Aggression 3-4-2011

Aggression

Aggression Arena

Durham, NC

March 4, 2011

The lights go out in the REBEL Arena. The crowd reacts first with confused
yelling and a few scattered boos directed at the production team, but they calm
down when they see the Megavision screen
.


On a black background, the
words “John 14:6″ are written in a white old english font. They flash once, and
a face appears in their place. A man with a thick black beard, short black hair,
and piercing blue eyes stares into the camera, in front of a pure white
background. The image persists for a few seconds before fading back to black.
More words come on the screen in the same white font, one line at a
time.



FOR I AM THE WAY
THE TRUTH AND THE LIGHT
NO ONE COMES TO
GLORY
EXCEPT THROUGH ME

The first two lines now fade back to a black
background, leaving only the second half of the message. The words slowly get
larger until the entire screen is filled with white. More text flashes onto the
screen, in black this time.

THE SECOND COMING

The lights return,
and the screen turns off.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their voices are 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”

Lizatanna! Holding the REBEL Aggression 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, 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”

Darth Zwart 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! generic cialis 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!

~Megavision~

The same briefcase, all shiny and new looking sits on top of a desk somewhere with nothing seeming to have changed until the camera zooms in on the numerials on the lock.

“41201128″

The camera zooms out to show a piece of paper that has “2000″ written on it in gold coloring, sitting beside the shiny briefcase as this mystery gets even more mysterious.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall…

“Enemy” by Sevendust hits the PA!!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from parts unknown and weighs in at 281 pounds….The Stranger!!!

The Stranger makes his way to the ring ignoring the stupid fans along his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

‘I’m Da Sh*t feat. Rick Ross’ slams into the PA and the crowd unleash the boos!!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Dade County, FL and weighs in at 285 pounds, one half of The Big Boss Riders….T.J. Robinson!!!

Robinson is met in the aisleway by The Stranger and the brawl is on!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like The Stranger didn’t want to wait.

CHAD KURTIS: Maybe he’s got somewhere to be?

MASSACRE & BUBBA: Naaaaaaaah!!

Both men are trading rights and lefts and referee Jimmy Johnson is yelling at them to get the fight into the ring.
Stranger with a rake to the face! Robinson whipped back first into the guard rails!!
Stranger rushes in and takes a boot to the face! A clothesline drops The Stranger to the floor!
Robinson drags Stranger off the floor and leads him down to the ring where he rolls him into the squared circle.
Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell as Robinson slides into the ring!
The Stranger is up and walks into a big right hand from Robinson! Another! A third right hand from Robinson has The Stranger on rubber legs!
Stranger is whipped into the ropes!
Powerslam from Robinson shakes the ring!

One!

Two!

Stranger kicks out!

BUBBA J: Is this over yet?

CHAD KURTIS: No, its not like you having sex, its going to take more than a minute.

The Stranger struggles up to his feet!
Half Nelson suplex from Robinson! Stranger springs to his feet as if he didn’t feel a thing!
Stranger hits the ropes and almost gets decapitated by a clothesline from Robinson!
Robinson drags Stranger to his feet! T Bone suplex from Robinson folds up The Stranger!
Robinson rolls to the outside and throws back the ring skirt. He pulls out a table to a huge pop from the rowdy REBEL fans!
The table is slid into the ring and Robinson climbs in behind it.
Running boot to the face from the Stranger sends Robinson staggering back into the ring ropes!
The Stranger scoops up Robinson and slams him on top of the table!

BUBBA J: What a moron! You set up the table before smashing someone on it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not everyone can be as hardcore as us Bubba.

CHAD KURTIS: I’ve been known to get a little hardcore myself.

BUBBA J: Then you’d whine to have the next week off because… (whiny voice) “I’m hurt, I need the next show off, I’ve got heart arythymia”.

The Stranger pulls Robinson to his feet but takes a kick to the nuts for his trouble!
DDT onto the table from Robinson!
Robinson rolls The Stranger off the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring!
The Stranger is using the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet when he’s grabbed from behind.
German suplex from Robinson! The Big Boss Rider member keeps his hands locked and rolls The Stranger over and drags him back to his feet.
A second bone jarring German suplex!
Robinson releases his grip and drops a leg across the back of the head of The Stranger!
Robinson looks out at the crowd and gestures that a title belt will be soon finding a home around his waist.
Robinson pulls The Stranger to his feet, hoists him up onto the top of the near turnbuckle and points to the table.
Robinson climbs up to the second turnbuckle and takes The Stranger off the top rope and through the table with an Eastside Kutta!!!

BUBBA J: Woo Hoo!! There ya go!!

The table is shattered and Robinson hooks the near leg as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

MIKEY MASSACRE: Aaaaaaaaand it’s over!!

The bell rings and Robinson gets his hand raised by Jimmy Johnson!!

JENNY JERSY: Your winner of this match, T.J. Robinson!!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Robinson shows that he’s just as dangerous in singles as he is in tag team action!

BUBBA J: My balls itch….

CHAD KURTIS: Probably got something from one of your paid lady friends.

MIKEY MASSACRE: T.M.I. Bubba…..

The lights in the arena go utter and completely nexium otc black, only the red of the words “Exit” can be seen in the darkness and they seem to have been dimmed greatly. A slow version, the same slow version of “Final Countdown” as a matter of fact, plays through the speakers. On Megavision a small ember slowly begins to burn brightly, the flames crackling in time to the music. The flames suddenly burst brightly into a full roar and black tendrels of color can be seen in the red and orange flames. A small shape is writhing around in the flames, sucking the black colors down into itsself until…

The bird bursts from the flames, looks around the arena and squaks its Phoenix call. The black phoenix flies towards the screen, as though it is going to fly right out of the screen, and vanishes to brings the lights back up into the arena.

Center ring is a cardboard cutout of “The Phoenix” Rob Robinson holding a Pioneer Wrestling Association World Title. The face is masked and from somewhere in the speakers of the arena we hear a dark song call…

The figure of The Phoenix immediately bursts into flames upon the sound of the call. The figure slowly blackens until there is nothing left but ashes in the very center of the ring. From above a Phoenix mask is dropped down to land face up on the still smoldering pile of ash.

BUBBA J: What… the… f*bleep*k?!

“Higher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” by Creed hits the loud speaker and the fans POP! as El Gato emerges from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first from Mexico City, Mexico, representing the Tex-Mex Express, EL GATO!!!!!!!!!

Creed dies off as El Gato flips into the ring and awaits his opponent. He doesn’t have to wait long as Disturbed’s “This Moment” hits the P.A. And the crowd erupts with jeers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, hailing from Anywhere and Everywhere, representing The Freak Show, he is THE FREAK!!!

The Freak walks out from backstage and holds up something in his hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What does he have there?

Bubba J: I don’t know but it better be a beer for me, I’m running low.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You have a case and a half!?!

BUBBA J: Not nearly enough to make El Gato entertaining to watch.

As The Freak walks to the ring he begins to douse himself with whatever substance he’s holding in his hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

BUBBA J: Me too, I don’t think that’s beer.

The Freak finishes pouring whatever over himself and climbs into the ring. Allen Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING

El Gato comes fast with a spinning wheel kick that sends The Freak down hard. The Freak starts to get up slowly but Gato sends him back down with a slingshot legdrop.

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato quick to the draw here tonight. I think perhaps The Freak may have underestimated him.

BUBBA J: Sorry what? I was grabbing a beer.

Gato to the out side and he grabs a crutch from a fan at ring side. He slides back into the ring and takes aim…

*THWACK!*

Freak takes the crutch across the back of the head. Gato with a cover and Stone makes the count…

One… Kick-out by The Freak.

Gato wastes no time debating and goes generic zithromax right after the fallen Freak with a sliding dropkick to the head. Gato presses his advantage by pulling Freak up and whipping him into the corner. Gato follows with a leg lariat

NO!

the Freak ducks under and Gato goes over the top landing hard on the outside. The Freak runs and flies over the top rope sending both men into the barricade. Freak on his feet just before El Gato. Freak with the Rush finishing off with a devastating roundhouse to the temple of Gato. Freak rolls back into the ring and jumps to the top rope… Sight Unseen to the outside!

El Gato gets his knees up just in time!

Both men slow at getting to their feet. Gato is first though and jumps onto the ring apron… Asai Moonsault that lands perfectly. El Gato back to his feet and goes fishing under the ring for more goodies. He pulls out a ladder and slides it into the ring before laying into The Freak with some haymakers for good measure. Gato with an Irish whip sending The Freak into the ring steps. Or at least it would have sent him into the steps if Freak didn’t handspring over them.

BUBBA J: Jesus how the hell did he do that?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I know first hand to never underestimate just how agile The Freak is.

The Freak rolls into the ring as El Gato does the same. El Gato comes in

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fast again but this time The Clown Prince of Carnage is ready for him and nails Gato with a front kick to the jaw. Gato is out of it as The Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle and launches into a corkscrew senton. Freak with a cover…

One…

Two… And El Gato kicks out!

Freak waits until Gato is on his knees before hitting the ropes and nailing a shining wizard!

Gato takes all of it and goes down hard. Freak to the outside and under the ring. He pulls out a table!!!

BUBBA J: Looks like the little Mexican fella is in big trouble. I’ve seen what The Freak likes to do with ladders and chairs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ve felt it first hand. But I wouldn’t count El Gato out just yet.

The Freak slides the table into the ring and starts setting it up in the centre of the ring. Gato is sitting in the corner trying to make the most of this little respite as The Freak stands the ladder up above the table. With everything set up Freak turns his attention back to El Gato who seems to be done slumped in the corner. Freak grabs him by the mask only to have Gato fire off a thumb to the eye. Freak staggers back a few steps and El Gato leaps up and executes a picture perfect hurricanrana that sends Freak crashing to the outside. El Gato looks at the fallen Freak and then to the top of the ladder before giving the crowd a double thumbs up and scaling to the top.

450 splash from atop the ladder to the outside!

Gato lifts Freak back into the ring and makes the cover…..

One…

Two…

Three…

NO, NO, NO!!!!!! The Freak rolls his shoulder up just in time. Gato slaps the canvas in frustration before dragging Freak to his feet. Gato hooks The Freak’s head and runs to the corner. Gato Got Your Tongue! No, The Freak reverses with a modified back suplex! Freak grabs the ladder and leans it in the corner before hitting Gato with a rolling thunder. Freak pulls Gato up, whips him into the ladder, and runs in behind him. Gato move out of the way but the quick and agile Freak just runs up the ladder and leaps into a whisper in the wind! Freak kips up to his feet and heads outside to find more weapons of self destruction. He goes under the ring and pulls out a coil barbed wire and quick wraps himself in the flesh rending wire.

BUBBA J: Now this match is getting good.

Freak back in the ring now with his arms and torso wrapped in the career shortening barbed wire. El Gato struggles to his feet right as The Freak grabs him with a Barbed Wire Bear Hug. Both men wincing in pain as the deadly wire pierces and tears at their flesh. Gato trying everything he can to get The Freak to loosen his grip, finally he brings his leg up and connects with The Freaks family jewels. The Freak drops Gato and holds on to his package as Gato hits a springboard dropkick that sends Freak into the ladder. Gato runs in only to run smack into The Freaks outstretched boot. Freak grabs the ladder and uses it like a battering ram into El Gato’s skull. Freak again leans the ladder up in the corner and turns to be on the receiving end of a chair shot to the skull. Gato rolls Freak onto the table and heads up the ladder. Freak begins to move before Gato reaches the the top of the ladder. Freak rolls of the table and starts to climb up to catch Gato. Both men are at the top trading blows. Freak with a kick that almost knocks Gato off but the Mexican star manages to stay on. The Freak however takes that moment to pull a lighter from his pocket and set himself ablaze.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well now we know what he poured over himself, it must of been lighter fluid.

BUBBA J: This is going to be good.

Gato grabs the flaming Freak from out of nowhere and hits Gato Got Your Tongue from a top of the ladder and through the table! Both men a heap under the broken table neither one moving, both bleeding. Allen Stone checks it out. Gato moves his leg over The Freak from a pin.

One…

Two…

Three!!!!!!!!!

Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner, EL GATO!!!!!!!!!!

El Gato slowly gets to his feet as the fans start chanting his name. Shut Down comes running to the ring and levels the bloodied and battered El Gato. Jesse James Hank Williams runs in with a chair to the skull. JJHW collects his partner and starts carrying him to the back. Freak stands and calls for a mic.

THE FREAK:(breathing very heavily) You know…, you two have gone… and pissed us off…. You got your title shot… at March Madness… And it’s going to be… a Carnival of Carnage Match!

BUBBA J: March Madness just got better Mikey, even with your ugly mugh there and Chicken Boy pretending to be injured.

~Megavision~

The scene cuts backstage where Larry Gordon’s office door is partially open, Chad Kurtis walking out with fury on his face and Gordon standing there behind hiim with concern on his face.

CHAD KURTIS: Make no mistake Gordon, I will compete in this promotion again; nothing can keep “The Show” grounded.

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: You follow the doctor’s orders and there is a chance you might be able to compete at Birthday Bash 2011. Regardless of what you think or how it looks Chad, I want you back in the ring but more importantly I want you healthy; regardless of it is back inside a Rebel Pro ring or not. My bottom line is getting you healthy, wrestling be damned.

Chad looks back at Gordon, the news of the doctor’s diagnosis and subsequent bad news getting his emmotions running a bit high.

CHAD KURTIS: I will compete again Gordon and I’ll do whatever necessary to do so.

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: I wouldn’t expect anything less from you Chad now go out there and do what the note says will help.

Chad walks on, crumpling the note(more like worrying it because he’s not going to throw it away). Gordon watches him go for a moment before closing the door.

Silence as the curtains part and from the back accompanied by Darth Lord Sidious, is Darth Vader… No its Darth Zwart and his normal manager David Fiore. Darth Zwart looks to the crowd, menace seeming to brim and pour out of his mask and down his cape. The crowd give some chants of “Use The Force”, “You don’t suck, your outfit does!”, Skywalker!”, “We Want Anakin!” and other such chants.

JENNY JERSEY: From the Dark Side of the Force, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-one

Darth Zwart looks at them all before stepping up the steps and into the ring.

“Animals” hits up into the speakers as from the back to a big pop is the Brazilian Hardcore Sensation that the fans here in Rebel Pro love, Jaice Wilds! Jaice slaps hands on his way to the ring, making sure to get every hand that is making the effort to reach across the barrier.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice leaps to the apron before stepping through the ropes and getting the crowd into it by pumping his fists in the air and yelling “Rebel Pro” at the top of his lungs.

“Lead Into Demise” hits up into the speakers here in the Aggression Arena and out from the back to a huge pop is the Rebel Pro #1 Contender, Johnny Maverick! Johnny moves from side to side slapping the hands of the fans who stick their hands over the side before yelling out to get the crowd even more pumped up.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Washington, D.C.; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he is the Rebel Pro #1 Contender… JOHNNY MAVERICK!

Johnny climbs into the ring, up the turnbuckle, and pumps his right hand into the air bringing the crowd into a frenzy.

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up and the frenzy? Well it goes quicker than a fat kid’s allowance at a candy store. The happiness is sucked from the room and replaced with hatred and booing as Jacob Venar steps from the back with the Rebel Pro World Title around his waist. Jacob points to the belt and back to himself making sure that everyone knows that he is the Rebel Pro World Champion.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… He is your Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… JACOB VENAR!

Jacob removes the belt from his waist, handing it to Jenny Jersey, before stepping into the ring and preparing himself for the match.

DING DING

Johnny and Jaice lock up, continuing their battle from last week, but Jaice with a quick go behind, but Johnny reverses and spins delivering a DDT onto the canvas. Meanwhile Darth slams a fist into Jacob’s mouth causing him to fall back into the ropes. Venar charges back with a roll and spring up to deliver a clothesline that sends Darth stumbling back about half a foot. Zarth looks down at Venar and actually laughs, this serving to only infuriate Venar who lashes out with a series of chops to the big man’s chest before spinning around delivering a swift kick into his ribs, but the big man only falls into the ropes. Darth rebounds right into a suplex from Venar, who uses the momentum to suplex Zwart.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What power by Venar.

BUBBA J: I’ve got it on good authority that Venar is on roids.

CHAD KURTIS: Jacob Venar on steroids?

BUBBA J: Hell no, on hemmoroids you chicken.

Maverick rolls up to his feet, delivering a stomp onto Jaice’s midsection before pulling him up and tossing him over the top. Jacob looks at his partner and the two nod at each other. Jacob pulls Zwart up to his feet, double Irish whip sends Zwart running. Jacob leaps high up kicking Zwart right in the face as Johnny spins around delivering stiff kicks to the back of Zwart’s legs causing him to crash down to the canvas. Johnny off the ropes leaping over Zwart, but Jaice is there slamming a chair into the back of Maverick’s head. Johnny falls forward and Venar stomps down on Zwart’s midsection. Zwart begins to roll up to his feet, being assisted by Venar. Zwart delivers a meaty punch to the midsection of Jacob before coming up and slamming a knee into his midsection. Zwart backs Venar up in the corner with right after right hand until Jacob’s back is pressed firmly into the corner. Darth lifts Venar up onto the top turnbuckle and here comes Maverick, but Jaice trips him up. Johnny spins around launching himself over the top to land on Jaice with a plancha.

BUBBA J: Bodies everywhere! Bodies everywhere!

CHAD KURTIS: Leave that to Jonothan Davis, please.

BUBBA J: Bodies everywhere! Bodies Everywhere!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d have to agree with Chad on this one.

BUBBA J: Chicken right there! Chicken right there!

As Bubba J points to Chad at the announce table. Johnny rolls up to his feet, but Jaice is getting ready to meet him. Johnny lashes out with a side kick, but Jaice returns one of his own for good measure. Johnny with a kick, Jaice returns the favor. Collar and elbow, Jaice whips Johnny into the ring apron, Johnny springs up, flipping back over Jaice to slam a dropkick right into his back. Jace stumbles forward and kisses the steel post with his face before twisting away and allowing Johnny to deliver a famasser to Jace on the concrete. Johnny hops up into the ring just as Darth lifts Venar up with a big time massive superplex from the top turnbuckle!

BUBBA J: Damn, he’s got to be thirty feet up in the air!

CHAD KURTIS: This is gonna hurt!

BUBBA J: Shut up chicken, no one is talking to you.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is it possible for you two to get along for one show?

Bubba J and Chad look at each other.

BOTH: No!

Jacob’s back slams heavily and hard onto the center of the ring just as Johnny steps into the squared circle. Darth rolls up to his feet, making the cut throat gesture before Johnny comes with a leg lariat shoving Zwart back first into the turnbuckle. Johnny slams his knee into Darth’s side before spinning around and kicking him right in the chin with a roundhouse kick. Johnny climbs up and mounts Darth with a series of stiff punches right into his face. However Darth has had enough as he lifts Johnny up in a double chokelift, tossing him onto his opponent and current tag team partner, Jacob Venar. Darth off the ropes dropping a leg drop across Maverick’s throat before whipping him into the corner and tossing Johnny up into the air with a big back body drop!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Darth Zwart showing his strength.

CHAD KURTIS: Darth proving why…

BUBBA J: Shut up Chad, just shut up.

CHAD KURTIS: Why he is in line for the Aggression title shot at March Madness.

Darth slowly climbs the turnbuckles as Jacob Venar is still unmoving in the center of the ring both from the massive suplex as well as Johnny landing with all of his weight on top of him. Darth leaps with a leg drop from the top turnbuckle and connects solidly! But Darth not going for a cover, instead picking Venar back up and whipping him into the ropes to deliver a big boot that spins Venar around on his right foot and Zwart finishes off the combo with a clothesline that almost takes Venar out of his boots!

BUBBA J: Zwart dominating the World Champion right now, told you he’s gotten lucky in his title matches.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He has won them all though.

CHAD KURTIS: Doesn’t matter if luck or..

BUBBA J: Chad won most of his title matches.

CHAD KURTIS: Exactly.

BUBBA J: Shows that even a crippled squirrel can hobble along and get lucky.

Jaice rolls inside the ring, blood flowing down his face from a gash on his forehead, but he’s ready to do battle. Johnny gets pulled up to his feet, he lashes out with a chop to Zwart’s throat, but Darth lifts him up and tosses him over to Jaice who manages a dropkick right to his face spinning Maverick in mid-air. Darth looks down at his handywork before pulling Venar up and ordreing David to set up some tables for his amusement. Jacob with a knee into the midsection only infuriates Darth as he lifts him up in a chokeslam, or actually its just a choke. On the outside David has set up a table, quickly moving out of the way as Darth Zwart walks over to the edge of the ring. Jacob fights with a knee into the face before Zwart accidentally drops him. Jacob uses the top rope to spring up and twist sending him crashing down on top of Darth Zwart, and both men go through the table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a move from Venar!

CHAD KURTIS: He took advantage of the one slip up and that is why he is World Champion.

BUBBA J: So not only are you chicken, but you are a brown noser too?

Jaice pulls Johnny up, sending him into the ropes with forearms to the chest, but Maverick fires back with a knee into Jaice’s ribs. Johnny springs back, coming forward with a shoulder block, but Jaice spins out of the way. Johnny lands rolling over and up to his feet connecting with a roundhouse kick to Jaice’s mouth. Jaice falls back into the corner and here comes Maverick with a head of steam! Maverick leaps to the top rope, he catches Jaice’s head in a leg scissorslock, twisting and flipping him out of the corner. Johnny back up quickly showing his speed and agility is off the ropes with a baseball slide into the side of Jaice’s face. On the outside of the ring Jacob is pulling Darth out of the broken table pieces and shoves him away from the ring, as Johnny comes flying over the top. Johnny catches Darth around the head, bringing his throat down across the guard railing in a move to cut off his air supply in a major fashion. Johnny springs up to a chair, looking Jacob right in the face before pounding his chest. Jacob looks unimpressed as he stomps down on the back of Zwart’s head before rolling into the ring with a steel chair in hand. Jacob lays the chair down in the ring before scooping Jaice up and slamming him on top of the chair. Jacob looks down just as Johnny rolls into the ring and removes Jaice from on top of the chair. Jacob and Johnny come face to face over Jaice’s body, neither man saying a word but their body language saying plenty.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We may not have to wait until next week!

CHAD KURTIS: We may get a preview here tonight!

BUBBA J: Kick his ass Johnny!

They continue the stare before both men back off, knowing the match has to continue and they want to win at all cost. Johnny whips Jaice into the ropes, delivering a hip toss onto the canvas. Jacob lays the chair on Jaice’s face before beginnning his climb up top. Jacob looks down then…

Spreads!

His!

Wings!

Jacob connects, driving the chair down onto or into Jaice’s face.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

Jacob rolls up to his feet and turns around.

ANOTHER BODY MURDERED!

Jacob is laid out on top of the steel chair that was driven right into Jaice’s face, Jacob’s head connecting solidly with the steel.

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Johnny surprising Jacob there.

CHAD KURTIS: Johnny is standing tall this week, but will he be standing tall next week?

Johnny looks down at Venar, a smile creeping across his face as the show fades away to the Rebel Pro 2011 Aggression logo.

Aggression 2-25-2011

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their voices are 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”

Lizatanna! Holding the REBEL Aggression 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, 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”

Darth Zwart 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!

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Before the first match could take place, something really strange happened. I’m not sure if someone accidentally turned a camera on backstage or what, but on Megavision the picture of a To open up the show, it wasn’t a match but a small video clip on Megavision, this is what I was able to record on my cell phone in case this wasn’t aired on television.

~Megavision~

The briefcase sits on a mahogany table, the numerals on the lock showing the following numbers:
“41201135″

Strange I know, but figured it has to mean something or maybe someone just accidentally turned on a camera backstage.

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The Phoenix is in the ring, surrounded by the Pantheon. Doshky, Dragon, and Snow are all carrying fire extinguishers. The Phoenix is pacing and clearly not happy.

Phoenix: I’ve been saying forever that Rebel Pro is the worst place I’ve ever worked, but this just seals it. Yeah, this is a dangerous business. Yeah, I’ve been thrown out of steel cages suspended 20 feet in the air. Yeah, I’ve been hit with chairs, with sledgehammers, trash cans, and pretty much anything else you could find in an arena. And yes, I’m the guy that invented the London’s Burning match, where the cage is actually on fire. But the difference between all that and what happened last week? I knew the risks going in. When you become a pro wrestler, you accept a certain amount of danger. Hell, you accept a certain amount of danger just leaving the house each day. But what happened to me last week isn’t what typically happens in this business. Actually, I’ve been around for over a decade and I’ve never once seen a man set on fire. Until last week. That wasn’t a prank. That wasn’t someone trying to psych me out. That was attempted murder.

Phoenix: I’ve talked to my lawyers and last week could be considered an accident by a judge. There’s no proof that anyone meant to light me on fire, at least not that I can prove. But let’s face it, that was no accident. And if it happens just one more time, they’re confident they can get me out of my contract, which is the only good thing to come out of all this.

Phoenix: Speaking of my lawyers, let’s talk about the copyright infringment that Larry Gordon has been allowing here. He’s letting some bozo use my music, use my logo, and use my name. That’s the kind of bullshit I’d expect from a fifth rate pissant company like Rebel Pro, but there’s just one thing I don’t get. You’ve got the real fucking deal under contract. Using the bargain basement rip-off is what you do when you can’t get the real dude. What, does Gordo think that having two Phoenixes will be twice as good? Not fucking likely. I’m one of the greatest of all time, no one can deny it. After me, the mold was shattered. So someone can steal my name, they can steal my look and my music, but they can’t steal my talent. And I’ll tell you all this, right here, right now, if I… No, strike that. WHEN I find this bozo…

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. A phoenix appears on the Megavision with the flames slowly turning black and switching it into a dark phoenix. The lights come up and the Pantheon spring into action, spraying Robinson with the fire extinguishers. Luckily for Robinson, he wasn’t on fire this time. He starts screaming at the Pantheon and looks down when Scottie Snow points at his feet where there’s a burnt Phoenix mask laying on top of a pile of ashes. Security rushes to the ring and escorts a visibly angry Phoenix, along with the rest of the Pantheon, out of the arena.

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JENNY JERSEY: This opening match of the night is scheduled for one fall…..

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits the PA!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds, ‘The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick steps out from the back, looks out at the capacity crowd and heads down to ringside. All business.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..

‘Animals’ by Nickleback!!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil and weighing in at 184 pounds…..Jaice Wilds!!!

Jaice slides into the ring and stares at Maverick.
Head Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and this one is underway!!

BUBBA: Is that guy a midget?

MASSACRE: Wilds? No, he’s from Brazil.

BUBBA: Huh.

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we’re now joined for this match by ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!

BUBBA: Ugh, how is that a treat?

KURTIS: Good to be here guys.

The two lock up in the middle of the ring.
Standing side headlock from Maverick.
Jaice backs Maverick into the ropes and shots him off.
Maverick ducks under a clothesline!
Jaice with a leapfrog over Maverick on the rebound!
Maverick with a crossbody off the ropes!
Jaice drops out of the way and Maverick eats the canvas!
Wilds with a standing shooting star press!
Maverick rolls out of the way and Jaice lands on his feet!!
Maverick is up and we have a stand off!! The crowd gives both of them a big round of applause as they circle each other again.

BUBBA: That midgets fast….

MASSACRE: Wilds will have the edge on speed, but Maverick is a dangerous striker.

KURTIS: Bubba, I don’t think you’re in any position to talk about how someone looks.

BUBBA: Shut up coward. You’re not even really hurt you pussy.

Jaice goes to tie up but takes a spinning back kick to the gut!
Stiff kick across the chest from Maverick rocks Wilds!
Another wicked kick drops Wilds to the mat and Maverick pounces on him without hesitation.
Maverick locks on a kneebar and Wilds scrambles to get to the ropes causing a break.
Wilds uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and Maverick is waiting for him. Double leg takedown from Maverick!
Maverick tries to lock in an ankle lock but again Wilds is to close to the ropes!
Stone backs Maverick away as Wilds gets to his feet. Maverick charges Wilds, but the smaller man backdrops Johnny over the top rope and down to the floor!!
Maverick manages to land on his feet as he hits the floor. He turns around just in time to eat a springboard crossbody from Wilds!
Both hit the floor hard but Wilds is up first and drags Maverick up.
Maverick is whipped back first into the guardrails!
Jaice charges in and takes a back elbow to the face! Maverick reaches over the guardrail, grabs a chair from a fan and slams it across the left leg of Jaice!!

BUBBA: Finally!! Some hardcore action.

KURTIS: Geez Bubba, do you ever shower?

BUBBA: Kiss my ass Kurtis.

Chairshot across the skull drops Jaice and Maverick looks down at his victim with a hint of a smile on his face.
Maverick tosses away the chair, grabs a length of camera cable cord and wraps it around the throat of Jaice!!
Maverick drives a handful of MMA style elbows into the side of Wilds head before releasing him. Wilds is rolled back into the squared circle and Maverick is searching for something under the ring.
Maverick pulls a bag out from under the ring and places it in the corner. Again he goes hunting for something under the ring and drags out a table which gets a huge ‘We Want Tables’ Chant from the crowd!!
Maverick places the table on the ring apron and before he can slide it inside the ring jaice comes out of nowhere with a Elbow Suicida!!
Maverick is laid out on the floor and Wilds puts the boots to Johnny.
Wilds grabs the table on the apron and bridges it, one end on the apron and the other on the guard railing.
Maverick is pulled to his feet, takes a rapid series of short forearm shots and then rolled up onto the table.
Wilds slides into the ring and the fans get to their feet knowing something big is coming.
Maverick is getting to his feet on the table and Wilds hits him with a springboard seated senton!!
Both men crash through the table down to the floor and the drunken fans happily chant ‘Holy shit!

MASSACRE: You have to wonder if Mavericks head is in this match after that tough loss to Jacob Venar a few weeks back!

BUBBA: Well right now his damn head has smacked off the concrete floor!

KURTIS: Both of these are super tough and….

BUBBA: Quiet faker.

MASSACRE: Both of you shut up!

Jaice shoves table debris away from him and slowly gets to his feet. He reaches down and drags Maverick up and shove shim into the ring.
Maverick is trying to get to his feet and the camera zooms in on a ugly gash on the back of his head. Blood is flowing down Mavericks back and the referee is checking to make sure Johnny is able to continue.
Maverick shoves the referee away, gets to his feet, turns and it’s Wilds with a springboard crossbody!
The hit the mat but Maverick rolls through and keeps his grip on Wilds! Maverick hoists the smaller man up onto his shoulders and drills him with a death valley driver!!
Without missing a beat, Maverick drags a dazed Wilds up and crushes him with a Gibson driver!
Maverick with the cover!

1!
2!

Jaice with the kickout!

MASSACRE: Maverick is rollin’!

Maverick pulls Jaice off the mat, hooks him and hits a shin breaker. Leg trip from Maverick who then locks in a single leg crab on Wilds!
Jaice is fighting like crazy and starts to drag both himself and Maverick towards the ropes!
Wilds reaches the ropes but Maverick refuses to break the hold! Jaice uses the ring ropes to pull / climb his way back to a standing position.
Enziguri from Wilds! Maverick staggers back holds the back of his bloody head. Jaice with a jumping Russian leg sweep!
Jaice with a cover!

1!
2!

Maverick kicks out!

KURTIS: Maverick is a tough son of a bitch!! Unlike Bubba here….

BUBBA: Hey!

Jaice spies the bag Maverick brought into the ring and crawls over to it.
Jaice gets to his feet, turns and gets dropped when maverick hits a diving flying shoulder block to the knee of Wilds!
Wilds lays on the mat clutching at his knee as Maverick slowly grabs the bag and gets to his feet, blood is flowing heavily from the back of his head and we can see a bump the size of an egg.
Maverick unties the bag and pours out thousands of thumbtacks on the mat to a huge roar from the crowd!!
Maverick grabs Jaice and goes for a powerbomb onto the thumbtacks!
It’s reversed via a hurricanrana from Jaice!!
Maverick lands back first across the thumbtacks and the fans are going crazy!!
Jaice heads to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top rope.
Aerial Ace!!!
Maverick moves at the last second and Wilds connects with nothing but thumbtacks and the mat!!
Jaice rolls quickly to his feet, his back covered in tacks!! Maverick, himself a human pin cushion, hooks Wilds from behind!
Half nelson suplex!!
A bloody thumbtack covered Maverick quickly locks in a sharpshooter on a dazed Jaice!!
Wilds tries to get to the ropes but Maverick sits down on the hold and Wilds taps out!!

MASSACRE: Wilds had no other choice but to tap out!

BUBBA: Loser.

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and this one is over!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….’The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!

Maverick yanks his arm away from Stone, turns to a disappointed Wilds and helps him to his feet!! Maverick says something to the beaten Wilds before rolling out of the ring.

BUBBA: I dunno what he said but I’m sick of this good sportsmanship crap!

MASSACRE: Are you out of beer again?

BUBBA: Yeah….

KURTIS: Like he needs anymore. Look at the gut on him!

BUBBA: I’d hit ya, but I’m afraid you’d use it as a reason to stay fake hurt.

“Higher” blares to life in the speakers as a mixed reaction for the following man comes down from the rafters and seats in the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: From Tulsa, Oklahoma; he stands at five ten and two hundred and five pounds… he is “The Trailer Park Jesus” JESSE JAMES HANK WILLIAMS!

Jesse steps into the ring, carrying a thumbtack covered baseball bat for his weapon of choice in this match.

“Meet The Monster” by 5 Finger Death Punch hits up in the speakers as the mixed reaction fills the speakers, some like, some hate, some love, and some are just too drunk to care.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at seven feet two inches and weighs in at three hundred sixty-seven pounds… He is one half of the current Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…SHUT DOWN!

Shut Down steps into the ring, staring a hole into JJHW as he awaits the bell.

DING DING

Shut Down and Jesse James Hank Williams come together in the center of the ring in a mass of humanity. Shut Down backs JJHW up with a massive right fist to the face, but JJHW fires right back with one of his own before rubbing his hand up and down his body and slapping the taste right out of Shut Down’s mouth. JJHW presses his advantage with an Irish whip sending Shut Down into the ropes and delivering a big back body drop that sends Shut Down to the canvas.

BUBBA J: That… was the nastiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Even nastier than what you did in the toilet before we came on air?

BUBBA J: Yeah, at least I could flush that one.

JJHW with a big leg drop off the ropes, but Shut Down rolls out of the way and up to his feet. JJHW is up as well and Shut Down sends him back down with a clothesline that probably took his head off, but its still attached as there is no fountain of blood. Shut Down lifts JJHW back up to his feet, shoving him violently back into the corner. JJHW with a big right hand, but Shut Down just absorbs the blow and knocks him a good one with his right fist. JJHW bends backwards from the blow, but Shut Down bends him the other way with a knee into his midsection before lifting him with a knee lift into the face.

BUBBA J: Shut Down playing it smart here by going after the entire body.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He is doing what you are supposed to do.

Shut Down grabs a side headlock, but JJHW shoves hiim into the ropes and he rebounds with a big boot. JJHW catches him, sending him down to the canvas with a spinebuster that may have cracked the ring, only time will tell there. JJHW off the ropes, connecting with that leg drop he tried earlier. JJHW makes the first cover of the match, but Shut Down doesn’t even allow a one count before rolling a shoulder up. JJHW helps him back up to his feet grabbing a front face lock and lifting Shut Down up into a vertical suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My GAWD look at the strength!

BUBBA J: Damn!

Shut Down comes down, the ring shaking violently from the impact, but JJHW presses his advantage while he’s got it. Shut Down begins to roll up towards his feet, delivering a shoulder block right into JJHW’s midsection doubling him over. Shut Down off the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes JJHW down center ring and he makes the cover.

One!

JJHW kicks out quickly after the count of one and tries to get up to his feet, Shut Down is there to help him out with a forearm to the face and a quick hair pull for added insult. JJHW fires with a right forearm into Shut Down’ midsection, but the co-Tag Champ fires with a knee into the midsection and one right into the face to get the advantage back in his favor.

BUBBA J: I thought we’d see hardcore, but these two men are just beating the hell out of each other without weapons!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome to the diversity of Rebel Pro!

Shut Down tucks his head under JJHW’s armpit, waving his hand in front of his nose quickly to get rid of the stench before lifting JJHW up… twisting… and taking him down with his own modification of the Northern Lights Suplex! Once again the ring is shaking heavily due to the massive amount of poundage in this ring, but its holding up and therefore the match continues.

BUBBA J: I want some damn hardcore!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like you are getting your wish, Shut Down has just rolled out of the ring.

Shut Down lifts JJHW’s thumbtack covered baseball bat up, before tossing it into the ring. Shut Down lifts the ring apron up, pulling out a couple of tables before sliding them into the ring as well. A Freak Show fan gets his attention before tossing him a steel chair and a fake arm?

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ve seen that in Rebel Pro before, although I think it was a leg.

BUBBA J: I think I remember that.

Shut Down gets back into the ring, holding the chair in one hand and the arm in the other. JJHW is getting slowly back up to his feet. Shut Down comes a bit closer, but JJHW spins around slamming his baseball bat right into Shut Down’s midsection repeatedly as though he is trying for a bunting homerun. Shut Down drops the chair, but swings the arm down out of reflex. Shut Down drops the arm as JJHW slams the bat right into his groin doubling him down to his knees in utter pain.

BUBBA J: Ball bat to the balls… that definitely hurts.

JJHW off the ropes using the bat like a clothesline attempt, but Shut Down falls on his face and JJHW leaps over bouncing back off the ropes. Shut Down lifts the arm tripping him up and JJHW falls right onto his bat… face first. Shut Down lifts a table up into position, leaning it up against the corner before lifting JJHW up and tossing… wait! JJHW counters by falling backwards and shoving his feet into Shut Down’s midsection flipping him over and onto the table in the corner!

BUBBA J: SHIT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Impressive isn’t it?

BUBBA J: No, got a damn splinter in my eye!

JJHW pulls himself up off the canvas, wiping at the blood now streaming down his face before turning around and pulling Shut Down out of the wreckage to make a pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Thre

Kickout!

Shut Down manages to get his shoulder up just before the hand comes down and this match does continue. JJHW can’t believe it, but he struggles on never the less by pulling Shut Down to his knees.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Shut Down connects with The Shake Machine out of nowhere!

BUBBA J: Jesse James Hank Williams had the match in hand but… damn splinter!

Shut Down smirks as he makes the cover center ring on top of JJHW’s bat and the fake arm.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing The Freak Show… Shut Down!

Shut Down nods as though he knew this was going to happen and he nor anyone else should have ever doubted it.

*WHAM!*

Shut Down stumbles forward a bit from the impact right into another shot from a steel chair causing him to fall backwards and down on one knee. TJ and BG both grab Shut Down and lift him up…

Double suplex onto the table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are they doing out here?!

BUBBA J: Probably beating up Shut Down and putting themselves into the Tag Title picture.

TJ and BG walk over to a steel chair and set it up as well before lifting JJHW up and double suplexing him on top of the seat for good measure. Both men roll out of the ring and stare at their handy work as they walk backwards up the aisle.

BUBBA J: Guess it’s time for the main event. And time for Lisa to tear Jacob’s fucking head off.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the magician?

BUBBA J: I don’t give a fuck if she’s dressed as a Rodeo Clown. Long as she keeps tearing up ass I’ll drink a beer to it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like you’re getting your way, because we’re heading to the back.

The cameras jump backstage, just in time to see Jacob Venar skittering across the screen while Lisa comes after him with a ring bell. Rather than turn it on him though, she chooses to let it ring twice before tossing it over her shoulder.

BUBBA J: There’s a bell. Now it’s official.

Liza pushes Venar back and then hurls her top-hat in his direction, sending it just inches over his head and embedding it in the wall. Venar turns around to pull the hat out of the wall, only to find it stuck solidly thanks to a sharp metal rim.

JACOB VENAR: Fuck are you doing; you could have killed me!

LIZATANNA: What do you want, it’s a Deathmatch.

There’s an awkward pause before Venar tackles Liza back through a door, spilling them both across the floor of what turns out to be Larry Gordon’s temporary office.

LARRY GORDON: What the hell!?

Larry jumps up to his feet but Jacob pushes him into a wall and then turns back to Liza, snatching her up and smashing her face first across the desk. He then clears its contents across the floor and drags Liza up for a Suplex through the desk, but Liza reacts with a knee in his head at the apex of the move, causing him to drop her back to the floor. Liza then grabs him by the hair and hurls him back through the door. By this point Larry is beside himself but that doesn’t stop Liza grabbing hold of the first heavy object she can find, which happens to be a printer, and heaving it into the wall where Jacob Venar was just a second before.

BUBBA J: Damn!

Shards of plastic fly as the printer disintegrates against the wall, but Jacob is far from safe as Liza charges forward with a knee in his stomach. She then tosses him across the floor and follows up with a kick straight through the ribs. Jacob then follows with another but Jacob catches her leg, turns and chucks her down another hallway. Liza rolls through and back to her feet, just in time to dodge a Falcon Punch that shatters a few tiles on the wall and leaving a red smudge in its place.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do we have to pay for that?

BUBBA J: They’re throwing down backstage. By the end of the night we’re going to be paying for a lot of things.

Jacob turns and catches another attack from Liza, before using a forearm to ram her back into the wall. He then drags her off her feet, still pushing her into the wall and trying to choke the life out of her, but Liza fights back by jamming the point of her elbow into the top of his head, sending him away. Jacob staggers back and Liza follows up with a series of punches before turning into a Spinning Backfist that sends the spit flying and then a straight kick that knocks him back through another doorway. This time he catches himself on the frame and saves himself from falling down some stairs. Liza then charges in for the follow up, only to have Venar jump forward, catch her around the waist and toss her straight down the steps with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar sending that bitch down the stairs.

BUBBA J: No way to treat a lady… even one trying to murder you with a hat.

Liza lands in a heap on the landing and can barely pull herself to her feet. Fortunately Jacob gives her a hand, lifting her up by the hair and tossing her into the safety railing. He then turns her around and lights up her cheek with a backhand to subdue her before turning away to make some room. Liza however throws a string of tied handkerchiefs from her sleeve and knots them around Jacob’s neck. She then pulls him backwards over the barrier and hangs him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit, he’s in trouble now.

Jacob kicks and dangles at the end of his very colour noose, clawing for an escape. Fortunately for him, a pair of scissors – and various other less useful items – falls from Lisa’s sleeve and right into his reach. Liza continues garroting him but Jacob manages to use the scissors to cut his way to freedom, and lands choking and spluttering on the floor. Liza moves to follow until Jacob suddenly turns and hurls the scissors in her direction, just missing her but apparently catching someone else as a scream lets out in the background. In the confusion, Liza leaps the barrier, lands on Venar’s shoulders and then leans back into a Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not wasting any time finding out if that innocent bystander got seriously hurt.

BUBBA J: Woman after my own heart.

Liza snaps back but Jacob holds himself standing, before proceeding to whip Liza back onto his shoulders, turn and chuck her into the metal rail, snapping her back with a horrid clang. Liza drops to her knees but Jacob grabs her up and whips her through a set of double doors into what appears to be the buffet area.

BUBBA J: Shit! Don’t waste all the food.

Liza rolls onto her back, allowing her to get her feet up and catch Jacob with a Monkey Flip, scattering a number of passers by and taking out several tables of food in the process. Liza then clambers back to her feet, grabs up a stack of plates and begins winging them at Venar, each of them shattering on contact and giving her a tremendous good laugh… that is until he catches one and shatters it over her head, putting her back to the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Little Greco-Roman Hardcore there with that plate.

A drop of blood runs down Liza’s forehead as Venar pulls her off the ground by hair and tail and then throws her bar fight style across the length of a table wiping out various dishes in the way before dumping her to the floor. Venar then kicks his way through the table, grabs Liza off the floor. He then shoots for another Suplex into a nearby table but Liza drops out of the move and lands behind the table. The two then turn to meet again and Liza lashes out by kicking the table into his gut. Liza then grabs Venar by the head and hurls him back through the double doors and runs him into the wall. She then charges in with a knee in the gut that Venar trades for a forearm shot that sends her away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lizatanna now covered in blood and food but she’s still hammering away.

BUBBA J: If beer starts spilling out her tits I might just have to get married.

Venar blasts Liza with a Lariat from behind and sends her down another corridor. Liza however manages to stay standing with the aid of a wall, allowing her to hit back with a mull kick that doubles him over. Liza then charges at the nearby wall, puts a foot on it and kicks off in a backflip, where she then brings a knee down hard across the back of his head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Moonsault Knee and she takes him out.

BUBBA J: Bought time. Think this might finally be that yellow bellied traitor fuck’s last night as a champion.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The belt isn’t on the line.

BUBBA J: Yeah but we wont keep our belt on a dead man.

The fans are ecstatic now as Liza kicks Venar through the curtain and then follows up by volleying him in the face with a field goal kick that rattles his teeth and sends him skittering down the isle way. Liza then goes after as Venar drags back to his feet, pulling himself up with the aid of the rail. He then baits Liza in, catches her with a Hiptoss and sends her over the rail and into a sea of chairs that shoot out from beneath her. Venar then follows out as the crowd disperses. By this point, a referee finally joins in the action.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fans getting a little more than they expected. Well, maybe not more than these fans expected.

BUBBA J: It’s Rebel Pro. If they don’t walk away with someone’s tooth we’re sending them home disappointed.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Then they might be about to get some.

Venar grabs Liza up by the hair, only to be blasted with an elbow in the gut. He counters with a knee in the gut and then follows up by slamming her face first into the seat of a chair. Jacob then goes again, dragging her up into a Facelock and once more lifting her up into a Vertical Suplex. Liza lands a few punches at the height of the move, but this time Venar holds on and buries the Brainbuster, crushing the chair beneath the two of them.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is over. Call it, time of death.

BUBBA J: Sit your ass down Mike, he aint getting’ to pin her yet.

Venar can barely drag Liza off the floor, blood now running freely down her face, and toss her toward the guardrail. He then pushes her over, taking a good look as she lands in a slump before jawing with a few fans. Jacob then gives Liza a chance to get to her feet. He then charges at the rail, stepping off a chair and then onto it before launching himself at Liza, only to get caught with a chair that Liza throws into his face.

BUBBA J: Bam! What I tell ya?

Venar goes down but Liza refuses to give up her momentum, stumbling over on top of him, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him down into a knee that splits a crack down his face. The fans cheer as she lands a second and then a third that shoots him back up right, spraying blood as he whips his head back. He then answers back with a Haymaker punch but Liza ducks it for a Legsweep that leaves him seated and right in the path of a Soccer Kick, laying him out flat. Liza then turns her attention to the ring.

BUBBA J: Shit’s about to get serious.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What do you call all the chairs, printers, plates and hangings then?

BUBBA J: Foreplay.

After a few moments of rooting, what’s left of Liza drags two barbed wire wrapped tables from under the ring, much to the delight of the fans. By this point she’s clearly shaken and awash in her own blood, but still she pulls the table up to its feet and adds the second one across in a bridge from the table to the apron. She then turns back to Venar, pulling him off the floor and trying to hit him with a Suplex of her own. Instead though, she finds Jacob getting her off the ground and sending her toward the table. Luckily Liza gets her feet against the wood and pushes off, sending them both away from the wood. They both land on their feet and begin trading wild punches, ending with Jacob getting her around the waist and charging her into the table, where the barbs tear at her back. Venar then backs up and fires at her again, only for Liza to catch him with a Drop Toe-Hold, smashing him face first into the barbed wire table, popping a few fresh wounds for good measure.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Two of them trading acupuncture shots.

BUBBA J: Bought time one of them stops messing around with love taps and buries this.

Liza then takes the fight to the apron, dragging Venar up with her. He fights back again though, pushing her off and then smashing her with a straight kick in the face. This stuns her for a moment and allows Venar to get her up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, and point her toward the tables.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like a Death Valley Driver off the apron…

Venar steps up a Death Valley Driver, but Liza fights back with a series of elbows to the side of the head, finally enough to fight him off and allow her to drop safely into the ring. He tries to catch her again, but Liza counters with a high Roundhouse Kick over the ropes, catching him on the side of the head and sending him dangerously close to falling back into the wire. Liza meanwhile holds her balance and then makes a move for the corner, but she takes a little too long and Venar gets there to, scoring with a knockout Superman Punch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Falcon Punch knocks her for six!

BUBBA J: Ah horseshit!

With his opponent hanging at the edge of his hand, Venar drags himself onto the top-rope and brings Liza with him, turning them both to face the table. He then wipes a mess of blood from his eyes, points down to the table and then drags Liza up onto his shoulders. However at this point she fights back, blowing a cloud of green mist into his eyes and stunning him. Liza then whips back for a Hurricanrana, but the momentum is already in play, sending them both toward the tables…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit.

The two spin, fall and crash together through the two the tables, colliding with a mess of wood and razor-sharp barbs that gash them to pieces. The fans explode at the sight of it and break out into chants, but it’s clear from the disturbed look on a referee’s face that neither of them has come out of this well. The man then begins trying the pull them from the wreckage, only to find them both ensnared in jagged wire – caught in every inch of clothes, hair and flesh it can touch. The referee throws up an X, prompting help to come down from the back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s calling for help.

BUBBA J: Only help these two sumbitches need is help getting this shit restarted.

Referees run down with gloves and wire cutters, looking to break them out while the rest do their best to pull away the wreckage without making it any worse. Between the two of them there’s movement but not much, prompting the referee to wave the contest off. We get a bell.

BUBBA J: Fuck is this, a draw?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is it a draw if the match never actually starts?

BUBBA J: Its bullshit whatever it is. After a fight like that we need a God damn winner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe the ref can roll one on top and count a pin.

BUBBA J: That’s how I’d do it.

The referees continue trying to clear the mess. However it’s clear they’re both done for the night, and as the fans begin to settle into a hush while the referees work away, our cameras begin to fade. A few more seconds watching them writhe, and we’re out.

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* Special Post Show Follow-up *

The team of Big Bo$$ Rider$ are walking towards their car, laughing about their evening.

JESSE: Hey boys…You done fucked up.

The twins turn around and are immediately jumped by Jesse James and El Gato!!

The cameraman does his bets to keep up with the action but the four men are slugging it out!!

The Freak Show!!

The Freak and Shut Down rush into frame and we have three tag teams in the parking lot raising Hell!!

In the distance we hear the sounds of police sirens but it doesn’t stop these six men from inflicting as much punishment on each other as possible before the ’5-0′ arrive!!

It’s tag team warfare in REBEL!!!!

- final fade –

Aggression 2-18-2011

Before the first match could take place, something really strange happened. I’m not sure if someone accidentally turned a camera on backstage or what, but on Megavision the picture of a To open up the show, it wasn’t a match but a small video clip on Megavision, this is what I was able to record on my cell phone in case this wasn’t aired on television.

~Megavision~

The briefcase sits on a mahogany table, the numerals on the lock showing the following numbers:
“41201142″

Strange I know, but figured it has to mean something or maybe someone just accidentally turned on a camera backstage.

In the first match of the evening, Might and Magic, along with “The Phoenix” Rob Robinson in toe came down to confront their opponents in the form of BG and TJ Robinson, Big Bo$$ Rider$. The Tag Team match was the opening match as Might and Magic were still on Gordon’s “Not to be nice to” list and Big Bo$$ Rider$ are still earning their reputation here in Rebel Pro. However, the cheer they ereceived could either be because of their hometown or because the fans are coming to like them more and more as they are getting known. Anyways the match started off in typical Rebel Pro Tag Team match style, that is with all four men inside the ring and battling it out. The Dragon decided he’d go after TJ while the big Moke Doshkey went after BG. BBR had a lot to prove here in facing a multiple time Tag Team Champion in Might and Magic, a former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champion and best buds of Rob Robinson, who kept circling around the outside of the ring distracting BBR at every oppurtunity. TJ managed to get Moke up for a vertical suplex, but “The Phoenix” was there to trip him up and Moke fell on top of TJ for a quick cover. The pin was only a two count, even though “The Phoenix” tried to help out by holding down TJ’s feet, he was still able to kick out at the count of two. On the outside of the ring Dragon had been thrown outside and BG was beating him down with a steel chair until Dragon managed a low blow and regained the offense for Might and Magic.

The match continued in this fashion with BBR getting the advantage for a couple of minutes but with “The Phoenix” helping his friends regain offense when the end was coming nearer and nearer. TJ was able to reverse an Irish Whip from Moke and regain the advantage as “The Phoenix” was distracted by something in the crowd. TJ rolled Moke up for the pin and the win after a count of three. After the match, “The Phoenix”, Dragon, and Moke Doshky began a beat down of BG and TJ Robinson with a couple of steel chairs that “The Phoenix” tossed into the ring. But just as they were ready to bloody both men “Oddities” by ICP hit up in the speakers and from the back came The Freak Show to the aid of BBR, much to the surprise and joy of the crowd. Freak and Shut Down ran The Pantheon out of the ring, but only to the ringside area. Freak and Shut Down helped BBR up to their feet, before bashing them over the heads and faces with the chairs that The Pantheon had left behind! The crowd began to boo in earnest, but there were still some cheers from the Freak Show faithful in the crowd and just as the Freak Show were making their way out of the ring, the lights went totally out. Europe’s “Final Countdown”, a very slowed down version of it anyways began to play through the speakers as a flaming bird appeared on Megavision.

The orange flames slowly began to take on a blackish tint as they continued to lick at the bird and engulf the entire screen. The flames on Megavision go out, leaving the arena in total darkness, some women and children scream, but a flash happens to light up the arena. Where Rob Robinson is standing and his mask is on fire, setting his head a flame and The Pantheon begin to try and put him out, the only way they can in over the counter viagra substitute beating the flames out. They lift Rob up to his feet, the mask completely burnt away, leaving his face red, raw, and scorched with sooty splotches on his reddened skin.

~The following aired on Megavision~

The scene cuts backstage to find Chad Kurtis entering into the office of Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Chad is dressed in the “Envy My Past, Fear My Future” t-shirt, jeans, and his signature K-Swiss.

BUBBA J: At least he won’t be out here for a while, maybe not at all.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll just have to see.

BUBBA J: He was just out here so his mug would get on camera and he could sell some merchandise.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Don’t you do the same?

The door shuts.

BUBBA J: Shut up Mikey, no one asked you your onion.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My onion? Don’t you mean opinion?

BUBBA J: No, I mean onion, it stinks and you smell bad.

Gordon sits with his laptop on the desk and a couple of papers are in the In Out box on his desk.

LARRY GORDON: Chad, I asked you here tonight for a couple of things. I know you want to get back into the ring.

CHAD KURTIS: Damn right I do Gordon.

Gordon holds up a hand.

LARRY GORDON: I simply can’t allow that Chad.

Chad gets upset, there’s nothing more that he’d rather do than compete.

CHAD KURTIS: Why the hell not?! I’m in perfect health!

LARRY GORDON: Calm down Chad and lets talk this through rationally.

Chad tries to calm down and is pretty successful at doing so.

LARRY GORDON: Now Chad, I know you are a competitor, but there may be some facts that you need to face.

Chad just looks at him.

LARRY GORDON: You passed out after a match Chad.

CHAD KURTIS: I was in a tough battle.

LARRY GORDON: How many times have you done that before.. pass out I mean.

Gordon waits as he forces Chad to face the worst fact of all.

LARRY GORDON: I thought so. The most resilient man in the business has only done it a few times in my recollection, most recently from a heart condition.

Gordon looks at Chad.

CHAD KURTIS: But I know…

Larry holds up a hand.

LARRY GORDON: Hold on Chad, hear me out. The doctor diagnosed you with Heart Arrhythmia and unless he tells me otherwise, himself, I will not ever let you wrestle again here in Rebel Pro.

CHAD KURTIS: It won’t happen again!

LARRY GORDON: Damn right it won’t Chad, I won’t let it. I love to watch you in the ring, the fans love to watch you in the ring.

BUBBA J: I don’t.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Shut up Bubba J.

LARRY GORDON: But I absolutely will not let you risk your life inside that ring to give the fans, myself, or you what you want. Your life pharmacy online is worth more than that Chad. Others that compete take their lives into their own hands, but they are healthy, you are not.

Chad is getting furious.

LARRY GORDON: Chad, I know you are mad…

CHAD KURTIS: Mad?! I’m getting furious Gordon!

Larry nods.

LARRY GORDON: Undoubtedly you are Chad, but not only could you injure your opponent permanently if it happens again when you are trying to complete a move, but you could even injure or possibly kill yourself and your opponent… not to mention it is possible you could accidentally injure or kill fans as well.

Chad sits back listening, not happy about it, but listening.

LARRY GORDON: Now I know that can happen in any match between wrestlers, but doing it when they are healthy is one thing and it is a totally different subject when one competes with a known condition.

Chad looks on, steam building but the fact that he could hurt or kill fans has sobered him.

LARRY GORDON: Fans know the risks, but how would you feel knowing that you hurt them competing when healthy?

CHAD KURTIS: It’s always bothered me, but it is a risk when they buy a ticket.

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: Now, how would you feel knowing that you hurt them because you passed out again?

Chad doesn’t say a word, Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: I thought so. Chad, I want you here in Rebel Pro competing but I don’t want the risk of you getting hurt competing while you are hurt.

Chad nods, the fans comment got him.

LARRY GORDON: You are free to come back at any time after going to the doctor of my choosing, with me with you, and getting a clean bill of health. But until that time… we can handle this a few ways.

Chad looks up.

LARRY GORDON: I’m thinking of reopening the school that Rebel used to have and calling it The Rebel Pro Academy.

Gordon shrugs.

LARRY GORDON: I could use a trainer there who stays out of the heavy action and gives me his word that if he’s feeling at all ill, will not step into the ring.

Chad nods.

LARRY GORDON: I could make room for you at the Announcers’ table until your contract runs out in a couple of years.

Chad shakes his head slightly, thinking of the Rebel Pro Academy.

CHAD KURTIS: What about doing both?

LARRY GORDON: We can do that too.

Chad nods.

LARRY GORDON: We could post pone all of that and wait for you to heal. We’d put the contract on hold and you would receive no pay from Rebel Pro except for the agreed upon percentage of sales and merchandise.

Chad shakes his head.

LARRY GORDON: Didn’t sildenafil viagra generic think so.

Gordon is shaking his head.

LARRY GORDON: Or we can break the contract, no hard feelings, no lawsuits, just a clean break between two friends who happen to be employer and employee.

Gordon sighs.

LARRY GORDON: Now, that is not what I want but the call is up to you.

He holds up a hand.

LARRY GORDON: You don’t have to decide tonight, or you can; just think on it and let me know. You’ve got my number and you know where to reach me.

CHAD KURTIS: All of this is heavy and I have a lot to think about. You of all people know how much I love this sport and how much I love Rebel!

LARRY GORDON: I know, Chad, trust me I know! You are a real icon around here.

CHAD KURTIS: I will tell you what, Gordon, I will have a decision for you after the show.

LARRY GORDON: There is no hurry, Chad, you can take your time on this decision.

CHAD KURTIS: I believe that in cases like this one the best thing to do is follow your heart and that is why I feel comfortable saying I will have a decision for you tonight!

LARRY GORDON: If you are sure that is how you feel just comeback to my office after the last match tonight and talk things over then.

CHAD KURTIS: Sounds like a plan…

Chad begins to walk away but pauses and looks back at Gordon

CHAD KURTIS: And just to put your mind at ease I can all but guarantee you that no contract is going to be broken tonight!

BUBBA J: Damn that just ruined my night. I mean I thought we might have finally…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just shut up, Bubba J, just shut up!

Scene fades out as Chad walks away and the camera focuses on the concerned face of Larry Gordon….

Immediately after that aired on Megavision, we were treated to an in ring segment that I was able to capture on my cell phone and here it is in its entirety.

CAN YOU TAKE MEEEEEEE HIGHER!!!!’ hits the speakers and the REBEL give a mixed reaction to the psuedo rock / Jesus song.

BUBBA: I hate these…People. Why are they even here?

Out from the back steps the tandem of Jesse James and El Gato or as you know them, The Tex-Mex Express!!! They head down to the ringside area, slapping the outstretched hands of fans (oddly only the male fans) along the way.

The duo climb into the ring and get a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

JESSE: Can I get a ‘YEE HAW’ from you great fans!!!!

The REBEL crowd responds with a ‘Shut the Fuck Up!’ chant.

JESSE: Awesome! We love you guys too!! Now as you know, last week we won our match and became the new number one contenders to the tag team titles. Titles that mean a lot to both myself and this dirty little Mexican standing next to me.

The camera pans to El Gato who is wearing his stars n’ bars mask, wrestling trunks done in the color of Mexico and a Bubba J tee shirt.

BUBBA: Why is that Fa…Fool wearing MY tee shirt?

MASSACRE: Looks like you have a fan!

JESSE: Now Freak Show, I have to admit, me and Gato lost a lot o’ respect for ya’all for the way you jumped us last week. That was an act of desperate men if ya ask me. Men who know that their hold on them tag titles are growing weaker as our showdwn grows closer. Now me? I don’t see nothin’ wrong with dressin’ like a clown and havin’ a good time, ain’t that right Gato?

Gato gives us a thumb up!!

JESSE: Hell, sometimes me and Gato dress up like that after our matches to entertain our fans!

BUBBA: I bet.

JESSE: But we would NEVER, jump someone from behind! Gettin’ someone from behind without their approval? It ain’t right! It ain’t natural, it ain’t…

Hehehehehe! Everyone come see the greatest show…
The crowds erupts with both cheers and jeers as the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions makes an appearance at the top of the ramp.

The Freak: Blah, blah, blah. You know we’ve been pulling this shit for two years now and for some reason all you marks are surprised every damn time.

Shut Down: You want to know why we attacked you last week? Because you two closet cases are fucking boring.

The Freak: We had to do something to make our match entertaining.

JESSE: That don’t make a lick o’ sense! You jumped on us cuz you’re cowards and you know that we’re gonna taken them belts the first chance we get! (turn to Gato) Gato, you filthy Mexican, I say it’s time for a little whup ass to….

The Freak: Hold your horses cow-poke. You touch us outside of a match, and you lose your shot at our titles.

Jesse James and El Gato stop their advancement and glare at The Freak Show.

Shut Down: But don’t fret your pretty little head. Next week it’s Jesse James Hank Whatever going one on one with the seven foot two, three-hundred sixty pound Monster of the http://canadianpharmacy-lowcost.com/ Midway.

Jesse James: I don’t care how big you are, i’ma gonna give you a Texas sized beat down next week. (turning to El Gato) Come on you dirty burrito, let’s go.

The Freak Show head to the back as we cut to commercial.

The next match was the surprise of the night as Darth Zwart, so far in my recollection undefeated here in Rebel Pro came down to face the newcomer The Stranger in a one on one contest. The Darth One had a match on his “Dark Side Force Hands” from the beginning as The Stranger took him to his limits. The Stranger, seemingly unknown well because he is called The Stranger after all, fought with counters, reversals, and technique against the so far untested Darth Zwart. Zwart faught back using his power and Force skills against the newcomer, countering his technique with elbows and Force Fists to the face. Stranger began to work on the left knee of Zwart almost at the exact three minute mark in the match, eventually locking in “Blackout” his figure four leglock submission. However, the big man was able to get out of the hold, but The Stranger did have it locked on for about two minutes, causing Darth Zwart to begin limping noticeably. Stranger went for his three quarter sitout jawbreaker, but Zwart was able to avoid the move shoving Stranger into the ropes. Stranger came back with a run off the ropes right into a Force Boot right into his mouth. Stranger spun around from the blow and Zwart was able to deliver a chokeslam into the center of the ring. The fans were actually cheering Zwart, but it was actually more like they were making fun of him once you made out what they were saying. Some things I said… I mean heard were “Force Freak”, “You suck Energy”, “You are a Fake”, and my favorite… “Darth Trash!” Anyways, the taunts were enough to cause Zwart to get distracted, that and the fact that Megavision came on during the match showing the following…

~Megavision~

We fade backstage during the match for the breaking segment to see The Tex-Mex Express with their bags heading out of the arena. Jesse slings an arm over El Gato’s shoulder as they open the exit door.

THWACK!, THWACK!

Two chair shots lay the duo out. Their assailants slowly walk into view… It’s The Freak Show (which surprises absolutely no one). Shut Down picks up Jesse as The Freak ties El Gato up in A Moment of Sin.

Shut Down (to Jesse): You really need to learn how to read cowboy. There is no “no contact” in our title match contract. Now listen up cowboy, next week you better bring everything you are.

Shut Down with the Shake Machine on to the concrete!

Shut Down lowers his head down to Jesse.

Shut Down: Are you ready to meet the monster?

Fade to the ring.

The Stranger regained his composer, hitting a German Suplex for a pin attempt, but Zwart was able to land on him and prevent a pin because Stranger would have been pinning himself as well and we just can’t have that at all. Zwart got up to his feet delivering a knee into Stranger’s face before delivering “Dark Side”(jackhammer) on Stranger, using the Dark Side of the Force to get his two hundred and eighty something pound body up and down. Zwart covered and got the pin for the win.

~The following was on Megavision~

The camera cuts backstage. Johnny Maverick walks down the hallway, dressed in a comfortable Hoodie Ninja hoodie, jeans, and running shoes. Johnny doesn’t pay attention to the camera, as he doesn’t realize it is there. His steps are heard in the hallway as he comes to the door marked “Larry Gordon – Owner”. Knocking, he pushes down on the handle and walks into the room.

Gordon is sitting at his desk, a stack of papers in front of him and the television tuned to the Rebel Pro action inside the arena. Gordon looks up, nodding, with a look of disappointment on his face as he motions for Johnny to sit down; Maverick doesn’t say a word and remains standing. Gordon steeples his fingers before then deciding to turn off the television.

LARRY GORDON: Johnny, I think its best that we come right down to it, get the unpleasantness overwith, cutting right to the heart of the problem.

Johnny, not speaking, nods his agreement.

LARRY GORDON: But the thing is this, we’ve got a couple of tough issues to cover here tonight, hence the reason I asked you to come dressed in comfort as it may take quite a while to discuss, or with luck you’ll be headed home in just a few moments.

Johnny sits down. He leans back, waiting.

LARRY GORDON: Well, first off is the match with Jacob Venar.

Johnny sits back up, anger burning in his every feature. Gordon holds up a hand, the disappointment returning to his face.

LARRY GORDON: Not a single person that might have caught the controversial call has sent in any recording.

Johnny looks down, trying to hide his anger and disappointment.

LARRY GORDON: Until this morning…

Gordon smiles as Maverick looks up, confusion and hope in his face. Gordon simply nods before turning the laptop around showing the Windows Desktop.

LARRY GORDON: See, this person didn’t check the site or your blog until this morning and just happened… just happened to send this file in.

Johnny leans forward.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Enough horseshit. Roll the tape.

Gordon’s disappointment returns.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: What now?

LARRY GORDON: It isn’t the best quality as someone’s head was in the way but… well look.

Gordon clicks on a file name, the video footage popping up.

One!

A head moves into the way as the second hand slap comes from the referee.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Down in front, Jackass!

The person that recorded the clip moves just as the hand is coming down for the third count. Gordon slows the shot down. The hand comes down slowly, Jacob’s foot moves towards the ropes as the palm is about two inches away from the mat.

LARRY GORDON: Watch closely here.

Both men lean forward, their heads nearly touching as though they can get a better angle. Gordon points to a portion of the screen.

LARRY GORDON: Right here.

The foot barely touches the rope as the hand slaps down, at the same exact time. Gordon sits back as Johnny just stares in disappointment. After a moment he sits back, his eyes not leaving the screen; Gordon nods. Gordon starts to say something before his silence is broken in a string of profoundly creative profanity. He finally slows down after a bit.

LARRY GORDON: …..are you done?

JOHNNY MAVERICK: ….for the moment.

LARRY GORDON: Well that’s exactly how I felt, I can’t make a call here to award you the belt, no matter how much I’d love to because I just don’t like Jacob Venar.

Johnny looks as though he is going to speak, but Gordon holds up a hand.

LARRY GORDON: As much as you deserve the Championship, I’ve got to leave the match result the way it is.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: You obviously don’t know me very well. At this point I wouldn’t just accept the belt. It’s not my style.

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: I was hoping you’d feel that way, because this video footage does do one thing for me.

Johnny looks on.

LARRY GORDON: It does allow me to award you a rematch for the World Title at March Madness.

Maverick smiles, a knowing and devious smile.

LARRY GORDON: If you were under Rebel Pro contract… that is.

Maverick’s smile breaks a little and he clacks his tongue.

LARRY GORDON: if you won the title you could remain Champion. Now, the contract that you previously signed with Rebel Pro is over March 11, 2011… which is the Supershow for Rebel Pro.

Gordon looks at Maverick, who just looks back at him.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: What is the problem then?

LARRY GORDON: Well, you are getting the rematch and for the World Title, that’s no problem.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: I sense a ‘but’ here, and not the finely sculpted one I’m sitting on.

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Maverick nods.

LARRY GORDON: And we all know that I hate for a title to be vacant, it just doesn’t look good for the company’s image.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: So what you are getting at is that you want me to sign a contract for a month or so and if still champion I must keep signing.

LARRY GORDON: No, what I want is to sign you to at least a year contract so that this doesn’t look staged and acted out. So many people don’t believe this to be real, so I want to avoid any things that may look fake.

Maverick nods.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: God, I hate all this business shit.

LARRY GORDON: Relax, this won’t get too intensive. Lets get down to the business of discussing your contract then.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Lets do that then., and use the ‘B’ word a lot less.

Gordon shifts some papers, pulling out the original Johnny Maverick contract.

LARRY GORDON: Now, I can’t afford what the Pioneer Wrestling Association pays you, not at this time anyways, but here is your original contract signed a few years ago.

Gordon points to a section.

LARRY GORDON: I didn’t punish you or make you pay any breaking fee when you left the first time, you were having difficulties and I understand that. I worked with you there and I’m hoping you’ll work with me here.

Johnny looks down at the contract.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Get to it Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: You were originally signed for a year, but when you returned you signed for an additional year which runs out on March 11, 2011.

Maverick nods.

LARRY GORDON: So, I’m thinking March 11, 2012 will be another date to shoot for?

Maverick eyes the new contract placed in front of him, right beside the original.

LARRY GORDON: Before you were making …

The scene cuts back to inside the arena

BUBBA J: Come on, I want to know if he’s making more than me!

MIKEY MASSACRE: A contract signing is between those parties involved.

BUBBA J: But what if he’s making more than you?

Now we were ready for the main event of the evening as Jaice Wilds was set to defend his title against Lizatanna! in his first match as Champion and his first title defense. Lizatanna came out first of course since she was the Challenger, and Jaice emerged second; both wrestlers getting a big time pop as they are both loved in Rebel Pro. The match started off clean, with some chain wrestling, both using their speed and wrestling knowledge and expertise inside the ring to their own seperate advantage. Jaice sprang off the ropes with a roundhouse kick, but Lizatanna was able to dropkick him right between the legs to gain the first big break of the match. Lizatanna! then went for a top rope arm twist chop, but she added a bit of a flare to it by flipping off the ropes, flipping and twisting Jaice over to land on his back before she slammed the back of her hand into his chest. Jace then kipped up to his feet, but Lizatanna! was there to shoot around him and back flip off the corner into a piledriver from Jaice to give him the advantage back. The match then transitioned into a long series of high risk moves and major spots with a snapmare from Jaice sending Lizatanna! down onto a steel chair. However, it was only the start as Lizatanna! came back with a snapmare of her own, slamming Jaice into a bed of thumbtacks that somehow appeared out of a cloth bag, imagine that?!

Lizatanna! then pulled a barbed wire bunny out of her hat and proceeded to beat Jaice with it, but he was able to capture the rabbit and shove it into her face regaining control. Jaice with a handstand sent both of his feet into Liza’s now bloody face and she toppled easily over onto the concrete floor. Jaice launched hiimself off the top turnbuckle to dive with a front flip into a cross body, mainly for showing off his agility, and slammed into her sending her crashing into the announcers’ table. Jaice slapped her chest with a few back hands before she managed to hip toss him onto the table and nail him with a dozen stiff elbow strikes. It probably wasn’t really a dozen, but from my vantage point of front row right behind the announcers’ table, it looked like that as she was fists… or elbows of fury. Once the fight got back into the ring, Lizatanna! hit Jaice with a very long strand http://tadalafilonline-generic.com/ of hankerchief? She wrapped it around his neck and pulled him all around the ring with the beautifully colored cloth. However, Jaice was able to turn that against her as he wrapped some around her throat and choked her as well so now instead of a fistycuff fest or a slugfest, we have a chokefest!

Wow, what has Rebel Pro gotten to now that we have chokeoffs with hankerchiefs? Anyways the match must go on and it did with another set of counters, exchanges, and high risk moves. Jaice flipped off the top turnbuckle, but Lizatanna avoided the blow. However Jaice rolled through sprung off the middle rope and delivered a hurricanrana to Lizatanna! But she anti inflammatory and viagra managed to catch herself on the top rope, dive back into the ring and proceeded to knee Jaice in the face repeatedly before bringing him up to his feet. Lizatanna! then nailed a vicious roundhouse kick knocking Jaice out cold where she covered and got the pin to become the newest Rebel Pro Aggression Champion

I believe that is the point in which the show went off the air, but on Megavision the following showed to us in the crowd with the heading “Live on Rebel-Pro.com” as well.

The camera is focused on a door down a dark hallway.

As it zooms in we can see it is Larry Gordon’s office door.

As we get closer we see it has a sign on it that says “Meeting in progress, do not disturb”.

LARRY GORDON: Chad, just a reminder you do not have to reach a decision tonight.

CHAD KURTIS: No worries, Gordon, I feel at peace with my decision.

LARRY GORDON: So then what is your decision?

CHAD KURTIS: My choice is I still want to compete!!

LARRY GORDON: But that ain’t going to happen until my doctor clears you.

CHAD KURTIS: Yeah you made that perfectly clear so what I have decided is that I will do the training at the new Rebel training facility for you plus I will keep on providing commentary at the shows.

LARRY GORDON: buy cialis online Sounds good, Chad, so glad you are still part of the Rebel family.

CHAD KURTIS: But!!!

LARRY GORDON: But what, Chad?!

CHAD KURTIS: But I am going to keep training and I want to be checked by your doctor for clearance in 14 days.

LARRY GORDON: 14 days? Are you sure?

CHAD KURTIS: DAMN straight I am sure! And when he clears me I want back in the ring!

LARRY GORDON: IF he clears you I will love to have you back in the ring!

We hear nothing but silence as the two men shake hands and Chad turns and walks out of the office.

oh no!!!

Someone just blindsided “The Show”.

Who was that masked man?.

Scene fades out as Larry Gordon and Rebel officials check on “The Show” and the only clue of who attacked “The Show” is a stuffed chicken left behind by the attacker.

Winter Blast 2011

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall.

A small pop and a whole lot of laughter from the crowd signals that the Sith Lord himself, Darth Zwart is slowly making his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from parts unknown, standing at six feet eleven inches tall, Darth Zwart!

As Zwart and Fiore make their way to the ring Darth is distracted by a fan wearing… A Dark Helmet costume (anyone even remember Spaceballs?) Fiore brings Darth Zwart’s
attention back to the ring as “The Pink Panther” assaults our ears.

BUBBA J: I remember Spaceballs! That was an awesome movie!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Memphis Tennessee, representing The Pantheon, The Panther Scottie Snow!

Scottie getting quite a few cheers here but still getting boo’ed for being a member of The Pantheon. Scottie gets into the ring and Allan Stone calls for the bell.

CHAD KURTIS: Scottie aligned himself with The Pantheon and Rob Robinson, the reasons for the booing.

BUBBA J: Oh, I thought they were booing you because you sold out and won’t wrestle anymore. Claiming something like a heart condition.
Scottie moving slowly around the ring trying to look for an opening on the much larger Zwart. The Sith Lord however seems content on letting Snow bring the fight to him. Scottie quickly moves in with a kick to the upper thigh that Zwart barely seems to feel.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That would hurt any normal man.

BUBBA J: But Zwart is not normal.

Scottie again moves in for a quick attack but ends up taking a size twenty boot to the face for his efforts. Scottie crumples down from the force of the impact and Zwart moves for a quick cover.

One…

Tw…. Scottie kicks out.

CHAD KURTIS: Not even close there.

BUBBA J: Shut up Chad.

Zwart back on his feet, Scottie gets to his knees, only to get leveled by a high knee from the Sith Lord. Zwart pulls Snow to a vertical base; and Snow with a low blow to the big man’s force crystals! Zwart hunched over from the low blow as Scottie hits the rope with The Snow Plow! Zwart straightens himself and looks down at the much smaller Scottie Snow. Darth with the Force Slam! Scottie in serious trouble as Zwart starts climbing to the top turnbuckle. Zwart leaps off going for a top rope leg drop… Scottie rolls out of the way just in time! Snow slowly gets to his feet, Zwart gets to his a second after. Snow heads out side the ring to grab a chair but has it yanked from his hands by David Fiore. Snow turns to confront Fiore but Zwart grabs his head from over the top rope and throws him back into the ring. Snow gets dragged back to his feet… And Darth Zwart hits The Dark Side! Cover…

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

BUBBA J: That didn’t take long.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Snow put up a fight…

BUBBA J: Not really he didn’t, but nice of you to say so.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, Darth Zwart!

~REBEL PRO EXCLUSIVE~

Marvin Humperdink, the Intern from a nearby college is on camera, a microphone in his hand.

“Fans, Marvin Humperdink here with another Rebel Pro exclusive for you. Last week I recorded footage of Rebel Pro Referee Jimmy Johnson leaving the hotel room of one Marina Blue.”

Moaning can be heard from inside the room behind and off to the left of Marvin’s lanky form, the suspender wearing fool that he is.

“I’m here again this week at a Days Inn where…”

More and louder moaning coming from the room has Marvin’s ears and cheeks turning as red as his hair.

“Where it is believed that Jimmy Johnson is taking advantage of one Marina Blue. I am also here to inform you that Jimmy Johnson is the referee in charge of officiating Marina’s title defense tonight.”

A loud orgasm type scream fills the speakers.

“Will she win with her skills or will Jimmy put the odds in her favor…”

He looks at the door.

” for her favors?”

A few words are heard through the door, but we can’t make them out.

“I will be on top of this story and will inform you all as soon as more is known.”

The door begins to open as Marvin hurriedly scampers away and the scene fades to black.

~Commercial for Ian’s Hot Dogs, they are tasty and long.~

MIKEY MASSACRE: So that last match was a decent showing by Darth Zwart and Scottie Snow… poor Scottie…

BUBBA J: Bah. Sumbitch had it coming.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah… anyways, we’re looking forward to our next match, the much anticipated Tag Team Championship rematch between our current champs, the Freak Show…

BUBBA J: Yawn.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And the return challengers, Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.

BUBBA J: coughFAGScough

CHAD KURTIS: Did you just call my brothers fags?

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’re just not a tag match kinda guy, are you?

BUBBA J: You call those two gay couples tag teams? Shit, me and Jethro were a tag team. Dirty Money, Hardcore Entertainment, Casino and Cartwright, Great Alaskan Ninjas, those were tag teams. These chumps? They’re a waste of airtime.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But probably a great reason to down a few cans of beer, right?

BUBBA J: You’re really starting to get me, Mike. Bout damn time, too.

CHAD KURTIS: So, are you admitting to calling my brothers fags?

BUBBA J: Sure damn am, now Chad shut up and take a nap, sure you need your rest… the weakling that you are.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Match, and it is for the REBEL Pro Tag Team Championships! Introducing first!

Some Meatloaf plays on the PA, the fans roaring as they welcome the #1 Contenders. J-Kurt and Matthew Kurtis walk out of the curtains, taking in the cheers from the crowd. They make their way to the ring, Matthew carrying a light tube as Jenny introduces them.

JENNY JERSEY: They are former REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, weighing in at a total combined weight of 535 pounds! They are the Bluegrass BadAss Matthew Kurtis and J-Kurt… BlueGrass Mafia 2.0!!

Matthew slides into the ring, a tightened grip on the light tube. J-Kurt signs a bald man on the forehead, rubbing it as he then starts kissing on some hot redhead. He slides into the ring, his demeanor starts to sink as their music dies, awaiting their opponents.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, their opponents!

“The Oddities” Plays over the PA, the fans a mix of jeers and roaring approval as the Freak Show enter the arena. They play to the crowd, holding their titles high as they each stare at the ring. Shut Down points to the ring, turning to the Freak. Freak starts down the ramp, passing out “BlueGas” t-shirts as Shut Down disperses “J-Bert” and “Big Cheese Matthew Kurtis” posters. They continue to pass around their gifts as they make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: They are the current REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, weighing in at a combined 500 pounds, they are the Freak and Shut Down, THE FREAK SHOW!!

The Freak Show slides into the ring, a brawl ensuing. As the four men do battle, Shut Down leaps up to knock J-Kurt over, while Matthew Kurtis gets an early shot in as he breaks his light tube over Freak’s head. Freak stumbles a bit, but shakes it off and shows a sinister grin as he turns back to Matthew, spitting in his face. Matthew swings a right hand, but Freak ducks under and launches up with a fierce throat thrust. Matthew drops as Shut Down launches J-Kurt with a belly-to-belly, the BGM 2.0 landing side-by side. The Freak slides out of the ring, quickly reaching under the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, this is going to get messy.

BUBBA J: The word you’re looking for, Mikey, is FUN. This is going to be FUN.

CHAD KURTIS: I’ve got money on BGM 2.0, Matthew and J-kurt really want those belts back.

BUBBA J: Didn’t I tell you to shut up Chad? You need your rest.

Freak pulls a trash can o’ goodies from under the apron, tossing it into the ring. Matthew and J-Kurt pull themselves up, cautious to what Shut Down is now pulling out of the can. J-Kurt rushes Shut Down, who is taken by surprise and drops his singapore cane as J-Kurt lays in on him with lefts and rights. Matthew turns in time to run right into Freak, who holds a cheese grater. Matthew throws a boot, but Freak ducks under and slams the grater into the back of Matthew’s head. Matthew stumbles forward, Freak nailing a chop block that throws Matthew to the mat. He pounces on the Bluegrass Badass, smacking the grater repeatedly of the back of Matt’s head. Meanwhile, J-Kurt has broken a vase over Shut Down’s head, kicking the Freak Show member out of the ring. He turns, noticing Freak’s relentless assault on Matthew. J-Kurt looks to the trash can, grabbing a shining item and running up behind Freak. He taps Freak’s shoulder, drawing his attention- STAPLE TO THE FOREHEAD!! Freak falls back in shock, J-Kurt launching more staples into his back and shoulders. Matt starts to his feet, the blood from the back of his head dripping down to his face. He brushes it aside, looking to J-Kurt and Freak. He surveys the ring, noticing Shut Down entering with a bag in hand. Matthew charges up, Shut Down grabbing the bottom of the bag and flinging its contents in Matt’s direction. Thumbtacks scatter around the ring, a few scratching across Matthew’s face. Matthew charges through, nailing

Shut Down with a vicious clothesline that flips him around, onto a small cluster of the tacks. Matthew looks to J-Kurt, who is standing tall with the staple gun. He motions to the smaller Kurtis, J-Kurt looking to Shut Down with a sick grin. He walks over, Matthew nodding as he starts towards Freak. J-Kurt puts the staple gun to Shut Down’s nose, pulling the trigger- but Shut Down launches a fist to J-Kurt’s nose, causing the Mafian to stumble backwards. Shut Down starts to one knee as J-Kurt bumps into Matthew, the BGM turning to each other. Freak and Shut Down get to their feet, both men charging up from behind. J-Kurt and Matthew charge past each other, but are met with matching green and red sprays to the face. The BGM stumble back, bumping into each other again. The spray still blinds each of them, as Matthew swings with an elbow, nailing J-Kurt. J-Kurt falls, but launches a low blow to Matthew, the bigger Kurtis dropping to his knees. J-Kurt crawls to the nearest ropes, wiping the spray from his eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And just as the Bluegrass Mafia looked to have things settled, the Freak Show turns things around by blinding both of them and causing them to attack each other.

BUBBA J: Stroke of genious, ain’t it? I mean, just when I thought these four were overly public homo’s, Freak Show prove that they might have half a brain in their heads…

CHAD KURTIS: Matthew and Jonothan know what they are doing.

BUBBA J: It doesn’t look like it to me.

Freak and Shut Down head back for the trash can, surveying its contents. A hammer, some DVD’s, a Johnny Maverick action figure, some empty beer cans. Freak picks up the hammer as Shut Down heads out of the ring, looking under the apron. He shuffles through a few things as Freak walks over to Matt, raising the hammer above his head. Just as he starts to swing it downwards, J-Kurt charges up with a boot to the head. Freak falls over, dropping the hammer. J-Kurt quickly follows up, wrapping his arms around Freak’s waist and lifting him into a belly-to-belly- RIGHT ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!! J-Kurt looks to Matt, helping his brother to his feet… only for Shut Down to nail both men from behind with a shovel. Both men go to one knee, Shut Down launching the shovel into J-Kurt’s back. J-Kurt reels, falling chest-down into the mat, as Shut Down turns to Matthew. Matt throws a jab to Shut Down’s gut, SD dropping the shovel. Matthew starts to his feet, throwing a hook into Shut Down’s chin. Shut Down drops, Matt throwing a boot to the side of Shut Down’s head. Matt makes the cover, Alan Stone sliding in for the count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: First pin attempt!

One!

Two!

THREe… no!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Freak grabbing Matthew’s foot from the outside, dragging him off his partner…

BUBBA J: OH BILLY! Did you see that? Freak just blasted Matt with a fire extinguisher!! Sickly sumbitch!

CHAD KURTIS: Come on bros!

Freak looses the hose from its holster, aiming it at Matthew’s face. As Matt starts to his feet, Freak lets go with a blast from the extinguisher, causing Matt to retreat back to the mat. Freak tosses the extinguisher aside, sliding under the ring again. In the ring, J-Kurt is on one knee, eyeing Shut Down. Shut Down stumbles as he grabs his shovel, surveying the ring for his opponents. He sees J-Kurt running up, and swings the shovel. J-Kurt jumps, nailing a dropkick that sends the shovel into Shut Down’s face. Shut Down drops, and J-Kurt rushes into the cover.

One!

Two!

THREEeee… no! Shut Down barely manages a shoulder up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Freak Show is resilient in their fight to keep the Tag Team Championships, continuing to shut down the Bluegrass Mafia at every turn.

BUBBA J: I still think it’s a battle to determine the best of the worst. Hell, that new Chex Mix Chix team is probably better off with those titles than either of these idiots.

CHAD KURTIS: And exactly how many Rebel Pro Tag Team titles did you ever hold Bubba J?

BUBBA J: I’m pretty sure that I told you to shut up, but in case I didn’t… shut up.

CHAD KURTIS: The Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 is a resilient team and capable of coming back at every blocked turn.

J-Kurt is on his knees, pleading with Alan Stone. Stone shakes his head, confirming a two count as J-Kurt tries to regroup. He stands, looking to the trash can as he comes up with a plan. He picks up the can, dumping its contents and walks over to Shut Down, stalking his opponent. Shut Down starts to his feet, unaware of J-Kurt’s presence a few inches behind him…

BUBBA J: Haha… lookie.

From nowhere, Freak jumps up behind and nails J-Kurt across the back with a length of barbed wire. J-Kurt drops the trash can, reeling from the shot as Freak pulls back, the barbs ripping J-Kurt’s back apart. Freak whips J-Kurt again, and again, and yet again. J-Kurt falls to the mat, blood gushing from his back. Freak checks on Shut Down, who motions to Freak that he’s cool. Freak gives Shut Down the barbed wire, directing his partner to use it on J-Kurt. Freak then exits the ring, grabbing a table from under the apron. He sets it up on the outside, reaching back under for another object… a set of chairs? He places the chairs on the table, setting them up beside each other atop the table, setting them up to face back-to-back a couple feet apart. He then searches under the ring for another object, unable to find it at first. In the ring, J-Kurt is all but unconcious as Shut Down locks in a crossface, aided by the barbed wire. J-Kurt is moments from tapping out, but Matthew jumps in with a kick to the back of the head. Matt picks up Shut Down, hitting a nasty spinebuster into a pile of thumbtacks. He reaches down, checking on J-Kurt, who is barely moving. Matt shakes his head, reaching for the nearest object- the trash can. He picks it up, stalking towards Shut Down. He slams the trash can onto Shut Down, driving it into Shut Down’s head repeatedly. Freak climbs into the ring behind him, grinning from ear to ear as he holds a book of matches high above his head.

BUBBA J: The hell??

MIKEY MASSACRE: He just set up a glass panel on top of chairs… and set that up on top of a table… and now he’s got matches?!?!

CHAD KURTIS: J-Kurt may be out cold and The Freak wants to burn him?

BUBBA J: Don’t act like you are going to do anything about it, cause we all know that you’ll run scared.

Freak grabs a match from the book, lighting it up. He watches as Matthew picks Shut Down off the mat, pulling him into a BLUEGRASS BOMB INTO THE THUMBTACKS!! Freak drops the match… LIGHTING HIMSELF ON FIRE!! Matthew looks down at Shut Down… but is spun around to face an inferno!! Freak throws a few jabs, whipping Matt into the ropes. he follows after, looking for a clothesline… but Matt reverses! Freak goes over the rope, but keeps hold of the top rope as his feet find balance on the apron. Matt turns… NUTCHECK!! Matt doubles over, The Freak locking in a side headlock, lifting Matthew up for a suplex…

MIKEY MASSACRE: OH MY GOD!!

BUBBA J: FUCK YEAH!!!

CHAD KURTIS: I’ve even got to admit… how did he manage to lift Matthew up?

Freak suplexes Matt Kurtis through the glass plate, through the table, the chairs folding in over him. Matt lies motionless and crumpled in a pile of broken glass and wood, the chairs bent over him like a cage, as Freak slowly shakes off the move. Shut Down starts to move in the ring, as does J-Kurt. J-Kurt uses what’s left of his energy to charge into the ropes, flying off into a cross-body on Shut Down… who catches him in mid-air!! On the shoulders! Shut Down checks the ring… SHAKE MACHINE INTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!

BUBBA J: It’s over, man!! Butt Kuntis just got plowed through a glass panel and a table, and J-Kunt just went face-first into thumbtacks…

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Freak Show just made the Bluegrass Mafia into shish kabobs!

CHAD KURTIS: Having been inside the ring with Freak, he is a very formidable opponent.

Freak enters the ring, having been put out, and watches in excitement as Shut Down makes the pin.

One!!!

Two!!!

Three!!!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners and STIIIIIILL REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, The Freak and Shut Down- THE FREEEEEEEEAAAAAAK SHOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!

BUBBA J: What a great show! These guys brought violence back to REBEL Pro!

MIKEY MASSACRE: So you’re warming up to the Freak Show now??

BUBBA J: Hey, anyone who can give AND take that kind of punishment in a real REBEL match is okay in my book. Besides, they beat up on Kurtises, ah what fun that must be.

MIKEY MASSACRE: BGM just went through that match, too. Are they growing on you as well?

BUBBA J: Do I look like a flaming retard with a lisp?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Uh…

CHAD KURTIS: Yeah, you do sort of resemble said image.

~Commercial for Kent’s Condoms, they don’t always work just check out how many Kurtises they are.~

Back from commercial break…

Marina is standing outside the ring looking in, she appears to be waiting on the Challenger to start the match outside instead of in the ring.

Chad Kurtis: With this being a Rebel Pro match, it doesn’t have to begin inside the ring and it appears that Marina is waiting to begin outside.

Bubba J: And the Xtremist obliges with a diving headbutt through the ropes that connects with Blue, but also got a piece of her chair.

DING DING

The two lock up outside the ring exchanging rights and lefts right beside the ring steps. Blue grabs her oppurtunity to take control of the match, when Wilds bent down to get the chair, by hitting Jaice with a hard elbow to the back of Jaice’s head.

Mikey Massacre: And just like that Blue has control of the match.

Bubba J: But for how long?

Chad Kurtis: For as long as she does.

Blue backs Wilds up against the ring post and backs up for a spear. Blue misses and her shoulder goes into the post.

Mikey Massacre: For just a short time.

Bubba J: Indeed, the life of the party didn’t last more than 30 seconds. Blue will have to watch out and play it smart to beat her Challenger.

Chad Kurtis: With any title on the line, both will be putting it all on the out.

Jaice picks up Blue and dumps her unceremonyously onto the steel ring steps. The Xtremist gets up onto the apron and runs diving with a sort of corkscrew cross body block onto the body of Marina Blue. The move lands successfully, but to a huge cost of Jaice who after hitting the move flips over and lands on the steel chair. Both wrestlers get up and slowly begin to trade punches, before the spirit of the fight is renewed and they are trading them more and more furiously.

Mikey Massacre: Look at those two trade those hard blows like they are nothing.

Bubba J: More than what Chad would do, he’d probably play slap and tickle.

Blue kicks Jaice in the gut doubling him over. Blue grabs Jaice in a bulldog and rams his head into the guardrail before completing the bulldog on the fallen guardrail. The fans scatter in all directions as Blue picks up another section of the metal guardrail and slams it down on the back of Jaice. Blue looks around and stands up on a chair holding the section of guardrail over her head before moonsaulting onto The Xtremist with the metal guardrail between her and the body of Wilds.

“Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”

Bubba J: Damn what a freaking move, did you see that?

Mikey Massacre: What athleticism.

Bubba J: She shows even more in her videos.

On Megavision, the video of that move pops back up, before going away to follow the action live.

Chad Kurtis: Those rails are to protect the fans, not for weapons.

Bubba J: Yeah, but in a Rebel Pro match, anything and everything, it seems, goes.

The two fight up the few steps at the arena and along a few of the rows, right in front of the fans before continuing their journey up the steps and into the general area of the arena. The Xtremist is getting the worst of the action from Blue and looks to be extremely dazed from all the blows.

Mikey Massacre: The Xtremist doesn’t seem to have fully recovered from landing on that chair and guardrail attack.

Chad Kurtis: It’d be hard to, not sure if anyone besides myself could have.

Many fans are standing ordering something to drink or eat when the two wrestlers crash through the opening from the arena, they all scatter and give the two room to brawl. Blue picks up Wilds for a body slam right onto the counter at the concession stand. Blue walks and picks up another steel chair and sets it down in the sitting position. Blue motions for the fans to move and they oblige, giving her plenty of room. Blue runs hitting the chair and using it as a jumping board right onto Jaice. At the last possible instant Wilds rolls off the counter and Blue hits nothing but counter with her midsection.

Bubba J: The crowd at the concession stand is getting a front row view of this action.

Mikey Massacre: They sure are, and Blue got a front row view of that counter, that had to hurt.

Chad Kurtis: They do hurt, me having hit them many times; there is no way to prepare for something like that.

Blue rolls off the counter and is winded, she is grabbing her ribs and breathing hard.

Chad Kurtis: It looks like Marina has hurt herself with that miss, but to be expected after match last week.

Bubba J: Good job, Captain Obvious

Jaice picks up a cash register from the counter and walks over behind Blue before bringing it down on her head.

Bubba J: What a smart move, knock her out with hard cash!

Jaice picks up the cash register for another blow and lands it right on the injured section of ribs. Jaice begins kicking and stomping away at Marina’s ribs, unrelenting even when he hears Blue scream in pain. Wilds picks up Blue and rams her head repeatedly into the counter top.

Mikey Massacre: Blue is busted open and losing blood by the gallon.

Bubba J: If she was losing it by the gallon, she’d be dead in seconds.

The Xtremeist picks Blue up in a gorilla press and drops her onto the counter injured rib side first. He then goes and grabs the chair and wails away at the other side of Blue’s body.

Chad Kurtis: Blue having to defend her title even after a match like last week.

Mikey Massacre: A champion must defend when called upon, its the bane of a Champion’s existence.

Blue pokes Jaice in the eyes. Jaice stumbles back and Blue jumps off nailing a hurricanrana, which causes the bottom of Jaice’s back to strike the counter top on the sharp edge. Blue walks over to the discarded cash register and picks it up for a blow to Jaice’s head. Blue jumps up to add more leverage to the blow and the cash register connects with Jaice’s face.

Chad Kurtis: Blue busts Jaice open, trying to even up the field a bit here.

Mikey Massacre: That’ll be ahrd seeing as Marina was in a big time hurtfest last week.

Bubba J: I need a damn beer.

Blue stomps away at Jaice’s throat, before turning him over and giving a few stomps to the lunbar region of his back. Wilds tries to get up but is unsuccessful as Blue begins to stomp away at the lower back again. Blue picks up Jaice and connects with a piledriver onto the concrete, busting him open even further. Blue throws Jaice into a concrete wall and he bounces back right into a belly to back suplex causing him to once again hit the concrete floor, this time with the front of his body. Blue once again stomps away on his lower back.

Chad Kurtis: It looks like we might not have a new champion in the near future.

Mikey Massacre: Don’t count out The Xtremist, just yet.

Blue picks up Jaice by the head preparing for a move when from nowhere he headbutts Blue in between the legs.

Bubba J: Not as bad as it would hurt a guy, but let’s ask Chad how that feels as he has no nuts.

Chad Kurtis: You know, I’m getting tired of…

Bubba J: Well then stop running away like a bitch.

Mikey Massacre: Guys… the match!

Jaice is now in firm control and takes advantage of the situation by hitting Blue with a steel chair. He drags Blue down the hallway occasionally ramming her head into the concrete wall. Jaice is looking for something, but he makes sure that Blue can’t get control again until he has finished what he wants to do. The wrestlers can be followed easily enough by the trail of blood, but the camera crew doesn’t need that to follow them as they are right on top of the action.

Mikey Massacre: What is he doing?

Chad Kurtis: I’m not sure, but I bet we’ll know it when he finds it.

Jaice stops and whips Blue right into a garage loading door.

Bubba J: He found what he was looking for.

Jaice throws Blue physically into the door which buckles where Blue hit, leaving a bloody smear. Wilds jumps on top of Blue and wails away with rights and lefts onto the face of Marina. The fans from the concession stand have wondered down to where the action is, but security guards have kept them back at a distance. Jaice gets Blue to her feet and kicks her in the stomach then hoists her up and delivers a powerbomb onto the concrete floor. Beside the door is a smaller door that leads to outside and the parking lot. Jaice seems to have been looking for that instead of the garage door. He grabs Blue and they head outside. Before taking the full action outside, Wilds takes time to slam Blue’s head with the closing door. Blood is everywhere, they are now fighting outside.

Chad Kurtis: Unless specified, t his match must end inside the ring!

Bubba J: No shit Sherlock. Geeze, are you as stupid as you are scared?

Mikey Massacre: This has been a hell of a match, a hell of a match indeed.

The action is now in the parking lot. Jaice charges Blue, but Blue has the presence of mind and performs a back body drop onto the pavement. Blue now has the advantage and picks up Wilds and delivers another body slam. Blue isn’t through punishing his back as he delivers a back to belly suplex, belly to belly suplex, hurricanrana, and a variation of other back punishing moves to her challenger. She carries Jaice over to the cars and begins slamming his head over and over again into the car’s fender.

Bubba J: They’d better stay away from my truck, that’s all I got to say.

Mikey Massacre: And my car.

Chad Kurtis: Who cares about your vehicles when a match like this is taking place?

Bubba J: I do.

Mikey Massacre: Me too.

Jaice isn’t through yet though and they are once again trading blows, both rights and lefts.

Bubba J: The wrestlers have destroyed this arena’s property, the concession stand, and now some fan’s vehicle, what is next?

Chad Kurtis: That move right there.

~Megavision~

Jaice had gotten on the hood of the car and powerbombed Blue through the windshield.

CROWD: Damn!

Mikey Massacre: This match looks like the only pin attempt is going to be the one that gets the win.
and that will be it.”

Chad Kurtis: It only takes one to get the job done.

Jaice can’t pin Blue while she is in the cabin of the car, so he pulled her out and Blue’s back is bloody and has pieces of glass in it. Jaice kicks Blue in the stomach and powerbombs her for good measure onto the pavement beside the car.

Chad Kurtis: How much longer can Blue keep going, especially after that match last week?

Bubba J: If you weren’t too sissy to pass out in a match, you might find out.

Mikey Massacre: Can you two get along at all?

CHAD and BUBBA J: Nope!

Wilds climbs onto the roof of the car and dives connecting with an elbow right to Blue’s face. Jaice lifts Marina up, dragging her up onto his shoulders as he walks back into the arena.

Bubba J: Here they come through the curtain… Well in a few minutes they will

Marina whips Jaice through the curtain, stumbling behind him. Jaice spins around with a spinning heel kick, Marina ducks under kicking a field goal right between his legs.

Bubba J: And its…. GOOD!

Mikey Massacre: Bet it hurts him more than her.

Chad Kurtis: Definitely.

Marina drags Jaice down to the ring, rolling him in under the bottom rope before pushing a ladder in after him. Marina crawls in afterwards, bringing a steel chair with her.

Bubba J: Marina going to set up for the Dirt Pipe Milkshake from the top of the ladder!

Indeed Marina is setting up the ladder, carrying the chair up with her. Jaice begins to stir and Marina is finally set. Marina lifts the chair into position, but Jaice pushes the ladder over!

Marina’s throat comes down on the top rope, jerking her backwards into the ring where Jaice twists her around, bringing her throat down across his shoulder in a stunner!

Chad Kurtis: Marina’s neck may be broken!

Mikey Massacre: My GAWD!

Bubba J: Guess ther’ll be no Deep Throat 9.

Jaice sets up the ladder, climbing up and delivering… Aerial Ace!

One!

A bit of a pause here as Jimmy Johnson keeps the check on Marian.

Two!

Another few seconds pause, it appears Jimmy isn’t counting like he should, concern on his face.

Three!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Xtremist Jaice Wilds!

Bubba J: Holy Shit what a match, new champion, and blood everywhere! Damn I’ve got a har…

Mikey Massacre: hard time believing that both are still alive.

Chad Kurtis: I think I’m gonna be sick.

Jaice drops down beside Marina, as Jimmy Johnson does the same, both worrying about her. Marina opens her eyes and smiles, knowing she has lost the match, but she gives a thumbs up and indicates that she’ll be just fine when she has healed.

Bubba J: Thank goodness, there will be a Deep Throat 9.

Mikey Massacre: Marina is ok, but she will be sent to the hospital for furhter evaluations.

~Commercial for Jacob’s Something or another, as soon as I find out what it is, I’ll try and sale it.~

“I’m Da Shit” booms into life, but not from the speakers of the arena, but instead from the trunk and inside of a 2010 Toyota Camry. The car is decked out with 20 inch gold rims, gold trim, and the bass is pumping to get the crowd behind them. As the car stops right at the ring, it begins to pump up and down on its hydraulic suspension kit.

Jenny Jersey: From Charlotte, North Carolina; they weigh in at a total combined weight of five hundred and sixty-five pounds… BG and TJ Robinson… BIG BO$$ RIDER$!

The crowd give them a cheer since they’re from Charlotte. The car is removed slowly as TJ and BG get inside the ring.

Bubba J: I hate rap music.

Chad Kurtis: And I’m sure the feeling is mutual.

Mikey Massacre: It doesn’t really bother me.

Bubba J: I like stuff like Southern Rock, country, and the only thing I can stand about this jerk beside me is his entrance music… Kid Rock is awesome!

Chad Kurtis: Yeah, perhaps the only thing we shall ever agree on.

“Higher” by Creed hits up in the speakers of the building, but it is quickly drowned out by a loud rumbling engine. Smoke boils into the arena from the back as a beat up 1970 something Cadallac pulls into the arena. The car is dragging its one muffler… nope, it just fell off. The windows are cracked, well the front one is and the other five are just missing except for where the Tex Mex Express have tried to put plastic wrap over the holes. The muffler coughs… coughs… coughs… and belches one loud blast along with a cloud of smoke before dying right at ringside. El Gato and Jesse James Hank Williams get out of the vehicle, much to the laughter of the crowd before waving to them.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the team of Jesse James Hank Williams and his partner El Gato… they weigh in at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty pounds… TEX MEX EXPRESS!

They step up onto the ring apron and into the ring.

Bubba J: My kind of car.

Chad Kurtis: Broke down?

Mikey Massacre: A rolling wreck?

Bubba J: Nope… paid for.

DING DING

Collar and elbow between El Gato and TJ, Gato backing TJ up into the corner, while BG nails JJHW with a flying roundhouse kick right into his jaws sending him against the ropes. TJ with a knee into Gato’s ribs doubles hiim over but an uppercut stands him right back up. TJ with a flying clothesline takes JJHW over to the outside. TJ launches himself over the top rope to the outside with a dive over the top rope sending JJHW into the railing with his shoulder. TJ gets up, playing to the crowd for a minute, but JJHW nails him right in the groin with a fist and TJ is holding his junk in huge amounts of pain. Back inside the ring.

Bubba J: That is going to hurt when he tries to piss.

Mikey Massacre: Undoubtedly.

Gato backs BG up with a flurry of rights and lefts, throwing a knife edge chop in there for good measure until he is the one in the corner. Gato climbs him in the corner, jumping to his shoulders, flipping him out of the corner with a hurricanrana.

Bubba J: What a move for Gay-too

Mikey Massacre: That is Gato.

Bubba J: I know, right?!

Gato with an whip sends BG into the ropes, he follows after with a hand stand into a double foot into the face sending BG over the top rope to the outside. Gato gets a head of steam up, sending himself over with a plancha!

CHAIR TO THE FACE!

Mikey Massacre: What a shot from BG there!

Bubba J: Nearly took that mexican’s face right off!

Gato lands hard, holding at what is perhaps a broken nose, either way it is dripping blood out of his mask. BG lifts him up, whipping him into the railing and pounding his face into the railing like he’s mashing potatoes for supper. On the other side of the ring TJ has JJHW up onto his shoulders, FU… I mean Attitu..

Bubba J: Fuck U from TJ there!

Mikey Massacre: Don’t you mean Attitude Adjustment?

Bubba J: No, I mean Fuck U and if you correct me again then I’m gonna kick Chad right in the balls.

Chad Kurtis: If you only had a set to back up your words with.

TJ pulls JJHW’s head up, dropping him throat first across the railing before whipping him back first into the railing. JJHW’s back slams heavily into the apron, him stumbling forward, but TJ is there with a knee strike right into his face spinning JJHW around. TJ up onto the apron, running off and landing with a Lou Thesz Press and pounding away with fists, elbows, and finishing off with a headbutt right into the nose. JJHW rolls him over, the nose shot awakening the beast within. TJ fights back with a few fists, but JJHW is a man on a mission, that is opposed to Men on A Mission which is completely unrelated and probably wasted my time writing that as no one remembers who Men on A Mission is.

Bubba J: I do.

Mikey Massacre: You do what?

Bubba J: I don’t know.

Chad Kurtis: I hear that a lot from you.

Bubba J: Shut your face or I’ll shut it for ya.

TJ rolls JJHW back over, but JJHW is not to be denied as he lifts them both up with a bear hug, ramming TJ’s back into the steel post. On the other side of the ring BG delivers a piledriver onto a steel chair, taking his portion of the Tex Mex Express fully in control. BG pulls Gato back up, rolling him over onto the table.

Bubba J: Ok Chad, time for you to run scared like you’ve done most of your career.

Chad Kurtis: You know, I’ve had about as much of you as I can stand.

Bubba J: Well, you’ll have to stand to run like the wimpy chicken that you are.

Mikey Massacre: I think there is enough fighting here in the match and we don’t… you two don’t have to add to it.

Bubba J: Don’t worry, Chad doesn’t fight, chickens only run.

BG with an elbow puts Gato in place and BG climbs to the top turnbuckle for a move to put the hardcore highflyer down for good. BG dives with a crossbody, Gato moves out of the way allowing BG to crash through the table.

Bubba J: Look, Chad actually stayed in place, proud… no I ain’t proud of you cause you let me down Chicken boy.

Gato climbs up to his feet, blood dripping from under his mask as he lifts BG up to a kneeling position in the wreckage of what was the table. Gato with a knee to the side of his face before spinning around just to deliver another knee to the side of his skull. Gato is on a roll with a set of karate kicks to the skull before leaping over, twisting, and driving the back of BG’s skull into the concrete. Gato rolls BG up to his feet, face pound into the railing before shoving him backwards from the fans. Gato up onto the top of the railing, leaping out with a roundhouse kick right to the skull spinning BG around and causing him to kiss the steel post hard. Gato rolls forward and up slamming his elbow into the back of BG’s skull causing him to smack the post a second time. Gato looks over to where JJHW is taking care of business. Gato yells something out and JJHW looks and nods. JJHW pulls a barbed wire baseball bat from under the ring and holds it up for a fan to light on fire!

Mikey Massacre: And there is fire!

Bubba J: Gonna run Chad?

Chad Kurtis: How do you put up with him?

Mikey Massacre: The check helps a lot.

Chad Kurtis: It’d have to.

JJHW swings the bat, slamming it heavily into TJ’s chest, causing blood to flow immediately. TJ is on fire, but JJHW only laughs at him as he slams the bat harder into his flesh, ripping him more and more with each and every blow.

Bubba J: I love the sight of someone’s blood, it excites me.

Chad Kurtis: And that is scary, how did you manage to get a job announcing for Rebel Pro?

Bubba J: You could say I know the Owner, you know the guy that runs this place.

Mikey Massacre: Are you guys really tight?

Bubba J: Pretty much one in the same.

TJ with a shot into JJHW’s junk causes him to drop the lit bat, but TJ picks it up quickly slamming it into JJHW’s junk. JJHW holds himself in pain, but TJ isn’t finished as he golfs the bat right into his face knocking him back against the railing. Gato runs along the apron, heading for his partner. Gato leaps up to the top rope, running along ther and launching himself off with a suicide run and dive, but TJ turns just in time.

FIREY BARBED WIRE BAT TO THE GUT!

Gato doubles over as TJ’s twin comes over, limping and holding at his bloody face.

Bubba J: I don’t get the twin appeal, they look nothing alike.

Mikey Massacre: Could be because BG’s face is covered in blood, while the other’s isn’t.

Chad Kurtis: I’d say that is the difference right now.

Bubba J: But how do you know which is really which?

Mikey Massacre: The same way you know which one is the real one of the two when you get drunk.

Bubba J: You only see two?

BG lifts Gato up, tossing him into the ring before sliding a table in afterwards. TJ lifts a couple of chairs up and tosses them in as well. TJ sets up the tables and chairs, the chairs on top of the table in sort of a pyramid of hardcoreness. BG, bleeding, lifts Gato into powerbomb position on the top turnbuckle and launches himself and Gato off! JJHW shoves TJ from behind, allowing him to absorb the impact as Gato lands on the chairs, driving them as well as his weight on top of TJ, who goes through the table with everyone on top of him, except for JJHW!

Bubba J: What a mess.

Chad Kurtis: And there’s a pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Gato kicks out.

Mikey Massacre: Gato kicks out, but just barely.

Gato has his hands down his pants, trying to grab something…

JJHW lifts TJ up from the wreckage, tossing him over the top, but he grabs a hand full of JJHW hair! JJHW goes over the top as well, TJ somehow turning the desperation move into a facebuster on the concrete!

Bubba J: That… is gonna leave a mark.

Chad Kurtis: A spot of blood on this nice clean floor?

Mikey Massacre: It looks like its been cleaned by a blind man.

Bubba J: You could say that.

BG lifts Gato up again, into a fireman’s carry, looking to toss him around onto the debris and steel chairs. Gato wraps something around BG’s neck!

Chad Kurtis: Gato wraps a wire around BG’s throat!

Mikey Massacre: He’s choking him out!

Bubba J: Brilliant!

BG tries to remove the wire, but… but… he’s falling. Outside the ring TJ has no idea as he’s barely moving, the final desperation move taking all he had left. BG falls, it is a wire assisted Triangle choke!

El Gato rolls into a pin!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… El Gato and Jesse James Hank Williams… Tex Mex Express!

The crowd jump up, well somewhat, as they are still figuring out this very unusual tag team.

“Come and see the greatest show…”

The crowd now definitely jump up, they love… I mean absolutely love the carnage that the following team brings to their matches…

Bubba J: Here comes The Freak and tiny… I mean Shut Down.

The Freak and Shut Down step into the arena from the back and immediately head down to the ring, holding their Tag Team Titles over t heir shoulders, the same belts they defended successfully earlier tonight. Freak is wearing a couple of bandages and Shut Down is well as big as the day is long. Both men step into the ring and receive the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

FREAK: Well… congratulations.

Both men shake the hands of Tex Mex Express.

FREAK: Nice to know that you can beat nobodies.

Shut Down and Freak watch as BG and TJ Robinson glare up at them and walk to the back, having lost their first match in Rebel Pro but knowing that they will be coming back for more.

FREAK: We came out here to offer you a Tag Team Title shot, to see what you got.

SHUT DOWN: All you have to do is shake our hands and the deal is done.

JJHW and El Gato reach out and the four men shake hands, nothing more.

Chad Kurtis: Good to see that nothing else is gonna happ…. what the?

Bubba J: Kick their ass!

Shut Down with a big double handed chokeslam sends Jesse James Hank Williams over the top and onto the cement floor again tonight, he’s got to be sore from that. Freak with a nut shot on El Gato doubles him over and Shut Down delivers a big boot to the top of his skull. Freak dashes out of the ring, sliding in a table and sets it up as Shut Down wraps it in barbed wire. Freak soaks the wood in lighter fluid and strikes a match… setting the table on fire. Freak then soaks himself on fire before climbing to the top of the turnbuckle and diving off with a flip and a leg drop across Gato’s throat as Shut Down powerbombs him through the flaming table. Freak rolls up to his feet, does a bit of a dance before dropping down to just beat the hell out of Gato in the flames of the wreckage.

Bubba J: He’s kicking … well… beating some ass.

Mikey Massacre: The match is set now, but Freak Show softening the challengers up here.

Chad Kurtis: And you call me chicken?

Bubba J: Yes I do, this is a tactical decision of softening up your challenger to keep your titles.

Freak gets up, putting himself out as him and Shut Down laugh as they leave the ring, leaving El Gato in the burning remnants of the table.

~Commercial for Brion’s Jock Straps, we’ll hold you all day and night.~

JENNY JERSEY: This match is your main event for Winter Blast 2011 and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!!

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits the PA!!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds…..’The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick steps out from the back and gets a surprisingly big pop from the crowd!! He makes his way down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

‘Anthem For The Underdog’ by 12 Stones pounds the PA and the booing begins!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from British Columbia, Canada and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the reigning and defending REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….’The Falcon’ Jacob Venar!!!

Jacob steps out from the back, the World Title draped over his shoulder. He smiles as he looks out over the hostile crowd and makes his way down to the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is gonna be one hell of a fight!

BUBBA J: It’s about time that Jacob defended that title….Little coward.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow I smell sour grapes! Anyway Jacob has…..Oh hang on!!!

CHAD KURTIS: And here we go already with some action!

The camera quickly pans to the aisle way and we see that Jacob has been bum rushed by Maverick!!!

BUBBA J: Woo hoo!! It’s on baby!!

CHAD KURTIS: So how many times have you successfully defended the Rebel Pro World Title Bubba J?

BUBBA J: Chad, will you just shut the fuck up?

Maverick and Jacob are trading lefts and rights, neither man willing to give up an inch!
Jacob rakes the face of Maverick.
Jacob grabs Maverick and whips him back first into the guardrail!
The Champ rushes in and Maverick backdrops him into the crowd!
Maverick climbs over the railing and again the two men engage in a fierce slugfest! Fans scatter and security does its best to keep people out of the melee!
Maverick takes it to the floor with a double leg takedown! Maverick in the mount position and throwing elbows at the temple of the champ who is trying to cover up.
Jacob manages to shove the challenger off and tries to scramble to his feet.
Maverick grabs a chair, rolls to his feet and cracks Jacob across the back with the chair! Jacob staggers through the crowd with Maverick hot on his heels.
Another chair shot! This one to the skull of the World champ! Jacob slumps up against the guard rail.
Maverick rushes in, but Jacob gets a boot up and kicks the chair back into the face of the challenger! Jacob rips the chair away from Maverick and drives it into the ribs of the challenger! It’s quickly followed up with a brutal shot across the back and Maverick drops to all fours!
Jacob tosses the mangled chair away, pulls Maverick to his feet and hurls him over the railing to the ringside area!
Jacob climbs over the railing, grabs Maverick and rolls him into the ring and follows him inside.
Referee Alan Stone is now able to call for the bell and this title match is now official!

BUBBA J: Good the match is over.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well actually it’s just officially started.

BUBBA J: Eh.

CHAD KURTIS: This one is already shaping up to be a intense battle.

Jacob pulls Maverick to his feet and shoots him into the ropes.
A clothesline from the champ drops Maverick like a brick.
Jacob hits the ropes and drops a legdrop across the face of Maverick.
Maverick is pulled to his feet and whipped into the corner.
It’s reversed!
It’s reversed again but Jacob counters by hitting a whisper in the wind!
Jacob sets himself as Maverick pulls himself to his feet.
Spear!
Leapfrog by Maverick and Jacob eats a turnbuckle!
Jacob staggers back from the turnbuckle and Maverick takes him up and over with a release German suplex!
Maverick is quickly on him as he yanks Jacob up and drills him with a double underhook backbreaker across the knee!
Maverick is again quickly pulling the champ up! He positions him and snaps off his Drain Bramage onto the champ!
Jacob rolls over to his stomach to avoid a cover but Maverick doesn’t seem to care. Maverick sits on the champs back, grabs his arms and pulls him up into a Goku-Raku Gatame (straight jacket submission hold!!)
Alan Stone asks Jacob if he wants to call it quits and gets spat at by the champ!
Maverick transitions from the straight jacket to an STF!
The crowd has started a rowdy ‘Tap! Tap! Tap’ chant!
Maverick cranks on the pressure and Jacob starts to pull himself (and Maverick) towards the ropes! Oddly it looks as if the champ is smiling at the pain, as if he enjoys it!
Jacob is close to the ropes and Maverick transitions again this time putting Jacob into a Crippler Crossface and the crowd is going crazy as they sense the champ will tap!

BUBBA J: I bet Jacob gives it up….Punk ass.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess we can add ‘Man of 1001 Submission Holds’ to the endless list of nicknames for Maverick!

CHAD KURTIS: He can be the Innovator of Submissions.

Jacob reaches out and just manages to grab the bottom rope causing a break!
Maverick rolls out of the ring, pulls back the ring skirt and drags out a large sheet of plywood covered in barbed wire!!
Maverick slides the barbed wire bed into the ring and climbs in after it.
Jacob is getting to his feet and Maverick lands a stiff kick to his head. The champ is dragged away from the ropes and positioned for a powerbomb!
Maverick hoists Jacob up into a powerbomb but switches it into a Samoan Drop into the barbed wire plywood bed!
Maverick does miss a beat as he throws himself onto Jacob who is still laying in the barbed wire!

One!

Two!

Jacob kicks out!!

BUBBA J: I dunno about you, but I LOVE the taste of barbed wire in the morning!

Jacob is peeled out of the barbed wire and sent sailing into the far corner.
Maverick follows him in but takes a back elbow to the face!
Spear out of the corner takes Maverick off his feet!
Jacob, his back oozing blood, rolls to the outside as Maverick lays in the ring clutching at his ribs.
Jacob pulls a toolbox out from under the ring and opens it up pulling out a screwdriver.
Maverick is getting back to his feet and never sees Jacob slip back into the ring.
Falcon Punch from Jacob drops Maverick to his knees!
Jacob stands behind the challenger and drives the screwdriver into his scalp!!
The crowd groans as blood runs down the face of the challenger as the champ digs the tool into the soft flesh of the forehead!
Jacob shoves Maverick away, shoves the screwdriver into his boot and rolls back outside the ring.
Jacob produces a staple gun from the toolbox and is all smiles as he slides back into the ring.
Maverick is on his knees facing Jacob, his face is covered in blood. Jacob places the staple gun against the head of Maverick but before he can pull the trigger he takes a low blow!
Maverick yanks the staple gun away from a doubled over Jacob and –

KaThunk!
KaThunk!
KaThunk!

In rapid fashion into the back of the champ!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’ll leave a mark…Or seven.

CHAD KURTIS: It doesn’t hurt so much going in, but coming out… damn painful.

BUBBA J: Again I call you a weakling, it never hurts.

Jacob is scrambling trying to escape but gets clubbed upside the head with the staple gun.
Maverick grabs Jacob and leads him over to a near corner. As Jacob squirms, Maverick manages to grab the bottom lip of the champ and -

KaThunk!

Staples it to the top turnbuckle!!
Maverick tosses the staple gun aside and steps out onto the ring apron. As Jacob tries to free himself, Maverick runs down the length of the ring apron and pops the champ with a yakuza kick to the head!
The force of the kick rips Jacob free of the turnbuckle and he stumbles away blood pouring from his mouth.
Maverick quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a missile dropkick to the back of the champs head!
Maverick is up quick, drags Jacob and yanks him up as well. Sit out power bomb onto the barbed wire bed!!

One!

Two!

Three-

No!!

Jacob kicks out!!

BUBBA J: Whoa Jacob showin’ me some balls in the ring for once, more than Chad Kurtis ever done.

CHAD KURTIS: How many championships did you win in Rebel Pro?

BUBBA J: Not nearly as many as you, but then again I wasn’t around from the very beginning either.

Maverick drags a bloody Jacob out of the barbed wire but the champ shocks him with a modified code breaker!
Jacob spits blood onto Maverick and turns his attention to the barbed wire bed. He picks it up and pushes it on top of Maverick!!
With Maverick buried under the barbed wire, Jacob scales to the top of the nearest corner and hits his Spread My Wings Senton!!
The board cracks and a battered Jacob lays on the mat stunned from the move. Referee Alan Stone simply looks on as he’s been instructed that this match will end with a pin or a submission only.
Jacob rolls over, pulls away what’s left of the barbed wire bed and covers Maverick.

One!

Two!

Three!

NO!

Maverick gets a shoulder up!

Jacob quickly locks in a sankaku-jime to try and make the challenger either pass out or tap!
Blood is pouring like a faucet from the scalp of Maverick as he tries to get out of the triangle choke that’s being applies to him.
Maverick gets a foot on the ropes and Jacob is forced to break the hold!
Jacob rolls out of the ring as Maverick tries to get back to his feet.
With a massive pop, Jacob pulls a 15 foot ladder out from under the ring! Jacob places the ladder on the apron but gets it kicked back into his face thanks to a baseball slide from Maverick!
Jacob hits the floor hard but immediately starts to grab for something under the ring.
Maverick drags the ladder into the ring and props it up in a corner. The challenger turns his attention back to Jacob and leans out of the ring to grab him.
Jacob busts a fluorescent tube across the head of Maverick!!
Maverick drops back into the ring and Jacob smiles as he holds what’s left of the light tube.
Jacob rolls into the ring and starts to grind the end of the broken light tube into the arm of Maverick!
With his free hand, Maverick is able to reach behind him and snapmare Jacob over!
Maverick tries to lock in a rear naked choke on a seated Jacob! The champ fights like crazy to keep Maverick from sinking in the move and both men start to roll across the mat.
Maverick locks in the choke and the fans pop as Jacobs face starts to go a bright red from lack of oxygen!
Jacob manages to roll himself over once more and Maverick is laying back first on the barbed wire with the champ on top of him!
Maverick has no choice but to release the hold!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob almost had to give it up right there! Give him some credit for escaping!

BUBBA J: Pass.

CHAD KURTIS: He’s got a bit of respect from me, but lets see if he can defend here successfully first.

Jacob slowly gets to his feet and reaches around and grabs Maverick. He starts to pull the man to his feet when he takes a kick to the junk!
Maverick quickly hooks him and hits his ‘Oops! I broke him!’ Sending Jacob smashing into the propped up ladder behind them!!
Maverick with the cover!!

One!

Two!

Three!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He pinned him! We have a NEW World Champ!

The place EXPLODES as Maverick has just beaten Venar!
The referee goes to raise the hand of Johnny when he sees that Jacob has a foot on the bottom rope!
The referee waves off the pin!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wha…he’s calling it off!! He’s saying that Jacob had his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it during the pin!!

BUBBA J: I think he put it on the ropes AFTER the count. Huh….Maybe he does have some smarts.

CHAD KURTIS: I think he actually did put it on the ropes after the pin, lets check backstage.

BUBBA J: I’m getting word that there was not a camera recording that section.

CHAD KURTIS: Actually, for once, Bubba J is telling the truth not a single camera caught him doing that.

Maverick has grabbed the referee and is shouting into his face but Alan Stone stands by his call. There has been NO pinfall!
Maverick shoves away the referee and goes to pick Jacob up off the mat.
Jacob jabs the screwdriver he had in his boot into the face of Maverick! The challenger drops to the mat holding his face!
Jacob slowly gets up, his back looking like raw hamburger and sets the ladder up as Alan Stone is checking on Maverick.
The camera zooms in and we see that the screwdriver has missed the left eye of Maverick by an inch if not less! A deep gouge has been ripped into the flesh of his face.
Jacob rolls to the outside, reaches under the ring and pulls out a table getting a huge ‘WE WANT TABLES!!’ chant!
Jacob slides in one table and then pulls out a second to another big pop!! This table also goes into the ring and Jacob slowly climbs in after it.
Jacob grabs the first table and sets it up. Maverick is starting to get to his feet and takes a hard boot to the face!
The second table is set up and placed next to the first one. Maverick is dragged to his feet and rolled onto the two tables.
Venar drives several hard right hands into the head of Maverick before once again bailing out to the outside.
A roar erupts through the crowd as Venar pulls out a plywood sheet covered in light tubes!! The sheet of light tubes are dragged into the ring by Venar who then places them on top of Maverick!!
Jacob opens up the ladder and starts climbing to the top as everyone in the building is standing.
Spread My Wings senton from the top of a 15 foot ladder!!
Maverick moves out from under the light tubes at the last second!!
Jacob blasts though the tables and the light tubes and the roar from the crowd shakes the building!!!
A drunken ‘Holy shit!’ chant threatens to blow the roof off this place!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maverick moved!! Jacob just put himself through two tables and a shit pile of light tubes!!

BUBBA J: That’s why I stay away from that high risk shit!

CHAD KURTIS: Not to mention the fact that your fat ass can’t do them.

Several moments pass as both men lay motionless on the mat. The chants have changed from ‘Holy Shit!’ to ‘We Love REBEL!’ clap clap clap!!
Maverick rolls over, grabs an arm of Jacob and pulls him out of the pile of debris.

One!

Two!

Three

NO!!!!

Jacob gets a shoulder up!!

Maverick quickly locks in a Fujiwara armbar on Venar!! The champ quickly squirms his way over and drapes a leg over the bottom rope calling for a break!
Maverick pulls himself to his feet, his left eye swolled shut and blood caked on his face. He pulls Jacob to his feet and the champs back, arms and legs are covered in shards of shattered glass.
Maverick hoists Jacob up for a tombstone piledriver!
Jacob wiggles his legs and it’s reversed!!
Maverick reverses it again!
Tombstone piledriver from Maverick!!

One!

Two!

Three

NO!!!

Jacob somehow kicks out!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Neither man is willing to pack it in! These men are laying it all out there!

BUBBA J: Hopefully they’ll end up killing each other as well although I like this Maverick kid!

CHAD KURTIS: Anyone would put their life on the line for that title.

BUBBA J: Not me, I like beer too much.

Maverick drags Jacob to his feet but gets caught off guard by an inverted atomic drop from the champ!
Wing Clipper out of nowhere from Jacob!!

One!

Two!

Three!

NO!!!

Maverick gets a shoulder up!!

Jacob slaps the mat in frustration and again pulls out the screwdriver from his boot.
Low blow from Maverick causes Jacob to drop the weapon! Maverick grabs the screwdriver, smiles and jabs the point of the tool into the shoulder of the champ!!
Maverick is doing his best to carve his initials into the arm of Jacob and the champ is trying to escape as blood pours from the wound!!
Maverick tosses the screwdriver away, drags Jacob to his feet and hits his Another Body Murdered!

One!

Two!
Three!

No!!

Jacob somehow gets a shoulder up!!

Maverick looks at Jacob with pure hate and rolls to the outside. Out from under the ring comes another table to another monster pop from the crowd!!
Maverick pulls out a second table and bridges this one up using one end of the ring apron and the other on the guard rail. The second table is set up and stacked on top of the first table.
Maverick rolls back into the ring, grabs Jacob and hoists him up placing him on the top turnbuckle facing out towards the crowd.
Maverick steps out onto the ring apron, climbs up to where Jacob is sitting and tries for a hurricanrana! Jacob reverses it into a powerbomb from the top turnbuckle through the two stacked tables and down to the floor!!
A gi-normous pop from the blood thirsty crowd!! Alan Stone rolls out of the ring to make sure that both men are okay or even still alive.
What seems like days pass (in reality it’s close to a minute or so) nothing moves at ringside. The fans suddenly stir as Jacob pulls himself up, covered in blood and looking like a car crash victim.
He reaches down and drags Maverick up and shoves him into the ring.
Jacob pulls himself inside and drapes an arm over the chest of Maverick!

One!

Two!

Three!!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Holy shit this one is over!!

BUBBA J: Damn…No

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one died.

Alan Stone calls for the bell and raises the gore soaked arm of Jacob Venar!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match…..And STILL REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…’THE FALCON’ JACOB VENAR!!!!!

Stone helps a bloody and battered Jacob up and hands him the World Title belt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a way to end this night! What a match!

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, what a contest and congratulations to both men for one hell of a match here tonight.
BUBBA J: I’ve been in better.

Maverick is starting to stir and Jacob shoves Alan Stone aside.
Jacob hesitates and pulls Maverick to his feet….And offers his hand?
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to this and Maverick looks at Jacob with suspicion.
After a hesitation, Maverick gives Jacobs hand a quick shake and releases it.
The fans start up another ‘We Love REBEL!!!’ chant as both men, bloody, ripped up and battered look at each other.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob won tonight in a great match but I suspect we’ll see them battling again sooner rather than later! Hell Maverick deserves a rematch after this!!

CHAD KURTIS: Especially because of that possible foot on the ropes after the three count deal earlier in the match.

BUBBA J: That was smart… not that I believe it happened at all though.

Maverick is helped out of the ring and Jacob is propped up in the corner, the World Title draped over his shoulder. He won tonight, but there’s always another challenger around the corner.

{fade}

Aggression 2-4-2011

Aggression Logo

Aggression
Rebel Arena

Durham, NC

February 4, 2011

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Akuma being led from the backstage to the ring by a dog collar, Jester laughing but the sound muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The duo step into the ring and the shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Akuma picks up Case and SHOVES Case’s head between his legs!

“You got some attitude”

UP! AND! DOWN!

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

BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

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

AKUMA SLAMS HIM RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS!

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick holding up the Carolinas belt before the belt dissolves into the current Rebel Pro Aggression title.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Grandpa Gary delivering the Sixty Year Old Stunner onto Moke Doshky.

“Attitude, attitude”

Another transition to Grandpa Gary holding the Aggression title.

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

GRANDPA GARY: BACON!

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

Dr. Tittylover picks Maverick up…

ROB MARTINEZ: Mothership Connection!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Venar stands at the top of the ladder, looking down with both Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts in hand, he drops one down to Johnny Maverick.

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

JENNY JERSEY: Juggernauts, Bitch!

“You got some attitude”

Casino walking down a hallway, wrestling bag slung over his shoulder and a very confident look on his face. As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marcus Marion comes into focus as he jumps up and delivers the Revolutionary Thrill to “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

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

Marcus stands up, holding the World Title over his shoulder, Nicole Rhodes beside him and both looking smug and confident enough for the entire roster.

“You got some attitude”

Akuma has Justin Case up.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Facebuster into the case of beer bottles! Case counters with a facebuster to Akuma into the glass bottles!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Mother what a counter!

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!

~Backstage~

We cut backstage to find the door to Larry Gordon’s office open and him talking to someone that the door is hiding.

LARRY GORDON: Well, I can promise you at least two hundred and fifty dollars a show when you perform.

A voice mumbles, but is unintelligible and Gordon taps a set of paper in front of him.

“Not to mention all the violence you can handle. Rebel Pro has yet to really come back from when Robinson took control of it and I think you are just the man to help Rebel Pro get back to the hardcore action that the fans know and love.”

The voice mumbles again as the door slowly closes with Gordon looking out at us recording the meeting.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall! Entering first…

BUBBA J:Boring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So you’re basically ready to sleep before we even start the show?

BUBBA J:Let’s face it, Mikey. It’s a tag match between the former Tag Champs and some new kids who couldn’t hack it against some Star Wars freak and a Mexican firefly last week.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Um, Darth Zwart believes in the whole Sith thing, and Jaice is from South America.

BUBBA J:Like I give a rat’s ass! Let’s get this shit going!

Jesse James Hank Williams and El Gato make their way to the ring, the audience still unsure what to make of them. They get to the ring, ready to rumble as they await their opponents.

JENNY JERSEY: Currently in the ring, Tex Mex Express!!

BUBBA J:More like the Loser Convention.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear sweet Jeebus…

Tex Mex Express begin to set up something as they await the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0

BUBBA J:This may get a bit interesting as Tex Mex Express is setting up a barbed wire table with a few light tubes on it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’ve got a plan for someone to go through that table.

El Gato is now dousing the table in charcoal lighter fluid, soaking the wood while Jesse James Hank Williams is dumping…

BUBBA J:Fire and thumbtacks baby! Now all I need is a damn beer for a roast!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ve got a beer.

BUBBA J:Yeah, forgot caught up in the moment and all.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents!

A pop from the crowd spurs the former Tag Team Champs as they enter, not quite as amped as usual but appreciative of the fan support. They make their way to the ring, J-Kurt signing some chick’s boobs while Matt tries to get his head into the match

JENNY JERSEY: They are the team of “Bluegrass BadAss Matthew Kurtis and J-Kurt, BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

They hit the bottom of the ramp, J-Kurt leaning over and giving Matt a pep talk before they rush into the ring. TME Back off as the BGM 2.0 hit the corner turnbuckles, motioning to the fans. They drop down, J-Kurt patting Matt on the shoulder as he takes the first round, El Gato taking the first shot for his side.

MIKEY MASSACRE: These two teams look prime to go, and I can’t wait to see wha…

BUBBA J:PISS BREAK! Be right back!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I.. what??

Bubba J takes off his headset, jumping into the crowd. He seems to be heading for the public restrooms as the match gets under way, El Gato and J-Kurt starting things off.

MIKEY MASSACRE: These teams choosing to fight a conventional tag match here tonight.

DING DING

J-Kurt finds himself ring center, raising his left arm for a test of strength. Gato looks on, unsure, then begins reaching up himself. J-Kurt grins, but is cut down as Gato stops to nail a quick spin kick to the former Tag Champ. J-Kurt falls back a step, surprised at the move as Gato roars up, looking for a cross-body. J-Kurt throws a boot out, knocking Gato to the mat and mounts the smaller man, throwing a flurry of rights and lefts into the luchador’s face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: An interesting start to this match, and I gotta say that BGM looks ready to come back from that depressing title loss. Don’t you thi…

Mikey turns, Bubba’s still not back from the bathroom.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Right.

J-Kurt is now off of Gato, picking the smaller man up by his mask. The referee starts to scold J-Kurt, but J-Kurt doesn’t seem to give a shit cause, hell this is America. J-Kurt whips the smaller man into his corner, coming up with a huge corner clothesline… ducked! J-Kurt collides with Matt Kurtis! Gato with the roll-up!

One!

Two!

Kick out at 2 1/2.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My god, Gato there almost gets the quick upset! Bluegrass Mafia look to be off their game tonight, and they’re going to have to pull themselves together if they want to win here tonight.

Gato starts to his corner, but is picked off as J-Kurt grabs his ankle. Gato turns back, both men starting to their feet. Gato attempts an enziguri, but J-Kurt ducks it and grabs his other ankle, pulling the smaller man into a modified crossface. Gato struggles wildly to escape, bringing Jesse James Hank Williams into the fray. He kicks J-Kurt in the face, knocking the Mafian off his masked partner. Williams begins to celebrate, but is cut off as Matt Kurtis dives in with a spear. He pummels away at Williams’ face, Jesse trying to struggle out. Gato throws a kick at Matt, but it is caught mid-swing by J-Kurt, who pulls Gato into a spinebuster. J-Kurt goes for the cover, Jesse finally struggling out.

One!

Two!

Jesse breaks the count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mayhem has broken out a minute and a half into this match, and I gotta wonder if the former Tag Champs are going to win this one.

BUBBA J:Psh. The Butt Fuck Morons are gonna lose this one. Not cause the Chex Mix Gravy Train is any good, but because J-Kunt and Ma-choo are as stupid and worthless as their half-twit brother Chump.

Mikey looks over to Bubba, who has finally returned to his spot- wielding a 24 pack of beer. Bubba breaks one open, then holds one up for Mikey. Mikey shakes his head, looking back to the action.

Meanwhile, J-Kurt and Matthew tag in and out, having their way with El Gato. An irish whip into a back body drop, Matthew catches a flailing Gato and plants him with a powerbomb! J-Kurt takes to the air via the nearest turnbuckle… moonsault splash! JJHW rushes in, nailing a clothesline to the back of Matt’s head, but is quickly turned down as J-Kurt comes up with a huge leg lariat! Gato is barely moving as BGM 2.0 now turns their attention to Jesse, Matthew pulling the smaller man up by the hair. Jesse throws an elbow to the gut, loosening Matt’s grip. Another shot, Matt stumbles back and releases the hold, Jesse falls back, coming up with a massive clothesline!- SPEAR FROM J-KURT! Bluegrass Mafia is back in control as Gato begins to stir, noticing his partner now in trouble. J-Kurt picks Jesse up with one arm, Matt grabbing the other. They whip Williams across the ring, but are caught off-guard as Gato quickly charges up beside his partner, both men rebounding and looking for a double cross-body! J-Kurt dives to the side as Matt catches Gato, J-Kurt barely able to yell a warning as Jesse rebounds again, coming up with an axe handle from behind to Matthew! Matt stumbles, dropping Gato, who lands on his feet and quickly jumps up with an enziguri! Matthew goes down, Jesse turning to J-Kurt as Gato checks to assure Matt stays down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Tex Mex Express is now on top, and J-Kurt looks to be in serious trouble!

BUBBA J:*slurp* Ahhh… nothing like a cold beer to make a boring hour something fun.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba! The match?!

BUBBA J:Oh, right. Go Packers!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wrong match, Bubba.

BUBBA J:Oh. Go… Japan?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nevermind.

Jesse and Gato start towards J-Kurt, who seems rather calm despite his current settings. He grabs the top rope, jumping over onto the apron. Gato charges up, looking for a dropkick, but J-Kurt drops, still holding the top rope. Gato flies over the rope as J-Kurt launches himself upward, looking for a corkscrew flying clothesline to Jesse. Williams attempts a reversal, but is caught off-guard as J-Kurt drops him to the mat. J-Kurt checks on Matt, helping the bigger Kurtis to his feet. Williams shakes off the clothesline, quickly running up to push J-Kurt into Matthew, Matt tumbling into the ropes as Williams attempts a roll-up on the stunned J-Kurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This could put the Mafia to bed!

One!

Two!

Matt with the save.

BUBBA J:Big fuckin’ moron. Shoulda just let that Jumpin Jackie Jupiter Jam get the win.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Are you drunk?

BUBBA J:Is that a trick question?

MIKEY MASSACRE: How drunk are you?

BUBBA J:Almost drunk enough to like this match. Almost.

BUBBA J:These guys have thumbtacks in them, but don’t seem to be noticing; they may have a promising future here in Rebel Pro.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The BGM 2.0 are former Tag Team Champs Bubba and Tex Mex Express are only in their second match.

BUBBA J:Yeah, you’re right, neither team has a future here.

Matthew picks Jesse up by the hair, nailing a headbutt right into the smaller man’s nose, busting it wide open.

BUBBA J:Okay, minus that part right there, ain’t nothin TO like in this match.

Matthew whips Jesse across the ring, looking for a clothesline. However, Gato grabs Jesse’s leg from outside the ring, quickly dragging his partner to safety outside. He checks on Jesse, who is bleeding rather profusely from his nose, and they both quickly duck to avoid the brothers Kurtis. J-Kurt looks to Matt, who shakes his head in disbelief as they both start towards the Tex Mex Express. As they look over the edge, Gato and Jesse come up with matching kendo sticks, smacking the BlueGrass Mafia in the heads. Matt and J-Kurt fall back, surprised at the attack. TME shoot into the ring, again a double shot, this time to the gut. Both Kurtis boys are now doubled over, and TME takes a moment to taunt to the crowd before shooting another blow to the back of the BGM’s heads… too long a moment, however, as both J-Kurt and Matt throw an authoritative boot to their adversaries’ midsections, big lefts to their heads. J-Kurt slides to the outside, Matt on watch for the TME as J-Kurt checks under the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Tex Mex Express could have had the win right there if it hadn’t been for their overzealous taunting.

BUBBA J:Yeah, and I coulda won this match twenty minutes ago with four well-placed boots to the skull.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This match has only been going for maybe eight to ten minutes, Bubba.

BUBBA J:My point exactly, Mike. My point exactly.

J-Kurt tosses an unknown number of chairs into the ring, Matt picking them up. Gato starts to his feet, but is met with a chair shot across the chest, sending him sprawling across the mat. J-Kurt finally retreats back into the ring as Jesse starts up, finding himself in a bad predicament. J-Kurt picks up a chair on one side as Matt readies his on the other, Jesse looking wide-eyed into what appears to be his fate.

BUBBA J:Be right back Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where are you… what are you doing?

Bubba J flicks his Zippo lighter, sending the soaked table up in flames before retreating back to the announcers table.

BUBBA J:Got cold, so figured I’d light a camp fire.

J-Kurt and Matt swing their chairs, aiming for a con-chair-to on Jesse- but he ducks! The chairs collide as Matt and J-Kurt are stunned by the shots, Jesse quickly hitting Matthew with a dropkick through the chair that sends the big man over the top rope….

And on top of the flaming table!

El Gato dives over…

Plancha on Matthew!

Jesse turns around, J-Kurt recovering as he quickly refocuses his mind, ready to attack Jesse.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesse’s gone! Jesse’s gone!

BUBBA J:If that were true, I wouldn’t care. But this is a tag match. Look.

Gato rolls up, nailing a quick groin shot from behind. J-Kurt drops his chair as Gato pulls J-Kurt into a roll-up, Jesse quickly shuffling to the ring ropes to make sure Matthew isn’t going to try and make some heroic gesture.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, the Tex Mex Express!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: A huge underdog victory for these up-and-comers, with an impressive win over Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.

BUBBA J:Impressive?! What the hell is so impressive about beating a couple of Kurtises? I could do that much sober! Besides, one Kurtis is a Krispy Kurtis.

Bubba J laughs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Could you, now?

BUBBA J:Well… I mean, if I was ever sober. But I probably still could. Whatever.

~Commercial for Brion’s Think Tank, he’s full of it~

***Rebel Pro Exclusive***

Our newest reporter for Rebel Pro, Marvin Humperdink, caught the following footage as he was trying to figure out his newly purchased video camera.

Jimmy Johnson stumbles out of the door, sweaty, discheveled, and looking completely worn out. The camera shakes slightly to catch the person walking to the door…

Marina Blue?!

Jimmy turns back to Marina…

“Damn Marina, if you don’t know how to rock a man’s world.”

Marina blows him a kiss before grabbing his ruffled shirt and pulling him back inside.

MARINA BLUE:(sexy deep throated voice) “Oh… there’s more of that to come… right now…”

Jimmy smiles as he is dragged back into the room without putting up much of a fight.

The camera takes a quick pan around the ring and we see multiple weapons of mass destruction set up around the ring. Stacked tables wrapped in barbed wire. Ladders. Chairs. Trash cans full of plunder.

The camera pans back to the ever lovely Jenny Jersey who is now standing in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is a round one match in the Crimson Cup Tournament!!!

‘Lipless’ by Fear of the City hits the PA and the REBEL crowd give a moderate pop to the man who steps out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Jersey City, New Jersey and weighs in at 225 pounds…..Hostile!!!

Hostile makes his way down to ringside, a look of intensity etched onto his face.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

‘Slip it in’ by Black Flag hits and the place explodes!!

JENNY JERSEY: She is the current Aggression Champion, hailing from North Hollywood CA, and weighing in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!

Blue steps out from the back and raises a barbed wire covered kendo stick high above her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This match was originally supposed to be a ‘fans bring the weapons match’ but after the third handgun was confiscated, REBEL changed this to a ‘REBEL Deathmatch!’ Regardless, this has the makings of a classic!

BUBBA J:As long as they leave us alone I’m good.

Blue starts her way down towards the ring when suddenly Hostile rushes into frame! Blue ducks under a wild clothesline attempt and proceeds to wear Hostile out with her barbed wire kendo stick!

Wack!
Wack!
Wack!

The stick connects across the back, the head and the arm of Hostile who is quickly back peddling and trying to get back to the ring!

Wack!

Another shot to the head puts Hostile on rubber legs and Blue rushes him! Hostile stops her cold with a back elbow to the face! Scoop slam onto the floor from Hostile! The barbed wire kendo stick is kicked away by Hostile as he drags Blue back to her feet. Marina is whipped back first into the guardrails! Hostile rushes her but Blue gets a boot up into his face! Blue scrambles up onto the guardrail, fans helping her steady herself, and she launches herself at Hostile! Hostile quickly sidesteps her and Blue hits the floor with a brutal thud! Hostile drags the Aggression champ to her feet and rolls her into the ring. He slides in after her and referee Alan Stone calls for the bell!

MIKEY MASSACRE: And this match is now official!

BUBBA J:Oh NOW it’s official!

Hostile pulls Blue to her feet, shoots her into the ropes and takes her up into the lights with a high backdrop. Hostile rolls out of the ring, grabs one of the trashcans fulls of plunder and tosses it back into the squared circle. Hostile slides into the ring, gets to his feet and upends the trashcan spilling it’s contents onto the mat. Blue is getting to her feet and Hostile charges at her ready to smack her with the metal can. Blue hits a low dropkick to the knee of Hostile and he drops to the mat face first, the trashcan ending up between his head and the mat! Blue grabs a chair up off the mat, waits for Hostile to get to his feet and cracks the chair across his back! Hostile drops to all fours and takes another wicked chairshot across the back! Blue tosses the chair away and rolls to the outside. She grabs a ladder, folds it up and slides it into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: An ex porn star with a ladder? This can only lead to bad things!

BUBBA J:Or another best selling DVD.

Hostile is starting to get to his feet but takes a basement dropkick to the sternum! Blue returns her attention to the ladder and sets it up in the corner. She starts to climb her way to the top as Hostile struggles to get to his feet. Blue reaches the top of the ladder just as Hostile gets to his feet. Seated senton from the top of the ladder! The REBEL crowd erupts into a raucous ‘HOLY SHIT!’ chant at the 15 foot dive they just witnessed! Maria reaches back and hooks a leg as Stone counts!

One!

Two!

Hostile kicks out!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile kicks out but he could have broken ribs!

Blue tries to pull Hostile to his feet but takes a right hand to the gut. Another shot from Hostile causes Blue to release her grip on him. Inverted atomic drop from Hostile! Blue is still on her feet! Hostile hits the ropes and almost runs over Blue with a brutal clothesline! Hostile staggers over to the pile of plunder and picks up a staple gun. Blue is sitting up and Hostile stands behind her, grabs her head and places the staple gun against her scalp.

Kathunk!

The fans groan as Hostile plants a staple into the forehead of Blue!

Kathunk!

Kathunk!

Kathunk!

Blue is desperately trying to escape as Hostile unloads the staple gun into her flesh! Blood is flowing down the face of Blue and Hostile takes a moment to reach into his tights only to pull out a dollar bill.

Kathunk!

Hostile just stapled the dollar bill to the forehead of Marina Blue!

BUBBA J:Blue is gonna need some major airbrushing on her photos the next time she poses for a dvd cover!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Something tells me that this isn’t the first time a man stuck a dollar on the forehead of Blue!

Hostile tosses away the staple gun and drills Blue with hard right hands opening her up even more. Blue is a horrific mess and Hostile simply steps away from her and starts to climb up the ladder. Blue wipes blood out of her eyes and starts to scoot herself back towards the pile of weapons on the mat. Hostile reaches the top of the ladder and starts to play to the fans. Blue grabs the lid of the trashcan and makes Captain America proud as she sends it sailing through the air! The lid bounces off the skull of Hostile and he weaves for a second almost falling off the ladder! Blue rolls to the outside and starts hunting under the ring. Blue pulls out two chairs and quickly tosses them into the ring. Again she hunts under the ring and pulls out two sheets of plate glass! They too go into the ring to a thunderous pop. Once more Blue grabs something from under the ring but we can’t tell what it is.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What’s she have?

BUBBA J:Herpes? Oh no wait you mean in her hands, I dunno.

Blue rolls into the ring and quickly gets into a crouched position facing the ladder. Hostile has recovered and is getting ready to dive at Blue. Marina shows the crowd what she’s holding as she points a stun gun at Hostile! Hostile tries to protest but it falls on deaf ears as Blue hits him with the taser gun! Two metal prongs slap into his chest and he jerks and shakes on top of the ladder like a fish out of water as Blue juices him with electricity! Blue tosses away the spent stun gun as Hostile plops down onto a seated position on the top of the ladder, his eyes glassy. Blue again has to wipe the blood out of her eyes as she sets up her divide of death. She places the two chairs about 6 feet apart and then places the plate glass panes, one on top of the other onto the chairs forming a bridge! Blue reaches up and tears the dollar bill from her forehead and then starts her climb up the ladder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, this can only end badly.

Blue reaches the top of the ladder, slaps Hostile and snaps off a hurricanrana! Hostile flies off the top of the ladder, sails 15 feet through the air and slams through the glass pains! The glass explodes and so does the crowd! A huge ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant rocks the building as Hostile lays in the middle of the shattered glass! Blue crawls over to Hostile and drapes an arm over his chest! Stone for the count!

One!

Two!

Three-No!! Hostile kicks out!

Blue quickly grabs a shard of glass and digs it into the face of Hostile! Hostile knocks away Blue but his face is a crimson mask.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is turning into, pardon the pun, a massacre!

BUBBA J:And I love it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can’t agree with you more!

Blue is to her feet and she staggers over to what’s left of the weapons that are laying on the mat. She picks up a cheese grater and turns her attention back to Hostile. Hostile drives her to the mat with a modified spear! Hostile rolls out of the ring and drags a table wrapped in barbed wire close to the ring apron. He grabs another table, this one with light tubes taped to it and stacks it up onto the first table! Hostile rolls into the ring, grabs Blue and hoists her up. Blue is placed onto the top turnbuckle and Hostile climbs up alongside her. Hostile is trying to powerbomb Blue off the top turnbuckle but she’s blocking it! Hostile tries again but Blue shifts her weight and both sail off the top turnbuckle and both smash through the stacked tables at ringside! A huge roar from the crowd and Alan Stone rolls to the outside and starts to dig out the wrestlers!

BUBBA J:I think I just got wood from seeing that!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Regardless of who wins this match, I don’t think either one will be capable to advance to the next round!

Alan Stone has uncovered the wrestlers and they look like murder victims. Blue is tangled in barbed wire and the glass shards have carved them both up. Amazingly Hostile is moving! He uses Alan Stone to pull himself to his feet and then staggers away from the scene of the destruction. Hostile reaches under the ring and pulls out a sheet of glass that’s wrapped in barbed wire! A small package is attached to the center of the barbed wire glass pane.

BUBBA J:Is that an explosive! I love this match!

Hostile bridges the pane of destruction by placing one end on the edge of the ring apron and the other on the guardrail. The fans along ringside sense the coming destruction and start to back away en mass from the area. Blue has pulled herself out of the stacked table ruble and is a gory mess. Hostile drags Blue to her feet, positions her and powerbombs her through the barbed wire wrapped glass pane! The device goes off and it is indeed an explosive and the fans shriek in both excitement and fear! Smoke and debris hand around ringside and Hostile simply falls across Blue and Alan Stone quickly makes the count!

One!

Two!

Three!

Stone calls for the bell as both wrestlers get a standing ovation!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a hellacious match! I don’t know that either person had anything left in them!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and advancing on into the Crimson Cup…..Hostile!!!

Hostile is redeemed in the eyes of the REBEL crowd and they give him a huge pop for the Hell he just went through.

BUBBA J:Why did the referee make the count outside?

MIKEY MASSACRE: His call, hey it’s REBEL, no rules and….HEY!!!

The camera pans from a bloody and damaged Hostile to the mysterious ‘Dark Phoenix!’ The masked man is standing at the entrance way giving the match a polite golf clap!

BUBBA J:What’s that clown doing here?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Beats me, but he seems to have enjoyed what he’s seen!

~Commercial for Jacob’s Pepper Sauce, it burns going in and coming out~

We come back from commercial to find that both men are already in the ring and waiting on the commercial break before the match starts.

DING DING

Anton and Spyke meet center ring, the Russian standing far above Spyke and outweighing him by what looks to be a ton, but Spyke will not back down. Spyke leaps up slapping Anton right in the side of the face before following it up with a running knee to his side backing him towards the ropes. Anton uses his size to his advantage by catching and tossing Spyke into the ropes, but Spyke bounces off the ropes springing back with a roundhouse kick taking Anton right in the side of the head, but the big man still manages to catch the foot and toss Spyke over the side and onto the first table, sending Spyke through a glass table early on in this match.

BUBBA J:Here we go with the blood galore.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke dressed in barbed wire is looking for blood, but Anton manages to draw the first of the match. Anton steps through the ropes, but Spyke springs up with a brass knuckle shot to the chin backing the big Russian up from the onslaught, but he gets caught in the ropes. Spyke up on the apron, running along, handstand into a leg drop sending Anton’s throat across the middle rope cutting off his air supply.

BUBBA J:Geeze, this guy bounces around like a pinball in a machine.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And takes about as much punishment.

Spyke leaps up to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a missle dropkick, but Anton catches him tossing him up in the air and down face first onto the canvas. Spyke lays there, but the Russian is taking full advantage of this as he stalks his prey. Anton lifts Spyke up, Soviet Suckerpunch, a big slow MMA style punch, from him sends Spyke falling back into the corner. Anton slams a big boot into Spyke’s throat and is being choked out in the corner.

BUBBA J:No matter how much pain you like or can take, you can’t win if you are dead.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You sure are on top of your game here tonight.

BUBBA J:Thanks.

Anton lifts Spyke up, holding him here as he simply chokes the life right out of hiim. Spyke with a kick into Anton’s arm temporarily breaks the hold causing Spyke to fall down to the canvas. Irish whip sends Spyke running and Anton bounces off the ropes as well. Spyke back flips from the top rope…

Caught!

Anton mounts the much smaller man with a Lou Thesz press and begins to pound and pound his meaty fists into Spyke’s skull, causing another series of cuts to form and blood to flow.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke looks to be in a bit of trouble here.

BUBBA J:I’ve got a feeling Spyke is in trouble.

Mikey just looks at Bubba J, not believing what he is hearing. Bubba J just stares back like “What?”

BUBBA J:What is it Mikey?

Anton leans over, pulling Spyke back up to toss him through the second of what must be three consecutive tables. Spyke with a shot to his jaw and a similtaneous kick to his groin causes the big man to drop Spyke down. Gein lands on his feet, kick to the back of Anton’s legs causes him to fall onto his knees. Spyke hits the ropes, Shining Wizard takes the big man down and Spyke pops up, yelling and getting the crowd behind him big time. The crowd pop as Spyke pulls out a chair from under the ring and slides back into the squared circle and the ring technicians have replaced the broken glass table from earlier. Spyke brings the steel chair down on top of Anton’s skull once, twice, three, and four times before leaping up to the top turnbuckle.

“Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke!”

Spyke dives and rolls forward off the top, bringing the chair down unber his right ass cheek and sitting down right on top of Anton’s head. Spyke hops back up, off the ropes baseball slide into the chair, sending it right into the side of Anton’s face rolling the big man over from the impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a shot!

BUBBA J:Yeah, I may have to face this guy in the next round.

MIKEY MASSACRE: If you make it to the next round.

BUBBA J:I’ll make it, cause I’m f*bleep*king hardcore Mikey.

Spyke gets up, pumping his fist and in the single second it took, Anton begins to get back up to his feet. Spyke turns, noticing and hits the ropes looking for a dropkick or something. Anton slams his fist out taking Spyke’s head off! No, not literally, but figuratively as Spyke flips backwards from the impact and Anton is up and looking to murder something. Anton bends down, pulling Spyke up and tossing him over the top rope to slam into a second glass table, but this one doesn’t break, it cracks but doesn’t break. Spyke rolls over, standing precariously on the table as Anton notices and runs over. Spyke leaps to the top rope, to Anton’s shoulders…

MIKEY MASSACRE: A hurricanrana through the glass table!

BUBBA J:and we are back to square one as one man has to go through three consecutive glass tables… right?

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is how I understand it, but I could be wrong.

Spyke stands up, falling backwards to lean against the railing though, smiling through the blood, pain, and barbed wire around and on his face. Spyke shoves himself up and heads over to Anton, who is motionless on the remainder of the glass table. Spyke leans over, Anton with a hand full of glass fragments right into Spyke’s face!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke could literally be blinded here!

BUBBA J:He is one tough sombitch, he’ll find a way to continue fighting.

Anton shoves himself up, blood dripping from his face and chest as he stalks Spyke Gein like a shark smelling blood. Spyke turns around, big Russian boot to the face sends Spyke stumbling backwards. Anton with a roundhouse kick sends Spyke twisting around and slamming head first into the steel post. Anton catches him by the green hair, slamming him face first into the post, driving the glass and barbed wire firmly into his flesh. Anton laughs as he slams the younger Maverick’s face in again, and a third time. Spyke stumbles away and Anton gives chase. Spyke turns around throwing a wild superkick. Anton ducks easily lifting Spyke up…

Spinebuster through the glass table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anton starts the count again as glass fragments fly up into the air.

Spyke holds at his back, this time it doesn’t look like it tickles, but who knows what this hardcore daredevil really feels. Anton lifts him up, carrying him over a bit…

Facebuster on the broken glass fragments!

Anton drives his boot down hard onto Spyke’s skull, sending the face into the glass harder and harder, trying to drive them as dep as they can possibly go.

BUBBA J:Spyke looks to be in a world of hurt and in danger of losing this match.

BUBBA J:Spyke’s got something from under the ring…

Lighter fluid right into the smiling face of Anton backs him up as he claws at his face. The fluid goes deep into the cuts there and stings tremendously. Spyke pulls himself up, leaning heavily on the ring apron as Anton still tries to wipe the flammable liquid away. Anton comes close…

*Whoooooooof!*

The flames erupt on Anton’s face as Spyke flicks a lighter he found under the ring and Anton’s face is on fire.

BUBBA J:Burned Bear?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not funny.

BUBBA J:Burnsky?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nope.

BUBBA J:Krispy Kommy?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Give it up.

Spyke helps Anton out with a fire extinguisher shot to the face and the big Russian falls against the railing. Spyke with a swinging extinguisher shot, but the fire is out and Anton ducks under the blow by instinct. Spyke uses the momentum to follow through, but Anton slams a Soviet Suckerpunch right into Spyke’s junk and that is all. Anton lifts Spyke up… Military Press into a Death Valley Driver, he calls the move Vodka Spike!

MIKEY MASSACRE: How fitting, he calls that move Vodka Spyke and debuts it on… Spyke.

BUBBA J:Right through a glass table too, which means he’s only got one more to go!

Anton pulls an unconscious Spyke up from the broken table as ring technicians just finish replacing the other table they destroyed and are hurrying to replace this one as soon as both men get out of the way. Anton walks over, Spyke on his shoulders for another glass table shot to win the match. Anton adjusts Spyke up into a military press…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anton looking to finish Spyke off with a second consecutive Vodka Spyke and a third consecutive glass table demolishing for the win!

BUBBA J:It doesn’t look good…

Spyke with a tornado DDT counter sends Anton’s head crashing through the glass table!

BUBBA J:And Anton must start all over again as Spyke with the advantage of one table to Anton’s none.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke has gone through more tables here, but the consecutive order is all that matters in this type of match.

Spyke and Anton lay there, both bloody, but Spyke with more glass in his body and the barbed wire poking into his flesh.

BUBBA J:Does the rules allow for EMTs to come down to check on the wrestlers?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nope, the match goes on until there is a winner.

BUBBA J:Sweeeeeeeet!

“Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke!”

The chant goes on for a few moments, but it is Anton that begins moving first; however it is very slowly. Seconds later, Spyke begins to stir, but the first movements are a smile across his face before he tries rolling over to get up. Spyke pulls himself up just as Anton gets his big frame up to a vertical base; both men turn towards each other.

BUBBA J:This is f*bleep*king awesome Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It is the violence we used to fight under.

BUBBA J:Yeah, these two men right here aren’t pansies like has been wrestling in Rebel Pro.

Both glass tables are replaced now, thanks to the resting period both men needed before they got up to their feet. Spyke leaps forward with a front kick, but Anton swats him aside, catching the foot and swinging him around to slam head first into the ring apron. Spyke counters though by sitting up and nailing the big man with a fist right into his Russian mouth! Anton falls back, sending Spyke still spinning around. Spyke grabs the railing, flipping over to land with a foot in between a set of legs(on either side and his feet are actually on the seats of two chairs). Spyke smiles down before leaping to the railing and flipping over to land a dropkick right to Anton’s face sending him sliding onto a table back first. Spyke leaps up to the table, to the apron, to the top rope before sending himself inside and onto the canvas feet first. Spyke takes off at a run before bouncing off the opposite ropes, coming back and flipping over the top rope and coming down with a springboard seated senton! Glass fragments fly up high into the air and yet another table is destroyed, but seeing as Rebel Pro isn’t paying for them, lets go through a thousand more right?

BUBBA J:Both men are definitely going to feel this in the morning.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both will be sore, but one more than the other as Spyke has just sent Anton Petrov through two consecutive tables.

Spyke pulls himself up, bloody and smiling and does his best to roll Anton into the ring and finally succeeds before folling him afterwards pulling a sheet of glass with him; looking to finish the match here and now. Spyke leans it up in the corner before Irish whipping Anton towards the slanted glass. Anton with a reversal and catching Spyke by the head launches him like a lawn dart through the glass shattering it into a few million pieces!

BUBBA J:And now Anton with the advantage of only having to put Spyke threw two more tables!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The janitors are going to have a time to clean up all this glass.

BUBBA J:Its what they get paid to do damn it.

Anton lifts Spyke back up, blood literally pouring off his face and body but remarkably the canvas is fairly clean; but that’s due to them fighting mostly on the outside. Anton lifts Spyke up before running and tossing Spyke over the top rope onto a glass table, but it doesn’t break!

BUBBA J:That piece is made better, I’m not sure it even cracked.

Anton smiles as though this is just what he wanted. He pulls his three hundred and seven pound frame up to the top rope and leaps off with a Super Soviet Steamroller!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The later we get into this match, the quicker these table shots are going to happen because these men need to end the match.

BUBBA J:Before one of them is mangled, tangled, and disfigured like your ugly ass.

Anton is only one more table away from victory and moving on to the next round and it seems that he actually realizes it. Anton pulls himself slowly up to his full height before yanking Spyke up to his bent over base. Spyke is hurting and hurting badly. Anton turns to the crowd…

Ball shot!

Spyke with a shot right to Anton’s balls!

BUBBA J:Right in the nutters!

Anton is still covered in red, but he is appearing really white now as a hand full of glass fragments falls from in between his legs. Anton holds himself in pain while Spyke leaps backwards, stumbling as he lands on the apron and flies back with a knee right into Anton’s face taking him down.

BUBBA J:A hand full of glass right to his Russian Jewels!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on…

BUBBA J:Right in his Soviet Scrotum!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba J!

BUBBA J:Right in his Soviet Sack!

Anton falls against the railing, still holding himself as Spyke pulls himself up. The ring techs are hurrying to replace the glass as Spyke removes a sheet from the pile at ringside. Spyke gets them to place another sheet on top of his, creating three sheets of glass on top of each other.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Will that be legal?!

BUBBA J:Right in his Mother Russia Rubies!… Oh yeah, all the rules say is three consecutive tables, it doesn’t say anything about him not being able to put them on top of another.

Spyke lifts up the apron, dragging out a table before sliding it into the ring with a gleeful, yet bloody expression on his face. Spyke leaps over the top rope with a dive, but Anton moves out of the way, or actually just falls to the side and Spyke slams head first into the railing protecting the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Crash and freaking burn!

BUBBA J:Spyke had the chance to put this one away, but him not being able to lift Anton may be the deciding factor here tonight.

Anton looks at the three tables stacked on top of one another and a big bear type smile crosses his features before he rolls inside the ring dragging Spyke inside with him. Spyke looks to be out cold as he just flops when moved.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spyke has taken a ton of damage, but that flying headbutt into the railing may just have knocked him out.

BUBBA J:Speaking of out… I’m outta beer!

Anton sets up the chair before mouthing some words in Russian that probably translate into “I’m gonna put you away now, you stupid American.”

BUBBA J:He just said that he was going to put him away, the stupid American.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You speak Russian?

BUBBA J:Nope, but it is what I’d say if I were him, big, stupid, ugly, from Russia, and had glass shoved into my nut sack.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Couldn’t resist could you?

BUBBA J:Not at all.

Anton lifts Spyke up into the Vodka Spyke, showing off his tremendous strength before lifting off and driving Spyke through the tables!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its over! Its over! Anton Petrov has won!

BUBBA J:Now, it may be the alcohol, but I believe Spyke may have countered and drove Anton through at least two of those tables!

The video shoots back up on Megavision showing…

~Both men falling… falling… falling…

Spyke with a facebuster sending Anton’s face right through the top two tables!

~Back to live~

BUBBA J:See! I told ya!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It happened so fast I couldn’t tell, it happened right at the last possible second!

Spyke is actually moving, very slowly, but he is moving.

BUBBA J:And that tough sombitch is moving!

Spyke crawls through the broken glass to the ring apron and slowly into the ring, dragging hiimself and leaving a blood trail to the ladder. Spyke begins to climb up the ladder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He surely isn’t going to…

BUBBA J:He is! Holy Shit this little f*bleep*ker is tough!

Spyke is half-way up the ladder and Anton is still not moving on the unbroken table, but he is covered in glass and blood. Spyke halts on the ladder, not sure he can go on.

“Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke! Spyke!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: The crowd is behind him, can they give hiim enough to finish the climb and match?

BUBBA J:I sure hope so, because I’m not sure either man can go much longer!

Spyke reaches the top before nodding his head and diving….

Through the table with a double knee drop sending Anton’s chest through the table and glass flying up into the air once again!

DING DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and moving onto the next round of the Crimson Cup Tournament… Spyke Gein!

Spyke lays there, barely able to raise his hand, but he does to the cheering sound of the crowd. The arm flops back down as the scene begins to fade into the Rebel Pro Aggression logo.

BUBBA J:For this week, I’m Bubba J and join us for Winter Blast 201 next week!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What about me?

BUBBA J:Ah, no one really cares about you.

Aggression 1-28-2011

Aggression Logo

we see “the show” chad kurtis as we have never seen him before as he is being pushed down the entrance ramp in a wheelchair by stephanie. the fans are just excited that he is here and are chanting show, show, show even louder then normal so loud that we can barely hear either massacre or bubba…

BUBBA J:as you can tell by the reaction we are semi-surprised to see chad kurtis here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: yeah all reports were that he wasn’t going to be cleared to be here.

BUBBA J:c’mon now massacre neither one of us maybe on his christmas card list but we both cost of viagra and cialis know that nothing can keep down “the show”.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True, i just hope he isn’t doing more harm then good being here tonight.

stephanie and chad reach the ring and stephanie goes to help him in the ring but is brushed off as chad sprints to the ring and does his trademark slide under the ropes before getting back to his feet and dusting himself off…

LARRY GORDON: i know we are all excited to have chad here with us tonight but if we can just quiet down just for a moment i would like to present him with the Face of the year award!

chad: (with a tear in his eyes) i know you all expect a long winded speech for the “true ptper” but i just ain’t the time for that but i do want to say thanks to all of you the fans you are what makes this sport what it is and you are why this award means so much and i do want to say thanks to God for giving me the talent to do what i do. and last but not least if i never get to step into a wrestling ring again allow me to say i enjoyed the ride!!! thank you all and God bless!!

chad then falls to one knee giving props to the fans then to pointing to heaven before sliding under the ropes and climbing back into the wheelchair

~Commercial for Kent’s potatoes, they are all spuds~

We fade back from commercial in to the ring for our first match of the night, with Lizatanna, currently sans Top Hat since it’s very inconvenient to work in, and Kaz Sato, a 6’3” Mixed Martial Artist, standing waiting for the bell.

DING! DING!

Liza bounces on her toes while Kaz steps forward into a very traditional Kick Boxing stance. He strikes first then with a Leg Kick that Lisa manages to check and then a second that goes wide as Liza darts back. Kaz then throws a few jab attempts before shooting for her knees, but Liza manages to jump out to the side before getting a hand on his forehead to keep him at bay. Kaz struggles to get back to his feet, allowing Liza to walk him into a knee, right between the eyes.

BUBBA J: Lizatanna showing why she is the boss of this fool, looking pretty hot too.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know if superheroes can be married though Bubba.

BUBBA J: Don’t have to be married to do the horizontal boogie.

Kaz darts back up straight and swings two wild punches, the first of which is dodged and the second of which is parried to send him away. Kaz then turns around and tries to lift up a kick, allowing Liza to strike her heel down into his shin to push him back and then lift up a left kick into his ribs. Liza then dodges away as Kaz staggers forth into another pick that misses. A second attempt follows shortly but Liza produces a pack of cards seemingly from nowhere (her sleeve) and throws them in his eyes, causing Kaz to run blind and right into Liza’s outstretched leg that sends him head-over-heels and sprawled out on the mat.

BUBBA J: Always wondered how to do something like that,maybe a poker game after the match?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I could be in for that, high stakes?

Liza darts around Kaz and tussles his hair, provoking him to dart back to his feet and lunge for her in the corner, only to find nothing but turnbuckle. He then turns and throws a series of quick punches that put Liza on the back foot and force her to retreat, but he gets a little overzealous and launches a finishing overhand right that Liza sees coming and ducks under while throwing an Overhead Roundhouse Knee that shatters his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That one is going to sting in the morning.

BUBBA J: Definitely so, bet he won’t be playing poker tonight.

Kaz goes back and looks hurt, stumbling into the ropes and rebounding back into a straight kick in the chest that puts him in the ropes again. He shakes it off though and fires back with a deadly looking Head Kick that forces Liza to duck before jumping over a sweep. Liza then ducks a Clothesline, turns and sprays a red mist into Kaz’s eyes as he meets her again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Whoa!

BUBBA J: She just blinded him with spray to the face, not only is she hot but resourceful!

Kaz flails and blindly staggers around the ring, canadian pharmacy free shipping lunging with wild Haymaker punches in the hopes of finding a mark. Meanwhile Liza takes a seat up on the top turnbuckle, wiping the run off from her mouth and generally just letting him go.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My God this real canadian superstore newmarket pharmacy has been over for hours. Just end it already.

BUBBA J: Liza taking a rest here in the match, her opponent isn’t up to snuff… speaking of snuff… I need some Copenhagen.

A fan reaches over and hands Bubba J a can of Copenhagen Long Cut, Bubba J takes it, getting a dip.

BUBBA J: Thanks for the dip.

Liza jumps down with a rather purposeful thump, alerting Kaz to her direction and sending him off on a run. Liza takes a bullfighters stance and then twirls out of the way as he dives head first into the buckles. He then stumbles back, turns and allows Liza to get both hands on his head and pull him into another sicken knee strike that splits a crack down his face and bolts him up right again, allowing Liza to drop him with a Palm Strike right up through his nose.

BUBBA J: Lizatanna dominating this fool here, kick him in the balls!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is there no end to your threshold of inflicting damage.

A pause.

BUBBA J: Nope, kick them until there down and then stomp a mudhole in there ass.

Kaz drops down on all fours, and Liza finishes him by putting her foot on the back of his head and then crushing him against the mat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Curb Stomp.

BUBBA J: That’ll work too!

The fans grimace as she kicks him over onto his back, giving the world an open view of his cut, smashed and painted face. Rather than make the cover though she moves to the ropes and calls for someone to bring her a microphone.

BUBBA J: Evidentally she’s got something to say.

Liza pats the mic to make sure it’s on and then steps back to centre stage. With the look on her face you’d think she hadn’t even started.

LIZATANNA: Well this has been fun but it’s time to get to the point. While sitting down to watch one of this companies lovely television broadcasts I noticed your current, Aggression Champion making a rousing speech about how she wanted a real step up in competition. And in turn you threw her an angry old man who doesn’t want to be here.

At the mere hint of Rob Robinson the fans start to simmer.

LIZATANNA: That’s fine today, but what about tomorrow. Chad? That loser who thinks he’s a Sith Lord? Jacob Vernar fresh off having his ass handed to him by Johnny fucking Maverick?

She gives that one some room as the fans lift in a cheer and a chant for his name.

LIZATANNA: Or do you give the champ a shot at someone actually worth beating?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did the chick dressed as a magician just try to call someone else delusional?

BUBBA J: She is not some ordinary chick, she is one hot chick!

LIZATANNA: I’m new here, so come the big February PPV, my name looks to be a little lonely. So if –

Liza gets cut off as she notices Kaz beginning to stir.

LIZATANNA: Sorry, one sec.

BUBBA J: Got to love interupting her speech to kick some ass.

Kaz gets to one knee and no further, prompting Liza to take a run, step off his outstretched leg and put her knee through his face, dropping him to the mat for the final time while she steps right through him. She then dusts herself off and gets right back to it.

LIZATANNA: So if your champ, whoever they might be, really wants to prove their worth, then who better than a super powered magician who is probably also a ninja.

Liza takes a bow and then turns around to the referee, who is currently standing with his arms folded waiting for her to clean up.

LIZATANNA: Oh, right, you want me to pin that so you can take it to the hospital.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You think?

BUBBA J: Hey, she’ll kick your ass too, me… I might like it.

Liza slides on over and kneels on top of Kaz for the pin. The count is academic but that doesn’t stop her revelling in the moment, even going as far as to throw a handful of sparkling dust into the air as the referee counts the three. It gets a little oow from the fans, who are apparently very easily impressed.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… LIZATANNA!

Liza bounds back to her feet and snatches up her Top hat before bounding to the top rope. She goes to put it on but stops as something catches her eye. She then reaches in rather carefully and pulls her hand back to produce a single white dove perched on the end of her finger.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well now this is just getting stupid.

BUBBA J: How’d she do that?

Liza gives the dove a small kiss on the forehead before releasing it into the air, much to the delight of the younger members of the audience. Liza then jumps back and takes a bow before exiting from the ring.

Part way toward the back Liza stops by the railing as a small catches her attention. The conversation goes unheard but the crux of it seems to centre around the contents of her hat. Liza gives a somewhat over theatrical shrug of the shoulders and then makes as if rooting around the very depths of her hat where she produces a rather large white rabbit which she then holds close for the child to pet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: and now she’s pulling rabbits out of hats. I thought all this kiddy shit when away when Robinson got his ass beat.

BUBBA J:Don’t forget she just fucked up that Jap, so she aint nothin’.

Liza takes another bow before disappearing behind the curtain.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Wonder about the challenge for the Aggression Champion.

BUBBA J: If’n I know Larry Gordon, there will be a match between these two because he likes for the wrestlers to step up and make challenges and he usually follows through with the match. He expects them to create their own careers, but then you get people like Jacob Venar who are pansies.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So if Jaice Wilds challenges for the World Title, he’ll get a shot?

BUBBA J: Gordon will grant matches within reason Mikey, but who knows I’ve been surprised before.

~Commercial for Rob’s Butt Cream… It’s McNasty~

Larry Gordon stands center ring with Jenny Jersey and Gordon once again brings the mic up to his lips.

“Next up fans is the man you all voted Most Hated of 2010 and this award goes to…”

“Final Countdown” hits up in the speakers as from the back to the loudest booing of the night, the exact opposite of Chad Kurtis’ announcement is The Phoenix, Rob Robinson. Phoenix steps into the ring, soaking in the unadoration of his unfans and grabs the award from Jenny before snatching the mic from Larry Gordon, giving him a glare before speaking.

Rob Robinson: This is a big day for the company formerly known as Robinson Pro Wrestling. I’m not sure how he did it, but somehow Larry Gordon managed to get the fans to put pencil to paper and vote for some year end awards. I’m slightly curious as to how many of the ballots ended up with bite marks or drool on them.

The fans boo heavily, some thinking of throwing a bit of trash at Phoenix, but they decide they may hit Jenny and change their minds.

Rob Robinson: Of course, the real reason I’m here tonight, other than the fact that I got to travel on Larry’s dime, which used to be MY dime, is that I was voted the most hated man of 2010. Big surprise. The proof that you all hate me so much is that you voted for me, knowing that winning an award from the company formerly known as Robinson Pro would be like rubbing salt in my wounds.

Another round of booing, although they really haven’t stopped it just gets intensified.

Rob Robinson: Well, the jokes on you, suckers! An award is an award, it doesn’t matter where it came from! You weren’t sticking it to me by voting for me for most hated, what you were really doing was showing that even though you can’t stand me, I’m still the guy that everyone is talking about. You all may hate me, you may even want horrible things to happen to me, but in this business it doesn’t matter if you’re getting cheered or booed, just as long as people care one way or the other.

A “You Suck!” chant breaks out and Robinson turns around still soaking in the praise.

Rob Robinson: So to the fans of the former Robinson Pro Wrestling, thank you. Thank you for proving me right, despite yourselves. I said from the beginning that all I wanted to do was introduce this company to real wrestling and this award shows that I was more successful than I’d thought. I came to North Carolina and showed you all what a real wrestling star looks like and you all ate it up with a spoon.

Now a “We Love Rebel!”(clap. clap. clap clap clap) chant breaks out.

Rob Robinson: And finally, since my lawyer hasn’t been able, yet, to get me out of my contract, I can promise you all that I’ll be giving you plenty more to hate in 2011 and will begin by showing Marina Blue just why I am the Most Hated of 2010 later tonight. And even though I no

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longer own the company, I hope the entire roster will look to my leadership as I continuing guiding the company that used to be Robinson Pro… well, not into the future exactly, that would be too much too soon for you all. But at the very least into the mid-1990s! Thank you.

The fans are split, half are booing while the other half are chanting “Rebel Pro!” at Robinson’s retreating back.

~Commercial for Jacob’s Car Sales… There Ford Mavericks!”

We come back from commercial break to see Darth Zwart already standing in the ring ready for battle.

JENNY JERSEY: Already in the ring, he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… DARTH ZWART!

“Animals” hits up on the sound system as from the back comes Darth Zwart’s partner, Jaice Wilds. Jaice glad hands some fans on his way down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

JENNY JERSEY: Also already in the ring, the team of Jesse James Hank Williams and El Gato… the TEX MEX EXPRESS!

DING DING

Zwart pounds a fist right into El Gato’s mask sending him backwards, stumbling to remain on his feet. Darth Zwart heads right after him, stalking him as though he is Darth Vader on the Death Star.

BUBBA J:Use the Force man.

MIKEY MASSACREYou really believe this guy?

BUBBA J:Sure, why not?

Zwart lifts him up, gorilla press slam onto the concrete on the outside. Williams with a shoulder block doubles Wilds over, but Zwart is coming to help out his partner. Williams turns around, boot into the midsection of Zwart doubles him over momentarily. Williams ducks under bouncing off the ropes flying cross body sends Zwart over the top to the outside. Williams gets the crowd into it, but here comes Wilds with a leg lariat sending Williams over the top to land beside Zwart.

“Levitate yourself Darth One!”

Darth Zwart’s manager looks disgusted, not at his guy but at the fans in attendence who are not taking him seriously. Zwart rolls up to his feet, receiving a boot heel to the face from the flying Gato sending him stumbling back against the railing. Zwart comes out from the railing before turning and summoning the railing to him with a flick of his wrist.

BUBBA J:What the?

MIKEY MASSACREFirst time in Rebel, Zwart summons the railing to his hand.

BUBBA J:I think I’ve had too much to drink.

MIKEY MASSACREAnother first here in Rebel Pro fans.

Wilds pulls himself up onto the ropes before launching himself over the top rope to land on Gato’s shoulders. Gato spins around, but Wilds sends him flipping over to the railing. Williams comes to his partner’s aid with a fist to the face of Wilds knocking him backwards against the ring post. Williams with a clothesline that nearly knocks the post down, toobad for him Wilds falls out of the way just in time. Zwart swings the raling section, but Williams is able to move out of the way and tackle Zwart in the ringside area with a football tackle sending them both to the floor. Gato rolls up to his feet with a trashcan lid and swings it wildly connecting with Jaice’s skull sending him down against the ring apron.

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato putting that lid to good use.

BUBBA J:El Gato…(snicker) Gato… (snicker)

MIKEY MASSACREWhat?

BUBBA J:Wonder if he is gay.

MIKEY MASSACREHow much have you had to drink.

BUBBA J:Not enough… too much… damn it Mikey I don’t know.

Gato springs up to the apron, diving towards the rising Zwart catching him square in the face with a front kick sending him backwards into the railing again. Zwart rebounds with a fist, but Gato ducks under the blow and Williams is there with a belly to belly suplex sending Zwarrt over onto his head and neck. Williams gets up and begins to stomp a mudhole in Zwart’s body and then begins to walk it dry for him. Gato comes flying over, using his partner’s shoulder for added height and slamming into Wilds with a cross body that he turns into a tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACREWhat height from El Gato there.

BUBBA J:Does that mean… The Gay in Spanish?

Gato pulls Wilds up to his feet, but Jaice snaps him onto the concrete with a Northern Lights suplex; Gato rolls around holding at his back from the impact. Wilds stumbles forward for a bit holding at his head and shaking it. Wilds spins around as Willims lifts, or tries to lift Zwart up for a suplex, but the big Sith uses his weight and height advantage to bring Williams’ suplex back to Earth. Zwart summons a wrench from under the ring, nailing Williams with it.

BUBBA J:That is some serious shit Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACREZwart with a wrench shot to Williams’ head may have just put them out of commission.

Zwart walks past Williams staring down at Bubba J and Mikey.

BUBBA J:That sombitch took my damn beer!

Zwart crumples the can in his hand, sending beer flowing over his right hand, Bubba J staring up at him with hatred.

BUBBA J:I’m fixing to fix his ass.

MIKEY MASSACRENot during a match, sit your redneck ass back down.

Gato pulls himself up, but Zwart is there to slam his face into the corner post before rolling him into the ring. Wilds darts past him to leap up to the apron and flip over with a leg drop across Gato’s throat. Jaice Wilds makes the cover as Darth Zwart looks on under his mask.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Jaice Wilds and Darth Zwart!

~Commercial for Richard’s Pet Rocks, there a conversation piece~

We return from commercial to find Larry Gordon and the lovely Jenny Jersey standing in center ring. Gordon is holding a microphone while Miss Jersey is carrying a plaque.

LARRY GORDON: Well, you all know the next individual. I’ve watched him start off and not be so successful in the business and then slowly he began to grow more and more determined. The winner of the next award has stepped on a lot of toes over the past year, but as much as I hate to say it because of who he is, he is really the most improved and deserves this award. But, that does not mean I have forgotten what he has done to me and our company Rebel Pro, the most improved of 2010… The World Heavyweight Champion… “The Falcon” Jacob Venar!

The easy, acoustic opening riff of Escape the Fate’s “My Apocalypse” hits the speakers, but before long, the music explodes into the main riff, blaring over the PA as The Falcon bursts through the curtain, dressed in his black jeans and red and black tuxedo tee shirt, carrying his freshly won REBEL World Heavyweight belt over his shoulder. The fans boo him for all they’re worth, but the Falcon just ignores them, eyeing the ring with those dangerous red eyes as he approaches Gordon and Jersey. Eyeing Gordon carefully, the Falcon climbs through the ropes, walks over to Miss Jersey, takes the award and attempts to leave the ring. Gordon, however, informs him in no uncertain terms that he needs to say a few words, and with a snarl, the Falcon reluctantly accepts the microphone from Gordon. The music dies to further reveal the disapproval of the fans, and after a moment’s pause, the Falcon decides to speak.

THE FALCON: You know, the sooner you shut up, the sooner I can speak, the sooner I can leave.

The fans quiet down with another small pop of boos and the Falcon continues.

THE FALCON: You know, winning this award just goes to show that the plucky, underrated and underestimated Jacob Venar that I used to be is long gone. It’s proof in itself that the entire industry, let alone that locker room, had better start turning their heads. Because the Falcon that stands in front of you, the REAL World Heavyweight Champion, is no pushover anymore. I just ended the career of the Legendary Chris Casino inside a steel cage to take this title. All you people in the back need to do is decide who’s next.

The Falcon looks down at the award he has in his hand.

THE FALCON: I’m not gonna get into the whole bull shit respectfest thing that one might hope for in one of these acceptance speeches. I appreciate the company opening their (BLEEP)ing eyes and realizing that they’re dealing with a little bit more than a perennial loser. Sincerely. But appreciation is all they’re gonna get from me at this point.

The fans boo.

THE FALCON: You people act like this is such a big deal. What you people need to come to terms with is that none of this matters. It should come as no surprise to you people at this point. All that matters to me is that I continue to do what I do best competing in the sport that I love, the greatest sport in the world, for the company that gave me a home away from home. I’ll fight anyone, anytime, anywhere to get what I deserve. Chris Casino is gone like a fart in the wind because I killed his career. I am the World Heavyweight Champion because I am the best this company has to offer. If neither this award nor this belt is enough to prove that to you, I welcome any and all competition to try and fail as Chris Casino did to take from me what is rightfully mine.

The Falcon turns and begrudgingly shakes Gordon’s hand.

THE FALCON: I appreciate the award, Gordon, Jersey, and I hope the rest of you scum sucking free loaders enjoy the rest of your night.

The Falcon drops the mic, cuing up Escape the Fate and the boos from the crowd one more time as the Falcon heads up to the locker room, carrying each of his prizes.

VIA Megavision.

The screen comes to life and we see Chris Casino looking back at us! The crowd pops huge for ‘The Future’ and he shows us that cocky smirk of his. He’s seated at the bar of his nightclub and cradled in his lap is the award for the REBEL Wrestler Of The Year!

CASINO: Well, look what I got!

Casino holds up the trophy for all to see.

CASINO: Now I’m sure that some people, and by people I mean idjits like Jacob Venar will claim this was rigged but screw him! This is MY night and as far as I can see, the birdman is nowhere to be seen. It is a GREAT honor for me to receive this award. So many great talents have come through the promotion in the last year. Marcus Marion. JT Whiplash. Johnny Maverick. Hell even old Spykeman! (Casino smiles) But none of them are as good as me.

CASINO: In my 12 months with REBEL I won the World Title. Twice held the Tag Team Titles and held the Carolinas Title. Hell I even won the #1 Contenders Trophy in my first match for the company! Did anyone else have a year like that? I think not. But of course all of that pales to what I consider my greatest accomplishment. Helping save REBEL from that scum bag Rob Robinson. While others ran and hid, or worse, joined his cause, myself and a lone handful stood firm and re-took this promotion.

CASINO: Now as you all know I lost the cage match to Jacob and thus can no longer be a wrestler for REBEL. (a beat) My career inside the ring is pretty much over and to be honest, it kind of sucks. But in a way, I’m glad it happened because now I have more time to devote to my family and my business ventures. (pause) However…This is wrestling…And we all know NOTHING is forever in wrestling baby!

Casino laughs and places his award on the bar counter.

CASINO: Over the last five years I’ve given you fans ALL of me. You’ve loved me, hated me, stood by me when I went through some tough times and I thank each and every one of you. This past year in REBEL has been a real eye opener. I spent years calling this place nothing more than a ‘garbage fed’ but I was wrong. REBEL is the undisputed home of some of the toughest and baddest sons o’ bitches I ever had the privilege to fight. To all those who voted for me, to all those who had my back and to all those who simply came to the shows to see me get my ass kick or to see me kick some ass….I THANK YOU.

Casino bows in appreciation for the fans watching the video.

CASINO: Without you folks, there would be no REBEL. I love you all and please continue to support REBEL and it’s roster of talent. Well, except Jacob because he’s still a dick. Thank you!

Casino grabs his trophy and hoists it high overhead, smiling the entire time.

~Commercial for Ace’s Bonds, I’ll Lock You Up Suckah!~

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is one fall to a finish…..

‘The Final Countdown’ hits the PA and the crowd fill the building with their undivided hate at the masked man who steps out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Orlando, Florida and weighs in at 230 pounds…’The Phoenix’ Rob Robinson!!!!

Phoenix climbs into the ring and immediately has to duck and dodge as several items of trash are tossed at him.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

‘Slip It In’ pounds the sound system like an angry hammer and the building explodes!

JENNY JERSEY: She is your reigning REBEL Aggression Champion, hailing from North Hollywood, CA and weighing in at 123 pounds….Marina Blue!!!!

Blue emerges from the back, the Aggression Title strapped firmly around her petite waist and the pop is huge!

She sprints down to the ring, generic cialis comments slides inside under the bottom rope and quickly gets to her feet as the referee keeps Phoenix back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So here we go, non title match with Blue and Phoenix!

BUBBA J:I dunno ’bout you, but I’d love to show Marina my ‘Soupbone.’

MIKEY MASSACRE: From what I’ve heard you’d have to take a number!

Blue hands off the Title to the referee and he calls for the bell!

BUBBA J:Why do they even let Phoenix wrestle here after all he did to this place?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well Venar is our World Champ so I suppose we need all the ratings help we can get.

BUBBA J: Got that right, damn I wanted Casino to win last show… thought about kicking Venar’s ass again but my beer was more important.

The two tie up in the center of the ring and Phoenix snaps on a side head lock. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock. Marina makes her way to the ropes and gets a surprisingly clean break from the masked man. The two circle each other before once more going to lock up. Rob catches her coming in with a boot to the gut. Side headlock from Phoenix. Blue backs him into the ropes and shoots him off. Blue up and over with a leapfrog! A dropkick sends Rob to the mat on the rebound! Phoenix scrambles and pulls himself to his feet in a near corner. Blue is on him in an instant and monkey flips him out of the corner! Again Rob is quick to his feet, turns and drops a charging Blue with a vicious clothesline!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Blue can’t go power for power with Phoenix! She’ll have to rely on her speed to keep her in this!

BUBBA J:Man, watchin’ Blue in there is makin’ my pants tight.

Rob pulls Blue up, hooks her and snaps her over with a textbook snap suplex. Rob is up, hits the ropes and drops a leg across the face of the Aggression champion. Phoenix goes for a lax cover and Blue easily gets a shoulder up at the one count. Rob pulls Blue up and whips her into the ropes. Big back elbow drops Marina to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Elbow drop across the ample chest of Blue and the masked man looks to be having fun at the expense of the champ! Rob drags Blue to her feet and hurls her over the top rope. Blue hangs on and starts to skin the cat ala Shawn Michaels! Rob sees her and plants a boot to her face that sends her tumbling from the ring apron down to the floor! Rob struts around the ring as the fans voice their disapproval.

BUBBA J:Not to be racist, but I thought you had to be Mexican to wear a mask.

As Rob struts his stuff in the ring, Marina is busy pulling something out from under the ring! Phoenix reaches through the ropes, grabs a handful of Blues hair and tries to drag her back into the ring. Blue with a chairshot across the masked dome of Robinson! Phoenix staggers back into the ring as Blue, with chair in tow, climbs up to the ring apron. Blue hurls the chair at Phoenix and it bounces off his head with a satisfying thud! Springboard seated senton from Blue! She reaches back, hooks the leg and the referee is right there!

1!

2!

Rob kicks out!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She almost snuck in a win there!

BUBBA J: I’d like to sneak something in…

MIKEY MASSACRE: I just threw up in my mouth.

Marina hits the ropes and connects with an ax kick to a rising Phoenix that puts him back on the mat. Blue rolls Rob onto his back, places the chair on his chest and heads to the nearest turnbuckle. She springs to the top, smiles at her fans and hits Five Star Porn Splash onto both the chair and Phoenix! Blue rolls away clutching at her ribs as Phoenix shudders on the mat. Blue rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Phoenix!

1!

2!

Again Phoenix kicks out!

BUBBA J:I hope she didn’t rupture an implant with that move!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is all you think about is sex?

BUBBA J: Korn baby, Adidas!

Blue takes the battered chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Rob is getting to his feet and takes a stiff forearm to the head. Blue backs Phoenix into the ropes and whips him off. It’s countered as Phoenix reverses it and drop toe holds Blue down face first onto the open chair! Instead of a cover, Phoenix pulls a dazed Blue up and takes her up and over with a gut wrench side suplex. Phoenix takes a moment to regain his bearings as Blue fights to get to her feet. Blue pulls herself up using the ring ropes and takes a knee to the small of the back from Rob! Rob shoots her into the ropes and she uses the second rope to hit a springboard crossbody!

It’s countered into a powerslam from a waiting Phoenix!

This time the masked man goes for the cover!

1!

2!

Blue gets her shoulder up!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Almost! Rob nearly beat the Aggression champ in this non title match!

BUBBA J: Then he’d be in line for a title shot instead of… some other hot chick in Rebel Pro… Lizatanna!

Phoenix is up and in the face of the referee! Blue reaches out, grabs the chair laying on the mat and pulls herself up. Phoenix turns and catches the chair in mid air as Blue tosses it!

Dirt Pipe Milkshake from Maria Blue!!

Rob is down and Blue covers him!

1!

2!

3!

The referee calls for the bell as Blue rolls off Phoenix and out of the ring!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hey that looked kinda like a fast count….

BUBBA J:Don’t be tryin’ to start trouble with my future ex wife!

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

The fans explode as the referee rolls to the outside and raises the arm of Blue in victory! Back inside the ring, Rob is sitting up and yelling about a fast count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Even Phoenix thinks that count was a shade on the fast side.

BUBBA J:Well yeah, his ass lost.

The Phoenix gets to his feet and suddenly the lights start to flicker.

BUBBA J:What the….

The lights totally black out and a distorted slowed down version of ‘The Final Countdown’ hits the PA.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not sure what’s going on here folks…..

Boom! The lights come up and standing in the ring, a few feet away from Phoenix is…..The Phoenix!?

BUBBA J:Oh shit! Two of ‘em? I quit.

The man in the ring is the spitting image of Phoenix except for the colors on his wrestling gear. Where there is brightness on The Phoenix, there is only dark on this mystery man…A Dark Phoenix if you will.

Phoenix looks around and then points to the masked man and starts laughing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Phoenix, uh, the first one obviously not afraid of this newcomer.

BUBBA J: So, you see two of ‘em too?

The Dark Phoenix lashes out with a kick to the gut of Rob Robinson doubling him over! Cradle piledriver from this new masked man plants Phoenix in the middle of the ring! The crowd is shocked and just as quickly as it happened…..

The lights blink out for a moment, only to return.

Phoenix, alone in the ring. Laid out by a new enemy.

BUBBA J: With that fans… I’m off for a poker game and some more beer. Mikey, you down for a game of losing… I mean Texas Hold ‘em?

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Sure, wanna call it New Mexico Hold ‘em instead?

BUBBA J: No damn it, it is Texas Hold ‘em and if you don’t like it you can kiss my

{fade to Rebel Pro’s 2011 logo}

One Final Award

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Congratulations Brion and thanks man.

Unpleasantness 1-14-2011

"Rebel Pro written in the Confederate Flag look with strands of barbed wire surrounding it."

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back to open off the first show of 2011 is none other than Rebel Pro’s Owner Larry Gordon. As he makes his way down to the ring, he slaps the fans’ hands before stepping through the ropes and into the ring where he pulls a microphone from his back pocket.

“Howdy fans!”

The fans give him a big North Carolina welcome as he waits.

“Welcome to the first Rebel Pro event of 2011! The year of Rebel Pro!”

The fans give him another round.

“Now I know most of you may not trust me anymore, but let me assure you that I am here to stay and I did what I did inorder to show The Phoenix that just because he is one of the most celebrated individuals in Wrestling history that he can’t walk all over us because we are a regional promotion.”

Gordon looks around as fans boo The Phoenix.

“Because we are the best damn regional promotion in the world and nobody can say differently nor prove us wrong!”

The fans roar at that.

“And what better way to introduce you all to the best announce team, because both are former Rebel Pro Champions, both have shed blood inside this ring, and are two of the toughest people to ever step foot inside of a Rebel Pro ring… or any damn ring for that matter!”

He waits until…

“Alcohol hits up in the speakers and the crowd immediately begin to boo for this hated man in Rebel Pro history.

“Introducing one half of the Rebel Pro Announce team, he is a former two time Rebel Pro World Champion, Global Champion in PWA, and all around unpleasant guy…”

Bubba J flips him the bird before sitting down at the announce table.

“The Ragin’ Redneck… Bubba J!”

The fans do decide to give him some applause because they know from past experience that he is tough as nails.

“And now for his Announce Tag Team partner…”

“Heavy Metal Machine” hits up and the crowd roar their approval, because they know that if anyone can keep The Ragin’ Redneck in line it will be this man.

“I give you multiple time Champion here in Rebel Pro, once known as the Bearded Bastard, former member of FTC(boo), known enemy of the Extreme Elite(cheer), and Rebel Icon… Mikey Massacre!”

Mikey waves to the crowd before sitting down beside Bubba J at the announce booth.

BubbaJ: Bout damn time, you took plenty of it getting down here.

Mikey Massacre: Bubba J… shut up.

Bubba J: Damn, right on top of it ain’t ya Mikey boy?

Mikey Massacre: Lets get into our first match. Fans, Jenny is ready to announce the combatents.

The fans buzz in anticipation of the first match up of the night, uber excited for some epicacious REBEL Pro action. Because no music starts, the fans barely even notice the two strangely dressed individuals walk through the curtain and head for the ring. Darth Zwart, dressed in what appears to be a combination of three or four different science fiction costumes, followed closely by David Fiore, walks to the ring with a strange light in his eyes.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From Parts Unknown, weighing in at three hundred thirty one pounds… DARTH ZWART!

The massive Darth Zwart stalks his way to the ring as the fans around ringside just gawk at him. Soon, the massive Sith Lord finds his way into the ring and some music starts.

Bubba J: That right there is one dumb sumbitch.

Mikey Massacre: You calling someone dumb is like saying the kettle is black.

Bubba J: Huh?

Mikey Massacre: Exactly.

“I Hear the Voices” by Uriah Heep hits and the fans pop HUGE! Bobby Lee bursts out of the curtain looking a little suspicious at the massive cheering crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent! From Miller’s Trailer Park, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds! BOBBY LEE!

Bobby Lee climbs into the ring and stares wildly at the massive Darth Zwart, who is currently being helped out of his sci-fi attire by his manager, David Fiore. Once the massive Sith Lord is down to his all black attire and balaclava, referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell.

Bubba J: Here we go with the match up.

Mikey Massacre: Darth Zwart looks to both out weigh and be much taller than Bobby Lee by a ton.

For a few moments, Darth Zwart just stands there glaring through his ski mask at the jittery Bobby Lee as Jimmy Johnson tries to convince the two opposing sides to fight. Fiore laughs on the outside as Bobby Lee steps hesitantly toward his opponent. Bobby Lee gets within arm’s reach of Zwart, but Zwart doesn’t even flinch. Bobby stares up at him for a moment or two more, and then throws an ELBOW at the monster! The blow connects solidly with the big man’s chest but he doesn’t even move! Lee cowers back, expecting a counter, but none comes! The big man just stands as he has been, and glares at Bobby Lee! Bobby Lee inches closer, becoming more and more confident, and delivers ANOTHER elbow followed by two swift leg kicks! Bobby Lee backs off again, and Zwart doesn’t even flinch! A third time, Bobby Lee advances on his enigmatic, gigantic opponent, and SPRINGBOARDS off the ropes for a flying elbow–CAUGHT. ZWART hooks the leg of Bobby Lee and runs to center ring, hitting a DANGEROUSLY quick running single-leg POWERSLAM!

Bubba J: Damn what a powerslam!

Mikey Massacre: I was beginning to wonder if he was just made of concrete. Are you opening a beer?

Bubba J: Gordon said nothing about me not drinking on the job. Got these down at Hardcore Drinking where you can get a Bud Light 6-pack for only $6.50 while supplies last.

Mikey Massacre: Around you… that isn’t long.

Bobby Lee arches his back in pain as David Fiore laughs from the outside. Zwart hooks Bobby and picks him up, sending a couple of STIFF punches to his head before irish whipping him into the corner with TREMENDOUS power! Bobby Lee BOUNCES off the turnbuckle and slams against the mat, and he continues to favor that lower back! Zwart rolls Bobby over for an early cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Bubba J: Not even close Mikey.

Mikey Massacre: That was nearly three.

Bubba J: I mean I couldn’t drink a whole cooler of beer in one night, it’d take at least three and by then we’d get another shipment in.

And a BALLSY kick out by Bobby Lee at two and a half keeps this match going! Zwart stands, taking the injured Bobby Lee with him. Zwart whips Bobby into the ropes and hits him on the rebound with a CLOTHESLINE, NO ducked by the returning Bobby Lee! Bobby hits the opposite ropes and returns into a BACK BODY DROP, NO Bobby Lee rolls over the back of the monster and hits the ropes again! On the rebound, Bobby Lee returns, looking to do some damage, TAKES A HUGE BIG BOOT FROM THE MONSTER THAT TAKES HIM DOWN! Bobby is seeing stars — or… spaceships… — as Darth Zwart picks him up again, to nail him with a SICKENING pump handle slam! The lower back of Bobby Lee is beginning to turn REALLY red now! Smelling blood, Darth Zwart glares down at the fallen Bobby Lee with thirst for blood in his eyes.
Bubba J: Doesn’t look too good for Bobby Lee, I think that big sumbitch is a cannibal.

Mikey Massacre: Why you say that.

Bubba J: Cause he’s fixing to eat Bobby’s ass for lunch.

“LET’S GO VADER!” *clap clap clapclapclap* “LET’S GO VADER!” *clap clap clapclapclap*

Various crowd members laughing their asses off at this point are yelling things like “USE THE FORCE, DUDE!” and “CUT OFF HIS HAND!” or “LUKE, I’M YOUR FATHER!” along with “I’LL NEVER RULE THE UNIVERSE WITH YOU!” Yeah. They’re really having fun with this guy.

Mikey Massacre: They are taunting the big man.

Bubba J: I could whoop his ass and just might given the chance. Hey Mikey, want a beer? I’m not gonna give you one just wondering if you want one or not.

Zwart picks up Bobby Lee and hooks him for a SUPLEX. No… IT’S THE JACK HAMMER! THE DARK SIDE CONNECTS! Darth Zwart goes for the cover, Bobby Lee tries to wriggle out, but he’s got nothing left!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your WINNER! DARTH ZWART!

And the massive, terrifying, ridiculously-dressed Sith Lord Darth Zwart picks up a win in his debut here tonight! The fans applaud, having been more amused by this match up than anything else. Bobby Lee is helped up by Jimmy Johnson and the fans give him a nice ovation for a strong showing as well.
Bubba J: Darth Fart just won his first match here in handily fashion.

Mikey Massacre: Don’t you mean he won the match handily?

Bubba J: Ain’t that what I said?

~Commercial for Hardcore Drinking~

Jenny Jersey: Now its time for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship matchup…

“Oddaties” by ICP hits over the sound systems and there’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, with the cheers drowning out some of the booing going in the crowd. Shut Down and The Freak step out and begin handing out their gifts to the fans along front row. A happy fan holds up his “Bluegas” t-shirt, which shows Matthew Kurtis farting all over Jonathan Kurtis.

Bubba J: Got to get me one of those.

Mikey Massacre: Crude, but that is The Freak Show.

Shut Down and Freak Show stand in the ring now, turning their attention towards the entrance ramp. The Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 step out and get a huge pop from the crowd, all cheers, all sorts of cameras flashing as the fans snap up pictures of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions. Matthew and Jonothan quickly slide into the ring after handing off the tag titles and an all out brawl erupts!

DING DING DING

Jonothan charges Shut Down into the corner, and hits a rising knee into his gut. Freak hip tosses Matthew to the canvas and follows it up with a sturdy elbow drop to Matthew. Shut Down fights back and hits a roaring elbow to Jonothans face, sending one half of the tag champs staggering backwards. Shut Down spears Jonothan to the canvas as Matthew gets to his feet and knife edge chops Freak. Freak responds with an elbow to the head then a quick Russian leg sweep taking both men to the canvas. Jonothan hits an enziguri kick on Shut Down and turns his attention to his brother and Freak. He quickly rushes over and baseball slides right into The Freak’s face, sending him away from Matthew. Shut Down is on it as he tackles Matthew and Jonothan to the canvas as they get to their feet. The Bluegrass Mafia seem off their game somewhat as they try to regroup. The Freak and Shut Down now stand across from them, catching their breath.

Mikey Massacre: J-Kurt and Matthew seem to have something on their minds here tonight.

Bubba J: Well, they are pansies just like their over rated brother “The Blow” Chad Kurtis.

All four men rush each other. Shut Down applies a wristlock to Matthew Kurtis while Jonothan Kurtis quickly hits a double underhook DDT on The Freak that mesmerizes the crowd. Shut Down is reversed and Matthew locks in a waistlock on him as The Freak rolls to dodge a stomp down kick from Jonothan. The Freak uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet quickly and headbutts Jonothan as he comes at him. Shut Down is taken down as Matthew Kurtis plants him with a belly to back suplex, slamming Shut Down onto the back of his head and neck in devastating fashion.

Mikey Massacre: Damn what a shot from the big Matthew Kurtis.

Bubba J: How is it that there are two similar brothers in Chad and J-kurt, both suck and are shrimpy, but then you get this big tall turd Matthew? Honestly… I think mama Kurtis is a bit of a who….

Mikey Massacre: Look out there.

Jonothan grapples with The Freak near the ropes and whips him across the ring. The Freak comes back as he bounces off the ropes at the opposite end and hits a stunning dropkick on Jonothan Kurtis! Jonothan is vaulted out of the ring to the outside as Shut Down is getting to his feet. Matthew Kurtis goes after The Freak but Shut Down quickly grabs him from behind, puts him into a Full Nelson then suplexes him in return back to the canvas. The Freak gets out onto the apron and hits a leg drop onto Jonothan on the outside of the ring as Shut Down stomps down Matthew in the ring. On the outside The Freak picks Jonothan up and smashes his face against the railing seperating the fans from the action. Some fans smack The Freak and Jonothan on their backs as Freak smashes Jonothan again into the railing. Jonothan fights back, sending out an elbow into Freak’s mid section before smashing his face onto the railing. Jonothan whips The Freak into the corner post and Freak flips as he hits it head on with his shoulder. Matthew trips up Shut Down inside the ring and quickly gets to his feet to begin stomping down on Shut Down now.

Bubba J: Whoop his ass you little sumbitch!

Mikey Massacre: The fans may want to watch out slapping the wrestlers, in the heat of battle who knows what they could do out of reflex.

Shut Down grabs Matthews foot as it comes at him and pushes Matthew aside as Jonothan goes to work on The Freak on the outside. Jonothan follows it up with a quick elbow drop to the back of Freak’s head on the outside as Shut Down quickly gets to his feet and hits a vertical suplex on Matthew in the ring. He quickly hooks the legs!

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Bubba J: Close call there.

Mikey Massacre: Its as though Matthew and J-Kurt have their minds on something else here tonight.

Jonothan quickly slides into the ring and begins pummeling Shut Down in response to the pinfall attempt as Freak gathers himself outside the ring. Shut Down tries to block the shots from both Matthew and Jonothan as its all going on, while The Freak calmly slips into the ring. He rushes forward and grabs Matthew Kurtis, throwing a quick left hook then lifting him up and planting him down hard with a firemans carry slam. Shut Down gets to his feet as Jonothan tries to attack and Shut Down quickly dicks a running kick, and lifts Jonothan Kurtis up on his shoulders. The Freak heads to the top rope and comes off, landing onto Jonothan Kurtis and hitting a hurricanrana! Big Top Insanity! Matthew quickly tries to intervene but Shut Down clotheslines him right over the top rope as The Freak hooks the legs on Jonothan Kurtis!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Bubba J: New Tag Team Champs baby! Free drinks for me to celebrate.

Mikey Massacre: So generous.

Bubba J: I know, I know I’m a softy at heart.

Jenny Jersey: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… The Freak Show!

The Freak and Shut Down raise the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles high and celebrate in the ring as the new champs!

~Commercial for Rebel Pro Aggression January 21, 2011~

“Animals” hits up in the speaker system and out from the back comes the extreme hardcore high flying Brazilian himself slapping hands on his way to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil, he stands at five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice makes his way into the ring by flipping over the top rope and getting the crowd into this changed match.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock blares to life in the building and the fans go crazy for The Show! He walks from the back with the smile of confidence on his face. He looks out at the crowd and nods his appreciation.

JENNY JERSEY: He is from Paducah Kentucky but is now fighting out of Durham, NC, he stands at six feet three inches, weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is the man of a million nicknames, he is… THE SHOW

Bubba J: What a punk, too scared to ever fight me in a Rebel Pro ring, scared I was gonna mess his pretty little face up.

The crowd is going wild as Chad makes his way down to the ring where he slides in under the bottom rope. He holds his hands up high. then the right fist pump for victory. The crowd hasn’t sat down yet. He tosses the “The Show” retro shirt to a fan in the crowd before beginning to loosen up for the match.

DING DING

Mikey Massacre: Jaice is known for his extreme hardcore high flying, but Chad is known for his innovative offense, hard to create a game plan for either one.

Bubba J: I could kick either of their asses.

Collar and elbow tie up, Jaice with a float behind into a hammerlock. Chad rolls forward flipping Jaice over him onto the canvas right at the ropes. Jaice kips up to his feet-Shawn Michaels style and Chad seems impressed. Collar and elbow tie up again, Chad with a go behind into a hammerlock, into a side headlock, Jaice shoves Chad into the ropes. Chad rebounds, leap frogs over the lowered Jaice Wilds, hits the ropes and turns. Jaice is there with a clothesline sending Chad flipping over the ropes to the ring’s apron. Chad holds onto the top rope, slides in under Jaice, spin kips up to his feet, belly to back positon and lifts Jaice into the air. Jaice flips backwards landing on his feet, Chad turns to face him, both men nod at each other.

Mikey Massacre: Excellant moves so far from both men.

Bubba J: This is bori… holy shit!

Jaice just tied up with Chad Kurtis in an arm lock, Chad flipped over, twisted around and somehow hooked Jaice into an armlock of his own. Chad chains into a wristlock,jumps into the air over the outstretched arm, falls down on the crook of the elbow twisting the arm into a modified arm hammerlock using his legs. Jaice falls down to the canvas, pushes with his feet and grabs Chad’s head with his other arm and spins them both around sending Chad down to the canvas with a spinning DDT. Jaice kips back up to his feet holding his arm and trying to get the feeling back in that extremity. Jaice hits the ropes, baseball slide into the rolling Chad Kurtis, who manages to avoid most of the contact. Chad pulls himself up to his feet, ducks under a clothesline attempt and wraps himself on Jaice’s shoulders. Chad has his legs wrapped around Jaice’s right arm and his arms wrapped around his left arm. Jaice falls back as if for a Somoan drop, but Chad rolls on through, using Jaice’s momentum against him, and his head slams into the canvas. Jaice’s shoulders are on the canvas for a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Jaice rolls over bridging until the pain on Chad’s neck is unbearable and he breaks the hold. Jaice wastes no time in springing to the top rope flipping backward with a moonsault that lands on the upturned knees of Chad Kurtis. Jaice grunts as all of his oxygen is forced out of his lungs and Chad is on his feet quickly pulling Jaice back up to his. Jaice whipped into the ropes, Chad follows behind. Jaice springs to the middle rope with a back elbow catching Chad in the forehead with the unprotected elbow. Chad falls to one knee. Jaice spins around nailing Chad in the same exact spot with a spinning heel kick. Chad falls to the canvas on his back.

One…

Two…

Th–NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up before the count of three to keep the match alive one more second. Jaice seems frustrated, but who wouldn’t be frustrated at not being able to pin The Show?

Mikey Massacre: Jaice Wilds taking it to the veteran of Rebel Pro here in the match.

Bubba J: Where is the hardcore that Rebel Pro is known for? This is some boring shit, back in my day…

So far these two are keeping it clean inside the ring, no weapons being involved and the fans are loving the match never the less. Jaice nods as he whips Chad into the ropes. Chad jumps, both legs going through the top and middle rope. He grabs the top rope, spins around as he ducks under the top rope nailing Jaice in the midsection with an awesome looking kick that sends Jaice doubling over catching his breath. Chad spins back outside the ring, climbs to the top rope, on the ropes not using the turnbuckle, and flips over Jaice with a sunset flip and another cover here in this match.

One…

Two…

Thr–NO! Chad is forced off of the pin by Jaice’s authoritive kick-out. Chad is surprised, but for that matter so is Jaice.

Bubba J: Come on, bring out some damn weapons you pansies!

Mikey Massacre: The fans are loving this straight forward contest, weapons or not.

Chad with a forearm shot to Jaice’s forehead backing him into the corner.

Bubba J: Chad Kurtis may be the innovator of offense here in Rebel Pro, but with so many damn Kurtises one of them has to do crazy shit to stand above the rest of the herd.

Mikey Massacre: Whether hardcore or not, Chad Kurtis is one of the toughest men I’ve ever been inside the ring with.

Chad climbs up the turnbuckle mounting Jaice for the ten punches that the crowd so loves. Jaice grabs Chad around the waist before he can deliver the first punch and a massive spinebuster slams Chad’s back into the canvas. Jaice spedily through the ropes flipping frontwards with a 360 degree splash that connects solidly and he hooks the leg for a cover.

One…

Two…

Thr–NO! Chad rolls up a shoulder just in the instant before the count of three, although he seems to be holding at his chest.

Mikey Massacre: Jaice is getting to Chad as he is moving slower and slower.

Bubba J: Jaice Wilds is putting The Show through his paces here, a chance I never got in Rebel Pro because Chad wears panties instead of big boy underwear.

Jaice pulls Chad back up to his feet, locks his wrist in a wristlock and walks backwards up the ropes. Jaice balances himself on the top rope as he walks, leaping into the air, he quickly locks in an arm scissors slamming Chad into the mat into a submission hold. The referee nearly slides out of the ring to check on Chad’s condition. Chad is refusing to give up that easily, he is determination personified. The Show clutches at his chest once again and seems to be getting whiter and whiter as the color is draining from his face. Chad grabs the bottom rope, but to Rebel Pro rules indicate that no rope breaks have to be acknowledged. Chad pulls himself to the second rope, Jaice Wild holds on for dear life. Chad to the top rope, sweating and determined, Jaice flips backwards sending Chad rolling. Jaice falls back to the canvas, Chad lands on his feet, charging at the rising Jaice Wilds. Jaice back drops Chad over the top rope, Jaice hits his knees, the toll of the high intensity of facing Chad Kurtis getting to him. Chad lands on the apron, springs to the top rope, comes down with a flipping leg drop that sends Jaice’s face into the canvas. Chad makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Thr–NO! Jaice still has enough in the tank to kickout before three. Chad is still impressed with this guy, pulling him back up to his feet, body slamming him in the middle of the ring. Chad yells out to the crowd, who yells back in return. Chad runs up the corner and launches himself backwards with the Best Moonsault Ever landing directly and squarely on top of Jaice Wilds. Hooking the leg, he is ready for another cover.

One…

Two…

Thr–NO! Jaice able to kick out again.

Mikey Massacre: Chad with yet another near fall here in this match.

Bubba J: Ask me if I really care.

Chad pounds his chest with a fist before he bends down. Jaice pulled up to his feet, Irish whipped into the ropes, Chad hits the canvas, Jaice leaps over. Chad back up to his feet, flat on his back, Jaice returns, Chad shoves him up into the air with his feet and Jaice flips over him to land on his feet? Jaice lands on his feet, Chad is astounded, but quickly recovers. Wilds charges back, Chad ducks under the clothesline, hooking the arm and sending Wilds down to the canvas with a DDT. But wait, no, Jaice was able to block the DDT and shove Chad down to the canvas first allowing him to absorb much of the impact. Jaice flips on over with a one handed handstand, landing near the ropes. Modified springboard to the sitting up Chad Kurtis, leg hook and a cover.

One…

Two…

Thre–NO! It was only two and three fourths, that close. Chad manages to roll up just in time.

Mikey Massacre: Chad giving it all, but is that… There is Stephanie coming down to ringside for some reason.

Bubba J: What is she doing down here? Chad never lets her come to ringside, but she appears to have been crying.

Jaice up, whipping Chad backwards into the turnbuckle, he quickly climbs through the ropes to the top turnbuckle where he sits on the top turnbuckle behind Chad Kurtis. Wilds synches in a inverted facelock, leaping forward he somersaults turning the inverted facelock into a three quarter facelock; sitting out, he slams Chad’s jaw into his shoulder finishing off a Diamond Dust. Jaice hooks the leg with another cover.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING DING

Jaice gets up, unable to believe that he got a victory over Chad Kurtis in one of his first matches here in Rebel Pro. Jimmy holds his hand up high and as Jaice turns around to shake Chad’s hand his big smile quickly grows a bit alarmed as Chad Kurtis still isn’t moving. The fans are hushed. Chad is still laying on the canvas, seeming to struggle for breath. Jimmy wastes no time in ordering the EMTs to come down to the ring as he kneels down beside Chad to check and see if he is breathing. The paramedics rush down, sliding the board into the ring to get Chad up onto it as quickly as possible. Jaice, Jimmy, Bubba J, and Mikey immediately begin taking off the bottom and middle ropes for easier access to leaving. The EMTs slide Chad out of the ring and onto the stretcher as Stephanie runs along side of Chad, tears running down her face; as well as that of the fans in attendence.

Bubba J: I am not a Chad Kurtis fan Mikey, but I hate to see that happen to anyone.

Mikey Massacre: Chad did not look good at all, but folks he was breathing; let me repeat that Chad Kurtis was breathing.

Bubba J: Yeah, we’ll let you know his status as soon as we can; although Mikey his wrestling days may be over from the look on his face when they rolled him out.

Mikey Massacre: Only time will tell, but fans as I’m sure Chad Kurtis would have wished, the show must go on.

~Best of Rebel Pro 2010 DVD box set on sale now!~

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the vacant REBEL Aggression Championship and it will contested under Ladder Match Rules!!!

The crowd pops big time and the camera does a tight shot on the championship belt hanging 15 feet above the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first….

“Hell of a Life Instrumental” by Kanye West hits the PA.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Belleville, Illinois and weighing in at 323 lbs….Vintor Otis!!!

The huge man makes his way from the back towards the ring. The fans aren’t sure of what to make of this huge REBEL rookie.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“Slip It In” by Black Flag hits and the crowd comes back to life!

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

The former princess of porn emerges from the back to a huge pop from the REBEL faithful!

Bubba J: Man, the things I’d like to do to her tight ass.

Mikey Massacre: You do realize you are on television… right?

Bubba J: If people want to watch, then they can buy a ticket for the show. Marina don’t mind people watching and if she don’t, I reckon I don’t either.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponent….

“Chaos Path” by Arcturus hits the PA and again a hush falls over the crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Jefferson City, Missouri and weighing in at 205 lbs….’Dazzing’ Derrick Figgins!!!

Derrick steps out from the back toting his own ladder and makes his way towards the ring.

The camera pans around the ring and we see several ladders laying here and there ready to be put to use. All three wrestlers are in the ring and the referee calls for the bell!

Mikey Massacre: Here we go!

Derrick bum rushes Otis and eats a stiff clothesline! Blue bails to the outside as the big man pulls Derrick off the mat and shoot him into the ropes. A gorilla press into a slam from Otis! On the outside, Blue picks up a ladder and shoves it into the ring before climbing up onto the ring apron.Otis yanks Derrick back to his feet just in time for both men to get hit with a springboard double dropkick from Blue! Derrick hits the mat but the big man is simply staggered. Blue rolls to her feet, ducks under a clothesline and lands a low dropkick to the knee of the big man! Otis drops to one knee and Blue hits the ropes taking the big man to the mat with a hurricanrana on the rebound! Blue is back to her feet and the fans are solidly behind her as she grabs the ladder on the mat and sets it up under the dangling title belt!

Bubba J: Did you see the size of her jugs? I mean hubba hubba hubba!

Mikey Massacre: When did you start drinking?

Bubba J: When I was about twelve.

Mikey Massacre: No, I mean today.

Bubba J: When I popped the top.

Mikey Massacre: What time?

Bubba J: This morning? Honestly, I can’t remember.

Blue starts climbing the ladder but Derrick is there to yank her off. Forearm shot from Derrick snaps the head of Blue back. Another stiff forearm shot! Blue suddenly shoves Derrick away and connects with a superkick! The move spins Derrick around and right into the hands of the monstrous Otis! Chokeslam from Otis leaves Derrick twitching on the mat! Blue tries to rush up the ladder but is yanked down by Otis. Blue is shot into the ropes and is flattened by a shoulder block. Otis turns to the ladder, folds it up and simply pushes it over onto the mat. Blue is getting back to her feet and takes a boot to the side of the head that drops her. Otis stands over the two fallen wrestlers and the fans big him a hearty rounds of boos. Blue is scooped up by Otis and slammed onto the ladder! She rolls away clutching at her lower back. Derrick is getting up and finds a meaty hand wrapped around his throat once more!

Bubba J: He is one big sumbitch, wonder if he is as retarded as Matthew Kurtis?

Mikey Massacre: I wouldn’t know, although he may give you a run for your money in that department.

Otis tries for another chokeslam but eats a trio of hard elbow shots to the side of the head! Bulldog onto the ladder from Derrick leaves the big man glassy eyed! Derrick starts to celebrate and turns just in time to get caught with a springboard seated senton from Blue! Marina lays in a trio of right hands to Derrick for good measure before rolling out of the ring to retrieve another ladder. Blue shoves a second ladder into the ring and slides in after it. Otis is getting back to his feet and Blue hits a spinning side kick to the back of his head before he can get back to his feet. Blue sets up the second ladder and starts to climb at the REBEL fans cheer her on! Otis is getting back to his feet and Blue stops her climb. Otis is up, turns and Blue launches herself off the ladder with a moonsault! Otis catches her in mid air, hoists her up onto his shoulder and drills her with a snake eyes into the near corner!

Bubba J: Are you saying that I’m retarded?

Mikey Massacre: Let me check… yup sure am.

Bubba J: Why you brass little bastard.

Mikey Massacre: That’d be Bearded Bastard to you.

Bubba J: Good one.

Otis glances at the ladder but instead of climbing it he rolls out of the ring. On the outside, Otis rips back the ring skirt and pulls a table out from under the ring getting a huge pop! He sets the table up outside as a loud ‘We Want Tables’ chant echoes through the building! Otis climbs back into the ring and sees that Derrick has gotten to his feet. Bad move Derrick. A boot to the gut doubles over Derrick and Otis hooks up the smaller man. Otis hoists Derrick up, takes a running start at the ring ropes and nails a Awesome Bomb through the table on the outside! A loud, yet happy, ‘Holy Shit!’ chant breaks out and the big man has just earned a spot with the REBEL crowd! EMTs rush out from the back and start checking on the unmoving Derrick as he lays on the floor surrounded by a shattered table. Otis is looking at handiwork and never sees Blue sneak up behind him. Low blow from Blue! Blue turns Otis around and takes him to the mat with a DDT!

Bubba J: That is going to hurt his nuts for a while. She knows how to grab ‘em and how to jab ‘em.

Mikey Massacre: Otis won’t be singing bass tonight.

Bubba J: He can sing?

Blue heads towards the ladder and starts climbing! Otis sits up and crawls his way to the ladder. Blue reaches up to grab the belt but is stopped when Otis grabs her leg and starts

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to pull her down! Blue is hanging on for dear life and with one hand digs something out of her jean shorts pocket. Otis tries to climb up to yank Blue off the ladder when he gets a facefull of pepper spray! The big man falls to the mat clutching at his face in agony as Blue scampers up the ladder and grabs the belt!

Bubba J: My girl won, fuck yeah!

Mikey Massacre: Marina with a hard fought victory here tonight.

Bubba J: She deserves a beer and for that matter… so do I.

The referee calls for the bell as Blue poses on top of the ladder with the REBEL Aggression Title held high above her head!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew REBEL Aggression Champion…Marina Blue!!!!

~Commercial for Rebel Pro “Winter Blast 2011″ February 4, 2011 Grady Cole Center~

“Smooth” hits up in the speakers and that can only mean one thing…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the main event of the evening and introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada; he stands at five feet eleven inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… “CHRIS CASINO!”

Casino looks taken aback at the huge amount of cheering going on for him and tentatively
puts his arms out for slaps as he makes his way down and into the ring.

“Anthem For The Underdog” means only one thing, Jacob Venar steps out from the back holding his fist high as though he has already won. The crowd lets him know otherwise though as they are bo oing heavily at “The Falcon”.

Jenny Jersey: From British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches while weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… “The Falcon” JACOB VENAR!”

Jacob steps up the steps and into the steel cage, glaring at Casino the entire time.

DING DING

Bubba J: Here we go Mikey with the Main Event of the night.

Mikey Massacre: Bubba J, you’ve been in the ring with Jacob; how do you prepare for him.

Bubba J: By drinking beer and twelve ounce curls.

Collar and elbow lockup in the center of the ring, Casino behind Jacob with a rear waistlock. Jacob breaks the hands apart spinning around but Casino has this scouted as he lifts Venar up taking him down with an atomic drop. Jacob stumbles into the ropes, Casino following quickly after him intending on a cage slam. Venar springs to the middle rope up and over Casino sending him face first into the cage with a standing dropkick. Jacob grabs the face of Casino, dragging him across the barbed wire steel to try and open up his pretty face early on in the match. Casino slams an elbow into Jacob’s midsection before spinning around with a roundhouse punch. Jacob avoids the blow taking Casino down face first with a single arm DDT. Jacob rolls over and up to his feet, bouncing off the ropes with a leg drop onto canvas as Casino rolls out of the way quickly. Chris is up to his feet dodging a leg lariat attempt kicking Jacob in the back of the skull with a superkick. Jacob’s throat lands across the top rope, Casino runs along the top rope, dropping down onto the top rope, but Jacob moves and Casino effectively crotches himself.

Bubba J: Well that Monique won’t be gettin’ any lovin’ tonight Mikey.

Mikey Massacre: Very doubtful Bubba J, very doubtful.

Bubba J: Bet Casino’s got blueballs for a totally different reason.

Mikey Massacre: Very crude Bubba J, very crude.

Bubba J: I hear an echo.

Jacob rams the side of Casino’s head into the steel cage before causing the rope to bounce up and down further hurting Casino’s dice. Jacob with a stunning back elbow shot takes Casino off the rop and down to the corner. Jacob with a running knee slams right into Casino’s face reddening his forehead tremendously. Jacob says something to Casino as he pulls him up into a vertical position. Casino drops Jacob face first onto the turnbuckle causing Venar to stumble back and hold at his mouth. Casino springs from the corner taking Venar down with a clothesline and to the canvas. Casino stomps away at Venar’s head, but Jacob rolls over to protect his face lashing out with a right hand into Casino’s midsection. Casino stumbles back from the blow and Venar presses his advantage by launching himself at Chris. Chris ducks helping to launch Jacob into the steel cage face first. Jacob comes stumbling back, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead.

Bubba J: And we have the first blood of the match.

Mikey Massacre: But definitely not the last.

Casino digs his fingernails into the wound trying to spread it apart and create more of a blood flow. Jacob thumbs Casino in the eyes, which is perfectly legal in Rebel Pro and Casino drops the attack. Casino is wiping at his eyes, trying to clear them so that he can see. Jacob with a running enzeguri takes Casino down onto the middle rope. Jacob off the opposite ropes, leaping up into the air and coming down on Casino’s back slamming his throat into the rope. Jacob bounces up and down like a kid on a trampoline, causing Casino to choke and gag for air. Casino with a desperation shove gets Jacob off his back and he falls to the canvas holding at his throat.

Mikey Massacre: I thought Gordon had a Special Guest Referee in mind for this match.

Bubba J: Oh yeah, I forgot.

Bubba J leaps up, removing his “Hardcore Drinking” shirt to reveal a sleeveless referee shirt. Bubba J takes his steel chair and tosses it over the barbed wire at the top and into the ring. Bubba J looks inside the ring and decides there isn’t enough hardcore as he tosses in a few more chairs and decides to bring a table in with him as well.

Mikey Massacre: What? Well, there is one man that Rebel Pro could never control.

Bubba J steps into the cage, shutting and padlocking the door behind him before sitting down the table and grabbing a steel chair. Jacob comes over yelling at Bubba J, who just looks unimpressed before pointing behind Jacob; who doesn’t bite on the advice. Bubba J steps back as Casino comes around Jacob, driving him face first through the table with a bulldog. Bubba J looks down at the table and two wrestlers.

Bubba J: Now, where am I supposed to sit my beer?

Neither man cares as they roll back up and begin to exchange right hands like it is the beginning of the match. Casino ducks under sending his shoulder into Jacob’s midsection, but Venar rolls on over and up to his feet. Casino spins around, but the roundhouse from Jacob sends him spinning down to one knee. Jacob off the ropes, Shining Wizard takes him onto the canvas this time. Jacob looks over at Bubba J, who is sitting there drinking a beer, calmly watching the match unfold.

Mikey Massacre: I do believe this is a first here Rebel Pro fans, the first time that a referee has sat in the cage drinking beer while two men fight it out for the Rebel Pro World Title.

Jacob slams a knee into Casino’s face while he sits in the corner. Chris shakes his head back and forth while Jacob picks up a steel chair that Bubba J tossed in. Bubba J looks approvingly at the use of the weapon as he takes a swallow from the beer. Jacob winds up and swings connecting solidly with Casino’s cranium with a solid thunk knocking Casino’s head back until it touches the middle turnbuckle.

Mikey Massacre: Jacob Venar with a homerun puts his team up one to nothing.

Jacob looks at the booing crowd before winding up with a second smash. He brings the chair down, but Casino counters by shoving both feet into the path of the chair sending it back into Venar’s red eyed face. Venar stumbles back, that wound on his forehead bleeding a bit more from the steel chair kiss. Casino gets up and there is a small river of blood coming from under his hairline. Casino goes right after Venar, but Jacob catches him with a hiptoss. Casino goes on over, springing on the top rope to bounce back over connecting with a tornado DDT that sends Jacob’s head right into the steel chair. Casino gets up, pulling Jacob up to his feet pounding him in the cheek and mouth with forearm and elbow shots to rock his head around like a balloon. Casino mounts him in the corner.

Mikey Massacre: Casino is one tough man to face when he isn’t angry, but now that he is thoroughly pissed off… if I were Venar, I’d watch out.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Jacob shoves backwards, but Casino manages to grab him in a front facelock, taking him to kiss the steel chair once again. Casino rolls over, heading over to the cage wall and begins to climb up the side of the cage. Jacob shoves up as the roar of the crowd rises when Casino reaches half-way. Jacob leaps to the top rope and up to grab Casino’s ankle as he is fixing to go over the top. Casino kicks out, but Jacob has his hands wrapped in the cage to prevent him falling and is doing his best to climb up the cage to confront Casino up top. Casino hooks his arms in the top of the cage, refusing to fall from his chance to win the Rebel Pro World Title. Bubba J looks up as Venar climbs up beside Casino, both men beginning to exchange blows as they have one arm and leg locked into the cage.

Mikey Massacre: I’ve fallen from the top of a cage, it isn’t going to fill good if they do.

Jacob slips, but has a hold of Casino’s head. Both men continue to exchange fists on the top. Casino slips, Jacob still has him in the headlock. Casino with a kidney shot, Jacob releases the headlock out of reflex, but Casino catches the arm pulling him down as they both fall!

Mikey Massacre: Holy hell!

Casino slams onto the canvas shoulder first, but Venar is in the same boat except for the fact he fell on his left shoulder and Casino on his right. Bubba J looks over, impressed but just cracks another beer letting these two men damn near kill each other.

Mikey Massacre: You’ve got to check and make sure they are alive Bubba J!

Bubba J looks over, as though he heard Mikey and just shakes his head. Venar is the first to begin rising up to his forearms at least, but Casino is close behind him. Both men are wearing crimson masks now and fighting through exhaustion in order to be the Rebel Pro World Champion. Casino dives at Venar, Jacob ducking under getting Casino on his shoulders. Venar spins around with an airplane spin, but Casino catches his feet on the ropes halting the spin and Jacob loses his prey. Casino falls to the mat, up with a quick standing dropkick. Venar turns around, just in time to avoid the dropkick and rush forward with a spear. Casino leaps over the spear and to the top rope, but Jacob turns around as he misses Casino. Chris leaps from the top rope with a hurricanrana and Venar catches him with a sit-out powerbomb onto the broken table halves. Venar rolls over and makes the cover, but Bubba J refuses to count.

Mikey Massacre: What is that redneck doing?

Bubba J points to the side of the cage, not to the door, indicating that Venar must go up and over the top in order to win the match. Venar is furious and heads to the corner where he begins to climb slowly up to the top. Casino rolls over to his knees and watches as Venar is about a quarter of the way up from the turnbuckles and on his way to victory. Casino shoves up, grabbing a full beer from Bubba J and hurling it right at the back of Venar’s head.

Mikey Massacre: What a shot, he nails Venar in the back of the skull.

Jacob slips, but manages to catch himself and look around at Casino who is climbing up right after him. Casino drops the steel chair he is holding in favor of using both hands to climb up.

Mikey Massacre: Both men hanging from about half-way up and neither is giving a damn inch here!

Both men slip, both men crotch themselves, both men are in pain and even the pain addicted Venar has to wish that he wasn’t feeling that type of pain. Casino, falls into the ring, holding himself even closer as it is the second damn time he’s had that happen this match. Casino is gagging from the pain and Venar is leaning up against the cage for support.

Mikey Massacre: All the men here tonight, can literally feel their pain right now.

Jacob manages to turn himself and begin a very slow climb back towards the top of the cage, moving extremely gingerly. Casino looks up at Jacob’s slowly retreating form and seems to ponder if he can and if it is worth it. Casino nods to himself before shoving up to go after Venar.

Mikey Massacre: Venar and Casino showing that they are willing to do nearly anything to be World Champ and fans let me tell you, that is a grand place to be.

Casino is moving up behind Venar as Jacob goes to round the top of the cage to drop down. Casino catches the ankle, pulling downwards and letting all of his weight pull Venar down!

Mikey Massacre: Here they go…

Jacob slams both boots into Casino’s head!

But Casino has the presence of mind to maintain his grip, until his head slams into the ringpost sending up a small spray of crimson as he does so. Bubba J looks over, nodding and flicking Venar the bird. Jacob glares at Bubba J before climbing back up the cage, slowly and leaving the broken bloody form of Casino laying there with his eyes closed. Jacob holds to the side of the cage as he looks over the crowd and then slowly tosses one leg over the top and begins his climb down. He stops half-way and looks at Casino still laying there unmoving, but still breathing.

Mikey Massacre: Casino is out cold and Venar is there trash talking him.

Venar is mouthing something that we can’t hear over the booing of the crowd, but he drops down to the floor.

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Champion…. Jacobbbbbbbbbb Vvvvvvennnnnnnnar!

Mikey Massacre: I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! Jacob Venar has done what no one thought he could do and won the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title.

Jenny Jersey walks over, handing the belt to Venar, who just looks down at it before holding it up high for the crowd to see. Jacob isn’t finished though as he climbs back up the side of the cage, the belt held over his right shoulder.

Mikey Massacre: What is he doing?

Venar stands on the corner of the cage, as high as he can get, and holds the belt up high looking down on everyone. The camera slowly fades into the 2011 Rebel Pro logo and then to black.

Best of Rebel Pro 2010 DVD 3 of 3

Juggernauts, Bitch! vs Cash And Ass
Prove Your Worth 2010
09-03-2010

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back and here is the Tag Team Title match up that we’ve all been waiting for.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go with the second of three title matches tonight Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, sleeper number two, although Grandpa Gary nearly getting wrestlecized in the last match was a high point for me.

Casino with a right rocking Johnny back. Here comes Jacob though with a swift kick to Dr. Tittylover’s ribs sending hiim into the ropes. A back body sends Casino out.

He lands on the apron, grabbing Johnny in a rear facelock. He lifts, Johnny fights, but manages to turn in mid-air. He lands on the inch behind Casino, Chris begins to fire elbows from side to side to stop Johnny. Maverick wraps his arms around Casino’s waist. He just lets gravity take over.

COREY TAYLOR: Casino’s head just slammed into the concrete, he may have dented it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think his skull will be fine.

COREY TAYLOR: Skull?! I’m talking about the concrete!

Johnny rolls back into the ring, time for a little double team action. Tittylover pounds his fists in rapid succession into Jacob’s ribs in the corner.

PIMP SLAP!

Jacob’s head rocks back on his neck, DT going for another. Maverick lifts up, hand caught and DT turns around.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a headbutt from Johnny!

Dr. Tittylover’s head rocks back to meet Jacob’s oncoming head.

Headbutt sandwich!

DT may be busted open, too early to tell right now. Maverick with an Irish whip sends DT running into the corner. Maverick whips his partner Jacob Venar who launches with a scissor kick right to DT’s mouth causing him to bounce out of the corner thanks to the impact. Johnny off the ropes with a springboard bulldog and DT is down on the canvas.

Double cover!

One…

Two…

Casino pulls Jimmy Johnson out of the ring, shaking his finger in his face. Johnson just shrugs his shoulders, no DQs here so it is perfectly legal. Casino rolls into the ring, ready for both Juggernauts. Casino with a right, Johnny with a left, Jacob with a left right combo. Casino avoids Johnny’s blow by swaying towards Venar and accepts the left and right in quick succession.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino making a sacrifice.

Casino in Jacob’s reach now and letting him know it with firey rights into the ribs. Maverick launches a kick into the ribs, but Casino just falls down the kick connects with Venar. Maverick looks up, shrugging as Jacob nods that he knows it was Casino’s fault. Chris looks up, and smiles?

COREY TAYLOR: WATCH OUT!

DT with a steel chair to the back of Venar’s head sends hin into Johnny’s arms. DT doesn’t wait though as he swings the chair again, Casino similtaneously kicks him right in the thigh from his down position. Maverick falls back from the double team move and is in the ropes. Maverick bounces back, but the next shot sends Maverick over the top to the outside. DT doesn’t wait though as he continues the steel chair shots on the down Venar. Casino launches himself from the top turnbuckle with a shooting star press onto Maverick on the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GAWD what a move!

COREY TAYLOR: It connects, but Casino may have hurt himself.

DT has Venar in the corner stomping a pimptastic mudhole into his body, but Casino has the ultimate weapon outside.

COREY TAYLOR: What is… that?

ROB MARTINEZ: Not that, please not that!

Casino has a homemade video playing of Chyna matches!

The crowd are shrieking in fear and disgust, Johnny goes slack jawed and his eyes are glassy. DT turns to Casino, shaking his head, perhaps even he wouldn’t go that far. Venar slams his head into DT’s midsection before pulling himself up in the corner. Right, he shifts his feet, left. Jacob is dancing like Ali as he dances while jabbing rights and lefts into DT’s head and ribs. DT falls back. Venar runs up the corner…

FLYING ROUNDHOUSE!

COREY TAYLOR: DT may be decapitated!

Venar doesn’t check to see, he leaps over the top rope with a diving plancha that sends Casino sprawling and his IPOD sliding to the feet of the announcer’s table.

COREY TAYLOR: That IPOD isn’t cheap Venar better return it!

ROB MARTINEZ: He didn’t steal it.

COREY TAYLOR: And he’d better not!

Venar stomps down on the chest and ribs of Casino while Johnny still sits there dazed and drooling from boredom and fear. Jacob slaps him hard to bring hiim around.

It works as Johnny shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and crawls for the IPOD. He lifts it up, pausing the match before crawling back to Casino.

MAVERICK: You like her so much!

Johnny holds the screen close to Casino’s face while Jacob makes him watch her try to wrestle. Casino shakes his head from side to side, but Venar and Maverick make his head stay still.

COREY TAYLOR: He is getting exactly what he deserves.

ROB MARTINEZ: Just who are you pulling for?

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t know, I’m so… I’m so… I’m so torn!

Corey screams with the torment of who he wants to win, forget him supposing to be unbiast. The match is over and Maverick goes to toss the IPOD away, but a new image pops onto the screen. A broad smile crosses his face as he turns the screen back to Casino. The image causes Casino’s eyes to roll back into his skull and Venar passes out. Maverick looks back down to make sure of something.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick passes out!

COREY TAYLOR: What could be that horrible?

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is fixing to find out.

He stumbles over to the screen and lifts it. The camera moves in as much as it can…

MAE YOUNG IN A STRING BIKINI!

Dr. Tittylover looks from side to side before sliding the player into his tights and pulling Maverick up to his feet. He lifts Maverick onto his shoulders and boots Casino to wake him up a bit. Chris looks up hesitating, not wanting to see that image again. He sits up, running over as DT swings Maverick around. Casino leaps catching him in a three quarter facelock.

COREY TAYLOR: Excellent move from Casino there.

Chris rolls Johnny into the ring as DT pulls Venar up slamming his head into the ringpost and busting him open now. Casino sets the chair up in the center of the ring before whipping Maverick into the ropes. Maverick comes back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Drop toe hold to Maverick!

Johnny’s face goes right into the chair making a satisfying thunk sound that Casino seems to be very pleased with.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is about three seconds away from splitting with Casino forever!

One…

Two…

Thr

Somehow Venar pulls Casino off of Maverick, saving his partner and their titles. DT is laying on the floor holding himself and rocking back and forth. Venar looks at Casino and just smiles. But wait! Dr. Tittylover pops up behind Venar who is stepping through the ropes. The crowd cheer, but Venar is unaware and Casino isn’t letting him on the secret.

LOW BLOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: Low blow sends Venar’s hands to hold himself.

Casino has Maverick back up, he lifts him up!

COREY TAYLOR: Bankrupt 2.0 on the chair!

Maverick’s out and Casino makes the cover.

One…

COREY TAYLOR: Come back to me Chris, come back to the right side!

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions; the team of Dr. Tittylover and Chris Casino… Cash And Ass!

COREY TAYLOR(sniffing with joy): He did it! No more Dr. Tittylover!

Chris Casino vs Jacob Venar
Hell O Ween 2010
10-01-2010

ROB MARTINEZ: Okay folks We’re ready for our next match of “the Future” Chris Casino versus “the Bird of Prey” Jacob Venar. Just a warning to our internet audience this match will be bloody thanks to the stipulation.

COREY TAYLOR: Goody-goody more blood. So what is the stipulation for this match, Martinez and what are they doing to the ring ropes?

ROB MARTINEZ: I was just fixing to tell the fans and you that, Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Okay then I’ll shut up for a minute.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you, Corey. The following match is a “Wonderland Match” where
The ropes are removed, and broken shards of glass are placed all around ringside. The competitors can win by pinfall or submission anywhere, and obviously there are no rope breaks or DQs. They come clothed in shirts pants and cannot pick up glass to stab opponent. So hang on people it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah but no stabbing, bummer.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up!

Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the speakres and the noncrowd give him a great reaction of noncheers.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia… Canada, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is one half of Juggernauts, Bitch!… he is… JACOB VENAR!

“Smooth” salsas its way into the speakers and out comes Chris Casino.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!

DING DING

Chris Casino and Jacob Venar lock-up collar to elbow in yet another unique match here at Hell-o-Ween. Casino with the early advantage as he traps Venar in a hammerlock. Venar winces slightly as Casino applies pressure but quickly reverses the hold and traps Casino into a hammerlock of his own. Jacob applies the pressure to Chris’ arm but only briefly before Casino breaks free and takes Jacob over with a hip toss. Venar makes it back to his feet just as Casino rushes at him. A drop toehold into a side headlock by “the Bird of Prey” but wait it’s reversed into a hammerlock by ’the Future”.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are putting on a clinic so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah a sleep clinic. C’mon this is Rebel Pro make with the hardcore action already.

ROB MARTINEZ: Say that a lot do you, Corey?

COREY TAYLOR: Do I say what a lot?

Back in the ring Casino is still in charge until a snap mare by Venar puts him on his back. Jacob goes to hit the and then stops and remembers there are no ropes on the ring during this match. Momentarily at lost because of the unique ring set-up turns around only to meet with a dropkick by Casino. Chris quickly slaps a single leg Boston Crab on Venar. Jacob fights the pain of the hold before trying to roll through it. Casino releases the leg but right back at Jacob and met with a beautiful Rickey Steamboat-like deep arm drag. Venar immediately traps Casino left in an armbar. Casino counters with a hiptoss into a body scissors. Jacob breaks out of the body scissors and tries to apply a ankle lock but Casino kicks him away. Venar almost falls off the edge of the rope less ring onto the shards of glass put stops himself. Chris by instinct, like Jacob earlier, goes to use the ropes, but stops when he remembers there are no ropes. Casino stops just before he flies off into the glass at ringside. Jacob comes behind Chris and school boy’s and referee Alan Stone makes a count…

ONE…

TWO…

Casino kicks out at two and both wrestler scramble to their feet. Both abandon the technical show they have been putting on so far and begin to trade chops and punches. Chris boots ducks a punch thrown by Jacob and goes behind and locks in a German suplex. At the last second Casino spins around and it’s a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX off the ring apron on the shards of broken glass. Casino runs over to opposite side of the ring and then runs back across the ring and comes off the ring with a flying forearm aimed at the prone and bleeding Venar. The move connects and Casino goes for a cover, Alan counts from in the ring….

ONE…

TWO…

KICK OUT!

Casino rains punches down on Venar until Jacob is able to roll him off. Jacob scrambles back to his feet as Casino charges back at him. Jacob fires a kick at Chris’s gut but his foot is caught by Casino…Enzuigiri by Venar knocks Casino down and he just avoids going face first into the glass. Jacob climbs back up onto the ring, and with a running start comes off with the Leap of Faith! Venar crashes down on Casino and rolls off, now both are bleeding heavily as they make it to their feet. A lowblow by Casino gains him a momentary advantage which he uses to look under the ring for weapons and finds a steel chair and pulls it out. Casino turns around and is surprised by Venar and a running Enzuigiri. The move forces the chair back into Casino’s face and Chris crashes back into the glass with a loud tinkling crash. Jacob positions the chair over Casino’s face and chest before climbing back up onto the ring for another high risk move. Moonsault by Venar and Casino rolls out of the way using the chair to protect his face for the glass. Jacob barely gets his hands up in time to protect his face from the glass.

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Look at all the blood it’s a horror show.

COREY TAYLOR: Ain’t it great don’t be such a wimp Martinez. Like I said this is great.

Both Casino and Venar are slow to their feet this time. But its Jacob with a sudden burst of energy that takes down his opponent with a explosive spear. They both crash back into the glass. This time however Chris is the first to his feet and he grabs the chair and swings hard at Venar’s skull and connects sending Jacob back into the glass hard. Casino brings the chair several more with the sound of breaking glass and steel hitting flesh again and again. Casino stops and smirks at the camera and walks over and jaws with it instead of trying to finish off Jacob. Turning his attention to the camera proves to be a mistake as when he turns around and is met by a brutal Shining Wizard Knee strike from Venar. Venar quickly gets back in the ring and waits for Casino to get back to his feet. Casino stands up and looks around for Venar, not seeing him ringside he turns towards the ring at the same instant that Jacob crashes into him with the Whisper in The Wind. Venar covers and Alan Stone has a spot cleared of glass on the floor and makes a count….

ONE….

TWO…

KICKKOUT !

Casino kicks out at two and Makes it to his feet as does Jacob. Both are wobbly from the loss of blood but Jacob tries another spear but Casino catches him in a front facelock. It looks like Casino’s going to DDT Venar but wait Chris adjusts the hold and drives Jacob face first into the glass his Bankrupt Version 2.0 finisher. Casino rolls Jacob over and Stone starts the count….

ONE…

TWO…

THREE….

JENNY JERSEY: AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER “THE FUTURE” CHRIS CASINO!!!!!!

EMT’s rush to the ringside to treat both wrestlers for their loss of blood.

Might and Magic vs Bluegrass Mafia 2.0
Misgivings 2010
11-05-2010

JON MCDANIEL: We come back from commercial fans and are here for this Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship Title match.

DING DING

J-Kurt and The Dragon step into the ring to start this match off. Collar and elbow, J-Kurt with a fast go behind into a rear waistlock, but Dragon leans forward to send J-Kurt over. J-Kurt in the ropes springing back over Dragon with a flip to land on his feet. J-Kurt with a dropkick sends Dragon into the ropes to bounce back with a running elbow shot aiming to take J-Kurt down. J-Kurt grabs the arm flipping Dragon over to land on his feet.

JON MCDANIEL: Back and forth action from these two stars.

COREY TAYLOR: Well Dragon is a star, J-Kurt is just a fart in the breeze.

Leg sweep from Dragon takes J-Kurt off his feet, but Dragon isn’t finished as he springs to the ropes, back flipping onto J-Kurt for the pin attempt.

ONE! TWO T

Matthew in to break up the pin from the rapid count of Alec Wilcox, who immediately orders Matthew back to his corner. Dragon drags J-Kurt over to the corner where Moke Doshky is extending his hand for the tag. Moke slaps his own chest to make the sound and steps into the ring. Moke tosses JK into the corner, pounding away with rights and lefts in the corner until JK is in a seating position. Moke rams a knee into his face before lifting the youngest Kurtis brother up to lean in the corner. Moke rams his shoulder into J-Kurt’s midsection and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Matthew is yelling that Moke didn’t make the tag and the crowd is going along with him.

COREY TAYLOR: What are these idiots yelling about? I heard the tag.

JON MCDANIEL: You heard Moke slapping his own chest, he never once touched The Dragon.

Dragon gets the tag back into the ring before climbing up to the top turnbuckle right behind J-Kurt. Dragon leaps to J-Kurt’s shoulders before rolling forward bringing J-Kurt’s head down on the canvas and hooking the legs for another pin.

ONE! TWO! THRE

Matthew back into break up the quick count pin again.

COREY TAYLOR: What cheating tactics from Bluegrass Mafia here!

JON MCDANIEL: Matthew is jjust saving the match, every team does it.

Moke comes into the match again as Alec pushes Matthew towards his corner. Matthew ducks past the referee but Moke steps quickly back through the ropes, grinning and waving sarcastically as Alec turns around to see what Matthew is going after. Matthew looks at Moke before growling like a bear and stepping back towards his corner. As soon as his back is turned Dragon whips JK into the corner and as Moke chokes him behind the ref’s back Moke chops his chest and kicks him in the ribs repeatedly.

JON MCDANIEL: J-Kurt is in a big time world of hurt and need in this match.

COREY TAYLOR: J-Kurt is usually on the side of need.

J-Kurt tries to shove Dragon off, but Moke has his hands clamped around his neck like a human vice grip and there isn’t much on the shove. Alec turns around and miraculously Moke doesn’t have his hands choking JK anymore instead they are reaching out for a legal tag. Dragon tags the big man in where he immediately begins to pound away on J-Kurt’s ribs with his massive knees and elbows to the face. Moke lifts J-Kurt onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, bringing hiim over into a shoulderbreaker before applying a knee into his shoulder blades and yanking back on his arms. J-Kurt groans in pain and tries to reach for the ropes, but the hold prevents much mobility.

COREY TAYLOR: I heard J-Kurt give up!

JON MCDANIEL: No you didn’t, stop your lying, I swear you are worse than a politician before election day.

J-Kurt tries again to reach for the ropes, but he is too far away. J-Kurt tries to get a foot under him but just as he does Moke releases the hold causing J-Kurt to stumble back from his own momentum. J-Kurt bounces off the ropes throwing an elbow into Dragon’s face before flying forward with the fist cocked and slamming it right into Moke’s mouth.

COREY TAYLOR: Now, what is the point of attacking Dragon there, he isn’t even the legal man!

JON MCDANIEL: To prevent the double team.

Moke stumbles back in surprise, but J-Kurt is using the adrenaline rush. J-Kurt falls to the mat, sweeping Moke’s legs out from under him sending the big man down onto his back. J-Kurt lays there breathing heavily as he looks for his corner. Matthew leans over the corner, his hand extended for the tag. J-Kurt slowly begins the long crawl as he is near Might and Magic’s corner. J-Kurt is half-way there when Matthew leans over with his long reach and J-Kurt launches himself at the hand.

TAG ISN’T MADE!

Dragon leaps in to grab the ankle and prevent the tag! J-Kurt flips over, connecting solidly with Dragon’s skull and his right boot. The force of the kick flips Dragon over onto his back but J-Kurt falls on his back from the exertion of the move. Matthew slaps on the turnbuckle and the crowd is getting behind him taking up the pattern with stomps and claps. Matthew leans down even further, J-Kurt reaches up just fingertips away…

COREY TAYLOR: Moke is back up and heading for J-Kurt! Get hiim Moke!

Moke grabs the ankle, but…

TAG IS MADE!

Matthew comes over the top rope, throwing a big time right hand. Moke reels back, Matthew delivers another right. Moke is in the ropes, but Matthew presses his advantage with another right, he pounds a left into Moke’s ribs before delivering a haymaker that spins Moke around. Matthew with a big boot to Moke’s ass sends him face first into the neutral corner. Moke stumbles back out of the corner, big time clothesline takes Moke down on the canvas. Here comes the Flying Dragon though as he leaps from the top turnbuckle with a scissorskick.

CAUGHT!

Matthew catches The Dragon in mid-scissor.

JON MCDANIEL: What strength!

COREY TAYLOR: Matthew is probably taking some Performance Enhancing Drugs.

Matthew spins around…

BLUEGRASS BOMB!

CENTER OF THE RING!

But Moke is the legal man, not Dragon and Moke is coming back around. Matthew shoves up to his feet as Moke lumbers back into the fight. Matthew ducks under the haymaker of Moke, catching his arm and lifting the big man to show his power. Moke is surprised at Matthew’s strength.

BIG MAN BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!

The ring shakes violently upon Moke and Matthew’s impact with the canvas.

COREY TAYLOR: He better not have broken Mr. The Phoenix’s ring.

JON MCDANIEL: All he is thinking right now is winning those Robinson Pro Tag Team Championship belts!

Dragon rolling up to his feet, a bit shaky, but sensing danger. Matthew makes the cover on Moke as Dragon runs for the pin.

JON MCDANIEL: I can’t believe it!

J-Kurt leaps from the top turnbuckle, over the pin, to grab the running Dragon around the head and execute a tornado DDT over half-way across the ring.

ONE!

Alec is hating to have to do this and making sure that Moke’s shoulders are definitely down. Matthew growls at him as Scottie Snow comes flying down the ramp to interfere.

TWO!

J-Kurt with a running leap, launches himself over the top rope to the outside and slams into Scottie Snow hard! Both men go sprawling as Alec once again looks at the shoulders.

THREE!

Silence…

JON MCDANIEL: They did it!

COREY TAYLOR: They… they… they cheated!

DING DING

ERIC EMERSON: Winners of the match and NEEEEEEW Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions of the World…. Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis… Bluegrass Mafia 2.0!

Matthew kneels in the center of the ring as Moke rolls out of the ring. J-Kurt slides back into the ring as Moke, The Dragon, and Scottie Snow head back up the ramp. Lyndsey slides into the ring, holding both belts and looking down at her husband and youngest Brother-in-law. Lyndsey lays one belt on J-Kurt’s shoulder before kissing Matthew right on the mouth and placing the other belt on his shoulder. Matthew looks up into Lyndsey’s face and he is smiling from ear to ear. The crowd explodes in cheers for the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 as they are the NEW Robinson Pro Tag Team Champions! From the back comes Chad Kurtis, Warren, Bobby Lee, Johnny Maverick, and… Chris Casino?

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino after his punishment to extract some revenge…

JON MCDANIEL: All of the people are in the ring now and surrounding Jonothan and Matthew.

Lyndsey looks at Chris who steps forward and extends a hand towards Jonothan and Matthew, both hesitantly take the offered hand and shake it. Casino nods and looks behind the group, at the top of the ramp. The Freak and Shut Down stand there, clapping before walking down the ramp as well. Everyone surrounds the new Robinson Tag Team Champs to prevent any destruction to this happy occasion , Freak and Shut Down step into the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What do these two want?

COREY TAYLOR: They are going to attack on Robinson’s orders!

No one knows where The Freak and Shut Down truly stand until they step forward throwing a fist… that turns into a hand shake before they hold up the hand of Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis. The roof nearly explodes with cheers.

Rebel Pro Logo flashes up onto the screen, covering up the Robinson Pro logo.

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Chris Casino vs Marcus Marion
Merrytime Massacre 2010
12-03-2010

ERIC EMERSON: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the #1 Contender ship for the Robinson Pro World Title….

“Smooth” by Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas glides through the PA!

ERIC EMERSON: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 220 pounds….’The Future’ Chris Casino!!!

Casino steps out from the back and gets a mixed reaction from the Robinson Pro crowd! With a confident smirk, he makes his way towards the ring.

ERIC EMERSON: And his opponent…..

“My Michelle” by GNR replaces smooth crooning of Casinos theme music.

ERIC EMERSON: Accompanied to the ring by Nicole Rhodes, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in at 233 pounds….’The Revolutionary’ Marcus Marion!!!

Marion and the ever lovely Rhodes emerge from the back and like Casino, get a mixed reaction from the crowd. They might not love these men, but they respect them.

JON MCDANIEL: This is it, the rubber match between two of Robinson Pro top stars! It’s also the LAST time these two will meet in a one on one encounter so this will be for not only bragging rights but for a chance to meet the Robinson World Champion.

COREY TAYLOR: It’s gonna be Ego-Mania 2010!!!

Both men are now in the ring, Rhodes has taken her place on the outside and the referee has gone over the rules and checked each man. Casino and Marcus meet each other in the center of the ring, take a moment and then shake hands as the referee calls for the bell!

JON MCDANIEL: And this one is underway!

Lock up in the middle of the ring. Marion with a side headlock. Casino lays into the ribs with a pair of forearm shots but Marcus retains his grip. Marcus backed into the ropes by Casino. Casino shoots Marcus off the ropes, drops to the mat as Marcus leaps over him, leapfrogs him on the rebound and catches him with a dropkick! Marcus quickly gets to his feet and is greeted by a smirked Casino. Another lock up. Another side headlock from Marcus. Standing switch into a reverse hammerlock from Marion. Marion releases the hold, spins Casino around and takes him to the mat with a firemans carry. Casino is up and glares at a smiling Marcus. Another lock up from the two combatants. Marcus backs Casino into a corner and the referee calls for a break. Slowly Marcus eases his way back from Casino. Hard slap to the face from Casino! Marcus lunges at Chris but the referee gets in his way as Casino taunts him. Marcus pushes the referee aside and take a thumb to the eye. Casino grabs Marcus and positions him back first against the corner. Chop across the chest from Casino! Another chop and the crowd unleashes a ‘wooooooo!’ Marcus reaches out, grabs Casino and throws him into the corner! Chop from Marcus! A second! Another makes three! Casino bails out of the ring!

JON MCDANIEL: Casino beating a hasty retreat!

COREY TAYLOR: What!? He’s just playing mind games with him!

Casino is on the outside rubbing his already red chest as Marcus holds the ring ropes open for him. The referee backs away Marcus and Casino slides inside. A kick to the gut from Casino is followed up by a snapmare to the mat. Casino hits the ropes and nails a basement dropkick to the upper body of Marcus! Casino pulls Marcus up, shoots him into the ropes and hits a Japanese arm drag. Casino is preening for the crowd now and doesn’t see Marcus scramble up to his feet. Casino turns around and catches a clothesline! Casino is back up but not for long as another clothesline drops him to the mat! Casino pulls himself up using the ring ropes, turns and gets taken up and over the top rope by a third clothesline from Marcus! Casino manages to land on his feet when he hits the floor but he looks like he’s had enough. Casino shakes his head and starts to head towards the back as the referee lays in his count! Marcus rolls out of the ring and rushes up the aisle to grab Casino! Marcus leads Casino back to the ring, rolls him inside and climbs in after him.

JON MCDANIEL: Marcus wants to win this third and final match between these two by pinning Casino in the middle of that ring! He wants that title shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffft. What a mistake, now Casino will turn the tables and win this sucker.

Casino scrambles to his feet and takes another blistering chop across the chest! Marcus backs Casino into a corner, hooks him and bulldogs him out of the corner! Marcus with a cover!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Near fall!

Marcus is up and is pulling Casino off the mat when he’s caught off guard with a jaw breaker! A standing dropkick from Casino puts Marcus on the mat. Casino measures Marcus and nails him with a kneelift as ‘The Revolutionary’ is getting to his feet! Marcus staggers but remains vertical. Casino takes him down with a high and tight side suplex. Casino is back up and smirks at Rhodes on the outside. Marcus is pulled into a seated position on the mat and Casino locks in a rear chinlock. Marcus fights his way to his feet and the hold slips into a side headlock. A pair of back elbows to the ribs breaks the hold and Marcus hits the ropes only to run into a hurricanrana from Casino! Casino heads towards the nearest corner and makes his way to the top. Frogsplash from Casino. Misses! Marcus rolls out of the way at the last second and Casino hits nothing but canvas. Marcus with a quick roll up!

1!

2!

Casino kicks out!

JON MCDANIEL: Another close one as Casino just gets a shoulder up!

Marcus pulls Casino up. Casino shoves away Marcus and goes for a superkick! Marion ducks under and brings Casino down with a chop block! Marcus hovers over Casino and grins as ‘The Future’ clutches at his knee. Marcus grabs the damaged leg of Casino, drapes it on the bottom rope and cannonballs down onto it! Casino drags himself away from the ropes but Marcus is hunting him now. Marcus watches as Casino pulls himself up only so that he can grab him and deliver a shin breaker! a leg trip from Marcus and Casino is flat on his back! Marcus tries to lock in his figure four but Casino is fighting it. Marcus steps over and locks in the submission as Casino howls in pain! The referee is in the face of Casino asking him if he wants to quit. Marcus meanwhile has reached back and grabbed the outstretched hands of Rhodes for extra pressure! Casinos shoulders are on the mat!

1!

2!

Casino sits up but grits his teeth against the pain! Out of the corner of his eye, the referee looks over and spies Marcus up to shenanigans! Marcus is forced to break the hold but the damage is down as Casino struggles up to his feet. Casino is up but limping badly and Marcus grabs a leg attempting another leg trip. Inziguri outta nowhere from Casino! Marcus drops to one knee and shakes his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

COREY TAYLOR: A hurt Casino is still a dangerous Casino!

JON MCDANIEL: I’d have to agree with you on that one Corey.

Marcus is up and walks into a scoop slam from Casino. Chris falls back into a corner, turns and starts to pull himself to the top rope. Elbow drop from the top rope connects! Casino drapes an arm across the chest of Marcus as the referee counts!

1!

2!

Marcus gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Casino questions the count as he pulls Marcus to his feet. Casino hooks him for the ‘Bankrupt 2.0!’ Marcus counters by shoving Casino off and into the referee! The referee goes down hard and Casino staggers around and takes a kick to the gut that doubles him over. Marcus with the ‘Revolutionary Thrill!’ Casino counters with a backdrop! Marcus lands partially on the referee as Casino is leaning on the ring ropes. Marcus gets to his feet and eats a superkick! Casino falls on top of him for the cover but the referee is down!

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on!

JON MCDANIEL: Bad break for Casino!

The crowd erupts as a second referee rushes down to ringside and slides into the ring!

1!

2!

Marcus kicks out!

Casino starts berating the new referee as Marcus struggles to get up. Marcus is up but gets spun around by Casino who drives him to the mat with his ‘Hard 7′ (STO into a Koji Clutch) submission! Casino is doing his bets to crank on the pressure but his weakened leg is clearly bothering him. Marcus scoots his body close to the ropes and with the referee not looking, Rhodes reaches in, grabs her mans foot and places it on the bottom rope! Rhodes quickly calls this to the attention of the second referee who forces a break. Casino gets slowly to his feet and drags Marcus up as well. Brainbuster suplex from Casino! Casino limps his way to the corner and makes the trip to the top. Rhodes is trying to get Marcus to move but he looks hurt. Frogsplash connects! Casino hooks a leg!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus gets a shoulder up!

JON MCDANIEL: Just like the previous two matches these men have engaged in, this is a war of attrition!

COREY TAYLOR: And sloppy refereeing!

Casino takes a moment to try to smack some life into his knee as he watches Marcus use the ring ropes to try and pull himself up. Casino hooks Marcus from behind and tries for a

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German suplex. It’s counted by Marcus, who executes a standing switch and hits his own German suplex! Marcus grabs the hurt leg of Casino and attempts another figure four but Casino kicks him off. Marcus knocks heads with the second referee and both men go down! Casino is on his knees and sees that yet another referee is down. With an evil grin he waits as Marcus gets up. Low blow from Casino! Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: Gah! We need ANOTHER referee!

Ask and you will receive as Rob emerges from the back wearing a referees shirt! Safe to say everyone in the Arena, including Casino is shocked as Rob slides into the ring! Casino covers Marcus!

1!

2!

3-No!

Marcus kicks out and Casino looks beside himself! Casino is up and shoves Rob who promptly shoves him back! While Casino and Rob are in heated debate, Marcus is slowly getting to his feet. Casino is hooked from behind and taken up and over with a side suplex! Marcus bridges as he has Casino pinned to the mat and Rob drops to make the count!

1!

2!

3!

The crowd erupts as Marcus looks

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to have taken the third match and the #1 contender ship!

JON MCDANIEL: And Marcus Marion wins this amazing trilogy of matches!

COREY TAYLOR: It’s highway robbery!

Marcus is looking to get his hand raised but Rob is conferring with the ring announcer. The masked man turns and looks at the two men laying on the mat before him.

ERIC EMERSON: Attention! Referee AND Robinson Pro Owner has announced that BOTH men had their shoulders on the mat during the pin! Thus….This match is a DRAW!!!!

Boos cascade down on Rob who quickly leaves the ring.

JON MCDANIEL: What the? Fans I don’t know about that call!

COREY TAYLOR: Well…He is the owner.

JON MCDANIEL: You’re so wishy washy.

Casino is resting on his knees watching as Rob departs the scene. Marcus is helped up by Nicole Rhodes and both men look at each other.

Casino stands up, smiles and exits the ring as Marcus looks on.

JON MCDANIEL: Well this trilogy ends with a draw of all things. Rob promised us a ‘fair’ match tonight and now I’m doubting him.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh NOW you’re doubting him!?

Chris Casino vs Spykeman!
Super Rampage
12-17-2010

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: LIAR. Give them back.

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

COREY TAYLOR: …

JON MCDANIEL: …

COREY TAYLOR: There…

JON MCDANIEL: Is that better?

COREY TAYLOR: NO! IT’S THE SAME!

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

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Here comes Casino!

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

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

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

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Where? I don’t see him…

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

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

JON MCDANIEL: Make an entrance!

COREY TAYLOR: HOLY CRAP! SPYKEMAN! CAN FLY!

JON MCDANIEL: Sigh…

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Two totally different PEOPLE, McDaniel!

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

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

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

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

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

JON MCDANIEL: Spykeman! signaling for something here…

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

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

JON MCDANIEL: OH a near fall by Casino there!

COREY TAYLOR: Now Casino is sizing up Spykeman!…

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

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

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

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

OH MY STARS AND GARTERS!

SHOOTING STAR DROP KICK… CONNECTS! CASINO IS DOWN!

Spykeman! makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

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

SWEET CHRISTMAS!

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

ONE!

TWO!

THR– NO, CASINO KICKED OUT!

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

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

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

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

YOU WILL BELIEVE A MAN CAN FLY!

DIVING HEADBUTT…

Missed.

SPYKEMAN! MISSED!

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

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

JON MCDANIEL: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE UNBIASED!

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

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

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

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

EIGHT!

NINE!

T–

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

F–

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

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

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

Into an eye poke.

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

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI—

Casino releases the hold and laughs off the crowd.

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

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

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

ONE!

TWO!

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

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

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

IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME…

CONNECTS!

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

COREY TAYLOR: NOOOO!

CASINO’S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

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

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

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

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

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

WAIT. WHAT’S THIS?

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

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

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

NOT LIKE THIS!

WING CLIPPER! ON TOP OF THE CHAIR!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fans cheer LOUDLY.

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

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

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

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

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

Best of Rebel Pro 2010 DVD 2 of 3

Marcus Marion vs Chad Kurtis vs The Freak
Barbed Wire Massacre 2010
05-07-2010

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

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

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

“YOU SAY I’M COCKY!”

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

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

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

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: She deserved it! She betrayed him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: This is just unfair!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: –but this IS Bullshit!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

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

ROB MARTINEZ: You’re an independent contractor.

COREY TAYLOR: SCREW YOU!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved Marcus Marion?

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: …fine. Fair enough.

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

Rung after rung!

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

He nears the top.

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

MEGA POP!

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

Rung after rung!

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

He nears the top.

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Brilliant!

The Freak sets up the ladder and begins the climb.

Rung after rung!

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

He nears the top.

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

Rung after rung!

Towards the top!

He nears the top!

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

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

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

COREY TAYLOR: Marcus, baby… wake up!

Rung after rung!

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

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis with him, nearing the top!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rung after rung!

He drags a lifeless Marion behind him!

He nears the top!

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

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

Rung after rung!

He drags Kurtis behind him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A MATCH!

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

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

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

Chad Kurtis vs Chris Casino
American Anarchy 2010
06-04-2010

“Smooth” salsas out from the speakers in the building as well as does the boos, although they come from the fans in attendance. Chris Casino steps from the back, wearing a Demi-Gods T-shirt and a pair of tailored bluejeans. He stares with distaste at the fans who are booing him as he walks from the back down the aisle.

JENNY JERSEY: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he stands at five feet and eleven inches weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is one half of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… He. Is. CHRIS. CASINO!

Boos fill the building, but they seem to be fueling Chris Casino as he steps up the steps and wipes off his boots before entering the ring.

“They say I’m Cocky…”

The crowd does a complete one eighty as they stand up. They Cheer. They love Chad Kurtis who sprints out from the back. Chad has his arms spread to the side and is slapping fans along his way to the ring, much the way Ultimate Warrior used to do with the intensity factor.

JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah, Kentucky, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… He! Is! “THE SHOW”! CHAD! KURTIS!

COREY TAYLOR: They really love this guy for some reason.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is The Show, of course they are going to love him.

COREY TAYLOR: I think the smog has their brain rattled.

Chad slides into the ring, but Chris Casino is there to drop a knee across his face.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino not giving Chad a chance to get up in the early going.

Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone are officiating this highly anticipated match between both Chad and Chris. Chris pulls Chad up to his feet.

Chop!

Crickets.

Chad with a return chop.

Woooooo!

Chris with a chop.

Crickets.

Chad with a chop.

Wooooo!

Chad with a forearm sends Chris reeling quickly. Chad grabs the wrist. Irish whip into the ropes. Chris rebounds. Leap frog over Chad. Kurtis spins around, superkick from Chris sends Kurtis down to the mat. Chad pulls Chad up, tossing him over the ropes to the outside. Chris snarls something at the crowd before launching himself over the top with a plancha onto Kurtis who was trying to get back up to his feet. Chris whips Chad into the railing, then slams his head repeatedly into the metal.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad is going to have a headache after that pounding.

ROB MARTINEZ: As would anyone.

Chris charges at Kurtis, Chad with a back body sends Casino into the crowd. The fans scatter from the action, but stay near enough to get on the television. Chad kicks Casino in the face as he is rising to his feet. Casino rolls over to his back, Chad with a boot to the side of his head rolls him over again. Chad stands over Casino, leaning down to pull him up. Casino with a face rake buys himself some time. Casino with another face rake for the pure enjoyment of the move and the crowd is letting him know exactly how much they hate him. Casino brings down a chair onto Kurtis, but Chad drops before the chair can make contact, kicking Casino’s legs out from under him. Both men sit on their asses staring at each other. Casino throws a right, Chad answers with a right of his own.

COREY TAYLOR: A Rebel Pro first?

ROB MARTINEZ: It has to have happened before, but I can’t recall it.

Chad with a right.

Casino with a right.

Chad with a right.

Casino with a right.

Both men are exchanging hard right hands from their asses and the punches are as hard as if they were standing on their feet. Casino tries for another face rake, but Chad counters with a spit into Casino’s face. Chris is stunned momentarily, giving Chad a chance for a right to knock Casino back. Chad up with the quickness of a cat, leaping onto the seat of a chair. Kurtis leaps into the air, spinning around delivering a hard kick right to Casino’s temple knocking him onto his side. Chad pulls Casino up, whip into the brick wall. Casino bounces back, German suplex onto the row of steel chairs!

Chad locks in again, another German suplex! A third! A fourth! Chad makes a cover on Casino.

One…

Two…

Thr

But Casino kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Each man must obtain a pinfall before the ten count can begin.

COREY TAYLOR: It shouldn’t take Casino long then.

Chad pulls Chris up to his feet. Low blow from Casino gets him the advantage back. European uppercut sends Chad stumbling back towards a door. Chris with a whip into the door. Chad reverses and now Casino is headed towards the door. But wait! One more reversal and Chad is sent head first through the door! The door bounces back off the cement wall, from the impact of Kurtis skull meeting the door. Casino rushes through, stomping away on Chad’s form. Casino lifts Chad up, spinning DDT onto the concrete floor. Chris makes a cover and Alan Stone is there to make the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre

ROB MARTINEZ: Back from commercial break.

NO! Chad manages to get a shoulder up! How did he do that after headbutting the door then the floor?!

COREY TAYLOR: His head is harder than even Casino thought.

ROB MARTINEZ: But still softer than your’s.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah I… Hey!

Chris lifts Chad up, boot to the midsection. Chris sets up for another DDT, but Chad counters with a Northern Lights Suplex! Chad bridges!

One…

Two…

Thr–

KICKOUT!

Chad is frustrated now, but so is Casino. Both roll up to their feet. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men go down, but both are back up extremely quickly. Chad has a trickle of blood from somewhere in his hair, from his contact with the door, but he doesn’t care. Chad goes for a clothesline, Casino ducks. Chad aims a foot at the wall. Chad bounces back off the wall, spinning big time athletic move as hewraps his leg around Casino’s head and somehow twists his body to send Casino into the wall!

COREY TAYLOR: Holy shit!

ROB MARTINEZ: Yeah… I tend to agree with you there.

CROWD: We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We Love Rebel Pro! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*

Chad gets up to his feet quickly, he pulls Casino up, whip into a popcorn machine. Buttery goodness flies everywhere as Chris’s body slams through the machine. People and kernels scatter every which way and Chad is on the charge. Chad leaps up to the nearby counter. Best! Moonsault! Ever! Chad hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Chris with a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: Near fall there.

COREY TAYLOR: Chris is just luring him into a false sense of security.

Chad can’t really believe it, but knows that he and Casino are so similar that he’d be doing the same thing. Chris slams a fist into Kurtis’ junk getting him another time with the advantage. Chris lifts Chad up, piledriver on the concrete and he makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

COREY TAYLOR: YES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now Chad has to answer the ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Chad is up, Casino isn’t shocked at all. Chad comes forward, Casino back bodies him through a door and they are in the

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locker room. Chad slams onto the floor, Casino is there on top of the action. Casino stomps on Chad’s face before pulling him up. Face plant into the locker to his right. Casino walks down the row of lockers… right locker receives a kiss from Chad Kurtis. Locker on the right receives a kiss. Casino isn’t smiling, isn’t laughing, he is dead serious as he methodically takes Kurtis down a notch or two on his personal mission to rid Rebel Pro of all the Kurtises. Chad is stumbling along, but Casino is holding firm to the back of Chad’s skull, not letting him get away. Chad falls to one knee, and comes up swinging a bench! The bench takes Chris in the midsection doubling him over. Chad leaping to the top of the locker, with a front flip leg drop. Casino falls backwards from the bench blow. Chad delivers a stunning leg drop to the concrete floor. Chris sits up against the metal locker, rubbing his face and head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad’s leg is going to be hurting now.

COREY TAYLOR: He should have better sense than to try and leg drop a concrete floor.

Chad bounces up, holding at his left knee, Casino comes in with a shoulder tackle to the injured leg. Casino rapidly returns holding the left ankle beginning to kick away with ferocity at the side of Chad’s knee. Casino locks in a figure four leglock, falling back to maximize the torque on the left kneecap. Chad with a quick roll reverses the hold. Casino breaks the submission move quickly, getting back up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: The submission futile in this match, but brilliant in wanting to work on that injured left leg of Chad Kurtis.

COREY TAYLOR: Glad that you see the brilliance that is Chris Casino.

Chris back on the knee attack, Kurtis with a slap breakes him from the attack at least momentarily. Chad struggles back to his feet, Chris in with a kick to Chad’s midsection, DDT to the concrete. Casino gets up, dusting his hands off before hooking the leg for the pin.

One…

Two…

Jimmy Johnson stops his count as Chad’s shoulder is lifted up. Casino begins to turn red faced as he yells at Jimmy Johnson about the count. Johnson, for his part, begins to yell back at Chris Casino, he is having none of this bullying referees around from this spoiled brat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Casino had better watch out.

COREY TAYLOR: Why? Casino had this match in the bag before Johnson decided he forgot how to count to three.

Chad dives with a shoulder tackle of his own at Chris’ left knee and the co-tag Team Champion goes down holding at his left knee. Once again, both of these men are eeriely similar. Chad pulls Chris up to his feet, whip into the wall, Casino bounces back. Chad shoves him into the opposite wall; Chris rebounds once again. Chad lowers his head… Bankrupt 2.0!

COREY TAYLOR: On the concrete baby!

ROB MARTINEZ: It doesn’t look good for Chad.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn right it don’t!

Chris covers Chad’s prone body.

One…

Two…

Three.

Chad isn’t moving. Jimmy Johnson stays as Referee Alan Stone makes sure Casino doesn’t impede Chad’s possible progress in getting to his feet.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

The crowd is yelling for Chad inside the building; you can here them through the wall.

Five…

Six…

CROWD: Chad! Chad! Chad! Chad!

Seven!

Casino turns to the camera, mocking it and pointing behind him at the now kneeling Chad Kurtis.

Eight…

Spear! Spear! Spear!

Chad sends Chris’ head slamming into the camera, shoving it back about ten feet from the force of the impact. There is a little bit of blood on the camera, and there is a lot of blood on Chris’ face from his lip and busted nose. Blood pours down his face as he gets groggily up to his knee and shakes his head. Chad, somehow, shoves up to his feet, stumbling off to a door marked “Maintenance”. Chad opens the door, there is the trusty ladder. Chad smiles, pulling it out from the closet as he stares at the kneeling form of Chris Casino on the floor. Chad rams the ladder into the back of Casino’s head before lifting it up to set it up in the hallway. Casino, hearing the cheer of the crowd, turns quickly to see Chad scaling the ladder. He quickly follows him up on the other side of the ladder, both ready to do major battle. Casino looking to end Chad Kurtis and the Kurtis Clan once and for all… Chad looking to shut Casino and the critics up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Someone is fixing to get really… really hurt here.

COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis… pucker them lips up and kiss your ass good-bye!

Right from Chad. Casino returns the favor with one of his own. Right from Kurtis. Right from Casino. Right right right right right right right. Fists of fury on top of the ladder. Less than an inch seperate these two but the force of the punches is tremendous. Chad throws a big time haymaker, Casino accepts the blow on his chin. Casino falls back, but manages to catch Kurtis by the wrist and pull him down into a DDT from! The! Top! of! The! Ladder!

CROWD: We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap* We love Rebel! *clap. clap. clap clap clap*

ROB MARTINEZ: Alan Stone drops to one knee, Jimmy Johnson drops to his knees as well.

One…

Two…

Three!

What?!

Both men pinned?!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?!

COREY TAYLOR: Casino pinned Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like Kurtis pinned Casino!

COREY TAYLOR: Never!

Jimmy Johnson and Alan Stone each saw a different pin, they confer quickly before nodding.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

The crowd is going b-a-n-a-n-a-s!

Five…

Six…

Seven…

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve just gotten word that whomever answers the ten count first will be declared the winner, if both men fail to answer then it will be a draw.

COREY TAYLOR: Come on Chris… I’ve got my house riding on ya.

Eight…

Chad and Casino stir…

Nine…

Chad up to his knees, hearing the count he shoves up to his feet.

Ten…

Chad’s eyes close as he nods sending droplets of blood onto the floor and wall before he falls back into a seated position against the wall.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

Alan Stone lifts Chad hand briefly before checking on his condition. Jimmy Johnson begins to check on the condition of Casino. We head to commercial as EMTs rush down to both men.

Xandor Cross vs The Freak
Red, White, and Bruised 2010
07-02-2010

“This Moment” by Disturb hits up in the speakers as from the back to an enormous amount of uncheering is the challenger for the Aggression Title. Freak looks to the crowd, acting as though he is all high and mighty, he waves to the fans as though he is a King and dismissing servants who have displeased him.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at five feet seven inches and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds… he is… THE FREAK!

Freak steps up the steps and into the ring through the ropes, still dismissing the fans as though they are mere after thoughts.

“Requiem For A Dream” is in the speakers and the crowd are up on their feet for the Aggression Champion. His time in Rebel Pro may be a short one, up to this point, but they love him already. A slow fog envelopes the aisle from underneath the curtain as a hooded figure steps out from the back. Dressed in the long hooded robe, he holds the Aggression Championship over his left shoulder and in his right hand is held the Cat of Nine Tails.

JENNY JERSEY: From The City of Angels, he stands at six feet nine inches and weighs in at two hundred eighty-five pounds… He is your Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… XANDOR CROSS!

COREY TAYLOR: That whip has got to be illegal.

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve been here for over a year and you still don’t realize that there are no rules in Rebel Pro?

COREY TAYLOR: Quick jab to pull the votes your way huh Martinez? Well, do people know that your mother is standing on the corner of First and Second Avenue right now?

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Freak looks up to the towering form of Xandor Cross and to the whip in his hand. Xandor whips it out, but Freak is quick and avoids the blow. Freak slams a palm strike into Xandor’s ribs, but Freak is unable to avoid the second blow of the whip, the force of it sending him down to one knee. Freak with a knee strike to Xandor’s knees sends him down to one knee, but the whip cracks down a third time, connecting once again. Freak’s back is already torn and bleeding, but the pain seems to do the opposite and revive him. Freak leaps out of the way of the third strike, using the ropes to propell him up to deliver a front kick to Xandor’s face sending him stumbling backwards. Freak lands, spins, and sweeps Xandor’s legs out from under him. Cross hits the canvas on his back, already sitting back up after impact. Freak off the ropes, dropkick to Xandor’s head rolls him over onto his front, but he is still forcing himself back up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Freak has the Cat of Nine Tails!

COREY TAYLOR:(sarcastic) Illegal now is it?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, as I just recently told you, there are no rules in Rebel Pro or are you as dumb as you are deaf?

The metal pieces bite hard into Xandor’s back, drawing small trickles of blood quickly, but Freak brings it down a second time and is definitely enjoying himself. Freak brings it up for a third strike, but Xandor slams a fist into his midsection doubling Freak over. Xandor is up to his feet, uppercut sends Freak into the ropes. Irish whip sends Freak running, big boot sends him down. Xandor lifts Freak up, spinning around, spinning vertical suplex and Freak is on his back. Xandor up, off the ropes, big leg drop that would make Hulk Hogan jealous of its execution.

COREY TAYLOR: He stole that move from Hulk Hogan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hulk Hogan didn’t invent the leg drop, he just wasn’t smart enough to develop a more complex finisher.

Xandor lifts Freak up,Northern Lights Suplex that he holds for a pin and Alan Stone is in position.

One…

Two…

Freak rolls a shoulder up, pulling Xandor off balance. Xandor is up first, Freak with a shin kick gets Xandor off balance. Cross delivers a right hand slamming Freak back into the corner. Xandor runs, big leg over the top rope and Xandor is trapped with one leg on either side of the top rope. Freak smiles before mockingly nodding then methodically kicking the top rope. Freak up on the top rope, using his tight rope walking ability to jump up and down on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t care who you are, that is going to hurt.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

ROB MARTINEZ: Just because you don’t have any, doesn’t mean that all men don’t.

COREY TAYLOR: Hahahahahahuh? What did you say?

Xandor falls inside the ring, but is able to kick the top rope with a reserve of strength, Freak falls to the outside of the ring and down to the concrete floor. Xandor gets up, wincing at the pain between his legs before Xandor launches himself over the top rope with a plancha to the rising Freak. Big! Man! Plancha! Connects! Freak is slammed into the railing on the outside, but Xandor isn’t finished with him yet. Xandor takes the time to pound a few forearms into Freak before whipping him back into the ring apron. Xandor lifts Freak up over his head, Big Man Press Slam! Freak rolls over in agony as his front slams heavily onto the canvas. Xandor steps over the top rope, stalking his prey very slowly; seeming to savour the moment of the kill. Xandor leans over Freak, but Freak bounces up, connecting with the Cat of Nine Tails to Xandor’s face. The metal pieces dig into Xandor’s flesh, tearing grooves into his face, but Freak isn’t finished as he swings for the fences one more time. Xandor blocks the blow with his forearm, Freak having lost the advantage of surprise. Freak rushes in with another blow, Xandor kicks out with a boot. DDT! Xandor makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Freak kicks out, anger fueling him for the moment. Freak kicks out at the rising Xandor, but Cross catches the leg. Enzeguri to Xandor’s neck sends him down to one knee. Freak off the ropes, Shining Wizard takes Xandor off his feet. Freak slides out of the ring, going for a steel chair, he grabs two and slides back into the ring. Xandor is getting back up, but a chair shot misses and Freak is thrown off balance.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike One!

COREY TAYLOR: This is wrestling, not baseball.

Freak swings a second time, missing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steeeerike Two.

COREY TAYLOR: This is why I’m losing in the voting? The fans are complete idiots.

ROB MARTINEZ: No, that is why you are losing in the voting.

Xandor connects with the Cat of Nine Tails, right to Freak’s chest, drawing rivers of blood as the metal pieces dig deep into Freak’s chest flesh. Freak, swings again, connecting but Xandor slams the Cat back, connecting with a solid second swing, this one to Freak’s face sending him backwards into the ropes. Freak drops the chairs, Xandor presses his advantage. Xandor with a back suplex, but he picks Freak back up, Back Drop Driver! Freak is being tossed around as he tries to clear his eyes of the blood and think of someway to hurriedly get back into this match. Xandor lifts Freak up onto his left shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Emerald Flowsion! I haven’t seen that one in a while.

COREY TAYLOR: Well… uh… well… so!

Xandor covers for the pin and hopefully the win.

One…

Two…

Freak gets his shoulder up and Xandor realizes that his task may not be that easy. Xandor lifts Freak up, placing him onto his shoulder in an electric chair position. Freak wobbles from side to side, the blood still trickling down his face. Xandor leans forward, but Freak counters the Electric Driver with a spin and plants Xandor face first onto one of the discarded chairs. Freak lays there, breathing heavily before somehow shoving himself up and placing Xandor onto his back, head on the chair that he face planted. Freak stumbles over to the other chair, placing it on Xandor’s face before somehow managing to climb up top.

COREY TAYLOR: Ah hah! Freak is going for a high risk move.

ROB MARTINEZ:(sarcastic) Oh Great One, what gave it away?

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COREY TAYLOR: (unaware of the sarcasm) The fact that he is climbing up top Rob.

Freak launches himself into the air…

COREY TAYLOR: Shooting Star Press connects!

Freak just lays there as Alan Stone slides into position.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Freak!

Freak slides out of the ring, stumbling over to get his newly won Aggression title before holding it up and smiling through the mask of blood. Freak stumbles towards the back, weaving from side to side. In the ring Xandor Cross sits up, a crimson mask on as well, swiveling his head to watch Freak’s retreating back.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, an update on the voting results of the match between Rob Martinez and Corey Taylor…

The fans are really wondering about this match.

JENNY JERSEY: The current poll shows that Rob Martinez is leading by nearly a two to one vote ratio.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn the internet! Oh how it lies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you fans for the lead so far and now onto our next match.

Justin Case vs Akuma the Malignant
Armed Assault 2010
08-06-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen of the United States Armed Services, the following match is set for one fall with no time limit and is your Armed Assault Main Event of the evening. The match will be for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight World Title and will be contested under normal Rebel Rules…

“As Daylight Dies” its up in the speakers placed around the tent and from the back comes Jester, leading the caged Akuma to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is the challenger weighing in at at three hundred twenty-five pounds while standing at six feet seven inches; he hails from Parts Unknown he is led to the ring by Jester…. AKUMA THE MALIGNANT!

Jester shows the World Title to the crowd who give him massive boos, because they don’t like the idea of anyone stealing something that belongs to someone else. Jester is nonplussed as he unlocks the cage releasing Akuma into the ring.

“Victory” is now in the speakers as the crowd give Justin a bit more of a reaction, but he isn’t someone that they really approve of, but they know he will give it his all in this match.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at two hundred sixty-five pounds while standing at six feet five inches; he is accompanied to the ring by his manager Hugh Aredone… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME”… JUSTIN CASE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin looks determined as he steps into the ring here and ready to get his belt back, even though he did not lose it.

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the back comes Rebel Pro Owner Larry Gordon, he walks down to ringside where he receives a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

LARRY GORDON: Gents, blame it on the show or the fact that I’m a bit jet lagged, blame it on whatever but…

He shrugs.

LARRY GORDON: I nearly forgot to mention that this match will have both managers handcuffed to the railing around ringside to prevent their intervention in the match. I will not be bullied into a cage match Jester and I do not want either of you managers getting involved, so handcuffed to the railing you will be!

Two Armed Services men step from the back, handcuffing both Jester to one side of the railing while the other handcuffs Hugh to the opposite side of the ring’s railing. They sit near their selected charges to watch the match as Larry Gordon walks to the announce table to watch this highly anticipated matchup.

COREY TAYLOR: You just couldn’t help it could you?

LARRY GORDON: One more derrogatory word about me from you Taylor and you can find another job.

COREY TAYLOR: Did I mention how much weight you seem to have lost?

ROB MARTINEZ: You are pathetic Corey.

DING DING

Marina calls for the bell as Akuma stands, allowing Justin to circle him in the center of the ring. Marina is dressed in a very sexy refereeing outfit that is more along the lines of a string bikini than a full fledged outfit. Akuma swings at Justin, but the smaller Case is able to avoid the blow by ducking under and delivering a swift back kick to Akuma’s knee. Akuma stumbles forward a bit, but Justin is right on the larger man. Justin off the ropes, another kick to the right knee, before spinning around delivering a third kick to the leg but the large Akuma will not go down. Justin off the ropes flying cross body.

Caught!

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma showing his amazing strength there.

COREY TAYLOR: He is a monster!

Akuma lifts him up, turning him for a tombstone piledriver, Justin flips the larger man over backwards reversing the piledriver. He can’t hold him though, dropping him more on his neck than his head. Justin heads into the ropes, jumping knee drop on canvas as Akuma sits up ala Undertaker. Justin holds at his right knee, but Akuma is up. Right hand.

DING!

Justin is rocked from the blow.

DING!

Justin goes down on his as, but rolls up to his knees. Akuma with a running big boot off the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin somehow kicks that right knee of Akuma and the monster is down!

Justin begins to stomp away on the right knee, wearing the larger man’s base down, but Akuma isn’t weak enough for that yet as he gets back up to his feet. Justin leans down to grab the ankle.

CAUGHT!

By the throat and Akuma lifts in the double choke lift!

COREY TAYLOR: Malignant Afflication!

Justin fights, but Akuma slams him down heavily onto the canvas before turning his snarling attention to Marina Blue who is just calmly watching and flirting with a soldier? Akuma lifts Justin back up, whip into the corner sends Case chest first into the padding. Justin flips up and over the corner and is stumbling along the apron. Akuma slams a meaty forearm into his face sending him crashing down to the floor below and Case looks to be out cold as he clutches his chest. Akuma stands center ring awaiting orders and Case is not out as he climbs shakily up to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Case is still in this one, but for how long?

COREY TAYLOR:Who knows? That Akuma looks bigger, almost too big to be allowed.

Case is up, but he bends over clutching at his stomach as Akuma is running.

Huge man plancha over the top rope!

*CLANG!*

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin Case just hit the biggest homerun of his life!

Case drops the chair, holding at his vibrating arms and Akuma is not moving at all here, but Justin is unable to shake feeling back into his arms after the impact, but slowly he regains feeling. Justin stomps away on Akuma’s head, that no matter what has got to be hurting after that swing. Justin digs under the ring, he pulls out a wrench and the crowd is going wild for the hardcore fight that is fixing to take place now. Justin golfs the wrench right into Akuma’s knee sending the giant rolling over and clutching at his right knee; giant or not, it hurts when a wrench is slammed into your knee.

COREY TAYLOR: What is Jester yelling?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know but Akuma is getting back up.

Justin swings, but Akuma catches the wrist, he slams his right fist into Justin’s midsection stealing every ounce of breath from Case’s body. Akuma shoves up to his feet, lifting Justin up, he launches him bodily back into the ring before he

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is directed to find a suitable weapon. Akuma pulls out a table and tosses it into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is going to get bloody quick, fast, and in a hurry.

COREY TAYLOR: But these soldiers are absolutely loving it!

Akuma tosses a couple of chairs into the ring, and a case of beer bottles; where’d they come from?

ROB MARTINEZ: Where?

COREY TAYLOR: Its Rebel Pro don’t question it.

Akuma steps over the rope and back into the ring. He lifts Justin back up, whip into the ropes, big boot ducked by Case. Justin rebounds and is caught by Akuma. The challenger lifts Case up spinebuster onto the chairs; Justin rolls off holding at his back. Akuma seems to be smiling with joy as he lifts a chair up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Its like he has found new ways of torture.

COREY TAYLOR: This does not look good for Case retaining the Championship.

Akuma swings the chair, connecting solidly with Case’s back sending him into the corner. Akuma with a second swing sends him face first onto the top turnbuckle padding. Justin turns around and the chair is smashed right into his face; but no blood even though the skin is beet red from impact after impact. Justin stumbles forward out of the corner, barely keeping his feet, but somehow managing to do so. Akuma off the ropes, he runs past Justin bouncing off the other ropes.

ARROW OF FATE!

Justin falls right before Akuma gets there, the monster runs over him totally missing him. Akuma off the ropes and heads back for Justin bending down to lift him up to his feet.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn what a beer bottle smash to the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Blood everywhere!

The soldiers are on their feet as Akuma is barely managing to keep his with the force of Justin’s swing. Akuma has glass shining in his face and blood dripping down from many wounds as Case is still struggling to get back up. Case lifts up a chair and a bottle, he hits the ropes with his body leaping into the air. Case tosses the bottle into Akuma’s face and swings again for the fences.

ROB MARTINEZ: DAMN!

COREY TAYLOR: He could have blinded him!

Akuma falls down, blood now pouring from his face and Case on the attack. Justin places the right knee of Akuma into the fold of the chair before placing a second chair on top for added pain. Justin isn’t happy with this as he sets up the lone table and takes the time to lift Akuma’s leg onto it, and he has it set. Justin takes the second chair and instead of placing it on the knee, climbs to the top turnbuckle with it in his grasp. Justin leaps, putting the chair under his feet.

*CRASH!*

ROB MARTINEZ: Akuma’s leg has to be broken now!

COREY TAYLOR: He is writhing in pain which is more than we’ve seen from him yet!

Justin locks both ankles and stepping over locks on a sharpshooter! Akuma grunts in disbelief and pain as he looks to Jester who is saying something but it can’t be heard over the rising grunts from Akuma The Malignant. Justin reaches out for the ropes and added leverage, which is legal in Rebel Pro and the Champion knows it. Akuma crawls for the ropes, but Justin doesn’t relent the pain he is causing. Akuma in the ropes, Justin releases right before he reaches them; not that he has too. Justin swinging the chair connects solidly with the right knee and it folds again, something may be towrn in there or it may not bee, but it is definitely not at one hundred percent.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is on the warpath to win this match.

COREY TAYLOR: Both men are giving it their all, but Akuma has the height and weight advantage.

Justin swings, Akuma pounds his fist into the chair sending it back into Case’s face. Justin drops the chair as Akuma sends it back into his face again with a well placed kick. Akuma hits the canvas though the kick cost his right knee and Jester is ordering him to do something to destroy Justin.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Jester may be a little worried here.

COREY TAYLOR: I don’t even think he thought Akuma could feel pain.

Akuma has something in his eyes that isn’t pleasure, but more like hurt and confusion; perhaps he didn’t think he could feel pain either. A black bag comes flying into the ring from Jester, Akuma seizes upon it dumping out a thousand thumbtacks onto the canvas. Akuma must like thumbtacks because his eyes gleem with hurtful intent as he lifts Justin up with a huge gorilla press slam onto the tacks. Justin slams into the tacks, over a hundred sticking into his flesh and he grunts from the pain caused by the hundred tiny pinpoints. Akuma lifts Justin back up, MALIGNANT AFFLICTION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s face is turning purple!

COREY TAYLOR: This match has to be over!

Marina is not signalling for anything as neither man has given up; she is definitely calling this match down the line. Justin is hurt and bleeding profusiously as he tries to crawl away through the thumbtacks, but Akuma will not let him get very far. Akuma lifts him up to a kneeling position in front of him before slamming his fist down into Case’s upturned face and pounds him once, twice, three, and a fourth time. Case is gone, his eyes are closed and he falls towards Akuma.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin is unconscious, he has got to be.

COREY TAYLOR: There is blood everywhere, both men have lost a lot here, but Akuma’s size is just too much.

Jester yells for Akuma to deliver All’s End; Akuma obeys.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is this really necessary?

COREY TAYLOR: I agree, Justin has gone through enough and this is just humiliation that is unnecessary.

Akuma lifts him up, smiling as he walks towards the open case of empty beer bottles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not on the bottles, this is just ridiculous.

COREY TAYLOR: Can’t you stop this Gordon?

Gordon only looks over to Corey as he shrugs his shoulders.

LARRY GORDON: I am not the referee, only they can stop this match.

COREY TAYLOR: And she won’t, she loves this kind of stuff.

Akuma has him placed, and smiles broadly as he lifts and adjusts a bit more.

THE BENCHMARK!

Akuma’s face is driven through twenty empty glass beer bottles!

Justin rolls the big man over as another black bag comes in from the side of the ring, but this one tossed by Hugh Aredone. Justin smiles as he pulls out a tape player? He presses “Play”

JESTER’S RECORDED VOICE(from many snippits recorded from his promos): Akuma. Stay. Down!”

Akuma doesn’t protest as Justin rolls him over, draping an arm over his chest and looking daggers at Jester, while pointing to his own head as though he is the smartest person in the world.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Millennium Game” Justin Case!

Jester is furious that he was outsmarted in this match, Justin used a recorded voice of his to beat Akuma, a loop hole that Justin and his group flaunted perfectly.

ROB MARTINEZ: iIn the end, Jester and Akuma played Justin’s Game and Justin played his hand perfectly!

COREY TAYLOR: I never doubted his abilities, not once.

Larry Gordon steps into the ring as he hands Justin back his Rebel Pro World Heavyweight title and Case celebrates by holding the belt up high. The soldiers and all stand to give this match a standing ovation as Larry gets out to let Justin have his time to shine. The show fades away to the Rebel Pro logo.

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JT Whiplash vs Aeolus Wrath
Extreme Measures
01-19-2010

ROB MARTINEZ: Our next match features a journey-man wrestler who has quickly struck a chord with the REBEL Pro faithful in J.T. Whiplash against the troubled
and moody Aeolus Wrath, who had some very unkind words for Mr. Whiplash last week.
COREY TAYLOR: This Whiplash guy is a walking tragedy waiting to happen. Hopefully Aeolus does us all a favor and gets rid of this in-ring liability tonight!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, that remains to be seen, but for now, let’s just go to the ring with Jenny Jersey.
“Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play over the P.A. system as J.T. Whiplash walks out with Meghan Magnolia by his side, with J.T. waving a Rebel
flag and Meghan cheering him as the fans give J.T. a decent reaction.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall… introducing first… from Paint Rock, Tennessee… weighing in at two hundred
forty-five pounds… accompanied to the ring by Meghan Magnolia… J.T. WHIPLASH!
J.T. walks to ringside with the Rebel flag over his shoulder, shaking hands with the fans on his way to the ring. He then places the flag inside the ring-post
after going up the steps and he paces back and forth awaiting his opponent as “Code Of Energy” by Papa Roach begins to play over the P.A. system.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… from Somerset, Bermuda… weighing in at two hundred and six pounds… AEOLUS WRATH!
Aeolus Wrath then walks out to a vocal chorus of boos from the crowd as J.T. Whiplash decides not to wait and Whiplash starts firing haymakers at Wrath
on the entrance-way.
ROB MARTINEZ: J.T. Whiplash sure came ready to fight tonight! He’s not backing down one iota from Aeolus Wrath at the moment!
COREY TAYLOR: Oh, that hick’s just pissed that he didn’t get his welfare check!
ROB MARTINEZ: Will you stop already?
Aeolus fires some stiff buzz-saw kicks to the ribs of J.T. to try and hold him at bay, but the veteran uses his boxing jabs followed by a vicious right
hook, sending Aeolus over the railing. J.T. then grabs a fan at ringside’s beer and spits it in Aeolus’ face before DDTing him on the hard concrete.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good God! He just splattered Aeolus Wrath’s skull on the concrete!
COREY TAYLOR: He can’t do that! That’s assault with intent to kill!
J.T. celebrates for a moment with fans at ringside, tagging hands with a few of them. But just as Whiplash diverts his attention back to Wrath, he gets
caught in a drop toe-hold on the steel chair, knocking the 46-year old loopy while Aeolus picks himself back up.
ROB MARTINEZ: As much as I hate to say this, maybe J.T. shouldn’t have celebrated so soon on that DDT because now he’s paying the price.
COREY TAYLOR: Kids, J.T. Whiplash is living proof what one too many all-night binges can do to you in later years!
Aeolus then waits for J.T. to get up on his hands and knees before delivering a stiff buzzsaw kick right to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. Aeolus
then grabs him by the hair and kicks him repeatedly in the head as he shouts at the fans “WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR HERO NOW?!?” as the fans voice their
displeasure.
ROB MARTINEZ: Aeolus Wrath is simply out for blood tonight, and it looks like the unlucky victim is going to be J.T. Whiplash!
COREY TAYLOR: Whiplash’s tragic tale is about to end right here and now…
Wrath then picks up J.T. and tosses him back over the barricade. He then jumps on top of the barricade, getting his balance before going for a leg-drop
that misses it’s mark as Whiplash rolls out of the way. J.T. then picks up Wrath and does an old-school swinging neckbreaker to the arena floor. Not satisfied,
J.T. drags Aeolus up against the ring apron and converts with some stiff chops to the chest while the fans cry out the obligatory “WOOOOOO!” during the
chops.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good to see the REBEL Pro faithful so into this match, isn’t it, Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: I can’t believe they’re cheering for THAT LOSER, though! I guess he represents what all these inbred hill-billies are like.
J.T. goes for one more chop, but Aeolus blocks it and catches him with a Leg Sweep. He then takes the A/V cables around ringside and starts to strangle
the life out of J.T. with them, screaming “YOU’VE BREATHED YOUR LAST BREATH, YOU OLD FOSSIL!!!” before rolling him back in the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL Pro newcomer looks to be in a bad, bad way right now…
COREY TAYLOR: Finally, Aeolus is going to put this miserable geezer out of his misery!
Aeolus picks up J.T., wrenching his arm before hitting a vicious side kick to the jaw as he goes for a quick cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: That could be all she wrote, folks! One… Two… NO! Whiplash stays alive in this one!
COREY TAYLOR: I’m telling you, that old man is on borrowed time!
Aeolus then tries to go for a roundhouse kick to the back of the head, but J.T. ducks it and fires more boxing style punches into the abdomen of Aeolus
Wrath before running against the ropes and hitting a STIFF lariat, turning Wrath inside out as he goes for a cover of his own.
ROB MARTINEZ: We may have an upset in the making, folks! One… Two… Th- NO! Not quite!
COREY TAYLOR: That was too close for comfort there!
J.T. then gets to his feet and starts to stomp on the ankle, then the mid-section, then the shoulder, then the head, and goes all the way around for his
version of the Garvin stomp as he then grabs the leg of Aeolus Wrath, going for a Figure-4 Leglock as he spins around and applies the move with Aeolus
thrashing about in a great deal of pain.
ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like the old lion has the young lion firmly in his grasp right now!
COREY TAYLOR: Come on, Aeolus! Fight out of it, man! Fight out of it!
Aeolus lies on his back for a few moments to try and catch his breath as the referee counts.
ROB MARTINEZ: This may be it! One… Two… NOT YET!
Wrath sits back up in a great deal of pain as he tries to turn the hold desperately, trying to shift his weight around before turning themove over as now
J.T. is the one in pain.
COREY TAYLOR: Atta boy, Aeolus! Make him suffer, man! Make that old drunk suffer!
We see the pain etched on J.T.’s face as he fights and claws his way to the ropes. Finally, with one last lunge, he makes it to the ropes, breaking the
hold with the leverage. This doesn’t stop Aeolus from immediately targeting the legs of J.T., kicking him right in the legs as Whiplash gets up on his
knees and is met with a Buzzsaw Kick to the temple as Wrath goes for the quick cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man, J.T.’s head almost went into the nose-bleed section!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s gotta be it! One… Two… Thr- NO! HOW THE HELL IS THAT FOSSIL KICKING OUT?
ROB MARTINEZ: Fighting spirit, Corey. J.T. Whiplash is showing a lot of spirit here tonight as he refuses to stay down.
Aeolus then goes for a snap suplex, but J.T. blocks it and counters with a Sit-Out Gourdbuster as he falls flat on his back exhausted for a moment as the
referee checks on their condition.
COREY TAYLOR: I think the old man just used every last ounce of energy he had!
J.T. starts to stir first as Aeolus is slowly peeling himself off the canvas as well. J.T. pulls himself up first, but is quickly met out of nowhere by
a Shining Wizard to his face, knocking him out cold as Aeolus then goes to pick him up for the Son of Silence. As Aeolus, starts to make the forward roll,
he’s stopped in mid-move by J.T. who delivers a ferocious looking Spinebuster Slam to Wrath.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the Whip-Cracker! And he caught Aeolus Wrath out of nowhere with that!
COREY TAYLOR: This can’t be happening…
J.T. then makes a horns sign to the crowd as he picks up Aeolus Wrath for a piledriver, letting the blood rush to his head before he drops him with the
piledriver right on his head. J.T. then shouts “YEE-HAW!!!” as he motions to the top rope. With his legs having taken a beating in the match though, it
takes him some time to make it to the top rope.
ROB MARTINEZ: We may be seeing a HUGE upset here, ladies and gentlemen…
COREY TAYLOR: I think I’m gonna be sick…
But just before J.T. can make the splash, Aeolus kips up and hits him with a Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head as Meghan Magnolia looks concerned
by the fact that her man is sitting out cold on the turn-buckle. As Aeolus catches his breath for a moment, he springs off the top rope, going for the
Aeoshocker, but J.T. blocks it and sends Aeolus back-first on the canvas. Not hesitating, J.T. then musters up the best Top Rope Splash he can as he holds
his ribs before making the pin.
ROB MARTINEZ: REBEL YELL! J.T. Whiplash might do the unthinkable. One… Two… THREE!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! GOD NO!!!
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner… J.T. WHIPLASH!
J.T gets out of the ring, with “Simple Man” playing over the speakers as Aeolus gets up inside the squared circle, he rips the microphone from Jenny’s
hands and speaks into the cheering crowd.
AEOLUS WRATH(out of breath): So you think you are the best just because you have a pin over me?
J.T turns around, the Rebel flag waving proudly in his grasp as the crowd goes silent. J.T looks back up at Wrath.
AEOLUS WRATH: I bet you don’t have the guts to get back in this ring with me, I sure know you do not contain the intelligence to deny my request.
J.T looks at the crowd before handing the flag to his girlfriend and stepping up the ring steps. J.T steps through the ropes but Aeolus rams a knee into
the side of his head before lifting him on into the ring and delivering a vicious DDT onto the canvas. Just then, Aeolus grabs a kendo stick and starts
beating J.T. with it until Meghan covers him up. Disgusted with her, Aeolus then takes J.T.’s rebel flag and throws it over him, spitting on it several
times as the fans are immediately incensed to the point where some of the red-necks in the crowd are trying to jump over the barricade!
COREY TAYLOR: It looks like we’ve got a trailer park riot fixing to happen!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well, if it does happen, I say it’s justified because here in the South, you don’t mess with the Rebel flag because many still believe the
South will rise again. And hopefully J.T. Whiplash will rise again after this!
COREY TAYLOR: Uhhh… I kinda doubt it, Rob!
Meghan Magnolia kneels over a beaten and bloodied J.T. Whiplash as she screams for help as Aeolus smirks at the damage he’s done while the EMT’s pass by
him.

Macculloch/Krusty Kid Paul vs Cuzin’ Zeke/Kumquat KidMarion
Beatdown
02-16-2010

“Dress Like A Target” hits up and from the back to boos galore are the two hated wrestlers, Macculloch

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of Mac’s finest as they saunter down to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way down to the ring, the team of KRUSTY KID PAUL and MACCULLOCH!
The familiar banjo strumming hits up and the crowd begins to cheer wildly as from the back comes their opponents, both Zeke and The Kumquat Kid.
JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing their opponents, the team of CUZIN’ ZEKE and THE KUMQUAT KID!
Where KKP and Mac paid no attention to the outstretched hands of the fans, Zeke and The Kid make sure to slap every single outstretched hand.
DING DING
Mac dives in with a right hand rocking The Kid back up against the ropes. KKP ducks under a right hook from Zeke, delivering a back handed slap to Zeke’s
skull that sends him stumbling forward. Mac with an Irish Whip, KKP with one of his own and both Zeke and The Kid slam together with a thud. KKP and Mac
laugh before delivering two beautiful bulldogs down to the canvas.
ROB MARTINEZ: Mac and KKP looking good so far.
COREY TAYLOR: Was there any doubt?
KKP pulls Kumquat Kid up to a vertical base, right fist to the jaw has The Kid in the

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way and up to his knees. Paul rushes over, Zeke shoots up, spinebuster slams Paul nearly all on his neck, but Mac is getting back up, with anger burning
in his eyes. Mac rushes over, big boot sends him backwards into a neckbreaker from Kumquat. The Kid bounces back up, looking out to the crowd before hitting
the ropes, springboard moonsault onto Mac with a leg hook cover.
One…
Tw– Mac throws a shoulder up breaking the count. Zeke looks on with approval on his face. Paul with a vicious right hand to Zeke’s jaw as he swings around
with a swift kick right to the side of Zeke’s knee sending him to a kneeling position. Paul hits the ropes. The Kid comes flying over Zeke to deliver a
knee right into Paul’s face sending him back down to the canvas. The Kid helps Zeke up, pointing over to Mac who is now getting back up. Double clothesline
takes Mac over the top rope to the outside. Zeke turns his attention back to Paul who is beginning to get back up. Another double clothesline.
ROB MARTINEZ: Another clothesline.
COREY TAYLOR: Krusty ducks under hitting the ropes.
Paul slides down under the bottom rope, shaking his head before he wipes his face. Mac and Paul put their heads together, talking strategy. KKP and Mac
look up, Kumquat is airborn over the top rope with a suicide plancha taking out both men. Kumquat leaps to the railing, playing to the crowd before back
flipping off with a double knee into Mac’s midsection knocking the wind right out of him. Paul isn’t moving, but here comes Zeke to the outside, a bit
frustrated because Kumquat Kid didn’t get ahold of him sooner. Zeke pulls Paul up, Irish whip, but Paul reverses, but wait Zeke reverses again and Paul
is sent into the ringpost. Paul is stunned from the impact and the dazed look is evident on his face as he swings wildly, no target in sight. Zeke with
a quick jab to the ribs, following it up with a right fist to KKP’s jaw sending him backwards against the post.
ROB MARTINEZ: Zeke and The Kid on a roll.
COREY TAYLOR: Give it time.
Kumquat yells something out, Zeke drops down to all fours as The Kid uses him as a launching pad with a scissor kick that connects solidly with the ringpost.
Kid falls to the concrete holding at his knee that took the majority of the punishment. Zeke looks up as if to say, practice and that wouldn’t happen.
Mac nails Zeke in the back of the head with a steel chair sending Zeke to the concrete on his face. Mac stands over Zeke, another chair shot, a third,
and a fourth. Mac seems to be having a great time beating the hell out of Zeke’s skull with a steel chair, but Paul says that he wants a turn, Mac hands
him the steel chair. Paul holds it high over his head, The Kid manages to kick the back of Paul’s knee causing him to drop the chair and thus protect his
partner for the moment.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Kumquat Kid with a save there.
COREY TAYLOR: It was a close call, that chair nearly hit Mac.
Mac picks up the chair, he jumps over Paul to land stradling Kumquat Kid with the chair held high. Mac brings it down as Paul is digging under the ring
for something. The Kid seems to be out cold, but Paul laughs as he pulls a table out from under the ring, he sets it up as Mac laughs with hardcore delight.
Mac turns to the secretary from his promo, she obediantly hands him a Crown Royal bag that jingles slightly from the exchange.
ROB MARTINEZ: This… can’t be good for either Zeke or The Kid.
COREY TAYLOR: This promises to be deliciously hardcore.
Mac turns, but Zeke is there with a boot to the midsection causing Mac to drop the bag. Zeke with a DDT sends Mac’s skull into the concrete, but he rolls
up quickly to take on the rampaging KKP who rushes around the ring post. Zeke with a back body sends Paul into the air and onto the concrete, on his back.
Paul holds at the lower portion of his back, a wince forming on his face. Zeke with a running knee right to the back of Paul’s skull nearly folds him in
half, but here comes The Kid with a leg drop off the table onto Paul. Zeke nods again, but there seems to be something that Zeke is pondering as this match
continues here, he seems to be thinking and sizing The Kid up. Mac, showing his hardcoreness, pushes up to his knees behind Zeke.
COREY TAYLOR: There ain’t gonna be any sheep F*bleep*king tonight.
ROB MARTINEZ: Stop it. Zeke isn’t that way.
Zeke holds at his crotch in obvious pain before hitting his knees to receive a steel chair shot to the back of his skull. Mac delivers another chair shot,
but this one to The Kid before he dumps the contents of the Crown Royal bag onto the table. Bits of glass, barbed wire, and thumbtacks scatter all over
the table, Mac is laughing maniacally as he scoop slams The Kid onto the table. Paul gets up, but Zeke powers up, showing his determination. Zeke with
a right to Paul, KKP fires one right back. Zeke and KKP are exchanging rights and lefts here beside the table as Mac flies from the top rope, sending The
Kid through the table with a body splash. Mac rolls around the remains of the table, getting all sorts of the material stuck in his skin and hair before
standing up, showing the trickling blood from the multitude of wounds. He looks over to Paul before mouthing “Give ‘em Hell” and rolling The Kid inside
the squared circle.
COREY TAYLOR: Zeke and Paul are fighting into the crowd.
ROB MARTINEZ: Paul is holding his own against Zeke, but the man from Turkey Cross is holding his own against a true NAPW legend.
Mac lifts the bloody unconscious form of The Kid up to his feet, signaling that it is over.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtic Burial!
COREY TAYLOR: Mac with the cover.
One…
Zeke turns to try and stop the cover, he runs.
Two…
Zeke hops the railing.
Three.
Too late.
DING DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, the team of Krusty Kid Paul and Macculloch!
ROB MARTINEZ: What an intense match from these two teams.
COREY TAYLOR: Zeke held his own, I hate to admit it, but he did; while The Kid needs to stay up North.
Zeke pulls the bloody Kid out of the ring, helping his tag team partner to the back, while protecting him from further harm.

Chris Casino vs Johnny Maverick
High Stakes
03-16-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. And it is for the CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!!
The crowd rise up out of there seats as, Lead into Demise by Kingdom of Sorrow, plays through the loud speakers as Johnny Maverick comes out through the
curtains.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Washington, D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, he is the challenger… JOHNNY MAVERICKKKK!
Johnny Maverick walks down to the ring, doing a few taunts and finally enters the ring.
COREY TAYLOR: Johnny Maverick gets only a few boos!? What happened?
ROB MARTINEZ: The fans are liking his style.
COREY TAYLOR: WHY!!!
VINCENT BLACK: The same reason they loved to hate Hardcore Entertainment. We gave them hardcore entertainment and when we showed them what we could really
be without them, well, they hated us because they loved us so much at one time.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent from Las Vegas weighing in at two-hundred twenty pounds… He is your current Carolinas Champion! The Future… CHRISSSS
CASINO!
Immediately the fans boo, as Smooth by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hit the speakers. Chris Casino comes out from behind the curtains, with the Carolina’s
Title on his waist. Taunting the crowd, who don’t aprove of it.
COREY TAYLOR: Rob, tell those morons to stop hating on The Future.
ROB MARTINEZ: What’s wrong with you telling them?
VINCENT BLACK: Because he is a punk bitch.
Chris Casino walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. But before anything can get underway…
The lights in the arena switch to green as we can hear the new theme music of Yung Mula, “Money to Blow” featuring Birdman, Drake and Lil’ Wayne plays
loudly throughout the loudspeakers. As Yung Mula (Jer$ey, Mack and Chad Kurtis) are backstage with the roulette wheel.
COREY TAYLOR: Here they go again. What else can possibly happen tonight?
ROB MARTINEZ: We are about to find out.
JER$EY: Hold on! Hold on! Alan Stone do not ring that bell!!!
The fans cheer for Yung Mula as they can be seen on the big screen.
JER$EY: Before the match gets under way, let me tell you that High Stakes is a one of a kind show! A possible show of the year!!!
The fans cheer.
JER$EY: Don’t ya’ll agree??
The fans cheer loudly!!!
JER$EY: So why not, keep shooting for the goal? Once again, the wheel shall be spun to decide the fate for these two superstars, as well!
Chris Casino immediately goes over to Jenny Jersey and snatches the microphone.
Chris Casino: Jer$ey, Mack, Chad, Yung Mula, Yung (BLEEP) what the hell ever! Just in case you did not know. In my contract, it states that I do not have
to participate in any gimmick match, that roulette wheel is useless.
Jer$ey: Oh it is huh Chris? Since you are carrying that Carolina’s Championship, you think you can call the shots?!
Chris Casino: I know I can call all the shots. Alan, do your damn job and start this match.
Jer$ey: Hold on!!!
Jer$ey snaps his fingers as Mack pulls out his cell phone. As Jer$ey started to talk on it, to someone. His voice gets louder…
JER$EY: Oh really!? So his contract states everything, but that!?

JER$EY: No problem then. I guess I have no choice, but to do this one.

JER$EY: Alright, I’ll see you in a little bit!
Jer$ey hangs up the phone and hands it back to Mack.
JER$EY: Hey Chris! I just got off the phone with Larry Gordon. And umm… you’re right! I can not place you into any gimmick match.
The fans boo. As Chris takes off his belt, pleased by the words coming out of Jer$ey’s mouth.
JER$EY: So… with that being said… the only match that you will qualify to participate in is… an I QUIT MATCH!!!!
ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my!! That’s big.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s big alright. A big stupidity.
VINCENT BLACK: Can you make any less sense Corey?
The fans go nuts, as Chris Casino’s pleased face turns to anger.
CHRIS CASINO: An I QUIT match?! I refuse to wrestle in an I Quit Match, did you just not hear what I said you idiotic embasile?
Chris Casino, throws the mic down as he takes his belt back from referee Alan Stone, before he can handle it over to the timekeeper. Then he exits the
ring.
JER$EY: If you don’t get your ass back into the ring, by the count of ten. Not only will you lose, but your championship reign will end. And Johnny Maverick
will be crown the NEWWW CAROLINA’S CHAMPION! Oh yeah Chris, Larry Gordon wanted me to tell you that the only reason you are wrestling this “I Quit” match
is because in your promos this week, you agreed to it.
The big monitor went out as Chris Casino decides his fate. Whether he’s going to wrestle and defend his title against Johnny Maverick or if he’s just going
to give up his gold to him.
Referee Alan Stone, signaled for the bell and started the count quickly.
One..
Two..
Three..
Four..
Chris contemplates what to do.
Five..
Chris continues to walk away, his back to Johnny and the ring.
Six…
Seven..
ROB MARTINEZ: Uh Oh, Johnny Maverick is going after Casino.
COREY TAYLOR: That’s just pure stupid. Why would he do that? He had an easy win.
VINCENT BLACK: Simple, he wants to f*bleep*king fight.
ROB MARTINEZ: I guess he wants to earn it.
Johnny runs towards Casino and clocks him with a elbow shot towards the back of his head. Which stuns him a bit. He then grabs his head spins him around
and starts giving him a couple of jabs to the face. Chris drops his belt and then he begins to trade blows with Johnny. As he backs Maverick, towards the
ring apron. With the two still trading blows, Chris stops Maverick’s pace with a poke to the eyes.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Chris then grabs him by the head and tights, swinging him back into the ring. He start to get a few stomps to the backside. He picks up Maverick and continues
to give him a few jabs, until he’s in the corner. He knees Maverick into the midsection three times. He then sends him flying into the opposing corner.
He quickly runs behind him to get a big splash, but Maverick side swipes him and Chris eats all of the turnbuckle.
The crowd rises.
Johnny Maverick immediately changes the pace of the match, which is in his favor now. He sends Chris into the ropes as he waits for him to come back and…
Powerslam!
Johnny Maverick goes for a cover.
Alan Stone reminds Johnny, that it’s not a pin fall match. It’s a I QUIT match. He then gets up off of Casino, and quickly heads to the microphone that
Casino dropped down earlier.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT???
CHRIS CASINO: (Catching his breath) No! You Bitch!!!!
Johnny nails him over and over with the mic.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: NOW CHRIS, DO YOU QUIT!???
CHRIS CASINO: … … I… said… NO!
Johnny tries to hit him again, but Chris kicks Johnny in a spot where no man wishes to be hit.
ROB MARTINEZ: That’s just wrong!
COREY TAYLOR: Don’t forget, that this is REBEL-Pro. Anything can happen.
VINCENT BLACK: He just got hit in the nads. That reminds me, it is time for Fantasy Baseball again, anyone out there interested in joining my league?
That turns the tide in the match, as Chris gets up off the mat rubbing his forehead from the repeated shots to the head from the mic. He quickly nails
Johnny with a DDT!!!
That took everything out of both men. Referee Alan Stone, looking puzzled at the moment. They both are trying to use the aide of the ring ropes. Johnny
somehow gets up first and quickly runs towards Chris, who ducks out of the way pulling the ropes down sending Johnny flying towards the mat on the outside.
Chris gets on the turnbuckle ropes and starts to taunt the crowd. As he gets nothing but boos. On the outside, Johnny is twisting and turning. Chris goes
on the outside, picks up Johnny and scoop slams him back to the floor.
ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny’s back is taking a ton of punishment here since he cam flying over the top rope.
COREY TAYLOR: Impressive huh!?
VINCENT BLACK: Seriously, I’m looking for anyone interested in playing Fantasy Baseball in 2010.
Chris goes over to the announcer’s table, grabbing a headset.
CHRIS CASINO: This is just what I do to anyone who steps into the ring with “The Future”. What do you think so far Corey?
COREY TAYLOR: Perfect!!!
ROB MARTINEZ:: Ridiculous.
CHRIS CASINO: It is perfect because Chris Casino is perfect.
Chris spots Johnny Maverick’s sudden movement and quickly heads back over to put in some more damage. As Johnny is upon his knees still kind of bending
down, Chris kicks him in the stomach. He then waits for a couple of minutes as Alan Stone tells Chris to get back in the ring. Johnny Maverick takes about
a minute to get up to his feet…
WHAMMMM!!!!!!
A SUPERKICK PLANTED by Chris Casino!
Chris Casino signals its over, as he grabs a microphone from the timekeeper and kneels down beside Johnny.
CHRIS CASINO: SAY it Johnny and the pain will end!!!
JOHNNY MAVERICK: …..I…..I…..
Before Johnny can say any more, Casino aides Johnny up to his feet.
Chris Casino: Get your ass up.
He then nails him in the face with the microphone, sending a huge THUDDD, throughout the arena. Johnny is still up although his face is upon the little
timekeeper table. Chris picks his head up and…
Bam!!!
Right back onto the table.
BAM!!!
Once more.
BAMMM!!!
And again…
Chris Casino taunts the crowd once more. He then gets into the ring to calm Alan Stone down a little bit, then immediately heads back to the outside of
the ring. Johnny is still laying upon the table, Chris Casino picks his head up…
WHAMMMMM!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: What the!!!
VINCENT BLACK: Casino just got a mouth full of ring bell ala mode.
Chris Casino eats the ring bell. He slowly falls backwards crashing to the mat. As Johnny falls to his knees, trying to catch his breath a little.
ROB MARTINEZ: What a match!
COREY TAYLOR: Before Johnny screwed up.
VINCENT BLACK: Johnny did what he had to do to get an advantage, nothing wrong with that.
With Casino still on the mat, Johnny gains momentum as he picks up Chris and shoves him back into the ring with a microphone in hand.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: DO YOU QUIT!!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ………..
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I SAID DO YOU QUIT!!!
CHRIS CASINO: ………….
JOHNNY MAVERICK: I’m going to say this one more time. DO YOU QUIT!!???
CHRIS CASINO: ….
The lights went off in the arena.
COREY TAYLOR: What the hell is going on!?
With the lights off, you can hear a bunch of rumbling in the ring. But nobody can see what’s going on.
After a minute or two, the light finally comes on, with Johnny Maverick laid out. Chris is still in the same spot. As he gets up little by little, he picks
up Johnny Maverick…
ROB MARTINEZ: UH OHHH!!
THE BANKRUPT………STOPPED!!
Johnny on his little life buzz, shoved Chris into the turnbuckle. As Chris comes back hard, with a back elbow shot from the second rope! Johnny ducks out
of the way….
THHHEEE ABBBMMM!!!!!
COREY TAYLOR: OH S(BLEEP)!!
ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that, Another Body Murdered.
VINCENT BLACK: It’s over!
Johnny goes for the microphone once again, but before he can get over towards Chris. Someone grabs him from the outside, and he crashes to the mat. Taking
the last bit of wind from him, but Johnny still manages to get up. The mask men removed the mask.
IT’S KKP!!!
He snatches the camera from the camera man. And….
KNOCCCKEEEDDDDD!!!!
The devastating blow, messes up the camera setup. You can hear everything, but can’t see anything at all.
ROB MARTINEZ: We’ll try to get you guys another camera back up as soon as possible, because we are having a little technical difficulty at the moment.
COREY TAYLOR: KKP, knocked the hell out of Johnny Maverick.
VINCENT BLACK: We don’t have these kind of technical difficulties in my Fantasy Baseball league.
KKP picks up Johnny Maverick, as he is pouring out blood right above his left eye. KKP balls up his right fist and, K-Cutter!
ROB MARTINEZ: Holy crap, K-Cutter!
Spyke Gein runs out to even the odds, he and KKP trade rights, back and forth. With Johnny almost out of it he rolls back into the ring, to go after Chris.
But with his back turned…..
BANKRUPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!
He then shoots for ROLLING THE HARD 7, with the microphone in hand, but Johnny counters by performing the standing arm wrench. Johnny locks in the Perfect
Armbar! Casino’s face is right beside the microphone as he dropped just a second before.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Say it Chris!
CHRIS CASINO: F*bleep*k you!
KKP heads back towards the ring, but Spyke nails him in the back of the head with a beer bottle, busting it over his head.
Johnny Maverick applies the submission harder and tighter.
JOHNNY MAVERICK: Its either your arm snapping or your win streak Chris, your decision because I am not releasing this hold!
CHRIS CASINO: QUIT!! I QUITT!!!!
Alan Stone, signals for the bell but the bell isn’t in the timekeeper’s possession.
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEW Carolina’s Champion Johnny Mavvvvverick!
The fans are shocked that the returning Johnny Maverick was able to upset Chris Casino, they are in shock but immediately jump to their feet in cheers
of adoration as Casino has been dethroned of his title. They begin to laugh at Casino’s smug face, as he holds his arm and both he and KKP make their way
to the back. Spyke slides into the ring, licking the Carolinas Championship clean?
VINCENT BLACK: What is that idiot doing?
COREY TAYLOR: Who Rob?
ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps hoping the Carolinas belt is actually chocolate wrapped in gold?
VINCENT BLACK: Don’t be an idiot, Gordon would have already eaten it by now.

Chad Kurtis vs Marcus Marion
Birthday Bash 2010
04-02-2010

JENNY JERSEY: Our next match is for the REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
“My Michelle” cues up.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-three pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS
MARION!
Marion emerges from the curtain, looking out at the hundreds of booing fans. He walks slowly and confidently before rolling into the ring and stretching
against the ropes.
Kid Rock cues up.
MEGA POP!
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in at—
ROB MARTINEZ: Listen to this CROWD! We can’t even hear Jenny Jersey!
COREY TAYLOR: So long as we can still see her, all is good with the world.
JENNY JERSEY: –the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “THE SHOW’ CHAD KURTIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t hear myself think!
COREY TAYLOR: The mouse on the wheel inside your head must be a Chad Kurtis fan too.
Kurtis, World Title on his shoulder, strolls down to the ring, slapping the hands of every fan along the way. He drops the belt at the timekeeper’s table
before rolling into the ring. He goes to his corner and stretches, his eyes locked on his opponent.
DING DING
The competitors for the championship of the world lock-up mid-ring. Marion pushes Kurtis into the ropes. Kurtis pushes back into the opposite ropes, release.
Chop! Chop! Irish whip, reversed! Kurtis off of the ropes, Marion ducks his head, Kurtis somersaults on his back, grabbing his underarms and applying a
crucifix!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Kurtis back to his feet as Marion stands. Slap! Chop! Chop! Kurtis whips him into the corner, Marion hits it. Kurtis whips him across the ring, Marion
reverses, sending Kurtis into turnbuckle front first. Kurtis stumbles back, roll-up from behind!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Marion quickly applies headscissors to Kurtis, clenching his throat. Kurtis attempts to get out to no avail. Marion sprawls and applies a side headlock.
As he wrenches it, Kurtis slowly gets to his feet. Kurtis with a back suplex—no! Marion flips backwards. Marion with a short-arm clothesline, ducked by
Kurtis! Kurtis reverses it into a hammerlock, twisting his arm. But Marion snapmares him over. Marion runs off of the ropes, Kurtis stays low, Marion hops
over him. Kurtis stands… hits Marion with an arm-drag takedown! Marion to his feet… another arm-drag takedown! He pulls Marion up. Armringer! He holds
onto his arm and with his other: knife edge chop! Another! Another! Marion reverses into an armringer of his own. He twists it around once, twice… Kurtis
cartwheels and flips Marion onto his back!
ROB MARTINEZ: If we were scoring this contest, up until that move right there, it was a dead heat!
COREY TAYLOR: Really? I always keep a tally here and right now I have Marion winning by a landslide.
Kurtis holds onto his arm and wraps his legs around it, applying a serious armbar. But before he can really cinch it in, Marion finds his eyeball with
his two longest fingers. Kurtis releases the hold, his hands on his face. Marion rises quickly, off of the ropes… dropkick to Kurtis’ face!
COREY TAYLOR: Let the Revolution commence!
Marion plants a foot on the back of Kurtis’ knee. Knee stomp! Another! A third! He switches legs. Kurtis tries to get up to no avail. Three more knee stomps!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis’ knee problems are well-documented. Marion is taking advantage!
COREY TAYLOR: It’s a dog eat dog world! And Marcus Marion likes his meat!
ROB MARTINEZ: …
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, we’ll edit that out for the DVD.
Marion places both feet on the back of Kurtis’ knees. And he pulls up on his arms. Kurtis cries out in pain, his legs and arms stretching like a guillotine.
Marion pulls back, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Somehow, Kurtis is able to get one knee up. He slowly pushes up, releasing his second leg. Kurtis
grabs Marion’s hands and spins around, forcing Marion to twist around… neckbreaker! But both men quickly get to their feet, Marion dropkicks Kurtis’ knee,
sending him to the ground, stopping only then to grab his neck from the previous move.
ROB MARTINEZ: Amazing action these opening minutes!
COREY TAYLOR: Not one steel chair? Not one table? What is this? NAPooW?
ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t sell REBEL short! We’ve always been home to technical masters!
Marion grabs his right leg, bends it and drops a knee into it, before applying a vicious kneelock. Kurtis hollers and tries to attack Marion with his arms
but with little success. Finally, Kurtis is able to get his free leg past Marion’s head and then at the side of his skull with a swift kick. Marion falls
to the side, clutching his face as Kurtis gets to his feet. Marion stands just in time to be chopped once, twice, three times! Roaring elbow! A second
one! Marion falls against the turnbuckle. Kurtis runs back to the opposite corner and charges in with a flying knee aimed for Marion’s head, but Marion
ducks out of the way just in time and Kurtis hits it full-on!
COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, good work, Chad. Use your injured knee to attack someone when that someone happens to be one of the fastest ring generals since Michael
Massacre. We may have a talented world champion, but he is about as intelligent as that toothless hick behind me.
ROB MARTINEZ: One, Chad Kurtis has always been a daredevil. And two, that toothless hick pays your salary!
COREY TAYLOR: No need to name call. Maybe his teeth are just really small.
Kurtis immediately falls to the ground, holding his clutched knee. Marion smiles and raises his arms high into the air, drawing the ire of the fans. He
goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He rolls back into the ring and immediately brings the chair down on Kurtis’ wounded knee! Kurtis grabs it
and cries out on pain!
COREY TAYLOR: No DQ! No Countout! No Bullshit! REBEL Pro!
He charges again but Kurtis rolls forward… drop toe hold! Marion falls, the chair sandwiched between the ring and his skull as he crashes down. Kurtis
rolls to the ropes and attempts to pull himself up, holding his knee, clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion rises. He calls out the champion’s name before
planting a STIFF kick to his face! Kurtis falls near the turnbuckle. Marion goes to the outside and reaches back in, grabbing Kurtis’ ankles. Figure-four
around the ringpost!
ROB MARTINEZ: There will come a point when Chad Kurtis will have to decide if he really wants to keep that strap if it means his career is over!
Kurtis is screaming, refusing to tap out, but clearly in a great deal of pain. Marion nods his head, blood trickling down his forehead from the drop toe
hold, applying as much pressure as possible. Kurtis grabs onto the bottom-rope, attempting to use the leverage to escape but to no avail. The fans are
chanting his name, but there is little he can do!
COREY TAYLOR: Marcus Marion is the fastest-rising star we’ve seen since Derrick Steele!
ROB MARTINEZ: I cannot argue with you there.
Kurtis manages to swing himself outside of the ring, pulling Marion up into the ringpost, where his groin hits it hard! Marion rolls back onto the cement,
grabbing himself, screaming. Kurtis hops onto one knee and catches Marion as he rises. STARMAKER! ON THE OUTSIDE! He takes a moment to examine his injured
knee, then rolls him in. COVER!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis! Chad Kurtis! Never count that man out!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Kurtis gets to his feet, limping around the ring, slapping his chest, pumping the excited fans up. He climbs the turnbuckle with some difficulty… SHOOTING
STAR PRESS! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Kurtis shakes his head in disbelief but doesn’t waste a moment bringing Marion to his feet. He pushes him into the corner then whips him across the ring.
He runs in but Marion gets a foot up! Kurtis staggers back, Marion runs in with a clothesline. Ducked by Kurtis! Superkick from the world champ! Marion
falls to his knees. Kurtis off of the ropes, running knee strike to Marion’s head! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Kurtis now going up top again. Again favoring his foot, but he ignores the pain and climbs slowly. But Marion gets to his feet. And he dropkicks the turnbuckle,
shaking it and forcing Kurtis to land spread eagle! Kurtis cries out in pain as Marion climbs up… SUPER GERMAN SUPLEX!
COREY TAYLOR: Never count Marcus Marion out!
Crawling cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE—KICKOUT!
Marion picks up the steel chair, visibly frustrated. He jams it into the knee—NO! Kurtis rolls out of the way and manages to get to the outside. Marion
drops the chair. Baseball slide dropkick to Kurtis… who moves out of the way! Fists of fury from both men! Marion with a kick to the gut. Irish whip… reversed!
Marion hits the guard rail! Kurtis runs in, Marion ducks his head. Kurtis runs up his back, SHOWTIME OFF OF THE GUARD RAIL TO THE CEMENT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Kurtis slowly gets to his feet, drawing amazing cheers from the fans. He rolls Marion into the ring and follows him in. Kurtis forced to take his time,
trying not to injure his knee any more than necessary. Kurtis grabs Marion for the CK FINALE! But Marion spins around and lifts Kurtis up with his neck…
HUGE SPINEBUSTER SLAM!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marcus Marion clearly prepared for Chad Kurtis’ entire moveset!
COREY TAYLOR: That’s why they call him revolutionary!
ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s just what he calls himself…
Both men on the mat, trying to regain their composure. Marion wipes the blood from his eyes and tries to shake off the effects of the Showtime. Kurtis
tries to get the wind that was knocked out of him back in. Marion rises first. And goes up the turnbuckle as Kurtis stands and turns around… flying clothesline!
Marion picks up Kurtis… he’s going for the REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! Kurtis gets Marion up in the air with his NECK! RUNNING SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis one-ups his challenger! Amazing action here tonight!
CHAD KURTIS: That’s right! I did!
Marion rolling around, clutching his back as Kurtis limps around, soaking up massive cheers. Kurtis with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
NO!
KICKOUT!
Kurtis grabs Marion’s head. He’s bringing him up top!
Kurtis fails to get Marion into a CK FINALE 2.0 position. Marion and Kurtis exchange blows! Neither able to get the advantage. Finally, Marion locks Kurtis
for a DDT. But Kurtis elbows out of it! Kurtis with a knee to the gut and he locks in a DDT of his own! But Marion elbows out of it! They exchange vicious
headbutts, Marion’s blood spreading to Kurtis’ forehead! Kurtis with a knee to the gut… DDT! NO! MARION HOOKS KURTIS ON HIS WAY DOWN! BOTH MEN DDT’D TO
THE OUTSIDE!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
ROB MARTINEZ: NO! NO! This match can’t end like that! NO! NO!
COREY TAYLOR: MARION, GET UP! ROLL HIM IN AND PIN HIM!
The referee checks both men, wondering if the match can go on. Neither competitor stirs. Each bleeding from gashes on their foreheads.
ROB MARTINEZ: You know what, I take back what I said before. If it means these men can continue their careers, I say call the match now.
Slowly, both men get to their feet. Massive applause from the audience.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: These men are MONSTERS!
COREY TAYLOR: Look, I know I am a sarcastic ass, but I can’t believe these two are continuing!
Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Punch from Marion. Punch from Kurtis. Roaring elbow from Kurtis! Another! A third! Marion stumbles
back into a steel chair. Instinctively, he picks it up and brings it down on Kurtis’ skull! Kurtis staggers… but does not fall! Marion lifts the chair…
Kurtis kicks him in the gut! He grabs the chair. Swings it! CRACK! Marion nearly drops to the ground but somehow remains on his feet. A second swing… Marion
with a kick to the gut! Steals the chair back! He swings it! Kurtis ducks, the chair bounces off the corner of the ring apron. Kurtis with an ASAI MOONSAULT
OUT OF NOWHERE! NO! Marion catches him in mid-air! He goes for some type of suplex but Kurtis follows through with a headscissors takedown! Marion hits
the cement hard as Kurtis leaps onto the ring apron once more. 450 SPLASH! NO! Marion gets his knees up just in time! Marion gets to his feet before Kurtis
is able to. Kurtis walks right into a huge belly-to-belly suplex!
ROB MARTINEZ: That cement is UNFORGIVING!
COREY TAYLOR: I’ve never apologized to it, not even for the time I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.
Marion takes a moment to argue with one of the many booing fans before attempting to apply a figure-four to Kurtis. Kurtis kicks him away. Marion stomps
on his head and attempts to pick him up. Kurtis with a shot to the gut! Another! A third! He gets to his feet! Punch after punch to Marion! Marion blocks
it. Punch after punch to Kurtis! Kurtis falls back, Marion charges forward with a huge lariat but Kurtis ducks it! Kurtis with a HUGE spinning heel kick!
Kurtis picks Marion up and tries to roll him back into the ring. But Marion fires a succession of elbows into the champ’s gut! Marion with a jawbreaker
that sends Kurtis reeling. Marion goes after Kurtis, who spins around, kicks him in the gut… SNAP FISHERMAN’S BUSTER!
COREY TAYLOR: Michael Massacre was RIGHT! We should have put mats on the outside of the ring like those RESPECTABLE feds do!
ROB MARTINEZ: I thought you loved our extreme style?
COREY TAYLOR: Not when it threatens the Revolution!
Kurtis rolls him into the ring. He picks Marion up. CK FINALE! NO! Marion reverses into a back body drop! NO! Kurtis with a SUNSET FLIP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! KICKOUT!
Marion kicks forward, hooking Kurtis’ legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO! NO! SO CLOSE!
Both to their feet. Clotheslines take down each of them!
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
ROB MARTINEZ: I have to agree with our fans! What a MATCH!
COREY TAYLOR: I thought they were complimenting my haircut?
Both get to their feet. Marion runs in with a clothesline, Kurtis ducks. Marion off of the ropes, caught by Kurtis with a HURRICANRANA ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE– NO! NO!
Both men to their feet. Slap to the face from Marion. Slap to the face from Kurtis! Slap! Slap! Kurtis with an Irish whip, reversed into a short-arm clothesline,
Kurtis ducks under the arm. Waistlock. Marion with an elbow. Another. Another. Breaks it! Marion off of the ropes. Another HURRICANRANA! NO! This time
Marion reverses into a POWER BOMB!
And in the middle of the ring… he locks on the FIGURE-FOUR!
Kurtis flipping out, slamming his arms but verbally refusing to submit. His knee feeling more pressure than it ever has in his entire career. His flailing
slowly stops. The referee raises his arm…
ONCE.
TWICE.
THREE.
ROB MARTINEZ: Nothing Chad Kurtis could do! He fought and fought and fought–
NO! Kurtis hulks up! And he reverses it into a SHARPSHOOTER! He wrenches it, screaming out, blood trickling down his face as Marion tries to ignore the
pain. But Marion is able to re-reverse it back into the FIGURE FOUR! Kurtis again flails but slowly begins losing consciousness… his arm raised:
ONCE!
TWICE!
THREE!
COREY TAYLOR: FINALLY!
NO! NO! HULK UP! Kurtis with a punch to Marion! AGAIN! A THIRD TIME! A FOURTH! A FIFTH! The hold BREAKS! Kurtis tries to pull himself up by the ropes but
is clearly having a great deal of trouble. The referee asks if he wants to continue and he cries out: (BLEEP) YES! Marion Irish whips Kurtis into the opposite
ropes, he bounces off. DROPKICK TO HIS KNEE!
Kurtis falls to the mat, holding his knee, hollering. Marion picks him up. REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! NO! Kurtis gets him up on his SHOULDERS! Marion tries
to elbow out but Kurtis has him up high! But Kurtis’ knee buckles and he falls to the ground before he can finish the maneuver!
COREY TAYLOR: Chad Kurtis should have done more squats!
ROB MARTINEZ: Marion has been working on his injured knee ALL MATCH!
Kurtis screams, on bended knee, examining where the pain is coming from and what, if anything, he can do right now to stop it. Marion picks up the steel
chair. SWING! BUT KURTIS DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT! Kurtis springs to his feet. Kick to the gut! CK FINALE! CK FINALE!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how he did it, but… BEAUTIFUL EXECUTION!
COREY TAYLOR: He’s paying the price now!
Kurtis rolls around on the ground, unable to stand. Marion is knocked out in the middle of the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: There is no doubt that if Chad Kurtis can get over to Marcus Marion that this match will be over!
COREY TAYLOR: Hate to admit it, but you’re right.
Thirty seconds pass. Forty. Fifty. A minute. Finally, Kurtis begins using the rope to get up, attempting to get to Marion to make a cover. He limps slowly
towards him, favoring his knee. And his knee gives out again! He falls!
ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t even CRAWL!
Marion springs to life, grabs Kurtis… REVOLUTIONARY THRILL! COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
THAT’S IT!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE REVOLUTIONARY” MARCUS MARION!
The response from the fans is a mix of booing and generous applause for the nearly forty-minute effort from both competitors. Jenny hands the World Title
to the new champ who holds it up high! Chad Kurtis refuses help from the medical technicians and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Marion helps him. Kurtis
nods appreciatively. Smirk from Marion… and he RUNS CHAD OVER WITH THE TITLE BELT! He holds the belt up high as the applause is replaced with MASSIVE booing!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH COME ON! Shake the guy’s hand, don’t do THAT! What a SCUMBAG!
COREY TAYLOR: Hey! That’s our World Champion! Show some respect!
Marion lays the boot to Kurtis who is helpless in the middle of the ring.
HERE COMES JT WHIPLASH AND MATTHEW KURTIS! They storm the ring. Whiplash and Marion exchange blows, while Matthew helps Chad up.
HERE COMES THE FREAK! He kicks out connecting with Matthew’s skull before turning to kick Whiplash’s knee. Marion and The Freak lay the boots to Whiplash!
HERE COMES JER$EY AND MACK! As they enter the ring, Marion and The Freak exit. Marion walks back up the aisleway, patting his World Title as Yung Mula
check on Whiplash and Kurtis. The Freak grabs a beer bottle from a fan at ringside, takes a swig…
AND BASHES IT OVER THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Marion falls, his face landing square in a discarded nacho cheese container. The Freak smiles as the confused fans look on.
ROB MARTINEZ: CHAOS! CHAOS! This is what happens when MARCUS MARION is the CHAMPION of the WORLD!
COREY TAYLOR: That sip of beer really affected The Freak!
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know who is on who’s side now, but I know this, we have a new world champion and a new era has begun in REBEL Pro Wrestling. I also
know that, despite that bitter ending, that match was incredible!
COREY TAYLOR: Damn straight. Can I go home now?
ROB MARTINEZ: Please.
COREY TAYLOR: Can I have a ride?
ROB MARTINEZ: (sighing) Again? I thought you fixed your car?
COREY TAYLOR: I bet it that Marion would defeat Kurtis in under thirty minutes.
ROB MARTINEZ: Geez… well, this is Rob Martinez. For Corey Taylor, have a good night and see you next week!