JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall.
A small pop and a whole lot of laughter from the crowd signals that the Sith Lord himself, Darth Zwart is slowly making his way to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from parts unknown, standing at six feet eleven inches tall, Darth Zwart!
As Zwart and Fiore make their way to the ring Darth is distracted by a fan wearing… A Dark Helmet costume (anyone even remember Spaceballs?) Fiore brings Darth Zwart’s
attention back to the ring as “The Pink Panther” assaults our ears.
BUBBA J: I remember Spaceballs! That was an awesome movie!
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Memphis Tennessee, representing The Pantheon, The Panther Scottie Snow!
Scottie getting quite a few cheers here but still getting boo’ed for being a member of The Pantheon. Scottie gets into the ring and Allan Stone calls for the bell.
CHAD KURTIS: Scottie aligned himself with The Pantheon and Rob Robinson, the reasons for the booing.
BUBBA J: Oh, I thought they were booing you because you sold out and won’t wrestle anymore. Claiming something like a heart condition.
Scottie moving slowly around the ring trying to look for an opening on the much larger Zwart. The Sith Lord however seems content on letting Snow bring the fight to him. Scottie quickly moves in with a kick to the upper thigh that Zwart barely seems to feel.
MIKEY MASSACRE: That would hurt any normal man.
BUBBA J: But Zwart is not normal.
Scottie again moves in for a quick attack but ends up taking a size twenty boot to the face for his efforts. Scottie crumples down from the force of the impact and Zwart moves for a quick cover.
One…
Tw…. Scottie kicks out.
CHAD KURTIS: Not even close there.
BUBBA J: Shut up Chad.
Zwart back on his feet, Scottie gets to his knees, only to get leveled by a high knee from the Sith Lord. Zwart pulls Snow to a vertical base; and Snow with a low blow to the big man’s force crystals! Zwart hunched over from the low blow as Scottie hits the rope with The Snow Plow! Zwart straightens himself and looks down at the much smaller Scottie Snow. Darth with the Force Slam! Scottie in serious trouble as Zwart starts climbing to the top turnbuckle. Zwart leaps off going for a top rope leg drop… Scottie rolls out of the way just in time! Snow slowly gets to his feet, Zwart gets to his a second after. Snow heads out side the ring to grab a chair but has it yanked from his hands by David Fiore. Snow turns to confront Fiore but Zwart grabs his head from over the top rope and throws him back into the ring. Snow gets dragged back to his feet… And Darth Zwart hits The Dark Side! Cover…
One…
Two…
Three…
Ding, ding, ding.
BUBBA J: That didn’t take long.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Snow put up a fight…
BUBBA J: Not really he didn’t, but nice of you to say so.
JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, Darth Zwart!
~REBEL PRO EXCLUSIVE~
Marvin Humperdink, the Intern from a nearby college is on camera, a microphone in his hand.
“Fans, Marvin Humperdink here with another Rebel Pro exclusive for you. Last week I recorded footage of Rebel Pro Referee Jimmy Johnson leaving the hotel room of one Marina Blue.”
Moaning can be heard from inside the room behind and off to the left of Marvin’s lanky form, the suspender wearing fool that he is.
“I’m here again this week at a Days Inn where…”
More and louder moaning coming from the room has Marvin’s ears and cheeks turning as red as his hair.
“Where it is believed that Jimmy Johnson is taking advantage of one Marina Blue. I am also here to inform you that Jimmy Johnson is the referee in charge of officiating Marina’s title defense tonight.”
A loud orgasm type scream fills the speakers.
“Will she win with her skills or will Jimmy put the odds in her favor…”
He looks at the door.
” for her favors?”
A few words are heard through the door, but we can’t make them out.
“I will be on top of this story and will inform you all as soon as more is known.”
The door begins to open as Marvin hurriedly scampers away and the scene fades to black.
~Commercial for Ian’s Hot Dogs, they are tasty and long.~
MIKEY MASSACRE: So that last match was a decent showing by Darth Zwart and Scottie Snow… poor Scottie…
BUBBA J: Bah. Sumbitch had it coming.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah… anyways, we’re looking forward to our next match, the much anticipated Tag Team Championship rematch between our current champs, the Freak Show…
BUBBA J: Yawn.
MIKEY MASSACRE: And the return challengers, Bluegrass Mafia 2.0.
BUBBA J: coughFAGScough
CHAD KURTIS: Did you just call my brothers fags?
MIKEY MASSACRE: You’re just not a tag match kinda guy, are you?
BUBBA J: You call those two gay couples tag teams? Shit, me and Jethro were a tag team. Dirty Money, Hardcore Entertainment, Casino and Cartwright, Great Alaskan Ninjas, those were tag teams. These chumps? They’re a waste of airtime.
MIKEY MASSACRE: But probably a great reason to down a few cans of beer, right?
BUBBA J: You’re really starting to get me, Mike. Bout damn time, too.
CHAD KURTIS: So, are you admitting to calling my brothers fags?
BUBBA J: Sure damn am, now Chad shut up and take a nap, sure you need your rest… the weakling that you are.
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tag Match, and it is for the REBEL Pro Tag Team Championships! Introducing first!
Some Meatloaf plays on the PA, the fans roaring as they welcome the #1 Contenders. J-Kurt and Matthew Kurtis walk out of the curtains, taking in the cheers from the crowd. They make their way to the ring, Matthew carrying a light tube as Jenny introduces them.
JENNY JERSEY: They are former REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, weighing in at a total combined weight of 535 pounds! They are the Bluegrass BadAss Matthew Kurtis and J-Kurt… BlueGrass Mafia 2.0!!
Matthew slides into the ring, a tightened grip on the light tube. J-Kurt signs a bald man on the forehead, rubbing it as he then starts kissing on some hot redhead. He slides into the ring, his demeanor starts to sink as their music dies, awaiting their opponents.
JENNY JERSEY: And now, their opponents!
“The Oddities” Plays over the PA, the fans a mix of jeers and roaring approval as the Freak Show enter the arena. They play to the crowd, holding their titles high as they each stare at the ring. Shut Down points to the ring, turning to the Freak. Freak starts down the ramp, passing out “BlueGas” t-shirts as Shut Down disperses “J-Bert” and “Big Cheese Matthew Kurtis” posters. They continue to pass around their gifts as they make their way to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: They are the current REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, weighing in at a combined 500 pounds, they are the Freak and Shut Down, THE FREAK SHOW!!
The Freak Show slides into the ring, a brawl ensuing. As the four men do battle, Shut Down leaps up to knock J-Kurt over, while Matthew Kurtis gets an early shot in as he breaks his light tube over Freak’s head. Freak stumbles a bit, but shakes it off and shows a sinister grin as he turns back to Matthew, spitting in his face. Matthew swings a right hand, but Freak ducks under and launches up with a fierce throat thrust. Matthew drops as Shut Down launches J-Kurt with a belly-to-belly, the BGM 2.0 landing side-by side. The Freak slides out of the ring, quickly reaching under the ring.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, this is going to get messy.
BUBBA J: The word you’re looking for, Mikey, is FUN. This is going to be FUN.
CHAD KURTIS: I’ve got money on BGM 2.0, Matthew and J-kurt really want those belts back.
BUBBA J: Didn’t I tell you to shut up Chad? You need your rest.
Freak pulls a trash can o’ goodies from under the apron, tossing it into the ring. Matthew and J-Kurt pull themselves up, cautious to what Shut Down is now pulling out of the can. J-Kurt rushes Shut Down, who is taken by surprise and drops his singapore cane as J-Kurt lays in on him with lefts and rights. Matthew turns in time to run right into Freak, who holds a cheese grater. Matthew throws a boot, but Freak ducks under and slams the grater into the back of Matthew’s head. Matthew stumbles forward, Freak nailing a chop block that throws Matthew to the mat. He pounces on the Bluegrass Badass, smacking the grater repeatedly of the back of Matt’s head. Meanwhile, J-Kurt has broken a vase over Shut Down’s head, kicking the Freak Show member out of the ring. He turns, noticing Freak’s relentless assault on Matthew. J-Kurt looks to the trash can, grabbing a shining item and running up behind Freak. He taps Freak’s shoulder, drawing his attention- STAPLE TO THE FOREHEAD!! Freak falls back in shock, J-Kurt launching more staples into his back and shoulders. Matt starts to his feet, the blood from the back of his head dripping down to his face. He brushes it aside, looking to J-Kurt and Freak. He surveys the ring, noticing Shut Down entering with a bag in hand. Matthew charges up, Shut Down grabbing the bottom of the bag and flinging its contents in Matt’s direction. Thumbtacks scatter around the ring, a few scratching across Matthew’s face. Matthew charges through, nailing
Shut Down with a vicious clothesline that flips him around, onto a small cluster of the tacks. Matthew looks to J-Kurt, who is standing tall with the staple gun. He motions to the smaller Kurtis, J-Kurt looking to Shut Down with a sick grin. He walks over, Matthew nodding as he starts towards Freak. J-Kurt puts the staple gun to Shut Down’s nose, pulling the trigger- but Shut Down launches a fist to J-Kurt’s nose, causing the Mafian to stumble backwards. Shut Down starts to one knee as J-Kurt bumps into Matthew, the BGM turning to each other. Freak and Shut Down get to their feet, both men charging up from behind. J-Kurt and Matthew charge past each other, but are met with matching green and red sprays to the face. The BGM stumble back, bumping into each other again. The spray still blinds each of them, as Matthew swings with an elbow, nailing J-Kurt. J-Kurt falls, but launches a low blow to Matthew, the bigger Kurtis dropping to his knees. J-Kurt crawls to the nearest ropes, wiping the spray from his eyes.
MIKEY MASSACRE: And just as the Bluegrass Mafia looked to have things settled, the Freak Show turns things around by blinding both of them and causing them to attack each other.
BUBBA J: Stroke of genious, ain’t it? I mean, just when I thought these four were overly public homo’s, Freak Show prove that they might have half a brain in their heads…
CHAD KURTIS: Matthew and Jonothan know what they are doing.
BUBBA J: It doesn’t look like it to me.
Freak and Shut Down head back for the trash can, surveying its contents. A hammer, some DVD’s, a Johnny Maverick action figure, some empty beer cans. Freak picks up the hammer as Shut Down heads out of the ring, looking under the apron. He shuffles through a few things as Freak walks over to Matt, raising the hammer above his head. Just as he starts to swing it downwards, J-Kurt charges up with a boot to the head. Freak falls over, dropping the hammer. J-Kurt quickly follows up, wrapping his arms around Freak’s waist and lifting him into a belly-to-belly- RIGHT ONTO THE THUMBTACKS!! J-Kurt looks to Matt, helping his brother to his feet… only for Shut Down to nail both men from behind with a shovel. Both men go to one knee, Shut Down launching the shovel into J-Kurt’s back. J-Kurt reels, falling chest-down into the mat, as Shut Down turns to Matthew. Matt throws a jab to Shut Down’s gut, SD dropping the shovel. Matthew starts to his feet, throwing a hook into Shut Down’s chin. Shut Down drops, Matt throwing a boot to the side of Shut Down’s head. Matt makes the cover, Alan Stone sliding in for the count.
MIKEY MASSACRE: First pin attempt!
One!
Two!
THREe… no!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Freak grabbing Matthew’s foot from the outside, dragging him off his partner…
BUBBA J: OH BILLY! Did you see that? Freak just blasted Matt with a fire extinguisher!! Sickly sumbitch!
CHAD KURTIS: Come on bros!
Freak looses the hose from its holster, aiming it at Matthew’s face. As Matt starts to his feet, Freak lets go with a blast from the extinguisher, causing Matt to retreat back to the mat. Freak tosses the extinguisher aside, sliding under the ring again. In the ring, J-Kurt is on one knee, eyeing Shut Down. Shut Down stumbles as he grabs his shovel, surveying the ring for his opponents. He sees J-Kurt running up, and swings the shovel. J-Kurt jumps, nailing a dropkick that sends the shovel into Shut Down’s face. Shut Down drops, and J-Kurt rushes into the cover.
One!
Two!
THREEeee… no! Shut Down barely manages a shoulder up.
MIKEY MASSACRE: The Freak Show is resilient in their fight to keep the Tag Team Championships, continuing to shut down the Bluegrass Mafia at every turn.
BUBBA J: I still think it’s a battle to determine the best of the worst. Hell, that new Chex Mix Chix team is probably better off with those titles than either of these idiots.
CHAD KURTIS: And exactly how many Rebel Pro Tag Team titles did you ever hold Bubba J?
BUBBA J: I’m pretty sure that I told you to shut up, but in case I didn’t… shut up.
CHAD KURTIS: The Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 is a resilient team and capable of coming back at every blocked turn.
J-Kurt is on his knees, pleading with Alan Stone. Stone shakes his head, confirming a two count as J-Kurt tries to regroup. He stands, looking to the trash can as he comes up with a plan. He picks up the can, dumping its contents and walks over to Shut Down, stalking his opponent. Shut Down starts to his feet, unaware of J-Kurt’s presence a few inches behind him…
BUBBA J: Haha… lookie.
From nowhere, Freak jumps up behind and nails J-Kurt across the back with a length of barbed wire. J-Kurt drops the trash can, reeling from the shot as Freak pulls back, the barbs ripping J-Kurt’s back apart. Freak whips J-Kurt again, and again, and yet again. J-Kurt falls to the mat, blood gushing from his back. Freak checks on Shut Down, who motions to Freak that he’s cool. Freak gives Shut Down the barbed wire, directing his partner to use it on J-Kurt. Freak then exits the ring, grabbing a table from under the apron. He sets it up on the outside, reaching back under for another object… a set of chairs? He places the chairs on the table, setting them up beside each other atop the table, setting them up to face back-to-back a couple feet apart. He then searches under the ring for another object, unable to find it at first. In the ring, J-Kurt is all but unconcious as Shut Down locks in a crossface, aided by the barbed wire. J-Kurt is moments from tapping out, but Matthew jumps in with a kick to the back of the head. Matt picks up Shut Down, hitting a nasty spinebuster into a pile of thumbtacks. He reaches down, checking on J-Kurt, who is barely moving. Matt shakes his head, reaching for the nearest object- the trash can. He picks it up, stalking towards Shut Down. He slams the trash can onto Shut Down, driving it into Shut Down’s head repeatedly. Freak climbs into the ring behind him, grinning from ear to ear as he holds a book of matches high above his head.
BUBBA J: The hell??
MIKEY MASSACRE: He just set up a glass panel on top of chairs… and set that up on top of a table… and now he’s got matches?!?!
CHAD KURTIS: J-Kurt may be out cold and The Freak wants to burn him?
BUBBA J: Don’t act like you are going to do anything about it, cause we all know that you’ll run scared.
Freak grabs a match from the book, lighting it up. He watches as Matthew picks Shut Down off the mat, pulling him into a BLUEGRASS BOMB INTO THE THUMBTACKS!! Freak drops the match… LIGHTING HIMSELF ON FIRE!! Matthew looks down at Shut Down… but is spun around to face an inferno!! Freak throws a few jabs, whipping Matt into the ropes. he follows after, looking for a clothesline… but Matt reverses! Freak goes over the rope, but keeps hold of the top rope as his feet find balance on the apron. Matt turns… NUTCHECK!! Matt doubles over, The Freak locking in a side headlock, lifting Matthew up for a suplex…
MIKEY MASSACRE: OH MY GOD!!
BUBBA J: FUCK YEAH!!!
CHAD KURTIS: I’ve even got to admit… how did he manage to lift Matthew up?
Freak suplexes Matt Kurtis through the glass plate, through the table, the chairs folding in over him. Matt lies motionless and crumpled in a pile of broken glass and wood, the chairs bent over him like a cage, as Freak slowly shakes off the move. Shut Down starts to move in the ring, as does J-Kurt. J-Kurt uses what’s left of his energy to charge into the ropes, flying off into a cross-body on Shut Down… who catches him in mid-air!! On the shoulders! Shut Down checks the ring… SHAKE MACHINE INTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!
BUBBA J: It’s over, man!! Butt Kuntis just got plowed through a glass panel and a table, and J-Kunt just went face-first into thumbtacks…
MIKEY MASSACRE: The Freak Show just made the Bluegrass Mafia into shish kabobs!
CHAD KURTIS: Having been inside the ring with Freak, he is a very formidable opponent.
Freak enters the ring, having been put out, and watches in excitement as Shut Down makes the pin.
One!!!
Two!!!
Three!!!
DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners and STIIIIIILL REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, The Freak and Shut Down- THE FREEEEEEEEAAAAAAK SHOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!
BUBBA J: What a great show! These guys brought violence back to REBEL Pro!
MIKEY MASSACRE: So you’re warming up to the Freak Show now??
BUBBA J: Hey, anyone who can give AND take that kind of punishment in a real REBEL match is okay in my book. Besides, they beat up on Kurtises, ah what fun that must be.
MIKEY MASSACRE: BGM just went through that match, too. Are they growing on you as well?
BUBBA J: Do I look like a flaming retard with a lisp?
MIKEY MASSACRE: Uh…
CHAD KURTIS: Yeah, you do sort of resemble said image.
~Commercial for Kent’s Condoms, they don’t always work just check out how many Kurtises they are.~
Back from commercial break…
Marina is standing outside the ring looking in, she appears to be waiting on the Challenger to start the match outside instead of in the ring.
Chad Kurtis: With this being a Rebel Pro match, it doesn’t have to begin inside the ring and it appears that Marina is waiting to begin outside.
Bubba J: And the Xtremist obliges with a diving headbutt through the ropes that connects with Blue, but also got a piece of her chair.
DING DING
The two lock up outside the ring exchanging rights and lefts right beside the ring steps. Blue grabs her oppurtunity to take control of the match, when Wilds bent down to get the chair, by hitting Jaice with a hard elbow to the back of Jaice’s head.
Mikey Massacre: And just like that Blue has control of the match.
Bubba J: But for how long?
Chad Kurtis: For as long as she does.
Blue backs Wilds up against the ring post and backs up for a spear. Blue misses and her shoulder goes into the post.
Mikey Massacre: For just a short time.
Bubba J: Indeed, the life of the party didn’t last more than 30 seconds. Blue will have to watch out and play it smart to beat her Challenger.
Chad Kurtis: With any title on the line, both will be putting it all on the out.
Jaice picks up Blue and dumps her unceremonyously onto the steel ring steps. The Xtremist gets up onto the apron and runs diving with a sort of corkscrew cross body block onto the body of Marina Blue. The move lands successfully, but to a huge cost of Jaice who after hitting the move flips over and lands on the steel chair. Both wrestlers get up and slowly begin to trade punches, before the spirit of the fight is renewed and they are trading them more and more furiously.
Mikey Massacre: Look at those two trade those hard blows like they are nothing.
Bubba J: More than what Chad would do, he’d probably play slap and tickle.
Blue kicks Jaice in the gut doubling him over. Blue grabs Jaice in a bulldog and rams his head into the guardrail before completing the bulldog on the fallen guardrail. The fans scatter in all directions as Blue picks up another section of the metal guardrail and slams it down on the back of Jaice. Blue looks around and stands up on a chair holding the section of guardrail over her head before moonsaulting onto The Xtremist with the metal guardrail between her and the body of Wilds.
“Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”
Bubba J: Damn what a freaking move, did you see that?
Mikey Massacre: What athleticism.
Bubba J: She shows even more in her videos.
On Megavision, the video of that move pops back up, before going away to follow the action live.
Chad Kurtis: Those rails are to protect the fans, not for weapons.
Bubba J: Yeah, but in a Rebel Pro match, anything and everything, it seems, goes.
The two fight up the few steps at the arena and along a few of the rows, right in front of the fans before continuing their journey up the steps and into the general area of the arena. The Xtremist is getting the worst of the action from Blue and looks to be extremely dazed from all the blows.
Mikey Massacre: The Xtremist doesn’t seem to have fully recovered from landing on that chair and guardrail attack.
Chad Kurtis: It’d be hard to, not sure if anyone besides myself could have.
Many fans are standing ordering something to drink or eat when the two wrestlers crash through the opening from the arena, they all scatter and give the two room to brawl. Blue picks up Wilds for a body slam right onto the counter at the concession stand. Blue walks and picks up another steel chair and sets it down in the sitting position. Blue motions for the fans to move and they oblige, giving her plenty of room. Blue runs hitting the chair and using it as a jumping board right onto Jaice. At the last possible instant Wilds rolls off the counter and Blue hits nothing but counter with her midsection.
Bubba J: The crowd at the concession stand is getting a front row view of this action.
Mikey Massacre: They sure are, and Blue got a front row view of that counter, that had to hurt.
Chad Kurtis: They do hurt, me having hit them many times; there is no way to prepare for something like that.
Blue rolls off the counter and is winded, she is grabbing her ribs and breathing hard.
Chad Kurtis: It looks like Marina has hurt herself with that miss, but to be expected after match last week.
Bubba J: Good job, Captain Obvious
Jaice picks up a cash register from the counter and walks over behind Blue before bringing it down on her head.
Bubba J: What a smart move, knock her out with hard cash!
Jaice picks up the cash register for another blow and lands it right on the injured section of ribs. Jaice begins kicking and stomping away at Marina’s ribs, unrelenting even when he hears Blue scream in pain. Wilds picks up Blue and rams her head repeatedly into the counter top.
Mikey Massacre: Blue is busted open and losing blood by the gallon.
Bubba J: If she was losing it by the gallon, she’d be dead in seconds.
The Xtremeist picks Blue up in a gorilla press and drops her onto the counter injured rib side first. He then goes and grabs the chair and wails away at the other side of Blue’s body.
Chad Kurtis: Blue having to defend her title even after a match like last week.
Mikey Massacre: A champion must defend when called upon, its the bane of a Champion’s existence.
Blue pokes Jaice in the eyes. Jaice stumbles back and Blue jumps off nailing a hurricanrana, which causes the bottom of Jaice’s back to strike the counter top on the sharp edge. Blue walks over to the discarded cash register and picks it up for a blow to Jaice’s head. Blue jumps up to add more leverage to the blow and the cash register connects with Jaice’s face.
Chad Kurtis: Blue busts Jaice open, trying to even up the field a bit here.
Mikey Massacre: That’ll be ahrd seeing as Marina was in a big time hurtfest last week.
Bubba J: I need a damn beer.
Blue stomps away at Jaice’s throat, before turning him over and giving a few stomps to the lunbar region of his back. Wilds tries to get up but is unsuccessful as Blue begins to stomp away at the lower back again. Blue picks up Jaice and connects with a piledriver onto the concrete, busting him open even further. Blue throws Jaice into a concrete wall and he bounces back right into a belly to back suplex causing him to once again hit the concrete floor, this time with the front of his body. Blue once again stomps away on his lower back.
Chad Kurtis: It looks like we might not have a new champion in the near future.
Mikey Massacre: Don’t count out The Xtremist, just yet.
Blue picks up Jaice by the head preparing for a move when from nowhere he headbutts Blue in between the legs.
Bubba J: Not as bad as it would hurt a guy, but let’s ask Chad how that feels as he has no nuts.
Chad Kurtis: You know, I’m getting tired of…
Bubba J: Well then stop running away like a bitch.
Mikey Massacre: Guys… the match!
Jaice is now in firm control and takes advantage of the situation by hitting Blue with a steel chair. He drags Blue down the hallway occasionally ramming her head into the concrete wall. Jaice is looking for something, but he makes sure that Blue can’t get control again until he has finished what he wants to do. The wrestlers can be followed easily enough by the trail of blood, but the camera crew doesn’t need that to follow them as they are right on top of the action.
Mikey Massacre: What is he doing?
Chad Kurtis: I’m not sure, but I bet we’ll know it when he finds it.
Jaice stops and whips Blue right into a garage loading door.
Bubba J: He found what he was looking for.
Jaice throws Blue physically into the door which buckles where Blue hit, leaving a bloody smear. Wilds jumps on top of Blue and wails away with rights and lefts onto the face of Marina. The fans from the concession stand have wondered down to where the action is, but security guards have kept them back at a distance. Jaice gets Blue to her feet and kicks her in the stomach then hoists her up and delivers a powerbomb onto the concrete floor. Beside the door is a smaller door that leads to outside and the parking lot. Jaice seems to have been looking for that instead of the garage door. He grabs Blue and they head outside. Before taking the full action outside, Wilds takes time to slam Blue’s head with the closing door. Blood is everywhere, they are now fighting outside.
Chad Kurtis: Unless specified, t his match must end inside the ring!
Bubba J: No shit Sherlock. Geeze, are you as stupid as you are scared?
Mikey Massacre: This has been a hell of a match, a hell of a match indeed.
The action is now in the parking lot. Jaice charges Blue, but Blue has the presence of mind and performs a back body drop onto the pavement. Blue now has the advantage and picks up Wilds and delivers another body slam. Blue isn’t through punishing his back as he delivers a back to belly suplex, belly to belly suplex, hurricanrana, and a variation of other back punishing moves to her challenger. She carries Jaice over to the cars and begins slamming his head over and over again into the car’s fender.
Bubba J: They’d better stay away from my truck, that’s all I got to say.
Mikey Massacre: And my car.
Chad Kurtis: Who cares about your vehicles when a match like this is taking place?
Bubba J: I do.
Mikey Massacre: Me too.
Jaice isn’t through yet though and they are once again trading blows, both rights and lefts.
Bubba J: The wrestlers have destroyed this arena’s property, the concession stand, and now some fan’s vehicle, what is next?
Chad Kurtis: That move right there.
~Megavision~
Jaice had gotten on the hood of the car and powerbombed Blue through the windshield.
CROWD: Damn!
Mikey Massacre: This match looks like the only pin attempt is going to be the one that gets the win.
and that will be it.”
Chad Kurtis: It only takes one to get the job done.
Jaice can’t pin Blue while she is in the cabin of the car, so he pulled her out and Blue’s back is bloody and has pieces of glass in it. Jaice kicks Blue in the stomach and powerbombs her for good measure onto the pavement beside the car.
Chad Kurtis: How much longer can Blue keep going, especially after that match last week?
Bubba J: If you weren’t too sissy to pass out in a match, you might find out.
Mikey Massacre: Can you two get along at all?
CHAD and BUBBA J: Nope!
Wilds climbs onto the roof of the car and dives connecting with an elbow right to Blue’s face. Jaice lifts Marina up, dragging her up onto his shoulders as he walks back into the arena.
Bubba J: Here they come through the curtain… Well in a few minutes they will
Marina whips Jaice through the curtain, stumbling behind him. Jaice spins around with a spinning heel kick, Marina ducks under kicking a field goal right between his legs.
Bubba J: And its…. GOOD!
Mikey Massacre: Bet it hurts him more than her.
Chad Kurtis: Definitely.
Marina drags Jaice down to the ring, rolling him in under the bottom rope before pushing a ladder in after him. Marina crawls in afterwards, bringing a steel chair with her.
Bubba J: Marina going to set up for the Dirt Pipe Milkshake from the top of the ladder!
Indeed Marina is setting up the ladder, carrying the chair up with her. Jaice begins to stir and Marina is finally set. Marina lifts the chair into position, but Jaice pushes the ladder over!
Marina’s throat comes down on the top rope, jerking her backwards into the ring where Jaice twists her around, bringing her throat down across his shoulder in a stunner!
Chad Kurtis: Marina’s neck may be broken!
Mikey Massacre: My GAWD!
Bubba J: Guess ther’ll be no Deep Throat 9.
Jaice sets up the ladder, climbing up and delivering… Aerial Ace!
One!
A bit of a pause here as Jimmy Johnson keeps the check on Marian.
Two!
Another few seconds pause, it appears Jimmy isn’t counting like he should, concern on his face.
Three!
DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Rebel Pro Aggression Champion… The Xtremist Jaice Wilds!
Bubba J: Holy Shit what a match, new champion, and blood everywhere! Damn I’ve got a har…
Mikey Massacre: hard time believing that both are still alive.
Chad Kurtis: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Jaice drops down beside Marina, as Jimmy Johnson does the same, both worrying about her. Marina opens her eyes and smiles, knowing she has lost the match, but she gives a thumbs up and indicates that she’ll be just fine when she has healed.
Bubba J: Thank goodness, there will be a Deep Throat 9.
Mikey Massacre: Marina is ok, but she will be sent to the hospital for furhter evaluations.
~Commercial for Jacob’s Something or another, as soon as I find out what it is, I’ll try and sale it.~
“I’m Da Shit” booms into life, but not from the speakers of the arena, but instead from the trunk and inside of a 2010 Toyota Camry. The car is decked out with 20 inch gold rims, gold trim, and the bass is pumping to get the crowd behind them. As the car stops right at the ring, it begins to pump up and down on its hydraulic suspension kit.
Jenny Jersey: From Charlotte, North Carolina; they weigh in at a total combined weight of five hundred and sixty-five pounds… BG and TJ Robinson… BIG BO$$ RIDER$!
The crowd give them a cheer since they’re from Charlotte. The car is removed slowly as TJ and BG get inside the ring.
Bubba J: I hate rap music.
Chad Kurtis: And I’m sure the feeling is mutual.
Mikey Massacre: It doesn’t really bother me.
Bubba J: I like stuff like Southern Rock, country, and the only thing I can stand about this jerk beside me is his entrance music… Kid Rock is awesome!
Chad Kurtis: Yeah, perhaps the only thing we shall ever agree on.
“Higher” by Creed hits up in the speakers of the building, but it is quickly drowned out by a loud rumbling engine. Smoke boils into the arena from the back as a beat up 1970 something Cadallac pulls into the arena. The car is dragging its one muffler… nope, it just fell off. The windows are cracked, well the front one is and the other five are just missing except for where the Tex Mex Express have tried to put plastic wrap over the holes. The muffler coughs… coughs… coughs… and belches one loud blast along with a cloud of smoke before dying right at ringside. El Gato and Jesse James Hank Williams get out of the vehicle, much to the laughter of the crowd before waving to them.
JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing the team of Jesse James Hank Williams and his partner El Gato… they weigh in at a total combined weight of three hundred and sixty pounds… TEX MEX EXPRESS!
They step up onto the ring apron and into the ring.
Bubba J: My kind of car.
Chad Kurtis: Broke down?
Mikey Massacre: A rolling wreck?
Bubba J: Nope… paid for.
DING DING
Collar and elbow between El Gato and TJ, Gato backing TJ up into the corner, while BG nails JJHW with a flying roundhouse kick right into his jaws sending him against the ropes. TJ with a knee into Gato’s ribs doubles hiim over but an uppercut stands him right back up. TJ with a flying clothesline takes JJHW over to the outside. TJ launches himself over the top rope to the outside with a dive over the top rope sending JJHW into the railing with his shoulder. TJ gets up, playing to the crowd for a minute, but JJHW nails him right in the groin with a fist and TJ is holding his junk in huge amounts of pain. Back inside the ring.
Bubba J: That is going to hurt when he tries to piss.
Mikey Massacre: Undoubtedly.
Gato backs BG up with a flurry of rights and lefts, throwing a knife edge chop in there for good measure until he is the one in the corner. Gato climbs him in the corner, jumping to his shoulders, flipping him out of the corner with a hurricanrana.
Bubba J: What a move for Gay-too
Mikey Massacre: That is Gato.
Bubba J: I know, right?!
Gato with an whip sends BG into the ropes, he follows after with a hand stand into a double foot into the face sending BG over the top rope to the outside. Gato gets a head of steam up, sending himself over with a plancha!
CHAIR TO THE FACE!
Mikey Massacre: What a shot from BG there!
Bubba J: Nearly took that mexican’s face right off!
Gato lands hard, holding at what is perhaps a broken nose, either way it is dripping blood out of his mask. BG lifts him up, whipping him into the railing and pounding his face into the railing like he’s mashing potatoes for supper. On the other side of the ring TJ has JJHW up onto his shoulders, FU… I mean Attitu..
Bubba J: Fuck U from TJ there!
Mikey Massacre: Don’t you mean Attitude Adjustment?
Bubba J: No, I mean Fuck U and if you correct me again then I’m gonna kick Chad right in the balls.
Chad Kurtis: If you only had a set to back up your words with.
TJ pulls JJHW’s head up, dropping him throat first across the railing before whipping him back first into the railing. JJHW’s back slams heavily into the apron, him stumbling forward, but TJ is there with a knee strike right into his face spinning JJHW around. TJ up onto the apron, running off and landing with a Lou Thesz Press and pounding away with fists, elbows, and finishing off with a headbutt right into the nose. JJHW rolls him over, the nose shot awakening the beast within. TJ fights back with a few fists, but JJHW is a man on a mission, that is opposed to Men on A Mission which is completely unrelated and probably wasted my time writing that as no one remembers who Men on A Mission is.
Bubba J: I do.
Mikey Massacre: You do what?
Bubba J: I don’t know.
Chad Kurtis: I hear that a lot from you.
Bubba J: Shut your face or I’ll shut it for ya.
TJ rolls JJHW back over, but JJHW is not to be denied as he lifts them both up with a bear hug, ramming TJ’s back into the steel post. On the other side of the ring BG delivers a piledriver onto a steel chair, taking his portion of the Tex Mex Express fully in control. BG pulls Gato back up, rolling him over onto the table.
Bubba J: Ok Chad, time for you to run scared like you’ve done most of your career.
Chad Kurtis: You know, I’ve had about as much of you as I can stand.
Bubba J: Well, you’ll have to stand to run like the wimpy chicken that you are.
Mikey Massacre: I think there is enough fighting here in the match and we don’t… you two don’t have to add to it.
Bubba J: Don’t worry, Chad doesn’t fight, chickens only run.
BG with an elbow puts Gato in place and BG climbs to the top turnbuckle for a move to put the hardcore highflyer down for good. BG dives with a crossbody, Gato moves out of the way allowing BG to crash through the table.
Bubba J: Look, Chad actually stayed in place, proud… no I ain’t proud of you cause you let me down Chicken boy.
Gato climbs up to his feet, blood dripping from under his mask as he lifts BG up to a kneeling position in the wreckage of what was the table. Gato with a knee to the side of his face before spinning around just to deliver another knee to the side of his skull. Gato is on a roll with a set of karate kicks to the skull before leaping over, twisting, and driving the back of BG’s skull into the concrete. Gato rolls BG up to his feet, face pound into the railing before shoving him backwards from the fans. Gato up onto the top of the railing, leaping out with a roundhouse kick right to the skull spinning BG around and causing him to kiss the steel post hard. Gato rolls forward and up slamming his elbow into the back of BG’s skull causing him to smack the post a second time. Gato looks over to where JJHW is taking care of business. Gato yells something out and JJHW looks and nods. JJHW pulls a barbed wire baseball bat from under the ring and holds it up for a fan to light on fire!
Mikey Massacre: And there is fire!
Bubba J: Gonna run Chad?
Chad Kurtis: How do you put up with him?
Mikey Massacre: The check helps a lot.
Chad Kurtis: It’d have to.
JJHW swings the bat, slamming it heavily into TJ’s chest, causing blood to flow immediately. TJ is on fire, but JJHW only laughs at him as he slams the bat harder into his flesh, ripping him more and more with each and every blow.
Bubba J: I love the sight of someone’s blood, it excites me.
Chad Kurtis: And that is scary, how did you manage to get a job announcing for Rebel Pro?
Bubba J: You could say I know the Owner, you know the guy that runs this place.
Mikey Massacre: Are you guys really tight?
Bubba J: Pretty much one in the same.
TJ with a shot into JJHW’s junk causes him to drop the lit bat, but TJ picks it up quickly slamming it into JJHW’s junk. JJHW holds himself in pain, but TJ isn’t finished as he golfs the bat right into his face knocking him back against the railing. Gato runs along the apron, heading for his partner. Gato leaps up to the top rope, running along ther and launching himself off with a suicide run and dive, but TJ turns just in time.
FIREY BARBED WIRE BAT TO THE GUT!
Gato doubles over as TJ’s twin comes over, limping and holding at his bloody face.
Bubba J: I don’t get the twin appeal, they look nothing alike.
Mikey Massacre: Could be because BG’s face is covered in blood, while the other’s isn’t.
Chad Kurtis: I’d say that is the difference right now.
Bubba J: But how do you know which is really which?
Mikey Massacre: The same way you know which one is the real one of the two when you get drunk.
Bubba J: You only see two?
BG lifts Gato up, tossing him into the ring before sliding a table in afterwards. TJ lifts a couple of chairs up and tosses them in as well. TJ sets up the tables and chairs, the chairs on top of the table in sort of a pyramid of hardcoreness. BG, bleeding, lifts Gato into powerbomb position on the top turnbuckle and launches himself and Gato off! JJHW shoves TJ from behind, allowing him to absorb the impact as Gato lands on the chairs, driving them as well as his weight on top of TJ, who goes through the table with everyone on top of him, except for JJHW!
Bubba J: What a mess.
Chad Kurtis: And there’s a pin attempt!
One!
Two!
Gato kicks out.
Mikey Massacre: Gato kicks out, but just barely.
Gato has his hands down his pants, trying to grab something…
JJHW lifts TJ up from the wreckage, tossing him over the top, but he grabs a hand full of JJHW hair! JJHW goes over the top as well, TJ somehow turning the desperation move into a facebuster on the concrete!
Bubba J: That… is gonna leave a mark.
Chad Kurtis: A spot of blood on this nice clean floor?
Mikey Massacre: It looks like its been cleaned by a blind man.
Bubba J: You could say that.
BG lifts Gato up again, into a fireman’s carry, looking to toss him around onto the debris and steel chairs. Gato wraps something around BG’s neck!
Chad Kurtis: Gato wraps a wire around BG’s throat!
Mikey Massacre: He’s choking him out!
Bubba J: Brilliant!
BG tries to remove the wire, but… but… he’s falling. Outside the ring TJ has no idea as he’s barely moving, the final desperation move taking all he had left. BG falls, it is a wire assisted Triangle choke!
El Gato rolls into a pin!
One!
Two!
Three!
DING DING
JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match… El Gato and Jesse James Hank Williams… Tex Mex Express!
The crowd jump up, well somewhat, as they are still figuring out this very unusual tag team.
“Come and see the greatest show…”
The crowd now definitely jump up, they love… I mean absolutely love the carnage that the following team brings to their matches…
Bubba J: Here comes The Freak and tiny… I mean Shut Down.
The Freak and Shut Down step into the arena from the back and immediately head down to the ring, holding their Tag Team Titles over t heir shoulders, the same belts they defended successfully earlier tonight. Freak is wearing a couple of bandages and Shut Down is well as big as the day is long. Both men step into the ring and receive the microphone from Jenny Jersey.
FREAK: Well… congratulations.
Both men shake the hands of Tex Mex Express.
FREAK: Nice to know that you can beat nobodies.
Shut Down and Freak watch as BG and TJ Robinson glare up at them and walk to the back, having lost their first match in Rebel Pro but knowing that they will be coming back for more.
FREAK: We came out here to offer you a Tag Team Title shot, to see what you got.
SHUT DOWN: All you have to do is shake our hands and the deal is done.
JJHW and El Gato reach out and the four men shake hands, nothing more.
Chad Kurtis: Good to see that nothing else is gonna happ…. what the?
Bubba J: Kick their ass!
Shut Down with a big double handed chokeslam sends Jesse James Hank Williams over the top and onto the cement floor again tonight, he’s got to be sore from that. Freak with a nut shot on El Gato doubles him over and Shut Down delivers a big boot to the top of his skull. Freak dashes out of the ring, sliding in a table and sets it up as Shut Down wraps it in barbed wire. Freak soaks the wood in lighter fluid and strikes a match… setting the table on fire. Freak then soaks himself on fire before climbing to the top of the turnbuckle and diving off with a flip and a leg drop across Gato’s throat as Shut Down powerbombs him through the flaming table. Freak rolls up to his feet, does a bit of a dance before dropping down to just beat the hell out of Gato in the flames of the wreckage.
Bubba J: He’s kicking … well… beating some ass.
Mikey Massacre: The match is set now, but Freak Show softening the challengers up here.
Chad Kurtis: And you call me chicken?
Bubba J: Yes I do, this is a tactical decision of softening up your challenger to keep your titles.
Freak gets up, putting himself out as him and Shut Down laugh as they leave the ring, leaving El Gato in the burning remnants of the table.
~Commercial for Brion’s Jock Straps, we’ll hold you all day and night.~
JENNY JERSEY: This match is your main event for Winter Blast 2011 and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!!
‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits the PA!!
JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds…..’The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!
Maverick steps out from the back and gets a surprisingly big pop from the crowd!! He makes his way down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….
‘Anthem For The Underdog’ by 12 Stones pounds the PA and the booing begins!!!
JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from British Columbia, Canada and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the reigning and defending REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….’The Falcon’ Jacob Venar!!!
Jacob steps out from the back, the World Title draped over his shoulder. He smiles as he looks out over the hostile crowd and makes his way down to the ring.
MIKEY MASSACRE: This is gonna be one hell of a fight!
BUBBA J: It’s about time that Jacob defended that title….Little coward.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow I smell sour grapes! Anyway Jacob has…..Oh hang on!!!
CHAD KURTIS: And here we go already with some action!
The camera quickly pans to the aisle way and we see that Jacob has been bum rushed by Maverick!!!
BUBBA J: Woo hoo!! It’s on baby!!
CHAD KURTIS: So how many times have you successfully defended the Rebel Pro World Title Bubba J?
BUBBA J: Chad, will you just shut the fuck up?
Maverick and Jacob are trading lefts and rights, neither man willing to give up an inch!
Jacob rakes the face of Maverick.
Jacob grabs Maverick and whips him back first into the guardrail!
The Champ rushes in and Maverick backdrops him into the crowd!
Maverick climbs over the railing and again the two men engage in a fierce slugfest! Fans scatter and security does its best to keep people out of the melee!
Maverick takes it to the floor with a double leg takedown! Maverick in the mount position and throwing elbows at the temple of the champ who is trying to cover up.
Jacob manages to shove the challenger off and tries to scramble to his feet.
Maverick grabs a chair, rolls to his feet and cracks Jacob across the back with the chair! Jacob staggers through the crowd with Maverick hot on his heels.
Another chair shot! This one to the skull of the World champ! Jacob slumps up against the guard rail.
Maverick rushes in, but Jacob gets a boot up and kicks the chair back into the face of the challenger! Jacob rips the chair away from Maverick and drives it into the ribs of the challenger! It’s quickly followed up with a brutal shot across the back and Maverick drops to all fours!
Jacob tosses the mangled chair away, pulls Maverick to his feet and hurls him over the railing to the ringside area!
Jacob climbs over the railing, grabs Maverick and rolls him into the ring and follows him inside.
Referee Alan Stone is now able to call for the bell and this title match is now official!
BUBBA J: Good the match is over.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Well actually it’s just officially started.
BUBBA J: Eh.
CHAD KURTIS: This one is already shaping up to be a intense battle.
Jacob pulls Maverick to his feet and shoots him into the ropes.
A clothesline from the champ drops Maverick like a brick.
Jacob hits the ropes and drops a legdrop across the face of Maverick.
Maverick is pulled to his feet and whipped into the corner.
It’s reversed!
It’s reversed again but Jacob counters by hitting a whisper in the wind!
Jacob sets himself as Maverick pulls himself to his feet.
Spear!
Leapfrog by Maverick and Jacob eats a turnbuckle!
Jacob staggers back from the turnbuckle and Maverick takes him up and over with a release German suplex!
Maverick is quickly on him as he yanks Jacob up and drills him with a double underhook backbreaker across the knee!
Maverick is again quickly pulling the champ up! He positions him and snaps off his Drain Bramage onto the champ!
Jacob rolls over to his stomach to avoid a cover but Maverick doesn’t seem to care. Maverick sits on the champs back, grabs his arms and pulls him up into a Goku-Raku Gatame (straight jacket submission hold!!)
Alan Stone asks Jacob if he wants to call it quits and gets spat at by the champ!
Maverick transitions from the straight jacket to an STF!
The crowd has started a rowdy ‘Tap! Tap! Tap’ chant!
Maverick cranks on the pressure and Jacob starts to pull himself (and Maverick) towards the ropes! Oddly it looks as if the champ is smiling at the pain, as if he enjoys it!
Jacob is close to the ropes and Maverick transitions again this time putting Jacob into a Crippler Crossface and the crowd is going crazy as they sense the champ will tap!
BUBBA J: I bet Jacob gives it up….Punk ass.
MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess we can add ‘Man of 1001 Submission Holds’ to the endless list of nicknames for Maverick!
CHAD KURTIS: He can be the Innovator of Submissions.
Jacob reaches out and just manages to grab the bottom rope causing a break!
Maverick rolls out of the ring, pulls back the ring skirt and drags out a large sheet of plywood covered in barbed wire!!
Maverick slides the barbed wire bed into the ring and climbs in after it.
Jacob is getting to his feet and Maverick lands a stiff kick to his head. The champ is dragged away from the ropes and positioned for a powerbomb!
Maverick hoists Jacob up into a powerbomb but switches it into a Samoan Drop into the barbed wire plywood bed!
Maverick does miss a beat as he throws himself onto Jacob who is still laying in the barbed wire!
One!
Two!
Jacob kicks out!!
BUBBA J: I dunno about you, but I LOVE the taste of barbed wire in the morning!
Jacob is peeled out of the barbed wire and sent sailing into the far corner.
Maverick follows him in but takes a back elbow to the face!
Spear out of the corner takes Maverick off his feet!
Jacob, his back oozing blood, rolls to the outside as Maverick lays in the ring clutching at his ribs.
Jacob pulls a toolbox out from under the ring and opens it up pulling out a screwdriver.
Maverick is getting back to his feet and never sees Jacob slip back into the ring.
Falcon Punch from Jacob drops Maverick to his knees!
Jacob stands behind the challenger and drives the screwdriver into his scalp!!
The crowd groans as blood runs down the face of the challenger as the champ digs the tool into the soft flesh of the forehead!
Jacob shoves Maverick away, shoves the screwdriver into his boot and rolls back outside the ring.
Jacob produces a staple gun from the toolbox and is all smiles as he slides back into the ring.
Maverick is on his knees facing Jacob, his face is covered in blood. Jacob places the staple gun against the head of Maverick but before he can pull the trigger he takes a low blow!
Maverick yanks the staple gun away from a doubled over Jacob and –
KaThunk!
KaThunk!
KaThunk!
In rapid fashion into the back of the champ!
MIKEY MASSACRE: That’ll leave a mark…Or seven.
CHAD KURTIS: It doesn’t hurt so much going in, but coming out… damn painful.
BUBBA J: Again I call you a weakling, it never hurts.
Jacob is scrambling trying to escape but gets clubbed upside the head with the staple gun.
Maverick grabs Jacob and leads him over to a near corner. As Jacob squirms, Maverick manages to grab the bottom lip of the champ and -
KaThunk!
Staples it to the top turnbuckle!!
Maverick tosses the staple gun aside and steps out onto the ring apron. As Jacob tries to free himself, Maverick runs down the length of the ring apron and pops the champ with a yakuza kick to the head!
The force of the kick rips Jacob free of the turnbuckle and he stumbles away blood pouring from his mouth.
Maverick quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a missile dropkick to the back of the champs head!
Maverick is up quick, drags Jacob and yanks him up as well. Sit out power bomb onto the barbed wire bed!!
One!
Two!
Three-
No!!
Jacob kicks out!!
BUBBA J: Whoa Jacob showin’ me some balls in the ring for once, more than Chad Kurtis ever done.
CHAD KURTIS: How many championships did you win in Rebel Pro?
BUBBA J: Not nearly as many as you, but then again I wasn’t around from the very beginning either.
Maverick drags a bloody Jacob out of the barbed wire but the champ shocks him with a modified code breaker!
Jacob spits blood onto Maverick and turns his attention to the barbed wire bed. He picks it up and pushes it on top of Maverick!!
With Maverick buried under the barbed wire, Jacob scales to the top of the nearest corner and hits his Spread My Wings Senton!!
The board cracks and a battered Jacob lays on the mat stunned from the move. Referee Alan Stone simply looks on as he’s been instructed that this match will end with a pin or a submission only.
Jacob rolls over, pulls away what’s left of the barbed wire bed and covers Maverick.
One!
Two!
Three!
NO!
Maverick gets a shoulder up!
Jacob quickly locks in a sankaku-jime to try and make the challenger either pass out or tap!
Blood is pouring like a faucet from the scalp of Maverick as he tries to get out of the triangle choke that’s being applies to him.
Maverick gets a foot on the ropes and Jacob is forced to break the hold!
Jacob rolls out of the ring as Maverick tries to get back to his feet.
With a massive pop, Jacob pulls a 15 foot ladder out from under the ring! Jacob places the ladder on the apron but gets it kicked back into his face thanks to a baseball slide from Maverick!
Jacob hits the floor hard but immediately starts to grab for something under the ring.
Maverick drags the ladder into the ring and props it up in a corner. The challenger turns his attention back to Jacob and leans out of the ring to grab him.
Jacob busts a fluorescent tube across the head of Maverick!!
Maverick drops back into the ring and Jacob smiles as he holds what’s left of the light tube.
Jacob rolls into the ring and starts to grind the end of the broken light tube into the arm of Maverick!
With his free hand, Maverick is able to reach behind him and snapmare Jacob over!
Maverick tries to lock in a rear naked choke on a seated Jacob! The champ fights like crazy to keep Maverick from sinking in the move and both men start to roll across the mat.
Maverick locks in the choke and the fans pop as Jacobs face starts to go a bright red from lack of oxygen!
Jacob manages to roll himself over once more and Maverick is laying back first on the barbed wire with the champ on top of him!
Maverick has no choice but to release the hold!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob almost had to give it up right there! Give him some credit for escaping!
BUBBA J: Pass.
CHAD KURTIS: He’s got a bit of respect from me, but lets see if he can defend here successfully first.
Jacob slowly gets to his feet and reaches around and grabs Maverick. He starts to pull the man to his feet when he takes a kick to the junk!
Maverick quickly hooks him and hits his ‘Oops! I broke him!’ Sending Jacob smashing into the propped up ladder behind them!!
Maverick with the cover!!
One!
Two!
Three!
MIKEY MASSACRE: He pinned him! We have a NEW World Champ!
The place EXPLODES as Maverick has just beaten Venar!
The referee goes to raise the hand of Johnny when he sees that Jacob has a foot on the bottom rope!
The referee waves off the pin!!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Wha…he’s calling it off!! He’s saying that Jacob had his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it during the pin!!
BUBBA J: I think he put it on the ropes AFTER the count. Huh….Maybe he does have some smarts.
CHAD KURTIS: I think he actually did put it on the ropes after the pin, lets check backstage.
BUBBA J: I’m getting word that there was not a camera recording that section.
CHAD KURTIS: Actually, for once, Bubba J is telling the truth not a single camera caught him doing that.
Maverick has grabbed the referee and is shouting into his face but Alan Stone stands by his call. There has been NO pinfall!
Maverick shoves away the referee and goes to pick Jacob up off the mat.
Jacob jabs the screwdriver he had in his boot into the face of Maverick! The challenger drops to the mat holding his face!
Jacob slowly gets up, his back looking like raw hamburger and sets the ladder up as Alan Stone is checking on Maverick.
The camera zooms in and we see that the screwdriver has missed the left eye of Maverick by an inch if not less! A deep gouge has been ripped into the flesh of his face.
Jacob rolls to the outside, reaches under the ring and pulls out a table getting a huge ‘WE WANT TABLES!!’ chant!
Jacob slides in one table and then pulls out a second to another big pop!! This table also goes into the ring and Jacob slowly climbs in after it.
Jacob grabs the first table and sets it up. Maverick is starting to get to his feet and takes a hard boot to the face!
The second table is set up and placed next to the first one. Maverick is dragged to his feet and rolled onto the two tables.
Venar drives several hard right hands into the head of Maverick before once again bailing out to the outside.
A roar erupts through the crowd as Venar pulls out a plywood sheet covered in light tubes!! The sheet of light tubes are dragged into the ring by Venar who then places them on top of Maverick!!
Jacob opens up the ladder and starts climbing to the top as everyone in the building is standing.
Spread My Wings senton from the top of a 15 foot ladder!!
Maverick moves out from under the light tubes at the last second!!
Jacob blasts though the tables and the light tubes and the roar from the crowd shakes the building!!!
A drunken ‘Holy shit!’ chant threatens to blow the roof off this place!!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Maverick moved!! Jacob just put himself through two tables and a shit pile of light tubes!!
BUBBA J: That’s why I stay away from that high risk shit!
CHAD KURTIS: Not to mention the fact that your fat ass can’t do them.
Several moments pass as both men lay motionless on the mat. The chants have changed from ‘Holy Shit!’ to ‘We Love REBEL!’ clap clap clap!!
Maverick rolls over, grabs an arm of Jacob and pulls him out of the pile of debris.
One!
Two!
Three
NO!!!!
Jacob gets a shoulder up!!
Maverick quickly locks in a Fujiwara armbar on Venar!! The champ quickly squirms his way over and drapes a leg over the bottom rope calling for a break!
Maverick pulls himself to his feet, his left eye swolled shut and blood caked on his face. He pulls Jacob to his feet and the champs back, arms and legs are covered in shards of shattered glass.
Maverick hoists Jacob up for a tombstone piledriver!
Jacob wiggles his legs and it’s reversed!!
Maverick reverses it again!
Tombstone piledriver from Maverick!!
One!
Two!
Three
NO!!!
Jacob somehow kicks out!!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Neither man is willing to pack it in! These men are laying it all out there!
BUBBA J: Hopefully they’ll end up killing each other as well although I like this Maverick kid!
CHAD KURTIS: Anyone would put their life on the line for that title.
BUBBA J: Not me, I like beer too much.
Maverick drags Jacob to his feet but gets caught off guard by an inverted atomic drop from the champ!
Wing Clipper out of nowhere from Jacob!!
One!
Two!
Three!
NO!!!
Maverick gets a shoulder up!!
Jacob slaps the mat in frustration and again pulls out the screwdriver from his boot.
Low blow from Maverick causes Jacob to drop the weapon! Maverick grabs the screwdriver, smiles and jabs the point of the tool into the shoulder of the champ!!
Maverick is doing his best to carve his initials into the arm of Jacob and the champ is trying to escape as blood pours from the wound!!
Maverick tosses the screwdriver away, drags Jacob to his feet and hits his Another Body Murdered!
One!
Two!
Three!
No!!
Jacob somehow gets a shoulder up!!
Maverick looks at Jacob with pure hate and rolls to the outside. Out from under the ring comes another table to another monster pop from the crowd!!
Maverick pulls out a second table and bridges this one up using one end of the ring apron and the other on the guard rail. The second table is set up and stacked on top of the first table.
Maverick rolls back into the ring, grabs Jacob and hoists him up placing him on the top turnbuckle facing out towards the crowd.
Maverick steps out onto the ring apron, climbs up to where Jacob is sitting and tries for a hurricanrana! Jacob reverses it into a powerbomb from the top turnbuckle through the two stacked tables and down to the floor!!
A gi-normous pop from the blood thirsty crowd!! Alan Stone rolls out of the ring to make sure that both men are okay or even still alive.
What seems like days pass (in reality it’s close to a minute or so) nothing moves at ringside. The fans suddenly stir as Jacob pulls himself up, covered in blood and looking like a car crash victim.
He reaches down and drags Maverick up and shoves him into the ring.
Jacob pulls himself inside and drapes an arm over the chest of Maverick!
One!
Two!
Three!!!!
MIKEY MASSACRE: Holy shit this one is over!!
BUBBA J: Damn…No
one died.
Alan Stone calls for the bell and raises the gore soaked arm of Jacob Venar!
JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match…..And STILL REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…’THE FALCON’ JACOB VENAR!!!!!
Stone helps a bloody and battered Jacob up and hands him the World Title belt.
MIKEY MASSACRE: What a way to end this night! What a match!
CHAD KURTIS: Wow, what a contest and congratulations to both men for one hell of a match here tonight.
BUBBA J: I’ve been in better.
Maverick is starting to stir and Jacob shoves Alan Stone aside.
Jacob hesitates and pulls Maverick to his feet….And offers his hand?
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to this and Maverick looks at Jacob with suspicion.
After a hesitation, Maverick gives Jacobs hand a quick shake and releases it.
The fans start up another ‘We Love REBEL!!!’ chant as both men, bloody, ripped up and battered look at each other.
MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob won tonight in a great match but I suspect we’ll see them battling again sooner rather than later! Hell Maverick deserves a rematch after this!!
CHAD KURTIS: Especially because of that possible foot on the ropes after the three count deal earlier in the match.
BUBBA J: That was smart… not that I believe it happened at all though.
Maverick is helped out of the ring and Jacob is propped up in the corner, the World Title draped over his shoulder. He won tonight, but there’s always another challenger around the corner.
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