The Civil War of REBEL Pro Part 2

The lame camera crew rushes in at the closing moments of this “friendly” meeting between Larry Gordon and Adrian Kalis.

Adrian Kalis: You understand you have no choice?

Gordon sits across from the young General and scoffs at whatever notion we’ve walked in on.

Larry Gordon: We’ll see about that, won’t we Adrian?

Adrian leans forward, tapping his index finger on the desk.

Adrian Kalis: When this night is over, REBEL Pro will be in flames Larry. And you? You will be fucking dead, old man.

Adrian twirls an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

Adrian Kalis: From the ashes, REBEL Pro will live on without you Gordon.

Larry Gordon: I always admired your family, so much ego even though none of ya’ll have the talent to back it up.

Adrian Kalis: Do I look like Justin Case to you?

Adrian slides over some sort of documentation to Gordon.

Adrian Kalis: It’s all there in black and white. Now, I believe you have matches to commentate on. Don’t you?

Gordon gets up, as does Adrian. He offers a bitter salute to Larry as Larry walks out. Adrian chucks off his suit jacket and throws it against his chair, loosening his tie.

Adrian Kalis: My old man always said it’s smart to keep one loaded in the chamber…

Adrian smirks as we cut from him, and pyros explode all across the Bell Centre to commence the show.

Barbed Wire MASSACRE 2012: Puppet Edition

Ummm…in case you’re wondering what you’re seeing here, it’s nothing. Absolutely nothing. We do hear voices though. Tiny puppet voices.

PuppetLisa: Will you hurry up with that stupid camera?

PuppetTeresa: Win wins inner ns wins.

PuppetLiza: She says she’s working on it.

A growl. A chainsaw starting. Sounds of said chainsaw going through wood. A collision, static, and a very fuzzy picture of some felty (cottony?) in

a top hat. The scene is shaken like a snow globe and come to some sort of focus. Stupid shitty camera. Why must you make us abuse you.

PuppetLiza: Hello, everybody! Welcome to Barbed Wire Massacre.

PuppetLiza is violently pushed to the side. New puffy arms take hold as we are met by evil, evil button eyes.

PuppetLisa: Bonjour, you cheese eating surrender monkeys!

PuppetLiza: I thought the surrender monkies were from France.

PuppetLisa: Your cloth twat is from France!

A sniffle.

PuppetLiza: Is not!

The lens suddenly spins around to give us a glance into a rather small hospital room. Besides the fact that there’s no way in hell the Stilted Wonder could ever fit in here (but fuck your logic), it seems to be like any another germ factory. There’s two other bodies here. The one-eyed ghetto looking thing lies on a bed that seems to be made out of cardboard and the entrails of Lamb Chop. He’s hooked onto fifty different machines that beep, buzz, and purr for no reason whatsoever. Meanwhile, his current roommate glares with his own icey blue button eyes and would like to protest this expolitation of their plight…if PuppetLisa could only stop batting around what’s left of his knee caps.

PuppetLiza: You really should stop that, you know. It’s bad enough he may never walk again. You’re hindering what progress can be had.

And for the first time ever, your favorite non-human seems to listen. She actually stops hitting the first of a trillion Strader clones, walks towards the Kalis clone, and stabs his arms with a scalpel. To her dismay, there’s no responce.

PuppetLiza: PuppetLisa!

PuppetLisa: WHAT?! I have to do something. This boredom is killing me, so I should be killing someone else. Like…hey, where’s the PuppetDrake?

A wheelie bed dashes by yelling something like “gofindpixieandaskhimhowmuchofa–” before fading off into the background. Apparently, we care not for you timelines.

PuppetLisa: Get back here, you!

She also dashes away, presumably chasing the bed. The Magical one hands the camera over.

PuppetLiza: I have to stop her. Here. You can have this for a while.

Then she sneaks off leaving a rather clueless PuppetStrader to speak. He only has one plea.

PuppetStrader: Get us the hell out of here.

And out we go.

Championship Series 1: Barbed Wire Hoodie Ninjas Match!

Bubba J & Anna Mathews versus The Hoodie Ninjas

DING DING

Abbey Graves: The following match… Makes no sense! But let’s do it anyways! In the ring already! In this corner. The cute, the adorable, REBEL Pro Aggression Champion… ANNA MATHEWS!

Anna waves, and smiles, and waves again. The crowd here loves her. The signs proclaiming “Dat Ass” are not lost on her.

Abbey Graves: In this corner! The drunk! The ugly! Ragin Redneck! REBEL Pro’s World Champion… BUBBA J!

Bubba doesn’t seem appreciative of being called drunk. He hasn’t even started drinking. Though he grabs a few more biere froids which confuses him, damn fucking French Canadians.

Abbey Graves: Their opponents!

“Hoodie Ninjas” by MC Chris hits and the 12 Hoodie Ninjas scurry forward and all bum rush the ring.

Abbey Graves: THE HOODIE NINJAS!!!!!

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: What a waste of our time.

Bubba slides out of the ring and rolls his eyes, chugging back the beers. The Ninjas all go for roundhouse kicks on Anna but she kicks them in the face with her own, and harder. They suddenly get terrified and drop.

Anna covers one of them.

1!

2!!

3!!!

Bubba J finishes his beers and burps.

Abbey Graves: Uhm… The winners of this match! Anna Mathews and Bubba J!

Linzi Martin: Brilliant!

Anna smiles and waves to her adoring fans, but Bubba J just gets through his eighth beer of the match with no care about it.

Linzi Martin: These two will meet later for the Aggression title. One of them is going to make history, Larry.

Larry Gordon: I don’t know which is worse.

Linzi Martin: I think you being a backstabbing cock sucker is worse.

Larry Gordon: Excuse me, little lady?

Linzi Martin: What? It’s true.

A Game of Stones

There’s a knock on the locker room door, and Adrian Kalis awaits no response before entering. He stomps, and salutes the man in the room.

Adrian Kalis: All Hail, brother.

Stone looks up as he finishes lacing his boots and salutes back.

Matt Stone: All Hail.

Stone crosses his arms and leans back, an inquisitive look on his face.

Matt Stone: The plans we made for tonight?

Adrian Kalis: It’s been set in stone.

Adrian lights the cigarette he had twirling earlier in the evening, and smirks. Matt rolls his eyes.

Adrian Kalis: Tonight, you and I destroy our enemy in one fatal blow and set the course right for REBEL Pro.

Matt Stone: Don’t worry, Liz is ready for her new role.

Adrian Kalis: Our new soldier is ready for his.

They seem like long lost friends, deviously scheming away.

Adrian Kalis: You know, a naked man has very few secrets.

Matt Stone: A flayed man has none?

They both laugh, those sick Canadian bastards, as we fade to ringside.

REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Barbed Wire Hangman Match

Jaice Wilds© versus Jack The Mackhammer©

The noose hangs down from the rafters, waiting to be used.

Abbey Graves: The following match is the Fecal Beagle title unification Hangman match! Introducing first.

“Animal” by Nickleback hits as Jaice Wilds steps out, thunderous cheers greeting him as he makes his way to the ring.

Abbey Graves: He is the Fecal Beagle Champion… JAICE WILDS!

Jack The Mackhammer comes running out as Jaice grabs a chair and slides into the ring.

Abbey Graves: And his opponent! Also the Fecal Beagle Champion… JACK THE MACKHAMMER!

DING DING

Mackhammer wastes no time yelling at Jaice, informing him he’s not walking out of here the loser. Jaice Wilds takes a seat on the steel chair he took from ringside and watches. Mackhammer grabs the barbed wire noose and pulls it around his neck, then tightens. He motions for someone to hoist it up. Jaice nods, impressed maybe? Probably not.

Larry Gordon: This is the kind of idiocy REBEL Pro has been reduced to since Kalis came.

1!

Linzi Martin: To be fair Larry, you introduced this title.

2!!

Jaice Wilds applauds.

3!!!

Larry Gordon: It was a gift, for Bobby Lee. It was never a real title, Linzi.

4!!!

Larry Gordon: Simon legitimized it, or tried to. But the AoWF never recognized it.

5!!!

Linzi Martin: Doesn’t matter, had sex.

6!!!

Mackhammer flails around, bleeding from his neck but smiling all the same.

7!!!

Larry Gordon: Excuse me?!

8!!!

Linzi Martin: Yeah!

9!!!

10!!!

DING DING DING

Abbey Graves: The winner of this match, JAICE WILDS! And UNDISPUTED Fecal Beagle Champion… JACK THE MACKHAMMER!

The noose lowers and Mackhammer falls to the canvas, loosening it up but happy all the same.

Abbey Graves: Sadly, as of this moment… The Fecal Beagle Championship has been retired.

Jack The Mackhammer has the saddest of panda looks on his face right now, in utter disbelief. He grabs the title and holds it close, the crowd cheers for him all the same. Jaice Wilds leaves and shrugs off all the wackiness. As he walks up the ramp Bobby Lee comes running out like a man on a mission. Bobby Lee slides into the ring and grabs the title out of Mackhammers hands. Jack screams in horror as Lee throws himself out of the ring and escapes through the crowd, wrapping the title around his head. It’s then we see two short, sickly things come running out from the back.

Linzi Martin: Are those aliens?

They look like two Gray Aliens from Zeti Reticuli, those who’ve been hunting Bobby Lee for years. But Bobby Lee, with a spotlight on him somewhere in the crowd shows he once again has the FB title protecting him. The aliens shriek and flee in horror. Jack The Mackhammer looks really confused right now.

Larry Gordon: My lord.

Linzi Martin: Yes, we are a professional wrestling organization.

The aliens do flips and other inane shit as they run back to their spaceship. Mackhammer rubs his bleeding neck and pouts.

Linzi Martin: And so ends the era of Fecal Beagle beer and their title. How sad for us all.

C’est Le Tapette

The camera opens up in the locker rooms, where Lucious Starr stands, inexplicably, by a vending machine. We watch as a few Canadians- *puke*- stroll past, watching as Lucious starts to down a Jones Cream Soda.

French Canadian Bastard: C’est Lucy Starr!! Tres incredible!!

Lucious Starr: Goddamn Canadians…

Lucious walks off, trying to lose the Canadians as we pan back to ringside.

Number One Contenders Trophy Battle Royal

Jack Spades vs. Reece Paxton vs. Umbra vs. Electra vs. Matt Stone vs. Virgil Keenan vs. Rocky Logan vs. Jacob Figgins

in the ring we have all the competitors already. Paxton, Figgins and Stone are all in one corner while the rest are spread out, keeping their backs to the ropes. The Order seems to be on the same page oddly regardless of words shared the previous weeks. They might be able to work as a team, for now. Everyone has their own brand of Barbed Wire, everyone except Matt Stone. There are several bats, but the most menacing one is in the hands of Virgil Keenan. Notable items are a Barbed wire gauntlet, wrapped tightly and intimidating around his hand and wrist. Reese holds in his hands about 3 feet worth of barbed wire, a whip perhaps.

Linzi Martin: “Well here we go, the Order looks to add the Number One Contender Trophy to their list of accolades”

Larry Gordon: “Yeah right, Virgil Keenan is ready to clean this up! The Order already made sure Justin couldn’t win this, they can’t stifle Keenan as well”

Linzi Martin: “We’ll see about that, All Hail!”

Right before the bell rings, someone is pushed down in the front row as someone hopes over the barricade. A chorus of cheers echo out of the crowd, alerting the members inside the ring to look out for merely a moment.

Linzi Martin: “Is that…?”

Larry Gordon: “Yes, it’s former Alliance Member Alexander O’Ryan! If he’s in this, I’m changing my pick!”

Ding Ding

Alexander Immediately makes a B-line for whoever is in front of him, blasting Jack spade over his head, crumbling him to the mat. Electra jumps on his back, locking in a sleeper, it stalls him for a moment before backward smashing her into the turnbuckle. She loosens her grip and with one more smash knocks her off. Steel chair still in hand Alex swings and connects with the top pad, electra dodging. O’ryan doesn’t get chance to keep his game focused as Figgins and Reese come in befrom behind, double teaming the man with orders echoing from Matt in the corner, avoiding conflict. Alex looses hold of his chair as Figgin’s and reese take turns beating down and whipping the man with their barbed wire.

Larry Gordon: “ Alex is taking a small beating here with the Order all over him!”

Linzi Martin: “The Order verbalized some trouble in the ranks over the weekend but it seems things are going alright for now.”

Virgil Keenan who at this time was fighting with Umbra gains an advantage, and drops Umbra with a DDT. Instead of breaking through and trying to eliminate the man, Keenan notices and see’s the double team effort on O’Ryan. Keenan takes a risk, taking his dropped bat and smashing it into Reese’s side, hitting the brunt of the back of the bat into Figgins’ gut. Alex gets to his feet and both men share a look. Double drop kick to the Order! Both men are to their feet and stare at Stone who has himself backed into a corner. Looking both ways he drops down and rolls through the bottom rope, getting to the outside. Keenan scoffs but isn’t given enough time to do much about it as Reese and Figgins’ both find their way to a vertical. O’Ryan and Keenan continue their momentary alliance, laying fists and elbows into their opponents. Figgy fights Virgil and finds himself with an advantage, chopping flesh away with his gauntlet hand. Reese has lost his wire and and resortsto more traditional battle, pushing Alex into the corner where he attempts to push him up and over. Matt Stone cheers them on from the outside.

Larry Gordon: “ Virgil and Alex have teamed up for what i can only imagine is a temporary alliance until the order has been taken out!”

Linzi Martin: “Jack Spade and Umbra are going at it in the background, Rocky and electra, and well.. Stone is hiding on the outside! Hell Funk Dog keeps running corner to corner keeping out of attention.”

Alex fights out of his situation with several elbow shots that staggers back the king of the north. O’Ryan uses his placement into the ring to fling himself from the top rope and cross bodies Reese with a SOLID move. Rolling through O’Ryan spurts to his feet, returning to favour to Virgil to had been backed into the ropes with a barbed wire steel chair to the back of Figgins. Figgy doesn’t go down but staggers, turning around into both Virgil and O’ryan grabbing him by the arm and neck, running along the ropes to the adjacent side, FLIN-no! Matt Stone from the outside grabs hold of Virgil’s foot, tripping him. Alex quickly looks back confused only to have Reese appear neck to him, and with him and FIggy combined, tosses him over the top rope!

Abby Graves: “ALEXANDER O’RYAN IS ELEMINATED!”

Larry Gordon:” O’Ryan is out! And he looks viciously pissed off!”

That he does, smashing his fists down on the announcer’s table. Virgil doesn’t look too impressed under his mask either, glaring at Stone who all but mocks him with his glare and smirk. Figgy and Reese seems proud of themselves eliminating a rather fresh wrestler. Alex gets escorted to the back, but he’s not happy about it. Amongst the commotion. Umbra leaps from the middle of nowhere with a bunch of wire, the one Reese had dropped, wrapping it around Virgil’s neck. Kennan immediately falls back, but the thumb wasn’t enough to shake him off as he is pressed into a rear Naked Choke, y’know… with barbed wire. The Order Ignore Keenan and go to work over Rocky Logan and Jack spade, leaving electra fighting funk dog . Virgil and Umbra roll on the mat as blood starts to seep from his neck, finally managing to get himself back to a vertical, repeating what Electra had done moment’s earlier. Umbra, being higher up, unloads himself on the top rope. Virgil gets away with the wire still around his neck, prying it away. Umbra leaps with an axe hammer only to get himself laid out with a counter jumping European uppercut.

Larry Gordon: “Virgil almost decapitated Umbra there with that European uppercut!”

Linzi martin: “ But Matt stays safe and sound outside the ring, he’s fresh and ready to go.”

Figgy and Reese both look a little annoyed at Matt taking the easy street in this battle royal, they don’t yet say anything. Umbra and Virgil are still fighting in the corner as Reese picks up Jack Spade and drops him down over Figgy’s knee, their time being taken up, but relatively cleaning house. Matt starts barking orders from the outside, seemingly directing their attention to Virgil Keenan, he wants him out now. Figgy and Reese kinda grunt before turning their heads towards the wrestler. Virgil Notices and whips Umbra towards them. The darker man flings himself into the air with a twirling cross body knocking both men down to their backs. Things aren’t over however as Virgil grasps the man from behind and Flings him over the top rope!

Abby Graves: “ UMBRA HAS BEEN ELIMINA-!”

Larry Gordon: “Oh god!”

SLAM, Umbra in a blind rage smacks the woman in the back of the head with nearby chair. She looks brutally out of it as she holds the back of her head! Ring side security and refs grab him by the arms and push him back, keeping him away from Graves who is being immediately tended to. Umbra keeps yelling he’s not out, he hasn’t been eliminated. The commotion on the outside hasn’t stopped the men inside as a slightly distracted Virgil gets himself toppled over and crushed by a German Suplex by Jacob Figgins. Reese and Jacob look like they are going to pick apart the former Aggression champion when Jack Spade and Electra, not impressed with their previous beatings lay into the two order members, giving Virgil breathing room as an unintended side effect.

Larry Gordon: “Poor Abby! What a monster!”

Linzi Martin: “I know right, who we gonna have announce the eliminations now?”

Linzi Martin: “What?”

Figgy and Reese get pushed back, Reese into the corner, Figgy into the adjacent ropes. Hells seems to break loose as Funy dog even brings the action to the table, picking the scraps of Virgil, who retreated to the corner. Pummeled into the ropes Figgy gets a little pissed when Stone yells at him for being a pussy. The comment urks him enough to grasp the woman’s hair and LAY A SERIES OF BARE KNEES INTO HER FACE! Electra looks like she has been murdered as she topples over in the center of the ring! Figgy gives Matt the middle finger and tells him to get his ass into the ring. Matt steps back biting his lip. Figgy scoffs and walks away, reaching into his trunks. He pulls out a barbed wire covered elbow pad. Loaded. With Hello kitty printed on it. The fans go absolutely berserk with Hello Kitty Chants! Figgy puts it on his non-barbed wired arm and taps it across the top rope pad. FUNK DOG DOES DOWN! ROCKY LOGAN GOES DOWN! JACK SPADE! ELECTRA IS PULLER TO HER FEEt, HELLO KITTY DOOM DOOM TRAIN TO THE OUTSIDE!~ KAWAII!~

Linzi Martin: “Uhh… Electra has.. been.. umm eliminated.”

The ring is empty of standing non-Order members as they all felt the wrath of cuteness. Reese and Figgins glance each other over and grab the nearest body being Jack Spade, prying him up against the ropes, looking to topple him to the outside. Only for Virgil Keenan to launch himself out of the opposite corner and grabbing , them all and lifting them up and over! REESE And FIGGY hold onto the outside dangling! Jack spade his the canvas outside being eliminated. Virgil keeps his speed with him, hitting the opposite ropes, heading back with a, COMBO BREAKER! Vrigl hits the mat hard and lays there as dead weight. Stone is finally in the match, And he Goes to eliminate REESE AND FIGGY! Jacob and Reese both counter, side stepping and letting Matt tumble backwards into the ring.

Larry Gordon: “Uh oh…”

Linzi Martin: “ This is where shit gets serious.”

Reese and Figgy step into the ring where Stone glares at them both and suddenly starts trying to talk his way out of the issue. Neither man have what it takes to deal with the bullshit and Matt can see it in his eyes. Matt Stone fires a right at Figgins, a right at Reese! Stone fights them both off for a moment until Reese and Figgy both get their feet back under them and they overwhelm their General. Virgil is still out of it and the Funk-dog Rocky logan combo seem to still be feeling the wrath of japan’s favourite elbow. Stone is tossed into the corner where Jacob runs up and slams his barbed wire gauntlet into Stone’s face! Reese follows up with a high foot. The beat down begins as Stone seems to begin bleeding. A low Blow! Another! Matt Stone drops down and out of the ring, tumbling out to the fan barricade. Figgy and Reese both hit the mat, rage fueling from their expressions.

Linzi martin: “Matt stone has played this match smart so far but it just seems like he’s pushed too many buttons with his team members.”

Gordon: “Getting to the outside at this point is not helping him right now. He’s made his move and it might have screwed him. Looks like he was gonna get himself rid of them, and toss a broken Virgil over the top.”

Jack spade is to hiss feet, having seen the damage, opts after Virgil instead, who still hasn’t done much moving since the Combo Breaker. Pulluing him to his feet by his head and trunks Spade goes to pick him up and toss him over the top rope, Only for the wrestler to push off the back of the clown. A shove forward and Spade hangs on the apron, Spinning off the ropes and one baseball slide later Virgil has eliminated spade!

Linzi martin: “Jack Spade has been eliminated!”

Rocky logan, funk dog, and both order members have found their feet while Virgil has slumped out of the ring. Figgy and Reese look to Matt but before they can do anything Logan and Funk have assaulted them from behind with barbed wire bats. They find it hard to defend themselves as they both get their chests bled in. Both members find themselves pummeled into different corners, and Matt can only smile as he rest just a little lo- SICK KICK! Virgil From the left and out of nowhere returns the favour, knocking Stone to the ground with a high boot. Back into the ring he goes. Stone rolls into the ring, with enough wits about him to grab a spool of wire and wrap his fist. Virgil, bleeding and battered follows him in and stalks him, looking to pry him off the mat. Falcon punch! The side of Virgil’s face is scraped and ripped as he stumbled back into the ropes, groggy.

Larry Gordon: “Matt Stone is finally in this thing and he’s throwing haymakers left and right.”

Attempting to toss Virgil out of the ring Stone charges with his barbed fist, knocking Virgil up and over and Elimina-No, Virgil catches the bottom rope and stays in. Stone presses his boot onto this hand trash talking as he does. Only for a barbed wire back to the side to get him off the elimination! Rocky logan and Funk have moved on from Reese and Figgy who are battered and beaten in opposite corners. They don’t seem to notice Virgil and continue a tag team beat down on the former PWA champ. Pushed into the ropes they pry a foot up and over. Matt starts pummeling rights into the foreheads but it doesn’t work out too much in his favour until they are both grasped and knocked over the top rope! Stone grasps the bottom rope and clings to in dear life as Paxton and Figgy wave to the fallen members.

Linzi Martin: “Funk dog and Rocky Logan have been eliminated!”

Larry Gordon: “the final 4, Virgil Vs… the Order.”

Linzi Martin: “Time for Virgil to put up or shut up.”

Virgil Has pulled himself into the ring, he watches Figgy and Reese argue amongst themselves as they debate tossing stone out right now, taking their eyes off the ring they forget about Virgil, and they accidentally allow Stone to roll back in. He gets up in their faces and demands they work together for now to be rid of Virgil before it’s too la- VIRGIL TOSSES FIGGY OUT OF THE RING! Matt stone and Reese nearly shit themselves as a blur of a bat and barbed wire fling by and nail Jacob out of the ring and to the matting outside! Matt stone and Reese do a guttural retort and attack the only non Order member left in the ring, knocking the bat out of his hand as they double team the masked wrestler.

Linzi Martin: “Jacob Figgins has been eliminated!”

Virgil fights back with fists, teeth, kicks, chops and every ounce of desperation he has left in his soul. Matt staggers back, Reese staggers back, Virgil has a spurt of success as he clobbers into both opponents! Counter! Rolling elbow! Virgil drops and holds his mask where the nose would be. Stone shakes himself off and the momentary weakness in the order is disappearing as both member stomp Virgil to mud in the middle of the ring. Figgy while eliminated and pissed off manages to collect himself for the greater of the order and toss the forgotten Barbed wire Chair into the ring. Stone collects it and smirks. Reese mounts the wrestler and proceeds to pummel elbows into the face of his opposition, Virgil seems rather motionless when Reese moves away and lets Stone javelin the chair down onto his gut. It’s a bloody beat down now as the barbed wire rips the stomach.

Larry Gordon: “Well, it looks like it’s down to stone and Reese.”

Stone makes the demand to pick the wrestler up and hold him steady. A sinister smirk grows over his face as a groggy and perhaps unconscious wrestler is deadlifted to his feet. SWING! SMASH! Busted wide open! Reese hits the mat! Virgil dodges and hits the ropes, a return and flying elbow! Stones down and the Chair goes tumbleing. Figgy looks worried on the outside, jumping to the apron, and being pulled back down by refs. Jacob is escorted to the back as Stone and Virgil return to their feet. Virgil staggers and stumbles into the ropes. He’s losing blood. Stone grabs the nearest weapon, Virgil’s own bat and rushes in, Virgil side steps, dumping Matt stone over! He catches himself on the top rope, grabbing Virgil with his feet! They are both on the apron! Teetering on defeat! Both men are hanging from the top rope, stumbling to get a flat foot on the apron. Stone get’s there first, hitting a swift kick to a hanging keenan. Virgil keeps on the

rope! Stone kicks the bullshit and bites the mother fucking life out of Virgil’s Finger!

Larry Gordon: “Stone is literally fighting tooth and nail for this!”

Linzi: “ Virgil’s got his footing!”

And that he does, grabbing Matt by his hair and choking him off the top rope! An elbow, and another free’s himself. Virgil steps back, As does mat, and as they do, they both catch in their peripheral Reese charging the two wrestlers! TAG TEAM HIP TOSS!

Linzi Martin: “REESE PAXTON IS ELIMINATED!”

Larry Gordon: “Holy shit, Virgil and Stone are the only men left in this! Virgil has almost defeated the Order!”

Linzi Martin: “It’s not over yet! Matt stone is still fighting, he’s got this in the bag!”

Virgil and Matt both look at each other and in unison make their escape back into the ring! Both men meet eyes once they’ve arrived, a pause for a moment as the fans roar in cheers, names being tossed in either direction. With that both men back up to their own corner. With a nod they both explode out, locking up! Stone makes a break to the behind, rear waist lock. Virgil switches it up, from behind he grabs both Stone’s arms from between his legs where he was trying to break the hold, flipping him onto his back. Hands are still intertwined as Stone rolls, crosses the arms and monkey flips the masked man onto his back. The arms are still locked! Stone untwirls the arms, bringing his opponent to a seated position, driving a knee into his back. Virgil feels his shoulders wrenched and pressed back. Fighting it off Virgil pushes himself to his feet with arms still locked, mule kick! Stone staggers back into the ropes, rolling along them till his hits the corner, refusing to have his back on the ropes. Virgil stands up and wipes his lip, charging the corner where Stone is. Stone dodges, only to have Virgil spring board off and land a twirling DD- Dropped onto the apron! Matt dumps the wrestler onto the apron, but his head is still caught. Elbows and fists don’t seem to assist him much as Virgil clenches the Front face lock in expertly. Virgil pulls him forward, he tries to suplex him over the top rope!

Larry Gordon: “Sweet jesus, can Matt Fight out of this!”

Linzi Martin: “ Stone is grabbing the top rope and won’t let go!”

Stone is teetering ont he top rope, but won’t let himself go over. Virgil changes tactics, stepping on the second rope, launching himself up and back down! Gullitean! Stone’s throat whips lashes off the top rope, giving Keenan a chance to roll back in. Capitalizing on the situation Virgil twirls stone around and gets a enzuguri for his efforts! Matt’s unable to immediately capitalize as he gasps for air, holding his neck, but primarily his throat. Virgil grabs the bottom rope trying to get back to his feet, he only manages his knees by the time a more pissed off Matt Stone appears with the coil of barbed wire again, whipping the wrestler across the chest. Keenan grasps his wound only to be whipped again. Turning back on Keenan tries to escape, another whip, another, and blood is seeping through small gashes. Stone gains a clear advantage until, during his escape attempts Virgil grabs the bat he brought into this fight, turning around to Stone who immediately backs off. Virgil uses the bat to stand, ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Stone wraps his fist again and side steps around the ring, agile and quick to dodge a few bat tosses that come his way. Virgil charges the corner and rips asunder the top pad, revealing the metal behind it. Stone connects with a cheap side jab that pushes Virgil into the corner, dropping the batt to the outside, another jab attempt and it connects, another, it connects, another and Virgil out straight roundhouse kicks Stone to the canvas.

Larry Gordon: “Each wrestler is fighting for this contender ship trophy like nothing else. Blood is littering the mat from people who have fought in this very match. “

Linzi: “Both wrestlers seem unable to let themselves be eliminated, it’s gonna come down so some serious hustle.”

Virgil runs at the ropes with Stone and tosses him over the top rope! Matt grabs on, though, staying on the apron. Virgil catches Matt with a straight right. Then a second one. Matt is leaning back, almost losing his balance. Keenan reels back for a third, but Stone quickly slides under the bottom rope and through Virgil’s legs. When Keenan turns around, he’s met with the C-c-c-c-combo Breaker! Keenan is propelled backwards, tipping on the ropes and Matt quickly reaches his hands out and pushes Virgil over the top and out of the ring!

Virgil Keenan Eliminated

Ding Ding

Stone lays back, holding his right arm high in the air as Sound of Madness plays throughout, Linzi jumping up

Linzi Martin: “Yes! He did it, Matt won!”

Larry Gordon: “He got lucky.

You Fucked Up

After the Battle Royale match, officials are out at ringside, doing some minor clean up and resetting the ring.

Umbra is walking in some darkened part of the backstage area of the arena, when he hears a faint voice.

???: “Hey there, stud.”

He stops for a second and turns around, and is immediately met face-to-face with ring announcer Abbey Graves.

Abbey: You fucked up, shadow boy.

And with that, a stiff chop across the chest shocks Umbra. Abbey then lands a fury of well placed kicks to the midsection, chest, and legs of Umbra, making him stumble backwards into the wall. She sends a few forearms into his masked face, and the camera picks up what he is saying as she lands these blows.

He fights back, pushing the smaller girl out of the corner, and landing a few shots of his own. Abbey falls to her ass, but pops up quickly with a surprise low blow. Umbra yells loudly, falling to his knees. Officials are in to break up the two, easily holding Abbey back.

Abbey: You put your hands on the wrong woman, you fucking twit. Next time I get my hands on you…..

She continues to yell as officials drag her away. Umbra gets to his feet, and tries to give chase, angrily shouting indistinguishable words. The officials hold him back, including Adrian who happened to be passing by. He finally steps back, and smirks.

Adrian Kalis: I smell a sexy time match… With, uh. You too Umbra.

If we could clearly see Umbra’s face, he’d probably show he’s none too happy with this.

Championship Series 2: REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Barbed Wire I Quit Match

Bubba J versus Anna Mathews©

“Love is All Around” or “Who Do You Love?” that is the question. Only one tune will cue the end of this Barbwire I Quit match that’ll decide the Aggression Championship. We’ve been waiting the entire night, let alone weeks to see Bubba J challenge Anna Mathews, and fucking hell are we rewarded exquisitely in blood and passion. Here’s the lowdown:

Linzi Martin: Jake Norton, welcome to the commentary table.

Jake Norton: Thank you! ^_^

Linzi Martin: What business do you have out here?

Jake Norton: Looking for a job as part of the booth, Lizzy. Can I call you Lizzy? Plus, I have a nice voice.

Linzi Martin: Something to compensate for your unfortunate mug.

Jake Norton: Let’s not get nasty. We’ve got Bubba J and Anna Mathews to do that for us!

Walking backward at a quick pace in a circular motion is Anna whilst Bubba follows like a southern hunter. Not long after three cycles does Bubba charge through the invisible path aiming for a takedown of sorts, but Anna’s flexibility unsurprisingly ruins the attempt by flipping completely over Bubba, seen in Anime and the like. Super-kick to the back of the neck staggers Bubba into the barbwire ropes, entrapping him via metal thorns piercing Bubba in the chest and right arm. Capitalizing, Anna rockets off the canvas to dropkick Bubba’s back, driving him further into the barbwire. As he moans, Anna tongues the inside corner of her lip while slightly squinting until deciding on something—

Jake Norton: NO

Linzi Martin: Diving cross-body!!

Jake Norton: THE ROPES BROKE! THEY’RE ENGULFED IN THE DEVIL’S VINES!

As the Cancerous one cried into his headset, Anna puts herself at risk to send both to the outside resulting no ropes (at least on this side of the ring) to keep them from falling out for the remainder of the match, if these two can even continue, that is. But who am I kidding? Anna’s reformation confirms this is only beginning, but blood seeps out of her arm, unless that’s Bubba’s mess. He’s not bleeding profusely but this isn’t an ideal start. Trying to untangle himself, Bubba also fights off mud stomping from the Lady of Batshit, but eventually goes mental himself and despite his pain, takes hold of Anna’s foot and pulls sharply, bringing Mathews onto her bum, which had barbwire to greet.

Jake Norton: Inhumane, that was.

Linzi Martin: Yes, but how else is Bubba suppose to get up?

Jake Norton: Aye, I wasn’t trying to build a case. Just stating the obvious!

Grimacing, Anna in retaliation kicks Bubba in the ribs as he gathers himself. Returning the favor, Bubba slugs the Dodo Queen with a slobber-producing punch to the chin, forcing her to smack against the concrete headfirst! Getting to his feet, finally, Bubba mounts a crawling Anna and decks the sides of her head with hard-hitting shots!

Jake Norton: Those hands belong to a 250 pound, 6 foot plus man who either desperately wants to become Champion of REBEL Pro or really despises cute quirky girls.

Linzi Martin: It began for the belts but I feel – as evident by the effort thus far – that heat is boiling between the two for the length each are willing to extend.

Jake Norton: Thankfully, I’ve never in my career had to wrestle in a barbwire match, but if I were either of these two, I’d try my damnedest to wrap this up quickly seeing how they still have to fight for the Heavyweight belt in a dog chain –

Linzi Martin: Clearly that’s what every wrestler would plan – unless you’re Bubba J who’s got a record so violent that it suggests he gets off on this, which is even worse for Anna – but remind yourself that this is an I Quit match. Do you honestly believe we’ll be finished shortly?

Regardless of Anna’s face being smashed against the guardrail at a vile rate; regardless of Bubba receiving a tilt-a-whirl spike DDT onto barbwire-slash-concrete; regardless of Bubba catapulting Anna into the ring post, then, with barbwire in hand, slides inside the ring to wrap said barbwire around both the post and a dazed Anna’s throat to choke her – applying more pressure by pushing both his feet against the turnbuckle that – I ain’t fucking exaggerating – nearly cause Anna’s eyes to bulge out of her teeny-bop head; regardless of Anna wrapping barbwire around her right boot to stomp a fucking hole into Bubba’s bathing suit area: neither competitor seem to have the intention of surrendering soon.

Jake Norton: Entering the twenty minute mark, Anna’s once beautiful face sports a crimson mask that will likely outrage feminists around the globe, and Bubba’s dick will probably need reattachment.

Linzi Martin: Both the Heavyweight Champion and the Aggression Champion slowly exchange shots, with Bubba relying on his bone-crushing fists while Anna depends on her nifty, stiffer than lumber kicks, blended with the occasional knife-edge chop.

Jake Norton: Blimey! Anna just chopped Bubba across the throat! That threw a wrench in the machine, didn’t it?

Linzi Martin: Springing from the apron, Anna follows with a somersault seated SENTON that–

Jake Norton: FUCK – LIZZY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!

A somersault seated senton brings Bubba spine-first against the commentator’s table, which remarkably didn’t break, but thoroughly ruins Bubba, and also, due to the table not breaking, Anna darted off Bubba’s shoulders for Linzi to eat 120 pounds of deadweight! With everyone laid out at ringside, except for Jake Norton who’s demanding medical assistance, naturally all in attendance roar giddily as if it were the best spot conceivable.

Jake Norton: Folks at home, I don’t know if you can hear me thanks to these marking fans, but my colleague is out-cold, Bubba is nursing himself, and Anna is clueless to what she just fucking did! Is this what REBEL Pro is like?! Should I expect mayhem like this weekly if I get hired?

With her hand on her head, as if it’ll stop the pain, Anna goes around the table to confront a rising Bubba. A knee to his ribs and an elbow to the spine kept Bubba at bay, and allowed Anna to shove the Georgian harshly beneath the bottom barbwire rope that clawed at his back. Entering the ring by other means (through the rope-less side), Anna, after several kicks to Bubba’s damaged back, takes a few steps backward to prepare herself. Dashing across the ring, Anna swings for a step up Enzu-

Jake Norton: GORE! GORE! GORE! Bubba J lays the Princess of Zany out with a Gore! Bubba countered with the great equalizer! With the Holy Ghost as my witness: Anna has been broken in half!

Both breathing heavily, drenched in blood, and at breaking point, once more, the iconic trade of punches commences. Seven hits later, Bubba knocks Anna silly with a uppercut, which is followed by a toe kick into a –

Jake Norton: STUNNER! STUNNER! BAH GAWD! BUBBA HIT THE STUNNER!

That he did! Anna goes flying backward into the turnbuckles, looking ever so brain-dead. Bubba looks like he’ll collapse at any moment, but he pushes forward. He charges into the turnbuckle, but,

Jake Norton: OH!! POSSUM PLAY!! TARANTULA! TARANTULA!

What the cockeyed British faggot means is Anna dodged Bubba’s attack by jumping over him, hooked her legs around his arms, draped over the top barbwire rope (ouch), and hooked her arms around both of his legs to secure the hold. With barbwire in-between them both and Anna’s constant jerking, Bubba suffers immense pain, as you would imagine.

Jake Norton: Usually the tarantula isn’t an ideal move to use for regular bouts because it disregards the rope-break, but here it’s perfectly legal! Bubba J has nowhere to go unless he can somehow find a—

Bubba J: GODDAMMITIQUITFUCK

Jake Norton: WELP – THERE YOU HAVE IT!

Coming Soon to an AoWF Near You!

The arena darkens, including the REBELTron.

Linzi Martin: The hell is this?

Larry Gordon: Canadians can’t pay their dang electricity bill. Especially here in French Canada. Too much poutine in the brain.

Suddenly, “Wait & Bleed” by Slipknot begins blasting through the speakers. The REBELTron begins to flicker as this image appears…

 

How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, is so very wrong.
I wish I didn’t like this…
is it a dream or a memory?

The image itself bleeds out from the REBELTron. The song stops, the lights turn back on…

Barbed Wire Tables Grudge Match

Jamie Shields versus Atticus Pike

Coming down the entrance ramp is Linzi Martin, who gets a lovely reaction, and is returning from backstage where officials had a doctor examine her for that nasty bump earlier in the Anna Mathews & Bubba J ‘I Quit’ match. Norton, of course, is still at ringside, so when she strolls toward the booth, he politely awaits her arrival to be seated and claps.

Jake Norton: How nice of you to rejoin us, Lizzy! I’m glad to see you’re okay.

Linzi Martin: …

Jake Norton: You are okay, yes?

Linzi Martin: Our next match pits Jamie Shields against PWA’s own Atticus Pike in a barbwire tables match. The difference between the regular and this special barbwire stipulation is in order to win: you must put your opponent through a table covered in barbwire. Which is why you see several of them setup along ringside but also a couple normal ones.

Jake Norton: That’s a bit complicated, isn’t it? Can’t win by simply putting a bloke through any but a specific table; though I suppose you must keep to the barbaric theme of the show, huh?

Shields and Pike: the showdown over worthwhile ambitions and healthy direction. Also an indication to who might survive another year, perhaps? Skipping the recyclable entrances, we’re gonna jump straight into the action because that’s all anyone cares about anyway. Pike, with a 6 inch advantage over the Brooklyn brawler, locks-up but Jamie being aware of Pike’s foremost technical background, knees Pike in the groin, scoops him up, displaying much power, walks a bit toward the barbwire ropes and slams him on top of them!! They each break as Pike falls through the three, hitting the apron with his upper back on the way down to the outside!

Jake Norton: That’s bloody two sides of the ring now without ropes! First came earlier in Anna vs. Bubba, and now we got this!?

Linzi Martin: That’s the uniqueness of this environment, Norton. Tonight’s surroundings provide an opportunity to cause utter devastation for your opponent, and mainly it’s how you go about it. Example being: this delayed scoop slam generally isn’t effective in anything other than temporarily robbing wind from its receiver, but in this peculiar case, the addition of barbwire and the apron took the effect to a whole other volume.

Revealing a trash can from beneath the ring; Jamie dumps its 32-gallons of moldy diary products onto Pike before throwing the Rubbermaid container at him, as well. “Eat up, stupid cripple!” Jamie insults while shoving rotten blueberry cheesecake muffin into Pike’s face. Searching for more garbage to use, Jamie is distracted long enough to take a low-blow from behind. Then, with his arm still against Jamie’s testies, Spike lifts him onto his back to drop for an Argentine Neckbreaker onto aforementioned trash can!

Jake Norton: Hercules Cutter!!

Linzi Martin: Resisting the urge to humiliate Shields, Pike opts out to bring an already setup non-barbwire table toward his hurt adversary.

Jake Norton: You’re half-right! Pike is spreading that bag of old homemade ricotta cheese across the table!

Linzi Martin: How did you know exactly what it was?

Jake Norton: That’s my trash can!

Once several forearms give Pike complete control over Shields, he hurriedly lifts Jamie overhead and switches into a vertical position to conclude in an awesome –

Jake Norton: OH REVERSAL!!

Linzi Martin: Sitout Facebuster through the table!!!?

Jake Norton: Why didn’t he just fucking transition into a DDT?! That likely hurt him more than it did Pike!

Linzi Martin: Let’s get a replay going. Okay, so Pike was going for a vertical suplex side slam, but just as Pike stalled, Jamie escapes and, fuck, look at how Jamie is pulling down Pike’s head! Combine that with a mouthful of wood and I’d say: no, Pike got fucked more so.

Unable to bear the pain, Pike curses up a storm as he slowly tries to stand. On the other hand, Shields is looking to wrap this up fast, as his literal ass-landing has put him off noticeably. But before he can drag a barbwire-covered table over to the site of previous table destruction, Pike rushes from his knees toward Shields and shoulder tackles him into the apron. Fans are shouting encouraging remarks at Pike in hopes of a capitalization, but that facebuster has boggled his mind some. It doesn’t take long for Shields to regain the offense by hammer-punching Pike repetitively on the head.

Jake Norton: Pike’s face reads thoughtlessness, Lizzy. Does REBEL exercise referee stoppage?

Linzi Martin: If it did, half of tonight’s show should’ve ended in stoppage for damn sure.

Shields doesn’t relent and he levels Pike down and out. Pike begins crawling away and uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. Shields comes in to finish him but out of no where Pike latches onto Shields, a torqueing DDT! CHAIRED! Pike falls onto Shields and covers.

1!

2!!

Shields puts his foot on the ropes, but the referee doesn’t see it!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Pike rolls out of the ring before the referee can even raise his hand. Shields sits up, rubbing his head and then shaking it when he realizes what happened.

Jake Norton: Did he just call the referee a gash?

Linzi Martin: Sounds like it! I can’t believe it, but Pike pulls off the win! Shields isn’t happy, and rightfully so. He had his foot on the ropes.

Jake Norton: I thought you rednecks had no rules, Lizzy?

Linzi Martin: Just a few, Jake!

Welcome Back

Adrian sits sifting through paper work at the General Managers desk, rubbing his eyes to stay awake, probably wondering why the fuck he’s doing any of it at all. Jeremy Gold meanwhile, polishes his nails with ten different colours.

Right, that’s right. Jeremy Gold is useless.

Jeremy Gold: So, which colour suits me Adrian?

Adrian pours himself a shot of Grey Goose, takes it, slamming the shot glass on the desk and sighing.

Adrian Kalis: The red, because I want to make you bleed right now. Why did my old man bring you into this position anyways? You don’t do shit.

Gold ponders it for a moment.

Jeremy Gold: He said something about using me as a human shield. But I’m like, Aaron! There’s no such thing as a human shield! Your dad’s so silly.

Adrian’s eyebrow cocks, and he nods. Seems legit.

Adrian Kalis: I’ll keep that in mind.

Knock. Knock. There’s a knock on the door, it seems. The door opens, but no one is there. But wait!

Lars: Hello, Adrian.

Adrian peers up from his paper work, a smile replacing his bitter look. The camera pans down, and we see a very, very short man with dirty blonde hair and a three piece Armani suit, made to fit.

Adrian Kalis: Lars Lombardi. Long time. I see you have…

Adrian rubs his head.

Lars: Hair. I know. Took a few years, but I grew it back.

Gold looks up, and he, for the first time EVER, has a menacing look on his face.

Jeremy Gold: Lombardi.

Lars clears his throat and nods.

Lars: Gold.

Adrian Kalis: Come, sit, sit. Have a drink with me. We’ve got a lot to discuss.

Lars: Yes, future of REBEL Pro and all that…

He pauses.

Lars: I do believe that tag team title match is commencing, hm?

Adrian Kalis: Yeah.

The camera crew takes their cue, and fucks off.

REBEL Pro Tag Team Championship Barbed Wire Cage Match

Flaming Nasties versus DrakeWolf©

As the referee calls all four men to the middle of the ring, we see Jeffery Drake speak.

Drake: You can’t run tonight Rob.

Phoenix: That’s funny Jeff. But it sounds like something I should tell you.

Phoenix kicks Drake in the side of his bad knee, causing him to go down on his knee. McNasty looks for a split second and is caught with a hard right hook to the head from Thunderwolf. Wolf throws a punch at the distracted Phoenix, who is stomping on Drake’s leg, but doesn’t connect as McNasty hooks his arm. Wolf looks back, and quickly spins to connect with another hook to McNasty. McNasty quickly shakes it off as he tackles Thunderwolf, and keeps running for the cage wall. Wolf thinks quick, and plants his feet hard. It only seems to slow McNasty down as he still inches Wolf’s back to the cage. Thunderwolf quickly clasps his hand, and slams a double axe handle down onto McNasty’s spine. McNasty grunts as he goes down to a knee. Wolf undoes McNasty’s arms, and quickly lifts a knee into McNasty’s face. McNasty crumbles to both knees as Wolf begins punching McNasty.

Meanwhile, Phoenix seems to be taking out weeks of frustration on Jeffery Drake. Phoenix already has drake’s leg looking worse than when he entered the match. Phoenix has a smug smirk on his face as he lifts his leg high, and brings it down straight towards Drake’s kneecap. Drake manages to catch Phoenix’s foot, and use him momentum to spin him. Phoenix stumbles towards the cage, but puts his hands on the ropes to regain his balance. Drake, still grounded, kicks Phoenix in the back of his knees; which puts Phoenix on his knees. As Phoenix climbs back to his feet, he turns to be met by Drake. Drake kicks him in the gut, and hooks him for the Hero’s Suplex. Drake lifts Phoenix up, and turns so they are both back to the cage wall.

McNasty has a bloodied lip from the brutal punches from Thunderwolf. McNasty is on his knees, spinning. T-Wolf pulls back, and goes for a brutal punch. However, McNasty catches the fist, and uses it to pull Thunderwolf in. McNasty hooks his head tightly under his arms. Then, he throws a leg back, before driving T-wolf’s face into the mat from three feet up with a brutal Implant DDT. McNasty rolls onto all fours, and turns to see Drake getting ready to lift Phoenix. McNasty almost scurries to move. As Drake turns his back to the cage, McNasty shoulder tackles his bad knee. The crowd groans, but not as much as when Drake falls backwards; still holding Phoenix. Phoenix’s back slams into the cage. And, as Drake falls, he lets go of Phoenix. This causes Phoenix to slide down the barb wire covered cage, back first, ending in a pile between the cage and ropes. You can hear women scream as Phoenix rolls back into the ring at lightning speed. He jumps to his feet from the adrenalin as we can see his back looks like someone took a cheese grater to it. Drake has backed himself into a corner as he adjusts the brace on his knee, which looks to be causing him great grief. McNasty eyes him, but Robinson quickly gets between them, and shoves McNasty away. Phoenix runs over to Drake and drags him up.

Thunderwolf collects himself and quickly returns to his feet, shaking off the effects of the DDT. As Phoenix shoves McNasty, Thunderwolf runs at McNasty, grabs the back of his head, and slams him to the mat with a face buster. Thunderwolf rolls off McNasty, and quickly hooks him in a camel clutch. With McNasty arms hooked on his legs, T-wolf sits back as far as he can. He then begins delivering elbows to the back of McNasty’s head.

In the opposite corner, Robinson lifts Drake’s leg, and steps over it before jumping and coming down on it. As they hit the mat, Phoenix twists Drake’s leg over his. Drake puts his hands on Phoenix’s mask, but Phoenix wrenches on the knee, twisting it. Drake lets go and strains backwards. Drakes had enough though as he finally clubs Phoenix in the back of the head. Phoenix doesn’t let go. Drake does it again, but still no give. Finally, Drake grabs the back of Phoenix’ head, and slams him face first into the mat. This stuns Phoenix enough for Drake to shove him off.

Meanwhile, Thunderwolf is trying to get McNasty to give. The ref asks McNasty if he will quit, but McNasty shakes no. One of his fists begins shaking, and McNasty frees his arm. Then, he frees the other. Thunderwolf abandons the camel clutch, and still sitting on McNasty, applies a rear naked choke. The ref is asking McNasty if he quits, but he shakes his head as he begins pushing up. McNasty gets to his knees, then begins to stand. One elbow to Wolf’s gut; followed by two more. Finally, McNasty slams his head back into Wolf’s face, grabs him around the neck, and drops down for a jaw breaker. Thunderwolf stumbles backwards as McNasty turns on a dime. McNasty runs up to Thunderwolf, grabs him by the neck and shoulder, and spins him before throwing him up and over the ropes into the barb wire cage. The fans let out a groan as he bounces off, still landing on his feet. McNasty, seeing an opening, runs at Thunderwolf for the Lights out! But, Wolf ducks the forearm, causing McNasty to screech to a halt in front of the cage wall. However, Thunderwolf grabs him by the shirt, and begins pressing him towards the cage. McNasty plants his boots, and grabs the top rope, as he tries to resist.

Drake has pulled himself back up. He looks to be having an incredibly hard time supporting himself as he pulls Phoenix to his feet while balancing on one leg. Drake yells to Wolf, and seems to point at McNasty. Wolf nods as Drake uses all his strength to whip Phoenix towards Thunderwolf. Wolf moves at the last second, causing Phoenix to slam into the back of McNasty. With all the momentum, McNasty eats the barb wire. McNasty’s body twists as he falls to the mat. Thunderwolf meanwhile clotheslines the rebounding Phoenix. Drake hollers that he has something special for Phoenix, so Wolf shrugs, and turns back to McNasty. McNasty lies in a growing puddle of blood around his head. Thunderwolf bends over and grabs a handful of hair. He pulls McNasty up to his knees, and locks in a sleeper. The blood is oozing from McNasty’s face.

Drake has hobbled over to Robinson. He bends over and grabs Robinson’s head, but Robinson surprises him by springing up just enough to have Drake hunched over him. Robinson slams his arm into the back of Drake’s knee. The fans go nuts as Robinson rises, Drake over his shoulders. Thunderwolf sees this, and lets McNasty drop, as he runs over and kicks Robinson’s leg out. Robinson doesn’t know what hit him as he falls back, Drake landing on top of him. Drake quickly rolls on Robinson, and hooks in the Miser’s Grasp! McNasty looks up, but as he pushes himself up, and springs forward towards Drake…Thunderwolf catches him in the side of the face with a boot. Drake lets the hold go when he realizes Phoenix just won’t tap out. Thunderwolf is at it with McNasty, but McNasty catches him with SAULT SLAM! Drake with The Hero’s Suplex on Phoenix! They both pin!

1! 1!

Linzi Martin: OH GOD I THINK THE REFEREE ONLY SEES DRAKE PINNING PHOENIX!

2! 2!

Larry Gordon: Awww, how sad for Mark.

3! 3!

McNasty gets off of Thunderwolf, feeling triumphant but then sees the referee raising Drake’s arm.

Maya: Here are your winners, AND STILL, REBEL PRO TAG CHAMPIONS, JEFFERY DRAKE, AND THUNDERWOLF!

The ref hands them their belts as they collect themselves, and leave the cage. McNasty begins to argue with the referee, but it doesn’t matter. The decision has been made. Phoenix is up and holding his head as he looks around. McNasty rushes Phoenix and clotheslines him to the canvas.

Linzi Martin: Oh snap! Who’s The Man?! Starts early!

McNasty climbs to the top rope and flies off! MALICIOUS INTENT!!!! MALICIOUS INTENT ON THE PHOENIX!!!

Larry Gordon: Wouldn’t want to be Phoenix right now.

McNasty exits the cage and motions for a belt around his waist, and receives great applause from the crowd here in Montreal.

Championship Series Final: REBEL Pro World Championship Barbed Wire Dog Chain Match

Anna Mathews versus Bubba J©

DING DING

Maya: Yeah!!!! HI! The next match is schedueled for ONE fall dicks and tits. Introducing the challenger!!!

Right off the bat, we get an unexpected surprise via Joan Jett vocals.

Who can turn the world on with a smile?

Who can take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?

Multicolored spotlights flash towards the curtain as the answer to those enternal questions springs on thru dressed as a Dada-styled Mary Tyler Moore. Streamers and baloons and fifty dollar bils are raining from the sky, leaving the crowd with no alternative but to blow the roof of the building.

Well, it’s you, girl and you should know it

Peach fuzz in every little movement

Heavy duty fireworks go boom. And Anna grins, squeals, bearly even looking at the ring.

You show that love is all around

No need to fake it

You can have the town

Why don’t you take it

You’re gonna make it after all

She bounces and twirls down the ramp, nearly falling down a few times from getting too dizzy.

How will you make it on your own?

This world is awfully big

And girl, this time, you’re all alone

A speedy pre-victory hand-slapping lap around the ring. Tee-hee. Pre-Victory. Followed by a baseball slide inside the ropes.

Well, it’s time you started livin’

It’s time you let someone else do some givin’

The Queen of the Dodos pops up, arms outstreched, blowing kisses, her big musical ta-da moment. Everybody has one of those, right?

Love is all around

No need to fake it

You can have the town

Why don’t you take it

You’re gonna make it after all

The hat is thrown up in the air. And thus ends perhaps the shortest full song entrance known at a flat minute. Maya stops being mesmerized for a second and snaps out of it.

Maya: She is the Victory Wrestling Car Crash Television Champion, the REBEL Pro Aggression Champion, one half of the PWA World Tag Team Champions and one half of the Alliance of Wrestling Federations World Tag Team Champions… SHE IS ANNNNNAAAAAA SEXXY AS FUCK MATHEWS!!!! YEAAAAAAH!

It’s at this moment everyone notices that behind the pomp & circumstance (No Woodo) of the entrance, Anna Mathews is still pretty torn up from her successful defense of the Aggression title earlier.

Larry Gordon: Does this woman even need any more titles? Why is she even in this match? And how much did she have to pay that mini Simon for this shot?

Linzi Martin: God I miss Norton now. Ugh. Just fuck off and die Larry. Fuck off. And die.

Maya: And THE CHAMPION!

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass

And you don’t want to clash

Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash

Cause I’m a badass

And this war is your last

You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear

When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off

To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

“Cause I’m a badass

And you don’t want to clash

Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash

Cause I’m a badass

And this war is your last

You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

Maya: Mmmmmm…

Maya dazes off for a moment, then snaps out of it.

Maya: RIGHT! Your REBEL Pro WORLD CHAMPION!!!! BUBBA “LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK BABY” J!!!!!

Bubba cocks an eyebrow as he looks at Maya, who throws him a wink. Bubba and Anna both show signs of wear and tear now. They get tied together by the referees, the chains of barbed wire wrap tight around their neck and connect them both. Anna and Bubba flinch as the chains tighten, but both wear thick gloves so their hands won’t get cut up constantly.

Linzi Martin: This won’t last long I bet.

DING DING DING

Bubba yanks the chain forward, the barbs sinking their teeth into Anna’s neck. Anna flies forward towards Bubba J who clotheslines her hard to the canvas. He wraps the barbed wire up in his hands and then wraps it around Anna Mathews’ waist. He pulls back, placing his foot down over her spine and putting her into a barbed wire variation of a surfboard stretch. Bubba is out for vengeance but Anna refuses to quit, even as the barbs sink into her stomach.

Larry Gordon: I don’t know who I want to die more.

Linzi Martin: Yourself?

Anna Mathews squirms and tries to get herself out of the predicament she now finds herself in. Clearly Bubba J is going unorthodox but he decides to start stomping down on her back. He flips her over and with the barbed wire still wrapped around her waist he starts stomping her chest and stomach to further rip the barbs into her flesh. Anna Mathews kicks Bubba in the shin. Bubba falls back, she yanks the chain now and takes him down to the canvas with her. She grabs onto the chain and wraps it around her fists and begins pounding Bubba’s face in until it’s all bloodied and gooey like a fresh period. Anna throws herself onto Bubba for the first pinfall attempt.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! Bubba kicks out!

Anna rolls away from him and gasps for air, the barbed wire dog chain choking her. Bubba grasps his neck with one hand while wiping away the blood from his face with the other. Both competitors are barely moving.

Larry Gordon: They’re already dead, what’s the point of this match? Stupid booking.

Linzi Martin: I think the point is to see who’s less dead than the other.

Anna gets to her feet first but Bubba J yanks the chain. She grabs it and puts her feet down hard to stop the choke and begins yanking back, but in this tug of war on brute strength only one can win. And it’s the big drunk guy. Bubba pulls Anna towards him and then rolls her up!

1!

Bubba pulls on her tights!

2!!

3!!!

Linzi Martin: WHAT?!

NO!!!! ANNA KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND YOU GOT TROLLED LOLOLOLOL

Larry Gordon: Bubba within a hair of retaining. I wonder if all this match will be is back and forth pins until one of them chokes on their own blood.

Anna Mathews gets back to her feet and hits a somersault flip on Bubba. Bubba yanks the chain and pulls her down to the canvas, gets to his feet and begins stomping down on her face all over again, then her back as she curls up to protect herself from as much damage as possible. Bubba stomps her lower back, literally attempting to kick the shit out of here. Bubba yanks her by the chain right back up to her feet and then lays her the fuck out with a spinebuster. Bubba J holds her head, and takes the chain and begins wrapping more of it around her neck. He then yanks it, tightening all that barbed wire and steel around her neck.

Linzi Martin: Bubba isn’t trying to win a wrestling match. He’s just trying to kill her.

Larry Gordon: Bubba never tries to win matches. He just tries to hurt people, and if he manages to hurt them more than they hurt him, well he wins.

Half the crowd cheers for Bubba, half the crowd cheers for Anna. Bubba J, his blood dripping down onto Anna is trying to ensure she passes out. Anna’s eyes seemingly begin to pop as she kicks, blood from the cuts in her neck coming on strong now, almost dangerously now. She makes one last ditch effort and focuses those kicks into Bubba J, one, two, three, four! Finally Bubba relents and falls back. Anna GASPS for air as she crawls away, unwrapping the barbed wire from her neck. Bubba is on all fours, the blood coming from him too. The ring is stained with their blood, mixed with the blood from everyone who’s competed all night.

Linzi Martin: When one splash of blood dries, we add some fresh blood.

Anna Mathews gets to her feet, barely. Bubba turns around and comes for her. He kicks her in the gut, spins around, grabs her by the neck… TRAILER PARK TRASH!

NO! Anna squirms out before Bubba can drop, instead she hits the BOOMERFLY KICK!!! The crowd goes NUTS! Anna Mathews collapses on Bubba J.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Linzi Martin: BAH GAWWWWWWD!!!!

Maya: HEY! VAGINA RUNS REBEL PRO AGAIN!

Maya gets yelled at.

Maya: RIGHT! The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW REBEL PRO WORLD CHAMPION…. ANNNNNNAAAAAAAA MATHEEEEEEEEEWSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

The referee drapes the title over Anna, and the officials begin removing the dog chains from both competitors. EMT’s come rushing out now, and place both of them on stretchers. But from the stretcher, Anna Mathews hoists the REBEL Pro World Championship up to the cheers of the crowd. Bubba looks to her and nods respectfully, and the crowd gives both of them a standing ovation.

Larry Gordon: Disgusting.

Linzi Martin: U Jelly?

The Civil War of REBEL Pro Part 3

Linzi Martin: And so now Anna Mathews is both REBEL Pro World and Aggression Champion. A first, isn’t it Larry?

Gordon removes his headset and gets up to leave.

Linzi Martin: Uhhhh…. Larry?

Gordon enters the ring to a chorus of boos. Unimpressed, he asks for a microphone.

Larry Gordon: Adrian! Get your yellow bellied ass out here.

Without much delay, The Order of Chaos’ Worldwide theme “Indestructible” hits and out steps a grinning Matt Stone, side by side with Adrian Kalis. The two Generals make their way to the ring and slide in. Adrian looks at Matt and they both nod to each other.

Larry Gordon: Do you honestly think I will let you take REBEL Pro away from me? That I don’t have a plan, boy? You think I didn’t come prepared for this?

“After The Flesh” hits and the crowd rises in surprise. Fley walks out from amongst the crowd, a knowing smirk on his face. Stone and Adrian take a cautious step back, surveying the arena.

Linzi Martin: We all know the Masters are like wolves. When you see the first one, you know you’re already surrounded.

Adrian rips the microphone from Gordon’s hands as Fley gets into the ring.

Adrian Kalis: This debate was over before it began, Gordon. I am taking full control of REBEL Pro. I have even made a compromise.

Gordon gets his own microphone, Fley pats him on the shoulder.

Larry Gordon: What’s that?

Adrian Kalis: I’m splitting REBEL Pro in half.

The crowd gasps, as Adrian reaches into the breast pocket of his suit carefully. He hands a dossier over to Gordon.

Adrian Kalis: All you need to do is sign it. You’ll be pleased to know, that, as a compromise, neither you nor I will be running REBEL Pro. This task will fall to two objective parties.

Gordon looks at Fley, as

Stone looks at Adrian.

Linzi Martin: Everyone’s scheming right now.

Larry Gordon: This splits the roster itself?

Gordon flips through the dossier.

Larry Gordon: REBEL Pro… Havok?

Adrian Kalis: We purchased the rights to the BWF shows. All we need is your signature, Gordon.

Gordon laughs.

Larry Gordon: You honestly think I’m going to sign this? Without having a lawyer look it over?

Stone and Adrian nod.

Adrian Kalis: Uh. Yeah. I do. My old man taught me one thing early on Larry.

Kalis smiles, turning his attention to Fley.

Adrian Kalis: Something my dear friend, “The Straight Shooter” Matt Stone knows about as well. Always keep one loaded in the Chamber.

Stone leans back, smirking as he tilts his head to the left. He makes his hand into a gun and fires at Fley. Fley doesn’t seem all that impressed by it, until we see a figure emerge from the crowd. He seems tall and slender, no one recognizes him. Fley turns around, as this man enters the ring.

Adrian Kalis: Chamber, ladies and gentlemen.

Adrian smiles.

Adrian Kalis: Isn’t he a peach?

Adrian points to Fley as Chamber gets on the top rope, Adrian leaps forward and grabs Larry Gordon by the waist, and flips him backwards, dropping, as Stone catches Gordon and breaks him with the C-C-C-C-C-COMBOBREAKER!!!! Fley looks at Gordon then back up at Chamber who brings a high knee strike to Fley’s face. Fley bounces off the canvas and that’s when Jeremy Gold slides out from under the ring, new found bravery following a win in a Victory Wrestling ring, with a barbed wire baseball bat. He throws it to Adrian and backs away. The entrance ramp ignites with a wall of flames as Gold pulls out special equipment from under the ring, surrounding the ring with the pyro of fire. It ignites as Gold flees.

Linzi Martin: This Chamber dude does NOT fuck around! And he’s kinda cute too!

Adrian Kalis: The flames make sure no Masters get any idea of interfering with this.

Fley looks down at Gordon as Stone drags the REBEL Pro President to the center of the ring. Chamber stands waiting for the next move. Fley holds onto the ropes, rubbing his jaw and looks up defiantly. All of the men have sweat trickling down their faces from the heat of the flames that surround the ring. The crowd in Montreal is all on their feet.

Adrian Kalis: It’s like, you know… The Drakeman had some kind words of advice for me during RP3T.

Adrian holds the barbed wire bat up before his face, looking it over carefully.

Adrian Kalis: The Order wouldn’t be able to defeat the Masters in a game of tit for tat. And while we enjoyed playing that game with you, seeing some of our people murdered… Violet Harper. Simon Kalis. Scott Nash Strader.

He swings the bat around. Fley gets to his feet and steps forward. Chamber watches him carefully as Stone steps up. Stone at one side, Chamber at the other, and Adrian before him.

Adrian Kalis: The Drakeman said I had to… Cut the head off the snake, I think. Some philosophical shit like that, he’s pretty old and creepy. So here we are Fley. Just over a month after the Masters thought they struck a fatal blow to the Order of Chaos. Yet here we are. In the heart of OoC country.

The crowd is thunderous with cheers, although there are quite a few boos from a large contingent of Masters of Armageddon fans. There’s a brawl in the front row which is quickly broken up, however. Fley remains fearless in the face of these odds.

Adrian Kalis: Our flag still waves.

Adrian points to the REBELTron, and the Order flags that flank it.

Adrian Kalis: Under the leadership of Matt Stone and myself, The Order of Chaos pressed the war to your door step Fley. And before you knew it? The Masters quieted. The storm calmed, the waves lapping at the shores of your arrogance subsided… And all we were left with was the reminder that when it comes to being good WRESTLERS… The Masters failed. Instead you hired cowards like Starr. Emo’s like Johnny Chaos.

Some fan at ringside marks the fuck out for Johnny Chaos. What an ass.

Adrian Kalis: Just when you thought your reign so assured, your dominance so… Set. In.

Matt Stone rolls his eyes.

Adrian Kalis: Stone.

Kalis nods.

Adrian Kalis: Here we are. There will be no mercy for you Fley. Not now. The Masters of Armageddon will suffer their fatal blow. Now. Here. Tonight. In REBEL fucking Pro…

Adrian pauses, then looks at Chamber.

Adrian Kalis: Chamber? Matt? Shall we?

Fley puts his guard up but Adrian leaps forward and sends out an elbow strike across his jaw, cracking him as Stone comes in with a left hook. Fley stumbles towards Chamber who has an angle kick ready for him, his shin connecting to Fley’s head. Adrian with a thrust kick, Stone with a clothesline, Chamber stomps on his head. Adrian and Matt seem quite impressed with Chamber. Adrian lifts Fley up by the neck and throws him into Chamber. Chamber with an elbow uppercut, and Fley stumbles into Adrian once more. But this time Fley drops back with his own elbow, cracking Adrian in the face. Fley reaches for Adrian’s barbed wire bat and a struggle ensues. Stone rushes forward but Gordon from his knees low blows Matt in a last ditch effort to stave off the attack. Chamber stands by, watching it all unfold. The Masters of Armageddon fans in the crowd are getting restless; one of them jumps the barricade but immediately gets tackled by a security guard. Chamber observes it all, as Fley manages to get the bat out of Adrian’s grasp and Stone clutches his groin in sudden pain.

Linzi Martin: The hell is going on?! I’m pretty sure this is where you step in and lay Fley out, Chamber!

Gordon is yelling to a ring crew member outside of the ring and this crew member heads back to the announcers table. Matt Stone has regained composure and grabs Larry Gordon by the face and pushes him into the corner. This crew member however shoves Linzi Martin out of the way and reaches under the announcers table and pulls out a six foot metal pole.

Linzi Martin: Oh you son of a bitch. That’s The Machine!

Adrian wraps his legs around Fley’s waist and his arms around Fley’s neck, trying to choke him out. Adrian yells at Chamber to step in, Chamber coldly observes without a word. In comes The Machine as Fley bashes Adrian backwards over the head with his own barbed wire baseball bat. Adrian releases the hold on Fley, and Fley drops the stupid bat for The Machine. He gets to his feet and swings at Stone, but Stone ducks. Gordon tackles Stone but Stone quickly gets Gordon off him, Larry having no chance against the Straight Shooter. Fley swings The Machine at Adrian and cracks him in the ribs. Adrian keels forward but grabs his barbed wire bat. Fley brings down The Machine over the back of Adrian’s head, putting him to his knees. Adrian from his knees swings and catches Fley in the leg, his barbed wire bat tearing Fley’s pants and flesh. Fley drops The Machine and falls to one knee holding his leg. Matt Stone comes up on him and hits Kneel Before Zod!

Linzi Martin: YEAH!

Adrian gets to his feet and cusses out Chamber, but Chamber doesn’t seem really bothered by Adrian’s words. Stone pulls handcuffs out and cuffs Fley’s hands behind his back. The crowd can sense what’s coming, and now Masters of Armageddon fans begin throwing garbage at the ring through the flames. Adrian gives an order to Chamber, Stone accentuates said order, but Chamber ignores them both. The Generals decide to ignore Chamber for now. Adrian picks the microphone back up.

Adrian Kalis: Did you realize who you were fucking with at Birthday Bash, Fley?! Did you think The Order would bow to you? Did you think we’d be destroyed by you?! Did you think cutting off our head would collapse us? Take a look.

Adrian points to Stone, then back to himself.

Adrian Kalis: Cut off one head, two more grow back in its place. Start the feed.

The REBELTron lights up, and we now go to a live view inside Montreal General Hospital a few blocks away. Simon Kalis remains comatose, tubes feeding him through his nose. Scott Nash Strader shares the room with him.

Adrian Kalis: Hey grandpa!

Adrian smirks, Scott scoffs. Stone keeps an eye keenly on Chamber for any sudden movements. Stone borrows the microphone from Adrian.

Matt Stone: Behold, Alex Faust. All he does is die.

Adrian places the edge of his barbed wire bat on Fley’s left shoulder, taking aim. Fley remains cold, no fear in his deep blue eyes.

Adrian Kalis: All Hail The King.

Adrian cocks the bat back, and then puts his weight behind the strike and cracks Fley viciously across the head. Fley hits the canvas, flesh tearing from the side of his face and blood gushing out. Adrian orders Chamber to lift Fley back up, but again, Chamber remains silent and ignores the commands. Adrian grunts, grabbing Fley by the neck and hoisting him back up to his knees. Fley wasn’t totally knocked out by the first strike, he looks up at Adrian and says something inaudible but it seems to get under Adrian’s skin. SNS applauds the strike from his hospital bed however, still relegated to bed and a wheelchair after his legs were broken.

Linzi Martin: Fley has this coming but… I don’t think I can watch.

Matt Stone knees Fley in the chest in one final act of disrespect before Adrian puts the bat on Fley’s right shoulder. Larry Gordon sits in a corner, watching it all fall apart. He looks through the dossier on REBEL Pro’s split that Adrian gave him, ignoring the violence. Adrian nods to his new best friend Stone and cocks the bat back.

SNS: Simon! Simon! Wake up!

On the REBELTron, we see Strader pull out a long stick and poke Simon.

SNS: You’re missing the best part.

Nurse: Mr. Strader! How many times have we told you not to poke Mr. Kalis?

The nurse grabs the stick from SNS.

SNS: Awww.

Matt Stone: ALL HAIL!

Adrian swings again, and this time Fley hits the canvas, bleeding all over his face, unconscious. There’s a few moments of convulsion before he stops moving. The crowds cheers are thunderous, but those loyal few to Fley boo loud enough that their dissent can be heard. Adrian now turns his attention to Chamber and orders him to grab Gordon. Chamber scoffs, ignores Adrian and steps right out of the ring. The fires surrounding the ring cease momentarily, allowing Chamber to leave before reigniting themselves. Adrian scoffs and yells at Chamber to get back but Chamber is oblivious to the young Kalis’ call, disappearing back through the crowd. Stone grabs Adrian by the shoulder and shakes his head.

Linzi Martin: That Chamber guy isn’t in The Order then? How confusing. And is Fley technically dead? This just adds to the image REBEL Pro has as the place to, in our Charming new World Champions words, murdernate people. Adrian grabs Larry Gordon and lifts him up, flipping through to the last page on the REBEL Pro document.

Adrian Kalis: Sign it, Larry. Sign it or end up like Fley over there. Do you really want that?

SNS laughs, particularly enjoying Gordon’s predicament. Simon Kalis remains dead, as it were.

Matt Stone: Just do it Larry, and you can walk out of this ring instead of on a stretcher.

Adrian lifts a pen out of Gordon’s suit breast pocket and hands it to him.

Adrian Kalis: Initial here, here and sign there and it’s done.

Gordon looks around, as if waiting for back up from The Masters of Armageddon, but they’re not coming. Gordon’s hands shake as he begins signing the papers. Gordon closes the dossier and hands it back to Adrian. Kalis looks at Stone and smiles.

Adrian Kalis: REBEL Pro will never be the same again, will it?

The flames at the entrance ramp now cease as well and The Order of Chaos pours out. Jacob Figgins, Duff Cote d’Ivoire, David Slayton, The Cowgirls from Hell, Jaice Wilds, Bubba J, Jethro Hayes and Reece Paxton. All pour out and get into the ring. Adrian lifts Gordon up and throws him out of the ring for good measure. Fley remains motionless in the center of the ring, but Stone and Adrian look out into the crowd, aware of the monster Chamber is somewhere out there. “Indestructible” hits once more as The Order of Chaos offers a final salute to the crowd, SNS joining in from his hospital room.

Linzi Martin: Poor Fley, he’s all dead.

We fade to one last shot of the bloody Fley…

QUICK RESULTS

Bubba J & Anna Mathews defeats The Hoodie Ninjas
Jaice Wilds defeats Jack The Mackammer, Jack becomes Undisputed FB Champ. Title retired.
Anna Mathews defeats Bubba J, retaining the RPW Aggression Championship
Matt Stone wins the Number One Contendership Trophy Battle Royale
Atticus Pike defeats Jamie Shields
DrakeWolf defeat Flaming Nasties to retain the RPW Tag Team Titles.
Anna Mathews defeats Bubba J to become the new REBEL Pro World Champion

The Civil War of REBEL Pro Part 1

As the pyro’s pop down, the crowd in the REBEL Arena here in Raleigh go NUTS!

Linzi Martin: This is Linzi Martin.

Larry Gordon: And Larry Gordon.

Martin sighs.

Linzi Martin: And we’re here, LIVE from Raleigh, North Carolina at The REBEL Arena for-

Before she can continue, “Seven Devils” by Florence & The Machines hits. The crowd jumps to their feet as Masakazu comes running out onto the stage, not in a suit, but in his Order of Chaos military garb. He leaps into the air and lands in a fighting stance center stage, and flames shoot up all around him.

Linzi Martin: Run, Larry. Run. You stupid fuck.

Larry Gordon: He won’t hit me.

Abbey Graves: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honour to introduce the REBEL Pro General Manager… ADRIAN KALIS!

Masakazu slaps the hands of the fans at ringside as he makes a swift pace towards the ring. He slides in and bows before Abbey Graves, taking the microphone from her hands.

Masakazu: LAAAAAARRY WHOREDON!

The crowd laughs, Gordon does not seem too amused.

Masakazu: How’s the heart feeling? You know, the heart paid for in Kalis money?

Masakazu leans over the ropes, facing Gordon.

Masakazu: How’s the life you’ve got? You know, the life you’re privileged to live because of what my family has done for you?

Larry Gordon: That was Simon, not you.

Masakazu: See folks, I’ve been tirelessly working with a crack team of the finest lawyers of Jewish descent money can buy. Now I realize that I have control over 49% of REBEL Pro. That gives you majority control, still. But what you didn’t count on was that this is far from a solid control over REBEL Pro, Larry. So. I’ve come with an ultimatum.

Masakazu reaches to his inside pocket and hands Abbey Graves an envelope. He instructs her to bring it to Larry. She does, and Larry quickly opens it up.

Masakazu: You’ve got two weeks, Larry. And at Barbed Wire Massacre I will take what is mine, it all depends on how much I take. And that part is up to you, Larry. You’ll find you have no real course of action to take but to accept my terms. Since you know, the money the Kalis Estate was pumping into your bank account ceased in April.

Mas smirks.

Masakazu: You could, of course, always ask your new friends in The Masters of Armageddon for financial assistance. If you can find them. I mean, since they’ve seemed to have gone all dead since The Order took it’s counter measures. So figure it out Larry, you know where I’ll be.

Jacob Figgins versus Jeremy Gold

The first match of the evening started off with a bang as Figgins tried to use his weight to push and punish the lighter Gold. The more technical Jacob used a variety of suplexes to keep the brawler off balance. but it was a mis-judged corner splash that gave the brawler from Russia a chance to get back into this match. Jeremy unloaded various strikes and kicks to the base of Figgins, also utilizing some backbreakers to wear down Jacob. The crowd nearly came out of their seats when Gold nailed a snap suplex off the ring apron onto the floor. But minutes later it was the Gutwrench suplex off the top ropes that brought everything back to even ground. In the end though, with Jeremy Gold being trapped in the Conspiracy Theory, Gold taps out and we have a winner

WINNER: Jacob Figgins

Justin Case versus Suukya’

We open up with a swift barrage of fists from Suukya, feel’n the hurt from being down talked recently. Justin doesn’t have his title taken off before he’s tossed to the outside shaken and battered, the match isn’t even begun. Suukya bounces off the ropes and dives through the ropes right into the Internet title. Justin catches his breath and tosses his opponent back into the ring where he proceeds to warm up tauntingly. Suukya gives the go ahead to begin and it goes no where as Justin runs rampid over his opponent with elbows and knees. A few suplex’s and Justin is just playing with his opponent. An attempt for a power bomb and things switch up with a hurricaneranna. Justin to his feet, arm drag. Fighting with a lot of heart Suukya gains the upper hand until he makes another mistake and Justin connects with a vicious DDT. A quick spit and agreement with himself that the match is over precedes an insulting boston crab, Suukya’s finisher, which leads to a rather abrupt and disappointing end to the match.

Winner: Justin Case

A Charming Segment

“Plush” brings out Jeffery Drake with one of the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts draped over his shoulder. He’s not dressed to compete tonight, in a tattered surf shop shirt, board shorts and the usual giant black brace around his left leg. He limps down to ringside, using the ringsteps to get himself up on the apron and slowly moves through the middle ropes, makes his way to the middle of the ring and waits until a production assistant brings him a mic.

Jeffery Drake: I know a lot of people don’t like me here in Rebel Pro. That’s fine. I’ve built a career around it.

The fans let him know that they don’t like him at the moment because he’s taking airtime away from actual wrestling.

Jeffery Drake: It’s an Order of Chaos world around here and I can accept that. I can accept the outrage over myself and Thunderwolf coming out of nowhere and sweeping away the tag belts. I can accept the hate from myself beating your World Heavyweight Champion last week and securing a spot as the next in line to hold the belt Bubba J’s been smashing bud bottles over the last month. I can even get over my name being misspelled on every RPW marquee and promo.

The crowd realizes this whining would have been their best opportunity to his the bathrooms and buy some merchandise – but it’s too late now.

Jeffery Drake: I can’t accept being booked in another match with the Phoenix and having him no show.

Drake hobbles over to the camera, holding out both hands – and now shouting to make sure the mic picks up his words.

Jeffery Drake: I’m appealing to everyone in the back. To Gordon. To Gold. To Masakazu. To Simon’s other eye. Whomever is calling the shots… bring me someone who cares about the profession that has built them into the person they are. Not Robinson. I’ve beaten him ten

times in four months. He didn’t even open his eyes for like six of those bouts. Don’t force McNasty into this. He’s a good kid. A little unfocused as we discovered in the build up for the RP3 Tournament – but he doesn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this.

He gives up on his appeal and turns back to the crowd.

Jeffery Drake: I plan to be hoisting your signature belt over my head soon. Bring in someone else for this match. Do the community a favor and start perpetuating the farce that is its Intercontinental Champion.

He drops the microphone. The first cheer he gets for the night as “Plush” starts up again. He limps back towards the backstage area.

Triple Threat Elimination Match

Umbra vs. Jason Arkertome vs. Jack Spades

The match starts off strong for Umbra as just as the bell rings, he runs at nails Arkertome with a huge Yakaza kick, knocking him down. Umbra immediately goes for the cover and gets the 3, eliminating Arkertome. Jack looks impressed as he tried to lock up with Umbra, who accepts and attempts to corner Spades who uses his speed and agility to dodge and avoid the bigger man. Finally Umbra charges Spades and crushes him between himself and the turnbuckle. Umbra holds this position steady and begins wailing on Spades with lefts and rights with no escape for Spades. However Spades finds an exit and as Umbra goes for another large left Spades slides down and ducks out between the bigger mans legs. Spades springboards himself skyward with the middle rope and lands a vicious heel kick to the side of Umbra’s head which sends the bigger man stumbling back. Spades with a vicious knife edge chop, then another! Then a third! Umbra isn’t playing and he grabs Spades by the head and smashes his head against Spades’s. Jack hits the canvas but is up quickly. He goes for a roundhouse kick but Umbra catches his leg and lifts him up by the leg throwing his body forward and catching him by the neck. As Umbra catches Spades by the neck he spins around and chokeslams Spades to the canvas. Spades is up but groggy and Umbra hits a double axe handle smash on Spades sending him right back to the canvas. Spades doesn’t understand the word quit though, he’s right back on his feet and as Umbra attempts to level him with a flying clothesline it’s easy for Spades to duck and dodge the move. Umbra hits the canvas and Spades springboards himself off of the top

rope and lands a senton splash right on the downed Umbra. Spades pins but only gets a 2 count as Umbra throws Spades off of him violently. Spades is back up though and on the attack. He exchanges blows with Umbra again but Umbra’s pack more power and he knocks Spades to the ground. Umbra then gets onto Spades and tried to pick him up on his shoulders, but Jack kicks his feet vigorously and flips the two so that Umbra is on Jack’s shoulders and is not in a perfect position, Jack drops to his kneels, driving Umbra’s head into the mat with the Laughter Kills! Umbra is out and Jack gets the pinfall

Winner: Jack Spades

The Expansion of REBEL Pro Part 1

We fade backstage as Masakazu slides aside a bunch of paper work, big smiles for whatever reason. He’s a Kalis, they’re fucking weird.

Masakazu: Well. Everything’s finalized. Welcome back to REBEL Pro.

Masakazu stands up and shakes the hand of some dude, we can’t see him. We assume he’s awesome.

Masakazu: Nice mask.

Quick Results

Jack Spades defeats Arkertome and Umbra
Jacob Figgins defeats Jeremy Gold
Justin Case defeats Suukya’

NEXT TIME, ON REBEL Pro!

In Association with the AoWF, We Bring You: BARBEDWIRE MASSACRE!

Live! May 14th, 2012 From The Centre Bell in Montreal, Quebec Canada!

RPW World Title Barbed Wire Dog Chain Match
Anna Mathews versus Bubba J©

RPW World Tag Team Title Barbed Wire Cage Match
Flaming Nasties versus DrakeWolf©

RPW Aggression Title Barbed Wire I Quit Match
Bubba J versus

Anna Mathews©

Number One Contender’s Trophy: Bring Your own Barbed Wire Weapon Battle Royale**

RPW Fecal Beagle Unification Barbed Wire Hangmans Match
Jaice Wilds© versus Jack The Mackhammer©

Barbed Wire Ninja Match
Bubba J & Anna Mathews versus The Hoodie Ninjas*

*The Hoodie Ninjas are permitted weapons, Anna & Bubba are not.
**Anyone can enter except current REBEL Pro Champions, so long as they RP by the special first deadline.

Who’s The Boss?

The camera cuts backstage, in to an office, where Larry Gordon is sitting at his desk, several papers placed on it. Gordon is sitting at the desk with a phone up to his ear and a smile on his face. The camera man and Marvin Humperdink walk in to the office, recording the entire while; Gordon has his back to the camera and no idea he’s being recorded. Marvin, thinking about this soldiers on.

Marvin: Mr. Gordon?

Larry spins around.

Larry Gordon: I’ll talk with you later, but thanks for the good news.

Marvin raises an eyebrow as Gordon places the phone in the cradle.

Marvin: Good news sir?

Gordon nods.

Larry Gordon: It seems that Mr. Simon Kalis was a bit premature in his assumption that his bastard of a son was going to be running this show and that the Kalis Dynasty would have full control of Rebel Pro.

Gordon is sitting there with a smirk on his face and a very confident look.

Marvin: Sir? So, are you back in full control of Rebel Pro.

Larry chuckles a bit.

Larry Gordon: Not this week, but there will be some legalities that need to be ironed out, but rest assure Marvin, I will be back at the helm before too much longer. Perhaps even by Barbed Wire Massacre.

Marvin seems to shrink at this news, he knows that there will probably be a pay cut in it for him.

Marvin: That soon sir?

Gordon sneers.

Larry Gordon: What? You don’t want me running the show anymore?!

Marvin seems to be cowering now, afraid of what to answer.

Marvin: Its not that sir….

Larry Gordon: Then what is it Marvin? What is your problem with me running this company?

Marvin: Nothing sir.

Larry Gordon: Simon claims to have done so much for this company, have gotten them nationally recognized, but I’m the one that originally carried them to Afghanistan backed at Armed Assault! Simon says a lot of shit, but that is all it is… a lot of shit. He’s nothing more t han your typical gangsta slug or thug, either description fits.

Gordon seems to be getting in to it, but Marvin is looking a bit worried.

Larry Gordon: And he got nothing more than what he has had coming to him for years! Him helping me and my doctor bills?! The Phoenix’s money is what paid for that! He seems to think that his 49 percent trumphs my 51 percent, well… evidentally all of that cocain that he’s done has melted his already cruelly unintelligent brain to nothing more than sludge. I am the owner of Rebel Pro! I am the man who is going to run this business! I am the man who when I say jump, everyone is to say how high!

Gordon is really in to it.

Larry Gordon: I was content to sit back and let him book the matches, the cards, set every thing up… but he wasn’t content with all that. Kalis had to try and go behind my back and claim to gain control, giving it to his bastard of a son, if I ever stepped a toe ot of line… well that bastard Masakazu can meet the same sticky and unfortunate end that his father met… if he puts one toenail, one nappy hair strand… across my path.

A secondary camera is down the hallway, outside of Gordon’s office… Masakazu is standing right outside of Gordon’s office, leaning up against the wall and taking it all in.

Larry Gordon(from inside his office): Now, Marvin, get the hell out of my office before I severely reprimand you in to the unemployed line!

{fade}

Jamie Shields vs. “The Show” Chad Kurtis

It’s the return of the show and the beginning of the show, how cool is that? Chad and Jamie start going at it right off the bat, choosing to try to have a wrestling match at the beginning with Jamie getting the early advantage, showcasing his relentless style with strong backhands and uppercuts. Kurtis tried to fight back, and was able to duck a kick from Jamie and grab his now exposed head, driving him down to the mat with a ddt. Chad hit the ropes and landed a moon Sault off the middle rope for a two count. Jamie got up and when Chad came back for a dropkick, simply side stepped him and dropped an elbow on his chest. Jamie covered for two. Kurtis fought back to his feet and started striking Jamie, who was covering up. Chad went to the ropes again for the springboard, but he was caught by Jamie in mid rotation. Jamie hoisted him up upon his shoulders and drove Kurtis down to the mat with the Burning Hammer. Chad was out as Jamie pinned him for the 1 2 3.

Winner: Jamie Shields

What An Effect

Masakazu leans back, loosening the tie of his suit.

Masakazu: Listen. I know the history between us, hasn’t been well… The most cordial. Nor the most respectful.

There’s a man in the chair opposite Mas, but we cannot see him. He remains silent.

Masakazu: You being an Apostle of Ares, us being your sworn enemy and all that. But times are different.

Masakazu slides a portfolio towards the man and smiles.

Masakazu: Your contract is ready. That’s a given between us. But… Your place in The Order. I am apologizing on behalf of us, for all the wrong we wrought upon you and yours. Consider the bonus in the contract an act of reparations. We need you though. I won’t lie, I won’t sugar coat it. So… What’d you say?

We see the arm extend, the man quietly shaking Masakazu’s hand as we fade…

Triple Threat Match

Rocky Logan vs. Electra vs. Jack Spades

The match started fast and furious, with all three competitors showing why they were the proverbial best of the bunch in this three way. Rocky and Jack started going at it early, Electra trying to stay out of the way. Rocky dropped Jack on his head with a hard brain buster before turning his attention to Electra. She tried to flirt her way out of harm, but she was nailed in the face by a hard right. Jack attacked Rocky from behind, but he was kneed in the gut for his trouble. Rocky hit the ropes, but Jack low bridged him out of the ring! Electra nearly stole the victory after hitting Jack with her Butterfly Effect, but before she could get the three, Rocky Logan snuck up behind her and caught her with the Reckless Abandonment, leaving Electra with no choice but to submit.

Winner: Rocky Logan

Chaotically Charming

Hey look! We’re backstage! Don’t you just love it when things like this happen out of nowhere? Meghan Strader sure doesn’t. I can tell because I’ve been stalking her for at least five minutes. The crowd pops as she swaggers towards her room, keeping a cautious eye out for any suspicious activity. Besides me, your cameraperson, there doesn’t seem to be any. How odd. Suddenly, she trips and nearly falls on a pair of stilts with moon boots on the ends.

Meghan : PuppetTeresa?!

PuppetTeresa: Win.

Meghan: What are you doing here?

PuppetTeresa: Wi-in win winny winner win.

The look on her face is one of cluelessness. It’s a shame she can’t translate retarded puppetese. Luckily, a head of rather yellow yarn hair and velvety awesome top hat peeks out from the cracked open door.

PuppetLiza: PuppetTeresa said she was trying to guard the door when she tripped on a quarter.

Then the dumb felt bitch realized who she was translating to.

PuppetLiza: Oh! We didn’t expect you this early!

With great haste, we’re finally allowed to see inside. The first thing to grasp our attention is two rather shifty members of Anna’s cult attempting to decorate with streamers. This job is difficult mainly because PuppetLisa is cracking a whip and saying really mean things. To the left, a new leather filled biker outfit is worn by a life sized statue of the Lady Strader. The right gives way to a shiny motorcycle, lovingly polished until specs of dust became afraid to touch it. And dead center standing on a rather wobbly stepladder, the Queen of the Dodos herself puts the finishing touches on yet another one of her edible masterpieces. She seems oblivious to everything as she shimmies to an imaginary song. As Meghan walks towards her, she notices the paper on the floor. Concert tickets galore. PuppetLisa shrugs.

PuppetLisa: Yeah. She tried finding a band, but nobody accepted the bribes. They didn’t really like my threats either. So she just bought tickets for everything evil, metal, and in between. I had to shoot her with a tranquilizer gun just to get her to stop. *CRACK!* Get back to work!

The men do, of course, resulting in one of them bumping the ladder. Anna flaps her arms trying to get her balance but ultimately falls. A look at Meghan seems to snap her out of her trance. A nervous giggle.

Anna: O hai.

Meghan: Hi… did you do this for me?

Anna smiles and nods at the ‘Agent of Chaos’. Meghan looks at her and blushes as she becomes bashful. The girls are interrupted by Jeremy Gold in a red tracksuit, hopped up on a fine Columbian export dancing to music on his iPod. If I hear correctly I think it is “It’s Hip To Be Square”.

JG: You’re up ladies!

Jeremy turns around wiggles his ass and dances out of the door way as Meghan helps her partner up.

The Order & Charms versus The Masters of Armageddon

Anna Mathews & Meghan Nash Strader versus Kvlt Drachen & Vicious

Special Guest Referee: ???

With everyone now in the ring, suddenly “Seven Devils” by Florence & The Machines hits and Masakazu steps out with an arrogant smirk.

Masakazu: I’m sure you’re all wondering who the special guest referee is meant to be tonight.

The crowd cheers, they are quite curious.

Masakazu: He’s a man whose name you’ll all know, quite well. The newest roster member of REBEL Pro, and the newest member of The Order of Chaos. I give you…

“Black Dwarf” by Candlemass hits, and the words “THE NEXT CONSPIRACY” come over the REBELTron.

Linzi Martin: No shit?

Masakzu: JACOB FIGGINS!!!

Mas high fives Figgins, who steps out with a smirk. Anna smiles, Meghan laughs but the two Masters do not seem as pleasant about this as the two women. Masakazu steps backstage as Figgins gets into the ring and waves to the throngs of cheering REBEL Pro fans.

Larry Gordon: I am sick and tired of Masakazu’s interferences.
Linzi Martin: But you should be happy to see Jacob Figgins in REBEL Pro, cause that’s fuckin’ huge.
Larry Gordon: Hmph.
The two teams look ready to go but Jacob Figgins orders them both back to their corners in preparation for a pat down. Jacob moves first to Kvlt but decides against putting his hands anywhere near him and turns instead to Vicious. Jacob then gets down on his knees and checks Vicious shoes – who grunts, rolls his eyes and misses completely when Anna Mathews comes up over Figgins back and smashes Vicious with a knee between the eyes.

Vicious spills out of the ropes as Meghan crosses the ring and crushes Kvlt against the corner with a knee. Kvlt tosses her aside but gets met with a kick upside the head by Anna, sending him staggering into the ring. Kvlt tries to shake toe cobwebs out but Anna and Meghan are on him quick and send him into the post. Meghan then shoots Anna across the ring, who leaps into a Cartwheel to Backspring Elbow, connecting hard with his face as she spills over the ropes. Meghan then looks for the follow up but runs right into his grasp as Kvlt steps forward with Belly-to-Belly Suplex into the post, spiking her head first into the canvas.

Meghan sits balled up in a heap in the corner as Kvlt pulls his way free, unaware of Anna Mathews preparing a Springboard attack. As Anna goes up though Vicious grabs hold of a leg and drags her down, smacking her face first off the apron before tossing her back into the rail. Vicious then slides back into the ring as Kvlt gets Meghan tied up into the Tree of Woe.

Kvlt slides out behind Meghan, pulls back her wrists and gleefully twists her back into the buckles. Meghan screams at the top of her lungs in a mix of pain and just sheer blind frustration as Vicious moseys up in front of her, takes a swing and rips a chop across her stomach.

With no way to get at him Meghan resorts to spitting at him which only pushes Vicious to hit her harder still. Vicious then fires of a wicked series of chops before leaving her for the opposite corner. Kvlt meanwhile lets go of her arms in favour of her neck, choking her from the outside while leaning in and saying something we can only assume to be of a disgusting sexual nature. Jacob Figgins does his best to warn him off and even starts a count, knowing full well that there’s fuck all he can do, what with there being no rules.

Vicious squats down in the corner and lets Kvlt get his fill before crossing the ring and smashing Meghan between the eyes with a Dropkick, sending the spit and teeth flying.

Vicious gets back up and heads for the ropes again, shoving aside Figgins who returns a warning but keeps his distance for the time being. Vicious then steps forward into another run but stops in his tracks as he sees Anna hurtling toward him with a Flying Crossbody.

Vicious is quickly back to his feet as Anna rolls through, slips under a Clothesline and dives into a Tope Con Hilo, sending her and Kvlt into the rail. Vicious tries to keep the momentum up for his team but walks right into Meghan’s clutches as manages to pull herself up and catch him in a ¾ Chinlock. Meghan then kicks her way off the ropes, turns in mid air and slams him face down with the Acid Drop.

Meghan leaps onto the cover.

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Vicious pushes free from a fast count and rolls toward the ropes for a breath. He doesn’t get it though as Anna kicks him back under the ropes to Meghan, who drags him back up to his feet and puts him right back down with a Legsweep as Anna doubles it up with a Flying Dropkick. The two then race back to their feet with Meghan catching Kvlt on the apron with a Shoulderblock while Anna gets Vicious in place. The two then attempt to get Kvlt up for a Suplex, but find it going the other way as Kvlt takes them over the ropes.

Anna falls loose the floor and just barely lands on her feet while Meghan catches the ropes and manages to land beside him on the apron. Kvlt tries to cut her down with a Lariat but Meghan gets there first with a kick in the stomach. She then tries to splatter him off the apron with a DDT but Kvlt grips her waist tight and drops to a knee, holding her in place for Vicious to crack her in the back of the head with a Northern Lariat. Kvlt then dumps her to the floor.

Vicious drags Anna back to the ring as Kvlt goes looking for some plunder. Anna tries to shake the cobwebs loose but finds herself pinned down in the corner as Vicious grinds a knee into her throat. Figgins warns him and eventually puts a hand on him, forcing Vicious to break off his attack and send Figgins across the ring. Figgins goes down to a knee and Vicious snaps a few words at him, unfortunately for him Figgy is far from hurt, and as Vicious goes to turn away Figgy comes up with the Hello Kitty elbow pad slipped on and crushes his jaw with a brutal Roaring Elbow.

Figgins looks quite pleased with himself and turns and walks right into Kvlt, who shatters his face with a Barbedwire chair.

Kvlt makes a point of grinding the chair against his face and then tearing it off, letting the barbs pierce and then rip through his flesh. Kvlt then tosses the chair aside for the moment and turns his attention piece of plywood he dumps in the centre of the ring. Kvlt then produces a bottle of lighter fluid and holds it high, earning a few horrified calls from the crowd.

Anna tries to catch Vicious off guard with a kick but gets caught over his arm and then sent flying with a Capture Suplex, crumpling her in a heap by the ropes. Vicious then dusts himself off and gets to his feet as Kvlt tosses Meghan into his hands. Vicious then lines Meghan up for the Aurora Suplex as Kvlt douses the board, but Meghan manages to elbow her way out of his hands and then falls forward, bundling Vicious and Kvlt over.

Vicious fires into the ropes, aiming to take her head off with a Clothesline, only to be dropped as Anna pulls down the ropes, letting him flop to the outside. Meghan Meanwhile drops Kvlt with a kick and prepares to finish him with the Pedigree, but Kvlt arches back and dumps her on the mat. Anna doesn’t let him rest though and flies into him with a Basement Dropkick.

Anna slams the barbedwire chair onto his chest and then makes for the apron. Anna then tosses herself up onto the second rope, bounces to the top and then leaps into 630, only to come crashing down on the chair propped up on his knees.

Anna limps away, puncture wounds already streaming from under her shirt as Kvlt sets on her, gets her into the air and cracks her neck against the canvas with a Lyger Bomb.

Meghan tries to get into the ring for the save but Vicious pulls her around and whips her into the ring steps. Meghan staggers back and swings at him, only to end up caught and driven into the floor with a T-Bone Suplex. Back in the ring Kvlt finally gets his wish and spreads the last few drops of lighter fluid on the board, rips a match and then sets it alight.

Kvlt drags Anna up by the hair and thumps her with a knee to soften her up. He then gets her up onto a shoulder and turns toward the flaming board. He smiles a grave smile as he gets up under her arms.

Kvlt pushes Anna into the air but loses his grip, letting her fall down behind him. Anna lands on her feet and Kvlt tries to get after her, but gets dropped with a kick in the back of his knees. Kvlt lands on all fours and Anna capitalises, leaping up with a Double Stomp that smashes his face off the flaming board.

Kvlt smothers the board but sees his mask go up in ablaze and throws himself to the outside. Anna tries to get after him but Vicious is on her from behind and drops her with a horrid German Suplex. Anna rolls free and Vicious follows, dragging her up by the hair. He doesn’t get any further than that though as Meghan smashes the barbedwire chair deep into his back, dropping him to his knees. Anna shakes him off and thrusts him at Meghan, who walks him into a kick and quickly doubles his arms before splattering his face off the chair with the Pedigree.

Meghan flops onto a pin as Anna slaps Figgins awake.

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That Shit’s McNasty

We open to find former REBEL Tag Champ Mark McNatsy in the office of Masakazu. Mas has a very stoic look on his face as he sits behind a desk, staring across it at the standing McNasty.

Mas: I have no problem giving Grade A Nastyness another tag title shot. I simply want to know where your associate is.

McNasty smirks as he leans down and calmly puts his hands on the desk.

McNasty: WELLLL Mr. Meshuggah,

Mas cuts him off.

Mas: That’s Masakazu.

McNasty lets out a small laugh.

McNasty: Sorry, my bad. Like I said Mr. Michelin…

Mas sighs.

McNasty: Alex is sort of preoccupied. He won’t be able to make the pay per view. But come on! I’m sure you could find someone on my level who could draw in the ratings like I do.

Mas puts his fore finger and thumb on his chin; he rubs it for a second.

Mas: Ok Mark, you have a deal. Come back in an hour, and you’ll find out your partner for your tag title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre.

McNasty: Aw thanks! You’re the best Mr. Mitsubishi!

McNasty turns and walks out of the office as Masakazu puts his face in his hand. He looks up, sighs, and picks up the phone.

AoWF King o’Extreme Championship Handicap Match

Justin Case & The Wiz versus Enika Engel©

Enika Engel entered the ring confident, her confidence only outdone by Justin Case’s hubris. The match starts and The Wiz quickly falls back to let Case start things off. Case and Enika tie up, Case using his size and strength hits a snap suplex on Enika. Enika’s right back up, and Case immediately grapples her again and takes her down with a fishermans suplex. The Wiz takes his cane and begins bashing Engel’s face in. Case begins stomping down on her chest and abdomen as well. He lifts Enika up The Benchmark! He covers! 1! 2! NO!!! Enika kicks out! She quickly rolls out of the ring, smartly recovering and regrouping herself. The Wiz taps his cane on the canvas, and Justin Case signals for her to bring it.

Enika grabs a lead pipe from under the ring and gets back in. The Wiz, feeling braver, lunges at her. But Enika hits him with some pink mist in the eyes, blinding the Wiz. The Wiz runs back blindly, barely missing Justin Case. Enika is in the ring and swings the lead pipe like a bat, cracking Case hard over the head. She wails on him with it, again and again, and again and again. Case however, grabs her and whips her to the ropes. She comes back and hits Ante-Up! On The Wiz, who’s still blind, sending him crashing to the canvas. Case grabs her and hits a German suplex, but Enika, still with lead pipe in hand, cracks him over the head as she recovers from the assault. She hits a springboard spinning wheel kick on Case, sending him over the top rope. With one final blast from the lead pipe to the already downed Wiz, she covers.

1!

2!!

Case slides into the ring.

3!!!

Case is too late!

DING DING DING

Abbey Graves: The winner of this match, and STILL AoWF King of Extreme Champion…. ENIKA ENGEL!!!!

Alliance of Warriors?

The camera cuts backstage, showing Bubba J there, Rebel Pro World title over his shoulder, and a cooler in his left hand, walking down the hallway. The effects of his match with Emily Corlen are still evident on his body as he marches towards the camera. After a few steps, he comes to a door, just stopping and staring at it as though he’s trying to read it, but you can tell that he’s going through emmotions in his head about the name.

“This is bigger than one person. This is bigger than any one individual. This is bigger than any of us have realized.”

The camera pans to show the name on the door as Bubba J’s scarred hand knocks not so gently on the wood. Bubba J waits as a crack appears in between the door and the frame; the profile of Emily’s face coming into the sliver.

Emily: “What do you want?”

Bubba J looks at her.

Bubba J: “Can you at least let me in?”

Emily swings the door wide, motioning for Bubba J to come on in. Emily goes back to sitting on a somewhat comfortable chair, also still showing the injuries from their match. Bubba J stands over her, her seeming relaxed, if still in some pain; after all Bubba J’s the same, it was a hell of a match.

Emily: “You wanted… what exactly?”

Bubba J stares at Emily.

~One minute later~

Emily is still staring at Bubba J.

~One minute later~

They are still staring at each other, neithers’ expression is changing.

Its like both are sizing up the other, seeing just what, we aren’t sure.

Bubba J: “That was one of the toughest battles that I’ve ever been in. I knew that you’d be tough… but Emily…”

He seems to gather himself, his thoughts returning to the battle.

Bubba J: “You are the toughest bitch that I’ve faced in the AOWF.”

He nods… out of respect towards Emily? The crowd is silent in the arena, Bubba J doesn’t give compliments… hardly at all. Its a momentous occasion.

Emily Corlen: “”

Bubba J: “But that ain’t why I’m here Emily.”

Emily raises an eyebrow in wonderment.

Bubba J: “I’m fucking tired of what they are doing.”

He doesn’t have to explain, she knows exactly who he is talking about. Emily looks at him, nodding in agreement.

Emily Corlen: “”

Bubba looks at her, just staring and grabbing all of his thoughts.

Bubba J: “This is bigger than any one of us.”

He tosses the belt down on the ground.

Bubba J: “As much as I respect this federation, as much as I hate to stand beside anyone. As much as I’ve done wrong and by myself in the past.”

He sticks out his hand. Emily just looks at it, then back up to Bubba J with a question in her eyes.

Bubba J: “We’ve never really liked each other. But Emily, you proved something to me at Birthday Bash. You proved yourself to me… and that means something really big to me. I am glad that there is someone like you in The Order. I’m glad that you are the tough bitch that you are. And I have but one last question for you.”

He motions outside of the room, Emily just waits.

Bubba J: “They are getting too big, they are getting too powerful, they are getting way out of control… So…, stand beside me?”

Emily looks into Bubba J’s eyes, trying to read his soul. Emily’s trying to read his expression, if he means it, if he’s tricking her because he is a Masters minion.

Emily waits, contemplating it as she continues to read his eyes and thinks about all of his words.

Emily Corlen: “”

Emily sticks out her hand, but Bubba J has drawn back, shaking his head. Emily looks taken aback and is in a defensive stance, ready for the attack as she looks around. Bubba J is digging in the cooler, the sound of ice sloshing around. Emily just stares as Bubba J pulls out 2 Ying Ling beers, reaching one out to her.

Bubba J: “I don’t know if you drink, but this is how I sign a deal…”

He holds the ice covered and cold beer out to her.

Bubba J: “With a beer.”

Bubba J: “I don’t know if you drink…”

Emily pops both her and Bubba J’s beer bottle top, and begins to chug as he joins her. They then clink empty bottles before staring at each other.

Both: “Rebel Pro… FUCK! YEAH!”

Jeffrey Drake & Thunderwolf vs. Hardcore Entertainment

We come back from commercial to see that both teams are already in the ring. Well, Bubba J is in the ring, so is Jeffery Drake; and their partners are on the apron waiting

to be tagged in.

Ding Ding

Linzi Martin: You know that I cannot stand you by now.

Larry Gordon: People do what they have to do Linzi, and remember that I can fire you at any time.

Bubba J nails Drake with a right hand, but the legend fires back with one of his own and this match is under way. Bubba J with another right, Drake with a second of his own; these two are going toe to toe in the center of t he ring. Bubba J throws a seventh right hand, but Drake absorbs the blow, turning it in to a wristlock and taking Bubba J down with an arm drag. Bubba J rolls up under, nailing Drake with his left fist instead and bringing up a knee in to Drake’s crotch. Drake, the veteran that he is, blocks the knee, but has to absorb the weaker left fist to the chin. J with a headbutt, but Drake responds with one in kind to the Ragin’ Redneck.

Linzi Martin: ….

Larry Gordon: You refuse to call the match… and I’ll refuse to continue signing your paychecks.

Linzi Martin: They are punching each other fans, what. hot. hectic. action.

Larry Gordon: A little more inflection Linzi, that raise may be flushed down the toilet.

Drake pulls J up, whipping him in to the corner as Vincent and Thunderwolf watch on in calm fascination. Drake nails J in the midsection with his good knee, reaching out for a tag, but Bubba J shoves him away with a fist in his gut. Drake doubles over, Bubba J off the ropes with a big knee lift in to his face that knocks him down. Bubba J reaches for a tag in to Vincent, but Drake trips him up, causing him to slam his chin on the canvas. Bubba J turns over, kicking out at Drake and reaching up for the tag, but Drake yanks him away from the long reach of Black on the apron. Drake and Bubba J get back up to their knees, exchanging rights and lefts in the very center of the ring, but neither is getting an advantage, despite the age of Drake and the inexperience of Bubba J.

Linzi Martin: They are back to punching like drunk monkeys.

Larry Gordon: This is wonderful, two of the MOA’s enemies beating the hell out of each other, makes our job much easier.

Linzi Martin: That of running and only attacking when the odds are in your favor?

Larry Gordon: You must pick your battles Linzi, take them out when you can and leave when you can’t.

Drake with a faint, Bubba J bites and Drake nails him with an elbow to the temple that really rocks the redneck hard. Bubba J falls back, but Drake pulls him forward in to a fist to the mouth and a secondary move of a headbutt to the nose. Bubba J isn’t bleeding, but at this pace it won’t be long. Drake pulls himself up to his feet, reaching over to Thunderwolf, but Bubba J catches him with a double fist right to his balls and Drake crumbles like a sack of bricks, barely before making the tag to Wolf. Bubba J crawls forward, locking in an anklelock, but its more to pull Drake back from his corner. Bubba J releases the hold, whipping Drake in to a neutral corner, but he quickly follows in with a lifted knee into Drake’s midsection, doubling him over. However, Bubba J the nice guy that he is, stands Drake up with a stiff uppercut to his chin. Bubba J begins to literally stomp a mudhole in Drake’s midsection until he is in a seated position in the corner. Bubba J goes across the ring, running back and looking for a Bronco Buster!

Larry Gordon: That is good for MOA business.

Linzi Martin: Drake manages to move out of the way just in time, but leaves a fist there for good measure.

Bubba J is rolling around in pain, and Drake is still recovering as well, but on the outside. Bubba J continues rolling and falls over the edge.

Larry Gordon: He must be wrestling drunk again, but that is Simon’s World Champion?

Linzi Martin: Yes it is and Mr. Kalis is a wonderful man, and so is Masakazu!

Larry Gordon: So, which one gets you first? Or do they share now that Simon is married?

Linzi Martin: You bastar…

Larry Gordon: I forgot, Simon isn’t capable of doing much of anything at the present… is he?

Linzi refuses to say another word meanwhile Drake and Bubba J are each tugging on a steel chair under the ring. Bubba J has the feet of the chair and Drake the back of the chair, they both crawl under to see what is keeping the chair, they see each other. Drake with a right under the ring and Bubba J returns the favor. These two men are fighting under the ring as Wolf and Vincent continue to watch on, content to let these two duke it out and remain as fresh as they can. Drake shoves backwards, but Bubba J rolls to the left and comes up with a wrench. J swings the wrench, but Drake is just barely able to block it with the chair. The fans can’t see what is going on, but they hear the sounds of combat under the ring and all of a sudden white mist comes out from under the ring.

Larry Gordon: Someone get a camera under that ring, or else they will be severely repremanded!

A camera guy obliges, sticking the camera under the ring and the feed going to the Rebel-tron, which was called Megavision, and not sure if it has been changed now. The camera catches Bubba J’s bleeding lip and Drake’s bleeding temple before J slings the extinguisher at Drake’s forehead. Drake rolls out of the way and the camera’s lense is smashed into bits from the impact with the hard metal of the extinguisher. The camera man slides back, a few pieces of glass sticking in to the flesh around his face, it was some explosion I tell you.

Larry Gordon: Damn it! I want to see them destroy each other!

Linzi Martin: Well, looks like you won’t, unless you spend some cash and get better cameras… and braver camera men.

The camera man, that she is referring to as a weiny, is crying and leaving the building in a freaking hurry. Jimmy Johnson, the senior referee, is under the ring trying to get the two men to come out, but he’s shoved backwards in to the railing with a bleeding nose and a busted lip as well. Bubba J comes out, but right beside him is Drake, both looking like if Jimmy Johnson messes with them again, it won’t be as nice as it just was. Drake looks at J, nailing him with a punch to the jaw as well as a knee braced gang greenous knee to the ribs. Bubba J falls against the steps, Drake with a running start lands a hard knee, right where Bubba J’s head just was; the redneck moving just in time. Drake is hurt now, holding at his bad wheel and here comes J, board to the knee and Drake howls in obvious pain and torture. J slams the board down again and again on the knee. Drake tries to crawl under the ring, but J pulls him back out quickly, but Drake got what he wanted, a forgotten Pepsi 20 ounce. Bubba J leans over, Drake sprays it in to his eyes, the soda burning and causing temporary blindness.

Larry Gordon: Finally we are back to seeing them destroy each other.

Linzi Martin: At least Vincent and Thunderwolf aren’t giving you the destruction you want.

Larry Gordon: We’ll see what can be done about that.

Gordon gets on his phone and immediately curses.

Larry Gordon: This was signed to be a regular tag match, with Rebel Pro rules!

Linzi Martin: Meaning, they have to tag in to the match… hahahahahahaha.

Drake nails Bubba J with a ring step, limping over, and slamming it down on to his head before whipping him in to the railing. Drake comes back with another running knee, this one connecting and Bubba J manages to pull him over the railing and to the crowd. Bubba J pounds away at Drake, but Drake is also pounding away at Bubba J; neither man really getting much of an advantage and not for long in this match. Bubba J whips Drake in to the railing and delivers a clothesline that sends both men over and back to ringside.

Larry Gordon: I want more blood and torn flesh!

Linzi Martin: And I want you to take a bath and not to have been a dirty back stabbing son of a bitch! But we don’t all get what we want.

Bubba J drags Drake to the ring before rolling him in and following him in afterwards. Bubba J leans forward to tag in Vincent, but Drake kicks his knee, causing J to fall backwards and in to a rollup!

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Two…

Bubba J kicks out and up to his feet, Drake up as well, sending J down with a elbow shot to the face. Drake rushes forward, but J grabs the back of his trunks before the tag is made, just about a half of an inch to go, and rolls him up from behind!

One…

Two…

Drake throws a shoulder up, kicking out and up to his feet. They come together in a collar and elbow, Bubba J forcing Drake to the ropes, but Drake quickly spinning around and J is in the corner. Drake with several stiff face and body shots to weaken the Ragin’ Redneck, but he goes for one blow too many as Bubba J whips them both around and nails Drake with a right of his own. J with a headbutt in to Drake’s chest before doing another mudhole stomp to nearly get him in a seated position. Bubba J yanks on the hair, pulling him back up and slamming an elbow in to his temple. Bubba J drags Drake over for a tag, sure to get it this time… Drake goes for The Hero’s Suplex(Bridging Fisherman’s Suplex) but still the tag isn’t made!
He nails it!

One…

Two…

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Abbey Graves: Winners of the match, garanteeing Jeffery Drake a Rebel Pro World Title shot… the team of Thunderwolf and Jeffery Drake!

“Plush” by the Stone Temple Pilots hits up in the speakers as Jeffery Drake and Thunderwolf stand tall in the center of the ring, victorious.

That Shit’s McNasty: THE REDUX

We find Masakazu in his office. We hear a knock at the door.

Mas: Come in.

The door swings open, and in walks an incredibly excited Mark McNasty.

McNasty: Hey! So, what’s the good news?

Mas is the one to smirk now.

Mas: Well Mark, as you stated, I was indeed able to find someone of your caliber, who can certainly bring in the fans. I had to check a few forms, contracts, and the such… but you are indeed getting a legend of a partner.

McNasty sits down in front of the desk. He leans back and crosses his legs; a glowing look on his face.

McNasty: Really? Do tell.

Mas: See, as it turns out, this person owed us one more match before they left. Problem was, we didn’t bother trying to collect…as they usually didn’t show.

McNasty: Makes sense.

Mas: But now, since a shot at gold is on the line, we figure it won’t be a problem.

McNasty: Sounds like good incentive to me.

Mas: So, at Barbed Wire Massacre, it will be Mark McNasty, teaming with, THE PHOENIX!

The fans erupt. They can’t believe what they are hearing. Neither can McNasty who falls over backwards in the chair and rolls over himself. He springs back to his feet.

McNasty: WHAT?!?!?! Have you not been paying attention to PWA where you also work?!?! Robinson is trying to get me canned! AND YOU WANT ME TO TEAM WITH HIM???

Mas just smirks.

Mas: I want nothing. You signed a contract to compete at Barbed Wire Massacre. You said you didn’t care who I found. So…I found you someone. Best of luck in your match Mark.

McNasty rubs his forehead, before slowly turning, and walking out. Masakazu makes a jerk off motion with his hands near his crotch, and with that eloquent moment, Aggression ends.

QUICK RESULTS

Jamie Shields defeats Chad Kurtis
Rocky Logan defeats Electra & Jack Spades
Anna & MNS defeat Kvlt & Vicious
Enika Engel defeats Justin Case & The Wiz, retaining the AoWF KoE Championship
DrakeWolf defeats Hardcore Entertainment, gaining Drake a REBEL Pro World Title Shot

Dear REBEL Pro;

If you are seeing this message, my worst fears have been realized. Larry Gordon has sided with the Masters, and plunged REBEL Pro into disarray and chaos. After I came in and saved REBEL Pro from the bankruptcy Larry Gordon put this company in. After I came in, and paid for the best medical care money could buy for Larry Gordon so he could have a few more years on this earth. After I came in and doubled, or tripled, all of your salaries, those who work for REBEL Pro.

After I befriended him, he has turned out to be a turn coat of the highest nature. I cannot say what he has done, or what The Masters of Armageddon have perpetrated against either myself or the Order of Chaos or REBEL Pro as a whole. Whatever it was, if you are seeing this then it was clearly so severe I am unable to physically be there to react.

Luckily, I am a smart business man. And a young street kid doesn’t go from the projects to a multi millionare over fifteen years by lacking intelligence. The last Aggression we held, was in Durham, North Carolina. The seat of REBEL Pro. I filed an injunction with the court to disbar and prevent Larry Gordon from retaking control of the company due to his poor health, and as a sub context, his even poorer decision making. Let me make it perfectly clear, I am taking the 51% that Larry Gordon owns of REBEL Pro away from him. I am offering him a nice settlement, and he can retire in peace. If he refuses, I will leave him homeless with a spaghetti stained t-shirt and shit covered tighty whities. The fact of the matter is he has conspired to see physical harm inflicted upon me.

And neither he, nor I, are wrestlers. This demands legal action. And legal

action is what I shall take, even if it is from the grave. This legal action will see the end of Larry Gordon, and 100% control of REBEL Pro turned over to my estate. As for the Masters? Their fall will come. This is a

cycle that repeats ad nauseum. They knew their plans would crumble before they even began. When you work that side of the war, you must be prepared for the eventual fall. I was. How do you think I became PWA World Champion after the fall of the Order in 2010, when all others faltered and disappeared?

Because I was, I am, The Last Superstar. The last true superstar of a bygone era. And if you think for a single second that whatever you did to me will destroy me? You don’t know Simon Kalis. I do not know what you’ve done to me as I write this, but I do know this.

Cut me open, my wounds will heal. My blood will stop seeping. My pain will be temporary. Bash my head, I will regain consciousness. Slash me, only a scar will remain. It matters not what you do to me.

Even if you crucify me, I will rise again.

Sincerely,
The Last Superstar.
Simon Kalis.

Welcome to Aggression

Linzi Martin: I’m not doing this if Larry comes out here. I’m just saying.

We fade in and we see Linzi Martin alone at the announcers desk.

Linzi Martin: I’ve never been more disgusted in my life than I was last week in Afghanistan, folks.

Suddenly “I’m A REBEL!” hits, and the crowd here in Durham greets Larry Gordon with a chorus of booing. Larry stands atop the stage, a giant “MoA Supreme” banner above the REBELTron overshadows the ring. Chants of “SELL OUT” ring out through the arena, Larry Gordon is coy and ignores them all as he makes his way to the ring.

Linzi Martin: No. No. Fuck this. I quit.

Linzi gets up from her seat and throws her headset off. Larry Gordon approaches her, shaking his head. Linzi Martin yells at him obscenely, before slapping him across the face and angrily making her exit up the entrance ramp. Larry Gordon sits down.

Larry Gordon: Now that the drama is out of the way, folks.

As Linzi makes it up the entrance ramp, “Seven Devils” by Florence & The Machines hits. Masakazu steps out, decked in head to toe in OoC military garb. He stops Linzi, and they share a few words.

Larry Gordon: What the hell is this?

He grabs Linzi, and pulls her in closely in order to whisper into her ear. She steps back, wiping the tears from her eyes and nods. She heads back down the ramp, followed by Masakazu. Masakazu slaps hands with fans as he gets to ringside, circling the ring. He stops in front of Larry Gordon and motions his thumb cutting across his throat, before pointing at Gordon.

Larry Gordon: I’m not scared of you, kid.

Masakazu reaches into his breast pocket and hands Gordon a stapled stack of papers.

Linzi Martin: You’re a dirty treacherous son of a bitch, Larry. I hope you like the good news.

Masakazu circles back and makes his way up the ramp without saying a word.

Larry Gordon: Masakazu is now General Manager and President of REBEL Pro?! That can’t happen.

Linzi Martin: It just did, asshole. Enjoy your day in court.

Bye Jenny, Hello Abbey

The camera pans the arena, showing the hordes of screaming REBEL fans, before panning to the ring. In the ring stands Marvin Humperdink with a microphone.

MARVIN: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the unfortunate accident Jenny Jersey suffered at Birthday Bash, a wonderful woman has stepped in to volunteer to do ring announcing duties until Jenny jersey can join us again in REBEL!

Linzi Martin: What makes you think she wants to come back?

“Walking Dead” by Heartsounds begins to play, and out from the back comes a small brunette girl, wearing a seductively-cut REBEL t-shirt and daisy dukes. The men in the crowd whistle as she smiles and waves.

MARVIN: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, from Boston, Massachusetts, ABBEY GRAVES!

Ms. Graves walks up the stairs, and wiggles between the first and second ropes. Her music dies out as Marvin hands her the microphone, and she smiles and begins to speak with a very thick Boston accent.

Abbey Graves: Yo, thanks an’ whatnawt. I’m wicked psyched to be heeaaa!

The crowd goes quiet before she smiles and giggles. The next time she talk, her accent is gone and she sounds like any other northeastern United States citizen.

Abbey Graves: No, I’m only kidding. But, welcome, REBEL fans, to MONDAY NIGHT AGGRESSION!

The crowd explodes with cheers as fireworks come off the REBELTron.

REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match

Jaice Wilds versus Jack The Mackhammer

The match starts off with Jaice and Jack exchanging blows. Jaice flying around the ring, using an aerial assault that includes springboard shenanigans and hurricanranas on Jack The Mackhammer. Yet suddenly from backstage, Bobby Lee comes running out. He’s chasing Jeremy Gold, who runs into the ring and gets mowed down by a flying head scissors kick from Jaice Wilds. Wilds hops onto the top rope as Bobby Lee enters the ring and begins punching Mackhammer and Gold. Gold begins to cry and throws himself out of the ring. Mackhammer grabs Bobby Lee up, and lays him flat with his finisher The Mackhammer! Jaice comes off the top rope and hits Aerial Ace on Jack! Gold however slides back into the ring with a steel chair, and cracks Jaice over the head with it. Jaice hit’s the canvas, and lands on top of Mackhammer. Gold quickly puts Mackhammers arm over Jaice, and Jaice’s arm over Mackhammer. Satisfied with his work he leaves as the referee makes the count.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Abbey Graves: Hrm… As a result of a DRAW, there are NEWWWWW Fecal Beagle CO CHAMPIONS… Jack The Mackhammr AND Jaice Wilds!!!

Suukya’ versus Rocky Logan

Suukya’ makes his official REBEL Pro debut against Rocky Logan, who’s looking to revitalize his RPW career and remind people why he’s so super awesome. This quickly becomes a one sided affair, with Rocky Logan living up to his “Wreckless” name as he unleashes a barrage of MMA styled strikes. For a few moments Logan takes Suukya’ up into a torture rack, but Suukya’ manages to escape and lay in a few shots of his own finally. Suukya’ with a series of snap suplexes, but each time Rocky comes right back and dishes punishment back. Logan out of no where with Wreckless Abondonment!!! He covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Abbey Graves: The winner of this match, “WRECKLESS!” ROCKY LOGAN!!!!!

Kvlt Drachen versus Jamie Shields

This match starts off with Kvlt immediately going for Jamie Shield’s bum knee, but it doesn’t work. This match quickly turned into a spot fest as Shields hit Annihilation on Kvlt, pushing him up right into the corner turnbuckle with this spear. Shields shows off his brawling skills, which just involves tons of punches to

the face but at least Kvlt has a mask on. Kvlt however fights back, elbow to the temple of Shields and then a running power bomb into the other corner of the ring. Kvlt follows it up with a lariat, but as Shields regains his composure, Shields with a running dropkick sends Kvlt down to the canvas. Shields lifts Kvlt up and then slams Kvlt’s face down as he lifts his own knee up, cracking Kvlt’s face off his good knee. Kvlt grapples up with Shields again, and goes for a jackknife power bomb but Shields slips through and then hits CATACYLSM on Kvlt! He covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!!

Larry Gordon: Well damn. I didn’t think Kvlt would fall against Shields.

Linzi Martin: Shut the fuck up, Larry.

We fade to a single shot of Jamie Shields having his arm raised, his career definitely back on the right track.

Quick Results

Jack The Mackhammer and Jaice Wilds draw, making them Co Champions of the Fecal Beagle title.
Rocky Logan defeats Suukya’ in brutal fashion.
Jamie Shields defeats Kvlt Drachen. Fuck the MoA.

Welcome to Sunny Afghanistan

Same grainy black and white footage, as though from a cell phone.

“Yes, your tickets are in the PO Box that we agreed on.”
He waits.

“The key is already in your possession I take it?”

The man smiles, but you can’t tell from the footage.

“The costumes should do well to disguise you superbly; no one will know until the exact time of the takeover.”

He nods and that is something that you are barely able to discern.

“Glad that we could do business and I look forward to this partnership.”

The click of a phone slapping shut is heard as the shot blackens.

Birthday Bash: Blood in the Sand

The camera pans the makeshift arena here in the heart of Kabul, Afghanistan. US, British, Canadian and Afghan soldiers all fill the stands and cheer wildly as the pyro’s pop off along the entrance ramp and in the four corners of the ring. We see a quick shot of the Skittles Death Pit for tonights Aggression title match as well, before we see Simon Kalis step out onto the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: Oh dear lord, Simon.

Simon waves an AK-47 into the air and begins firing shots into the air to the cheers of the crowd, especially the Afghan troops who find it most amusing. Kalis makes his way to the ring, the AK-47 slung over his shoulder before sliding in and grabbing a microphone.

Simon Kalis: Tonight, a lot is going to happen. RP3T is going to end with a star studded finale featuring AoWF forefathers like Jeffrey Drake and Thunderwolf. Legendary names in the business like Alex Wilkie and Mark McNasty.

Simon winks.

Simon Kalis: And of course, the ever lovely, supremely talented Cowgirls from Hell.

There’s a big cheer for them.

Simon Kalis: I’ve kept this little tidbit close to my chest. But the winning team of RP3T, will also be guaranteed to represent REBEL Pro against the AoWF Tag Team Champions when our shot comes around.

Linzi Martin: Oh shit!

Simon Kalis: As if there wasn’t enough incentive to win.

He taps the AK-47.

Simon Kalis: Of course. If I see any Masters of Armageddon here tonight who shouldn’t be here, well.

He taps the AK-47 again.

Simon Kalis: Are the Afghani’s really gonna arrest me?

The soldiers in the crowd all find that quite amusing.

Simon Kalis: Of course. The most important thing to say here is, that we’re all so very proud and thankful for all the great things you fine ladies and gentlemen in uniform have done for us. So we present this show for you, in honour of you and all the true greatness that lays here. Not within this ring, not within we who fight battles for entertainment and fun, but for you. You men and women who do it for us, the real greatness is in all of you who surround this ring tonight. Thank you all, and God Bless.

“Regulator” by CLUTCH hits as Simon slides out of the ring, the soldiers all cheering. He fires the AK-47 a few more times into the air and bows behind the curtains.

Electra versus Jamie Shields

The match started off with Electra taking control, a quick face buster taking Shields down to the canvas. Electra goes for a baseball slide into Jamie Shields, but Shields rolls out of the way and then brings a hard and heavy elbow down over her throat. Shields to his feet as Electra remains on the canvas, holding her throat and gasping for air. Shields lifts her up and holds her an arms length away, then slams forward with a ferocious clothesline across her neck that nearly takes her head off. Electra rolls on the canvas, gets to her feet and then springboards herself off the top rope and smashes into Jamie Shields with a dropkick. Shields hit’s the canvas, Electra jumps on top of him and begins smashing his face in with lefts and rights, lefts and rights. Jamie Shields, much bigger and much stronger grips her by the throat once more and throws her off of him. Electra rolls out of the ring and decides to go true REBEL Pro on his ass as she looks for a weapon under the ring.

Jamie Shields decides to go out of the ring too on the opposite side and go under the ring. He pulls out two tables, and slides them into the ring. Electra is still somewhere under the ring. Shields sets up the first table in the middle of the ring, and then props the second one up in the corner. Electra slides into the ring, a lead pipe in hand. As Shields turns to face her, she cracks him over the face. A second crack with the lead pipe has Shields bleeding, and then jumps up onto his shoulders. She cracks him again, and again over the head before doing a hurricanrana into the table set up in the corner. They’re both now broken in the debris. Electra is up first, and pulls Jamie out of the wreckage. She covers.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!!! Shields KICKS OUT!

Electra gets up and begins to argue with the referee. But Shields is now getting to his feet and he grabs the lead pipe Electra brought into the ring and cracks her over the back of the head with it. She falls over onto the other table set up in the middle of the ring. Shields, wiping the blood from his face, climbs up onto it. He lifts her up, CATACYLSM THROUGH THE TABLE!!! Shields covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Shields has his arm raised, and for the first time in a long time… He tastes victory.

Huntin‘ The World Part 5 of 6

The camera fades in to show the sun rising over several buildings, its clear that we are in the East, not in the United States, but more specifically… in Japan.

“I’m here today, this damn morning, to try and find this person. I’m trying to find them by tracing his roots.”

He clears his throat.

“Yeah, I’m damn tired of being all mysterious and am revealing that its a guy, but you can kiss my redneck ass if you think I’m going to tell you who it is.”

He spins the camera around, looking at the different landmarks.

“I’m in the home of professional wrestling. I’m in the home where this guy trained, learned a portion of their art work, and where he is an icon to their fans.”

He begins to walk, a Japanese man coming up to him.

“I’m here in hopes that I can find him by his roots and then trace him to where he is now.”

The Japanese man speaks, Bubba J now in front of the camera, looking at the man in confusion.

“What?”

The man speaks again as Bubba J pulls out a cigarette.

“Huh?”

The man speaks slower, his English very garbled.

“I don’t know what in the fuck you are saying you little short sumbitch.”

The ever disrespectful man looks up at Bubba J.

“I’m not trying to be disrespectful or anything, I just don’t understand the words that are coming out of your mouth.”

Bubba J leans down, whispering in the man’s ear.

Man(very broken English): “What?”

Bubba J bends down, whispering again.

Man: “Hurh?”

Bubba J whispers again.

Man: “I so sorry, I not understand your accent. No disrespect meant, but I just don’t understand the words coming out of your mouth.”

Bubba J smiles as the man smiles.

Bubba J: “Smartass.”

Man: “Damn right.”

The laugh.

Bubba J: “Can you help me?”

The man nods, motioning to cut the camera feed and for Bubba J to follow him.

REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match

Kvlt Drachen vs. Jeremy Gold vs. Jack The Mackhammer vs. Bobby Lee vs. Jack Spades©

The next match was for Rebel Pro’s most prestigious championship… The Fecal Beagle title…

Five men entered the ring, and one would leave the winner.. while another would leave the champion… silly rules, but these are all silly men, former champion Bobby Lee, General Manager Jeremy Gold, MoA Member Kvlt Drachen self proclaimed sexiest man alive, Jack The Mackhammer and the champion, Jack Spades.

The Match started off, with every man hesitant of each other, that is, every man except for Kvlt, who went on a rampage as soon as the bell rang, he ran for former champion Bobby Lee, bringing him down hard with a vicious Big Boot! Jeremy Gold ran for cover but Kvlt caught him by a handful of hair just as he was on the apron, Kvlt pulled him back into the ring with a big suplex over the top rope!

Both Mackhammer and Jack Spades were watching the scene from afar as Kvlt demolished to two Rebel Pro Vets, it only took Mackhammer a second to snap out of watching the train wreck to turn around and kick Spades in the gut, the two went at it on the other side of the ring as Kvlt dominated Bobby and Gold.

Kvlt sent Bobby over the top rope with a great big toss, almost throwing him straight out of the arena, then turned his attention to Jeremy Gold, who begged and pleaded for mercy! He tosses Jeremy into the nearest corner then charges at him full bore and drives his hard knee right into his gut! (Drillbit Gutfuck as he likes to call it) Jeremy takes a step forward holding his gut as Kvlt lifts him and spins around into the very intricate “Seventh Seal” (Flashy Inverted Crucifix Powerbomb) – Jeremy goes down for the count and the ref calls for him to be Eliminated due to a KO. Mackhammer and Spades, on the other side of the ring, lock up, Mackhammer gets behind Spades and goes for a quick belly to back take-down, Spades scoots out of it and gets back up to his feet, this however is boring as all hell compared to what Kvlt was doing with Jeremy Gold!

At this point Bobby Lee has gotten back up to his feet and is rolling under the top rope, but Kvlt stops him with his boot, digging it into Bobby Lee’s neck, the weight sheer force of Kvlt forces Bobby to Tap Out!! Kvlt, now finished with the two vets, turns his attention to Mackhammer and Spades, Mackhammer had Spades in the corner and was going for a ten count punch right into Spades head! Spades however pushes Mackhammer off, who back flips off the turnbuckle and rolls right Into Kvlt who pulls him up and drops Mackhammer with a hard full nelson slam!

Mackhammer rolls out of the ring, holding his head, the ref checks on him to make sure he’s OK, while Spades and Kvlt lock up in the ring, Spades goes for a side headlock, driving a few elbows into the head of Kvlt who pulls out of the head lock and locks up with Spades from behind, Spades attempts to get out of the lock up, but before he can, Kvlt pulls him back for a hard German Suplex! Kvlt attempts to go for a bridge with the Suplex, but Spades kicked out at two, holding his head he gets to his feet, Kvlt getting to his.

They both stare each other down, but before either of them can lock up again, Mackhammer comes out of nowhere with a Low-Blow to Kvlt! Spades rushes Mackhammer, but Mackhammer ducks under him , Spades bounces off the ropes and comes back at Mackhammer, who drops a huge Bionic Eblow on Spades!!

Kvlt picks himself up, just as Mackhammer lifts Spades up into a standing suplex before he drops him down into a huge slam (Ala- The Mackhammer!) Mackhammer goes for the pin and gets the three count as Spades in eliminated from the match!

Mackhammer however has no time to celebrate as he gets to his feet he turns right into a running high knee from Kvlt! Mackhammer stands stunned as he staggers back into the ropes, only to bounce back right into Kvlt’s arms who pulls him into a power bomb position! Kvlt lets out a tremendous war-cry as he pulls Mackhammer up and drops him with a hard Tiger Power Bomb! Kvlt holds Mackhammers shoulder down for the three count!

Winner by Pinfall – Kvlt Drachen, and as per the rules of the Fecal Beagle Championship, Jack the Mackhammer is the new champion.

After the match, Mackhammer was helped from the ring by a ref, with one arm drapped around him, and another hugging his first title belt.

Barbed Wire Massacre

Voiceover: REBEL Pro returns to Pay Per View as the International Tour begins with BARBED WIRE MASSACRE, Live from the Bell Centre in Montreal, Quebec Canada on May 7th, 2012!

REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Overflowing Skittles Death Match

Jaice Wilds versus Anna Mathews©

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following match will be an Overflowing Skittles DEATH Match for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship!

We pan to a different part of this makeshift arena in Kabul, and there is a large put with two parallel layers to it. An inner and outer. The outer of course, filled with Skittles.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first.

Jenny looks at the card in her hand and shrugs.

Jenny Jersey: This dumb son of a bitch with the Masters of Armageddon. The ultimate fucktard and Brazilian transsexual… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice Wilds steps up onto the edge of the pit, “Animals” by Nickleback playing and him getting a warm welcome of boos and hate. He looks at Jenny with contempt, but hey, it ain’t her fault Kalis ordered her to introduce him like that. He is handed a kendo stick and takes his place at the edge of the plank.

Linzi Martin: As you guys can see. The Skittles Death Pit is a good six foot drop into thumbtacks and glass from the plank. Anna and Jaice will fight over that plank with kendo sticks until one of them has knocked the other into the pit, at which point those valves outside of it will turn open and the pit will begin filling with Skittles.

Larry Gordon: So how do you win?

Linzi Martin: Death by skittle drowning. Quite a lovely thing.

Jenny Jersey: His opponent! The Queen of Dodos! The Captain of The Charms!

Jenny looks at the card and sighs.

Jenny Jersey: Dat ass!

Larry Gordon: Oh my, Simon definitely put that in.

Linzi Martin: Better watch out for Tamika.

Jenny Jersey: She is your REBEL Pro Aggression Champion! ANNA MATHEWS!!!

Anna steps up to the pit, quite adorable as she is. She gets handed her kendo stick and bows.

DING DING

Anna steps carefully forward, trying to keep her balance. Jaice Wilds that monkey man he is has no problem keeping his balance on this thin piece of wood. He rushes forward and flips himself right over Anna Mathews, landing gracefully behind her. Anna tries to keep from falling, and Jaice spins around and cracks her on the back with his kendo stick. Anna stumbles forward but maintains her balance. She gingerly turns around and swings her kendo stick, but Jaice Wilds ducks. He swings his again and whacks her on the leg. She nearly loses her balance but fights to stay up. She swings again, but this time in a downward motion and cracks her kendo stick over the head of Jaice Wilds.

Larry Gordon: Anna’s got to be careful. She has no where near the same balance on this thing as Jaice.

Linzi Martin: Jaice Wilds is determined to recapture the Aggression title.

Anna swings again, and hits again. But Jaice has the audacity to dropkick Anna Matthews. She falls! She drops her kendo stick and then hangs precariously from the plank. Jaice Wilds is also hanging, by one hand. The kendo stick in his other. He swings wildly, and cracks Anna in the ribs and chest. Anna Mathews both hands on the plank, pulls herself up. Jaice Wilds drops his kendo stick into the pit and does the same. Anna Mathews grabs onto his head and neck, and tries a DDT but Jaice Wilds wiggles his way out of it. Jaice Wilds leaps up onto her shoulders, HURRICANRANA OFF THE PLANK AND INTO THE PIT! The soldiers in the crowd go ape shit as we switch to the overhead camera.

Larry Gordon: That was insane!

Linzi Martin: That had to hurt both of them.

Anna Mathews rolls away from Jaice, thumbtacks all pierced into her, but it is the same with Jaice. Anna stops just short of rolling onto the broken glass and the valves turn, and Skittles begin pouring into the pit. Jaice grabs a brick that’s in the pit and goes for Anna. She kicks him square in the nuts, the brick drops. Anna up, implant DDT into the shards of glass! The crowd gasps, Jaice winces hard in pain. He quickly grabs the brick again as Anna gets on top of him to hit him and she swings the brick and cracks her in the side of the face. Anna falls back hard, bleeding from the side of her head now as well. Se takes a handful of skittles and eats them, tasting the rainbow. Jaice pulls a piece of glass from his face and rubs it, luckily the cut wasn’t too deep. Anna goes for him, and Jaice thrusts his shoulders into her sides and tackles her down into thumbtacks, glass and skittles.

Larry Gordon: It’s a hellish pit.

Linzi Martin: But colourful. Though, imagine this Skittles Death Match was held in Florida?

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Jaice begins wailing on Anna in the face, lefts and rights. The referees stand on the edges above the pit watching carefully, the pit filling rapidly with Skittles as Afghan kids cry everywhere at the waste. Jaice holds Anna’s face down under the skittles, thus beginning the ten count!

1!

Anna grabs Jaice’s arms and tries to rip free.

2!!

Jaice mounts her harder(stfu pervs), putting all his weight onto her chest as he holds her face down in the Skittles.

3!!!

Anna claws her nails into Jaice’s arms, they start to bleed but Jaice just yells at her to stay down.

4!!!!

Jaice using his agility, lifts himself upwards, holding down on Anna’s face and neck, his legs skyward.

5!!!!

He drops back down, driving his knees into her chest and forcing any air she has left right out of her.

6!!!!!

Linzi Martin: Oh shit. Oh shit.

7!!!!

Anna lifts her legs, twisting her body until it’s arched all the way. Her legs wrap onto Jaice’s neck.

8!!!!!

Larry Gordon: WE MIGHT HAVE A NEW AGGRESSION CHAMPION!!!

NIIII-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Anna twists enough to get Jaice off of her, he rolls out into skittles but winces as right beneath those skittles is shards of glass and thumbtacks. Anna sits up suddenly, and begins spitting skittles out of her mouth as she gasps for air. Jaice is already trying to find a new weapon, now that all the weapons are buried under the skittles. Anna jumps Jaice from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him down. She locks in a crossface chickenwing and tries to keep her own head above the rising tide of skittles. Jaice yells out towards the overhead camera, perhaps calling out for Masters assistance.

Larry Gordon: Oh boy, he ain’t getting Masters assistance.

Simon Kalis steps out and walks over to the pit, waving his AK-47 in the air. He yells something out to the competitors inside the pit, something about a bullet in the head if anyone interferes against Anna Mathews. Anna flips Jaice over now, and his face is buried under skittles while she maintains the hold.

1!

Jaice can be seen squirming, but the skittles are getting so high up that his body is disappearing under them.

2!!

Anna wrenches the crossface, adorable yet oh so fatal.

3!!!

Larry Gordon: It takes ten seconds, remember folks. Ten seconds of drowning by skittles.

4!!!

Linzi Martin: I love REBEL Pro.

5!!!!

Anna Mathews’ yells out something to Jaice, fuck knows what even if she spoke normally.

6!!!!

Jaice is completely submerged underneath the Skittles, just as the pouring of it ceases finally.

7!!!!

Anna seems to be thrashing about still, proving Jaice is not out of the fight yet.

8!!!

Jaice lifts himself up with all the strength he has and then drops down on Anna. She goes under the skittles now herself, her crossface hold still locked on. Jaice Wilds arches his back and begins elbowing her with his free arm. A new count begins.

1!

Larry Gordon: Jaice is still being choked out.

2!!

Linzi Martin: Yes, but he just might win this.

3!!!

Larry Gordon: No pinfalls, no DQ, no count outs, no submissions.

4!!!

Linzi Martin: There are only two ways to win this match. Escape the pit.

5!!!

Larry Gordon: Or drown your opponent in it.

Anna pulls Jaice so hard he goes under with her. Finally Anna and Jaice both are out of the skittles, gasping for air. Anna scrounges for a weapon, grabs onto the same brick Jaice hit her with. Jaice Wilds is behind her, she spins and smashes the brick so hard against his face he collapses like… Well like a ton of bricks. Anna Mathews gets to her feet and jumps, reaching for the small slits on the pit wall that allow for climbing.

Linzi Martin: It looks like Anna has the idea! She’s just gonna climb out!

Jaice is up however, and whilst groggy, he still sludge’s through the skittles towards Anna. Anna changes her trajectory, spring boarding herself off the side of the pit! BOOMERFLY KICK TO JAICE WILDS!!! She sits on him, holding his face down with both hands.

1!

2!!

3!!!

4!!!

5!!!

6!!!

7!!!

8!!!

9!!!

10!!!!

DING DING DING

Anna Mathews gets up, climbs out of the pit and breathes easier.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, by skittle drowning… and STILLLLLLLL REBEL Pro AGGRESSION CHAMPION!!! ANNA MATHEWS!!!!

Jaice sits up, very groggy, bleeding heavily from the head. Anna is bleeding too, as she is handed the Aggression title. Simon Kalis still at the side of the pit extends a hand, magically he suddenly has a slice of cake(because fuck your logic) and offers it to Anna Mathews. Adorable and smiling, Anna nods and they begin heading backstage.

Larry Gordon: Hey, Jaice fought real hard here. He really had Anna on the ropes.

Linzi Martin: In a match with skittles instead of ropes.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think this is the last time these two meet.

Huntin‘ The World Part 6 of 6

The scene dissolves from an airport, noticing many people walking around. Some are leaving, some are arriving, some are waiting for loved ones, and some just work there.

V/O: “I’m here because I’ve found out that my quarry is here in this country.”

He walks on, the camera constantly recording until he walks up to the exit doors.

“Some where outside of these doors is the man I’m seeking. Somewhere out there is the man I’ve been hunting for the past weeks. Somewhere out there is some big time help for Rebel Pro…”

He walks out of the doors and into a scene from an army base.

“I’ve tracked him here, to the army base where Birthday Bash 2012 is taking place.”

He walks through the doors of the building.

“Is he backstage?”

He seems to walk backstage, recording the entire time.

“Is he in the bathroom?”

He walks in, but quickly walks back out.

“Nope, not unless he left a floater.”

He walks back down the hallway.

“He’s got to be out in the arena, there is no where else he could possibly be…”

He walks through the backstage curtain.

“There he is, right there in the front row.”

He focuses in on a man, dressed up like the rest of the soldiers, but seeming to hide something.

“Look at him trying to hide, I’d recognize him anywhere.”

The man, realizing that he’s been found, stands up as we come live in the building. Bubba J has a microphone.

Bubba J: “Get in the ring, you sumbitch.”

The man rolls in to the ring, standing up to his feet; still trying to act like a normal soldier. Bubba J steps in to the ring and up to the man. Bubba J looks him up and down, sneering and smirking at the man.

“Take that shit off”

The man shakes his head from side to side, denying that this is a costume. Bubba J reaches up, ripping off the hat, wig, glasses… revealing…

“Ladies and gentlemen… I give you the man I’ve been hunting…”

The crowd explodes, they recognize him.

“The Show… Chad Kurtis!”

RP3T FINALS: REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match

Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake vs. The Cowgirls from Hell vs. Grade A Nastyness©

All three teams take a place in their own corners, conversing. McNasty and Wilkie are the first to start out, wanting to put a strong start to their title reign. Wilkie jumps Thunderwolf, knocking Kelser over the top rope while barely hanging on to it to fall himself. Wilkie starts pulling himself back, Drake throwing an elbow to the back of his head. McNasty acts quickly, sending Dustin’s partner over the ropes and to the floor beside Thunderwolf. Grade A Nastyness grin, focusing on their work rather than the other threat in the ring.

The sisters Strader, dressed to the nines in military-issue bikinis (no doubt Simon Kalis’ influence…) rush over, nailing a double dropkick to GAN, knocking McNasty to his ass as Wilkie falls into the ropes. Tamika takes a few steps back, Meghan ducking beside a dazed Wilkie, nodding to her sister. Tamika runs up, Meghan giving her a boost as she flies into the air, nailing a huge flying clothesline to Wilkie. Alex flies over the top rope and into a waiting Kelser, who grabs Wilkie around the waist and nails a modified shoulderbreaker. Jeffrey Drake slides into the ring as Tamika and Meghan go to work on McNasty, slapping him across the face a couple times. They both drop back, and are immediately met with a steel chair across their backs. The Straders fall to the mat, grasping at their backs as Jeffrey turns his attention to Mark, slamming the chair into the Nasty One’s face. Mark falls through the top and middle ropes, landing on the floor.

Thunderwolf slides back into the ring, a kendo stick in hand. Drake turns, stopping mid-swing as he realizes it’s his partner behind him. Kelser drops to a knee, grabbing up Tamika. The younger Strader is lifted to her knees, then all the way to her feet. Drake swings back, aiming for Tamika, but the chair is caught as Meghan grabs it from behind. Drake turns around, getting a kick to the nads. He drops the chair, Meghan lifting it up… and McNasty grabs her from behind! Wait… McNasty falls back to the ground, holding Meghan’s top in his hands! Meghan swings the chair, slamming Drake in the back as flashes go off all over the arena. Thunderwolf is taken for a moment, which allows Tamika to nail him with a low blow. Meghan reacts quickly, hitting Thunderwolf with a DDT. Meghan gets back to her feet, Tamika trying to cover her sister. Meghan has been all but oblivious to this point, turning to see McNasty throw her top into the crowd. Meghan slides out of the ring, Tamika grabbing her arm to stop her… until Wilkie grabs Tamika’s top and rips it off! Tamika is quick to cover, but the blatant show brings Meghan’s ire to Alex… who quickly rolls out of the ring. Meghan rolls out as well, chasing Wilkie around the ring, until she turns a corner and gets clotheslined by McNasty! Wilkie rolls back into the ring, Tamika picking up the chair with one hand while trying to cover up with the other. Wilkie eyes Thunderwolf, who starts to his feet, until Tamika wildly swings the chair. Wilkie throws her top at random, ducking beneath the chair shot. Tamika drops the chair, running for her top as Thunderwolf gets up. Wilkie charges at Kelser, but is met with a forearm to the head as Jeffrey runs in to save his partner. Wilkie drops to a knee, Kelser and Drake popping up with a double dropkick that knocks Wilkie out. Drake makes the cover, but only gets two as Tamika dives in for the save.

Thunderwolf whips Tamika across the ring, McNasty diving in and nailing Kelser with a chop block. Tamika rebounds, McNasty with a quick spinebuster. He gets up, Tamika’s top getting caught on his arm and he throws it into the crowd. Drake hops up with a dropkick that knocks Mark back a few steps, into the waiting arms of Meghan Nash Strader, who hits My Friend Of Misery! McNasty is rolled out of the ring as Meghan turns her attention to Drake, Jeffrey a little distracted by the bare breasts of Meghan Nash Strader. Meghan uses the distraction to her advantage, slowly skipping across the ring. A slight smile crosses Drake’s face, until Tamika comes up from behind with a russian leg sweep. a quick cover by Tamika as Meghan surveys the ring, watching Thunderwolf and eyeing McNasty. Tamika gets a two before Wilkie comes up from outside the ring, grabbing Tamika’s hair and pulling her out of the ring. Meghan turns around, watching as Wilkie looks to Tamika…

tilts his head in interest…

and cops himself a feel. He nods in approval, looking to the crowd as they roar in cheers and laughter. Meghan doesn’t find it quite as funny, however, as her little sister is now humiliated just moments before her big wedding. Meghan shoots towards the ropes, launching herself over them and into a turning Wilkie, knocking him to the floor with a body splash. Meghan launches a flurry of fists into Wilkie’s face, Alex fading out while copping another feel. Ooo, two sisters, one night. Gotta be the luckiest night of Alex’s life… which, since he’s not paying for it with his wallet, is the gospel truth. Meghan checks on her sister, who aside from feeling a bit violated is alright. Meghan slides back into the ring, Tamika watching on the outside. Meghan goes to work on a rising Jeffrey Drake, laying in with rights and lefts. A dazed McNasty starts over, noticing Meghan smacking the shit out of Jeffrey. Meghan starts to her feet, Tamika kicking Wilkie square in the nads as he starts up. Meghan nods to her sister, but is knocked the fuck out as McNasty smacks her in the back of the head with the Lights Out! Meghan crumples to the mat, McNasty turning his attention to Tamika, who slides into the ring to meet him. He ducks under a clothesline attempt, grabbing her up as she turns around and hits a Sault Slam!! McNasty bounces to his knees from the momentum, smiling as he gets set to drop into a cover… Kelser with the Cry of the Wolf on McNasty!! Everyone else is out cold as Kelser gets up, falling over Drake and onto a prone Meghan Nash Strader.

1!!
2!!
3!!

Jenny Jersey: Here are your winners and the NEEEEWWWWW REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, Dustin “Thunderwolf” Kelser and Jeffrey Drake!!!

T-Wolf and Drake slowly roll out of the ring, the timekeeper handing them the REBEL Tag Titles. They slowly make their way up the ramp as the other four competitors tend to their wounds… and the ladies find themselves some shirts given generously from our fans. Cuz we may be a bunch of backwater hillbillies, but we have manners, goddammit!!

REBEL Pro World Championship Match

Emily Corlen versus Bubba J©

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is your Main Event of the evening for the Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Championship!

The lights in the arena cut to black as the intro to “Paid My Dues” by Anastacia hits the P.A.

You can say what you want about me
Want to do what you want to me
But you cannot stop me

As the crowd cheers loudly, green strobe lights fill the arena and Emily Corlen slowly rises up through the stage, her arms outstretched akin to wings. She sweeps her arms over her head and closes them around her mouth, screaming loudly before a single blast of pyro goes off behind her.

I’ve been knocked down it’s a crazy town
Even gotta punch in the face in L.A.
Ain’t nothin’ in the world that can keep me
From doing what I want to do
‘Cause I’m too proud, I’m too strong,
Live by the code that you gotta move on
Feeling sorry for yourself ain’t got nobody nowhere

The strobe lights slow down as Emily begins making her way down the ramp. By the time she reaches ringside, the strobe lights have completely stopped and emerald colored spotlights have begun swirling around the crowd and ring.

So I (held my head high)
Knew I (knew I’d survive)
Well I made it (I made it)
Don’t hate it (Don’t hate it)
That’s just the way it goes

After making her way around the ring once, Emily hoists herself onto the apron and enters the ring through the first and second ropes. Emily makes her way to all four corners of the ring, climbing up each and posing for the fans.

I done made it through
Stand on my own two
I paid my dues yeah
Tried to hold me down
You can’t stop me now
I paid my dues

As the lights return to normal and the music fades, Emily slowly paces around the canvas, glancing out to the still-cheering crowd and smirking.

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”
The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass.

“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”

He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina; he stands at six feet and two inches while weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… He is your Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion… “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. Bubba J then steps over to his corner, facing the entrance ramp and waiting on the damn match to begin.

“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast.”

Ding Ding

Bubba J and Emily are about two feet across from each other, staring daggers in to each other’s eyes. Both reach out and shove Jimmy Johnson out of the way and exchange rights and lefts. Bubba J, with his size and power advantage, backs Emily up towards the ropes. Emily is taking the brunt of this offense from Bubba J, but promptly kicks him right in the nuts; halting and doubling him over. Emily catches his bald head, running up the ropes, bringing him up and over, somehow, and both land on the floor. Emily lands on top of Bubba J’s midsection and chest with a double knee, quickly rolling off and dropping a leg across his throat. Emily pulls him up, slamming his head into the apron, before whipping him in to the railing for good measure. Emily runs at the Rebel Champion, but he lifts her up and over the railing with a back body, causing her to land on the soldiers there. The majority of them scatter, from the action that is very likely to happen next, but a few stay there. Bubba J steps over the railing, kicking her right in the face and slamming her face on to a steel chair for some added pain. Bubba J grabs herlips, doing his best to rip them off of her face before kicking her right in the stomach. Emily shoves him away, causing J to stumble from her. He spins around, Emily launches herself with a front kick, right in to his face that sends him in to the lap of some soldier. J rolls off the lap, to his hands and knees, but Emily quickly off the railing with a chair assisted leg drop sends him face first to the floor.

Linzi Martin: No blood yet, but I’ve got a feeling its coming.

Larry Gordon: You and me both, especially from the words that these two have shared.

Emily slams J’s face onto the floor once, twice, and a third time. Bubba J’s head is lifted, bits of dirt and other debris sticking to his flesh. He sends an elbow back into her midsection, causing her to release the hold. Bubba J rolls over, bringing his knee up in to her crotch, before punching her full on in the face. J continues with a second and a third punch, getting his opponent off of himself. J pulls himself up, smashing a beer bottle over her skull, but still no blood yet and these fans seem to be getting a bit rabid for some damn blood in this match. J drags her over the railing, making sure to drop her throat first across of it. J whips her in to the ring post, before piledriving her on the floor. Bubba J digs under the ring, coming out with a table, light tubes, and some thumbtacks. He sets up the table, placing the tacks and light tubes on the table for added pain. He turns around… superkick right to the chin from Emily! Emily falls down to her hands and knees, but pulls herself up quickly, coming out with a steel chair from someone at ringside; one of those empty seats. Emily closes the chair, swinging like a golf club at J’s skull, connecting with a solid shot, but still no

blood. Emily begins to dig under the ring.

Larry Gordon: Both of these two are tough as nails, neither is bleeding yet.

Linzi Martin: “Both are World Champions Larry, they show that there is something different about both of them.

Emily pulls out a ladder from under the ring, a smile coming to her face and a cheer to the crowd’s lips. Emily sets the ladder up next to the table of weaponry and begins to drag Bubba J up to the top of the ladder. He comes to and begins to exchange rights and lefts with the TGW Champion, neither willing to give an inch. Bubba J reaches down in to his pants, but Emily leans back from the Nut Sack Whack, and as she leans in for a punch, he nails her with a set of brass knuckles. Bubba J grabs her head, preparing for some type of face plant, but Emily holds on to the ladder, allowing Bubba J’s weight to dangle from the side. J kicks off the ladder, around to behind Emily, pulling her off, but she twists at the last second and the ladder topples…

Larry Gordon: Both go through the table!

Linzi Martin: I think a light bulb flew up to hit the ceiling!

Emily slams a fist in to Bubba J’s skull, but J nails her with a piece of light bulb, slicing her open even more. Both are bleeding now. Emily reels back from the pain, rolling over and secretely grabbing a piece of light bulb as well. Bubba J crawls over to her, but she surprises him with a light bulb to the cheeck, nearly slicing him down to the bone, but not that deep. Bubba J looks at the blood on his hand and a fire comes in to his eyes; Emily smiles and blows him a kiss. Emily attacks, but J is like a man on fire. He nails Emily with rights and lefts, a kick to the stomach, and a swinging neckbreaker takes her to the floor. Bubba J nails her with repeated stomps to the head, before piledriving her on the table debris and climbing up to the top of the ladder, with a steel chair in hand. He stands on the top of the ladder, but Emily manages to kick the leg, sending him toppling over, landing with his ribs on the barricade, flipping over into the crowd. Emily pulls herself up, a smile on her face, before rolling up a strand of barbed wire around her fist. She limps over to where Bubba J still isn’t moving, before hopping over the railing and nailing him with a fist in his mouth. Emily drags the wire across his face then promptly dumps him over the railing, back where most of the debris is. Emily grabs a long strand of wire, wrapping it around Bubba J’s throat and neck in a lot of loops and hopping in to the ring.

Larry Gordon: This doesn’t look good for Bubba J.

Linzi Martin: Do we call this the Rebel Pro necktie?

Emily jumps off the top turnbuckle, making sure to pull the wire tight and cause riverlets of blood to cascade down from her palm, but a flood from Bubba J’s neck and throat as he scrambles to relieve the pressure and torture. J looks and falls back, a hand around the wire, yanking Emily Corlen forward and causing the wire, in her hand, to dig in deep and blood to pour from that wound. J falls down, hanging himself, but Emily quickly releases the wire, but its still around J’s throat. He rolls onto his back, but Emily launches herself off the top rope, down on to Bubba J with a bloody seated plancha, driving his chin in to the floor. Emily, on her own offensive flurry, pulls the Ragin’ Redneck up, slamming her bloody fist in to his face, before whipping him in to the ringpost. J rebounds back, Emily with a reverse swinging neckbreaker has this match in firm control. Emily rolls up to her knees and begins to crawl for the ladder. She reaches the ladder, folding it up and dragging it towards Bubba J’s bloody body. J, for his part though, has pulled himself to a kneeling position, hand under the ring. Emily rounds the corner.

Larry Gordon: What does he have?

Bubba J answers the question with a fire extinguisher to the face, the foam going everywhere as he sprays wildly. Emily drops the ladder, stumbling away from the foam that is stinging her eyes and wounds. J stomps after her, body slamming her onto the steel ladder and climbing to the top turnbuckle slowly. J looks down, leaping off with a cannonball dive, slamming with all of his weight on to Emily Corlen and rolling off of her and slowly up to his feet. Bubba J reaches down dragging Emily up, nailing her with a right hand before rolling her in to the ring, where Jimmy Johnson is doing his best to stay out of the way of this brutality. Bubba J slides in another two tables, more light tubes, lighter fluid, a lighter, barbed wire, tacks, a stop sign, bottles, a staple gun, a cheese grater, a pizza pan, a box of salt, Tobasco sauce, rubbing alcohol, and other items of destruction and pain.

Larry Gordon: He should have been beating his opponent down instead of getting all of that weaponry.

Linzi Martin: And allowing someone of Emily’s character gain some rest and a breather.

Larry Gordon: Exactly.

J rolls in to the ring, pizza pan to the back as he gets up. J goes down to a knee, Emily with a running knee, assisted by the pizza pan, to the skull sends J onto the apron with his head hangning over the edge. Emily, leaps quickly up to the top turnbuckle, flipping off with a 360 leg drop flip across his throat and may have decapitated him! But not really, cause that’d be really hard to do. Emily lands, pulling Bubba J back up as the crowd continues to chant “Holy Shit!” at the top of their lungs. Emily drags J over to the ring steps, lifting him up and executing a picture perfect stump pulling piledriver onto the steel steps. Bubba J and Emily are both a bloody mess, but neither is willing to quit or fall prey to a pin attempt… not that there has even been one in this match.

Linzi Martin: Both wanting to prove that their words are considered fact, as far as this match is concerned.

Larry Gordon: Neither are going to quit either, its just not in their nature.

Emily rolls the bloody Bubba J back in to the ring, climbing up on the apron herself, after placing the pizza pan on his face for good measure. Emily with a launch flips over the top rope, landing crotch first on to a beer bottle from Bubba J! The bottle smashes into a million pieces, each seeming to driv in to her crotch and thighs, she rolls away in pain and out of reflex. Bubba J pursues with another weapon, that of the staple gun and cachunks his way from her ankle up to her crotch in saddistic fashion.

Linzi Martin: That… can’t… feel… good.

Larry Gordon: Does it hurt you Linzi?

Linzi Martin: Makes me want to take something for her pain.

J pulls her head close, sending the remaining ten staples right in to her cheek and lips, small pain, but they’ll continue to hurt. J pulls her up, stop sign to her face that causes her to slump in the corner. Bubba J beginst to work her over with fists and knees in to her ribs along with a few stomps for good measure until she is in a seated position. Bubba J runs across the ring, leaping up, coming down in a seated position witha bronco buster… yeah, it wasn’t pretty and not something he’s accustomed to doing. J pulls her out of the ring, laying her on a table that he quickly sets up. J digs around in the weaponry, coming out with the rubbing alcohol, tobasco sauce, and box of salt; he smiles saddistically.

Larry Gordon: Those… might sting a little bit.

Linzi Martin: They always say sting, but those damn things hurt like hell!

J pours salt into Emily’s wounds, causing her to squirm in pain, until she rolls off the table, gasping for breath. Bubba J walks around the table, his fun interrupted for the moment. Emily lifts a light bulb in to his crotch, he gulps in pain she then smashes two across the side of his face, spinning him around where she bulldogs him into a steel chair.

Linzi Martin: I think that salt in the wounds, woke her up!

Larry Gordon: That plan, may have back fired on Bubba J.

Emily pulls Bubba J up then rolls him on the table before smiling down at his prone body. Emily breaks off the top of the hot sauce bottle, and pours both it and half of the alcohol bottle onto Bubba J; who squirms himself in pain, but Emily silences his jerks with a quick elbow to his temple.

Larry Gordon: Emily rolling out of the ring for something…

Linzi Martin: But… oh no… Bubba J isn’t going to be happy or feeling good in a minute…

Larry Gordon: What is she doing with those firecrackers?

Emily rols back in to the ring, stumbling towards Bubba J, placing a beer bottle and a set of firecrackers down his pants, the fuse barely outside of his jeans. Emily then drags the ladder back in to the ring as Jimmy Johnson dives for cover on the outside of the squared battleground. Emily sets up the ladder and sets the firecrackers on fire, then climbs to the top
“BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG”

tThe firecrackers go off and die suddenly as Emily leaps off the ladder, driving a knee in to his crotch, similtaneously putting out the firecrackers, shattering the bottle, driving pieces of glass in to his crotch, and a simple nut drop.

Larry Gordon: That… I think… I’m gonna be sick…

Linzi Martin: Hurt you Larry?

Larry Gordon: Yeah… it did… and the men in this crowd too.

Several of the men are green, holding themselves from the sympathy pain as Emily tries to crawl for a cover… no, she’s crawling for the rubbing alcohol and lemon juice! She rips his now torn and bloody jeans down, pouring the contents of both bottles on his burnt, swollen, bloody, and cut crotch!

Larry Gordon: Several guys are now throwing up, this is haneous!

Linzi Martin: I’ve even got sympathy pains for him!

Emily looks up smiling saddistically herself, but J sends two fingers right in to her eyes, causing her to fall back from the sharp sudden pain. Bubba J goes after her, limping very heavily, but not about to go down without a fight. J slams her in to the corner, nailing her with brass knuckled(his favorite with thumbtacks on them) in the face over and over again; ripping her face to shreds with the force of the blows.

Larry Gordon: I think, it may have woke him up!

Linzi Martin: I think he’s fighting out of reflex!

Bubba J reaches down, dousing her with the lighter fluid and smirking as he knocks her out with a chair shot. Bubba J pulls down Emily’s trunks, emptying the rest of the fluid into her… you know.

Linzi Martin: He… wouldn’t…

Larry Gordon: I think he would… and is going too.

Now its several womens’ turn to get sympathy pains as J rolls Emily up on to his shoulders and climbs the ladder. Bubba J leaps from the top, bringing Emily over, so that his knees plant solidly in her midsection, her neck/shoulder area slamming heavily onto the canvas; not to mention the table that they both went through.

Larry Gordon: How are both continuing to fight?

Linzi Martin: As tough as both are, I think its sheer reflex.

Bubba J crawls over to the lighter, sparking it to life and.. setting Emily on fire!

The crowd gasps as both go up in flame, some of the fluid haven gotten on Bubba J!

Larry Gordon: This has got to be stopped!

Linzi Martin: Only you, Simon, or a victor can stop this match!

Larry Gordon: Nope, only a winner will, they both signed a waiver!

Bubba J can’t make a cover, he’s too busy putting out the flames. Emily can’t do anything, she’s doing the same! Emily stumbles into Bubba J, they begin to exchange rights and lefts again, a lot weaker than when they first started the match, but still with as much determination They both stumble to the ladder, fighting as they climb it up to the top, both looking for some sort of advantage and looking to end this match… and perhaps the other’s career. Emily with a thumb to his eyes and a chop to the throat gets the advantage for the moment.

Linzi Martin: Emily’s not wasting any more time, she’s going for the Down in Flames!

Bubba J counters it! He bites Emily’s thigh, she releases the pedigree finisher!

Larry Gordon: Trailer Park Trash!

Bubba J falls on Emily, driving the wind out of both him and her, but he’s in position and so is Jimmy Johnson.

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

“Badass” hits back up in the building as Jenny Johnson hands the bloody,

beaten, scarred, and burnt Bubba J his Rebel Pro World Title.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match…. and STIIIIIIIIIIIILL Rebel Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. Bubba J!

The fans are on their feet, cheering for both people as Bubba J falls back in the corner, his eyes closed and just trying to gather himself, Emily rolls out of the ring, staring back in at the destruction that was her most recent match.

You Either Win or You Die

We fade backstage, just as we see Simon Kalis adjusting the black tie around his neck. He stands magnificent in stature, beaming as he adjusts the collar to his pure white Armani suit. Masakazu holds up a matching white eye patch, which Simon takes and places over the left side of his face. Maya wipes the tears from her eye, make no mistake they are tears of joy.

Masakazu: You ready?

Simon Kalis: I’ve waited for this night for too long, Adrian.

Simon grabs the AK-47 he’s been carrying all night, just as there’s a knock on the door.

Maya: That better not be Tamika!

Larry Gordon enters, all smiles.

Larry Gordon: Simon!

Simon Kalis: Larry!

Simon goes for a hug, but Larry quickly steps back.

Larry Gordon: Careful where you point that thing.

Kalis clutches the AK, before propping the barrel of the gun against his shoulder.

Simon Kalis: Now you know this is only for Masters.

Gordon gauges the look on Masa and Maya’s faces, before turning back to Simon.

Larry Gordon: Yes, I know. But the show is basically over, and the Masters are no where to be seen.

Simon Kalis: Precisely because I’ve been waving around a loaded assault rifle all night, Larry.

Larry Gordon: This is a wrestling show in the core Simon. I’m sure we’ll be getting a huge enough fine from the AoWF for this entire fiasco all night. Please…

Simon holds the gun in both hands now, as Larry steps forward and places his hands over the barrel.

Larry Gordon: Please, Simon. If not for the fact you’re about to get married, then just as a favour… From one friend, to another?

Kalis pauses to think, his grin disappears and then reappears. He places the AK-47 down and hugs Larry.

Simon Kalis: Anything for you Larry.

Simon smiles towards Larry, genuine and sincere.

Simon Kalis: Come now, we’ve got a grand union to witness.

Mas, Maya and Simon exit the room but Larry Gordon lingers momentarily. He looks down at the weapon, then clears his throat, picking up his cell phone and quietly sends out a text message, smiling as we fade to ringside.

The Red Wedding

The ringside area has been transformed, a grand white altar built, it’s archway wrapped beautifully in an assortment of flowers both local to Afghanistan and more known to our American audience. Jebby Jersey stands off towards a corner, waiting to introduce Simon and Tamika as husband and wife. A gentle old priest stands dead center. To his left, Simon Kalis stands tall, firm and proud. His best man, Masakazu, beside him. Followed by Tamika’s twin brother, John Nash Strader, Dustin “Thunderwolf” Kelser and D.L Slayton. To the priests right, Meghan Nash Strader beams for having been given the prestige of being the maid of honour. Next to her is Anna Mathews, who locks eyes with Meghan as Meghan gives Anna a very inviting wink. Anna has this adorably retarded look on her face. Adorable Anna is adorable.

Larry Gordon: Did Meghan just wink at Anna?! Could that mean…?

Linzi Martin: Nah.

To the next of her stands Maya, showing off a new tongue ring to the cameras bringing about an audible eye roll from Simon Kalis himself.

Linzi Martin: This is such a beautiful moment, ladies and gentlemen.

Larry Gordon: It is Linzi. This is the birth of more than just a new union of two souls. This night will forever be remembered as a turning point in REBEL Pro’s five year history.

The camera pans the guests, some of whom are very recognizable. Daniel “Rayn” Kalis sits next to some skank he brought. A little further on we see Jeffrey Drake, although he seems as if he‘s there begrudgingly. A little further past him, we see The Order of Chaos’ newest member Reece Paxton as well, all smiles. The music begins, and Simon cracks a huge smile as Tamika Nash Strader appears atop the entrance ramp. Her white flowing gown forms to her magnificent body, flowing outwards behind her at the back. Scott Nash Strader has her by the arm, as he escorts his daughter towards the altar.

Simon Kalis: My god she is beautiful.

Kalis clears his throat and smiles.

Larry Gordon: Now the reason folks have heard Simon speaking is, both Simon and Tamika have microphones attached to them so we may hear their every word.

Linzi Martin: We’re cool like that!

Tamika and Scott stop together. She looks up at her father and nods, smiling. He smiles back, proudly, and lets her go. He steps back, as Tamika makes her way to stand before Simon Kalis.

Priest: This day, we witness the union of more than two great families. We witness the union of more than two people, of more than two lovers. We bare witness to the union of two souls.

Behind the priest at either side, are two white candles. Simon takes one, Tamika takes the other.

Priest: Vibrancy and life burns within these two warriors, who through the harsh reality of blood and sweat have found a deeper purpose and calling within each other. We therefore stand back, before the eyes of God and men alike, to bare witness to these two flames as they become-

Tamika and Simon hold their candles towards each other, and the two separate flames become one.

Priest: One.

Simon Kalis: Now you will feel no rain, as I will be your shelter.

Tamika Nash Strader: Now you will feel no cold, as I will be your warmth.

Simon Kalis: Now you will feel no loneliness, as I shall be your companion.

Tamika Nash Strader: We were but two people, but now we have one life ahead of us.

Larry Gordon drops his headset, his smile quickly disappears and he leaves Linzi Martin alone. Linzi’s eyes widen, unsure of what to make of this.

Simon Kalis: May beauty surround us both in the journey ahead, and through all the years.

Larry Gordon hops onto the ring apron.

Tamika Nash Strader: May happiness be our companion, and our days together be long on this Earth.

Simon Kalis: I promise you Tamika, I will treat you as I treat my guns and polish that pussy every night baby.

The crowd laughs, the Priest blushes. Scott Nash Strader has a beer in hand, and chugs it to drown out those words from Simon.

Tamika Nash Strader: I promise to look after you as well my leather, and ride you as often as my Harley.

Another laugh from the crowd, another swig of beer for big daddy Scott Nash Strader. Larry Gordon is now behind the altar, behind the priest. No one is really paying attention to him.

Priest: Well. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.

The priest turns to Simon.

Priest: You may kiss the bride.

Simon Kalis leans forward, grabbing Tamika by the waist and pulling her in towards him. The crowd is on their feet cheering as they share a passionate kiss at the head of the altar.

Linzi Martin: OH MY GOD!

Larry Gordon slips on two pairs of brass knuckles, and throws the Priest from the altar in the ring to the ground. Kalis turns with shock, breaking the kiss, just as Larry Gordon cracks him in the face. Tamika shrieks, Simon falls back but he’s caught by Masakazu. Suddenly from the crowd, a number of U.S. Soldiers jump the barricades and begin to surround the ring. Except when they remove their helmets and face coverings…

Linzi Martin: IT’S THE MASTERS OF ARMAGEDDON!!!

Simon Kalis looks around, and quickly yells out to the security forces surrounding the ring.

Simon Kalis: GET THEM! FUCK THEM UP!

They all look to one another. The Masters stand before them, waiting for their move. Simon turns to Larry Gordon, shock and disgust wrinkling his face. Gordon shakes his head and points at the wedding guests.

Larry Gordon: NOW!

The security forces begin to attack all of the wedding guests. The Masters surround the ring. Simon goes to grab Tamika but Larry Gordon cracks him again, and again, in the face until he falls to his knees. The security forces quickly begin using their tasers on The Order of Chaos. Wedding guests scatter, Drake tackles one of the security guards down but four more surround him and begin bashing him with their batons. Anna Mathews throws herself from the altar and body splashes onto all of them. Thunderwolf helps launch Masakazu in the opposite direction and he lands on a group of security. Only to find himself being overwhelmed as three more replace the two he took down.

Linzi Martin: What the fuck?! What the fuck?!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Tamika, Meghan and Maya all join the fray but find themselves quickly tasered, with batons to the face of each. Emily Corlen and Bubba J, who just had an incredible match, work together on two security officers but find themselves overwhelmed from behind by four others. The Masters are all there, and all watching with pleasantly approving smiles. Fley nods in Gordon’s direction, as Gordon nods back. Simon Kalis stands in the center of the ring, watching the carnage unfold helplessly. Scott Nash Strader swings his beer bottle at a security officer, who ducks it and then tasers him for his troubles. D.L. Slayton takes down two security officers with a double clothesline, only to run into a taser himself.

Linzi Martin: Why?

Simon finally turns to face Larry Gordon, as all the wedding guests find themselves tasered and then handcuffed. Larry Gordon drops to his knees, and then proceeds to punch Kalis right in the family jewels, brass knuckles and all. Kalis drops to his knees, Larry gets back up and cracks him over the face again. Now he’s bleeding. Larry lifts him up by his collar, and raises a fist high in the air behind him.

Simon Kalis: Why?

Larry Gordon: You should never have trusted me, Simon.

Gordon cracks Kalis over the face and drops him to the canvas. The entire Order of Chaos find themselves handcuffed now. As do the two Charms Anna Mathews and Jeffrey Drake in attendance, and Thunderwolf as well. The Masters, consisting of Enika Engel, Duncan Aries, Jaice Wilds, Nightstryker, Silverback, Johnny Chaos and The Brutal all enter the ring, and encircle the downed Simon Kalis and a Scott Nash Strader who was dragged there by The Brutal and Johnny Chaos.

Linzi Martin: Larry… Why Larry?

Fley, having finally worked his way through the mass of bodies enters the ring and moves up behind Larry. He pats Gordon on the back and then throws an arm around his shoulders. Behind Fley and Gordan stands a hooded figure of fair height. The build is definitely masculine and athletic. What’s most important about this figure though is that he’s carrying a sledge hammer. We’ll get to him later.

Fley: Simon, I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you on this momentous occasion. I’m sure you’ll remember this night for the rest of your lives together. But I do want to make sure that you’re together for this though.

With that Fley looks over his shoulder and signals to Fallen Angle. Nathan, just happens to be standing next to the unconscious Tamika and so bends down to retrieve her. Ripping away the fringe of her gown, and exposing her gartered legs, he throws her up over his shoulder and makes for the ring. An injured Kalis tries to lunge to to his feet at Fley, but the hooded figure behind Faust is faster and is able to drop a knee into Simon’s face, thus putting him on his back. Fley returns his attention to Kalis.

Fley: Tsk, tsk… none of that tonight, Kalis. Mr. Gordon, here saw to everything. He’s responsible for making sure this night will end as we want it to end. Not with a bang, but your whimpers.

Fallen Angel, finally reaches the ring and with Tamika still over his shoulder pulls himself up on the apron and steps over the ropes. He unceremoniously drops her to the canvas before him and then grabbing her by the hair yanks her back to her feet. Her eyes blaze open and she yelps in pain, but with her hands cuffed behind her she can do little more than sway on her feet. Fley looks from Tamika to Simon.

Fley: Hmm… something doesn’t feel right. I think… yes. Larry, we forgot about the most important piece to the puzzle!

Gordon smiles and nods approvingly and Fley signals to the back. It’s then that absent Lucious Starr finally makes his appearance, but he doesn’t arrive alone. No, he arrives with Kvlt Drachen behind him, and stretched between them an old wooden cross… man sized. A coil of barbwire rests around Kvlt’s left bare shoulder… a large dark duffel bag upon his right.

Linzi Martin: Oh no… they can’t possibly… no…

In the ring Tamika starts to trash against her bonds. Kalis tries to make another move, but Enika’s book on his shoulder keeps him down. Scott is still out cold from the tazer shot. Not to fear though, he’ll be awake soon enough. Let’s let him sleep for now.

Fley: I wish it didn’t have to happen this way. I wish people would have just welcomed us with open arms and allowed us back into our rightful spot. Instead, you pissed of the Old Man, you pissed off Mr. Gordon here, and now this is what we’re left with. I really, really didn’t want this to happen. You have to believe me. You just didn’t leave us with any other options in the matter. Banning us Kalis? Really?

Starr looks towards the ring, towards Kalis, with a wicked smile on his face. He pats the cross and mouths the words, “For you, boss.” Kvlt, walks on admiring all the carnage caused here tonight. They reach ringside and start to slide the cross into the ring.

Fley: But that really wasn’t your downfall, General. No, where it all fell apart for you was when you assumed that Mr. Gordon here would be okay with you continuing to control HIS federation. Really? You thought THAT would be a good idea? The RPW has been and will forever be, Mr. Gordon’s. All we did was help to remind him of that. You can rest your undoing at his feet.

The cross is laid beneath the arched alter. Chaos and Silverback move towards Kalis, and grabbing him by the ankles start to drag him towards the cross. Simon tries to fight back, but the heel of Nightstryker’s boot finds its way to Kalis’ face, and that stops all resistance. Fley looks over to Tamika who still struggles in Fallen Angels grasp.

Fley: I am sorry about all of this. Especially this next thing. But you do look beautiful tonight, despite the damage to your dress.

He looks away from her and back over his shoulder to Nightstryker and the hooded man.

Fley: Bring him.

Bryce and the hooded man, dragging his sledge hammer along with him, grab SNS by his arms and start to drag him across the ring to the ropes. There they secure his wrists to the bottom rope with handcuffs and then step back, forming a half circle around him with Fley. Fallen Angel starts to drag Tamika over towards her father.

Over by the alter an unconscious Kalis is dragged onto the cross. Kvlt starts to uncoil the barbwire as Starr, Silverback and Chaos hold Simon down on the cross.

Linzi Martin: Oh no…

Simon’s first screams begin and Tamika’s hed whips in that direction, her own screams coming. In fact most everyone is focused on that now even despite what’s about to happen to Scott. Kvlt’s grin is wide as he pulls the first strand of barbwire tighter and tighter until it eats into flesh.

Fley reaches out and starts to gently tap Strader about the face with his metal staff, The Machine. Slowly, ever so slowly, Scott starts to come to. At first he looks about him bewildered, but once his memory comes back to him fully he lunges at Fley, but is quite effectively held in place by the cuffs. Fley smiles down at him, but it’s Fallen Angel who speaks.

Fallen Angel: It may take awhile, but I always finish what I begin. Enjoy the agony, Scott.

Fley and Nightstryker drop down to their knees and each grab hold of one of Straders legs. Fallen Angel lets Tamika fall to the mat and then slams the back of a chair down between Strader’s knees. Strader looks down to the chair, up to Fallen Angel and then over to the hooded figure who finally lets his hood fall back and raises the sledge hammer.

More screams from Kalis.

Linzi Martin: NOOOO!

Tamika joins Linzi as the sledgehammer falls and crashes into the side of Strader’s left knee. The scream that erupts from him is everything you think it should be. In fact he almost passes out but his hatred of the men in front of him keep him conscious… barely. If you’ve seen Misery you know then that that initial blow is probably enough, but the sledgehammer is raised again and brought down on the right knee. Strader screams again, but then goes silent, but that’s okay because Tamika screams for him.

Simon’s screams join in with hers.

Linzi Martin: I think I’m going to be sick…

It’s then that we can finally focus in on the man with the sledgehammer. A man whose shoulder Fley places his hand on as he pushes himself back up to his feet. A man named, Trevor Bryce.

Fley: Vicious, ladies and gentlemen. Isn’t he a peach?

Together, Fallen Angel, Nightstryker, Vicious and Fley look down to Strader and his ruined knees. However, the screams of one Simon Kalis, pull their attention away and they turn their backs to him and join with the other Masters to watch Kvlt’s masterpiece. Behind them Tamika, with her hands still bound behind her, scoots towards her father… tears and makeup streaming down her face.

A rope is thrown over the top of the archway and The Brutal, Jaice Wilds and Duncan Aries start to pull on it…

Fley: Behold. Simon Kalis. All he does is win.

It’s then that Kalis comes into view strapped to an inverted cross by barbwire. Barbwire that is pulled so tightly that it has started to cut into the skin. The cross is raised to the very height of the archway and tied off at the turnbuckle. Tiny drops of blood begin to splatter the canvas. Kvlt, unzips his duffel bag and starts to pass out florescent tube bulbs to every Master present.

Fley: All hail you, Kali. All hail you.

Eleven florescent bulbs shatter at once across Kalis’ body. Lucious Starr, takes the remainder of his shattered bulb and smashes it into Simon’s face. Tamika’s cries and rage and sorrow can still be heard over the PA-system. The Masters watch Klvt’s handiwork for another moment and then together they turn and start for the exit.

On his way out, and just because she seems to be in the way, Kvlt smashes the remainder of his florescent

bulb into Jenny Jersey’s face. The petite ring announcer, who’d been quietly standing in her corner this whole time, watching in horror, goes down like a sack of potatoes as her hands fly up to cover a bloody mess.

Linzi Martin: What the fuck!? What the fuck is going on here!?!

Tamika, starts to contort herself around until she’s able to bring her bound hands forward by getting them under her feet. Torn, she leaves her fathers side to go to Simon’s destroyed body. She tries to pull at the wire encasing Kalis’ body, trying to find a place to start from where she can undo it, but all she manages to do is prick her fingers.

She falls to her knees before him placing them face to face. Only his Order of Chaos eye patch clear against the backdrop of his brutalized face. She reaches up to wipe the blood from his face and then stops… realizing how much glass is embedded in the flesh there. Instead she just cradles his head in her hands. Crying hysterically.

Meghan, one wrist bloody and raw where she’d managed to pull her hand free of the cuff, is just as anxious and unprepared, as she forcefully pulls her father Scott Nash Strader into her own arms. Scott, jerks awake and looks towards Tamika and Simon, painfully turning away before he looks up at Meghan. The microphone attached to his chest is still working.

Scott Nash Strader: My legs… I can’t walk. I can’t get up.

Meghan holds her father close, as Tamika rocks back and forth with Simons head in her hands. Bolt cutters finally made there way out from the back to free everyone else who was cuffed tonight. Masakazu, Emily Corlen, Bubba J, D.L. Slayton and Reece Paxton all rise to their feet and survey the carnage. Emily grabs onto Mas’ shoulder, but Masakazu posses nothing but a cold and dead look in his eyes as he looks down at his father strapped in barbwire to the cross. Anna Mathews moves to enter the ring, but Jeffrey Drake grabs her by the arm and shakes his head. Thunderwolf merely nods in the direction of Masakazu, before turning around to look up at the ramp.

Tamika Strader-Kalis: Wake up Simon. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Drake and Matthews turn towards the entrance ramp, as does the rest of the Order of Chaos except Tamika and Meghan. Meghan still holds onto her father. Scott Nash Strader looks up at Simon Kalis, his new son in laws blood dripping down all over Meghan and himself. The Masters disappear, and as they do the two Order of Chaos flags that flank the REBELTron suddenly drop and flutter down. Tamika, what’s left of her dress now stained in Simon’s blood as she holds his head up carefully, for any sign of life. David Slayton kneels down with Meghan and grabs hold of Scott Nash Strader’s free hand, nodding in this moment of clarity. Masakazu kneels down next to Tamika, trying to pull her from Simon. Tamika just looks back, fire and tears and blood in her eyes. Even Anna Mathews gasps from just outside the ring as she beholds The Masters and especially Kvlt Drachens masterpiece. There is no cocky grin from Jeffrey Drake. Not now.

Linzi Martin: Ladies and gentlemen… This is Linzi Martin. Signing off for Birthday Bash 2012… Blood.

Linzi Martin takes a deep breath.

Linzi Martin: Blood in the Sand.

Over the REBELTron, a new banner unfurls as we fade away to one last shot of the crucified Simon Kalis’ lifeless body, with his father in law, legs broken, woefully holding tight to Meghan Nash Strader as he gazes up with everyone else. The cameras point to the REBELTron, and the new banner which has unfurled covering it entirely…

 

…S…U…P…R…E…M…E…

QUICK RESULTS

Jamie Shields defeats Electra, putting his career back on a winning track.
Kvlt Drachen defeats Mackhammer, Gold, Lee and Spades. Mackhammer becomes the new FB Champion.
Anna Mathews defeats Jaice Wilds by drowning him in skittles. Lovely.
Thunderwolf & Jeffrey Drake defeat The Cowgirls from Hell & Grade A Nastyness, becoming the new RPW Tag Team Champions.
Bubba J defeats Emily Corlen and retains the REBEL Pro World Title.

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

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!

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

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

of that Kelser Love!

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.

1

2

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.

1

2

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.

1

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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.

1

2

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

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.

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…

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

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