We cut right into the ring, no fancy intro, just some damn Rebel Pro Action!

JENNY JERSEY: In the left corner, we have The Millennium Game Justin Case!

Booooooooo!

JENNY JERSEY: And in this corner we have The Show Chad Kurtis!

Roof… well its gone… not really but it could have been.

DING DING

Chad comes off firing a right forearm into Case’s face, but Justin ducks under sending Chad over with a hiptoss to the canvas. Chad rolls up to his feet kicking out with a superkick in the early going. Justin ducks to the side, catching the ankle and dragging Chad down to the canvas in an ankle lock. Chad rolls over quickly kicking out with his free foot to connect with air as Justin releases the hold as he ducks out of the kick’s path. Chad kips up to his feet, ala Shawn Michaels, just as Justin rolls up to his feet as well. Chad ducks under a clothesline kicking backwards but Justin spins out of the way and into the ropes coming off with a running forearm. Chad catches the wrist going up behind Justin in a crucifix position bringing Justin over to smash his head into the canvas. Justin rolls back up to his feet a bit slower than before but Chad is already there whipping Justin into the ropes with an Irish whip. Justin with a reversal sends Chad into the ropes instead and lowers his head for a back body drop. Chad with a swinging neckbreaker! No wait, Justin counters with a neckbreaker of his own and Show is down. Chad rolls over slower than before but is getting back up to his feet as Justin does the same.

BUBBA J: Chad and Justin putting on a clinic here in the early going.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth technical wrestling, not something we are used to seeing from a Rebel Pro match.

Chad with a sweeping roundhouse kick, Justin ducking under slamming Chad in the back of the head with his forearm, grabbing a side headlock. Chad with an elbow into the side of Case, a second, and a third doesn’t break the hold. Chad wraps his arms around Case’s waist, lifting up, falling back sending Case’s head into the canvas hard. Chad back up to his feet, coming at Justin as Case sits up slowly. Chad leaps over Case, bouncing off the ropes with a dropkick, but Case lays back down and Show flies over missing his target. Case up quickly, pulling Chad up to his feet. Chad with a right hand, breaking out of the front facelock into an arm wrench into a wristlock. Chad with a swift kick to the ribs, a second, and going for a third when Case grabs the foot shoving Chad down before locking on a single legged Boston Crab. Chad crawls for the ropes.

BUBBA J: No safety in the ropes in Rebel Pro Chaddy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But we’ve seen Chad get out of this hold before, different wrestler, same hold.

Chad is about a foot from the ropes when Justin drags him back to the center of the ring. Chad twists and pushes himself up and to the side breaking the hold temporarily. Case spins around, Chad plants both feet right into his gut doubling the former Rebel Pro Champion over at the waist. Chad kips back up, off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker. Case shoves him away just before he finishes the move preventing it for a second time. Chad uses the momentum to spring off the middle rope catching Case in the temple with a spinning toe kick causing him to hit the ropes. Case bounces back right into a snap Northern Lights suplex that gets the crowd’s big pop. Chad rolls over dropping a leg drop across Case’s neck before he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Case gets up to his feet, his back to Chad. Case turns, Chad flies off with a front flipping dropkick. Case catches the feet, falling backwards and catapulting Chad face first into the opposite corner!

BUBBA J: What a counter there from Case!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I tend to agree, Chad is feeling the effects of that one.

Chad slowly pulls himself out of the corner as Justin stalks over. Chad turns around, not focusing on anything but throwing a wild haymaker in hopes of connecting. Case grabs the wrist, bringing it into his chest before hooking Chad up, allowing him to spring from the middle ropes and twist slamming the top of Chad’s skull into the canvas with a loud thunking sound.

BUBBA J: He kilt him!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I doubt that.

BUBBA J: After years, Case just kilt my worstest enemy!

Case makes the cover, a bit nonchalantly.

One…

Two…

Chad with a shoulder up has the crowd shocked, but cheering; however Justin can’t believe it.

BUBBA J: Great! I still got a chance.

Case pulls Chad up, whipping his dazed form into the corner, following it up with a stinging chop to the chest, a second, and a third. Chad fires back with a wild right hand, but Justin catches the wrist nailing Chad in the ribs with his knee for good measure. Case lifts Show up onto the top t urnbuckle, hooking his head for a superplex. Justin lifts…

Show counters with a twist catching Case and bringing him down with an inverted DDT from the top rope!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn!

BUBBA J: Another great counter, he had to steal that from someone.

Chad lays on the canvas breathing heavily, panting, and trying to regain his composure; Justin lays there still unmoving. Chad shoves up to his knees, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs from his attic. Chad up to his feet, off the ropes as Justin reaches a knee.

Shining Wizard!

Chad back in the ropes, springing backwards with a knee into Case’s chest before hopping back up to his feet. Chad twists a finger around in the air, palying to the crowd, before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, his back to Case.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Best! Moonsault! Ever!

BUBBA J: Shut up you Kurtis mark!

Chad hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Case with a shoulder up gets the match to continue; Chad looks a bit stunned. Chad pulls Case up to his feet, whip into the corner. Chad rushes in.

Bluegrass Breeze! From Justin Case!

BUBBA J: Way to use his own move against him, Case is my pick to win here tonight!

MIKEY MASSACRE: As if there was any doubt.

Chad lays on the canvas as Justin climbs to the top turnbuckle leaping off with a shooting star press! Case hooks the leg

One…

Two…

Three!

No wait, Chad shoves his shoulder up just in the last possible moment!

BUBBA J: Holy shit that was close!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do you care that you aren’t supposed to cuss on television?

BUBBA J: Not really, it seems to bother others like I give wrestlers a bad name… but fuck them is what I say.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mmmmm hmmmm.

Case can’t believe it, but he pulls Show up to his feet anyways, whipping him into the corner. Case follows in with a shoulderblock, Chad leaps up to the middle turnbuckle avoiding the shoulder. Chad comes down with both feet into Justin’s back sending him to kiss the bottom turnbuckle with his entire face. Chad leaps off Case’s body and to the other side before running back and leaping into the air for a reverse bronco buster type move. Case falls at the last second, but Chad is able to catch himself and prevent any injury. Chad turns around right into The Benchmark!(roll th edice) Justin makes the cover!

One…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who does that hand belong to?

Two…

BUBBA J: You got me.

Chad tries to put his foot on the rope, but the hand prevents him from reaching the rope.

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving the Rebel Pro World Title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre 2011… “The Millennium Game”… Justin Case!

Justin steps out of the ring as “Victory” blares to life in the speakers, the fans pleased with the match, but most of them wanting Chad Kurtis to have won instead. Justin steps back through the curtain as Chad just stares at his retreating back, so close but so far away. Chad goes to stand.

“Judith” hits up in the speakers as Chad’s facial features torque in disgust for the man that this song represents. Chad stares at the curtain waiting on his newest nemesis to come forth from the backstage, but Jason Christopher comes from under the ring instead, staring and laughing at “The Show” sitting in the ring.

JASON CHRISTOPHER: You wanted a Holy War Chad, a Holy War you shall receive. This…

He motions to the ring, idicating the previous match and thus Chad’s loss.

JASON CHRISTOPHER: Is only the beginning.”

Chad just stares, now knowing that Jason is the one that cost him a shot at the Rebel Pro World Title.

BUBBA J: Kid’s got spunk Mikey and Ilike him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Only because he cost Chad a title match or a possible title match.

BUBBA J: I need no other reason.

Jason walks backwards up the entrance ramp, just staring cold daggers at Chad Kurtis inside the ring, smiling and laughing with cold humorless eyes.

Just as the next bout is about to start….
“No More Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper blasts from the speakers in the arena…
The spotlight turns to the curtain leading from the back…and the curtain parts and a large man dressed in a blue jean jacket, red lumberjack shirt and faded blue jeans emerges. This is one of the newest members of REBEL PRO Kris Klondike. He walks straight to the ring, ignoring outstretched hands and enters grabbing the mic.

“Cut the music…!! Hey ya all, I am Kris Klondike, and it is my first appearance here in REBEL, yeah I know I was supposed to be on the card last week, but here is the story…
As most of ya know.. I just moved from the west coast and wells I guess I forgots to reset my watch, to your time. I decided to grabs a nap before the match..and wells I guess to tells ya the truth I slept thru my match. So I gots to apologize to all yas who boughts a ticket to see me, and wells I guess I gots to reschedule my first match here. As well, I am sure that I will gets another crack at Ace Olen, and this time I will shows for sure”

“Now here is bit about me.. I been just about everywheres in North America, Florida, Washington, across Canada and California… but ya knows I never been one to win any popularity contest. In any of them places… seems the fans just never gots behind me. But ya knows what.. I don’t cares if ya does or not.. I aint here to be a nice guy and makes ya all loves me, but I tells ya that every times I gets in here, the ring, I will give ya my all. If ya likes that good and if ya don’t…well too bad. Simple as that. I been in every kind of match ya can imagine, and well I march to my own drummer..so I does as I like… sometimes it don’t win me any friends, but as well I thinks I gains the respect of the other wrestlers….heck I got lots of guys that don’t likes that I does as I please. So now all I can do is waits for the guys upstairs to give me match.. and then ya will see where I really does my talking.. inside these here ropes…!!”

Kris Klondike walks over and hands the mic back…he spreads the ropes, climbs out and walks directly to the back.. again avoiding all the outstretched hands and cheers. Not acknowledging anything the crowd did…. And he disappears behind the black curtain…

A waterfall of black and red pyro cascades at the top of the ramp as the first chords of “Walk Away” by Five Finger Death Punch sounds over th P.A.

“I’m sorry, for the demon I’ve become, You should be sorry, for the angel you are not, I apologize, for the cruel things that I did, But I don’t regret, one single word I said,”

The pyro clears to reveal “The Jersey City Demon” Hostile standing center stage; a close up to his face shows his trademark sardonic smirk on his lips and a gleam of pure malevolence in his baby blue eyes.

“Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there’s just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is real,”

Announcer: And introducing, originally from Jersey City, New Jersey, now fighting out of Edmonton Alberta, Canada, he is the Jersey City Demon, Hostile!

“Could you forgive me, if I told you that I cared, Would you be sorry, if I swore that I’d be there, Please forgive me, for laughing when you fall, I’m so sorry, but I never cared at all,”

Hostile slowly, methodically begins walking towards the ring. He stops at the ring steps and slowly surveys the crowd.

“Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there’s just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is none of this is,”

He walks up the stairs with slow, deliberate steps and ducks under the top rope into the ring. He walks over to the far corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle to again survey the crowd.

“Just walk away make it easy on us both, Just walk away there was never any hope, Just walk away you already know the deal, Just walk away pretend that none of this was …none of this was real.”

Hostile steps down from the turnbuckle and stands in the corner waiting for the bell as the music fades away.

The arena goes dark. The crowd goes silent, and the sound of hooves echoes through the arena. A spotlight goes on over the stage, as a man rides a white horse out of the entranceway. He brings his animal to a stop at the far right of the stage, and holds a bow across his lap. Another spotlight goes on, bathing the area to his left in red light.

A second horse emerges, and its rider unsheathes a sword. It stands under the red spotlight, and its coat appears to take on a red hue to match. A third light comes on, to the left of the ramp.

The third horse is a black one, and its rider holds a pair of old-fashioned scales. As he brings his animal to a stop on the left-hand side of the ramp, a fourth spotlight illuminates the far left of the stage.

The fourth horse is a pale gray, a sickly color, and it holds its head low. Its rider carries a scythe, and wears a black robe. The four horses stand on the stage, and a man emerges through the stage curtain. No spotlight heralds his arrival, but his flowing white robes are bright enough to be seen by everyone in the darkness.

He walks forward, standing at the top of the ramp. He lifts his arms out to his sides, and throws his head back, facing the heavens. As he does this, a peal of thunder rings out, and lightning strikes the ringposts.

The opening riff of The Four Horsemen by Metallica blasts through the arena sound system, and the horses on stage nearly buck their riders. The lights in the arena come back on in a blinding flash, and the man throws off his robes to reveal wrestling gear. White tights with “Second Coming” written down the left leg, black boots and elbow pads, and taped wrists.

Jason Christopher walks to the ring amid a hail of boos. One fan throws a bottle of water at him, and it barely misses. The next fan doesn’t miss with a cup of beer. Christopher merely keeps walking. He stands at the top of the ring stairs, blesses himself with the sign of the cross, and steps into the ring.

DING DING

Hostile starts
out with a right hand that’s blocked and countered with a right hand from Jason. Jason has the Crimson Cup Finalist reeling, Hostile’s backed into a corner. He
starts exchanging with Jason now and lands one flush on Jason’s jaw. Jason goes down like a cupcake down Vicky Guererro’s throat. Jason tries to get
up but Hostile starts wailing on the back of Jason. Shot after shot. Hostile picks the Wrestling World’s Savior up and SLAMS HIM. No cover, what’s the point this
early. Hostile turns Jason over, and slaps the back of his head several times. The crowd lets him have it, and aren’t very happy with that type of treatment
Jason is getting. Jason is picked up from behind… Jason swings his leg back, nailing Hostile in the balls! Stunner on Hostile! Jason gets up as fast as he can.
He turns Hostile over and mounts him. CROSSFACE FOREARMS LAND… ONE AFTER ANOTHER. The crowd goes crazy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Those cross face blows had to hurt. Hostile got hit with a dirty tactic, but it is REBEL so, all is fair.

BUBBA J: Hostile is one tough person, don’t count him out just yet.

Jason gets up and quickly heads outside the ring. Hostile rolls to the outside, following slowly behind Jason. Jason picks up a chair, but as he turns around,
he gets booted in the stomach. Jason is picked up for a POWERBOMB! Jason grabs the nearby ring post and hangs on for dear life. Jason hangs on with one hand,
using the other to nail Hostile in his head. Hostile eases his grip and Jason gets on the turnbuckle. He kicks Hostile in the side of the head. Hostile staggers
around, turning towards Jason. TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE ON Hostile! Jason rolls toward the railing as the crowd EXPLODES! Jason is up and pumped up. He grabs
a glass table from underneath the ring and slides it in the ring. He also grabs a barbed wire covered steel chair. It gets thrown in the ring as well.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason is littering the ring with Weapons of Hostile’s Destruction.

BUBBA J: Thought he didn’t go in for the hardcore?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guess he is going to show Hostile the error of his ways.

Jason grabs up Hostile and is quickly punched in the stomach. Jason doubles over, and attempts a knee lift, to retaliate. Hostile counters and has him
in a high cradle position… HIGH CRADLE SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR!

BUBBA J: High angle suplex puts Jason’s head into the concrete.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Does that hurt by the way?

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey.

Jason isn’t moving at all. Hostile gets up, holding his back as he hit the cement floor as well. Hostile sees Jason turn over and takes the time to lay
the boots to him. Hostile sets up Jason on the floor… SHARPSHOOTER! Jason’s back just landed hard and NOW has to survive this. No rope breaks in REBEL,
and besides that, THEY’RE OUTSIDE THE RING! Jason yells in pain. The crowd is chanting Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! and Jason can’t get out. Hostile is near Bubba J and starts

BUBBA J: Break his back, that’ll be something to brag about!

Hostile flips Mikey off, as the crowd cheers that for pure shock maybe. Hostile turns around and Jason SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF Hostile’S MOUTH! Hostile reels back but charges forward with a clothesline.. but it gets ducked. Hostile turns around
and Jason charges with his own clothesline… THEY TOPPLE OVER THE RAILING! Hard to tell who got hurt worse as the front row is moved back by security. Jimmy Johnson
just stands in the ring, watching the match unfold. Jason is up first, favoring his back still. He gets a chair from the crowd. WHAAAM! ACROSS THE BACK OF
Hostile! WHAM! AGAIN!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason taking control here.

BUBBA J: But Hostile is building up his energy, just wait.

Hostile struggles to his feet. Jason lands an uppercut. Jason picks up his chair and Big boot from Hostile! Jason is down. Hostile gets a chair of his own. Jason gets up
and WHAM! Jason is BUSTED WIDE OPEN. Hostile sees the blood and changes. He gets on top of the downed Jason driving a crown of barbed wire into his skull! LEFT… RIGHT…LEFT… RIGHT… NOW SOME SLAPS!
Jason is bleeding like a stuck pig, and Hostile is rubbing the blood all over the fans.
“THIS IS supposed to be the “Wrestling Savior?” spews from the mouth of Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason looks in bad shape.

BUBBA J: Damn right he does.

Hostile throws Jason over the railing and then climbs over it as well.
He gets Jason up and lays in a few boxer style punches. Jason covers up. Hostile backs up and looks to be going to nail Jason again… He charges and DROP
TOE HOLD… Hostile’s head into the ring steps. Jason is losing blood fast. Hostile is down, and Jason goes over to the announcers table. He grabs a first aid kit
and a towel. He wipes the blood off, and applies some Vaseline to the cut.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What is Jason doing?

BUBBA J: Preening I reckon, but he’s still uglier than you and that’s saying something.

Hostile is rising… Jason staggers and rolls into the ring, on the opposite side
of the ring. Hostile isn’t bleeding but looks super pissed. Hostile gets into the ring, and Jason is on the opposite side. Glass table and a chair in the ring.
Both laying flat down, and on the side of the ring. Jason and Hostile are getting an ovation. Hostile looks at the crowd as they have lost their fucking minds.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The crowd giving both men a standing applause.

BUBBA J: Not sure why, I’ve had hardcorer times with your girlfriend.

Jason and Hostile both motion for the other one to “bring it”. Jason and Hostile charge at the same time and begin to land punches everywhere. Hostile pushes Jason down, and Jason’s adrenaline kicks in as he gets up quickly, and STO! STO on Hostile. Jason covers.

One…

BUBBA J: Not even a two count.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn! I thought that might end it, and we don’t even get a second slap on the mat.

Jason looks perturbed for sure. Hostile is getting up slowly, and Jason aims a punch at his head. BLOCKED! Hostile boots Jason in the gut and DDT! Hostile covers instinctual.

One…

Tw- NOT QUITE OVER YET!

Hostile doesn’t care. He begins to lay in elbows to the midsection of Jason. Jason gouges the eyes of Hostile trying to get him to stop. Hostile holds his eyes and rolls
off for a second. That second is enough for Hostile. Jason clubs Hostile in the head, then in the middle of the ring.. hooks in The Rings of Saturn!

BUBBA J: Hostile will never submit, just not in his vocabulary.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anyone will submit given enough pain.

BUBBA J: Not Hostile.

Hostile is struggling with it. Jason has both arms locked in the move that Perry Saturn made famous. Jason and Hostile are moving toward the ropes. Hostile is growling
in pain, but doesn’t stop trying to inch toward the ropes. Hostile is trying to go from the side to get his legs close to the ropes. After another surge,
Hostile has the foot on the ropes. The match will not end with a submission. But when will Jason let go of the move?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason isn’t letting go. He seems content with punishing the Victory and Rebel star.

BUBBA J: He’d better let go.

Jason FINALLY lets Hostile go. Jason gets up and smiles at the crowd. The crowd is cheering heavy for both men. Jason brings the man from New Jersey to the middle
of the ring. Cover.

One…
Two…

NO CIGAR!
Jason buries his now not so bloody face into his hands. Hostile is still alive and even a few cheers let out as the kick out occurred. Jason then gets on
Hostile, slapping him several times. Jason gets up and drops a leg on Hostile’s head. Jason leaves Hostile for the moment and goes over to set up the table. Hostile,
slowly gets up, and eyeballs Jason. Jason turns around receives a huge SPINE BUSTER! Jason isn’t pinned however. Hostile gets the chair and Jason tries his best to
get up. Jason finally does, then Hostile swings and misses. Jason kicks Hostile in the stomach, and… Hostile punches Jason in the balls getting the advantage back!

BUBBA J: Hold on a sec, nearly forgot something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are you doing?

Bubba J tosses something to Hostile, actually two somethings before nodding his thanks to The Ragin’ Redneck.
Hostile pours some lighter fluid on the barbed wire and tack covered table before holding up the can and lighter, much to the pleasure of the crowd here in the Osaka Joe Hall. Jason comes to, pulling himself up and holding at his manhood, Hostile facing away from this. CChad Kurtis, fresh from a shower and his the previous match, kips to the apron as Jason begins jawing at him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad Kurtis with a superkick nearly takes Jason Christopher’s head off!

BUBBA J: I guess instead of an eye for an eye its a loss for a loss!

Jason falls back onto the table, out cold as Chad Kurtis walks backwards up the ramp, his revenge done. Hostile stares at Kurtis not sure what to make of this development and then stares down at Jason Christopher. Hostile catches the crown of barbed wire from a fan who decided to toss it into the match instead of selling it on Ebay.

BUBBA J: Burn his ass!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh no, not another one.

Hostile places the crown on Jason’s head before pouring lighter fluid all over his unconscious body. Hostile slides out of the ring and pulls a nail gun from under the ring as well, gee wonder what that was doing there. Hostile steps back into the ring, driving the nails into the palms of Christopher before holding up the now lit lighter.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

Jason goes up like a crispy critter as Hostile leaps off the top rope, driving down with the New Jersey Headshot!

Hostile makes the cover in the burning wreckage.

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Security immediately rush in and put the flames out as Hostile stands up, his hand held high over the wreckage.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Hostile!

BUBBA J: That is the man right there Massacre, the fucking man!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If you say so, but what is going to happen next in this Holy War between Jason Christopher and Chad Kurtis?

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen… the following match is set for one fall and… is for the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship!

The crowd explodes!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challenger…

“Good Day To Die” by Godsmack begins to play in the arena. The red and white lights above the ring begin to search around in the crowd as the sound of 50 Roman candles above the entranceway go off in rapid fire, shooting towards the ring. The lights above the ring all come to form a Japanese flag on the wall above the entranceway, where Ace Olen appears with a white shirt on, with a red dot on the chest and the number “50” in etched in white.

– Cuz I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— Its time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die –

– Lived by the rules you that you gave me and fell apart –
— All the wrong turns down a dead end street so far –
— I stretch my wings and breathe in different day –
— Alone and broken is the price I pay –
— But that’s ok –

Ace holds his arms out, giving the fans reaching out ‘fives’ as he makes his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, staring down Emily Corlen.

– I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— It’s time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die –

Ace finally enters the ring, walking from one turnbuckle to the next, calling on the fans to cheer and they respond.

– Never fought out alive –
— Taking all I can take –
— It’s time to say goodbye –
— It’s a good day to die –

– Cuz I’ve seen everything that I could see –
— And now I can say goodbye today –
— With all I know –
— Its time I said goodbye –
— Today is a good day to die —

Ace finally jumps off the last turnbuckle, pulling his tribute shirt over his head and hanging it up on the turnbuckle post, “50” side facing the crowd.

Top of Form 1
The crowd cheers loudly as a military sounding march begins playing and two rows of soldiers pour out from the back; to the left, American soldiers and to the right, Japanese soldiers. They form two single file lines heading down the ramp, with the two in front stopping at the very bottom of the ramp. As all of the soldiers reach their designated positions, they turn to face the inside of the ramp, then all raises their rifles up, American soldiers crossing their weapons with Japanese soldiers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Look at that!

The military match goes silent as the soldiers stand along both sides of the ramp, unmoving. The lights in the arena then cut to black and the crowd cheers as a loud wolves’ howl penetrates the sound system. The voice of Shakira, sans music, blares across the arena.

THERE’S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET
OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE
THERE’S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET
LET IT OUT SO IT CAN BREATHE

The last word echoes throughout the arena, and moments after ringing out, the stage literally ERUPTS with pyro! One massive wave of bright red flames washes across the stage in an instant, and as the words “CRIMSON WOLF” stamp themselves onto the big screen, “Indestructible” by Disturbed kicks in!

ANOTHER MISSION
THE POWERS HAVE CALLED ME AWAY
ANOTHER TIME
TO CARRY THE COLORS AGAIN
MY MOTIVATION
AN OATH I’VE SWORN TO DEFEND
TO WIN THE HONOR
OF COMING BACK HOME AGAIN

As the soldiers still stand at attention, the crowd roars as “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen walks onto the ramp, REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in her hands! She steps to the middle of the stage and holds the Championship high in the air, posing as a red-tinted pyro shower rains down from the big screen behind her.

NO EXPLANATION
WILL MATTER AFTER WE BEGIN
UNLOCK THE DARK DESTROYER
THAT’S BURIED WITHIN
MY TRUE VOCATION
AND NOW MY UNFORTUNATE FRIEND
YOU WILL DISCOVER
A WAR YOU’RE UNABLE TO WIN

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing your REBEL Pro Aggression Champion… hailing from Rockford, Illinois… weighing in tonight at one hundred and forty-five pounds of brute force…

I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW
THAT I’VE BECOME
INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION
THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION
WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE

Emily grins sadistically, envisioning the beat down that is inevitably in store for her opponent tonight, Ace Olen, then slowly begins making her way down the ramp, still holding the Championship high, passing underneath the crossed rifles of the American and Japanese military men and women in place.

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT
HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND
WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE
I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

JENNY JERSEY: She is The Crimson Wolf… SHE IS EMILY… CORLEN!!!

INDESTRUCTIBLE
DETERMINATION
THAT IS INCORRUPTIBLE
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
A TERROR TO BEHOLD
ANNIHILATION
WILL BE UNAVOIDABLE

Emily reaches the bottom of the ramp, and as she does, she kneels down, then quickly rises back up, thrusting the Aggression Championship high in the air, setting three more blasts of bright red pyro off on the stage. The soldiers then uncross their rifles and turn at the same time to face Emily, who has turned back to face them. The soldiers all salute the Crimson Wolf, then turn back towards the stage and make their way back up through the curtain.

EVERY BROKEN ENEMY WILL KNOW
THAT THEIR OPPONENT
HAD TO BE INVINCIBLE
TAKE A LAST LOOK AROUND
WHILE YOU’RE ALIVE
I’M AN INDESTRUCTIBLE
MASTER OF WAR

Emily turns back towards the ring, and then slides the Aggression Championship inside before rolling into the ring. She grabs the title off the mat as she rises to her feet, then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and hoists the Championship high into the air again as the crowd cheers loudly.

BUBBA J: That’s a damn hell of an entrance, I’ll tell you that right now, and if her match with Kalis last week has anything to say about it, she just might BE indestructible!

Emily finally steps down from the corner and hands the Aggression Championship off to the referee, who passes it off to the timekeeper. The song slowly fades as Emily focuses on the match at hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There were serious words exchanged this week, and I’m betting they’ll be ready to back it up. Don’t you think, Bubba?

BUBBA J: Mmm… Emily.

DING DING DING

Emily and Ace lock up, with Ace twisting her arm into an armbar before whipping her into the ropes. Emily comes flying back with a body splash that takes Olen down quickly. Olen pushes her off of him and rolls away, getting to his feet as does The Crimson Wolf. Emily rushes Ace and brings her knee up into his gut, but Ace twists his body as he falls forward and throws out a stiff mule kick into the back of Emily’s head, sending her over the top rope as he hits the canvas inside of the ring. Corlen immediately gets back up and rummages under the ring for a weapon as Ace Olen climbs up to the top turnbuckle near her. As she comes back out and up, fans at ringside point up for her to watch out. She swings to turn around as Ace jumps off the top rope with a dropkick, the chair in her hands gets pushed forward into her face as they both hit the ground hard.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good anticipation by the wrestling veteran, Ace Olen.

BUBBA J: I think Emily still looks pretty, even with blood gurgling down her face.

Corlen’s immediately cut open across her face from the impact and crawls away as Olen gets to his feet. Olen stalks her and picks the dented chair back up, smashing it across her back. Not once! Not twice! Not thrice! But four times in quick succession before chucking it aside and pulling her up by her hair. Corlen’s tough though, and she immediately throws out an errant elbow that catches Ace in the chin. He stumbles back, dizzy and confused momentarily as Olen grabs his head and jumps back, dropping him face first into the chair. Emily gets onto the barricade, keeping her balance and as Ace pushes himself up with his hands on all fours, she jumps off the barricade, crushing his face between the chair and her feet as she double stomps him straight to hell. The crowd cheers!

BUBBA J: Sick!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Certainly that was a pretty crazy move!

Emily lifts Ace up by his hair now and whips him into the Japanese announcers table. She chases after him and grabs him by the throat, her veins popping as she lifts him up with both hands and hits a chokeslam- Seventh Heaven!- on Ace Olen, onto the Japanese announcers table. The table doesn’t break though and Ace wraps his legs around Emily’s head, twisting her to the ground. She rolls onto her shoulders, wrapping her legs around Ace’s waist from behind and they both look awkward in what could be a kama sutra sex hold, but isn’t- don’t worry. Emily uses her leg strength to take Ace down, but at the same time Ace maintains his grip with his ankles around her neck and it pushes her up and onto the japanese announcers table. Olen gets to his feet as Corlen sits up and they begin brawling, Emily seated on top of the Japanese announcer table while Olen stands. Finally Ace headbutts Emily and climbs up onto the table with her. He picks her up, locks her in and crashes her head first through the table with an evenflow DDT that rocks the arena in Osaka!

BUBBA J: DAAAAAAMN!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know what our friends at the Japanese announcers booth are saying but I’m sure it’s not something we can repeat.

BUBBA J: Like fuck we can’t.

OSAKA FANS: HORY SHIT! HORY SHIT! HORY SHIT!

BUBBA J: Hahaha.

Olen and Corlen are hurt in the wreckage of the Japanese announce table, Emily moreso obviously as her blonde hair is tinged with blood red. Ace rolls out of the wreck and holds his ribs, using the apron to get to his feet. Emily grabs onto one of the Japanese announcers and uses him as leverage to pull herself to her feet. She quickly pushes him aside and grabs a glass beer bottle from a fan at ringside, and turns to find Ace coming for her. She smashes the bottle over his face! It doesn’t break, but it hurts like a bitch! She hits him again with it, this time across the face and it still doesn’t break. Finally the third whack cracks it over his head, shards of glass and beer flowing out over and past Ace’s face. He’s bleeding now, the alcohol burning the cut a bit as well as Emily knees him in the gut and puts him between her legs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No way! No WAY she pulls this off!

BUBBA J: Sexy and strong, how sweet.

Emily pulls up with ALL her strength possible, quickly swinging with Olen in the air, his eyes wide with shock as she hits the CRIMSON PLUNGE him into the debris of the announcers table. Corlen falls to her knees, holding her arms in rotation in pain as she breathes heavily. Ace Olen is still stirring with life though, and he begins getting to his feet. Emily Corlen isn’t going to waste time as she climbs up onto the ring apron and watches him get to his feet. Olen sees her as she jumps off, trying the dropkick onto him this time but Olen steps out of the way, except at the last second she pulls her arm out and awkwardly clotheslines him down with her.

BUBBA J: That’s how you do it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily with a last minute effort to get Olen any way she could pays off.

Emily is back on her feet and she goes back under the ring to search for weapons. Olen picks up that dented chair and slides it into the ring, climbing up onto the ring apron. As Corlen crawls out from beneath the ring, falls onto her with a leg drop that pushes her neck into the barbed wire bat she found under the ring. Emily tugs it off her throat and chokes as Olen rolls off of her to get away. She quickly swings from her prone position, whacking it into Olen’s back and tearing flesh off of him. Ace stumbles to his knees and she gets to her knees, swinging the bat and cracking Olen in the side of the head like a coat hanger on a fetus.

BUBBA J: I think Emily just Fukashima’d Ace’s head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: … Dear lord.

BUBBA J: Too soon?

Emily rolls back into the ring and kicks the chair aside, as Ace climbs to his feet completely bloodied and groggy at this point as well. He slides in after her and Emily still has that barbed wire baseball bat. She swings as Ace gets up, but he puts his arms up to block it from hitting his head. It still hurts as it rips his flesh off his arms as she pulls back. Ace stumbles forward, Emily drops the bat and runs behind him! She lifts him up in stunning fashion- THE CATALYST ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The first pinfall attempt of this match finally, and Ace Olen doesn’t give out!

BUBBA J: Tough son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.

Corlen breathes heavily in disbelief as Ace refuses to go down. She picks him back up by the hair and sets him up- M.D.K!!!! RIGHT ON THE FUCKING CHAIR!!! Ace’s face is smashed in, undenting the chair he originally dented with Corlen’s face as she rolls him over and covers once again.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, by pinfall… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… THE CRIMSON WOLF…. EMILY CORLEN!

BUBBA J: What a win for the Aggression Champion!

MIKEY MASSACRE: This time she did it on her own too!

BUBBA J: Pfffft!

Ace and Emily, on their feet in the ring shake hands to the cheers of the crowd and a clear display of showmanship and respect. Corlen heads backstage, holding her Aggression title high in the air as Ace leans against the ropes shaking his head.. But she walks up the ramp backwards and as she turns around, she walks right into Simon Kalis. Kalis simply ignores her as he stares coldly at Ace, who finally notices his half brother. Simon stares at Ace with disgust, before following Emily Corlen backstage.

BUBBA J: What was all that about?

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s some bad blood brewing beneath the surface, but either way! Emily Corlen with a huge, convincing win here tonight at Honor Bound NIGHT 3!

BUBBA J: REBEL Pro, FUCK YEAH!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is going to feature a special guest commentator… he hails from Hollywood, California…

A trio of drumrolls cue up Slayer’s “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,” and the guitars ring as the bass carries the main melody. Chug-chug-chug-chug goes both guitars before going into the main melody along with the bass, and, at the 27-second mark, Corey Lazarus emerges from the entrance curtain sipping on a bottle of Aquafina. Laz’s eyes, as usual, stay hidden behind his trademark pair of silver-rimmed Ray Ban’s, and he hangs his arms at his sides after he runs his fingers over his moustache and goatee. The crowd goes crazy.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former PWA World Champion… “THE PREMIERE ATTRACTION”… COREY LAZARUS!!!

Corey looks presentable tonight in a black business suit. He makes his way around the ring and joins BUBBA J and MIKEY MASSACRE at the announcer’s table. We hear a faint click, signaling Corey has his headset on and is ready to go as his music dies down – thank God.

COREY LAZARUS: Gentlemen, it’s good to be here tonight.

BUBBA J: Thanks for joining us Corey, but why are you here tonight?

COREY LAZARUS: You think I’m going to miss this match, Bubba? Sure I could have acquired front row seats, or even bought out one of the entire front rows for me and my entourage, but I felt like going a step further.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well Corey, it’s an honor to have you here on REBEL Pro’s edition of Honor Bound.

COREY LAZARUS: Thank you Mikey.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, the following match up will be decided under LADDER MATCH rules and is for the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first…

The sound of the mighty Atlantic crashing into one of the many shores of Bermuda purges through the sound system, and with that comes the sound of a single seagull… The lights begin melding into a beautiful aqua blue, and as most of the fans divert their attention to the screen above the scaffold to see what’s going on, a simple drum tap and bassline begin to kick into gear – a number of fans from this promotion, at least some of them, and especially those of the old school AOWF persuasion, should all ready know what to expect….

“Now or Never”. Dope. The fans that get it are automatically launching out fanfare, and while it’s meshed inbetween a number of cheer’s, but mostly boo’s for tonight’s match up, it comes across loud and clear in what could be described as at least somewhat of a massive cult roar, especially from those faithfuls….

### What’d you go and do that for? ###
### I see the way you’re Looking at me… ###
### …And I don’t know why ###

COREY LAZARUS: Have I ever said how much I loathe this song?

BUBBA J: No, you haven’t.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t mind it.

### I don’t know and I’m not sure… ###
### …Have you lost your way? ###
### …Did You Lose Your Mind? ###
### …Are You Out of Time? ###

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold – which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin “Thunderwolf” Kelser, and his lovely companion for the evening in the way of Enika Engel, stroll out from the back, hand in hand, with ironically no out-dated, retired gold lining the former’s waist. He finally got the memo. Nonetheless the screen above the couple begins ticking off various moments from Wolf’s career

as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn’t last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch the two passing under an aqua sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Tucker’s Town, Bermuda…and is being accompanied tonight by Victory Wrestling superstar Enika Engel…

### You say goodbye… ###
### Like everything’s all right. ###

### You say goodbye…. ###
### Like everything’s all right… ###

Thunderwolf’s attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down silk shirt (cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his color before leading Enika to the center of the entry way. His wife & escort for the evening has on a diagonally-cut, faded denim skirt and a tucked in, shoulderless, blue tee bearing little more than a Rolling Stones Lips & Tongue logo – a throw back to the old days. A pair of pink and white Candies (with ankle socks jutting up out of each) cover each foot so delicately, and it can be dually noted that her legs are oiled to the nines. Her hair is flipped outwards at the ends, cut since the last time she was on camera to just above shoulder-length now. A dangling emerald adorns each ear and her ocean blue eyes sparkle under the house lights. That crimson smile speaks volumes…

BUBBA J: I don’t think Enika is right in the head, guys.

COREY LAZARUS: I enjoy this rather vicious side of her, to be honest. Not to mention, her palpable hue is just glowing fantastically.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Her what is how and where was I?

BUBBA J: Calm down, Mikey.

For one of the first times in his career the technicians finally get it right as the couple embraces at the end of the aforementioned entrance ramp to trigger off the ‘artificial rain’ kissing portion of Thunderwolf’s entrance (the rain is basically just very small openings from the pipes over head in the rafters being opened to give off this watery illusion), The two lock lips for what seems like an eternity, but only results in nothing more than couple of seconds for everyone else. There’s a certain ex-wife probably not giving a damn right now.

### If we go on it’s now or never ###
### If we go on… ###

Thunderwolf swipes a loose strand of hair that dangles in front of Enika’s eyes, behind her ear, and whispers something into her ear that gets at least a giggle, before he sets her back down and they head for the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and former two-time AoWF Intercontinental Champion… standing in tonight at 5’11″ and weighing in at 194 pounds…

### If we go on it’s now or never ###
### If we go on… ###

JENNY JERSEY: He is… DUSTIN… “THUNDERWOLF”…. KELSER!

Thunderwolf and Enika split ways for a single moment as they walk around opposite sides of the single ladder that stands ten feet up the rampway away from the ring. Upon reaching the main floor, and instead of diving in immediately, he instead decides to circle the ring, and finally hop up onto the apron after grabbing the bottom on the opposite side from where he started. Dustin then leapfrogs the ropes and does a couple of hops from toe to toe to keep the blood flowing. His knee, underneath his pants, his noticeably braced. He backs up into his neutral corner and awaits the opening bell…
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

“Please allow me to introduce myself..
I’m a man of wealth and taste.

I’ve been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man’s soul and faith.”

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the PWA’s World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring, the World Title strapped around his waist and shining brighter than ever.

JENNY JERSEY: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds…

“Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.”

Engel passes right underneath the ladder, stopping for a moment to look at it. He looks back at the ring at Wolf. Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

“I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made.”

JENNY JERSEY: He is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion… a PWA Hall of Famer… MATTHEW… “THE VIRUS” … ENGEL!!!

“Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
’cause I’m in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I’ll lay your soul to waste.”

Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He hands his belt to the referee, and the referee straps the belt on the hook. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

COREY LAZARUS: And now the most coveted World Title in the community, one that eluded me for several years but inevitably came within my grasp, will be decided in a gruesome ladder match that will shake the foundation of this arena, boys.

BUBBA J: The title is being hoisted up, and it sits 15 feet above the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We have a ladder that is that tall, right?

BUBBA J: Yes Mikey, this isn’t our first ladder match.

DING DING DING!

Wolf and Matthew circle each other in the center of the ring, neither wanting to make the first mistake. Engel begins to taunt Wolf with some words as Wolf jaws back at his former tag team partner. Collar and elbow, but Matthew ducks under to deliver a swift kick to Wolf’s back sending the PWA legend stumbling forward. Wolf spins around and Engel is there with a forearm to the face, but Wolf counters it with a wristlock turning it into a hammerlock. Wolf changes into a side headlock, but Engel counters with a punch to the back of Wolf’s left knee. Wolf releases the hold, Engel with a spinning fist right into Wolf’s temple. Engel off the ropes, running bulldog takes Wolf down to the canvas.

Matthew off the ropes, baseball slide into Wolf’s face, but Wolf is up out of the way. Matthew slides on out of the ring, springing up on the apron to leap to the top rope. Matthew dives off the top with a springboard dropkick, but Wolf catches him, spinning around with a wheelbarrow slam in center ring. Wolf rushes over, knee drop to the head, but Matthew rolls out of the way as well, but he is unable to avoid the entire move. Part of Wolf’s boot catches him but it as though Matthew didn’t even feel it. Matthew uses his speed to slam a shoulder into the ribs of the rising Wolf. Wolf rolls over onto his back, Engel is there and connects with the baseball slide. Matthew up again, pulling Wolf into a seated position, fist to the face, a second fist to the face, and a spinning elbow shot to the temple has Wolf reeling already. Wolf shoves Engel backwards, shoving up to his feet quickly, he charges at Engel. Drop toe hold sends Wolf’s throat across the middle rope. Engel quickly running to the near turnbuckle, diving off with a knee drop that drives the rope deeper into Wolf’s throat and causes Thunderwolf to gasp for breath.

BUBBA J: cut off his air supply, ideal tactic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Too early for a pin, but a sound strategy if you can’t get your breath, you can’t fight at one hundred percent.

Engel off the ropes, running punt kick right to Wolf’s chin rolls him off the ropes where Engel lays into Wolf with the foot stomps. Engel goes after a stomp to the throat of Wolf, but Wolf manages to catch the foot pulling Engel off balance. Matthew’s face slams into the top turnbuckle and he falls backwards from the impact. Wolf up quickly, slamming a shoulder into Engel’s midsection before quickly wrapping his arms around Engel’s waist and slams Engel to the might with a big-time

COREY LAZARUS: Picture perfect spinebuster there.
spinebuster.

Engel must be hurting after that, but he valiantly tries to get back up to his feet, Wolf kindly helps him out with that task. Wolf pounds a fist into Engel’s face before tucking his head under Engel’s arm. Northern Lights Suplex from Wolf has Engel down again. Wolf rolls up to his feet, but Engel is there already too. Engel charges at Wolf, leap frog from Wolf catches Matthew off his guard, allowing Wolf to spin around and kick him in the gut. Wolf tries for a DDT, but Engel rains down right and lefts breaking Wolf’s concentration. Engel shoves his weight towards Wolf’s head causing him to stumble backwards. Engel flips over the back of Wolf causing him to fall down and Engel drives his entire body weight down on Wolf taking him by surprise. Engel up, Wolf up. Engel with a running knee and Wolf is prepared, but it is a fake by Engel as he drives a right hand into the face of Wolf sending him into the corner. Matthew with a body splash on Wolf before climbing to mount Wolf in the corner.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Wolf shakes his head, but Engel had it scouted as he rolls backwards to avoid most of the impact. He slams into Wolf as he is shaking his head driving his left knee right into Wolf’s mouth but no blood yet. Engel keeps on the attack with another lifted knee, then a third. Engel is tenacious in his attack of Wolf, taking the fight to him and keeping it there. Engel sets him up in the center of the ring for a piledriver, he yells something out to the crowd. Wolf reverses with a back body sending Engel back first on the canvas. Wolf stumbles forward, deciding to use the momentum to his advantage. Wolf bounces off the ropes, Engel is sitting up, Wolf slams a boot right into the back of his skull folding him up like a package. Wolf pulls Engel up, forearm to the face. Chop to the chest.

BUBBA J: Wooooo!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Idiot.

COREY LAZARUS: I agree there Mikey.

Woooooooo!

Yeah the crowd is into it. Chop again and it is followed by a third and the woos fill the arena. Wolf looks behind him, Irish whip. Engel runs towards the turnbuckle, Wolf spins charging in after him. Engel runs up the turnbuckle, Wolf slams into the corner. Engel lands on his feet behind Wolf, Wolf spins. Superkick from Wolf takes Engel by surprise and right on the chin taking Engel out on the canvas. Wolf points to his temple. Wolf pulls him up, lifting him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Wolf spins as he tosses Engel.
Engel catches Wolf by the hair on his head, dragging him down into a quick DDT from nearly six feet in the air! Matthew doesn’t show any expression as he pounds fists into Wolf’s face from his prone position. Matthew is bringing the violence and Wolf is bringing the speed and agility. Matthew looks up at the crowd, smirking at them. Wolf slams a fist into Engel’s chin rocking him back on his heels. Wolf shoves up to his feet, side headlock. Matthew with an elbow into Wolf’s ribs a second, and a third breaks the side headlock. Engel off the ropes, knee into the ribs sends Wolf stumbling. Matthew springs off the ropes with a flying fist to the back of Wolf’s skull sending him forward again.

COREY LAZARUS: Here comes the Shining Wizard.

BUBBA J: Lets see some damn blood!

Wolf falls to one knee, Shining Wizard from Engel takes Wolf down on the canvas, he slams Wolf’s knee into the canvas to try and weaken his vertical base. Engel is tenacious in his attack with stomp after stomp on the left knee now. Engel off the ropes, dropkick into the left knee before he locks on a leg lock to weaken it further. Wolf sits up, fist to the face, but Engel sways out of the way as he avoids the punch and drops the submission. Engel up to his feet, but so is Wolf, both showing resilience early. Engel flies with a forearm, Wolf avoids. Engel catches his forward progress with a hand on each side of the turnbuckle. Looking while upside down, Engel grabs Wolf on each side of his head with his feet. Wolf smiles as he pulls Engel out of the corner, but Engel wanted just that. Engel spins around twisting his body to flip Wolf over in the center ring to land on his shoulder and side of the head. Engel walks over, knowing that he must stay on the attack here. Engel drops a knee onto Wolf’s forehead before leaping into the air with a second one as well. Engel climbs to the top turnbuckle, measuring Wolf as he dives from the top with a double foot stomp right onto Wolf’s face and sending him out cold. Engel rolls through the impact, springing up to his feet to bounce off the ropes, spring to the middle, and come off with a back flip into a leg drop across his throat.
Engel helps him up to his feet, Wolf slams a fist into Engel’s gut, a second, and a third, swinging neckbreaker takes Engel down. Wolf is down too, and this match is less than ten minutes old. Wolf crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with their assistance, but Engel is doing the same, showing that reserve and determination to end Wolf; but Wolf is showing the same. The crowd is definitely into this match even if no hardcore elements have come into play. Wolf runs at Engel, but Matthew ducks under the clothesline. Wolf with a back kick takes Matthew by surprise sending him into the ropes. Matthew rebounds right into a rear waistlock from Wolf. Belly to belly suplex slams Engel down on his head. Wolf pulls Engel to a seated position, placing his knee in between Matthew’s shoulder blades before yanking his arms back in a submission hold. Engel grunts out in pain, his eyes closed to block out anything else and give him concentration. Engel rolls to the right, to the left, to the right but Wolf follows him with every sway of his body. Engel rolls to the left, but Wolf lets him loose, choosing instead to follow him with stomps to the back and kicks to the ribs. Engel rolls onto the apron, Wolf pushes him on out to the floor.

BUBBA J: There we go, stomps and kicks.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thought you were for Engel?

BUBBA J: I’m for violence Mikey.

Wolf hits the ropes once again as Engel gets up to a kneeling position then to a standing position. Wolf dives over the top rope with a suicide plancha as he flips over Engel catching him in a over the shoulder three quarter facelock into a stunner!
The crowd explodes because Wolf is taking all the chances he can here to keep Engel on the attack. Even Enika looks impressed with Wolf’s agility, giving her husband proper praise on the outside of the ring. But the move cost Wolf as he slammed down hard on his left knee, causing him to wince in pain. Wolf gets up, slowly, but he does manage it turning around to find Engel getting up as well, his back turned to him. Wolf stomps forward, but Engel drops down, tripping Wolf up slamming him face first into the ring apron and causing him to bounce back from the impact. Wolf holds at his mouth as Engel springs to the apron, flying off with a toe kick right to Wolf’s temple driving Wolf to the ground. Wolf’s head slams into the railing, but Matthew is far from finished as he pulls himself back up, a wide and evil smirk on his face. He pulls Wolf up, grabbing him in a wristlock. Engel uses all of his weight behind the move as he drops down to whip Wolf into the steps and send the steps flying to the railing that is protecting the fans.
Engel walks over, calmly and methodically stalking Wolf as he waits for him to stand back up, which he is trying to do here. Wolf is on his hands and knees, but Engel delivers a vicious kick right to his ass sending him head first into the disassembled steps. Wolf pulls himself up on his knees, a hand on both sides of the steps as Engel stalks forward. Enika is right there, however, and Matthew turns toward her. No words are exchanged, simply a look of disgust from Enika and a look of despair from Matt. Brother and sister, one hates the other and the other is full of regret. Engel turns around meeting the steel steps right in the face. Engel drops like a sack of rocks as he just falls limply right there in the spot. Engel’s head is up against the railing and Wolf looks at the steps.

COREY LAZARUS: Wolf spotting those steps behind Engel’ head can only mean a catastrophy is about to be born.

BUBBA J: Maybe some blood too.

Wolf looks back at the crowd once again, the steps slam into Engel’s face for a second time. Something seems to have unlocked in Wolf as he backs up, tossing the steps at Engel and they land in his lap. Wolf jumps into the air, driving the steps into Matthew’s sternum with a high impact dropkick. The air rushes right out of Engel’s lungs before Wolf rolls back up to his feet, the distaste of Engel evident on his face. Wolf pulls the nearly unconscious form of Matthew up and tries for a Cry of the Wolf on the outside, but Engel struggles out of the headlock and gives Wolf a kick to his bad knee. Engel shoves his doubled fists upward right into Wolf’s manhood causing him to groan in pain and the men in the crowd to agree with him. Engel shoves upwards with a brass knuckle assisted uppercut to the chin that rocks Wolf backward on his haunches.
Matthew rolls Wolf back inside the ring where he can use the ropes to his advantage and out wrestle Wolf. He pulls himself onto the apron, crawling to the top turnbuckle, diving off while twisting his body in mid air, but Wolf rolls back onto the apron. Engel hits nothing but canvas.

BUBBA J: And he misses.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

COREY LAZARUS: Are you always this obvious when calling a match?

Wolf gets himself up, as Engel clutches at his midsection in pain he turns around. Right fist from Wolf, a second, and a third has Engel reeling but he’s still holding onto the ropes. Wolf shoves his shoulder through the ropes connecting with Engel’s sore sternum which causes him to let go of the top rope’s support. Wolf steps through, delivering a big knee into Engel’s face before whipping him into the ropes. Wolf bounces off as well, clothesline ducked by Engel. Wolf spins around, kick right to his face sends him down on one knee, Engel off the ropes. Springboard heel kick to the temple sends Wolf onto the other knee. Engel hits the ropes again, dropkick right to the face, but Wolf can’t bend that way so Engel hits the ropes behind him catching Wolf with a running bulldog and down to the canvas. Engel gets in Wolf’s face and begins to trash talk his former partner. Engel with a closed right hand to Wolf’s face and a second rocks Wolf’s jaw in the prone position. Engel pulls Wolf up to a kneeling position so the crowd can watch him pound away at his flesh and his head with all the closed rights and lefts he wants to. Matthew rears back, delivering a stinging knife edge chop right to Wolf’s Adam’s apple that causes him to begin gagging. Engel sticks his hands on either side of Wolf’s mouth and pulls his cheeks apart as though he is trying to make his smile look like The Joker. Wolf seems to be out on his knees though but the pain brings him around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looking like the Dark Knight’s Joker.

COREY LAZARUS: This match is going to only increase in the violence and withheld feelings.

Wolf fires a weak right, but Engel is able to easily avoid the blow instead kicking Wolf in the gut with his boot before slamming the point of his elbow into Wolf’s mouth. Engel slams the elbow into Wolf’s cheek before spitting right in his face. The wad of spit runs down Wolf’s face humiliating him a bit further before Engel mockingly wipes the spit all over PWA legend’s face.
Engel rushes at Wolf and nails him with a front dropkick to the chest! Wolf cringes and begins to gasp for air. Engel is up to his feet. He lands a few stomps, and gets Wolf up to his feet. Engel drags him over to the corner, accidentally giving Wolf enough time to catch his breath. Wolf slams his elbow into Engel’s stomach and then hooks up Engel with a front facelock. He puts Engel’s arm over his head and then cradles Engel’s left leg. He hits Engel with a big-time fisherman’s suplex.
Wolf is to his feet. Engel gets to a knee, but not before Wolf slaps on a sleeper hold. Engel tries his hardest to fight it, but eventually falls to the mat. The referee is down in Engel’s face, asking if he wants to give up. Engel shakes his head, and tries to fight back with elbow shots to Wolf. Wolf just tightens the grip, and Engel’s face begins to turn red. Engel manages to reach for a piece of broken glass that Wolf plucked out of his leg and stabs Wolf in the arm with it!
Wolf screams out in pain and lets the sleeper hold go. Engel starts coughing and gasping for air himself. Wolf is back up to his feet however, and pulls the glass out of his arm. He screams out in anger and then Wolf hits a soccer kick on Engel, and gets him to his feet. Wolf sends him into the ropes and telegraphs a clothesline. He connects this time and sends Engel to the canvas. Wolf climbs to the top rope. He gets a cheap pop from the crowd. He flies off and connects with a legdrop over Engel’s throat.

BUBBA J: Leg drop there nearly decapitates Engel.

COREY LAZARUS: So elequant with your words Bubba.

Engel is up to his feet as Wolf grins. Wolf lashes out, but Engel dodges it and wraps Wolf up in a hammerlock. Engel dishes out some brutal forearm shots to Wolf’s back and neck and then kicks out the back of his knee. Wolf is down to one knee and Engel steps back and unleashes a really hard kick into Wolf’ neck. Wolf falls to the mat and Engel is on the attack. He hits Wolf with multiple forearm shots and punches. He gets Wolf up to his feet and lands a huge ace cutter.
Engel slams the mat in frustration and gets in The referee’s face. He’s claiming he had the three count before Wolf got his shoulder up. The referee stands her ground, but Engel reminds her of the importance of the match. The referee kindly replies with a “I don’t give a fuck, Wolf got his shoulder up”. Engel just gives The referee a smile and meanwhile, Wolf regroups and knocks Engel down. Engel to his feet, but he’s met with a devastating big boot from Wolf. Engel flies into the corner. Wolf mounts and unchambers lefts and rights. He finishes it off with an ice-cold headbutt, and Engel falls to the canvas. Engel to a knee and Wolf grabs him by the hair. Wolf rushes to the corner and hits a big-time tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf with a big time tornado DDT.

COREY LAZARUS: Back and forth here tonight, both men want the illustrious prize above the ring and willing to do damn near anything to get it.

Engel shakes it off and tries to get to his feet. Wolf drops an elbow on his back and follows it up with some stiff kicks to the back of the head. Wolf gets Engel to his feet and works his arm again. Engel falls to a knee, but looks up into Wolf’ eyes and gets an adrenaline shot. Engel muscles back up to his feet and flips out of the arm bar. Still holding onto Wolf, Engel nails Wolf with a roundhouse he’ll never forget. Engel climbs the top rope – five star frog splash. Perfect.
Engel to his feet and Wolf uses the ropes to get up. Wolf rushes at Engel and locks up with him. Engel shoves Wolf out of his grips and into the ropes. Wolf rebounds looking to connect a lariat on Engel, but Engel ducks and Wolf stops on a dime, kicks Engel low. Wolf tries for the Planter, but Engel slams the back of his head into Wolf’ groin. Wolf cowers away in a lot of pain. Engel slams a roundhouse kick into Wolf’ face and Wolf is against the ropes. Engel gets an idea and locks Wolf arms between the top and middle ropes. Wolf can’t go anywhere now. Engel slides out of the ring and grabs a fire extinguisher. Engel climbs back in the ring and nails Wolf in the gut with the fire extinguisher, and finishes off the attack with a shot to the head. Wolf screams out in pain.. and Engel drops the fire extinguisher to the mat.
However, Engel isn’t done yet. Engel uses whatever strength he has left to also lock Wolf’ neck between the top and middle ropes. The pressure from the ropes is giving Wolf a mild choke, but not life threatening. However, Engel climbs out to the apron and underhooks Wolf’s arms and shoulders. Engel also has both the top and middle ropes hooked as well, and if Engel were to pull down on Wolf, it would choke him even more.

BUBBA J: Now here we go, choke that bitch.

COREY LAZARUS: Thunderwolf is not a bitch Bubba J.

BUBBA J: No disrespect meant, he’s been around a long time; but if it were Engel being choked he’d be a bitch too.

COREY LAZARUS: Your vocabulary never ceases to amaze me with its shallowness.

And that’s exactly what he does. Engel purposefully loses his footing on the apron, but holds onto Wolf and the ropes as best as he can. The result chokes Wolf incredibly with the ropes and Engel’s weight, and Wolf’s life begins to dwindle away. Engel is dangling on the side of the ring, holding onto Wolf for another submission. Engel slips off, unable to maintain the position as blood rushes to his head as well. Engel’s had enough though and gets a ladder from under the ring. Engel slides the ladder into the ring, following in after the twenty feet of steel. Thunderwolf lays there, out cold and unmoving. Engel lifts the ladder, suplexing it onto the unmoving form of Thunderwolf for good measure. Engel sets the ladder up, beginning his climb to the top, smirking down at Thunderwolf below him. Engel reaches up for the gold… the ladder goes sailing over sending Engel flying out of the ring and crashing into the announcer’s table!

Thunderwolf crawls to the ropes, pulling himself up with agonizing slowness as Engel is now the one unmoving in the debris of the Announcer’s table. Thunderwolf shakes his head from side to side trying to get blood back into his head before he spots the ladder leaning on the top rope and spies Engel still unmoving on the remains of the table. Thunderwolf hits the ropes with all he’s got bringing the ladder out of the ring with him corkscrewing with the ladder before he lands on top of Engel. The move cost Thundeerwold though as he is gasping for breath, the match having taken its toll on the wrestling veteran. Thunderwolf once again pulls himself up, this time with the aid of the railing and looks to the fans in the building nodding and it gives him enough to pull himself up to his full height and stomp down on the ladder driving it into Engel’s broken body.

BUBBA J: Are we on?

MIKEY MASSACRE: It appears to be so.

Thunderwolf slides th ladder back into the ring, going in after it and sets it up right under the belt. Thunderwolf looks up to the belt as he climbs, but Engel is stirring and Thunderwolf is moving excrutiatingly slow up the twenty feet. Thunderwolf is about ten feet up when Engel manages to somehow slide into the ring, bleeding from his back to stare up at Thunderwolf touching the belt. Engel charges at the ladder, sending Thunderwolf falling from the top, almost hooking his hand in the belt, but not quite fast enough. Thunderwolf lands on the top rope, back flipping to catch Engel right in the mouth with a dropkick sending him into the ropes. Engel bounces back right into a drop toe hold slamming his face into the steel.
Thunderwolf off the ropes, leaping over Engel, springing backwards with a springboard moon stault onto Engel’s head driving him face first onto the steel. Thunderwolf springs back up the adrenaline now flowing through his body the pain and match somewhat forgotten. Wolf lifts Engel up whipping him into the ropes, tossing him over the side of the ring and to the concrete floor below. Thunderwolf with a head of steam runs up the incline that is the ladder launching himself off with a scissorskick connecting with Engel as he tries to get up. Thunderwolf pulls Matthew back up, pissed of f and looking for some retribution of pain and past wrongs that he wants to make right through pain.

BUBBA J: Did we lose Corey?

COREY LAZARUS: Nope, I am still here probably much to your irritation.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I like him, puts you in your place.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey.

In the aisle! Matthew! Thunderwolf! Going at each other! The Virus has the advantage in brawling but Thunderwolf is bringing the heat, he wants the World title badly. Thunderwolf stuns Matthew, then clotheslines him right over the guardrail into the first row! Matthew gets up, Thunderwolf charges and dives over the guardrail into him, laying in right hands on the ground. Chairs are scattered everywhere! Thunderwolf gets up and hollers, pointing up high to where the belt dangles. He grabs Matthew by the hair and dumps him back into the aisle, following suit. Thunderwolf pulls Matthew along with him, smashing his face into the ring apron and propping him up against it. Chop! Now irish whip into another ladder on the outside.

Reversed!

Thunderwolf skids to a stop right before crashing into the ladder, then pops and locks. Matthew charges him, sidestep, wham into the ladder! Matthew lands on top of the metal device and rolls off into the aisle in some pain. Thunderwolf takes the opportunity to pick the ladder up and slide it into the ring. He begins to set it up, could he climb already? No, Matthew slides into the ring and attacks before Thunderwolf can get anywhere. They’re going at it again! Thunderwolf blocks Engel’s right hand, fires with his own! Matthew right, blocked, fires again. Thunderwolf punches the man into the ropes, irish whip, reversed, Matthew with a STO! Just laid the man out. Not Laid Out, just laid him out. Matthew throws down on his man with the trash-talk, and then… looks at the ladder.

BUBBA J: And now Virus grabbing the ladder with evil intentions… Thunderwolf getting to his feet, Matthew has the ladder over his shoulder like a weapon! The ladder RIGHT TO THE FACE, good God!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He got his hand up to try to block, but it didn’t do him much good!

CORY LAZARUS: How do you block a man driving a 20 foot ladder into your face?

Indeed. And Thunderwolf has got the juice going, red streaming down his forehead. Matthew looks cocky, brushing himself off like it ain’t no thing. Crowd hates him. Matthew takes the ladder and props it up in a corner? What’s he intending here? He grabs Thunderwolf by the legs and holds him, no, catapult into the ladder! Thunderwolf collides with the steel, head and body, and then crashes to the canvas and rolls outside. Matthew grabs the ladder and takes it to the center, setting it up. And he is climbing!

BUBBA J: Here we go! The World Champion is steps away from being crowned!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Matthew ascending the steps, he’s only a few away… Wait! Thunderwolf is back in the ring! He’s climbing up after Matthew, he’s got a leg!

COREY LAZARUS: These two are very intense here tonight, as they are inclined to be each time either man steps into the ring.

Matthew tries to kick Thunderwolf away, Thunderwolf falls off… rebounds off the ropes and shoves the ladder over! It goes sideways, but Matthew manages to jump off and land on his feet. He thinks he’s so damn smart -

Bitch Slap!

Matthew gets ROCKED by the big backhand slam of Thunderwolf! Matthew reels, and Thunderwolf throws some right hands his way! Irish whip, Matthew comes off, HIP TOSS Matthew GOES INTO THE LADDER! The ladder leaned on the ropes after falling and Matthew crashed right into it courtesy of the Thunderwolf hip toss! Matthew writhes in pain from the impact of his body against metal. Thunderwolf follows it up by grabbing the ladder away and driving it down into the mid-section of his foe! A brutal side shown from Thunderwolf here, slamming it down once, twice… then holding the ladder and choking Matthew out with the top of it. Wow.

BUBBA J: Intensity doesn’t describe these two here tonight.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Such hatred boiling out from both men here.

COREY LAZARUS: What do you expect, these two are rivals of the purest source.

Thunderwolf lays off Matthew for a minute, pondering his options. What exactly is he doing here? Thunderwolf doesn’t want to climb yet, he knows he won’t make it. He takes the ladder, puts it on the canvas… and slides it partly out of the ring. About a third of the ladder is sticking out in mid-air. Thunderwolf picks up Engel, holding him by the hair, what’s he doing here? Oh my god, you’ve got to be kidding! Thunderwolf hooks Matthew, he’s trying a suplex… he’s going to suplex Matthew over the ropes onto the ladder! No! Matthew flips out of the suplex at the top, lands on the ring apron! Thunderwolf turns around
Matthew DROPS TO THE FLOOR AND LEVERS THE LADDER
CRASH
The ladder levers up like a shotgun into Thunderwolf’s jaw! Good God!
Thunderwolf kicks the canvas in huge pain, rolling around as Matthew sits down on the concrete, leaning back against the ring apron to catch his breath. He’s pretty damn pleased with himself. Finally he gets up, grabbing the top of the ladder
BASEBALL SLIDE Thunderwolf
WHAM into the chest of Virus again, sending him sprawling back down the aisle! Thunderwolf in clear pain, but he’s trying to fight through it! TO THE TOP ROPE! Matthew gets up and looks up only to see Thunderwolf FLYING RIGHT AT HIM! BODYPRESS TO THE FLOOR! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! The crowd is cheering as both men lay on the concrete, Thunderwolf holding his jaw, Matthew his chest, the match is already taking it’s toll.

BUBBA J: What are these two going to do next?

COREY LAZARUS: Anything they can, possible even career homicide.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No, Bubba J, what AREN’T these men willing to do? Nothing is out of bounds! Nothing is too crazy! This is all about the World title!, Bill Hewson!

Thunderwolf rolls into the ring, grabbing the ladder and pulling it back in. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, Matthew seems to be having a hard time breathing. Thunderwolf is climbing. He’s getting up the ladder… he’s getting close to the top!
Two more steps!
One more step! He reaches out to touch the World title belt…
But Matthew is there, grabbing his leg. Thunderwolf tries to take the belt down to end this, but Matthew is climbing up after him. Wham, hammers the man in the back. Wait a minute! Thunderwolf… turned around… Matthew has him! NO! He can’t!
A fall into High Voltage from Engel! COMPLETE SHOT OFF THE LADDER TO THE CANVAS BELOW!
Both men hit the canvas hard, but the bloody Thunderwolf takes the worst of it. Matthew forces himself it, face a mask of pain (what you can see of it), and begins to climb the ladder! He’s going up, crowd booing his ass, but Thunderwolf is trying to get up. He’s grabbing the rungs to pull himself up on the other side. Matthew is near the top! He’s grabbing for the belt, but Thunderwolf is climbing… Thunderwolf reaches over the top of the ladder and slugs Matthew in the face. Matthew fires back! Thunderwolf shoots a shot, then wipes his face and bashes Virus’ face into the top of the ladder!
CLIMB
ONE
TWO
FLY
OH MY GOD!

BUBBA J: HOLY HELLLLLL!

MIKEY MASSACRE: MY GOD! MY GOD! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, Matthew MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF! Thunderwolf WITH A SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

COREY LAZARUS: What a move to put Virus away!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

The crowd is STANDING as both men are down, Matthew looks damn near dead! sunset flip Powerbomb allll the way from the top, and finally Thunderwolf SPIN-A-ROONIES TO HIS FEET! He’s in pain, but he’s got enough in him to climb! And he’s SO CLOSE! Matthew isn’t moving, Matthew can’t stop him! Thunderwolf climbing up, almost there!
Reaches out!
Matthew SHOVES THE LADDER OVER WITH HIS FOOT!
Thunderwolf can’t stop his momentum and flies off the ladder landing crotch-first on the top rope! OH NO!
Wait just a damn second…
Thunderwolf bounces off the ropes and knocks his cock. Matthew, getting up, looks on in disgust. But there’s no denying balls of steel!! or the preventive cup!
Thunderwolf with a discus clothesline puts Matthew over the top rope. Now he’s climbing again!
Matthew grabs a chair from a front-row fan and comes into the ring

WHAM

RIGHT TO THE BACK OF Thunderwolf!
Thunderwolf sags, but holds onto the ladder. Matthew doesn’t want that, he climbs up a step or two and pulls Thunderwolf’s head backwards. Oh no…
HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER FROM HALF-WAY UP THE LADDER.

Oh my God, Thunderwolf just got killed. And Engel… Matthew looks on. But wait a minute. He looks at Thunderwolf… and his eyes flash. Matthew grabs the ladder and moves it out of the center of the ring…? You can’t reach the title belt from the corner… what is he doing? Thunderwolf is laying prone in the center of the ring, and Virus climbs to the top turnbuckle. Then he climbs the ladder up… he’s near the top! WAIT A MINUTE!
LAUNCHES HIMSELF OVER THE TOP
Another High Voltage! FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDERRRRRRR!

MIKEY MASSACRE: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Matthew – FROM 15 FEET IN THE AIR!

BUBBA J: Some times they pay off, some times they don’t.

COREY LAZARUS: Brillint words, obvioius words, but well you stole them from someone I’m sure.

The crowd is again chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as Matthew and Thunderwolf lay on the canvas, neither man looking like they ever want to get up again. Matthew sacrificed his own body to keep Thunderwolf down though, and finally he drags himself up. He takes the ladder and brings it to the center of the ring, Thunderwolf laying near the edge of the canvas. Matthew has to climb, he can’t wait any longer.
He’s going up.
Five rungs left.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Matthew is at the TOP OF THE LADDER… he’s got his hands on the title belt! He just needs to take it off the ring -
When the ladder is no longer underneath him.
Matthew dangles in mid-air on the ring holding the belt as Thunderwolf takes the ladder to a corner where Matthew can’t get it! Still Virus Matthew trying to get the belt off the ring, but Thunderwolf on the top rope!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf fixing to…

BUBBA J: Send the ladder into Matthew like a lawn dart!

COREY LAZARUS: Damn! That is some destruction to a body there!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wait a minute, Engel’s got the belt!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIIILL Pioneer Wrestling Association World Champion… Matthew Virus Engel!

Thunderwolf steps through the ropes, murder in his eyes as Enika rushes around to prevent Thunderwolf from doinging anything he may regret later.

BUBBA J: This was a hard fought match between two tough ass people, both should be proud.

COREY LAZARUS: You dumb cunt, the loser in a match is never proud, especially when a World Title is on the line. No wonder you never made much out of your career.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Laz.

EMTs rush down to the ring, checking on both men as we fade away into an advertisement for Night 4 on April 24 featuring the PWA talent of the AOWF.

The lights dim down until there is no more than a small flicker of light upon the crowd. A red spotlight shines down upon the top of the entrance ramp as a light fog brushes across the stage. Bob Seger’s “Turn The Page” hits the PA, the crowd anxious in waiting.

On a long and lonesome highway
East of Omaha
You can listen to the engine
Moanin’ out his one note song
You can think about the woman
Or the girl you knew the night before

A figure steps out on the ramp, his face veiled by a cloak as he stands in the middle of the spotlight. His head is raised as he scans the audience, dropping back down before anyone can see his face.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
The way they always do
When you’re ridin’ sixteen hours
And there’s nothin’ much to do
And you don’t feel much like ridin’,
You just wish the trip was through

The figure slowly begins walking down the ramp, the fans silent as they watch him pace to the ring.

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Pyros shoot out either side of the ramp, lighting the place like daylight. The figure throws his cloak to the floor, revealing himself as Lucious Starr. The Untamed Fury points to each side, drawing in the mixed emotion of the crowd. He paces towards the ring once more, passion in his eyes.

Well you walk into a restaurant,
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re shakin’ off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to explode

Lucious stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up at the ring. He lowers his head, shaking it each way before looking back up, jumping up to the apron. He slides in under the top rope, heading for the nearest turnbuckle.

Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk,
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
“Is that a woman or a man?”
And you always seem outnumbered,
You don’t dare make a stand

Here I am
On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin’ star again
There I go
Turn the page

Lucious holds his arms out wide, curling his fingers up to draw the crowd. He waits there for a moment, taking in the emotions, then drops as he heads across the ring to do so again.

Out there in the spotlight
You’re a million miles away
Every ounce of energy
You try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body
Like the music that you play

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen… your Pioneer Wrestling Association Representative… LUCIOUS STARR!

The music begins to fade away as Lucious hops down, heading to ring center. He drops to one knee, glancing around the ring.

The opening chords of “Better Off Dead” by Death From Above 1979 cue up and as soon as the song really kicks in pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage. Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone’s attention is to the stage. By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side. He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans. Finale enters the ring and jogs around a bit while looking into the crowd, focused on the task at hand.

JENNY JERSEY: I give you, the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation Representative… FINALE!

Today… my name… is pain…
The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened big screen show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages… A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR… The guitar stops it’s long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the Big screen… Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, Viktor Stone, Matthew Engel, Raizzor, and Marxx…
Tonight… Tonight…
Tonight…
A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red….
GO!
“The New Ministry” from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your passion
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your heart
Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose, the Intercontinental Championship flinging out in her left arm, as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, slinging the title onto her shoulder.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing… she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at one hundred, forty two pounds…
Tonight… is… ours…
Now and forever
Tonight… is… ours…
WE BLEED TONIGHT!
Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.
Live out your dream
With everything you have inside you
This world can’t hold us back forever!
forever… FOREVER…
FORVER… FOREVER…

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this is…. RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.
We Bleed Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your passion
Tonight… is… ours…
Give me your heart
Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.
Tonight is ours
Now and forever
Tonight is ours
WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT…
Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

An eerie quiet comes over the arena, as smoke fills the stage area. The opening two notes to “Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain play, and a huge explosion of red and yellow fireworks explodes from the stage as Carbomb continues to play. From the smoke walks Vincent Black, a sneer on his face, standing tall. He is wearing a red “Extreme Elite” t-shirt.

JENNY JERSEY: From Glens Falls, New York; he stands at six feet eleven inches while weighing in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… representing Extreme Elite… VINCENT BLACK!

He walks to the ring, stopping to talk shit to fans once or twice, and steps up on the apron, before stepping over the top rope.

DING DING

BUBBA J: Here we go with some fucking hardcore!

MIKEY MASSACRE: How’s your head, by the way.

BUBBA J: See those light tubes over there?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah…

BUBBA J: You are going to get real up close and personal with them if you mention my head again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Okay then, lets head to the ring for the headlining match.

Vincent with a punch to Lucious Starr gets the match underway as Finale and Riona lock up in a collar and elbow. Riona with a quick wristlock kicks the BWF wrestler in the ribs before leaping up and kicking him right in the face. Lucious pounds a fist back into Vincent’s face doubling with a second and tripling with a third. Vincent charges back with a running knee into Starr’s midsection doubling him over. Vincent brings down an elbow into Lucious’ back sending him to one knee. Lucious comes up with a double fist right i nto Vincent’s balls causing Black to turn green from the pain. Lucious with a running boot off the ropes sends Black over the top, still holding at his balls in pain. Lucious turns his attention to Finale and Riona, but Finale comes through with a flying kick sending Lucious over the top and on top of Black. Riona gets back up to her feet as Finale spins around, Riona with a roaring elbow smash to Finale, but he ducks under sending her face first into the barbed wire covered corner with a drop toe hold. Finale is up, stomping down on Riona’s head that drives her face deeper into the barbed wire and he is the first to draw blood here in this hardcore match. Finale pulls Riona up, but she is far from done as she slams her fist into his thigh sending him howling in pain as a little blood trickles from the spot. Riona holds a piece of barbed wire in her fist, bringing it down into Finale’s face before whipping him into the ropes. Finale rebounds right into a spinning heel kick taking him down to the canvas. Riona off the ropes, but Lucious slams a bw wrapped chair into her back and she stumbles forward from the impact. Vincent is rolling back up to his feet, still limping slightly as he heads over to Lucious Starr on the other side of the ring now. Vincent slams a big boot into the face of Lucious Starr before picking him up and tossing him into the bank of light tubes set aside for just such a purpose.

BUBBA J: It didn’t take long to get violent, I love it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sure didn’t they headed right into it.

BUBBA J: Mikey!

Vincent leans over, pulling Starr out of the glass tube fragments, but Lucious stabs him in the gut with a long piece causing blood to flow from the wound. Black pounds down into Lucious’ face with a vicious right, but Lucious just jabs the fragment back in towards Vincent’s gut. Vincent with a big knee rocks Starr’s head back then he lifts him up onto his shoulders in a powerslam position heading towrads another section of lights that are unbroken. Vincent charges in, Starr slips off his back driving his knees into Vincent’s chest and face into the light tubes… they explode everywhere.

BUBBA J: Plastic surgery, curtosey of Lucille Starr PhD.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, he headed right into it.

Back in the ring Riona has Finale in a side headlock, but Finale is fighting through with a series of elbow shots. Riona tightens the hold, but Finale shoves her into the corner where she slams into the bw covered pads, if you can even call bw covered pads… pads. Riona releases the hold, Finale lifting her up placing her on the top turnbuckle. Finale up behind her wraps his arms around her body, legs as well and falls forward off the top turnbuckle(out of the ring) right on top of a table that smashes into a hundred little pieces!

BUBBA J: Damn!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bold move there by the BWF United States Champion.

Finale rolls up, a bit worse for the move, but still able to get up to his feet. Finale digs under the ring pulling out a trash can of plunder that he tosses the contents of into the ring. Finale lifts the trashcan high, bringing it down solidly on Riona’s back causing her to twitch from the impact. Finale turns to repeat the gesture, but Lucious Starr comes flying off the ring apron slammiing a staple gun into Finale’s face and that along with the impact of his body slam them both into the railing protecting the fans. Lucious lifts the gun up high, before bringing it down and stapling Finale in the cheek.

CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk

Finale with a howl of pain fights up, slamming his elbow into Starr’s groin area before lifting him up, dropping him throat first across the raling. Lucious drops the staple gun, holding at his throat, as Finale slams a shard of table right into his face sending him over the railing and into the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They head into the crowd.

BUBBA J: Damn it Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What?! Oh… my bad…(he laughs)

Finale lifts Lucious back up, dropping him face first onto the seat of a vacated steel chair before folding it up. Vincent steals the chair from Finale, bringing it down on top of his head. Finale goes to one knee, but Vincent winds up for a homerun swing and connects!

BUBBA J: And its… outta here!

Vincent lifts the chair back up, all three men are covered in blood, but Vincent is looking the more worse for wear so far. Vincent brings the chair down… beer bottle to Vincent’s ass causes him to instinctively drop the chair. Vincent spins around, Riona up onto the seat of a chair quickly flying off with a kick right to Vincent’s face, the barbed wire covering her boot adding to the pain the Rebel Pro… I mean Extreme Elite representative feels. Riona is the only standing tall right now, but she isn’t exactly the picture of someone who has been lying around she too is covered in crimson, looking like the saddistic person one of her personalities is.

BUBBA J: She is one tough bitch, got to give her that. And I mean bitch as a compliment.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She has to be to survive in this type of environment.

Riona pulls Black up, whipping him into the railing and picking up the staple gun with a glint in her eyes. She dives at Vincent, but her aim is off, and she lands on the raling balancing precariously; she did that on purpose. Riona staples Vincent on the top of his skull before tossing it back to land on Finale. Riona grabs Vincent around the head, wrapping her left leg(knee) right at his throat and spinning around to drive her knee right into his throat, Vincent coughing up a bit of blood as he lands.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a move, she may have just destroyed Vincent’s Adam’s Apple.

BUBBA J: Vincent and all the others knew what they were getting into here tonight, but don’t count Vincent out just yet.

Finale grabs the staple gun, and a similar gleam comes into his eyes that Riona had earlier. Finale places the gun right on Starr’s crotch and the men in the crowd get very silent after a large groan.

CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk CaChunk

BUBBA J: That hurts me and I’m sitting here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Me too.

BUBBA J: But then I realize that its Lucille Starr and doubt he feels anything the pussy that he is.

Lucious rolls around in pain, trying desperately to fight Finale off from the pain he is causing to his manhood. Finale goes for another staple, but the gun is all out so he picks up the bottle instead. Finale places the bottle on the ground in the perfect position before pulling Lucious up and driving him head first onto the bottle with a DDT. Finale isn’t finished though, he pulls Lucious up to his feet, whipping him into the railing. Finale leaps off a chair’s seat driving both feet right into Lucious’ face sending them both over the railing. Riona grabs Finale as he gets back up sending him back into the railing with a bloody chop to the chest. Fi nale fights back with one of his own, but Riona returns the favor; Finale returns in kind.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A bloody chop fest!

BUBBA J: How much blood have these people lost?

Riona with a third chop, but Finale ducks under the blow shoving Riona back with a shove. Riona stumbles over Starr and Vincent slamming her head on the ring apron. Finale darts forward as Riona rights herself slamming a knee into her face and then rolling her up onto the apron. Finale leans there catching his breath before tossing a trashcan into the ring for good measure. Finale opens a bag of thumbtacks, tossing many of them onto the trashcan before lifting Riona up to her feet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Goddamnit right onto the trashcan!

BUBBA J: This guy is proving that BWF may have had bad history in the past, but he is a true competitor.

Finale lays there catching his breath, Riona laying there bleeding, but Finale unable to cover for the pin. On the outside of the ring Lucious has picked himself up, Vincent having done the same as well. Lucious turns around receiving a brass knuckles shot from Vincent, causing him to fall back against the railing. Lucious smiles as he points to his head and fires a brass knuckles shot back at Vincent. Vincent with a shot, Lucious with a shot, Vincent, Lucious, Vincent, Lucious!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its Brass Knuckle warfare!

BUBBA J: Not many can go toe to toe with Vincent, Lucious must be on some kind of drugs, speed, heroine, or something like that.

Vincent stumbles back, blood pouring from his multiple wounds on his face, but Starr is bleeding heavily too. Vincent charges at Lucious, Starr with a snap Northern Lights suplex out of either desperation or desing; doesn’t matter he nailed it right onto a piece of C4 in the matting!

Boooooom!

Vincent grunts from the pain of his body making contact with the special surprise placed around the ring.

BUBBA J: We got C4?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Obviously, but no one mentioned it to me.

BUBBA J: I fucking love C4!

Lucious is shocked and stumbles back, having received a bit of pain from that as well. He pulls Vincent up nailing him in the face with a knee once, twice, and a third time. Vincent falls back pouring blood and probably out cold. Finale comes flying over the top rope with a kendo stick slamming it into Starr’s back on his way down Starr turns around, the barbed wire wrapped stick ripping his flesh even more. Finale swings the stick, Lucious sways out of the way. Lucious darts in nailing Finale in the face with a forearm and an elbow combination that has the BWF US Champion on the ropes(not literally because the two of them are outside the ring but you get the metaphor.) Finale fires back with a shot of his own, but Lucious hip tosses him onto some broken light tubes, the sharp points digging into Finale’s back and front as he rolls around trying to get up. Lucious stalks over to Finale, pulling him up and slamming him face first onto the ring apron before mouthing off to Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Fuck you too Starr.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is not the way to get a head in this business Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey, fuck you right in the fucking ear!

Lucious laughs as he lifts Finale up, slamming him onto the table where Bubba J and Mikey Massacre are sitting. Lucious digs under the ring pulling a ladder from under the vast open space that is a Rebel Pro ring because I swear there is probably a car under there too. Lucious speedily sets up the ladder before reaching into the ring and pulling out a stop sign wich he places on top of Finale’s face.

“Your chances stop here Finale!”

Starr climbs up the ladder, before leaping out with a front flip cannonball type move that will use his entire body weight to hurt if he lands on top of Finale… which he doesn’t. Finale rolls out of the way just before Starr slams through the table and sign, but he rolls into Bubba J and Mikey’s lap.

BUBBA J: Get off!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale is right in our laps folks.

Finale gets up, holding something he pulls from his boot… a box cutter! Lucious is out cold in the debris of the table and Finale leans over him… slicing a seven inch gash on Lucioius’ forehead!

BUBBA J: Scalp wounds always bleed more, but I swear I see bone.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale showing he is willing to do anything to win this AOWF title!

Back in the ring Riona is simply watching and resting, allowing all the others to kill themselves when she spots Black lumbering up to his feet. Riona looks down at her feet, at all of the plunder from the trashcan and spies… a cheese grater along with a pizza cutter; she smiles. Vincent leans over the railing, trying to gather himself for the rest of the fight. Riona comes flying off the top turnbuckle driving her right foot into his face sending the back of his head into the railing. Riona wastes no time in showboating instead dragging the grater across his face and chest bringing rivelets of blood to the surface as though we can tell there are anymore wounds on his already blood coated body. Riona holds up the pizza cutter and happily slices up his chest and cheek before digging her nails into the wounds and pulling them apart for added pain and torture. Vincent shoves Riona off, holding at his cheek that is pouring blood down his face. Riona rolls over to the apron and digs under the ring… coming out with rubbing alcohol and salt!

BUBBA J: That… is fixing to fucking hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like rubbing salt in a wound.

Riona opens the box, dumping salt all over Black’s body, the white salt turning red instantly as it makes contact with Black’s body. Riona then opens up the alcohol, pouring it into Vincent’s wounds as well. Black grunts from the pain, but it does something to focus him. Black kicks right out connecting with Riona’s womanhood, causing her to swear in pain. Black slams a fist up into her down turned face before shoving up and whipping her into the post. Black takes the grater, dragging it down her face and exposed cleavage for good measure. Black grabs the salt, throwing it into her face as well as pouring the alcohol into her eyes effectively blinding her; at least temporarily anyways. Riona swings out wildly hoping to connect with Vincent, but he easily side steps her. Black trips her up but spins her around nailing her with The New Hope!

BUBBA J: This one is over!

MIKEY MASSACRE: May be!

One…

Two…

Finale lands on top of the pin with the stop sign onto Black’s skull. Black rolls out, still running on adrenalline and slams a fist into Finale’s face busting his nose and or possibly breaking it. Finale holds at his nose in pain, but lets go when Black comes charging at him. Finale ducks out of the way, but Vincent is agile enough to change course and slam an elbow into Finale’s face. Finale goes down, but Black picks him right back up.

New Hope!

Countered!

Finale pounds a fist down into Black’s face, but it has little to no effect, but the box cutter does as Finale opens Black up at what appears to be temple to temple! Black drops the hold, but Finale brings him down to the mat with a facebuster! Finale rolls over to the ring, pulling out something he sees shining from under the cloth. Finale has a long strand of barbed wire and spins around smiling as he spots Black there still not moving.

BUBBA J: Black, as tough as he is, may be in for a world of hurt here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say you can bank on it.

Finale wraps the strand around Black’s throat before wrapping one end around his own wrist and locking Black in the liontamer portion of his Drawn and Quartered.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He calls that part of his Drawn and Quartered.

BUBBA J: Yeah, Vincent a bit too big for Finale to powerbomb there, may have saved him some damage.

Vincent crawls for under the apron, pulling out a ring wrench after about five minutes of being in the hold; or waht probably feels like five minutes anyways. Vincent swings backwards nailing Finale in the head just enough to break the hold. Vincent is coughing up even more blood and struggles up to his feet. Vincent turns around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Berserker from Finale!

Finale grabs Vincent’s head and mimicks Black giving him a very sensual blowjob.

BUBBA J: Come on, this is bullshit!

Finale slaps the spit right out of Vincent’s mouth as he turns around to confront Riona again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is just the person and type of wrestler that Finale is.

BUBBA J: Vincent is going to make him pay for that one thoh, I’ve got a feeling.

Riona flies through with a bw covered knee pad right into Finale’s face spinning him around and she catches him on the way down with a bulldog onto the floor!

BUBBA J: Now, that was impressive.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It seems that Riona does want this belt, proving that she will fight through any kind of adversity to win it.

Riona pulls Finale back up, nailing him in the face with a stiff five knuckles once, twice, three, four, and a fifth time splitting his cheek open with the force of the blows. Riona slams a knee into his face for good measure before pulling him up and tripping him so that his throat lands across the railing. Riona leaps up to the top turnbuckle, with Finale leaning across the railing and she leaps.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think she ripped off his head!

BUBBA J: Mikey, I fucking told you about that shit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Couldn’t resist.

Finale is gagging as we see Lucious Starr pick Black up rolling him into the ring as the second referee gets into position near Riona and Finale.

One…

Two…

Finale gets a shoulder up, barely, but he still fights through to get a shoulder up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Got to admire the guts of that kid.

BUBBA J: No I don’t.

Lucious places a table up in the ring with broken glass covering its surface; he digs around in the plunder tossing up a few tacks for good measure and a couple strands of barbed wire as Vincent is still trying to get his breath.

BUBBA J: Lucille better kick Vincent while he’s down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree, he isn’t one to take lightly as Lucious thinks.

Lucious slides the table concoction over to the corner before pulling Black up and shoving him back first into the corner. Lucious with a right hand rocks Black’s head back on his neck and Starr gets Black ready for The Grim Reaper!

BUBBA J: He’ll never get Black up, won’t happen.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Only time will tell, a person can do amazing things with something to fight for.

On the outside Riona lifts Finale up to his feet, but he slams a beer bottle into her groin; willing to do whatever it takes to finish this match with a win. Finale shatters the beer bottle right into Riona’s face sending glass flying and her holding at her face. Finale shatters six beer bottles from a fan who was definitely into Japanese beer while watching this match or this night of Honor Bound. Riona is picking glass out of her face when…

BUBBA J: Vincent with a back drop sends Lucious through the table of doom!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale with his Maximum Powerbomb!

Finale and Black both make the cover.

One… One…

Two… Two…

Three. Three

DING DING DING

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finale with the win!

BUBBA J: Hell no you bearded bitch it was Vincent!

No one is sure, but what is sure is that none of the people are moving here in this match, all knowing that it is over one way or another. The referees rush over to the televisions in front of Bubba J and Mikey peering at them closely watching both pins before conferring. They nod in agreement before walking over to Jenny, covering their mouths, they tell her their decision.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEWWWW AOWF King Of Extreme Champion…. Finale!

The scene fades into the Rebel Pro logo with Finale holding his AOWF King Of Extreme Title high in the air.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with Jason Christopher preaching but his sermon is muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Jacob Venar climbing to the top turnbuckle!

“You got some attitude”

Venar hits the ‘Spread My Wings’ on some poor bastard!

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

Massacre and Bubba J sitting at ringside in a heated debate!

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

Marina Blue slinking her way to ringside, dressed in her slutty best!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Lisa Seldon Holding the REBEL World Championship high over her head!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Phoenix and the team of Might And Magic!

“Attitude, my canadian pharmacy attitude”

Jacob Venar throws Chris Casino off the top of a cage!

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

A giant chokeslam from Matthew Kurtis!

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

Freak Show winning the REBEL Tag Titles from the Bluegrass Mafia V.2!

BUBBA J: What a bunch of clowns!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Vincent Black stalking his way down to the ring!

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

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!

“You got some attitude”

Jacob Venar with the World Title draped over his shoulder.

As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marina Blue hitting a springboard seated senton on some poor (or lucky!) jobber!

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

The Tex-Mex Express battling with The Big Bo$$ Rider$!

“You got some attitude”

A rapid series of images of former REBEL Icons – Rex Caliber, Kyle Roberts, The ‘Assman’ Mike Trey, Great Alaskan Ninja!

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

We come back from a commercial hyping Rebel Pro’s Night 3 of Honor Bound to find all people in the ring. Johnson calls for the opening bell.

DING DING

Williams and Kurtis circle each other,
both looking for the right spot to start their offense. They lock
up…collarand elbow tie up. Both men try to take the advantage, but seem to
be evenly matched. Williams with a quick go behind with a rear waist lock, but
Kurtisquickly floats behind with a rear waist lock of his own. Williams
tries prying Kurtis’ hands apart, reaching success as he spins towards Kurtis
for another collar and elbow. Williams with another go behind, and this time
he applies a reverse hammerlock. Kurtis struggles to pull his arm free of
Williams’ grip. He grabs Williams by the head…snapmare! Williams
quickly returns to his feet and catches a boot from Kurtis. Kurtis with an
enziguri, but Williams ducks it! Williams still has ahold of Kurtis’ leg,
and Kurtis rolls through flipping Williams back first to the mat! Both men
return to their feet withsmiles on their faces. Kurtis attempts another lock
up, but Williams ducks under. Williams grabs Kurtis for a suplex, but
Kurtis blocks it! Kurtiswith a boot to the gut. He sets Williams up for a tornado DDT! He flips over, but Williams stalls him in mid air! Kurtis
struggles…and he rolls throughfor a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both men quickly return to their feet. Kurtis signals that he was “that
close” to beating Kenneth Williams The two men lock up again, and this time
Williams is able to use his power to force Kurtis in to the ropes. Williams
applies a side headlock, but Kurtis quickly pushes him off. Williams hits the
far ropes and Kurtis leap frogs over him on the rebound. Williams hits the
opposite ropes and is met with a hard knee to the gut when he returns to
Kurtis!Williams is hunched over, and Kurtis gets his leg across the back of
Williams’ neck, Williams rises forcing Kurtis to flip back landing on his
feet…andWilliams decapitates him with a vicious clothesline! Williams
grabs Kurtis’ legs, looking for a cloverleaf submission, but Kurtis blocks him
at everyturn! Williams slingshots Kurtis in to the ropes, but Kurtis lands
feet first on the middle rope…springboard dropkick as Williams returns to his
feet!Williams crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside! Kurtis waits as
Williams slowly gets up on the outside. Kurtis hits the far ropes…full head
of steam…SUMMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE ON TO Williams!

BUBBA J: I wish these idiots would stop cheering for a Kurtis, it shows no sophistication.

MIKEY MASSACRE: They can’t help but love any of the Kurtis family.

The fans cheers for Kurtis as he returns to his feet, drawing off of the fans
cheers. He brings Williams back to his feet, but Williams counters witha
drop toe hold! Williams brings Kurtis in to a powerbomb position…double
underhook…backbreaker! Williams falls back in to the guardrail, holding it
for support as the fans cheer for him as well. Williams climbs on top of the
guardrail, using his hands for support. He waits for Kurtis to get back up.
Williams runs the rail…spear on Kurtis! Williams picks Kurtis back up. He
applies a half nelson looking for a half nelson suplex, but Kurtis
blocksit! Snapmare by Kurtis! Kurtis climbs up to the apron, looking back at
Williams who is returning to his feet. Kurtis leaps to the top
rope…moonsault…into a DDT! Kurtis rolls Williams back in to the ring
and quickly climbs back up to the apron. He hesitates, waiting for Williams to
return to his feet. Kurtis with a springboard…and Williams catches him for
a snap powerslam! And he has the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: J-Kurt showing that Kurtis resiliency as he manages to kick out after
that picture perfect snap powerslam!

Williams climbs up to the apron and start to ascend the ropes. As he reaches
the top, he looks down to see Kurtis back to his feet. Kurtis rushes in
and leaps in to the air, using the ropes for support to crack Williams hard
in the jaw with a knee lift! Williams falls to a sitting position and
Kurtis quickly joins Williams on the top rope. He lifts Williams in
position…for the Future Shock! Williams realizes his own move and delivers an
elbow to the side of the head…and a second! Williams holds the position
and summersaults forward for a flipping stunner! Kurtis
appears to be out, but Williams is still feeling the effects from the knee
lift. Williams finally crawls over to Kurtis for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Kurtis barely kicks out in time! Williams brings Kurtis back in to the
powerbomb position…double underhook again…backbreaker…NO! Kurtis with a
head scissors takeover upon the flip up! Williams is quick to get back up and
rushes at Kurtis for a clothesline, but Kurtis ducks it…neckbreaker! Kurtis
picks Williams back up with a front face lock. He lifts Williams…sitdown
front suplex! Kurtis climbs out to the apron as Williams rolls to his back.
Kurtis with the springboard…shooting star press…but Williams gets the knees
up! Kurtis holds his gut as he gets back up. Williams gets back to his feet and
lifts Kurtis with the reverse fireman’s carry slam. Williams
rolls Kurtis on to his stomach and applies a variation of an indian deathlock.
He falls backand wraps his arms around Kurtis’ waist, squeezing him like a
bear hug! He uses his strength to slightly elevate Kurtis during the submission,
adding morepressure to the back. Johnson checks on Kurtis, but Kurtis
refuses to give in. Williams applies more pressure and Johnson checks on
Kurtis again.

BUBBA J: What a submission by Williams! Kurtis has to find a way out of
this move, or Williams will be victorious!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ve never seen a submission quite like this. But it just goes
to show you how important this match is for both men!

Kurtis delivers stiff rights to Williams skull until Williams finally
releases the hold. Williams holds the side of his head as he brings Kurtis
back to his feet. He lifts kurtis up…backbreaker! Williams quickly makes
the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Kurtis rolls the shoulder at the last second! Williams returns to his feet.
He brings Kurtis back to a standing position and whips him in to the
corner.Williams follows in…bone crushing clothesline! Williams follows up
with a shoulder to the gut…and a second…and a third! Williams backs off as
Kurtis stumbles out of the corner…belly to belly release suplex! Williams looks at Kurtis who
is lifeless on the mat. He makes his way to the corner and climbs the
turnbuckle.Williams with a flying elbow drop…but Kurtis moves out of the
way! Kurtis slowly returns to his feet, as does Williams. Kenneth turns to
Kurtis…reverseSTO, and Williams is down! Kurtis hovers over Williams’
body, lifting him in to a variation of a triangle choke hold! He places
Williams’ throat against his shin as he traps his arm, pulling down on his
head! Johnson checks on Williams who struggles to find a way out of the
submission!

BUBBA J: Don’t you do… don’t you do it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He did it, Williams taps!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match as a result of a submission… Jonothan Kurtis!

BUBBA J: Be… right back Mikey, got a little business to take care of.

Bubba J gets up, staring at J-Kurt in the ring, who also glares back at Bubba J. We fade into a commercial for Kent’s weiners, they come in 36 packs to feed all the Kurtis Family.

~Backstage~

Hostile, Vincent Black, and Bubba J are all taking turns beating the hell out of Kenneth Williams with boots, fists, and Hostile even has a lead pipe. Vincent leans over with a can of silver spray paint.

BUBBA J: Son, we are in a war about ratings, trying to show why Rebel can stand with the big boys, and you want to ignore recording apromo?

Vincent laughs as Hostile nails Williams with a lead pipe.

BUBBA J: Mark ‘em.

Vincent leans over spraying “EE” on Williams’ chest. Bubba J leans over right in Kenneth’s face.

BUBBA J: Next time… you’d better record your promo son, let this be a lesson to you.

The scene fades away.

~Commercial~

MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s now time for a couple newcomers to step into the ring, lets take it to Jenny Jersey for the introductions!

BUBBA J: Mmm, fresh meat!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against swells into the arena and an arousal of “boos” overtakes it as Ace Olen

emerges from the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, standing 6’4″ and weighing in at 234 lbs., currently residing in New Orleans,

Lousiana — “Dirt From The River”… Ace Olen!

Ace continues his way to the ring, loosening up and awaiting the arrival of Kris Klondike.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” by Alice Cooper plays and the fans jump to their feet with cheers.

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

The music continues to play and Kris Klondike never emerges from the entranceway.

JENNY JERSEY: Kris Klondike!

Still, Kris Klondike is nowhere to be seen.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It doesn’t appear that Kris Klondike will be joining Ace Olen in the ring.

BUBBA J: Moving in takes time, give the guy a break. You ever moved all your stuff by yourself?

MIKEY MASSACRE: As a matter of fact, yes. Can you say the same?

BUBBA J: Why? Don’t they have movers that do that for you?

The music begins to fade out as Ace Olen calls for Jenny Jersey to hand him the microphone.

ACE OLEN: Well, it’s no surprise Kris isn’t here. If I were him, I’d probably bail too if I had to face me. Regardless of where

he’s at, I’m ready for a fight. I’ve trained for this, somewhat, and I’m not leaving until I kick someone’s ass. How about…

Ace holds his finger in the air, thinking about it.

ACE OLEN: How about you Jenny?

Jenny Jersey points to herself, shaking her head.

ACE OLEN: No? — Then get out of the ring.

Ace starts looking around the arena.

ACE OLEN: How about one of you then? Who would like to earn Kris’ paycheck for the evening? Raise your hand!!

Ace continues to walk around the ring and finally eyes down a scrawny, blonde man several rows back.

ACE OLEN: You sir! Come on up!

The Rebel Pro theme starts to play throughout the arena as the man makes his way through the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Apparently, Ace Olen intends to have a match one way or another, even if means fighting a spectator.

The spectator jumps over the ringside barricade and starts to walk around to the steps as Ace Olen separates the top &

middle ropes for him to enter. The music stops.

ACE OLEN: What’s your name, sir? And I only call you ‘sir’ because you’re actually willing to work for a living, unlike someone

else I know. What’s your name?

FAN: Matt.

ACE OLEN: Matt. Well Matt, you know how this game goes, yes?

FAN: Yeah.

ACE OLEN: Then, for legal reasons, I need you to look into that camera right over and tell the good folks, and by ‘good folks’

I mean lawyers — the good folks watching around the world that you are aware of the risks involved and you have no

intentions of suing Rebel Pro should you get injuried. Do you concur?

FAN: Yes.

ACE OLEN: Good.

Ace Olen points Matt to the corner and as he walks across the ring, the official is waving Ace off. Ace hands the microphone

to Jenny Jersey over the top rope. Ace speaks to Jenny Jersey momentarily before her voice rings throughout the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: And Ace Olen’s opponent — Matt!

Ace starts telling the ref to call for the bell, but the official is still waving him off, trying to tell Matt to exit the ring. Ace

finally turns around and tells the timekeeper to ring the bell. The timekeeper is about to ring the bell when…

…The Rebel Pro theme starts playing throughout the arena again and Larry Gordon emerges from the aisleway to a standing

ovation with a microphone.

LARRY GORDON: Olen, first and foremost, welcome to Rebel Pro. Now, I have to say that I am a little perplexed at what I see in

the ring at the moment. A professional athlete about to square off against a spectator?

Ace Olen just nods, mouthing the words “Kris didn’t show.”

LARRY GORDON: I know Kris didn’t show, for personal reasons, but I believe I have the answer you are looking for. Would the

young gentleman, Matt, genericcialis-onlineed.com please exit the ring and return to your seat.

Matt exits the ring and returns to his seat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thank goodness. Larry Gordon is putting an end to this nonsense.

BUBBA J: I didn’t think it was nonsense. You come up in this sport, you get criticized all the time. Studies have shown, that

kicking a critics ass is the fastest and most effecient way of shutting them up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Have studies found a way to shut you up?

LARRY GORDON: Here is your new opponent, Ace.

“I Hear The Voices” by Uriah Heep starts to play and the fans begin a mixed ovation of boos and cheers.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring at this time, standing six feet three inches and weighing two hundred and forty pounds., from Miller’s Trailer Park — Bobby

Lee!

Bobby Lee enters the ring as Ace continues to loosen-up. Once Bobby Lee is finished playing to the crowd, the bell rings.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And here we go!

BUBBA J: Great, we get see Bobby Lee run for his life until he runs out of breath and falls down, then Ace will cover him. The

end.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Collar-and-elbow tie-up and Olen doesn’t hesitate pushing Bobby Lee to the mat in the corner.

Bobby Lee quickly slides out under the bottom rope with a look of shock and awe on his face. Ace Olen walks over to the

ropes and holds them open for Bobby Lee, the same as he did for Matt. Bobby Lee stands outside, telling Ace ‘no, you’re

gonna hit me!’ But Ace just keeps waving him in. Finally fed up, Ace jumps out of the ring as Bobby Lee starts running

around the ring.

BUBBA J: Do I know how to call ‘em or what!?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace Olen continues to chase Bobby Lee on the outside.

Bobby Lee slips into the ring and starts crawling to the other side, but before he can climb out Olen grabs the waistband of

his pants and drags him to the middle of the ring and stands him up. Olen gets in his face and poking him in the chest

until Bobby Lee is trapped in the corner. Slugging as hard as he can, Olen drops Bobby with one punch. Picking Bobby

back up, Ace starts driving his shoulders into his stomach before Irish whipping him to the caddy corner. Bobby Lee

bounces off the turnbuckle and stumbles to the middle of the ring, Olen drives him to the mat with a spear.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen now, climbing out of the ring.

Olen throws the timekeeper to the floor and steals his chair, folding it up and throwing it up over the top rope and

climbing back in the ring. Positioning the chair in the center of the ring, he picks Bobby Lee up, who attempts to Irish whip

Olen into the ropes, but Olen ducks the proceeding clothesline and nails Bobby Lee with a super-kick to the chin.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, decimating Lee.

Olen repositions the chair again, picking Bobby Lee up and sending him to the ropes. On the return, Olen delivers a

vertebrae shattering spinebuster. Bobby Lee convulses on the ground as Olen heads to the apron and climbs the top

turnbuckle.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bobby Lee, staggering to his feet. Only to get knocked back down with a missile dropkick from the top rope

by Olen.

Olen positions the chair and walks around the ring till he’s standing directly between Bobby Lee and the chair.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen, stalking Bobby Lee who is slow to get to his feet.

Bobby Lee drained, finally makes it to his feet, seemingly unaware of where he is. As he turns around, Olen drives him to

the mat with an RKO style inverted three-quarter bulldog onto the steel chair. Bobby Lee bounces off the mat with his face,

Olen smirks before pinning him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: 1… 2… 3!

“Re-Education (Through Labor)” plays throughout as the ref holds up Olen’s hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… ACE OLEN!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Olen very impressive in his debut.

BUBBA J: I would’ve rather seen Matt than Bobby Lee.

~Commercial~

We jump to the ring, just in time to catch Lisa holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbedwire and prepping a glass plate in the corner. Chad stands in his own, tapping his foot and looking bored beyond belief.

BUBBA J: I gave her those you know… to beat on him with.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’re good with the ladies.

BUBBA J: I’ve been told. Speaking of ladies, we’re about to see two of the best of them go at it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

BUBBA J: Nah you’re right, there’s a lot of great broads out there. Little girl Chad isn’t even in their league.

Chad, losing interest, charges forward into and into a Drop Toe-Hold, shattering the glass on impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’re off to great start.

Chad scrambles to his feet, bloodied and swinging blind, and right into a Baseball Bat shot in the stomach that puts him on his knees. Lisa then flips the bat off behind her before making a round of the ring, touching each corner before coming around in front of him, shooting forward and blasting him between the eyes with a Basement Dropkick.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa rounds home plate.

BUBBA J: Wish she was wearing studs.

Lisa gets up and takes a bow before peeling Chad off the canvas and driving him back into the corner. She then rips off a left right combination before spinning into a Back Elbow, leaving her facing away from him. She then points to the opposite corner and takes off on a run with Chad stumbling behind her. Hitting the ropes she steps up their face and throws herself backwards, but Chad steps under and then drives his heel back into her stomach when she lands behind him. Lisa doubles over and Chad turns around to straighten her up with a kick in the chest. He then leaps for a Snap Neckbreaker but Lisa twists around and leaves them standing in a Suplex position. Chad then fires off a knee into her chest before dumping her with a Snap Suplex and twisting over into the pin.

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Lisa leans forward before the count can even get going.

BUBBA J: Chad looking to finish this one quick to save tearing up his pretty boy face anymore than she already did.

Chad drags Lisa up and bounces her into the ropes, taking her down with a Shoulder Block on the return. He then turns his genericviagra4u-totreat.com attention to a corner, lining up a second pane of glass.

BUBBA J: Look at sissy boy, gotta set it just right. Can’t he just beat a woman with glass like a real man?

MIKEY MASSACRE: So what do you call it when Lisa did the same?

BUBBA J: Hilarious.

Chad sets the glass at an angle before turning around, right into a Rolling Koppu kick from Lisa that smashes him into the corner, just missing the glass. Lisa then clambers back up and pushes Chad out of the corner. She then leaps up to the top-rope and turns around, giving Chad a second to turn around before leaping up, landing squaring on his shoulders and snapping back. Unfortunately, Chad does not. Instead he whips her back up and charges into the corner. Lisa mouths the word tits before exploding through the pane of glass in the clutches of a Sitout Powerbomb.

BUBBA J: God damn!

Chad then drags Lisa out of the corner by a foot and rolls into the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s out.

BUBBA J: Never gonna happen Chad.

Chad jumps up, drags Lisa off the mat and sticks a knee in her stomach. He then hits the ropes behind her, fires back with an arm outstretched and smashes her in the back of the head with an STO, grinding her face first into the broken glass. He flips her for the cover.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa throws up and arm.

BUBBA J: Seriously Chad, not a fucking chance.

Chad slaps the mat as he rolls off, but he refuses to give up his lead, dragging Lisa off the mat and standing her in the centre of the ring. He then hits the ropes, leaping to the second and flipping back, right into a Dropkick from Lisa that catches him in the chest and drops him in a heap. Lisa then jumps up shaking her head in a cartoonish daze, spattering blood across the ring. She then steps up one foot on his back and stamps down with the other, crushing his face against the mat.

BUBBA J: Woman after my own heart.

Chad rolls to his back as Lisa steps over him, leans into a twist and then shoots herself backwards into a Standing Stardust Special for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Two! And Chad kicks out!

BUBBA J: Stupid bastard wants more.

Lisa leans back onto her knees, mopping a wet mess of bloody hair from her face before pulling Chad from the mat. Once on his knees though he drives her back to the corner, crushing the air from her lungs. He then steps up and hammers a Forearm Shot into her jaw for good measure. He then backs up a quick step before charging forward with a Discuss Clothesline, sending spit through the air before she sinks in the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa could be in trouble.

BUBBA J: And Chad could be the greatest wrestler in history but that doesn’t make it true.

Chad then turns his attention to one more sheet of glass, lifting it up and balancing it along the middle ropes in the corner like a platform. He then turns back to Lisa, dragging her up into a Front Facelock.

BUBBA J: Watch him about to blow it.

Chad lifts Lisa straight up, only to have her push herself off and land on her feet. Lisa then throws a Superkick that Chad pushes away. He then turns her to face him and launches a Clothesline that just skiffs over her head. The two then turn to face each other with Lisa striking first, kicking her foot straight up and smashing through his jaw and buckling his knees.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad is wobbled.

Lisa takes a step back, putting a foot off the glass and quickly pushing herself to the top-rope. Chad however staggers out of his daze and rushes forward with a leap up to the ropes in front of her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad jumps into dangerous territory up there.

Chad takes a second to right himself for a Belly to Belly Suplex but Lisa kicks out his

leg and traps his legs before pushing him back into a Tree of Woe.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad falls back almost cracking his head off that glass.

BUBBA J: Give it a second.

Chad leans up from the ropes just as Lisa gets to her feet, shoots him a wink and leaps into the air, pulling up both her feet beneath her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nice knowing you Chad.

BUBBA J: No it wasn’t.

Lisa drops straight down into Chad, kicking out her feet through a Double Stomp, driving them into his face and stepping through, shattering the glass against his head. Lisa then rolls through onto a knee and throws out her arms, clearly quite pleased with herself.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Someone’s pleased with them self.

BUBBA J: She should be; she just won the twenty bucks I bet when I said she wouldn’t be able to kill him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why?

BUBBA J: Motivation. It’s worth losing the money.

Lisa then leaps back to her feet, dragging Chad out of the mess and pulling him up just long enough to blow his face out with a knee. Chad then sinks to the ground, dropping on all fours where Lisa lines up and rips a foot through his skull with a horrendous Soccer Kick. The crowd grimace as he goes down, and Lisa dives on to the cover.

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BUBBA J: Ah hah! My boss beat the hell out of that damn Kurtis!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You could be a little less bias, you know.

BUBBA J: No I couldn’t, I hate a damn Kurtis.

[In a small church in Mobile, Alabama, Jason Christopher stands behind the pulpit. To his left, a rectangular picture or painting sits on an easel, covered by a black sheet.]

“Brothers. Sisters. REBEL Pro fans and competitors. I come to you today with a message. In my short period of time in this company, I have learned of actions and words that represent the truest form of depravity and vile behavior. But above them all, or perhaps below as it were, is one man. One man who epitomizes the true sense of evil that I have felt in my time here.

This man has done nothing to glorify our God, and has done everything in his power to advance the coming of Satan himself. And on top of this, he has not once recognized my greatness, my truth, my message, or indeed, my claim to the Kingdom of Heaven as the right-hand of our Lord.”

[He turns toward the easel, and places a hand on the top, clutching the black sheet.]

“This man, if he can even be called such, must be dealt with. It falls to me to defeat his march towards the destruction of REBEL Pro, and possibly the destruction of mankind. This man is none other…”

[He pulls the sheet back to reveal the picture.]

“Than Chad Kurtis.”

[A glossy 8x10 photo of The Show in action, blown up to nearly two feet tall, sits on the easel.]

“This man, who refers to himself as ‘The Show’, has denied all of my emails and calls to contact him regarding his behavior. I have made all attempts to resolve this peacefully, but my requests that he step down from his position of fame in REBEL Pro have gone unheeded. If he is allowed to continue his run to the top of this company, he shall surely bring about its demise through his depraved actions and words. Thus, I shall be forced to remove him personally. Chad Kurtis shall become my personal mission, my singular goal until the goal is achieved.

I ask for all of my disciples, and all followers of the Church cialisdosage-storeonline.com of Christopher, to pray for my success in this endeavor, and to ask our Lord, my father, to care for the eternal soul of Chad Kurtis.

I shall not be so merciful.”

[The image freezes with Jason Christopher on Megavision.]

Chad grabs the microphone from Jenny Jersey, she knows “The Show” and knows that he’ll want to get his thoughts out in the open. Chad looks out to the crowd then up towards Heaven, before closing his eyes and then sighing he glares at the frozen image of Jason Christopher on Megavision.

CHAD KURTIS: JChrist I have listen to you talk about how you are the second coming and so on and you want to accuse me of blasphemy? That’s rich! Do you really understand the meaning of the word? Blaspheny is the impious ulterance or action concerning God and I am not a saint but I am not a demon either. Trust me when I say I know where I am going when I die because I know my sins have been paid. But moving on let’s talk about you. I know that is your favorite subject anyway so let’s just focus on you and your “Judaism”. If you don’t know what that means look it up because I ain’t here to preach! What I am here for is to tell you that if a holy war is what you want a holy war is what you’ve got and may God have mercy on your soul!

Chad looks around one more time at the crowd before his eyes alight on Megavision and Jason Christopher once more.

CHAD KURTIS: Because I won’t.

Chad drops the microphone before leaping out of the ring as “Cocky” blares in the speakers.

~Commercial for Honor Bound Night 4: Where Rebel Pro will stand out!~

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is an I QUIT MATCH and it is for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship! For Simon Kalis to win this match, he must force the challenger to say the words “I Quit”. However, for Emily Corlen to win this match, she must force the Champion to say “You’re not fat”!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Certainly an interesting stipulation created by the challenger here tonight, who is sick, and perhaps rightfully so, of Simon Kalis and others treating her like she’s fat.

A wolf’s howl can be heard throughout the arena, but instead of “She Wolf” by Shakira, the crowd seems confused as the opening riff from “The Look” by Roxette begins playing on the P.A. system. Several men with cameras make their way out from behind the curtain, two of them pulling a red carpet and unrolling it down the ramp. The crowd’s confusion turns to loud cheers as “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen pushes her way through the curtain.

BUBBA J: And this night just got better! Shake that ass!

Emily stands on the stage, extending her arms like wings, then sweeping them above her head before closing them around her mouth and howling. The men who came out before her have surrounded Emily and begun taking dozens of pictures. She poses playfully, showing off her flat stomach and grinning as the song continues playing.

WALKIN’ LIKE A MAN, HITTIN’ LIKE A HAMMER
SHE’S A JUVENILE SCAM, NEVER WAS A QUITTER
TASTY LIKE A RAINDROP, SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger… hailing from Rockford, Illinois… weighing in tonight at a very lean one hundred and forty-five pounds of pure muscle…

HEAVENLY BOUND, ‘CAUSE HEAVEN’S GOT A NUMBER
WHEN SHE’S SPINNIN’ ME AROUND, KISSIN’ IS A COLOR
HER LOVIN’ IS A WILD DOG, SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

The paparazzi finally part and Emily begins to make her way down the ramp, following the unraveled red carpet, smirking while looking as determined as ever.

SHE’S GOT THE LOOK (SHE’S GOT THE LOOK)
SHE’S GOT THE LOOK (SHE’S GOT THE LOOK)
WHAT IN THE WORLD CAN MAKE A BROWN EYED GIRL TURN BLUE

JENNY JERSEY: She is The Crimson Wolf… SHE IS EMILY… CORLEN!!!

WHEN EVERYTHING I’LL EVER DO I’LL DO FOR YOU
AND I GO LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
SHE’S GOT THE LOOK

Emily reaches the ring and rolls inside, then runs the ropes a few times before stopping in the middle, pointing back at the stage, and then motioning for gold around her waist.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily Corlen very nearly left Birthday Bash two weeks ago as the Aggression Champion… can she fulfill what she believes is her destiny tonight and claim the title that barely eluded her the last time she competed for it?

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Cold Play hits up in the speakers as Simon Kalis with Tamika Nash Strader step from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Aggression Champion, being accompanied to the ring by Tamika Nash Strader; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… SIMON KALIS!

Simon spits on the red carpet still left from Emily’s entrance before he steps up the steps. Simon climbs into the ring looking around before spitting towards Bubba J with a laugh and handing the title to Jenny Jersey.

DING DING

Collar and elbow, but Simon fires a forearm into Emily’s face, but Corlen catches the forearm and uses it to flip Simon over onto his back. Emily wastes no time in dropping a leg across Simon’s throat, but Simon has rolled out of the way and up to his feet. Simon with a running knee, but Emily catches the leg whipping Simon around slamming the back of his head with her elbow taking him stumbling away with a bulldog to the canvas.

BUBBA J: Emily on the ball here in the early going.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She has to make him say “You aren’t fat.” She’s got a long way to go, but so does Simon.

Emily locks on a crossface, but Simon rolls away from the move slamming his free fist right into Emily’s face knocking her out of the submission move. Simon pops up to his feet just as Emily does the same. They come together, but Simon leaps over Emily, slamming his boot backwards in a kick to the back of Emily’s cranium sending her throat first across the ropes.

SIMON: Don’t try and eat the ropes Emily!

Simon is laughing before springing up to the top, Emily gasping for breath because she hit the ropes hard. Simon leaps off, coming down with a leg drop that crushes her throat onto the top rope hard and she slings back falling back first onto the canvas. Simon catches himself, leaping up top and diving out with a front roll, coming down butt first on Emily’s chest. Simon pounds down with fist after fist onto Emily’s pretty face before she shoves him off. However Simon rolls up to his feet and bounces off the ropes as Emily reaches her knees. Simon with a dropkick right into Emily’s face rolls her onto her back. Simon grabs her by her hair, dragging her uup to her knees, Simon pounds his forearm and elbow in a vicioius combination rocking her head back on her neck. Emily shoves a fist into Simion’s midsection before slamming an elbow into the side of his knee bringing him down. Emily wobbles up to her feet, but Simon reaches his as well.

BUBBA J: Neither willing to give up yet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think anyone expected them to.

Simon grabs a side headlock, Emily shoves him into the ropes. Simon bounces to the other side of the ring, Emily rolling forward springing up to her feet slamming Simon in the throat with a clothesline rocking him back over the top rope. Emily spins around catching him right in the mouth with a kick that sends him over the top to the outside. Emily hits the ropes as Simon rolls up to his feet, back to the ring. Emily launches herself over the top…

SUICIDE PLANCHA!

Crashing into Simon and his head snaps off the concrete floor with authority and Emily is on a roll here.

BUBBA J: Maybe she knocked the asshole out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She would still not win though.

Emily pulls Simon up to a sitting position, driving her knee into the front of his face, busting his lip and possibly his nose as well. Emily slams the knee in a second time and this one definitely breaks the nose as a crunching sound is heard. Emily pulls him on up, whipping his around into the Announcers’ table. Simon leaps up to te table, flipping Bubba J off, before spinning around and kicking Emily right in the face with the toe of his boot, at the very least busting her nose as well.

BUBBA J: That arrogant sumbitch!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just calm down Bubba J.

Simon turns around, glaring at Bubba J before flipping him off for a second time, Mikey barely able to hold him back in his seat. Simon turns back around, pulling Emily up, but she grabs the front of his pants falling back sending Simon’s face into the steel post. Simon’s face rebounds from the steel as he spins around. Emily hops up to the ring apron, running and leaping off as Simon turns back around dazed and a bit confused. Emily launches herself landing on his shoulders, sending him down with a hurricanrana on the concrete. Emily grabs the microphone, putting it down to Simon’s lips.

SIMON: No one wants to screw you… you fat cow…

Simon grins as Emily pounds her fist into Simon’s face.

BUBBA J: I do.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do what?

BUBBA J: Want to screw her.

Emily digs under the ring, pulling out a wrench used to set up the ring. Simon rolls over laughing as he gets up to his feet. Emily spins around bringing the wrench up, Simon ducks under. Emily’s momentum keeps spinning her around. Simon catches her from behind, lifting her back, causing her head to slam into the concrete with one hard German suplex. Simon isn’t finished though, he rolls over, slamming her down with a second one, this one causing Emily’s skull to land solidly on the wrench. Simon rolls back up, another German, but he releases her causing her to slam into the railing and it slides back an inch or so from the hard impact.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She slams hard into the railing.

BUBBA J: But she is far from done.

Simon stalks over, pulling the bloody Emily up and shoving the microphone into her face.

EMILY: Never!

Simon bitch slaps Emily, causing her head to spin around and blood flies from her nose and face. Simon lifts her up, slamming his knee into her groin.

SIMON: There is more of that to come Bessie the Cow.

Emily fires a right hand, but her aim is off due to the dazed look in her eyes. Simon lifts her up, crotching her on the railing before he steps on Bubba J’s balls to climb on top of the table.

BUBBA J: That… sum… bitch!… My… balls… can’t take this s hit anymore!

Mikey Massacre is unable to comment but his laughter is filling the microphone.

BUBBA J: It… ain’t funny you bearded bitch!

Once again Mikey is laughing too hard to comment. Simon leaps off the table catching Emily of his way down and slams Emily’s face into the top of the railing. Emily rolls over to the side of the railing where the fans scatter to get out of the way of the action. Simon hops over the railing, picking up a discarded beer bottle before bringing it down on the top cialis soft tabs side effects of Emily’s skull.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That… a… your nuts got stomped…

The bottle shatters into a dozen pieces, probably more but all that matters is that Emily is definitely pouring blood from the top of her head as she is on her knees and elbows. Simon pulls her up to her dazed feet as he stands on the seats of two chairs. Simon leaps up onto Emily’s shoulders and balances there.

Emily counters with a powerbomb through the chairs!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn what a counter!

Emily was able to throw off Simon’s balance just enough before sending him through the chairs with a desperation powerbomb! Emily and Simon lay on their back, Simon on the chairs and Emily on the popcorn and glass covered concrete floor.

BUBBA J: There has to be a winner, but whether I like him or not, Simon is one tough sumbitch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is high praise coming from you to admit something like that about Simon Kalis.

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Emily gets the microphone from Alan Stone, she shoves it into Simon’s face.

SIMON: This… is… so… much… fun…

Simon grins as Emily continues by pulling him back up to his feet. Emily with a spinning elbow backs him through the fans willing to stay in the line of danger. Emily leaps to an empty seat before coming around Simon’s head, bringing him down with a DDT onto the concrete floor.

EMILY: Still… fun?

Simon groans, from the pain as we find out that his forehead shattered a Bud Light bottle and ground parts of it into what looks like fine powder. Emily spots a pocketbook left by a fan and finds something she is looking for, a spray can of pepper spray. Emily lifts Simon to a seated position before slamming him so hard that his glass eye pops out, landing on the concrete. Emily stomps down on it, shattering yet another glass eye of Simon.

BUBBA J: That’s it sexy.

Emily opens the top to the spray, and lifts Simon’s eye lid… spraying the contents right into the empty eye socket. Simon screams, anyone would cause that shit hurts. Emily drops the can into her trunks, it may come in handy yet again in this match. Simon shoves her away, pouring some liquid that he grabs from a cup into the empty hole, anything is better than that liquid. Simon spins around, blinking away tears as Emily flies at his face with a running dropkick. Simon grabs her feet, spinning her around causing her to take out several rows of chairs as he releases her to roll through their metal uniformity.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe we should have had an empty arena match.

BUBBA J: Nah, the fans know the risk when they come to one of our shows.

Simon washes out his eye again, before stumbling over to where Emily lays in an ackward position among so many steel chairs; Simon drops down holding the microphone.

EMILY: Nope… not… now… either…

Simonpounds his fists into her ears in a bell clap before lifting her up and seeming to grunt from the effort. Simon has her on his shoulders before stepping up onto a seat. Simon leaps off, driving Emily head first onto the concrete. Emily is out cold, completely and utterly unconscious.isn’t moving and Simon looks like he is fixing to do severe damage to her.

BUBBA J: This… ain’t cool. Ithink Emily is unconscious.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree with you but Simon is far from finished.

Simon grabs a piece of broken beer bottle and looks to carve up Emily’s face and body when a steel chair slams into the back of his skull sending him forward. Simon rolls over to see David Blazenwing standing over him with the crowd roaring. David points to the piece of glass before shaking his head and bringing the chair down a second time. Simon rolls over avoiding the chair as the two begin the brawl back to the ring. David drops the chair throwing a right hand, Simon ducks under kicking David in the back.

BUBBA J: See, I’m not the only one with hatred for Simon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But David is the only one doing anything about it.

BUBBA J: So, you think I’m scared?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I didn’t say that.

David and Simon fall over the railing throwing fists, knees, and kicks as they just brawl all out, with no rhyme or reason to it.

BUBBA J: But that is what you are implying!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did not!

BUBBA J: Well, I’ll show you and everyone else then!

Simon gets on top of David, putting all of his weight onto David’s throat, chking him out quickly and efficiently. Simon gets up, laughing as he turns around.

Trailer Park Trash!

Simon goes down and Bubba J hops over the railing to bring Emily over. Bubba J gets Emily up, “The Crimson Wolf” stumbling along as they get across the railing. Emily heads over to where Simon is laying out cold next to David.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What is he doing now?

Bubba J sets up two chairs, placing a couple of glass tables on top of their seats before motioning for Emily to use them to her advantage; Emily just nods.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That sob sure does pick and choose his times to finally get even.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do Mikey and I might not be finished yet. I intend on making damn sure he doesn’t leave here Aggression Champion.

Emily pulls Simon up onto the double decker glass table that Bubba J set up for Simon. Emily places him into the hold for the Catalyst(Glam Slam) and drives him through the glass tables!

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

She shoves the microphone into his face.

SIMON: Not… that… anyone… will… but… fuck… you…

Emily slaps the taste right out of his mouth sending blood and spittle from his mouth before lifting him up. Simon gouges her in the eyes with two fingers before delivering a diamond cutter!

BUBBA J: Fuck!

Simon finds the microphone, holding it right at Emily’s mouth, barely, but he holds it there.

EMILY: I…will… not…

David slams a boot right into Simon’s head and here comes Tamika from around the ring post leaping from the apron nailing David with a cross body sending him and her into the railing.

BUBBA J: Guess she’s had enough.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say so.

BUBBA J: But while she is occupied…

The headset slams down as Bubba J rushes over spinning Simon around nailing another TPT. He pulls Emily up pointing down at Simon. Emily nods lifting Simon up as Tamika turns around to see Bubba J there. David nails her in the back of the skull with a superkick

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BUBBA J: That should take care of his ass!

SIMON: You… aren’t… fat.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEWWW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… “Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen!

David rolls up to his feet and next to Emily as Jenny Jersey hands her the Rebel Pro Aggression belt. Emily and David walk towards the back, him helping her stand as she has lost a lot of blood here tonight. The crowd who weren’t on their feet stand up and begin a chant.

EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY! EM I LY!

Emily turns around holding the belt up high before pointing to the crowd and then placing the belt on her shoulder as we fade into the Rebel Pro logo. As the scene fades, we notice Ace Olen standing there staring at Simon shaking his head in disgust.

~Recorded earlier in the day~

Reporters, fans, and all sorts of media types stand around the entrance into the Aggression arena hoping for a glimpse of who the contract signing will be between here tonight. The door slowly opens up as Larry Gordon walks out standing there. Hundreds of flashes go off as people take pictures with cameras, phones, and all stick a microphone towards Gordon in hopes of some sort of information.

LARRY GORDON: What is it folks?

NEWS#1: Who?

He is immediately out shouted by a young blond reporter.

NEWS#2: We’ve gotten reports that it deals with Sirus Moran and Dr. Remo!

Gordon looks around, but before he can answer another reporter shouts out.

NEWS#3: When will they arrive?

LARRY GORDON: They, are already inside the building.

Shouts of protest raise the volume outside to another decible as Gordon smiles knowingly.

LARRY GORDON: I know how you people are, they’ve been inside for quite a number of hours in seperate locker rooms of course.

NEWS#4: Any hint as to who it is?

Gordon nods.

LARRY GORDON: I can do that, after all you’ve all been waiting for a long time.

He smiles that warm smile of friendship.

LARRY GORDON: Multiple time World Championships, former Tag Team Championships, and the most revealing thing of all…

Gordon begins to back away, opening the door and smiling.

LARRY GORDON: They have humannoid shapes.

Gordon laughs and shuts the door as the reporters grow wild with outrage.

~Megavision~

The camera shifts backstage, where we see “The Crimson Wolf” Emily Corlen, still beaten up from Birthday Bash but not too worse for wear. She appears to be searching for something, and after a few moments of searching, her eyes light up. The camera swivels to her line of sight and we see a door with a “LARRY GORDON” placard attached to it. The crowd cheers out of respect for the REBEL Pro Owner as Emily walks up and opens the door without knocking. Inside, Larry appears to be in the middle of a meal, and startled by the sudden intrusion, drops his fork and looks over at Emily.

LARRY GORDON: Uh, Miss Corlen, can I -

Emily puts her hand up, interrupting Larry.

EMILY CORLEN: Mr. Gordon, I want Simon. Next week.

The Durham crowd cheers loudly as Larry pushes his meal back onto the table and stands up, wiping his mouth with a napkin before continuing.

LARRY GORDON: You want a match with Simon Kalis? I assume you’ll be wanting to see his Aggression Title on the line?

Emily shakes her head.

EMILY CORLEN: I don’t care if the title’s on the line or not. I just want to get my hands on him and give him the ass kicking he had coming at Birthday Bash. This time, he’s not going to have his little cronies or Lisa Seldon to get in my way.

LARRY GORDON: Alright, I think I can -

Emily puts her hand up, interrupting Larry again. This time, the crowd boos slightly, not liking seeing the REBEL Pro Owner disrespected, but Gordon just smiles.

EMILY CORLEN: That’s not all. I want him in an I Quit Match.

The crowd once again cheers loudly.

EMILY CORLEN: If I say I Quit, Simon wins the match. But, for Simon to lose – and he will – he will be forced to admit to the world that I’M NOT FAT!

Emily says the last part of that sentence at the top of her lungs; despite showing visible abs and a well-toned body, it’s obvious that this has been eating away at her – no pun intended – for some time. Larry thinks about it for a moment, then nods.

LARRY GORDON: Alright, you’ll have your match against Simon next week on Aggression and it will be for the Aggression Title. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to dinner. Had a long day, didn’t get a chance to eat earlier.

Emily smiles, bowing slightly to Larry.

EMILY CORLEN: Thank you, Mr. Gordon!

Emily turns to leave Larry’s office. As she is about to close the door, Larry catches her attention.

LARRY GORDON: Oh, and Emily?

Emily turns her attention back to the Owner.

EMILY CORLEN: Yes?

Larry smiles.

LARRY GORDON: Next time… knock first.

Emily blushes slightly, realizing that in her haste to demand the match, she just barged into Larry’s office.

EMILY CORLEN: Yes sir. Sorry!

The crowd laughs as Emily closes the door to Larry’s office and the camera shifts to ringside.

“Judith” by A Perfect Circle hits up in the speakers to a loud amount of booing as from the back comes Jason Christopher.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Mobile, Alabama; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason looks out at the crowd before going up the steps and stepping through the middle and top rope.

“Animals” by Nickelback hits up in the speakers as from the back to a loud crowd full of cheering comes Jaice Wilds.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, from Perto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice leaps to the apron and flips himself over the top before spinning to face Jason Christopher from across the ring.

DING DING

Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Jason with a wristlock kicking Jaice in the ribs for good measure. Jason with a hammerlock into a side headlock. Jaice throws him into the ropes, but Jason puts on the brakes, keeping the headlock locked in. Jaice runs up the turnbuckle, trying to flip over Jason’s back to break the hold, Jason lets him go. Jason bounces off the ropes, knee right into Jaice’s faces causes the former Aggression champion to stumble backwards. Jason off the ropes, running boot to the face lays Jaice on his back. Jason picks Jaice up, forearm to the throat and he quickly follows it up with a knife edge chop to the chest elliciting a “Woooo!” from the crowd regardless of their feelings towards the man. Jaice’s back slams hard into the corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason dominating here in the early going.

BUBBA J: Both men had a good showing in the Kingdom of Death match, but it looks like Jaice may be feeling the effects a bit more than Jason Christopher.

Jason with an Irish whip sends Jaice running across the ring slamming chest first into the corner and spinning around from the impact. Jason comes charging in slamming his knee into Jaice’s chest sending him hard into the corner, back first. Jason with an European uppercut rocks Jaice, but Jason quickly grabs Jaice around the head, leaping out for the middle of the ring.

BUBBA J: Jason Christopher with a big bulldog there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s really got Jaice Wilds on the ropes.

BUBBA J: Except for the fact he’s on the canvas.

Jason pulls himself up, looking out to the crowd with an air of contempt on his face and he bends down to pull Jaice up to his feet.

Small package from Jaice!

One…

Two…

Jason rolls a shoulder up and is ticked off, although he tries to check himself.

BUBBA J: Close call there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice is resilient.

Jason pulls Jaice up, but Wilds with a shot to the midsection of Jason doubles him over. Jaice leaps up, coming down with a leg drop across the back of Jason’s head. Christopher shoves him away before the move can be completed. Jaice spins away landing on his feet charging back in at Jason. Jason ducks his head launching Jaice up and over the top rope. Wilds grabs the rope as he flies over, catching himself and landing on the ring apron. Jason spins around, Wilds boots him in the midsection before launching himself onto the top rope. Jaice flips over, coming down with a sunset flip but Christopher blocks it as he grabs onto the top rope. Jason balls up his fist, dropping it down into Jaice’s face as he falls down in a seated position.

One…
Two…

Jaice is able to roll a shoulder up to prevent the pin.

BUBBA J: Jason determined to win this match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jaice determined to prevent that.

Jason is up on his feet, just as Jaice rolls over to his. Jason charges at Jaice, Wilds with a leap frog and a kick to the back of Jason’s skull sends him into the ropes. Jaice grabs the wrist, Irish whip sends Jason across the ring. Jason rebounds, Jaice rolling forward springing up with a clothesline sending Jason over the top and to the outside. Jaice backs up, hitting the opposite ropes, launching himself over the top as Jason gets to his feet outside the ring. Jaice flies over. Jason catches him in mid-air, sending him on over with a belly to belly suplex!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice’s knee slammed heavily into the guardrailing!

BUBBA J: If he’s as tough as he claims, he’ll just have to fight through the pain, you and I’ve done it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True enough.

Jason rolls back up to his feet, looking down at Jaice Wilds with a smile of victory written on his face as he stomps down on the left knee and knee cap of Jaice. Jason locks in a single leg Boston Crab on the outside of the ring causing Jaice to pound the concrete as he looks for some way to break the hold. Jaice rolls over to the left, to the right, back and forth, eventually breaking the hold.

BUBBA J: Got to give it to him there, he finally broke the hold after a couple of minutes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But at what cost? His knee has got to be trash.

Jason turns around, just as Jaice manages to pull himself up. Jason charges in with a clothesline, Jaice ducks under wrapping his arms around Jason’s left arm and his feet around his right arm. Jaice uses his weight to fall backwards, but Jason spins around at the last minute slamming Jaice’s left knee into the steel ringpost, causing Jaice to drop the hold and grab at his knee. Jason rolls Jaice into the ring, crotching him on the ringpost as he pulls his legs back out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jason looking for a ringpost figure four!

BUBBA J: Wooo baby!

Jason locks on the ringpost figure four and Jaicetires his best to find a way out of the hold, but with no disqualifications and no countouts in Rebel Pro, it is impossible.

BUBBA J: Just give up Jaice, live to fight another day man, it ain’t worth your career.

MIKEY MASSACRE: True, there is no way of an escape from this move, especially in Rebel Pro.

Jaice looks one more time, one last ditch effort…

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match as a result of a submission… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

“Judith” hits back up in the speakers as Jason holds the move on for a few more seconds before finally breaking the move, much to the booing of the fans(they just don’t like Jason Christopher for some reason).

BUBBA J: Jason got the win tonight by showing a bit more disregard for traditional wrestling.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What do you mean?

BUBBA J: That move isn’t legal in any other fed, so by him using it he is going against his preaching so to speak.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I was under the impression he meant chairs, tables, and such.

Jason begins the walk back to the locker room.

BUBBA J: Give it time Mikey, all in good time.

~Megavision(live backstage)~
Suddenly out of no where as Emily Corlen walks down the hall and turns a corner, a giant pile of stacked boxes are pushed right on top of her. Simon Kalis appears out of nowhere and immediately kicks her in the fed as he rips open the boxes and begins pouring melted frozen foods with the Jenny Craig logos on them. He rips open some melted lasagna’s and beef stroganoffs and pours them onto Corlen.

SIMON KALIS: You want a shot at me? What’re you waiting for the pre match buffet?

Kalis rips open a second box and pulls out piles and piles of loose diet pills, letting them slip all over her.

Corlen tries to get to her feet but Simon bashes the Aggression title over the back of her head.

SIMON KALIS: See you soon baby doll.

Kalis straps the Aggression title back around his waist and taps his chest where he’s wearing a “Nuke The Whales!” t-shirt.

BUBBA J: Everyone may think that she’s fat, but I say she’s just got nice curves.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ll go after anything in a skirt.

BUBBA J: Not true, I will not chase a man in a skirt. But look at that punk Simon thinks he can just run all over anyone he wants to.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So is there anything going on between you and Emily?

BUBBA J: I wouldn’t mind letting her ride the motor boat. Wouldn’t mind hitting her ice bergs and going down on her like the Titanic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just stop, forget I asked.

The show returns as we see the newest member to the REBEL PRO locker room. A cast of boos echo the arena as we see ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case standing in the center of the REBEL PRO squared circle. His middle aged manager is in the background trying his hardest to keep focused on the task at hand, but his mind wonders as a heckling laugh comes out. Case’s manager has on a yellow flair-type robe with the letters LOL on the back as his long dark hair covers portions of his sick twisted eyes. On the other hand, you now have Justin wearing his custom made tailored suit, with all the trimmings. But something is missing, his REBEL PRO World Championship title belt. His calming influence quiets the boo riddened air. Justin’s music fades off as the spotlights are all on ” The Millennium Game “, after a brief pause, the smirky cocky smile shows as he raises the mic in his hand to his lips.

JC: Thank you for that warm welcome. Its like I havent even left. You all remember me, Im flattered to say the most. But that is where it ends because you all couldnt see real talent if it hit you in the ass. You see, I remember how you all treated me back then, and now? Lets just say some things never change.

And on that note, as yours truly looks around this ring….I can almost smell it. You know, the last time I stepped foot inside a REBEL PRO ring. The smell of blood soaked canvus. All those nights busting my balls to get all my talented accolades and achievements only to find that all I ever had was….myself.

Case looks to his manager as they meet eye to eye

JC: But through it all I had some help. Thats right, my manager Hugh Aredone and myself, together we concurred this world before and we have come back to concur this REBEL PRO World yet again.

But as I walked down that locker room hallway backstage, as many a name I once knew stood before me, There is now only one name that causes a ster within me. This person has what I want. This person has what is my future, this person has what I am destined to retain. This person is….Lisa Seldon!*CHEERS* BUT I WANT MY BELT BACK BITCH!!

Boos egnite

JC: And well she may think she is safe. Yours truly will show the REBEL PRO universe why pro wrestling is a real man’s game. Women dont belong in wrestling. So for her it is now game over!! When I am done with her, I will not only become World Champion for the third time, but yours truly will have then shown the world that a pussycat drama queen crazy girl can not keep up with the talented talent of me. I am who the hell I say I am. Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this f*cking show!!

With that the boos egnite as Justin Case’s music hits up with he and Hugh Aredone making their way out of the ring and up the aisle into the backstage area.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here… we… go…

Top of Form 1
JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

“Lipless” by Fear of City starts up over the P.A. system as “Hostile” Peter Larsen slowly walks out from behind the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Jersey City, New Jersey and fighting out of Edmonton Alberta, Canada, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty pounds, he is The Jersey City Demon, Hostile!

Hostile methodically makes his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring, his eyes looked onto the curtain as he awaits his opponent.

Kid Rock’s “Cocky” hits the speakers as the spotlight shines on the curtain. After a few moments it seems that Chad Kurtis just isn’t coming out.

“It ain’t cocky motherfucker if you back it up”… Still no.Chad in sight. Wait! Chad Kurtis is making his way to the rind from the stands! The crowd is on there feet as “The Show” makes a dramatic return to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Paducah, Kentucky Now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina, weighing in tonight at two-hundred thirty pounds, He is “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

The Show hops over the railing, rolls into the ring and kips up to a pop from the crowd. Chad and Hostile lock eyes as Allen Stone calls for the bell.

DING DING

BUBBA J: We fixing to see if Chad is going to fake another injury or take it to Hostile, but my money is on Hostile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You just don’t like Chad do you?

BUBBA J: Nope.

The Show and Hostile circle each other in the centre of the ring before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. The Show with a quick arm drag takes Hostile by surprise. Chad keeps hold of the arm and applies an arm bar. Hostile rolls through and kips up to his feet, putting Chad in a hammerlock in the process. Kurtis ducks under and behind Hostile to reverse the hold. Hostile answers with an elbow to the side of Kurtis’ head. Chad responds with a hammerlock back suplex that leaves Hostile clutching his right shoulder in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a hammerlock suplex from Chad.

BUBBA J: Will take more than that to put Hostile away.

Chad hits the ropes and plants a low dropkick to the back of Hostile’s head. Kurtis with a quick cover.

One… Kick out by The Jersey City Demon.

BUBBA J: See, not even close.

The Show brings Hostile to his feet only to send him back to the mat with a snap suplex and follows up with a short arm scissors. Stone asks if Hostile wants to give up. Hostile responds with a laugh. Chad releases the hold realizing it’s not having the effect he had hoped for. Chad again brings Larsen to his feet and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Hostile bounces back and into a huge back body drop from Kurtis who follows up with an elbow drop across the chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad dominating your Victory Wrestling Tag Team partner.

BUBBA J: But not for long.

Chad heads to the corner and starts climbing to the top… Moonsault! No! Hostile rolls out of the way and Chad hits nothing but canvas. Both men down but Hostile is the first to start moving. Both men make it to their feet at the same time. Hostile with a clothesline attempt that Chad ducks under before striking Hostile hard with a knife edge chop to the chest. Hostile responds with one of his own. Chad returns in kind which elects the fans to start their mandatory “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’S” as the two warriors trade chops until both of their chests are blood red. Hostile ducks under a right from Chad and lands a boot to the gut followed by a DDT. A quick cover gets a one count as Kurtis kicks out with authority. Hostile mounts Kurtis and starts reigning down rights and lefts as Chad desperately tries to cover up. Hostile hits Chad with a couple of stiff headbutts before going for a armbar. Chad using his Jujutsu training effectively to stop Hostile from cinching in the hold and somehow manages to lock in a modified triangle choke to the The Jersey City Demon. Stone gets into position to see if Hostile taps. Hostile refuses to give up but is fading fast as the hold is cutting of circulation to the brain. Hostile stops struggling and Allen lifts his arm and lets it drop.

One!

Allen lifts Hostile’s arm a second time and lets it drop.

Two!

BUBBA J: He’s playing, that is one tough sumbitch in that ring and I don’t mean the panty wearing Chad Kurtis.

Stone lifts the arm a third time but doesn’t get the chance to drop it as Hostile pulls it away from the official and starts trying to get back to a vertical base. Chad realizing he might be in trouble and releases the hold and goes for a standing hurrincanrana. No! Hostile counters with a powerbomb! Hostile follows up with a few quick elbow drops and a hard kick to the ribs that flips Kurtis onto his stomach. Chad slowly starts getting to his feet as Hostile comes in with a hard punt to the skull. A cover by Hostile and Stone get into position.

One…

Two…

Thr… No! Chad rolls his shoulder up!

BUBBA J: Come on Stone, that was a freaking three you blind bastard!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I admit it was close, but It hink Stone made the right call there.

Hostile slaps the mat in frustration before heading outside of the ring and digging under the ring. The Jersey City Demon brings out his trusty barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick and rolls back into the ring with a sadistic grin on his face.

BUBBA J: There we go, tear his flesh, grind him up like a pound of hamburger meat!

Chad is nearly back on his feet as Hostile lines up a shot with his favourite weapon. Chad ducks out of the way just in time and traps Hostile up with a drop toe hold causing Hostile to land face first on his own weapon. Chad grabs the Kendo stick and drives it down across the back of Hostile who is now bleeding from his face and back. Chad brings the weapon down again and again before bring Hostile to his feet and executing a side Russian leg sweep using the barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick. Kurtis with a cover.

One…

Two…

Kick out by Larsen!

BUBBA J: I cry foul, that sumbtich is cheating!

MIKEY MASSACRE: There are no rules.

BUBBA J: Chad always finds a way to get over, whether it is sympathy for his fake heart condition, or the fact he’s lying about not having STDs.

Chad hoists Larsen up and whips him into the corner, reversed by Hostile who charges in right behind Chad… Whisper in the Wind by The Show and both men are down. Chad the first one to his feet goes to grab Hostile… Small Package by Hostile out of nowhere!

One…

Two…

And that’s all he gets as Kurtis kicks out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad barely able to kick out of that surprise pin.

BUBBA J: Probably spit in Hostile’s eyes the cehating bastard.

Both men back on their feet as Hostile connects with a wild right hand to the jaw. Kurtis answers back with one of his own. Another right by Hostile followed by one from Kurtis. Hostile. Kurtis. Hostile, Kurtis, Hostile, Hostile, Hostile, and Kurtis is knocked into the turnbuckle. Peter lifts him up and levels him out. TOP ROPE DDT! A cover.

One…

Two…

Three!

No! Stone waves it off as a two count! Chad got his foot on the rope.

BUBBA J: Now, that was three before the foot got on the ropes!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I can’t say I disagree but I was honestly watching for the shoulder.

Hostile lifts Chad up and gets behind him with a rear waist lock and executes a German Suplex to the outside. Hostile climbs the rope… NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT TO THE OUTSIDE! Both men laying motionless outside the ring for what feels like an eternity. Hostile starts making his way to his feet and Chad is still out cold. Peter picks up the unconscious body of The Show and rolls him into the ring. Hostile now in Tue ring and dragging Kurtis’ body to the center of the ring. Cover.

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! NO!?! Allen Stone waves it off as Chad managed to kick out at the very last moment.

BUBBA J: Come on Stone, can you count fairly you bias sumbitch?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The hand is getting closer and closer.

Hostile is enraged as he argues with the official with no success. Hostile walks over to the Kendo stick and smiles an evil smile as he picks it up and starts unwrapping the barbed wire and wrapping it around his arms. Chad is trying to get back to his feet as Hostile goes for the Demons Dream. Chad rolls through it and counters with a reverse SRI and a weak cover.

One…

Two…

Thre… Kick out!

BUBBA J: Now he’s counting way to fast, I’ve never liked Stone.

The race begins as both men try to regain their vertical base. Chad gets to his feet about a half second before Hostile. Chad with a boot to the mid-section. He sets up for the CK Finale… reversed as Hostile again goes tor the Demon’s Dream. Hostile can’t get it locked in as Chad rolls out of the hold. Both men to their feet. Chad with the STARMAKER! Cover!

One…

Two…

BUBBA J: I saw him spit in Hostile’s eyes!

Three…

BUBBA J: Damn fast count… I’ve had enough!

Bubba J throws down his headset as “Cocky” hits back up in the speakers.
DIN GDING DING

JENNY JERSEY: and here is your winner, The Show Chad Kurtis!

Bubba J rolls under the bottom rope, holding a steel chair in his hand.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I had a feeling this was coming. Bubba J’s gonna lose his job again.

Chad turns around as Hostile gets up to his knees.

*WHAM!* Chad goes down, Bubba J pulling Hostile back up. Bubba J whips Chad into the corner, Hostile follows in slamming his knee into Chad’s heart, Bubba J following hitting Chad in the chest with the steel chair. The crowd boos heavily as Hostile lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle and Bubba J lays the chair down.

“Carbomb” hits up as Vincent Black runs in from the back, causing the building to fill up with boos.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on now, this is overkill!

Top Rope DDT onto the chair!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Vincent lifts Chad up… NEW HOPE! Onto the chair. Bubba J and Hostile are laughing as they begin to stomp a mudhole into Chad’s carcass, “The Show” trying to fight back but its hopeless…

The crowd roars their cheers to the heavens as from the back, holding steel chairs, lead pipes, and barbed wire strands is Lyndsey Valentine, Jonothan Kurtis, and the big Bluegrass Bad Ass himself… Matthew Kurtis!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Reinforcements have arrived!

Bubba J, Vincent Black, and Hostile slide out of the ring. Bubba J, panting heavily from the beat down given to Chad lifts a microphone to his lips.

BUBBA J: I’d like to… introduce the new… Extreme Elite!

He points to Vincent, Hostile, and himself.

BUBBA J: Raising hell, kicking ass, and making bitches cry for their mommies… feel honored, you are the first to feel the destruction and carnaged that can be caused by the Extreme Elite.

All men walk back through the crowd as the Kurtis brothers help Chad up to his fet, Chad glaring down at the new Extreme Elite.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here… we… go…

We fade back into the ring, there is a table set up with a chair on each end. Obviously, this is the contract signing people have been eager to see all night, ever since Larry released it was happening tonight on Aggression to the public. Larry is in the middle of the ring, looking classy as ever. He speaks to his tri-state empire.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the moment you’ve been waiting for tonight. Earlier this week, I made it public that I was working on special match for Night Three of Honor Bound, and believe you me I have delivered! I have this contract here.

Gordon holds up the contract, which is concealed in a brown envelope.

LARRY GORDON: Besides all the logistics of contract obligations, financial compensation and the like, it states that these two competitors will fight on Rebel Pro’s Night Three of Honor Bound. It also states, courtesy of one of the competitors, that their fight be determined in a LADDER MATCH!

The crowd gives a good pop for Larry, but they can’t take the anticipation anymore.

BUBBA J: I can’t take it much more either, Mikey. Who do you think these guys are?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I haven’t got a clue. I heard a rumor they weren’t REBEL Pro talent, but that’s all I got.

BUBBA J: That could mean a lot of people.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, no kidding!

LARRY GORDON: But I almost forgot… did I mention that the PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE ON THE LINE?!

The crowd goes nuts!

BUBBA J: But Matthew Engel is the PWA World Champion?!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess he–

Mikey gets cut off by the sound of “Sympathy for the Devil” performed by Guns N’ Roses. The crowd is on their feet already, giving the PWA World Champion a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers. Engel has on dark green dress pants, a black silk dress shirt and a black tie. With the World Title over his left shoulder, he walks down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and gets into the ring.

BUBBA J: Never thought I’d see that punk down here in Durham again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think he ever thought he’d find himself down here again either, Bubba.

Larry and Matt shake hands and Matt lays his World Title down on the table, taking a seat.

LARRY GORDON: And the man you’re all wondering who will he be facing…

BUBBA J: It’s gotta be Jethro Hayes. Engel has been begging for Jethro to take his World Title again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jethro certainly isn’t an exclusive PWA wrestler anymore, so you may be right. But wouldn’t he have told you?

BUBBA J: Maybe, but Jethro has gotten better at keeping things to himself.

Then, “Now or Never” by Dope hits the sound system and the arena erupts. Dustin Kelser, or better known to the world as Thunderwolf, comes out from back stage with Victory superstar Enika Engel, his wife, right by his side. Dustin is dressed in a black business suit, wearing a pair of Oakley’s. Enika is dressed in business casual as well, sporting a more feminine black pair of sunglasses. They begin to make their descent to the ring, Dope blasting all over the arena.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow. I have to admit, I didn’t see that one coming. Perhaps I should pay more attention to Rampage. This is huge!

BUBBA J: Dustin Kelser, back for one more match? I’ll believe it when he signs it, Mikey.

Dustin and Enika reach the ring. Enika climbs up the stairs and Dustin hops up to the apron. Dustin pulls the top and middle ropes apart, giving Enika plenty of room to crawl through. Dustin climbs through right behind her. Enika stays back, waving to some of her fans, as Wolf keeps his eye on the man seated at the table. The Virus. Thunderwolf. You can cut the tension with a butter knife.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Unbelievable, Bubba. Two PWA Hall of Famers have chosen REBEL Pro as the stomping ground for their epic battle over the World Championship.

BUBBA J: I will admit this is a big step for RPW, but.. I just can’t trust it at the moment. Something is off.

Matt decides to get up as Wolf draws near the table. Wolf and Virus stand face to face for a moment, and Larry urges they take a seat at the table they have set up. Both men sit down as “Now or Never” dies out on the sound system.

LARRY GORDON: Now, when I saw the end of Matthew’s match last Sunday night, I just knew that if I didn’t act quickly, I would lose a potential juggernaut of a match. I contacted Matthew fairly easily, but it took a bit to track down Thunderwolf. Once I got ahold of both of them and let them know my proposal, they were on-board. As for the match stipulations… Matthew Engel suggested that it be a ladder match, and Thunderwolf would only do the match if the PWA World Title was on the line. Oddly enough, both of their requests would work in perfect harmony as one of the headlining matches on Night Three of Honor Bound.

Now all you need to do is sign, gentlemen.

The crowd, still on their feet, are eagerly awaiting to see if both men will agree to the match.

LARRY GORDON: Matthew, I will give you the honor of signing first because you are the champion.

Matt gives Wolf a smirk. He takes the contract from Larry and puts it in front of him. He glances over it, reading the main points. He grabs a black and gold RPW pen and signs the contract, sliding it over to Thunderwolf.

LARRY GORDON: Take your time, Mr. Kelser. Make sure everything is up to your standard, and sign it if you will.

Wolf grabs his pen – not even bothering to take the time to read it. He signs his name. The match is set as the crowd goes wild with cheers and flash photography.

BUBBA J: Well there you go, folks. Thunderwolf will be taking on Matthew Engel in a PWA World Title match on RPW’s night of Honor Bound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s great, Bubba. I can’t wait! It should be a great match!

Larry grabs the contract as Matt and Wolf get up from their seats. Virus walks over to Wolf, who isn’t even bothering to get ready should Virus attack him. Virus starts shooting off at the mouth, as Enika stands behind her husband with a concerned look.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh man Bubba they could go at it right here right now!

BUBBA J: I don’t know if Larry would like that. I think he wants all the action to happen at Honor Bound.

Virus is still shooting off at the mouth, but it’s not audible at this point. The crowd is going nuts, and all Thunderwolf can do is stand there and smile. He shrugs his shoulders, and gives Matt a half-assed salute as he turns around and walks toward the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thunderwolf. Virus. Night 3 of Honor Bound! PWA World Title on the line! This is going to be epic, Bubba!

BUBBA J: It better be.

Matt throws his hands up and turns around, cursing Wolf under his breath. Wolf and Enika climb out of the ropes as “Now or Never” hits the sound system again.

LARRY GORDON: Ladies and gentlemen, these two legendary fighters have agreed to the terms and will be fighting here in REBEL Pro on April 22nd! Get your popcorn ready!

Larry and Matt clear the ring as Wolf and Enika head backstage.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: All right, ladies and gentlemen, coming up next is the main event to decide who will represent REBEL Pro in the King of Extreme match!

BUBBA J: Yeah, and my boy Black has this one in the bag!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I wouldn’t count out the Falcon so easily, Bubba J. I mean, you don’t become a triple crown winner in REBEL Pro for being a pushover!

BUBBA J: Don’t forget that Black is a triple crown winner as well! I just want to see that chicken boy bleed.

“Carbomb” by the Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and out from the curtain walks Vincent Black to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not a lot of Vincent fans, but there are sure a lot of people who would love to see the Falcon get his ass kicked tonight!

BUBBA J: And you’re sittin’ next to one of ‘em! Go Vince!

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring! From Glens Falls, New York, currently fighting out of Raleigh, North Carolina! He is a triple crown winner, weighing in at three hundred thirty one pounds! VINCENT! BLACK!

The massive Black hits the ring and raises a confident arm high for the audience to see. He stands in his own corner, bouncing on the balls of his giant feet, getting warmed up, then his music dies down.

“But I’m still here standing… And I’m tired of backing down!”

12 Stones hits the speakers and out from the back walks out a very pumped Jacob Venar, to yet another mixed reaction from the crowd!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here comes our most recent triple crown winner!

BUBBA J: Lucky break. Kid sucks.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I dunno about that, Bubba J, the man did end the career of the legendary Chris Casino. I’ve fought this man first hand, and he is no pushover by any means. Didn’t you fight him, Bubba?

BUBBA J: Stop right there, Massacre. If I’d wanted to beat him, I could have.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That remains to be seen. At any rate, Venar hasn’t made a single appearance all week, and one has to wonder what’s going through his mind right now!

BUBBA J: I know what’ll be going through it in a couple of minutes; Vincent’s fist!

Venar walks intensely to the ring, rolling his shoulders all the way to stretch.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent! From British Columbia, Canada! He is a triple crown winner and he weighed in tonight at two hundred forty pounds! The FALCON! JACOB! VENAR!

Venar rolls into the ring, eyeing Black with pure malevolence in his red eyes. Black mocks him, smirking at his opponent with confident swagger. Venar hits the top rope and raises his arms high to the audience, jawing confidently, before he back flips acrobatically into the middle of the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black may be huge, but Venar has that acrobatic speedy edge that could spell the difference in this match!

BUBBA J: Yeah, a lot of speeding he’ll be doing with that heavy ass knee brace! Kid is damaged goods.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Be that as it may, we both have learned first hand that there aren’t a lot of things that Venar won’t fight through!

BUBBA J: Except a good Trailer Park Trash! Get ‘em Vince!

Venar checks his knee brace and nods at Alan Stone, who looks to Vincent Black who nods in turn. Stone calls for the bell, and this match is on! Black and Venar circle each other, Venar twitching with intensity, and Black calmly confident. Venar calls for a test of strength, and Black, with almost a hundred pounds over Venar, laughs as he confidently obliges. Collar and elbow tie up, Venar surprises Black with a strong push, knocking him back! Venar pumps the legs, but Black puts on the brakes, tossing Venar by the head and arm into the turnbuckle! Venar bounces hard off the corner and hits the mat, holding the small of his back, gritting his teeth.

BUBBA J: Too bad the chicken can’t fly!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good toss by Black, let’s see if Venar can bounce back!

BUBBA J: You mean as hard as he bounced off that corner! HAH!

Black grabs Venar by his long black hair and drags him to his feet. Venar slaps Black’s hands away and delivers three swift kicks to the legs and midsection before hitting the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD roundhouse kick to the head that staggers the big man! Venar, quick to keep the offense so as to not lose any momentum, hits the ropes and nails a RUNNING ENZUIGIRI that Black takes full in the face, but he still doesn’t go down! Venar grits his teeth with rage, determined to put the big man down. He gets a running start, and uses ALL of his body weight to whip the big man to the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a ROCKER DROPPER–NO Black LAWN DARTS Venar to the edge of the ring and he rolls outside! Venar glares up at Black, who grins triumphantly as he pops a kink in his neck. Venar shakes his head, growling obscenities as Black chuckles quietly to himself, inviting Venar back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Good offense by Venar, but it’s gonna take more to put Black down!

BUBBA J: GOD DAMN RIGHT! GIT ER DONE!

Black starts to egg Venar on, but Venar fumes on the outside for a moment or two before he notices a table set up near the announcers. He folds up the table and rolls it into the ring. Black raises an eyebrow as though intrigued, and just kicks the table to his side. Venar’s not finished, however, and he tosses a black duffle bag into the ring as well, followed closely by a steel chair and a sledge hammer. Black smiles widely as Venar rolls back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like Venar’s bringing some friends to the fight…

Venar stands and Black gives him the “bring it on” gesture. Venar smirks through the rage. The two men charge and collide HARD in a collar and elbow tie up that gets the fans pumped up! Black shifts his weight to toss Venar aside again, but Venar slides between Black’s legs, rebounds off the ropes and lands on Black’s shoulders, feeding him BRUTAL right hands to the head! Black fights to get the determined Venar off of his shoulders, but Venar rolls back, using Black’s defensive position to knock him off balance and hit a KILLER reverse hurricanrana that sends Black backflipping into the corner! Venar picks up the steel chair and moves toward Black with vicious intentions. He raises the chair high, and gets a giant boot to his gut for the trouble. Venar drops the steel chair and doubles over. Vincent boots Venar in the head, and he stumbles back. Vincent reaches for the steel chair and raises it as he makes to stand up–OMFG VENAR out of nowhere with a DROP KICK that knocks the chair into the face of Vincent! Vincent holds the bridge of his nose as Venar kips to his feet with a roar.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar getting fired up here! What a move by the Falcon!

BUBBA J: Chicken boy needs to take a valium. Vincent’s gonna kill that dickless hen.

Venar walks to the opposite corner and sets up the fallen table. He turns–BLACK with a shot to the skull of Venar with the chair dazes him! Black tosses the chair and SMASHES Venar’s head against the table! Venar is dazed, but he appears to be smiling as Black sets him up for a VICIOUS powerbomb that splinters the table and leaves Venar lying in ruin, grinning through gritted teeth! Black goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

And a KICK OUT by the Falcon keeps this match alive! Black leaves Venar to recover in the pile of busted table and unzips the duffle bag to see what goodies have been brought out to play! Black searches through the container of infinite wonder and mystery while Venar slowly finds his feet behind him. Black smiles as his finds himself a stun gun, but here comes Venar! The Falcon boots the stun gun out of the ring, where it lands in Bubba J’s lap and zaps him!

BUBBA J: AGGHHH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba, are you– (laughs)

BUBBA J: (BLEEP) you, Massacre! (BLEEP) YOU!

Venar with a shot to Black’s jaw turns his head, and when Black looks back at Venar he’s hit with a VICIOUS Falcon Punch that sends saliva flying from his mouth! Venar hits the ropes with a SPRINGBOARD crossbody that sucks the air out of Black and Venar hooks him for the BERMUDA TRIANGLE! Vincent fights, but it’s almost locked in! Black reaches around for a toy nearby to help him, and he finds the black bag! His rand reaches in and then back out with the first thing he could find; a STAPLEGUN!

KA-CHUNK!

Venar rolls back, pulling the staple out of the middle of his forehead. Blood trickles down his face as Venar glares at the staple. Black stands, holding the staple gun in his hand, stalking over to Venar with evil in his eyes. Venar stands to meet him, and Black lunges with the gun, but Venar neatly evades and kicks him in the back of the leg. Black reacts with a back fist – staple gun included – to the side of Venar’s head. Venar hits the ground hard, holding his head, a crippling smile plastered to his face, as Black follows and KA-CHUNKs three staples along his spine! Venar arches his back in pain, the totally uncharacteristic smile shines brightly through his gritted teeth. Why stop there? Black unloads the staple gun into Venar’s back, causing him to convulse with every strike!

KA-CHUNK!

KA-CHUNK!

KACHUNKKACHUNKKACHUNK!

And so on.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black is turning Venar into a pin cushion!

BUBBA J: Mikey, my balls are numb. I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS!

Massacre laughs out loud as Venar grins in agony as Black finally tosses away the staple gun. Black digs through the black bag for more goodies as Venar crawls to the ropes, arching his back. Venar drags himself to his feet and scratches his back with the turnbuckle, TEARING the staples out of his back almost all at once! The fans in the front row cringe with disgust as the gore leaks all over the turnbuckle, bloody staples bounce to the mat as Venar chuckles wildly! Black reaches into the bag and pulls out a small silk bag, no doubt full of something metal and sharp, and tosses it aside for later. He reaches in again, but hesitates. Obviously he sees something not even he wants to touch! Black reaches in and pulls out a book?

Oh, God.

CHYNA – “IF THEY ONLY KNEW”.

IN HARD COVER.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, God, no!

BUBBA J: Jesus, Vincent, you want to hurt him! Not kill him! I CAN’T FEEL MY BALLS!

Venar stands up and walks toward Black, but he sees the book.

BUBBA J: Is that FEAR in Venar’s eyes?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Can you blame him?

Black lunges with the book, Venar ducks under and hits the ropes! Rebound LARIAT to the big man causes him to drop the book! Venar kicks it aside quickly and nails Black in the chin with an ENZUIGIRI, but Vincent catches the leg! HIGH ANGLE SPINEBUSTER puts Venar down in the splintered table! Venar grins with pain as Vincent stands over him shaking his head in disbelief. Venar smiles as he beckons Vincent to bring it on with both hands. The crowd is really getting pumped up! Black grabs Venar by the throat and yanks him to his feet before hanging him in the air by his throat! Venar kicks and flails, gripping Vincent’s hands to relieve the pressure from his neck.

VINCENT BLACK: I DON’T SEE YOU LAUGHING NOW, KID!

JACOB VENAR: (coughs) GIVE IT A SECOND, BITCH.

Venar kicks Black square in the junk and raises his knee into Black’s face as he doubles over! Black drops Venar, blood POURING from his obviously broken nose, and Venar rolls to the outside! While Black holds his junk and his nose, Venar sets up a table outside next to the turnbuckle and climbs the turnbuckle just as Black stands up! VENAR SOARS! WHISPER IN THE WIND and Black is down again! Venar grabs the silk bag and empties its contents all over the table he set up on the outside! Black finds his feet again, and this time he catches Venar off guard! Black lifts Venar high in a military press, and tosses him to the table– NO, Venar wriggles free and lands behind Black! Venar hooks Black, BLACK REVERSES!

THE NEW HOPE! SIT OUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

NO WAY! VENAR KICKS OUT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: NO WAY! WHAT WILL IT TAKE!

BUBBA J: MY BALLS! DAMN IT!

Black pounds the mat in frustration, arguing with the referee over whether it was two or three, finding the usual result as everyone else, so we have to wonder why they even bother? Black turns to go back to work on Venar, who’s on his knee. Black hooks him, VENAR WITH CHYNA’S BOOK! BLACK IS OUT COLD!

MIKEY MASSACRE: STOP THE MATCH, VINCENT MIGHT BE DEAD!

BUBBA J: NO! NOT CHYNA!

Venar drops the book and wipes his hands together, ridding himself of the filth, looking disgusted with himself. Venar climbs the top rope slowly, looking to end it! Venar off the top!

SPREAD!

MY!

WINGS!

CONNECTS!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

NOOOO! BLACK KICKS OUT!

Both men lie prone on the mat. Black is up first, after a LONG time, and he drags Venar to his feet and shoves him against the turnbuckle. Venar ducks a stiff right hand and chops Vincent’s back. Venar climbs over Vincent to the turnbuckle and starts to haul him up. Venar keeps eyeing the table below him, covered in thumbtacks, knowing it’s the only way Black will go to sleep! Venar sets him up, but Black fights! Black tries to reverse and toss Venar off, but Venar doesn’t budge either! Black and Venar trade shots on the top rope!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

BLACK!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

VENAR!

The Falcon heaves ONE MORE TIME…

BUT VINCENT SHOVES HIM OFF FACE FIRST!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, shit, we need EMTs out here NOW!

BUBBA J: HOLY (BLEEP) that’s disgusting!

What happened.

What happened?

Venar’s right leg got caught on the top rope. And his braced knee is bent HORRIBLY the wrong way!

Breaking character, Black hops to the outside and lifts the bloodied, beaten and HORRIBLY broken Venar down from the turnbuckle, waving to the entrance ramp and yelling for EMTs to get down to the ring. Venar holds his knee, writhing in pain as the crowd hushes. EMTs hit the aisle at top speed carrying a stretcher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesus… what a match that was, and then… this. You hate to see this happen, that is a career-threatening injury!

BUBBA J: Threatening? Try ENDING! Shit. That’s (BLEEP)ed up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar is so well known as a man who enjoys pain, a man who will stand up and fight through ANYTHING… this is serious.

The EMTs work on Venar, who convulses with pain, and not even HE is smiling now! A separate EMT checks on Black’s nose., The EMT hesitates, but obliges. The EMTs give it the old “ONE, TWO, THREE” and SNAP Venar’s knee back into place, and Venar SCREAMS in pain! Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell to stop the fight, and Jenny Jersey gets in the ring, surrounded by the debris of the absolutely hellacious match.

JENNY JERSEY: Unfortunately, due to serious injury, referee Alan Stone has called a stop to this contest, declaring the winner, by forfeit… Vincent Black.

The EMTs carry Venar to the back, truly a rare sight, as Stone raises Vincent Black’s arm in victory.

Is this the end of the Falcon?

BUBBA J: My balls Mikey, my fucking balls are on fucking fire!

Lights down.

The scene fades from the Durham 8 TV News commercial into a scene out of some action packed sports event. The cage is massive in size, destructive in its weaponry, and ready to possibly end a career or two here tonight. The cage stands over fifty feet tall and has over three miles of barbed wire woven through the chain link type fence that is the foundation of this behemoth.

JENNY JERSEY(voice over): Tonight we are promised a new World Champion…

The camera moves in from the top of the bleachers here at Durham County Stadium, in Durham North Carolina.

JENNY JERSEY: All Rebel Pro competitors in the event, but only two will be walking out a Rebel Pro Champion.

The scene cuts to the middle cage where the Aggression Championship is wrapped in sort of a barbed wire cage of its own, making sure that if anyone wants the championship; they are going to have to earn it.

JENNY JERSEY: Will the malicious magician come out to defend her Aggression title?

The camera shoots to the top cage, showing the World Title in a glass case, but nothing in the cage to break the glass with.

JENNY JERSEY: Or will she walk out with more?

Simon Kalis’ face fades in, briefly showing him making the title gesture from the most recent episode of Aggression.

JENNY JERSEY: The same question can be asked of Simon Kalis…

Chad Kurtis fades into view, being quickly followed by Jacob Venar…

JENNY JERSEY: Can the returning Chad Kurtis regain his past glory as World Champ? Can Jacob Venar become a two time Rebel Pro Champion?

Ominous music plays through the speakers, both on the field and piped into the recording as the filming takes place.

JENNY JERSEY: Only the end of the night will answer the question… But for now…

The music reaches a peak, turning into hard guitar riffs, bringing the adrenaline up to a fever pitch.

JENNY JERSEY: Lets! Get! Ready!

The scene cuts to the cage, not much change except for that the place is packed to the top of the bleachers, the field around the cage is packed, and about six ambulances are ready to take away the injured. Jenny stands center ring, microphone in hand.

JENNY JERSEY: Durham, North Carolina! Are?! You?! Ready?!

They sound like they are ready, they begin stomping and a chant breaks out on the field, slowly moving up to the bleacher seats.

“RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro! RebeLisa Pro!”

Jenny turns around, allowing the microphone to pick up the chanting from all of the various sides; smiling she brings the microphone back up to her lovely blood red lips…

JENNY JERSEY: Without further adue… introducing the Rebel Pro Announce team…

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as from the football team’s lockerroom comes cialis online both Mikey Massacre and Bubba J to the roar of the crowd. Taking their seats at a plain folding table, they put on their headsets as the song fades into…

“I Hear the Voices” by Uriah Heap hits up the speakers set around the stadium and the crowd pop huge ffor the man walking down to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Miller’s Trailer Park, right here in Durham; he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… BOBBY LEE!

Bobby looks up at the gigantic structure and gulps visibly before stepping in.

BUBBA J: Bobby Lee doesn’t look like he wants into this match very much.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like a possible career ender in there, will there be enough of anyone left for next week’s Aggression?

BUBBA J: Doubt it Mikey, we might have to strap the boots on for the show.

“Anthem for the Underdog” by 12 Stones hits up and the crowd, even as large as they are, give a very mixed reaction; Jacob has quite a few supporters.

JENNY JERSEY: From British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds… “THE FALCON” JACOB VENAR!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If Jacob wants to regain the belt, he’s got to fight the longest match of his career as somehow he got unlucky number two.

BUBBA J: Luck of the draw, except for Simon, the egotistical maniacal assholeing sumbitch that he is.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You don’t like Simon much, do you?

BUBBA J: If he burnt you, drug you behind a vehicle, and then beat you down some more… would you?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d probably hold a grudge, so I’m guessing you two don’t exchange Christmas cards?

Jacob looks up buy generic cialis at the cage with a smile on his face before stepping in and allowing Alan Stone to lock the door behind him. Jacob stares up into the ring at Bobby Lee, who is still looking around at the weapons hanging from the cage walls and knowing the destruction they are going to cause.

DING DING

Jacob from behind with a steel chair sends Lee’s face smashing into the turnbuckle, but Venar is quick to pull Lee up and smash him in the face with a forearm shot rocking his head back on his neck. Irish whip sends Lee across the ring, but he ducks under the clothesline attempt sending a kick back into Jacob’s lower back causing him to stumble forward into the ropes. Jacob spins around charging at Lee who leap frogs over the charging Venar. Lee comes down sweeping Venar’s legs out from under him, but Jacob jumps up, coming down with an elbow onto Lee’s head for a counter attack. Venar pulls him up, whipping him into the ropes and sending him sliding to crotch hiimself on the corner post with a hurricanrana. Jacob is up again, heading up top for a big move.

BUBBA J: Jacob taking no prisoner here in the early going, putting it all out on the table.

MIKEY MASSACRE: If he can wear Lee down, it’ll allow him to rest for the rest of the match and who really counts, in his opinion.

BUBBA J: Dr. Massacre, the psychiatrist.

Venar leaps out…

SPREAD! MY! WINGS!

Connects solidly with Lee, but there is no reason for a pin, instead Jacob takes the time to sit up on the top turnbuckle and rest for the next person to come into the Kingdom of Death match. He doesn’t have to wait long as…

“Higher” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a big pop from the crowd is the little hardcore Mexican himself, El Gato! The high flying Mexican superstar runs down to the ring with a barbed wire wrapped sombrero on his head as Alan Stone begins to unlock the door.

JENNY JERSEY: From Mexico City, Mexico; he stands at five feet five inches and weighs in at one hundred fifty-five pounds… EL GATO!

Gato steps into the ring, but Venar is waiting and slams his shoulder into him from the top turnbuckle, cutting himself on the sombrero and its barbed wires. Jacob picks up the hat, grinding it into Gato’s face, but he receives a kick into his balls for his efforts, falling back into the ring steps. Gato up quickly, leaping to the apron, rolling down Venar with a swift kick to his chin for really good measure. Venar rolls off the steps and is face first on the ground, trying to pull himself up, a small trickle of blood coming from his temple where the wire cut him just a moment ago. Gato is up and ripping a cattle prod from the wall and brandishing it like a fencing sword, pointing it right at Jacob’s ass, reading himself to use it. Jacob is on his hands and knees, El Gato pointing the prod and touching it to Jacob’s ass…

BUBBA J: Bobby Lee coming flying over the top, sending El Gato into the cage with a plancha thingy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I had forgotten about Bobby Lee for the moment, evidently, Gato and Venar had as well!

The crowd roars as Lee lifts Gato up vertically, but Gato twists around, coming down with an inverted DDT move; however he slams his knees into Lee’s back lifting hiim up as he falls backwards. Lee’s midsection lands on a clump of dirt.

KABOOM!

Dirt and blood fly up into the air as the first of the C4 explosives have been found here in the match. Bobby Lee is screaming in pain and holding at his blody front.

BUBBA J: The baby is screaming like his guts are falling out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It feels like they are.

BUBBA J: It isn’t enough to do much harm.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But it can feel like that.

Gato comes flying with a kick to Bobby’s face just as Venar comes with a kick from behind; effectively sandwiching his head between the two boots.

“Judith” by Perfect Circle hits up into the speakers elliciting a stadium full of boos as Jason Christopher comes from the back, acting all holier than thou on his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Mobile, Alabama; he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason eyes the cage with disgust, hating the hardcore violence it is encouraging before stepping into the match. Jason with a quick roundhouse takes El Gato out of the equation for the time being. Jacob looks up right into a forearm from the Alabamian that rocks his head on his neck. Jason with a whip sends Jacob into the cage, the barbs tearing at his flesh as he rebounds with murder in his eyes. Jason ducks under hooking the leg and sending Venar down with a Northern Lights suplex onto the ground.

KABOOM!

Another C4 explosive charge sends both Venar and Christopher rolling from the impact, both bleeding from the slight explosion.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Any idea how many of those there might be?

BUBBA J: Not sure, but they’ll probably be like Easter eggs, they’ll find some in the fall during a football game.

Jason picks himself, stumbling over to Venar, slamming his foot down on the back of his head. Jacob slams a chop into Jason’s inner thigh sending him down to one knee on the ground. Jacob rolls over sending both feet into Jason’s face causing him to fall flat on his back. El Gato digs under the ring, pulling out a ladder just as Bobby Lee whimpering pulls out a wooden table. Gato and Lee look at each other, and come together. Lee spits in Gato’s face, nailing him right in the nuts with a vicious field goal kick.

BUBBA J: And its…. good!

Gato doubles over in pain, Lee lifting and slamming him front first onto the ladder with a loud clanging sound. Lee climbs the side of the cage, falling down after he is about fifteen feet up with an elbow drop onto Gato driving his face into the ladder with an elbow drop. Lee rolling off gets up to his feet, getting nailed in the back with a missile dropkick from Venar and the top rope. Lee’s face slams hard into the cage wall, tearing the flesh with the sharp barbs as he slides down; creating rivers of blood to drip on the ground. Venar is up again, leaping to the apron and scampering up top to dive off on Jason Christopher with a flipping plancha. Jason swings upwards with a kick, catching Jacob just under the chin, The Falcon falling like a rock to the ground.

BUBBA J: What a kick!

“Pink Panther” theme picks up on the sound system as from the back to a mixed reaction, but more boos than cheers, is the Rob Robinson protege; Scottie “The Panther” Snow.

JENNY JERSEY: From Memphis, Tennessee; he stands at five feet ten inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… SCOTTIE “THE PANTHER” SNOW!

Scottie makes his way to the cage door and refuses to get into the environment, mentioning something about his contract. Referee Alan Stone seems to listen, until accidentally shoving Snow into the cage and locking the door. Scottie looks at Alan Stone with fury and confusion written on his face. Jason Christopher spins Snow around, nailing him in the chest with a chop. Love him or hate him, Christopher gets a “Wooooooo” from the capacity crowd. Christopher with a second chop, a third, and a fourth before whipping Snow towards the ring. Snow slams hard into the steel post before Christopher rolls him under the bottom rope. Christopher bends down, Snow with a foreign object in the shape of brass knuckles nails Christopher in the face busting his nose; possibly breaking it in the process. Christopher falls back, fury and pain in his eyes. Snow with a swift karate kick rocks Jason’s head to the side and Snow with a monkey flip has Christopher into the center of the ring. El Gato from the apron springs to the top rope and flipping over with a leg drop across Jason’s throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That guy is extremely agile.

BUBBA J: Most Mexican people are.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is a bit prejudice.

BUBBA J: Like they can understand me.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I want it to be known that I do not agree or condone what this man is saying.

Gato gets up, playing to the crowd as Snow yells at him from behind. Gato spins around…

SNOW PLOW!

Gato folds up like an accordion, Snow a bit surprised at his own initiative looks down. Bobby Lee sits up against the cage, not wanting to get back into this type of match and he doesn’t have to as long as he stays in the cage like a good boy. Venar gets up, rolling inside the ring behind Snow, who is still looking down shocked, but slowly growing confident in his abilities. Snow turns around looking for another adversary.

FALCON PUNCH!

Snow doesn’t stay confident long, instead its his turn to crumple to the canvas, out cold from the punch. Venar turns around, breathing heavily and already covered in blood, sweat, and dirt from the match. Venar looks for someone to do battle with…

“They Say I’m Cocky!”

Here’s the man for him and Venar smiles knowingly as from the back to the biggest ovation in Rebel Pro history is none other than “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Chad sprints down to the ring, darting inside the cage as soon as Alan Stone has it open; never breaking his stride. Chad looks up into the ring as Venar stands there, having cleared the ring, and awaits battle with “The Show” Chad steps through the ropes, collar and elbow with Jacob. Chad with a fast go behind into a hammerlock, but Jacob with a counter of a wristlock of his own. Chad rolls forward, flips back, but Jacob stops it all with a kick into Show’s midsection, trying to cause him to stumble at least once. Chad runs up the corner, flipping over and catching Venar in a headlock, bringing him down with a tornado DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Damn, what speed from Chad.

BUBBA J: He should have it, he’s been resting up for months, the damn faker.

Chad up and off the ropes with a baseball slide into Venar’s head that rolls him over onto his back. Chad off the top rope…

BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

Chad is up quickly and here comes Scottie with The Snow Plow! Chad with a leap frog over Snow and a duck under Jason’s clothesline attempt. Show springing from the middle rope catches Christopher in the face with an enzeguri sending him to one knee. Chad off the ropes Shining Wizard takes Jason down. However Snow is back on the hunt and ready to deliver a crushing blow to “The Show” in his return. Snow leaps forward with another Snow Plow attempt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Snow with a Snow Plow attempt!

BUBBA J: But Show showing how he was faking by leap frogging again.

Snow turns around, a third attempt.

BLUEGRASS BREEZE!

Snow is down, Chad rolling up. Jacob Venar with a spear sends Chad through the ropes! Jacob manages to catch the rope, preventing himself from going through to the outside. Jacob bounces off the opposite ropes, coming flying over the top with a suicide dive onto “The Show” sending him spinning away into the barbed wire cage siding!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It didn’t take Chad long and he’s already bleeding.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but he’ll probably take off six months now; you know how much of a pansy he is.

Chad pulls himself out of the wrie, firing off a series of rights and forearms to Jacob’s face backing him up against the ring apron. Chad leaps up to the apron, firing off a kick to the back of his skull. Jacob telegraphs, Dragon Screw Legwhip from the apron as Chad falls to the floor. Chad manages to get back up, kick to the face sends him back down. Chad rolls out of the way of an elbow drop, but Jacob kips back up to his feet, side kick to Chad, but Kurtis catches the foot pounding Jacob in the side of the skull with a forearm, Jacob with an enzeguri causes Chad to plant his face into the ground being churned up by the two combatents. Jacob leaps back up, pulling Chad up with him.

BUBBA J: Oh my gawd!

El Gato flying over the top rope with a steel ladder assisted suicide dive! The ladder slams into both Chad and Jacob sending them into the cage and bouncing back as El Gato spins the ladder around catching Jacob in the ribs and Chad in the face busting him open even more. Chad falls down, Jacob into the cage rebounding with flying fists. El Gato, ladder still in his grip, drops to one knee shoving the ladder into his midsection doubling him over. Scottie Snow leaps from the top rope with a steel chair bringing it down on Venar’s back sending his mouth onto Gato’s knee and Venar is out cold here, but strangely smiling.

“Animals” by Nickelback pumps into the speakers and from the back is the Brazilian Sensation himself, Jaice Wilds!

JENNY JERSEY: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil; he stands at five feet six inches while weighing in at one hundred and eighty-four pounds… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice comes into the cage, looking for someone to attack or somewhere to leap from; he doesn’t care which and not necessarily in that order either. Jace spots Bobby Lee nursing his wounds and yes, actually licking them; perhaps for nourishment. Jace kicks him right in the face catching Lee off guard and mid lick, but this is a match and anything goes; no one is safe. Jaice grinds Bobby’s face into the wire, ripping the flesh from his bones, or nearly so anyways. Wilds is a man on a mission, slamming Bobby’s face into the ring post before leaping up to kick him right in the chest, sending him back first into the cage. Jaice picks up the ring steps, swinging them around catching Bobby right in the side of the head and it looks like Bobby is crying, either that or he’s got something caught in his eye.

BUBBA J: There’s no crying in wrestling!

Jaice holds the steps up over his head, but Jason Christopher rips them from his grasp, shaking his head “no.” Jaice turns around, boot to the midsection from Christopher and he tosses the steps away, accidentally causing them to land on Scottie Snow in the process of getting back up to his feet. Jason lifts Wilds up, tossing him into the ring and following in quickly after him. Jason lifts Wilds up, forearm to the throat and a knee into the midsection. Jason with a second knee lift to the mids4ection and a vertical suplex puts Wilds on the canvas. Jason off the ropes, leg drop for good measure; but he’s not finished as he pulls Jaice up to his feet. European uppercut rocks Jaice big time and a shoulderblock puts Wilds in the midsection. Jason with a running shoulderblock to Jaice in the corner.

WHISPER IN THE WIND!

Jaice counters and Jason is on the canvas; Jaice wasting no time in climbing up top for a high risk move. Jaice leaps out, front flipping knee across Jason’s throat puts Jaice back on top of this particular action in the match. Gato drags Jacob’s face across the wire, doing his best to remove the flesh from his former World Champion bones. Jacob with an elbow halts El Gato and gets him the advantage back momentarily. Jacob with a second elbow, sending the point of his elbow right into Gato’s little Mexican temple drops him to the ground on his knees. Jacob up to the apron, leaping off with a short missile dropkick casuing the right side of Gato’s head to slam into a steel bar that helps hold up the cage. Jacob rolls over, dripping blood onto the ground and looks up at the second story where the Aggression title is encased in barbed wire and a smirk crosses his lips as he pulls out a pair of wire cutters from under the ring. Jacob tosses the cutters into the ring before sliding the ladder in as well. Jaice Wilds nails Jacob’s ladder right back into his face as he tries to set it up, causing the former World Champion to fall back against the ropes. Jaice with a suplex of the ladder, rings Jacob’s head. Jaice off the ropes, up to the top turnbuckle, grabs Jacob’s head for a DDT while his head is in the ladder!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He may have broken Jacob’s neck!

BUBBA J: All’s fair in Rebel Pro and especially when titles are on the line.

Jacob lays there, his head in the ladder and unmoving and Jaice looks a bit worried at what he has done, but he knows that the same would be done to him in this mad house called Rebel Pro. Chad comes flying over Jaice’s shoulders catching him with a diamond cutter onto the ladder!

MIKEY MASSACRE: No one is safe!

BUBBA J: Damn right Massacre! Damn fucking right!

Chad is up, leg dropping Jaice, sending his throat onto a leg of the ladder for good measure. Kurtis turns around, dropkick from Jason Christopher sends Chad stumbling over both Jaice and the unconscious Venar to fall and get caught up into the ropes. Jason with a leg lariat nearly decapitates “The Show” and unfortunately for him, he’s still tangled in the ropes. Jason pounds him in the face with a forearm before slamming the bottom of his boot right into the face of Chad over and over, finally breaking his nose and causing blood to fly everywhere on the last kick to the face. Jason bounces off the ropes, coming back with a clothesline that untangles Chad, but also sends him rolling out of the ring slamming the side of his head on the ring’s apron.

BUBBA J: Damn, Chad came back for this shit?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, he wants to be a Champion again.

BUBBA J: I’d come back too, ifn I could.

“America” by Rammstein hits the speakers and the crowd, cheering the action in the ring; begins to boo heavily.

JENNY JERSEY: From Bonn, Germany; he stands at seven foot even and weighs in at four hundred pounds… MOKE DOSHKY!

Moke rips the door right out of Alan Stone’s hands and stalks into the ring, carrying a wooden pair of nunchucks, ready for attacking and maiming if he can. First to meet this individual is Bobby, but its because he’s trying to exit the cage. Moke levels him with a nunchuck to the head, busting his temple open, but you can’t tell the wound because of the blood and dirt caked on his head from the hardcore action so far in this match. Chad Kurtis runs along the top rope, diving off with a scissorskick, but Moke expertly rips off a nunchuck shot right to his inner thigh while spinning around and catching him in the lower back with a kick sending him to the ground. Moke steps into the ring, squaring off against Jason Christopher and El Gato, who surprisingly decide to double team this big man. Jason and Gato dive at the big man, Moke with a nunchuck to Jason and a vicious side kick to Gato’s ribs sends him sprawling into the ropes. Gato comes springing back with a front kick to the side of his head, but Moke catches him, military press slam onto the ladder and Gato may also be out cold. Moke looks down at the destruction surrounding the ladder and grins before helping Scottie Snow up to his feet. Moke looks around to see who he can face off against next. Jason Christopher with a spinning heel kick, but Moke merely catches him, powerbombing him onto the ladder for good measure and now the ladder is completely covered in bodies, most of them moving, and again most of them groaning. Scottie looks up to the big man, knowing that one of them will hopefully be walking away with some gold here tonight.

BUBBA J: cialis tadalafil 20 mg Moke came in, Moke dominated, and now Moke is bored; that ain’t good.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Didn’t he and Dragon recently win the PWA Tag Team titles?

BUBBA J: Yes, from our former Rebel Pro Champion, Johnny Maverick and his ASSHOLE buddy Ash Nukem.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba J! We are not here to make fun of his sexual preference!

BUBBA J: What?! I’m not! He was in a stable called The ASSHOLES.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, just the way you said it.

BUBBA J: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy minded bearded bastard.

“Lipless” by Fear of City hits up nearly immediately after Moke Doshky’s entrance, or so it seems.

BUBBA J: These entrants are really random, you never know who or how long between wrestlers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, Iknow awesome randomness.

JENNY JERSEY: From Jersey City, New Jersey; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… HOSTILE!

BUBBA J: He is one bad sumbitch and my tag team partner over in Victory.

MIKEY MASSACRE: As tough as you?

BUBBA J: Anyone who can sit in a booth with me after I’ve eaten hot wings, is one tough bastard. However, he just won’t drink beer.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is that a fault?

BUBBA J: Nah, just like to drink while I talk business.

Hostile is in the cage, nailing Moke in the face with a steel chair, but the big man only shakes his head. Snow comes in from the side, but Hostile launches him like a lawn dart over the top and into the side of the cage. Hostile turns back to find Moke there twirling his nunchuck around and around; Hostile smiles and nods. Moke swings the chuck, Hostile ducks under peppering Moke in the chin and throat with a rapid fired succession of punches that back the big man up. Hostile presses his advantage with a kick to the inner knee of Moke before spinning around slamming the outside of the same leg as well with a roundhouse kick. Moke falls back into the corner, Hostile jumping to mount hiim in the corner firing down right after right fist into his face. Jason Christopher is up and rips Hostile off of Moke. Hostile spins around, Jason ducking the roundhouse punch. Moke levels Christopher with a clothesline sending him back to the canvas. Jacob Venar, previously wrapped in the ladder in a sick move, leaps to the top rope, diving between them both slamming their heads together with a sickening thunk.

BUBBA J: I’m impressed.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m surprised he even got up after that move earlier.

Jacob spins around, leaping back up split legged kick sends both men backwards. Moke slams back first into the corner, Hostile into a swinging neckbreaker from “The Show”.

BUBBA J: He attacks from behind, the damn sneak!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Alls fair in Rebel Pro, especially when titles are on the line… right?

BUBBA J: Shut up Mikey, just shut up.

Chad gets back up, noticing Jacob doing the same, just a bit more gingerly. Collar and elbow lock up, low blow from Snow puts Jacob’s hands around his manhood instead of Chad’s body, but El Gato with a low blow of his own causes Chad to do much of the same that generic viagra Jacob recently done. Snow grabs Jacob in a side headlock, Gato grabs Chad Kurtis in one as well… they ram their heads together, sending both men down front first on the canvas. Scottie goes for a high five, but El Gato with a leap and grabbing Snow by the back of the head, drags him down planting his face right onto the mat. Gato gets back up, smiling down at Snow, but Jaice rams him in the gut with his boot, spinning him around and clocking him with the point of his elbow sending him into the ropes and a spinning heel kick sends him over the top.

A big ploom of smoke bursts from under the ring, enveloping everyone in its dense cloud. The smoke slowly disapates in the wind from the East and standing on the top turnbuckle is none other than the Aggression Champion, herself, Lisa No wait a minute, its not Lisa , its Lisa Seldon, equally tricky but without all the gawdy apparel that comes with being a tricky magician.

JENNY JERSEY: From Seldoncrest Mansion, New Mexico; standing at five feet six inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds… LISA SELDON!

Lisa Seldon with a flourish flips forward sending Jaice back with a flipping dropkick. Here comes Moke, but Lisa trips him up, causing him to faceplant the steel ladder. Lisa sets the ladder up, diving off with a swanton bomb onto Jacob Venar before calmly and very smoothly picking Moke up and rolling him outside the ring. Here comes Scottie Snow again, Lisa stares at him and Snow just waves his hands, falling back from the glare of Lisa ‘s x-ray vision.

BUBBA J: That stare has frozen poor pitiful Snow.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Freakish… hey, we’ve got another entrant and so quickly after our previous one.

“She Wolf” hits up and from the backstage area, comes Emily Corlen herself.

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

Lisa stares down the walkway at Emily Corlen as she makes her way to the cage.

BUBBA J: Except for Chad Kurtis, all the females came into this match at one group.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You know he’s gonna hit you one of these days.

BUBBA J: Pahlease, I’ve been hit harder by a paraplegic.

Emily steps into the cage and into the ring across from Lisa who flips her wrist, bringing out a baseball bat covered in broken glass from… well… thin air? Emily nods, bringing a nightstick from behind her back; her weapon covered in thumbtacks. The two come together, Lisa swinging the bat, Emily dodging and parrying the bat with the tiny stick. Emily darts in, pulling the stick down Lisa ‘s face drawing a tiny bit of blood, but Lisa fires back with a boot into the midsection and slamming the bat across Emily’s face before dragging it across her lovely cheeks. Lisa looks over to Bubba J, pointing at Emily’s chest, before sticking the bat down her top and moving the bat from side to side.

BUBBA J: Um… bloody tits, got to love that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Um… yeah, if you say so Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Oh I do Mikey, I really do.

Emily slams the stick into Lisa ‘s midsection before dragging it against the bottom of her chin. Lisa draws back in surprise, rubbing there and feeling the blood on her hand. Emily pressex her advantage with a shot to the side of her head before Emily spins around catching her in the ribs with a roundhouse kick. Lisa falls into the ropes, bouncing back with a right, a left, a right, and a forearm to cap off the combo. Emily falls back, quickly righting herself with a stomp on Lisa’s ankle to stop her momentum. Lisa slams her forearm into Emily’s back sending her to one knee before slamming Corlen in the face with a vicious knee strike!

BUBBA J: What a shot!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If I’ve got it right, we have about three more Rebel Pro regulars to enter the match.

BUBBA J: And they can all come in at once or it may be thirty minutes; we never know.

Emily shoves Lisa back, leaping to the middle rope, coming back around with a kick to the back of Lisa’s head sending her onto one knee. Emily off the ropes, Shining…Lisa ‘s counter sends Emily down onto the forgotten table! Emily’s back arches from the pain of the contact of wood and skin, but Lisa is not finished yet as she climbs the bent and nearly broken ladder. Lisa looks down on Emily, leaping out…

SWANTON THROUGH THE TABLE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s broken in half!

BUBBA J: Nope, don’t want her anymore now, if she can’t do what I need.

Lisa pulls herself up…

“Hard Rock Hallelujah” comes to life and The Dragon walks from the backstage area, confident and showering in the boos of the fans here in Durham.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from Parts Unknown, he stands at six feet one inch while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… THE DRAGON!

Dragon steps up to the cage just as Europe’s “Final Countdown” hits up in the speakers.

BUBBA J: Quickest turnover of the night, another entrant before the previous one even steps into the cage.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who turned out the lights?!

The lights are gone, no light except for that provided by the stars above but the sounds of fighting can still be heard inside the cage of doom. The lights are still out when flames erupt in the cage, right outside of the cage and back at the backstage area where The Phoenix was just stepping out from when they all went dark.

BUBBA J: Its Dark Phoenix, bet ya.

MIKEY MASSACRE: How do you know?

BUBBA J: I see him in the r ing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: How in this pitch blackness?

BUBBA J: Night vision hunting goggles.

The lights come back…

BUBBA J: Damn! My eyes!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hahahahaheeeheeeheeehahahahaheeeheeeheeehahaha.

BUBBA J: Fuck you Mikey, right in the ear!

The lights are back and all four members of Phoenix’s Pantheon are gone from both the match and the wrestling area, only piles of ashes remain. Perched on the side of the cage is a poster of a dark Phoenix. The wrestlers all look at the image before turning to find someone to fight with and something to bash them on the head or body with as well. Lisa finds her bat nailing Chad Kurtis over the back with hit causing him to hit a knee. Bobby Lee… is crawling under the ring to get away, screaming like a little baby as he does so. Jason Christopher punts Emily Corlen in the head as Jaice Wilds locks horns with Jacob Venar over in the corner. El Gato climbs up the ladder, hanging from the bottom of level two right above the throng of bodies exchanging blows with fists and weapons. Gato lets a Mexican war cry loose before falling down with a splash onto everyone, taking them all out, well except for Bobby Lee who’s wimpering can be heard from under the ring. Gato gets up, but Lisa shoves her hand into his gut with a thrust, causing him to double over. Emily comes off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker flattening him onto his back. Chad Kurtis with an elbow from the top, but Jacob spears him in mid-air to stop the attack as he still is concentrating on Chad Kurtis for some reason. Jacob and Chad fall through the ropes and back to the outside. Lisa looks at the two on the outside before whipping Emily into the ropes. Emily rebounds, Lisa launches her over the top with a back body, and Corlen crashes into both men on the outside in splendid fashion.

Hostile pulls Bobby Lee from under the ring, screaming and whimpering; not to mention begging for mercy from the Demon of Jersey City. Hostile lifts him up, tossing him into the cage before lifting him up and tossing him down with single minded precision.

KABOOM!

The C4 explodes and Bobby Lee gets a body full of C4 for the second time in t his match and he’s got to be feeling the pain.

“Homecoming” by Kanye West hits up and from the back, still to a mixed reaction bordering on mixedness comes Simon Kalis.

JENNY JERSEY: From Montreal Quebec, Canada; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… SIMON KALIS!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The last entrant!

BUBBA J: He has to enter the ring for the second level to be unlocked, they all look like hungry dogs in that cage!

Simon walks past the announcers’ table, making sure to flick Bubba J the finger before continuing around to the door of the cage. Simon steps through the door, ripping a chair off the wall, one of the many weapons still remaining. Simon also bends down, pulling up a cattle prod that someone was going to use earlier, but dropped. Simon checks the weapons before stepping on into the ring. Lisa turns around.

*WHAM! ZAP!*

Lisa falls back, jerking from the force of teh cattle prod, Simon enjoys it and reaches in for another zap.

*WHAM! ZAP!*

Lisa jerks again, unable to stop herself from flopping because that shit hurts.

BUBBA J: That shit hurts Mikey, makes you wonder what fucking truck just hit you.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never felt one before, but I think I’ll keep it that way, thanks.

Simon leans down, setting the chair perfectly before pulling Lisa up to her feet, still shaking uncontrollably from the double shock of the cattle prod. Simon lifts her up…

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Order Never Dies! Onto a steel chair!

BUBBA J: Lisa has to be out… wait a second that’s my boss. I should be happy, but that pisses me off!

Simon lifts Lisa back up, tossing her over the top rope and to the outside where she rolls up against the steel cage. The second level is unlocked and Simon lifts the broken ladder up, but its bent and warped, falling to the right side. Simon shoves the ladder into Jacob Venar, but Venar shoves it right back into Simon’s face. Simon and Jacob come to lock up as a second ladder is slid into the ring by Jaice Wilds and set up under the hole leading to the second level.

BUBBA J: Be right back Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wher…

Bubba J gets up from the table, heading over in a hurry to Lisa who is still not moving after the cattle prod in the heart twice and subsequent spinning kamikaze on the chair. Bubba J hands her a bottle of water as Simon sends Jacob into the corner with an Irish whip.

BUBBA J: Here, drink this, it’ll help.

Lisa nods slowly, able to get down some of the water. Bubba J looks up at Simon who spins around and goes to dive over the top as Bubba J is helping his Victory Wrestling boss.

BUBBA J: Here, this’ll knock down a cow.

Simon dives over, yelling at Bubba J, who flicks Simon off, but Simon reaches down for the cattle prod… Jason Christopher pushes it through the cage, unable to be used by anyone now. Simon nails Christopher with a sole kick causing him to slam the back of his head into the corner post and slump down against the ground; his head leaning up against the post. Simon with a running knee smashes the young wrestler into unconsciousness but Simon isn’t finished. He looks up into the ring where Emily Corlen is in a collar and elbow lock up with Jaice Wilds. Emily with a go behind, dropping it for a side headlock and a springboard bulldog, that slams Jaice’s face right onto the dented steel chair. Simon turns back around, leaning over Lisa Seldon now.

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZRKPT

Simon folds like an accordion, unable to hold his crotch where the prongs of Lisa’s taser stick out from her hand. Lisa turns to Bubba J, nodding and smiling.

BUBBA J: Ok Mikey, I’m back; didya miss me?

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are you doing getting involved?

BUBBA J: I hate Simon’s fucking guts and since I can’t be in there whooping that ass, figured I’d let Lisa have some fun.

Simon flops for about five seconds, long enough for Lisa to start digging under the ring and come out with the third and final ladder under the ring. Lisa turns around, Simon still unable to really move thanks to the five seconds of “Riding The Bull” from Lisa. Lisa digs under the ring again, pulling out a glass table and a spool of barbed wire.

BUBBA J: Things bout to get serious Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think they’ve been playing around Bubba J.

Lisa wraps the wrie around and around her foot, effectively making a boot of barbed wire on her left foot; then she does the same to the other foot before setting up the glass table. Lisa climbs to the top of the ladder, the stadium lights causing sparkles to glimmer on the barbed wire boots she is now wearing. On the other side of the ropes(inside the ring) Emily Corlen meets Chad Kurtis and Jacob cheap cialis Venar in the second level where Venar is reaching through the wire at the Aggression Championship. Simon rolls up to his feet, turning around.

SUPER DROPKICK!

The barbs embed themselves in Simon’s face, and blood pours out of the wounds in a heavy flow.

BUBBA J: Damn, she knocked out his glass eye!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ebay before the night is over.

Lisa pulls Simon up, rolling him onto the glass table and then wrapping his whole head in barbed wire to make a mask of wire. Lisa climbs up onto the table, lifting Simon up with a piledriver… Simon reverses, sending Lisa through the glass table with a piledriver instead!

“REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO! REBEL PRO!”

The crowd is definitely into this gigantic match.

BUBBA J: Damn! Glass went everywhere!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad’s got the Aggression title!

BUBBA J: But he’s got to make it out of the cage first to be crowned the new Aggression Champion!

Emily dives after Chad’s legs, causing him to trip and slam his throat into the opening, gagging himself and dropping the title to the canvas below. The cage door to the World title opens up and both Emily Corlen and Jacob Venar are right there to clamber through the opening. Chad falls on through the opening, slamming his shoulder onto the canvas, on top of the Aggression title. Chad lays there not moving.

BUBBA J: Now, he may truly be hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The way he landed on his shoulder can’t be good.

Jaice scoops up the title, diving for the cage door as Alan Stone opens it up. El Gato nails him with a dropkick to the mouth sending him rolling over and the Aggression title flying away from him in the process. The belt lands about three feet away from Jason Christopher, who grabs it and staggers up to his feet, heading for the door. Bobby Lee trips him up, nailing him in the back of the head with the pair of wire cutters and walking to the door with the Aggression title.

BUBBA J: Bobby Lee with the Agression Title!

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato nails Bobby Lee in his jalapeno right as he is about a step away from the exit!

Jacob sends Emily falling from the top level with a dropkick. Emily falls back, tripping and falling through the top level and to the second level!

BUBBA J: Emily nearly from the top to the bottom!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She slides on through to the bottom to land heavily on her feet. Emily springs up to the ladder, and begins climbing as Simon sends her toppling from the ladder with a dropkick to her ribs. Simon looks up and shrugs, motioning for Jacob to come on down and join the party. Lisa rolls into the ring, glass glittering in her hair and blood pouring down her face and body to drench her clothes. Lisa stumbles over to Simon, spininng him around booting him in the gut. Simon fires back with a punch to the inner thigh of Lisa as Emily puts one foot out of the cage, Aggression title in her grasp. Jason Christopher yanks her out of the door and back into the cage, the door shutting as she falls back inside.

BUBBA J: So close, no cigar.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Its going to take a lot to come out of this match with your sanity in tact, let alone a title!

Simon shoves Lisa away, but Seldon comes back flipping onto her hands driving Simon into the ladder with the barbed wire boots into the barbed wire mask. Simon trips into the ladder, blood pouring from underneath the wire mask and he hits the canvas. Lisa climbs up the ladder, holding the wire cutters in her hand for some awesome and possibly deadly move. Lisa reaches the second level, booting Jacob in the midsection before sending him through the hole to the bottom level; landing on top of Simon driving the air out of both men. Lisa continues on up to the top level, the only person up there and her eyes on the Rebel Pro World Championship http://viagraonline-genericmall.com/ in the glass case. Simon shoves Jacob off of him as he rolls up to his feet, beginning to climb the ladder.

BUBBA J: Lisa just smashed through the glass case!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s got the World Title!

Simon climbs back down, knowing that Lisa must come back down to get on the outside, he instead turns his attention to the people surrounding him and notices Emily Corlen getting the best of Jason Christopher. Emily with a backhanded slap to Jason’s face ties him up in some barbed wire and Emily grabs the Aggression title, having finally noticed that Lisa has the World Title now.

BUBBA J: Lisa’s cutting through the cage!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Brilliant!

Lisa steps through the slit she cut into the cage as two men jump from the bleacher seats trying to make it to the ring. Security come rushing over, but are too slow as the crowd is packed in here like sardines! Lisa looks down, strapping the World Title around her waist and getting Simon’s attention. Simon, knowing the match must nearly be over and there is only one shot at this looks for his people, the two men leaping over the barricade. Rayn and Marvin Wood come to the cage, Lisa half way down its side but she quickly climbs back up to the top of the bottom level(around the second level’s cage). Simon punt kicks Emily, setting up and nailing Sentencing of the Damned on her onto another buried block of C4 explosive.

KABOOM!

BUBBA J: Are her tits alright? Idon’t mind chuncky chicks, more flesh to grab ya know?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is there any way you could ever be somewhat professional?

BUBBA J: Doubt it.

Simon grabs the Aggression title, delivers a roundhouse kick to Jason Christopher and falls out of the door asJacob Venar spears him from the top rope causing the hard steel of the door’s frame to rip skin from Simon’s temple.

BUBBA J: Jahsus!

MIKEY MASSACRE: DAMN!

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Simon Kalis has been declared the Rebel Pro Aggression Champion!

More cheers than when he came in tonight fill the stadium, but there are still some major haters of Simon Kalis. Rayn and Marvin Wood stare up as Lisa ponders what she should do.

BUBBA J: Lisa has the World Title, but won’t be declared champion until her feet touch the ground… I need to go help her!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sit he… nevermind!

Bubba J stands up, heading over to Rayn and Marvin Wood drawing Wood’s attention as Lisa takes a running leap over the side rolling up to her feet on the ground.

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: And your NEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World Champion… Lisa Seldon!

Bubba J fires a right into Marvin’s face as he and Rayn help Simon to the backstage what color is viagra area.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Two new Champions crowned here ton… who?…

A candle burns on Megavision and the other televisions set around for the fans to get good views from. Slowly a figure steps into view, still unrecognizable but he stands over six feet tall.

DISTORTED VOICE: Happy Birthday Rebel…

The candle blows out as “Victory” by Puff Daddy plays on the speakers, causing the crowd to boo.

DISTORTED VOICE: What, not glad to have the Millennium Game back to play?

Laughter.

JUSTIN CASE: The best damn thing to ever happen to this company is back boys and girls… and speaking of girls… Lisa Seldon… enjoy your title reign because I will be coming for that title that you just won… So have fun, enjoy the reign because as soon as I get my shot… it’ll be Game Over for you…

The show fades on Lisa begging for Justin Case to bring it on.

Aggression

Aggression Arena

March 25, 2011

Megavision

A pair of dice roll across the table, stopping to show a “7″.

V/O: Seven days until its game over for you all.

A hand reaches out grabbing the dice, rolling them once more; again a “7″.

V/O: In seven days, my lucky seven days I will come in and dominate Rebel. Enjoy the next seven days, because on the seventh day…

The dice roll once more, tumbling slowly to land on “2″, or “Snake Eyes”

V/O: It will be snake eyes for the rest of you.”

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their sildenafil for erectile dysfunction 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!

“Carbomb” hits up in the speakers as the massive form of Vincent Black comes from the back to a very large amount of booingTop of Form 1
. A fan has a poster in the crowd reading “Bring back Zwart, he was more entertaining!”

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at six feet eleven inches while weighing three hundred and thirty-one pounds… from Glens Falls, New York… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent walks over to the poster, laughing before yanking the poster out of the fan’s hands and tearing it in half.

BUBBA J: You show that retarded sumbitch Vincent!

Vincent gives the fan the finger before walking on to the ring and up the steps showing off his Extreme Elite wrestling shorts.

“Animals” hits up and the crowd’s booing turns to loud applause and cheering as running from the back comes the Brazilian Sensation, Jaice Wilds!

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at five feet six inches while weighing one hundred and eighty-four pounds ; from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice runs down the aisle slapping fans while never taking his eyes off Vincent in the ring.

DING DING

Allen Stone calls for the bell and Jaice ducks under a massive clothesline from Black and counters with an angle kick to the thigh. Black just smiles at the much smaller man as he goes for a haymaker that Wilds again dodges.

CHAD KURTIS: When is Black going to learn that speed beats power every time.

BUBBA J: You shut your mouth, Vincent was twice the champion you were.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hey, calm down you two and call the match.

Jaice ducks around a few more of Black’s big hits as he peppers the big man with shots to the legs. Vincent goes down to one knee as The Extreme Aerialist lands a hard hitting roundhouse to the knee off his opponent. Wilds off the ropes… into a huge spinebuster from Black!

BUBBA J: A whole lotta good speed did for the little fruit bat there.

A quick cover but Jaice kicks out at one and a half. Black rolls to the out side and grabs a crutch from one of the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ll never know for the life of me why there always seems to be a guy on crutches in the front row.

Vincent is back in the ring and taking careful aim with the crutch… THWACK! Wilds with a crotch shot out of nowhere! Black on the ground holding his family jewels as Jaice picks up the discarded crutch. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!! Wilds is laying shot after shot with the crutch to Black’s head and back.

CHAD KURTIS: Black still not getting much from his power and size advantage.

Wilds throws away the crutch and heads to the top rope.

BUBBA cialis tadalafil comprar J: Get up Vincent before that damn fruit bat does something we ain’t going to like!

Too late as Jaice hits a corkscrew senton and stays for the cover.

One…

Tw… No! Black kicks out!

Jaice hits the ropes and lands a rolling thunder before rolling out and digging under the ring to pull out… A barbed wire wrapped baseball bat!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice looking to show Black he’s no push over.

BUBBA J: It’ll take a helluva lot more than that to keep Vincent down.

Black slowly getting to his feet as Wilds lines up his shot… THWACK! Jaice nails Black in the face and the blood starts to pour. Jaice starts to grind the barbed wire into the face of Vincent but Black starts to fight back with a fist to the mid-section. Another shot from Black staggers Wilds, forcing him to drop the bat.

BUBBA J: That’s it Vincent, show that fruit bat who the real Vincent Black is.

Vince sends Jaice into the ropes with an Irish Whip and Jaice bounces back with a with a springboard back elbow attempt! But Black catches him and turns it into a mean backbreaker. Black follows up with a leg drop across Wilds throat before picking him up and sending him to the out side with a gorilla press. Black follows Wilds outside and gives him a soccer kick to the ribs, sending him into the guard rail. Black starts grabbing chairs and throwing them into the ring. Jaice is slowly getting to his feet as Vincent turns his attention back to his downed opponent. Black start lining up for something as Jaice reaches a vertical base… Running Big Boot from Black! Jaice nose looks to be busted as blood seems to explode from it on impact. Vincent grabs Wilds and sends him back into the ring while following close behind. BLACK WITH A CHOKESLAM ONTO THE PILE OF CHAIRS! Black with a cover.

One..

Two…

Three… NO, NO, NO!
Jaice rolls the shoulder up at the last possible moment!

CHAD KURTIS: Jaice my not be a strong as Black but he has twice the heart.

BUBBA J: Which would be four times the heart you have you coward!

Black starts arguing with the ref saying it was a slow count but Allen is having none of it. Black grab Jaice and pulls him towards the chairs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear God, I think he’s going to deliver the New Hope onto those chairs!

BUBBA J: Thata boy Vince. Show That fruit bat who the real Champ is!

Vincent hoists him up for The New Hope… NO! Jaice turns it into a spinning DDT onto the chairs. A arm drapes over Vincent’s shoulders.

One…

Two…

Thr… No, Vince kicks out!

Jaice grabs a chair and heads to the top rope… A Frog Splash with the Chair! Another Cover.

One…

Two…

Three! NO! Vince gets the shoulder up one more time.

Jaice heads to the outside and under the ring… He pulls out a ladder and brings it inside. Jaice sets up the ladder and starts to climb… Vince is back on his feet… Jaice leaps… Caught By Black! Vince with a running power slam onto the chairs! He rolls the smaller man off and starts setting the chairs up in some sort of chair pyramid. Vincent now pulling Jaice up the ladder.

CHAD KURTIS: What his Black doing?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know but it doesn’t look good.

Black and Jaice at the top of the ladder… A NEW HOPE!!!! THROUGH THE CHAIR PYRAMID!!! The Pin!

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! It’s Over!!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Vincent Black!

BUBBA J: Damn right, that’s my boy!

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

BUBBA J: Damn right I do, I’m a picky bastard!

Vincent holds his hands up in the air.

BUBBA J: Beers on me at Hardcore Drinking tonight!

He waits a second, thinking about the possible expense.

BUBBA J: Well one free drink to everyone tonight at Hardcore Drinking!

CHAD KURTIS: You are a stingy bastard.

BUBBA J: Don’t you have a meeting with Gordon to go and fake your injury for?

The camera moves backstage. The area seems unknown, yet familiar, and is poorly lit. The camera pans to the left slightly and Emily Corlen comes into view, a black spaghetti string tee pulling tightly against her D cup breasts, showing off every last winding curve of her ample assets. She smirks slightly, licking her lips.

Emily Corlen: I am reborn. Risen from the ashes. Just like my name… just like a Phoenix.

Emily’s attention turns downward; the camera follows her line of sight and comes across her green and gold “Emerald Phoenix” wresting singlet. The camera shifts back up to Emily, who has pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and is in the process of lighting it. She takes a deep drag, then exhales a cloud of acrid smoke before gazing back into the lens of the camera and continuing.

Emily Corlen: In the past, I was a Phoenix. I was also a Pioneer. Things change. This time, for the better.

Emily gazes behind her, the smoke filling the room, reflecting the dim light and accenting Corlen’s features.

Emily Corlen: I am no longer a Pioneer. I am a Rebel. This was not fate… this was destiny.

Emily takes another drag off of her cigarette, exhaling before continuing.

Emily Corlen: When I was a Pioneer, I used the Phoenix as my rallying cry. No matter how many generic viagra times you knocked me down, I would rise up. I would overcome. But now, there is no need for rising from the ashes…

Emily grins, a slight tinge of madness overcoming her.

Emily Corlen: …because I don’t intend to fall. Ever.

Emily gazes back down at her singlet, then drops her cigarette onto it. Within moments, the singlet is set ablaze.

Emily Corlen: Let my old persona burn away with the memories of that shithole known as the Pioneer Wrestling Association. I am not reborn… I am evolved. Transformed into something the likes of which this organization has ever seen.

The camera closes in on Emily’s face.

Emily Corlen: My name is Emily Corlen… the Crimson Wolf… the baddest bitch in REBEL Pro… and I approve this message.

Emily steps backwards, the shadows quickly enveloping her. The camera pans back down on the burning singlet for a few more moments before shifting back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Damn, she has some nice tits.

~Commercial~

Megavision
The scene fades backstage showing Chad Kurtis opening the door to Larry Gordon’s office, a concerned look on his face. Gordon sits down behind his desk, his hands folded over a piece of paper that undoubtedly has Chad’s wrestling future written on its surface. Chad takes a seat and looks expectantly at Gordon, almost visablly itching to get back in the ring.

GORDON: Chad, I’m not going to tadalafil 20mg beat around the bush, neither of us want that at all.

Chad nods.

GORDON: But you know that big match planned for Birthday Bash 2011 where both titles are on the line and every star in Rebel Pro is a part of it and any others that want to come in and join can?

Chad nods.

GORDON: Remember how you begged to be able to compete in it?

Chad again nods.

GORDON: Get your tights out of the closet and be ready, because “The Show” Chad Kurtis returns to action next Friday night.

Chad can’t believe it and the scene fades back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Knew when a prize llike that was on the line he’d come around and no longer be injured.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is an AOWF Sanctined match… Introducing first…

The first few chords of Edward Elgar’s fourth Pomp & Circumstance March are played from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, “The Purist” Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

JENNY JERSEY: From Pontefract, England; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds, representing Victory Wrestling… MARVIN WOOD!

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits.

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the sound system and from the back to an amazing amount of cheering, as he is representing Rebel Pro, is Jacob Venar.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, representing Rebel Pro; he stands at six feet two inches, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds from British Columbia, Canada… “THE FALCON” JACOB VENAR!

Jacob stares into the ring at his opponent for tonight, Marvin Wood.

DING DING DING

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

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

BUBBA J: Damn right!

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

BUBBA J: I don’t like him, but Jacob representing Rebel Pro great here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob is known for his enjoyment of pain, but it can come from different sources, not just a steel chair.

Both men up to a standing base again, Wood tight-lipped. He knows very well that so far Jacob Venar has shown him up. Some of the crowd even chant “Rebel Pro!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Venar again wins with a side headlock. Wood tries to break out the way he did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Jacob
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Marvin Wood, but he tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of Venar, two, a third breaks him free! Wood hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by Venar! Wood skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Wood, Venar catches him with a hip toss — blocked! Wood reverses to a hip
toss of his own, but Venar lands on his feet! Venar with a quick jab to the gut of Wood doubles him over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Wood stands
straight up, flipping Jacob up, again Venar lands on his feet! Right hand by Wood, Jacob ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Wood fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Jacob — NOOO! Jacob AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Wood turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! Piledriver!
— Marvin Wood sweeps the legs of Jacob quickly, looking for a catapult! Has Jacob well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!

BUBBA J: Marvin getting some momentum here now.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob dominated early, but Marvin is indeed building up a big head of steam.

Jacob nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Marvin turns around, reverse cross body by Jacob connects center ring!

ONE!

TWO!

Wood kicks out!
Jacob with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Wood kicks out!

Third cover!

One!

Two!

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

MIKEY MASSACRE: It might not be much, but each kick-out costs a bit of energy that Marvin desperately needs.

BUBBA J: Jacob needs to win this match for Rebel Pro pride!

Back canadian pharmacy up, Jacob snapmares Wood over. Kick to the spine! Wood grimaces in pain but watch Venar! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Wood!
Cover

One…

Two…

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

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

BUBBA J: It’s gonna take a lot more than one move, even one as big as that, for Wood to pin Jacob here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wood catching his breath, trying to slow down the break-neck pace of this match so far.

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

One…

Two…
Jacob out well before three. Wood hooks a chinlock, Jacob fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Jacob leaps and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Wood ducks, he’s done his homework and knows all about Jacob’s springboard preferences.
Jacob turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Wood, sending Jacob right overhead! Venar slower to get up this time, Wood hits the ropes —

RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!

Jacob sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! and Jacob is down again!

Venar pops back to cheap cialis his feet —

One…

Two…

Th

Jacob kicks out, but not much authority behind it.

Wood picks up Venar and perches him … on the top rope? He climbs up, Venar fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, the Victory representative shoves Jacob off! Jacob lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINER! Venar hits the canvas, prone, Marvin points to the turnbuckle! The crowd
rises to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!

BUBBA J: Jacob starting to move, Marvin had better pay attention, Jacob isn’t one you turn your back on!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar stirring!

Marvin looks over the top turnbuckle, jawing with a fan instead of paying attention to Jacob Venar. Venar gets slowly up to his feet.

BUBBA J: Jacob with an inverted DDT! Go Jacob!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spread your wings Jacob!

Jacob climbs up top, spreading his arms wide!…

Spread!

My!

Wings!

Wood gets the knees up right into the soaring Venar’s midsection!

No way even Jacob Venar could change direction after committing like that! Wood rolls
to his feet as Venar gasps for breath, doubled-over….

YAKUZA KICK!

And this time Wood connects, full speed right to the side of Jacob’s head! Wood hooks the leg

ONE…

TWO…

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

MIKEY MASSACRE: Awesome counter and use of the STO by Wood there!

BUBBA J: I love me hardcore, but I’m kinda getting into this non-hardcore bout.
Because nobody’s done it!
Venar picking himself up, Marvin still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Jacob slammed down
to the canvas, Wood off the ropes, Jacob rising to his feet…

ROARING ELBOW! Jacob hits the canvas hard and Wood covers

ONE…

TWO…

NO! Venar out! Wood picks his man up, says it’s over, looking for Imperfect Science!
but Jacob fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Wood , hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Jacob’s momentum spins him around,
Wood gets a backdrop CUTTER!

Cover!

ONE…

TWO…

TH—

NOOOOOO! Jacob KICKS OUT!

BUBBA J: Geeze these two guys are getting me into some technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thinking of changing your fighting style?

BUBBA J: Oh hell no, but think of the impact that move would have on a steel chair!

Wood looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Wood picks Jacob up,
looking for the beginning of his suplex labrynth— Jacob flips out at the apex of the first one! BEHIND Wood —

SUPERKICK! Wood is prone, Jacob to the outside…

Springboard front flipping leg drop!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now it’s Jacob’s turn to be in disbelief! Wood got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

BUBBA J: Come on Jacob, you sumbitch!

The crowd is standing — THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN. Venar picks up Wood, sends him into the corner… Whisper in the Wind! Wood stumbles out into the traditional
reverse STO! That’s gotta be all!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

SHOULDER UP! Wood will not stay down! Jacob has to wonder what’ll put Wood down… never mind. He knows EXACTLY what will
put the champ down! The signal — it’s flying time, time to spread his wings… time. Venar picks up Wood for a scoop slam. HERE IT COMES! NO! Wood with a sudden spin out and
up, right behind Venar?!

BACKDROP DRIVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

Venar kicks out after a SICK backdrop driver! The crowd chants: “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both men trying to catch their breath, trying to figure out what’s next! This match can’t go on all night…

BUBBA J: Can it?

Wood picks up Venar, and lifts him to the top rope. What’s this? He pulls him out… going for Imperfect Tense from the top turnbuckle! Jacob squirming, fighting it, knocks
Marvin away! Jacob forward rolls down and to the other side of Wood, who is slightly off-balance. Jacob with a step-up enziguri! Wood down to one knee,
dazed, Venar hits the ropes for a SPRINGBOARD SHINING WIZARD — Wood ducks! Jacob lands on his feet, regains his balance — ROARING FOREARM BY Wood!
Jacob staggered! YAKUZA KICK knocks Jacob down! Wood doesn’t go for a cover, pulls Jacob up and into position!

Suplex Labrynth!

One!

He rolls over!

Two!

Venar lands hard on his neck!

Up and spinning around with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex!

Marvin Covers!

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing Victory Wrestling… Marvin Wood!

BUBBA J: Damn it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thought you worked for Victory.

BUBBA J: I do, but Rebel was my first home and I love Rebel Pro.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob generic viagra gave a great showing here tonight, but Marvin able to pull out a victory in the end.

BUBBA J: Did I say Damn it! already?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah.

~CommercialCommon Enemy

Voice: We are not affiliated with a single entity or federation.

No.

Voice: We go beyond the normal station of your average wrestler.

Yes.

Voice: We do not cower in fear inside our domain: the squared circle.

No.

Voice: We are the best, the brightest and the most skilled of the legions in the Alliance of Wrestling Federations.

Yes.

Voice: We are no longer bound by abritrary patriotism to your leaders.

No.

Voice: This is about rebellion, just as Satan rebelled against God so do we rebel against the authority and those that would chain us to their armies. Therefore you may regard us as fallen angels, yet only because we have always stood upon mountains founded upon our own talents so far past your very perception you debated if we were myth or legend.

Yes.

Voice: We are not of the BWF. Nor are we of the PWA. We do not hail from Rebel Pro. We do not venture forth from Victory Wrestling.

No.

Voice: We are above them all, in every conceivable manner. Thus making us the Common Enemy, spanning the four federated wrestling organizations of the AoWF as unified brothers in arms who seek not to toil in a war between the four but as our own unit in and of ourselves beyond those ceilings. We are coming, our war drums beat softly in the darkest of nights and our resolve shines with burning fires in the brightest of days.

Yes.

Voice: You cannot hide from our onslaught.

No.

Voice: But you can try to run.

Yes.

Voice: The lines are drawn. The battle is coming. Will we fall?

No.

Voice: Yet all of you shall bare witness to the greatest unified force the AoWF has ever seen. For all of us are now intertwined upon a set path. Each man, each woman from each federation is now… Honor Bound.

Yes.

Voice: But you will fall upon yourselves on that evening, when you behold the utmost regal of your enemies gathered together in harmony and victory. You, the AoWF… Shall see only one thing. Your…

Common Enemy. ~

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is a match actually months, maybe even over a year in the making and we get to have it here on Aggression!

BUBBA J: Simon’s screwed a lot of people over, not even counting me Mikey. It’s finally time for his comeuppance and no better place than here in REBEL Pro, no better man than Johnny Maverick and no better time than right god damn now.

Suddenly “Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Coldplay hits over the speakers as Simon Kalis steps out cockily, with Tamika Nash Strader by his side to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! He weighed in this evening at two hundred and thirty five pounds! He stands in at six foot, three inches tall!

Kalis reaches into his tights and pulls out a thick wad of cash, wrapped tightly in a rubberband. He unravels the money wrap and begins throwing cash into the air as he bobs his head to his theme music, walking past the fans. Fans jump, leap and reach up to grab the twenty dollar bills Simon is throwing at them. He hugs Tamika before sliding into the ring.

JENNEY JERSEY: He hails from Montreal, Quebec Canada….

Kalis climbs each corner turnbuckle and raises two middle fingers in the air, directing them specifically at Bubba J at one point.

JENNY JERSEY: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR… SIMON KALIS!

BUBBA J: Just like this arrogant son of a bitch to buy fans off with money.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think the fans at ringside are too saddened by it, Bubba.

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits over the speakers and out steps Johnny Maverick, completely focused on Kalis in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… He is your REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

The fans cheer and applaud Maverick as he begins making his way to the ring, Maverick taps the REBEL Pro World title over his waist.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Washington, D.C…

Maverick slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles and raises the REBEL Pro World Championship high in the air to the adoring fans, cameras flashing throughout the crowd. He doesn’t see Simon Kalis pop his left glass eye out.

JENNY JERSEY: He is JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

Maverick hands the belt over to the referee, Alan Stone, who hands it over to an official at ringside. Simon meanwhile pulls a small capsule out from his eye socket to the disgust of some fans, before popping his glass eye back in.

BUBBA J: What the hell is that in his hand?!

DING DING DING

Maverick turns to face Simon who smirks, shaking the capsule behind his back as they begin to circle the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know but every single fan is on their feet right now, Bubba.

Kalis pulls his hand forward and sprays something in Mavericks face! Maverick yells as he holds his eyes and Kalis whips the empty canister at him before charging forward with a spear right into the corner!

BUBBA: That jackass just maced him!!

Maverick’s eyes are burning but he begins elbowing Simon in the back as Kalis continues to thrust his shoulders into Maverick’s ribs in the corner. Maverick gnashes his elbows against Simon’s back and spine, his eyes shut and watery all the while. Kalis finally backs out and Maverick blindly jumps forward with a stiff roaring elbow into Simon’s face. Simon stumbles back and hits an elbow uppercut into Mavericks face, sending spit and blood skyward. Maverick stumbles back now and wipes his eyes, a caring fan chucks a bottle of water into the ring at Maverick who grabs it and washes his eyes out of the mace. Simon is arrogant and cocky as he paces back and forth watching Maverick. He begins kicking the corner metal post where the ropes and turnbuckles meet, each kick making a “PING” sound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon’s making it clear, he’s got steel toed boots on for maximum damage.

BUBBA J: He’s a punk, Mikey. Maverick’s been a thoroghbred REBEL Pro star for a long time, he can more handle this.

Maverick blinks rapidly as he looks at Simon, his eyes still obviously burning but at least he can see more clearly now. Simon pulls on his elbow pads as the two men begin to circle the ring again. Maverick enters a muay thai kickboxing fighting stance, inviting Simon to try. Simon enters the fighting stance and both men bob and weave towards each other skillfully. Maverick goes for a thrust kick to Simon’s thighs but Simon blocks it by lifting his leg, immediately getting his footing back and spinning his body into an angle kick which Maverick jumps back to avoid. Maverick rushes forward, leaping towards Simon and chopping him across the face with a stiff elbow. Simon stumbles giving Maverick the chance to unleash a vicious thrust kick that hits Simon square across the face like a baseball bat to the head. Simon spins a full 360 degrees and his wobbles around the ring before Maverick jumps up, bringing both his knees straight into Simon’s chest. Simon falls to the canvas hard and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

BUBBA J: Told ya, he can’t handle the heat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fans are certainly cheering Maverick’s skillfull domination right now.

Simon grabs Tamika and she pulls him towards her, she rubs his back and he slickly reaches into her purse and pulls out chrome knuckles. She pushes him back with a smirk and he rolls into the ring but Maverick’s already on the outside and he grabs a steel chair from ringside. The fans begin cheering louder and louder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh yeah! They came to see blood! They’re gonna get blood!

BUBBA J: Send that squeeling pig back to the PWA, Johnny!

Simon slips the chromed knuckles over his right fist as Maverick slides in quickly with the chair! Maverick swings immediately and Simon swings his right first forward. The chair dents with Simon’s fist imprint but Maverick pulls it back and goes for another swing immediately! Simon moves to duck the chair shot but Maverick follows it through, cracking it over Simon’s back. Simon hits the canvas on all fours as Maverick begins unleashing a rage with the chair, repeatedley smacking it over Simon’s head and back. Simon now lays motionless in the ring as Maverick chucks the chair aside and covers!

1!

2!!

THR-BREAK!

Simon breaks the pin attempt by cracking Johnny across the face with his chrome knuckled right fist. Maverick rolls off of Simon dizzily as Kalis just throws himself over onto Maverick and begins punching his face over and over again until Maverick’s bleeding! The crowd cheers at the sight of blood as Kalis wipes Maverick’s blood all over his chest, getting to his feet and screaming at the crowd to pump them up. Maverick crawls away and pulls himself to his feet, wiping his own blood off of his face as he rushes Simon. Simon quickly turns around and goes for another swing with his chromed fist but Maverick flips through the air with a dropkick and lands it right in Simon’s face! Simon’s fist still connects with Maverick’s left knee cap however and both men hit the canvas in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is getting more intense by the minute!

BUBBA J: Intense as in we’re all wondering when Maverick breaks Kalis’ scrawny little neck.

Kalis crawls away from Maverick and picks himself up first, bringing the chair up with him. Maverick’s out of the ring as he slides away and goes right under the ring. Kalis talks with Tamika about where Maverick could be and Maverick finally pops up and into the ring with a barbed wire covered bat in hand! He waves it around with a menacing smirk as Simon holds onto the steel chair by it’s center rod, using it as a shield and his chrome knuckled right fist as his weapon. They begin circling the ring again and Maverick swings the bat, Simon lifts the chair over his face and drops to a knee to cover himself. The chair takes the impact and Simon, having the longer arms, reaches forward with a strike at Maverick but misses. Maverick begins banging the barbed wire bat forcefully against Simon’s chair shield. Simon remains on one knee and as Maverick has him convinced, he runs forward, jumping onto the chair and using Simons own makeshift shield as a catapult! He jumps right over Simon and before Simon can react Maverick swings the barbed wire bat right into Simon Kalis’ back! Kalis screams in pain dropping the chair as Maverick rips the flesh right off of Simon’s back and shoulders.

BUBBA J: YEAH! YEAH! That’s how you skin a chicken, boy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was BRUTAL! Maverick is not relenting!

Tamika grabs her head in horror as Maverick swings the bat over and over again against Simon’s back, tearing his flesh off with the tiny barbs attached to it. Maverick chucks the bat aside and rips Simon’s chrome knuckles from his hand. Simon winces as he lays on his back and Maverick clocks him across the face with his own chrome knuckles before hooking both the legs!

1!

2!!

THREEEE-NO! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Maverick looks up at referee Alan Stone who shakes his head, holding up two fingers in disbelief.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He won’t quit!

BUBBA J: He’s a tough son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.

Kalis yells as he jumps up off his back and grabs Maverick by the neck, twisting as he drops back with a sudden impact DDT over the steel chair! Mavericks dazed and Simon quickly hooks both legs!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

The REBEL Pro World Champion kicks out easily just after the two count and Simon rolls away in pain, his entire back torn up and bleeding. Maverick wipes his bloody face as well. Simon reaches out to Tamika who throws him a pack of cigarettes and…

BUBBA J: Did she just throw him a bottle of Axe body deodorant? That spray kind?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think so.

Simon gets to his feet but falls back to his knees. He crawls to the corner and lifts himself up as Maverick grabs that bottle of water again, this time using the last of it to clean the blood out of his face. Simon pulls out a cigarette and lights it with a lighter inside of the pack before throwing Tamika the pack of cigarettes back. He shakes the Axe body spray as Maverick grabs the barbed wire baseball bat again. As Maverick looks at Simon, Kalis begins spraying the Axe body deodarant but puts the lighter in front it!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Maverick swings but the flame is lit as Simon turns the body spray into a mini flame thrower! The crowd goes NUTS as Maverick is set ON FIRE! Maverick swings the barbed wire baseball bat wildly, which is now on fire as well. Kalis slides to the side, keeping his distance as he holds the lit flame to Maverick! Maverick doesn’t quit swinging until he hits Simon right in the hand. Simon’s hand slips and the bottle of Axe body spray and the light converge, exploding in his hand!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Kalis screams as he drops the Axe body spray and lighter, his hands set on fire! He turns around and falls to his knees, slamming his hands against the canvas to put them. Maverick drops to the canvas as well, rolling around to put himself out. Simon picks up his dropped cigarette and sits on the canvas, smoking as he rubs his burned hands on his chest. He slides out of the ring and immediately grabs a beer vendor, grabbing a can of beer and cracking it open he chugs the entire can quickly before chucking it aside, still smoking his cigarette. Maverick is on his feet with the barbed wire bat, which is still slightly on fire. Simon hugs Tamika at ringside for moral support but as soon as Simon sees Maverick coming he shoves Tamika out of the way and puts his arms up. Maverick hops up onto the top rope and pushes himself off, swinging the bat and cracking Simon Kalis across the face with it!!!

BUBBA J: Now THAT’S how you put a junkyard dog like Simon down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fans are absolutely electrified with this display of violence, Bubba!

Simon is cracked so hard across his face his glass eye pops out as his left side of his face is cut and burns. Simon hits the ground in horrible pain and Tamika rushes over to check on him as Maverick grabs his glass eye and rolls back into the ring. Maverick holds it up for everyone to see, the fans all on their feet and cheering.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is why I love REBEL Pro Wrestling, folks. The fans don’t care if you try to be good or bad, they only care about the action and they’re getting that moneys worth right here!

BUBBA J: Do you see what Maverick’s doing with Simon’s glass eye?!

Inside the ring Johnny Maverick begins rubbing the glass eye… Down his pants, laughing as Simon groggily grabs the apron and looks in to see. Simon shakes his head and collapses to his knees, then to the ground before rolling under the ring. Maverick whips the glass eye out into the crowd for a lucky- or unlucky, fan to catch.

BUBBA J: That’ll be on Ebay before the nigh… damn its already on there!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

BUBBA J: Damn right, that was fucking quick!

Simon quickly rolls out from the opposite side of the ring with an odd bag in hand. He still seems groggy but he rolls in quickly behind Maverick and spills the contents out… Thumbtacks scatter everywhere. A bloodied and burned Johnny Maverick turns around and smirks as a bloodied, burnt and one eyed Simon Kalis looks back at him.

Simon rushes forward but Maverick side steps him to his blind spot on the left, but Simon saw it coming and grabs Maverick anyways whipping him into the closest corner. He rushes Maverick and brings his knee into Maverick’s chest before climbing up to the top rope, hooking up Maverick onto his back as he does so. Simon balances on the top rope before standing straight and jumping off! SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED ONTO THE THUMBTACKS! Kalis winces as he rips some thumbtacks from his ass but he rolls Maverick over, who is completely unconscience and tiredly throws himself onto Johnny.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis rolls off Maverick and breathes heavily as “Homecoming” begins to play again over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by pinfall… SIMON KALIS!

Tamika is excited as she pulls Simon out of the ring and helps him to his feet on the outside. The fans cheer wildly for the bloody exchange between the two men.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He did it. The Death Row bulldog is still in Simon, and he just reminded everyone that his roots in this business are still here in the South and in the most brutal of wrestling styles.

BUBBA J: Argh. He’s still a dirty son of a bitch but… I’ll give him credit he pulled it off. Johnny Maverick is a bonafide legend and is a great World Champion still though. Don’t count him out on that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I wouldn’t dare, Bubba.

Simon points to Maverick in the ring and then makes title motions around his waist as Tamika helps him backstage, the camera fading to the Rebel Pro logo.

“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!

JENNY JERSEY: From Miller’s Trailer Park, he stands at…

All of the sudden, Bobby’s intro music ends and “Final Countdown” by Europe takes its place. The Phoenix emerges and pushes past Bobby Lee on his way
to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Umm… his opponent? From Orlando, Florida, weighing two-hundred and thirty pounds… THE PHOENIX!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Phoenix just cut Bobby Lee’s entrance short with his own!

BUBBA J: Lee doesn’t even deserve to be in the ring, he believes in Chad Kurtis after all.

The two competitors circle one another… collar-and-elbow! The weirder Bobby Lee immediately applies a side headlock. Phoenix pushes him back into the ropes,
whips Lee off of them. Lee comes flying back, ducks a clothesline, off of the opposite ropes… roundhouse kick nearly takes Lee’shead off. The
fans are unsure of Phoenix’s mindset

since his ongoing troubles with the Dark Phoenix, but they can’t help but cheer for the perfectly-executed kick that has
Lee lying unmoving on the ground. Robinson stares out at the crowd with a blank stare, disturbed by their cheer. Phoenix picks Lee up, putting him in the corner.

CHAD KURTIS: Lee’s eyes look empty! Phoenix could easily pin him right now!

BUBBA J: Phoenix thinks he is the next big thing in REBEL and he is going to prove it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lee could get hurt and the anger Phoenix has to be feeling after the strange Dark Phoenix can’t be helping his cause.
Phoenix stares at the fans, the announce table, and back at Lee. Phoenix steps back then forward with an elbow strike to Lee’s temple. Lee staggers forward.
Phoenix with a series of three kicks, the first to his gut, the second to his head, knocking him backwards and the third is a scissor kick that lands right
across Lee’s throat.

CHAD KURTIS: Absolutely vicious assault!

Phoenix picks up Lee and puts him in the corner. He runs across the ring, then sprints forward… jumping knee strike to Bobby Lee! Lee staggers forward,
only to turn around and receive a flying leg lariat from The Phoenix! Phoenix considers going for a pin but shakes his head no. The crowd has turned
almost uncomfortably silent, perhaps worried about Lee or embarrassed for him or a combination of the two. Phoenix picks up the Miller Trailer Park native and puts
him in the corner. His eyes are rolling into the back of his head. Phoenix goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He wraps it around Lee’s head.
And he goes to the opposite turnbuckle… DROPKICK ACROSS THE RING TO Lee’s SQUASH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Come on and end this, you’ve proved your point!

CHAD KURTIS: You know, I realize we are a no-disqualification federation, but there comes a point and time when the referee just has to do something!

BUBBA J: The Dark Phoenix has gotten under Rob’s skin and he is just crafty enough(like Rob) this could be a good match if they ever face off!

Phoenix goes for a cover… FINALLY!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Lee did not kick out… but Phoenix stood up. He’s not done!

BUBBA J: Phoenix letting his anger get the best of him and showing Dark Phoenix who he is messing with; a great way to prove his point.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But enough is enough.

CHAD KURTIS: I agree.

Phoenix puts Lee on the top-rope but has no idea where he actually is at the moment. Phoenix jumps off…

SUPER FLAME!

But Rob isn’t finished as he climbs back up, diving off with The Ashes to finish Bobby Lee off.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING…

The lights go out and flames flicker on Megavision. Similtaneously flames flicker below Megavision as a real fire is set inside, or it appears to be a real fire. A smokey smell permiates the building, causing a bunch of people to begin coughing. The flames build higher and higher on Megavision until a black bird, a Phoenix to be exact, flies up from the flames. The bird’s bright glowing red eyes glare at The Phoneix, as though he can see him, before flapping its black wings and flying off. As the bird exits the top of Megavision, flames erupt in the ring and Rob’s mask catches on fire as the lights come back up.

BUBBA J: I can’t see Rob standing for this much longer; Gordon better try and do something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I agree before he gets sued.
~Commercial for Aggression on Durham 8 TV~

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!” ICP blares across the speakers as the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions head out from behind the curtains and start handing out vintage Freak Show gifts to the crowd. A lot of people boo them but just as many love them for everything they bring to the table. The Freak is first to the ring as he flips into the ring. Shut Down follows as he steps over the top rope with ease. The Freak grabs the mic from the lovely Jenny Jersey.

The Freak: Jesse, El Gato, you lose. If we’ve said it once we’ve said it a thousand times; never trust a Carney. You came out and gave us your very best and it simply wasn’t good enough. Well maybe one day you guys will make it to the top but until then, it’s been fun. But we’re not here to talk about the Tex-Mex Express. So by now I’m sure everyone has heard that our contract expired last Friday. Yet here we stand before you as your REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions of the World!

The Freak hands the mic over to Shut Down.

Shut Down: Now Larry has done everything he could to get us to resign the dotted line and keep us all to himself. He’s offered to double our salary. He put in bonus incentives and a larger cut of the merchandizing. He’s gone and made it very hard to say no.

Freak takes the mic back.

The Freak: But our time here in REBEL Pro has come to an end. For how long, well we can’t rightfully say. Where are we going? Well it was our original plan to head to Japan to further our skills and careers there but given recent events, wrestling should be the last things on their minds. However we still do plan on heading to the land of the rising sun. just not to wrestle; at least not until we’ve done everything in our power to help those guys out in what ever way we can.

Back to Shut Down.

Shut Down: Now I know REBEL fans and wrestlers our the best in the world so as we leave we ask that you donate what ever you can to help the recovery and rescue efforts over in Japan. And I know that this might cost us a lawsuit but Larry, we’re not giving you these belts back. In fact as of midnight tonight they will be on E-Bay and The Freak and myself will be donating the proceedes to The Red Cross. Good bye our friends. We will return one day but until then remember that life is a joke.

The Freak: So shut up and laugh, Stupid.

ICP hits up again as the now former Tag Team Champions make their way to the back with the crowd chanting “Please Don’t Go”.

~Commercial Break advertising Blazenwing Wrestling Federation’s No Asylum~

“Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Cold Play booms into life in the speakers as the fans give this man and his manager a rousending shower of boos, but he pays little attention.

JENNY JERSEY: From Montreal Quebec, Canada; he stands at six feet three inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… he is accompanied to the ring by Tamika Nash Strader… SIMON KALIS!

Simon steps through the ropes and glares first at Bubba J, then the crowd, before kissing Tamika on the cheek and preparing for the match.

“Wake Up” by Arcade Fire hits up in the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: From Eerie, Indiana; he stands at five feet eight inches while weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… “AVERAGE” JOE SMYTHE!

Sure enough, Smythe appears at the top of the aisle to an average pop from the audience as he begins his trek to the ring. He glad-hands the fans along the
way before climbing in through the middle ropes and we’re ready for action.

DING DING

The bell sounds as both competitors come together in the center of the ring. Smythe is standing in front of Kalis as they grapple with a collar and elbow
tie-up, and Smythe immediately gains the upper hand by slipping around the back. He has his opponent in a rear waist lock before taking him down to the
canvas with a belly-to-back takedown. A side headlock follows as Simon is lifted back to his feet – and he fires a few elbows to the midsection of Average Joe.

BUBBA J: I look for this coward Kalis to probably turn tail and run if Joe is able to get much more of an advantage.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think he is the kind of person to run.

BUBBA J: Right, he’ll pull a Chad Kurtis.

CHAD KURTIS: Will you get off my back?!

BUBBA J: Why, that gonna hurt next?

Smythe is forced to release the headlock as his opponent runs against the ropes– straight into a shoulder tackle! Kalis falls to the mat and even manages
to kick Joe away as the average man moved towards him, all before getting back to his feet. Smythe rushes towards him again, but “The Cult Hero” Kalis manages
to dodge out of the way as Joe suddenly finds himself against the ropes. A few rights from Kalis find their spot, leaving
the average man reeling. Simon goes for an Irish whip before executing a drop-toe hold, and Joe finds himself strung out on the middle rope. Simon goes
against the ropes himself, trying to build some speed up as he –slides out of the ring?

CHAD KURTIS: Kalis with a hangman on the middle rope!

BUBBA J: Hurts your neck just seeing it, doesn’t it?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sit down Chad, no need to give him what he wants.

BUBBA J: You got beer Chad? I may have found that I like you a tiny bit if that’s the case.

Smythe clambers back to his feet, but Simon is ready and waiting on the apron. SPRINGBOARD FLIPPING SENTON! And he takes the average man
down before going for the first cover–getting a two count before Smythe powers out!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The rookie, Smythe appears to be having a hard time keeping up with the offense that Simon Kalis is mounting here tonight, but I suspect
there’s plenty more left to run in this match for him to show what he’s got.

BUBBA J: Ah, its just average though.

CHAD KURTIS: Much like your career, huh?

Both men scramble back to their feet, Simon getting there first as he connects with a boot to the gut, doubling “Average” Joe over and a swinging neckbreaker–NO!
Smythe blocks with a punch to the stomach and a Northern Lights release suplex! With enough power to send Simon half way across the ring, landing somewhere
near the turnbuckle. Smythe is straight back up as he lifts Kalis back to his feet and in the corner– thrusting shoulder to the gut! The crowd cheer
along as Smythe uses his average figure to knock the wind out of the REBEL Pro newcomer before referee Jimmy Johnson
eventually calls for the break. Smythe complies with the official’s order, allowing Kalis to stumble out of the corner and right into an overhead belly-to-belly
suplex! Joe drops down to cover his opponent.
ONE!

TWNOOO!
Kickout by Simon Kalis!

CHAD KURTIS: Simon kicking out, but he may not have if Joe had hooked the leg.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’ll learn and until the mean time Simon will take advantage of his averageness.

BUBBA J: Averageness?

Simon is slow to get back to a vertical base, but Smythe is there to help. He pushes him back against the corner before the average man unleashes an average knife-edge chop to the chest – drawing a “whoo” from the Carolina crowd! And a second, a third, fourth, fifth, sixth – each one eliciting a “smack” as
it lands. Eventually, Smythe seems to have had enough as he drags his opponent out of the corner. An Irish whip sends Simon across the ring–but the
wrestling veteran hooks his arms on the rope–and Smythe charges in like an average angry bull … LOWBALLED! Kalis drops the top rope and Joe tumbles over,
landing on the hard floor outside of the ring!
He may still be feeling those shoulder thrusts from earlier, but Simon Kalis is back on his feet. His opponent in on the outside, slowly working his way
back to a vertical base with the aid of the guard rails … So there’s only one thing for a daredevil to do. Kalis runs against the far ropes–SUICIDE
DIVE!

BUBBA J: As much as I hate this fucker, he is a daredevil as he just proved.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon, not aring about the crowd, gets a HThat Was Awesome chant from them anyways.

CHAD KURTIS: Bubba J, does it burn you a little bit to see Simon in a Rebel Pro ring?

BUBBA J: As much as it does to know you are just faking and drawing a paycheck.

Both men are down on the outside now. Smythe is holding his back after crashing against the steel railing, Kalis is just hurt. He probably wasn’t expecting
his return to the ring to be such a physically gruelling encounter. The crowd near the action are on their feet, cheering Smythe on – but it’s Simon
Kalis who gets up first. He’s soon followed by Joe, but the interval is enough to give Kalis time to land a few more right hand shots to the
cranium before hitting a side Russian leg sw–NO! Joe pushes his opponent away as Joe hits the ring apron. He staggers backwards as Smythe
lifts him up for a back suplex–NO! Simon flips down the back– SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP ON THE OUTSIDE!
But Kalis appears to be tiring, and fast. Smythe is down, holding the back of his head, but even he’s dragging himself back up to his feet. And “The Average One”
is back to a vertical base before Simon Kalis. “The Cult Hero”, who has been using the ring apron to get back up, does so a few moments after
his opponent – as he gets clobbered by an axhandle to the back. Smythe rolls his opponent back into the ring, sliding in himself after as the action returns
to the squared circle. The average man yanks Simon back up so he’s standing before pushing him back against the corner again. And he unleashes more shoulder
thrusts to the gut, really trying to take the wind out of the sails of his opponent. Jimmy Johnson stands near the corner, watching the action unfold. Simon steps out from the corner as his opponent ducks behind him–THE ORDER NEVER DIES! Lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

BUBBA J: Out of nowhere, Simon pulls out the victory.

Simon rolls off Joe and up to his feet.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, in his first Rebel Pro match… Simon Kalis!

Simon gets his hand up in the air, looking down at “Average” Joe Smythe before a wicked grin crosses his features and Tamika Nash Strader slides a chair into the ring.

CHAD KURTIS: Come on, the match is over, what is he doing?

BUBBA J: What Simon does best attacking a man when he’s down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s bringing Joe up to the top rope!

Simon leaps off driving Joe through the chair with Sentencing of the Damned! Joe flops on the mat, something must be hurt. Jimmy Johnson is there as the bell continues to ring.

DING DING DING DING DING DING

Simon steps out of the ring, smirking at the crowd and mouthing “Told you so.” and walking backstage with Tamika under his arm.

CHAD KURTIS: Joe isn’t moving!

BUBBA J: This is uncalled for!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon leaving his mark on Rebel Pro in his first match, what does the rest of his career here hold in store?

~Commercial for Victory Wrestling~

“I’m A Rebel hits up in the speakers and from the back to a nice sized crowd pop is Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Larry glad hands te fans who reach out just to touch somebody and he steps into the ring, requesting the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I heard that Gordon may be making an announcement tonight.

Gordon clears his throat and takes a look at the fans in attendence.

“As you all saw earlier, The Freak Show have vacated the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship…”

The fans boo, not at The Freak Show but at them leaving.

“And have left Rebel Pro to head over to Japan…”

Another round of booing, Gordon nods his agreement.

“I agree because with them leaving, no matter how much I can agree with their reasoning…”

Gordon looks a bit sad at what he is thinking in his head.

“The Rebel Pro Tag Team Division is gone.”

A startled gasp from the fans as well as the announcers.

“I hate to do it, but there aren’t many tag teams willing to compete anymore, whether in a big federation or in any indy fed.”

He begins to pace slowly.

“I thought that maybe we could keep it alive with Tex Mex Express and Big Boss Riders, but El Gato was severely injured at March Madness and Jesse James Hank Williams suffered a broken leg during the match.”

The crowd can’t believe their ears.

“So, I have no choice now but to declare the Rebel Pro Tag Team Division and subsequent Championship… on hiatus.”

He holds up a hand.

“But names like The Black Underground Railroad, Great Alaskan Ninjas, Bluegrass Mafia, version 1 and 2, and other greats will never die here in Rebel Pro… their history will remain in tact for as long as Rebel Pro remains alive and doing well!”

The fans get behind Larry slowly, but they do get behind him.

“With Rebel Pro joining the AOWF federation conglomerate, Rebel Pro will be sending a team to compete in that division as long as it may remain active. Rebel Pro is not dead, Rebel Pro is not dying, because by gawd we are still alive and kicking!”

The fans roar their agreement!

“Now since we’ve had the bad news, how about a little good news?”

The fans want some good news and wait.

“It seems to me that Rebel’s birthday is coming up…”

The fans start to get rowdy(in a good way) again.

“And it seems that we need to give you all a great birthday present…”

Even louder cheering.

“So on April 1, 2011 Rebel Pro will be holding Birthday Bash 2011… outside…”

The fans quiet, not much of a birthday present; Gordon holdsup his hand to quiet them a bit more.

“No, that isn’t all of the present. There will only be one match on the card…”

The fans go silent, some damn present is their mood.

“But both titles will be on the line! We will be having a 3 Kingdom of Destruction match!”

The fans begin to pick up their cheering.

“Three levels of barbed wire wrapped steel cage. The wrestlers can use anything inside the cage, to advance to the next level. The World Title will rest in the top cage and the door will not be unlocked until someone has grabbed the Aggression title.”

The fans yell at the thoughts of such a match, but Gordon holds up a hand.

“However, just getting your hands on the belt is not enough. You must escape through the entire active roster and make it out of the door in order to be declared the Aggression Champion or World Champion.”

The fans are on their feet, yelling, cheering, clapping, anything they can do to make noise. Gordon holds up another hand.

“There will be a few surprise entrants in the match and will have just as much a chance to win either title as anyone else.”

He looks around.

“Happy Birthday Rebel and fans, enjoy your main event!”

With that, and the loud cheering from the fans, Gordon steps through the ropes and heads towards the back. But is stopped when Megavision comes on.

~MEGAVISION~

A dice rolls from the bottom left hand corner to land with a “G”, other dice roll to reveal…

“A”, “M”, “E”,

Then a blank dice rolls up, creating a gap before other dice roll into the frame.

“S”, “T”, “A”, “R”, “T”

Then a scrolling text reads…

“41201114″

A voice resembling a computer or a robot.

“On that day, the game begins again. The start button will be pressed. The stars of Rebel Pro will realize their game is over, while mine is just beginning.”

Gordon watches until the screen fades and we fade to commercial.

~Commercial for PWA’s Who’s The Man? ppv~

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is your Main Event of the evening…

“Judith” hits up on the sound system as from the back comes Jason Christopher to a large amount of booing.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring standing at six feet one inch and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… “The Second Coming” JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason steps down the aisle and up the steps before climbing into the ring.

“She Wolf” by Shakira hits up on the sound system.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent now making her way to the ring standing at five feet six inches and weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds… “The Emerald Phoenix” EMILY CORLEN!

Emily bursts from the back, glad handing fans as she slides in under the bottom rope and leaping up to her feet.

BUBBA J: Emily Corlen is in her first match here in Rebel Pro and already main eventing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well, a bunch of people needed the week off after that hardcore supershow last week.

BUBBA J: True and they were actually hurt, unlike our broadcast partner.

DING DING

The bell rings and the match begins. Both wrestlers charge each other off the bat and Jason Christopher lands a clothesline that sends Emily Corlen to the canvas. Corlen
gets to her feet gingerly and Jason Christopher comes charging again, big boot! Emily goes down to the mat for a second time early on. Christopher mounts Corlenand begins
sending right hands to her face. Jason Christopher lands several rights and lifts Corlen to her feet.
Irish whip, spine buster! Emily Corlen is planted in the center of the ring and Jason Christopher is dominating from the start of this match. Jason grabs Emily by
the head and begins to bring her to her feet. Emily is on one knee and lands a right hand to Jason’s abdomen, and second, and a third. Emily is on her
feet and begins sending rights to Jason’s face and Jason Christopher begins stumbling backwards against the ropes. Emily runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes,
sidewalk slam by Jason Christopher stops her comeback cold. Christopher doesn’t let her even get a chance to breathe as he begins laying in stomps to Corlen’s torso.

BUBBA J: Jason Christopher in firm control, but don’t count Emily out she is a pistol in that ring.

CHAD KURTIS: Much more than you and you being a BB gun huh?

BUBBA J: I’m about five seconds from kicking your fake crippled ass.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guys, the match!

Corlen is brought to her feet again and is taken to the corner where Jason Christopher drives his shoulder into her ribs. She is being bulldozed early on in this
match. Christopher whips her across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, no. Corlen reverses the Irish Whip and Jason Christopher hits the turnbuckle hard. Emily charges
and lands a running splash on Jason Christopher, backs away from the corner and looks physically exhausted. Corlen is walking gingerly in the ring. She takes Jason Christopher out of the corner and plants him in the center of the ring with a big DDT!

BUBBA J: That may be the opening Emily Corlen needed!

Jason Christopher is down in the center of the ring and Emily Corlen goes to the ring apron to set up for a springboard move. She stands on the ring apron and
the REBEL fans begin to cheer her on and she plays to their cheers by telling them to be louder. Jason Christopher gets to his feet, she jumps and hits the ropes,
crossbody block! No! Jason Christopher has caught Emily Corlen in midair. Fall away slam!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Open, CLOSED!

CHAD KURTIS: Emily Corlen not all there, must be some ring rust she’s trying to shake off.

BUBBA J: Either that, or Jason Christopher is just so damn good!

Emily hit the mat with authority after that fall away slam by Jason Christopher. Emily gets to her feet and Jason Christopher grabs her and whips her across the ring. Off
the rebound, back body drop by Christopher puts her back down. Christopher begins to stomp her torso again, however, this time Corlen rolls out of the way and
out of the ring. Referee Alan Stone watches on. Emily regains her bearings on the outside of the ring as Jason Christopher waits with anticipation in
the ring. Emily rolls into the ring after a bit and Jason Christopher charges. Big clothesline

no!

Emily ducks under, runs, and bounces off the ropes at the other side of the ring, leaping elbow sends Jason Christopher down. She runs against the ropes again
and lands a standing moonsault on the prone Jason Christopher. Corlen heads to the top rope now. The REBEL fans get loud at the sight of Emily Corlen on the top
rope. She gets on the top turnbuckle, but doesn’t look as sure footed as she normally does on there. Emily leaps, diving elbow, Jason Christopher rolls out
of the way! Jason gets to his feet, scoops Emily off the mat, release German suplex!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily Corlen landed right on her head there, she may have a concussion after that!

BUBBA J: She is tough, I wouldn’t count her out yet; besides look at that figure.

CHAD KURTIS: How do we put up with you?

Jason Christopher smells even more blood in the water as Emily Corlen holds her head after taking that German suplex. Christopher scoops Emily off the mat and shoots a
couple of rights to her face and then whips her into the ropes. Off the rebound Jason Christopher grabs her, belly-to-belly suplex sends Emily Corlen across the
ring. She crawls over to the ropes, grabs the second rope and begins to get herself to her feet. Emily shakes the cobwebs and Jason Christopher whips her across
the ring again, no, Corlen reverses it. No again! Jason uses his strength and prevents her from reversing the Irish Whip and sends Emily into the ropes.
Jason goes for a clothesline, but Emily ducks underneath and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Jason Christopher turns around and off the rebound—

BLAZE KICK!

Emily lands a right to the face of Jason Christopher, Jason ducks, full nelson, Dragon suplex! Emily lands a neckbreaker in the middle of the ring. Emily runs at the ropes and lands a leg drop on Jason Christopher. Corlen
brings Jason to his feet and shoots several rights to the face, pushing Jason Christopher against the ropes. Corlen grabs his hand, whips him across the ring, drop
toehold. Christopher hits the mat face first and Corlen hops up to the second rope, another leg drop! She goes to the ring apron again and waits for him to get
onto his feet. Emily tells the REBEL fans to get loud, and they do. Jason Christopher gets to his feet, Emily Corlen hops onto the ropes, springboard hurricanrana! Emily gets back up to her feet before hitting the ropes and lands a
springboard moonsault onto Jason Christopher, and she then quickly follows it up with a reverse DDT! Emily is on a roll right now and heads up to the top turnbuckle.

Solar Flare!

BUBBA J: Emily is on a roll now and is very hot!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is that all you think about?

BUBBA J: I mean she is on fire, she took all that damage and is now on a roll… damn pervert.

CHAD KURTIS: Emily showing a resilence that anyone should be proud to have.

BUBBA J: Make you jealous?
Emily lands it, but no cover? She signals for Jason to get to his feet, and the REBEL fans are blowing the roof off the building! Christopher uses the ropes to get to his vertical base. Emily Corlen sends a boot to the gut, sets up for the Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust!

BUBBA J: She nails it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Does Jason have enough to get a shoulder up?

One!

Two!

Three!

BUBBA J: Nope.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Emerald Phoenix”… Emily Corlen!

CHAD KURTIS: What a debut match from Emily here tonight, she put on a superb performance!

MIKEY MASSACRE: She took a ton of punishment in the early going but fought back and was able to get the victory.

BUBBA J: I knew she could.

{fade}

~Commercial for Birthday Bash 20111~

March Madness 2011

~Megavision~

A hop, skip and jump into focus brings us to just outside the arena for tonight’s Rebel Pro event. We’re just in time to see Johnny Maverick pull up on his fancy Captain America themed Chopper (the bike, not the helicopter. Turning up in a vehicle like that would be ridiculous). He parks, kicks down the stand and doesn’t take off his helmet because he’s not wearing one, what with being equal parts noble and badass.

He then turns his head toward the building and takes a drag off the air, savouring the moment.

It’s all very dramatic, and needs something to lighten the mood.

Conveniently then, an unearthly rumbling noise draws the camera off of Maverick and onto the pitch black, four wheeled, armour plated monstrosity dragging its way toward us, baring its teeth and blazing red eyes. The ears hanging off it are a little less intimidating.

It comes dangerously close to giving us a very one sided main event before taking a sharp handbrake turn and pausing in front of Maverick, who barely even blinks. This is likely due to the large pink LIZATANNA splattered across its side and emblazoned with stars for good measure. She always did like stars.

There’s a good few seconds before it finally makes a noise, a tremendous honk of its horn that ranges somewhere on a growl if APCs could growl, and cause Johnny to give it a gentle wave in reply. Shortly after, the hatch pops open.

LIZATANNA: What’s up Jizz-Mizzle! How do you like The Bunny Rabbit? Pretty sweet, huh?

Johnny let’s out a whistle that gets completely drowned under the roar of the engine. She doesn’t bother to turn it off.

LIZATANNA: So… you know how your career in Rebel has been made up of continuous failures every time you get near a world title?

Johnny nods and gives a look that seems to imply he’d rather not think about.

LIZATANNA: Your whole career in fact. Just one long string of fuck ups.

Liza gaves off to the stars for a moment. There’s probably a montage playing in her head. A montage of Jacob Venar, Riona Langly and JT Whiplash and various others kicking his ass. It’s a montage he’d rather she not be watching, and so he snaps his fingers to bring her back around.

LIZATANNA: ANYWAY! I figured you could use an added incentive. So if you win tonight… I’m totally going to flash you my boobs.

For a man who sees a fair amount of free boob, the idea of winning some boob seems to peak his interest. He doesn’t seem to notice that her fingers are crossed.

LIZATANNA: And if you lose again.

She pats the side of the Bunny Rabbit.

LIZATANNA: I’m going to run you over.

Liza doesn’t bother to cross her fingers this time.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Ok…

Johnny takes a second to scratch his head.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: So… you alone in there.

LIZATANNA: Yeah. I invited Spyke… Man. Spykeman, but I guess he decided against it. I guess he hates you or something.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Oh.

He looks a little disappointed.

JOHNNY MAVERICK: Well, thanks. And good luck tonight. Oh, and try not to drive through the wall or anything before I break off both Vener’s arms.

LIZATANNA: Don’t worry; I’m your wingman Maverick.

She gives him a salute, having wanted to say that for a fairly long time. In reply he gives her a wave and walks off toward the building; Liza thinks about parking and we cut back inside.

Brand new and silvery barbed wire creeps across the screen as the guitar chords to Johnny Cash’s version of “Hurt” begins to fill the speakers of the television in your home, the speakers on your computer, and in the speakers in the arena. Megavision is on and the crowd is pumped but you don’t hear any of that, all you hear is the guitar being played.

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain

Jason Christopher is shown standing in the what appears to be an abandoned church as he speaks silently to his opponents this week.

the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting

Average Joe Smythe steps through the door at the Rebel Arena, looking up into the camera that is trained on him as he comes to work in Rebel Pro for the first time in his career.

try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend

Fans are shown standing outside as they wait to come into the building and the silvery strands of barbed wire continually wind around and around the screen like some sharp snake.

everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

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

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

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

I will let you down
I will make you hurt


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

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts

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 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.

Jaice rolled through sprung off the middle rope and delivered a hurricanrana to Lizatanna! But she 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 cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

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.

what have I become?
my sweetest friend


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!

everyone I know
goes away in the end


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!

and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

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!

I will let you down
I will make you hurt


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!!!!!!!!!!

if I could start again
a million miles away

Maverick with the cover!!

One!

Two!

Three!

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!

I would keep myself

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.

I would find a way

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.

Johnny looks down at Venar, a smile creeping across his face as the clip fades away to the March Madness 2011 logo.

The shot cuts live with a set of red, orange, green, and blue pyros as the crowd jump up to their the Rebel Pro crowd up on their feet and having packed out the Rebel Arena! Each fan is up and on their feet, old, young, middle aged; it doesn’t matter and the building’s walls reverberate with the sound of their chant…

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

BUBBA J: The crowd is in a frenzy folks so lets get right down to the action that we all know you are waiting for. Joining me here tonight on the announce team is Rebel Pro Triple Crown winner and Rebel Icon… Mikey Massacre!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thank you Bubba J!

I haven’t seen the fans this pumped up for a show in a very long time! We’ve got exciting action set for you all tonight!

BUBBA J: Then lets get to it!

CHAD KURTIS: What about introducing me Bubba J?

BUBBA J: Haven’t you learned by now that no one really cares about you? But to sooth your ego… her’s the Faker, the not gonna maker, the I Cannot, the No Show… Chad Kurtis.

CHAD KURTIS: Asshole.

BUBBA J: You make me blush with talk like that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fans, we unfortunately are unable to have the promised Big Bo$$ Rider$ vs Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 match here tonight.

BUBBA J: What happened there Chad?

CHAD KURTIS: Matthew and J-Kurt’s flight was canceled mysteriously.

Bubba J laughs lightly into the microphone.

BUBBA J(sneakily curious): Why? How did that happen?

He laughs again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: As far as TJ and BG Robinson someone totally demolished and disabled their ride so they were unable to make it to the arena as well.

Bubba J once again laughs.

CHAD KURTIS: Bubba?

BUBBA J: I swear, it wasn’tme, I was too busy on the phon… hey lets get to wrestling!

Aggression Title Gauntlet Match 1
-Fans Bring The Weapons Match-
Jaice Wilds vs Darth Zwart

Darth Zwart came out as usual to no music, no pomp and circumstance, just his normal entrance; his manager in toe. Darth stepped into the ring after receiving a light sabre from a fan that glued glass and thumbtacks to the sabre’s red surface. Zwart experimentally swung the weapon and nodded his thanks to the fan before removing his usual attire to reveal his normal wrestling gear. After this display, the hardcore flying Brazilian came down to the ring and received a steel chair with a picture of Zwart’s face on it. The two met in the ring and the match began in earnest. Zwart backed his opponent into the corner where he delivered knee shots for about thirty seconds having caught Jaice off guard. Zwart whipped Jaice into the ropes, but Wilds turned the tables by kicking Zwart’s legs out from under him and flipping down with a leg drop. Jaice grabbed the steel chair nailing Zwart in the face with the weapon, crumpling the picture of him inwards. Jaice backed Zwart into the corner, climbing up and pounding down with the chair into Zwart’s head with abandon as he wants to move on to the next part of this gauntlet. Zwart threw Jaice off with a spinebuster and followed it up with a leg drop off the ropes. Wilds rolled up to his feet and received a big gigantic freaking boot to the face that flipped him over in the ring. Zwart was off the ropes again with a leaping knee drop onto Jaice’s head, but Wilds was able to roll out of the way and up to his feet. Jaice then unleashed a series of kicks and punches to back Zart into the ropes. Jaice with an Irish whip sent Zwart running and he rolled forward and up with the chair to smash it right into Zwart’s face. The shot knocked Zwart backwards and Jaice tripped him up with a drop toe hold that slammed his face into the steel chair. But Zwart was far from finished as he kicked out of a pin attempt and chokeslammed Jaice on the outside of the ring and launched himself off the top turnbuckle connecting with a moonsault into a leg drop. This was almost enough to get a pin for Zwart, but Jaice managed to barely get a shoulder up and continue. Zwart punished him with the light sabre, dragging it down his face and chest, before slamming it repeatedly on his back to create small rivers of blood all over his flesh. Jaice looked like a wreck and Darth seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Darth got a weapon from his manager and slammed the coffee cup into his face before turning to hit his finisher, The Dark Side(jackhammer). Jaice countered with an inverted DDT that sent Darth’s head into the steel chair. Jaice went on to nail him with a crutch covered in thumbtacks and pounded his chest and back with a road sign that a fan swore he got from someone else . Darth rolled over to his knees and forearms, but Jaice was there and waiting to deliver a Shining Wizard when Darth gave him a launching platform. Jaice went on to hit a moonsault sending Darth through a chair of tables, a body slam on top of a table, and a front flipping chair assisted leg drop through the same table. However when he made the cover he only got a count of two as Darth seemed to be determined to make it to face Lizatanna in the next match. Jaice set up another table with a tangle of barbed wire and a ton of light tubes all through it. Jaice rolled Darth up to his feet, but the big man shot a double fist up into Jaice’s jewels and got the advantage back. Darth lifted Jaice up, noticed the light tubes and laughed as he drove him through all of it and stepped onto his face for the pin after hitting “The Dark Side.” After the match Darth Zwart removed his outfit, his mask and all other apparel and revealed himself to be Vincent Black! The crowd erupted with boos, but Bubba J laughed at the Announcers’ table saying that he knew the entire time. Vincent looked at the back and motioned for Lizatanna! to come on down and feel his wrath. Black sent David packing after nailing The New Hope and he promptly threw Jaice over the top rope and to the outside.

Winner: Darth Zwart
Fan Reaction: Loved the match, they made fun of Zwart and cheered Jaice Wilds the entire time. They loved the hardcore aspect and had a ton of weapons that were never used in the match, and just as many were used. The fans were shocked that Darth Zwart was Vincent Black and immediately threw trash into the ring when he revealed himself.

Aggression Title Match 2
-Falls Count Anywhere-

Vincent Black, not Darth Zwart stood in the ring and even though Darth Zwart was supposed to get the shot, since he was Vincent Black, or actually Vincent Black was Zwart he receives the shot. Lizatanna! came out to her music and wearing a top hat for her usual, yet not so usual appearance. Vincent tried to use his strength to overpower the much smaller, yet much faster opponent in Lizatanna! but she was too quick and nailed him in the back of the knees with a kick sending him into the ropes. Lizatanna! pressed her advantage by speeding up her attack with kicks, chops, and all around brutul quickness. Lizatanna! was much fresher and that combined with her size had Vincent on the retreat from the sound of the bell as she started her attack. However Vincent would get back into the match with a thumb to the eyes and a second to the other eye for good measure to blind the Aggression Champion and get him some time. Black slammed his knees into Lizatanna! repeatedly throwing his weight and height to his advantage and literally throwing Lizatanna around as he was wearing her down. Black held her aloft with a double choke lift and then slammed her to the canvas on her ass to wear her down even more. As Lizatanna sat there Black rammed his foot into her mouth after bouncing off the ropes. Black continued to press his advantage with right after right and a multitude of suplexes and folling it up with a New Hope attempt. However, Lizaanna was not ready to give up her title just yet and managed to throw some silver magic powder(that resembled white powder with silver glitter in it) into Vincent’s face blinding him in return. Lizatanna bounced off the top rope to grab Vincent by the black of the skull and drive him face first into her knee on the canvas. Lizatanna then climbed to the top turnbuckle, driving an elbow into Vincent’s skull for a sort of parting shot to try and secure the win. Lizatanna pulled Vincent up to his knees, him still trying to wipe the “Magic Powder” out of his eyes, but the roundhouse kick caught him squarely on the noes and Vincent Black literally never saw it coming. Lizatanna made the cover and got the win.

Winner: Lizatanna! and she retains the Rebel Pro Aggression Championship.
Fan Reaction: A bit disappointed at the shortness of the match and wanting it to go more places than just inside the ring. However, they always like to watch Vincent get beat ever since him and Bubba J formed “Hardcore Entertainment” back in 2008. Fans also happy that Lizatanna! retains as she is witty and funny.

~A briefcase sits on the table, it is the same table as before, but also as before the numerals on the case’s lock has changed. The numbers now read “41201121″, but something else changes as a computerized voice comes over the speakers…

“Start Game Now.”~

‘Judith’ By a Perfect Circle begins to play and Jason Christopher comes out to a throng of boos. He attempts to offer several members of the audience communion wafers but they turn them down.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Leather Strap Match! Introducing first, from Mobile, Alabama. The Second Coming… JASON CHRISTOPHER!

Jason enters the ring and gives a very ‘holier than thou’ look to the audience as his music dies down.

CHAD KURTIS: Oh great. First a Sith lord and now Jesus Jr. Wow.

‘Wake Up’ By Arcade Fire begins to play and out steps ‘Average’ Joe. The audience is applauding halfheartedly.

JENNY JERSEY: And from Eerie, Indiana weighing in at a very average 230 pounds…. ‘Average’ Jim Smith.

Someone whispers into Jennys ear.

JENNY JERSEY: I mean…Joe Smythe!

Joe waves nonchalantly to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

We start to hear ‘The Pink Panther Theme’ but it is cut short as the big Aggression screen cuts to backstage, where we find Johnny Maverick, Ash Nukem, Duff Cote D’Ivoire, and Xan Vaxman are slugging it out with ‘The Pantheon’ (minus Rob Robinson)

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, The A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S. are in the building! And they’re taking the fight to the Pantheon!

BUBBA J: The who?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Some PWA group. I imagine they are in some sort of feud with them over in that other company. I don’t know, I don’t watch that show.

When security arrives, the A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S. are quick to spread out since most of them don’t work there and could actually get in serious trouble. Johnny doesn’t give a damn as he finishes stuffing ‘Fantastic’ Andy Strickland in a garbage bag. He’s also wearing a ‘Phoenix’ mask he bought at the merch stand. He walks away casually and we are left with Scottie Snow completely unconscious on the ground. We hear Johnnys motorcycle start up as he thinks he might be able to make it to Taco Bell and back in time for his match.

The ref shrugs and has Jason and Joe put on the leather strap and calls for the opening bell.

BUBBA J: Well, looks like this is just gonna be one on one.

Our two opponents circle each other for a moment before they meet in a collar and elbow tie up. JChrist easily powers Joe into the corner and chops Joe hard on the chest. Joe responds by grabbing some of the slack from the leather strap and whipping JChrist on the side of the face. Jchrist backs off and holds his face before he stops and turns his other cheek to Joe.

CHAD KURTIS: Oh you can’t be serious…

Joe shrugs and rears back to whip him again, but JChrist quickly wraps his arms around Joe and tosses him with a belly-to-belly suplex! JChrist goes for a quick cover but Joe kicks out almost instantly to an average smattering of applause from the audience. Joe ties up with JChrist once more and JChrist quickly turns that into a side headlock. Joe elbows JChrist in the gut a few times and manages to push free of JChrist, the two attempt a dropkick at the same time and miss each other, but jChrist is a little quicker getting up to his feet and and takes hold of Joes leg, quickly rolling over into a single leg crab! Joe shouts in pain as JChrist has the hold cinched in tight, but Joe tosses back some of the slack of the leather strap and after a few tries he manages to get it around JChrists neck! He starts pulling hard, choking JChrist out. JChrist is forced to relinquish the hold but Joe keeps right on choking him out with the leather strap. With his breath leaving him, JChrist manages the energy to nail Joe with a european uppercut that makes him back off. JChrist takes a moment to catch his breath as Joe is a bit slow to get up as all the maneuvering has left him a bit tangled in the strap. A fan throws a chair into the ring and it gives Joe a bright idea.

Joe takes a shoe off and throws it at Jchrist. JChrist looks more confused than hurt. He starts to run after Joe but Joe remains just out of reach, finally JChrist yanks Joe towards him with the leather strap but this proves to a mistake as Joe comes at him with a clothesline! The momentum takes both of them over the top rope and onto the concrete. Joe and JChrist are slow to get to their feet but when they do they start slugging it out. Joe whips Jchrist into the barricade and a few of the fans grab onto him.

A member of the audience puts a crown of thorns on JChrist! Average Joe yanks JChrist over to him using the Leather strap and catches him before planting his skull into the cement with a DDT. The audience cheers, but not too much. Joe is able to get JChrist up and rolls him into the ring. He rolls in and makes a cover.

1…2…Thr-NO! As if ressurected, JChrist kicks out of the pin! Joe shakes his head in disbelief as JChrist rises!

Joe throws a punch but JChrist catches it and takes Joe down with an over-the-shoulder arm drag and drops an elbow on him as soon as he’s down!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Passion of the JChrist is starting to show.

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, we are SO going to hell.

JChrist powers Joe back up to his feet and picks him up for what looks like a crucifix powerbomb. He bows his head and says a short prayer before piledriving Joe hard onto the mat! ALPHA AND OMEGA! He puts a foot on Joes chest and holds his hands together in prayer.

1…2…3!!!

The bell rings and JChrist is quick to try and free himself from the crown of thorns on his head.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, ‘The Second Coming’, Jason Christopher!

The referee raises Jasons hand in victory as Joe starts to come to, he gives a sort of ‘Aw Shucks’ sigh as he looks around. He undoes the leather strap on his arm and walks to the back, leaving JChrist to celebrate.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Big win for this new guy. Couple more like that and he could make a believer out of me.

~We cut to a commercial for JOHNNY MAVERICK BRAND CONDOMS! For the Sadistic Sex Symbol in all of us.~

The Final Countdown starts to play, but the Phoenix doesn’t give his customary pause to let the music build, he heads right to the ring, surrounded by security.

Phoenix: Ok, I’m getting sick and tired of this. For weeks now, Larry Gordon has allowed an imposter Phoenix to run roughshod in Rebel Pro. This is the same imposter Phoenix that has done everything he can to avoid coming face to face with me. I don’t know who the fake Phoenix is, but here’s what I do know: he hates me. Ok, I get it. To get to the status I’ve achieved, well, you don’t do that without making enemies. I’ve stepped on a lot of people to become the most decorated wrestler in PWA history. I stepped on a lot of people to make the PWA the biggest wrestling promotion on the planet. And I sure as hell stepped on a lot of people here in Rebel Pro. It would be a lot easier to make a list of people that didn’t want to set me on fire.

Phoenix: And don’t think this bozo is the first guy that decided to make his name at my expense. The thing is DP, when people do that, they’re trying to make their own name, not rip off someone else’s. And to do that, you’ve got to actually beat me. But you can’t do that and you know it, so you do your little spooky magic tricks and try to intimidate me, but it doesn’t work. All it does is piss me off. I can’t believe I’m saying this after all the shitty things I’ve done in the past, but you… you’re actually giving a bad name to all the Phoenixes of the world. From me to the city to the online university, you’re making us all look bad.

Phoenix: Since we all know you’ll never face me, I’ve had to decide what to do about this. I thought about it long and hard while I ate lunch at Chick-Fil-A. As I was walking out, I saw a sign on the wall that inspired me. The sign said, “This Chick-Fil-A is proudly owned and operated by Jim Bob Smith”. As Rebel Pro fans know, the Phoenix is nothing if not a savvy businessman, so a light bulb instantly went on. Here’s the deal I’m willing to offer you, DP. You start paying me royalties, or franchise rights, to use my name, music, entrance, moves, and likeness. I’ll be generous and only require you pay me a third of your salary, or $250,000, whichever is less. That way you can fulfill your dream of being the “real” fake Phoenix, Larry Gordon will be happy because he’ll finally have a Phoenix worthy of Rebel Pro and the real Phoenix, yours truly, will be happy because I can finally be out of my contract here. Its win-win-win, baby.

Suddenly, the lights go out. Flames start to flicker on the Megavision screen.

BUBBA J: Do you smell smoke?

The flames on the screen turn darker than ever before and the phoenix (the bird, not the wrestler) on the screen grows larger than before. The lights come on and Robinson is standing in the ring, his security crew knocked out and covered in ashes. At the Phoenix’s feet is another pile of smoldering coals with a burnt mask on top.

“Higher hits up in the speakers as from the back comes the team of Tex Mex Express to a somewhat mixed reaction. There is especially some rough booing coming from a Spanish section of the crowd, more especially one particular fan in the front row.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers, coming in tonight at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty pounds… EL GATO and JESSE JAMES HANK WILLIAMS… TEX MEX EXPRESS!

Jesse walks over to the fan and begins jawing at him as El Gato drags him away and into the ring before their opponents come down.

“Oddities hits up in the arena and from the back to a mixed reaction, boos because of their attitude, but cheers for their antics is The Freak Show.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, they come in tonight at a total combined weight of five hundred pounds… THE FREAK and SHUT DOWN… THE FREAK SHOW!

They step into the ring and each discusses with their partner who is going to start and who is going to wait. Shut Down and El Gato step out of the ring and are handcuffed by Jenny Jersey, luck bastards.

DING DING

The two men to set off this Carnival of Carnage match are The Freak and Jesse James Hank Williams. Collar and elbow lock up center ring, JJHW with a wristlock into a hammerlock with a slap to the back of Freak’s head before he applies a side headlock. Freak shoves him into the ropes, rolling forward and springing up into a clothesline backing Williams up into the ropes. Jesse with a right hand, but Freak catches the wrist, bouncing off the ropes and coming over his head and down with a around the world type DDT to the canvas. Freak off the ropes, baseball slide right into the side of Williams’ face rolls him onto his back. Freak off the ropes again, springing to the top rope and back flipping with a moonsault onto Williams’ midsection and going for a cover, but Williams throws a shoulder up quickly.

CHAD KURTIS: Way too early for that here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: But that caused Williams a bit of energy.

BUBBA J: This should be an awesome match, but no team will ever be as good as Hardcore Entertainment in Rebel Pro… but Great Alaskan Ninja came close.

Freak pulls Jesse up to his feet, pounding him in the face with a quick series of rights and forearms to back him into the corner. Freak climbs up the turnbuckle pounding down into Jesse’s face with right after right.

SPANISH FAN: Kick his Mexican hating ass Freak!

Freak turns, stunned momentarily, just enough time for Jesse to shove him backwards and fall down with a sort of sit out spinebuster powerbomb combination. Jesse shakes his head before flipping the bird to the fan who accidentally helped him get the advantage back. Jesse pulls Freak up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes, back body dropping him onto his head.

BUBBA J: That… is gonna hurt.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Will he be the same after that?

CHAD KURTIS: Freak is a competitor, that won’t keep him down.

Jesse bounces off the ropes, slamming his leg across Freak’s throat in an effort to cut off his oxygen and maybe wear him down for a pin. Jesse rolls up to his feet, turning to El Gato.

“That’s how you do it you damn Border Jumper!”

El Gato points behind Jesse, but Freak is already there for a sweeping kick to the back of Jesse’s legs taking him down from behind Jesse falls forward a bit, but Freak quickly flips forward, kicking him right in the mouth with a roundhouse kick sending him falling backwards instead. Freak bounces up to the top turnbuckle, flipping off and driving an elbow into Jesse’s face. Freak slides out of the ring and plunders under the apron quickly, pulling out a Singapore cane!

CHAD KURTIS: A moment of showboating and Freak’s got the advantage back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like you’ve never showboated?

BUBBA J: Hell yeah he has, the damn faker.

Freak rolls back in holding the cane up for the crowd in a great immitation of another hardcore great. Jesse rolls up to his feet, holding at his mouth which has began to bleed at the corner. Jesse turns around, cane right to the nose! The nose bursts in a red flower causing him to stumble back in both pain and shock. Freak presses his advantage with another shot, this one to the inner thigh and dropping down to spin around with a shot right to the ribs of Jesse.

CHAD KURTIS: I.. am not faking Bubba!

BUBBA J: Fake and Shake or is it Shake and Fake?

Freak springs from the middle rope, catching Jesse around the head and placing the cane up under his chin/throat and coming down with a bulldog pretty much center ring. Freak up and on the top turnbuckle quickly. He leaps off with a shooting Star Press!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Impressive there!

CHAD KURTIS: I think he stole that from me.

BUBBA J: Regardless of what you think of yourself, not everyone worships you Your Fakeness.

Freak makes the cover, trying to get his tag partner in here so that they can finish the match off quickly to retain.

One!

Two!

Jesse throws a shoulder up, feeling the effects from the bulldog and subsequent shooting star press has taken its toll. Freak pulls him up, backing him into the ropes with a series of kicks, punches, and chops to all parts of his body.

CHAD KURTIS: Freak there with one of his favorite moves that he calls The Rush.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A vicious set of kicks, punches, and chops that both stun and weaken an opponent.

BUBBA J: Can you two fucktards be any more obvious?

Freak to the middle rope, flipping over Jesse’s head again and going for another bulldog!

CHAD KURTIS: Freak going for that move from earlier!

Jesse catches him around the waist, spinning and tossing him over the top rope to the outside! And the concrete floor below!

BUBBA J: It doesn’t pay off this time, but Freak is definitely on the outside looking in.

Freak lands hard on his hip and tries to roll up, but he just falls back down. Jesse hits the opposite ropes as both Shut Down and El Gato watch on unable to do anything. Jesse catches the rope and launches himself through with a dive to the outside that slams Freak’s back and head into the steel guard railing!

MIKEY MASSACRE: jJesse going for a high risk move and it pays off!

Jesse pulls Freak back up, breaking a bottle over his head and dragging it down Freak’s face to make him bleed for a bit. Jesse tosses the bottle away before whipping Freak into the ring apron. Jesse follows in with a clothesline that bends Freak backwards at the corner of the apron. Jesse turns around, glancing at the Spanish fan from earlier and spitting in his direction. Jesse turns around, scooping Freak back up and dropping him neck first across the apron in a possible attempt to break his neck. Jesse rolls Freak back up, making him kiss the steel post once, twice, and a third time making Freak’s face resemble about ten pounds of raw hamburger meat from your local meat market.

BUBBA J: Freshly ground Freak… on sale for $1.95 this week only!

Jesse pulls Freak back up, dragging him over to the Spanish fan.

“How does he look now you River Jumper?!”

The fan looks on, but Jesse isn’t really being disrespectful, or at least we don’t think so; its just who he is. Freak struggles weakly with an elbow, but Jesse quickly halts that with an elbow of his own to the nape of Freak’s neck sending him down to one knee. Jesse rolls Freak into the ring and digs under the ring for a table that he pulls out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesse bringing out the wood and the fans love it!

CHAD KURTIS: Jesse looking to put The Freak away.

Jesse slides it into the ring and then begins to pull out a couple of long cases that contain the light bulbs for the overhead light fixtures. Jesse smiles as he tears into the cardboard and places the tubes into the ring. Jesse then climbs into the ring where he places the bulbs onto the table and scoop slams Freak on top of them for good measure. Jesse climbs to the top turnbuckle before pointing to Freak. Jesse leaps out with a body splash from the top turnbuckle…

Freak catches him, hitting A Moment In Sin!(side effect into an Anaconda Vice)

CHAD KURTIS: How did Freak manage to hit that from that position?

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was so quick, but effective!

BUBBA J: Damn!

Freak makes the cover as Senior Referee Alan Stone slides into position for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the first fall and unlocking his Tag Team Partner from the railing… The Freak!

Freak stands up and promptly leans against the corner as Shut Down is unlocked. Shut Down turns to El Gato and waves good bye at him before calmly removing a couple of chairs from fans and tossing them into the ring. Shut Down digs under the ring and pulls out one of Freak’s favorites… a twenty foot steel ladder! The fans are going crazy, not necessarily because they love Freak Show but more because they love the carnage that these two men bring to the ring. Shut Down hefts the ladder into the ring as Freak smiles through his blood covered face and motions for Shut Down to hurry up and lets get this match over with. Shut Down holds up a hand before grabbing a spool of barbed wire from under the ring and tossing it into the ring as well and stepping over the top rope to finally get into the squared circle.

CHAD KURTIS: After five minutes of getting things ready, Shut Down finally enters.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It doesn’t look good for Jesse James Hank Williams here.

BUBBA J: No shit, really?!

Shut Down then picks the wire back up and removes some from the spool before getting Freak to hold Jesse up and then the two of them begin to wrap him up in barbed wire. El Gato looks on from the outside, powerless to stop what is fixing to happen to his tag team partner inside the ring. Freak sets up the ladder as Shut Down finishes wrapping Jesse in the barbed wire. Freak points to the top of the ladder as Shut Down lifts Jesse into position for a huge powerbomb onto the steel chairs, table scraps, and light tube pieces. Freak climbs to the top and nails a crucifix pose before leaping off.

BUBBA J: Jesse is sttruggling!

Jesse slips off Shut Down’s shoulders, bringing him down face first into the mess! Jesse rolls out as far as he can as Freak nails a double knee drop into Shut Down’s skull! Freak bounces up just as Jesse spins him around nailing WWJD(stunner)!

BUBBA J: That move looks familiar…

CHAD KURTIS: And he pulls it off better than you ever could.

BUBBA J: You shut the fuck up you piece of faking piece of shit!

CHAD KURTIS: Wow, you made no sense.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guys, guys, there is aa match going on!

BUBBA J:Damn right and its more interesting than a Chad Kurtis match could ever hope to be… damn faking piece of shit.

Jesse makes the cover!

One!

El Gato is chomping at the bit to get into the ring.

Two!

El Gato is at the full length of that his handcuff will allow.

Three!

El Gato is just waiting, ready to dive into the ring.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the second fall and now unlocking his Tag Team partner… Jesse James Hank Williams!

BUBBA J: Here we go boys, El Gato is ready for the action!

CHAD KURTIS: More than you could ever hope to be.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Guys?! The match!

El Gato is unlocked and into the ring as quickly as he can be. Shut Down is up and furious at what happened, not at Freak but that Jesse was able to surprise him. Shut Down turns around, El Gato off the ladder with a dropkick sending Shut Down into the ropes. El Gato with a quick wave before tripping Shut Down and sending him back down face first into the now bloody trash. El Gato wastes no time in bouncing off the ropes and leaping to mid way on the ladder to back flip with a double foot stomp into Shut Down’s skull. Jesse rolls out of the way as his partner is in firm control.

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato on fire!

CHAD KURTIS: Look at him go!

El Gato up again and has a steel chair in hand as Shut Down gets wobbly up to his feet. Shut Down turns around, catching the chair. El Gato with a kick, but Shut Down saw this one coming and swings the chair up with the edge acting like a golf club right into El Gato’s crotch. Gato drops to the canvas holding at his jalapeno and Mexican beans.

BUBBA J: And his momentum is halted just that quickly…

CHAD KURTIS: He’s probably got more than you do anyways, more to get hit and more to feel pain.

Here comes Jesse though flying over the mess in the center of the ring, but Freak trips him up and the chair catches him squarely in the face knocking him backwards into a roll up from the Freak!

One!

Two!

Thre

Jesse gets a shoulder up just in time as every single fan in the building is on their feet!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Close call!

CHAD KURTIS: Extremely close call there.

Freak pulls Jesse up, whipping him towards Shut Down who catches him with a bear hug then tosses him over his shoulder with a belly to belly suplex toss type move. Shut Down spins as he doesn’t hear a crash. Jesse lands in the corner, his leg sort of caught in the corner. Shut Down slams into him with a big man splash in the corner and the train wreck is nearly fatal as Jesse crumples there possibly out cold with a broken leg.

BUBBA J: His leg may be broken!

MIKEY MASSACRE: But with a shot for a championship on the line he’s not going to let that stand in his way.

BUBBA J: You are right, he’s no Chad Kurtis.

Shut Down pulls him out of the corner, lifting him up onto his shoulders for the Shake Machine!

CHAD KURTIS: Shut Down going to finish it!

El Gato with a barbed wire fist to Shut Down’s jewels and plush teddy bear causes him to drop Jesse who just falls off the shoulders. El Gato quickly turns as Freak comes through with a hand stand into a dropkick slamming both feet into El Gato’s masked face causing a crunching sound to come from the mask. El Gato’s eyes widen in pain, but he only stumbles against the ropes as Shut Down hits his knees holding himself, unable to do anything different. Freak looks a bit sympathetic but not for long as El Gato grabs his attention again. Gato with a right, but Freak catches the hand flipping Gato over onto the spool of barbed wire and a quick leg drop gets The Freak Show back on top here in this Carnival of Carnage match. Freak lifts Gato up into A Moment of Sin, but Gato manages to shove Freak before he can get the move set for the transition; the blood making things a bit more difficult. Gato shoves back, but Freak ducks under sending Gato down with a Northern Lights Suplex into a bridged pin on top of a piece of table.

One!

Two!

Thre

NO!

El Gato kicks out just before the three and this match must continue!

MIKEY MASSACRE: El Gato pushing through the pain and exhaustion to continue!

CHAD KURTIS: He has a chance to win the title s for his team, he’s not going to quit until the last possible moment.

Freak can’t believe it, but pushes on as they want to retain and have a fight on their hands. Freak pulls Gato up as Shut Down lumbers up to his feet. Gato ducks under the clothesline from Freak, sending him over the top rope with a kick to the back of his skull. Freak lands heavily on his head and neck, rolling over onto his back as Shut Down roars after Gato. El Gato spins around, ducking under a big right hand from Shut Down and leaping to the middle of the ladder. Shut Down turns around…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gato Got Your Tongue!

Shut Down counters with the Shake Machine!

BUBA J: Out of nowhere, Shut Down with the Shake Machine!

Shut Down makes the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… the team of The Freak and Shut Down… The Freak Show!

Shut Down steps out of the ring and to the outside where he retrieves the belts and his tag team partner.

CHAD KURTIS: Neither member of Tex Mex Express should hang their head, they gave it a valiant effort here tonight.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jesse’s leg does appear to be broken fans as he is unable to put any weight on it at all.

BUBBA J: Now… that is fucking hardcore! Yeah!

~Another commercial that people hate, but pays for their Rebel Pro addiction comes onto the screen, playing on Megavision as well. A family sits around a table, the typical family of a mom, dad, a boy and girl. The family is laughing and carrying on as the boy rolls the dice and gets a twelve.

MOM: “Awh sweetie, you have to go to jail, directly to jail.”

The boy smiles as everyone laughs at him and the camera zooms in on the board game they are playing. The game of Monopoly, Millennium Edition.~

MIKEY MASSACRE: Basically I just got word that we’ve got a special guest coming down to the ring right now. Apparently this is the guy who Larry Gordon’s been in talks with for the last few weeks.

BUBBA J: I don’t think I care, Mikey. If it’s the guy I think it is all hells gonna break loose.

JENNY JERSEY: If I may have your attention please! It is my honor to introduce the newest aquisition to REBEL PRO!

The fans cheer and stand to their feet, curiosity piqued as “The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson hits over the speakers.

Everything has been said before
Nothin’ left to say anymore
When it’s all the same
You can ask for it by name

JENNY JERSEY: He is a two time former PWA World Tag Team Champion, a former PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion!

We see fans holding up signs with a very familiar skull emblem on them.

BUBBA J: She better be kidding right now.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hmmm wonder who that could be?

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
sex sex sex
and don’t forget the VIOLENCE!

JENNY JERSEY: He stands in at six foot, three inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds!

Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey
sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from MONTREAL, QUEBEC CANADA!

The crowd is in pandemonium on their feet!

BUBBA J: Oh for fucks sake…

Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
sex sex sex
and don’t forget the VIOLENCE!

Suddenly at the entrance way, Tamika Nash Strader steps out to a huge pop.

JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied tonight by Tamika Nash Strader!

Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey
sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody SING!

JENNY JERSEY: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR…. SIMON KALIS!

Are you motherfuckers READY?!
For the new shit?!
Stand up and admit!
Tomorrows NEVER coming!

Kalis steps out to thunderous applause from the crowd, decked out casually in a white t-shirt that says “Stay 2nd Amendment” on the front, a photo of him holding out his golden Desert Eagle on the back with the REBEL Pro logo just under the neck.

THIS IS THE NEW SHIT!
STAND UP AND ADMIT!

Kalis grabs Tamika and they kiss to the cheers of the crowd, holding hands they begin walking down to the ring. Kalis and Tamika slap the hands of fans as they pass by.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Man can you hear these fans?! March has just REALLY got hit with Madness tonight folks! Simon Kalis! HERE! In REBEL Pro!

BUBBA J: …

MIKEY MASSACRE: I know you two have history Bubba but this is a great thing!

Kalis grabs some beers from a vendor at ringside and cracks two cans open, smashing them together with the two cans of a rabid fan at ringside and chugging both down at the same time. He begins spraying the front row with beer as he chucks the cans into the crowd and continues to circle the ring with Tamika. He passes by Mikey Massacre and Bubba J, laughs as he throws up two middle fingers at Bubba J and hops onto the apron with Tamika. He sits on the middle rope to let her get in first before getting in himself and heading to each of the four corners. At every corner he throws his arms up and gets thunderous applause from the REBEL Pro fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You may not like it, but the fans certainly do.

BUBBA J: This is a hoax, no way this yellow bellied son of a bitch signed a contract here.

Kalis dusts off his denim jeans and looks around the crowd as they continue to cheer. He puts his arm over Tamika and takes the microphone from Jenny.

SIMON KALIS: Surprise!

The crowd cheers as Kalis nods them on.

SIMON KALIS: So a lot of people, mostly people who watch wrestling I imagine, are wondering just what the hell is Simon Kalis doing in such… Such…

He pauses, and winks.

SIMON KALIS: A more “independant” area of this business. Hell I could’ve gone anywhere in the world ladies and gentlemen. And by world, I mean west of Alabama and east of the Carolinas across that big glass of water you idiots here in the Flat Earth Society may not realize is an ocean.

The crowd quickly turns from the cheers into a chorus of boos.

BUBBA J: Jackass.

SIMON KALIS: Truth be told folks, Larry broke ass Gordon could NEVER afford to have me on his roster. This is the kind of situation where you’d have a movie directed by George Lucas starring Jack Black and Carlos Mencia in a dramatic tale of galactic horror, love and war. Yet…

Kalis reaches into his back pocket to pull out a rolled up stack of stapled papers. He waves it around so everyone can see that it is a REBEL Pro contract.

SIMON KALIS: Yet here it is! A Rebel contract with my name on it. Yes folks that’s right…

Kalis flips a few pages in and points to the area concerning salary, which he has circled.

SIMON KALIS: My services in REBEL Pro will cost this company a whopping… One dollar a year!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Didn’t see that coming.

SIMON KALIS: I’m not here for money, nor am I here bound by the precedents of honor and chivalry that once guided me. No ladies and redneck men, what I am here to do for you kind simple folk is show you that even though my black ass is so rich I piss gold and shit onyx that I can be your hero. I can be your gladiator! For I am here to do one thing, and one thing only! Make people bleed profusely from every orafice in their body, and perhaps a few new ones I carve out myself. That’s right, folks!

Tamika laughs and rolls her eyes.

SIMON KALIS: You too can now enjoy forty minute monologues from yours truly! You too can now enjoy watching a world class talent because really… Johnny Maverick is so wherever the fuck he’s from. Bubba J can sit there talking because I think the only part of his body I didn’t break was that mangy mutts throat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think he means you, Bubba.

BUBBA J: Yeah I got that Mikey.

SIMON KALIS: So I say bring on the batshit wild violence. It’s apart of my roots, and what better way and what better place to do it than right here! North Carolina! The pubic hair for the South!

Kalis sarcastically gags as the crowd seranades him with boos as “The New Shit” hits again. Simon and Tamika make their exit, and Kalis spits on a few fans as he walks by them throwing beer at him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A big difference from how he came in to how he leaves.

BUBBA J: These people aren’t dumb enough to fall for his bullshit.

~A commercial floats across the screen showing a man walking in what appears to be boots of some kind. The boots stop and the figure turns, us never seeing his actual face or profile; only his feet. “Justin boots, they’re at the top of any game.”~

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest for tonight’s main event. Introducing now, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…

“Sympathy for the Devil” performed by Guns N’ Roses kicks up on the sound system. Matthew “Virus” Engel comes out from backstage, dressed in a dark navy blue suit. The fans are divided in their reactions; some are cheering, some are booing.

Massacre: Was this cleared with Larry?

Bubba: I hope not. That bastard doesn’t deserve to be here.

Jenny Jersey: He is a PWA Hall of Famer and three-time PWA World Champion… a special commentator for the evening… I give you Matthew “VIRUS” Engel!!!!

The crowd’s boos are taking over the arena. Guess they’re not too fond of him down here. Engel reaches the ring and begins to walk around. He finally graces the commentator’s table. Bubba stands up immediately in defense, ready for anything. Engel just smiles, and grabs his seat at the table. Bubba, feeling a little less threatened, sits down as “Sympathy” dies down on the sound system. Engel puts on his headset.

Matthew Engel: Gentlemen.

Massacre: Mr. Engel, what are you doing here in REBEL Pro?

Bubba: Yeah Matt. Thought you hated this place?

Matthew Engel: Well, seeing as how REBEL is officially under the AOWF umbrella, can’t really hate it all too much can I? Soon enough all of our paychecks will be signed by the AOWF, and we’ll all be united.

Bubba: That just sounds fruity to me. You still sore about your loss?

Matthew Engel: Absolutely not, Bubba. Like I said, you wanted it more.

Bubba: Damn right I did.

Massacre: Alright gents, let’s get to the match.

Jenny Jersey: This match is your main event and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship!!!

Huge pop from the crowd as lights flash on the ominous cage structure that surrounds the ring.

Jenny Jersey: Coming to the ring first…

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow!!

Another huge pop as Johnny Maverick steps out from the back!!

Jenny Jersey: Hailing from Washington DC and weighing in at 225 pounds, ‘The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick slowly walks around the cage taking it all in. The top of the cage is ringing with barbed wire to keep people out and also to keep the wrestlers inside the ring. Maverick enters the ring, takes a spot on the second turnbuckle and raises a clenched fist into the air. He notices a familiar face down by the commentator’s table, and walks over to the ropes but minds the electrified cage. He sees Matthew Engel, and starts making threats toward him to stay out of his match.

Bubba: Looks like Johnny don’t want you here, Matt.

Matthew Engel: I’m just here to observe, I assure you.

Massacre: I hope so!

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent….

‘Anthem For The Underdog’ by 12 Stones!!!

The building fills with boos as The champ is here!!

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!!

Venar has the defaced World Title draped over his right shoulder and is all smiles. He casually walks to the ring, takes a moment to look at the cage and steps inside.

Massacre: For the first time ever, the World Title will be decided in an electrified barbed wire cage match!!

Bubba: I just hope we see someone seriously injured in this match!!

Massacre: What!?

Matthew Engel: That makes sense. Who wants to take bets that Johnny won’t be ready for his match with me on Sunday Night Rampage?

Massacre: I’m sure he’ll be ready!

Referee Alan Stone is holding the belt high overhead, showing it off for everyone in the arena and for those at home. He hands the belt over to Jenny on her way out of the ring and the cage door is shut. The building (and the cage) is buzzing and the referee calls for the bell!!

Massacre: And here we go with the main event for March Madness!!

The two men meet in the center of the ring, face to face and jaw jacking at each other. Jacob strikes first with right hand! Maverick returns the favor with a right hand of his own and the fight is on! The crowd is whipped into a frenzy as both men trade rights and lefts, neither willing to back up an inch. Jacob rakes the face of Maverick! A knee to the gut doubles over the challenger! Jacob whips Maverick into the ropes!
Maverick ducks a clothesline! Leapfrog from Jacob on the rebound! Thez press from Maverick off the ropes!!
Maverick has the champ mounted and is raining down right hands as Jacob is trying to cover up!
Maverick pulls off Jacob and drags the champ to his feet.
Inverted atomic drop from Maverick! Chop from Maverick! A second inverted atomic drop from the challenger and another chop across the chest!
Jacob backs into a corner and Maverick follows him in climbing up to the second turnbuckle.
Maverick gets ready to pummel the champ with right hands when Jacob hooks the waist of Johnny and snake eyes him against the top turnbuckle!
Jacob grabs Maverick and whips him towards the far corner.
It’s reversed and Jacob is sent into the corner!
The champ counters with a whisper in the wind and Maverick is down!!

Massacre: Both of these men hate each other and will do anything to walk out of this match as the World Champion.

Bubba: As long as someone fries I’m happy.

Matthew Engel: I don’t know much about Venar, but Johnny is gonna have to do a lot better than an inverted atomic drop.

Maverick is pulled to his feet and takes a wicked chop across the chest! A second and a third chop have the REBEL faithful ‘Woooooo’ing’ in unison!!
Jacob grabs Maverick and tries to throw him into the cage but the challenger puts on the breaks and drives a back elbow into the guts of the champ!
Maverick spins around and pummels Jacob with a rapid fire series of short forearm shots to the face!
Jacob is whipped into the ropes and is greeted with a boot to the gut on the rebound. Maverick with a double underhook across the knee backbreaker!
Maverick quickly climbs up to the second turnbuckle and hits a Bret Hart style flying elbow onto the champ!
Jacob scrambles to his feet and is grabbed from behind and sent sailing towards the cage!
Jacob hits the cage door and sparks fly everywhere! The crowd erupts as Jacob rolls around the ring with smoke coming off of him.
Maverick waits for Jacob to get to his feet and hooks him from behind. Half nelson suplex! Jacob rolls into a kneeling position and eats a shinning wizard from Maverick!

Massacre: Maverick is taking it to the champ early but Jacob is a tough son of a bitch!

Bubba: Pffft. If you say so.

Matthew Engel: He does say so, Bubba. I’d listen to him more often if I were you.

We can see Massacre give Bubba a tough look, but Bubba doesn’t react. He wants a beer.

Maverick spits on Jacob and pulls him to his feet. Jacob pushes Maverick back and hits a jumping enziguri!
Maverick drops to a knee and Jacob comes off the ropes with a low dropkick that catches the challenger flush in the chest!
Jacob drags maverick to his feet and sends the challenger sailing into the electrified cage! Again sparks fly off the metal and the crowd cheers!
Maverick is again pulled to his feet and is thrown into the cage again and the challenger rolls to the center of the ring with smoke coming off him and burn marks on his skin.
Jacob sets himself as Maverick is slow to get to his feet.
Maverick is up and Jacob goes for a spear!
Maverick drops out of sight and referee Alan Stone is almost cut in half by Jacob!!
Jacob stands over the downed referee and looks over at an unmoving Maverick. He smiles and drags the referee to his feet.
The referee is thrown into the cage door and sparks erupt from the cage!!
Again the poor referee eats the cage door and this time the door flies open and the referee tumbles to the outside!
Jacob carefully climbs out of the cage and starts hunting for plunder under the ring.

Bubba: Well if anyone had to ride ol’ sparky I’d always vote for the referee to go first!

Massacre: Jacob is simply looking to do anything to end the career of Maverick here!

Matthew Engel: I hope not. I need him alive and ready on Sunday, I’m not getting a free pass to advance in the tournament.

Two chairs are pulled out from under the ring and tossed inside the cage. A table is drug out from under the ring and the crowd gives the obligatory ‘We Want Tables!’ chant.
The chairs are joined by a ladder and the crowd is beyond happy to see the amount of plunder that Jacob is tossing into the ring.
Another pair of chairs are tossed into the ring by the champ and he’s all smiles as he stops to talk shit to some of the ringside fans.
Jacob turns his attention back to the ring and Maverick flies through the ring ropes and out of the cage with a suicide dive into the champ!!
A ‘Holy Shit’ chant breaks out as Maverick pulls himself to his feet. Maverick spots something peeking out from under the ring and drags out a toolbox.
The toolbox is opened and Maverick finds what he’s looking for. A screwdriver.
Jacob is trying to get to his feet when Maverick comes up from behind him and jabs the screwdriver into the scalp of the champ!
Jacob tries to escape but Maverick pins him against the guard rails and digs the screwdriver into the flesh of the World champ.
Blood is pouring down the face of Jacob as Maverick steps away and the fans are no help as they hurl insults and curses at a bloody Venar.
Maverick grabs Jacob and hurls him against the outside of the cage! Again sparks fly everywhere and the champ lays on the floor a bloody mess.

Massacre: Maverick is putting the ‘whup ass’ onto Jacob Venar!

Bubba: bah, they’re both overrated.

Matthew Engel: That’s why they’re out there and you’re sitting behind a table, right Bubba?

Bubba: Yeah yeah, I still whupped yer ass Matt. You just remember that.

Matthew Engel: You did. I also drank a half a bottle of whiskey before that match, and since I’ve sobered up, I haven’t lost. So maybe when you decide to show your ugly face in the PWA again, we’ll have another match.

Bubba: Bring it on Matty!

Massacre: Guys, come on. Stay focused on the match!

Maverick pulls Jacob to his feet and shoves him back into the ring. Referee Jimmy Johnson runs down to ringside as Alan Stone is checked on by paramedics. The EMTs, along with Alan Stone on a stretcher, leave back up the aisle way, Jimmy climbs into the cage behind the two wrestlers.
Maverick grabs the ladder and props it up against the corner. Jacob is getting to his feet and takes a boot to the bloodied face.
Maverick drags Jacob up and whips him towards the ladder! It’s reversed and Maverick slams back first into the unforgiving ladder!
Stinger splash from Jacob smashes Maverick into the ladder and the champ stumbles away with blood trickling from his head and staining the mat.
Jacob crawls over to the far corner and pulls something out from under the apron. It looks like a water bottle and Jacob hides it as best he can.
Maverick peels himself off the ladder and staggers over to the champ who suddenly sprays the liquid onto the upper body and face of the challenger!
Maverick shouts in pain and tries to clear his eyes and the referee looks suddenly frightened.
Jacob douses his hand with the mystery liquid, pulls a Zippo out of his trunks and flicks the flame to life!
Jacob touches the flame to his own hand and it erupts into fire!!
Falcon Punch to Maverick and a huge fireball rolls off the chest and face of the challenger!!
A HUGE ‘Holy Shit’ chant threatens to blow the roof off the building as a burned Maverick rolls around on the mat in agony!!

Bubba: Stop, drop & roll baby!!

Massacre: Venar just set fire to himself to injure Maverick!! This guy is fucking crazy!!

Matthew Engel: Damn it Johnny. Stay focused, and alive preferably.

Jacob rolls up Maverick for what is amazingly the first pin attempt in this entire match!

1!
2!
3-NOOOOOO!!!!!

Maverick gets a shoulder up!! Jacob jumps to his feet, blood and spit flying from his mouth as he threatens to crush yet another referee.
Jacob returns his attention to maverick and reaches down to pull him up. Maverick hooks the arm and pulls Jacob down into a Crippler Crossface and the fans pop huge!!
Maverick, his face blistered by the fire, cranks on the pressure and a bloody Venar tires to escape the hold!
Venar scoots his body over and gets a foot on the bottom rope but the referee simply shrugs his shoulders!!
Venar manages to shove his foot back even further and place sit against the cage sending electricity flashing through both Jacob and Maverick!!
Maverick releases the hold and Jacob crawls away clutching at his foot.
Maverick is getting to his feet when he takes a running rocker drop from Jacob!! The champ kicks Maverick away from him and slowly gets to his feet.
Jacob grabs the table and sets it up in the ring before returning his attention back to the challenger.
Maverick is pulled to his feet and rolled onto the table. The champ heads for the high rent district and takes flight with his Leap Of Faith!
Maverick rolls off the table at the last second and Jacob blasts through the table and smashes to the mat!!

Bubba: See that’s why I never do that high flyin’ stuff.

Massacre: uh, yeah.

Matthew Engel: Hard to do that aerial nonsense when your beer gut gets in the way.

Bubba: You got me there.

The referee helps pull the debris of the table off of Jacob and the champ is slow to get to his feet.
Jacob is up, turns and eats a brutal chairshot to the head! Maverick is standing before the bloody and dazed champ and reaches back and cracks Venar a second time with a vicious chairshot!
Maverick drops the chair to the mat, kicks the champ doubling him over and drills him with a package piledriver onto the chair!

1!
2!
3-Noooooo!!

Jacob somehow, someway has gotten an arm up!
Maverick looks furious as he gets to his feet. He gathers up all four chairs that were tossed into the ring and piles them in a nice pile.
Jacob is pulled off the mat and takes a powerbomb into the chairs!

1!
2!
3-Noooo!!

Again Jacob somehow gets his shoulder up!

Massacre: Jacob Venar is like Jason!! he won’t stay dead!!

Matthew Engel: Ah, Friday the 13th references. Now I’ve heard everything.

Maverick is up and is dragging Jacob up with him.
Wing Clipper from nowhere!!
Both men lay on the mat totally exhausted and the crowd is cheering them both on to get up and continue their epic battle.
Slowly Jacob pulls himself up and staggers over to the ladder. He opens up the ladder and returns his attention back to Maverick.
Jacob drags Maverick to the top of the chair pile and then walks back towards the ladder. The champ takes a moment to clear the blood from his eyes and then starts to climb to the top of the ladder.
Spread My Wings from Venar!!
It connects and the crowd groans as it looks as if Maverick just got crushed!!

1!
2!
3-NO!!!!!!!!

The crowd explodes as Maverick gets a shoulder up!!
Jacob looks at the referee in shock as Maverick is starting to stir.
Maverick is dragged to his feet and whipped towards the far corner.
It’s reversed and Venar slams into the corner!!
Maverick charges in and Venar eats the ‘THIS IS SPARTA’ running boot to the face!!
Maverick looks possessed as he drags Venar out of the corner and hits his Oops! I Broke Him!!
The crowd is now standing as they are sensing history!
Jacob is dragged to his feet!
Another Body Murdered!!

1!
2!
3-NO!!!!

Jacob gets a shoulder up!!

Maverick shoves away the referee and yanks a bloody Jacob to his feet!
ANOTHER BODY MURDERD ONTO THE PILE OF CHAIRS!!
The crowd counts along with the referee!!

1!
2!
3!!!!

The roof is almost blown off the building as a dream has been accomplished!!

Massacre: Holy shit he did it!!! He almost killed Jacob to do it but we have a new champion!!!

Bubba: And both these guys are messed up! I love it!

Matthew Engel: Well hot damn. Looks like Johnny will get a World Title, it just won’t be of the PWA variety.

Maverick is sitting in the middle of the ring as the referee holds up his hand!!

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match…..And NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro World heavyweight Champion……JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!!!!!!!!!

The belt is placed in the lap of the new champion and he looks down at it and smiles. Maverick slowly gets up and raises the belt high above his head and again gets a monster pop from the REBEL faithful!!! The cage is being raised now and the electricity has been turned off.

Massacre: Maverick had to pull out all the stops but he’s our NEW World Champion!!!

Bubba: This makes ‘em 1-1. I’d love to see how they top this!!

Matthew Engel: Well gents, it’s been real. I gotta go greet your new champion.

Engel drops the headset and stands up from the table. He walks toward the ring and climbs in, with the cage being raised high enough for both competitors to move freely in the ring. A bloodied and battered Johnny Maverick confronts Matthew Engel, getting ready for anything.

Crowd: JOHNNY! JOHNNY! JOHNNY!

Engel smiles, and extends his arm toward Maverick’s belt. Engel wipes some debris off the belt, and then extends his hand. Engel and Maverick shake hands.

Bubba: Now Matt is all of a sudden the sportsman?

Massacre: Seems like Mr. Engel is giving Maverick his credit here as he has done the unthinkable here tonight!

Matthew Engel: See you Sunday, champ.

We can see Engel mouth the words to Johnny, but the audio isn’t very clear as the crowd is going crazy. Engel departs from the ring, heading backstage.

Fade out as we focus on a bloody, burned and battered Maverick standing over Venar with the Title draped over his shoulder.

Welcome to ‘The Filth & The Fury’ era of REBEL!!!!

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

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.

“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.

MASSACRE: As an added treat

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 –

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.

LARRY GORDON: Should you

win the title you’d be stripped of it moments afterwards because anyone not under contract with Rebel Pro will be its World Champion, or champion of any kind.

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.