

It’s Jason’s turn to feel the frustration of not being able to put his opponent away. Jason brings Kris to his feet.

“They say I’m cocky, and o say what!
It ain’t bragging motherfucker if you back it up!”

Chad Kurtis is at the top of the ramp staring in the eyes of the man who cost him his title shot. Jason his staring right back at him. Chad mouths the words “Behind you”. Jason turns just a split second too late as Klondike rolls Jason up with a small package.

One…

Two…

Reversed! Christopher is pinning Klondike

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes?

Yes!

Ding, Ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, Jason Christopher!

Jason stands in the center of the ring holding his crucifixion pose before dropping down to one knee.

We jump backstage, maybe literally, who can say. Not me, that’s for sure, since I’m just watching.

ANYWAY!

We land backstage with Lisa Seldon, standing alongside the Rebel Pro interview guy whose name she can’t currently remember. Hank or… something. Hopefully that doesn’t make him feel bad.

HANK OR… SOMETHING: Good evening, I’m joined at this time by Lisa Seldon, the reigning Rebel Pro and now AoWF World Champion. So Lisa, what are your thoughts on being crowned the top wrestler in our sport?

There’s a slightly pained silence. Lisa, who is currently wearing an AoWF title around her waist and a Rebel Pro on her shoulder, cocks an eyebrow.

LISA SELDON: That the best you got?

HANK OR… SOMETHING: I’m an on air interviewer designed to facilitate the talent and get across the points they want to say. If you want a critical, in-depth and challenging interview, then you should probably try someone not employed by a particular company and tasked just with making the talent look good.

Lisa makes a hurt face. Lucky she’s a professional wrestler and can hurt the people who offend her, and so she reacts with a palm thrust, smashing him in the chest and knocking him out of the shot. Lisa then turns back to the camera.

LISA SELDON: Good evening peoples, and welcome to me, your new AoWF World Champion. And can I just say what an honour it is to be able to call myself the single top competitor in the entire community. The community that you people make great.

She indicates toward the camera. Thus encompassing everyone and making you people feel really super special and not like you’re being pandered to at all.

LISA SELDON: Today though, we’re here to talk about Rebel Pro.

She clears her throat.

LISA SELDON: A week from now I’ll be defending my title for the first time against…

A voice from off screen.

HANK OR… SOMETHING: Justin Case.

Lisa wrinkles her nose. A sigh.

LISA SELDON: A week from now I’ll be cleaning be cleaning Justin Kurtis’ brains out of my hair and getting ready to carry this title right here to new heights.

She pats the face of the Rebel title, because there are so many that it might get confusing.

LISA SELDON: That’s because despite running one company and being champion of the entire universe or whatever, I’m still very much Rebel Pro. And I’ll be proving that night after night when I carry this company to all new heights. So don’t get lost thinking that, just because I’ve come back with some shiny new things that all of a sudden I think I’ve outgrown this place, because all that’s done is spur me on to work this place harder.

For no other reason than he seems to be hovering around just at the edge of her eye line, Lisa grabs generic interview guy with no name back in under her arm. The obvious size difference between the two is circumvented by pulling him practically to his knees.

LISA SELDON: So if you thought running through your entire roster in one night before heading off to plaster bits of the AoWF’s finest across the orient was something, then you better buy some goggles or whatever, because at Barbedwire Massacre, I’m going to rip out Justin Kurtis’ heart, burst it in my hand and then eat the remains. And then from there, things only get better.

Lisa unlocks her arm around that guys neck just enough to point her fingers to the camera. She then points them like a gun, and fires, as the camera cuts out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Next up, Jaice Wilds will try his hand at Ace Olen who was badly beaten backstage, however I received word moments ago he WILL! be participating in this match. Unbelievable.

“Animals” by Nickelback fills the arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lets take it up to Jenny Jersey for the introductions!

The bell sounds and Jenny Jersey takes the spotlight.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-four pounds and standing five-feet six-inches, from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil… HE IS THE EXTREME AERIALIST… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice emerges from the entranceway, playing to the crowd before running down the aisle way and sliding into the ring. Once in the ring, he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and plays to the crowd some more before finally back-flipping to the center of the ring.

BUBBA J: Well, Jaice is here! Lets see if Olen shows or not.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against drowns out the stadium as the fans give mixed ovations.

JENNY JERSEY: …weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-four pounds and standing six-feet four-inches, currently residing in New Orleans, Louisiana… ACE OLEN!

As the music blares, Ace appears to be no-showing. The excitement in the stadium stops, but only for a moment as Olen emerges from the entranceway, hobbling on his right leg. The stitches above his left-eye have been ripped, they are bandaged with gauze and medical tape for the time being. Blood still stains his face, hair and clothes as he continues to hobble down the entranceway.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, for whatever reason still choosing to come out here, even though he looks like hell!

BUBBA J: He’s a true competitor! He has the fighting spirit in him! And nothing Mikey, NOTHING will keep him from a match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Perhaps he should’ve elected against it in this case.

Olen finally reaches the ring, slowly rolling under the ropes and slow to his feet. The referee checks on Ace, Ace nods his head and the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

MIKEY MASSACRE: HERE WE GO!

Wilds and Olen collide into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Wilds is quick with a reverse hammerlock. Ace reverses into an armbar. Wilds flips onto the mat, standing and reversing the armbar onto Olen who flips onto the mat and pushes Jaice’s chest with both feet, knocking him to the mat.

Olen stands up and heads for the ropes, Wilds flips over to his stomach and Ace leaps over him. Jaice stands up and leap frogs over Ace and catches him with a monkey flip off the rebound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice, taking the early momentum on an already injured Olen.

Wilds picks Olen off the mat and Irish whips him into the corner, Jaice runs towards the ropes to springboard into a dropkick into Ace’s ribs. Olen falls to his knees. Wilds stands Olen up in the corner and begins hammering away at the gauze on Olen’s forehead before finally pulling it off and hammering away again. The blood starts flowing again.

Jaice pulls Olen from the corner and suplexes him into the center of the ring before heading to the top turnbuckle and waiting for Olen to get to his feet. Once upright, Olen turns to Wilds who catches him with a flying head scissor takedown that sends Olen to the outside onto the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen really in trouble.

Jaice takes off, full steam ahead, leaping over the top rope into a suicide plancha that knocks Ace back into the aisle way. Jaice plays to the fans before pulling Olen back to his feet and whipping him shoulder-first into the steel steps. Wilds jumps up onto the apron and quickly ascends the top turnbuckle with his back to Olen. Ace, slow to his feet, turns around only to get laid out with a moonsault from the top turnbuckle to the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen has to get into this match, or it’s going to be over quickly and Jaice Wilds will be number fifteen in Olen’s loss column!

Olen finally finds his way back into the ring, where Wilds awaits him. Standing Olen up again, Wilds whips Olen to the corner and pursues with a clothesline, but Olen stops himself short and leaps backwards over Jaice’s head. When Jaice turns around, Olen begins unleashing one right-handed fist after another into his skull, pummeling Jaice to the mat. With Wilds sitting on the mat in the corner, Olen starts curb stomping him in the stomach before walking away and screaming to get his adrenaline going.

Turning his attention back to Wilds, he pulls him up by his hair and starts to scoop slam him before changing his mind and setting him up into the tree of woe. Olen quickly runs to the opposite side of the ring and catches a helpless Jaice with a leaping full-body splash. Olen runs back across the ring, this time coming back with a baseball slide dropkick to Wilds’ face. Jaice finally gets himself loose from his predicament.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice in trouble now. Olen starting to find his groove.

Ace pulls Wilds up to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach and then delivering a backbreaker onto his injured leg and makes a cover.

MIKEY MASSACRE: ONE!….. TWO!….. NO!

BUBBA J: I need some beer, Jaice is boring me to tears.

Olen slow to his feet, pulls Jaice up and suplexes him and both men lay on their backs in the center of the ring, exhausted. Both begin to pull themselves up, Olen attempts a punch, but Jaice blocks. Wilds lands a right-hand punch, and another, and another; back Olen up into the ropes before whipping him across. Attempting a swinging clothesline, Olen ducks and puts the brakes on. As Wilds turns around Olen hoists him up and delivers a spine buster. Another cover!

MIKEY MASSACRE: ONE!….. TWO!….. THR-.. NO!! NO!! A nanosecond, that’s how close it was. Olen can’t believe it.

BUBBA J: Buuuuuuuuuuuuurp!

Olen gets Wilds back to his feet and shoves him into the corner, an Irish whip across the ring gets reversed and Wilds is quick to capitalize with a springboard back elbow. As Ace staggers out of the corner, Wilds drops him with a super kick and goes for a cover himself.

MIKEY MASSACRE: ONE…. TWO…. THRE– NO!!! NO!!! Jaice now the one in disbelief!

Jaice gets to his feet, playing to the crowd that it’s time for the Aerial Ace! The fans get to their feet, cheering as Jaice heads to the top turnbuckle. But before Jaice can get situated, Olen springs to life and knocks his legs out from under him. Wilds falls on top of the turnbuckle, and while he’s writhing in pain from his groin, Olen delivers a super kick of his own to Jaice’s jaw!

BUBBA J: Did you hear that!?

Wilds topples off the turnbuckle onto the mat, Olen is down on all fours barely able to stand. As Jaice finally makes it to his feet, he pulls Olen up by his hair and just like that…

MIKEY MASSACRE: INVERTED THREE-QUARTER BULLDOG!!! HERE’S THE COVER!!

BUBBA J:ONE…. TWO….. THREE!!!

DING!! DING!! DING!!

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” fills the arena as Jenny Jersey makes the official announcement

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ACE! OLEN!

Olen rolls onto his back, the referee checking on him before aiding him to his feet. Wilds is slow to leave the ring as well. Not even on his feet for one second before Olen hears…

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Coldplay overtake his own entrance music. Simon Kalis quickly emerges from the entranceway, walking quickly to the ring and sliding to face his brother. We can see his lips moving, but with no microphone, it’s hard to make out the words.

BUBBA J: Kalis does not look happy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You might be hearing this at home, but Kalis seems to be asking Olen repeatedly, “Where’s Brian?”

BUBBA J: What’s that about?

Olen just waves his brother off and starts to walk past him before Kalis grabs him and spins him around. Again asking him, “Where’s Brian?!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen obviously has no idea of what his brother is talking about.

Olen again tries to leave, but Kalis pulls him back into the ring and this time shoving his brother. Olen puts his finger in Kalis’ face, and without saying a word, starts to leave for a third time. This time, Kalis rears back and punches Olen in the face and…

BUBBA J: HERE WE GO!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was only a matter of time and the powder keg has just exploded!

Olen and Kalis continue trading off rapid fire punches before Olen launches his brother over the top rope to the floor. Following him out, Olen grabs the chair that Jenny Jersey was occupying, folds it up and nails Kalis in his back several times before throwing the bent piece of metal to the floor.

To the approval of the fans, Olen starts to walk around the ring but Kalis is only down – not out. Kalis grabs the chair and runs after his brother, hitting him in the back as well before tossing the chair. Pulling Olen to his feet, he starts punching him in the head before slamming him face first into the steps. While Ace is on the ground, Kalis runs and kicks him square in the rib cage. Olen rolls up the aisle way and Kalis again kicks him in the ribs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen down. He’s already been beaten by an assailant earlier this evening, I’m assuming it was Simon Kalis! Then a hard fought bout with Jaice Wilds! And now, trying to fend off this onslaught from his brother again!

BUBBA J: There are as many Kalises as Kurtises, Mavericks, we know what these people do when there’s nothing on television.

Kalis pulls Olen to his feet, Olen is quick to throw a punch at Simon’s face. And the two start to exchange hard right-hands to the skull as they make their way to the locker room. The cameras refusing to follow the action.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Words can’t describe. Obviously, some very, VERY bitter blood between those two.

BUBBA J: Talk about your sibling rivalry! Ace and Simon are dysfunctional!

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll be right back after the break.

COMMERCIAL

Chet Whettleson stands at ringside with a mic.

Chet: Fans, before we get to the next exciting match, allow me to re-introduce you to a face we haven’t seen in a while. The self-proclaimed queen of hardcore: Marina Blue!

The fans cheer as Marina (in the stands) waves to the audience.

Chet: Marina, we haven’t seen or heard from you in 2 and a half months. We all want to know what you’ve been up to.

Marina: Well I’ve mostly been rehabbing my various injuries. The hardcore life definitely takes a toll on the body.

Chet: I bet it does. We have been waiting for you to heal up and come back to us. How much longer do we have to wait?

Marina: Well the doctors keep telling me to stay out and keep rehabbing, but you know what? I just can’t resist the urge to come out and bust the balls of all the degenerate freaks in this company any more. I’m back baby, and if the doctors don’t like that, they can lick my pooper.

Chet: And I bet many of ‘em have. Well a lot has changed in Rebel-Pro since you’ve gone, you think you can still hang with the big boys?

Marina: If I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be here. But it’s not just the boys I plan to hang with. We have some tough girls in this fed now, my old friend Lisa Seldon the world champ, and Emily Corlen the aggression champ. If I don’t come back already and regain my form, I have no business calling myself the queen of hardcore anymore.

Chet: You’ve captured the aggression belt twice before, will you aim to win it a third time, or is it strictly world title at this point?

Marina: Gold is gold Chet; I’ll take anything I can get. Either one will be incredible tough to win. For now, I plan to do my homework and watch a great female athlete kick some guy’s ass.

The crowd chants “show your tits” at the adult actress.

Chet: I guess we know what the fans have been missing.

Marina: (sighs) Of course.

Chet: Going to give ‘em what they want? Keep in mind it is live TV.

Marina turns around.

Marina: Miss these?

She flashes the mob, which erupts into cheers.

Chet: Well it sure is good to have you back Marina Blue.

Marina: It’ll be better when I start breaking balls again. How about I start with yours Chet?

Chet: (laughing) I better get going, enjoy the show.

Commercial

“Walk Away” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a very hate filled reaction is a member of the Extreme Elite, Hostile. He makes his way down to the squared circle slowly, methodically, and staring at the very center of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jersey City, New Jersey; he stands at six feet two inches while weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… he is the Challenger for the Aggression Title… HOSTILE!

Hostile steps through the ropes, before turning to glare at the entrance curtain and his opponent, the Aggression Champion, Emily Corlen.

“She Wolf” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a big amount of cheering, is the Aggression Champion Emily Corlen. Emily walks down to the ring, glad handing fans and staring up at Hostile inside the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Rockford, Illinois; she stands at five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and forty-five pounds… she is your Aggression Champion… EMILY CORLEN!

Emily leaps up to the apron, before stepping through the ropes and glaring with hatred at Hostile standing opposite.

DING DING

Collar and elbow lockup, but Hostile doesn’t wait to lock in the traditional opening hold for a match. Hostile with a right hand, a second, and a elbow to Emily’s temple rocks her against the ropes early on. Hostile with a whip sends Emily running to the other ropes, Hostile rolling forward and springing up sending a roundhouse kick into her temple knocking her over the top rope to the outside. Hostile again doesn’t wait as he runs to launch himself over the top rope with a suicide dive over the top!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with a chair right into the face of Hostile.

BUBBA J: Makes him uglier than he already is.

Emily lifts Hostile up, whipping him against the ringpost before flipping onto her hands and driving both feet right into his now bloody face(thanks to the damn chair shot). Emily leaps up to the ring apron, sitting on Hostile’s shoulders with a headscissors before flipping and twisting him up and over himself to the concrete floor below.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What an athletic move there from the current Aggression Champion!

BUBBA J: Hostile had better gather himself in or Emily just may retain.

Emily lifts Hostile up to his knees, slamming a knee… no wait, Hostile grabs the knee shoving Emily in the gut with his free hand! Emily’s back slams hard into the apron and Hostile comes up swinging the chair, connecting with a solid swing right into her face knocking her backwards into the apron once again. Emily falls forward right into a knee lift from Hostile before he lifts her up, dropping her throat first across the railing.

BUBBA J: That’s my boy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Glad to see that you don’t pick favorites.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do, I like Emily’s tits and ass, but she just can’t hang with Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So, the only reason you like her is because of her assets?

BUBBA J: Well, she does have a pretty face.

Hostile pulls Emily from her seated position slamming a fist right into her face.

BUBBA J: Or at least she did.

Hostile lifts her to her feet, but Emily with a surprise knee into Hostile’s groin gets her a break she needs desperately. Emily leaps to the railing, coming off with a spinning toe kick right to his face spinning him around to smash his face right onto the ring apron. Emily lands on her ass, but quickly springs back up, coming over to Hostile. Emily leaps with a scissorskick, but Hostile ducks under the first kick coming up between her legs, catching and spinning her around to slam onto the steel chair with a spinebuster.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What! A! Counter!

BUBBA J: That is why he is Extreme Elite and you… weren’t.

Hostile rolls Emily, who is holding her back in pain, into the ring and slides a table in after her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile’s got wood.

BUBBA J: I do too as a matter of fact. Something about hot chicks and blood…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Disturbing images and I think I’m going to be sick.

Hostile sets up the table, rolling Emily onto the top before climbing up top, motioning for the New Jersey Headshot.

BUBBA J: This one is going to be over early.

Hostile leaps, but Emily springs up to her feet quickly, catching Hostile and helping him smash his face right through the table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe… not.

Emily rolls Hostile over.

One…

Two…

Hostile with a shoulder up, but Emily doesn’t mind she pulls Hostile back up to his feet. Shove into the corner, Emily comes flying through with a knee to his ribs before leaping up top. Placing her shin on the back of his neck, Emily rolls foorward sending Hostile’s face into her other knee as it turns up just enough so that the bridge of his nose makes solid contact.

BUBBA J: That… had to break his nose.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Was it the crunch or the gouts of blood that gave it away.

Emily doesn’t make the cover, Hostile too near the ropes and a pinfall cannot take place in the ropes. Emily pulls Hostile out of the corner, climbing back up top, diving off with an elbow onto the back of Hostile’s neck.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily going after Hostile’s neck here in this contest.

BUBBA J: You think? I mean really Mikey, what gave that away?

Emily pulls Hostile up, he coming willingly enough. Emily places his head between her legs, lifting… but Hostile with a back body sends her slamming onto the remains of the table!

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Hostile drops to one knee, the combination of last week’s match and this one, taking its toll on the Challenger. Hostile off the ropes as Emily sits back up, a dazed look in her eyes. Hostile slams a knee into nothing as Emily falls back avoiding the knee. Hostile catches himself back flipping from the middle rope over Emily before dropkicking her in the side of the skull. Emily falls to the side, but Hostile is going to press the advantage while he has it and pulls her up to her feet. Hostile with a whip into the corner, following in with a clothesline trying to decapitate the Aggression Champion. Hostile slams a knee into her midsection before slamming her with an European uppercut for good measure. Hostile in firm control now lifts Emily up onto the top turnbuckle.

BUBBA J: Look at Hostile go!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As Emily has proven, never count her out in a match, no matter what the cost.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but I won’t help her out in this match.

Hostile gets Emily up onto his shoulders, and manages to stand up on the top turnbuckle as well.

BUBBA J: Hostile going for something big here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile slips!

But he manages to drive Emily’s skull into some remaining table pieces, he goes for the cover!

One…

Two…

Thr

Emily able to get a shoulder up!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily kicks out, keeps her title.

BUBBA J: For now.

Hostile pulls Emily back up, piledriver slams her skull into the canvas for a second time in nearly as many seconds. Hostile with another cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

Emily with another kickout, her heart just won’t let her be pinned!

BUBBA J: Got to give it to Emily, she is one tough person inside that ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You won’t find me disagreeing with you.

Hostile lifts the Aggression Champion up to her feet, small package!

One…

Two…

Hostile rolls over, pinning Emily!

One…

Two…

Emily breaks the hold, shooting up to her feet, but Hostile is there nailing her in the face with a boot to the face. Emily stumbles back into the ropes, rebounding with a head of steam. Hostile lowers his head for a back body! Emily goes up, Hostile spins around with Emily in the air, catching her to bring her down back first with a weird looking spinebuster. But Emily catches his head flipping him over!

MIKEY MASSACRE: My gawd what a counter from Emily there!

BUBBA J: She turned Hostile every which way there, but both are back to their feet.

They come together, Emily ducking under the outstretched arms kicking back at Hostile’s right knee. Hostile spins out of the way dropping down to dive forward with a shoulder block! Emily leaps over, driving both feet down into Hostile’s back with a mushroom stomp.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fast paced wrestling there.

BUBBA J: Hostile can do that too.

Emily brings herself off the ropes, springing to the top turnbuckle to flip off with a moonsault onto Hostile, she covers.

One…

Two…

Hostile throws a shoulder up.

BUBBA J: At a boy!

Emily pulls Hostile up, wrapping her arms around his waist from the rear; she lifts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s one!

Emily drops Hostile with a second German.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And she goes for the pin part of Rolling Thunder!

One…

Two…

Hostile shoves his shoulder up again, but Emily springs up to her feet. Emily helps Hostile up, whip into the ropes, she rolls forward, springing up right into a running clothesline from Hostile flipping her inside out.

BUBBA J: I think she may have just lost a tooth.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily flipped inside out there!

Hostile calmly, with a smirk on his face, locks her in the Demon’s Dream.

BUBBA J: She’s gonna tap here, no doubt about it.

Emily groans in pain, but refuses to tap or submit verbally.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She doesn’t look like it to me.

Emily manages to get one knee under her, shoving for the ropes and reaches it! No submission counts while in the ropes in Rebel Pro, although Hostile doesn’t have to break the hold. Emily shoves on through, falling outside and breaking the Demon’s Dream. Emily rolls away as Hostile stands back up in the squared circle. Hostile runs off the ropes, diving through the middle and top, slamming into Emily sending her back first into the railing. Hostile rolls up to his feet, Irish whip sends her into the ring apron. Emily leaps up to the apron, back flipping to Hostile’s shoulders, but he doesn’t go when Emily tries a hurricanrana. Hostile spins around, Emily’s skull slams heavily into the ringpost, a bit of blood flying up upon impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh my gauwd!

BUBBA J: Just a scalp wound, they bleed more ya know.

Hostile smirks as he unceremonously tosses Emily’s lifeless form into the ring where she rolls onto her back.

BUBBA J: Hostile going for The New Jersey Headshot!

MIKEY MASSACRE: With a steel chair in front of his own head!

BUBBA J: He is one sick and saddistic bastard ain’t he?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Reminds me of ur old days in Rebel Pro.

BUBBA J: Connects!

Hostile with the cover, Emily isn’t moving at all.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… Hostile!

BUBBA J: That’s Extreme! That’s Elite. That… is Extreme Elite right there in the ring Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As EMTs rush down to the ring here folks, we are signing off and hope all of you will join us for Barbed Wire Massacre 2011 next Friday Night!

EMTs rush into the ring, sliding Emily up onto the board, that was a vicious shot she took to the head on the outside. Bubba J steps into the ring, holding the Aggression title, placing it on Hostile’s shoulders as Emily is slid out of the ring. Bubba J and Hostile look on as Emily raises a hand, unclips the straps holding her to the stretcher and rolls off. Emily kneels on one knee for a minute before shoving up to her feet, blood pouring down her face showing a crimson mask, the color of her skin doesn’t show through the blood pouring down her face. Emily stares back at Hostile inside the ring, her eyes bright with anger and almost vowing to win that title back given her next oppurtunity.

…Fade into the Rebel Pro Logo…

AOWF Honor Bound Night 3

We cut right into the ring, no fancy intro, just some damn Rebel Pro Action!

JENNY JERSEY: In the left corner, we have The Millennium Game Justin Case!

Booooooooo!

JENNY JERSEY: And in this corner we have The Show Chad Kurtis!

Roof… well its gone… not really but it could have been.

DING DING

Chad comes off firing a right forearm into Case’s face, but Justin ducks under sending Chad over with a hiptoss to the canvas. Chad rolls up to his feet kicking out with a superkick in the early going. Justin ducks to the side, catching the ankle and dragging Chad down to the canvas in an ankle lock. Chad rolls over quickly kicking out with his free foot to connect with air as Justin releases the hold as he ducks out of the kick’s path. Chad kips up to his feet, ala Shawn Michaels, just as Justin rolls up to his feet as well. Chad ducks under a clothesline kicking backwards but Justin spins out of the way and into the ropes coming off with a running forearm. Chad catches the wrist going up behind Justin in a crucifix position bringing Justin over to smash his head into the canvas. Justin rolls back up to his feet a bit slower than before but Chad is already there whipping Justin into the ropes with an Irish whip. Justin with a reversal sends Chad into the ropes instead and lowers his head for a back body drop. Chad with a swinging neckbreaker! No wait, Justin counters with a neckbreaker of his own and Show is down. Chad rolls over slower than before but is getting back up to his feet as Justin does the same.

BUBBA J: Chad and Justin putting on a clinic here in the early going.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth technical wrestling, not something we are used to seeing from a Rebel Pro match.

Chad with a sweeping roundhouse kick, Justin ducking under slamming Chad in the back of the head with his forearm, grabbing a side headlock. Chad with an elbow into the side of Case, a second, and a third doesn’t break the hold. Chad wraps his arms around Case’s waist, lifting up, falling back sending Case’s head into the canvas hard. Chad back up to his feet, coming at Justin as Case sits up slowly. Chad leaps over Case, bouncing off the ropes with a dropkick, but Case lays back down and Show flies over missing his target. Case up quickly, pulling Chad up to his feet. Chad with a right hand, breaking out of the front facelock into an arm wrench into a wristlock. Chad with a swift kick to the ribs, a second, and going for a third when Case grabs the foot shoving Chad down before locking on a single legged Boston Crab. Chad crawls for the ropes.

BUBBA J: No safety in the ropes in Rebel Pro Chaddy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But we’ve seen Chad get out of this hold before, different wrestler, same hold.

Chad is about a foot from the ropes when Justin drags him back to the center of the ring. Chad twists and pushes himself up and to the side breaking the hold temporarily. Case spins around, Chad plants both feet right into his gut doubling the former Rebel Pro Champion over at the waist. Chad kips back up, off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker. Case shoves him away just before he finishes the move preventing it for a second time. Chad uses the momentum to spring off the middle rope catching Case in the temple with a spinning toe kick causing him to hit the ropes. Case bounces back right into a snap Northern Lights suplex that gets the crowd’s big pop. Chad rolls over dropping a leg drop across Case’s neck before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Case gets up to his feet, his back to Chad. Case turns, Chad flies off with a front flipping dropkick. Case catches the feet, falling backwards and catapulting Chad face first into the opposite corner!

BUBBA J: What a counter there from Case!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I tend to agree, Chad is feeling the effects of that one.

Chad slowly pulls himself out of the corner as Justin stalks over. Chad turns around, not focusing on anything but throwing a wild haymaker in hopes of connecting. Case grabs the wrist, bringing it into his chest before hooking Chad up, allowing him to spring from the middle ropes and twist slamming the top of Chad’s skull into the canvas with a loud thunking sound.

BUBBA J: He kilt him!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I doubt that.

BUBBA J: After years, Case just kilt my worstest enemy!

Case makes the cover, a bit nonchalantly.

One…

Two…

Chad with a shoulder up has the crowd shocked, but cheering; however Justin can’t believe it.

BUBBA J: Great! I still got a chance.

Case pulls Chad up, whipping his dazed form into the corner, following it up with a stinging chop to the chest, a second, and a third. Chad fires back with a wild right hand, but Justin catches the wrist nailing Chad in the ribs with his knee for good measure. Case lifts Show up onto the top t urnbuckle, hooking his head for a superplex. Justin lifts…

Show counters with a twist catching Case and bringing him down with an inverted DDT from the top rope!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn!

BUBBA J: Another great counter, he had to steal that from someone.

Chad lays on the canvas breathing heavily, panting, and trying to regain his composure; Justin lays there still unmoving. Chad shoves up to his knees, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs from his attic. Chad up to his feet, off the ropes as Justin reaches a knee.

Shining Wizard!

Chad back in the ropes, springing backwards with a knee into Case’s chest before hopping back up to his feet. Chad twists a finger around in the air, palying to the crowd, before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, his back to Case.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Best! Moonsault! Ever!

BUBBA J: Shut up you Kurtis mark!

Chad hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Case with a shoulder up gets the match to continue; Chad looks a bit stunned. Chad pulls Case up to his feet, whip into the corner. Chad rushes in.

Bluegrass Breeze! From Justin Case!

BUBBA J: Way to use his own move against him, Case is my pick to win here tonight!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As if there was any doubt.

Chad lays on the canvas as Justin climbs to the top turnbuckle leaping off with a shooting star press! Case hooks the leg

One…

Two…

Three!

No wait, Chad shoves his shoulder up just in the last possible moment!

BUBBA J: Holy shit that was close!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do you care that you aren’t supposed to cuss on television?

BUBBA J: Not really, it seems to bother others like I give wrestlers a bad name… but fuck them is what I say.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mmmmm hmmmm.

Case can’t believe it, but he pulls Show up to his feet anyways, whipping him into the corner. Case follows in with a shoulderblock, Chad leaps up to the middle turnbuckle avoiding the shoulder. Chad comes down with both feet into Justin’s back sending him to kiss the bottom turnbuckle with his entire face. Chad leaps off Case’s body and to the other side before running back and leaping into the air for a reverse bronco buster type move. Case falls at the last second, but Chad is able to catch himself and prevent any injury. Chad turns around right into The Benchmark!(roll th edice) Justin makes the cover!

One…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who does that hand belong to?

Two…

BUBBA J: You got me.

Chad tries to put his foot on the rope, but the hand prevents him from reaching the rope.

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving the Rebel Pro World Title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre 2011… “The Millennium Game”… Justin Case!

Justin steps out of the ring as “Victory” blares to life in the speakers, the fans pleased with the match, but most of them wanting Chad Kurtis to have won instead. Justin steps back through the curtain as Chad just stares at his retreating back, so close but so far away. Chad goes to stand.

“Judith” hits up in the speakers as Chad’s facial features torque in disgust for the man that this song represents. Chad stares at the curtain waiting on his newest nemesis to come forth from the backstage, but Jason Christopher comes from under the ring instead, staring and laughing at “The Show” sitting in the ring.

JASON CHRISTOPHER: You wanted a Holy War Chad, a Holy War you shall receive. This…

He motions to the ring, idicating the previous match and thus Chad’s loss.

JASON CHRISTOPHER: Is only the beginning.”

Chad just stares, now knowing that Jason is the one that cost him a shot at the Rebel Pro World Title.

BUBBA J: Kid’s got spunk Mikey and Ilike him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Only because he cost Chad a title match or a possible title match.

BUBBA J: I need no other reason.

Jason walks backwards up the entrance ramp, just staring cold daggers at Chad Kurtis inside the ring, smiling and laughing with cold humorless eyes.

Just as the next bout is about to start….
“No More Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper blasts from the speakers in the arena…
The spotlight turns to the curtain leading from the back…and the curtain parts and a large man dressed in a blue jean jacket, red lumberjack shirt and faded blue jeans emerges. This is one of the newest members of REBEL PRO Kris Klondike. He walks straight to the ring, ignoring outstretched hands and enters grabbing the mic.

“Cut the music…!! Hey ya all, I am Kris Klondike, and it is my first appearance here in REBEL, yeah I know I was supposed to be on the card last week, but here is the story…
As most of ya know.. I just moved from the west coast and wells I guess I forgots to reset my watch, to your time. I decided to grabs a nap before the match..and wells I guess to tells ya the truth I slept thru my match. So I gots to apologize to all yas who boughts a ticket to see me, and wells I guess I gots to reschedule my first match here. As well, I am sure that I will gets another crack at Ace Olen, and this time I will shows for sure”

“Now here is bit about me.. I been just about everywheres in North America, Florida, Washington, across Canada and California… but ya knows I never been one to win any popularity contest. In any of them places… seems the fans just never gots behind me. But ya knows what.. I don’t cares if ya does or not.. I aint here to be a nice guy and makes ya all loves me, but I tells ya that every times I gets in here, the ring, I will give ya my all. If ya likes that good and if ya don’t…well too bad. Simple as that. I been in every kind of match ya can imagine, and well I march to my own drummer..so I does as I like… sometimes it don’t win me any friends, but as well I thinks I gains the respect of the other wrestlers….heck I got lots of guys that don’t likes that I does as I please. So now all I can do is waits for the guys upstairs to give me match.. and then ya will see where I really does my talking.. inside these here ropes…!!”

Kris Klondike walks over and hands the mic back…he spreads the ropes, climbs out and walks directly to the back.. again avoiding all the outstretched hands and cheers. Not acknowledging anything the crowd did…. And he disappears behind the black curtain…

A waterfall of black and red pyro cascades at the top of the ramp as the first chords of “Walk Away” by Five Finger Death Punch sounds over th P.A.

“I’m sorry, for the demon I’ve become, You should be sorry, for the angel you are not, I apologize, for the cruel things that I did, But I don’t regret, one single word I said,”

The pyro clears to reveal “The Jersey City Demon” Hostile standing center stage; a close up to his face shows his trademark sardonic smirk on his lips and a gleam of pure malevolence in his baby blue eyes.

“Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there’s just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is real,”

Announcer: And introducing, originally from Jersey City, New Jersey, now fighting out of Edmonton Alberta, Canada, he is the Jersey City Demon, Hostile!

“Could you forgive me, if I told you that I cared, Would you be sorry, if I swore that I’d be there, Please forgive me, for laughing when you fall, I’m so sorry, but I never cared at all,”

Hostile slowly, methodically begins walking towards the ring. He stops at the ring steps and slowly surveys the crowd.

“Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there’s just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is none of this is,”

He walks up the stairs with slow, deliberate steps and ducks under the top rope into the ring. He walks over to the far corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle to again survey the crowd.

“Just walk away make it easy on us both, Just walk away there was never any hope, Just walk away you already know the deal, Just walk away pretend that none of this was …none of this was real.”

Hostile steps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the corner waiting for the bell as the music fades away.

The arena goes dark. The crowd goes silent, and the sound of hooves echoes through the arena. A spotlight goes on over the stage, as a man rides a white horse out of the entranceway. He brings his animal to a stop at the far right of the stage, and holds a bow across his lap. Another spotlight goes on, bathing the area to his left in red light.

A second horse emerges, and its rider unsheathes a sword. It stands under the red spotlight, and its coat appears to take on a red hue to match. A third light comes on, to the left of the ramp.

The third horse is a black one, and its rider holds a pair of old-fashioned scales. As he brings his animal to a stop on the left-hand side of the ramp, a fourth spotlight illuminates the far left of the stage.

The fourth horse is a pale gray, a sickly color, and it holds its head low. Its rider carries a scythe, and wears a black robe. The four horses stand on the stage, and a man emerges through the stage curtain. No spotlight heralds his arrival, but his flowing white robes are bright enough to be seen by everyone in the darkness.

He walks forward, standing at the top of the ramp. He lifts his arms out to his sides, and throws his head back, facing the heavens. As he does this, a peal of thunder rings out, and lightning strikes the ringposts.

The opening riff of The Four Horsemen by Metallica blasts through the arena sound system, and the horses on stage nearly buck their riders. The lights in the arena come back on in a blinding flash, and the man throws off his robes to reveal wrestling gear. White tights with “Second Coming” written down the left leg, black boots and elbow pads, and taped wrists.

Jason Christopher walks to the ring amid a hail of boos. One fan throws a bottle of water at him, and it barely misses. The next fan doesn’t miss with a cup of beer. Christopher merely keeps walking. He stands at the top of the ring stairs, blesses himself with the sign of the cross, and steps into the ring.

DING DING

Hostile starts
out with a right hand that’s blocked and countered with a right hand from Jason. Jason has the Crimson Cup Finalist reeling, Hostile’s backed into a corner. He
starts exchanging with Jason now and lands one flush on Jason’s jaw. Jason goes down like a cupcake down Vicky Guererro’s throat. Jason tries to get
up but Hostile starts wailing on the back of Jason. Shot after shot. Hostile picks the Wrestling World’s Savior up and SLAMS HIM. No cover, what’s the point this
early. Hostile turns Jason over, and slaps the back of his head several times. The crowd lets him have it, and aren’t very happy with that type of treatment
Jason is getting. Jason is picked up from behind… Jason swings his leg back, nailing Hostile in the balls! Stunner on Hostile! Jason gets up as fast as he can.
He turns Hostile over and mounts him. CROSSFACE FOREARMS LAND… ONE AFTER ANOTHER. The crowd goes crazy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Those cross face blows had to hurt. Hostile got hit with a dirty tactic, but it is REBEL so, all is fair.

BUBBA J: Hostile is one tough person, don’t count him out just yet.

Jason gets up and quickly heads outside the ring. Hostile rolls to the outside, following slowly behind Jason. Jason picks up a chair, but as he turns around,
he gets booted in the stomach. Jason is picked up for a POWERBOMB! Jason grabs the nearby ring post and hangs on for dear life. Jason hangs on with one hand,
using the other to nail Hostile in his head. Hostile eases his grip and Jason gets on the turnbuckle. He kicks Hostile in the side of the head. Hostile staggers
around, turning towards Jason. TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE ON Hostile! Jason rolls toward the railing as the crowd EXPLODES! Jason is up and pumped up. He grabs
a glass table from underneath the ring and slides it in the ring. He also grabs a barbed wire covered steel chair. It gets thrown in the ring as well.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason is littering the ring with Weapons of Hostile’s Destruction.

BUBBA J: Thought he didn’t go in for the hardcore?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guess he is going to show Hostile the error of his ways.

Jason grabs up Hostile and is quickly punched in the stomach. Jason doubles over, and attempts a knee lift, to retaliate. Hostile counters and has him
in a high cradle position… HIGH CRADLE SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR!

BUBBA J: High angle suplex puts Jason’s head into the concrete.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Does that hurt by the way?

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey.

Jason isn’t moving at all. Hostile gets up, holding his back as he hit the cement floor as well. Hostile sees Jason turn over and takes the time to lay
the boots to him. Hostile sets up Jason on the floor… SHARPSHOOTER! Jason’s back just landed hard and NOW has to survive this. No rope breaks in REBEL,
and besides that, THEY’RE OUTSIDE THE RING! Jason yells in pain. The crowd is chanting Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! and Jason can’t get out. Hostile is near Bubba J and starts

BUBBA J: Break his back, that’ll be something to brag about!

Hostile flips Mikey off, as the crowd cheers that for pure shock maybe. Hostile turns around and Jason SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF Hostile’S MOUTH! Hostile reels back but charges forward with a clothesline.. but it gets ducked. Hostile turns around
and Jason charges with his own clothesline… THEY TOPPLE OVER THE RAILING! Hard to tell who got hurt worse as the front row is moved back by security. Jimmy Johnson
just stands in the ring, watching the match unfold. Jason is up first, favoring his back still. He gets a chair from the crowd. WHAAAM! ACROSS THE BACK OF
Hostile! WHAM! AGAIN!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason taking control here.

BUBBA J: But Hostile is building up his energy, just wait.

Hostile struggles to his feet. Jason lands an uppercut. Jason picks up his chair and Big boot from Hostile! Jason is down. Hostile gets a chair of his own. Jason gets up
and WHAM! Jason is BUSTED WIDE OPEN. Hostile sees the blood and changes. He gets on top of the downed Jason driving a crown of barbed wire into his skull! LEFT… RIGHT…LEFT… RIGHT… NOW SOME SLAPS!
Jason is bleeding like a stuck pig, and Hostile is rubbing the blood all over the fans.
“THIS IS supposed to be the “Wrestling Savior?” spews from the mouth of Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason looks in bad shape.

BUBBA J: Damn right he does.

Hostile throws Jason over the railing and then climbs over it as well.
He gets Jason up and lays in a few boxer style punches. Jason covers up. Hostile backs up and looks to be going to nail Jason again… He charges and DROP
TOE HOLD… Hostile’s head into the ring steps. Jason is losing blood fast. Hostile is down, and Jason goes over to the announcers table. He grabs a first aid kit
and a towel. He wipes the blood off, and applies some Vaseline to the cut.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What is Jason doing?

BUBBA J: Preening I reckon, but he’s still uglier than you and that’s saying something.

Hostile is rising… Jason staggers and rolls into the ring, on the opposite side
of the ring. Hostile isn’t bleeding but looks super pissed. Hostile gets into the ring, and Jason is on the opposite side. Glass table and a chair in the ring.
Both laying flat down, and on the side of the ring. Jason and Hostile are getting an ovation. Hostile looks at the crowd as they have lost their fucking minds.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The crowd giving both men a standing applause.

BUBBA J: Not sure why, I’ve had hardcorer times with your girlfriend.

Jason and Hostile both motion for the other one to “bring it”. Jason and Hostile charge at the same time and begin to land punches everywhere. Hostile pushes Jason down, and Jason’s adrenaline kicks in as he gets up quickly, and STO! STO on Hostile. Jason covers.

One…

BUBBA J: Not even a two count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn! I thought that might end it, and we don’t even get a second slap on the mat.

Jason looks perturbed for sure. Hostile is getting up slowly, and Jason aims a punch at his head. BLOCKED! Hostile boots Jason in the gut and DDT! Hostile covers instinctual.

One…

Tw- NOT QUITE OVER YET!

Hostile doesn’t care. He begins to lay in elbows to the midsection of Jason. Jason gouges the eyes of Hostile trying to get him to stop. Hostile holds his eyes and rolls
off for a second. That second is enough for Hostile. Jason clubs Hostile in the head, then in the middle of the ring.. hooks in The Rings of Saturn!

BUBBA J: Hostile will never submit, just not in his vocabulary.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anyone will submit given enough pain.

BUBBA J: Not Hostile.

Hostile is struggling with it. Jason has both arms locked in the move that Perry Saturn made famous. Jason and Hostile are moving toward the ropes. Hostile is growling
in pain, but doesn’t stop trying to inch toward the ropes. Hostile is trying to go from the side to get his legs close to the ropes. After another surge,
Hostile has the foot on the ropes. The match will not end with a submission. But when will Jason let go of the move?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason isn’t letting go. He seems content with punishing the Victory and Rebel star.

BUBBA J: He’d better let go.

Jason FINALLY lets Hostile go. Jason gets up and smiles at the crowd. The crowd is cheering heavy for both men. Jason brings the man from New Jersey to the middle
of the ring. Cover.

One…
Two…

NO CIGAR!
Jason buries his now not so bloody face into his hands. Hostile is still alive and even a few cheers let out as the kick out occurred. Jason then gets on
Hostile, slapping him several times. Jason gets up and drops a leg on Hostile’s head. Jason leaves Hostile for the moment and goes over to set up the table. Hostile,
slowly gets up, and eyeballs Jason. Jason turns around receives a huge SPINE BUSTER! Jason isn’t pinned however. Hostile gets the chair and Jason tries his best to
get up. Jason finally does, then Hostile swings and misses. Jason kicks Hostile in the stomach, and… Hostile punches Jason in the balls getting the advantage back!

BUBBA J: Hold on a sec, nearly forgot something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are you doing?

Bubba J tosses something to Hostile, actually two somethings before nodding his thanks to The Ragin’ Redneck.
Hostile pours some lighter fluid on the barbed wire and tack covered table before holding up the can and lighter, much to the pleasure of the crowd here in the Osaka Joe Hall. Jason comes to, pulling himself up and holding at his manhood, Hostile facing away from this. CChad Kurtis, fresh from a shower and his the previous match, kips to the apron as Jason begins jawing at him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad Kurtis with a superkick nearly takes Jason Christopher’s head off!

BUBBA J: I guess instead of an eye for an eye its a loss for a loss!

Jason falls back onto the table, out cold as Chad Kurtis walks backwards up the ramp, his revenge done. Hostile stares at Kurtis not sure what to make of this development and then stares down at Jason Christopher. Hostile catches the crown of barbed wire from a fan who decided to toss it into the match instead of selling it on Ebay.

BUBBA J: Burn his ass!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh no, not another one.

Hostile places the crown on Jason’s head before pouring lighter fluid all over his unconscious body. Hostile slides out of the ring and pulls a nail gun from under the ring as well, gee wonder what that was doing there. Hostile steps back into the ring, driving the nails into the palms of Christopher before holding up the now lit lighter.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

Jason goes up like a crispy critter as Hostile leaps off the top rope, driving down with the New Jersey Headshot!

Hostile makes the cover in the burning wreckage.

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Security immediately rush in and put the flames out as Hostile stands up, his hand held high over the wreckage.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Hostile!

BUBBA J: That is the man right there Massacre, the fucking man!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If you say so, but what is going to happen next in this Holy War between Jason Christopher and Chad Kurtis?

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen… the following match is set for one fall and… is for the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship!

The crowd explodes!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger…

“Good Day To Die” by Godsmack begins to play in the arena. The red and white lights above the ring begin to search around in the crowd as the sound of 50 Roman candles above the entranceway go off in rapid fire, shooting towards the ring. The lights above the ring all come to form a Japanese flag on the wall above the entranceway, where Ace Olen appears with a white shirt on, with a red dot on the chest and the number “50” in etched in white.

– Cuz I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— Its time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die –

– Lived by the rules you that you gave me and fell apart –
— All the wrong turns down a dead end street so far –
— I stretch my wings and breathe in different day –
— Alone and broken is the price I pay –
— But that’s ok –

Ace holds his arms out, giving the fans reaching out ‘fives’ as he makes his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, staring down Emily Corlen.

– I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— It’s time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die –

Ace finally enters the ring, walking from one turnbuckle to the next, calling on the fans to cheer and they respond.

– Never fought out alive –
— Taking all I can take –
— It’s time to say goodbye –
— It’s a good day to die –

– Cuz I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— Its time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die —

Ace finally jumps off the last turnbuckle, pulling his tribute shirt over his head and hanging it up on the turnbuckle post, “50” side facing the crowd.

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The crowd cheers loudly as a military sounding march begins playing and two rows of soldiers pour out from the back; to the left, American soldiers and to the right, Japanese soldiers. They form two single file lines heading down the ramp, with the two in front stopping at the very bottom of the ramp. As all of the soldiers reach their designated positions, they turn to face the inside of the ramp, then all raises their rifles up, American soldiers crossing their weapons with Japanese soldiers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Look at that!

The military match goes silent as the soldiers stand along both sides of the ramp, unmoving. The lights in the arena then cut to black and the crowd cheers as a loud wolves’ howl penetrates the sound system. The voice of Shakira, sans music, blares across the arena.

THERE’S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET
OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE
THERE’S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET
LET IT OUT SO IT CAN BREATHE

The last word echoes throughout the arena, and moments after ringing out, the stage literally ERUPTS with pyro! One massive wave of bright red flames washes across the stage in an instant, and as the words “CRIMSON WOLF” stamp themselves onto the big screen, “Indestructible” by Disturbed kicks in!

ANOTHER MISSION
THE POWERS HAVE CALLED ME AWAY
ANOTHER TIME
TO CARRY THE COLORS AGAIN
MY MOTIVATION
AN OATH I’VE SWORN TO DEFEND
TO WIN THE HONOR
OF COMING BACK HOME AGAIN

As the soldiers still stand at attention, the crowd roars as “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen walks onto the ramp, REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in her hands! She steps to the middle of the stage and holds the Championship high in the air, posing as a red-tinted pyro shower rains down from the big screen behind her.

NO EXPLANATION
WILL MATTER AFTER WE BEGIN
UNLOCK THE DARK DESTROYER
THAT’S BURIED WITHIN
MY TRUE VOCATION
AND NOW MY UNFORTUNATE FRIEND
YOU WILL DISCOVER
A WAR YOU’RE UNABLE TO WIN

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing your REBEL Pro Aggression Champion… hailing from Rockford, Illinois… weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds of brute force…

I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW
THAT I’VE BECOME
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION
THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION
WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE

Emily grins sadistically, envisioning the beat down that is inevitably in store for her opponent tonight, Ace Olen, then slowly begins making her way down the ramp, still holding the Championship high, passing underneath the crossed rifles of the American and Japanese military men and women in place.

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT
HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND
WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE
I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

JENNY JERSEY: She is The Crimson Wolf… SHE IS EMILY… CORLEN!!!

INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION
THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION
WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE

Emily reaches the bottom of the ramp, and as she does, she kneels down, then quickly rises back up, thrusting the Aggression Championship high in the air, setting three more blasts of bright red pyro off on the stage. The soldiers then uncross their rifles and turn at the same time to face Emily, who has turned back to face them. The soldiers all salute the Crimson Wolf, then turn back towards the stage and make their way back up through the curtain.

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT
HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND
WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE
I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

Emily turns back towards the ring, and then slides the Aggression Championship inside before rolling into the ring. She grabs the title off the mat as she rises to her feet, then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and hoists the Championship high into the air again as the crowd cheers loudly.

BUBBA J: That’s a damn hell of an entrance, I’ll tell you that right now, and if her match with Kalis last week has anything to say about it, she just might BE indestructible!

Emily finally steps down from the corner and hands the Aggression Championship off to the referee, who passes it off to the timekeeper. The song slowly fades as Emily focuses on the match at hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There were serious words exchanged this week, and I’m betting they’ll be ready to back it up. Don’t you think, Bubba?

BUBBA J: Mmm… Emily.

DING DING DING

Emily and Ace lock up, with Ace twisting her arm into an armbar before whipping her into the ropes. Emily comes flying back with a body splash that takes Olen down quickly. Olen pushes her off of him and rolls away, getting to his feet as does The Crimson Wolf. Emily rushes Ace and brings her knee up into his gut, but Ace twists his body as he falls forward and throws out a stiff mule kick into the back of Emily’s head, sending her over the top rope as he hits the canvas inside of the ring. Corlen immediately gets back up and rummages under the ring for a weapon as Ace Olen climbs up to the top turnbuckle near her. As she comes back out and up, fans at ringside point up for her to watch out. She swings to turn around as Ace jumps off the top rope with a dropkick, the chair in her hands gets pushed forward into her face as they both hit the ground hard.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good anticipation by the wrestling veteran, Ace Olen.

BUBBA J: I think Emily still looks pretty, even with blood gurgling down her face.

Corlen’s immediately cut open across her face from the impact and crawls away as Olen gets to his feet. Olen stalks her and picks the dented chair back up, smashing it across her back. Not once! Not twice! Not thrice! But four times in quick succession before chucking it aside and pulling her up by her hair. Corlen’s tough though, and she immediately throws out an errant elbow that catches Ace in the chin. He stumbles back, dizzy and confused momentarily as Olen grabs his head and jumps back, dropping him face first into the chair. Emily gets onto the barricade, keeping her balance and as Ace pushes himself up with his hands on all fours, she jumps off the barricade, crushing his face between the chair and her feet as she double stomps him straight to hell. The crowd cheers!

BUBBA J: Sick!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Certainly that was a pretty crazy move!

Emily lifts Ace up by his hair now and whips him into the Japanese announcers table. She chases after him and grabs him by the throat, her veins popping as she lifts him up with both hands and hits a chokeslam- Seventh Heaven!- on Ace Olen, onto the Japanese announcers table. The table doesn’t break though and Ace wraps his legs around Emily’s head, twisting her to the ground. She rolls onto her shoulders, wrapping her legs around Ace’s waist from behind and they both look awkward in what could be a kama sutra sex hold, but isn’t- don’t worry. Emily uses her leg strength to take Ace down, but at the same time Ace maintains his grip with his ankles around her neck and it pushes her up and onto the japanese announcers table. Olen gets to his feet as Corlen sits up and they begin brawling, Emily seated on top of the Japanese announcer table while Olen stands. Finally Ace headbutts Emily and climbs up onto the table with her. He picks her up, locks her in and crashes her head first through the table with an evenflow DDT that rocks the arena in Osaka!

BUBBA J: DAAAAAAMN!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know what our friends at the Japanese announcers booth are saying but I’m sure it’s not something we can repeat.

BUBBA J: Like fuck we can’t.

OSAKA FANS: HORY SHIT! HORY SHIT! HORY SHIT!

BUBBA J: Hahaha.

Olen and Corlen are hurt in the wreckage of the Japanese announce table, Emily moreso obviously as her blonde hair is tinged with blood red. Ace rolls out of the wreck and holds his ribs, using the apron to get to his feet. Emily grabs onto one of the Japanese announcers and uses him as leverage to pull herself to her feet. She quickly pushes him aside and grabs a glass beer bottle from a fan at ringside, and turns to find Ace coming for her. She smashes the bottle over his face! It doesn’t break, but it hurts like a bitch! She hits him again with it, this time across the face and it still doesn’t break. Finally the third whack cracks it over his head, shards of glass and beer flowing out over and past Ace’s face. He’s bleeding now, the alcohol burning the cut a bit as well as Emily knees him in the gut and puts him between her legs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No way! No WAY she pulls this off!

BUBBA J: Sexy and strong, how sweet.

Emily pulls up with ALL her strength possible, quickly swinging with Olen in the air, his eyes wide with shock as she hits the CRIMSON PLUNGE him into the debris of the announcers table. Corlen falls to her knees, holding her arms in rotation in pain as she breathes heavily. Ace Olen is still stirring with life though, and he begins getting to his feet. Emily Corlen isn’t going to waste time as she climbs up onto the ring apron and watches him get to his feet. Olen sees her as she jumps off, trying the dropkick onto him this time but Olen steps out of the way, except at the last second she pulls her arm out and awkwardly clotheslines him down with her.

BUBBA J: That’s how you do it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with a last minute effort to get Olen any way she could pays off.

Emily is back on her feet and she goes back under the ring to search for weapons. Olen picks up that dented chair and slides it into the ring, climbing up onto the ring apron. As Corlen crawls out from beneath the ring, falls onto her with a leg drop that pushes her neck into the barbed wire bat she found under the ring. Emily tugs it off her throat and chokes as Olen rolls off of her to get away. She quickly swings from her prone position, whacking it into Olen’s back and tearing flesh off of him. Ace stumbles to his knees and she gets to her knees, swinging the bat and cracking Olen in the side of the head like a coat hanger on a fetus.

BUBBA J: I think Emily just Fukashima’d Ace’s head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: … Dear lord.

BUBBA J: Too soon?

Emily rolls back into the ring and kicks the chair aside, as Ace climbs to his feet completely bloodied and groggy at this point as well. He slides in after her and Emily still has that barbed wire baseball bat. She swings as Ace gets up, but he puts his arms up to block it from hitting his head. It still hurts as it rips his flesh off his arms as she pulls back. Ace stumbles forward, Emily drops the bat and runs behind him! She lifts him up in stunning fashion- THE CATALYST ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The first pinfall attempt of this match finally, and Ace Olen doesn’t give out!

BUBBA J: Tough son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.

Corlen breathes heavily in disbelief as Ace refuses to go down. She picks him back up by the hair and sets him up- M.D.K!!!! RIGHT ON THE FUCKING CHAIR!!! Ace’s face is smashed in, undenting the chair he originally dented with Corlen’s face as she rolls him over and covers once again.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, by pinfall… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… THE CRIMSON WOLF…. EMILY CORLEN!

BUBBA J: What a win for the Aggression Champion!

MIKEY MASSACRE: This time she did it on her own too!

BUBBA J: Pfffft!

Ace and Emily, on their feet in the ring shake hands to the cheers of the crowd and a clear display of showmanship and respect. Corlen heads backstage, holding her Aggression title high in the air as Ace leans against the ropes shaking his head.. But she walks up the ramp backwards and as she turns around, she walks right into Simon Kalis. Kalis simply ignores her as he stares coldly at Ace, who finally notices his half brother. Simon stares at Ace with disgust, before following Emily Corlen backstage.

BUBBA J: What was all that about?

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s some bad blood brewing beneath the surface, but either way! Emily Corlen with a huge, convincing win here tonight at Honor Bound NIGHT 3!

BUBBA J: REBEL Pro, FUCK YEAH!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is going to feature a special guest commentator… he hails from Hollywood, California…

A trio of drumrolls cue up Slayer’s “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,” and the guitars ring as the bass carries the main melody. Chug-chug-chug-chug goes both guitars before going into the main melody along with the bass, and, at the 27-second mark, Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain sipping on a bottle of Aquafina. Laz’s eyes, as usual, stay hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban’s, and he hangs his arms at his sides after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee. The crowd goes crazy.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former PWA World Champion… “THE PREMIERE ATTRACTION”… COREY LAZARUS!!!

Corey looks presentable tonight in a black business suit. He makes his way around the ring and joins BUBBA J and MIKEY MASSACRE at the announcer’s table. We hear a faint click, signaling Corey has his headset on and is ready to go as his music dies down – thank God.

COREY LAZARUS: Gentlemen, it’s good to be here tonight.

BUBBA J: Thanks for joining us Corey, but why are you here tonight?

COREY LAZARUS: You think I’m going to miss this match, Bubba? Sure I could have acquired front row seats, or even bought out one of the entire front rows for me and my entourage, but I felt like going a step further.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well Corey, it’s an honor to have you here on REBEL Pro’s edition of Honor Bound.

COREY LAZARUS: Thank you Mikey.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, the following match up will be decided under LADDER MATCH rules and is for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first…

The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull… The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what’s going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear – a number of fans from this promotion, at least some of them, and especially those of the old school AOWF persuasion, should all ready know what to expect….

“Now or Never”. Dope. The fans that get it are automatically launching out fanfare, and while it’s meshed inbetween a number of cheer’s, but mostly boo’s for tonight’s match up, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls….

### What’d you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you’re Looking at me… ###
### …And I don’t know why ###

COREY LAZARUS: Have I ever said how much I loathe this song?

BUBBA J: No, you haven’t.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t mind it.

### I don’t know and I’m not sure… ###
### …Have you lost your way? ###
### …Did You Lose Your Mind? ###
### …Are You Out of Time? ###

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold – which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin “Thunderwolf” Kelser, and his lovely companion for the evening in the way of Enika Engel, stroll out from the back, hand in hand, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the former’s waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above the couple begins ticking off various moments from Wolf’s career

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as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn’t last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch the two passing under an aqua sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Tucker’s Town, Bermuda…and is being accompanied tonight by Victory Wrestling superstar Enika Engel…

### You say goodbye… ###
### Like everything’s all right. ###

### You say goodbye…. ###
### Like everything’s all right… ###

Thunderwolf’s attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down silk shirt (cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his color before leading Enika to the center of the entry way. His wife & escort for the evening has on a diagonally-cut, faded denim skirt and a tucked in, shoulderless, blue tee bearing little more than a Rolling Stones Lips & Tongue logo – a throw back to the old days. A pair of pink and white Candies (with ankle socks jutting up out of each) cover each foot so delicately, and it can be dually noted that her legs are oiled to the nines. Her hair is flipped outwards at the ends, cut since the last time she was on camera to just above shoulder-length now. A dangling emerald adorns each ear and her ocean blue eyes sparkle under the house lights. That crimson smile speaks volumes…

BUBBA J: I don’t think Enika is right in the head, guys.

COREY LAZARUS: I enjoy this rather vicious side of her, to be honest. Not to mention, her palpable hue is just glowing fantastically.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Her what is how and where was I?

BUBBA J: Calm down, Mikey.

For one of the first times in his career the technicians finally get it right as the couple embraces at the end of the aforementioned entrance ramp to trigger off the ‘artificial rain’ kissing portion of Thunderwolf’s entrance (the rain is basically just very small openings from the pipes over head in the rafters being opened to give off this watery illusion), The two lock lips for what seems like an eternity, but only results in nothing more than couple of seconds for everyone else. There’s a certain ex-wife probably not giving a damn right now.

### If we go on it’s now or never ###
### If we go on… ###

Thunderwolf swipes a loose strand of hair that dangles in front of Enika’s eyes, behind her ear, and whispers something into her ear that gets at least a giggle, before he sets her back down and they head for the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former two-time AoWF Intercontinental Champion… standing in tonight at 5’11″ and weighing in at 194 pounds…

### If we go on it’s now or never ###
### If we go on… ###

JENNY JERSEY: He is… DUSTIN… “THUNDERWOLF”…. KELSER!

Thunderwolf and Enika split ways for a single moment as they walk around opposite sides of the single ladder that stands ten feet up the rampway away from the ring. Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. His knee, underneath his pants, his noticeably braced. He backs up into his neutral corner and awaits the opening bell…
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

“Please allow me to introduce myself..
I’m a man of wealth and taste.

I’ve been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man’s soul and faith.”

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the PWA’s World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring, the World Title strapped around his waist and shining brighter than ever.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds…

“Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.”

Engel passes right underneath the ladder, stopping for a moment to look at it. He looks back at the ring at Wolf. Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

“I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made.”

JENNY JERSEY: He is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion… a PWA Hall of Famer… MATTHEW… “THE VIRUS” … ENGEL!!!

“Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
’cause I’m in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I’ll lay your soul to waste.”

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He hands his belt to the referee, and the referee straps the belt on the hook. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

COREY LAZARUS: And now the most coveted World Title in the community, one that eluded me for several years but inevitably came within my grasp, will be decided in a gruesome ladder match that will shake the foundation of this arena, boys.

BUBBA J: The title is being hoisted up, and it sits 15 feet above the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We have a ladder that is that tall, right?

BUBBA J: Yes Mikey, this isn’t our first ladder match.

DING DING DING!

Wolf and Matthew circle each other in the center of the ring, neither wanting to make the first mistake. Engel begins to taunt Wolf with some words as Wolf jaws back at his former tag team partner. Collar and elbow, but Matthew ducks under to deliver a swift kick to Wolf’s back sending the PWA legend stumbling forward. Wolf spins around and Engel is there with a forearm to the face, but Wolf counters it with a wristlock turning it into a hammerlock. Wolf changes into a side headlock, but Engel counters with a punch to the back of Wolf’s left knee. Wolf releases the hold, Engel with a spinning fist right into Wolf’s temple. Engel off the ropes, running bulldog takes Wolf down to the canvas.

Matthew off the ropes, baseball slide into Wolf’s face, but Wolf is up out of the way. Matthew slides on out of the ring, springing up on the apron to leap to the top rope. Matthew dives off the top with a springboard dropkick, but Wolf catches him, spinning around with a wheelbarrow slam in center ring. Wolf rushes over, knee drop to the head, but Matthew rolls out of the way as well, but he is unable to avoid the entire move. Part of Wolf’s boot catches him but it as though Matthew didn’t even feel it. Matthew uses his speed to slam a shoulder into the ribs of the rising Wolf. Wolf rolls over onto his back, Engel is there and connects with the baseball slide. Matthew up again, pulling Wolf into a seated position, fist to the face, a second fist to the face, and a spinning elbow shot to the temple has Wolf reeling already. Wolf shoves Engel backwards, shoving up to his feet quickly, he charges at Engel. Drop toe hold sends Wolf’s throat across the middle rope. Engel quickly running to the near turnbuckle, diving off with a knee drop that drives the rope deeper into Wolf’s throat and causes Thunderwolf to gasp for breath.

BUBBA J: cut off his air supply, ideal tactic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Too early for a pin, but a sound strategy if you can’t get your breath, you can’t fight at one hundred percent.

Engel off the ropes, running punt kick right to Wolf’s chin rolls him off the ropes where Engel lays into Wolf with the foot stomps. Engel goes after a stomp to the throat of Wolf, but Wolf manages to catch the foot pulling Engel off balance. Matthew’s face slams into the top turnbuckle and he falls backwards from the impact. Wolf up quickly, slamming a shoulder into Engel’s midsection before quickly wrapping his arms around Engel’s waist and slams Engel to the might with a big-time

COREY LAZARUS: Picture perfect spinebuster there.
spinebuster.

Engel must be hurting after that, but he valiantly tries to get back up to his feet, Wolf kindly helps him out with that task. Wolf pounds a fist into Engel’s face before tucking his head under Engel’s arm. Northern Lights Suplex from Wolf has Engel down again. Wolf rolls up to his feet, but Engel is there already too. Engel charges at Wolf, leap frog from Wolf catches Matthew off his guard, allowing Wolf to spin around and kick him in the gut. Wolf tries for a DDT, but Engel rains down right and lefts breaking Wolf’s concentration. Engel shoves his weight towards Wolf’s head causing him to stumble backwards. Engel flips over the back of Wolf causing him to fall down and Engel drives his entire body weight down on Wolf taking him by surprise. Engel up, Wolf up. Engel with a running knee and Wolf is prepared, but it is a fake by Engel as he drives a right hand into the face of Wolf sending him into the corner. Matthew with a body splash on Wolf before climbing to mount Wolf in the corner.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Wolf shakes his head, but Engel had it scouted as he rolls backwards to avoid most of the impact. He slams into Wolf as he is shaking his head driving his left knee right into Wolf’s mouth but no blood yet. Engel keeps on the attack with another lifted knee, then a third. Engel is tenacious in his attack of Wolf, taking the fight to him and keeping it there. Engel sets him up in the center of the ring for a piledriver, he yells something out to the crowd. Wolf reverses with a back body sending Engel back first on the canvas. Wolf stumbles forward, deciding to use the momentum to his advantage. Wolf bounces off the ropes, Engel is sitting up, Wolf slams a boot right into the back of his skull folding him up like a package. Wolf pulls Engel up, forearm to the face. Chop to the chest.

BUBBA J: Wooooo!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Idiot.

COREY LAZARUS: I agree there Mikey.

Woooooooo!

Yeah the crowd is into it. Chop again and it is followed by a third and the woos fill the arena. Wolf looks behind him, Irish whip. Engel runs towards the turnbuckle, Wolf spins charging in after him. Engel runs up the turnbuckle, Wolf slams into the corner. Engel lands on his feet behind Wolf, Wolf spins. Superkick from Wolf takes Engel by surprise and right on the chin taking Engel out on the canvas. Wolf points to his temple. Wolf pulls him up, lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Wolf spins as he tosses Engel.
Engel catches Wolf by the hair on his head, dragging him down into a quick DDT from nearly six feet in the air! Matthew doesn’t show any expression as he pounds fists into Wolf’s face from his prone position. Matthew is bringing the violence and Wolf is bringing the speed and agility. Matthew looks up at the crowd, smirking at them. Wolf slams a fist into Engel’s chin rocking him back on his heels. Wolf shoves up to his feet, side headlock. Matthew with an elbow into Wolf’s ribs a second, and a third breaks the side headlock. Engel off the ropes, knee into the ribs sends Wolf stumbling. Matthew springs off the ropes with a flying fist to the back of Wolf’s skull sending him forward again.

COREY LAZARUS: Here comes the Shining Wizard.

BUBBA J: Lets see some damn blood!

Wolf falls to one knee, Shining Wizard from Engel takes Wolf down on the canvas, he slams Wolf’s knee into the canvas to try and weaken his vertical base. Engel is tenacious in his attack with stomp after stomp on the left knee now. Engel off the ropes, dropkick into the left knee before he locks on a leg lock to weaken it further. Wolf sits up, fist to the face, but Engel sways out of the way as he avoids the punch and drops the submission. Engel up to his feet, but so is Wolf, both showing resilience early. Engel flies with a forearm, Wolf avoids. Engel catches his forward progress with a hand on each side of the turnbuckle. Looking while upside down, Engel grabs Wolf on each side of his head with his feet. Wolf smiles as he pulls Engel out of the corner, but Engel wanted just that. Engel spins around twisting his body to flip Wolf over in the center ring to land on his shoulder and side of the head. Engel walks over, knowing that he must stay on the attack here. Engel drops a knee onto Wolf’s forehead before leaping into the air with a second one as well. Engel climbs to the top turnbuckle, measuring Wolf as he dives from the top with a double foot stomp right onto Wolf’s face and sending him out cold. Engel rolls through the impact, springing up to his feet to bounce off the ropes, spring to the middle, and come off with a back flip into a leg drop across his throat.
Engel helps him up to his feet, Wolf slams a fist into Engel’s gut, a second, and a third, swinging neckbreaker takes Engel down. Wolf is down too, and this match is less than ten minutes old. Wolf crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with their assistance, but Engel is doing the same, showing that reserve and determination to end Wolf; but Wolf is showing the same. The crowd is definitely into this match even if no hardcore elements have come into play. Wolf runs at Engel, but Matthew ducks under the clothesline. Wolf with a back kick takes Matthew by surprise sending him into the ropes. Matthew rebounds right into a rear waistlock from Wolf. Belly to belly suplex slams Engel down on his head. Wolf pulls Engel to a seated position, placing his knee in between Matthew’s shoulder blades before yanking his arms back in a submission hold. Engel grunts out in pain, his eyes closed to block out anything else and give him concentration. Engel rolls to the right, to the left, to the right but Wolf follows him with every sway of his body. Engel rolls to the left, but Wolf lets him loose, choosing instead to follow him with stomps to the back and kicks to the ribs. Engel rolls onto the apron, Wolf pushes him on out to the floor.

BUBBA J: There we go, stomps and kicks.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thought you were for Engel?

BUBBA J: I’m for violence Mikey.

Wolf hits the ropes once again as Engel gets up to a kneeling position then to a standing position. Wolf dives over the top rope with a suicide plancha as he flips over Engel catching him in a over the shoulder three quarter facelock into a stunner!
The crowd explodes because Wolf is taking all the chances he can here to keep Engel on the attack. Even Enika looks impressed with Wolf’s agility, giving her husband proper praise on the outside of the ring. But the move cost Wolf as he slammed down hard on his left knee, causing him to wince in pain. Wolf gets up, slowly, but he does manage it turning around to find Engel getting up as well, his back turned to him. Wolf stomps forward, but Engel drops down, tripping Wolf up slamming him face first into the ring apron and causing him to bounce back from the impact. Wolf holds at his mouth as Engel springs to the apron, flying off with a toe kick right to Wolf’s temple driving Wolf to the ground. Wolf’s head slams into the railing, but Matthew is far from finished as he pulls himself back up, a wide and evil smirk on his face. He pulls Wolf up, grabbing him in a wristlock. Engel uses all of his weight behind the move as he drops down to whip Wolf into the steps and send the steps flying to the railing that is protecting the fans.
Engel walks over, calmly and methodically stalking Wolf as he waits for him to stand back up, which he is trying to do here. Wolf is on his hands and knees, but Engel delivers a vicious kick right to his ass sending him head first into the disassembled steps. Wolf pulls himself up on his knees, a hand on both sides of the steps as Engel stalks forward. Enika is right there, however, and Matthew turns toward her. No words are exchanged, simply a look of disgust from Enika and a look of despair from Matt. Brother and sister, one hates the other and the other is full of regret. Engel turns around meeting the steel steps right in the face. Engel drops like a sack of rocks as he just falls limply right there in the spot. Engel’s head is up against the railing and Wolf looks at the steps.

COREY LAZARUS: Wolf spotting those steps behind Engel’ head can only mean a catastrophy is about to be born.

BUBBA J: Maybe some blood too.

Wolf looks back at the crowd once again, the steps slam into Engel’s face for a second time. Something seems to have unlocked in Wolf as he backs up, tossing the steps at Engel and they land in his lap. Wolf jumps into the air, driving the steps into Matthew’s sternum with a high impact dropkick. The air rushes right out of Engel’s lungs before Wolf rolls back up to his feet, the distaste of Engel evident on his face. Wolf pulls the nearly unconscious form of Matthew up and tries for a Cry of the Wolf on the outside, but Engel struggles out of the headlock and gives Wolf a kick to his bad knee. Engel shoves his doubled fists upward right into Wolf’s manhood causing him to groan in pain and the men in the crowd to agree with him. Engel shoves upwards with a brass knuckle assisted uppercut to the chin that rocks Wolf backward on his haunches.
Matthew rolls Wolf back inside the ring where he can use the ropes to his advantage and out wrestle Wolf. He pulls himself onto the apron, crawling to the top turnbuckle, diving off while twisting his body in mid air, but Wolf rolls back onto the apron. Engel hits nothing but canvas.

BUBBA J: And he misses.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

COREY LAZARUS: Are you always this obvious when calling a match?

Wolf gets himself up, as Engel clutches at his midsection in pain he turns around. Right fist from Wolf, a second, and a third has Engel reeling but he’s still holding onto the ropes. Wolf shoves his shoulder through the ropes connecting with Engel’s sore sternum which causes him to let go of the top rope’s support. Wolf steps through, delivering a big knee into Engel’s face before whipping him into the ropes. Wolf bounces off as well, clothesline ducked by Engel. Wolf spins around, kick right to his face sends him down on one knee, Engel off the ropes. Springboard heel kick to the temple sends Wolf onto the other knee. Engel hits the ropes again, dropkick right to the face, but Wolf can’t bend that way so Engel hits the ropes behind him catching Wolf with a running bulldog and down to the canvas. Engel gets in Wolf’s face and begins to trash talk his former partner. Engel with a closed right hand to Wolf’s face and a second rocks Wolf’s jaw in the prone position. Engel pulls Wolf up to a kneeling position so the crowd can watch him pound away at his flesh and his head with all the closed rights and lefts he wants to. Matthew rears back, delivering a stinging knife edge chop right to Wolf’s Adam’s apple that causes him to begin gagging. Engel sticks his hands on either side of Wolf’s mouth and pulls his cheeks apart as though he is trying to make his smile look like The Joker. Wolf seems to be out on his knees though but the pain brings him around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looking like the Dark Knight’s Joker.

COREY LAZARUS: This match is going to only increase in the violence and withheld feelings.

Wolf fires a weak right, but Engel is able to easily avoid the blow instead kicking Wolf in the gut with his boot before slamming the point of his elbow into Wolf’s mouth. Engel slams the elbow into Wolf’s cheek before spitting right in his face. The wad of spit runs down Wolf’s face humiliating him a bit further before Engel mockingly wipes the spit all over PWA legend’s face.
Engel rushes at Wolf and nails him with a front dropkick to the chest! Wolf cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Wolf up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, accidentally giving Wolf enough time to catch his breath. Wolf slams his elbow into Engel’s stomach and then hooks up Engel with a front facelock. He puts Engel’s arm over his head and then cradles Engel’s left leg. He hits Engel with a big-time fisherman’s suplex.
Wolf is to his feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Wolf slaps on a sleeper hold. Engel tries his hardest to fight it, but eventually falls to the mat. The referee is down in Engel’s face, asking if he wants to give up. Engel shakes his head, and tries to fight back with elbow shots to Wolf. Wolf just tightens the grip, and Engel’s face begins to turn red. Engel manages to reach for a piece of broken glass that Wolf plucked out of his leg and stabs Wolf in the arm with it!
Wolf screams out in pain and lets the sleeper hold go. Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Wolf is back up to his feet however, and pulls the glass out of his arm. He screams out in anger and then Wolf hits a soccer kick on Engel, and gets him to his feet. Wolf sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a clothesline. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Wolf climbs to the top rope. He gets a cheap pop from the crowd. He flies off and connects with a legdrop over Engel’s throat.

BUBBA J: Leg drop there nearly decapitates Engel.

COREY LAZARUS: So elequant with your words Bubba.

Engel is up to his feet as Wolf grins. Wolf lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Wolf up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Wolf’s back and neck and then kicks out the back of his knee. Wolf is down to one knee and Engel steps back and unleashes a really hard kick into Wolf’ neck. Wolf falls to the mat and Engel is on the attack. He hits Wolf with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Wolf up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter.
Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in The referee’s face. He’s claiming he had the three count before Wolf got his shoulder up. The referee stands her ground, but Engel reminds her of the importance of the match. The referee kindly replies with a “I don’t give a fuck, Wolf got his shoulder up”. Engel just gives The referee a smile and meanwhile, Wolf regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he’s met with a devastating big boot from Wolf. Engel flies into the corner. Wolf mounts and unchambers lefts and rights. He finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt, and Engel falls to the canvas. Engel to a knee and Wolf grabs him by the hair. Wolf rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf with a big time tornado DDT.

COREY LAZARUS: Back and forth here tonight, both men want the illustrious prize above the ring and willing to do damn near anything to get it.

Engel shakes it off and tries to get to his feet. Wolf drops an elbow on his back and follows it up with some stiff kicks to the back of the head. Wolf gets Engel to his feet and works his arm again. Engel falls to a knee, but looks up into Wolf’ eyes and gets an adrenaline shot. Engel muscles back up to his feet and flips out of the arm bar. Still holding onto Wolf, Engel nails Wolf with a roundhouse he’ll never forget. Engel climbs the top rope – five star frog splash. Perfect.
Engel to his feet and Wolf uses the ropes to get up. Wolf rushes at Engel and locks up with him. Engel shoves Wolf out of his grips and into the ropes. Wolf rebounds looking to connect a lariat on Engel, but Engel ducks and Wolf stops on a dime, kicks Engel low. Wolf tries for the Planter, but Engel slams the back of his head into Wolf’ groin. Wolf cowers away in a lot of pain. Engel slams a roundhouse kick into Wolf’ face and Wolf is against the ropes. Engel gets an idea and locks Wolf arms between the top and middle ropes. Wolf can’t go anywhere now. Engel slides out of the ring and grabs a fire extinguisher. Engel climbs back in the ring and nails Wolf in the gut with the fire extinguisher, and finishes off the attack with a shot to the head. Wolf screams out in pain.. and Engel drops the fire extinguisher to the mat.
However, Engel isn’t done yet. Engel uses whatever strength he has left to also lock Wolf’ neck between the top and middle ropes. The pressure from the ropes is giving Wolf a mild choke, but not life threatening. However, Engel climbs out to the apron and underhooks Wolf’s arms and shoulders. Engel also has both the top and middle ropes hooked as well, and if Engel were to pull down on Wolf, it would choke him even more.

BUBBA J: Now here we go, choke that bitch.

COREY LAZARUS: Thunderwolf is not a bitch Bubba J.

BUBBA J: No disrespect meant, he’s been around a long time; but if it were Engel being choked he’d be a bitch too.

COREY LAZARUS: Your vocabulary never ceases to amaze me with its shallowness.

And that’s exactly what he does. Engel purposefully loses his footing on the apron, but holds onto Wolf and the ropes as best as he can. The result chokes Wolf incredibly with the ropes and Engel’s weight, and Wolf’s life begins to dwindle away. Engel is dangling on the side of the ring, holding onto Wolf for another submission. Engel slips off, unable to maintain the position as blood rushes to his head as well. Engel’s had enough though and gets a ladder from under the ring. Engel slides the ladder into the ring, following in after the twenty feet of steel. Thunderwolf lays there, out cold and unmoving. Engel lifts the ladder, suplexing it onto the unmoving form of Thunderwolf for good measure. Engel sets the ladder up, beginning his climb to the top, smirking down at Thunderwolf below him. Engel reaches up for the gold… the ladder goes sailing over sending Engel flying out of the ring and crashing into the announcer’s table!

Thunderwolf crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with agonizing slowness as Engel is now the one unmoving in the debris of the Announcer’s table. Thunderwolf shakes his head from side to side trying to get blood back into his head before he spots the ladder leaning on the top rope and spies Engel still unmoving on the remains of the table. Thunderwolf hits the ropes with all he’s got bringing the ladder out of the ring with him corkscrewing with the ladder before he lands on top of Engel. The move cost Thundeerwold though as he is gasping for breath, the match having taken its toll on the wrestling veteran. Thunderwolf once again pulls himself up, this time with the aid of the railing and looks to the fans in the building nodding and it gives him enough to pull himself up to his full height and stomp down on the ladder driving it into Engel’s broken body.

BUBBA J: Are we on?

MIKEY MASSACRE: It appears to be so.

Thunderwolf slides th ladder back into the ring, going in after it and sets it up right under the belt. Thunderwolf looks up to the belt as he climbs, but Engel is stirring and Thunderwolf is moving excrutiatingly slow up the twenty feet. Thunderwolf is about ten feet up when Engel manages to somehow slide into the ring, bleeding from his back to stare up at Thunderwolf touching the belt. Engel charges at the ladder, sending Thunderwolf falling from the top, almost hooking his hand in the belt, but not quite fast enough. Thunderwolf lands on the top rope, back flipping to catch Engel right in the mouth with a dropkick sending him into the ropes. Engel bounces back right into a drop toe hold slamming his face into the steel.
Thunderwolf off the ropes, leaping over Engel, springing backwards with a springboard moon stault onto Engel’s head driving him face first onto the steel. Thunderwolf springs back up the adrenaline now flowing through his body the pain and match somewhat forgotten. Wolf lifts Engel up whipping him into the ropes, tossing him over the side of the ring and to the concrete floor below. Thunderwolf with a head of steam runs up the incline that is the ladder launching himself off with a scissorskick connecting with Engel as he tries to get up. Thunderwolf pulls Matthew back up, pissed of f and looking for some retribution of pain and past wrongs that he wants to make right through pain.

BUBBA J: Did we lose Corey?

COREY LAZARUS: Nope, I am still here probably much to your irritation.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I like him, puts you in your place.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey.

In the aisle! Matthew! Thunderwolf! Going at each other! The Virus has the advantage in brawling but Thunderwolf is bringing the heat, he wants the World title badly. Thunderwolf stuns Matthew, then clotheslines him right over the guardrail into the first row! Matthew gets up, Thunderwolf charges and dives over the guardrail into him, laying in right hands on the ground. Chairs are scattered everywhere! Thunderwolf gets up and hollers, pointing up high to where the belt dangles. He grabs Matthew by the hair and dumps him back into the aisle, following suit. Thunderwolf pulls Matthew along with him, smashing his face into the ring apron and propping him up against it. Chop! Now irish whip into another ladder on the outside.

Reversed!

Thunderwolf skids to a stop right before crashing into the ladder, then pops and locks. Matthew charges him, sidestep, wham into the ladder! Matthew lands on top of the metal device and rolls off into the aisle in some pain. Thunderwolf takes the opportunity to pick the ladder up and slide it into the ring. He begins to set it up, could he climb already? No, Matthew slides into the ring and attacks before Thunderwolf can get anywhere. They’re going at it again! Thunderwolf blocks Engel’s right hand, fires with his own! Matthew right, blocked, fires again. Thunderwolf punches the man into the ropes, irish whip, reversed, Matthew with a STO! Just laid the man out. Not Laid Out, just laid him out. Matthew throws down on his man with the trash-talk, and then… looks at the ladder.

BUBBA J: And now Virus grabbing the ladder with evil intentions… Thunderwolf getting to his feet, Matthew has the ladder over his shoulder like a weapon! The ladder RIGHT TO THE FACE, good God!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He got his hand up to try to block, but it didn’t do him much good!

CORY LAZARUS: How do you block a man driving a 20 foot ladder into your face?

Indeed. And Thunderwolf has got the juice going, red streaming down his forehead. Matthew looks cocky, brushing himself off like it ain’t no thing. Crowd hates him. Matthew takes the ladder and props it up in a corner? What’s he intending here? He grabs Thunderwolf by the legs and holds him, no, catapult into the ladder! Thunderwolf collides with the steel, head and body, and then crashes to the canvas and rolls outside. Matthew grabs the ladder and takes it to the center, setting it up. And he is climbing!

BUBBA J: Here we go! The World Champion is steps away from being crowned!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Matthew ascending the steps, he’s only a few away… Wait! Thunderwolf is back in the ring! He’s climbing up after Matthew, he’s got a leg!

COREY LAZARUS: These two are very intense here tonight, as they are inclined to be each time either man steps into the ring.

Matthew tries to kick Thunderwolf away, Thunderwolf falls off… rebounds off the ropes and shoves the ladder over! It goes sideways, but Matthew manages to jump off and land on his feet. He thinks he’s so damn smart -

Bitch Slap!

Matthew gets ROCKED by the big backhand slam of Thunderwolf! Matthew reels, and Thunderwolf throws some right hands his way! Irish whip, Matthew comes off, HIP TOSS Matthew GOES INTO THE LADDER! The ladder leaned on the ropes after falling and Matthew crashed right into it courtesy of the Thunderwolf hip toss! Matthew writhes in pain from the impact of his body against metal. Thunderwolf follows it up by grabbing the ladder away and driving it down into the mid-section of his foe! A brutal side shown from Thunderwolf here, slamming it down once, twice… then holding the ladder and choking Matthew out with the top of it. Wow.

BUBBA J: Intensity doesn’t describe these two here tonight.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Such hatred boiling out from both men here.

COREY LAZARUS: What do you expect, these two are rivals of the purest source.

Thunderwolf lays off Matthew for a minute, pondering his options. What exactly is he doing here? Thunderwolf doesn’t want to climb yet, he knows he won’t make it. He takes the ladder, puts it on the canvas… and slides it partly out of the ring. About a third of the ladder is sticking out in mid-air. Thunderwolf picks up Engel, holding him by the hair, what’s he doing here? Oh my god, you’ve got to be kidding! Thunderwolf hooks Matthew, he’s trying a suplex… he’s going to suplex Matthew over the ropes onto the ladder! No! Matthew flips out of the suplex at the top, lands on the ring apron! Thunderwolf turns around
Matthew DROPS TO THE FLOOR AND LEVERS THE LADDER
CRASH
The ladder levers up like a shotgun into Thunderwolf’s jaw! Good God!
Thunderwolf kicks the canvas in huge pain, rolling around as Matthew sits down on the concrete, leaning back against the ring apron to catch his breath. He’s pretty damn pleased with himself. Finally he gets up, grabbing the top of the ladder
BASEBALL SLIDE Thunderwolf
WHAM into the chest of Virus again, sending him sprawling back down the aisle! Thunderwolf in clear pain, but he’s trying to fight through it! TO THE TOP ROPE! Matthew gets up and looks up only to see Thunderwolf FLYING RIGHT AT HIM! BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! The crowd is cheering as both men lay on the concrete, Thunderwolf holding his jaw, Matthew his chest, the match is already taking it’s toll.

BUBBA J: What are these two going to do next?

COREY LAZARUS: Anything they can, possible even career homicide.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No, Bubba J, what AREN’T these men willing to do? Nothing is out of bounds! Nothing is too crazy! This is all about the World title!, Bill Hewson!

Thunderwolf rolls into the ring, grabbing the ladder and pulling it back in. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, Matthew seems to be having a hard time breathing. Thunderwolf is climbing. He’s getting up the ladder… he’s getting close to the top!
Two more steps!
One more step! He reaches out to touch the World title belt…
But Matthew is there, grabbing his leg. Thunderwolf tries to take the belt down to end this, but Matthew is climbing up after him. Wham, hammers the man in the back. Wait a minute! Thunderwolf… turned around… Matthew has him! NO! He can’t!
A fall into High Voltage from Engel! COMPLETE SHOT OFF THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS BELOW!
Both men hit the canvas hard, but the bloody Thunderwolf takes the worst of it. Matthew forces himself it, face a mask of pain (what you can see of it), and begins to climb the ladder! He’s going up, crowd booing his ass, but Thunderwolf is trying to get up. He’s grabbing the rungs to pull himself up on the other side. Matthew is near the top! He’s grabbing for the belt, but Thunderwolf is climbing… Thunderwolf reaches over the top of the ladder and slugs Matthew in the face. Matthew fires back! Thunderwolf shoots a shot, then wipes his face and bashes Virus’ face into the top of the ladder!
CLIMB
ONE
TWO
FLY
OH MY GOD!

BUBBA J: HOLY HELLLLLL!

MIKEY MASSACRE: MY GOD! MY GOD! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, Matthew MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF! Thunderwolf WITH A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

COREY LAZARUS: What a move to put Virus away!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

The crowd is STANDING as both men are down, Matthew looks damn near dead! sunset flip Powerbomb allll the way from the top, and finally Thunderwolf SPIN-A-ROONIES TO HIS FEET! He’s in pain, but he’s got enough in him to climb! And he’s SO CLOSE! Matthew isn’t moving, Matthew can’t stop him! Thunderwolf climbing up, almost there!
Reaches out!
Matthew SHOVES THE LADDER OVER WITH HIS FOOT!
Thunderwolf can’t stop his momentum and flies off the ladder landing crotch-first on the top rope! OH NO!
Wait just a damn second…
Thunderwolf bounces off the ropes and knocks his cock. Matthew, getting up, looks on in disgust. But there’s no denying balls of steel!! or the preventive cup!
Thunderwolf with a discus clothesline puts Matthew over the top rope. Now he’s climbing again!
Matthew grabs a chair from a front-row fan and comes into the ring

WHAM

RIGHT TO THE BACK OF Thunderwolf!
Thunderwolf sags, but holds onto the ladder. Matthew doesn’t want that, he climbs up a step or two and pulls Thunderwolf’s head backwards. Oh no…
HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER FROM HALF-WAY UP THE LADDER.

Oh my God, Thunderwolf just got killed. And Engel… Matthew looks on. But wait a minute. He looks at Thunderwolf… and his eyes flash. Matthew grabs the ladder and moves it out of the center of the ring…? You can’t reach the title belt from the corner… what is he doing? Thunderwolf is laying prone in the center of the ring, and Virus climbs to the top turnbuckle. Then he climbs the ladder up… he’s near the top! WAIT A MINUTE!
LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE TOP
Another High Voltage! FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDERRRRRRR!

MIKEY MASSACRE: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Matthew – FROM 15 FEET IN THE AIR!

BUBBA J: Some times they pay off, some times they don’t.

COREY LAZARUS: Brillint words, obvioius words, but well you stole them from someone I’m sure.

The crowd is again chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as Matthew and Thunderwolf lay on the canvas, neither man looking like they ever want to get up again. Matthew sacrificed his own body to keep Thunderwolf down though, and finally he drags himself up. He takes the ladder and brings it to the center of the ring, Thunderwolf laying near the edge of the canvas. Matthew has to climb, he can’t wait any longer.
He’s going up.
Five rungs left.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Matthew is at the TOP OF THE LADDER… he’s got his hands on the title belt! He just needs to take it off the ring -
When the ladder is no longer underneath him.
Matthew dangles in mid-air on the ring holding the belt as Thunderwolf takes the ladder to a corner where Matthew can’t get it! Still Virus Matthew trying to get the belt off the ring, but Thunderwolf on the top rope!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf fixing to…

BUBBA J: Send the ladder into Matthew like a lawn dart!

COREY LAZARUS: Damn! That is some destruction to a body there!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wait a minute, Engel’s got the belt!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association World Champion… Matthew Virus Engel!

Thunderwolf steps through the ropes, murder in his eyes as Enika rushes around to prevent Thunderwolf from doinging anything he may regret later.

BUBBA J: This was a hard fought match between two tough ass people, both should be proud.

COREY LAZARUS: You dumb cunt, the loser in a match is never proud, especially when a World Title is on the line. No wonder you never made much out of your career.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Laz.

EMTs rush down to the ring, checking on both men as we fade away into an advertisement for Night 4 on April 24 featuring the PWA talent of the AOWF.

The lights dim down until there is no more than a small flicker of light upon the crowd. A red spotlight shines down upon the top of the entrance ramp as a light fog brushes across the stage. Bob Seger’s “Turn The Page” hits the PA, the crowd anxious in waiting.

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin’ out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before

A figure steps out on the ramp, his face veiled by a cloak as he stands in the middle of the spotlight. His head is raised as he scans the audience, dropping back down before anyone can see his face.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you’re ridin’ sixteen hours
And there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
You just wish the trip was through

The figure slowly begins walking down the ramp, the fans silent as they watch him pace to the ring.

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Pyros shoot out either side of the ramp, lighting the place like daylight. The figure throws his cloak to the floor, revealing himself as Lucious Starr. The Untamed Fury points to each side, drawing in the mixed emotion of the crowd. He paces towards the ring once more, passion in his eyes.

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re shakin’ off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to explode

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up at the ring. He lowers his head, shaking it each way before looking back up, jumping up to the apron. He slides in under the top rope, heading for the nearest turnbuckle.

Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
“Is that a woman or a man?”
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don’t dare make a stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Lucious holds his arms out wide, curling his fingers up to draw the crowd. He waits there for a moment, taking in the emotions, then drops as he heads across the ring to do so again.

Out there in the spotlight
You’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… your Pioneer Wrestling Association Representative… LUCIOUS STARR!

The music begins to fade away as Lucious hops down, heading to ring center. He drops to one knee, glancing around the ring.

The opening chords of “Better Off Dead” by Death From Above 1979 cue up and as soon as the song really kicks in pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage. Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone’s attention is to the stage. By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side. He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans. Finale enters the ring and jogs around a bit while looking into the crowd, focused on the task at hand.

JENNY JERSEY: I give you, the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation Representative… FINALE!

Today… my name… is pain…
The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened big screen show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages… A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR… The guitar stops it’s long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the Big screen… Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, Viktor Stone, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, and Marxx…
Tonight… Tonight…
Tonight…
A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red….
GO!
“The New Ministry” from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your passion
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your heart
Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose, the Intercontinental Championship flinging out in her left arm, as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, slinging the title onto her shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing… she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at one hundred, forty two pounds…
Tonight… is… ours…
Now and forever
Tonight… is… ours…
WE BLEED TONIGHT!
Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.
Live out your dream
With everything you have inside you
This world can’t hold us back forever!
forever… FOREVER…
FORVER… FOREVER…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this is…. RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.
We Bleed Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your passion
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your heart
Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.
Tonight is ours
Now and forever
Tonight is ours
WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT…
Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

An eerie quiet comes over the arena, as smoke fills the stage area. The opening two notes to “Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain play, and a huge explosion of red and yellow fireworks explodes from the stage as Carbomb continues to play. From the smoke walks Vincent Black, a sneer on his face, standing tall. He is wearing a red “Extreme Elite” t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls, New York; he stands at six feet eleven inches while weighing in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… representing Extreme Elite… VINCENT BLACK!

He walks to the ring, stopping to talk shit to fans once or twice, and steps up on the apron, before stepping over the top rope.

DING DING

BUBBA J: Here we go with some fucking hardcore!

MIKEY MASSACRE: How’s your head, by the way.

BUBBA J: See those light tubes over there?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah…

BUBBA J: You are going to get real up close and personal with them if you mention my head again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Okay then, lets head to the ring for the headlining match.

Vincent with a punch to Lucious Starr gets the match underway as Finale and Riona lock up in a collar and elbow. Riona with a quick wristlock kicks the BWF wrestler in the ribs before leaping up and kicking him right in the face. Lucious pounds a fist back into Vincent’s face doubling with a second and tripling with a third. Vincent charges back with a running knee into Starr’s midsection doubling him over. Vincent brings down an elbow into Lucious’ back sending him to one knee. Lucious comes up with a double fist right i nto Vincent’s balls causing Black to turn green from the pain. Lucious with a running boot off the ropes sends Black over the top, still holding at his balls in pain. Lucious turns his attention to Finale and Riona, but Finale comes through with a flying kick sending Lucious over the top and on top of Black. Riona gets back up to her feet as Finale spins around, Riona with a roaring elbow smash to Finale, but he ducks under sending her face first into the barbed wire covered corner with a drop toe hold. Finale is up, stomping down on Riona’s head that drives her face deeper into the barbed wire and he is the first to draw blood here in this hardcore match. Finale pulls Riona up, but she is far from done as she slams her fist into his thigh sending him howling in pain as a little blood trickles from the spot. Riona holds a piece of barbed wire in her fist, bringing it down into Finale’s face before whipping him into the ropes. Finale rebounds right into a spinning heel kick taking him down to the canvas. Riona off the ropes, but Lucious slams a bw wrapped chair into her back and she stumbles forward from the impact. Vincent is rolling back up to his feet, still limping slightly as he heads over to Lucious Starr on the other side of the ring now. Vincent slams a big boot into the face of Lucious Starr before picking him up and tossing him into the bank of light tubes set aside for just such a purpose.

BUBBA J: It didn’t take long to get violent, I love it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sure didn’t they headed right into it.

BUBBA J: Mikey!

Vincent leans over, pulling Starr out of the glass tube fragments, but Lucious stabs him in the gut with a long piece causing blood to flow from the wound. Black pounds down into Lucious’ face with a vicious right, but Lucious just jabs the fragment back in towards Vincent’s gut. Vincent with a big knee rocks Starr’s head back then he lifts him up onto his shoulders in a powerslam position heading towrads another section of lights that are unbroken. Vincent charges in, Starr slips off his back driving his knees into Vincent’s chest and face into the light tubes… they explode everywhere.

BUBBA J: Plastic surgery, curtosey of Lucille Starr PhD.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, he headed right into it.

Back in the ring Riona has Finale in a side headlock, but Finale is fighting through with a series of elbow shots. Riona tightens the hold, but Finale shoves her into the corner where she slams into the bw covered pads, if you can even call bw covered pads… pads. Riona releases the hold, Finale lifting her up placing her on the top turnbuckle. Finale up behind her wraps his arms around her body, legs as well and falls forward off the top turnbuckle(out of the ring) right on top of a table that smashes into a hundred little pieces!

BUBBA J: Damn!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bold move there by the BWF United States Champion.

Finale rolls up, a bit worse for the move, but still able to get up to his feet. Finale digs under the ring pulling out a trash can of plunder that he tosses the contents of into the ring. Finale lifts the trashcan high, bringing it down solidly on Riona’s back causing her to twitch from the impact. Finale turns to repeat the gesture, but Lucious Starr comes flying off the ring apron slammiing a staple gun into Finale’s face and that along with the impact of his body slam them both into the railing protecting the fans. Lucious lifts the gun up high, before bringing it down and stapling Finale in the cheek.

CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk

Finale with a howl of pain fights up, slamming his elbow into Starr’s groin area before lifting him up, dropping him throat first across the raling. Lucious drops the staple gun, holding at his throat, as Finale slams a shard of table right into his face sending him over the railing and into the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They head into the crowd.

BUBBA J: Damn it Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What?! Oh… my bad…(he laughs)

Finale lifts Lucious back up, dropping him face first onto the seat of a vacated steel chair before folding it up. Vincent steals the chair from Finale, bringing it down on top of his head. Finale goes to one knee, but Vincent winds up for a homerun swing and connects!

BUBBA J: And its… outta here!

Vincent lifts the chair back up, all three men are covered in blood, but Vincent is looking the more worse for wear so far. Vincent brings the chair down… beer bottle to Vincent’s ass causes him to instinctively drop the chair. Vincent spins around, Riona up onto the seat of a chair quickly flying off with a kick right to Vincent’s face, the barbed wire covering her boot adding to the pain the Rebel Pro… I mean Extreme Elite representative feels. Riona is the only standing tall right now, but she isn’t exactly the picture of someone who has been lying around she too is covered in crimson, looking like the saddistic person one of her personalities is.

BUBBA J: She is one tough bitch, got to give her that. And I mean bitch as a compliment.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She has to be to survive in this type of environment.

Riona pulls Black up, whipping him into the railing and picking up the staple gun with a glint in her eyes. She dives at Vincent, but her aim is off, and she lands on the raling balancing precariously; she did that on purpose. Riona staples Vincent on the top of his skull before tossing it back to land on Finale. Riona grabs Vincent around the head, wrapping her left leg(knee) right at his throat and spinning around to drive her knee right into his throat, Vincent coughing up a bit of blood as he lands.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a move, she may have just destroyed Vincent’s Adam’s Apple.

BUBBA J: Vincent and all the others knew what they were getting into here tonight, but don’t count Vincent out just yet.

Finale grabs the staple gun, and a similar gleam comes into his eyes that Riona had earlier. Finale places the gun right on Starr’s crotch and the men in the crowd get very silent after a large groan.

CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk

BUBBA J: That hurts me and I’m sitting here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Me too.

BUBBA J: But then I realize that its Lucille Starr and doubt he feels anything the pussy that he is.

Lucious rolls around in pain, trying desperately to fight Finale off from the pain he is causing to his manhood. Finale goes for another staple, but the gun is all out so he picks up the bottle instead. Finale places the bottle on the ground in the perfect position before pulling Lucious up and driving him head first onto the bottle with a DDT. Finale isn’t finished though, he pulls Lucious up to his feet, whipping him into the railing. Finale leaps off a chair’s seat driving both feet right into Lucious’ face sending them both over the railing. Riona grabs Finale as he gets back up sending him back into the railing with a bloody chop to the chest. Fi nale fights back with one of his own, but Riona returns the favor; Finale returns in kind.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A bloody chop fest!

BUBBA J: How much blood have these people lost?

Riona with a third chop, but Finale ducks under the blow shoving Riona back with a shove. Riona stumbles over Starr and Vincent slamming her head on the ring apron. Finale darts forward as Riona rights herself slamming a knee into her face and then rolling her up onto the apron. Finale leans there catching his breath before tossing a trashcan into the ring for good measure. Finale opens a bag of thumbtacks, tossing many of them onto the trashcan before lifting Riona up to her feet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Goddamnit right onto the trashcan!

BUBBA J: This guy is proving that BWF may have had bad history in the past, but he is a true competitor.

Finale lays there catching his breath, Riona laying there bleeding, but Finale unable to cover for the pin. On the outside of the ring Lucious has picked himself up, Vincent having done the same as well. Lucious turns around receiving a brass knuckles shot from Vincent, causing him to fall back against the railing. Lucious smiles as he points to his head and fires a brass knuckles shot back at Vincent. Vincent with a shot, Lucious with a shot, Vincent, Lucious, Vincent, Lucious!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its Brass Knuckle warfare!

BUBBA J: Not many can go toe to toe with Vincent, Lucious must be on some kind of drugs, speed, heroine, or something like that.

Vincent stumbles back, blood pouring from his multiple wounds on his face, but Starr is bleeding heavily too. Vincent charges at Lucious, Starr with a snap Northern Lights suplex out of either desperation or desing; doesn’t matter he nailed it right onto a piece of C4 in the matting!

Boooooom!

Vincent grunts from the pain of his body making contact with the special surprise placed around the ring.

BUBBA J: We got C4?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Obviously, but no one mentioned it to me.

BUBBA J: I fucking love C4!

Lucious is shocked and stumbles back, having received a bit of pain from that as well. He pulls Vincent up nailing him in the face with a knee once, twice, and a third time. Vincent falls back pouring blood and probably out cold. Finale comes flying over the top rope with a kendo stick slamming it into Starr’s back on his way down Starr turns around, the barbed wire wrapped stick ripping his flesh even more. Finale swings the stick, Lucious sways out of the way. Lucious darts in nailing Finale in the face with a forearm and an elbow combination that has the BWF US Champion on the ropes(not literally because the two of them are outside the ring but you get the metaphor.) Finale fires back with a shot of his own, but Lucious hip tosses him onto some broken light tubes, the sharp points digging into Finale’s back and front as he rolls around trying to get up. Lucious stalks over to Finale, pulling him up and slamming him face first onto the ring apron before mouthing off to Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Fuck you too Starr.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is not the way to get a head in this business Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey, fuck you right in the fucking ear!

Lucious laughs as he lifts Finale up, slamming him onto the table where Bubba J and Mikey Massacre are sitting. Lucious digs under the ring pulling a ladder from under the vast open space that is a Rebel Pro ring because I swear there is probably a car under there too. Lucious speedily sets up the ladder before reaching into the ring and pulling out a stop sign wich he places on top of Finale’s face.

“Your chances stop here Finale!”

Starr climbs up the ladder, before leaping out with a front flip cannonball type move that will use his entire body weight to hurt if he lands on top of Finale… which he doesn’t. Finale rolls out of the way just before Starr slams through the table and sign, but he rolls into Bubba J and Mikey’s lap.

BUBBA J: Get off!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale is right in our laps folks.

Finale gets up, holding something he pulls from his boot… a box cutter! Lucious is out cold in the debris of the table and Finale leans over him… slicing a seven inch gash on Lucioius’ forehead!

BUBBA J: Scalp wounds always bleed more, but I swear I see bone.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale showing he is willing to do anything to win this AOWF title!

Back in the ring Riona is simply watching and resting, allowing all the others to kill themselves when she spots Black lumbering up to his feet. Riona looks down at her feet, at all of the plunder from the trashcan and spies… a cheese grater along with a pizza cutter; she smiles. Vincent leans over the railing, trying to gather himself for the rest of the fight. Riona comes flying off the top turnbuckle driving her right foot into his face sending the back of his head into the railing. Riona wastes no time in showboating instead dragging the grater across his face and chest bringing rivelets of blood to the surface as though we can tell there are anymore wounds on his already blood coated body. Riona holds up the pizza cutter and happily slices up his chest and cheek before digging her nails into the wounds and pulling them apart for added pain and torture. Vincent shoves Riona off, holding at his cheek that is pouring blood down his face. Riona rolls over to the apron and digs under the ring… coming out with rubbing alcohol and salt!

BUBBA J: That… is fixing to fucking hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like rubbing salt in a wound.

Riona opens the box, dumping salt all over Black’s body, the white salt turning red instantly as it makes contact with Black’s body. Riona then opens up the alcohol, pouring it into Vincent’s wounds as well. Black grunts from the pain, but it does something to focus him. Black kicks right out connecting with Riona’s womanhood, causing her to swear in pain. Black slams a fist up into her down turned face before shoving up and whipping her into the post. Black takes the grater, dragging it down her face and exposed cleavage for good measure. Black grabs the salt, throwing it into her face as well as pouring the alcohol into her eyes effectively blinding her; at least temporarily anyways. Riona swings out wildly hoping to connect with Vincent, but he easily side steps her. Black trips her up but spins her around nailing her with The New Hope!

BUBBA J: This one is over!

MIKEY MASSACRE: May be!

One…

Two…

Finale lands on top of the pin with the stop sign onto Black’s skull. Black rolls out, still running on adrenalline and slams a fist into Finale’s face busting his nose and or possibly breaking it. Finale holds at his nose in pain, but lets go when Black comes charging at him. Finale ducks out of the way, but Vincent is agile enough to change course and slam an elbow into Finale’s face. Finale goes down, but Black picks him right back up.

New Hope!

Countered!

Finale pounds a fist down into Black’s face, but it has little to no effect, but the box cutter does as Finale opens Black up at what appears to be temple to temple! Black drops the hold, but Finale brings him down to the mat with a facebuster! Finale rolls over to the ring, pulling out something he sees shining from under the cloth. Finale has a long strand of barbed wire and spins around smiling as he spots Black there still not moving.

BUBBA J: Black, as tough as he is, may be in for a world of hurt here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say you can bank on it.

Finale wraps the strand around Black’s throat before wrapping one end around his own wrist and locking Black in the liontamer portion of his Drawn and Quartered.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He calls that part of his Drawn and Quartered.

BUBBA J: Yeah, Vincent a bit too big for Finale to powerbomb there, may have saved him some damage.

Vincent crawls for under the apron, pulling out a ring wrench after about five minutes of being in the hold; or waht probably feels like five minutes anyways. Vincent swings backwards nailing Finale in the head just enough to break the hold. Vincent is coughing up even more blood and struggles up to his feet. Vincent turns around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Berserker from Finale!

Finale grabs Vincent’s head and mimicks Black giving him a very sensual blowjob.

BUBBA J: Come on, this is bullshit!

Finale slaps the spit right out of Vincent’s mouth as he turns around to confront Riona again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is just the person and type of wrestler that Finale is.

BUBBA J: Vincent is going to make him pay for that one thoh, I’ve got a feeling.

Riona flies through with a bw covered knee pad right into Finale’s face spinning him around and she catches him on the way down with a bulldog onto the floor!

BUBBA J: Now, that was impressive.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It seems that Riona does want this belt, proving that she will fight through any kind of adversity to win it.

Riona pulls Finale back up, nailing him in the face with a stiff five knuckles once, twice, three, four, and a fifth time splitting his cheek open with the force of the blows. Riona slams a knee into his face for good measure before pulling him up and tripping him so that his throat lands across the railing. Riona leaps up to the top turnbuckle, with Finale leaning across the railing and she leaps.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think she ripped off his head!

BUBBA J: Mikey, I fucking told you about that shit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Couldn’t resist.

Finale is gagging as we see Lucious Starr pick Black up rolling him into the ring as the second referee gets into position near Riona and Finale.

One…

Two…

Finale gets a shoulder up, barely, but he still fights through to get a shoulder up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Got to admire the guts of that kid.

BUBBA J: No I don’t.

Lucious places a table up in the ring with broken glass covering its surface; he digs around in the plunder tossing up a few tacks for good measure and a couple strands of barbed wire as Vincent is still trying to get his breath.

BUBBA J: Lucille better kick Vincent while he’s down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree, he isn’t one to take lightly as Lucious thinks.

Lucious slides the table concoction over to the corner before pulling Black up and shoving him back first into the corner. Lucious with a right hand rocks Black’s head back on his neck and Starr gets Black ready for The Grim Reaper!

BUBBA J: He’ll never get Black up, won’t happen.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Only time will tell, a person can do amazing things with something to fight for.

On the outside Riona lifts Finale up to his feet, but he slams a beer bottle into her groin; willing to do whatever it takes to finish this match with a win. Finale shatters the beer bottle right into Riona’s face sending glass flying and her holding at her face. Finale shatters six beer bottles from a fan who was definitely into Japanese beer while watching this match or this night of Honor Bound. Riona is picking glass out of her face when…

BUBBA J: Vincent with a back drop sends Lucious through the table of doom!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale with his Maximum Powerbomb!

Finale and Black both make the cover.

One… One…

Two… Two…

Three. Three

DING DING DING

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale with the win!

BUBBA J: Hell no you bearded bitch it was Vincent!

No one is sure, but what is sure is that none of the people are moving here in this match, all knowing that it is over one way or another. The referees rush over to the televisions in front of Bubba J and Mikey peering at them closely watching both pins before conferring. They nod in agreement before walking over to Jenny, covering their mouths, they tell her their decision.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEWWWW AOWF King Of Extreme Champion…. Finale!

The scene fades into the Rebel Pro logo with Finale holding his AOWF King Of Extreme Title high in the air.

Aggression 4-15-2011

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Jason Christopher preaching but his sermon is muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Jacob Venar climbing to the top turnbuckle!

“You got some attitude”

Venar hits the ‘Spread My Wings’ on some poor bastard!

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

Massacre and Bubba J sitting at ringside in a heated debate!

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

Marina Blue slinking her way to ringside, dressed in her slutty best!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Lisa Seldon Holding the REBEL World Championship high over her head!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Phoenix and the team of Might And Magic!

“Attitude, my canadian pharmacy attitude”

Jacob Venar throws Chris Casino off the top of a cage!

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

A giant chokeslam from Matthew Kurtis!

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

Freak Show winning the REBEL Tag Titles from the Bluegrass Mafia V.2!

BUBBA J: What a bunch of clowns!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Vincent Black stalking his way down to the ring!

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

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!

“You got some attitude”

Jacob Venar with the World Title draped over his shoulder.

As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marina Blue hitting a springboard seated senton on some poor (or lucky!) jobber!

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

The Tex-Mex Express battling with The Big Bo$$ Rider$!

“You got some attitude”

A rapid series of images of former REBEL Icons – Rex Caliber, Kyle Roberts, The ‘Assman’ Mike Trey, Great Alaskan Ninja!

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

We come back from a commercial hyping Rebel Pro’s Night 3 of Honor Bound to find all people in the ring. Johnson calls for the opening bell.

DING DING

Williams and Kurtis circle each other,
both looking for the right spot to start their offense. They lock
up…collarand elbow tie up. Both men try to take the advantage, but seem to
be evenly matched. Williams with a quick go behind with a rear waist lock, but
Kurtisquickly floats behind with a rear waist lock of his own. Williams
tries prying Kurtis’ hands apart, reaching success as he spins towards Kurtis
for another collar and elbow. Williams with another go behind, and this time
he applies a reverse hammerlock. Kurtis struggles to pull his arm free of
Williams’ grip. He grabs Williams by the head…snapmare! Williams
quickly returns to his feet and catches a boot from Kurtis. Kurtis with an
enziguri, but Williams ducks it! Williams still has ahold of Kurtis’ leg,
and Kurtis rolls through flipping Williams back first to the mat! Both men
return to their feet withsmiles on their faces. Kurtis attempts another lock
up, but Williams ducks under. Williams grabs Kurtis for a suplex, but
Kurtis blocks it! Kurtiswith a boot to the gut. He sets Williams up for a tornado DDT! He flips over, but Williams stalls him in mid air! Kurtis
struggles…and he rolls throughfor a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both men quickly return to their feet. Kurtis signals that he was “that
close” to beating Kenneth Williams The two men lock up again, and this time
Williams is able to use his power to force Kurtis in to the ropes. Williams
applies a side headlock, but Kurtis quickly pushes him off. Williams hits the
far ropes and Kurtis leap frogs over him on the rebound. Williams hits the
opposite ropes and is met with a hard knee to the gut when he returns to
Kurtis!Williams is hunched over, and Kurtis gets his leg across the back of
Williams’ neck, Williams rises forcing Kurtis to flip back landing on his
feet…andWilliams decapitates him with a vicious clothesline! Williams
grabs Kurtis’ legs, looking for a cloverleaf submission, but Kurtis blocks him
at everyturn! Williams slingshots Kurtis in to the ropes, but Kurtis lands
feet first on the middle rope…springboard dropkick as Williams returns to his
feet!Williams crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside! Kurtis waits as
Williams slowly gets up on the outside. Kurtis hits the far ropes…full head
of steam…SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE ON TO Williams!

BUBBA J: I wish these idiots would stop cheering for a Kurtis, it shows no sophistication.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They can’t help but love any of the Kurtis family.

The fans cheers for Kurtis as he returns to his feet, drawing off of the fans
cheers. He brings Williams back to his feet, but Williams counters witha
drop toe hold! Williams brings Kurtis in to a powerbomb position…double
underhook…backbreaker! Williams falls back in to the guardrail, holding it
for support as the fans cheer for him as well. Williams climbs on top of the
guardrail, using his hands for support. He waits for Kurtis to get back up.
Williams runs the rail…spear on Kurtis! Williams picks Kurtis back up. He
applies a half nelson looking for a half nelson suplex, but Kurtis
blocksit! Snapmare by Kurtis! Kurtis climbs up to the apron, looking back at
Williams who is returning to his feet. Kurtis leaps to the top
rope…moonsault…into a DDT! Kurtis rolls Williams back in to the ring
and quickly climbs back up to the apron. He hesitates, waiting for Williams to
return to his feet. Kurtis with a springboard…and Williams catches him for
a snap powerslam! And he has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: J-Kurt showing that Kurtis resiliency as he manages to kick out after
that picture perfect snap powerslam!

Williams climbs up to the apron and start to ascend the ropes. As he reaches
the top, he looks down to see Kurtis back to his feet. Kurtis rushes in
and leaps in to the air, using the ropes for support to crack Williams hard
in the jaw with a knee lift! Williams falls to a sitting position and
Kurtis quickly joins Williams on the top rope. He lifts Williams in
position…for the Future Shock! Williams realizes his own move and delivers an
elbow to the side of the head…and a second! Williams holds the position
and summersaults forward for a flipping stunner! Kurtis
appears to be out, but Williams is still feeling the effects from the knee
lift. Williams finally crawls over to Kurtis for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Kurtis barely kicks out in time! Williams brings Kurtis back in to the
powerbomb position…double underhook again…backbreaker…NO! Kurtis with a
head scissors takeover upon the flip up! Williams is quick to get back up and
rushes at Kurtis for a clothesline, but Kurtis ducks it…neckbreaker! Kurtis
picks Williams back up with a front face lock. He lifts Williams…sitdown
front suplex! Kurtis climbs out to the apron as Williams rolls to his back.
Kurtis with the springboard…shooting star press…but Williams gets the knees
up! Kurtis holds his gut as he gets back up. Williams gets back to his feet and
lifts Kurtis with the reverse fireman’s carry slam. Williams
rolls Kurtis on to his stomach and applies a variation of an indian deathlock.
He falls backand wraps his arms around Kurtis’ waist, squeezing him like a
bear hug! He uses his strength to slightly elevate Kurtis during the submission,
adding morepressure to the back. Johnson checks on Kurtis, but Kurtis
refuses to give in. Williams applies more pressure and Johnson checks on
Kurtis again.

BUBBA J: What a submission by Williams! Kurtis has to find a way out of
this move, or Williams will be victorious!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ve never seen a submission quite like this. But it just goes
to show you how important this match is for both men!

Kurtis delivers stiff rights to Williams skull until Williams finally
releases the hold. Williams holds the side of his head as he brings Kurtis
back to his feet. He lifts kurtis up…backbreaker! Williams quickly makes
the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kurtis rolls the shoulder at the last second! Williams returns to his feet.
He brings Kurtis back to a standing position and whips him in to the
corner.Williams follows in…bone crushing clothesline! Williams follows up
with a shoulder to the gut…and a second…and a third! Williams backs off as
Kurtis stumbles out of the corner…belly to belly release suplex! Williams looks at Kurtis who
is lifeless on the mat. He makes his way to the corner and climbs the
turnbuckle.Williams with a flying elbow drop…but Kurtis moves out of the
way! Kurtis slowly returns to his feet, as does Williams. Kenneth turns to
Kurtis…reverseSTO, and Williams is down! Kurtis hovers over Williams’
body, lifting him in to a variation of a triangle choke hold! He places
Williams’ throat against his shin as he traps his arm, pulling down on his
head! Johnson checks on Williams who struggles to find a way out of the
submission!

BUBBA J: Don’t you do… don’t you do it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He did it, Williams taps!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match as a result of a submission… Jonothan Kurtis!

BUBBA J: Be… right back Mikey, got a little business to take care of.

Bubba J gets up, staring at J-Kurt in the ring, who also glares back at Bubba J. We fade into a commercial for Kent’s weiners, they come in 36 packs to feed all the Kurtis Family.

~Backstage~

Hostile, Vincent Black, and Bubba J are all taking turns beating the hell out of Kenneth Williams with boots, fists, and Hostile even has a lead pipe. Vincent leans over with a can of silver spray paint.

BUBBA J: Son, we are in a war about ratings, trying to show why Rebel can stand with the big boys, and you want to ignore recording apromo?

Vincent laughs as Hostile nails Williams with a lead pipe.

BUBBA J: Mark ‘em.

Vincent leans over spraying “EE” on Williams’ chest. Bubba J leans over right in Kenneth’s face.

BUBBA J: Next time… you’d better record your promo son, let this be a lesson to you.

The scene fades away.

~Commercial~

MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s now time for a couple newcomers to step into the ring, lets take it to Jenny Jersey for the introductions!

BUBBA J: Mmm, fresh meat!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against swells into the arena and an arousal of “boos” overtakes it as Ace Olen

emerges from the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, standing 6’4″ and weighing in at 234 lbs., currently residing in New Orleans,

Lousiana — “Dirt From The River”… Ace Olen!

Ace continues his way to the ring, loosening up and awaiting the arrival of Kris Klondike.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper plays and the fans jump to their feet with cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at six feet five inches and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-one pounds., from Campbell River, British Columbia, Canada — Kris Klondike!

The music continues to play and Kris Klondike never emerges from the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: Kris Klondike!

Still, Kris Klondike is nowhere to be seen.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It doesn’t appear that Kris Klondike will be joining Ace Olen in the ring.

BUBBA J: Moving in takes time, give the guy a break. You ever moved all your stuff by yourself?

MIKEY MASSACRE: As a matter of fact, yes. Can you say the same?

BUBBA J: Why? Don’t they have movers that do that for you?

The music begins to fade out as Ace Olen calls for Jenny Jersey to hand him the microphone.

ACE OLEN: Well, it’s no surprise Kris isn’t here. If I were him, I’d probably bail too if I had to face me. Regardless of where

he’s at, I’m ready for a fight. I’ve trained for this, somewhat, and I’m not leaving until I kick someone’s ass. How about…

Ace holds his finger in the air, thinking about it.

ACE OLEN: How about you Jenny?

Jenny Jersey points to herself, shaking her head.

ACE OLEN: No? — Then get out of the ring.

Ace starts looking around the arena.

ACE OLEN: How about one of you then? Who would like to earn Kris’ paycheck for the evening? Raise your hand!!

Ace continues to walk around the ring and finally eyes down a scrawny, blonde man several rows back.

ACE OLEN: You sir! Come on up!

The Rebel Pro theme starts to play throughout the arena as the man makes his way through the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Apparently, Ace Olen intends to have a match one way or another, even if means fighting a spectator.

The spectator jumps over the ringside barricade and starts to walk around to the steps as Ace Olen separates the top &

middle ropes for him to enter. The music stops.

ACE OLEN: What’s your name, sir? And I only call you ‘sir’ because you’re actually willing to work for a living, unlike someone

else I know. What’s your name?

FAN: Matt.

ACE OLEN: Matt. Well Matt, you know how this game goes, yes?

FAN: Yeah.

ACE OLEN: Then, for legal reasons, I need you to look into that camera right over and tell the good folks, and by ‘good folks’

I mean lawyers — the good folks watching around the world that you are aware of the risks involved and you have no

intentions of suing Rebel Pro should you get injuried. Do you concur?

FAN: Yes.

ACE OLEN: Good.

Ace Olen points Matt to the corner and as he walks across the ring, the official is waving Ace off. Ace hands the microphone

to Jenny Jersey over the top rope. Ace speaks to Jenny Jersey momentarily before her voice rings throughout the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: And Ace Olen’s opponent — Matt!

Ace starts telling the ref to call for the bell, but the official is still waving him off, trying to tell Matt to exit the ring. Ace

finally turns around and tells the timekeeper to ring the bell. The timekeeper is about to ring the bell when…

…The Rebel Pro theme starts playing throughout the arena again and Larry Gordon emerges from the aisleway to a standing

ovation with a microphone.

LARRY GORDON: Olen, first and foremost, welcome to Rebel Pro. Now, I have to say that I am a little perplexed at what I see in

the ring at the moment. A professional athlete about to square off against a spectator?

Ace Olen just nods, mouthing the words “Kris didn’t show.”

LARRY GORDON: I know Kris didn’t show, for personal reasons, but I believe I have the answer you are looking for. Would the

young gentleman, Matt, genericcialis-onlineed.com please exit the ring and return to your seat.

Matt exits the ring and returns to his seat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thank goodness. Larry Gordon is putting an end to this nonsense.

BUBBA J: I didn’t think it was nonsense. You come up in this sport, you get criticized all the time. Studies have shown, that

kicking a critics ass is the fastest and most effecient way of shutting them up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Have studies found a way to shut you up?

LARRY GORDON: Here is your new opponent, Ace.

“I Hear The Voices” by Uriah Heep starts to play and the fans begin a mixed ovation of boos and cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring at this time, standing six feet three inches and weighing two hundred and forty pounds., from Miller’s Trailer Park — Bobby

Lee!

Bobby Lee enters the ring as Ace continues to loosen-up. Once Bobby Lee is finished playing to the crowd, the bell rings.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And here we go!

BUBBA J: Great, we get see Bobby Lee run for his life until he runs out of breath and falls down, then Ace will cover him. The

end.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Collar-and-elbow tie-up and Olen doesn’t hesitate pushing Bobby Lee to the mat in the corner.

Bobby Lee quickly slides out under the bottom rope with a look of shock and awe on his face. Ace Olen walks over to the

ropes and holds them open for Bobby Lee, the same as he did for Matt. Bobby Lee stands outside, telling Ace ‘no, you’re

gonna hit me!’ But Ace just keeps waving him in. Finally fed up, Ace jumps out of the ring as Bobby Lee starts running

around the ring.

BUBBA J: Do I know how to call ‘em or what!?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace Olen continues to chase Bobby Lee on the outside.

Bobby Lee slips into the ring and starts crawling to the other side, but before he can climb out Olen grabs the waistband of

his pants and drags him to the middle of the ring and stands him up. Olen gets in his face and poking him in the chest

until Bobby Lee is trapped in the corner. Slugging as hard as he can, Olen drops Bobby with one punch. Picking Bobby

back up, Ace starts driving his shoulders into his stomach before Irish whipping him to the caddy corner. Bobby Lee

bounces off the turnbuckle and stumbles to the middle of the ring, Olen drives him to the mat with a spear.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen now, climbing out of the ring.

Olen throws the timekeeper to the floor and steals his chair, folding it up and throwing it up over the top rope and

climbing back in the ring. Positioning the chair in the center of the ring, he picks Bobby Lee up, who attempts to Irish whip

Olen into the ropes, but Olen ducks the proceeding clothesline and nails Bobby Lee with a super-kick to the chin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, decimating Lee.

Olen repositions the chair again, picking Bobby Lee up and sending him to the ropes. On the return, Olen delivers a

vertebrae shattering spinebuster. Bobby Lee convulses on the ground as Olen heads to the apron and climbs the top

turnbuckle.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bobby Lee, staggering to his feet. Only to get knocked back down with a missile dropkick from the top rope

by Olen.

Olen positions the chair and walks around the ring till he’s standing directly between Bobby Lee and the chair.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, stalking Bobby Lee who is slow to get to his feet.

Bobby Lee drained, finally makes it to his feet, seemingly unaware of where he is. As he turns around, Olen drives him to

the mat with an RKO style inverted three-quarter bulldog onto the steel chair. Bobby Lee bounces off the mat with his face,

Olen smirks before pinning him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: 1… 2… 3!

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” plays throughout as the ref holds up Olen’s hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… ACE OLEN!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen very impressive in his debut.

BUBBA J: I would’ve rather seen Matt than Bobby Lee.

~Commercial~

We jump to the ring, just in time to catch Lisa holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbedwire and prepping a glass plate in the corner. Chad stands in his own, tapping his foot and looking bored beyond belief.

BUBBA J: I gave her those you know… to beat on him with.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’re good with the ladies.

BUBBA J: I’ve been told. Speaking of ladies, we’re about to see two of the best of them go at it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

BUBBA J: Nah you’re right, there’s a lot of great broads out there. Little girl Chad isn’t even in their league.

Chad, losing interest, charges forward into and into a Drop Toe-Hold, shattering the glass on impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’re off to great start.

Chad scrambles to his feet, bloodied and swinging blind, and right into a Baseball Bat shot in the stomach that puts him on his knees. Lisa then flips the bat off behind her before making a round of the ring, touching each corner before coming around in front of him, shooting forward and blasting him between the eyes with a Basement Dropkick.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa rounds home plate.

BUBBA J: Wish she was wearing studs.

Lisa gets up and takes a bow before peeling Chad off the canvas and driving him back into the corner. She then rips off a left right combination before spinning into a Back Elbow, leaving her facing away from him. She then points to the opposite corner and takes off on a run with Chad stumbling behind her. Hitting the ropes she steps up their face and throws herself backwards, but Chad steps under and then drives his heel back into her stomach when she lands behind him. Lisa doubles over and Chad turns around to straighten her up with a kick in the chest. He then leaps for a Snap Neckbreaker but Lisa twists around and leaves them standing in a Suplex position. Chad then fires off a knee into her chest before dumping her with a Snap Suplex and twisting over into the pin.

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Lisa leans forward before the count can even get going.

BUBBA J: Chad looking to finish this one quick to save tearing up his pretty boy face anymore than she already did.

Chad drags Lisa up and bounces her into the ropes, taking her down with a Shoulder Block on the return. He then turns his genericviagra4u-totreat.com attention to a corner, lining up a second pane of glass.

BUBBA J: Look at sissy boy, gotta set it just right. Can’t he just beat a woman with glass like a real man?

MIKEY MASSACRE: So what do you call it when Lisa did the same?

BUBBA J: Hilarious.

Chad sets the glass at an angle before turning around, right into a Rolling Koppu kick from Lisa that smashes him into the corner, just missing the glass. Lisa then clambers back up and pushes Chad out of the corner. She then leaps up to the top-rope and turns around, giving Chad a second to turn around before leaping up, landing squaring on his shoulders and snapping back. Unfortunately, Chad does not. Instead he whips her back up and charges into the corner. Lisa mouths the word tits before exploding through the pane of glass in the clutches of a Sitout Powerbomb.

BUBBA J: God damn!

Chad then drags Lisa out of the corner by a foot and rolls into the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s out.

BUBBA J: Never gonna happen Chad.

Chad jumps up, drags Lisa off the mat and sticks a knee in her stomach. He then hits the ropes behind her, fires back with an arm outstretched and smashes her in the back of the head with an STO, grinding her face first into the broken glass. He flips her for the cover.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa throws up and arm.

BUBBA J: Seriously Chad, not a fucking chance.

Chad slaps the mat as he rolls off, but he refuses to give up his lead, dragging Lisa off the mat and standing her in the centre of the ring. He then hits the ropes, leaping to the second and flipping back, right into a Dropkick from Lisa that catches him in the chest and drops him in a heap. Lisa then jumps up shaking her head in a cartoonish daze, spattering blood across the ring. She then steps up one foot on his back and stamps down with the other, crushing his face against the mat.

BUBBA J: Woman after my own heart.

Chad rolls to his back as Lisa steps over him, leans into a twist and then shoots herself backwards into a Standing Stardust Special for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Two! And Chad kicks out!

BUBBA J: Stupid bastard wants more.

Lisa leans back onto her knees, mopping a wet mess of bloody hair from her face before pulling Chad from the mat. Once on his knees though he drives her back to the corner, crushing the air from her lungs. He then steps up and hammers a Forearm Shot into her jaw for good measure. He then backs up a quick step before charging forward with a Discuss Clothesline, sending spit through the air before she sinks in the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa could be in trouble.

BUBBA J: And Chad could be the greatest wrestler in history but that doesn’t make it true.

Chad then turns his attention to one more sheet of glass, lifting it up and balancing it along the middle ropes in the corner like a platform. He then turns back to Lisa, dragging her up into a Front Facelock.

BUBBA J: Watch him about to blow it.

Chad lifts Lisa straight up, only to have her push herself off and land on her feet. Lisa then throws a Superkick that Chad pushes away. He then turns her to face him and launches a Clothesline that just skiffs over her head. The two then turn to face each other with Lisa striking first, kicking her foot straight up and smashing through his jaw and buckling his knees.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad is wobbled.

Lisa takes a step back, putting a foot off the glass and quickly pushing herself to the top-rope. Chad however staggers out of his daze and rushes forward with a leap up to the ropes in front of her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad jumps into dangerous territory up there.

Chad takes a second to right himself for a Belly to Belly Suplex but Lisa kicks out his

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leg and traps his legs before pushing him back into a Tree of Woe.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad falls back almost cracking his head off that glass.

BUBBA J: Give it a second.

Chad leans up from the ropes just as Lisa gets to her feet, shoots him a wink and leaps into the air, pulling up both her feet beneath her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nice knowing you Chad.

BUBBA J: No it wasn’t.

Lisa drops straight down into Chad, kicking out her feet through a Double Stomp, driving them into his face and stepping through, shattering the glass against his head. Lisa then rolls through onto a knee and throws out her arms, clearly quite pleased with herself.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Someone’s pleased with them self.

BUBBA J: She should be; she just won the twenty bucks I bet when I said she wouldn’t be able to kill him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why?

BUBBA J: Motivation. It’s worth losing the money.

Lisa then leaps back to her feet, dragging Chad out of the mess and pulling him up just long enough to blow his face out with a knee. Chad then sinks to the ground, dropping on all fours where Lisa lines up and rips a foot through his skull with a horrendous Soccer Kick. The crowd grimace as he goes down, and Lisa dives on to the cover.

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BUBBA J: Ah hah! My boss beat the hell out of that damn Kurtis!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You could be a little less bias, you know.

BUBBA J: No I couldn’t, I hate a damn Kurtis.

[In a small church in Mobile, Alabama, Jason Christopher stands behind the pulpit. To his left, a rectangular picture or painting sits on an easel, covered by a black sheet.]

“Brothers. Sisters. REBEL Pro fans and competitors. I come to you today with a message. In my short period of time in this company, I have learned of actions and words that represent the truest form of depravity and vile behavior. But above them all, or perhaps below as it were, is one man. One man who epitomizes the true sense of evil that I have felt in my time here.

This man has done nothing to glorify our God, and has done everything in his power to advance the coming of Satan himself. And on top of this, he has not once recognized my greatness, my truth, my message, or indeed, my claim to the Kingdom of Heaven as the right-hand of our Lord.”

[He turns toward the easel, and places a hand on the top, clutching the black sheet.]

“This man, if he can even be called such, must be dealt with. It falls to me to defeat his march towards the destruction of REBEL Pro, and possibly the destruction of mankind. This man is none other…”

[He pulls the sheet back to reveal the picture.]

“Than Chad Kurtis.”

[A glossy 8x10 photo of The Show in action, blown up to nearly two feet tall, sits on the easel.]

“This man, who refers to himself as ‘The Show’, has denied all of my emails and calls to contact him regarding his behavior. I have made all attempts to resolve this peacefully, but my requests that he step down from his position of fame in REBEL Pro have gone unheeded. If he is allowed to continue his run to the top of this company, he shall surely bring about its demise through his depraved actions and words. Thus, I shall be forced to remove him personally. Chad Kurtis shall become my personal mission, my singular goal until the goal is achieved.

I ask for all of my disciples, and all followers of the Church cialisdosage-storeonline.com of Christopher, to pray for my success in this endeavor, and to ask our Lord, my father, to care for the eternal soul of Chad Kurtis.

I shall not be so merciful.”

[The image freezes with Jason Christopher on Megavision.]

Chad grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey, she knows “The Show” and knows that he’ll want to get his thoughts out in the open. Chad looks out to the crowd then up towards Heaven, before closing his eyes and then sighing he glares at the frozen image of Jason Christopher on Megavision.

CHAD KURTIS: JChrist I have listen to you talk about how you are the second coming and so on and you want to accuse me of blasphemy? That’s rich! Do you really understand the meaning of the word? Blaspheny is the impious ulterance or action concerning God and I am not a saint but I am not a demon either. Trust me when I say I know where I am going when I die because I know my sins have been paid. But moving on let’s talk about you. I know that is your favorite subject anyway so let’s just focus on you and your “Judaism”. If you don’t know what that means look it up because I ain’t here to preach! What I am here for is to tell you that if a holy war is what you want a holy war is what you’ve got and may God have mercy on your soul!

Chad looks around one more time at the crowd before his eyes alight on Megavision and Jason Christopher once more.

CHAD KURTIS: Because I won’t.

Chad drops the microphone before leaping out of the ring as “Cocky” blares in the speakers.

~Commercial for Honor Bound Night 4: Where Rebel Pro will stand out!~

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is an I QUIT MATCH and it is for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship! For Simon Kalis to win this match, he must force the challenger to say the words “I Quit”. However, for Emily Corlen to win this match, she must force the Champion to say “You’re not fat”!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Certainly an interesting stipulation created by the challenger here tonight, who is sick, and perhaps rightfully so, of Simon Kalis and others treating her like she’s fat.

A wolf’s howl can be heard throughout the arena, but instead of “She Wolf” by Shakira, the crowd seems confused as the opening riff from “The Look” by Roxette begins playing on the P.A. system. Several men with cameras make their way out from behind the curtain, two of them pulling a red carpet and unrolling it down the ramp. The crowd’s confusion turns to loud cheers as “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen pushes her way through the curtain.

BUBBA J: And this night just got better! Shake that ass!

Emily stands on the stage, extending her arms like wings, then sweeping them above her head before closing them around her mouth and howling. The men who came out before her have surrounded Emily and begun taking dozens of pictures. She poses playfully, showing off her flat stomach and grinning as the song continues playing.

WALKIN’ LIKE A MAN, HITTIN’ LIKE A HAMMER
SHE’S A JUVENILE SCAM, NEVER WAS A QUITTER
TASTY LIKE A RAINDROP, SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Rockford, Illinois… weighing in tonight at a very lean one hundred and forty-five pounds of pure muscle…

HEAVENLY BOUND, ‘CAUSE HEAVEN’S GOT A NUMBER
WHEN SHE’S SPINNIN’ ME AROUND, KISSIN’ IS A COLOR
HER LOVIN’ IS A WILD DOG, SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

The paparazzi finally part and Emily begins to make her way down the ramp, following the unraveled red carpet, smirking while looking as determined as ever.

SHE’S GOT THE LOOK (SHE’S GOT THE LOOK)
SHE’S GOT THE LOOK (SHE’S GOT THE LOOK)
WHAT IN THE WORLD CAN MAKE A BROWN EYED GIRL TURN BLUE

JENNY JERSEY: She is The Crimson Wolf… SHE IS EMILY… CORLEN!!!

WHEN EVERYTHING I’LL EVER DO I’LL DO FOR YOU
AND I GO LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

Emily reaches the ring and rolls inside, then runs the ropes a few times before stopping in the middle, pointing back at the stage, and then motioning for gold around her waist.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily Corlen very nearly left Birthday Bash two weeks ago as the Aggression Champion… can she fulfill what she believes is her destiny tonight and claim the title that barely eluded her the last time she competed for it?

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Cold Play hits up in the speakers as Simon Kalis with Tamika Nash Strader step from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, being accompanied to the ring by Tamika Nash Strader; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… SIMON KALIS!

Simon spits on the red carpet still left from Emily’s entrance before he steps up the steps. Simon climbs into the ring looking around before spitting towards Bubba J with a laugh and handing the title to Jenny Jersey.

DING DING

Collar and elbow, but Simon fires a forearm into Emily’s face, but Corlen catches the forearm and uses it to flip Simon over onto his back. Emily wastes no time in dropping a leg across Simon’s throat, but Simon has rolled out of the way and up to his feet. Simon with a running knee, but Emily catches the leg whipping Simon around slamming the back of his head with her elbow taking him stumbling away with a bulldog to the canvas.

BUBBA J: Emily on the ball here in the early going.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She has to make him say “You aren’t fat.” She’s got a long way to go, but so does Simon.

Emily locks on a crossface, but Simon rolls away from the move slamming his free fist right into Emily’s face knocking her out of the submission move. Simon pops up to his feet just as Emily does the same. They come together, but Simon leaps over Emily, slamming his boot backwards in a kick to the back of Emily’s cranium sending her throat first across the ropes.

SIMON: Don’t try and eat the ropes Emily!

Simon is laughing before springing up to the top, Emily gasping for breath because she hit the ropes hard. Simon leaps off, coming down with a leg drop that crushes her throat onto the top rope hard and she slings back falling back first onto the canvas. Simon catches himself, leaping up top and diving out with a front roll, coming down butt first on Emily’s chest. Simon pounds down with fist after fist onto Emily’s pretty face before she shoves him off. However Simon rolls up to his feet and bounces off the ropes as Emily reaches her knees. Simon with a dropkick right into Emily’s face rolls her onto her back. Simon grabs her by her hair, dragging her uup to her knees, Simon pounds his forearm and elbow in a vicioius combination rocking her head back on her neck. Emily shoves a fist into Simion’s midsection before slamming an elbow into the side of his knee bringing him down. Emily wobbles up to her feet, but Simon reaches his as well.

BUBBA J: Neither willing to give up yet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think anyone expected them to.

Simon grabs a side headlock, Emily shoves him into the ropes. Simon bounces to the other side of the ring, Emily rolling forward springing up to her feet slamming Simon in the throat with a clothesline rocking him back over the top rope. Emily spins around catching him right in the mouth with a kick that sends him over the top to the outside. Emily hits the ropes as Simon rolls up to his feet, back to the ring. Emily launches herself over the top…

SUICIDE PLANCHA!

Crashing into Simon and his head snaps off the concrete floor with authority and Emily is on a roll here.

BUBBA J: Maybe she knocked the asshole out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She would still not win though.

Emily pulls Simon up to a sitting position, driving her knee into the front of his face, busting his lip and possibly his nose as well. Emily slams the knee in a second time and this one definitely breaks the nose as a crunching sound is heard. Emily pulls him on up, whipping his around into the Announcers’ table. Simon leaps up to te table, flipping Bubba J off, before spinning around and kicking Emily right in the face with the toe of his boot, at the very least busting her nose as well.

BUBBA J: That arrogant sumbitch!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just calm down Bubba J.

Simon turns around, glaring at Bubba J before flipping him off for a second time, Mikey barely able to hold him back in his seat. Simon turns back around, pulling Emily up, but she grabs the front of his pants falling back sending Simon’s face into the steel post. Simon’s face rebounds from the steel as he spins around. Emily hops up to the ring apron, running and leaping off as Simon turns back around dazed and a bit confused. Emily launches herself landing on his shoulders, sending him down with a hurricanrana on the concrete. Emily grabs the microphone, putting it down to Simon’s lips.

SIMON: No one wants to screw you… you fat cow…

Simon grins as Emily pounds her fist into Simon’s face.

BUBBA J: I do.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do what?

BUBBA J: Want to screw her.

Emily digs under the ring, pulling out a wrench used to set up the ring. Simon rolls over laughing as he gets up to his feet. Emily spins around bringing the wrench up, Simon ducks under. Emily’s momentum keeps spinning her around. Simon catches her from behind, lifting her back, causing her head to slam into the concrete with one hard German suplex. Simon isn’t finished though, he rolls over, slamming her down with a second one, this one causing Emily’s skull to land solidly on the wrench. Simon rolls back up, another German, but he releases her causing her to slam into the railing and it slides back an inch or so from the hard impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She slams hard into the railing.

BUBBA J: But she is far from done.

Simon stalks over, pulling the bloody Emily up and shoving the microphone into her face.

EMILY: Never!

Simon bitch slaps Emily, causing her head to spin around and blood flies from her nose and face. Simon lifts her up, slamming his knee into her groin.

SIMON: There is more of that to come Bessie the Cow.

Emily fires a right hand, but her aim is off due to the dazed look in her eyes. Simon lifts her up, crotching her on the railing before he steps on Bubba J’s balls to climb on top of the table.

BUBBA J: That… sum… bitch!… My… balls… can’t take this s hit anymore!

Mikey Massacre is unable to comment but his laughter is filling the microphone.

BUBBA J: It… ain’t funny you bearded bitch!

Once again Mikey is laughing too hard to comment. Simon leaps off the table catching Emily of his way down and slams Emily’s face into the top of the railing. Emily rolls over to the side of the railing where the fans scatter to get out of the way of the action. Simon hops over the railing, picking up a discarded beer bottle before bringing it down on the top cialis soft tabs side effects of Emily’s skull.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That… a… your nuts got stomped…

The bottle shatters into a dozen pieces, probably more but all that matters is that Emily is definitely pouring blood from the top of her head as she is on her knees and elbows. Simon pulls her up to her dazed feet as he stands on the seats of two chairs. Simon leaps up onto Emily’s shoulders and balances there.

Emily counters with a powerbomb through the chairs!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn what a counter!

Emily was able to throw off Simon’s balance just enough before sending him through the chairs with a desperation powerbomb! Emily and Simon lay on their back, Simon on the chairs and Emily on the popcorn and glass covered concrete floor.

BUBBA J: There has to be a winner, but whether I like him or not, Simon is one tough sumbitch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is high praise coming from you to admit something like that about Simon Kalis.

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Emily gets the microphone from Alan Stone, she shoves it into Simon’s face.

SIMON: This… is… so… much… fun…

Simon grins as Emily continues by pulling him back up to his feet. Emily with a spinning elbow backs him through the fans willing to stay in the line of danger. Emily leaps to an empty seat before coming around Simon’s head, bringing him down with a DDT onto the concrete floor.

EMILY: Still… fun?

Simon groans, from the pain as we find out that his forehead shattered a Bud Light bottle and ground parts of it into what looks like fine powder. Emily spots a pocketbook left by a fan and finds something she is looking for, a spray can of pepper spray. Emily lifts Simon to a seated position before slamming him so hard that his glass eye pops out, landing on the concrete. Emily stomps down on it, shattering yet another glass eye of Simon.

BUBBA J: That’s it sexy.

Emily opens the top to the spray, and lifts Simon’s eye lid… spraying the contents right into the empty eye socket. Simon screams, anyone would cause that shit hurts. Emily drops the can into her trunks, it may come in handy yet again in this match. Simon shoves her away, pouring some liquid that he grabs from a cup into the empty hole, anything is better than that liquid. Simon spins around, blinking away tears as Emily flies at his face with a running dropkick. Simon grabs her feet, spinning her around causing her to take out several rows of chairs as he releases her to roll through their metal uniformity.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe we should have had an empty arena match.

BUBBA J: Nah, the fans know the risk when they come to one of our shows.

Simon washes out his eye again, before stumbling over to where Emily lays in an ackward position among so many steel chairs; Simon drops down holding the microphone.

EMILY: Nope… not… now… either…

Simonpounds his fists into her ears in a bell clap before lifting her up and seeming to grunt from the effort. Simon has her on his shoulders before stepping up onto a seat. Simon leaps off, driving Emily head first onto the concrete. Emily is out cold, completely and utterly unconscious.isn’t moving and Simon looks like he is fixing to do severe damage to her.

BUBBA J: This… ain’t cool. Ithink Emily is unconscious.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree with you but Simon is far from finished.

Simon grabs a piece of broken beer bottle and looks to carve up Emily’s face and body when a steel chair slams into the back of his skull sending him forward. Simon rolls over to see David Blazenwing standing over him with the crowd roaring. David points to the piece of glass before shaking his head and bringing the chair down a second time. Simon rolls over avoiding the chair as the two begin the brawl back to the ring. David drops the chair throwing a right hand, Simon ducks under kicking David in the back.

BUBBA J: See, I’m not the only one with hatred for Simon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But David is the only one doing anything about it.

BUBBA J: So, you think I’m scared?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I didn’t say that.

David and Simon fall over the railing throwing fists, knees, and kicks as they just brawl all out, with no rhyme or reason to it.

BUBBA J: But that is what you are implying!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did not!

BUBBA J: Well, I’ll show you and everyone else then!

Simon gets on top of David, putting all of his weight onto David’s throat, chking him out quickly and efficiently. Simon gets up, laughing as he turns around.

Trailer Park Trash!

Simon goes down and Bubba J hops over the railing to bring Emily over. Bubba J gets Emily up, “The Crimson Wolf” stumbling along as they get across the railing. Emily heads over to where Simon is laying out cold next to David.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What is he doing now?

Bubba J sets up two chairs, placing a couple of glass tables on top of their seats before motioning for Emily to use them to her advantage; Emily just nods.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That sob sure does pick and choose his times to finally get even.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do Mikey and I might not be finished yet. I intend on making damn sure he doesn’t leave here Aggression Champion.

Emily pulls Simon up onto the double decker glass table that Bubba J set up for Simon. Emily places him into the hold for the Catalyst(Glam Slam) and drives him through the glass tables!

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

She shoves the microphone into his face.

SIMON: Not… that… anyone… will… but… fuck… you…

Emily slaps the taste right out of his mouth sending blood and spittle from his mouth before lifting him up. Simon gouges her in the eyes with two fingers before delivering a diamond cutter!

BUBBA J: Fuck!

Simon finds the microphone, holding it right at Emily’s mouth, barely, but he holds it there.

EMILY: I…will… not…

David slams a boot right into Simon’s head and here comes Tamika from around the ring post leaping from the apron nailing David with a cross body sending him and her into the railing.

BUBBA J: Guess she’s had enough.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say so.

BUBBA J: But while she is occupied…

The headset slams down as Bubba J rushes over spinning Simon around nailing another TPT. He pulls Emily up pointing down at Simon. Emily nods lifting Simon up as Tamika turns around to see Bubba J there. David nails her in the back of the skull with a superkick

M.D.K!(Angel’s Wings)

BUBBA J: That should take care of his ass!

SIMON: You… aren’t… fat.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEWWW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… “Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen!

David rolls up to his feet and next to Emily as Jenny Jersey hands her the Rebel Pro Aggression belt. Emily and David walk towards the back, him helping her stand as she has lost a lot of blood here tonight. The crowd who weren’t on their feet stand up and begin a chant.

EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY!

Emily turns around holding the belt up high before pointing to the crowd and then placing the belt on her shoulder as we fade into the Rebel Pro logo. As the scene fades, we notice Ace Olen standing there staring at Simon shaking his head in disgust.

Aggression 4-8-2011

~Recorded earlier in the day~

Reporters, fans, and all sorts of media types stand around the entrance into the Aggression arena hoping for a glimpse of who the contract signing will be between here tonight. The door slowly opens up as Larry Gordon walks out standing there. Hundreds of flashes go off as people take pictures with cameras, phones, and all stick a microphone towards Gordon in hopes of some sort of information.

LARRY GORDON: What is it folks?

NEWS#1: Who?

He is immediately out shouted by a young blond reporter.

NEWS#2: We’ve gotten reports that it deals with Sirus Moran and Dr. Remo!

Gordon looks around, but before he can answer another reporter shouts out.

NEWS#3: When will they arrive?

LARRY GORDON: They, are already inside the building.

Shouts of protest raise the volume outside to another decible as Gordon smiles knowingly.

LARRY GORDON: I know how you people are, they’ve been inside for quite a number of hours in seperate locker rooms of course.

NEWS#4: Any hint as to who it is?

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: I can do that, after all you’ve all been waiting for a long time.

He smiles that warm smile of friendship.

LARRY GORDON: Multiple time World Championships, former Tag Team Championships, and the most revealing thing of all…

Gordon begins to back away, opening the door and smiling.

LARRY GORDON: They have humannoid shapes.

Gordon laughs and shuts the door as the reporters grow wild with outrage.

~Megavision~

The camera shifts backstage, where we see “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen, still beaten up from Birthday Bash but not too worse for wear. She appears to be searching for something, and after a few moments of searching, her eyes light up. The camera swivels to her line of sight and we see a door with a “LARRY GORDON” placard attached to it. The crowd cheers out of respect for the REBEL Pro Owner as Emily walks up and opens the door without knocking. Inside, Larry appears to be in the middle of a meal, and startled by the sudden intrusion, drops his fork and looks over at Emily.

LARRY GORDON: Uh, Miss Corlen, can I -

Emily puts her hand up, interrupting Larry.

EMILY CORLEN: Mr. Gordon, I want Simon. Next week.

The Durham crowd cheers loudly as Larry pushes his meal back onto the table and stands up, wiping his mouth with a napkin before continuing.

LARRY GORDON: You want a match with Simon Kalis? I assume you’ll be wanting to see his Aggression Title on the line?

Emily shakes her head.

EMILY CORLEN: I don’t care if the title’s on the line or not. I just want to get my hands on him and give him the ass kicking he had coming at Birthday Bash. This time, he’s not going to have his little cronies or Lisa Seldon to get in my way.

LARRY GORDON: Alright, I think I can -

Emily puts her hand up, interrupting Larry again. This time, the crowd boos slightly, not liking seeing the REBEL Pro Owner disrespected, but Gordon just smiles.

EMILY CORLEN: That’s not all. I want him in an I Quit Match.

The crowd once again cheers loudly.

EMILY CORLEN: If I say I Quit, Simon wins the match. But, for Simon to lose – and he will – he will be forced to admit to the world that I’M NOT FAT!

Emily says the last part of that sentence at the top of her lungs; despite showing visible abs and a well-toned body, it’s obvious that this has been eating away at her – no pun intended – for some time. Larry thinks about it for a moment, then nods.

LARRY GORDON: Alright, you’ll have your match against Simon next week on Aggression and it will be for the Aggression Title. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to dinner. Had a long day, didn’t get a chance to eat earlier.

Emily smiles, bowing slightly to Larry.

EMILY CORLEN: Thank you, Mr. Gordon!

Emily turns to leave Larry’s office. As she is about to close the door, Larry catches her attention.

LARRY GORDON: Oh, and Emily?

Emily turns her attention back to the Owner.

EMILY CORLEN: Yes?

Larry smiles.

LARRY GORDON: Next time… knock first.

Emily blushes slightly, realizing that in her haste to demand the match, she just barged into Larry’s office.

EMILY CORLEN: Yes sir. Sorry!

The crowd laughs as Emily closes the door to Larry’s office and the camera shifts to ringside.

“Judith” by A Perfect Circle hits up in the speakers to a loud amount of booing as from the back comes Jason Christopher.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Mobile, Alabama; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason looks out at the crowd before going up the steps and stepping through the middle and top rope.

“Animals” by Nickelback hits up in the speakers as from the back to a loud crowd full of cheering comes Jaice Wilds.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, from Perto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice leaps to the apron and flips himself over the top before spinning to face Jason Christopher from across the ring.

DING DING

Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Jason with a wristlock kicking Jaice in the ribs for good measure. Jason with a hammerlock into a side headlock. Jaice throws him into the ropes, but Jason puts on the brakes, keeping the headlock locked in. Jaice runs up the turnbuckle, trying to flip over Jason’s back to break the hold, Jason lets him go. Jason bounces off the ropes, knee right into Jaice’s faces causes the former Aggression champion to stumble backwards. Jason off the ropes, running boot to the face lays Jaice on his back. Jason picks Jaice up, forearm to the throat and he quickly follows it up with a knife edge chop to the chest elliciting a “Woooo!” from the crowd regardless of their feelings towards the man. Jaice’s back slams hard into the corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason dominating here in the early going.

BUBBA J: Both men had a good showing in the Kingdom of Death match, but it looks like Jaice may be feeling the effects a bit more than Jason Christopher.

Jason with an Irish whip sends Jaice running across the ring slamming chest first into the corner and spinning around from the impact. Jason comes charging in slamming his knee into Jaice’s chest sending him hard into the corner, back first. Jason with an European uppercut rocks Jaice, but Jason quickly grabs Jaice around the head, leaping out for the middle of the ring.

BUBBA J: Jason Christopher with a big bulldog there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s really got Jaice Wilds on the ropes.

BUBBA J: Except for the fact he’s on the canvas.

Jason pulls himself up, looking out to the crowd with an air of contempt on his face and he bends down to pull Jaice up to his feet.

Small package from Jaice!

One…

Two…

Jason rolls a shoulder up and is ticked off, although he tries to check himself.

BUBBA J: Close call there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice is resilient.

Jason pulls Jaice up, but Wilds with a shot to the midsection of Jason doubles him over. Jaice leaps up, coming down with a leg drop across the back of Jason’s head. Christopher shoves him away before the move can be completed. Jaice spins away landing on his feet charging back in at Jason. Jason ducks his head launching Jaice up and over the top rope. Wilds grabs the rope as he flies over, catching himself and landing on the ring apron. Jason spins around, Wilds boots him in the midsection before launching himself onto the top rope. Jaice flips over, coming down with a sunset flip but Christopher blocks it as he grabs onto the top rope. Jason balls up his fist, dropping it down into Jaice’s face as he falls down in a seated position.

One…
Two…

Jaice is able to roll a shoulder up to prevent the pin.

BUBBA J: Jason determined to win this match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jaice determined to prevent that.

Jason is up on his feet, just as Jaice rolls over to his. Jason charges at Jaice, Wilds with a leap frog and a kick to the back of Jason’s skull sends him into the ropes. Jaice grabs the wrist, Irish whip sends Jason across the ring. Jason rebounds, Jaice rolling forward springing up with a clothesline sending Jason over the top and to the outside. Jaice backs up, hitting the opposite ropes, launching himself over the top as Jason gets to his feet outside the ring. Jaice flies over. Jason catches him in mid-air, sending him on over with a belly to belly suplex!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice’s knee slammed heavily into the guardrailing!

BUBBA J: If he’s as tough as he claims, he’ll just have to fight through the pain, you and I’ve done it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True enough.

Jason rolls back up to his feet, looking down at Jaice Wilds with a smile of victory written on his face as he stomps down on the left knee and knee cap of Jaice. Jason locks in a single leg Boston Crab on the outside of the ring causing Jaice to pound the concrete as he looks for some way to break the hold. Jaice rolls over to the left, to the right, back and forth, eventually breaking the hold.

BUBBA J: Got to give it to him there, he finally broke the hold after a couple of minutes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But at what cost? His knee has got to be trash.

Jason turns around, just as Jaice manages to pull himself up. Jason charges in with a clothesline, Jaice ducks under wrapping his arms around Jason’s left arm and his feet around his right arm. Jaice uses his weight to fall backwards, but Jason spins around at the last minute slamming Jaice’s left knee into the steel ringpost, causing Jaice to drop the hold and grab at his knee. Jason rolls Jaice into the ring, crotching him on the ringpost as he pulls his legs back out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason looking for a ringpost figure four!

BUBBA J: Wooo baby!

Jason locks on the ringpost figure four and Jaicetires his best to find a way out of the hold, but with no disqualifications and no countouts in Rebel Pro, it is impossible.

BUBBA J: Just give up Jaice, live to fight another day man, it ain’t worth your career.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True, there is no way of an escape from this move, especially in Rebel Pro.

Jaice looks one more time, one last ditch effort…

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match as a result of a submission… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

“Judith” hits back up in the speakers as Jason holds the move on for a few more seconds before finally breaking the move, much to the booing of the fans(they just don’t like Jason Christopher for some reason).

BUBBA J: Jason got the win tonight by showing a bit more disregard for traditional wrestling.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What do you mean?

BUBBA J: That move isn’t legal in any other fed, so by him using it he is going against his preaching so to speak.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I was under the impression he meant chairs, tables, and such.

Jason begins the walk back to the locker room.

BUBBA J: Give it time Mikey, all in good time.

~Megavision(live backstage)~

Suddenly out of no where as Emily Corlen walks down the hall and turns a corner, a giant pile of stacked boxes are pushed right on top of her. Simon Kalis appears out of nowhere and immediately kicks her in the fed as he rips open the boxes and begins pouring melted frozen foods with the Jenny Craig logos on them. He rips open some melted lasagna’s and beef stroganoffs and pours them onto Corlen.

SIMON KALIS: You want a shot at me? What’re you waiting for the pre match buffet?

Kalis rips open a second box and pulls out piles and piles of loose diet pills, letting them slip all over her.

Corlen tries to get to her feet but Simon bashes the Aggression title over the back of her head.

SIMON KALIS: See you soon baby doll.

Kalis straps the Aggression title back around his waist and taps his chest where he’s wearing a “Nuke The Whales!” t-shirt.

BUBBA J: Everyone may think that she’s fat, but I say she’s just got nice curves.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ll go after anything in a skirt.

BUBBA J: Not true, I will not chase a man in a skirt. But look at that punk Simon thinks he can just run all over anyone he wants to.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So is there anything going on between you and Emily?

BUBBA J: I wouldn’t mind letting her ride the motor boat. Wouldn’t mind hitting her ice bergs and going down on her like the Titanic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just stop, forget I asked.

The show returns as we see the newest member to the REBEL PRO locker room. A cast of boos echo the arena as we see ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case standing in the center of the REBEL PRO squared circle. His middle aged manager is in the background trying his hardest to keep focused on the task at hand, but his mind wonders as a heckling laugh comes out. Case’s manager has on a yellow flair-type robe with the letters LOL on the back as his long dark hair covers portions of his sick twisted eyes. On the other hand, you now have Justin wearing his custom made tailored suit, with all the trimmings. But something is missing, his REBEL PRO World Championship title belt. His calming influence quiets the boo riddened air. Justin’s music fades off as the spotlights are all on ” The Millennium Game “, after a brief pause, the smirky cocky smile shows as he raises the mic in his hand to his lips.

JC: Thank you for that warm welcome. Its like I havent even left. You all remember me, Im flattered to say the most. But that is where it ends because you all couldnt see real talent if it hit you in the ass. You see, I remember how you all treated me back then, and now? Lets just say some things never change.

And on that note, as yours truly looks around this ring….I can almost smell it. You know, the last time I stepped foot inside a REBEL PRO ring. The smell of blood soaked canvus. All those nights busting my balls to get all my talented accolades and achievements only to find that all I ever had was….myself.

Case looks to his manager as they meet eye to eye

JC: But through it all I had some help. Thats right, my manager Hugh Aredone and myself, together we concurred this world before and we have come back to concur this REBEL PRO World yet again.

But as I walked down that locker room hallway backstage, as many a name I once knew stood before me, There is now only one name that causes a ster within me. This person has what I want. This person has what is my future, this person has what I am destined to retain. This person is….Lisa Seldon!*CHEERS* BUT I WANT MY BELT BACK BITCH!!

Boos egnite

JC: And well she may think she is safe. Yours truly will show the REBEL PRO universe why pro wrestling is a real man’s game. Women dont belong in wrestling. So for her it is now game over!! When I am done with her, I will not only become World Champion for the third time, but yours truly will have then shown the world that a pussycat drama queen crazy girl can not keep up with the talented talent of me. I am who the hell I say I am. Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this f*cking show!!

With that the boos egnite as Justin Case’s music hits up with he and Hugh Aredone making their way out of the ring and up the aisle into the backstage area.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here… we… go…

Top of Form 1
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

“Lipless” by Fear of City starts up over the P.A. system as “Hostile” Peter Larsen slowly walks out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Jersey City, New Jersey and fighting out of Edmonton Alberta, Canada, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is The Jersey City Demon, Hostile!

Hostile methodically makes his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring, his eyes looked onto the curtain as he awaits his opponent.

Kid Rock’s “Cocky” hits the speakers as the spotlight shines on the curtain. After a few moments it seems that Chad Kurtis just isn’t coming out.

“It ain’t cocky motherfucker if you back it up”… Still no.Chad in sight. Wait! Chad Kurtis is making his way to the rind from the stands! The crowd is on there feet as “The Show” makes a dramatic return to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah, Kentucky Now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, weighing in tonight at two-hundred thirty pounds, He is “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

The Show hops over the railing, rolls into the ring and kips up to a pop from the crowd. Chad and Hostile lock eyes as Allen Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING

BUBBA J: We fixing to see if Chad is going to fake another injury or take it to Hostile, but my money is on Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You just don’t like Chad do you?

BUBBA J: Nope.

The Show and Hostile circle each other in the centre of the ring before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. The Show with a quick arm drag takes Hostile by surprise. Chad keeps hold of the arm and applies an arm bar. Hostile rolls through and kips up to his feet, putting Chad in a hammerlock in the process. Kurtis ducks under and behind Hostile to reverse the hold. Hostile answers with an elbow to the side of Kurtis’ head. Chad responds with a hammerlock back suplex that leaves Hostile clutching his right shoulder in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a hammerlock suplex from Chad.

BUBBA J: Will take more than that to put Hostile away.

Chad hits the ropes and plants a low dropkick to the back of Hostile’s head. Kurtis with a quick cover.

One… Kick out by The Jersey City Demon.

BUBBA J: See, not even close.

The Show brings Hostile to his feet only to send him back to the mat with a snap suplex and follows up with a short arm scissors. Stone asks if Hostile wants to give up. Hostile responds with a laugh. Chad releases the hold realizing it’s not having the effect he had hoped for. Chad again brings Larsen to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Hostile bounces back and into a huge back body drop from Kurtis who follows up with an elbow drop across the chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad dominating your Victory Wrestling Tag Team partner.

BUBBA J: But not for long.

Chad heads to the corner and starts climbing to the top… Moonsault! No! Hostile rolls out of the way and Chad hits nothing but canvas. Both men down but Hostile is the first to start moving. Both men make it to their feet at the same time. Hostile with a clothesline attempt that Chad ducks under before striking Hostile hard with a knife edge chop to the chest. Hostile responds with one of his own. Chad returns in kind which elects the fans to start their mandatory “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’S” as the two warriors trade chops until both of their chests are blood red. Hostile ducks under a right from Chad and lands a boot to the gut followed by a DDT. A quick cover gets a one count as Kurtis kicks out with authority. Hostile mounts Kurtis and starts reigning down rights and lefts as Chad desperately tries to cover up. Hostile hits Chad with a couple of stiff headbutts before going for a armbar. Chad using his Jujutsu training effectively to stop Hostile from cinching in the hold and somehow manages to lock in a modified triangle choke to the The Jersey City Demon. Stone gets into position to see if Hostile taps. Hostile refuses to give up but is fading fast as the hold is cutting of circulation to the brain. Hostile stops struggling and Allen lifts his arm and lets it drop.

One!

Allen lifts Hostile’s arm a second time and lets it drop.

Two!

BUBBA J: He’s playing, that is one tough sumbitch in that ring and I don’t mean the panty wearing Chad Kurtis.

Stone lifts the arm a third time but doesn’t get the chance to drop it as Hostile pulls it away from the official and starts trying to get back to a vertical base. Chad realizing he might be in trouble and releases the hold and goes for a standing hurrincanrana. No! Hostile counters with a powerbomb! Hostile follows up with a few quick elbow drops and a hard kick to the ribs that flips Kurtis onto his stomach. Chad slowly starts getting to his feet as Hostile comes in with a hard punt to the skull. A cover by Hostile and Stone get into position.

One…

Two…

Thr… No! Chad rolls his shoulder up!

BUBBA J: Come on Stone, that was a freaking three you blind bastard!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I admit it was close, but It hink Stone made the right call there.

Hostile slaps the mat in frustration before heading outside of the ring and digging under the ring. The Jersey City Demon brings out his trusty barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick and rolls back into the ring with a sadistic grin on his face.

BUBBA J: There we go, tear his flesh, grind him up like a pound of hamburger meat!

Chad is nearly back on his feet as Hostile lines up a shot with his favourite weapon. Chad ducks out of the way just in time and traps Hostile up with a drop toe hold causing Hostile to land face first on his own weapon. Chad grabs the Kendo stick and drives it down across the back of Hostile who is now bleeding from his face and back. Chad brings the weapon down again and again before bring Hostile to his feet and executing a side Russian leg sweep using the barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick. Kurtis with a cover.

One…

Two…

Kick out by Larsen!

BUBBA J: I cry foul, that sumbtich is cheating!

MIKEY MASSACRE: There are no rules.

BUBBA J: Chad always finds a way to get over, whether it is sympathy for his fake heart condition, or the fact he’s lying about not having STDs.

Chad hoists Larsen up and whips him into the corner, reversed by Hostile who charges in right behind Chad… Whisper in the Wind by The Show and both men are down. Chad the first one to his feet goes to grab Hostile… Small Package by Hostile out of nowhere!

One…

Two…

And that’s all he gets as Kurtis kicks out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad barely able to kick out of that surprise pin.

BUBBA J: Probably spit in Hostile’s eyes the cehating bastard.

Both men back on their feet as Hostile connects with a wild right hand to the jaw. Kurtis answers back with one of his own. Another right by Hostile followed by one from Kurtis. Hostile. Kurtis. Hostile, Kurtis, Hostile, Hostile, Hostile, and Kurtis is knocked into the turnbuckle. Peter lifts him up and levels him out. TOP ROPE DDT! A cover.

One…

Two…

Three!

No! Stone waves it off as a two count! Chad got his foot on the rope.

BUBBA J: Now, that was three before the foot got on the ropes!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I can’t say I disagree but I was honestly watching for the shoulder.

Hostile lifts Chad up and gets behind him with a rear waist lock and executes a German Suplex to the outside. Hostile climbs the rope… NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT TO THE OUTSIDE! Both men laying motionless outside the ring for what feels like an eternity. Hostile starts making his way to his feet and Chad is still out cold. Peter picks up the unconscious body of The Show and rolls him into the ring. Hostile now in Tue ring and dragging Kurtis’ body to the center of the ring. Cover.

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! NO!?! Allen Stone waves it off as Chad managed to kick out at the very last moment.

BUBBA J: Come on Stone, can you count fairly you bias sumbitch?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The hand is getting closer and closer.

Hostile is enraged as he argues with the official with no success. Hostile walks over to the Kendo stick and smiles an evil smile as he picks it up and starts unwrapping the barbed wire and wrapping it around his arms. Chad is trying to get back to his feet as Hostile goes for the Demons Dream. Chad rolls through it and counters with a reverse SRI and a weak cover.

One…

Two…

Thre… Kick out!

BUBBA J: Now he’s counting way to fast, I’ve never liked Stone.

The race begins as both men try to regain their vertical base. Chad gets to his feet about a half second before Hostile. Chad with a boot to the mid-section. He sets up for the CK Finale… reversed as Hostile again goes tor the Demon’s Dream. Hostile can’t get it locked in as Chad rolls out of the hold. Both men to their feet. Chad with the STARMAKER! Cover!

One…

Two…

BUBBA J: I saw him spit in Hostile’s eyes!

Three…

BUBBA J: Damn fast count… I’ve had enough!

Bubba J throws down his headset as “Cocky” hits back up in the speakers.
DIN GDING DING

JENNY JERSEY: and here is your winner, The Show Chad Kurtis!

Bubba J rolls under the bottom rope, holding a steel chair in his hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I had a feeling this was coming. Bubba J’s gonna lose his job again.

Chad turns around as Hostile gets up to his knees.

*WHAM!* Chad goes down, Bubba J pulling Hostile back up. Bubba J whips Chad into the corner, Hostile follows in slamming his knee into Chad’s heart, Bubba J following hitting Chad in the chest with the steel chair. The crowd boos heavily as Hostile lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle and Bubba J lays the chair down.

“Carbomb” hits up as Vincent Black runs in from the back, causing the building to fill up with boos.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on now, this is overkill!

Top Rope DDT onto the chair!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Vincent lifts Chad up… NEW HOPE! Onto the chair. Bubba J and Hostile are laughing as they begin to stomp a mudhole into Chad’s carcass, “The Show” trying to fight back but its hopeless…

The crowd roars their cheers to the heavens as from the back, holding steel chairs, lead pipes, and barbed wire strands is Lyndsey Valentine, Jonothan Kurtis, and the big Bluegrass Bad Ass himself… Matthew Kurtis!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Reinforcements have arrived!

Bubba J, Vincent Black, and Hostile slide out of the ring. Bubba J, panting heavily from the beat down given to Chad lifts a microphone to his lips.

BUBBA J: I’d like to… introduce the new… Extreme Elite!

He points to Vincent, Hostile, and himself.

BUBBA J: Raising hell, kicking ass, and making bitches cry for their mommies… feel honored, you are the first to feel the destruction and carnaged that can be caused by the Extreme Elite.

All men walk back through the crowd as the Kurtis brothers help Chad up to his fet, Chad glaring down at the new Extreme Elite.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here… we… go…

We fade back into the ring, there is a table set up with a chair on each end. Obviously, this is the contract signing people have been eager to see all night, ever since Larry released it was happening tonight on Aggression to the public. Larry is in the middle of the ring, looking classy as ever. He speaks to his tri-state empire.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the moment you’ve been waiting for tonight. Earlier this week, I made it public that I was working on special match for Night Three of Honor Bound, and believe you me I have delivered! I have this contract here.

Gordon holds up the contract, which is concealed in a brown envelope.

LARRY GORDON: Besides all the logistics of contract obligations, financial compensation and the like, it states that these two competitors will fight on Rebel Pro’s Night Three of Honor Bound. It also states, courtesy of one of the competitors, that their fight be determined in a LADDER MATCH!

The crowd gives a good pop for Larry, but they can’t take the anticipation anymore.

BUBBA J: I can’t take it much more either, Mikey. Who do you think these guys are?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I haven’t got a clue. I heard a rumor they weren’t REBEL Pro talent, but that’s all I got.

BUBBA J: That could mean a lot of people.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, no kidding!

LARRY GORDON: But I almost forgot… did I mention that the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE ON THE LINE?!

The crowd goes nuts!

BUBBA J: But Matthew Engel is the PWA World Champion?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess he–

Mikey gets cut off by the sound of “Sympathy for the Devil” performed by Guns N’ Roses. The crowd is on their feet already, giving the PWA World Champion a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. Engel has on dark green dress pants, a black silk dress shirt and a black tie. With the World Title over his left shoulder, he walks down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring.

BUBBA J: Never thought I’d see that punk down here in Durham again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think he ever thought he’d find himself down here again either, Bubba.

Larry and Matt shake hands and Matt lays his World Title down on the table, taking a seat.

LARRY GORDON: And the man you’re all wondering who will he be facing…

BUBBA J: It’s gotta be Jethro Hayes. Engel has been begging for Jethro to take his World Title again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jethro certainly isn’t an exclusive PWA wrestler anymore, so you may be right. But wouldn’t he have told you?

BUBBA J: Maybe, but Jethro has gotten better at keeping things to himself.

Then, “Now or Never” by Dope hits the sound system and the arena erupts. Dustin Kelser, or better known to the world as Thunderwolf, comes out from back stage with Victory superstar Enika Engel, his wife, right by his side. Dustin is dressed in a black business suit, wearing a pair of Oakley’s. Enika is dressed in business casual as well, sporting a more feminine black pair of sunglasses. They begin to make their descent to the ring, Dope blasting all over the arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow. I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming. Perhaps I should pay more attention to Rampage. This is huge!

BUBBA J: Dustin Kelser, back for one more match? I’ll believe it when he signs it, Mikey.

Dustin and Enika reach the ring. Enika climbs up the stairs and Dustin hops up to the apron. Dustin pulls the top and middle ropes apart, giving Enika plenty of room to crawl through. Dustin climbs through right behind her. Enika stays back, waving to some of her fans, as Wolf keeps his eye on the man seated at the table. The Virus. Thunderwolf. You can cut the tension with a butter knife.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Unbelievable, Bubba. Two PWA Hall of Famers have chosen REBEL Pro as the stomping ground for their epic battle over the World Championship.

BUBBA J: I will admit this is a big step for RPW, but.. I just can’t trust it at the moment. Something is off.

Matt decides to get up as Wolf draws near the table. Wolf and Virus stand face to face for a moment, and Larry urges they take a seat at the table they have set up. Both men sit down as “Now or Never” dies out on the sound system.

LARRY GORDON: Now, when I saw the end of Matthew’s match last Sunday night, I just knew that if I didn’t act quickly, I would lose a potential juggernaut of a match. I contacted Matthew fairly easily, but it took a bit to track down Thunderwolf. Once I got ahold of both of them and let them know my proposal, they were on-board. As for the match stipulations… Matthew Engel suggested that it be a ladder match, and Thunderwolf would only do the match if the PWA World Title was on the line. Oddly enough, both of their requests would work in perfect harmony as one of the headlining matches on Night Three of Honor Bound.

Now all you need to do is sign, gentlemen.

The crowd, still on their feet, are eagerly awaiting to see if both men will agree to the match.

LARRY GORDON: Matthew, I will give you the honor of signing first because you are the champion.

Matt gives Wolf a smirk. He takes the contract from Larry and puts it in front of him. He glances over it, reading the main points. He grabs a black and gold RPW pen and signs the contract, sliding it over to Thunderwolf.

LARRY GORDON: Take your time, Mr. Kelser. Make sure everything is up to your standard, and sign it if you will.

Wolf grabs his pen – not even bothering to take the time to read it. He signs his name. The match is set as the crowd goes wild with cheers and flash photography.

BUBBA J: Well there you go, folks. Thunderwolf will be taking on Matthew Engel in a PWA World Title match on RPW’s night of Honor Bound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s great, Bubba. I can’t wait! It should be a great match!

Larry grabs the contract as Matt and Wolf get up from their seats. Virus walks over to Wolf, who isn’t even bothering to get ready should Virus attack him. Virus starts shooting off at the mouth, as Enika stands behind her husband with a concerned look.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh man Bubba they could go at it right here right now!

BUBBA J: I don’t know if Larry would like that. I think he wants all the action to happen at Honor Bound.

Virus is still shooting off at the mouth, but it’s not audible at this point. The crowd is going nuts, and all Thunderwolf can do is stand there and smile. He shrugs his shoulders, and gives Matt a half-assed salute as he turns around and walks toward the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf. Virus. Night 3 of Honor Bound! PWA World Title on the line! This is going to be epic, Bubba!

BUBBA J: It better be.

Matt throws his hands up and turns around, cursing Wolf under his breath. Wolf and Enika climb out of the ropes as “Now or Never” hits the sound system again.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, these two legendary fighters have agreed to the terms and will be fighting here in REBEL Pro on April 22nd! Get your popcorn ready!

Larry and Matt clear the ring as Wolf and Enika head backstage.

Top of Form 1
MIKEY MASSACRE: All right, ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is the main event to decide who will represent REBEL Pro in the King of Extreme match!

BUBBA J: Yeah, and my boy Black has this one in the bag!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I wouldn’t count out the Falcon so easily, Bubba J. I mean, you don’t become a triple crown winner in REBEL Pro for being a pushover!

BUBBA J: Don’t forget that Black is a triple crown winner as well! I just want to see that chicken boy bleed.

“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and out from the curtain walks Vincent Black to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not a lot of Vincent fans, but there are sure a lot of people who would love to see the Falcon get his ass kicked tonight!

BUBBA J: And you’re sittin’ next to one of ‘em! Go Vince!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From Glens Falls, New York, currently fighting out of Raleigh, North Carolina! He is a triple crown winner, weighing in at three hundred thirty one pounds! VINCENT! BLACK!

The massive Black hits the ring and raises a confident arm high for the audience to see. He stands in his own corner, bouncing on the balls of his giant feet, getting warmed up, then his music dies down.

“But I’m still here standing… And I’m tired of backing down!”

12 Stones hits the speakers and out from the back walks out a very pumped Jacob Venar, to yet another mixed reaction from the crowd!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here comes our most recent triple crown winner!

BUBBA J: Lucky break. Kid sucks.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I dunno about that, Bubba J, the man did end the career of the legendary Chris Casino. I’ve fought this man first hand, and he is no pushover by any means. Didn’t you fight him, Bubba?

BUBBA J: Stop right there, Massacre. If I’d wanted to beat him, I could have.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That remains to be seen. At any rate, Venar hasn’t made a single appearance all week, and one has to wonder what’s going through his mind right now!

BUBBA J: I know what’ll be going through it in a couple of minutes; Vincent’s fist!

Venar walks intensely to the ring, rolling his shoulders all the way to stretch.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent! From British Columbia, Canada! He is a triple crown winner and he weighed in tonight at two hundred forty pounds! The FALCON! JACOB! VENAR!

Venar rolls into the ring, eyeing Black with pure malevolence in his red eyes. Black mocks him, smirking at his opponent with confident swagger. Venar hits the top rope and raises his arms high to the audience, jawing confidently, before he back flips acrobatically into the middle of the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black may be huge, but Venar has that acrobatic speedy edge that could spell the difference in this match!

BUBBA J: Yeah, a lot of speeding he’ll be doing with that heavy ass knee brace! Kid is damaged goods.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Be that as it may, we both have learned first hand that there aren’t a lot of things that Venar won’t fight through!

BUBBA J: Except a good Trailer Park Trash! Get ‘em Vince!

Venar checks his knee brace and nods at Alan Stone, who looks to Vincent Black who nods in turn. Stone calls for the bell, and this match is on! Black and Venar circle each other, Venar twitching with intensity, and Black calmly confident. Venar calls for a test of strength, and Black, with almost a hundred pounds over Venar, laughs as he confidently obliges. Collar and elbow tie up, Venar surprises Black with a strong push, knocking him back! Venar pumps the legs, but Black puts on the brakes, tossing Venar by the head and arm into the turnbuckle! Venar bounces hard off the corner and hits the mat, holding the small of his back, gritting his teeth.

BUBBA J: Too bad the chicken can’t fly!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good toss by Black, let’s see if Venar can bounce back!

BUBBA J: You mean as hard as he bounced off that corner! HAH!

Black grabs Venar by his long black hair and drags him to his feet. Venar slaps Black’s hands away and delivers three swift kicks to the legs and midsection before hitting the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD roundhouse kick to the head that staggers the big man! Venar, quick to keep the offense so as to not lose any momentum, hits the ropes and nails a RUNNING ENZUIGIRI that Black takes full in the face, but he still doesn’t go down! Venar grits his teeth with rage, determined to put the big man down. He gets a running start, and uses ALL of his body weight to whip the big man to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a ROCKER DROPPER–NO Black LAWN DARTS Venar to the edge of the ring and he rolls outside! Venar glares up at Black, who grins triumphantly as he pops a kink in his neck. Venar shakes his head, growling obscenities as Black chuckles quietly to himself, inviting Venar back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good offense by Venar, but it’s gonna take more to put Black down!

BUBBA J: GOD DAMN RIGHT! GIT ER DONE!

Black starts to egg Venar on, but Venar fumes on the outside for a moment or two before he notices a table set up near the announcers. He folds up the table and rolls it into the ring. Black raises an eyebrow as though intrigued, and just kicks the table to his side. Venar’s not finished, however, and he tosses a black duffle bag into the ring as well, followed closely by a steel chair and a sledge hammer. Black smiles widely as Venar rolls back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like Venar’s bringing some friends to the fight…

Venar stands and Black gives him the “bring it on” gesture. Venar smirks through the rage. The two men charge and collide HARD in a collar and elbow tie up that gets the fans pumped up! Black shifts his weight to toss Venar aside again, but Venar slides between Black’s legs, rebounds off the ropes and lands on Black’s shoulders, feeding him BRUTAL right hands to the head! Black fights to get the determined Venar off of his shoulders, but Venar rolls back, using Black’s defensive position to knock him off balance and hit a KILLER reverse hurricanrana that sends Black backflipping into the corner! Venar picks up the steel chair and moves toward Black with vicious intentions. He raises the chair high, and gets a giant boot to his gut for the trouble. Venar drops the steel chair and doubles over. Vincent boots Venar in the head, and he stumbles back. Vincent reaches for the steel chair and raises it as he makes to stand up–OMFG VENAR out of nowhere with a DROP KICK that knocks the chair into the face of Vincent! Vincent holds the bridge of his nose as Venar kips to his feet with a roar.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar getting fired up here! What a move by the Falcon!

BUBBA J: Chicken boy needs to take a valium. Vincent’s gonna kill that dickless hen.

Venar walks to the opposite corner and sets up the fallen table. He turns–BLACK with a shot to the skull of Venar with the chair dazes him! Black tosses the chair and SMASHES Venar’s head against the table! Venar is dazed, but he appears to be smiling as Black sets him up for a VICIOUS powerbomb that splinters the table and leaves Venar lying in ruin, grinning through gritted teeth! Black goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

And a KICK OUT by the Falcon keeps this match alive! Black leaves Venar to recover in the pile of busted table and unzips the duffle bag to see what goodies have been brought out to play! Black searches through the container of infinite wonder and mystery while Venar slowly finds his feet behind him. Black smiles as his finds himself a stun gun, but here comes Venar! The Falcon boots the stun gun out of the ring, where it lands in Bubba J’s lap and zaps him!

BUBBA J: AGGHHH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba, are you– (laughs)

BUBBA J: (BLEEP) you, Massacre! (BLEEP) YOU!

Venar with a shot to Black’s jaw turns his head, and when Black looks back at Venar he’s hit with a VICIOUS Falcon Punch that sends saliva flying from his mouth! Venar hits the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD crossbody that sucks the air out of Black and Venar hooks him for the BERMUDA TRIANGLE! Vincent fights, but it’s almost locked in! Black reaches around for a toy nearby to help him, and he finds the black bag! His rand reaches in and then back out with the first thing he could find; a STAPLEGUN!

KA-CHUNK!

Venar rolls back, pulling the staple out of the middle of his forehead. Blood trickles down his face as Venar glares at the staple. Black stands, holding the staple gun in his hand, stalking over to Venar with evil in his eyes. Venar stands to meet him, and Black lunges with the gun, but Venar neatly evades and kicks him in the back of the leg. Black reacts with a back fist – staple gun included – to the side of Venar’s head. Venar hits the ground hard, holding his head, a crippling smile plastered to his face, as Black follows and KA-CHUNKs three staples along his spine! Venar arches his back in pain, the totally uncharacteristic smile shines brightly through his gritted teeth. Why stop there? Black unloads the staple gun into Venar’s back, causing him to convulse with every strike!

KA-CHUNK!

KA-CHUNK!

KACHUNKKACHUNKKACHUNK!

And so on.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black is turning Venar into a pin cushion!

BUBBA J: Mikey, my balls are numb. I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS!

Massacre laughs out loud as Venar grins in agony as Black finally tosses away the staple gun. Black digs through the black bag for more goodies as Venar crawls to the ropes, arching his back. Venar drags himself to his feet and scratches his back with the turnbuckle, TEARING the staples out of his back almost all at once! The fans in the front row cringe with disgust as the gore leaks all over the turnbuckle, bloody staples bounce to the mat as Venar chuckles wildly! Black reaches into the bag and pulls out a small silk bag, no doubt full of something metal and sharp, and tosses it aside for later. He reaches in again, but hesitates. Obviously he sees something not even he wants to touch! Black reaches in and pulls out a book?

Oh, God.

CHYNA – “IF THEY ONLY KNEW”.

IN HARD COVER.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, God, no!

BUBBA J: Jesus, Vincent, you want to hurt him! Not kill him! I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS!

Venar stands up and walks toward Black, but he sees the book.

BUBBA J: Is that FEAR in Venar’s eyes?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can you blame him?

Black lunges with the book, Venar ducks under and hits the ropes! Rebound LARIAT to the big man causes him to drop the book! Venar kicks it aside quickly and nails Black in the chin with an ENZUIGIRI, but Vincent catches the leg! HIGH ANGLE SPINEBUSTER puts Venar down in the splintered table! Venar grins with pain as Vincent stands over him shaking his head in disbelief. Venar smiles as he beckons Vincent to bring it on with both hands. The crowd is really getting pumped up! Black grabs Venar by the throat and yanks him to his feet before hanging him in the air by his throat! Venar kicks and flails, gripping Vincent’s hands to relieve the pressure from his neck.

VINCENT BLACK: I DON’T SEE YOU LAUGHING NOW, KID!

JACOB VENAR: (coughs) GIVE IT A SECOND, BITCH.

Venar kicks Black square in the junk and raises his knee into Black’s face as he doubles over! Black drops Venar, blood POURING from his obviously broken nose, and Venar rolls to the outside! While Black holds his junk and his nose, Venar sets up a table outside next to the turnbuckle and climbs the turnbuckle just as Black stands up! VENAR SOARS! WHISPER IN THE WIND and Black is down again! Venar grabs the silk bag and empties its contents all over the table he set up on the outside! Black finds his feet again, and this time he catches Venar off guard! Black lifts Venar high in a military press, and tosses him to the table– NO, Venar wriggles free and lands behind Black! Venar hooks Black, BLACK REVERSES!

THE NEW HOPE! SIT OUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

NO WAY! VENAR KICKS OUT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: NO WAY! WHAT WILL IT TAKE!

BUBBA J: MY BALLS! DAMN IT!

Black pounds the mat in frustration, arguing with the referee over whether it was two or three, finding the usual result as everyone else, so we have to wonder why they even bother? Black turns to go back to work on Venar, who’s on his knee. Black hooks him, VENAR WITH CHYNA’S BOOK! BLACK IS OUT COLD!

MIKEY MASSACRE: STOP THE MATCH, VINCENT MIGHT BE DEAD!

BUBBA J: NO! NOT CHYNA!

Venar drops the book and wipes his hands together, ridding himself of the filth, looking disgusted with himself. Venar climbs the top rope slowly, looking to end it! Venar off the top!

SPREAD!

MY!

WINGS!

CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

NOOOO! BLACK KICKS OUT!

Both men lie prone on the mat. Black is up first, after a LONG time, and he drags Venar to his feet and shoves him against the turnbuckle. Venar ducks a stiff right hand and chops Vincent’s back. Venar climbs over Vincent to the turnbuckle and starts to haul him up. Venar keeps eyeing the table below him, covered in thumbtacks, knowing it’s the only way Black will go to sleep! Venar sets him up, but Black fights! Black tries to reverse and toss Venar off, but Venar doesn’t budge either! Black and Venar trade shots on the top rope!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

The Falcon heaves ONE MORE TIME…

BUT VINCENT SHOVES HIM OFF FACE FIRST!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, shit, we need EMTs out here NOW!

BUBBA J: HOLY (BLEEP) that’s disgusting!

What happened.

What happened?

Venar’s right leg got caught on the top rope. And his braced knee is bent HORRIBLY the wrong way!

Breaking character, Black hops to the outside and lifts the bloodied, beaten and HORRIBLY broken Venar down from the turnbuckle, waving to the entrance ramp and yelling for EMTs to get down to the ring. Venar holds his knee, writhing in pain as the crowd hushes. EMTs hit the aisle at top speed carrying a stretcher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesus… what a match that was, and then… this. You hate to see this happen, that is a career-threatening injury!

BUBBA J: Threatening? Try ENDING! Shit. That’s (BLEEP)ed up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar is so well known as a man who enjoys pain, a man who will stand up and fight through ANYTHING… this is serious.

The EMTs work on Venar, who convulses with pain, and not even HE is smiling now! A separate EMT checks on Black’s nose., The EMT hesitates, but obliges. The EMTs give it the old “ONE, TWO, THREE” and SNAP Venar’s knee back into place, and Venar SCREAMS in pain! Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell to stop the fight, and Jenny Jersey gets in the ring, surrounded by the debris of the absolutely hellacious match.

JENNY JERSEY: Unfortunately, due to serious injury, referee Alan Stone has called a stop to this contest, declaring the winner, by forfeit… Vincent Black.

The EMTs carry Venar to the back, truly a rare sight, as Stone raises Vincent Black’s arm in victory.

Is this the end of the Falcon?

BUBBA J: My balls Mikey, my fucking balls are on fucking fire!

Lights down.

Seldon, Lisa

Lisa Seldon

AKA: Drama Queen, Baby, Bright Eyes, Skittles

HOMETOWN: Albuquerque, New Mexico

HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5’6″ 125lbs

ENTRANCE MUSIC: “Change in the House” of Flies by The Deftones

STYLE: Muay-Thai Fighter with Highflying & Lucha Tendencies

FIVE FAVORITE MOVES: The Echo Effect: No hands Lionsault.
Broken Design: Spike Hurricanrana.
Bleeding Vanity: Inverted Hiptoss to Sit-Out Facebuster
The Tequila Slammer V: A Sitout Pump-Handle Fireman’s Carry Driver.
The Tequila Slammer VI: Olympic Slam style lift into a Side Michinoku Driver.

FINISHER(S): The Killer: Execution style Roundhouse Kick to a kneeling opponent.
The Starburst: A Front-Flip Double Corkscrew Senton.
The Viledriver: A Top-Rope Mounted Back-Roll Kudomi Valentine.

BIO: While seemingly much more well adjusted than when she first broke into the AoWF community, Lisa is just as neurotic and delightfully batty as ever. Albeit just in a slightly different way than before. Despite doing her best to come across as carefree and whimsical, with a dash of maturity thrown in, Lisa has various negative traits that often hold this back.
For a start she has a tendency to over think things; most often taking minor tiffs with others and blowing them up in her mind until they became great and unthinkable social faux pas. Add this to an inability to hold her tongue and you can tell this quickly becomes very inconvenient for her.
She also has lots of little twitches, habits and anxiety issues that make her come across in person like she’s always just a little bit nervous. She has a habit of holding her hand in her hair, feels an uncontrollable urge to cover her mouth when people attempt to take pictures of her and has a slight lisp that only began to surface when her life became very much about public speaking.
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REBEL Pro Tag Team Champion *1