Aggression 3-26-2012

Honour Bound

Smoke rising from his lips and from the nostrils of his nose, Simon sits quietly at his desk. His back turned to the door, he watches a tape on the television set in his office. It’s a tape of PWA Honour Bound Night Four. A night that changed his life forever.

Simon Kalis: My wife was ripped from my heart. My youngest child was ripped from my arms. Forget the fact Teresa robbed me of my chance to finish off Lisa and win the AoWF World title. That was the least of things.

Kalis points to the television set.

Simon Kalis: You were there to save me. To hold me, and remind me that somewhere inside was the honourable fighter I’d once been. Most of all you came and died with me that night. I never did thank you.

Simon spins his chair around, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and smiles.

Simon Kalis: I never did say thank you.

Corlen sits opposite him, she smiles and nods.

Emily Corlen: Simon, you don’t need to-

Simon Kalis: But I do. And people, they rag on you a lot. They don’t give you the credit, nor respect, you deserve. I was guilty of that. But when you’ve had time to let the dust settle on your career, and let the memories of the fight fade to the back of your mind… You can’t help but think about all the people I screwed over.

Emily Corlen: I can’t fathom how large that list is.

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: No, you can’t. But today, almost a year after Honour Bound, things have never been better Em. My wife is back to me. My son back in my arms. And for the first time, The Order of best place to buy cialis online Chaos exists… Without me.

Kalis ashes his cigarette, his face wrinkling.

Simon Kalis: This is how I know my career is over. But I have crimes I’ve yet to answer for. To Jacob Figgins. To Riona Langly. To your husband, Johnny. The Apostles of-

Emily Corlen: Do you know something I don’t?

Kalis smiles, soft and warm.

Simon Kalis: No. I haven’t heard the song being sung anywhere, except my dreams where I’m reminded of the terrible things I wrought over the AoWF.

Simon reaches into his desk drawer and produces an enveloped marked to Johnny Chaos. He slides it over to Emily.

Simon Kalis: If I can do one last thing for the baby I created, it is this. To extend a hand to my enemy. It is, after all, what The Order of Chaos was founded on. Two great rivals coming together to become an unstoppable force. It gives me pride to see that, of you and Adrian.

Emily Corlen: Well to be fair, Adrian and I didn’t have the all out war spanning half a decade and multiple federations like you and Ebdon did before The Order was born.

Simon Kalis: That’s true, but times change. Half a decade then is like six months these days. Johnny needs to take his place as a leader of The Order of Chaos if it is to become true to it’s founding. There were three, there must always be three.

Corlen takes the envelope and nods, but, she seems hesitant.

Emily Corlen: Why does this feel like a goodbye? What the hell is going on Aaron?

Simon gulps, putting his cigarette out.

Simon Kalis: When you’ve done this as long as I have Emily, you’ll know. You’ll develop the sense for danger. I fear my time returned is short lived.

Emily Corlen: But we’ve got the Masters crushed in REBEL Pro.

Kalis lights another cigarette, clearly chain smoking.

Simon Kalis: Do we? Or do we merely have an illusion? After all the shit I’ve pulled in my career, I know every trick there is. I fear things may already be out of my control. We wave The Order of Chaos flag next to the REBEL Pro flag, but what does it even mean? Get the letter to Johnny. Be the reasonable voice he needs to hear, and show him where he belongs. With you, with Adrian. With the girls and with Bubba. Even with David.

Simon smirks.

Simon Kalis: Will you do that for me?

Corlen nods.

Emily Corlen: I will, Simon. I will.

Corlen stands up and salutes him. He smiles and rises to his feet, saluting back. She leaves the office as Simon plops back into his chair and we fade to ringside.

REBEL Pro FECAL Beagle Championship Match

Jack Spades versus Bobby Lee©

The bell sounded to start this contest off, but it wasn’t really a legitimate wrestling match. These two men tried their best to have the other man pin him, not the first time Bobby Lee’s been in a match of this type. Jack Spades then began to use his advantage over Bobby Lee, hitting several moves such as a suplex, brain buster, Russian leg sweep, and a piledriver to put Bobby Lee away enough so that Lee could pin him. However, pretty much all it did was make Bobby Lee whimper and scream from the pain of alien probes digging in to his skin or something. Jack, having tried several powerful moves, just looked down at Lee; who promptly kicked him right in the balls. Jack doubled over and Bobby was surprised that his flayling legs managed to connect with something, because it hardly ever does. Bobby Lee then pulled Jack on top of him for a cover, but Spades forced Bobby Lee to raise a shoulder at 2 9/10ths, making him t hink he had actually won. Spades went then on more of an attack, but the screaming, slapping, kicking wildcat known aas Bobby Lee kicked Jack right in the chin; with something that some might call a superkick, but is it so super when its an accident? Either way Jack fell, out cold, on the canvas and Bobby Lee pulled him over for a pin. The count was at 2 9/10ths again when Referee Jimmy Johnson noticed that Spades’ foot had been under the rope the entire time; Bobby Lee was pissed(actually showing emmotion). Lee got up in to the face of Johnson, yelling something about him being a great referee, usually, but he was pinned clean and he freaking know it to be some sort of conspiracy.

Jack rolled Lee up from behind, kicked at the last minute so that his own shoulders were pinned to the mat so that Lee was pinning Spades.

Winner: Bobby Lee 14:41
New Feagle Beagle Champion: Jack Spades

After the match, Jack leaned over the distraught Bobby Lee and shoved the belt in to his face. Lee then began to cry as he ripped out his hair, the greasy mess that it is.

Fuck The Order of Chaos

A camera comes up backstage, where we catch up with Masakazu. He heads to his locker room from the General Manager’s office, getting ready for his match. He gets just outside his door before something comes up from behind him, pinning him to the door.

Masakazu: L… Luce…

The camera backs up a bit, seeing as Lucious keeps Kaz pinned to his door via a pipe to the throat.

Lucious Starr: Shut the fuck up and listen, Kaz. I tried to help you. I attempted to save your ass. Did the thought even cross your mind a few weeks ago when Meghan got the brunt of that MoA attack while you were simply forced to watch?? Shit, out of respect for the Order, I gave you an out, boy. I warned your father to get you out of this, and I fucking saved your ass.

Lucious releases Kaz, the young Kalis landing on a knee beside the Fury. Lucious bends down to face Masa, shaking his head.

Lucious Starr: You wanted this war, Adrian, but you have no idea what the Masters are capable of. I saved your ass, and you repay me by assaulting me?! Let me tell you something, boy. You’ll be lucky if you make it out of TGW with your fucking mobility. I’m giving you one last chance. You can back the hell out now, while you still have the chance, or you can face the consequences of your own poorly advised battle plans.

Masakazu looks up to Lucious, a slight grin. Both men stand, Kaz holding his throat.

Masakazu: Don’t fucking patronize me, Lucious. I’m a grown man with a wife and child; I can handle my own with the likes of you. I wouldn’t have carried out this plan if I wasn’t a hundred and fifty percent certain of that. The Masters may think they’re something because of their reign over the rest of the AoWF, but REBEL isn’t afraid to stand up to you. Hell, the only reason you’re here tonight is because you’re in a damn match. And unless you get real lucky, it’ll be the LAST time you have an excuse to be around.

Lucious chuckles, shaking his head.

Lucious Starr: First off, fuck REBEL Pro. Masters or not, I’m Lucious fucking Starr, and I do what the fuck I want WHENEVER the fuck I want. I trained under your father long enough to learn a few things, and there’s not a team out there to stop me from doing what the hell I want to do.
Second, I’m going to win this tournament with Pohatu by my side. You and Aaron will be seeing a LOT of me in the next few months, so you’d better get used to it.

Masa laughs now, shaking his head.

Masakazu: You’ll have to face me soon enough, Lucy. And when you do, your time in REBEL ends. And for your information, as long as my father runs this show, you and the Masters will never step foot into an Aggression without a match.

Lucious Starr: Then I suppose I… we’ll… just have to take your father out then, won’t we?

Lucious laughs as he starts off, Adrian looking after him. His eyes narrow as he pulls a phone out.

Masakazu: Hey it’s me. Keep an eye out. Lucious might have planted something. Might want to keep a couple other Order members close.

Huntin’ The World Part 3 of 6

The scene slowly resolves in to focus, showing the logo of a college campus, the mascot, in this case, is a wildcat. From behind the camera we hear a gruff voice, that of current Rebel Pro World Champion Bubba J.

“I continue my hunt and tracking of a very illusive person this week. I have been unable to make any type of contact with this individual, but hopes are that he still watches Rebel Pro television; even though it seems to be getting overrun by some sons of bitches calling themselves the MOA.”

He clears his voice, then the sound of a lighter is heard.

“I know me and this guy don’t get along, but I’m willing to put aside my differences with him for the betterment of the company.”

He waits a moment.

“I don’t mean just the company, I mean “THE” company; the best in the Alliance of Wrestling Federations today.”

He waits, probably taking a drag of the cigarette.

“This guy has won multiple matches, wrestled in many different federations, but through it all… he called Rebel Pro home.”

A pause.

“And I know that since Rebel Pro is in need of help, if I can find him, he’ll be ready.”

The camera spins quickly.

“Look at the tits on that chick!”

He seems to be talking over his shoulder.

“Cheerleader tryouts! Damn, we are good… wonder if they’ve heard of me.”

The guy with him laughs.

“Yeah, sure they’ve heard of Bubba J.”

They laugh.

“Wanna go and get a close up?”

{fade}

Jack The Mackhammer versus Jeremy Gold versus Duncan Aries

Jenny Jersey: “Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! Already in the Ring… The first in this match… Duncan Aries!”

“Born this Way” By Lady Gaga hits the speakers as the crowd gets to their feet, Jeremy Gold walks out in his wrestling attire, he doesn’t look to be very happy to be in this match, let alone in the arena at all. He rolls under the bottom rope and paces around the ring alittle. He looks up to the top of the

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ramp dreading anything and everything that is about to happen next, keeping his distance from Duncan Aries as best as he could.

Jenny Jersey: “and his opponent… From Toronto, Ontario, Canada… He his the Assistant General Manager of Aggression… Jeremy Gold!”

The crowd cheers alittle for the frightened gold, but it doesn’t do much to raise his spirits. Duncan Aries just stares down Jeremy Gold, only switching his attention to the ramp as “Sexy and I know it” By LMFAO hits the speakers!

Jenny Jersey: “And his opponent…”

The song kicks into full gear as from behind the curtain comes a war-crying Jack the Mackhammer! He rushes out to the stage and poses for the fans who don’t really have any clue if he’s a heel or not, but cheer for him anyway.

Jenny Jersey: “From San Diego California.. Jack The Mackhammer!”

Jack rushes down the ramp and runs under the bottom rope, hoping back up almost running head first into Duncan Aries, who stands his ground like a defensive bear, Jack backs up, hands infront of him in a ‘take it easy’ sort of motion, he only backs right up into Jeremy Gold who squeels like a girl and pushes Jack right into Duncan Aries who clothes lines him right to the mat!

DING DING DING!

The match officially starts as Duncan Aries picks Jack up off the matt and tosses him into the turn buckle, he points at Jeremy and over the cat calls and boos we can hear “Stay over there, if you know whats good for you!”, Jeremy curls himself into the smallest ball he can, huddled in the corner. Duncan begins to throw punches at Jack who still hasn’t recovered from the clothes line, a couple rights and lefts to his gut, then one to the face, Jack’s head flies back as Duncan steps back and Jack falls forward.

Duncan rolls over jack with his foot and plants his boot on his chest for the pin, but before the ref can even drop to count, Jack twists Duncan’s foot and trips him up so he falls over, Jack scrambles to his feet and stalks Duncan alittle, who picks himself up to his feet, Jack rushes at him and pulls him into a quick grapple going and pulls him into a hard snap suplex! Duncan gets up from it easily, holding his back just a bit, but Jack goes right back on the attack, this time, sneaking up behind him to grab him from behind for a rough Atomic Drop!

Duncan hops back up holding his mommy/daddy button as the crowd ooo’s! Jack is smirking and giggling to himself, but Duncan spins around to go for a swing but Jack shouts out very loud stopping Duncan in his tacks “WAAAAIT!!!”

Duncan stops and looks confused.
“What’s that up there!” Jack points up and Duncan looks up, Jack smacks him hard across the face, loud enough for it to echo in the arena, Jack giggles alittle as Duncan holds his cheek, Jack pulls him up for another front atomic drop! Duncan grabs himself again and spins around right into a crazy Jeremy Gold who had leapt from his fetal position and pounced on Duncan scratching and punching and slapping at his head, screaming like a scored woman.

Jack backed off as the ref had to go and pull Jeremy Gold off, this gave Jack the chance to rush in and drive his boot right into Duncan Aries head! The ref turned around just as he finished and saw Duncan holding his skull, the ref gave Jack the fifth degree who denied everything of course! Jack pushed the ref out of the way and picked Duncan up, who managed to slither away by poking Jack in the eye! Jack covers the poked eye and cries out in agony, Duncan chuckles and turns around only to meet the hard boot of Jeremy Gold’s Golden Ticket!

Duncan stumbles back as Jack catches him in a grapple and lifts him up high! The crowd counts for five seconds before Duncan is brought down for a hard Mackhammer! The crowd goes crazy as the MOA member gets his beat down, Jack The Mackhammer is all fired up! He points to Jeremy and shouts “GET THE PIN! SPAZ!”

Jeremy’s eyes light up as he stares at Jack, then at Duncan, then back at Jack “You really mean it!”, Jack gives him the thumbs up and Jeremy collapses to the mat, almost in tears! He was finally going to get the respect he deserves, he goes to hook the leg, but before the ref can even get down to count. Jack drives his boot into Jeremy Gold’s skull! The crowd ooo’s and boo’s as Jack picks him up and tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring, all the while Gold bawling his eyes out as he comes crashing down outside the ring!

Jack just smirks and drops down to hook Duncan’s legs.

1!

2!

3!!

DING DING DING!!

Jenny Jersey: “Ladies and Gentlemen.. Here is your win-HEY!”

Jack grabs the microphone from Jenny and get himself right up next to her and smirks.

Jack: “You know, You said my name… sooo… fiiine.. when I came out here… How old are you hunny?”

Jenny just shakes her head and leans into the microphone, and with scorn in her voice, finishes her sentence.

Jenny Jersey: “…Your Winner… Jack the Mackhammer.”

LMFAO’s I’m sexy and I know it, hits the speakers as Jack backs up from Jenny, giving some very sensual pelvic hip thrusts towards jenny, wiggling his package at her as he steps out of the ring. As Jack The Mackhammer makes his way up the ramp, his music suddenly cuts and “Regulator” by CLUTCH hits. Duncan Aries pulls himself to his feet, just as Simon Kalis steps out from behind the curtains. He smiles and shakes Jack’s hand, patting him on the back. Quickly, however, his smile turns to a look of discontent.

Simon Kalis: Duncan Aries. A Master of Armageddon.

Aries scoffs at Simon, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: I told you there’d be consequences if you lost this match, Duncan. Maybe we can work something out again in the future, but for now? You’re fired.

The crowd erupts into cheers, Duncan can’t believe it. Simon just waves goodbye and heads backstage once again. Gold, tears streaming down his face, quickly pursues Simon.

Who’s the Shadow Man?!

Another grainy shot of someone sitting in an office, or at least a room with office type stuff in it. The shot is not even poor quality, its worse than that.

“Yes, the door is still open here.”

A low sound of mocking laughter comes from the shadow man.

“No, he won’t be a problem at all.”

The shadow waits.

“Look forward to seeing what you’ve got in store.”

The shadow laughs again.

“Until then, have fun and may your reign of destruction begin.”

Two Generals, One Apocalypse

We open up backstage on the Nature locker room, where the duo prepare for their match. A knock at the door, and in walks Simon Kalis. Starr raises an eyebrow, Pohatu looking between the two and then gets to his feet, motioning the washing of his hands as he exits the room. Kalis steps up to Lucious, who shrugs before turning back to his locker.

Simon Kalis: So where are they, Lucious?

Lucious turns to Simon, shaking his head.

Lucious Starr: Aren’t you a year late on that? I gave those back…

Simon Kalis: You know what I mean, Lucious. You voiced a plausible threat to Adrian. I want to know where they are.

Lucious Starr: Even if Fley and I had made some plans for tonight, you really think I’d reveal such plans to you?

Simon has had enough, pinning Lucious to the locker with his elbow. Lucious grins, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: The Masters have been banned from any and all REBEL shows, save scheduled matches. I’ve made sure that only a select number of the Masters have matches in one specific show. Now I know of only two people on this earth with the funds and motive to work my security against me, and Corey has retired from the profession.

Lucious laughs a bit, but is cut off as Simon puts more pressure on his elbow. Lucious holds his arms out, Kalis releasing him. Starr shakes it off, looking at Kalis.

Lucious Starr: Fuck you, Aaron. This whole anti-Masters regime is a failure. You want the truth? Fine, you called my fucking bluff. The Masters haven’t got a damn thing planned for tonight or any other night. We’re perfectly happy taking the RP3T and letting you have what’s left of this back water shithole. Now why don’t you take your Armani suit and your platinum wristwatch and that nifty little gold-plated desert eagle I’m sure you have tucked away on your person and shuffle your ass back to your desk, where you fucking belong?

Kalis and Starr stare each other down, neither one willing to back down. Morris comes out of the bathroom, seeing the confrontation and runs back in, slamming the door. Kalis backs off just a step, taking a quick breath.

Simon Kalis: I’ve made you my bitch before, Starr. Don’t think I won’t do it again.

Kalis starts off, opening the door. He stops as Starr calls after him.

Lucious Starr: Your plan failed once, Kalis. It will fail again.

Kalis turns back, an eyebrow raised.

Simon Kalis: My plans have never failed.

Lucious Starr: Funny. Adrian insists that you tried to make me your patsy. And yet it was YOU who eventually failed the Order. Sounds like a failed plan to me.

Simon Kalis: Say what you will to rationalize your sorrows. We both know I never lose.

Lucious Starr: Right. Bet Vanessa would beg to differ.

Kalis stops cold, his eyes widening. He turns back, Lucious with a sick grin on his face. Kalis steps up, slapping him across the face.

Simon Kalis: That was too far, Lucious, and you know it. My wife is off limits.

Lucious Starr: Really? Cause it seems to me that Tamika is taking over that role… Would Vanessa appreciate you taking up a replacement? A much younger, though probably far more experienced replacement?

Simon again goes to slap Lucious, but Starr catches him by the wrist. He leans in, still grinning.

Lucious Starr: You wanted a war. You chose your adversary, knowing what he knew. You bring this on yourself.

Lucious releases Kalis, Simon taking in a deep breath through his nose.

Simon Kalis: It is you who forgets his adversary, not me Beta.

He takes a moment, walking off. He bumps into Pohatu, and stops Pohatu by putting his hand on Pohatu’s chest.

Simon Kalis: If you’re a friend of Starr’s, you’re an enemy of ours. Remember that.

Kalis scoffs and walks off. Pohatu comes back into the locker room, shaking his head.

Pohatu: Just a reminder, Lucy. I’ve got your back in the tournament, but that’s it.

Lucious Starr: I know, I know. Your hands are clean of MoA business. I got it.

Pohatu: Alright. Now, let’s go. We’re up in two minutes and it’ll take three to get through the halls.

Morris peeks out of the bathroom, joining the duo as they make their way to the ring.

RP3T Round 2

Nature versus The Cowgirls from Hell versus Sticks ‘N’ Stones

We come back from commercial to find that all teams have entered in to this match, the fans still buzzing from the Cowgirls’ entrance, as their music dies away.

Ding Ding

Stone and Meghan started off this match with a collar and elbow, Matt quickly with the advantage, that is until Meghan trips him up, allowing his throat to come across the top rope. Stone holds at his throat, Meghan with an inverted DDT takes him down; she covers quickly.
One…

Two…

Lucious Starr is in there quickly breaking up the pin and as though it was a crack in the damn… here comes everyone else.

Larry Gordon: And the flood gates have opened!

Linzi Martin: It is Rebel Pro, but I’m not sure even we can keep up with this action.

Pohatu leaps on to Starr’s back, using the platform to launch himself with a scissorskick to send Tamika down to the canvas. Starr rushes after Marvin Wood, who barely ducks under the clothesline catching the arm and bringing Lucious down with an arm drag. Pohatu springs from the middle rope, leg drop across Marvin’s neck breaks the submission he was trying to apply. Starr is up to his feet, whipping Pohatu in to the ropes, giving his partner momentum to leap up with another scissorskick that takes out Meghan Nash Strader. MNS rolls under the ropes, to the outside, as Matt Stone pulls himself up to his feet. Starr barrels in to him with a shoulderblock, lifting him up and down to deliver a stunning spinebuster. The team of Nature(Pohatu and Lucious Starr) are standing tall in this one.

Larry Gordon: I don’t like Lucious Starr.

Linzi Martin: But you’ve got to admit.

Larry Gordon: I’ve got to admit nothing, I just don’t like him.

Tamika begins to pull herself up, behind Starr; hatred clearly visible in her eyes. Starr wheels around, eating a boot to the mouth from Tamika that knocks him in to the ropes. Starr bounces off the ropes as Tamika grabs on to Pohatu, swinging herself around kicking Starr in the jaw(sending him over the top) and then bringing Pohatu down with a tornado DDT. Tamika up quickly pulling Pohatu with her, locking him up for a snap suplex, delivering picture perfectly as Meghan dives off the top turnbuckle with a front flip leg drop. But here comes Marvin Wood, but the Cowgirls are ready for him. Marvin seems to back off, not wanting any of them both.

Larry Gordon: Marvin… backing away.

Linzi Martin: It appears so, but why?

The answer is revealed as Stone levels them both with a steel chair shot to the head; both going down. Tamika lands on the ropes, drapped there like a piece of clothing.
Larry Gordon: That is why, look at that smile on Stone’s face.

Linzi Martin: Not to mention that one on Wood’s face.
Wood makes a cover.

One…

Two…

Starr pulls Wood out of the ring and off the cover, leveling rights and lefts in to his face. Starr is backing up the former Victory Champ, until Stone drops the chair on his head, catching his attention. Starr looks up, but Wood is right there with a knee in to his ribs. Starr stumbles and right in to the path of Stone’s baseball slide in to his face. Starr slams heavily into the barricade, and Stone completes the combo with a spinning knee right in to his face. Starr is out of commission for a bit, but Pohatu isn’t as he flies off the apron with a shoulder block that sends the rising Stone in to his partner Wood; both hitting the barricade hard. Stone rolls off Wood, but Pohatu is there with a knee to his head, Stone blocks it. Starr is starting to get up as Wood aims a boot for Pohatu’s ribs. Starr catches the foot.

Larry Gordon: Both of these teams are fighting, letting the Cowgirls rest.

Linzi Martin: That is not a smart move.

Wood with an enzeguri, but Starr ducks under, delivering a bulldog to Wood that takes him out for the moment. Starr rolls up to his feet, eating a plancha from Meghan for his troubles. Starr’s head makes very solid contact with the floor as Meghan rolls through and up to her feet. Without missing a beat, Meghan is on the railing, leaping off with a bicycle type of kick to Pohatu.

Larry Gordon: Look at her agility!

Linzi Martin: Bet Simon knows if Tamika is as agile.

Pohatu catches her, driving her onto the railing and Meghan screams out in a sharp bit of pain(more like a yelp of surprise, though it would hurt like hell). Pohatu rolls up to his feet, Matt Stone spinning Pohatu around, kicking him in the gut, and delivering a sunset flip powerbomb onto the forgotten steel chair.

Larry Gordon: I had forgotten about that chair!

Linzi Martin: Pohatu won’t.

Back in the ring, Tamika and Wood are exchanging rights and lefts, along with a few wrestling holds. Wood with a hammerlock, but Tamika will quickly reverse it in to one of her own. Wood with a reversal in to one of his own, then a headlock, then he spins around but Tamika lifts him up with a belly to belly. Wood lands on his feet, spinning around with a shin to her face, but alters it at the last second, going for her ribs. Tamika grabs the shin, going with the kick, then completing some sort of Dragon screw Legwhip that sends Wood down on the female version of viagra canvas.

Larry Gordon: This is getting intense, everyone in this match is completely battered.

Linzi Martin: Mmmm tell me about it.

Stone is on the apron and hops into the ring! C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER ON TAMIKA NASH STRADER!!! Matt Stone rolls Tamika over, but in comes Pohatu and Starr! Pohatu tackles Stone to the ground, and begins wailing on him in a desperate attempt to keep him away from the downed Strader. Pohatu and Stone roll out of the ring and on the outside of the ring Stone locks in a camel clutch on Pohatu. Starr stalks Marvin Wood as Wood gets to his feet, he rushes at Wood but Wood instinctively dodges him. Wood goes at Starr, IMPERFECT TENSE!!!! Wood covers!

1!

Meghan with a chair smashes it over the back of Pohatu’s head on her way into the ring.

2!!

Meghan slides into the ring and jumps to her feet, Tamika is up too now.

3!!!!!

NO!!! MEGHAN WITH A CHAIR SHOT ON THE BACK OF WOOD’S HEAD BREAKS THE 3 COUNT!!! Meghan continues to crack the chair repeatedly against Wood’s face, he puts his arms up for what little protection they’ll offer. Matt Stone is on the ring apron, but Tamika dives through the middle ropes and spears him off the apron, through the barricade and right into front row. Meghan turns to face Pohatu and begs him to bring it, but she doesn’t see Lucious Starr back up.

Linzi Martin: BEHIND YOU MEGHAN!

HADES FLAME ON MEGHAN NASH STRADER!!!! STARR COVERS! POHATU COVERS ON TOP OF THEM BOTH!

1!

Tamika grabs a beer bottle from a fan and smashes it over Stone’s face, cutting his face open. Stone at the same time knees her in the gut, wrapping his arms around her neck and head and his legs around her waist.

2!!

Marvin Wood pulls himself to his feet.

3!!!!!!!!

NO!!! WOOD WITH A MASSIVE LEG DROP BREAKS THE COUNT!

Larry Gordon: This match is going to give me my heart problems back.

Linzi Martin: Hold on tight, Larry!

Wood is up again but so is Starr. Pohatu takes a moment to regain his composure as Starr and Wood lock horns. Starr whips Wood into the ropes and goes after him but Wood grabs Starr and snap suplexes him over the top rope, both men tumbling to the outside of the ring. Pohatu goes to check on Starr, but he doesn’t see Meghan getting up behind him. She spins him around, kicks him in the gut… MY FRIEND OF MISERY ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!! POHATU IS DOWN! Meghan COVERS!

1!

Stone throws Tamika off of himself. Starr is trying to get up but Wood grabs him and hit’s a spinning neck breaker.

2!!

Stone slides into the ring, but Tamika lunges after him and grabs onto his ankles and pulls him right back out. Wood slides into the ring.

3!!!

Wood drops an elbow onto the back of Meghans head, but it’s too late!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match and advancing to the finals of RP3T… Meghan & Tamika Nash Strader… THE COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!

Meghan rolls out of the ring and picks up Tamika, and the Girls head quickly backstage. Starr looks up as if ready to give chase, but sees the futility in it. Wood joins Stone as they begin heading away. Pohatu is up now, and shakes his head as he looks out to Starr. Pohatu is too late to warn Starr, as Masakazu pops right out of the crowd and hops up onto the barricade and then springboards himself off and hit’s a super kick onto the back of Starr’s head. Starr goes flying into the ring post, and Masakazu begins stomping down on him. Pohatu looks ready to help Starr but Masakazu shakes his head.

Masakazu: This has nothing to do with you.

Masakazu is heard saying by a nearby camera, but Starr quickly low blows Mas and then gets to his feet. Mas clutches his balls, and Starr takes down the young Kalis with a Russian Leg Sweep. Starr gets to his feet and looks up to see Pohatu leaving the ringside area. Starr begins heading back up the ramp, but Masakazu gives him chase. Masakazu from behind leaps into the air and hit’s a face buster to Starr, smashing his face against the ramp. Masakazu lifts Starr up by his long hair and throws him forward to the top of the entrance ramp. Starr with a stiff right into Masakazu’s gut, and then a spinning neck breaker for his trouble.

Linzi Martin: Two Generals battling it out!

Larry Gordon: Starr is no general, not anymore.

Starr pounds Masakazu’s face against the entrance ramp, but Masakazu elbows him in the face. He follows it up with a European uppercut for good measure. Masakazu kicks Starr in the gut grabs onto him and lifts…

Linzi Martin: Ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

Masakazu drops back, off the stage and all the way down through sound equipment and tables with the MASADRIVER!!! Masakazu winces in pain as he rolls off Starr in the debris. Starr isn’t moving at all, and Masakazu pulls himself to his feet and without saying a word limps his way back.

Larry Gordon: Adrian should’ve thought that through more, he’s got a match coming up.

Linzi Martin: Starr should’ve reconsidered threatening The Order here in REBEL Pro.

Huntin’ The World Part 4 of 6

A throat clears as the camera dissolves from blackness to a scene in Durham, NC. The establishment is one that has been seen on Rebel Pro television before, it is that of Hardcore Drinking. Bubba J stands near the camera, the establishment behind him.

“I come to you today, not on the hunt exactly, but still on the hunt full force.”

He lights up a cigarette, glaring at the person holding the camera.

“I don’t care if kids watch this, I smoke and this is me; if they don’t like it then they can kiss my ass.”

The guy obviously shuts up.

“But I’m giving a call out to this individual. I’ve called you, I’ve sent you text messeges, I’ve left voicemails, and I’ve even went by your old apartment.”

He shakes his head.
“All to no avail. I know that you are out there. I know that you probably don’t want to return, that you want to spend time with your family and all… I respect that actually.”

He looks deeply in to the camera.
“But Rebel Pro needs you man, the fans here need you, the fate of Rebel Pro… may lay in your hands.”

He continues staring.
“You love this place, being here from one of the very first shows, back before Gordon, back before Aggression, back before that bitch Rex Caliber ran this company… you were here.”

He shakes his head.

“But where in the fuck did you go man? Do you want Rebel Pro to fall? Do you want to see it disappear? Do you want to see all that you, me, and so many others have built… dissolve in to nothing more than an internet archive?”
He looks at the ember on the cigarette then back to the camera.

“I am not going to beg, but I just want you to know that if Rebel Pro fails… all of our blood… is on your hands.”

{sharp cut}

RP3T Round 2

The Sovereign vs. Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake versus Hardcore Snowfall

As we fade to ringside, we find all six competitors are in the ring. There’s a certain intensity in everyone’s eyes as “Confrontation” by Damien Marley plays in lieu of any entrance music.

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall. The winning team will advance to the RP3T FINALS! In this corner, it is my pleasure to present the team of Mr. Hardcore and Scottie “The Panther” Snow… HARDCORE SNOWFAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!!!

The crowd gives Snow and Hardcore a sizeable cheer, both men wave to the fans.

Jenny Jersey: In the opposite corner, these AoWF main stays need no introduction… ThunderWOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF and Jeffrey DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!

There’s a good cheer for them as well, though they don’t bother waving to the fans.

Jenny Jersey: And finally, in that corner… The team of Teresa Quaranta and Masakazu… THE SOVEREIGN!!!!

Masakazu, in a black on white Batman t-shirt blows bubbles towards Drake and Wolf as Teresa ignores the mixed reaction of boos and cheers they receive.

Linzi Martin: Oh my god… HERE WE GO LARRY!

DING DING DING

Drake looks to Masakazu with a “Cocky Grin”, which causes Masakazu to drop to his knees and clutch his chest wincing in pain. Drake approaches him as Thunderwolf quickly takes hold of Scottie Snow and suplexes him into the corner turnbuckle. Teresa Quaranta with a flying elbow on Mr. Hardcore sends him crashing into another turnbuckle. Drake and Masakazu seem to be exchanging words as Drake approaches Masakazu. Masakazu goes for a low blow, Drake side steps it enough where Mas only hit’s the inside of his thigh. Masakazu throws himself back, rolling onto is shoulders, neck, and then flipping backwards and getting to his feet. Adrian Kalis bounces off the ropes and lunges at Drake, who quickly manages to counter with a wonderfully executed spine buster.

Larry Gordon: The Fatal Charm versus The General! This is HUGE!

Masakazu rolls and gets to his feet, flicking his nose as he begins to sway back and forth for another go at Jeffrey Drake.

Linzi Martin: YEAH!

Teresa Quaranta puts her boot to Mr. Hardcore’s throat, pressing the heel against his throat. Thunderwolf whips Scottie Snow into the ropes, and then clotheslines him over the top rope. It’s damn near disgusting as Scottie Snow spews vomit all over the ring apron and into a few fans in front row, clearly still feeling a bit under the weather from earlier in the week. Thunderwolf observes in disgust, before turning around and meeting a spinning heel kick from Teresa Quaranta. Mr. Hardcore slides out of the ring to check on Scottie Snow, as Masakazu unleashes a quick fury of thrust kicks towards Drake. Drake side steps each kick and then grapples with Masakazu. A power struggle ensues, and Masakazu realizes he won’t overpower the bigger Drake. Mas lifts his knees into Drake’s chest repeatedly until the grapple is released. He then hops up onto Drake, climbing Drake via his own legs and drives his knees into Drake’s face, taking him down to the canvas. Masakazu quickly reaches back and pulls up a leg.

1!

KICK OUT!

Larry Gordon: There was no way.

Linzi Martin: He might be trying to play a psychological game.

Mas rolls off of Drake. Thunderwolf with a Russian Leg Sweep on Teresa Quaranta takes her down, but from her back she throws up one of those long legs and kicks him square in the face. Thunderwolf stumbles back and Teresa pulls herself to her feet. With a single chop to Thunderwolf’s chest, the whole arena can hear the impact.

Linzi Martin: It’s been a while since REBEL Pro has been back to the Aggression Arena here in Durham, and these fans are really getting a taste of world class athletics.

Mr. Hardcore helps Scottie Snow wipe the rest of the puke off himself with a fans t-shirt.

Larry Gordon: Mostly.

Teresa kicks, and elbows, and chops Thunderwolf repeatedly and in quick succession. Drake with a tornado DDT on Masakazu has Mas’ eyes rolling around in his head. Drake lifts Mas up and has him in a collar-elbow tie up, before turning it into an armbar. Masakazu twists himself around and puts Drake into a wristlock before sending another stiff knee right into Drake’s face by jumping up. Thunderwolf lifts a boot up as Teresa rushes him in the corner, cracking her across the face hard. She spins around and holds her bottom lip before quickly turning back to face Thunderwolf. Kelser is up on the middle turnbuckle and comes down onto Teresa with a double axe handle smash, sending the AoWF and Victory World Champion to the canvas hard. Masakazu quickly ties up Drake’s arms, but Drake counters and goes for the Hero’s Suplex!!! But Masakazu pulls himself back down and reverses it, going for a vertical suplex of his own BUUUUT Drake reverses it! Drake goes right back for the Hero’s Suplex but Masakazu reverses it and this time locks Drake’s arms up, spins quickly placing Drake’s head beneath him and drops! ORDER AND CHAOS! Thunderwolf with a lariat on Teresa Quaranta misses, and she tosses him out of the ring but Thunderwolf grabs onto her hair and pulls her out of the ring with him awkwardly. Masakazu quickly drops onto Drake and covers!

1!

Mr. Hardcore grabs the ring bell and slides into the ring.

2!!

Mr. Hardcore drops the ring bell right onto the back of Masakazu’s head and Masakazu immediately rolls off of Drake in pain, bleeding from the back of his head. Mr. Hardcore picks the bell up again and drops it on Drake, but Drake moves out of the way in time to avoid the heavy chunk of metal falling onto his beautifully purrty face. Drake is up and grabs Mr. Hardcore, HERO’S SUPLEX EASILY CONNECTS! Drake with the cover!

1!

2!!

Masakazu with an elbow drop right onto Drake breaks up the count. Teresa Quaranta and Thunderwolf are in a grapple fest on the outside of the ring. She whips him into the announcers table hard, but Thunderwolf with an elbow into her gut then smashes her face against one of the TV screens. Teresa grabs onto Thunderwolf and goes for an implant DDT, but Thunderwolf reverses it, lifts and then chucks Teresa Quaranta into the steel steps by the ring. He rushes at her and she toe drags his ass right into those same steel steps, Thunderwolf hitting them face first. Teresa gets to her feet and then lifts up the top half of the steel steps and brings it over her head. She slams it down but Thunderwolf instinctively rolls out of the way. Scottie Snow calmly observes it all, clutching his stomach and trying not to hack anything else up.

Linzi Martin: Snow doesn’t seem to be feeling too well there.

Larry Gordon: Yes I wonder why he even showed up.

Drake clotheslines Masakazu over the top rope and Mr. Hardcore picks the bell up again and goes to hit Drake but misses. Drake scoops up Hardcore and slams him down with a Firemans Carry. The boos suddenly ring out through the arena as Masakazu gets to his feet, and we see Lucious Starr with lead pipe in hand walking down the entrance ramp. Masakazu looks back into the ring at Drake, and Drake looks back at Masakazu and gives him a simple nod. Masakazu seems ready to rush towards Starr but instead quickly spins around, hops the apron and sprinboards himself into the ring with a cross body splash on Jeffrey Drake. Masakazu gets up just in time as Starr makes his way into the ring. Drake gets to his feet. Teresa Quaranta and Thunderwolf slug it out outside of the ring, before they both end up on top of the announcers table.

Linzi Martin: Don’t you wish Teresa wore a squirt to matches?

Larry Gordon: OH my, excuse me!

Teresa Quaranta goes for a vertical suplex on Thunderwolf, but as she drops his caves her head in with his and both of them go head first through the announcers table!!! Scottie Snow slides into the ring and then lays there, clutching his tummy, and Mr. Hardcore checks on him. Masakazu eyes Starr. Drake eyes Mas. Starr eyes Mas, Mas eyes Drake. Drake eyes Starr, and so on and so forth. Starr swings with the lead pipe, Masakazu ducks, the swing goes all the way around but Drake steps back and leans back to avoid it.

Linzi Martin: A Master, A Charm and an… Order guy! In the ring! Larry?!

Larry Gordon: OH MY!

Starr swings wildly with the lead pipe! He cracks Mas across the face! Then Drake! But then Mas throws himself shoulder first into Starr’s legs. Starr flies forward, Drake grabs his neck and DDT’s his bitch ass into the ring bell. Mas and Drake get up and then lift Starr to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Both Masakazu and Jeffrey Drake double dropkick Starr out of the ring. They both get up and seem quite pleased with themselves, that is right until Drake grabs Mas and then hit’s a Fishermans Suplex on Masakazu. Masakazu goes to get up but Starr grabs him by the legs and pulls him out of the ring. Scottie Snow stumbles to his feet, and this is when Drake notices Hardcore Snowfall huddled together. Teresa and Thunderwolf show signs of movement as they pull themselves out of the debris. Drake locks eyes with Scottie Snow. Snow locks eyes with The Fatal Charm. Drake tilts his head, and offers Snow a cocky grin. The Panther falls to his knees, pukes, and begins TAPPING OUT! Drake’s eyes widen. The referee sees this, and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: Oh my!

Linzi Martin: FUCK!

Masakazu stands up, even Starr stops and looks confused. Snow rolls away from his puke and sighs. Mr. Hardcore drops to his knees and holds his head in disbelief.

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match via submission, Jeffrey Drake AND THUNDERWOLF!!!

Starr immediately high tails it the hell out of there, laughing all the way up the ramp. Thunderwolf is laughing too, and Teresa just looks at Masakazu with pure bewilderment. All Masakazu can do is shrug in disbelief himself.

Larry Gordon: First the cakes, now this?

Linzi Martin: This isn’t the first time Drake won a match by grinning at an opponent.

Larry Gordon: And just when things were picking up…

The Wild Card

Gordon makes it to Simon Kalis’ office, and enters without knocking.

Larry Gordon: Simon!

Kalis stands right to his feet, all smiles.

Simon Kalis: Larry!

They shake hands, and then Simon motions Gordon to take a seat.

Simon Kalis: What brings you from the announcers table all the way here?

Larry Gordon: Well, as you know, both Kvlt and Violet were unable to make it to the arena.

Kalis sighs and nods.

Simon Kalis: I think they’re both on the No Fly List. Gonna have to fix that. At least for Drachen.

He laughs.

Simon Kalis: Why do you ask?

Larry Gordon: That leaves Anna without an opponent, and I’m sure you don’t want it becoming another Lisa Seldon situation.

Simon Kalis: You got an idea?

Larry Gordon: Jaice Wilds.

Simon laughs, slapping his knee. After a moment, however…

Simon Kalis: You’re serious, aren’t you?

Larry Gordon: Yes. Ignoring the fact he is with The Masters, you can’t deny he’s got talent and you yourself saved him from being deported a few months ago.

Kalis’ goofy look quickly changes to a much more sombre squint of the eyes.

Simon Kalis: Why? Why Jaice?

Larry Gordon: There’s rumours Simon, rumours of how you are stacking the deck against The Masters in REBEL Pro.

Simon Kalis: If they’re just rumours people are clearly not paying attention.

Larry Gordon: Trust me. I’m asking this as a favour.

Kalis taps his desk and then nods.

Simon Kalis: It’s done.

Gordon, with a smile and a nod, gets up to head back to ringside.

Simon Kalis: Larry… Wait.

Gordon turns around.

Larry Gordon: Yes?

Simon lowers his head, concern wrinkling his face.

Simon Kalis: Nothing.

Gordon shrugs and walks out.

Simon Kalis: Hmph.

REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match/RP3T Round 2

Might & Magic vs. Grade A Nastiness vs. C3 ©

Jenny Jersey: “Ladies and Gentlemen this next bout is a Triple Threat Tag Team and is for the Rebel Pro… Tag Team TITLES!!”

The crowd cheers in responses to Jenny, as soon as he finishes Tool’s Sober hits the speakers, the crowd has a mix of jeers and cheers as Moke Doshky and The Dragon walk out from behind the curtain together, they stare down at the ring and make their way down the ramp.

Jenny Jersey: “Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of six hundred and fifty pounds… Moke Doshky and The Dragon! They Are MIGHT AND MAGIC!”

They stop at the end of the ramp and stare out into the audience before making their way to the ring, the constant mix of jeers and cheers continues on as they make it between the ropes and into the squared circle, “Sober” fades away from the speakers as they wander off to a corner, and talk strategy.

Jenny Jersey: “And their opponents…”

Motley Crue’s “Wild Side” hits the speakers, the crowd is on their feet, they haven’t heard this music before, the song plays for a bit before Vince’s vocals kick in, and running out from the curtain comes “Grade A” Alex Wilkie and “Big Nasty” Mark McNasty! The crowd goes crazy as they take seperate positions at the each end of the stage, Posing to the crowd for those with flash photography.

Jenny Jersey: “Weighing in at a combined weight of 515 pounds! Hailing from Atlanta Georgia… he is Mark McNasty! And now residing from Toronto, Ontario Canads! Alex Wilkie!… They are! GRADE A NASTYNESS!”

The two of them run down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope, each going to different turnbuckles again, posing for the rebel pro fans who were about to get a show.

” E.T. ” By Katy Perry featuring Kanye West hits up and out step the team of C3. The REBEL PRO Tag Team Champions proceed to the ring
Jenny Jersey: Making their way to the ring, residing in Los Angeles, California. She is Emily Corlen. He hails from Edmonton, Alberta. At a combined weight of 405 pounds…….THE CORLEN CASE CONNECTION!!!!
The duo enter the ring as their manager The Wiz stands in their corner on the outside of the ring.
All three teams meet in the ring as the ref goes over the rules with them, C3 reluctantly hands over their tag titles, he shows them to GAN, then to M&M… both teams nod and he holds them up in the air, he then goes off to the side to hand them to Jenny Jersey, he makes sure all three times are in their corners, McNasty and Wilkie in the top right, Corlen and Case in the bottom left and Might and Magic in the top left.

The ref calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!!

The match is on its way, McNasty, Case and Dragon all in the ring first, They size each other up for a moment before Case calls for a game of mercy between the three of them, Dragon looks over to McNasty then puts his hands up, McNasty follows in suit, but just as they are all about to lock fingers, McNasty and Dragon both drive their boots into Case’s gut! Then pull him into a swift double suplex! Already team work from two who aren’t even on the same team, however, before they can even capitalize, Dragon goes for the grapple on McNasty forcing him into the top left corner where Doshky was, he pulls his hands back to show he wasn’t about to do anything before Dragon begins to drive his fists into the gut of McNasty, the crowd counts out but before Dragon can even get to six the ref comes over to pull him away, Doshky takes the advantage to use the tag rope to choke out McNasty!

The ref turns around to see Doshky choking McNasty and Moke quickly pulls away, again the ref is turned, Case quickly dives under Dragon and rolls him up with a school boy! The ref turns around and dives in to count!

1!

2!

The count is stopped as McNasty drop kicks Case right to his head, sending him off of Dragon! Sliding Case into the unoccupied corner! This time McNasty goes to pin Dragon!

1!

Dragon kicks out and rolls out of the way, now all three men are up, Case staggering to his feet, shaking his head from the drop kick! McNasty stares down the two men, while Case and Dragon repay in kind. McNasty quicky rushes the dragon and whips him into the GAN corner! Case takes this distraction to his advantage and goes to lock up with McNasty from behind! McNasty spins around and pushes case right into the Dragon! Case staggers back and McNasty catches him into a sickening reverse DDT!

McNasty gets back up to his feet and high fives his partner, Alex Wilkie, into the match, McNasty whispers something into Wilkies ear and they both grin, Wilkie grabs McNasty by the arm and whips him towards the Dragon! McNasty leaps into the air and hits Dragon with a hard Stinger Splash! Grade A Nastyness is all fired up as Dragon staggers forward into a hard Northern Lights Suplex from Wilkie!!

The Crowd is electric as Wilkie lets out a mighty war-cry! Rushing around the ring! He doesn’t realize that Case had made the Tag and Corlen is unleashed into the ring! Smashing into Wilkie with a hard clothes then! Then McNasty with another! Then Moke as he rushes into to save his partner! Corlen is just as fired up as she stalks Wilkie, Wilkie, getting to his feet he turns around just as Corlen lifts up her leg for the Skullcracker chick kick! Wilkie ducks under it, Corlen misses by an inch and spins around, only into Moke’s arms who lifts her up and drops her for a hard Spinebuster!

The ref pushes Moke back into his corner as no tag was made, as Wilkie quickly rushes to his feet, the Dragon slowly inching to Moke, and Corlen laying on her back in the middle of the ring. Wilkie points that out to McNasty and they both laugh, Wilkie goes for a lax pin against Corlen.

1!

Kick out!

Corlen literally pushes Wilkie off and rolls out of the way! Neither of them noticing Dragon who’s slowly is just about to Moke, but so he becomes so far away as Corlen and Wilkie pull him back to the middle by his legs! He counters though and flips around onto his back, booting both Corlen and Wilkie off! He scrambles up to his feet and slaps the had of Moke, who charges in through the ropes and runs right for the two other members. Corlen and Wilkie, astonishling on the same page, both lift the extremely heavy Moke up for a flapjack! Guillotining him on the top rope! Both of them look on at their handy work before they lock up in the center of the ring!

Corlen goes for a side headlock, but Wilkie counters and pushes her into the ropes, she runs back and Wilkie dives under her, she bounces off the opposing ropes and wilkie leap frogs over her again, she stops just before she hits the ropes and turns around, this time ducking herself under a clothesline from Wilkie! Corlen, with her back to Wilkie’s, quickly hooks her arms around his head and pulls him down for a hard neckbreaker!! She capitalizes and goes for a pin!

1!

2!

Kick out!!

Wilkie rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, Corlen gets to hers aswell and leaps into action, this time going for another side headlock! She pulls hard on the lock but Wilkie reverses and pulls her over for a modified back-suplex! He rolls out of the headlock and goes for a pin, but before the count can even be made, Moke breaks it up with a double Axe handle to the back of Wilkie!

Moke easily scoops Wilkie up into a cradle before lifting him onto his shoulders, he walks around the ring, showing off his strength before he lifts Wilkie into a military free press! He lets out a mighty roar and turns around, Right into The Skullcracker of Emily Corlen! She just about falls over from stretching her leg that high, but succeeds in knocking out Moke, sending Wilkie falling right to the floor!!

Corlen goes for the pin on Moke!

1!

2!

Dragon slips down and puts Moke’s foot on the rope, the ref doesn’t catch him doing it, but catches Moke’s foot and calls off the pin, Corlen sees this and lets out buy soft viagra a disgusted groan, she picks herself up though and walks over to Case, slapping his head to let the fresher man in.

Case smirk over to McNasty and flips him the bird before he picks Wilkie up and drives a knee right into his gut! He grabs wilkies arms and sets him up for his “Just 2 talented”, but as he lifts him up, Wilkie shifts his weight, Case having a hard time lifting him, he backs up and drives his knee into his gut again, but the same result, Case just can’t lift the kick and yelling Wilkie! He finally goes for broke and lifts again, this time however Wilkie lifts Case up and flips him over and onto his back, Wilkie then staggers forward to slap the hand of McNasty! Who rushes at Case almost immediatly, driving his hard boot into the skull of case one more time! McNasty looks down at case and shrugs, looking over to make sure Moke was out he runs over to the top turnbuckle and climbs up, he signals for the end, using his Malicious Intent! But just as he’s about to jump, Corlen shakes the ropes his on and he falls down hard, canning himself, Wilkie lets out an audible cry for his fallen comrade, who had tumbled down the ropes and into the ring, holding his parts.

Corlen just laughs and makes a raspberry noise to Wilkie, three men down in the ring, three of them on the side, fresh and waiting for the tag, Moke was already up on his hands and knees on his way to the ring side, Case, furthest away, was almost making the long journey, McNasty however was not stirring, laying on his side in the fetal position.

Moke quickly makes the tag and The Dragon rushes in! He wastes no time and pulls Case, up his arm still stretched out to Corlen, he pulls him into a Sleeper hold and then with no showboating drops him with a hard sleeper-hold slam! Dragon hooks both the legs of Case!

1!

2!

Kick out!

Case kicks out and Dragon whines about a slow count, however again, he wastes no time, he gets up to his feet and pulls Case up, but this time Case counters into a small package!

1!

2!

Dragon kicks out!

Case gets to his feet, fired up now, the two kicks to the head not phasing him, he grabs Dragon by what hair he had and into the butterfly suplex hold! He lets out a yell as he drops him back down with the “Just 2 talented!” he hooks both of dragons legs!

1!

2!!

Wilkie breaks up the count with a hard Baseball slide! Corlen rushes into the match to stop Wilkie, the ref pushes himself between them, McNasty meets Corlen from behind with a low blow! She didn’t have parts, but McNasty did it hard enough he knew she would feel it! Corlen crumbles over and McNasty leaps up shouting “HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?!”

Case pops up from McNasty and grabs his arm pushing him down to the Mat now going for his “Gamebreaker” Crippler Crossfase! He tries to pull McNasty’s headback to lock it in but McNasty shakes and moves his head and body, trying to get out of it for dear life! Case gets one arm around! McNasty inches for the ropes! Case gets the other in! McNasty is so close! Case locks it in but with alittle help from his partner McNasty snatches the rope full on!! the ref calls for Case to break the hold and Case gets up, furious and red faced, he shouts at the ref! McNasty pulls himself up using the rope, pulling himself to Wilkie, who’s got his arm stretched out as far as he could manage!

Corlen shouts to Case to keep his attention on the match! He turns around just as McNasty makes the tag! Wilkie rushes into the ring, Case gets no time to react as Wilkie drives his foot into his gut and hits him for a hard “Grade A” Stunner!! Corlen runs in and Wilkie kicks her too hitting another “Grade A” Stunner! He rushes around the ring and pulls Case to the middle over to the GAN corner! He slaps McNastys hand as he rushes up to the top rope! McNasty leaps off and hits Case with a hard Malicious Intent!

He quickly hooks the pin just as Dragon is about to rush in and break it up! Wilkie tosses him out over the top rope and crashing down to the mat! The ref drops down for the count!

1!

Corlen gets up!

2!

Corlen scrambles over, tripping over herself to break up the pin!

3!

Corlen falls to the mat as the ref calls for the bell! Wilkie can’t believe! McNasty can’t either! Both of them their eyes wide like dinner plates McNasty jumps to his feet, both of them now jumping up in down, screaming, cheering, Wilkie is crying! The ref brings them the Rebel Pro Tag Team Title belts, Wilkie snatches his and hugs it like it was a long lost Child, McNasty just holds his, staring at it, like it was a mythic leprechaun!

Jenny Jersey: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER! AND THE NEW REBEL PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!… MARK MCNASTY AND ALEX WILKIE! GRADE.. A… NASTYNESS!!”

The Ref raises them arms as they both let out triumphant cries of success! Wilkie straps the Corlen labelled title around his waist while McNasty straps on Cases! They go to each corner of the ring and pose for the world to see, flash photography going off all over the arena!

Corlen and Case both leave the ring, staring down the new champions, Moke checking on the Dragon who had landed on his head outside the ring.

Wilkie hop down and calls for a Microphone, he taps it alittle and McNasty turns around, smiling as wide as he could.

Wilkie: “Mark… Grade A Nastyness getting back together man.. this was all you man! This for me, was like beating Contra… like beating Ninja Gaiden… Like beating Castlevania all in the same night… You’re the best friend a guy could have!”

McNasty, who was now crying at the soppy cheesy speech pulls Wilkie in for a big hug before Wilkie pulls back and raises McNastys arm, pointing to him, getting the crowd to give it up and cheer more.

But WAIT! There’s MORE!

Gold comes tumbling into Simon’s office.

Jeremy Gold: They’re here! They’re here!

Kalis spins in his chair, throwing papers all about the office. Fuck he think he is, Lisa Seldon?

Simon Kalis: Who is?

Jeremy Gold: Kvlt and Violet!

Simon Kalis: Oh? WONDERFUL! I was going to fill the last ten minutes of air time with me talking about how awesome I am. I guess we saved the people from having to hear things they already know to be true.

Jeremy Gold: Right!

Simon Kalis: Get’em to the ring! Or, wait. I got a better idea.

Kalis sits up and throws Gold out of his way as he leaves the office and disappears.

REBEL Pro Aggression Title #1 Contenders Match

Kvlt Drachen versus Violet Harper

Cut to ringside, where Jenny Jersey stands proud.

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit, and is for the number one contendership to the REBEL Pro Wrestling Aggression championship!

The arena goes dark for what seems like an eternity, but it’s only about fifteen seconds. Then the guitar of the Dum Dum Girls, covering the song “Play With Fire”, hits the sound system as the crowd starts to boo.

-Well, you’ve got your diamonds and you’ve got your pretty clothes-
-And the chauffeur drives your car-
-You let everybody know-
-But don’t play with me, cause you’re playing with fire-

Violet makes her way out from backstage, wearing tight black pants that have that stitched up look to them. She’s got on a tight dark blue see through long sleeved shirt rolled up to her elbows and sporting a very sexy lace black bra underneath.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing now… hailing from Portsmouth, New Hampshire…

Violet has a wicked smile and starts her walk down the rampway with a click of her heels, covered in dominatrix style black leather boots.

-Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score-
-Now she gets her kicks in stepney-
-Not in knights bridge anymore-
-So don’t play with me, cause you’re playing with fire-

Jenny Jersey: She weighs in tonight at 139 pounds… she is a former RPW Aggression Champion… VIOLET… HARPER!!!

Another chorus of boo’s as Violet climbs into the ring. She’s something sexy, that’s for sure, and the thick black eye liner, crimson red lipstick and her strawberry blonde after-sex style hair certainly makes her case. The music dies down as she gets ready for her match, replaced by the droning guitars of Marduk’s “Dreams of Blood and Iron” as the lights die save for white and red strobelights around the entrance curtain. 21 seconds pass as the drums kick in, producing Kvlt Drachen from behind the curtain.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing next, hailing from Oslo, Norway…

Kvlt slowly stalks down the entrance ramp, his elbows bent and his hands curled like claws at waist-level with his palms facing the floor.

Jenny Jersey: Weighing in at 280 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 5 inches tall…

Drachen stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up from beneath the hood of his cloak, and then quickly unbuckles it, letting it slide off and crumple to the floor. With a quick burst of energy, Drachen jumps onto the ring apron, holding the top rope. He steps in and drops to his knees in the center of the ring, clutching at his throat with both hands before spewing a red, blood-like mist up into the air.

Jenny Jersey: …KVLT DRACHEN!!!

His thumbs cross his throat to up near his ears before he slowly drags them across it, staring into the camera all the while. He finishes, leaping to his feet, and then unbuckles the spiked gauntlets on his forearms as the music dies down and the lights return to normal.

Linzi Martin: Look who’s showing up now!

Simon Kalis walks out from behind the curtain, other members of the Order of Chaos flanking out behind him as well. Emily Corlen. Bubba J. DL Slayton. The new general, Masakazu. The whereabouts of the others may be a mystery at the moment, but this is enough to show some solid anti-MoA support.

Larry Gordon: It looks like Simon’s letting Violet and the rest of the Masters know that this is a MATCH, not another MoA beatdown.

The bell rings…

**DING DING DING**

…as Violet watches Corlen, Slayton, Bubba, and Masakazu walk down to surround the ring. Masa fires off a quick Order salute to the fans, which they return with great glee, as each one takes a different side of the ring to cover. She turns to face Kvlt, whose cold gaze focuses solely upon her. She nods, and both walk into the center of the ring.

Larry Gordon: I have the feeling that Violet Harper may not be too keen on the fact that the rest of the Masters can’t be involved in this match tonight, just solely due to the sheer size and strength advantage of Kvlt.

Linzi Martin: She’s one of the last graduates of the Frontline Academy and a former Aggression champion already, boss. I’m not sure she’s sweating him too much.

Kvlt goes to grab Violet, but she ducks underneath his arms and goes behind him. He turns and eats a pair of quick shots to the face. Harper hits the ropes and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt, rolling to her feet and quickly spitting in Bubba J’s face. Buba wipes the saliva off his cheek and hops onto the apron, but Harper dives at Kvlt, looking to take him down with an inside cradle. Drachen quickly powers out, launching Violet across the ring and into the corner.

Linzi Martin: Something tells me that Violet’s going to need a better strategy to take him down.

Harper slowly steps out of the corner, being taunted by Slayton and Corlen as she does so, and Kvlt draws a line in the proverbial sand with his boot across the canvas. Violet shows no fear, though, and charges in. She ducks under a big boot attempt and locks on a rear waistlock, managing to roll Drachen down into a rear cradle.

1!

Kvlt quickly breaks the pin attempt and gets to his feet as Violet snaps off a few jabs to the jaw, sending him sprawling into the corner. Harper darts in with a monkey flip attempt, but Kvlt holds her, stepping slowly out to the center of the ring before placing her on her feet, shaking his head and wagging his finger.

Larry Gordon: This won’t be fun for her.

Drachen quickly dumps Violet onto her back with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, popping up to his feet to appreciate the applause from some of the anti-MoA crowd and the four ringside members of the Order of Chaos, looking up the ramp to find Simon Kalis nodding in approval.

Linzi Martin: It looks like fair praise is being given to a non-Order member.

Larry Gordon: Anybody on the REBEL roster against the MoA, even just in a match, is somebody that the Order can get behind.

Kvlt grabs a handful of Violet’s hair and brings her to her feet, whipping her into the ropes. She rebounds and he catches her with a tilt-a-whirl onto his shoulder, running to the nearest corner to go for a Snake Eyes attempt, but Violet shoves herself out of it behind him, launching him face-first into the top turnbuckle pad with a dropkick to the upper back. Drachen stumbles out of the corner, turning around, and Violet takes him down to the mat with a headscissors, locking him into a chinlock with a body scissors.

Larry Gordon: Well, the tides have turned quite quickly again.

Violet struggls to maintain her hold as Kvlt forces himself to a knee, powering up to his feet as he leans forward and hooks Harper’s arms with his hands, prying her off of him. He gets her in position for the Seventh Seal…

Larry Gordon: IT COULD BE ALL OVER RIGHT NOW!!!

…and then runs to the ropes, launching Violet over the top and directly onto Masakazu.

Linzi Martin: That…that was an unfortunate landing…taking out one of the only people making sure the MoA don’t get involved.

Violet and Masa tumble to the floor, with Slayton, Corlen, and Bubba running over to begin planting boots into Violet’s back and face.

Larry Gordon: Or an ultimately convenient one.

Bubba brings Violet to her feet as Corlen helps Masakazu get to his on the floor. Harper gets rolled back into the ring at the feet of Kvlt, who looks down at generic-cialisonlinerxno.com her with a smile. She sits up and meets his eyes, nodding.

Larry Gordon: Wait…what the…?!

Suddenly, the lights die.

Linzi Martin: What’s going on?!

A commotion is heard in the crowd, followed by some clanging of metal and a few slams onto the ring.

Larry Gordon: What the hell is this?! GET THE LIGHTS BACK ON, RIGHT NOW!!!

As if on cue, the lights return, showing just what the commotion was: THE MASTERS OF ARMAGEDDON HAVE ARRIVED.

Larry Gordon: WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUCK?!?!?!?!

Masakazu, Emily Corlen, and DL Slayton are handcuffed to the guardrail on the floor as Bubba J is rolled into the ring by Nightstryker and Lucious Starr, his body being pulled to its feet by Violet Harper and Silverback. At the top of the ramp, Kalis stands still, trembling with rage, but it’s all he can do as Styx and Fley casually stroll through the crowd. Stepping over the guardrail Fley slides into the ring producing a mic while Styx takes the steel steps finding a spot next to Harper and Silverback holding up Bubba J.

Fley: RPW… we’re baaaaack. Although, it wasn’t very easy getting in here tonight. In fact it’s been downright difficult to break into these RPW events since Senior Kalis laid down his edict. He seemed to know exactly where we’d be and when. So that got me to thinking…

Fley cuts a glance over to Kvalt, who stands still in the corner, watching with indifference. He doesn’t back away from Faust’s gaze, but instead returns a steady one of his own. Fley shrugs and returns his attention to the elder Kalis.

Fley: I mean you’re good K Dawg. No way you make it this long in the sport without knowing how to handle yourself and your crew, but ain’t no one that good. There was something wrong. There was something that just didn’t add up.

Fley turns to look at Violet and Silverback and nods to them, they lay into Bubba with a few shots to the face before rolling out of the ring, leaving him open in the corner.

Kvlt charges in and dives with his knee forward, letting his other leg go between the middle and top ropes so that the full force of Kvlt’s 280-pound frame is focused on his knee’s point of impact with Bubba’s midsection (the Drillbit Gutfuck). Faust raises an eye in surprise, nodding his head approvingly.

Kvlt holds him there for a second, smiling behind his corpsepaint dragon mask, and shoves Bubba’s head back, smelling it all. He laughs and pulls himself out of the corner as Stryker and Starr slide in a pair of chairs and a pane of glass. Harper and Silverback quickly go about sitting up the glass on the two chairs. With it all in place they go and take up position next to Styx

Fley: And then it hit me, POW, right between the eyes!

Nightstryker and Lucious Starr work over Slayton and Corlen with vicious attacks on their ribcages before walking over to Masakazu, standing just out of reach of his legs.

In the ring, Kvlt lifts Bubba onto the top rope and then slings him over his shoulder with an inverted crucifix hold, holding him there.

Bryce and Lucious finally slide into the ring and go to stand next to Styx, Harper and Silverback. Fley walks over to them throwing an arm around the slender Harper’s shoulders, pulling her in close. Almost tenderly.

Fley: It all made so much sense once we were able to put two and two together. Golf clap, Kalis. Golf clap. You inserted this cunt into our ranks and now she’s going to die.

Harper’s eyes go wide, but she has little time to react before the might of the M.o.A comes down upon her. At the entrance way Kalis clenches his fists in rage as he shakes his head in regret. Another soldier down.

The attack on Harper continues, her face soon becomes an unrecognizable bloody mess. Styx’s fingers find their way around her throat and she claws at his wrist, kicking her feet and struggling for her next breath. Styx’s expression remains passive as he leans down on her eliminating the traitor.

Kvlt watches from the top rope, still holding Bubba J, his muscle taut and quivering with the effort, but his expression placid.

Harper’s struggles start to lessen. She’s able to reach a hand up that only manages to knock the sunglasses away from Styx’s face. He lets them fall away as he smiles at last. It’s then that he releases his grip on Harper’s throat, leaving behind an angry red mark. He lets her limp body lay on the canvas as he raises to his feet and takes the mic from a bewildered Fley.

He looks over to Kvlt and nods.

Drachen races forward, throwing Bubba face-first through the pane of glass, catching the back of his knees to add an even rougher angle to his descent. Glass flies everywhere, shards sticking into Bubba’s face and chest, and Drachen picks a stray one out of his shoulder, licking his own blood off of it. Styx reaches up to brush a shard of glass away from his cuff sleeve and then looks again to Kvlt.

Styx: I hear all of these voices shouting my name. Screaming for my attention. Pleading for validation. Only I have nothing to say to any of you. You’d like to believe that you have some kind of relevance to me. That I should actually concern myself with you. Interesting.

Styx walks over to him Drachen, locking eyes with him.

Styx: My only concern in this moment is for my creation… for my Masters. To that end I will do anything to protect it. I will form any alliances and shatter any resistance. I believe the past is dead and so I must forge a new future. I believe I must remake us into something awful. I believe many of you will be hurt in this process. And… I believe in Kvlt.

Styx tilts the microphone towards, Drachen.

Kvlt Drachen: MoA Supreme.

“After the Flesh” kicks up over the PA system as Styx, Kvlt, Nightstryker, Silverback, and Starr exit the ring, with Kvlt smiling briefly at Masakazu. They all step over the guardrail, keeping Styx in the center of them all, and exit the building. REBEL Pro’s security forces, Larry Gordon, and Simon Kalis himself scramble to uncuff Corlen, Slayton, and Masakazu as EMTs check on Bubba J and Harper in the ring. Simon kneels down over the bloodied and battered Violet Harper, lifting her head into his arms and forcing a smile. He seems to apologize to her before letting the EMTs lift her onto a stretcher.

Linzi Martin: My God… We’ll uh, see you folks at Birthday Bash.

Simon turns to face Larry Gordon and shakes his head. The cameras cut to a shot of the REBELTron, and otc viagra the two Order of Chaos flags that flank its sides as we fade…

QUICK RESULTS

Bobby Lee defeats Jack Spades, Spades becomes the new Fecal Beagle Champion!
Jack The Mackhammer defeats Duncan Aries and Jeremy Gold
The Cowgirls from Hell defeat Nature and Sticks ‘N’ Stones to advance to the RP3T Finals
DrakeWolf defeat Hardcore Snowfall & The Sovereignty to advance to the RP3T Finals.
Grade A Nastiness defeat C3 and Might & Magic, advancing to the RP3T Finals as REBEL Pro’s Tag Team Champions!
Kvlt Drachen & Violet Harper ends in a no contest.

NEXT WEEK, IN REBEL Pro!

Birthday Bash 2012: Blood in the Sand! Live from Kabul, Afghanistan!

REBEL Pro World Championship Match
Emily Corlen versus Bubba J©

RP3T FINALS: REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match
The Cowgirls from Hell vs. Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake vs. Grade A Nastiness©

REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Overflowing Skittles DEATH MATCH!
Jaice Wilds versus Anna Mathews©

REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Elimination Match
Bobby Lee vs. Jeremy Gold vs. Jack The Mackhammer vs. Jack Spades©

Singles Match
Electra versus Jamie Shields

PLUS!

Unless you’re a Master of Armageddon, you are cordially invited to the Kalis-Strader wedding!

Aggression 3-19-2012

The Enemy is in The House

A grainy film shot fills the television screen, not the Rebeltron, but this is for the television viewers at home only. A gruff voice comes through the speakers, distorted by a less than expensive microphone.

“You sir, are welcome anytime.”

A slight pause.

“I really do not give a damn.”

Another slight pause, its obvious a conversation is taking place here, but only one side of the conversation is heard.

“You’ve got your way in, its up to you whether you take it or not.”

“Good day to you sir, my job here is done.”

Fley Can Suck My DI-

Kalis taps his index finger on his desk, smirking. Jeremy Gold sits across from him, adjusting his tie nervously. Simon adjusts the eye patch over his left eye and nods, and we see a burly man in full riot gear behind Jeremy Gold.

Simon Kalis: Send out the word. The Masters are to be attacked on sight unless they have a match. Any Masters in a group of more than one person is to be attacked, immediately. Feel free to use the tasers. Feel free to use your batons. They will find REBEL Pro is no place for a Master of Armageddon while I run the show.

Jeremy Gold: YES! Fley can suck my DI-

Simon Kalis: Nuh uh. Not so fast, there Jer.

Kalis looks at the security officer.

Simon Kalis: Are we understood?

Head of Security: SIR!

He salutes Simon, Order of Chaos style and leaves, grabbing his radio to disseminate the killing orders.

Jeremy Gold: What?

Kalis throws a dossier down onto his desk from a drawer and taps it. The name clearly reads Duncan Aries.

Jeremy Gold: What about him? He got fired by Larry Gordon.

Simon Kalis: And I’ve just completed the paper work. I’ve resigned him.

Gold’s jaw drops.

Jeremy Gold: Whoa! Dude! He’s a frickin’ Master of Armageddon!

Kalis nods.

Jeremy Gold: Yeah! Uhhhh… What? This doesn’t make sense. He’s an enemy, right!?

Kalis nods.

Simon Kalis: You know what they say. Keep your friends close.

Simon sparks a cigarette and smiles.

Simon Kalis: But your enemies closer. You face him next week. With another dude, Jack The Mackhammer. I’m sure you’ll love their company. Besides, I’m hedging my bets that either you or Jack wins. Cause then Duncan Aries gets to suffer that loss at Birthday Bash.

Gold falls out of his chair, and after a few moments gets to his feet.

Jeremy Gold: I have to be bait again?!

Kalis scratches his chin.

Simon Kalis: That’s up to Mas and the rest. Remember I’ve got nothing to do, officially, with The Order. I’m just a good old suit now. Which is why I’m also placing Violet Harper in a special match next week. If she wins? She get’s a shot at Anna Mathews at Birthday Bash and we get to see the new Captain of the Charms whip her ass. If she loses? Well. Let’s just Birthday Bash is going to be hell on earth for the Masters of Armageddon.

Gold’s nose twitches, and he stares at the cigarette.

Jeremy Gold: That isn’t tobacco… Is it?

Kalis smirks and spins the chair around in a few circles, bobbing his head to some imaginary gangster rap music in his head.

Jeremy Gold: Oh my God no.

Gold faints again and we fade to ringside.

The Space Age versus Hardcore Snowfall

The match begins with Scottie Snow facing off against Lyza Reyes. Lyza gets the early advantage, grounding Scottie and keeping him down with a head lock. Scottie tries to fight back to his feet, but he’s quickly dropped to his back with a hard suplex. Scottie is then stretched with a leg lock, refusing to give in though he makes it to the ropes. As he is getting up, Lyza kicks him in the back of the head, and then drops him backwards with a German suplex. Scottie kicks out at 2. Lyza makes the tag to Kipper who gets in the ring and stops the Snow tag, kicking him in the ribs. Reyes cheers on Haven as he picks up Scottie and drives him into the mat with a side suplex.

Kipper goes to pick up Scottie, but Snow rakes his eyes and dives over, tagging in Mr. Hardcore. Kipper recovers but is quickly knocked down by a clothesline by Mr. Hardcore. Hardcore hits the ropes and jumps up, landing across the stomach of Kipper and gets a two count for his trouble. Haven gets up and pouched Hardcore in the jaw, rocking him while Haven hits the ropes, only to be hit with a hard scoop slam on the rebound. Scottie calls for the tag and Hardcore tags him back in. Scottie goes to the top rope, looking out at the crowd as they cheer, waiting for Kipper to get back to his feet. As haven turns around, Scottie leaps off the top rope for a missile dropkick, but he’s caught with a power bomb!

Rather than go for a cover, Kipper grabs Scottie’s leg and turns him over looking to lock in his End Game, synching in. the crab. Scottie cried out, but fortunately his partner was within reach and Scottie crawled slightly towards Hardcore and made the tag. Kipper pulled Scottie back towards the center, unaware of the tag until he was tagged in the back of the head with a boot from Hardcore. Kipper slumped over and Hardcore ran over, hitting Lyza off the apron before turning back and lifting up Kipper, dropping him down to the mat with the Hardcore Beat down! Scottie crawls out of the ring, holding his back in pain as Mr. hardcore goes for the cover on Kipper. One, two, three!

Winners: Hardcore Snowfall

Huntin’ For The World Part 1

A gruff voice comes over the speakers as the shot of a downtown type of area is in focus. The voice isn’t all mysterious, its the new Rebel Pro World Champion, Bubba J.

“Even though I may be the new Rebel Pro World Champion, that is my third title reign for those of ya’ll who don’t know, I know that Rebel Pro is still on the verge of collapse.”

A deep sigh.

“I hate to admit that, but even with my awesome brawling skills, Emily’s eating skills, and… and…”

He yells.

“Fuck! That’s all we got? A bad ass sombitch and a fat bitch who can’t stop eating?”

He seems a bit harried now.

“Cause Vincent decides to take a sabatical or something, and I’m left with a fat bitch that not even Lisa Seldon can carry to a long Tag Team Title reign.”

He lights up a cigarette, the evidence is that of smoke wafting in front of the camera.

“I guess I need to hurry up and find this fucking asshole before it is way too late then.”

He exhales.

“I’m on a look out for a tried and true person to help out with Rebel Pro. I’m looking for this person who has bled red for this federation. I’m looking for this cat who has lost flesh for this company.”

He exhales again.

“And much as I hate to admit it, I don’t like this motherfucker, but I know that he’ll fight for Rebel Pro until his heart just finally stops.”

We fade back to ringside as…

Supreme No More?

The hiss-pop sound of electronic noise erupts across the arena as the REBELtron, suspended above the entrance way, begins to broadcast static.

Larry Gordon: What the hell?

Linzi Martin: Technical difficulties?

Larry Gordon: I don’t think so.

Slowly the static on the screen starts to resolve itself into a shadow and then a shape and finally…

Larry Gordon: Fley! Kalis banned them from Rebel!

Linzi Martin: I think, technically, he’s not in the arena Larr.

Larry Gordon: Humph.

The blue eyed young man on the screen looks none too pleased. In fact he looks hatefully back into the arena.

Fley: Bravo, Simon.

Fley starts to clap slowly. A burst of static cuts through the feed before finally settling again.

Fley: You hand over leadership to your kid and what’s the first thing he does? I knew your boy would come running to you for help eventually. I just didn’t think that it would be this soon. I thought perhaps he’d have more of a backbone. That he’d want to show his old man that he could handle the family business on his own.

Fley smiles, shaking his head. Again the feed skips before correcting itself.

Fley: Instead, he lets his old man handle the monsters beneath his bed. So kudos to you Simon, for being the leader that your boy doesn’t know how to be. This really was a brilliant move. Locking us out, putting my people out there one at a time… like sheep to the slaughter. It’s exactly what I would have done in your position.

The smile fades from his face and again that hateful expression returns that looks so wrong on his face.

Fley: Remember Simon… what happens to you next, to your family and your little group there? You are the cause of what comes next. There are still plenty of places where you’re not safe and we’ll fine you there.

Harper, Aries and Wilds… good luck.

M.o.A Supreme.

The scene holds on him for a heartbeat more and then breaks into static. A moment later the RPW logo pops back up on the screen.

Might & Magic versus Delicious Luxury Cakes versus Hardcore Entertainment

All the teams are already in the ring. ALL of them. Might & Might, and Hardcore Entertianment, can’t help but feel like someone is fucking with them as Gabby the Fashion Desiging Cupcake and Brandyn The Liberal Fruitcake stand… Or, er, sit? In the ring. Seeing as how they are literal god damn baked goods. The bell rings and Moke and Black go at each other, the two big men of the match. Bubba J clotheslines Dragon and yells something about that gay fucking mask he wears and how his name combination with it makes him sound like a gay luchadore porn star. Moke and Black slug it out, heavy fists being traded between them.

Gabby and Brandyn watch on. Never blinking. Ever. EVER.

Dragon bounces off the ropes and then catches Bubba J, laying him out nicely with a brain buster. Like Bubba’s brain needs anymore busting, AMIRITE? Black choke slams Moke and covers quickly, but he only gets a 2 count as Dragon hit’s a leg drop on Vinny breaking up the count. Bubba, drunk as hell basically says fuck this and grabs a steel chair from ringside because god bless REBEL Pro’s rules. (Or lack thereof) As Dragon and Moke lift Black up, they double DDT him so hard the ring shakes and sends Gabby rolling around the ring. Brandyn, being of a more flat variety of baked good, firmly stands his ground but we can’t help but fathom the terror he must be feeling for Gabby as she rolls out of the ring.

Bubba J comes up behind Moke and cracks the chair over the back of his head. Moke calmly turns around, unimpressed. Bubba cusses him out and then swings the chair like a bat at Moke. Moke only slightly stumbles back, nearly crushing poor old Brandyn The Liberal Fruitcake in the process. Vincent Black spine busters Dragon and covers! 1! 2! KICK OUT! Bubba J with another swing of the chair, and another, and another, until Moke finally falls to one knee. Bubba J cracks the chair over his face again and it finally wraps itself around Moke’s head. Dragon is however having a better time with Vincent Black, whom he clotheslines to the outside of the ring. Bubba J picks up Brandyn The Liberal Fruitcake and smashes him over Dragon’s face. Dragon hit’s the canvas, Moke is up! Moke takes the chair from his head. The referee goes for the count.

1!

2!!

Dragon rolls over, realizing the referee was counting the pinfall by the damn cake for being on top of him. Dragon however, rolls all the way over, crushing Brandyn The Liberal Fruitcake beneath him. The referee drops for the count!

1!

Bubba moves to stop it.

2!!

Moke swings the chair, bashing Bubba so hard he spills over the top rope and onto Vincent Black as Black gets up.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, uhm… Yeah. By pinfall! Moke Doshky and The Dragon… MIGHT & MAGIC!

Bubba and Black CANNOT believe it. They argue with the referee who simply tells them the Delicious Luxury Cakes were a valid team. Dragon gets up and wipes the smear of the now dead Brandyn The Liberal Fruitcake off his chest. Moke grabs a piece of Brandyn, and eats him. Gabby The Cupcake is still all smiles and wink on the outside, possibly because she did not yet witness the horrific truth of how this match ended.

Or just because she’s a fucking cupcake.

Winners: Might & Magic

Huntin’ For The World Part 2 of 6

The scene dissolves in to another downtown type of area, but this one is a bit different; its not Kansas anymore Toto.

“I’m here at a favorite hangout… at least I think its a favorite hangout of his…”

He tilts the camera up to the sign above the door, “Brothers’ Pizza”

“Honestly, I can’t remember if he likes this, Domino’s, Little Ceasers, Cici’s, or if he even likes pizza.”

He pushes through the door, carrying a lit cigarette with him. A waiter comes up to him, looking frustrated as he points to the cigarette.

Waiter: “Sir, you can’t smoke in here!”

Bubba J obviously drags on the cigarette.

“Looks like I just did asshole and…”

He moves the camera up and down the waiter’s body.

“Don’t look man enough to even begin to stop me.”

He blows smoke in the guy’s face

“I’m looking for someone that I think used to frequent this establishment…”

He turns the camera around to catch the restaurant.

“Don’t really know why, but I think he did.”

Another exhale.

“Have you seen him asshole?”

Waiter: “Who sir, are you exactly looking for?”

Bubba J laughs.

“I’m looking for…”

The camera fades in to static, then back to ringside.

Tru ReVolution versus Teresa Quaranta & Masakazu

Jenny Jersey stands center stage inside the REBEL PRO ring.

Linzi Martin: Welcome back folks, up next we have a tag team battle as the winning team will move on in the tournament.

Larry Gordon: This match should be good. I saw both teams backstage and they are really ready to go. If you didn’t know, this isn’t the first time Teresa and Masakazu have teamed up. They are 1 and 0 in Victory!

Linzi Martin: No shit?

Larry Gordon: None!

Linzi Martin: Well lets go inside the ring, for the introduction of both tag teams.

The lights in the arena fade to a dark green hue as “Hate Me Now” by Nas feat. P. Diddy begins playing over the sound system.

Jenny Jersey: The next match is set for one fall. This is a tag team tournament match. Making his way to the ring at this time, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Now living in Blazenwing, Wisconsin. Standing six foot four inches and weighting in at a 245 pounds…….D.L. SLAYTON!!!

Appearing with a Shaved head, tanned and with a general air of smugness, the fans begin to boo as D.L. Slayton walks out onto the stage, the lovely Valerie St. Clair on his arm. He looks to the left, then the right, smirking cockily before making his way down the ramp. As he reaches ringside, Slayton tells off a fan in the front row while Valerie climbs onto the ring apron. Slayton makes his way up the steps, and then waits for Valerie to hold the ropes open for him before entering the ring. As the fans continue booing, Valerie takes her spot at ringside, leaving D.L. Slayton alone in the center of the ring to take in the “adulation” of the masses. He moves to the nearest corner as the music fades and sits down, resting his head against the second turnbuckle while holding onto the ropes.

The lights slowly dim down until it’s pitch black and the low guitar strumming of “In Fate’s Hands” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus rolls throughout the arena. Three spotlights shine and revolve around as if searching for someone, and the fans are on their feet, cheering in anticipation for the hero they know is coming…..

Jenny Jersey: And his tag team partner, hailing from Columbus, Ohio. Now living in San Diego, California. Making his way to the ring standing at six foot four inches and 240 pounds…….GABE SELLEY!!!

At the ten mark when the song rocks into life, red, white and blue pyros shoot outward with controlled chaos from the entrance stage for seven straight seconds. By the end of it, the three spotlights have aimed at the stage and await the arrival of a great fan favorite.

At last the marVel Gabe Shelley comes out from behind the curtain, the fans’ boos only growing louder, and he steps up to the spotlight. He dons his hooded vest and points out to the fans. He lifts his hood up slightly to get a view of the fans, his face peaking out. In this hype, he plays to the fans with a smile and they highly respond to him. Booing loudly.

The fans are negatively crazy about Gabe. He makes his way down the ramp, trying to tag several hands along the way and climbs up the ring steps. He looks around one more time from his hood as he jumps up and over the ropes and spins around. Gabe picks a corner and easily jumps to the second ropes and bows down. He throws his hood back and his arms out with a smile on his face. He points outwards to the crowd as he jumps backwards, spinning and landing on his feet. He draws to the center of the ring and throws his hands out; the crowd’s roar of boos only grow louder and flashes from cameras capture photos of the marVel in all his glory.

Gabe takes his vest off before bending and stretching his back over the top ropes. After a brief warm up, he’s ready to go. As the music dies, he and the fans are ready!

For a moment, darkness and silence engulfs the entire arena and viewers on television see a blank feed. Then, a single light winks in and out of existence on the ramp, and is followed by another one, and a third as the epic opening to “Rising Mercury” by Nick Ingman comes to life over the PA. Just barely visible, a heavy fog begins to settle in on the ramp and migrate down to the fans below as a row of 12 women in skimpy white togas and angels wings made of the finest goose down make their way to the ramp.

Two women stand in front, burning torches scented with purest sandalwood as the fumes waft into the crowd. Still others throw rose petals, staring into the crowd and the camera with looks of focus and intense happiness. Finally, six of the women stand in the center of the formation, holding up a litter on their backs, and as this company of angels make their way down the ramp and a majestic, heavenly light spreads through the arena, we see Teresa Quaranta in the litter, surveying the entire arena with a grin and eating a bunch of grapes. She soaks in the cheers while wearing an olive wreath and an elaborate white toga with gold trim. The caravan comes to a stop outside of the ring, and two angels on each side carefully escort her down from it, lovingly removing all of the extraneous gear. A couple of other girls escort her to the ring and a very soft mist descends from the rafters as the music begins to peak. Naturally, a spotlight falls on her as she raises her arms and soaks in the cheers of the crowd.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, hailing from Toronto, Ontario. Standing at a statuesque 6’3?, she loves children, small animals, and YOUR favorite local sports team… this is Teresa Quaranta!

She makes her way to the ring and slides under the ropes, waiting in her corner for her tag partner to arrive!

“I Can’t Stop” by Flux Pavillion hits up

Jenny Jersey: Making his way to the ring at this time, he is the young amazing off spring of Simon Kalis! He is the chosen one from the Order of Chaos! A legend in the making, standing six foot even and weighting 210 pounds. From the land of the rising sun………MASAKAZU!!!!!

Out steps Masakazu to a huge pop from the sold out crowd. They love this guy!

Linzi Martin: This man does not need any introduction. He does not need any pyro. He comes to the ring with no theme, just a stone cold martial artist!

Larry Gordon: This man is one of the best superstars in REBEL PRO today. Just wait until you see this man in action. You will be amazed!

Finally, with all four competitors in the ring, referee Allan Stone gives final instructions to both teams.

D.L. Slayton and Teresa Quaranta will start the match.

Random hardcore weapons are laying about the outside of the ring as the middle rope to the squared circle is pure barbed wire!

The ref calls for the bell

ding ding!!

Quaranta and Slayton meet center stage inside the ring and lock up into a grapple. Quaranta gets Slayton into the ropes and comes off with an Irish whip. He comes back and Teresa levels him with a flying forearm to the head. She picks him up and proceeds with a shoulder breaker as DL falls in pain. She follows up with an anaconda vice, ripping on the arm as DL lays in pain. After a moment she picks DL up and proceeds into a body slam but Slayton escapes the move by landing a stiff albow to the side of her head. He follows that up with a release belly to belly suplex! Each opponents trys to make it their feet.

Linzi Martin: Both opponents trying to get the upper hand in the early going, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Well, it looks like Teresa is about do some damage!

Quaranta flys off the ropes and lands a spinning heel kick to DL Slayton. After which she tags in superstar Masakazu! They proceed with a spike piledriver as Masakazu flys off the top ropes! Slayton is in it bad! Masakazu proceeds to take over with a springboard moonsalt! He picks Slayton up and lands a reverse DDT! He could go for the pin now, but he chooses to punish his opponent. Even slapping DL’s face to show him up. Mas proceeds to add salt to the wound as gives blow after blow of stiff elbows the head of DL. After landing kick after kick to the outter legs of his opponent. DL Slayton can no longer walk as Masakazu flips DL into his own corner and Gabe Shelley tags into the match. Game on!

Linzi Martin: This is the match up we all wanted to see!

Larry Gordon: Gabe Shelley looks oddly tired for such a match up.

Masakazu doesnt need any weapons as runs Gabe over with a flying clothesline to the throat! With some nice stiff kicks coming from every angle Masakazu has Gabe right where he wants him. proceeding with a luxurious round house kick to Gabe Shelley so hard in the face Gabe’s nose starts to bleed! Meanwhile Teresa Quaranta comes up behind the defeated DL Slayton and grabs his legs from off the apron as smashes his face on the ring stairs while DL and Teresa begin to go hardcore outside the ring!

Linzi Martin: Now this is becoming a typical REBEL PRO match!

Larry Gordon: But it seems that Masakazu wants nothing to do with anything hardcore. This man wants to prove a point. He definitely has something to prove in this match!

As Quaranta and Slayton duke it out with hardcore lust, its the legal men in the ring that take over. Suddenly Gabe comes to life! He lands a huge exploder suplex that shakes Masakazu to his core! Then he takes Mas up on the ropes and trys to land a bulldog from the top rope! But instead Mas holds onto the top rope and Gabe Shelley falls hard to the mat. Masakazu then flys off the top rope with a massive Senton Bomb! Mas picks Shelley up but suddenly DL comes into the ring trying his damnest to help his tag partner, but then Masakazu hits “The Order Never Dies!” on Slayton, which is a Spinning Kamikaze face buster!!

Larry Gordon: What a move!

Linzi Martin: Slayton is out cold!

Suddenly Teresa and Gabe Shelley begin ripping each other apart in the ring! Whats this?

Linzi Martin: Masakazu has pulled out a cigarette and is heading over to the corner of the ring. Alone.

Larry Gordon: What a time for a smoke break, Linzi. Thats too funny.

As Teresa and Gabe fight it out and Slayton is still out cold, the ref begins to have no control and leans up against the ropes very cocky and arrogant. If thats not enough, he steps outside the ring and even begins signing autographs?!

Linzi Martin: Ok I have offically seen everything there is to see in a REBEL PRO match.

Larry Gordon: Now I can die in peace. I have seen Masakazu having a smoke break during a tag team tournament match!

When Mas looks back into the ring he sees Gabe Shelley giving the licks to Teresa as Masakazu goes to help Quaranta. With Masakazu and Gabe Shelley the legal men, Quaranta rolls out of the ring and keeps a close eye on DL Slayton. Slayton and Quaranta seem to be having a discussion, when Quaranta simply backs off and waves her hands to the ring.

Larry Gordon: Is she screwing over Masakazu!?

Thats when Masakazu takes Gabe Shelley outside the ring and proceeds with a T bone suplex on the floor outside the ring. Thats when Gabe Shelley trys to manage an attack but Masakazu will have nothing of it. But DL Slayton comes up near both of them and says something our cameras don’t pick up. Masakazu’s eyes widen as he steps back. Gabe’s head snaps as he goes to face Slayton, but it’s too late! SLAYTON HIT’S THE BLOW OFF ON GABE SHELLEY! The crowd CANNOT believe it! Slayton nods in Masakazu and Teresa’s direction as he begins walking up the ramp.

Linzi Martin: Nope. Apparently Gabe Shelley got fucked in the face by Slaytonwing.

Masakazu shrugs and picks Gabe up and simply proceeds to hit the MasaDriver(vertaebreaker) on Gabe Shelley through a table! He calmly takes rolls Gabe back into the center of the ring. Masakazu drops to his knees, and covers.

1

2

3!!!

“I Can’t Stop” by Flux Pavillion plays as the ref raises Masakazu’s arm in victory!

Jenny Jersey: Here are your winners, and moving on in the REBEL PRO Tag Team Tournament………TERESA QUARANTA AND MASAKAAAAZZZUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

Larry Gordon: What a match! Masakazu really proved himself tonight! I think he’s learning a thing or two from hanging with Teresa Quaranta.

Linzi Martin: The better team won the match, Larry. Thats all that you can ask for. I mean so long as you forget the fact Slayton face fucked Shelley.

Masakazu points to Teresa, laughing all “Hey! You!” while Teresa points back and reciprocates the sweet Canadian love.

Straight Up Ballin!!!

After the match, Slayton is handed a mic as the music dies down.

D.L. Slayton: Normally, this is where I would explain why I just turned on my best friend and cost us a chance to become REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions. Luckily for me, I’m sure the majority of you already know the situation, but for the few of you who don’t follow the dirt sheets, I’ll keep this real simple: I’m sick and tired of carrying Gabe Shelley and I’m shedding myself of the ‘Mad Dogg’ effective immediately. What you have just witnessed is the final time D.L. Slayton and Gabe Shelley will EVER team together.

The crowd cheers, of course they love a rebel! Teresa and Mas watch on, and Mas looks down at Gabe Shelley with indifference.

D.L. Slayton: Before I leave, two things. One, Teresa? You can keep your AoWF World Title, I don’t want it. What I want is the Victory Wrestling World Title and what I want, I get. So do me a favor, dollface, and keep it bright and shiny for me, hmm?

Teresa rolls her eyes, none too concerned.

D.L. Slayton: And two… Adrian. You know that I’ve stood with the Order of Chaos in the past, and despite any issues I’ve had with your father, I want to make it crystal clear that I wish to do so again. The MoA are dangerous and they need to be stopped. Meghan and Bubba J are a good start when it comes to an Order presence in Victory, but they’re not going to be enough. So, I am officially offering the services of the most important professional wrestler of the last fifteen years to you, General, if you’ll have me.

Masakazu looks around at the crowd, then to Teresa. She shrugs, doubtful she cares one way or another. Masakazu turns to Slayton and nods, slapping his chest, stomping his foot and offering Slayton a salute. The crowd cheers, and Slayton salutes him back.

Larry Gordon: The Order of Chaos’ ranks swell some more to meet the challenge of the Masters.

Linzi Martin: And The Charms?

Larry Gordon: I would think both groups have an identical goal, the eradication of the Masters.

YOU FUCKING BITCH!

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the arena speakers and the crowd goes ape shit! Bubba J walks from the back, holding his newly won Rebel Pro World Title high up in the air and chugging down a beer from a bottle. Bubba J slaps the hands of the fans along the way down to the ramp, before calmly putting the empty bottle in a woman’s purse… it’ll be on Ebay before the promo is over. Bubba J walks around the ring slapping hands of fans before kissing Jenny Jersey on the cheek and grabbing her microphone.

Larry Gordon: Bubba J out here to celebrate with the fans after his epic win over Lisa Seldon.

Linzi Martin: She was barely alive.

Larry Gordon: But she did go through with the match, she didn’t have to.

Bubba J’s got the mic up to his lips.

“What in the hell is going on….?!”

He glowers at the backstage curtain.

“Violet “Fucking” Harper?!”

He stares at the curtain.

“You all thought I was coming out here to get a cheap cheer from you all here…”

He paces around the ring.

“Thought that I was coming out here to brag on my winning the Rebel Pro World Title…”

He continues pacing.

“Thought I was going to say Emily Corlen was a fat cow…”

He continues pacing.

“Thought I would continue calling Emily Corlen more of a man than the rest of the Rebel Pro roster?!”

More pacing.

“Thought I’d say that Dallas Hoover is less of a man than Emily Corlen?”

He stops in the center of the ring, staring at the backstage curtain.

“But you’d be wrong…”

He starts pacing again, he’s agitated about something.

“I’m here to call out that Herpes carrying bitch… and I’m not talking about Marina Blue or Phoenix’s wife… I’m talking about that one bitch… Violet “Fucking” Harper…”

He is pissed now and is showing it, and finally we know why.

“I’m out here to say… hun…(sweet voice)… you want to attack me?”

He laughs.

“Well… that’s fucking fine with me.”

A shrug.

“I expect that, we are in a war after all and there must be battles…”

Crowd: “Rebel!”

“There must be strategy.”

Crowd: “Rebel!”

“There must be losses.”

Crowd: “Rebel!”

“There must be wins.”

Crowd: “Rebel!”

“There must be scurmishes.”

Crowd: “Rebel!”

Bubba J’s voice lowers greatly, until it is like a growling whisper.

“But you fucked up Violet. You fucked up by turning your back on Rebel Pro. You fucked up by aligning yourself with the MOA. But more importantly, you fucked up by attacking me.”

He chuckles, but its more of a revengeful laugh.

“Your boys won’t always be around Violet. Your back won’t always be protected Violet.”

More revengeful laughter.

“I may not be Freddy Krueger… but I will be in your nightmares Violet. I will be in your waking moments Violet. I’ll be around every corner. I’ll be the darkness of the shadows Violet. I’ll be the things that go bump in the night that makes you piss the bed because you’ll be thinking that its me coming to send you face first through the fucking window!”

His voice has lifted tremendously until he’s shouting.

“Violet… I want to let this little song play through your dreams, nightmares, and your every waking moment… When the Masters are taking their turns ramming you out in the nearest Motel 6…”

He lowers his voice to that growl again.

“One… Two… Bubba J’s coming for you. Three… Four… you’re a fucking whore. Five… Six… Bubba J’s gonna make you his bitch.”

He tosses down the mic as “Badass” hits back up in the speakers and we get set for our main event!

Queens R Wild versus Kvlt Drachen & Hunter Sullivan versus Cowgirls From Hell

“Animals” by Nickelback hits up in the speakers and to a chorus of boos and laser beam shots(fired by squirrels hooked on crack) comes Jaice Wilds. The friggin squirrels are going friggin crazy as they look for their next fix of crack… and I also must mention that they are freakishly mutated squirrells, but not sure how they are mutated.

“Killing in the Name” by Rage Against The Machine blasts out over the speakers as Gonzo McQueen makes his grand entrance… well not so grand as many of the AOWF roster. He figures that they are redundant things that are repetitive and take up too much tv time as it is and no one pays attention to them. But he has one! Oh, yes he does. You are looking at it now. Somehow he gets all the way from the back to the ring and doesn’t trip even once. There was probably some smoke machine bullshit or strobe lighting. Maybe some sort of interval where he made you sit through the entire song you heard last week and the week before when he did this. Viewers apparently have got nothing better to do than see him mime his own song lyrics. But, we are getting away from the point… Basically, Gonzo is in the ring and he’s looking for a fight. “ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED” – Redundant Entrance.

Jenny Jersey stands center ring, watching around waiting for his signal to start. With thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Jenny begins his announcement.

“The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, This match has a 60 minute time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. Entering first from Corner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN” (edited dependent upon entrance number and match type)
The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as A Perfect Circle starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*

You’re such an inspiration for the ways
That I’ll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you

*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. Hunter’s artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal.*

Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

*Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunter’s feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk-scoff.*

It’s not like you killed someone
It’s not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes. His new music finally cutting off and settling.

Darkness. White and red strobelights flicker around the entrance set as Marduk’s “Dreams of Blood and Iron” cues up. After 20 seconds of ambient and droning guitars, the song’s drums kick in, producing Kvlt Drachen from behind the curtain.

{Announcer}: Introducing next, hailing from Oslo, Norway…

Kvlt slowly stalks down the entrance ramp, his elbows bent and his hands curled like claws at waist-level with his palms facing the floor.

{Announcer}: Weighing in at 280 pounds and standing at 6 feet, 5 inches tall…

Drachen stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking up from beneath the hood of his cloak, and then quickly unbuckles it, letting it slide off and crumple to the floor. With a quick burst of energy, Drachen jumps onto the ring apron, holding the top rope. He steps in and drops to his knees in the center of the ring, clutching at his throat with both hands before spewing a red, blood-like mist up into the air.

{Announcer}: …KVLT DRACHEN!!!

His thumbs cross his throat to up near his ears before he slowly drags them across it, staring into the camera all the while. He finishes, leaping to his feet, and then unbuckles the spiked gauntlets on his forearms as the music dies down and the lights return to normal.

The lights in the arena dim as Cowboys From Hell hits the sound system. At the 17 second mark gold and silver pyros shoot upwards in the air. The arena flashes in blue and silver. ooh, COME ON! The girls ride out on a couple Harley Davidson Sporters, with the cFh logo airbrushed on the tanks. The rev the bikes as the fans head bang to the music. Eric Emerson: Introducing next, hailing from London, Ontario Canada, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty five pounds…. The girls start the ride down to the ring. Meghan is on the left so she takes the left and Tamika takes the right. They park in front of the announcers table. Eric Emerson: they are the COWGIRLS FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Meghan and Tamika slide under the bottom rope. Meghan takes one corner and Tamika takes the opposite. They raise their fists in the air to the beat of the song, as the fans cheer loudly. They step down, and walk towards eachother placing their foreheads against each other. They yell we are the Cowgirls From Hell, and turn to face the entrance way. Team Music: Ready For Blood by My Ruin

Ding Ding

Gonzo squares off against Tamika in this first round of the RP3T tournament. Tamika locks up with Gonzo, McQueen quickly behind her with a rear waistlock, bumping and grinding slightly. Well that is until Tamika promptly lifts her heel into his groin, causing him to break the hold. Tamika spins around, sending the toe of her boot right in to his jaw. McQueen goes down on one knee, Tamika slams her knee in to his temple, but he is able to partially block the knee, tripping her up and mounting her with lefts and rights. Tamika rolls him over, sending several forearms into his face, but Gonzo rolls her back over, kneeing her in the ribs. KVLT comes in to the ring, punting Gonzo in the skull before lifting Tamika up and dropping her right on her head. Meghan comes flying in from the top rope, sending KVLT down with a missile dropkick. Hunter’s turn to come in to the match as he wraps Meghan from behind, inverted DDT on the canvas. Hunter gets up, eating a face full of a spinning heel kick from Wilds that sends him down to the canvas as well. Jaice is up, being booed heavily, but Tamika is there to get the crowd cheering as she lands on his shoulders, sending him out of the ring with a hurricanrana. Tamika is back up, wiping off her hands when Gonzo rolls her up from behind.

One…

Two…

Meghan is there to break up the pin quickly, but KVLT is there as well and him and Meghan begin brawling with fists; KVLT quickly getting the brutal exchange’s advantage.

Larry Gordon: What action so far in this round 1 match.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, my girls are gonna walk out winners though.

KVLT slowly backs Meghan up near the corner, when his momentum and adrenaline get the best of him and she sends him over the top as he charges at her with a clothesline. Meghan quickly up top and diving off with a plancha landing on both KVLT and Jaice Wilds to take out both men.

“Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro! Rebel Pro!”

The crowd continues to cheer as Hunter pulls himself up, locking up with Gonzo McQueen. Gonzo with a wristlock, but Hunter quickly reverses it into a hammerlock; but Gonzo reverses it again, tripping Hunter up and sending him face first on the canvas. Tamika off the ropes, leaping leg drop on both of them gains her the advantage. Gonzo rolls up, diving at Tamika, sending his shoulder in to her midsection and consequently flipping her over his back with the intensity. Gonzo lifts her up, whipping her in to the corner, following in with a shoulder block then a leaping kick to her mouth. Tamika is leaning in the corner then falling forward, in to the waiting arms of Gonzo who delivers a vertical suplex on to Hunter Sullivan. Or actually, where Hunter was at only moments ago. Gonzo turns around, running knee to the face sends Gonzo in to the corner now, where Hunter peppers him with left and right shin and knee shots before ending the combo with a very solid sounding stinging shot to the chest. The crowd winces as Hunter lifts Gonzo up top for a superplex, but Gonzo seems to find his bearings as he begins to fire fists in to Hunter’s ribs. Hunter pulls back, but Gonzo also shoves forward; the end result is Hunter lands on his back, but Gonzo lands face first on the canvas.

Larry Gordon: Both pay for that move.

Linzi Martin: And Meghan is getting back up on the outside.

True, she is, but so is KVLT and Jaice Wilds. KVLT pulls her around, whipping her in to the railing before consistently slamming her face in to the barricade. However Jaice is there, though not to save Meghan, he runs along the railing, leaping off and sending the bottom of his boot onto KVLT’s nose. KVLT stumbles back from the force and Jaice quickly sweeps his feet out from under him. Jaice picks Meghan up, but she nails him with a chop to his inner thigh before back body dropping him on the railing. Jaice bends over backwards from the impact before landing on the crowd side of the barrier.

Larry Gordon: So much for it protecting the fans.

Linzi Martin: Isn’t that the truth, think you could do something about that.

Larry Gordon: I could fire you…

Linzi Martin: Amazing how protective those barriers are, especially in this type of environment.

Gonzo has Tamika up in the ring, sending his fist repeatedly in to her face, but Meghan leaps from the top rope, flipping and driving in to nothing. Hunter spears Tamika at the last minute, sending her in to the ropes and subsequently causing Gonzo to stumble forward and Meghan making contact with nothing. Gonzo spins around, Meghan getting back to her feet. Gonzo with a kick to the face before a neckbreaker sends her on the canvas. Jaice is pulling himself back up, pissed off and holding at his lower back as a cheesy nacho chip slides down the side of his face. KVLT rolls in to the ring, carrying a steel chair with him for a weapon of choice. Jaice climbs slowly over the barricade, that chip still cheesily sliding down his face, resting at his chin now. Gonzo kicks the chair out of KVLT’s hand and something snaps in the man’s demeanor.

Linzi Martin: Is that guy crazy?

Larry Gordon: It did appear that a spark came in to his eyes.

Lariat to Gonzo! He spins around, Lariat to Tamika!

Larry Gordon: Uh oh, this could be devastating to the other teams’ hopes.

Meghan pulls herself up, crouching as Jaice slides in to the ring.

Lariat to Jaice sends him down. Meghan launches a kick at his ribs, but he spins and avoids the blow, sending her down with a lariat as well! Hunter is extactic and goes to congratulate his partner for the good job, but KVLT sends him down with a lariat as well!

Linzi Martin: What a retard. Why did he do that?

Larry Gordon: Its cause KVLTAMANIA is running wild!

Gonzo rolls over to his knees, shaking his head from side to side to clear the cobwebs from the lariat. KVLT is still in lariat mode, but Gonzo manages a punch under a lariat and sends him down on the canvas. Gonzo mounts him with repeated shots of kicks before dropping a knee on to his face and mounting him with punches and elbows to the face.

Larry Gordon: I think Gonzo may have gone bonkers.

Linzi Martin: Really Larry? Bonkers?

Larry Gordon: Look, I don’t have anyone writing my lines for me.

Meghan comes with a shin kick to his skull, knocking Gonzo a bit loopy, but as he stumbles around, KVLT lifts him up in the air, snap powerbombing him on the canvas. KVLT looks up right in to a double missile dropkick from the Cowgirls From Hell and as Tamika rids the ring of Gonzo, Meghan makes the cover on Hunter.

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winners of the match, the team of Tamika and Meghan Nash Strader… the Cowgirls From Hell!

You Are Cordially Invited…

Over the REBELTron, a previously recorded message with a fancy envelope opens and we begin to see a message written over a fancy card. It is read out loud.

Simon Kalis: You’re all cordially invited to the Simon Kalis-Tamika Nash Strader wedding ceremony, which we’re going to hold live at Birthday Bash on April 2nd, 2012 in Kabul, Afghanistan!

The crowd in the arena cheers as the envelope fades and we see Simon and Tamika standing together in embrace.

Simon Kalis: Unless you’re a Master of Armageddon, because fuck those guys!

Tamika Nash Strader: Yeah!

They kiss and we fade to black.

QUICK RESULTS

Hardcore Snowfall defeats The Space Age to advance in RP3T!
Might & Magic beats the DLC & Hardcore Entertainment to advance in RP3T! RIP Brandyn
Teresa Quaranta & Masakzu defeat Tru ReVolution to advance in RP3T!
The Cowgirls From Hell narrowly defeat Queens R Wild & Kvlt/Sullivan to advance in RP3T!

NEXT WEEK, ON MONDAY NIGHT AGGRESSION!

RP3T CONTINUES! Plus! REBEL Pro is NOT SAFE For The Masters of Armageddon!

Jack The Mackhammer versus Jeremy Gold versus Duncan Aries**

Bobby Lee versus Jack Spades

#10- Grade A Nastiness (Mark McNasty and Alex Wilkie) vs. #3 C3 © (Emily Corlen & Justin Case) versus #7 Might & Magic

#13- Dodo-A-Gogo (Lisa Seldon and Anna Mathews) vs #4 Sticks N Stones (Matt Stone & Marvin Wood)

#14- Thunderwolf/Jeffery Drake vs #16 Teresa Quaranta & Masakazu vs. Hardcore Snowfall

#5 Nature (Pohatu & Lucious Starr) vs. #18 The Cowgirls From Hell

REBEL Pro Aggression Title NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP Match*
Kvlt Drachen versus Violet Harper

* Denotes consequences at Birthday Bash for Violet if she loses, since she is an MoA cunt.
** Denotes consequences at Birthday Bash for Duncan Aries, since he is an MoA prick.

Oh, there’s more! AWARDS!

Congratulations are in order to both Alex(aka Lisa Seldon!) and Joel(aka Justin Case!) for great work in 2011. Not to mention Bean(aka Bubba J & Jethro Hayes) for being the best all round dude possible! I was going to do lovely actual presentation segments for them, but nobody sent me anything as far as a tiny speech. So blame them. The assholes. (jk I love you all! Even you reading!)

REBEL Pro Wrestler of the Year 2011: Lisa Seldon
REBEL Pro Rookie of the Year 2011: Lisa Seldon
REBEL Pro Face of the Year 2011: Lisa Seldon
REBEL Pro Heel of the Year 2011: Justin Case
REBEL Pro’s Most Improved of the year 2011: Justin Case
OOC Award, All Round Great Guy 2011: Bean

Aggression 3-5-2012

My Enemies Enemy is my…

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the arena speakers and as Bubba J walks from the back, the crowd goes wild. He walks down the entrance ramp, wearing a Hardcore Drinking t-shirt, blue jeans, and a Rebel Pro hat. Jenny Jersey tosses him the microphone as he steps through the ropes and he brings the mic up to his lips.

“Rebel fucking Pro!”

He climbs one turnbuckle, pointing the mic towards the crowd.

“Let me hear ya!”

He goes to the opposite corner, doing the same with the microphone.

“I said what?! I can’t fucking hear ya!”

He stands center ring, the roof exploding with the noise and he slowly brings the mic up to his lips and speaks in a really soft voice.

“It seems to me that there is a cancer spreading its way through the AOWF.”

The crowd is hushed, listening to his every word.

“It seems that some Masters of Apocalypse or Armaggedeon, or Assholes… want to stick their STD infected dicks in and try to fuck up our wrestling here in the AOWF.”

The crowd boos.

“And in the case of Violet, insert STD here please, Harper… her STD infected Vagina…”

The crowd boos again.

“But you see, the thing is this… I don’t go in for shit like that.”

He begins to pace.

“I don’t give a fuck about the AOWF, let the MOA have it.”

He is angry now.

“But I do give a damn about Rebel Pro. It stood alone before the AOWF, It stands with the AOWF, and when the AOWF is dead and gone… Rebel fucking Pro will still be standing.”

He is pissed off, pulling out a Marlboro and lighting it up.

“I will not fucking stand by and let punks like that pussy Duncan Aries, that illegitimate offspring of a fucktard and a fifty cent hooker Jaice Wilds, and Violet Harper… a walking STD destroy what I and others built here. I will not fucking stand by and let the MOA destroy what my blood, what others blood, and what flesh has been torn to build this company be destroyed.”

He takes a drag.

“I will not stand by and allow them to take what it has taken years to build up over blood, sweat, and flesh. If I have to fight alone, then I will fight alone.”

He paces again.

“If I have to join forces with a respected enemy of mine…”

Suddenly, “The Regulator” by CLUTCH hits over the speakers, the burning skull of The Order of Chaos burns brightly on the REBELTron. Atop the entrance ramp appears Simon Kalis, the crowd begins cheering wildly as the returned REBEL Pro General Manager makes his way to the ring.

Larry Gordon: Two deeply heavy rivals for YEARS, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Yeah their battles are well known going back to 2009 in the PWA.

Kalis enters the ring and gets a second microphone, waiting for the crowd to quiet down.

Simon Kalis: You won’t have to fight alone.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Kalis smirks, extending a hand.

Simon Kalis: Join us, and stand with us against the Masters. And we’ll make them regret ever stepping foot inside a REBEL Pro ring.

Bubba looks around the crowd, who’re cheering with approval as Simon smirks. Bubba and Simon shake hands.

Larry Gordon: Good Lord!!! Bubba J is now in The Order of Chaos!

The crowd cheers as Simon and Bubba each get cold beers thrown their way from the wandering beer vendor, they crack open the cans and chug’em down to the roaring cheers of the crowd.

Linzi Martin: The Masters better watch out now.

Bubba and Simon stand side by side, and both men salute the crowd- Order of Chaos style.

Fuck Off.

We fade to the staff and employee entrance of the arena, and a large contingent of security seems to be blocking the doors.

Security 1: We’re just following orders.

It’s then we see Violet Harper look at Jaice Wilds, both of the Masters then regarding the security guards with disgust.

Violet Harper: Actually, no, you’re just being an idiot. I have a match tonight. You have to let me in.

Security 2: That right?

The guards look at each other and then off in the distance, where apparently Jeremy Gold is watching to see if this rouse has worked.

Security 1: She’s right. Against Gold.

Violet Harper: Morons.

Harper and Wilds move to enter, but Security stops Jaice.

Security 2: You don’t have a match though. You can fuck off.

Jaice Wilds: Yeah by who’s word?

Security 1: The Order of Chaos.

Jaice Wilds: You’re kidding me. Violet go on in, I’ll catch you around. Let me deal with this.

Violet nods knowingly, and heads in. The door shuts and Jaice, not really nearly as tall as the hefty security guards taps his foot.

Jaice Wilds: So you see, the thing is-

Out of no where, a tire iron comes crashing down over the back of Jaice Wilds’ head. Jaice hit’s the pavement, the security guards laugh, as the attacker continues to bash Jaice in the chest, ribs and face with the tire iron. The tire iron gets chucked aside and the hooded man drops the hood back.

Masakazu: So it begins.

Masakazu bends knee and lifts Jaice up by the hair.

Masakazu: You deliver a message to Fley and Styx and the rest of them for me. Will you do that kind old buddy old pal?

Masakazu forces a groggy Jaice Wilds to nod.

Masakazu: REBEL Pro is a killing field for you and your circus of assholes and sexually frustrated girls. But most of all Jaice?

Masakazu stands, lifting Jaice with him. Masakazu throws Jaice Wilds onto his own car and jumps up onto the hood. Lifting Jaice back up, Masakazu spins with him… THE MASADRIVER THROUGH THE CAR WINDSHIELD!!! Jaice Wilds is buried under Masakazu and shattered glass, as Masakazu pulls himself out and stomps his foot, offering a salute.

Masakazu: ALL HAIL THE ORDER OF CHAOS!

He spits and security steps aside, letting him into the arena.

Masakazu: Give Duncan Aries my regards. He’ll get his too.

He disappears inside, as security smirks at the downed Jaice Wilds.

Jeremy Gold versus Violet Harper

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

“Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits, and out steps Jeremy Gold in a black and yellow striped Adidas track suit, with matching headband. The crowd cheers him as he bobs and weaves, putting on a brave face. But from behind the curtain, Violet Harper, still in her street clothes rushes out and jumps. As she leaps, she grabs Gold by the face and crushes his head against the bottom of the entrance ramp, the crowd booing incredulously. Violet throws Gold into the ring and Jenny Jersey quickly gets out.

DING DING

Larry Gordon: Violet’s not wasting any time here.

Violet lifts Gold up in the ring, and whips him into the ropes. As Gold comes back, the tears stream off his face as he tries to duck but fails the incoming dropkick from Violet. Gold hit’s the canvas hard and begins screaming as he tries to crawl away.

Linzi Martin: I wonder if it ever occurred to anyone that Jeremy Gold is merely bait.

Violet grabs Gold by the heels of his feet and drags him back into the center of the ring while he screams for mercy.

Larry Gordon: What makes you say that?

Gold gets flipped over from his stomach to his back and Violet splits his legs open, winks and kicks him square in the balls. But it’s then the crowd cheers loudly, and Violet knows it isn’t for her. Not anymore.

Linzi Martin: That’s what makes me say it.

Simon Kalis and Bubba J are standing atop the entrance ramp, as Corlen and Masakazu sweep their way through the crowd surrounding the REBEL Pro ring at all sides.

Violet Harper leans over and shows no fear, begging them to come. Bubba and Simon move first towards the ring, circling. Jeremy Gold is up and he spins Violet around, much to everyones shock that he isn’t fleeing for dearest life. Jeremy Gold slaps Violet Harper across the face, meanwhile Corlen and Masakazu hop the barricade and surround the ring. Harper slaps Gold back and he spins dramatically in a 360 spin before falling to his knees and wailing in pain. Violet with a vicious snap kick nearly takes Gold’s head off. She covers!

1!

2!!

Violet sits up, shaking her head. She wants to put some damage on Jeremy Gold. She locks him into a sleeper hold- big mistake.

Gold taps before she can even finish applying the move.

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: I think this is the first time in wrestling history someone tapped out to a sleeper hold.

Bubba J, Masakazu and Emily Corlen all hop up onto the rings apron now and enter the ring. Simon Kalis himself backs away and holds up a radio to his face.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match by submission… VIOLET HARPER!!!!!

Though she has no time to celebrate the victory as Masakazu strikes first with a thrust kick. She blocks it with her arms, but from her side Bubba J comes barrelling at her with a stiff right hook that lands directly on her chin. She stumbles right into Emily Corlen who DDT’s her into the canvas. Masakazu steps back, then jumps forward and begins unloading left and right kicks into Violet’s rib cage as Bubba J holds the top rope and stomps down on her face.

Linzi Martin: The fans are loving this!

Corlen and Masakazu hop out of the ring three security guards in full riot gear come streaming from backstage.

Larry Gordon: Violet’s in trouble.

Masakazu has a canister of gasoline as Corlen slides a table into the ring. Bubba J hoists Violet Harper back up to her feet as Corlen sets the table up near one of the corners. Violet isn’t going out like this without a fight, though as she elbows Bubba J in the face and leaps into Masakazu, both of them hitting the canvas. Corlen just smirks as she picks up the gas canister and pours it out over the table, while Violet Harper wails away on Masakazu with lefts and rights. Masakazu takes the punches to the face but grabs Violet by her waist and begins thrusting into her laughing. She cracks her elbow over his face but then Masakazu head butts her, lifting his knees up and flipping himself over on top of her, driving his knees into her chest.

Linzi Martin: Did you see that thrusting?! Like father, like son!

Bubba J rips Violet to her feet by her hair and cracks her over the face or tries to. But Violet Harper ducks and spins, hitting a super kick into Bubba’s face. Sadly Harper’s valiant struggle ends as Corlen whips Harper into the turnbuckle, charging and then crushing her between herself and the corner. Corlen lifts Violet up with her to the middle turnbuckle as Masakazu lights a cigarette with a match, then drops it on the table. It bursts into flames and he salutes Emily Corlen…

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

HARPER GOES THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE VIA EMILY CORLEN’S GLAM SLAM! Simon points to Harper, and the security guards rush the ring and pull her out.

Linzi Martin: Payback for everything the MoA has done. I told you Jeremy Gold was the bait!

Security seem to handcuff Violet Harper and take her back up the entrance ramp to (hopefully?) be removed from the arena. Simon stops them and slips out an envelope from his suits breast pocket.

Marked “Dearest MoA”.

He slips it into Violet’s bra and snaps his fingers, security taking her away before The Order of Chaos does any more damage.

Pardon The Interruption

This is the part of the backstage area that’s decorated with a mountain of tattered Hello Kitty dolls, all the gold on Earth, and…given the lady poking the camera lens, you can pretty much the rest. Though she has been trying to make donuts recently. It’s not working too well.

Anna Mathews: Suce mii four intertupting the hole OoC/MoA thing that iz bound show up @ sumpoint during teh broadcast. Butt It’s tyme for a different kind of camera whoredom.

She clears her throat. And waits. From stage left, a wild megaphone appears. Its little legs pump up and down in a frantic run. Fellow camera whores, PuppetLisa and PuppetLiza respectfully, are in hot persuit. One has a knife sewn on its hand. Guess which one? The crazy little dodo mind prefers to shrug it off.

Anna Mathews: Eye think joo guys need more fireworks. Oar just more fire. How ’bout candy? Kan wii have candy? Overflowing skittle deathmatch. That shuld bea teh next show. Better jump awn et now, b4 Lisa steals it.

Before she can say anymore, an ear shattering cry breaks the barriers of sound.

Anna Mathews: Wat?

I SAID IT BREAKS THE BARRIERS OF SOUND!

Anna Mathews: Oh.

The Puppets return with their bounty. PuppetLisa drags her loud mouthed victim while PuppetLiza pats it on the head. She’s saying something. Odds are it’s encoraging optimistic fluff about rabbits. Anna blinks. So does everybody else. Oh, well.

Anna Mathews: Havva nice day!

Frantic wave, inane grin, fade to other forms of stupidity.

Team Mongly versus Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake

Monroe meets Jeffery in the middle of the ring and delivers a closed fist shot to Jeffery’s head. Jeffery slams his shoulder into Danny’s chest, knocking the man to the ground. Jeffery lands a leg drop on Monroe’s chest before getting back to his feet and pulling Monroe up again. Jeffery delivers a few hard forearms to Danny’s chest. Monroe connects with another closed fist shot to Jeffery’s head and the referee yells at him. Danny shoots a glare at the referee warning him to keep his mouth shut. Jeffery takes advantage of Monroe being distracted and lifts him up into a fireman’s carry and slamming him into the gorund.

Larry Gordon – That was a beautiful move by Jeffery Drake. Monroe needs to take his opponents more seriously.

Linzi Martin – The referee was distracting Danny on purpose by getting in the way.

Jeffery grabs Danny and pulls him to his feet again. Monroe lands a couple forearm shots causing Jeffery to stagger back. Monroe rushes toward Jeffery and Jeffery bends forward grabbing Monroe around the middle before throwing Danny over his head, executing a perfect back body drop. Unfortunately it was toward Danny’s corner and Monroe quickly makes the tag to Riona.

There is no hesitation in Langly as she climbs into the ring and delivers a single leg running dropkick to Jeffery’s chin. There is a loud crack upon impact and Jeffery goes down. Langly turns him over quickly and goes for a pinfall attempt.

1 . . .

2 . . .

Kickout!

Jeffery pushes Langly off of him and gets back to his feet; he rubs his jaw for a moment before locking up with Riona toward the middle of the ring. Jeffery pulls Langly closer, releasing Riona’s hands and grabbing her around the middle and throwing her over his head for a belly to belly suplex. Langly lands on her head and falls prone. Jeffery goes for a pin attempt but Monroe breaks it up putting Jeffery in a side head lock dragging Jeffery away from Langly, completely ignoring the referee. Monroe lands multiple shots to Jeffery’s head before dumping him out of the ring and returning to his corner.

Linzi Martin – Look at Monroe saving that crazy bitch! He should have a real partner!

Larry Gordon – And what exactly is wrong with a former World Champion as a partner?

Langly sits up slowly a bit stunned. She notices that Jeffery is outside of the ring and looks at Monroe for a moment before getting to her feet. Jeffery pulls himself up and gets back into the ring. He goes for Monroe out of anger but Langly cuts him off with a jumping high kick, taking Jeffery down to the mat again. Jeffery doesn’t spend much time down as he drives his elbow into the stomach of Langly, before fully getting to his feet. Jeffery goes over to his corner to tag in Kelser but before he reaches his partner Langly hits him with an overhead chop.

Jeffery staggers forward a bit before Langly grabs him around the middle and rolls him up for a pin.

1 . . .

2… kickout!

Larry Gordon – Riona is quickly gaining control in this match, it may not last very much longer if Jeffery can’t get a tag in.

Linzi Martin – I find it hard to care about this match while Danny stands outside of the ring.

Jeffery and Langly both get to their feet again. Langly runs forward and Jeffery delivers a knee to Langly’s chest. Langly doubles over and Jeffery uses this chance to make the tag to Dustin Kelser. Thunderwolf charges at the still doubled over Langly and grabs her under the arms and lifts her up before slamming her down. Langly lays prone and Thunderwolf jumps up and lands a senton splash right onto Langly’s chest. Thunderwolf makes the cover and Monroe interrupts again, this time by grabbing and punching the referee in the face knocking the man out. Jeffery notices this and calls to Thunderwolf.

Linzi Martin – It looks like we might need a new referee.

Larry Gordon – Is Danny trying to make Langly look bad?

Linzi Martin – That my dear, Geoff, is impossible. The slut already looks horrible.

Kelser gets up and checks on the referee only to be met with Danny’s boot in his face. Thunderwolf falls back and Monroe gets into the ring, rolling Langly to the outside of the ring. Monroe lands a few shots to Thunderwolf’s face, Thunderwolf returns the shots with a loud chop before grabbing Monroe in a bear hug.

Larry Gordon – Gotta have some

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Linzi Martin – What did I tell you about making jokes?

Thunderwolf lifts Monroe up over his shoulders before pulling him down and delivering a death valley driver to Danny’s head. Thunderwolf lets go of Monroe and the man falls onto his back. Thunderwolf goes for the cover.

1 . . .

2 . . . kickout!

Danny drives his shoulder into Thunderwolf’s head, before rolling Thunderwolf off him. Monroe gets to his feet and kicks Kelser in the side, and then stomps on his chest. Thunderwolf grabs Monroe’s ankle and twists it rolling himself so Danny ends up on the ground. Thunderwolf stands up and twists Monroe’s ankle more. Danny grabs the rope as the referee comes to. The referee starts the five count and Thunderwolf releases Monroe’s ankle.

Larry Gordon – That’s a new move for Thunderwolf.

Linzi Martin – Don’t care. Danny is going to slaughter that has-been. Who cares if he discovered the use of twisting someone’s leg, it’s a boring move. Standard as standard gets.

Larry Gordon – There’s nothing wrong with the standard move set.

Linzi Martin – Sure, if you don’t mind a match that puts everyone to sleep.

Monroe gets back to his feet and trades blows with Thunderwolf. Monroe lands huge elbow to Thunderwolf’s face and Irish whips him into an empty corner. Danny grabs the back of Thunderwolf’s head and slams it into the turn buckle multiple times. Jeffery goes to help his partner but is stopped by the referee. Monroe turns Thunderwolf around the head and lifts him straight up, holds him up for a few seconds before dropping Thunderwolf down in a vicious brainbuster. Thunderwolf falls onto his back and Monroe goes for the pin.

1 . . .

Jeffery breaks up the pinfall attempt before being forced to return to his corner by the referee. Monroe pulls Thunderwolf back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Jeffery is waiting with his hand outstretched and Thunderwolf takes the tag. Monroe looks over to his corner where Langly is waiting to be tagged in but Danny just ignores her and rushes at Jeffery looking to spear the man before he can full get into the ring.

Jeffery sees Monroe coming and pulls out of the ring, causing Danny to nearly crash into the turnbuckle.

Larry Gordon – Jeffery looks like he’s seen everything Monroe can do before. Did you see how he dodged Monroe’s spear?

Linzi Martin – Hey, Larry, I hear that Jeffery is looking for a new towel boy. Maybe you should apply.

Jeffery climbs into the ring and delivers a stiff forearm shot to Danny’s back. Monroe turns and returns with an elbow. Jeffery staggers back but isn’t caught off balance for long as he delivers a big boot to the chest of Monroe causing him to stagger into the ropes. Jeffery delivers quite a few chops to the chest of Danny before Danny pushes Jeffery back toward the center of the ring. Monroe grabs Jeffery around the neck with his arm and delivers knee shots to his chest. Monroe sticks Jeffery’s head between his legs and wraps his arms around Jeffery’s but Jeffery shakes his grip and throws Monroe over his head, straightening.

Larry Gordon – That’s the second huge back body drop we’ve seen tonight! Jeffery isn’t letting Monroe get the best of him.

Linzi Martin – Come on, Monroe, don’t that that hack beat you!

Monroe slowly gets to his feet but Jeffery is already there and picks Monroe up before slamming him down again. Jeffery knocks Langly off the apron, causing Riona to hit the ground hard again. Jeffery looks apologetic for a moment before he returns to Monroe and pulls the man up to his feet. Jeffery lifts Monroe up and hoisting him onto his shoulder before throwing Monroe to the mat in front of him. Jeffery rolls Monroe over going for a pin but instead gets punched in the head by Monroe.

Larry Gordon – I can’t believe it! Monroe was faking it!

Linzi Martin – That just proves that Monroe has got way more brains then Drake.

Monroe gets to his feet along with Jeffery. Danny launches a series of closed fist shots to Jeffery’s head, but that doesn’t last long as the referee gets involved. Jeffery delivers a devastating spinning heel kick to Monroe causing the man to stagger back. Danny launches himself at Jeffery but Jeffery is able to turn his body and get Monroe into a full nelson. Jeffery picks Monroe up before slamming him down executing a full nelson bomb. Jeffery takes quite a few steps back before running and hits Danny with a big boot. Monroe falls back and Jeffery goes for the cover.

1 . . .

2 . . .

Kickout at the last second!

Jeffery slams the mat in frustration but grabs Danny’s arm and begins to twist it.

Larry Gordon – Here’s a familiar move!

Linzi Martin – I know that you get excited when you finally recognize a move but do you have to announce it to the whole arena?

After a few seconds of twisting and turning, Danny’s arm is torqued around Drake’s right leg, Jeffery forcing Danny’s top forward as he continues to pull back on Danny’s arm. Riona charges in to break it up, but is met with a clothesline from Thunderwolf.

Larry Gordon: THERE IT IS!! LISA SELDON COMMEMORATIVE OMOPLATA!!

Danny tries desperately to find some ropes nearby, but is unable to find any close enough to break and is forced to submit.

And Then…

Larry Gordan: What a fantastic match Linzi!

Linzi Martin: That it was Lar! The fans were the real winners here tonight.

Larry Gordan: Lot of talent in that ring tonight. I was surprised by the chemistry that both of these teams showed tonight. Like they’d been tagging together all their lives.

Linzi Martin: You know Lar I…

“After the Flesh” by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult hits the PA-system cutting Martin off and launching the fans into boos. Langly, Monroe, Drake and Kelser immediately start to scan the arena for what they know is to come. Their recently ended match already a distant memory.

Larry Gordan: Great… more of this. Damn it!

Linzi Martin: Easy Lar. This is all these guys know. Once they’re forced to start facing these same people that they’re attacking one on one? Well it’ll be a different story then.

It’s then that the rippling starts in the front row as The Masters start to swarm out from the crowd. The come in from all sides cutting off every route of escape. The four in the ring look around to each other, nodding and then go back to back, each one watching a side of the ring.

Lucious Starr, Fallen Angel, Silverback, Violet Harper, Duncan Aries, Jaice Wilds, Enika Engel and Nightstryker move towards the ring in pairs. All armed and all focused on the individual on their side. The four gathered in the ring pull their circle in a little tighter. From the entrance way Fley and The Way of the Future himself, Styx emerge from behind the curtain. Fley already has a mic in hand.

Fley: Well… isn’t this a coincidence? Both of the very people that we needed to talk to are together in the same place! That just makes things so much easier doesn’t it?

Styx and Fley start to move down to ringside while the other Masters come to a stand still circling the ring… poised and ready for the signal that will begin their attack. Fley seems almost jovial in his tone and walk. Styx seems distant.

Fley: See there are two ways this could go right now. We could all get in that ring and discuss things like rational human beings, settle our differences and begin a new era of dominance in the AOWF.

OR.

We can just storm the ring, beat the living fuck out of each and every one of you and begin a new era of dominance in the AOWF.

Fley and Styx finally reach ringside and find themselves standing with Enika Engel and Nightstryker. Fley props an elbow up on Bryce’s shoulder, while Styx lays a hand on Enika’s. Enika looks up to Dustin staring daggers. In the ring Dustin takes a step towards them, but stops.

Fley: Eh… we’ll take door number two.

As one The Masters storm the ring leaving Styx standing at ringside alone. He watches passively as the first wave of Masters hit the ring and are attacked in turn by the four at its center.

Larry Gordan: Yes! Fley catches a boot to the face from Thunderwolf!

Linzi Martin: Langly with a roundhouse to Aries! Monroe drops Harper with a lariat!

Larry Gordan: Drake ducks under a chair shot from The Brutal and finds Nightstryker with an elbow to the face!

Nighstryker’s head whips back, blood spraying from his nose. Drake goes to follow up the attack, but is finally floored by a baseball bat to the back of the head. The Brutal is there an instant later swinging his chair down on Drake.

Linzi Martin: Damn! Wilds just downed Drake! And now him and The Brutal are going to town on him.

Larry Gordan: Silverback wallops Langly upside the face with a chair, and she’s down!

Monroe tries to make a break for it and almost escapes, but Fley catches him from the outside with a shot from his metal staff that finds its mark right between his eyes. Monroe stumbles backwards right into a recovered Harper who smashes him in the head with a barbwire wrapped baseball bat.

Larry Gordan: Just Wolf now… they have Thunderwolf back up into a corner.

Linzi Martin: What are they waiting for.

Enika stands at the center of the half circle of Masters who have pushed Dustin back into a turnbuckle. Comprised of herself, Fallen Angel, The Brutal, Starr and Jaice Wilds they watch Wolf… waiting. On the outside Styx moves for the steel steps and finally starts to make his entrance into the ring.

Larry Gordan: Silverback and Nighstryker have pulled Drake over to the ropes and are tying him up in them.

Linzi Martin: Harper and Aries are clearing the ring of Langly and Monroe. Unceremoniously toss their bodies over the top rope.

Harper grabbing wrists and Aries grabbing ankles they toss both members of Mongly over the top rope, slamming them each into steel railing. Fley finally rolls back into the ring and retakes his position at Styx’s side as the older man walks across the ring to stand behind Enika.

Larry Gordan: I don’t think things are going to get any better from here Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Those four put up a hell of a fight though. There were just too many of them.

Dustin watches as Styx leans forward and whispers in Enika’s ear. She closes her eyes, lowers her head and drops the bat she’d been holding to her side.

Larry Gordan: Not sure what’s going on here. Are they trying to recruit Dustin?

Linzi Martin: Not really sure, Larr.

Suddenly Enika lashes out with the bat. Thunderwolf’s reflexes are enough to make it a glancing blow off the side of his head, but it’s still enough to send him stumbling back into the turnbuckle. Enika’s second swing connects dead with Wolf’s jaw and he drops to the canvas clutching his face. Enika lets the bat drop from her hands and pounces on Dustin with a primal scream. Beating and pounding on him with her fists.

Larry Gordan: I think Engel has just went outside her mind! She is just wailing on Thunderwolf with all the fury her little body can muster!

Linzi Martin: A woman scorned Larr.

Enika continues her assault on Dustin. Her knuckles starting to bleed as she tags the back of his head with left and rights. Finally Fallen Angel steps in and pulls a hysteric Engel off Thunderwolf. She lashes out at Nathan Kelser, catching him in the ribs, he takes it in stride and manages to catch both her wrists. She struggles for a moment longer before finally falling into hysterical crying. She slumps in his grasp and it’s then that Styx steps up and pulls her in close. The Masters as one turn from the fallen Thunderwolf and refocus their attention on Drake. Who is still tied up in the ropes but vastly more aware of his surroundings than he was some few minutes ago.

Larry Gordan: I was hoping they’d just forget about Drake.

Linzi Martin: Not likely. He was the first man they attacked up their return. He was the man that retired Styx. I don’t think the Masters will ever forget about Drake.

Fley steps forward, mic in hand and opens his mouth to speak but then pauses. Lowering the mic he looks down to Drake who glares back up at him. Nodding his head he flicks the mic over to Bryce, and whispering something to him moves away to Styx and Enika. Nightstryker smiles and crouches down to be at eye level with Drake. The booing grows from the fans.

Nightstryker: Hey, Jeff. Kyle sends his regards.

Bryce reaches out and pats Drake on the knee. Drake watches the hand on his injured knee. His body tensing.

Nightstryker: Styx has made a few decisions tonight. First, the frequency in which you will be sodomized will decrease significantly. He feels that he’s pushed you around enough and doesn’t want you going all Kipper Haven and flipping the fuck out. But really… I think you’re acting like a baby about all of this. You’ve suffered worse in sanctioned matches.

Again Bryce pats Drake’s knee. Jeffery glares back at him. He mutters something but it’s not picked up on mic.

Nightstryker: He really is isn’t he? Now this second thing I’m going to share with you I think you’ll really like. Styx has agreed to your meeting in Boston.

Bryce smiles and gives Drake a little thumbs up.

Nightstryker: See? He really is a giving guy. There’s nothing in it for him to meet with you and your flock and yet he’s gracious enough to meet one of your requests. Just make sure Shawn is there. To, you know, make everything feel like the good old days again.

Bryce finally pushes back up to his feet and starts to turn around, but pauses and looks back down to Drake.

Nighstryker: Right… I almost forgot about the third thing, an overrated number. He’s decided who’s going to be responsible for your fall. The fall to end it all. You’re the end of the line Hero. No more tomorrows. Have a good one.

With that Stryker finally turns away and “After the Flesh” hits the PA system one more time. The Masters start to filter out of the ring and up the aisle way, leaving behind the wreckage of their passing. Though as they begin to reach the top of the aisle, a legion of security guards seemingly armed to the teeth in riot gear step out, smacking their batons against their massive shields. The Masters know exactly who sent this contingent of security, but make no attempt to fight as they calmly leave from whence they came.

Starr Studded Warning

The scene opens on Simon Kalis’ office, the former General and current REBEL General Manager filing through some paperwork. As he sifts through some files, a knock is heard at the door.

Simon Kalis: Come in.

The door opens, Lucious Starr making his way in. Simon’s face shows his lack of excitement at this arrival as Lucious sits down, spinning in the chair a bit.

Lucious Starr: Aaron! Good to see you’re still in the business. How is business, by the way?

Simon Kalis: You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve Lucy. You’re lucky you didn’t join the rest of the MoA on their trip the hell out of my building, if only because you actually have a match coming up.

Lucious Starr: Aww, Aaron. What, no hugs? No manly handshakes? No “hey, how’s the ring treating you”?

Simon Kalis: You\re scum, Lucious.

Lucious pauses, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: And to think, we had just put our past behind us…

Lucious Starr: The past IS behind us, Simon. We’re cool now. Everything’s on the level. I never turned my back on you.

Simon Kalis: The Masters, Lucious? What the hell is that all about?

Lucious takes a moment to size up Kalis, shaking his head.

Lucious Starr: It’s business, Aaron. The Masters needed someone who could lead us to dominance and a better future. I’m that person.

Simon Kalis: And what the hell qualifies you to lead them? What puts you in a place to call the shots? Styx and Brutal…

Lucious Starr: Styx and Brutal have been doing this for years. They have a grasp of what needs to be done to take over. But it’s a new time, a new regime. They need someone with the experience of leading in these times. And who better than a former Order General?

Kalis shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

Simon Kalis: You realize, Lucious, that Masakazu and the new Order will do everything in their power to bring you down.

Lucious grins, almost laughing.

Lucious Starr: And you realize, Aaron, that he’s no Simon Kalis.

Simon Kalis: He’s still able to lead the Order as well as I…

Lucious Starr: The hell he is, Simon. Look, I know you mean well. I know what you’re doing, and I know why. I get it. And believe me, I’m more than sympathetic to the Order’s cause. But you have to realize two things, Aaron. One, you are mistaking the Masters’ purpose in returning- much the way Mark Sommers and Riona misunderstood our rise.

Kalis shakes his head, appearing to get annoyed.

Simon Kalis: And what’s this other thing I supposedly need to realize?

Lucious pauses, leaning in.

Lucious Starr: I know Kaz. I know his weaknesses, his methods. I know how the Order works, how -we- do things. And that puts your son at a disadvantage. So I would suggest, as your friend, to have Kaz back down before someone gets hurt.

Simon stares down Lucious, the tension building. Kalis pounds his fists on his desk, getting up into Starr’s face.

Simon Kalis: Now you listen, Lucious. The Order is in the hands of a new General. A great General. One of my own blood, who will lead the Order to victory over the Masters of Armageddon. You may have been a member of Chaos before, but you have no connection to Masakazu and his Order. Masa will defeat you, and there is nothing you can do to prevent that. What’s started tonight is merely the first of our counter strikes against the Masters.

Lucious snickers, shaking his head. He heads for the door, turning his head at the last moment.

Lucious Starr: I’ll do what I can to keep him safe, Aaron. But if you won’t make him stand down, his fall is as inevitable as yours was. Make the right call, Aaron.

Lucious walks out the door, Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: You dumb son of a bitch.

Kalis reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out his Blackberry for some BBM fun.

Simon Kalis: Who’ll keep you safe?

Mathews/McNasty/Wood/Starr vs. Reyes/Sullivan/McQueen/???

“Love Is All Around” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts hits up in the speakers of the arena as the team of Anna Mathews, Marvin Wood, Mark McNasty, and Lucious Starr come down to ringside; Anna holding up her three titles for everyone to see her shiny triumphs.

Larry Gordon: Here comes the team of Mathews, Wood, McNasty, and Starr down to the ring.

Linzi Martin: With Anna leading the way thanks to her multiple shinies.

“Killing in the name” by Rage Against The Machine hits up in the arena’s speakers as the team of Gonzo McQueen, Lyza Reyes, and Hunter Sullivan comes out from the back.

Linzi Martin: This team noticeablly down a member here.

Larry Gordon: Don’t forget the mystery man who recorded his audio promos for the week Linzi.

Both teams are in the ring, preparing to square off when…

Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers and the crowd jumps up to their feet as Bubba J… doesn’t come from the back?

Linzi Martin: Where is…

Larry Gordon: Right there!

Bubba J nails Anna Mathews in the back of her skull with a steel chair sending her down on the canvas.

Ding Ding

Bubba J swings the chair again, but Lucious Starr ducks under it, Bubba J drops down, and Hunter Sullivan with a big boot sends Starr over the top rope to the outside. Bubba J springs back up, staring into Hunter’s face for a moment before swinging the chair around and nailing Mark McNasty right in the face. Gonzo McQueen has Anna in a camel clutch, really torquing her body parts in hopes of injuring her severely. Lyza comes leaping off the top rope to nail McNasty with a spinning heel kick to send him on his side as well. Hunter Sullivan and Marvin Wood are locked up in a collar and elbow lockup, but Marvin is slowly pushing Hunter back in to the corner. Marvin quickly with a side headlock, into a bulldog, and a crippler crossface on the former Global Champion and prennial hater of Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Look at the carnage.

Linzi Martin: My two favorite women are… well… in this match.

Lyza has McNasty in the corner delivering knee after knee into his ribs, but finishes off the onslaught with a stiff punch to McNasty’s fractured jaw that sends him loopy quickly. Bubba J launches himself over the top rope to land on the rising Lucious Starr as Gonzo tries his best to break Anna’s back with a surfboard submission. Hunter pulls himself and Marvin up against the ropes, breaking the hold and nailing Wood in the gut with his free hand. Hunter with a quick toss has Marvin on the outside of the ring, as he lands on the apron. Hunter with several kicks to his face nearly topples him over, but Hunter’s quick baseball slide sends him on over the edge to the floor below, before he follows him out.

Larry Gordon: Only a few offensive moves from one team and near domination from the other so far in this match!

Linzi Martin: Makes you anticipate the rest of the tournament doesn’t it?

Larry Gordon: It sure as hell does!

~Starr vs Bubba J~
Starr with a sneaky low blow halts the third repeated chair shot allowing Starr to rip the chair from the gasping Bubba J. Starr connects with a solid shot sending the redneck up against the safety barrier. Starr with a second shot has him leaning over the barrier, and a third sends him on over the top to the crowd beyond.

Linzi Martin: So much for a safety barrier.

Larry Gordon: Its a risk that you take getting in the front row at a Rebel event.

~Anna Mathews vs Gonzo McQueen~
Anna manages to somehow bite Gonzo’s hand, forcing him to relinquish the hold and she quickly spins, bringing her head up to nail him right in the mouth. Anna forces her self up, nailing Gonzo in the jaw with a spinning knee to the face and planting her foot, she delivers a roundhouse kick to his chin spinning him around to land on the canvas. Anna is off quickly, coming back and delivers a picture perfect Shining Wizard to the now downed McQueen. Anna takes a moment to bask in the glory of her move before McNasty…

~Mark McNasty vs Lyza Reyes~
delivers an airplane toss sending Lyza over Anna’s head, narrowly avoiding her jaw with Lyza’s flayling feet. Lyza lands heavily on her side, rolling and trying to regain her feet as the swollen jawed McNasty stomps down on her arm and whips her back first in to the corner. McNasty slams her face into the top turnbuckle repeatedly before lifting her up on to the top turnbuckle and executing a German Superplex onto the canvas!

Marvin Wood vs Hunter Sullivan~
Hunter pulls Marvin up to his knees, but Marvin with a snap sends Hunter over his back to land on the ring steps in a loud clatter of metal and grunts from Sullivan. Marvin stumble walks over to Hunter, lifting him up and whipping him back first into the railing. Hunter somewhat bounces off the barrier, Marvin there with a back body sends Hunter back first again on the steps, or actually the bottom part of the step. Hunter rolls off, holding at his back as Marvin stalks over to him, bending down and getting a face full of fist from Sullivan. Marvin stumbles back, wiping at his now busted lip as Hunter springs up, swinging the top of the steps and connecting solidly with Wood’s head. Marvin lands in a seated position against the barrier, Hunter obliges him with a running knee right in to his face.

~Lucious Starr vs Bubba J~
Starr lifts the redneck up, dropping him throat first on the railing; Bubba J spits up a little blood after the impact. He falls to the concrete floor as Starr looms over him.

Larry Gordon: These two have very bad blood between them and I think both are going to try and rid the other of that here tonight!

Linzi Martin: Blood letting! The best afradesiac in the world!

Larry Gordon: Depends on your point of view Linzi.

Bubba J grabs a beer bottle and as Lucious leans over to pull him up, Bubba J nails him in the mouth with the bottle; it doesn’t shatter. J breaks the bottle on the floor before DDT’ing Starr’s head right onto the broken pieces. J isn’t finished though as he drags the neck of the bottle down Starr’s back, ripping him open from neck to waistline(shallow but irritating cuts).

Larry Gordon: I can’t keep up with the action, Anna somehow has Gonzo on her shoulders on the top turnbuckle!

Linzi Martin: You go girl!

~Anna Mathews vs Gonzo McQueen~
Anna leaps off, but Gonzo twists in her arm, but Anna manages to counter Gonzo’s counter and slams him heavily on her knee; Gonzo folds over her knee. Anna stands back up, limping after that blow and leaps up to the top rope, back flipping with a double knee drop onto canvas! Gonzo moves out of the way!

Larry Gordon: Give it to Gonzo, its hard to keep him down.

Linzi Martin: But look at Anna, she’s up already!

Anna rolls on to her feet, spinning right around in to a spear from Gonzo that sends both him and her out of the ring to the outside where Bubba J is exchanging blows with Lucious Starr. Gonzo slams her face into the concrete floor before face rubbing her lovely features into the railing and then trying his best to give her canvas burn as well. McQueen face plants her into the ring apron before slamming a foot in to her face and she lands on the floor.

Linzi Martin: That cruel bastard!

Larry Gordon: On the other side of the ring Hunter is nailing Marvin with furious chop after furious chop!

Linzi Martin: He’s British, he’s used to getting slapped around.

Larry Gordon: That is the French you mean.

Linzi Martin: Exactly what I said, see?!

Exactly right, Marvin nails Hunter back with a stinging chop to the chest, catching Hunter by surprise. Hunter stumbles back, Marvin with a leg sweep sends the back of Hunter’s skull bouncing off the floor and Marvin is on him with a front choke hold, and its not the legal kind in any other federation, but strictly legal here in the world of Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Only here would that hold be legal.

Linzi Martin: Why, would Hunter cry about it in another fed?

Larry Gordon: It is illegal in other feds.

Linzi Martin: Exactly why Rebel Pro kicks ass!

Hunter squirms, managing to bring a knee up to knee Marvin in the groin and break the hold, for the most part. Marvin still has the vestiges of the hold locked on, but Hunter easily forces himself out of the hold and nails a DDT onto the canvas. Hunter rolls Wood over, lifting him up and whipping him into the ring apron. Marvin comes back, back body by Sullivan sends Marvin up in the air… landing on his feet behind Hunter. Hunter spins around, front kick right to his chin knocks him out on his feet. Marvin leaps off the ring step there, connecting with a clothesline that he spins around quickly to lock on a sleeper hold on Sullivan.

~Mark McNasty vs Lyza Reyes~
McNasty has Lyza in the corner, choking her on the rope there with an Anaconda Vise, but Lyza manages an elbow into his gut before stomping down on his left knee. Lyza kips to the middle rope, nailing Mark in the gut with a double foot kick(a weird kind of dropkick) and doubling him over. Lyza off the ropes quickly, swinging neckbreaker… or maybe jawbreaker? sends McNasty to the canvas. However Lyza isn’t finished yet, she pulls McNasty up to the top turnbuckle, sitting down right in front of him.

Larry Gordon: If she does what I’m thinking…

Linzi Martin: McNasty will be eating through a straw for the rest of the tournament!

Lyza leaps off…

TOP ROPE SUPER JAWBREAKER!

McNasty is out, he’s out cold and Lyza makes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Anna comes in and breaks it up, preventing the win and her team’s loss; but McNasty is still out cold.

Larry Gordon: My gawd what a close call.

Linzi Martin: Now look at Gonzo, he’s trapped in the ropes somehow.. no wait… that is pocket book straps.

Larry Gordon: That is a first here in Rebel Pro, these people will use anything.

~Gonzo McQueen vs Anna Mathews~
(previous)

Gonzo lifts Anna up, over his head and a pocket book comes flying into Anna’s hands, she manages to wrap it around Gonzo’s throat and begin to choke him out as she falls off his back. Another pocket book comes flying over, a third, a fourth, and then a whole flood of pocket books flies over to Anna. Gonzo is trying to avoid the flying pocket books, but Anna is quickly choking the life out of him and he falls to one knee, before his other knee and then Anna slams him up against the railing. Anna quickly detaches multiple straps, before locking him on the ringpost with several straps, immobilizing him as she dives in to the ring to prevent the pin on McNasty.

~Bubba J vs Lucious Starr~
Starr stomps down on Bubba J’s face before bringing down a steel chair onto his face and cutting his forehead open. Starr lifts the redneck up, face planting him onto an open chair seat and whipping him back first into the railing. Starr is seeming to demolish the Ragin’ Redneck before he picks up the bloody neck of the beer bottle and drags it down Bubba J’s face, cutting him open from forehead to just under the chin.

Linzi Martin: Look at all of the blood!

Larry Gordon: There is a huge amount of it here in this match!

Lucious goes to stab the Ragin’ Redneck, but Bubba J kicks him right in the balls once, twice, three times before Starr begins to fall forward, right into the Trailer Park Trash!

Larry Gordon: But no pin falls except in the ring!

Linzi Martin: Sucks for the Ragin’ Redneck, but I’m all for more blood and violence!

~Anna Mathews vs Gonzo McQueen~
Anna slides back out of the ring, after saving her team, and nails Gonzo right in the face with a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire from one of the pocketbooks.

Larry Gordon: Wow, how did that lady fit that in there?

Linzi Martin: A woman’s pocketbook is a vast mystery, some claim it to be the 8th Wonder of the World.

Gonzo fights the pain and blood getting in to his eyes, but is helpless to stop the brutality being dolled out by Anna as she releases another vicious shot to McQueen. Lyza crawls over, furious at Anna’s breaking up of the pin and releases Gonzo secretly.

Larry Gordon: Only Lyza could have freed Gonzo and she just did!

Anna swings again, but Gonzo catches the stick with his hand, causing the barbs to dig in as he boots Anna in the gut. Gonzo places the stick under her face and delivers a leg drop slamming her face into the stick and onto the floor. Gonzo isn’t done yet though, he lifts Anna back up, piledriving her onto the stick, which is now stuck in her hair. Gonzo lifts her up on to the Announcers’ table.

Larry Gordon: I’m moving, Linzi?

Silence from the other side, except for the sound of the headset swinging back and forth. Gonzo pulls a lader from under the ring, but as he sets it up, Anna gets up to her feet and meets him half-way up the ladder and they exchange blows all the way to the top of the structure. Hunter slides back in to the ring, Marvin is now handcuffed to the railing on the outside. Hunter lifts McNasty up, checking on him before nailing him in the jaw, just because he can. Lyza shakes her head to get the blood out of her eyes as Bubba J steps over the railing to the ringside area. He looks up at the ladder, blood pouring down his face as Lucious Starr leaps from the railing, spearing Bubba J in the back; both men hit the ladder similtaneously sending it toppling over.

Larry Gordon: I’m back folks and the ladder is falling! Both Anna Mathews and Gonzo McQueen were at the top of the structure!

Anna lands heavily on Hunter’s shoulders, using her momentum to spin him around and drive him hard face first into the canvas. She stays for a pin, not that she could move much anyways.

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winners of the match, the team of Anna Mathews, Marvin Wood, Mark McNasty, and Lucious Starr!

Larry Gordon: My gawd at the destruction!

Linzi Martin: Of course Hunter Sullivan cost his team mates the match. What a sloppy cunt.

Welcome To REBEL Pro

Wood begins to exit first. However this is interrupted as “The Regulator” hits over the speakers again for the second time tonight, and out steps Simon Kalis. Fully suited in black Armani, he has a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He gives Wood a courteous smile and reaches into the duffle bag and pulls out a stack of hundreds straight from the bank. Ten grand in all, and throws it Woods way.

Linzi Martin: Is this the bonus the winning side gets?

Reyes is walking up the ramp next, and while disappointed with the outcome, she does receive a ten grand stack of cash of her own.

Larry Gordon: Clearly, not. No all of these wrestlers who are not under a contract with REBEL Pro and apparently those who are, are receiving $10,000 per match for the tournament. All out of Simon’s own pocket.

Linzi Martin: Thankfully that for you! AM I RIGHT?!

One by one each of them walks past Simon and receives a smile and ten thousand dollars cash. Anna Mathews receives an extra bit of niceness as Simon bows to the Queen of Dodo’s, after all he is her biggest fan. All of them are now gone up the ramp. All but two: Lucious Starr and Bubba J. Starr is already aware of the presence in the crowd of Emily Corlen and Masakazu. They hop the barricade and encircle Lucious Starr.

Linzi Martin: Starr is in trouble.

Larry Gordon: Yes. It’s time for payback.

Simon points to the REBELTron, and at either side of the Tron wave flags baring the Order of Chaos emblem. Finally, Masakazu grabs a microphone from ringside and hops into the ring with Starr.

Masakazu: Bitch.

Starr scoffs.

Masakazu: All you are. All you’ve ever been. Is a bitch. And if you were anything more Lucy man, you were a patsy for the planned demolition of the “old” Order. A patsy who’s lust for a World title blinded him to the fact that he was being used merely as a means to an end.

Masakazu glares into Starr’s eyes. Starr tries to focus on everyone, but Bubba J and Emily Corlen now each have a steel chair in their hands. Simon Kalis reaches into the duffle bag and throws Starr ten grand in cash, neatly held together by a bank wrap. The elder Kalis then turns around and walks up the ramp shaking his head but he gets a microphone handed him to by a staff member from behind the curtain.

Simon Kalis: The methodology and tactics I taught you, you never learned. Nor understood, let alone could you ever begin to execute them Lucious. You are, and always will be the Beta to my Alpha. But I do have good news, even for you.

Larry Gordon: So what does the winning side get?

Kalis pauses for dramatic anticipation!

Simon Kalis: The winning side will see their teams automatically advance to the second round of RP3T whilst the losing side shall have to start from scratch next Aggression.

Linzi Martin: Damn!

The crowd has a mixed reaction, since Starr was on that winning side.

Simon Kalis: I know. You’re waiting for the rest of the Masters to have managed to return to the arena, and to be out here behind me to throw me off the stage and cripple me and save your sorry ass. Right?

“After The Flesh” hits once more over the speakers. Masakazu, Emily Corlen and Bubba J now all stand behind Starr in the ring, weapons in hand. Starr smirks as Simon Kalis puts his hands behind his head and gets on his knees, awaiting the inevitable. But then the music stops, and Starr’s smile quickly disappears.

Simon Kalis: No. I forgot. I had those sorry assholes thrown the hell out of MY show, baby boy.

Kalis hops back to his feet, and points to the ring.

Masakazu: Ain’t that just… Supreme?

The Order rush Starr, who goes to fend them off but a quick chair shot to the face from Corlen stops that.

Simon Kalis: Consider this the beginning.

Masakazu lifts up his gi pant legs to reveal his trademark steel plated shins, as Bubba J stomps the shit out of Lucious in the face while Corlen drives the chair into his ribs.

Simon Kalis: Wherever the Masters of Armageddon roam, we’ll be there.

Corlen cracks the chair over Starr’s face, he’s bleeding now.

Simon Kalis: Whenever the Masters of Armageddon think they can gang up on the denizens of the AoWF? We’ll be there.

Bubba J lifts Starr up, TRAILER PARK TRASH ON LUCIOUS STARR!

Simon Kalis: Whenever the Masters of Armageddon think they can run rampant on REBEL Pro’s turf? We’ll fucking be here.

Corlen and Bubba hoist Starr to his knees.

Simon Kalis: Most of all? We’ll remind you of the words you forgot, Shadow Starr.

Masakazu leaps back, then putting all his weight into it hit’s a perfectly executed muay thai angle kick, the steel plated shins cracking Starr’s neck around like a rag doll as he hit’s the canvas. Bubba already has the beers from the beer vendor and throws Corlen and Mas each one. They all crack open their beers, the cans clink in cheers and they chug’em before pouring the rest onto Starr.

Simon Kalis: ALL HAIL!

Kalis hoists the microphone into the air.

Fans: THE ORDER OF CHAOS!

Bubba, Corlen and Mas exit the ring and join Simon as they disappear, leaving Starr a bloody beer covered mess in the ring.

And Many More

The screen goes black for a moment. When a familiar jingle begins to play.

Happy Birthday To You!

We see a flash of Lisa Seldon splitting Vincent Black’s face open.

Happy Birthday To You!

We see Violet Harper, Jaice Wilds and Duncan Aries, their faces rising to meet the camera. MoA Supreme.

Happy Birthday To You!

We see Emily Corlen and Justin Case with the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles, as they look out before them, an army of the who’s who in the AoWF tag teams coming right for them.

Happy Birthday To You!

We see Simon Kalis presenting Anna Mathews with a lovely cake, with candles and all. The Queen of Dodo’s smiles, a smile to match the shininess of all her shiny belts.

Happy Birthday To You!

We see Hardcore Entertainment raise the AoWF Tag Team titles high in the air at RPMIII.

Happy Birthday Dear REBEL Pro!

Finally the darkness dissipates, and all there is under the single spotlight is the terrifyingly sadistic REBEL Pro ring, barbed wire ropes and all.

In association with the Alliance of Wrestling Federations. REBEL Pro proudly presents, BIRTHDAY BASH 2012 LIVE from the Aggression Arena in Durham, NC on April 2nd, 2012.

Happy Birthday To You!

REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship/RP3T First Round Match

C3© versus The Freak Show

We open up on a shot of Jenny Jersey standing center stage inside the REBEL PRO squared circle.

She gets ready to announce the next match up.

Linzi Martin: Mikey, our next match of the evening will surely set the tone for the remainder of the Tag Team Tournament. We have The Corlen Case Connection going up against the resently returning Freak Show. What a match this shall be!

Mikey Massacre: Excuse me if Im not quite as excited about this yawn fest than you are. Afterall, tag teams are just wrestlers who cant make it in the singles world. Being a Tag Team wrestler is rock bottom of professional wrestling.

Linzi Martin: You gotta be kidding me!

Jenny Jersey proceeds to announce the next match up.

” The Oddities ” by Insane Clown Possie hits up and out walk the monsterous duo of The Freak Show.

Jenny Jersey: The next match is set for one fall. It is a Tag Team Championship title match! Making their way to the ring at this time, hailing from parts unknown. At a combined weight of 510 pounds……..THE FREAK SHOW!!!

The 5 foot 6 inch Freak and the 7 foot 2 inch Shut down make their way inside the ring.

Once from inside the squared circle, they await their tag team opponents.

” E.T. ” By Katy Perry featuring Kanye West hits up and out step the team of C3. The REBEL PRO Tag Team Champions proceed to the ring

Jenny Jersey: Making their way to the ring, residing in Los Angeles, California. She is Emily Corlen. He hails from Edmonton, Alberta. At a combined weight of 405 pounds…….THE CORLEN CASE CONNECTION!!!!

The duo enter the ring as their manager The Wiz stands in their corner on the outside of the ring.

Both teams prepare for battle as referee Allan Stone gives last instructions to each team.

The ref holds up both Tag Team belts and then hands them off to the time keeper.

Emily Corlen prepares to start off as TheFreak starts off for his team.

The ref calls for the bell

ding ding!!

Corlen and The Freak meet in the middle of the ring. They circle each other as they size each other up. They then step into a solid grapple as each opponent strains for the upper hand. Corlen comes out with a kick to the mid section followed up by a fore arm to the head, pushing the freak back into the ropes as his back gets scratched up by the middle barbed wired rope. Corlen sends the freak into an Irish whip and as he comes back, she connects with a solid power slam! Emily gets the freak up and proceeds with a body slam, followed by coming off the ropes and diving off with a good looking leg drop across the throat of The Freak.

Linzi Martin: Its Emily with the upper hand here in the beginning of the match. I wonder how long she can keep this up?

Mikey Massacre: Knowing her, all night long!

Linzi Martin: Just call the damn match!

Emily walks over to The Freak and lifts him up into a smooth Russian leg sweep, but its blocked and reversed into a inverted bulldog! Advantage Freak! He gets Emily over to his corner, tagging in the 7 foot Shut down as they prepare for a tag team masterpeice! The freak lifts Emily up into a piledriver as Shut Down climbs the ropes and comes down with a spike piledriver! Corlen is in it bad! Shut Down takes over and his tag partner goes back onto the apron in their corner. Shut down follows up with a massive choke slam but Corlen blocks the move and out of no where lands a DDT! Both wreslters are down!

Linzi Martin: Can Corlen make it to her corner?!

Mikey Massacre: That would be a smart thing to do, Linzi.

Emily begins to crawl to her corner as Justin Case eagerly awaits the tag. Just as Corlen makes it her feet, she is within tag distance when Shut down turns her around as she goes to kick Shut Down, he grabs her by her leg. Emily then suddenly connects with a massive Enzigiri! Shut Down falls to the mat and Corlen jumps over to make the tag! Case enters the ring! He comes back with a huge clothesline and then gets Shut down into an STF! The ref looks on as Case grinds in the move!

Linzi Martin: Case can barely hold on to this move. Shut down is too big!

Mikey Massacre: Its just a matter of time before he is forced to let go.

Just like clockwork Shut Down breaks the hold and quickly makes it to his feet. Case follows up with a belly to belly suplex as the big man falls hard to the mat! Just then Emily Corlen tells Justin Case to keep on his opponent but Case’s ego gets the best of him. He trys to show up the audience as Corlen shakes her head in frustration. Thats when Shut Down sneaks up behind Case and lands a perfect full nelson suplex for the pin.

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KICKOUT!!

Corlen yells at Case to smarten up as he gets the clue. Taking Shut down into the ropes and choking him with the barbed wired rope. Thats when The Freak enters the ring illegally and trys to get at Justin Case. Corlen and Case take advantage of the situation and land C3 P.O. (Pretty Ovation)!! Corlen gets Shutdown into a T Bone suplex as Case proceeds with a rock bottom AT THE SAME TIME!! Case goes for the cover. Not hooking the leg.

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KICKOUT!!!

” TMG ” then calls out to The Wiz to get his barbed wire baseball bat! Case throws Shut Down outside the ring and tags in Emily Corlen. Emily attends to the fallen Shut Down outside the ring. After which The Wiz has beaten Shut Down with the barbed wire bat! Corlen throws Shut Down into the ring steps, as Shut Down hits hard! Corlen gets Shut Down up and piledrives him on the outside of the ring! Throwing him inside the ring. Corlen tags Case and they proceed with Boy Meets Girl! Cop Killah/ Ghetto Stomp ( Killswitch into a back sitdown piledriver as the tag member flys off the top rope shooting the opponent down with a missle drop kick! If thats not enough, they manage to pull off one more move called the Booby trap (Dooms Day Devise DDT)!!

Linzi Martin: Wow, this C3 team is amazing to watch!!

Mikey Massacre: How they find the will to work together with all the issues between them is beyond me.

Linzi Martin: Just enjoy what you see!

As Corlen and Case talk in their corner suddenly Shut Down escapes them and tags in his partner The Freak! He is fresh and wants blood! Case sees The fresh Freak and tags in Emily Corlen. She angerly enters the ring and hooks up with The freak as they grapple in the middle of the ring. The Freak takes charge and lands a few stiff blows to the back of Corlen, then throws Emily into the ropes with an Irish whip. Coming back its Corlen that ducks a clothesline and comes shooting off the ropes with her Skullcracker! She follows that with her Crimson Plunge! She then tags in Justin Case as they proceed with their tag team clinic. Getting the freak into Space Balls! 3 D (Dudley boys)!! ” TMG ” goes for the cover.

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KICKOUT!!

Linzi Martin: The team of The Freak Show wont give up!!

Mikey Massacre: You have to think sooner or later The Freak Show either have to fight back or suffer the punishment.

Case tags in Corlen as yet again they go for another tag team move. Setting the tone for the remainder of the Tag tournament. They get The Freak into their set up move Believe the Talent! (More bang for your buck (Young Bucks)!! They follow that up with Three’s Company! (Dooms Day Devise )!! Corlen goes for the cover.

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……!!!

Shut Down breaks up the cover and trys to get at Corlen. The ref orders Shut Down over to his corner as The Freak finally shows some fight coming back with a massive Super kick and Corlen is knocked silly! The freak tags in Shut Down as they tag up for THE FERRIS WHEEL!! The Freak monkey flips an opponent out of the corner and Shut Down hits a Spear while opponent is upside down in mid air!! They then manage to get their end move up and running as they land Big Top Insanity!! Shut Down puts opponent on his shoulders and The Freak Jumps off the top Rope with a Hurricanrana!! He goes for the cover!

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…..!!!

CASE BREAKS UP THE COVER!! With Corlen out cold, Case goes back to his corner as Shut Down continues to shut down Emily Corlen, stomping a mud hole into her as she lay on the mat helplessly! Shut Down then plays up to the fans and turns his back, Corlen shakes off the punishment and regains control landing Seventh Heaven!!

She tags in Justin Case and together they hit their finisher APOLLO 13!!! (Made in Detroit- Motor City Machine Guns)!!! ” TMG ” goes for the cover hooking the leg!! As Emily Corlen runs over to smash The freak off the apron and outside the ring. The ref counts.

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3!!!!

” E.T. ” by Katy Perry and Kanye West hits up

Linzi Martin: ITS ALL OVER!!! What a match, what a site to see!! If this is what we have in store for us tag champions they will be hard to beat!!

Mikey Massacre: Even I kind of liked it

Jenny Jersey: Here are your winners and STILL REBEL PRO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS……..THE CORLEN CASE CONNECTION!!!!

The ref raises the arms of C3 as he hands them their title belts.

They proceed to celebrate in the ring.

Just in Case U Didn’t Know…

Before anything else can happen, Arcarsenal hits over the PA to a reaction that….
well, certainly qualifies as loud. Teresa Quaranta comes through the curtain with
A million watt smile and a microphone.

Teresa Quaranta: Well, nobody saw this coming, right?

The crowd mostly dumps on her, since Teresa has kind of dumped on Rebel Pro since she got there. There are a few fans though. Teresa puts her hands over her heart as if personally hurt.

Teresa Quaranta: Well… I don’t agree with

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what you’re saying, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it.

She keeps smiling, and the booing section of the crowd gets louder.

Teresa Quaranta: Anyway… I figure I would give the AOWF’s biggest tag tournament a little more spotlight, since I’m the AOWF Champion and all.

MORE BOOS happen.

Teresa stamps her foot.

Teresa Quaranta: Okay, you guys are ASSHOLES!

Everyone cheers, and Teresa pinches her lips together. After a long pause she continues.

Teresa Quaranta: Well, now I want to introduce my partner for this tournament…

As C3 get handed the belts, they don’t seem amused by Teresa Quaranta’s interruption. Suddenly “End Titles” by Daft Punk hits and the crowd jumps to their feet. Masakazu steps out with a microphone tucked under his right arm, applauding. Emily Corlen smirks, shaking her head. Case doesn’t find this too amusing.

Masakazu: Congratulations Em. That was a hard win.

Case scoffs at Masakazu, who nods begrudgingly.

Masakazu: I guess, you too Case. Good work and all that, chap.

What a great Marvin Wood impression.

Masakazu: I know you and I have formed an alliance. But who says there’s anything wrong with a bit of friendly competition?

Emily smirks, Case scoffs yet again.

Masakazu: You see when Larry over there finalized this delicious plot to have the entire world and their mother compete for a chance at the REBEL Pro World Tag Team titles, it was pretty apparent to anyone watching just the massive gaping void and power vacuum left by the fall of The Order of Chaos tag team of father and son. And no offence Em, but your tag team partner is going to end up dragging you down. I mean it’s obvious in the way you two even became Champions you’re the superior specimen.

Case no like that. No like that at all.

Masakazu: There is one team, that was as yet unknown. Well. We’re here to give you a heads up.

Masakazu points to Teresa, then himself.

Masakazu: It’s the dawn of a new day, my friends. See you soon.

“End Titles” hits again, Masakazu offers Emily a friendly smile and a salute to his friend and ally. Case is the only one who seems upset, while Teresa Quaranta observes with the cool calm confidence you’d expect from the ultimate World Champion.

Quick Results!

Violet Harper defeats Jeremy Gold, BUT IT’S A TRAP!
Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake defeat Team Mongly, but IT’S ALSO A TRAP!
Woods/Mathews/McNasty/Starr defeat McQueen/Reyes/Bubba J/Sullivan BUT YET ANOTHER TRAP IS SPRUNG! JEEBUS!
C3 defeats The Freak Show, retaining the REBEL Pro tag titles.

NEXT WEEK, ON AGGRESSION!

RP3T’S FIRST ROUND CONTINUES!

#1- The Space Age (Kipper Haven and Lyza Reyes) vs. #8Hardcore Snowfall(Mr.Hardcore & Scottie Snow)
#3- The Corlen Case Connection© (Advanced to 2nd Round)
#4- Sticks and Stones (Marvin Wood and Matt Stone) (Advanced to 2nd Round)
#5- Nature (Pohatu and Lucious Starr) (Advanced to 2nd Round)
#6- Tru ReVolution (D.L. Slayton and Gabe Shelley) vs. #16- Teresa Quaranta & Masakazu
#7- Might and Magic (The Dragon and Moke Doshky) vs. Delicious Luxury Cakes (Gabby the Fashion Designing Cupcake and Brandyn the Liberal Fruitcake) vs. #9- Hardcore Entertainment (Bubba J and Vincent Black)
#10- Grade A Nastiness (Mark McNasty and Alex Wilkie) (Advanced to 2nd Round)
#13- Dodo-A-Gogo (Lisa Seldon and Anna Mathews) (Advanced to 2nd Round)
#14- Thunderwolf/Jeffery Drake (Advanced to 2nd Round)
#15- Queens R Wild(Gonzo McQueen/Jaice Wilds) vs. #17- Kvlt Drachen and Hunter Sullivan vs. #18- Cowgirls From Hell(Meghan & Tamika Nash Strader)

PLUS! REBEL Pro hands out awards for the year 2011! Whoa!

PLUS! Fuck The MoA! YEAH! See you then.

MMA 2012

Pre-Recorded Shananagans

The words “Previously Recorded” hang out in the top right hand corner of the screen as our scene comes to life. The camera’s of the RPW are notorious for wandering around backstage, filming the various Rebel Pro stars getting ready for the night, and getting in the way. One such camera followed some voices down a quite hallway and now peers around the corner at four individuals.

Duncan Aries, is one of these men. His attendance here tonight would normally be considered unusual, only because he was recently fired by Larry Gordan, if it weren’t for the company he was keeping.

Fley: Don’t worry about, Gordan. The RPW is circling the drain. Trust me… he’ll have a new contract for you soon enough. He really doesn’t have a choice.

The speaker, Fley, casually leans back against the wall across from Aries. In his right hand he holds a thin metal staff on end. He appears to be a lot younger than he really is. Maybe not even out of his teens yet. However, Fley is anything but a child and he’s certainly committed his fair share of sins and misdeeds in his lifetime.

His deeds last night during the PWA’s Genesis Twelve are proof of that.

Duncan Aries: I’m not worried about him. He’s lost control of this place more than once so I wasn’t too concerned about his edicts. I just wonder if I couldn’t be more useful elsewhere?

Fley, turns his head slightly to lock onto Aries with a piercing blue gaze. He shrugs and then smiles as he gestures with his head towards the third and forth members of their party.

Fley: It’s what the boss man wants.

The third and forth individuals in question stand a bit apart from Fley and Aries. One is tall and slender and dressed in an expensive suit. Dark raven hair frames a gaunt face, it’s right side covered in a tribal tattoo. He doesn’t acknowledge Fley, but instead keeps his attention on that of the much smaller and diminutive form in front of him. Dressed in a dark cloak, with their back to us it’s impossible to make out who it is.

Aries too looks over in that direction and nods towards the suited man.

Duncan Aries: No disrespect intended, Styx. Just a thought.

The man, Styx, responds to his name as he raises his head toward Aries. He looks to him from behind darkened lenses, and then he raises his head a little more looking past Aries and down the hallway to the camera. He tilts his head slightly to the side and frowns. Fley and Aries are both quick to follow his gaze.

Fley: Well sonuvabitch. Always where you least expect them.

Duncan Aries: Shall we?

Fley: Let’s shall.

The two begin to stalk down the hallway towards the camera. The camera view starts to back away and then is abruptly shut down.

An Offer You Can Refuse?

The crowd in the arena goes into cheers as we fade backstage to a different locale within the arena. Masakazu is walking through the halls, searching and surveying until he finds the precise locker room he’s looking for. That of one half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, the TGW World Champion herself.

Without knocking, he enters.

Masakazu: Em.

Corlen, who’s just now placing her bags down turns swiftly, ready for anything. A woman of her stature and status can never be too sure.

Emily Corlen: Adrian.

Mas smirks, closing the door behind him.

Masakazu: I need you. I’m not afraid to say it.

Corlen scoffs, taken aback by Masakazu’s sudden… Advances.

Emily Corlen: What’s gotten into you? We’re both married.

Masakazu: Not like that.

He cocks an eyebrow.

Masakazu: You Mavericks have one track minds.

He crosses his arms.

Masakazu: The Order of Chaos needs you, Emily. We need to band together, because shit is hitting the fan. You think the PWA is the end of it? They’re here tonight. They’ll be in TGW and Victory soon enough, Em.

Masakazu pauses, gauging Corlen’s reaction.

Masakazu: I know we’ve been through a lot, ourselves. I… We have history, you and I. We put on the best match in TGW in 2011. That’s because I’m… We’re, both, great. There are always two.

Corlen scoffs.

Emily Corlen: I’m not about to be your apprentice.

Masakazu: No. That’s in peace times. In war… There are always two Generals. Two leaders. But this isn’t how my father set Starr up to be the patsy. This is how the Order of Chaos formed. Two great rivals, aligning for a greater purpose to become unstoppable.

Masakazu extends his hand.

Masakazu: Join me. Join us.

Emily Corlen: Let me get this straight. You walked out of TGW because you couldn’t get the job done against me. I heard the rumors about the things you said about me, about TGW, behind my back. And now, I’m just supposed to forget all of that and be all buddy buddy with you? Adrian… there’s one thing I learned after all the times I tried to stand with your father.

Emily leans in close to Adrian, her eyes narrowing.

Emily Corlen: Never trust a Kalis.

Masakazu steps back, lowering his hand and nodding.

Masakazu: I’m not here to beg your loyalty, or your forgiveness. But take a second and see that the lone wolf dies Emily. But the pack survives.

Masakazu stomps his foot down and salutes her.

Masakazu: Good luck then. My offer stands, just… Watch your back. The Masters are here tonight. And they will come for your blood.

Mas bows, smirking, then turns and leaves the way he came…

Duncan Aries, Giving It To Ya

We open in the arena, where standing center ring, mic in hand is Duncan Aries. There’s a definite mixed reaction from the crowd in seeing this man, the same man who was fired on the last Rebel Pro show. He sighs and takes a deep breath, bringing the microphone to his lips.

Aries: I can understand where you’re all coming from, you’re probably sick of me at this point. Bottom line, I’m pretty sick of myself too right at the moment. Time and time again I’ve let down the most important people in this company, the Rebel Pro fans and I’m sorry for that, truly sorry.

A harsh chorus of boos is tossed Duncan’s way.

Aries: I can accept that response. Larry Gordon and I have had a talk and hopefully you’ll all see me back in this ring real soon.

“You suck” chants ring out. Aries looks fazed by this.

Aries: “I pray you can all bear with me through this difficult time. I have proven in the past that my heart is with this company, and I even had a great return match here with Jaice Wilds. Still, Larry Gordon had to prove a point by firing me, the point being that he won’t tolerate anyone insulting each and every one of you.”

Aries pauses.

Aries: “Even if it is kind of easy, and kind of fun when you stop to think about it.”

The smile of Duncan Aries slowly twists into a smirk.

Aries: “Because let’s face it, none of you ever respected me, none of you ever treated me like one of your own, one of your “rasslin favorites” and you know what, I made the mistake of trying to please each and every one of you. Think about that for a second, an accomplished fighter known the world over, a man who is in his wrestling prime, tried for days and days, weeks and weeks, month after month to please people who collectively have an IQ of a house fly. Amazing right?”

The boos intensify.

Aries: Then, oh my gosh, I didn’t get around to going on tv and addressing my opponent and all of you “amazing” country road backwater town fucktards and I get fired? Pa-fucking-lease! If this is the last time I’m on this program for a little while, there’s something I need to get off my chest here and now. If this MMA crap is where this company is headed, then I really don’t need to be here right now. Because it is quite apparent to me and anyone with a logical brain, that Larry Gordon is in need of some serious mental help if he thinks this shit is going to save the company. It’s not, and he knows it.”

Aries:”No people, the only person who can truly save this company is being flushed down the toilet because he didn’t talk about how Johnny Maverick may or may be retiring, or how Emily Corlen is the biggest cunt going, or maybe even how even after all this time, Vincent Black is still the biggest fucking disappointment in the history of this company. No I chose to remain silent, I chose to train and wait for my next match, and what happens? Larry Gordon buries me on tv. He buries me because he knows that’s the only way he can get the best of “The Spade” and what happened next? Oh yeah, that’s right, YOU FUCKING INGRATES CHEERED IT! YOU BASTARDS CHEERED IT ALL!”

Duncan’s face is red with anger. He takes a breath and continues.

Aries:”But you know what, in the end, I’m going to be the one cheering, I’m going to be the one who gets exactly what they want out of this situation. I’m going to start by contacting my lawyers, and I’m going to sue you, Larry Gordon, for every little penny you, your children, and your children’s children have in their pockets, for wrongful termination. You may think because I didn’t go in front of these people and discuss a match with no real purpose that I broke my contract. Well Larry, you coming onto this program and humiliating me in front of the world shows that you are a bully, an egotistical prick, and someone who needs to get knocked down a peg. But you see, that’s only step one folks.”

“ARIES SUCKS, ARIES SUCKS, ARIES SUCKS!” Duncan shakes his head.

Aries:”No people, you suck. All of you, and this poorly run company, almost sucked my life dry, dry of all the fun I had performing in front of all of you. But don’t worry, I know none of you will contact me, concerned about what my future holds. Besides, how would you fit it in with things like feeding the pigs and chickens, and screwing your cousins?”

Major heat on Aries with that one, who laughs.

Aries: “No in the end, you’re all fixing to find out what happens when you push a man like me. I push back, hard. So from the bottom of my heart, from the man who actually gave you a reason to tune into this program, I bid you all a fond..

“FUCK YOU!”

Aries drops the mic and exits the ring, fans taunting him and throwing him the finger as he walks up the aisle, a smirk on his face.

A Big Surprise

The camera view finally settles down on the familiar forms of your two Rebel Pro announcers.

Larry Gordan: Hello everyone and welcome to Rebel Pro MMA Style! I’m Larry Gordan and joining me as always is the lovely, Ms. Linzi Martin.

Linzi Martin: Thanks Larr. Any night’s a good night to tune into Rebel Pro, but tonight especially you’re in for a special treat as the superstars of RPW go mixed martial arts style in an octagon ring!

Larry Gordan: That’s not the only thing special about the ring tonight, Linzi.

The camera view switches away from our announcers to the ring in question. A ring strung with barbed wire and littered with broken glass, tacks and all other manner of pointy objects. There may even be a couple of cacti buried in that mess somewhere.

Linzi Martin: Looks like hell, Larr.

Larry Gordan: Well this is MMA Rebel Pro style. Three matches and each match will consist of a series of rounds and pretty much anything goes.

Linzi Martin: I don’t think we’re going to see a lot of high flying tonight Larr.

Larry Gordan: You might be surprised Linzi. In fact…

Gordan is suddenly cut off as “Play With Fire” by Dum-Dum Girls erupts through the arena as the lights go out. Flames of a purple hue begin to flicker and dance upon the jumbo screen.

Larry Gordan: Well, I thought this would be a little later, but now is as good a time as any I suppose.

Linzi Martin: What are you talking about Larr? I don’t recognize this music.

Larry Gordan: A big surprise Linzi. I great surprise for Rbel Pro faithful.

It’s obvious that the fans in attendance don’t recognize who the music belongs too either as an impatient buzz starts to blend with the music. Finally flames come to life around the entrance way and it’s then that a familiar frame pushes through the curtains.

The fans erupt into a frenzy.

Linzi Martin: It’s Violet Harper! Larry you old dog how long have you had this in your pocket?

Larry Gordan: Oh for a little while now. It wasn’t easy, but I knew the surprise would be worth it.

Linzi Martin: Before her accident Harper was a beloved rising star here in RebPro and it looks like the fans are happy to pick up right where she left off.

With a wide smile on her face Violet Harper stands there for a moment with a hand raised to the fans. Here eyes glistening with moistness, if you didn’t know better you’d say she was almost overwhelmed by this response. Her slender and shapely body presses against a red dress that is almost too small and reveals an ample amount of cleavage and toned legs.

With a mic in hand she finally starts down to ringside as the lights start to come back up. Her hips sway with each step and occasionally she reaches out to slap hands with her fans. She’s careful to keep her distance though.

Linzi Martin: Well this is great, Larr! With so much negative news swarming around the RPW of late this is something we can smile about.

Larry Gordan: Oh, I’m smiling Linzi. I’m smiling.

Reaching ringside Violet carefully picks her way into the ring. High heels and her short dress making it all the more difficult. Finally though she finds herself at the center of the octagon and her music fades. The cherring goes on for awhile longer before it finally dies down.

She thumbs her mic to life.

Violet Harper: Thank you.

The fans erupt into cheers again and she looks a little embarrassed. Finally the RebPro loyalist die down and Harper rises the mic to her ruby red lips once more.

Violet Harper: I always knew that I’d be back, but I didn’t know when and I didn’t know just how difficult that path back would be. And it has been a difficult one. But I’m back now and it’s great to be so.

Again the fans pop and Harper lowers the mic with a smile. Once more raising her hand to the fans.

Linzi Martin: She certainly has a connection with the fans that goes past her looks Larr.

Larry Gordan: Just something about her we all love, Linzi.

Once more the fans die down enough for Violet to once more raise the mic to her lips.

Violet Harper: If you all keep doing that it’s going to be real hard to get through this.

Yet, another pop and Harper is forced to raise a hand to her mouth.

Linzi Martin: It’s almost like the fans were looking for as reason to cheer Larr!

Larry Gordan: I don’t blame them Linzi. We’ve been through some rough times. Just look at Harper. I think she’s about to cry!

The fans start to settle down again and Harper does indeed wipe a single tear away from her eye. Careful not to streak her mascara. She raises the mic again.
Violet Harper: Thank you so much again. This means so much to me. Because I came back here for all of you. Because you all deserve the best. You deserve to have people out here who care. And I care what happens in Rebel Pro. I care that certain people have sat back and watched as its caved in on itself and they have done nothing about it!

Her words ring with an edge of anger, but she takes a deep breath and starts again.

Violet Harper: Tonight begins my journey to put this place back together. Tonight I…

“After the Flesh” by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult hits the area and boos start up right away. More than a few of the fans in attendance here tonight are aware of what that music is attached to and what they started in the PWA at Genesis.

Linzi Martin: Oh this can’t be good, Larry.

Larry Gordan: Harper get the hell out of there.

As if she could hear Gordan, Harper does indeed start to make her way out of the ring, but as difficult as it was for her to get in the ring, it’s just as hard for her to get out. And she doesn’t make much progress before her visitors start to ooze their way out of the crowd.

Linzi Martin: There’s Silverback and The Brutal from the PWA coming out of the crowd! And Nighstryker too!

Larry Gordan: And Duncan Aries! That sonuvabitch! I fired him!

Linzi Martin: Looks like he’s joined the M.o.A, Larr.

The four men start to move in on the octagon ring, shifting around it and winding closer and closer as Harper trys to change exit points. Finally she just starts to move back to the center of the ring, grabbing up a baseball bat laced in barbed wire off the ring floor.

From the top of the ramp way Fley, Styx and their diminutive hooded companion appear. While Fley continues on down to the ring with his metal staff propped up on his shoulder, Styx and his hooded friend remain by the curtain watching the show unfold.

Linzi Martin: What does the M.o.A want with Harper? She can’t possibly have any connection to them.

Larry Gordan: I just don’t know Linzi. I’ve not had any interactions with the Masters of Armageddon, but I’ve heard enough about them to not want them in the RPW. Poor brave, Harper.

Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries and The Brutal have all made their way into the ring now and form a loose circle around Harper. On his way down to the ring Fley pulls a mic out of his back pocket and flips it to life.

Fley: Golly gee Ms. Harper. I’m really sorry about all of this, but you were just taking WAY to fucking long.

Reaching the ring Fley tosses his metal staff over the top of the barb wire laced ropes to Aries, and then grabbing a hold of the barbed wire pulls himself up and into the ring. As he pulls his hand away trickles of blood start to run down his fingers. His staff is handed back to him and he finally comes to stand face to face with Harper. “After the Flesh” finally fades away.

Fley: And I really, really hate to wait. So, if you’ll just close that twat on your face for a little while. Me and my friends can conduct our business and be on our way.

The fans boo loudly at Fley, but he ignores them as he glares at Harper. She in turn glares back, tightening her grip on the baseball bat. Fley raises an eyebrow.

Fley: Oh no. Come on. Tell me that you’re not that stupid. Oh… but of course you are.

The fans pop as Harper whips the bat at Fley’s face and he takes it full on. The blow stumbles him to the side and the barbed wire rakes thin angry lines across his face that immediately start to trickle blood. That’s all the offensive that Harper gets though as a chair, carried by the hulking Brutal, slams down across the back of Harpers head.

Larry Gordan: Oh God no!

Linzi Martin: No Harper! You didn’t have to be a hero!

Her body goes limp and she falls face first into the glass and tacks at her feet. The fans go silent again. Fley shakes his head trying to clear the cob webs and then raises the mic once more turning to the fans.

Fley: I could really start to like this place.

He reaches up to touch his face again. Winces and then smiles.

Fley: Well anyway, here we are Rebel Pro, as promised. Unfortunately my good buddy Duncan here was without a match tonight. So we had to pick a place and time to make a statement. This was the place and this was the time. Harper there.

He looks back over his shoulder at her and shakes his head. He turns back to the fans who have started to boo again.

Fley: She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So… she got knocked the fuck out. It happens. It’s what we do. And to be quite honest with you this won’t be the last time something like this happens. People are always just in the wrong place or they’re in the way… point being sometimes what we do isn’t personal at all. It just needs to be done.

He raises a hand to his cheek again. When he pulls it away bloody finger prints dot his cheek.

Fley: This! This people is just the start of something beautiful. It’s been years and years and years, but we’re finally back. Most of you don’t have a fucking clue who we are, and that’s fine because I love introducing myself. We’ll be seeing you all again real soon. M.o.A Supreme.

“After the Flesh” hits the PA again and the Masters start to exit the ring, leaving an unconscious Harper in a heap at its center. As one they move up the rampway and joining Styx and his hooded companion vanish behind the curtain.

Larry Gordan: I will not sand for this! This is my federation and they can’t get away with assaulting my talent!

Linzi Martin: But we’re part of the AOWF now, Larr. You sign a contract with the AOWF and that pretty much gives you the right to appear on any AOWF show.

Larry Gordan: Well I don’t have to like it!

Suddenly a buzz starts to fill the arena as Jaice Wilds comes running out from the back.

Larry Gordan: What’s Jaice doing out here?

Linzi Martin: Doing the right thing Larr.

Reaching ringside Jaice hops up on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He’s quickly to Harper’s side and scooping her up in his arms. The normally easy going Jaice looks absolutely furious as he starts to make his way out of the ring accompanied by cheers.

Larry Gordan: Well alright! See that!? Rebel Pro is banding together! We will not be pushed around in our own house!

Linzi Martin: Sometimes people just need a little jump start. It’d be nice if Lisa would get on board next.

Larry Gordan: Seldon? Hard to say. If it doesn’t directly affect her, well…
Larry lets the words hang in the air as Jaice, with a limp Harper in his arms, finally makes it back to the top of the rampway and then through the curtain.

Vincent Black vs Rocky Logan

Jenny Jersey stands next to the hardcore octagon, before bringing her microphone to her lips; Rocky and Vincent stand in the center of the fighting area waiting.

Jenny Jersey: The rules are that there are none. Each round will consist of five minutes, and this match will consist of three rounds total. Should there be no clear winner after the third and final round, then the final decision will go to the judges.

The crowd is really waiting on the matches to begin.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Victoria Island in British Columbia, Canada; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “Wreckless” Rocky Logan!

The crowd obliges the introduction of Rocky with boos, Jenny allows them to get them all out.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, from Glens Falls, New York and residing in Raleigh, North Carolina; he stands at six feet eleven inches and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-one pounds… he is one half of the AOWF Tag Team Champions… Vincent Black!

The crowd explodes, for some reason they’ve gotten to love him and Bubba J, perhaps its the wonderful service at Hardcore Drinking, their no nonsense attitude, their hardcore, or the fact that they brought an AOWF Championship to Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Black is taller and out weighs Rocky, but Logan with more MMA experience in the Rebtagon.

Linzi Martin: Rebtagon?

Larry Gordon: Yeah, its a Rebel Octagon… Rebtagon.

Linzi Martin: Bored this week?

Larry Gordon: Not really…

The two men step back and remove their robes, their eyes never leaving the other, they stand waiting…

Ding Ding

They come together like two bulls, Rocky with a quick uppercut to Black’s chin, but Black pounds a haymaker right into Rocky’s temple. Vincent’s weight and power sends Rocky stumbling, but Logan quickly grabs an ankle, pulling Vincent down. Black pounds rights and lefts into Rocky’s face and head as Logan tries for a submission to Vincent’s ankle. Logan dives forward, grabbing Vincent in a choke hold, but Black pounds away with rapid fire body shots, doing his best to break the hold before any real damage can be done to his air supply.

Linzi Martin: What some powerful hits for both men.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, its really making me contemplate a MMA Championship belt into the mix.

Rocky breaks the hold as Vincent slams a knee into Rocky’s rocks, Logan rolling over and holding at his crotch in utter pain. Vincent with a handfull of glass drags it down his back, causing bloody trails to follow the glass down. Rocky rolls away, struggling back up to his feet.

Larry Gordon: There is a point for Black, the first to draw blood.

Black stands over Rocky, who lashes out with a sort of stomp to Black’s knee, the one that always gives him a bit of trouble.

Linzi Martin: Smart move by Rocky there, going after the troublesome knee of Vincent Black.

Black is down, Rocky launching a knee into the side of Black’s skull, but Vincent stands up, launching Rocky up and over his head into the cage wall. Rocky seems to hang there momentarily before falling to the area in front of the wall where glass is glued and tacks abound. Logan rolls out of the debris, Vincent is there with knees and kicks to the former MMA fighter, but Logan is defenseless as he tries to cover up and looking for an opening.

Larry Gordon: It isn’t fancy, but Vincent has Rocky defenseless.

Linzi Martin: I’m kind of liking this shit.

Rocky with a piece of glass in hand slashes out at Vincent’s ankle, causing the big man to grunt in pain and fall backwards away from the crouching Logan. Rocky presses his advantage with a launching right fist at the biggest man in Rebel Pro and connects solidly with Vincent’s chin rocking the big man even further. Vincent spins around, but Logan is waiting as he leaps, delivering a stunning bulldog to Vincent, taking him down firmly on the canvas.Rocky with a side headlocks seems to be trying to wear Vincent down, but Logan is actually beating Vincent in the temple with a piece of glass in his closed fist.

Linzi Martin: Fucking brutal!

Larry Grdon: Its awesome, huh?

Linzi Martin: Fucking Aye it is!

Black shoves up to a knee, sending elbow after elbow into Rocky’s ribs, causing blood to spurt from his temple wound. Black lifts the smaller Rocky up, falling back with a side suplex, Logan landing heavily on to his head. Black rolls over, doing his best to stop the blood from flowing down his temple. Rocky rolls over to his knees, trying to get up as well. Black with a punt kick right into Logan’s face spins him over and onto his back. Black leaps up into the air, dropping a leg onto Logan’s throat.

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey stands up as Bubba J forces Black to his corner before Vincent is disqualified. Allan Flick is in the Rebtagon to get a dazed and confused Rocky to his corner as well.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, that is the end of the first round and we have our votes.

Jenny looks over to the table where one sign is raised for Vincent Black, causing the big man and Bubba J to nod. A second sign is raised and it shows that Rocky Logan has a vote as well; this causing him and Allan Flick to nod, but Bubba J and Vincent to begin yelling at Rocky that he got lucky. A third sign is lifted to show that Vincent Black gets a second vote, him now leading 2 – 1; Bubba J and himself very happy with this, but Rocky and Allan aren’t so much.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the first round of this match… Vincent Black!

Vincent and Rocky are receiving some cleaning as they prepare for the next round. Jimmy Johnson signals that the next round will begin immediately; the two men stand up.

Ding Ding

Rocky nails Vincent with his stool, busting him open on the forehead and sending him crashing backwards; but Rocky presses the advantage with another stool shot and a third that has Vincent leaning in his own corner. Jimmy warns Bubba J not to get involved, but he need not have worried, Vincent comes back stabbing Rocky Logan in the midsection with a broken stool leg. Vincent with another shot and a third breaks Rocky’s rhythym greatly. Vincent lifts him up, dropping him throat first across the top of the railing before launching him like a lawn dart to the center of the octagon. Vincent yells as he charges at Rocky with a lifted knee right into his face. Vincent spins him around, face planting him on the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Vincent is like a mad man, he’s literally going ape shit on Rocky Logan.

Larry Gordon: Yeah, Wreckless has become Defenseless.

Vincent lifts Rocky up, but Logan with a twist manages to knee Vincent in the face and somehow lifts a boot to his chin that knocks Vincent down. Logan with a flipping knee into Vincent’s face before applying a rear naked choke to the big man. Vincent struggles for a moment before just using his power and strength to lift him up and fall backwards against the cage. Rocky releases the hold, Vincent stumbles forward, but Rocky detaches himself from the wall, leaping at the back of Vincent. Logan slams two knees into Vincent’s skull, before delivering several kicks to Black’s troublesome knee; Vincent twists and goes down heavily on that knee.

Larry Gordon: That isn’t good.

Linzi Martin: Did I hear a popping noise?

Larry Gordon: You may have Linzi, I can’t be sure either.

Vincent is groaning in pain, but refusing to give up to end this match and allow Rocky to pull out a win. Rocky with a twist sends a powerful elbow into Vincent’s temple, the big man hits the ring. Rocky with an ankle hold, twists over and locks in a standing figure fourleglock, Bubba J fighting not to come in to the ring and help out his obviously injured partner. Vincent reaches up, slamming a fist into Rocky’s face, but Logan manages to keep the hold locked on and Vincent is in obvious pain from the torquing of his seemingly hurt knee. Vincent is groaning in pain, in obvious pain, but Logan is just twisting and twisting on that knee, doing his best to make sure that Vincent never walks again.

Larry Gordon: If Vincent wants out of this hold, he either needs to break it, submit, or wait until the round is over.

Linzi Martin: So, he can start the hold at the beginning of the round and break someone’s leg and unless they quit, the round continues?

Larry Gordon: Exactly, Jimmy has the choice to stop the match, but I don’t think he will.

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey stands up, lifting the microphone to her lips.

Jenny Jersey: And now for the judges…

Bubba J helps the hurt Vincent over to the stool, Vincent sits with his leg at an ackward angle, he’s talking to him, Allan Flick talks to Rocky. Both men are bloody, both men are hurt. The first judge holds up a Rocky Logan card, giving him a vote and tying over all with a 2 – 2 score. The second judge holds up another sign, giving his vote to Rocky Logan as well; Logan is now leading over all by a 3 – 2 margin.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think Vincent will be continuing, but there is one possibility that I hope doesn’t happen and shouldn’t happen.

Linzi Martin: What is that?

The third judge holds up his sign… placing a wad of bills in to his pocket from Bubba J who hurriedly scampers back over to Vincent Black’s corner; the sign reads… Vincent Black.

Larry Gordon: It happened.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, Rocky Logan has won this round, the match now being tied with a three to three score.

Jimmy Johnson walks over to Vincent, not allowing him to compete anymore as its obvious that he can’t walk on his own and let alone fight. Jimmy hurriedly walks over to Jenny Jersey and then Larry Gordon comes up to the octagon as well.

Linzi Martin: I’m not sure what is going on here, but we’ll soon find out.

Gordon nods and then heads back to the announcers table.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been stopped due to severe injury…

Rocky Logan jumps up, his arms held high in the air in victory.

Jenny Jersey: However, the official match ended in a draw since both men were tied in voting…

Rocky and Allan point at Bubba J and yell about him paying off the judge.

Jenny Jersey: So, no matter that Rocky Logan did injure Vincent Black, the official score is three to three so there is no choice but to declare this match a draw.

The fans boo half-heartedly, but really enjoyed the fast paced hardcore fighting action. Rocky and Allan Flick are pissed beyond belief and have a few choice words for Bubba J, who promptly gives them the double finger salute before spitting on Rocky Logan and Allan and walking off.

Jaice Wilds with A Few Words

“Animals” by Nickleback hits the arena and the fans start to cheer. From behind the curtain Jaice comes stalking out.

Larry Gordan: Jaice doesn’t look happy.

Linzi Martin: He obviously has something on his mind.

Ignoring all the fanfare Jaice raises a mic to his lips.

Jaice Wilds: Cut the music.

His voice comes out soft but sharp and his music starts to die down. The fans as well settle themselves. Jaice speaks again.

Jaice Wilds: Is nobody else paying attention? Does nobody else see what’s going on here? This will not stand. This can. Not. Stand.

He begins to pace, agitated.

Jaice Wilds: I know. It doesn’t seem like much, but it won’t end with the PWA. It won’t end with Harper here tonight. They, the virus known as the M.o.A, will continue to spread and grow! Just ask around. That’s what I did. And I won’t let them do here what they’ve done everywhere else they’ve gone.

He clenches his fist and pounds it against his chest.

Jaice Wilds: I’m only one man! And I’m not a coward but I’m also not stupid. I wasn’t going to stop those bastards by myself but together! Together we can drive them away before they start to corrupt this place. And if you don’t believe me. If you think you can just sit on your fucking hands and wait it out? You’re wrong. You’re all dead wrong. I can’t do this alone, but I will if I must.

With that he drops the mic away from his lips and vanishes back behind the curtain.

Linzi Martin: Whoa! Some strong words there from Jaice.

Larry Gordan: Jaice has always been an emotional guy. I guess what happened with Harper tonight was enough to set him off.

Linzi Martin: I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him like this.

Larry Gordan: You’ve gotta pay more attention Linzi. I think we all do.

Emily Corlen vs Jamie Shields

Corlen and Shields are in the octagon, the crowd is cheering loudly.

Jenny Jersey: In this corner! She is the current TGW World Champion! One half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions! She is EMILY CORLEN!

Corlen raises her arms and smiles for the cheering crowd, the REBEL Pro crowd loves them some Corlen.

Jenny Jersey: In this corner, he is Jamie Shields!!!

There’s a mixed reaction, poor dude didn’t get a proper introduction but he looks as ready as ever.

Linzi Martin: Round 1 begins!

DING DING

Corlen and Shields begin circling, anticipating each others first move. Corlen strikes first, she rushes in on Shields and takes him down with a spine buster that has Shields both in pain and surprised. Both are back on their feet, Corlen with a collar and elbow tie up wrenches in on Shields. She keeps applying pressure but Shields spins himself around and straight punches her in the face and then elbows her in the gut. Jamie grabs onto Corlen’s neck and twists, gripping tight and laying her down with a DDT.

Larry Gordon: Emily starts off strong.

Linzi Martin: But Shields has got fight in him!

Corlen is still locked in a headlock on the canvas but she begins punching Shields in the gut and ribs to get herself free. She does and brings her knees down over Shields’ chest. Shields rolls away and gets to his feet. Corlen’s up too and runs at him, kicking him across the head and sending him spinning. She goes for it again but this time Shields grabs her and suplexes her to the canvas hard.

Larry Gordon: Everytime you think Corlen’s in control, Shields makes a comeback.

Linzi Martin: The first round is almost over and this is really tight!

Corlen and Shields are back on their feet and begin unleashing a barrage of strikes on each other. The crowds on their feet, and suddenly Corlen grabs onto Shields and knees him repeatedly in the gut. She lifts him up! GLAM SLAM!

DING DING

Larry Gordon: That’s the end of the first round, both competitors in their respective corners.

Linzi Martin: I have to say I think Corlen took that round, the Glam Slam at the end really punctuated that.

DING DING

Larry Gordon: Round 2!

Linzi Martin: Uhhh… Larry!!!!

***

Masters and More Masters

Larry Gordon: Wait! That’s Fley!

Linzi Martin: And the rest of the M.o.A!

Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries, The Brutal and Fley coming oozing out of the crowd and storm the ring. Jamie Shields, is the initial focus of their attack as, already exhausted and bloody and beaten from his match, goes down easily with multiple chair shots.

Linzi Martin: Aries just busted Shields head wide open!

Larry Gordan: They can’t do this! I fired Aries!

While the M.o.A is focused on Shields, Emily Corlen takes that opportunity to evacuate the ring. Her feet are barely on the ground before the M.o.A turn from Shields and start to look for her. Corlen quickly grabs up a chair and starts to back up the rampway. The M.o.A start to spill out of the ring with Fley leading the way.

Linzi Martin: Don’t be a hero girl! Just run!

Larry Gordan: She knows what she’s doing, Linzi. Now if only…

“Play With Fire” hits the PA system for the second time tonight and the fans go nuts. The five members of the M.o.A freeze mid-stride and start to look around to one another nervously. Emily turns her body sideways so that she can watch the M.o.A and the entrance way, but she doesn’t lessen her vigil at all.

Linzi Martin: What’s going on?

Larry Gordan: I think the Rebel Pro is about to take a stand!

From behind the curtain Violet Harper and Jaice Wilds emerge with baseball bats in hand. Slowly they extend the tips of the bats to the M.o.A and the arena erupts into cheers. A small smirk slides across Emily’s face as she turns all of her attention to the M.o.A and raises her chair. Jaice and Violet start to rush down the aisle way.

Larry Gordan: Not exactly even odds but I like our chances! Run ‘em out of town!

Linzi Martin: Don’t mess with the RPW!

The M.o.A, now confronted with a force that’s untied and prepared for them starts to back down the aisle looking for the best escape route. Jaice and Harper coming charging in with bats raised. Emily awaits her back up.

Larry Gordan: Here we… NO!

!SMACK! – !CRACK!

Corlen is dropped to the floor with two vicious shots from the bat wielding duo of Jaice and Harper, but they don’t stop there as they star to wail on her. Cracking the bat across her ribs and back as Corlen tries to cover up the best she can.

Linzi Martin: No! Why!?

Larry Gordan: I just don’t understand… what’s happening?

Smiles start to spread across the faces of the rest of the M.o.A as they begin to move back up the aisle way. The booing from the crowd is sparse as most of the fans sit in stunned disbelief. Harper and Wilds finally let up just as the rest of the M.o.A join them. Shoulder pats, hand shakes and congratulations are given to the new comers.

It’s also at that time when Styx and his hooded friend emerge from behind the curtain. He wears a small smile on his face as he bends down a bit to say something to his friend. His companions hood moves with a nod and Styx smiles a bit deeper.

Linzi Martin: Jaice, has a mic Larr. Maybe now we’ll get some answers.

Larry Gordan: I don’t think I care anymore Linzi.

Jaice makes a little space from himself and the rest of the M.o.A and raises his mic. The other Masters crowd around the downed body of Corlen. Making sure to push her back down with a foot or chair if she looks to rise.

Jaice Wilds: I warned you.

Jaice holds out his hands and shrugs, a look of pure innocence on his face, ruined only by the smug smile on his lips, and the fans start to boo.

Jaice Wilds: Yeah, and I could care less what any of you think! Apparently no one around here has thought much about ol Jaice Wilds in quite sometime. I mean a night of MMA and I don’t have a fucking match? Hello!? Larry!? I’m Mr. MMA you fuck!

Jaice rolls his eyes at the onslaught of boos.

Jaice Wilds: But my decision here tonight wasn’t about that at all. If ol Gordy wants to run this shit hole into the ground then let him, but I’m going to make sure that my trailer is hitched to the organization that’s going to get me out of here when it all falls down. I’m so fucking tired of being just another cog in the machine. Easily forgotten when Gordy can’t be bothered to check the roster. So the M.o.A becomes the logical choice. The only choice for saving the tattered remains of what Gordy and the RPW have made of my career. It’s been a lot of laughs.

Larry Gordan: I can’t wrestle your matches for you Jaice! You’re fired! You’re all fired!

Linzi Martin: Larry calm down! Your heart! We’ll be okay! The RPW will be okay!

The fans continue to boo as Jaice moves back over to the other Masters and hands his mic off to Violet. If you thought they were loud for Jaice, you haven’t heard anything yet. Harper looks out to the crowd and a sad expression crosses her face and she begins to cry.

Violet Harper: I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry but I didn’t have a choice.

The crowd starts to quiet down and Harper looks over her shoulder at Fley who glares back at her. She nods and turns back to the crowd.

Violet Harper: I was left with no choice but to join the M.o.A, because… because…

She pauses again and lowers her head. She begins to weep loudly, her smooth round shoulders shaking with the sobs.

Larry Gordan: My God! What have those monsters black mailed her with?

Linzi Martin: Lar… I don’t think she’s crying.

Suddenly Violet whips back her head and she’s laughing. Laughing so hard that tears are bursting from her eyes, and so too do the Masters start to laugh. Until at last Violet brings the mic back down to her lips.

Violet Harper: Don’t play…with…me…’cause you’re playin’ with fire…

The crowd returns to booing her again but she just keeps laughing. Harper tosses the mic back to Fley, who’s impressed with Violet’s control over the crowd.

Fley: She doesn’t owe you anything. But the MoA? Well, we’ve come to collect. And reign supreme. Sleep tight.

“After the Flesh” blares through the arena once more and Silverback, Nighstryker, Duncan Aries, Violet Harper, Jaice Wilds, The Brutal and Fley start to make their way towards Styx at the top of the rampway.

Linzi Martin: Larr, you going to be okay?

Larry Gordan: I’ll be fine Linzi. We still have a match to call. This isn’t the the first time and it won’t be the last time a bunch of punks tried to run my show.

Linzi Martin: You’ll show em Larr.

Larry Gordan: I sure will.

The Masters finally reach Styx and together they vanish behind the curtain for the final time tonight.

All Falls Down

All there is, is silence.

Aggression Title Match

Johnny Maverick(C) vs Anna Mathews

The two step forward and Johnny goes about his business, teasing a few jabs and then a Snap Kick before lunging into a Rear Waistlock. Anna tries to block him but finds herself easily tossed up into the air, spun and slammed face first into the mat. Johnny then tries to pounce on her and put a knee in the back of her head but Anna spins out and comes up on top of him. Johnny powers but Anna hangs on to a clinch, letting Johnny get to his feet before swinging up a knee up into his face, only for it to narrowly miss.

Lisa Seldon: No no that is not how we practiced it!

Spyke Gein: Hey we practiced too! On your mother!

Lisa Seldon: Don’t make me come over there!

Spyke Gein: That’s what I said to your mom’s face!

Lisa Seldon: I’m gonna split you in two and make you come on your own face if you don’t shut the fuck up!

Johnny dodges the knee and then trips out Anna’s back leg, putting her on the mat again. Johnny then swings up a leg, looking to stomp her, but catches only the mat as Anna backs out of the way. Johnny stumbles a bit from the landing and looks to fall, but maintains his balance enough to dive into a top mounted Headlock. Johnny then grinds away as Anna kicks up her feet, looking to trap him in a Head Scissors. Anna misses the first attempt and Johnny shrugs of the second while he carries on grinding away, forcing Anna to go a different way. She then rotates and spins, staying in the move but managing to get onto her front and begin working back to her feet.

Lisa Seldon: Kick him in the balls and take the point reduction! It’s cool, you’ve got 54 rounds to make it back!

The two finally get back to their feet and Anna shoves Johnny off, sending him to the cage wall. Johnny flies to the fence but just manages to stop himself, breaths a sigh of relief and then throws a Thrust Kick at Anna as she rushes from behind. Anna ducks the shot and hits the cage, stepping a foot off the electrified steel and tossing herself into a High Roundhouse Kick. Johnny gets caught off guard and is too slow to duck, but does manage to get a hand up to take most of the force out of the blow. Johnny looks a little dizzy though and staggers back, allowing Anna to pressure him toward the fence with a furious flurry of lefts and rights before ending with a Dropkick in the stomach that sends him dangerously close to the fence again.

Lisa Seldon: Stop lying down on the job and push him in!

Anna leaps to her feet and charges Johnny again, but this time he has his wits about him and easily catches her kick. Johnny then turns into a baseball bat like swing, sending Anna into the cage and the sparks flying into the air amongst a giant electrical splash.

Lisa Seldon: Well that was stupid!

Anna gets blasted off the cage and walks right into an elbow strike, ripping across her forehead and sending her staggering to one side. Johnny follows her and rips off a one two combination, leading right into a wicked stab to the throat and then an Inside Leg-Kick, taking out her lead leg and putting her to a knee. Johnny then steps in, pulls her head forward and –

Spyke Gein: Oh oh! Wait!

Johnny stops mid blow and then every single person in the building, including the referee and Anna herself, turn to Spyke.

Spyke Gein: Actually no, that would be a really stupid idea. Never mind, get back to what you were doing.

Everything seems to sink for a moment but Johnny eventually regains his composure and then rips through Anna’s face for a second time with a knee, sending her to the mat.

Lisa Seldon: That was meant to be you doing that, Anna!

Anna flops to her back and Johnny pounces, leaping into Side Control to pin her down before grinding a sick series of elbows into her face. Anna begins to fade and Johnny tests it by switching toward the mount, but Anna uses this moment to catch him off guard by throwing up her legs and wrapping them around his arm, looking for the Armbar. Johnny feels it coming and locks both hands together, but struggles to get her to release.

Spyke Gein: you need some advice!? You good there!?

Johnny Maverick: How about we leave this one to me!

Spyke Gein: That’s cool. Go team!

Johnny gets onto his feet with Anna still hanging on and now raking her heel off his face for good measure. Johnny keeps his hands tight though and then stands up, taking Anna off the ground with him. Johnny looks for the slam at this point but Anna lets her legs slip, dropping her back first onto the mat and using the momentum to whip him over top. Both players then scramble but Anna gets there first, catching him on the rise with a Bakatare Sliding Kick that cracks his law and sends his head snapping back into the electric fence.

The force of the blow shoots Johnny back to the mat and leaves Anna in control, allowing her to take his back and begin firing punches around the side of his face. Johnny puts a hand up to block, only for Anna to slip her hand under it and lock a Half Nelson while her other hand shoots for his throat to complete the Kataha-Jime. Anna catches it for a second and the fans jump up in response, but Johnny is quickly to reply by rolling onto his back and using his free hand to break the Body Lock before Anna can get it properly tied in. Johnny then arches his hips away from her to defend one part while getting his hands together to defend the other, pushing down with his tied up hand to create some breathing room. Johnny then rolls into her, coming up in her guard but back on top again.

Lisa Seldon: This isn’t what we talked about, Anna!

Spyke Gein: What did you talk about!?

Lisa Seldon: Oh, you know! Moves and shit!

Spyke Gein: That’s cool!

Lisa Seldon: Yeah, it was ok. How about you!?

Spyke Gein: He already knew all the moves so we just hung out! Watched a film!

Lisa Seldon: What did you watch!?

Spyke Gein: Rocky!

Lisa Seldon: Oh shit, Rocky was on!?

Spyke Gein: No we watched it on DVD!

Lisa Seldon: Can I borrow it!?

Spyke Gein: Yeah I’ll give it to you backstage!

Totally oblivious to the conversations going on around them, Johnny continues trying to get in on the attack while Anna Mathews tries to kick him off. Eventually Johnny dives but ends up with a foot in his ribs, allowing Anna to push him into the distance. Johnny ends up on his feet and Anna scrambles to meet him, slips under a left and sticks him with a shoulder in the gut. The two then back off for a moment for a breather.

Spyke Gein: Fourteen Twenty-Seven! Fourteen Twenty-Seven!

Johnny Maverick: What’s Fourteen Twenty-Seven again?

Spyke Gein: High Knee to Flaming Roundhouse Kick!

Johnny mutters the words “of course, fourteen twenty-seven” and then leaps into a Knee Strike, only for it to completely go against him when Anna leaps to one side and then swings up an Overhead Roundhouse Kick, catching him in the face and tearing him out of mid-air. Johnny then goes down and Anna pounces, landing in the mount and dropping the point of her elbow into his face with a few quick Elbow Stabs amidst the sound of the ten second warning. Anna keeps up the pressure but Johnny bucks suddenly, knocking Anna off her base and allowing him to pummel under and catch a leg on the pass. Anna tries to fight it but Johnny tightens it up and secures a Kneebar which he quickly squeezes tight.

Spyke Gein: Tapout you stupid cat voiced bitch!

Lisa Seldon: That’s a diagnosed speech impediment!

Anna gets a heel up onto his backside to take off the pressure and holds out until the bell. Johnny hangs on until the ref forces him off and then heads to his corner while Anna moves to hers. Lisa and Spyke then take to the ring.

***

Spyke Gein: Ice! I need ice!

Johnny dabs at the spot on his head where Anna scraped him with her heel but comes up dry.

Johnny Maverick: This? It’s just a -

Johnny is cut off by the sudden avalanche of ice hitting him in the face.

***

Lisa Seldon: I don’t understand, I taught you everything you need to know.

Anna Mathews: Awl u sad wiz nee hm inn thu fase intel he stawps breefin!

Lisa Seldon: Which you are not doing.

Lisa glances at her through a haughty scowl.

***

Spyke Gein: You feeling fresh out there champ? Feeling strong? You need some emergency testosterone replacement therapy or some weird Mexican steroid shit I picked up off the internet?

Spyke pulls out a massive pot of pills that Johnny pushes back.

Johnny Maverick: You put those away!

Spyke Gein: Right, I get ya, save them for the later rounds.

Spyke winks and slips them back under his shirt, looking to disguise them despite the massive bulge.

***

Lisa Seldon: Look, if this was me we’d already be winning so I really don’t know what else to tell you. So just go out there, stop fucking around and do whatever I’d do.

Lisa turns away as Anna makes a face behind her back. Unfortunately, Lisa is looking at the giant video screen with their faces on it.

Lisa Seldon: I can still see you.

***

Lisa and Spyke give the ring back to the competitors, who march forward into the fight again.

Lisa Seldon: Kick him!

Anna Mathews: U sad nees!

Lisa Seldon: I said knees last time, that time you were supposed to kick him!

Anna Mathews decides to stay illusive for the time being, circling toward Johnny’s lead leg while peppering it with a few swift kicks. Eventually Johnny manages to get her rhythm down and begins checking them while mixing up a few jabs to keep her off guard. Anna manages to avoid the worst of them and keeps hacking away at the leg before backing off entirely when Johnny swings with a huge knockout Overhand Right. Johnny turns to follow her hand then begs her to come on before wading in with a thich swarm of lefts and rights that chase Anna across the cage. Anna eventually steps under one and wraps around a leg, but Johnny presses through her before she can do anything with it. Johnny then lands with one knee on her chest, leaving her pinned to the mat and at his mercy.

Lisa Seldon: I said do what I would do, not what Emily Corlen would do!

Johnny bobs his shoulders to fake a few shots, leading her this way and that before he finally let’s rip and crushes her with a shot from the right. Anna’s head bounces off the canvas and Johnny keeps it up, battering her with a left and a right that fail to get through as Anna throws up her arms. With Anna busy blocking Johnny switches, spinning toward her leg again and wrapping up another Kneebar that Anna instantly begins trying to fight off.

Lisa Seldon: I don’t think you’re quite grasping the core aspect of nee hm inn thu fase intel he stawps breefin!

Anna rolls but this time Maverick has it tight and with plenty of time to work. Anna instinctively reaches for the ropes and gets a nasty shock for her troubles, mostly because the ropes are actually an impregnable cage of death. Anna then rolls the other way, trying to shake him off, but Johnny hangs on like an alligator, thrashing and rolling as he looks to pull her apart. Anna tries striking him with her heel but can’t get much more out of it but a few swift digs in his ribs. Johnny takes the fight out of her though when he cranks her knee again.

Lisa Seldon: You look like you’re in a lot of pain! Would you like some real advice or should I just keep shouting shit about Knees!?

Spyke Gein: Since when did you learn to wrestle!?

Lisa Seldon: Hey, shut the fuck up!

Lisa then turns back to Anna who is currently inches away from her and currently shaking her fist. Despite being close enough to lick if she wanted to, Lisa continues shouting because it’s just the way things are done.

Lisa Seldon: Sit up and then cross your legs!

Sure enough Anna rolls again until she gets into a seated position, allowing her to cross her free leg over the barred one and take it out of danger.

Johnny Maverick: How the fuck do you know that!?

Lisa Seldon: Of course I know how to get out of a Kneebar, everything I do is kicking!

Johnny shakes his head and then gets back to work, looking to pry her leg free. As he pulls and falls back though, Anna pushes over and lands on top, leaving her in side control and freeing her up to land some knees in his side. Johnny slips an arm through, trying to wrap it around her side, only for Anna to clamp it between her legs, securing a crucifix. Johnny instantly wakes up and begins trying to buck her off, promoting Anna to make the most of it by driving elbows into the side of his head. The ref dives in to check Johnny but he holds his resolve and continues swinging his legs back and forth until he manages to get on his side. Johnny then surges, throwing himself out of her grasp and coming up behind her in a Rear Waistlock. Anna braces herself, expecting a choke, but Johnny decides to switching things up a bit by dead lifting her off the mat and then dumping her into the floor with a Release German Suplex. Anna crumples up by the fence again.

Lisa Seldon: This probably wasn’t the best match type for you, was it?

Lisa shakes her head softly as Anna is dragged backward centre by her ankle and then up onto one leg. Johnny then snaps her backdown with a Dragon Screw, tweaking the knee a little more. Johnny then pulls her up for a second, allowing Anna to shoot for an Enzugiri, miss, land facing the other way and be tossed over onto her back. Johnny then leaves Anna and goes looking for some plunder.

Lisa Seldon: He’s probably about to him you with something!

Spyke Gein: Oh he’s totally about to hit you with something!

Anna gets up and Johnny comes in swinging with a barbedwire chair at her face. Anna ducks the first shot and then rolls to the side as Johnny brings it down, embedding it in the mat. Johnny pulls at first but eventually gives in and turns back to Anna who is waiting with a kick in his gut. Anna then wraps him up in a Front Facelock, steps off the cage wall and then DDTs him on the chair.

Spyke Gein: I don’t that move is approved by the State Athletic Commission!

Unable to finish him there, Anna hangs on and rolls to her back, pulling Maverick into a Guillotine Choke. Maverick looks woozy as he struggles in Anna’s guard, still rocked from the fall and now bleeding from a gash on his forehead. Johnny tries to pull out but Anna has it tight and leans back, looking to finish him right here. Johnny’s arms start to go limp and his face drifts into an odd shade of purple but he fights on, leaning back onto his knees and then eventually getting a foot down.

Spyke Gein: I know you don’t want to fall over but that’s totally the opposite of what she would be expecting you to do!

Lisa Seldon: Listen to him he hasn’t given you terrible advice at all!

Spyke Gein: Thanks!

Anna tightens up and then yanks back, taking Johnny off balance again, but he manages to put a hand down to save himself and then surges again, fighting back to his feet. He then charges for the fence and dives head first, slamming both himself and Anna into the cage wall amongst a horrid electrical flare that fires them toward the ring. The two then struggle back to their feet. Anna aims to attack first with a Roundhouse Kick but Maverick gets in there before her and lifts her face back with a Palm Strike. Anna falls back and Johnny follows, clobbering her with a series of strikes before turning away and ripping her open with a Spinning Backfist, sending her to the floor again.

Lisa Seldon: So we’re doing fucking spinning shit now?

Anna lifts her head and almost gets it caved in when Johnny puts a heel through her face. Johnny then leaves her flat and turns to Spyke.

Johnny Maverick: Twenty-Seven!

Nothing happens. Johnny sighs.

Johnny Maverick: Lighter fluid.

Spyke mutters the words “of course, twenty seven” under his breath as he tosses him some lighter fluid and a box of matches for which the fluid would be useless without. Johnny then does what any sane adult would do and douses his trouser leg. Johnny then waits for Anna to stand before lighting the thing on fire.

Lisa Seldon: Look out for -

Anna turns around and walks into a massive flaming flying knee, splitting her face down the middle and turning her inside out.

Lisa Seldon: Never mind! Just keep doing what you’re doing! Maybe less bleeding and incinerating but other than that you’re doing great!

Lisa offers her a thumbs up as Johnny bears down and extinguishes his flaming knee by ripping it through the side of her head. Anna does her best to cover up as the ten second warning sounds again. Anna covers up as Johnny bears down, driving knees in and about her face until the referee finally steps in. Johnny raises his hand but the referee waves him, saying it was just the end of the round. Anna meanwhile looks as confused as anyone, what with the mass amount of bleeding she’s currently doing.

***

Lisa Seldon enters the cage, casually sipping on a bottle of water.

Lisa Seldon: I’m going to be honest with you. You probably didn’t win that round.

Anna Mathews looks up through her various facial wounds and professes an expression which simply states “no shit”.

Lisa Seldon: It’s cool though. You’ve got another 53 rounds left to pull it around. So get out there and make it happen!

Anna weakly reaches out for the bottle, only for Lisa to shake her head.

Lisa Seldon: No no, water is for winners honey, and you haven’t won anything today.

Lisa finishes the bottle and tosses it into the ring.

***

Spyke Gein: So, uh, you’re doing well then.

Johnny nods along while towelling himself off.

Spyke Gein: Not really much else I can tell you. You know all the moves.

***

Lisa Seldon: Look, this isn’t hard, just get out there and start fucking winning shit.

Lisa, possibly the worst corner person ever, storms out of the cage.

***

Johnny comes out with gutso, looking to finish her right here as he throws a High Roundhouse at her head. Anna blocks but gets stunned as the barbs hack through her wrists. Anna goes down again but quickly rolls back to her feet, grabs the nearest thing at hand – which hands to be a thumbtack covered shoe – and heaves it at his head. Johnny gets a scratch at worst and then swarms, catching Anna with a forearm in the throat and driving her back into the cage wall, pinning her to the electrified fence and giving her the worst of it before tossing her to the side. Johnny then rushes forward with a soccer kick, digging his barbedwire wrapped leg into her gut and then sending her into the distance, her flesh peeling as she does.

Lisa Seldon: That’s cool, we can get that fixed!

Spyke Gein: Oh cool do you have a guy for that, because we were practicing earlier and I might have accidentally ripped a woman’s face off.

Anna comes to her feet again and gets her head pulled down into a knee, sending the blood spewing through the air as he head snaps back. He then follows up with a Sidekick that doubles her over and then steps to one side for an Angled Roundhouse Kick, swooping up and shattering the back of her head.

Lisa Seldon: I know we’re not playing for points or anything, but if you could avoid getting hit with absolutely everything, that would probably help us out.

Anna can barely stand at this point as Johnny pulls her up and then tosses her backward into the cage. The shock blasts her forward and Johnny comes low, looking for the Superman Punch, but Anna leaps up first and crushes his skull with an earth shattering knee of her own. Johnny then falls into her and pulls her down, but struggles to maintain any control as his legs come out from under him. Johnny then tries to wade forward but crawls right into a Triangle Choke. Johnny immediately pulls back up Anna tightens it up and then sticks him with an Elbow Strike down on the top of his skull.

Lisa Seldon: Can I just say that the second you took my advice and hit him with a knee, everything turned around!

Anna scowls but hangs on, sticking him with elbows as Johnny tries to fight out. He then falls back, trying to get a leg over her, but Anna rolls with him and ends up on top, giving her free reign to stick him with fists before he pus her on her back again. Johnny then hunkers down, getting his feet under him and preparing to stand, but as he does, Anna reaches out and grabs the nearest weapon.

Spyke Gein: Anything but that!

Johnny struggles and tosses Anna into the air, looking for the slam, but as he gets her up, Anna lashes out, bringing a Magical Eightball down and caving in his skull. The ball splits, sending strange viscous blue fluid around the ring, but the damage is done and Johnny drops straight down to his knees. Anna then comes down on her back with the force of the fall being enough to tighten the hold up further.

Spyke Gein: I thought it was supposed to predict the future!? Why didn’t it save itself!?

Johnny keeps trying to fight her off but his arms start to wane as Anna carries on battering him with elbows. Johnny lands a few defiant punches but struggles to get anything on them. Until finally his hands slip and his body slumps to one side. The referee then dives in, breaking the hold as he calls for the bell.

DING DING

Joan Jett takes over the sound system again as Lisa rushes the ring and pulls Anna to her feet. Anna seems a little confused at first, what with all the profuse bleeding, but she’s eventually able to accept the fact that’s won, despite it only being round three of fifty five. The referee returns to the ring and hands her the belt, which Anna in turn tosses into the air like a graduation cap. Suddenly unbound by the laws of physics, it, Anna and Lisa freeze in midair, having jumped up in the excitment. Everyone else seems confused.

***

Quick Results

Vincent Black vs Rocky Logan – Draw

Emily Corlen defeated Jamie Shields in 1 round before the MoA ruined the match

Anna Mathews defeated Johnny Maverick in 3 rounds, becoming the new Aggression Champion!

Cakes on me!

Direct Intervention is Necessary

We fade backstage now, to an unmarked door somewhere within the arena. The door is left a creak open and the camera crew quietly opens it and sticks the microphone in. Sneaky bastards.

Voice 1: Just when I thought I was out…

Voice 2: They pull you back in?

The second man laughs. The first merely scoffs.

Voice 1: This will not stand. I let Case think he won with a stupid doppleganger and this is what happens to REBEL Pro. REBEL Pro has collapsed and the work we did has fallen apart as quickly as it came together. Worse, look at what’s happened tonight.

There’s a long pause.

Voice 2: The Masters.

Voice 1: The Masters. We knew they’d make their mark, and everyone in the AoWF is sitting on their asses and letting themselves get fucked.

Another pause.

Voice 3: Maaaaaaaaan. Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about doing what I think you are doing.

Voice 1: REBEL Pro will survive. And it won’t fall into the hands of the fucking M.o.A.

Voice 2: So. We’re putting more of the band back together?

Pause.

Voice 1: No. That was making war. This is taking a stand. For REBEL Pro.

Voice 2: For the AoWF?

Voice 1: For the AoWF.

Voice 3: Oh my god no…

The third man begins to whimper.

Voice 2: Assuming direct control?

Voice 1: Assuming direct control.

The third man begins to cry.

Voice 1: REBEL Pro can’t belong to the Masters and their cronies, traitors like Jaice and Violet.

The camera crew dude with the mic falls into the room so the camera dude follows. The three men in the room don’t even bother to turn their back. Two face the one sitting at the desk, which has a plaque that reads “General Manager”. One seems to still be whimpering and shaking. The other is in full military urban camo gear, five stars along each shoulder of his jacket as he nods knowingly. Behind the large leather chair, looming on the wall is a banner… A burning skull placed over the old Confederate flag, and the crowd in the arena goes nuts. And a man sitting at that chair.

Linzi Martin: Oh my God Larry… Did you know?

Larry Gordon: Of course.

The man behind the GM’s desk spins his chair around and taps his hand on the desk.

Simon Kalis: Because it belongs to The Order of Chaos. REBEL Pro shall rise again.

Kalis points to the camera, as if his hand were a firearm.

Simon Kalis: You better-

The door opens again. This time…

Emily Corlen: Believe it.

Masakazu turns around and smirks. He extends his hand out to Corlen.

Masakazu: So… You in?

Emily Corlen: I’m in.

Simon and Masakazu and Corlen walk out of the room pushing the camera crew aside as Jeremy Gold turns to face the camera, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Jeremy Gold: Oh my God.

Gold faints and hits his head on the desk as the camera zooms in on the “joint flag” of REBEL Pro and The Order of Chaos as we fade away…

Aggression 2-6-2012

My Name is… Nameless Interview Geek

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m supposed to be talking to the Rebel Pro World Champion. However I can’t seem to – no, wait…

LISA SELDON: Arm! Arm!

Nameless Interview Geek sticks his arm out on command, just as Lisa rolls into the shot, catches hold and brings herself to a stop beside him.

LISA SELDON: Thanks.

Lisa pushes her hair out of her face and then does her best to stay balanced.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Roller-skates?

LISA SELDON: When we’re not wrestling I hold underground Roller Derby games and illegal gambling circuits.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Aren’t you a bit… can you say those things?

LISA SELDON: Yeah, no one believes me anyway. I’m cookie.

Lisa lets out an enthusiastic woohoo, throws her hands up in the air and spins around twice without falling over.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Fair enough. So, few questions, do you still work here?

LISA SELDON: Yes.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Will you be defending the title against Emily Corlen?

LISA SELDON: If she can pull herself away for the Retard Rumble with Shadow Starr long enough to get her head caved in, I’m perfectly fine being the person to do it.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: And do you have any idea when that match will take place.

LISA SELDON: Well my doctors have been pushing me to take a few weeks out and recover from… you know… monkey wounds and so I’m looking at early March before I’m back in singles competition.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: So you’re upcoming PWA tag title shot is..?

LISA SELDON: That’s not a match, that’s a funeral where the guys getting buried just haven’t died yet.

NAMESLESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Well that’s fair. Anyway that’s about everything. Any last words?

LISA SELDON: Neh, just edit in something amazing I said and we’ll all be good.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: That we’ll do.

Nameless Interview Geek gets cut off from the rest of his spiel by the exuberantly aggressive revving of Anna Mathews riding in on a quad bike. Lisa raises an eyebrow.

LISA SELDON: I said roller-skates.

ANNA MATHEWS: Wha da u wnt? Itz gt fore wheelz?

A good enough answer for Lisa apparently, who shrugs in agreement and then hitches onto the back.

LISA SELDON: See ya later, benders!

Lisa salutes and then rides out of shot, hanging off the back of a quad bike.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Someone is going to get badly hurt. TONIGHT on Rebel Pro!

Big Boss Man, makes an announcement

“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers as Larry Gordon steps down the entrance ramp, heading towards his broadcasting position; however he steps into the ring and receives a microphone from Jenny Jersey instead.

“I’ll keep this as brief as possible here tonight, but there is a few things I’ve got to say.”

The crowd settles down slightly.

“Duncan Aries and Johnny Maverick will not be wrestling here tonight and for that reason… Duncan Aries. When I hired him back, I knew of his track record and put into his contract that if there was ever a week that he did not record a promo to hype up his match, then he would be let go from the company. Therefore, Duncan Aries is fired from Rebel Pro and should he ever… I mean ever be resigned, then it will be on a weekly basis and at a huge cut in pay, not to mention a possible 6 month period where he cannot compete for a Rebel Pro Title of any kind.”

The crowd cheers this, the fact that Duncan Aries is let go because of his no-showing.

“So I do apologize for there only being two matches here tonight, but I think a couple of the following announcements will make up for it.”

He clears his throat.

“There will be a new Best of the Best Tournament here in Rebel Pro, called the Rebel Pro Tag Team Tournament, or RP3T for short. The winner of this tournament will receive a Rebel Pro Tag Team Title shot as well as a $50,000 bonus for winning, as well as a possible AOWF Tag Team Title shot!”

The crowd pops big for this.

“And the sign ups will go until February 27, so the more teams the merrier and we are nearly up to sixteen teams and it is open to any person, who can get a tag team partner, in the entire wrestling world!”

Bigger pop from the crowd.

“But now for the biggest announcement of the night. Something to sort of revolutionize Rebel Pro and give them a bit more uniqueness… The February pay per view event will be called Mutilation Mayhem Action!”

He waits as the fans listen to the name and try to figure out why.

“The sport of mixed martial arts…”

The crowd gets it, they jump to their feet, Larry Gordon waits.

“Has evolved and grown in to a big time beast here in the Sports world and its time that Rebel Pro utilizes some of that popularity… with a twist.”

He smirks.

“The February Event will be held in the Alerus Center, in Grand Forks, North Dakota!”

The fans in that city or state probably pop huge, but these fans here give a big pop as well, they are looking forward to this type of pay per view.

“Each match will be held in an eight sided octagon ring, made of barbed wire, electrified barbed wire, and broken glass. Each match will be at least 3 rounds long, with Rebel Pro Title matches going five rounds, each round lasting not five minutes, but ten minutes of action.”

The crowd seem to love this a lot.

“Now enjoy the action here tonight!”

Larry Gordon steps out of the ring and to his position at the table with Linzi Martin.

Linzi Martin: How is it, that you get entrance music?

Larry Gordon: One of the perks of being an owner Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Oh, got anything you want to sell dear ole little me?

Larry Gordon: Not a chance, but we’ll see about getting you some entrance music, how about that.

Linzi Martin: I’d be your best friend and love you always.

We go Backstage

The scene shifts backstage, where Emily Corlen is standing, smiling, her REBEL Pro Tag Team Championship belt slung over her shoulder.

Emily Corlen: Hi. My name is Emily Corlen -

Suddenly, Justin Case jumps into the frame, his own Tag title belt strapped around his waist.

Justin Case: – and I’m Justin Case!

Emily Corlen: …yes, you are… and we’re here to announce that -

Justin Case: We’re totally sticking together as a tag team!

Emily glares at Justin, who takes a step back before continuing.

Emily Corlen: Right. That. From here on out, you can refer to us as -

Justin Case: The Corlen Case Connection!

Emily Corlen: Would you SERIOUSLY knock that off?!

Justin Case: Knock what off? I’m excited!

Emily sighs, covering her forehead with her palm before continuing.

Emily Corlen: Alright, fine. Why don’t you just finish the announcement, then?

Justin opens his mouth excitedly to speak, but nothing comes out. The crowd laughs as he strokes his chin, looking slightly confused.

Justin Case: …I forgot the rest of it.

Emily groans loudly.

Emily Corlen: Forget it! We are The Corlen Case Connection… C3 for short, and to all the teams in the upcoming RP3T Tournament, we hope you’re ready for a whole lot of disappointment because the two of us are going in as the Tag Team Champions… and we’re coming OUT as the Tag Team Champions.

Justin Case suddenly slaps Emily on the shoulder, excited yet again.

Justin Case: Okay, I totally remembered the ending! Can I?

Emily Corlen: Go ahead.

Justin clears his throat before beginning.

Justin Case: Justin Case you didn’t know…

Emily Corlen: From this point forward, WE rule this F’N show…

Justin Case: …BELIEVE IT!

The crowd cheers as Emily and Justin high five one another before walking off in separate directions, leaving the scene to cut back to ringside.

Justin Case vs Bobby Lee

” Victory ” by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind. He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavor. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends.

Ding Ding

The bell sounds and here is Justin Case looking to take apart Bobby Lee and Lee is looking to retain his Feagle Beagle Championship. Collar and elbow, but mainly it is just a side headlock by Justin Case that causes Bobby Lee to scream out in pain and submit that early in the match. Referee Jimmy Johnson says that he must continue the match, these fans paid to see a match. Bobby Lee whimpers and indicates that they are all aliens travelers from the Planet Zepnon looking to be allies with the Zeti Reticuli. Justin Case with a German Suplex drops Bobby Lee on his head once more in his life time and Lee may be wanting to give up even quicker next time, or possibly looking at another career choice.

Larry Gordon: Bobby Lee’s whimpering does get a bit annoying at times.

Linzi Martin: About like Jeremy Golds, but Gold isn’t nearly as smelly.

Justin with an Irish whip and a back body puts Lee on the canvas. Justin Case is just warming up here in this contest and is using this to get a bit of his frustrations out on the hapless Bobby Lee. Irish Whip into a tilt a whirl backbreaker has Bobby Lee yelling that he’s crippled for life now. Case with a camel clutch has Bobby Lee passed out from the pain, but Case lifts him back up before Jimmy Johnson can force te match to end. Case with a toss into the corner where the Millennium Game pounds away with rights and lefts to Bobby’s ribs and ends the rib jarring impacts with an elbow to his temple and Bobby Lee is in Lalaland. Case lifts him to the top turnbuckle, setting him up, and delivering a superplex to take him to the very center of the ring. Justin lifts Bobby Lee up.

Linzi Martin: The Benchmark!

Larry Gordon: Utter domination by Justin Case here.

Justin pulls Bobby Lee back up, growling something about having to face such a talent lacking opponent.

Fisherman’s suplex!

But wait! Justin Case isn’t finished, he’s going to show everyone that his talent shouldn’t be wasted on the likes of Bobby Lee.

Larry Gordon: Belly to Belly Suplex!

Linzi Martin: Wait, he’s going for another suplex here!

Rolling Trio of Back Suplexes has Bobby Lee out cold, but Justin Case isn’t finished just yet.

Larry Gordon: Shooting Star Press!

Justin lifts the rag doll that is Bobby Lee up into a butterfly position.

Just! Too! Talented!

Larry Gordon: Wait… who’s that?

Justin makes the cover.

One!

The masked man jumps the barrier.

Two!

He slides into the ring, lead pipe in hand.

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Justin Case stands up, but not for long as the lead pipe connects solidly with the back of his skull sending a bit of blood flying on impact and one half of the Rebel Pro champions down on his face. Justin lands on top of the unconscious Bobby Lee as the masked man laughs and leaves backing up the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: Do you have any idea?

Linzi Martin: Not a clue, but I do find it strange that someone attacks Rocky last week and now Justin Case has been attacked this week.

Nameless Interview Geek Returns

Having just been tailwhipped from a quadbike, Lisa hurtles down the hallway at a tremendous pace, practically shooting sparks from her wheels and finding herself completely unable to stop, which turns out to be horrible news for the person in front of her. Her second instinct is to shout look out, however her first instinct as a wrestler is to stick out her arm and utterly obliterate the person with a Clothesline.

LISA SELDON: Boom!

Lisa turns and skates back toward her kill, but drops to her knees and lets out an unearthly scream when she finds the body.

LISA SELDON: ELI! NOOO!

Anna Mathews looms in over her shoulder.

ANNA MATHEWS: Aye thnk tats Payton.

NAMESLESS INTERVIEW GEEK: Um, that’s actually J-Kurt.

LISA SELDON: COOPER! NO!

She pounds her fists against his chest.

LISA SELDON: Now you’ll never wear that Superbowl ring.

The world sort of hangs for a minute.

NAMELESS INTERVIEW GEEK: You should probably get out of here.

LISA SELDON: Quite.

Anna puts out an arm and Lisa uses it to hop back to her wheels.

LISA SELDON: To the Bunny Rabbit!

Lisa and Anna get out of dodge before anyone realises they’ve killed again. Still, least it was only a Kurtis.

Vincent Black vs Emily Corlen

Larry Gordon: The TGW World Champion, and REBEL Pro Tag Team Champion Emily Corlen has really elevated her level of compete since last year, and there’s no stopping her.

Vincent Black circles, Corlen circling opposite him.

Linzi Martin: That’s not to take away anything from Vincent Black, who is one half of the AoWF Tag Team Champions after all.

Finally, the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Emily rushes, quick and powerful strike on Black’s midsection. Black seems to shrug it off, throwing an elbow back wildly and catching Emily in the back of the head. Corlen bounces off the ropes, but she uses her momentum to springboard and hit a flying elbow of her own on Black! But Black catches her! Vincent Black with a high angle spine buster crashes Corlen down into the canvas, to the shaking of the ring and the roars of the crowd.

Linzi Martin: Dayum!!! She’ll feel that tomorrow!

Larry Gordon: Emily is usually one to employ power moves, but against a man like Vincent Black she has to use her size for speed than power.

Black bounces himself off the ropes, and lands a thunderous leg drop right over Corlen’s throat.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. If she goes power for power with Black, she’s likely to end up looking like Jacob Venar after a Johnny Maverick match.

Black stays in position and reaches to the right, lifting Emily’s legs up like she’s a rag doll for an unorthodox pin.

1!

KICK OUT!

Larry Gordon: No way a leg drop is going to shut down one of the premier talents in wrestling today.

Black rolls off her, and gets to his feet as Corlen herself gets to her feet, smirking.

Linzi Martin: If Corlen is a premier talent, Vinny B is a god. *swoons*

Black charges Corlen, she side steps him and Black runs right into the corner turnbuckle. Corlen lashes out with a stuff kick right into the back of Vincent’s shin, another kick to his other shin. She climbs the turnbuckle and puts herself over him, wraps her arms around his head and drops back with a reverse DDT from the middle rope!!! BANG! The ring shakes from the impact, the crowd is on their feet now. Corlen rolls onto Black. Corlen begins wailing on Vincent Black, lefts and rights.

Larry Gordon: The Vincent I knew would never take it like that.

Em with a right… Vincent grabs her wrist and begins to squeeze.

Linzi Martin: And there he is.

Em with a left… Vincent grabs her wrist and begins to squeeze. Emily tries pulling herself free but Black does it for her by throwing her off of him, Emily hit’s the ring and rolls right to the outside of the ring. Black is on his feet and climbs out onto the ring apron. Corlen gets to her feet and Black jumps off with a double axe handle smash over her, knocking her into the barricade. Some fans pat Corlen on the back. Black grabs Corlen by the neck and lifts her up but she snap kicks him in the balls, he drops her. She grabs a beer from the hands of a fan and smashes the bottle right across Black’s head, shattering it instantly. Black staggers back and Corlen grabs his arm, she whips him into the metal post.

PING!

Larry Gordon: Corlen is gaining control here now.

Black turns around as Corlen rushes, and he lifts his boot up and catches her right in the face! Corlen hit’s the ground and holds her face, her own momentum used against her.

Linzi Martin: You jinxed her, Larry.

The camera zooms in on Corlen’s face to show her lip is busted open. The crowd cheers at this! Not cause they hate Corlen, but because REBELs love blood baby. Corlen rolls right under the ring and Black reaches in after her. He can’t find her, but he isn’t some dumb rookie, he knows his size would leave him vulnerable if he tried any harder to look. So Black casually strolls to the time keepers table and throws the time keeper off his chair, grabbing it and tapping it against his knee. The crowd is cheering and screaming, drinking and getting more rowdy by the second.

Larry Gordon: Pandemonium is building now.

Black circles the ring like a shark smelling blood in

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the water, just as Corlen rolls out from underneath the ring and jumps to her feet with the most awful weapon imaginable… A barbed wire covered dildo!

Linzi Martin: Ohhhh that has teeth.

Black swings the chair like he’s going for a home run, Corlen ducks. Corlen smacks him across the face with the barbed wire dildo. Black looks disgusted and steps back. Corlen with another swing catches Black again across the face and this time the barbs take their chunk of flesh and Vincent Black is bleeding. Black drops the chair and grabs the barbed wire wrapped dildo as Corlen goes for a third swing. A tug of war begins, and Corlen won’t let go. Black is pulling so hard he’s dragging Corlen up the entrance ramp, his hand begins to bleed. Finally Corlen just suddenly lets go of it, Black’s momentum sends him back. Black whips the dildo back at Corlen, and it catches her across the neck and slashes her throat. Though, not as bad as Black might’ve hoped.

Linzi Martin: Only in REBEL Pro, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Yep.

Black charges and grabs Corlen by the neck in her moment of astonishment. He rips his fingers and thumb into her throat, grinding them into the open cuts before lifting Corlen up high into the air. Corlen grabs his hand with both of hers and tries ripping herself free as Vincent chokes her. She kicks her legs out and barely touches Black in the chest, his reach so extended her legs can’t make it. Black is speaking to her and smirking as he walks over to the barricade and a bunch of fans scurry out of the way as Black choke slams her into the crowd and through a stack of three chairs!

Larry Gordon: If Corlen’s back wasn’t going to feel the spine buster, she will feel this.

Linzi Martin: I wager you’re right.

Black goes to the ring and searches under it as Corlen rolls to her side, rubbing her back and wincing. Only for a second, though. She pulls herself up as Vincent pulls two tables out from under the ring and slides it in.

Larry Gordon: Fans may remember, that it was Vincent Black who hit his finisher The New Hope on Emily Corlen through a table and won Hardcore Entertainment the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles off of Lisa Seldon and Corlen.

Corlen climbs over the barricade back to ringside, as Black sets the tables up in the ring.

Larry Gordon: It would be Emily’s last match with us until she came back and won one half of the vacant tag titles.

Corlen hops up onto the ring apron just as Vincent finishes with the second table. She climbs the top rope, and stands precariously on the top turnbuckle.

Linzi Martin: Lovely history lesson there, Larry.

Black turns around and Emily jumps off with a missile dropkick! BOTH OF THEM GO THROUGH BOTH OF THE TABLES!!! Black gets it worse as not only does he get hit, but he goes through them first with Corlen landing on top of him into the wreckage. The crowd cheers, and both of them are slow to move.

Corlen is up first though and while Black is down, he uses his long reach and grabs her left leg and pulls. She falls to a knee, he uses her to pull himself up and elbows her in the back of the head. Corlen with a quick shove pushes Vincent off of her and goes for a vicious roundhouse kick. Black catches her foot, and spins her around. A kick to the gut has Corlen keeling forward. Black hoists her up for The New Hope! BUT CORLEN ROLLS FORWARD OVER HIS HEAD, TWISTING HER LEGS UP AND HOOKING HIS ARMS AND THEN FORCING THEM BOTH BACK DOWN WITH DOWN IN FLAMES THROUGH THE BROKEN TABLES!! The crowd goes wild! She covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Winner of this match, Emily Corlen!!!

Larry Gordon: My gawd what an amazing match here for Aggression’s Main Event!

Linzi Martin: Is this where you say but unfortunately we are out of time for this episode?

Larry Gordon: Well…, um…, yeah.

Quick Results

Duncan Aries vs Johnny Maverick – Didn’t happen, no showed, Duncan Aries fired.

Justin Case defeated Bobby Lee

Emily Corlen defeated Vincent Black

Aggression 1-30-2012

The show started off with Emily Corlen coming out to face off against Virgil Keenan, but he was quickly replaced with former Feagle Beagle and Curtain Jerker Champion Bobby Lee. After this announcement, Jenny Jersey also announced that this match would be for the Feagle Beagle Championship. Needless to say that Emily Corlen made short work of Bobby Lee as he pretty much just layed on the mat and begged her to make him Feagle Beagle Champion again. Emily complied and was declared the winner as she placed a foot on Bobby’s chest for the pinfall.

Winner Emily Corlen 0:15

The second match saw the return of Duncan Aries taking on the former Aggression Champion in Jaice Wilds. This match went back and forth a little bit, but Jaice was just unable to fly away and Duncan came away with the victory after hitting his finishing move then locking on a submission hold to force Jaice to tap out.

Winner: Duncan Aries 10:19

“Reign of Terror” hit up in the speakers and from the back to a big time mega pop(I mean like blow the roof and all that jazz) came Hardcore Entertainment. After slapping the hands of the fans on their way to the ring, the longest mainstays in Rebel Pro stepped up and into the squared circle, receiving a microphone.

Bubba J: We did it!

The crowd explodes.

Vincent Black: They said that we couldn’t!

The crowd pops again.

Bubba J: They said Victory was going to take these belts.

The crowd boos.

Vincent Black: But we made Victory our bitch!

Crowd with a huge mega pop.

Bubba J: They said we didn’t back our verbal arguements up.

Vincent shakes his head.

Vincent Black: But what do you call beating six other people for the titles… the AOWF Tag Titles?

Bubba J looks at Vincent and they both speak.

“Pretty well backed up.”

Bubba J goes to speak again, but suddenly the lights cut out dropping everyone into darkness. A ton of gold and green confetti drops from the ceiling as some Hip Hop music blares over the speakers. A message flashes up on the screen in gold letters on a green background.

“Coming soon”

The show faded to commercial with Bubba J and Vincent looking pissed that they had been interrupted.

Ding Ding

Anna and Rocky squared off in the center of the ring, Anna smaller, but perhaps more experienced against the man best known for being Justin Case’s tag team partner in the Main Event of Aggression for January 30, 2012. They locked up, but Anna with a quick go behind following that up with some quickly thrown jabs to Rocky’s kidneys that got her a momentary quick advantage. Anna with a swift kick to the backs of his knees as he turns around to level her with a huge right handed haymaker that sent her down onto one knee. Anna shot up with a punch to the underside of Rocky’s chin knocks him back into the corner. Anna follows up her advantage with a leaping kick to his face, but Rocky catches her foot, swinging her around and down to the center of the ring.

Larry Gordon: Anna taking it to Rocky in the early going.

Linzi Martin: But Rocky’s got the advantage now.

Rocky with a military press drops Anna onto his bent knee before repeatedly landing several elbow shots to her face. Rocky with a leg drop off the ropes and he’s cementing his control here in this match. Rocky with a legal arm triangle choke hold, doing his best to incompasitate Anna and get the quick win. Rocky lifts her back up into another military press, but Anna with a counter falls off, bringing her opponent down with an inverted DDT to get her a moment of rest and perhaps more offense. Anna pulls herself up.

Larry Gordon: Anna gets the old momentum back on her side.

Linzi Martin: Girl Power!

Anna with a baseball slide into Rocky’s head before locking him in her own choke hold, cutting off his air supply instead. Rocky struggles back up to his feet, Anna draped on his back and exchanging the chokehold for a sleeper hold instead. Rocky begins to waver slightly before falling back on to one knee then his other knee. Anna seems to be in firm control, but Rocky shoves up and instead of falling back, dives forward, sending Anna over the top rope in surprise. Rocky leans heavily on the ropes, gathering his wits and breath.

Larry Gordon: Effective counter there.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, but I still say Girl Power!

Rocky launches himself over the top, landing heavily on Anna before pulling her up and face planting her on the ring apron several times to hopefully knock her out cold. Rocky with a whip sends Anna’s back into the railing causing a bit of damage to her entire back. Rocky with a big boot to her face, but Anna manages to counter and cause Rocky to crotch himself on the railing; Anna is only too happy to leap up there with him. Anna balances on the railing, bringing Rocky’s face down to plant it on the top of the metal railing and bring the blood to the surface of his face to match her own. Anna drags him off the railing, kneeing him in the face before rolling him back into the ring.

Linzi Martin: What a show of athleticism there from Anna Mathews.

Larry Gordon: She is very athletic and kinda attractive too.

Linzi Martin: Hitting on the employees now Larry?

Larry Gordon:Nope, just stating my opinion.

Anna has Rocky in the corner beating him in the head with her knees before delivering a bronco buster that would make most men in that position very happy; Rocky… is out cold. Anna drags him up, placing him in position for a piledriver, but he manages to counter with a back body sending her landing on her back again. Rocky with a knee drop on her face before he pulls her back up again. Anna is off the ropes, Rocky as well, Lou Thesz press and he’s pounding down with repeated punches to the face of Anna as he tries to beat her senseless and get the win.

Linzi Martin: Effective, cruel and very barbaric, but effective.

Larry Gordon: Its what Rebel Pro is all about, cruelness and brutality.

Rocky stands center ring as Anna looks up at his towering form, she dives in with a swift kick to the knee of Rocky. The big man pounds a forearm on her back sending her down to the mat, Rocky quickly picks her up, throwing her into the corner, but Anna rushes out with a flying forearm to the midsection doubling Rocky over. Anna with a quick neckbreaker, but Rocky counters it with the basic punch to the face sending Anna into the ropes once again.

Larry Gordon: Basic, but effective.

Linzi Martin: Brute strength will only go so far Larry.

Rocky stalks after Anna, she dives with another shot at Mathew’s knees, but quickly changes tactics with a hand stand and a boot into the big man’s face that rocks him backwards. Rocky stumbles backwards and Anna attacks with a barrage of swift Mui Tai kicks to his shin and thighs rocking the big man even further. Anna hits the ropes, diving shoulder block to the left knee takes Rocky down, but the big man is trying to stand back up. Kick to the head takes him down to both knees and Anna springs from the middle rope with a clothesline taking him flat on his back. Anna laughs as she stomps away at Rocky’s left knee before wrapping it up in a standing leglock. Rocky rolls over, using his bulk to flip Anna over and breaking the hold before it can break his leg. Anna is in the ropes again as Rocky is getting back up, boot to the face from Anna, but caught by the big man. Anna with an enzeguri, but Rocky ducks under sending her down with a big clothesline to the back of the skull. Irish whip sends Anna front first into the turnbuckle, but she flips over the top turnbuckle to run along the apron. Rocky levels her with a huge punch right to the face.

Larry Gordon: That brute strength going pretty far isn’t it Linzi?

Linzi Martin: It is going… but it won’t last long, the conditioning of Anna is phenominal.

Anna lands back first on the apron, Logan takes a look before hitting the ropes.

Big! Man! Baseball! Slide!

Misses!

Anna rolls off of the apron just in time, she pulls herself up to her feet, firing

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right hands into Logan’s face before using all of his weight to Irish whip him into the steel guardrail at ringside. Rocky slams into the railing, causing it to move back slightly. Anna is up, running with a lifted knee right into the stunned face of Rocky. Logan is stunned from a possible loaded kneepad, but throws a weak right fist towards Anna. Mathews ducks under, single arm DDT takes Rocky face first into the concrete. Anna is up again, tossing insults to her opponent before strutting a bit, ala Ric Flair.

Larry Gordon: This isn’t smart by Anna here.

Linzi Martin: Rocky doesn’t have a chance, she can do whatever.

Anna turns around intending for another series of attacks, but the roaring elbow from Rocky takes her down and she goes down hard! Rocky points down to Anna before lifting her in a big man press and dumping her carcass over the top rope into the ring. Rocky steps over the top rope and into the ring where Anna seems to be begging for a time out.

Linzi Martin: Come on, give her a break!

Larry Gordon: There are no timeouts in wrestling Linzi.

Linzi Martin: I know that, but that big lug doesn’t.

Rocky rushes forward, big man boot to the seated Anna decapitates her! Oh wait, it just knocks her unconscious but she is definitely out of it as Rocky picks her up, bringing her to center ring a look of confidence on his face.

Larry Gordon: Rocky

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Linzi Martin: Come on Anna!

From the crowd a masked man delivers a brass knuckled shot to the left temple of Rocky sending him crashing down and Anna down unharmed.

Linzi Martin: Who?!

Larry Gordon: Exactly what I was wondering.

Rocky’s manager is just a bit too late to protect his wrestler, but manages to give chase to the masked man through the crowd as Anna climbs the top turnbuckle to jump up twice and come down with her finisher, Slash and burn(double jump 630 splash). Anna hooks the leg.

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Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Anna Mathews!

Linzi Martin: I knew Anna would win, but I’m wondering who that masked man is.

Larry Gordon: Did Rocky’s manager catch up with him?

Linzi Martin: I doubt it, the crowd seemed to be keeping a bit of a barrier between them.

Larry Gordon: What does this mean for next week?

Fade

***Quick Results***
Emily Corlen def Bobby Lee
Duncan Aries def Jaice Wilds
Anna Mathews def Rocky Logan

Winter Blast 2012

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The two men were forced apart and then quickly came back together with Mikey with a go behind into a German suplex, but was unable to hold the bridge for the pin as J shifted his weight to prevent such a thing happening. J

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Winner: Bubba J 15:19

The crowd was buzzing after the Pure Honor match and Bubba J’s knowledge of technical wrestling, not to mention the spectacle that the two men put on in the match. Anyways, it was time for the second match of the evening and one of the biggest since the Kingdom of Death match at Rebel Pro’s Birthday Bash last year as the Tag Team Turmoil match was set to take place next. Each wrestler was introduced and came down to the ring before the match could begin. The match started off with Virgil Keenan eliminating JT Whiplash while JT was trying to look at Emily’s boobs without anyone knowing; Virgil really caught him by surprise though. Anyways Emily was too busy to notice as she was eliminating one of the biggest people in the match, Taboo. Taboo hit the floor on the other side from JT Whiplash as Emily’s husband was eliminating Hostile from the contest as well. Hostile had just stepped into the ring and the bell rung before Johnny nailed him with a spinning heel kick right out of nowhere to eliminate him. Meanwhile, the people with the best chance to win, Case Filed Rockets(and only tag team in this match) eliminated Jimmy Henderson with a double elbow shot to the face that knocked him out and over the top rope. Now, the participants faced each other in the ring, ready to do battle.

Johnny locked horns with Virgil, Emily with Justin Case, and his tag team partner of Rocky Logan. CFR really had Emily on the ropes, threatening to eliminate her, but an Irish whip from Virgil sent Johnny slamming into the ropes near enough to them that an elbow caught Rocky in the temple. Rocky turned his attention to Johnny, who lashed out with MMA style kicks to the legs of Rocky Logan, backing him up against the corner. Johnny with a quick leap sent the bottom of his boot into Case’s skull, getting him off his wife. Johnny and Emily shared a quick passionate kiss, but Virgil was quick to interupt this embrace as he tried to eliminate both of them at once. However, unfortunately for Virgil and his chances; the married couple eliminated him over the top rope. However, for Johnny, his night was cut short as well as Virgil managed to eliminate the Aggression Champion before Virgil’s feet actually touched the floor. Virgil was kneeling on the canvas and Emily’s boot to the face, finished off his elimination to bring it down to only 3 participants here to crown the new Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions. The match continued for several minutes with Emily trying to hold her own against the team of Case Filed Rockets and the nut shot to Rocky put him on his knees and her and Justin exchanged several hardcore blows. Somehow chairs, lead pipes, and other weapons made its way into the ring and were promptly used. Justin and Emily were both bleeding from their bodies, mostly from their heads and faces, but were still going at it. Rocky got back involved by accidently sending Justin down to one knee with a chair shot intended for emily. Rocky nodded at his partner as an apology before Justin indicated that Rocky whip Emily towards him. Emily countered the whip and Justin eliminated Rocky Logan instead! Justin couldn’t believe it and Rebel Pro had new Tag Team Champions!

Jenny Jersey: New Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions… the team of Justin Case and Emily Corlen!

The match then continued for 20 minutes as both tried to eliminate the other and claim the Singles title shot of their choice. But the end came down when Justin Case lifted Emily up for a back body over the top rope and she landed heavily on the apron. Case spun around and Emily nailed him in the crotch with a kick before flipping herself back in and knocking the Green Game over the top rope to claim her Singles Title shot in Rebel Pro. Justin layed on the floor holding himself as Emily’s music blared to life in the arena and the crowd jumped back up to their feet with chants of “We you Emily!”

The show faded to black with Emily holding her TGW World Title and one half of the Rebel Pro Tag belts, but also with Lisa Seldon standing at the top of the entrance ramp.

Aggression 1-9-2012

A Return

Pouring rain, saturating the ground..

The clouds above, the coming moon..

A single punching bag enters the scene, seemingly out of place outside in the rain.

A familiar voice? Perhaps to some people, but it has been a long time since we heard it last.

“For years I have prided myself on my abilities, my technique, the fact I never backed down from anyone.”

The punching bag swings in the wind, gently at first, then with some speed.

“I knew I was good, damn good at what I do. I fought to survive. I battled to make an impact.”

The bag slips out of focus.

“Then it all faded away, my own ego consuming me, demanding this and that from promoters, burning every bridge along the way.”

Slowly, the bag comes back into focus, and is met by a flurry of kicks.

“A second chance? Who knows how many chances I’ve had at this point.”

Stiff jabs meet the bag.

“Only one thing is certain. This time, I intend on making the most of my opportunities.”

The camera pans back from the bag, to reveal the soaked face of a man known to Rebel Pro fans. With a smirk, he looks up at us, a man changed by time, a man wanting nothing more than to give up the past and move onto the future.

“The Spade” Duncan Aries. He speaks forth, his voice sill heard in the pouring rain.

“I am the culmination of a revelation. Pay attention, you just might learn something.”

With another kick to the punching bag, he walks away into the rain, as the camera focuses back on the swinging bag. Text in ice blue appear before us.

DUNCAN ARIES RETURNS.

Virgil Keenan vs Jamie Flynn

Ding Ding

Virgil and Jamie lock up in the center of the ring, Virgil with a quick wristlock gets the advantage, but Jamie comes back with a swift kick to Virgil’s ribs sending him over to one side. Jamie turns the wristlock on Virgil, but Keenan with a quick twist reversing the wristlock into a hammerlock on Flynn. Jamie falls forward to one knee flipping Virgil over him to land on his feet. Virgil turns around, flying forearm smash by Flynn sends Virgil into the corner. Jamie pulls him out of the corner with a whip, following close on his heels. Virgil stops suddenly throwing his elbow back sending it right into Jamie Flynn’s face. Jamie falls back, Virgil quickly assists him with a leg sweep.

Larry Gordon: Virgil dominating early in this match.

Linzi Martin: Are you watching the same match I am?

Virgil bends down picking up his opponent, a scoop and a slam on his bent knee drives the wind rightout of Jamie Flynn’s sails. Flynn is gasping for breath as Virgil picks him up again, Flynn with a single leg take down catches Virgil off guard. Jamie quickly hits the ropes, baseball slide right into the side of Virgil’s face rolling the Global Champion over. Jamie lifts him up delivering a series of Mua Tai kicks to his body and head before locking on a side headlock, wrenching heavily on the neck. Virgil grunts in pain as he drops down to one knee. Virgil wraps his arms around Jamie’s waist standing back up, he drops him with a side slam, Jamie Flynn is winded again as his lower back takes some punishment. Virgil shakes his head as he stands up against the ropes.

Linzi Martin: Both wrestlers trading moves back and forth here in this match.

Larry Gordon: Virgil showing why he should be a champ and Flynn showing the same.

Jamie gets up, his back to Virgil, Keenan comes with a running knee into the lower portion of his back, Flynn falls into the ropes. Virgil locks on an Anaconda Vise before Jamie breaks the hold, Virgil turns to tell a fan to shove something somewhere unmentionable when Jamie Flynn nails a standing dropkick to Virgil’s leg, crumpling him down to the mat. Virgil’s eyes show pain as Flynn wraps the Champion up with a standing leglock, twisting to apply as much pressure as possible to the joint

Larry Gordon: Jamie Flynn with a leg lock there, applying pressure.

Linzi Martin: Trying to take the vertical base away from Virgil.

Virgil kicks out with his left leg, but Jamie manages to side step the move at the cost of releasing the right leg. Flynn quickly back on the attack, but he begins to wrap Virgil into a figure four leglock, Virgil leans up pulling Jamie down into a pin.

One…
Two…

Jamie Flynn able to break the pin as he falls back into the ropes. Using the momentum to his advantage, Flynn runs at the seated Virgil with a dropkick to the face, but Virgil falls back allowing Flynn to slide over him and slide to the outside of the ring. Virgil gets up, limping slightly on his right leg, he wasn’t in the hold for long, but the pressure was tremendous. Jamie is climbing back to the apron as Virgil steps over. Flynn with a shoulder block, Virgil avoids the move dropping an elbow on Flynn instead. Jamie nearly falls back to the floor but manages to grab the middle rope at the last second preventing his descent. Virgil with a knee into the side of Flynn’s face bringing a gasp from him, a second and a as he goes for a third, Flynn moves away from the blow. Virgil uses his momentum to raise the leg and bring it down across Flynn’s neck slamming his throat into the rope; he falls onto the apron.

Larry Gordon: Vicious knees from Virgil in that exchange.

Linzi Martin: Virgil proving himself here.

Virgil climbs through the ropes as Jimmy Johnson watches on. Keenandrops down to the floor, grabbing the right wrist of Flynn, he jumps into the air, coming down in a seated position as the shoulder socket bulges causing Flynn to scream out in pain. Virgil stands back up from the floor to repeat this process a second time. As he releases the wrist, Jamie Flynn rolls into the ring, holding at his right shoulder and staring daggers at Virgil Keenan, who smirks back nonchalantly. Virgil stalks his prey, circling for the kill, he dives. Flynn catches Virgil with his left arm and hand, sending Virgil up and over with a modified suplex into a bridging pin.

One…

Virgil is stunned here.

Two…

Virgil kicks out and immediately up to his feet. He charges at Flynn again, Jamie with a low leg kick following it up with a thigh kick that spins Virgil around. Jamie hits the ropes, springboard karate kick to the back of Virgil’s skull sends him face first into the top turnbuckle padding. Virgil spins around dazed as he comes out of the corner, Jamie with a jumping front kick sends Virgil back into the corner, this time back first. Jamie with a running start slams a knee into Virgil’s midsection. Doubled over, Virgil gasps for air, trying to gain his wits about him to try and get back on top.

Linzi Martin: Jamie Flynn now dominating here in this match.

Larry Gordon: Two top quality athletes battling for respect and honor.

A hip toss sends Virgil over onto his back, Flynn wastes no time in locking in a figure four leglock on the hopefully next AOWF TV Champion, he leans forward falling back as he cradles his arm a bit to relieve the pain. Virgil shakes his head from side to side as he tries to roll the submission hold over. Virgil is starting to pick up momentum as he quickly rolls to the right, reversing the hold. Flynn grunts from the effort trying to release the hold. But Jamie is unable to break the submission, Virgil somehow has locked in the hold himself preventing the break. Flynn reaches out for the ropes, he is a foot away. Flynn grabs his hair pulling at the strands as he uses his elbows to inch his way to the ropes. Jamie Flynn’s eyes are focused on that bottom rope, he grits his teeth digging closer. Virgil allows his opponent to expend the energy to crawl to the ropes, Jamie reaches out a hand… he grabs the bottom rope as his head drops. Virgil doesn’t immediately release the hold. Flynn falls forward, his chin on the mat. Virgil is up, dropping a knee across his skul, driving the chin further into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Virgil is vicious in this match.

Larry Gordon: Imagine a match this good on Rampage.

Linzi Martin: Not going to happen.

Virgil pulls the weakened Flynn up to his feet, open handed slap to his chest as he pushes him into the corner. Elbow to the side of his face as he pulls him out of the corner, swinging neckbreaker takes Flynn down to the canvas, but Virgil is not finished by far. Looking at the RPM III banner, Virgil scoop slams Flynn in front of the corner. Virgil proceeds to climb up while signaling for a big time high risk move.

Larry Gordon: Virgil going for a high risk move here, hoping to put Jamie Flynn away.

Linzi Martin: It’ll either pay off or fail… epically.

Virgil dives with his elbow extended, he slams into canvas as Jamie Flynn was able to roll out of the way just in time. Virgil grabs at his elbow as he rolls around in pain.

Larry Gordon: Virgil missed? That can’t be.

Linzi Martin: Epic… fail.

Flynn grabs the writhing Keenan with his injured left elbow, stomping away trying to make his elbow bend the wrong way. Flynn pulls him up, twisting it with a wristlock, he kicks once again at the elbow, turning it now into a hammerlock. Flynn pulls up on the wrist causing as much pain as possible to Virgil’s elbow and now to his shoulder. Virgil runs forward, holding onto the top rope with his right arm. Flynn falls back, rolling up to his feet and as Virgil turns around, an arm drag takes him down to the canvas where Flynn locks on a crippler crossface submission hold. Virgil is no where near the ropes, the closest ones being a foot behind him. Virgil stares at the ropes that are second nearest to him and gets the determination in his eyes. Jimmy Johnson is there, he struggles for the right position to not impede Virgil’s arguous journey, but to be in the right position should Virgil decide to submit. He asks Virgil who simply shakes his head as much as he can, his teeth gritted, he digs for another inch.

Larry Gordon: Flynn is going to break the next AOWF TV Champ.

Linzi Martin: I do believe that is what he is trying for.

Flynn rears back, as Virgil reaches out, he is a foot away from the ropes now. He manages to somehow get a foot under him and he shoves forward, he is three inches away from the ropes, he lowers his head. Virgil lays in the submission for a moment, but as Jimmy Johnson goes to check on him, his head pops up a new look in his eyes. Virgil dives once again, he is in the ropes! Jamie Flynn gets up to his feet, pulling Virgil along with him.

Jamie whips Virgil into the ropes, reversal and Jamie is sent into the ropes. Virgil bounces as well, running boot to the face! Jamie Flynn is nearly decapitated as Virgil falls on his opponent, Jimmy Johnson is there.

Larry Gordon: That is Hunter Sullivan’s Viper Snap!

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match, “The Viper” Virgil Sullivan!

Linzi Martin: Virgil wins by nearly decapitating Jamie Flynn.

Larry Gordon: The other people in the AOWF TV Title match had better recognize.

Virgil stands middle ring staring at both the RPM III and Winter Blast 2012 banners as his entrence music begins to play over the speakers in the arena once more. Virgil is breathing hard and he seems to be waiting on something, he stares at the “Winter Blast” and “RPM III banners.

Bubba J Speaks

“Badass” by Saliva hits up in the speakers and from the back carrying a Confederate battle flag comes Bubba J; the crowd somewhat mixed for this part of his coming down. J steps up into the

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“You may not like me…”

Mixed reaction.

“But I don’t give a flying fuck.”

A bit more booing.

“Go ahead and boo me, cause like I said, I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.”

This does somewhat quiet them down.

“It seems that everyone wants a piece of the Ragin’ Redneck, Bubba J.”

He points at the flag.

“Whether its because I’m a redneck and proud of my heritage.”

He holds up the #1 Contender’s Cup.

“Whether it is for this cup.”

He sets it down, rubbing himself.

“Whether it is my sexy physique.”

He smiles.

“Or just because I’m one of the longest running Rebel Stars left here and they think its time for the old dawgs to get out of the yard.”

He shakes his head.

“Thing is that they just want a piece of me because I’m worthy of their attention. They are scared. They are worried. They are scared shitless because they know I still got it.”

A person shouts “Mikey Massacre”, Bubba J nods.

“Yeah, that sumbitch did manage to beat me, but he ain’t got the balls in his dirty pissed stain drawers to come and fight another match. Hell, he’s probably back in New Mexico still licking his wounds and shitting his pants just because I’m on his television screen right now.”

J looks into the camera, before shooting Mikey a bird.

“But since he’s got to go and wipe his hairy ass, let me talk about anudder person that has gained my interest.”

He stares at the Rebel flag.

“That sumbitch that calls himself the Confederate Copperhead, but ain’t nutin more than a garten snake that is so cowardly and pathetic that he’s more yellow than the dam sun.”

A bit of booing now, they love JT Whiplash.

“Sure go and cheer for him, he’s decent…”

He looks around.

“When he can be bothered to compete here in Rebel Pro. When he ain’t drunk on liquor and high on whatever drugs he can afford to buy. Truth is about JT is that he’s washed up, a has been that was nearly a neverwas, and couldn’t even hack it over in True Glory Wrestling.”

He begins to stomp around the ring.

“Speaking of that cess pool of backed up turds… Lucille Starr wants to go and run his mouth. He wants to claim that he has beaten me every time we’ve faced off. Truth is that when Lucille changed his name from Shadow Starr…”

He holds up a hand.

“Yeah, I know a ridiculous fucking name, but hear me out. He wanted to change his record to show his name change, thus his one single defeat of the Ragin’ Redneck was wiped from the record. But still he wants to have a hard on thinking he’s demolished me, destroyed me, but wants to run from the challenge like the yeller bellied bitch that his mama wanted when she got him; instead of the ballsy son that his dad was expecting when he squirted in her vagina.”

The crowd gasps at his words.

“So, I am waiting on confirmation of the match, waiting on his sorry ass to accept my unfriendly challenge, and I’ll kick his balls outta the back of his ass and we will have a Lucille Starr… but don’t worry Lucille, you can change your record again.”

Snickers from the crowd.

“Now on to Hostile, the pissant that wanted to leave his running mates worried thinking that

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Simon Kalis had done something with the body. But instead was at home jerking off to a Cheetoh commercial while fondling a stuffed Koala bear for some fucked up reason. He wants to run his mouth that I’m scared of Lisa, that its the first time that I’ve run away from anything.”

He shakes his head.

“I was unaware that I was runnin’ from anything, but more or less biding my time and then taking advantage of it when it comes about. But this sumbitch wants to face me for the #1 Contender’s Cup, but yet he’s got a World Title match later tonight.”

He stares into the camera.

“Hostile, if you are listening and if Lisa leaves anything of your body… match… fucking… accepted… bitch.”

He tosses down the mic before picking up his trophy and flag and heading to the back as “Badass” hits back up in the speakers.

Justin Case vs JT Whiplash

The match started off fairly even, but JT’s age just got to him, along with probably a lot of ring rust and he was just unable to out wrestle Justin Case. However, even with his inability to actually out wrestle Justin, JT was able to get a lot of offense in and kept Justin on the ropes just as much as Justin had him on the ropes. Near the end of the match JT went for the Rebel Yell, but unfortunately for him and fortunately for Justin Case, Bubba J jumped from the crowd and nailed him in the back with a lead pipe sending him crashing down. Case looked at Bubba J before making the cover and getting the win; not that he needed any help, but he got it anyways. After the match Bubba J stepped into the ring to clarify his actions to Justin Case by delivering a Trailer Park Trash before spitting on JT Whiplash and walking out of the ring.

-Rebel Pro World Title-

Lisa Seldon(C) vs Hostile

At the sound of the bell Lisa charges forward and blasts Hostile with a Yakuza Kick that puts him off balance. Hostile answers back by cutting through her with a chop and then winds up a right hand that Lisa manages to duck under. Lisa then rips a kick inside his leg and then another in his ribs before leaping up and cracking him in the back of his head with an Enzugiri that takes him to the floor.

Hostile sits up and Lisa leaps forward, smashing him in the chest with a kick that rips the wind right out of him. She then fires off a second and buries it deep, but Hostile takes it and hangs on to her leg. Hostile then pushes himself off the mat and drops Lisa with a Dragon Screw, sending her across the ring. Lisa then rolls through and scrambles to her feet while Hostile jumps back to his. Hostile then throws out a Clothesline but gets turned away when Lisa throws up a foot and smashes him in the shoulder.

Hostile then spins away and follows up by driving an elbow into her gut that doubles Lisa over. Hostile then hits the ropes and fires back, only for Lisa to leap back up and throw a kick at his head. Hostile catches it over arm though and then twists, slamming her into the mat and then hanging on for the pin.

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Lisa kicks out and Hostile grumbles to himself before pulling her off the mat. He then pushes Lisa back into the nearest corner and fires off a series of forearms to soften her up. Hostile then takes off toward the opposite corner but Lisa runs after him, leaps up and drives both knees into his chest as he turns. Lisa then takes off for the opposite corner herself and this time Hostile charges after her, throws up a leg and rips through her face with a huge running Boot.

Linzi Martin: Greetings from New Jersey!

Larry Gordon: What a shot!

Lisa droops forward and Hostile catches her in a Front Facelock. He then lifts her up, drapes her legs over the ropes and then snaps back, driving her into the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Garden State DDT!

Larry Gordon: Hostile going after the head of Lisa.

Hostile flips Lisa to her back and hooks a leg.

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Lisa kicks at two again and Hostile leans back onto his knees and drops a breath. Hostile then pulls Lisa to her feet and drops her straight back down with a slam. He then makes his way to the top and turns, just in time to eat a kick between the eyes. Lisa then mounts the ropes in front of him but Hostile is able to shake off the blow and then push her back to the floor. Lisa drops to the mat and Hostile pushes himself up to the top-rope and then leaps, only for Lisa to leap back to her feet, snatch him out of midair and then drive him face first into the canvas with a Sitout Facebuster.

Linzi Martin: X-Factor from Lisa!

Larry Gordon: Hostile eats a bunch of Rebel Pro canvas!

Hostile’s face bounces off the mat and Lisa rolls him into a pin.

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This time Hostile kicks out at two and Lisa pulls him to his feet, only for Hostile to catch her arm and drag her down with him.

Larry Gordon: He catches herh with the Demon’s Dream!

Hostile wraps up her arm and drags her down with Lisa fighting it all the way. The fans jump to their feet, cheering them both on as Hostile jams an elbow into her shoulder, only for Lisa to roll through onto her back. Hostile tries to stop her but Lisa throws up a foot and catches him in the top of the head. Hostile then staggers back and Lisa quickly scrambles up and takes him out at the legs with a Dropkick, bringing him back to the canvas.

Hostile pops up his head and Lisa tries to rip it off, but misses when Hostile ducks out of shot. Hostile then leaps back up and blasts her in the back with a forearm, sending her across the floor. Hostile then chases after her and throws a huge Lariat at the back of her head, only for Lisa to duck and send him running right past her. Hostile then turns and walks right into a Roundhouse Kick that rips through the side of his head.

Larry Gordon: Lisa with the kick! And he’s dead on his feet!

Linzi Martin: Neither person holding anything back here.

Hostile’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he sways back and forth. He then falls forward, right into Lisa’s hands as she rolls him up.

Larry Gordon: She goes right into the Small Package!

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DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… and STIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… Lisa Seldon!

Larry Gordon: And another one bites the dust.

Linzi Martin: Hostile gave it a good go, but you really have to start wondering if anyone can beat Lisa Seldon.

Larry Gordon: I’ve been wondering that since she first won the title, nearly a year ago.

Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” begins to play loudly as Lisa stands up to her feet, with both the Rebel Pro and AOWF World Championships held high over her head. The camera flashes with the next show date of January 23, 2012 live at the Kingdome in Seattle, Washington for “Winter Blast”.

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Quick Results

Virgil Keenan defeated Jamie Flynn
Justin Case defeated JT Whiplash
Lisa Seldon defeated Hostile