*****Code RED*****

We find ourselves in the parking lot, where a familiar motorcycle revvs into a vacant space. The biker’s helmet is removed, and Lucious Starr makes his way to the entrance. A few security guards stop him, and he grins.

Lucious Starr: Howdy, fellas. If you don’t mind…

Security Guard 1: Sir, we’re not idiots. You need to leave.

Lucious shakes his head, chuckling. He starts in towards the door, but again is blocked.

Security Guard 2: Mr. Starr, we will not ask again. Return to your vehicle and leave. Now.

Lucious Starr: Guys. Seriously. It’s Armed Assault. If Kalis didn’t expect me to be here to see him, he would have…

Security Guard 3: We have explicit orders from Mr. Gold not to allow you into the building. Please…

Lucious Starr: Wait, Jeremy? Jeremy wants to ban me from the arena?

Security Guard 3: Indeed, sir. Now, I ask one last time. Return to your vehicle and leave.

Lucious shakes his head, chuckling. He turns… then comes back wielding an OoC custom Desert Eagle. The guards, however, have pulled their rifles, ready for the backlash.

Security Guard 1: You really think we wouldn’t expect this from you, Mr. Starr? Leave.

Lucious raises an eyebrow, contemplating his options. He lowers his gun, placing it back in its holster near his chest. He starts back towards his ducati, revving the engine.

Security Guard 2: Gate to Gold. The comet has been avoided. Repeat, the comet has been avoided.

At that moment, the ducati revvs around and blasts right through the guards, blowing down the entrance door as Lucious roars into the building. Security follows, but are left in the dust.

Security Guard 1: CODE RED! WE HAVE A CODE RED! ALL GUARDS ON FULL ALERT, THE COMET HAS HIT! THE COMET HAS HIT!!

Security continues to rush the halls, and the camera fades back to Gold’s office suddenly…

*****The Big Bad Man*****

The camera cuts backstage where it finds Jeremy Gold’s throat being squeezed by Bubba J as he holds him up against the wall. Bubba J’s face is right in that of the whimpering Gold as he growls out his words.

Bubba J: “I watched what Simon did to me the other night and it rekindled the anger I felt while I seethed in the hospital.”

J punches Gold right in the face, splitting his lip.

Bubba J: “Now, I know Simon is supposed to be here tonight, so tell me when and I won’t hurt you too badly.”

Gold whimpers more.

Bubba J: “You can even tell him that a big bad man made you tell him…”

Bubba J smirks.

“When he wakes up.”

Gold is whimpering again and pissing on himself as he mutters.

Gold: “He’ll be here in five minutes.”

Bubba J nods, allowing Gold to slide down the wall, but not to a seated position.

Bubba J: “One last thing… this is for Hostile, nothing to do with what Simon and I have to settle.”

J picks Gold up, slamming him through his desk, causing it to shatter into a dozen pieces. Bubba picks up his lap top bag and heads out to the parking lot area.

*****ARMED ASSAULT*****

We fade in, the room is dark. We know we’re somewhere in the arena, as we can hear the fans in the Superdome cheering and screaming loudly.

Voice: Revenue is up across all sectors. Attendance, merchandise, television. Ratings are through the roof.

We can see the spark of a lighter, and in that moment we see Simon Kalis’ face lit up from the flame as he lights a cigarette.

Simon Kalis: We’re in bigger buildings, of course attendance is up. We’re reaching more people, of course they’re buying shit. We’ve got a national television deal, of course ratings are up. Let’s not even forget that we’ve got the best World Champion in the AoWF, who is the AoWF World Champion on top of it.

We hear the other man chuckle to himself.

Voice: Hence the big statues of her as the ring stage?

Simon Kalis: Yep.

Kalis coughs to clear his throat.

Voice: You’ve done well, Aaron.

Simon Kalis: Have I? Larry Gordon had a vision, that REBEL Pro would go national. I merely implemented that vision… In my own way. I bought 49% of REBEL Pro, with the money I made selling the PWA back to the Sommers family.

Voice: After raising the stocks yourself. Clever.

Simon Kalis: Hmmm.

Voice: And your plan comes full circle.

The lights slowly turn on, and we see Simon wearing his fashionable black and white pinstripe Armani suit, with a tie that appears to have been made to look like it is covered in splotches of blood. How REBEL Pro. He’s smiling, devilishly.

Voice: It’s your vision now, Aaron. To make REBEL Pro the number one company in the AoWF, returning the blood soaked roots of battling in the South. Right?

Kalis shakes his head, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: I remember.

Voice: This is your chance, Aaron.

Aaron Simon Kalis smiles, shaking his head no.

Simon Kalis: This is their chance.

Kalis reaches under his desk and pulls out his custom Golden Gun, a gold plated Desert Eagle Mark VII. He aims it square at the camera lens.

Simon Kalis: Brought to you by The Order of Chaos! REBEL Pro PRESENTS: ARMED ASSAULT!

He fires, and fireworks pop off across the arena from the ceiling towards the great stage and REBELTron area, as well as the ring. The crowd is screaming and cheering, holding up all kinds of signs. “Justin Case U Didn’t Know- I Made This FUCKING Sign!”, “Popped My Cherry @ Hardcore Drinking!”, “LISA FOREVER!” are amongst the many signs that litter the already raucous and drunk crowd here in the Louisiana Superdome. The camera pans the stage set up for the entrance ramp, and at either side of the entrance curtain itself are two massive limestone statues of a carved Lisa Seldon holding three different championship belts.

Linzi Martin: Hello everyone! I’m Linzi Martin!

Mikey Massacre: What the hell kind of set is that? Massive statues of Lisa Seldon? Is this Victory Wrestling?

Linzi Martin: And uhm, errr… That’s Mikey Massacre! And WELCOME to Armed Assault! Brought to you in part by CthuluPAC! Cthulu for President 2012!

Mikey Massacre: I’m not saying the line, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Yeah but Simon says-

Mikey Massacre: I don’t care.

Linzi Martin: Well uhm. Cthulu for President 2012! Why chose the lesser evil?! Armed Assault is also brought to you tonight by The Order of Chaos!

Mikey Massacre: I am definitely not saying the next line, either.

Linzi Martin: Well I don‘t mind! All Hail The Order of Chaos! Your forever overlords over the entire AoWF!

Mikey Massacre: Is this what it’s come to?

Linzi Martin: Is what come to what?

Mikey Massacre: You wouldn’t understand. I’m talking to the real REBELs out there, not all of these phonies.

Linzi Martin: I uh don’t know what to say to that.

Mikey Massacre: Well, we’ve got a hell of a night ahead of us don’t we?

Linzi Martin: Yes! We’ve got Hardcore Entertainment, those mean drunk bastards Vincent Black and Bubba J taking on the awesome Gabe Shelley and super hot chick power wonder woman Alexia Fender in a barbed wire frickin’ cage match! All to see who’ll face the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions!

Mikey Massacre: And then it says here an AoWF Tag Team League match? Who the hell cares about that? Why is that even on a REBEL Pro event? None of these people work for REBEL Pro.

Linzi Martin: Now you’re just being picky, Mikey!

Mikey Massacre: Well at least there’s hope with the Aggression title match.

Linzi Martin: Yeah! That should be awesome!

Mikey Massacre: Is Lisa Seldons reign finally over tonight?

Linzi Martin: Never! Lisa Forever!

Mikey Massacre: Right… I forgot, you’re a dimwit.

Linzi Martin: Hey, I have lots of wit! Besides, only lights get dim! Silly!

*****The Wolf and The Eagle*****

It’s all about progression…

Or so the song says, as “On To The Next One” by Jay-Z is picked up by the camera’s microphone as we open up backstage. The silhouette on the wall paints a picture of someone deep into a pre-match workout session. Ear buds blast out sound loud enough to where no speakers are needed. The camera flips around barely catching whoever the man working out is, and instead lands on Mr. Rebel Pro himself, Simon Kalis. A voice picks up, and is immediately recognizable…

Thunderwolf: Aaron Simon Kalis…

There’s a pause, followed by a smirk as the camera pans around to catch Dustin Kelser throwing a towel up to wipe the sweat off his head …

Thunderwolf: It’s been a minute, my friend.

Simon Kalis: A very long minute, I’d say.

Simon extends his hand out for a shake. Thunderwolf first takes out his ear buds, then accepts and pulls Kalis in to his chest for a quick bump. He throws the towel to the side and takes a step back, grabbing for a SoBe vitamin water out of his Night of Armageddon Five themed cooler.

Thunderwolf: Want one?

Simon Kalis: No that’s cool. I’ll stick to my regiment of cigarettes and cognac.

Simon laughs, taking a step forward and looking Thunderwolf up and down.

Simon Kalis: Time has been a lot kinder to you, than it has to me. You’re still in tip top fighting condition.

Thunderwolf chuckles to himself.

Thunderwolf: Thanks, unfortunately I’m still getting used to the new knee. Was kind of necessity after all, I mean taking a loss to Matthew Engel? That’s rough. Maybe not to some of these new cats, but to people like yours truly – it’s a mar on the record I won’t soon forget.

He pauses for a moment.

Thunderwolf: So to what do I owe your presence? Been plenty of opportunities to shoot the shit before I came over to your neck of the woods. Something tells me your not here for a pat on the back and a pinch on the cheek.

Kalis rubs the back of his neck and then shrugs, aware of the truth in Thunderwolf’s words.

Simon Kalis: Yeah, I know. I’ve been busy, I’m sure you noticed all the shit I’ve gotten myself into since finally coming to the AoWF. Even as old as I am in this line of work, I’m still learning.

Kalis pulls up a steel chair, unfolding it and sitting down quite casually.

Simon Kalis: What I’m doing here is building a new legacy. I am taking REBEL Pro to new heights, from a three state independent organization into a national, and eventually worldwide, standard of wrestling. In no uncertain terms, the more drastic and extreme aspects of this sport. I need a face, I need an icon Dustin. That icon is you.

With a flicker of the eyes Dustin sighs and takes a drink of his water, regret written within his voice; he almost mumbles.

Thunderwolf: I can’t.

Kalis leans back, making a “tch” sound with his mouth as he shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: Can’t? Or won’t?

It’s obvious Thunderwolf doesn’t want to go into the spiel. They’re watching. They’re always watching.

Thunderwolf: Can’t. As in I’m both contractually and honorably obligated to not sign a singles contract with any individual promotion. Indy-style exhibition events, tag matches, that sort of thing? I can kind of skirt the issue on. Beyond that, my hands are tied behind my back.

Kalis puts his hands on his knees as he leans forward, lowering his head but nodding.

Simon Kalis: I understand. But do not for an instance forget my guile and cunning, old friend.

Kalis leans back again, a new smile over his face as he taps his head.

Simon Kalis: There is always a way.

A little bit of anger picks up in his voice, not at Simon, but at the situation at hand.

Thunderwolf: Yeah, but at what cost? You saw what they did to my…

He pauses choosing the adjective, but instead just goes with the name.

Thunderwolf: Her, you saw what they did to ‘her’. What’s next, my kids? I used to be a very integral part of their operation, I know how they work.

There’s still regret written upon his face, he wants a contract.

Thunderwolf: Look man, if I could help you out I would – but this idea? It goes no further than this conversation. Alright?

Kalis nods, although he shows a bitter taste in his mouth he fully understands.

Simon Kalis: We’ve all got our demons.

Kalis opens the suit jacket he has on, revealing the skull emblem of the Order on the inside pocket.

Simon Kalis: I know. The difference between you and me though?

Kalis sits up but tips his head in respect to Thunderwolf.

Simon Kalis: I am the master of my domain.

He doesn’t understand. No one could understand.

Simon Kalis: You know I’ve got your back if you need it.

Simon turns around to leave but stops dead in his tracks.

Simon Kalis: Oh, and tell Corey I said hello.

He cracks a grin. Thunderwolf shoots him one back and goes back to the music.

*****AoWF Tag Team League Match*****
*****The (Super) Power Couple versus Corey Lazarus & Thunderwolf*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is an AoWF Tag Team League match!

The lights in the arena die, and the REBELTron shows nothing but a black and white film countdown, the film flickering and a beep heard after every digit.

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

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby!=~
Jenny Jersey: Introducing at this time, accompanied by Gregory Price…

Lazarus steps further onto the stage, turning around slowly to take a quick look at the ADC-Tron before stopping at the end of the stage, his back to the ramp and the ring before turning around. Price pats his client on the shoulder, and then looks at the ADC-Tron with him as Corey cracks his neck to either side, stretching out and jogging in place.

~=Don’t you know that I love you?!=~
Jenny Jersey: He weighs in tonight at 230 pounds…

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey!=~
~=Don’t you know that I’ll ALWAYS be true?!=~
Jenny Jersey: And standing at 6-foot-1…

Lazarus continues to jog in place at the end of the stage as the guitars duel into the start of the first chorus, shaking out his limbs, and then throws a few shadow punches and kicks into the air.

~=Oh, won’t you come with me?=~
~=And take my hand?=~
Price points up at the ADC-Tron, focusing everybody’s attention to more clips of Laz’s glory: dropping Demise head-first into a casket via the Mercury Driver to claim the PWA World Heavyweight title at High Stakes ’08; drilling Riona Langly with a picture-perfect example of the Sands of Ishtar for his first Intercontinental title at Genesis IX; dropping Thunderwolf down with the Box Office Bomb to claim the first fall in their classic 2/3 Falls match at Genesis X; and, most recently, sending Cody Bogard through the Million Dollar Pyramid on the 8/9/2010 edition of Chaos.

~=Oh, won’t you come with me?!=~
~=And walk this land?!=~
Jenny Jersey: Hailing from Hollywood, California…

The guitars divebomb, and Laz starts making his way down the ramp, looking out around the arena, spying on every bit of the crowd in front of him.

~=PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND!!=~
The drums beat along as Corey bangs his head with them and the main melody of the song returns, Lazarus taking a sip from his Aquafina as he stops halfway down the ramp.

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby!=~
~=Don’t you know that I love you?!=~
Jenny Jersey: Hailing from Hollywood, California…

Laz jaws with some fans in the front row before turning back around to watch himself on the ADC-Tron, his trademark devilish smirk on his face as he walks backwards down the ramp.

Jenny Jersey: He is “The Premiere Attraction”…

~=In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey!=~
~=Don’t you know that I’ll ALWAYS be true?!=~
Corey turns around to face the ring as they reach the bottom of the ramp, the guitars dueling before the chorus, and then pulls himself up onto the apron, placing one foot in the ring between the top and middle ropes, using one hand to hold the top rope for balance and the other to cover his eyes as he scans the crowd again. Price walks over to the ringsteps, scaling them with a cocky swagger as he walks onto the apron next to Laz.

Jenny Jersey: …COREY LAZARUS!!!

~=Oh, won’t you come with me?!=~
~=And take my hand?!=~
Lazarus steps into the ring and then walks to the middle of the ring, his hands on his hips and his trademark devilish smirk on his face. Price steps in afterwards, pointing the entire time to his client, applauding him. The music keeps pounding away as Corey drops to a knee, his head bowed and a single fist placed on the mat, his other hand resting on his knee.

~=Oh, won’t you come with me?!=~
~=And walk this land?!=~
The guitars divebomb again as Lazarus bobs his head to the beat of the drums, breathing heavier and heavier as he does so.

~=PLEASE, TAKE MY HAND!!=~
Corey leaps to his feet as the main riff returns at the end of the chorus, his arms spread out to his side after he rips his Ray Ban’s off, turning his body around to all sides of the arena as flashbulbs go off everywhere. “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” fades into silence as Corey backs up to his corner, removing his Ray Ban’s and handing them off to Price. He adjusts the tape on his hands and then stretches his legs out, using the middle ropes, before shadow-boxing. Gregory steps out onto the apron and walks down the steps, taking his place at ringside in Laz’s corner.

Linzi Martin: Hot! Hot! HOT!

Mikey Massacre: I take it you find him attractive?

Linzi Martin: Well… Who doesn’t?

Mikey Massacre: I don’t.

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

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

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

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

The last note of the aforementioned song seems to catch, right on the 30 second mark as aqua-toned fountains of sulfur pour down from the scaffold – which in turn cues a dimly lit spot light on the entry way as former AOWF alumni, Dustin “Thunderwolf” Kelser strolls out from the back. The screen above him begins ticking off various moments from Wolf’s career as the camera gets a close up on the video, but doesn’t last for long as the camera tilts back down to catch the two passing under an aqua sulfuric storm from the scaffold.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Tucker’s Town, Bermuda…

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

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

Thunderwolf’s attire consists of camel colored cargos, an open, short sleeve, button down silk shirt (cadet blue in color), black and blue K-Swiss classics (laced up in blue), and a pair of super thin, black, finger tip gloves. He adjusts his color before heading to the center of the entry way.

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

?

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

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

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

Thunderwolf slides into the ring and nods in Corey Lazarus’ direction as both men now begin discussing their strategy in their corner.

Mikey Massacre: I get the strangest feeling this match won’t take as long as it did for these two outsider knuckleheads to get to the ring. These PWA guys have such a flare for the dramatic.

Linzi Martin: They’re awesome!

Mikey Massacre: Here in REBEL Pro, they’re prey.

You were expecting the sound of the opening bell to start off this epic showdown which will probably turn into an eight minute bloodbath as Stutterfly and Spykeman! don’t really stand a chance. But it isn’t the bell. It’s a chorus from “Sympathy from the Devil” performed by Guns N’ Roses.

[just as every cop's a criminal]

[and all the sinners saints]

[as heads is tails just call me Lucifer]

['cause i'm in need... of some restraint]

The PWA World Champion walks out from behind the curtain, dressed in a fine black tailored suit and has the PWA World Championship over his shoulder. He walks down to the ring, with a microphone in his hand. He receives an ovation from the crowd as they remember his delightfully painful battle with Teresa Quaranta on the fourth of July. He was definitely getting paid overtime for that.

Linzi Martin: What’s HE doing here?

Mikey Massacre: He’s got a lot of history with one of these teams here tonight.

The music dies down as Matthew Engel steps into the ring much to the surprise of both Corey Lazarus and Thunderwolf. They really don’t know what to expect as Engel lifts the microphone up to his lips. The crowd is going nuts, having three PWA Hall of Famers of such amazing caliber in the ring at once.

Matthew Engel: I’m here to put some people’s egos on the line.

The crowd cheers, Wolf cocks his head a little bit.

Matthew Engel: Not you, Dustin. I already own yours.

Wolf shakes his head, pointing at his knee.

Matthew Engel: Oh it’s all better now? Wittle Thunderwolf can come out to play?

Lazarus has a ‘What the fuck?’ look on his face.

Matthew Engel: You know how long it’s been, Cor? Over two and a half years.

We can see Lazarus mouth “Since when?”

Matthew Engel: Since Ground Zero. Since you eliminated me from the Dome of Destruction match. You go back a little earlier and it’s been a tad longer since you cost me my championship match against SNS at Good versus Evil and stole the World Championship. This World Championship, to be exact.

He drops it down from his shoulder and holds it out in front of Corey.

Matthew Engel: Shiny isn’t it? Fun fact: I’ve held this title longer this year than the two of you held it together. I’m here to put zero doubt to the fact that I’m better than both of you since that statement alone won’t be enough with two elite superstars like yourselves. Trust me, this isn’t a grudge thing. I mean, I understand what you did back then, Corey. I don’t sweat over it. And I understand why Dustin was in the position he was back in April. Believe it or not, Dustin will always be family to me. And Corey? You’ll always be that kid that I hated at first but grew to like and do some good business with. Which is why I’m here.

The L-A-Z pays close attention, while Thunderwolf begins to shadowbox.

Matthew Engel: Wow, really? Right in the middle of my speech here?

Wolf shrugs his shoulders and then leans against the ropes. The Super Power Couple is a little flustered by all this real star power.

Matthew Engel: You pick the time and place, Corey. I want you in a singles match, settle the rivalry. I’ll show the world that out of us three, I’ll always be the best. So whether it’s at the next BWF pay-per-view, if there is one, or at Rebel Pro’s next event, or wherever… it’s up to you man. I know you’re a busy guy, trying to live a life of luxury and still keep your technique sharp. So you let me know when your schedule frees up and I’ll give you a tougher fight than Dustin did at Genesis.

Wolf and Laz look at each other with wide eyes.

Matthew Engel: Oh, yes, I went there. Let me know. Have a good fight! Don’t hurt these kids too bad.

Engel smirks and tosses the mic out of the ring, exiting the ring himself. He walks up the rampway to the roaring of the crowd as the L-A-Z looks on, with Thunderwolf waiting for the bell. Engel stops and looks up at the two massive limestone statues of Lisa Seldon overlooking the arena and the ring, scoffs and shakes his head as he disappears backstage.

Linzi Martin: I can’t believe it! We’re going to witness a third match between Corey Lazarus and Matthew Engel!

Mikey Massacre: Who said we are? It could happen anywhere, and if Laz doesn’t want to do it, it may never happen! It’s speculative! I hate being teased!

Suddenly the arena lights dim, and a single spotlight hit’s the Superdome’s roof with the Spyke Signal! The crowd begins to cheer wildly and the lights turn on and suddenly Spykeman! And Stutterfly are already in the ring and begin brawling with Lazarus and Thunderwolf!

DING DING DING

Corey Lazarus successfully dodges a few lefts and rights from Spykeman! Before grabbing him by the neck and throwing him into the corner turnbuckle. Spykeman sits up onto the top turnbuckle and flies off with a missile dropkick that catches Lazarus hard in the mouth. Meanwhile Thunderwolf has Stutterfly locked into a dragon sleeper hold, wearing her down as he brings her down to the canvas and applies continuous pressure. Stutterfly tries fighting her way out of it by elbowing Thunderwolf in the ribs but he doesn’t relent.

Mikey Massacre: Tag team matches in REBEL Pro are the best, precisely because we do away with those dumb rules in the rest of the wrestling world. It’s always a tornado tag match here!

Linzi Martin: Those superheroes look like they need some saving! Thunderwolf looking strong with that sleeper hold on the dumb girl one.

Lazarus wasn’t knocked to his feet and Spykeman! Is up, silly enough to attempt to strike at the best striker in AoWF history, Corey fucking Lazarus! Corey Lazarus is swift as he slides away from each strike from Spykeman!, reversing them and throwing Spykeman! Into the ropes. As Spykeman! Comes back Lazarus unleashes a heavy and swift barrage of strikes, landing stiff hits into Spykeman!’s neck, face, chest and stomach. The fans can’t even keep track, while meanwhile the referee checks on Stutterfly to see if she’s passed out. Lazarus lets up, showing some mercy as Spykeman! HIt’s the canvas dazed. Thunderwolf lifts Stutterfly to her feet and then suplexes her whilst still having her in the dragon sleeper hold, onto the back of her neck to the canvas. Spykeman! Knows what to do in a REBEL Pro match and slides out of the ring to regain his composure and look for weapons.

Mikey Massacre: Spykeman! With the smart strategy. He knows his team can’t out wrestle both legendary guys in Thunderwolf and Lazarus, so he’s going to take advantage of the relaxed rules here.

Linzi Martin: I’m starting to feel sorry for Stutterfly…

Stutterfly crawls away from them and has a chair handed to her by Spykeman! From the outside of the ring. She flips herself onto her back and puts the chair up to block a kick from Thunderwolf. She bashes the chair into Thunderwolf’s knees, sending him into the ropes and holding on in a bit of pain. Corey Lazarus waits for her to get to her feet, but doesn’t see Spykeman! Climbing onto the apron behind him with a big cinder block in his hands Spykeman! Lumbers up to the top rope and tries to balance himself as Stutterfly pretends to be in fear of Lazarus. Thunderwolf yells out as Spykeman! Jumps off the top rope, and Lazarus ducks and rolls out of the way of the cinder block.

Mikey Massacre: That’s where team work comes into play.

Linzi Martin: Ye- OH NO LOOK OUT!

Spykeman! Immediately spins himself around and throws the cinder block at Thunderwolfs head, cracking it to pieces and sending Thunderwolf out of the ring inbetween the ropes. Sadly for Thunderwolf, the middle rope here in REBEL Pro is now made out of a thick band of barbed wire and his legs, above the knee, get sliced and stuck to it as he hangs out over the apron upside down. Stutterfly gets to her feet and goes to hit Lazarus with the chair, but Lazarus dodges that shit like the Matrix son, grabs her from behind and puts her into a Full Nelson before suplexing her super girl ass to the canvas. Spykeman! Is busy trying to deal with Thunderwolf as he climbs to the top rope. Thunderwolf puts his hands against the apron and side of the ring, pushing himself up and leaving himself ready to take the awkward leg drop Spykeman! Hits from the top rope, forcefully slamming Twolf’s face against the side of the ring. But it does free him from his entanglement in the barbed wire, and Thunderwolf falls to the outside of the ring. Corey Lazarus meanwhile, covers Stutterfly in the ring!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Stutterfly kicks out right after the two as Thunderwolf brings himself to his feet on the outside. Spykeman! Charges him but Thunderwolf grabs him and whips him shoulder/head first right into the steel steps, causing a loud thud! Corey Lazarus grapples with Stutterfly and snap suplexes her right over the steel chair. Thunderwolf grabs the steel steps and rips off the top half, lifting it up and dropping it on Spykeman!’s head. Ouch. Thunderwolf rolls back into the ring and grabs Stutterfly. He puts her into a cobra clutch hold. Lazarus comes up, grabs her legs up onto one shoulder, and they twist so Corey drops her with a Cobra Clutch Bulldog and Wolf forces her knees into the canvas.

Mikey Massacre: That was BRUTAL!

Linzi Martin: But Spykeman! Is coming to on the outside!

Lazarus covers Stutterfly now.

1!

Thunderwolf sees Spykeman! And tries to lunge at the ropes.

2!!

Spykeman springboards himself off the top rope.

THREE- SPYKEMAN WITH A SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT ONTO LAZARUS BREAKS THE COUNT! YEAAAAAAAH BOY!!!!!!!!

Spykeman is to his feet, rolls away and grabs that steel chair. He jumps up, Corey Lazarus comes at him. Spykeman! Fakes a swing, Lazarus dodges it but Spykeman! Continues and spins 180 degrees and cracks Lazarus in the back of the head with all his strength. Lazarus falls forward, face first into the middle ropes. Did we mention those middle RPW ropes are barbed fucking wire? Yeah, ouch. Thunderwolf rushes at Spykeman who cracks him in the ribs with the steel chair, then cracks him gain over the head. Stutterfly is up and runs at Thunderwolf from behind, jumping and grabbing his face as Spykeman! Holds the chair out. She hit’s a face buster on Thunderwolf, onto the chair and ends up driving both into the canvas HARD. Stutterfly covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Mikey Massacre: Thunderwolf won’t go down that easy.

Linzi Martin: It sucks he refused to sign with REBEL Pro! He’d make a great competitor here.

Mikey Massacre: He didn’t refuse. He just said he can’t. There’s a difference, Linzi.

Stutterfly begins stomping down all over Thunderwolfs chest, neck and face as Spykeman! Bashes his legs and knees repeatedly with the steel chair. Lazarus gets to his feet and and scoops Spykeman! Away with a firemans carry slam to the canvas. Stutterfly rolls away from Thunderwolf as everyone seems to catch their breath. Thunderwolf is in some hurt, but he nods at Lazarus as he gets to his feet. Stutterfly goes for a leaping clothesline on Corey as Corey backs himself into the ropes, on purpose, and catches Stutterfly, they both get flipped over the top rope and to the outside.

Mikey Massacre: While Spykeman! And Stutterfly seem to be putting up a good fight, no one can deny that the team of Lazarus and Thunderwolf are putting on a clinic.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, you can say that again.

Mikey Massacre: While Spykeman! And Stutterfly seem to be putting up a good fight, no one can deny that the team of Lazarus and Thunderwolf are putting on a clinic.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, you can say that again.

Thunderwolf holds his knee, troubled. Or is he feigning severe pain? Spykeman! Lifts Thunderwolf up by the neck, and that’s when Thunderwolf goes all Wolf’s Bane on Spykeman!, spitting a blue mist into Spykeman!’s eyes! Lazarus throws Stutterfly right over the barricade and into a group of fans who begin snapping photos of her. Lazarus slides in with Spykeman! Dazed and confused, COMBO #5!!! It’s not over as Thunderwolf grabs onto Spykeman! And hit’s the Vapor Transmission RIGHT ONTO THAT STEEL CHAIR!

Mikey Massacre: Whoa! What a 720 DDT!

Thunderwolf covers, as Stutterfly gets towards the ring apron on the outside.

1!

Stutterfly tries to get into the ring but Lazarus kicks her in the face, sending her tumbling back to the outside.

2!!

Linzi Martin: Oh man.

3!!!

DING DING DING

Lazarus and Thunderwolf have their arms raised by the referee.

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, Corey Lazarus and Thunderwolf!

Mikey Massacre: That was a hell of a victory, folks.

Linzi Martin: Those guys rock! They should totally sign to REBEL Pro!

Mikey Massacre: For once, we agree Linzi.

*****A Bullet With Your Name On It(REBEL Pro Edition!)*****

Jeremy Gold: Oh, shit… oh, shit shit shit shit shit… OH SHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT…

We open up on Jeremy Gold, sitting at his desk in the Manager’s Office. His face is buried in his palms, and he continues to curse himself. There is a sound heard off-camera, which brings Jeremy to stir as the door is opened.

Jeremy Gold: DON’T BOTHER M…

In walks Simon Kalis, who appears unaware of the situation. He steps in, looking skeptically at Gold.

Simon Kalis: Seriously, Jeremy. Settle down. We’re doing well and there’s n…

Simon suddenly trips, hitting the floor. He looks up… and a bullet whizzes past his face. He looks at Gold, who is mortified.

Simon Kalis: WHAT THE FUCK, JEREMY?!

Jeremy Gold: I swear to god, Simon… I didn’t…

Simon stands, starting towards Gold.

Simon Kalis: You’d better have a DAMN good explana…

Again, Simon seems to trip. He catches himself this time, looking at the floor. A small wire is extended across the floor, right about ankle level. Simon looks at Gold, confused.

Simon Kalis: What the f…

Suddenly, bullets rain down from the ceiling, filling the room. Simon looks to Jeremy for an explanation, and finds him cowering below the desk. Simon looks up, finding a large empty space where the vent door should be. He looks around himself, finding thousands of bullets surrounding him. He walks over, dragging Jeremy out from beneath the desk.

Simon Kalis: WHERE. THE FUCK. IS HE?!

Jeremy cowers, shaking his head. A sound is heard behind Kalis, and Simon turns. A large white cloth lays out over the bullets, and Kalis moves to read the writing on the banner.

“THOUGHT YOU’D LIKE THESE BACK. OH, AND BRIAN SAYS HI.”

Kalis’ eyes grow wide with rage, as he sees a picture of Lucious and Brian, both waving. He turns to Jeremy, looking for answers- but Gold has disappeared. Kalis works his way through the bullets, heading out to the hallway and towards the parking lot.

*****The Brand*****

Simon seems to be searching for something in his fancy smancy car, the radio blasting out some hip hop rap music. The engine dies and the music quits as the door is opened and Simon Kalis steps out, sliding his 9mm Beretta into his waistline. Kalis places the keys in his front pocket as he continues the song with his own voice and throwing up gang signs with his hands.

Simon Kalis: If you blood, throw it up! If you blood, throw it up! If you blood, throw it up!

Reaching the door, he stops suddenly, his instincts of years of training kicking in, but just a bit too late. Simon spins around, causing the lead pipe to glance off the side of his head. Simon kicks out but Bubba J smashes his foot down on the side of Simon’s knee before slamming the pipe into the back of his skull. Simon goes down, but fights back up through a strong will and determination. J nails hiim right in the heart with the taser that they’ve used since Rebel Pro’s Birthday Bash and Simon goes down heavily.

Bubba J: “Now Simon, we build this thing up right.”

Simon can only look up to Bubba J, unable to fight back as J pulls out a long rope and two sets of handcuffs. Bubba J holds them up in front of Simon.

Bubba: “I’d say that I really hate to do this to you on such a big show, but I’d be fucking lying.”

J nails him in the face for good measure, Simon’s eyes rolling up into the back of his head. J looks around, spotting no one, he cuffs Simon’s feet and hands around a light pole, using the rope to pull them as tight as he can.

J: Now Simon, you had to know that I wouldn’t let this die down and go away, I’m not that kinda loving guy.”

He spits on Simon’s face before ripping his shirt down, the buttons flying. J digs in his bag pulling out a cow brand, with two Rs back to back. Placing his hand back into his bag, he pulls out a butane torch and turns the knob, releasing the gas; he also pulls a lighter from his right front pocket and lights the flame. After several moments, the brand is red hot and Bubba J turns the torch off, bringing the brand up to Simon’s chest, right over his heart. Bubba J speaks in the voice of Hannibal, from the original A-team television series.

Bubba: “Now, this is gonna sting a little bit.”

J laughs as he shoves the red hot branding iron right over Simon’s heart, causing the flesh to seer, its sizzling, a tiny stream of smoke is rising up, and Simon wakes up and is screaming bloody murder(its painful as hell). J laughs as he punches Simon in the face one more time before removing the branding iron. He gently slaps Simon’s sweaty face, that stares up at him in hatred.

Bubba: “Thanks for being such a sweatheart.”

J pours a bottle of water over the iron, cooling it off before replacing it in the bag along with all of his other utensiles of branding. He turns back to Simon, pulling out a pack of smokes and placing two in his mouth, he lights them up. Bubba J places one in Simon’s mouth.

Bubba: “Until someone finds ya, don’t drop it though, cause you can’t pick it up.”

He laughs before walking away into the arena with his bag and smoke curling up from the tip of his cigarette. Simon looks after him with hatred and extreme loathing. We fade to the office of General Manager Jeremy Gold, who’s surrounded by security and trying not to burst into tears.

Jeremy Gold: This night is so fucked.

*****Barbed Wire Cage for the Number One Contendership to Tag Titles*****
*****Hardcore Entertainment versus Gabe Shelley & Alexia Fender*****

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall, with no time limit, and is contested inside of a barbed wire steel cage for the #1 Contendership to the Rebel Pro World Tag Team Championship!

“Reign of Terror” hits up in the speakers as the crowd gives another mixed reaction to the duo walking from the back, some throw trash but some cheer for the two, while the rest look like they are trying to decide. Bubba J and Vincent Black walk out and stare up at the barbed wire steel chage that surrounds the entire ringside area and both… smile?

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and ninety-one pounds, the team of Bubba J and Vincent Black… HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!

Bubba J holds the door open and runs his fingers along the barbed wire lovingly as Vincent does the same thing and both men enter the cage and into the ring.

“Better than Revenge(Alexia Fender version)” by Taylor Swift hits up in the speakers and the crowd go wild for her as she steps to the top of the entrance ramp and waits. Inside the ring Black and J are begging for her to come on and get in the ring.
“In Fate’s Hands” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus hits up and the crowd doesn’t die down at all as Gabe Shelley walks from the back, stepping up beside his tag team partner.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of three hundred and seventy pounds… the team of ALEXIA FENDER AND GABE SHELLEY!

Fender and Shelley make their way to the door, into the cage, and up into the ring, neither taking their eyes off their opponents.

DING DING

All four members in this match stand in the ring, each staring at the other, Bubba J’s eyes wondering down to Alexia’s breasts and a bit lower, but at least he’s still trying to intimidate someone. The referee looks at both teams and decides that he’d better get out of the way. All four come together in the center of the ring, Black nails Fender with a big boot to the face, but she ducks under clipping him in the side of the right knee with a side stomp and he is on one knee. J comes together with Shelley who nails him with right after right hand backing him into the ropes and unceremonously dumping him overboard and to the floor below. Shelley steps through the ropes and down to where Bubba J is shoving himself up. Gabe bends down, but a beer bottle is brought right up into his face and he stumbles back as J presses his advantage, along with the sharp end of the bottle, into Gabe’s body outside the ring. Meanwhile inside the ring Black has Alexia in the corner and is pounding her with continuous high knees into her sternum, taking the breath out of her and hopefully the fight as well. Black yanks her out of the corner, by the hair on her head, before bringing her to position for the New Hope early in the match. Gabe nails him in the midsection with a kendo stick and Alexia falls off, bringing Black down with a smooth transitioning DDT onto a steel chair that Gabe has set there.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a smooth transition there and counter.

LINZI MARTIN: She’s a woman, do you honestly expect anything different?

Alexia makes the first cover of the match.

One!

Two!

J comes off the ropes with a boot right to the side of Alexia’s face before spinning and ducking under a clothesline from Gabe. J nails him in the kidneys with a right fist that doubles him over before bouncing his foot right off the side of Gabe’s head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba J in there with the save, close call though.

LINZI MARTIN: Do you see all the blood on Bubba’s face? What happened?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think a fan handed Gabe a set of thumbtack covered brass knuckles through the cage, or they may have been broken glass covered, I’m not sure.

J bends down, pulling Gabe up to his feet, but Gabe nails J right in the balls with a double fist that doubles J over and he appears to be turning a bit green. Gabe with a neckbreaker takes full advantage and mounts Bubba J with right and left punches to the face and temple. Black comes off the ropes, but Alexia is there to stop him, but Black leap frogs her nailing Gabe in the side with a field goal kick that would have been good from 60 yards away.

LINZI MARTIN: And its… leaning to the right… to the right… its good!

MIKEY MASSACRE: uncalled for.

LINZI MARTIN: And the Cowboys win!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Probably their only game all year.

Gabe rolls over and Black is on top of him with stomps and kicks to the ribs before concentrating on his bad knee. Black grabs the ankle, stomping down on the side of Gabe’s knee, making the former BWF World Champion sweat from the pain Black is putting him through. Bubba J rolls up to his knees then to his feet, but only to be tackled from behind by Alexia and she quickly locks on a crossface.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Bubba J is sacked for a 10 yard loss.

LINZI MARTIN: This is wrestling Massacre, not the NFL.

Alexia releases the hold pulling J up to his feet, but J swings a haymaker, Alexia ducking underneath nailing him with a series of five kicks to the ribs and kidneys that send him stumbling back into the corner. Alexia runs at J, leaping to the middle rope, to the top rope, and catching him with a kick to the head before springing around and bringing him to center ring with a hurricanrana!

MIKEY MASSACRE: My gawd at her speed and agility!

LINZI MARTINIf only guys could last as long as her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hu… what?

Black lifts his foot to stomp down for who knows how many times, Alexia rolls over, springing up with a knee into Black’s side that sends him through the ropes to the outside. Gabe pulls himself up to his feet as Alexia launches herself over the top rope with a suicide dive onto Black that catches him around the head, pulling him down into a neckbreaker on the concrete floor. J gets up to his feet, blood pouring down his face as he turns around right into the steel chair shot to J’s face that rocks him backwards in a stumbling walk. Gabe with a second shot, and a third finally has Bubba J in the corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Bubba J has a second match tonight, if he’s able to compete in it.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh, he’ll be there cause I promised him a date if he wins.

Gabe swings the chair again, but drops it right before hitting Bubba J with it, instead booting him in the gut and lifting him up onto the top rope. Gabe follows him up after tossing the chair about a third of the way across the ring and places Bubba J inposition for a powerbomb onto the chair. On the outside of the ring Alexia nails Black repeatedly in the face with knees and a sole kick right to his mouth that rocks the big man backwards on his knees. But when he looks back, there is a smile on his face as he wipes the blood from his lips, Alexia’s back is to him from the momentum of the kick. Black stands up, running and delivering a bulldog to Alexia that has her on the concrete floor. Black turns to look at Bubba J who is taking the chair shots from Gabe right now. Black whips Alexia into the ring apron before catching her rebound and whipping her into the barbed wire covered cage wall. Alexia arches her back upon impact and stumbles forward right into a high angle spinebuster from Black that causes Alexia to close her eyes in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gabe with the Jersey Bomb!

LINZI MARTIN: Looks like Bubba J won’t be getting that date after all.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gabe with the cover.

One!

Two!

Black rips Gabe off of Bubba J nailing him with right after right, and mixing in a few left hooks for good measure.

LINZI MARTIN: Vincent is looking like a seven foot version of Rocky Balboa from the best film, the fourth one.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Nah, the first one was the best.

LINZI MARTIN: Nah, the third and second were better than the first one.

Gabe is stumbling back from the fists pounding into his face, his head rocking back with each and every blow that nails him. Bubba J starts to get up to his feet, but falls right back down, shaking his head as he finally gets to one knee. Gabe begins to fight back in the corner, showing the reserve and determination that has made him a champion in times past. Gabe with a right hook, then a left faint, before nailing Black in the side with another right hook. Black lifts a knee in Gabe’s guard, rocking him back into the corner nearly decapitating him with a clothesline.

BUBBA J: Watch out!

Black spins out of the way as J comes flying in with the dented steel chair knocking Gabe out of the ring and to the outside. J climbs up top, holding onto the now even bloodier chair but Black grabs his arm.

VINCENT: You know about your high flying ability.

J nods before shoving Black back, who smiles as J leaps off, bringing the chair down across Gabe’s face, knocking him into the cage.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That is one of the few, if not the first times Bubba J has completed a high risk move successfully.

J stalks over to Gabe, both men bleeding and J grinning as he goes in for the kill. J brings the chair up, but Gabe, somehow, reaches forward grabbing J’s pants and pulls him into the cage. J’s face smacks hard on a support beam, you guessed it, covered in barbed wire before falling backwards. Black spins around, right into a kendo stick shot from Alexia, but he ducks th second shot, but is unable to avoid a springboard fist to the face. Black falls backwards, using the momentum of the ropes to bounce back and nail Alexia with a forearm shot to the face sending her down. Black climbs to the top turnbuckle, jumps, flaps his arms like a bird, and lands a leg drop onto Alexia’s throat and stays for the cover.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black mocking Gabe there with that specific type of a leg drop.

LINZI MARTIN: Black going for the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr

Shoulder up, Alexia got her shoulder up and this match continues. Black pulls her up to her feet before whipping her into the ropes, catching her with a big boot right to the face that spins her around like a top while she is still on her feet. Alexia seems to be out on her feet and Black is going to press his advantage. Shove into the corner and Black places a boot on her throat, completely legal here in Rebel Pro is this foot choke. However, it is also very legal for Gabe Shelley to nail Vincent in the back with a series of quick staples from a staple gun, which he does without hesitation. Gabe is pouring blood, and now Black has a few trickles from the punctures on his back.

LINZI MARTIN: Is Bubba J even moving?

MIKEY MASSACRE: He is still alive, but I’m not sure about the shape he’ll be in for the World Title match.

Gabe spins the big man around, boot to the gut and he struggles… he lifts… Alexia helps him and they have Black on Gabe’s shoulders… they drop him with a sit out powerbomb!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gabe mocks right back with his version of the New Hope!

Alexia comes over for a roundhouse kick, but Bubba J nails her in the face with the bloody broken glass covered brass knuckles and knocks her out cold. J sprints, as much as he can anyways, into the ring as Gabe pins Black.

One!

Two!

Boot right to Gabe’s head, who rolls up to his feet and is ready for a fight. Gabe swings, but J nails him in the midsection with a boot and completes it with a Trailer Park Trash for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and NEEEEEW Rebel Pro #1 Contenders to the Tag Team Championship… the team of Vincent Black and Bubba J…. Hardcore Entertainment!

J smiles through his blood as he looks directly into the camera, flipping it the bird, and mouthing… “Fuck You Simon.”

*****Who Let HIM In?!*****

The camera comes up, Kalis in conference with an array of security, rubbing his chest and seething as the brand Bubba J left earlier still burns. He’s morbidly pissed, and it shows with every guard he throws into the wall with his hands wrapped around their neck.

Simon Kalis: Who the HELL let him in here? I swear to god, I’ll kill him, then I’ll kill whoever let him in… And does NO ONE watch the god damn parking lot? Do you see what that fucking redneck did to me?!

Guard: Sir, he just blasted through… we couldn’t stop him…

Simon Kalis: COULDN’T?! YOU COULDN’T STOP HIM?!

Guard 2: Sir, we thought he’d given up. He mounted his bike and blasted right through the door. We lost him once he got far up enough.

Simon looks on in rage at his security force, placing his hand on his head. He turns away, taking a deep breath, then turns back.

Simon Kalis: Have we located ANY sign of him?

Guard 3: We found his ducati. It was sitting right outside…

The guard pauses, Simon raising an eyebrow. He leans in, questioning.

Simon Kalis: Where?

Guard 4: Outside Lisa Seldon’s room, sir.

Kalis is taken aback, and he looks at the group. He shakes his head in disbelief, pondering.

Gurad 5: Sir, should we question Ms. Seldon…

Simon Kalis: No. I’ll go see Lisa. I want four of you at the entrance door. Two at the ducati. The rest of you, roaming. You are on full alert, is that understood? Apprehend Lucious and bring him to me. By any means necessary.

Guards: YES SIR!

Simon Kalis: For now, I’ve got some business to attend to at ringside…

The guards disperse, Kalis confused. He starts towards ringside as Masakazu meets up with him in the hall, wondering what the hell is going on.

*****The Capo Regime*****

The sounds of sirens begin wailing across the speakers, mixed with the sound of helicopters flying over ahead with sporadic gunfire in the background until there’s a massive explosion of fireworks at the entrance ramp.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing!

“Indestructible(The Order of Chaos Worldwide Theme Song)” by Disturbed hits and the crowd jumps to their feet as Simon Kalis and Masakazu step out with Jeremy Gold cowering behind them.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring by the REBEL Pro General Manager! They are Masakazu! Simon Kalis! THE ORDER OF CHAOS!

The camera pans the crowd, showing many fans waving the burning skull emblem of The Order of Chaos. Jeremy Gold wipes the tears from his eyes before running backstage as Simon and Masakazu make their way to the ring, their stolen PWA Tag Team titles on their shoulders. Simon’s shirt is still ripped and we can see that he’s got a medical gauze wrapped where he was branded earlier tonight.

Linzi Martin: I can’t believe Bubba had the nerve to brand Simon like he was cattle! It’s kind of racist, actually.

Mikey Massacre: He got what he deserved.

Linzi Martin: What?! Why?!

Mikey Massacre: Why? I knew this was coming, Linzi. I knew it the moment Larry sold almost half of REBEL Pro to Simon Kalis. This was going to be funded by, in support of, their damned Order and be one massive scheme.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, so?! The PWA reached new heights of success under Simons regime! The only scheme here is that Simon wants REBEL Pro to become the crown jewel of the AoWF!

Mikey Massacre: Regime? You mean reign of terror.

Linzi Martin: Don’t forget who pays your cheque.

Mikey Massacre: Trust me, I haven’t.

Kalis and Masa enter the ring and stomp their feet, slap their chests and salute the sold out crowd here in New Orleans. The crowd cheers and screams for sheer, creepy, joy. They all salute back and begin chanting. Simon grabs a microphone and motions the crowd to quiet down as the music dies out.

Simon Kalis: It’s so good… For REBEL Pro… To FINALLY COME TO NEW ORLEANS!

The crowd cheers and go nuts, cause he mentioned their city! Yay!

Simon Kalis: This National Tour began with a vision. To expand REBEL Pros sphere of influence from the South across this entire great nation. To bring the fierciest brand of wrestling to the homes of millions of people across the nation, and even the world itself! And sure. Some people don’t like it. People fear change, after all. And just because REBEL Pro legends like Justin Case and Chad Kurtis are dying stars in a growing universe, I get the flak for it.

The crowd has a mixed reaction to that comment.

Simon Kalis: But they key to humanity is our ability to adapt. And it’s not my fault no one can adapt to a bunch of women coming into REBEL Pro and running ape shit all over the boys. For all these macho hardcore types like Bubba J, they’re the ones who look like they belong in the kitchen making me a god damn sandwich. Not Violet. Not Lisa. And definitely not Emily Corlen, cause she’d eat the fucking sandwich.

Simon and Masa laugh, as do the crowd.

Simon Kalis: But we’re not here for that. We’re here to spend some of the hundreds of millions of dollars we’ve got sitting in our Order of Chaos war chest. And truth be told, I think you’ve all done a wonderful job. From Jaice Wilds to Violet Harper, from Justin Case to Emily Corlen. Even you, Bobby Lee. So with that note, I’d like to give you guys a present. As of today, everyone on the REBEL Pro roster has been mailed a bonus cheque for $50,000!

The crowd erupts into cheers and we’re sure everyone backstage is surprised their salary just got tripled.

Linzi Martin: See! They’re not so bad!

Mikey Massacre: Bribery, nothing more Linzi.

Simon Kalis: That’s not all! See I noticed what’s gone on the last two weeks or so. Legions Church of Misery got destroyed…

The crowd cheers this news, but Simon merely winks into the camera.

Simon Kalis: And of course, Hardcore Drinking was also destroyed…

The crowd boos this news, but Simon merely smiles into the camera.

Simon Kalis: And it is with a humble heart, that I come out here to tell all of you that I’ve signed a big fat cheque to have it rebuilt.

The crowd cheers extremely loud.

Mikey Massacre: Wait have what rebuilt? Which one?

Kalis nods in Massacres direction, almost as if he heard him.

Simon Kalis: By it, I mean The Church of Misery and ONLY the Church of Misery! Better than EVER!

The crowd doesn’t seem too pleased with this, as they boo loudly.

Simon Kalis: What? You think I’m going to fucking help Bubba J and Vincent Black? These two scum of the EARTH?! Especially after Bubba thinks that branding me is somehow productive to his continued existence on this planet? No, far from it. If anyone has been paying attention, they’ll have noticed Legion repeatedly mention that he was sent here. He was sent to REBEL Pro.

Masakazu tries to hide his smile as he looks around at the crowd, but he’s doing a horrible job of it.

Simon Kalis: Well if you were paying attention you’d also know the same week that I took the helm of REBEL Pro from Larry Gordon? Was the same week Legion and his Church arrived in REBEL Pro. Truth be told? The man who sent Legion here? Was me.

The crowd gasps all at once, in shock.

Mikey Massacre: Dear god…

Linzi Martin: Oh Simon knows all the weirdest people doesn’t he?

Simon Kalis: Legion, and the Church of Misery will cleanse REBEL Pro with their fire. This is why I hereby declare the Church of Misery… The OFFICIAL religion of REBEL Pro. I hereby give Legion all rights, all freedom to go forth and burn and destroy each and every single one of you fucking sheep with no consequence to him or his Church whatsoever.

The crowd is almost silent, aside from some booing. They’re all in complete shock!

Linzi Martin: Whoa!

Mikey Massacre: …

Simon Kalis: It starts with the Extreme Elite! It started with Hostile?

Kalis seems to say it, as if asking a question as he smirks.

Simon Kalis: Soon Bubba J, Vincent Black. You’ll join Hostile in the depths of oblivion itself you little cockroaches. As of this moment, REBEL Pro will become a hell on earth. You missed the blood?! You missed the hardcore fucking violence?! Well I’ll show you all what the Kalis era of REBEL Pro will be come Aggression. So next week I give you my revenge! Justin Case, you want to call conspiracy like you’re Alex Jones or some shit? Fine! You get a handicap elimination match next week! It’ll be special.

Simon smirks, the crowd goes nuts.

Simon Kalis: And Bubba J wants to fuck around? Well you can face Vincent Black next week in a 2/3 falls match!

Mikey Massacre: Jesus, he’s going off.

Simon Kalis: That’s not it! If you lose Bubba, you have to kiss my bare butt naked ass cheeks at Aggression.

The crowd laughs, some cheer, some boo.

Linzi Martin: That would be strangely hot!

Simon Kalis: And if Vincent Black loses? Well the ownership of, and the deed to the land of Hardcore Drinking becomes mine. Simple as that.

Mikey Massacre: It’s official ladies and gentlemen. Simon is nuts.

Masakazu high fives his dad, and they both laugh.

Simon Kalis: That’s not all, folks! Next week? Legion faces Emily Corlen in what I’ve dubbed the FUCK YOU SPECIAL!

Kalis flips the bird to the camera.

Simon Kalis: I will referee this match. Legion need only pin Emily for two count to win. If Emily loses? She is stripped of her half of the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles and FIRED!

Linzi Martin: WHOA!

The whole crowd gasps, such shocking news!

Simon Kalis: If Legion wins? He’s the automatic number one contender to the REBEL Pro World Championship. That is of course, unless he wins the title tonight.

Mikey Massacre: This is madness.

Linzi Martin: Nope, like you once told me Mikey. This isn’t madness! This… Is…. REBEL Pro!

Simon Kalis: Take that to the bank, fuckers.

Kalis rolls his eyes, as Masakazu punches him in the arm for being so god damn awful as “Indestructible” hits again.

Linzi Martin: Wait, wait. What does this all mean? How can a wrestling company have an official religion?

Mikey Massacre: He wants to turn REBEL Pro into hell on earth? What the hell is this moron doing??? Look at all these matches he’s booked…

Simon and Masakazu both light cigarettes as they make their way up the entrance ramp, saluting the twin statues of Lisa Seldon as they laugh and head backstage.

*****Tables, Ladders & Chairs for the RPW Aggression Championship*****
*****Violet Harper© versus Jaice Wilds versus Legion versus Justin Case*****

With all four competitors in the ring, the crowd all rise to their feet. There are tables lined up, surrounding the ring on their sides against the barricade with ladders leaned up against those. A few ladders are already standing outside the ring, with one in the middle of the ring right beneath the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship. There are tables already set up, that surround the ring and chairs everywhere. Legion cracks his neck, Jaice moves and sways back and forth as he looks up at the title. Case smirks, pointing to himself and Violet looks all around.

Mikey Massacre: Now, she gets to prove if she deserves that title. Winning by default doesn’t cut it in my books. Now she faces looming odds.

Linzi Martin: You just don’t like the fact all of the REBEL Pro titles are held by women.

Mikey Massacre: Corlen is a woman?

DING DING DING

Everyone rushes for the ladder in the middle of the ring, except Justin Case who fakes a rush and then flips himself over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Violet quickly stops, putting her hands up against the ladder and pushing herself away before she gets crushed by Legion. Jaice Wilds immediately hops up onto the ladder and begins climbing his little Brazilian self to the top. Legion grabs the ladder and begins shaking it and rocking it back and forth but Jaice manages to hold on. Violet stands back to watch, when she notices Justin Case is back. Case is climbing up a super tall ladder on the outside that puts him at even stance with the belt, with a big leap required to get to it. Case carefully balances himself on top of the ladder as Jaice hangs onto the ladder he’s on. Case flies off, into the ring, a missile fucking dropkick, right into the ladder, sending Jaice flying off outside of the ring on the opposite side and through a table! The crowd goes nuts, but Case falls into the ring with a big drop and lands right onto Legion who breaks his fall.

Linzi Martin: Did everyone just get destroyed within the first two minutes?

Mikey Massacre: And this match has only JUST begun, Linzi!

Jaice holds his head as he lays in the wreckage of that table, Legion pushes Justin Case off of him as Violet pushes the ladder in the ring back up and begins climbing as fast as she can. Legion sees this and quickly gets to his feet. Violet looks down and knows she can’t make it to the belt in time, before Legion sends her off like Jaice, so instead she jumps off near the top and falls with an elbow. Legion steps away and she lands right on Justin Case, the back of Case’s neck as he attempts to get to his feet. Case cringes, feeling it right into his spine. Legion then grabs Violet Harper from the back of her neck and hair and rips her to her feet. He wraps his big prophetic hand around her throat and lifts her with ease high into the air before throwing her out of the ring. Violet hit’s the apron and rolls off to the outside. Jaice is coming to on the outside and Case lifts himself up by the ropes.

Mikey Massacre: No surprise that Legion is the one standing.

Linzi Martin: Well d’uh he’s powered by evil or something, I think.

Legion grabs Justin Case by the legs and flips him over, but Case swiftly proceeds to kick Legion right in the face from the canvas. Jaice gets onto the apron and throws a chair into the ring. Case quickly rolls and grabs the chair, using it like a shield to protect himself from the heavy boots Legion is bringing down onto him. Violet slaps the apron, shaking her head as she watches all of this unfold. She grabs a chair herself and slides into the ring. Jaice gets onto the apron and Legion just punches him right back off of it, sending Jaice to the outside again. This gives Case and Violet time to get up on their feet, and both swing their chairs at Legion’s masked face. There’s a huge clink as the chairs crunch Legions face and smash each other at the same time. Legion is still standing though, only stumbling a bit. Case and Harper smash their chairs against his face again but again Legion is only stumbling. Wilds slides back into the ring with his next chair in hand and joins the fray, and all three smash their chairs at Legions head and Legion finally stumbles towards the ropes. Wilds springboards himself off the top rope, spins and hit’s a heel kick that sends Legion over the top rope. Harper immediately spins herself and tries to hit Case with her chair, but Case ducks, hit’s a super kick then implant DDTs Violet Harper onto his downed chair.

Mikey Massacre: Everyone is getting a piece of everyone here.

Linzi Martin: This night is full of cluster matches.

Legion is on the outside and Wilds stands atop the turnbuckles and flies off, landing on Legion and giving him a face buster right into a steel chair that’s laying on the outside of the ring. Case with a leg drop off the middle turnbuckle onto Violet as she gets up sends her face first right back into that steel chair, and she begins bleeding now.

Linzi Martin: Good thing this isn’t a first blood match.

Mikey Massacre: If you’re not bleeding, it isn’t REBEL Pro.

Wilds begins wailing on Legion like a mad man trying to keep him down, using a steel chair until it’s nearly obliterated. Violet gets to her feet in the ring groggily, and Case grabs her and puts her into an abdominal stretch of all things. She writhes in pain as he continues to apply stronger and stronger pressure.

Mikey Massacre: Look we came for a fight and a wrestling match broke out.

Linzi Martin: In a wrestling promotion, who knew it’d be possible?

Mikey Massacre: I can sense the sarcasm, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: I have my moments.

Violet tries to worm and squeeze her way out to no luck, instead Case just continues to apply pressure while keeping an eye on Legion and Jaice on the outside of the ring. Finally Case lets go of Violet, spins her around and hits Just 2 Talented on Violet Harper! Harper rolls out of the ring, completely out of it. Legion feigns a knock out, Jaice breathing heavily as he drops the utterly dented chair. Jaice decides to begin stacking tables, because it’s not like there’s anything else to do right? Jaice stacks one table on top of another and then hoists a folded table up with him onto the ring apron as he gingerly keeps his balance, unfolding that third table and creating a three-high stacked table column. It’s during all of this that Justin Case is climbing the ladder in the ring towards the title. Jaice runs around to the opposite side of the ring, hopping over a still dazed Violet Harper and begins climbing that really big ladder Case used earlier. Both men reach their apex at the same time, Jaice is a fast little guy as it were. Case grabs onto the title, but it’s at this point Legion is back into the ring and Legion rips the ladder out from under Justin Case’s legs. Case hangs onto the rope and the title, trying to unclasp it with one hand while he hangs on with his other. Legion lifts the ladder he has up with both arms, and begins swinging it like one giant fucking baseball bat at Case.

Mikey Massacre: I can’t say I’ve ever seen that done.

Linzi Martin: That’s just freakish.

It’s at this precise, horrible and awful moment, that Case sees Jaice Wilds leap across the big gap between them, his legs coming towards his face. Case tries to just fall and rip the title away but Jaice slides his legs right over Case’s shoulders mid air, and swings him like a rag doll with a super hurricanrana that sends Case right through THREE god damn tables that Jaice had stacked. As Jaice falls however, Legion puts out the ladder and this time Jaice breaks his fall on the ladder. Violet Harper has recovered on the outside and she grabs a chair, which she finishes wrapping in barbed wire and slides back into the ring. Legion tilts his head, staring at her as if she was a piece of trash in his eyes. She goes to swing the barbed wire chair at his head, but instead changes direction midswing and hits him flat across the stomach and then another quick swing into Legions legs. She throws the chair aside and begins hitting him with lefts and rights, the crowd going nuts at the balls on this chick. Legion takes a step back but then grabs her head and head butts her into oblivion. And by oblivion, we mean canvas.

Mikey Massacre: We may’ve been questioning her worth as Champion heading into this match, but there’s no doubt Violet has serious gall to go at Legion toe to toe like that.

Linzi Martin: I wasn’t doubting her worth. She’s an awesome chika! She has never lost to another REBEL Pro wrestler! Only that asshole Vicious!

Mikey Massacre: Yeah but, let’s not forget that in doing so she let the whole REBEL Pro fan base down by failing to capture the AoWF Television title.

Violet Harper picks up the chair and throws it to Legion. Legion catches it and then Violet hits him with a bicycle kick, into the chair, which goes into his masked face. Sadly, Legion does not go down and now has a barbed wire steel chair in his hand. Violet’s eyes widen, she quickly ducks the chair shot from Legion using her speed to advantage. Another chair shot, Legion misses. Justin Case at this point is getting into the ring as is Jaice Wilds, both men now bleeding themselves. As Wilds gets up, Violet shoves him in front of herself and Legions barbed wire chair dents with Jaice Wild’s facial impression. Jaice hit’s the canvas again, dazed. Case has splinters all in his body and leans in a corner pulling them out, tiny little spots where he’s bleeding all over his body. Jaice rolls out of the ring, bruised from landing on the ladder and now bleeding from his face.

Mikey Massacre: I don’t see how any of them is going to win this at this point.

Linzi Martin: No they’ll all be dead before that.

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Violet jumps out towards Legion in magnificent fashion, taking him down face first with Purple Haze into the ladder! Legion rolls off it, dazed for once! Violet Harper quickly grabs the ladder and sets it up. Jaice Wilds is on the outside of the ring moving more tables into place and this time stacking them with chairs ready to be sat on, on top of this table. Justin Case goes to the same ladder and begins climbing the opposite side of it. Both he and Violet reach the top at the same time and they begin slugging it out, back and forth head shots with stiff rights as they clamour to grab the Aggression Championship. Legion is getting to his feet just as Jaice Wilds hops onto the ring apron, climbs to the top and comes off with a super kick neck breaker onto Legion taking him down! Violet jumps to grab the Aggression title, but Case jumps to grab her and has her locked belly-to-belly with him as they both come falling off. Case converts their belly-to-belly position in a suplex and they go out of the ring, through the chairs and the table Jaice had set up on the outside!!!

Linzi Martin: OH SHIT! That was right here in front of us, folks!

Mikey Massacre: That’s bound to leave a few marks.

Jaice sets the ladder up now, getting his big chance to seize the moment. He hurriedly climbs up the ladder but Legion is back up and grabs it once again. Legion lifts the ladder up and throws it towards the ropes, taking Jaice Wilds with it as Jaice goes flying into the announcers table, breaking right through it with television sets electrocuting his face and splinters slicing into him. Violet Harper and Justin Case seem to be pulling themselves out of this wreckage and Legion still has this massive ladder in his arms and he swings it from inside the ring at them. Violet ducks, Justin doesn’t and he gets a big piece of steel across his chin which sends him flying into Jaice Wilds knocked the fuck out.

Linzi Martin: Aw man, they spilled my coffee.

Mikey Massacre: Well, that’s one problem from all of this.

Violet Harper stumbles out, bleeding, bruised but standing. She’s a tough one. Legion ignores her, sets up the ladder now and begins climbing. Harper goes to the big super ladder on the outside like Justin Case and Jaice Wilds before her, though don’t tell her that they’re not doing so well right now. Legion is slower than Harper, giving her the time to speed her way on up to the top of the super ladder. She stands on the very top of it now, the cameras flashing. Legion scoffs as he reaches up for the Aggression championship.

Mikey Massacre: This should be good.

Linzi Martin: I’m on the edge of my seat!

Every single fan in the arena stands on their feet as Violet takes a deep breath and lunges off the ladder, pushing it to the ground with the force of her lunge. She goes for a dropkick on Legion but Legion catches her legs, Violet swings wildly and hits her head on the ladder as it teeters. She’s upside down now at the mercy of Legion who lifts her back up to ensure she feels the pain. It all happens so quickly, the cameras flashing are so blinding… ENTER BLACKNESS OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE LAST STANDING TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! VIOLET HARPER IS FUCKED!

DING DING DING

Mikey Massacre: Wait, what?! Why did the bell ring?!

Linzi Martin: LOOK!

The belt is gone from the rope it was attached to. In the wreckage below, Legion looks up in pain as Violet Harper lays almost dead, clutching the Aggression championship. There are two referees who talk to each other and nod, as they look out to the REBELTron.

INSTANT REPLAY- BROUGHT TO YOU BY CTHULU FOR PRESIDENT 2012: We see the slow motion replay and as Legion brought Violet up for his patented finishing move, Violet quickly grabbed onto the Aggression title and as Legion rips her and himself down the title rips off with her.

Jenny Jersey: After video confirmation, the winner…. AND STILLLLLL REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPION…. VIOLET HARPER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mikey Massacre: Well god damn. What a finish.

Linzi Martin: GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER!

Mikey Massacre: Calm down what are you a feminazi?

Linzi Martin: NOPE! Now NONE of you sexist male pigs can doubt Violet Harper as the true Aggression Champion! SHE ROCKS!

Mikey Massacre: I think she’s dead.

“Gasoline” by Audioslave hits but Violet Harper is not moving. Legion gets to his feet and begins throwing chairs around and shaking his head as looks around. Case and Wilds are still dead in the announcers table as EMTs rush out to check on everyone.

Mikey Massacre: Legion might be the last one standing, but he isn’t the Aggression Champion.

Linzi Martin: His lust for destruction, cost him the title. But lucky for him, he’s in the World title match next! And hey, he’s actually still alive enough to fight in it.

Mikey Massacre: The night may not be done for him yet.

Violet’s eyes open as she’s helped to her feet by EMTs, Legion is already heading backstage shaking his head. Violet, amidst the blood and horribly bruised body of hers, smiles as she raises the Aggression title high above her head and the crowd cheers her on.

*****You Have The Right To Remain Silent*****

Legion is walking through some of the back halls of the Superdome following the TLC match, hiding his displeasure with the outcome well. He is being followed by three of his hooded priests. From the left, Vincent Black attacks two of the three priests, dropping them both to the ground with hard clotheslines. He spins on his heels and delivers a hard boot to the face of the third. Legion turns quickly and prepares to attack Black, when the two men are surrounded by New Orleans Police, as well as Sheriffs and various plainclothes officers. Vincent chuckles and backs up, as the ring of officers breaks to let him out. One officer, a plainclothes, begins to talk.

OFFICER: I am Agent Rod Sterling from the FBI. You are under arrest for kidnapping, torturing those you’ve kidnapped, trespa-

Legion has other plans, as he turns and punches the first officer within distance. He hits another as an officer behind him zaps him with his Tazer. Legion lets out an unfamiliar yelp and drops to his knees, where an officer cuffs him from behind.

Agent Sterling: And now, assaulting officers of the law, fuckmook.

Sterling takes Legion’s mask off, showing a surprisingly young man with green eyes looking hatefully up towards the agent. From off screen comes a middle aged man, who is let into the circle.

AGENT STERLING: Mr. Farnsworth, is this the man you see trespassing onto your property?

Mr. Farnsworth looks at the man, and nods.

MR. FARNSWORTH: Yes, it’s him.

Legion is Tazered again by another officer, and brought to his feet. He is led past Vincent, who spits in his unmasked face.

VINCENT: I won’t forget you, kid.

Vincent walks towards Mr. Farnsworth, hand extended. The two men shake hands.

VINCENT: He was really young, man. I’m surprised. But, he got what he deserved. Thank you for agreeing to identify him.

MR. FARNSWORTH: Yep. I had no idea a legit cult was in that old, burnt-out church. It’s sickening.

Black nods, he doesn’t care anymore. Legion’s gone. Black walks away, and Mr. Farnsworth watches him go as a smile spreads across his face.

MR. FARNSWORTH: The damned fool.

???: I know.

From the left of the shot appears Legion, who stands next to Farnsworth.

MR. FARNSWORTH: Brian gave a great sacrifice for our Church, letting himself be arrested in your stead.

Legion laughs.

LEGION: He did what had to be done. Vincent Black will get his soon…

*****Setting The Stage*****

Simon is en route to Lisa Seldon’s locker room, looking for answers. He turns a corner… and finds a set of guards taken out. He runs over, checking them out. Their tasers are missing, and a single bullet lies between them. Kalis picks up the bullet, thinking. He starts towards Lisa’s locker room once again, but notices a small trail of bullets leading elsewhere. He follows the trail back to his own office, where a chuckle can be heard. Kalis realizes that this is a trap, but enters anyways. He finds the seat at the desk turned toward the wall, and a line swept through the cascade of bullets. He approaches the desk, slamming his fists down.

Voice: Bout damn time. Was wondering if you’d forgotten I was here.

Simon Kalis: What the hell are you doing here, Lucious?

The chair spins, a grin-touting Lucious Starr seated behind the desk. He scoots up until he is seated directly at the desk, leaning over and placing the tips of his fingers together. His grin starts to fade ever so slightly as he speaks, mocking sadness.

Lucious Starr: Is that any way to greet an old friend? Or perhaps more importantly, a man you once called your brother?

Simon Kalis: You are NOT my fucking brother.

Lucious Starr: Honestly, Aaron, you surprise me. After all I’ve done for you- well, to you- you don’t consider me family? I mean, hell, Aaron. Everything I’ve done this far is a flattering copy of the horrid things you did during the Order’s reign of terror. But I guess when you’re head is stuffed that far up your own ass, you don’t see when…

Simon Kalis: Get to the fucking point, Lucious. What the hell are you doing here?

Lucious shakes his head, exhaling deeply. He takes a breath, extending his arms.

Lucious Starr: It’s over, Aaron. Game, set. In just a few short weeks, it will be the anniversary of the day it all began. And I’ve decided that that is exactly where it all ends.

Simon Kalis: What the fuck are you talking about? It ends where it began…

Kalis starts to realize, Lucious’ grin back in full effect.

Simon Kalis: Manitoba Mayhem.

Lucious Starr: Bingo, Kalis. The night the Order took hold. The night all our work came to fruition. The night we established ourselves as the most dominant faction in the history of the PWA. The night that this whole thing comes to a finale.

Simon Kalis: This shit ends NOW, Lucious. I want my son back. And I want you to leave me the hell alone.

Lucious Starr: All that will be taken care of. But first, I’ll need you to sign this.

Lucious slides a manilla folder across the table, Simon stepping forward. He opens it up, finding a small stack of papers inside. He scans the top page, looking up to Lucious.

Simon Kalis: This is a contract.

Lucious Starr: Is that what it is? I thought it was a set of Emily Corlen nudie pics. My bad.

Simon Kalis: You want me to sign a match contract for Manitoba Mayhem? What the hell do I get?

Lucious Starr: Easy. I get to beat the hell out of you, remove you from active competition, and get to claim the end of Simon Kalis. You… you get Brian back.

Simon raises a brow, a grin starting to form.

Simon Kalis: So what’s this contract say about when I win?

Lucious snorts, then sits back and just laughs. He slowly calms, shaking his head.

Lucious Starr: That’s a good one, Aaron. When you win. Yeah, I made a provision in the off chance you managed to irk out a win. If you do the impossible, you never hear from me again. I return Brian without another word, and I will be bound to stay away from you and your family forever- well, with the exception of scheduled matches that may arise later, but that’s a minor side note that isn’t important anywhere in the near future.

Simon nods, picking up a pen. He places the tip to the paper, starting with the first stroke… but abruptly stops.

Simon Kalis: What do you get out of this, Lucious?

Lucious laughs.

Lucious Starr: I told you. I get to beat you to within an inch of your life, and claim to be the man to end Simon Kalis.

Simon Kalis: It can’t possibly be that easy. There’s got to be something in here you’re not telling me about.

Lucious chuckles, throwing his head back. He leans in, getting nose-to-nose with Kalis.

Lucious Starr: All I want. All I’ve wanted this whole time. Was to end you. Manitoba Mayhem… is going to give me the platform to do so. And once you sign that match contract, I’m going to be able to beat you so badly that even the coroner will be too nauseated to come get you.

Simon and Lucious stare each other down, both serious. Simon suddenly cracks a smile, signing the contract.

Simon Kalis: I’ll do it. But only because I’m going to beat you so badly that even Joshua will be terrified to go anywhere near your decrepit corpse.

Simon looks up, both serious. Simon cracks a grin, pointing towards the door.

Simon Kalis: Karma’s a bitch, Lucy. And the time’s coming for you to get yours. Now, if you would… get the FUCK out of my arena.

Lucious looks on, an eyebrow raised and a slight grin. He nods, picking up the papers and folder and walks around the desk. He flips the bird as he exits the room, heading for the parking lot. Or is he? Simon turns, chuckling to himself.

*****Bring Your Own Weapon Invitational for the RPW World Championship*****
*****Lisa Seldon© vs. Legion vs. Bobby Lee vs. Emily Corlen vs. Bubba J vs. “Pocket Ace”*****

The match starts with just Bubba J, Legion, Bobby Lee and our super awesome eponymous heroine Lisa (YAY!) Seldon in the ring. All four wait in their respective corners, with Lisa Seldon sitting on the top turnbuckle and Bobby Lee trying to look small.

The bell sounds and Bubba and Legion charge each other down and instantly begin throwing fists. Legion, the much larger man presses the advantage in the back and forth exchange, but Bubba ducks a right hand and begins blasting him back toward the ropes, where he finishes with a clothesline that sends him straight over the top. He then follows closely behind as Bobby Lee rushes him from behind and tosses him over the top to the floor. Sadly, as it’s not a battle royal, he doesn’t get any points. He then turns around to see Lisa Seldon taking a run toward him and promptly ducks down to avoid her. Instead of kicking him in the face though, Lisa Seldon passes right over him with a Cartwheel before throwing herself into a Moonsault over the top-rope and two the floor where she wipes out both men beneath her.

Relatively unscathed, Lisa Seldon slides back under the bottom rope, allowing Bobby Lee to get the drop on her with a Double Axe-Handle smash. Bobby then picks her up and pitches her to the ropes and lowers his head for a Backdrop. Unfortunately he drops to early, and the only thing that hits the floor is his tinfoil hat. Lisa then returns from her trip to the ropes, slows herself to a halt directly in front of him and promptly flattens his tinfoil headgear under his foot. The crowd boo as expected.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh well that’s just mean.

Suddenly alive, Bobby Lee throws himself into a Lariat that inevitably ends with him laying on his face. He quickly scrambles to get up but Lisa moves quicker, putting her foot on the back of his head and making it the second thing tonight that she’s stomped into the mat. Meanwhile the two bulls on the outside have picked themselves up and brought the fight back fast and furious, with Bubba J whipping Legion into the guardrail, only for him to push himself off and come shooting back, turning Bubba J inside out with a Big Boot.

Bubba J rolls to his front and tries to shake the cobwebs clear, but Legion is on him like the colour of a food on the food of that colour, pulling him up by the head and dragging him into a Fireman’s Carry. Legion the steps to the guardrail, gets his hands in position and thrusts Bubba J into the air, holding him aloft for a few seconds before tossing him off the back and letting him crush the rail underneath.

LINZI MARTIN: A huge Gorilla Press from Legion flattens the security rail. It’s hard to tell which of them took that blow the worst.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My guess is Bubba’s fat gut braced him for most of the impact.

In the ring Lisa Seldon pushes Bobby Lee into a corner and happily kicks him in the chest until his forced to slip through the ropes and out to the floor for a time out. Lisa Seldon chooses to wave this request and follows him to the outside, but Bobby Lee reacts by doing the smartest thing he’s ever done and trips out her leg, causing her to crack her head against the ring apron. Meanwhile across the way, Legion has Bubba J pinned to the floor beneath the guardrail, which he leans down on top of and digs into the man’s throat.

LINZI MARTIN: Bubba J has already been through a war tonight and now Legion is looking to finish him off.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s made it has goal as of late to take out Hardcore Entertainment and it looks like he’s on the verge of getting rid of one more.

Legion digs it deep but Bubba J eventually manages to get a foot up and kick him off, sending Legion staggering back. He then tosses the rail aside, completely oblivious of the fan who just had their knee messed up, and then wastes no amount of effort by grabbing Legion by the legs and pulling him to the floor. Legion tries to fight him off but Bubba gets on top and begins raining down fists, holding Legion’s head up with one hand and hammering away at his face with the other.

Over by the announce desk we go again, where Bobby Lee has Lisa on the floor and as primed to smash her face into the ring apron. Seemingly though the intention is to leave him primed forever as Lisa puts her foot up on the apron and very easily staves off his attack, before reaching back and throwing an elbow into his face. Bobby Lee goes back and sinks to a knee, potentially to beg for mercy, but all Lisa see’s is a step, prompting her to put one foot up on his extended leg and one knee through his face and out the other side, shattering his jaw and leaving him in a heap as she steps through.

LINZI MARTIN: The Shining Wizard from Lisa Seldon. And it looks like she’s coming this way.

LISA SELDON: I sure am Linzi.

Says Lisa as she pie-faces the poor woman to the floor and jacks her headset.

LISA SELDON: So. What’s going on!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Old commentary partner is getting his body parts caved in.

LISA SELDON: Magical.

Bubba J has Legion on his feet and whips him into the ring post, sending him down in a heap. Both men have clearly seen better days but Legion has barely had a second to rest and Bubba J doesn’t let up, grabbing him by the head and smashing him off the ring apron and sending him across the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Two matches in a row and the fight seems to be leaving Legion.

LISA SELDON: He’s taking his ass-whomping awful easy for a guy with 5000 goons and a crusade. I bet there’s a plan.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well if you -

LISA SELDON: No! There’s a plan and I called it! Four points to me!

Legion crawls into the nearest rail and pulls himself back to his feet, leaning back over the rail and beckoning Bubba in. Inevitably he follows, grabbing Legion by the head and smashing him across the face. Legion the goes to the floor and Bubba follows, turning him away from the rail and preventing him from seeing the figures leaping the barricade.

LISA SELDON: See? A plan! Totally a plan. He’s going to jump everyone with his army of goons and win this match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You know you’re still in it right?

LISA SELDON: There aren’t enough goons in the world to get by me.

Bubba’s arms are pulled behind his back from two goons while another two beat him with large wooden staffs. Bubba is pulled down to the floor off Legion, who sits up and watches as his cultists work over Bubba on the floor. The four men carry on pounding away as several more goons flood into the ringside area.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Shouldn’t you go get in there?

LISA SELDON: Neh I got plenty of time.

Legion’s priests pull Bubba to his feet and place him in front of Legion, who fire s a shot into Bubba’s stomach, causing him to go down. With two holding his arms though, a third wraps a cloth around bubba’s throat and pulls him back standing, only for Legion to put him down again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is going well.

LISA SELDON: Is for me!

A third shot puts Bubba to the mat, and this time they let him drop. Legion then steps over him and throws his hands high into the air. His victory is somewhat premature though, as another figure comes barrelling down the ramp.

LISA SELDON: Vincent Black to the rescue!

Black hits the floor and annihilates a goon with a bat. A second runs up and takes a kick in the stomach before the bat is brought down across his back and then a third goes down as Vincent drives the butt of the handle into their face. Legion moves at him to attack but Vincent throws him off by tossing another bat over his head. It lands in the hands of Bubba J.

LISA SELDON: Looks like he’s got Reaver… or Rover, Reaper…

Legion turns and takes the spiked back shot in the gut before Black drops him with one in the back. Legion drops to his knees and Vincent lifts his head by wrapping the bat across Legion’s throat, allowing Bubba to get his own back by smashing him in the stomach again. Before they can get any further though, a song picks up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Cee Lo Green?

LISA SELDON: Fuck. I called that one too.

Red and violet lights shine around the arena, falling at the centre of the entrance ramp. Cee Lo Green’s “Fuck You” hits the arena, as white fireworks light the ramp. The anticipation is rife, and as Lucious Starr steps out the fans explode, a hail of cheers and jeers flying his way.

LISA SELDON: Looks like business is about to… slow down to the point where everyone is forced out of work, eventually dying on the street. Probably of syphilis from having to blow crack dealers for money.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Career in a nutshell?

Starr runs at the first body he meets, which just so happens to be Bubba J, who gets brought to the floor and begins trading off fists. Meanwhile Legion uses the distraction to free himself and smash Black off the ringpost and then send him to the goons. Meanwhile Starr gets Bubba into the ring and leaps into a standing Leg Scissors to catch him with the Guillotine.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I Claim Your Soul from Lucious Starr! And Bubba is already weak from the night.

Starr cranks the hold in and Bubba sinks to a knee, but Legion drops both men by running through Starr with a Big Boot. Legion then lets Starr to his feet and wraps his hand around his throat. He then quickly pulls him off the mat and shatters him to the canvas with a Chokeslam.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Legion with the first pin of the night.

LISA SELDON: We still do those?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Apparently.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And this time Legion kicks out.

Bubba then pulls Legion back to his feet and fires a knee into his gut and then throws him into the corner, only to be brought down from behind by Starr who blasts him with a Forearm in the back. On cue, She Wolf takes up the speakers.

LISA SELDON: Hope they reinforced the ring tonight. Not that there’s enough material in the world.

Emily Corlen sprints for the ring and begins throwing quick lefts at Lucious Starr. He shrugs her off and fires a kick into her stomach to double her over and then charges with a Clothesline, only for Emily to duck the move and come up behind him with a Snap Kick between the eyes.

LISA SELDON: I don’t know if she actually hit him or if the breeze from throwing that elephant leg through the air brought him down.

Emily Corlen then jumps back up and walks right into a boot from Bubba J, who then turns for the Trailer Park Trash. However Emily pushes him away, sending him into Legion and knocking them both in the corner. Bubba then falls back into Emily, who steps under his arm, grabs his waist and snaps back with a quick Backdrop.

LISA SELDON: Well… you.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mikey.

LISA SELDON: I suppose I should be getting back to work. Give your trollope my regards.

Lisa Seldon gets up, rushes forward and body-bags an unsuspecting minion of the antichrist. Meanwhile Vincent Black is still finding his hands full with the rest of them, but seems to be getting the better of them. He demonstrates this by picking one up for a Powerbomb and shattering them across the ring-frame. Inside Emily Corlen finds her advantage lost as Legion pushes aside a Dropkick attempt and lets her fall on her face. She gets up quick but Legion is there waiting for her, and walks her into a DDT across the canvas. Meanwhile Vincent Black finds his hands free, and turns his attention to some weaponry.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back then.

LINZI MARTIN: Harumph.

Vincent Black slides a barbedwire board into the ring which immediately rouses the fans. Meanwhile Bubba J has his feet and is waiting for Legion to turn. He then kicks him in the gut, catches his head and brings him down with a Vertical Suplex across the board. The fans rise in a cheer and Legion seethes, arching up from the pain, only for the barbs to bite in and pull him back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not the most graceful wrestler in the world, but it doesn’t take much to pull off a Suplex.

LINZI MARTIN: Seeing this give you any thoughts of getting back in the ring?

MIKEY MASSACRE: … Nope, not today.

Bubba rips Legion from the board and tosses him to the outside. Meanwhile Starr is on his feet and on Corlen with a German Suplex, planting her to the mat and holding for the cover.

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The second hand hits as Lisa Seldon comes off the ropes with a Double Stomp into Starr’s gut to break the pin. Starr the staggers up and takes a kick in the ribs that staggers him to one side, allowing Lisa to hop up and nail him with an Enzugiri, dropping him to his knees. Lisa then lets him get a leg off the mat, allowing her to catch him from behind and roll him over into a Schoolboy Pin, rolling over onto her back for extra leverage.

LINZI MARTIN: Mouse Trap from Lisa, and Starr is struggling.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And Emily pulls the legs out from under her.

Emily catches Lisa with a knee in the stomach and then hooks both her arms for the MDK, but Lisa breaks her grip and twists out. Emily tries to recover but Lisa holds her arm and pulls her into an Armdrag and then a Hurricanrana on the turn.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Emily kicks her way free.

Lisa lands in the ropes and Emily jumps up behind her for a German Suplex, but Lisa keeps herself grounded. Lucious Starr however has other ideas and catches Emily as well to Suplex them both. Emily loses her grip though and sends Lisa through a flip, allowing her to land on all fours. Meanwhile Emily ends up laying across Starr’s knees, where she struggles to get free, only for Lisa to leap up and land a Legdrop across her chest.

Star dumps Corlen in a heap and lets her roll to the outside. Meanwhile Lisa rolls to her feet and goes to remind him of the time she ruined his career for several months, only to be pulled out of the ring by her legs as the druids get back involved. Starr instead then turns his attention to Corlen, sliding the barbedwire board out to the floor with him.

Starr sets the board up across two chairs and then turns back to Emily, who tries to tackle him into the apron, only to be turned the other way. Emily swings around to fight him but Starr kicks her in the gut to double her up, grabs her hair and then throws her backwards to snap her head across the apron. He then forces her up and follows, stepping to his feet and pulling her up between his legs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Setting her up for Hell’s Fury… or Wrath… or Gate.

Starr lifts Emily but can’t get her off the apron. He then let’s go but Emily drops off the apron and reaches up to punch him in the stomach. Starr drops and Emily hooks both his arms, grits her teeth and arches back to drag him off the apron.

LINZI MARTIN: MDK!

Emily turns, dragging Starr off the mat, turning the other way and then smashing him through the barbedwire board, shattering it with the Angel’s Wings.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And he is outta there!!!

Emily gets to her feet, pushing back her hair and soaking in the cheers of the fans. The moment quickly turns for her though as someone brings her down from behind.

LINZI MARTIN: It’s Simon Kalis!

MIKEY MASSARE: And he just pistol-whipped her.

Emily drops but Simon carries on beating her about the head with the butt of his gun. The fans boo but Simon tunes them out, bringing the ass end of the gun down again and again across the back of her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon’s doing that bitch over but it looks like he’s got company.

A cheer rings up from the fans, causing Simon to get to his feet and leap the barricade immediately at the sight of Johnny Maverick wheeling down the ramp. Simon back up through the crowd, various bodies either patting him on the back or flipping him off. Johnny lets him go and moves in onto Emily who is just now coming too. A few seconds pass in a daze for her, but eventually it all clicks and she moves to go after Kalis, only for her legs to give out. Johnny helps her up but has to hold her at bay as she spits blind rage in Kalis general direction. He waves them goodbye as he turns and disappears into the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like the boss just stepped in and put an end to her night.

LINZI MARTIN: That’s one way to put it. I’d call it a massive, flagrant abuse of power myself.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Potato/patato.

Johnny helps Emily up the ramp as the fans nearby cheer her out. Meanwhile we cut to Lisa, who gets whipped toward one priest and stops herself put putting her foot up into their chest. Lisa then throws an elbow into the gut of one coming up behind her, kicks off the chest of the one in front of her and rolls across the back of the guy she just elbowed down. He stands up on pure reflex and then falls down on his face when Lisa lifts her leg and smashes him across the head. Inevitably this is going to carry on like this, so we cut to the crowd where Bubba and Black have Legion held up arm in arm. The two take a step forward, lift and send Legion flying with a huge, high-elevation Hip-Toss that wipes out all manner of chairs beneath him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Look out below!

LINZI MARTIN: Good thing the company itself is worth so little that no one will ever bother to sue us.

Legion crawls through the heap, clawing his way back up through a mess of chairs to get back at them. He swings wild at Bubba J and misses, right before being brought down from behind by Vincent Black with a chair. Bubba J then steps forward over the man and smashes him soundly in the head with a knee.

Legion grabs a fan and pulls to his feet before shoving them into Bubba and Black. The fan is tossed aside, by both men, neither of them aware that the fan is a plant; that cracks Bubba in the back of the head with a set of brass knuckles the second no one is looking. Bubba falls to a knee and Black turns to help him up, which is all the time Legion needs to grab the nearest chair and pitch it into Black’s face. Legion then leaps forward and floors both of them with a Double Clothesline before collapsing to his knees. He then lifts his hand and gestures for… something.

The crowds suddenly part ways as another batch of priests slowly make their way through the gap, leading something on a chain. The fans around begin to quieten as the first few priests part ways.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like Legion brought a weapon after all.

The beast known as Mammon steps forward from the crowd, suddenly unchained and pointed towards Vincent Black, whose face gets ground down beneath a massive right hand. Mammon then thunders away with shots before being pulled off by Legion, turned and forcibly thrust into the path of Bubba J, who doesn’t so much as get a fist as the full body as Mammon roars right through him. Legion then leaves him to play as he heads back to the ring.

Back at ringside Lisa is still merrily cutting through bodies. The next one runs at her, only for Lisa to step under their attack and stick a knee in their stomach. Lisa then puts one foot on the back of their head, pushing herself into the air and coming down on top of them to shatter their various faceless features off the concrete floor.

LINZI MARTIN: Another one bites the dust. Which will be very hard for them when their jaw is embedded into the concrete floor.

Lisa then turns to follow up on whoever might be next, but Legion gets the drop on her, catching her on the run, whirling around with her in his arms and driving her through the announce table. Legion staggers away laughing, falling to his knees but still remaining very much in high spirits.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh my water has no where to sit and we need to buy a new table. Also Lisa is down.

LINZI MARTIN: She pushed me down earlier and so I find it hard to feel bad.

Legion pulls himself up again and then pulls Lisa from the wreckage by her hair. He then makes a point of dragging her along the floor, heading toward the ramp. Lisa tries to kick him off, forcing him to let go and beat her with a series of right hands. He then drags her to her feet and onto his shoulder as he carries her up the entrance way.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like someone is going to get lucky tonight.

LINZI MARTIN: I don’t think it’s going to be Lisa.

Legion gets to the top of the ramp and tosses Lisa face first into her own statue, which is altogether very rude of him. He then lets her get as far as her hands and knees before driving a boot into her stomach, sending her rolling dangerously close to the edge. Legion then steps over and pulls her up again.

The beast returns to join Legion on top of the ramp and has Lisa thrust into his hands. Legion looks out across the arena, scanning the building before setting his eyes on the floor beneath the ramp. He points down into a pile of about-to-be debris.

Legion stands back as Mammon lifts Lisa off the mat by the throat and carries her to the edge of the ramp. His cold blue eye pierces into her own as he draws her in close, looking for the fear behind hers. Sadly, he brings her in too close.

MIKEY MASSACRE: In the eyes! Or I guess just eye.

Lisa blows a jet of blue mist into Mammon’s eyes, causing him to drop her and stagger back blind. The beast swings violently looking to tear off her face but can’t get a hand to her as she rolls out of his grasp. Legion turns to see the commotion and charges Lisa down and throws a forearm into her face. Lisa answers back with a Push Kick in the chest. Legion then moves to attack her again but gets distracted by Bubba and Black chasing him down. Legion takes a powder through the curtain and the two go after him, leaving Lisa and Mammon alone on the stage.

The beast charges at Lisa and throws an arm but misses the mark as she darts under his arm. He then turns and leaps at her again, but this time he runs into the nearest statue, cracking it against his head. Mammon then staggers back in a daze as the statue begins to sway. Lisa spies an opening.

Bracing herself against the stage wall, Lisa puts her feet up against the still quivering statue, braces and finally tips it over. Mammon turns around just in time to see it fall, and come crashing down on top of him.

Mammon struggles beneath the statue but even he finds it too heavy to lift. Meanwhile down the ramp Black and Bubba have Legion between them; Black lifting him up with an Inverted Powerbomb and Bubba stepping in to catch him around the throat and splatter him on the steel with the Ace Crusher.

LINZI MARTIN: Elitist Drop!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The numbers are starting to thin alright.

Black carries on the attack against Legion, fighting him off the ramp. Meanwhile Bubba makes his way back to the ring, stopping only to grab a few boards from under the ring and slide them in with him. He then turns to Lisa and beckons her in.

Lisa considers the invitation, shrugs her shoulders and slides in after him. She immediately picks up a chair as Bubba comes at her with his bat. He swings over head but Lisa deflects the blow and then fires off one of her own that cuts through the air as he darts back. Black teases his next shot, forcing her to block high, only to go low and slam his bat into her stomach. Lisa then drops the chair and Bubba hammers her across the back, sticking the various broken everything into her back and then peeling it off as she falls to her knees.

Bubba moves in behind Lisa and drops the bat onto her head, grinding it against her skin and opening various fissures across the top of her head. He then tosses the bat aside and turns his attention to a barbedwire board, that he slides into the centre of the ring. Bubba then picks Lisa up and drags her into a Powerbomb that Lisa tries to fight off, but Bubba shrugs a series of punches off and then hammers her down into the board; spines of metal tearing at her flesh as he presses her down. Bubba then leaves forward on top of her for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And she’s out at two!

Lisa kicks him off and goes over, her skin forcibly torn from the spikes as she rolls over to her stomach. Bubba carries on the attack, this time picking Lisa up with a Gutwrench, flipping Lisa up into the air and letting her spill off his shoulder, this time dropping her face first into the wire. Lisa grits her teeth and lets out some very unpleasant noises, but Bubba doesn’t let up, grabbing her by the hair and ripping her free again. Bubba then throws her to the corner and begins shooting out right hands, snapping her head back with each shot and forcing her down to the floor. He then drops the punches for kicks, stamping her down to the floor.

Bubba then turns his attention back to the board. Picking it up and putting it prickly side down on Lisa before hitting it with a stomp. He then runs to the nearest rope, fires back and throws a kick, grinding the wood and thorns against her face.

Bubba then pulls her free and flattens her with a DDT before rolling into the cover.

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LINZI MARTIN: And she’s out again.

Bubba pulls Lisa to her feet and pushes her into the ropes. He then grabs the chair in one hand and his bat in the other, throwing the chair up and into her hands and then swinging with the bat. He strikes out though as Lisa ducks the shot and then throws the chair back into his hands, allowing Bubba to duck this time. Lisa fakes him out though, waiting for Bubba to bend over before jumping up, placing her leg across the back of his head and smashing him into the chair with a Fameasser. Bubba then rolls to his back and Lisa punches on the cover.

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LINZI MARTIN: And this time Bubba kicks free.

Lisa gets to her feet, a little shaky as blood pumps from various wounds. She fights on though, turning to the mostly shattered barbedwire board and tearing a strand of the wire free. She then wraps it in her hands, pulls it tort and leaps on Bubba from behind, garrotting him as they both go to the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is how she put away Justin Case, and she’s about to make it two!

Bubba kicks and struggles as Lisa strangles the life from him. Blood flows from between her fingers and down Bubba’s neck, but Lisa perseveres cutting through his throat. The ref moves to check if he’s out and drops his hand, but after the second he holds his hand high, earning a cheer from the crowd.

Bubba struggles and rolls to his front; clambering to his feet with Lisa still on his back. Not content to give up so easily, Lisa holds on tight and chokes away, but Bubba finally fight to his feet and throws himself back into the corner, crushing Lisa between him and the corner buckle. He then throws back an elbow, cracking her in the jaw and finally breaking her grip. A second is just for fun and then a third fires off for good measure. Lisa then slumps in the ropes and Bubba falls to his knees, ripping the wire out of his throat and tossing it aside.

Bubba pushes past a mess of wire boards and instead grabs a much less conspicuous one. At first it seems to just be wood, but a certain glint catches the light. The camera moves in.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here come the razorblades.

Bubba drops the board in the centre of the ring and turns back to Lisa. He then forces her up onto the top and follows up with a right hand that leaves her swaying on the ropes. He then follows her up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s wrapping her up for a Superplex.

LINZI MARTIN: And he’s aiming for that razorblade board.

Bubba J halls back but Lisa keeps her legs wrapped in the ropes, forcing him to let go and begin pounding away with fists to soften her up. He then steps a foot onto the top-rope and looks to take Lisa with him, but she finally fights back, getting her foot up and kicking him straight in the chest. Bubba drops back to the second and tries to hold on, but a second kick rattles his jaw, allowing Lisa to grab his head between her feet and pull him down, smashing his face into the top buckle. Bubba then sways back, but not before Lisa pulls him in and smashes him with a headbutt, rattling both their skulls and letting him fall back. Lisa sends him the rest of the way with a foot in the face.

Bubba J falls to the mat through a gasp from the fans, but ultimately saves himself from falling into the razor-boards as he turns and lands on his hands and knee, inches from the blades. His eyes reset and a smile creeps across his face as he sees just where he is. Sadly, Lisa Seldon sees where he is too.

LINZI MARTIN: Lisa’s perched on the top-rope.

Lisa doesn’t even give him a chance to move as she leaps from the top-rope, bringing up both her knees and sinking them into the back of Bubba’s head. She then comes down on top of him, splattering his face off the mat as the razors rip through his head.

LINZI MARTIN: The Horror Pop!

MIKEY MASSACRE: and Bubba J’s face has been ripped right off.

Lisa Seldon clambers to her feet, her knees beginning to red with blood. She fires on though, grabbing his head and smashing it into the razors again and again until it comes up a raw and bloody mess. She then pulls him up to his knees, steps back and let’s rip with a Roundhouse Kick through the side of his head, sending him to the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Killer from Lisa Seldon. And Bubba is out!

Lisa drops down by his side, utterly oblivious to the razors in her knee as she rolls him for the cover.

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DING DING DING

Lisa Seldon looks around as the referee hands her the REBEL Pro World title.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, and STILLLLLLLLLLLL REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Champion…. LISA SELDON!!!!

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Mikey Massacre: So what not even the world can bring this woman down?

Linzi Martin: Ohhhh isn’t it exciting?!

Lisa rolls out of the ring and leaves as Jeremy Gold comes running down to the ring to survey the damage. Eventually Gold directs everyone away from ringside for some reason but Bubba J especially does not seem too pleased right now.

*****Teaser*****

Mikey Massacre: Well, fans, we have had an amazing show tonight. But tune in next week to Aggression for more-

Suddenly, the lights go out in the Superdome and everything goes pitch black as the fans buzz in anticipation with Jeremy Gold still in the ring.

Linzi Martin: Did we pay the light-bill for the building?

Mikey Massacre: What the heck is going on?

Linzi Martin: Someone turn the freakin’ lights on NOW!

In the midst of the darkness, we hear the bagpipe intro from “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle.

Mikey Massacre: I never thought I’d hear bagpipes in REBEL Pro…

Linzi Martin: I could have pictured banjos and six-toed mutant possum babies…

Just then, the lights come back on and the music stops. As Jeremy Gold is looking around, they see Confederate flags in all four ring posts with a jug of moon-shine and a copperhead snake slithering in the ring as the fans buzz loudly in anticipation wondering what the heck is going on as Jeremy Gold is sent of the ring upon seeing the snake screaming in fear, his sixth pair of pants for the evening staining with piss like the previous five.

Mikey Massacre: What the HELL is going on?

Linzi Martin: I don’t know, but I have a BAD feeling about this…

Mikey Massacre: Apparently, somebody out there is trying to send REBEL Pro a message… maybe we’ll get to the bottom of this next week on Aggression.

Linzi Martin: I sure hope that snake’s been de-fanged!

Mikey Massacre: Hah, right. For Linzi Martin, this is Mikey Massacre… We’ll see you next week folks.

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Corey Lazarus & Thunderwolf defeat The (Super) Power Couple
Hardcore Entertainment defeats Gabe Shelley & Alexia Fender
Violet Harper defeats Legion, Justin Case & Jaice Wilds
Lisa Seldon defeats Bobby Lee, Emily Corlen, Bubba J, Legion & Lucious Starr

*****The Invitational*****

Fireworks pop off all across the arena as the crowd jumps to their feet! Flashes of all the great stars here in RPW flash over the REBELTron. Lisa Seldon holding the REBEL Pro World, Tag Team and AoWF World Titles all at once as she stands dominant over the field. Justin Case watching in the distance, plotting his move to recapture the gold. Vincent Black and Bubba J searching, drinking and searching for Hostile who seems lost to the world. Flash fires start and begin scorching the whole field as Legion steps into view standing before the backdrop of the Church of Misery, his priests around him as the fire spreads to all four corners of the field. Bobby Lee waving at the camera holding his “title” and Violet Harper arguing with police as…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

More fireworks explode and the camera pans the sold out crowd.

Mikey Massacre: I’m Mikey Massacre, alongside Linzi Martin. Welcome to another edition of REBEL Pro Aggression!

Linzi Martin: There’s a jam packed show tonight as we march one step closer to Armed Assault!

“Nights in White Satin” by Moody Blues hits over the speakers as the crowd jump to their feet, the Order of Chaos skull emblem burning into the REBELTron.

Mikey Massacre: Oh, great. Him.

Linzi Martin: YAY! IT’S SIMON!

Simon Kalis steps out to an uproar of cheers and adulation from the crowd, adjusting the collar to his black Armani suit as he smiles and waves to the throngs of cheering fans.

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and gentlemen! It is my honour to introduce to you, the minority owner of REBEL Pro…. SIMON KALIS!

Kalis makes his way down to the ring before sliding in under the bottom rope and grabbing a microphone from Jenny Jersey.

Simon Kalis: I’m out here to address a few things, you could say, of noteworthy concern. First of all, fuck you Justin Case.

The crowd “OHHHHHHS” in response.

Simon Kalis: You little prick, you think you can make up accusations about me and I won’t notice? I’m not sure you realize this, but I’m not as nice a guy as Larry Gordon. I’ve already got the Extreme Elite running around trying to sabotage me at every corner because of how they view me. But they’re just drunk bastards, what’s your excuse Case? I mean I’m sorry if your little plot to have one of my superstars deported backfired. But don’t worry, you’ll get yours soon enough pal.

Kalis clears his throat, before pointing to the backstage area.

Simon Kalis: Speaking of the Extreme Elite. I heard what you had to say Bubba, about Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender. How you can bring the blood back to REBEL Pro and beat them. Well, you know what Bubba? Fuck you and your little buddy Vincent Black too. Cause at Armed Assault next week? It’ll be Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender… versus Hardcore Entertainment!

Linzi Martin: Whoa!

Mikey Massacre: Ballsy move.

Kalis shakes his head.

Simon Kalis: That’s not all. This match will decide the number one contenders to the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles!

The crowd erupts into cheers once more.

Simon Kalis: No, no that’s not all. You wanna bring blood Bubba? Well then you can, inside of a barbed wire cage match!

Mikey Massacre: Whoa now, that’s something.

Linzi Martin: *swoons* ….

Simon Kalis: WHAT?! You think I’m fucking done?! Cause if we’re talking about the REBEL Pro Tag Team Champions, we can’t forget Lisa Seldon!

The crowd cheers for their Champion of EVERYTHING!

Simon Kalis: She has been an unstoppable, undefeatable force since coming to REBEL Pro. This bitch is fucking nuts, trust me, I know. So who can possibly be worthy of facing her at Armed Assault? Who has even a chance of taking the title from her? Legion?!

Simon smirks as the crowd boos.

Simon Kalis: Violet Harper?!

The crowd has a mixed reaction to Violet’s name.

Simon Kalis: How about Bobby Lee?!

The crowd cheers loudly and Simon laughs.

Simon Kalis: Well here’s the thing. Next week, at Armed Assault? Lisa Seldon will defend the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship in the main event…

Simon pauses for dramatic flare.

Simon Kalis: In an open invitational for the entire REBEL Pro roster, a Bring Your Own Weapon match!

Linzi Martin: OH MY GOD!

Mikey Massacre: What a slick son of a bitch!

The crowd goes nuts as Kalis tries to motion them to calm down.

Simon Kalis: Don’t think that this is just a massive handicap match against Lisa, though. The more people who enter, the more people you will have to fend off to get the biggest prize. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t pass it up.

Kalis drops the mic as “Nights in White Satin” hits again and Simon makes his way out of the ring and backstage…

*****Golden Inferno versus Gabe Shelley & Alexia Fender*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following is a tag team match!

“Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits as Jeremy Gold reluctantly steps out with a wild looking Inferno at his side.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first! The team of Inferno and Jeremy Gold… GOLDEN INFERNO!

Inferno leaps from the ground, over the apron and over the top rope and into the ring as wild and nutty as ever. Gold wipes the tears from his eyes as he slides in under the bottom rope, checking his red and white Adidas track suit for signs he really is awake and not dreaming. “In Fate’s Hands” hits and the crowd goes nuts as Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender.

Jenny Jersey: Their opponents! Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender!!!

Gold sees them approach the ring and clutches his chest, his veins in his neck pop and he collapses to the canvas. Inferno kneels down and begins sniffing Gold all over as Gabe and Alexia enter the ring, looking on perplexed.

DING DING DING

Alexia and Gabe double clothesline Inferno to the canvas. He’s up to his feet immediately and begins swinging wildly at both Gabe and Alexia who easily duck and dodge his attacks. Inferno swings wildly, twisting his whole body and Alexia Fender merely puts her foot out, tripping Inferno and sending him to the canvas. She stomps down on his throat as Gabe kicks him a few times in the ribs.

Mikey Massacre: Beautiful double teaming going on here.

Linzi Martin: Oh Mikey, get your mind out of the gutter.

Mikey Massacre: Wait, what? You’re always making insinuations Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Come on, no one even knows what that word means Mikey.

Gabe lifts Inferno up by the neck and whips him into the corner turnbuckle as Gold rolls out of the ring. Inferno jumps up and throws himself out of the ring too and goes under the ring. Gold hides alongside the ring apron and Gabe and Alexia seem to be discussing how badly they should hurt these two idiots. Inferno rises from under the ring back outside to the apron with a big lighter fluid canister and pours it all over himself. Gabe and Alexia stand back as Inferno climbs to the top rope and then sets himself on fire. The crowd goes nuts as Inferno screams and does a huge body splash while on fire at Gabe and Alexia, but Inferno misses and just hits his face on the canvas.

Mikey Massacre: Does this guy ever need help.

Linzi Martin: Don’t worry! Gold to the rescue!

Gold grabs a chair and slides into the ring. Inferno is rolling around on fire, but happy about it. Gold begins to pant, wheeze and tears form in his eyes as Gabe motions him to bring it. Gold closes his eyes and screams, just as Inferno puts himself out and gets to his feet. Jeremy, with his eyes closed, begins swinging wildly!

Mikey Massacre: So much for the rescue.

Linzi Martin: GOLD YOU IDIOT!!!!

Gold cracks the chair over Inferno’s smoking face and takes Inferno down to the canvas. Gold screams, crying and swearing as he continually smashes the chair on Inferno. Finally Gold drops the chair, panting and crying and opens his eyes. Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender shake their head as they look at him, Gold looks down and sees he’s laid out Inferno! The moron! Alexia rushes forward, COUNTRY SKY ON GOLD ONTO THE CHAIR!!! She covers, and Gabe kicks Inferno in the face to see if he’s still alive.

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DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match… GABE SHELLEY AND ALEXIA FENDER!!!

Gabe and Alexia scoff at Gold as he begins crying for his mother and dry humping Inferno in the ring.

Mikey Massacre: So this is what it’s come to? Look at these idiots. Gold has no place in a ring.

Linzi Martin: Even if they were trying, I don’t really think they’d have done much to both Gabe Shelley and Alexia Fender. Gabe and Alexia don’t have a scratch on them!

*****Drunken Shenanigans! REDUX!*****

Two masked men step into the hallway, one much larger and the other a shorter one(obviously Bubba J and Vincent Black again).

Smaller Man: “Why do I get this mask? Dutch Dan threw up in it.”

The larger man chuckles.

LM: “That’s why you get it.”

SM: Asshole.”

LM: “But you get to do the fun part here.”

The smaller man rubs his stomach.

SM: “Yeah, but those five double cheesy beef burritos?”

The larger man chuckles.

LM: “Don’t forget thecouple of tacos too.”

The smaller man nods.

LM: “Here we go.”

The door reads “Jeremy Gold” on the door. The smaller masked man slowly opens the door and notices no one in side.

LM: “I’ll be look out, hurry up.”

SM: “You can’t rush these things Vin…”

LM: “Justin Case you didn’t know?”

SM: “Yeah.”

The smaller man walks into the office, the larger man slowly closing the door. Jeremy Gold walks out of his bathroom and is surprised, but just as much as the smaller masked man is. Jeremy screams bloody murder but its quickly cut off as he’s Trailer Park Trashed… I mean stunned by a stunner. The door opens up and the larger masked man is there.

LM: “What in the hell?”

The smaller man laughs.

SM: “We’ve gotten an added bonus. Now in case you don’t want to see what is fixing to happen…”

LM: “Its the smell I don’t want.”

The larger man dives out of the door, nearly taking it off its hinges in his haste to get out of the office. The smaller man drops his pants, thankfully behind the desk where we can’t see all of his tools. A grunt is heard as his face reddens and he reaches up to find Simon Kalis’ paycheck on the desk and uses it to wipe his ass. He replaces the check on the desk, all brown and obviously stinking to all get out. A zipper is heard and the smaller masked man walks around the desk. Opening the door, he walks out.

LM: “Did you… oh my gawd, that is awful!”

He starts gagging and the smaller man laughs.

SM: “For Hostile!”

LM: “For…*gag* Hos*gag*tile*gag*”

The scene fades away.

*****Bubba J versus Justin Case*****

“Kick It In The Sticks” hits up in the speakers as from the back, to a somewhat mixed reaction and carrying a beer, is The Ragin’ Redneck himself, Bubba J. J is also carrying a staple gun and a spool of barbed wire in his left hand.

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

J steps into the ring after hiding his weapons under the ring and is waiting on Justin Case to enter now.

“Victory” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a booing reaction is “The Millennium Game” Justin Case. Case listens to the crowd, but glowers up at Bubba J in the ring, finishing off a beer and waiting for him to get into the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds… “The Millennium Game” Justin Case!

Case steps into the ring and continues staring at Bubba J.

DING DING

Bubba J with a vicious right fist starts off this match knocking Justin Case back towards the ropes. Justin fires back with a right of his own, but is unable to stand toe to toe with Bubba J as he kicks him right in the gut. J goes for the Trailer Park Trash early, but Case spins away from the finisher nailing J in the kidneys with a fist sending J down to one knee.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J still has it, thanks to a couple of weeks’ rest.

Mikey Massacre: Don’t know if he ever really had it, but no one can deny his toughness.

Case off the ropes with a bulldog, but J falls down allowing Justin to pass over him without completing the bulldog. J is up and off the ropes with a running knee into Case’s midsection that doubles him over. J pounds him in the face with a fist standing him up in the corner. J with stomp after stomp on Case in the corner, wearing his midsection out in good fashion. J grabs a headlock, running out of the corner with a bulldog that takes Case to center ring. J begins to taunt his opponent.

Bubba J: “That is how you do a bulldog you Millennium piece of shit!”

J brings down a boot onto the back of Case’s neck before stomping the crap out of him. J climbs out of the ring and goes under the ring, pulling out his spool of barbed wire and tossing it back into the ring along with his staple gun and a steel chair. J climbs back into the ring as the crowd actually cheers one of the formerly most hated men in Rebel Pro.

Linzi Martin: Bubba J getting cheered has him confused.

Mikey Massacre: He hasn’t always been cheered. Maybe the first week or two he was here in the beginning of his career and that was it until now.

Linzi Martin: So, he’s a bastard?

Mikey Massacre: Pretty much.

Justin with a double fist club nails J right between his legs before lifting him up and dropping him with a German suplex. Case holds on, rollling over and nailing a second German, then a third, before going for a fourth and holding it for a pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Thr–

J gets a shoulder up, but Case is on top of him throwing elbows into J’s face that rock his head from left to right. Justin pulls J up, whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a hiptoss to the canvas. Case is off the ropes jumping up and coming down with a knee drop onto J’s chest that has him gasping for breath.

Case: “I don’t need hardcore!”

But he does need a cup as J nails him right in the balls with a fist! No, J has ahold of his balls, squeezing them for all he is worth and Case slowly folds down to his knees where J nails him right in the face.

Linzi Martin: A bit unorthadox.

Mikey Massacre: Bubba J is anything but orthadox.

J spits in his face before bouncing off the ropes with the chair in hand and swinging for the fences. J connects solidly sending a bit of blood flying from a slice on Case’s face.

Bubba J: “Nope, but you do need a maxi pad you bleeding bitch!”

J spins around, connecting with air as Case dives forward headbutting J right in the midsection. J folds over and Case is there with a swinging neckbreaker, but is unable to make a cover. The referee watches this as Case slowly pulls himself up to a vertical base and grabs J by the back of his neck.

Case: “You want to have blood?”

He drags J’s face across the barbed wire ropes, tearing flesh from J’s face as blood drips from the wounds on both their faces.

Case: “Then you got blood.”

Case whips J into the ropes, quickly following after him and nailing him with a knee to the midsection that doubles J over against the ropes. Case drags J across the ropes on this side, ripping flesh from his back before locking him in position for a Northern Lights suplex. Case lifts him up, but J spins around, connecting with a DDT onto the chair instead. J rolls over after a moment and wipes the blood from his eyes and seems to be really pissed. J grabs the staple gun, sending several staples into Justin’s flesh, causing him to grunt in pain with each cachunk.

Linzi Martin: He’s saddistic!

Mikey Massacre: That’s Bubba J for ya.

J pulls him up, sending a couple of staples into Case’s cheek before Case drops him with a DDT onto the staple gun that Bubba J drops in surprise. Case pulls himself up, thanks to the ropes, and stomps down on J’s skull before lifting him up and whipping him into the corner. Justin comes flying in with a crossbody, connecting and catching J as he falls out of the corner. Justin lifts him up for a vertical suplex but drops him when Legion steps from the back holding several loops of a chain in his fist. Bubba J rolls up Case from behind with a pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, Bubba J!

Legion continues walking down to the ring, holding a long chain in his fist. Case gets up as Bubba J gives Legion a glancing look. J shrugs before spinning Case around and nailing him with the Trailer Park Trash and leaving him there. J walks past Legion who only has eyes for Case right now. Legion steps into the ring, unlooping the chain and wrapping one end of it around Case’s neck, making a noose.

Linzi Martin: Come on, he’s just gotten through with a hellacioius match… he’s making a noose!

Mikey Massacre: Apparently he’s fixing to hang Justin Case.

Linzi Martin: What are you going to do about it?

Mikey Massacre: Sit right here and call the action.

Legion throws the chain over a rafter before lifting Case up, by pulling down on one end of the chain, and raising Case up until his toes are about an inch off the ring’s surface.

*****Going Wild*****

Justin starts to his feet, somewhat exhausted. He turns to the entrance ramp, where Jeremy Gold stands. He shakes his head, holding a mic to his face. Legion steps back and observes.

Jeremy Gold: What you did last week, Justin… having one of our top talents deported JUST so you could win a match… that was disgusting. What’s WORSE is that then you walk around this week claiming there’s a conspiracy against you, and the fact you lose matches doesn’t boil down to the fact you might not be good enough to win. Frankly, I’d kick you out of REBEL if it weren’t for the fact that you might beat the hell out of me later for it.

Justin laughs, nodding as he takes in the moment.

Jeremy Gold: However, that said, Justin. I received news earlier today that Jaice Wilds’ citizenship test came back.

Justin grins, mouthing “deported!”.

Jeremy Gold: There’s some saddening news. His work visa is no longer valid.

Justin smiles wide, slapping his leg. He doesn’t notice as someone jumps the crowd barrier, turning Hugh Aredone around and kicking him in the face with a barbed-wire wrapped foot. Hugh drops, and the intruder slides into the ring behind Case.

Jeremy Gold: As it turns out, Mr. Jaice Wilds is now OFFICIALLY a naturalized citizen of these United States of America!

The crowd roars as Justin’s mouth drops in disbelief. He throws his arms up, beginning to turn.

Jeremy Gold: Oh, and by the way, after what you pulled last week, I’m going to make sure you learn some respect. Because next week, you’re going to face Jaice Wilds again. Only this time, you won’t be alone.

Justin is furious, running to the ropes. Jeremy’s eyes widen, and he runs backstage. Justin shouts obscenities at the entrance ramp, then turns to Hugh… SUPERKICK TO THE CHIN!!

Linzi Martin: GET HIM, JAICE!

Mikey Massacre: Oh, god…

Jaice lays into Justin with kicks and punches, then heads to the top turnbuckle. Justin gains his senses just enough to roll out of the ring, holding his head. He backs up the entrance ramp, yelling at Jaice.

Linzi Martin: Oh, come on! You’re a pansy, Justin!

Mikey Massacre: What the hell is that…

Justin continues backing up, until he bumps into something… he turns around, coming face-to-face with Legion! Did everyone forget he was still there?! Justin begins to hightail it back to the ring, stopping just shy of the apron. Jaice looks down, a dark grin. Justin looks back and forth between Legion and Jaice, trying to figure a way out.

Mikey Massacre: He’s trapped! Justin Case is trapped!

Justin takes a deep breath… then charges into the crowd! Legion runs to the barrier, climbing over it and taking chase after Justin. Jaice grins, laughing as “Animals” hits the speakers, the crowd roaring for the Xtreme Aerialist. At that moment, Violet Harper comes charging out from the back, nailing Wilds in the back of the head with the Aggression Championship. Jaice falls, holding his head as he tries to figure out what the hell just hit him. Violet throws a kick into the side of Wilds’ head, knocking the Xtremeist to the ground. At this point, Justin flies back over the guard rails, landing on Wilds, then gets up and charges back to the ring. Legion climbs over the barrier, noticing Violet pounding Jaice. He sees the Aggression Title and immediately plants a boot to the face of Harper. At that moment, Jeremy Gold re-enters the scene… on the big screen, cause he doesn’t want anyone to see him wet himself.

Jeremy Gold: You know what? I just had a brilliant idea. I’m killing two- or more- birds with one stone. Next week, at Armed Assault, we’re settling all the scores. Justin, Legion, you two will end this little feud of yours. Jaice, I’m giving you your Aggression Championship shot. And Violet, you get to prove all the critics wrong.

All four stare at the screen, wondering what Jeremy is pondering. One can see the trickle of “excitement” running down his pants, as he smiles and continues.

Jeremy Gold: At Armed Assault, it will be Justin Case! Versus Legion! Versus Jaice Wilds! Versus reigning Aggression Champion Violet Harper, in a four-way Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match! And it WILL be for the title!!

Jeremy laughs, turning his back to the camera… and falling through the backdrop he forgot he had. He stands, brushing off his suit and turns, walking off-camera. The four individuals look around at each other, glaring.

Linzi Martin: WHOA! What a match for Armed Assault! Four of our top competitors, locking horns in a match for the Aggression Title!

Mikey Massacre: Damn. I mean, who the hell is going to be able to pull this one off?

Linzi Martin: How the fuck should I know?

*****Vincent Black versus Legion*****

Black stares down Legion now in the middle of the ring as both men look each other in the eye. Black looks down at Legion menacingly, a confident smirk on his face as…

DING DING DING

Black immediately grabs Legion by the throat and tightens his grip around Legion’s Adams apple. Black lifts Legion off his feet, the crowd gasps in shock but Legion fights back sending out a few elbows into Black’s face. Black still has his grip over Legions throat, choking him as he stares down into Legions eyes. Legion kicks Black in the gut once, then a second time, then a third time until finally Vincent lets go of his hold. Legion with a snap clothesline sends Black to the canvas hard, the ring shaking from the impact.

Mikey Massacre: This is a battle of giants, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Ohhhh Legion’s not thaaaat big. He’s just creepy is all! ^_^

Black rolls out of the way of a leg drop and right to the outside of the ring. A fan tosses Vincent a beer bottle and as Legion leans over the ropes to grab Black by his hair, Black cracks this beer bottle over Legions masked face. Legion takes a step back, still in the ring and adjusts his mask as Vincent searches under the ring for some weaponry. Legion begins doing the unthinkable, by climbing the turnbuckles to the top rope. The cameras flash heavily, almost blinding through the arena as Vincent finally stands up from underneath the ring. As Black turns around Legion FLIES off the top rope with a double axe handle smash! Black however swings with a baseball bat at the same time and both men connect simultaneously. Legion spins around and falls over onto the ring apron as Black falls to his knees holding onto the barricade between the fans and the rings. Legion quickly pulls himself together and begins stomping down on Vincent Black who tries blocking the flurry of fists as Legion goes all out brawl on a motherfucker.

Linzi Martin: See? Totally creepy, and mean! At least Vincent knows how to have a good time.

?

Mikey Massacre: Linzi, just shut up.

Black pushes back, cracking Legion with a European uppercut before grabbing him by the neck. This time Black is successful, chokeslamming Legion to the ground outside of the ring. Black reaches under the ring and slides out two tables setting them up. Legion is getting to his feet and grabs Black from behind and takes him down with a spinning neck breaker! Black is back up and Legion puts up a big boot right into his face as he charges him. Black is not going down easily and as Legion comes at him again, Black grabs a hold of Legion and hit’s a high angle spine buster through one of the tables! Black lifts Legion and throws him back into the ring.

Mikey Massacre: Could this be it for Legion?! Case got lucky, but Black may actually put Legion down and out.

Linzi Martin: Yes! That Church of Misery is so… Miserable!

Mikey Massacre: Oh how clever.

Linzi Martin: Thanks! ^_^

Legions priests watch on carefully, circling the ring as their prophet is pinned.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Black grumbles as one of Legions priests on the outside sets the other table on fire!!! Black gets up and starts cussing the priests out, giving Legion ample time to get to his feet. Legion grabs Black from behind and spins him around, kicking him in the gut and then lifting him in the air… LEGION WITH ENTER BLACKNESS OVER THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!! The crowd goes NUTS as Legion climbs out of the ring and quickly grabs Black up out of the flaming wreckage and throws him into the ring.

Mikey Massacre: That was insane. Picture perfect!

Linzi Martin: I think Legion, out of no where, just decimated Vincent Black and… Whoa, whoa WHOA! WAIT A SECOND!

From the crowd, “The Millennium Game” Justin Case appears! He has a kendo stick and hops over the barricade and leaps into the ring! Legion is caught off guard as Case unleashes a fury of an attack with the kendo stick, smacking Legion around the face multiple times. Vincent Black rolls away to catch his breath as Justin Case screams and yells at the top of his lungs, a mad man fucking possessed as he goes at Legion. Legions priests, all four of them, slide into the ring. One by one, Justin Case FUCKS them up and whacks them like flies out of the ring. They all go flying out, and Legion grabs Justin Case by the neck now and begins crushing his throat. Case spits in Legions face and cracks the kendo stick into Legions gut.

Mikey Massacre: Legion better watch out, Vincent Black is recovering…

Linzi Martin: I don’t think I’ve EVER seen Justin Case so angry and forceful. Kinda hot, really. Wooo!!!

Justin Case kicks Legion square in the balls and backs off, seeing Black behind him. Case laughs at Legion who gets quickly turned around and hit with the Keg Tap! Vincent Black quickly covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… VINCENT BLACK!!!!

Case is loving it as he hops over the top rope and makes his escape through the crowd. Vincent Black looks down at Legion, shaking his head.

Mikey Massacre: Legion got screwed, but I don’t think anyone will care for him.

Linzi Martin: What an explosive finish! And we’re at Armed Assault next week! We’re out of time folks! For Mikey, this is Linzi! GOOD NIGHT and see you NEXT WEEK!

The camera shows Black nodding approvingly as he makes his way up the entrance ramp, Legion is already back on his feet and shaking his head. We see Justin Case with a spotlight in the crowd, smiling and laughing. He has a microphone.

Justin Case: Justin Case you didn’t know… I RULE THIS FUCKING SHOW!

Fade to black…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****
Gabe Shelley & Alexia Fender defeat Golden Inferno
Bubba J defeats Justin Case
Vincent Black defeats Legion

*****Mysteries and Mayhem!*****

The camera cuts backstage to where two men stand in shadows. Both men are wearing masks, but one is nearly seven feet tall and the other is about six feet two or three inches with a beer gut protruding out slightly causing his “Rebel Pro” t-shirt.

Shorter Man: “I say its that car right there.”

He points to a car in the front parking space marked “Jeremy Gold”.

Larger Man: “And I say that you are shitting me, what gave it away?”

Shorter Man: “The fact that its parked in his spot you large dumbass.”

Both men laugh at the other before the shorter man pulls out a metal can of lighter fluid.

Shorter Man: “Who got the lighter?”

Larger Man: “I got the lighter.”

Shorter Man(as both walk forward): “Then time to get this bon fire started.”

Larger Man: “What about the other cars?”

The shorter man looks up at him.

Shorter Man: “Have we ever cared before?”

Larger Man(laughing): “Not

really.”

They look at each other as the shorter man sprays the contents of the can on the car.

Both: “Then why start now?”

They laugh together as they create a trail of lighter fluid to the entrance door to the arena.

Shorter Man: “This type of stuff will continue to happen until either Jeremy Gold or Simon returns Hostile.”

Larger Man: “Or give us his whereabouts.”

Shorter Man: “Ain’t that what I said you dumb sumbitch?”

Larger Man: “Not exactly.”

Shorter Man: “Its what I meant. Now light it before someone comes out here.”

The larger man strikes a match, tossing it onto the line of fluid that quickly burns to the car as they duck towards the door.

Both: “To the original Inferno!”

The car wooshes up into flames as both men dive into the arena, pulling off their masks as the door shuts.

BOOM!

*****The Old Switch-A-Roo!*****

We jump backstage with a camera full in the face of the Phoenix. He’s doing his best

to look sombre.

THE PHOENIX: Look, I know we’ve had our differences as of late. I know I had you buried and then ran out of the PWA. I know I’ve used you guys and let you get beaten up and put you down and basically just treated you guys as my goons.

The Phoenix talks right passed the camera to some unknown figure behind it. It’s some very enjoyable camera work indeed.

THE PHOENIX: But, the thing is… you are my goons. That’s your job, and so I need you two to do this match for me tonight, because I just did that stupid fucking electric cage match and I don’t really feel like getting kicked in the face again for these toothless, indy fucktards.

The camera slowly turns around, revealing Might and Magic on the other side.

THE PHOENIX: And I know you’ll do it, because you need the money… I know that because I fired you.

It’s the worst apology ever, but it is what it is, and he walks away. The Dragon and Moke look one another, one sighing and one offering a shrug.

*****Dodo-A-Gogo versus The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore*****

Lisa starts for her team as the Dragon leaps off for his. The two approach the centre of the ring and start to circle with the Dragon moving in closer. He then drops to a knee and shoots, only to snap back when Lisa whips a kick at his head. The Dragon finds himself on his back and Lisa over the top of him, and just manages to dive out of the way as Lisa leaps up and brings her heel down into the mat. The Dragon then jumps up behind her and grabs a Waistlock, using it to power her to the floor. The Dragon then floats over the top and secures a North-South Choke. Lisa quickly peels off the arm and ends up on top of him, but Dragon is able to power back to his feet. He then pushes Lisa toward the corner, but she clutches her hands around the back of his head and pulls him down into a knee in the chest that causes him to drop. Lisa then bounces off the nearest set of ropes, jumps forward and drives a round kick into his chest to put him down.

Linzi Martin: Lisa fires off a kick and puts the Dragon down.

Lisa quickly leans back and makes the tag to Anna before pulling the Dragon closer to the corner. Anna then leaps up onto the ropes and comes down with a Front Flip Senton across the Dragon’s chest before rolling off. Meanwhile Lisa hits the ropes, leaping up to the second and shooting back with a no hands Lionsault.

Mikey Massacre: Lisa with the Echo Effect, but Anna is in position…

Lisa quickly jumps off the cover as Anna bounces on her feet and then comes down on the Dragon with a Standing Corkscrew Senton, driving the wind out of him and quickly covering for the pin.

1

2

Linzi Martin: And out.

Moke teases a run-in that Lisa calls out, but the Dragon is already out and beginning to make a move for his corner. Anna however catches him with a kick and brings him to his feet against the ropes. She then tags him with a few hits and fires herself across the ring into the ropes, only to be brought down from the outside as the Phoenix sweeps the leg and then backs out of the way. The Dragon is still groggy but he capitalises in a second, throwing himself across the ring and catching her with a Dropkick on the top of the head. He then grabs a leg and pulls her to the corner, where he tags in Moke.

Mikey Massacre: And here comes the big man.

Linzi Martin: Pretty sure he weights more than both his opponents combined.

Lisa has a fit in the corner about the Phoenix that everyone does their best to ignore. Meanwhile Moke steps in over the top of Anna and sits down upon her back. Anna seemingly deflates as Moke flattens the majority of her bones, and then steps back to allow her to crawl toward her corner. He lets her get tantalisingly close before grabbing a leg and pulling her back. He then uses one hand to pull her off the mat and into a Waistlock, before tossing her up into the air and bringing her down across his knee in a huge Backbreaker. Moke then holds her in place and reaches back for the tag.

Mikey Massacre: Looks like some big double team coming up.

Linzi Martin: That reminds me of a funny story from college.

Mikey Massacre: Oh does.. Wait, what?

The Dragon climbs the ropes from the outside, steadies himself on the top and then comes off with an Elbow Drop down across Anna’s chest, bending her in two across Moke’s knee.

Linzi Martin: Dragon on the pin.

1

Lisa jumps in…

2

… and she catches the Dragon with a Dropkick before slipping out of the ring, just in time to avoid a big fly swatter shot from Moke, but not nearly quick enough to avoid the Phoenix, who catches her on the twist with a Clothesline, turning her inside out.

Linzi Martin: What a dick move. But what can you expect.

The Phoenix celebrates on the floor like a massive fucking prick. Meanwhile the Dragon pulls Anna back to her feet and drops her with a Russian Legsweep and then darts out of the way as Moke comes across the ring with a huge Splash, pancaking her already tiny and shattered bones. The Dragon then settles on the cover again.

1

2

Mikey Massacre: No! Anna pops out of the pin!

Moke steps out onto the apron as the Dragon remains in control, pulling Anna to her knees and then slapping her across the face, which pulls a harsh reaction from the fans. The Dragon leans back and soaks it all in, but the momentary laps in concentration allows Anna to get her wits about her. She then waits for the Dragon to turn around before leaping off the map, catching her legs around his throat and sending him across the ring.

Linzi Martin: Anna out of nowhere kips up and catches him with a beautiful Hurricanrana, but there’s no one to make the tag.

Anna scrambles up, only to be caught in the meaty grasp of Moke Doshkey, who jacks her up for a Chokeslam, only to lose his grip. Anna then lands on his shoulders and drops an elbow on top of his head, but he shakes it off and then pushes her off toward the Dragon, who catches her in mid-air and buries her with a German Suplex.

Mikey Massacre: Huge impact on that German Suplex.

Linzi Martin: He can’t even hold onto her, but he turns over.

1

2

Mikey Massacre: And Anna squeaks out again.

Tiny cartoon birds are flying around Anna’s head but she remains alive. In a fit of annoyance, The Dragon pulls Anna off the floor and then slams her back to the mat. He then turns his attention to the corner. He then steps up to the top and points to the crowd, making sure all eyes are on him before coming off with a Legdrop, that splatters him across the canvas.

Mikey Massacre: Nobody home!

Linzi Martin: And Lisa’s finally back to her corner. This could be the break they needed.

The Dragon recovers as best he can. Meanwhile Anna pulls herself up in the neutral corner and waits for the Dragon to rise, before leaping forward and smashing him with the Butterfly Kick. She then makes the leap to Lisa…

Mikey Massacre: There’s the tag!

Lisa clears the top-rope and steamrolls the Dragon with a Yakuza Kick before he can even get off his knees. Lisa then pulls him up in the ropes and lets go a barrage of strikes before running to the ropes, or at least making an attempt as the Dragon catches her from behind and throws her overhead with a German Suplex. She catches the top-rope though and saves herself from a fall, and then follows up with a Leaping High-Kick over the ropes to send the Dragon away. Meanwhile Moke comes across on the floor and throws out an arm at Lisa’s legs, but she’s able to jump up out of the way and then stun him with a kick in the jaw. She then takes a run toward the corner.

Linzi Martin: High risk, coming up!

Lisa runs up the ropes and onto the top, aiming toward the Dragon. He quickly drops and covers up, but he needn’t bother as Lisa throws herself backwards into a Corkscrew Moonsault that takes out the Phoenix on the floor.

Mikey Massacre: Suicide Dive to the floor and she takes the Phoenix out!

Linzi Martin: Gotta think he had that one coming.

Lisa clambers to her feet as the Phoenix pulls himself up against the announce table. Lisa gets to the apron and calls to Anna, who takes a run toward Lisa who springs up onto the ropes just as Anna flies in between them with a Cannonball Dive, crushing the Phoenix against the announce desk.

Mikey Massacre: Tope Con Hilo from Anna! And the Phoenix is well and truly out of this match!

Meanwhile, Lisa leaps from the ropes and flies toward the Dragon, coiling up her legs and turning into a spin, before kicking out and crushing her heels against his face.

Linzi Martin: The Picture of Perfection from Lisa!

Lisa jumps on the cover.

1

2

Mikey Massacre: And Moke saves this match for his team!

Moke pulls Lisa free and then tries to drop an elbow on her back, but she quickly scampers to the nearest corner. He then chases her down and fires a knee, only for Lisa to roll past and pop up behind him. Lisa then fires a Dropkick into his chest, but it bounces off harmlessly and sends her tumbling overhead. Moke then charges and misses again as Lisa slides through his legs and into her corner, where Anna is waiting for the tag.

Linzi Martin: Anna back legal for her team while the Dragon is still in charge for his.

Anna springs up into a Crossbody Block on Moke that he easily manages to catch. Lisa however grabs her legs and sends them for a swing, allowing Anna to whip around and drop Moke with a DDT. He rolls toward the ropes and Lisa follows up with Baseball slide to take him out of the ring. Meanwhile Anna moves toward the Dragon.

Mikey Massacre: He catches her in a Small Package!

1

2

Linzi Martin: No, she’s out again!

The Dragon tries to hold the advantage by catching her rising for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Anna knees him in the chest and sends him back. She then races up and whips him toward the ropes where Lisa is leaping up, but Moke catches her leg and pulls her back down, face first across the apron. Meanwhile the Dragon hits the ropes safely, fires back and snaps Anna in two with a Lariat.

Mikey Massacre: Lisa is out on the floor, Anna is down and Might and Magic are in full control.

Moke sends Lisa into the barrier, meanwhile the Dragon has Anna up for a Piledriver, and buries her in the centre of the ring.

Linzi Martin: She’s out!

Mikey Massacre: Covers…

1

2

Mikey Massacre: No! She survives again.

The Dragon calls for Moke to get in the ring as he pulls peels Anna off the mat again. He then clobbers her with a few forearms before sending her toward Moke, who drops her with a knee in the gut. The Dragon then points two thumbs to the sky.

Linzi Martin: Dragon signalling for The Arockalypse.
Mikey Massacre: That’ll do it alright.

Moke gets Anna up into a standing Fireman’s Carry and prepares to push up, but she hooks both hands around his arm and begins striking away with knees to the side of his head. Moke is eventually able to shrug it off though, and turns to allow the Dragon to give her a right hand across the side of the head.

Mikey Massacre: This one is all over.

Moke pushes Anna into the air, just as Lisa rushes in and digs both heels into his chest with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends him into the corner. The Dragon tries to salvage the move and catch Anna with the cutter, but the move is thrown off, allowing Anna to get her legs beneath her and land on his shoulders. She then snaps back, drilling him into the mat with an Inverted Hurricanrana.

Linzi Martin: No! Anna knocks Moke loopy with knees and then Lisa sends him flying! And now all of a sudden the Dragon is down and out!

The Dragon pops up to his knees and Lisa instantly jumps on him, dragging him up off the mat into the clinch and smashing him between the eyes with a knee, and then a second, sending him back to his knees. Lisa then rears back and lets rips, smashing him with a Roundhouse Kick and putting him out for the count.

Linzi Martin: Lisa takes out the Dragon with the Killer, but here comes the big man.

The Dragon flops over onto his back as Moke charges toward the pair, throwing a clothesline at Lisa that she manages to roll through, leaving Moke in front of Anna Mathews, who just happens to be waiting for him on the top-rope. Moke turns to dodge but Anna doesn’t give him a chance and leaps off with a double stomp across the back of his shoulders. Moke slowly crumples beneath the blow, but Anna still manages to use him as a launching pad, sending her forward into the 630 down through the Dragon.

Mikey Massacre: Slash and Burn from Anna Mathews! The Dragon is out for the count.

Anna hooks a leg.

1

Moke turns around. He’s on his knees.

2

Lisa leaps over Anna and launches two knees into Moke’s face.

3!

Linzi Martin: They’ve done it! Anna and Lisa win! GIRL POWER!

The Phoenix is up against the apron and looking about exactly as unimpressed as you’d hope. Lisa and Anna very much do not. If anything they’re quite happy with their lot.

Jenny Jersey: Your winners… Anna Mathews… Lisa Seldon… DODO-A-GOGO!

Anna climbs the corner nearest the Phoenix and celebrates very animatedly. Meanwhile Lisa drops to her knees near the ropes and gives the Phoenix a wave.

*****Up In Smoke*****

We fade backstage to the arena’s parking lot as the fire fighters have just finished putting out the blaze of one Jeremy Gold’s car. Gold stands off in the distance, quivering and sulking as he wipes the tears from his eyes. His weird little pal, Inferno is up close to the now charred car and seems to be sniffing it, rubbing it and licking it to his own sick and twisted pleasure.

Jeremy Gold: I can’t believe this is happening..

Simon Kalis joins them and pats Gold on the shoulder, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Simon Kalis: You know who did this, right?

Inferno: FIYAH!!! FIYAH FIYAH FIYAAAAAH!

He seems happy, at least.

Jeremy Gold: I’ve got a good idea, dude. I think they think we’re behind Hostile’s difference.

Gold looks around sneakily, somewhat fearfully as well.

Jeremy Gold: They don’t realize maybe Hostile’s just a little bitch?

Kalis scratches his chin as he flicks some ash on the ground.

Simon Kalis: I guess this would be a bad time to mention I’ve been keeping Hostile hog tied in your trunk?

Kalis cracks a grin and laughs as he turns to walk back into the arena.

Jeremy Gold: DUDE!!! Do you mean to tell me…?

Gold’s eyes widen as he stares at his charred car.

Simon Kalis: Fuck Bubba J, fuck Vincent Black. It’s time for an iron fist, Jer.

Fade…

*****Legion versus “The Show” Chad Kurtis*****

DING DING

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

No music at all plays as Legion steps out with four priests of the Church of Misery at his sides.

Linzi Martin: Why does he have to call it the Church of Misery? That sounds dull, and a little sad.

Legion ignores the booing crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

Mikey Massacre: What do you want him to call it, Linzi? The Church of Happy Fun Times?

Linzi Martin: Hey! Yeah! That’d be swell! I’d go to that Church.

Mikey Massacre: You’re so ditsy.

Linzi Martin: Oh you noticed! Thanks.

Mikey Massacre: Right…

Jenny Jersey: Standing in at 6’5 feet tall and weighing in at 260 pounds… He is LEGION!!!

Legion climbs into the ring and looks around, impressive in stature and essence. “Cocky” by Kid Rock hits and “The Show” Chad Kurtis immediately steps out to strong applause and cheers.

Jenny Jersey: His opponent!

Kurtis wastes no time running past Legion’s priests and sliding into the ring, forcing Jenny out before she can even finish the announcement. But the crowd obviously knows who Chad Kurtis is.

DING DING DING

The match starts off with a big clash in the middle of the ring, Legion’s priests keeping a close eye on the situation from outside of the ring. Legion overpowers Kurtis and whips him into the ropes, the barbed wire middle rope cutting into Chad’s back right away. Chad ducks a big boot that was aimed at his head and hit’s a spinning heel kick into the back of Legion’s head. Legion stumbles forward and shakes his head but Chad rushes at him, springboards himself off the top rope and twists into a dropkick right into Legion’s face. Legion falls to his knees and Chad runs from behind him, jumping onto Legions shoulders and sending Legion neck first into those pesky barbed wire middle ropes. Chad bounces himself up and down on Legion’s shoulders, cutting and choking him against the barbed wire. Legion with an elbow

hits “The Show” wildly until Chad falls back off of him.

Linzi Martin: Ever since they put in those new middle ropes made entirely out of barbed wire, people seem to use them to their advantage just like Chad right now.

Mikey Massacre: Yeah. I guess I’ll give Gold and Kalis that, making the middle ropes barbed wire was a pretty genius idea.

Linzi Martin: Oh you’re so sweet, Mikey!

One of Legion’s priests slide a folded chair into the ring towards him and he quickly grabs it. Chad kicks it out of his hands as Legion gets up but as Chad rushes to Legion, Legion quickly grabs him, spins him 180 degrees and flattens Chad Kurtis on the chair with a spine buster! Legion covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Kurtis kicks out well before the 3, but Legion isn’t too concerned as he begins pummelling Chad in the face with heavy right fists, holding him by the neck with his left hand. Legion finally lets go of his grip and gets to his feet, he shakes his head at the foolish fans who boo him. Legion picks up the chair slowly and methodically as he stalks Chad Kurtis, who is slow to get to his feet. As Chad stands up and turns around, Legion swings the chair and crumples it over his head. As the chair falls off Chad’s head Legion grabs him and puts him into a gorilla press before body slamming him into the canvas.

Mikey Massacre: Legion has taken control of this match away from Chad Kurtis it seems.

Linzi Martin: But I wouldn’t count The Show to be out!

Chad rolls away but Legion grabs him by the legs and pulls him back in towards himself. He flips Chad over onto his back but Kurtis pulls his legs free and kicks Legion’s legs out from under him. Chad gets up and quickly hit’s a spinning neck breaker on Legion, taking him down to the canvas. Chad is energized by the crowd and grabs the chair that Legion bashed him over the head with. He swings wildly, cracking Legion in the head, neck and chest as he goes at him. Legion’s still bleeding from his neck from the barbed wire rope too, and doesn’t seem to take well to getting the chair in his neck. Chad drops the chair though on Legion’s chest and quickly jumps up onto the top rope before coming off with a double foot stomp, on the chair, on Legion’s chest. Chad drops to his knees for a lateral press cover.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Legion throws Chad off of him!

Mikey Massacre: I thought Kurtis might have just stolen this one out from under Legion!

Linzi Martin: Yeah. He should’ve. That Legion guy is creepy and stuff. He’s like Jesus, if Jesus was emo.

Chad quickly continues his offensive striking with a standing shooting star, before going for the cover again!

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT!

Legion kicks out successfully once more and a small sign of frustration shows in Chad’s face as he scoffs at the referee. Chad heads back up to the top rope, crouched as he waits for Legion to get to his feet. As Legion turns around Chad comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick.. But Legion grabs him out of midair, lifts him higher and slams him to the canvas almost out of NO WHERE with Enter Blackness! Legion covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, LEGION!

Legion shakes his head as he looks down at Chad with disgust.

Mikey Massacre: And out of no where, Legion steals this one.

Linzi Martin: He’s really cementing himself as someone to be feared.

*****Marvellous REBELs*****

The opening chords of “In Fate’s Hands” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus starts to play and the fans start to lose it. They jump to their feet as the former BWF World Champion and now BWF Owner Gabe Shelley’s music starts to play in their arena for the first time. Out from the curtains steps Gabe hand in hand with former eWo superstar, Alexia Fender. The two wave at the top of the ramp and Fender jogs down and slides into the ring. Shelley takes his time with still a noticeable limp in his step before he climbs into the ring. Fender is handed a microphone and points to some fans as she hands Gabe the mic.

Gabe Shelley: Ladies and gentlemen my name is Gabe Shelley and this is Alexia Fender…

The fans cheer for the two standing in the ring as he continues.

Gabe Shelley: Many might know that I recently left my only in-ring contract due to injury. So the question is, why am I here?

He tosses Fender the microphone and she winks at him and talks.

Alexia Fender: Because they say “never say never”. They told Gabe that he shouldn’t step into the ring anymore because of the chance of career ending injuries so they wouldn’t sign off on his next match. That’s when we asked for out release. Then last week we got a phone call and let’s just say the rest is history.

She hands Gabe the microphone and he stands his ground.

Gabe Shelley: Now, I’m clearly in now shape to come down to the ring week in and week out by myself and give everyone the effort I usually give. That’s why I’m not standing here alone. The REBEL officials have given me a contract offer and are willing to allow me to keep competing as where others wouldn’t. We stand in this ring as a tag team, as the newest members of the REBEL Pro roster.

The fans erupt again at the announcement and Gabe talks over them.

Gabe Shelley: This isn’t about Gabe Shelley looking to climb back to the top of a roster, this isn’t about Gabe Shelley adding another singles title… It’s about Alexia and I coming into REBEL and giving you fans someone to cheer for. It’s about coming to the ring each week and giving you amazing matches and then some day capturing those Tag Team Titles.

He stands beside Alexia as he hands her the microphone.

Alexia Fender: If that means that Corlen and Seldon need to be on watch, then so be it. Gabe and I aren’t here to play games, we’re here to work together at making an impact. We are here to be the new faces of tag team wrestling in REBEL Pro.

She drops the microphone and the music starts up as he raises her hand and we cut to the backstage area.

*****Realizations*****

Kalis leans back in his chair, lit cigarette in hand of course as he finishes watching Alexia Fender and Gabe Shelley make their first appearance on Aggression. Gold looks at the big HD TV they have in the office, which now shows them, and then back at Kalis. He keeps looking and scratches his head.

Jeremy Gold: So…? What the fuck dude?

Kalis spins around in his chair smiling. He leans forward, crushing the cigarette into the ash tray and then folding his hands.

Simon Kalis: I had a realization. An epiphany, you could say. The Phoenix. Lisa Seldon. Gabe Shelley.

Gold squints, leaning forward now himself.

Jeremy Gold: So? I mean yeah they’re all like, super massive superstars and stuff but what?

Simon Kalis: What do they all have in common?

Jeremy Gold: They’re all wrestlers in REBEL Pro?

Kalis spins himself around again turning away from Jeremy Gold.

Simon Kalis: No Jeremy. They’re each the respective owners of the other big three. The PWA. Victory. The BWF. And they all fight here… in REBEL fucking Pro.

Gold continues to scratch his chin like the drooling buffoon we all imagine him to be.

Jeremy Gold: That’s kind of creepy. But what does that even mean?

Simon shakes his head, smiling as we fade back to ringside.

*****Justin Case versus Jaice Wilds*****

Jaice rushes in immediately with a roaring elbow which takes Justin Case by surprise. He stumbles back into the corner turnbuckle and Jaice springboards himself off of the top rope and lands with a spinning heel kick. Case retaliates by throwing him to the canvas and hopping up to the top rope, planting his ass on the top turnbuckle before jumping off with a big leg drop as Jaice is getting to his feet, landing over the back of Jaice’s neck and sending him back down to the canvas hard. Jaice rolls away and gets to his feet now as Case bounces off the ropes and baseball slides his legs out from beneath him. He rolls over and puts himself over Wilds’ back and attempts to lock in a dragonhold sleeper but Jaice wildly throws elbows behind him to push Justin Case off of him. Case lets go, stumbling back.

Mikey Massacre: Some good back and forth here, but Jaice is so much smaller than TMG I wonder if he’ll be able to survive this.

Linzi Martin: Don’t count Jaice out, he is a former Aggression Champion himself.

Justin Case grabs Jaice Wilds from his hair and whips him into the turnbuckles. He follows through with a rising knee straight to Jaice’s face. He lifts Jaice up to the top rope and continues to pound him in the face with heavy lefts and rights. Hugh Aredone is on the outside and carefully sets up a table in their corner on the outside. It’s all very elaborate, but Jaice begins fighting back and elbowing Case in the ribs to get free but to no avail as Case head butts him and then clasps onto him. Suddenly…

Mikey Massacre: Whoa!

Linzi Martin: JUSTIN CASE WITH A SUPERPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE… THROUGH A TABLE!!! Holy SHI-

They both crash through the table that Hugh Aredone had set up and seem to be in tremendous pain, especially Jaice Wilds. Case lifts himself out of the wreckage and raises his arms in the air, the fans both cheering and booing. Wilds low blows Case from behind and then hit’s a reverse DDT right back into a few broken pieces of the table. Wilds slides under the ring and disappears for a few moments as Hugh Aredone checks on Justin Case. Wilds pops out from under the ring at the opposite side with a garbage can in his grasp. He dumps the contents of the trash can out to reveal an array of different weapons for his chosing. Hugh Aredone gets on his cell phone for some reason as Case slides into the ring.

Mikey Massacre: Who could he possibly be calling at this time?

Linzi Martin: The police?!

Case springboards himself off the top rope to the outside but Wilds puts the trash can up and swings as Case comes in for a suicide plancha, and knocks him out of the air. Wilds begins slamming the trash can down over Case’s back before throwing it aside and picking up the cinder block that fell out of the trash. Wilds lifts it up high over Case’s head but Case kicks Wilds’ knee out from under him, forcing him to stumble back. Case grabs the trash can and throws it at Wilds. Wilds drops the cinder block and gets hit in the face with the trash can. Case is on his feet and he jumps up onto the apron, running along it before flying off and grabbing Wilds’ by the neck and head and dropping down with a stunning DDT right into the cinder block, cracking the cinder block in two with Jaice Wild’s now bleeding head.

Mikey Massacre: Case has that ability to come out of no where and just dominate a match with his presence and skill.

Linzi Martin: I’d let him dominate me for sure. Hehehe.

Case lifts Wilds up by the neck and head and throws him into the steel steps, Wilds’ hitting them shoulder first. Case throws his arms up, taunting the crowd. Some cheer, some boo, but all can see his dominance. Wilds is slowly getting up as Case rushes forward towards him. Wilds with a drop toe hold has Justin Case’s face slam hard into the corner of the steel steps, ripping his forehead open. The crowd cheers as both men bleed now on the outside. Wilds crawls away and gets himself together. He jumps up onto the thin barricade separating the fans from the action and runs along it as Justin Case gets to his feet, holding his face as he’s busted open. Wilds jumps off the barricade, spring boarding himself and giving Case a huge face buster right back against those steel steps!

Mikey Massacre: This is right. This is how it’s done in REBEL Pro.

Linzi Martin: Oh you make me tingle when you get excited, Mikey! Haha!

Wilds is up and lifts Case up, throwing him into the ring. He picks up the now 2 pieces of cinder block and throws them into the ring as well before sliding in. Case crawls away but Wilds picks up one of the cinder blocks and just throws it at Justin Case’s head, hitting him in the back of the head with it. Case’s eyes roll around in his head as the cinder block breaks apart on impact and he looks to be utterly KO’d. Hugh Aredone doesn’t seem too worried on the outside as Jaice quickly heads up to the top rope. Suddenly…

Linzi Martin: Oh my god, is that…

Mikey Massacre: It’s INS!? They must be here for Jaice!

Linzi Martin: So THAT’S who Hugh was calling! What a prick!

Jaice looks out to the INS workers who nod in his direction, giving Case ample time to hold his head as he gets up in pain. Justin Case picks up the other half of the cinder block still not totally destroyed and as Jaice notices him, he throws it right at Jaice. Jaice tries to put his hands up to block it but it still hits him in the face and now he slings forward half out of it while sitting on the top turnbuckle. Justin Case climbs up to the top rope after him and slinks Jaice forward inbetween his legs while Case himself stands on the middle turnbuckle. Case falls back and hit’s a piledriver off the middle turnbuckle right onto the cinder block!!! The crowd goes NUTS!!!! Case throws Wilds over and covers him!

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT! JAICE WILDS KICKS OUT!!!

Justin Case can’t believe it! He looks up at the referee who shakes his head. The INS workers callously pull Jaice Wilds out of the ring and begin hauling him off and the crowd immediately begins to boo. Justin Case smirks, wiping the blood off of his face as he raises his hand in what appears to be a self proclaimed victory. Suddenly Jeremy Gold comes running out from the backstage area to stop the INS workers from taking Jaice. It’s inaudible to us watching but Gold has Wilds’ contract and seems to be arguing with these INS workers. Case ignores it, smiling as he poses for pictures for the crowd.

Mikey Massacre: This isn’t a way to win a match. Not by a longshot.

Linzi Martin: No! I can’t believe they’re trying to get Jaice deported!!! The boss man won’t stand for this shit!

The crowd doesn’t know how to react as LEGION appears in the crowd, pushing fans aside as he climbs over the barricade. Legion slides into the ring, Justin Case is still oblivious to him and thinks the crowd is laughing and cheering with him. Finally Case turns to look towards Jaice, and that’s when he sees it on the REBELTron. Legion, right behind him. His eyes widen as he turns around and gets nailed with a kick in the gut. Legion puts him in position and hits Case with ENTER BLACKNESS!!!! The crowd

can’t believe it as Legion now exit’s the ring and pushes his way past everyone on the ramp. Gold falls to his knees and begins praying to Legion with tears in his eyes, but Legion ignores him.

Mikey Massacre: What the hell is going on?! This is madness.

Jaice is freed and quickly runs back to the ring. Jaice jumps back up to the top rope, as Justin Case holds his head and neck. Case looks up but it’s too late… AERIAL ACE!!! Jaice Wilds quickly covers, hooking the legs!

1!

Mikey Massacre: Unbelievable!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… JAICE WILDS!!!

The crowd goes nuts as Jaice has his hand raised in victory. Jaice however is still pretty out of it himself and falls to his knees, breathing hard as he watches the INS workers disappear. Legion however, remains standing atop the entrance ramp staring back at the ring menacingly.

Mikey Massacre: Legion is… I don’t even know. He’s a beast, a monster and quite frankly unstoppable.

Linzi Martin: This isn’t over Mikey… I don’t think it’s over by a long shot.

We see Legion standing in all his glory one more time, as Jaice wipes the blood from his face and Case holds his own face in disbelief as we fade to black…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Dodo-A-Gogo defeat Might & Magic
Legion defeats “The Show” Chad Kurtis
Jaice Wilds defeats “The Millennium Game” Justin Case

*****Red, White and Bruised*****

Static comes over the screen as the AoWF and REBEL Pro logos fade into darkness.

“There comes a time, when we must chose.”

We see brilliant flashes of light, mixed with the images of Lisa Seldon and Emily Corlen.

“We must chose between freedom and security.”

A next set of flashes, and this time we see The Phoenix and Mr. Hardcore.

“We must chose whether to lay down and submit… Or fight for all that we hold precious.”

The light is almost blinding now, as we see the images of the long arduous battles that have taken place between Vincent Black and “The Show” Chad Kurtis.

“Give me liberty…”

We see brilliant flash of Justin Case with his arms raised.

“Or give me death.”

We see Legion, pointing towards you the viewer.

“On this day, we celebrate our independence.”

Fireworks EXPLODE all across the entrance ramp as some epic music plays. The sold out crowd in the Georgia Dome is on their feet as the fireworks display continues, red, white and blue streams whistle like missiles before booming on the four corners of the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome to Red, White and Bruised 2011 folks! This is Mikey Massacre, alongside my new and permanent partner here on the announce table.

LINZI MARTIN: Yeah! The Chaos is back, everyone! You may remember me as Tear Gutter, the PWA Wednesday Night Chaos’ awesome commentator.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Right. Leave it up to Kalis to hire one of his own flunkies.

LINZI MARTIN: Hey, there’s no need for that Mikey. You should be happy to have me here!

MIKEY MASSACRE: So Simon and his other flunky Gold can continue to ruin the great principles REBEL Pro was built on? Yeah, I’ll pass Linzi.

LINZI MARTIN: Did a barbed wire bat crawl up your ass tonight or what? I mean look at this! Can’t you feel the excitement?! This is the single biggest show in REBEL Pro history! In the Georgia Dome! On Pay-Per-View across the world! The WORLD, Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll see how long this experiment lasts, Linzi.

Suddenly “Iron” by Woodkid hits over the speakers and Simon Kalis steps out and receives a huge chorus of cheers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Eating out of his hand already.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh stop being such a spoil sport.

Kalis adjusts the collar to his Armani suit as he sombrely makes his way to the ring, rubbing the bandage on his head where Agenda bit his face. He takes it slow and methodical up the steel steps, before hopping himself over the top rope. Kalis grabs a microphone and walks around the ring, smiling at the throngs of cheering fans.

SIMON KALIS: Atlanta!!!!!!!

The crowd pops, of course.

SIMON KALIS: We stand on the precipice of greatness, ladies and gentlemen. There is so much happening, so quickly and across such vast distances that it’s truly hard to keep up. Of course I’m talking about REBEL Pro, rising to the challenge. Each and every single one of you, backstage.

Simon points to the entrance ramp and smiles proudly.

SIMON KALIS: Stepping up the challenge we set out at Danger Zone, by moving Aggression to Monday night’s to compete with the BWF. I merely laid the groundwork for this mission, but you. All of you back there, you did it! And we forced the BWF to move to Thursdays, not because of me. Or what I did. But because of each and every single one of you putting your hearts on your sleeves and bleeding and fighting, crawling and gnawing for every hard earned victory in this magnificent ring.

The crowd cheers.

SIMON KALIS: Most of all though, through them… They brought all of you here. To bare witness to the epic awesomeness that is REBEL fucking Pro WRESTLING!!!

Kalis raises his arms in the air, circling the ring as the crowd throws waves and waves of cheers.

SIMON KALIS: Through you! Our fans! Have we made it possible to step up and prove why we are on the rise not just in the United States, but across the great Alliance of Wrestling Federation’s we find ourselves to be so proudly apart of. But is that why I’m here? To discuss how awesome REBEL Pro is? I mean shit, all of you know that already… Right?

The crowd cheers again even louder.

SIMON KALIS: Am I here to whine, bitch and complain about delusional mutinies and how the world fucking hates me? Who am I? Mark Sommers?

Kalis cracks a grin, and winks at the camera as the crowd goes “Ohhhhhh!”

SIMON KALIS: Or is it that I’m here to talk about this growing cancer in the Alliance, who mockingly calls themselves the Alliance of Wrestling’s Finest? No… That will come in time. Everyone knows how I am with beating the drums of war. And contrary to popular belief, not the kind of war with guns and other cool stuff. The time for that will come soon enough. The AoW’s Finest and other ilk like them, such as the Extreme Elite…

The crowd boos at the mere mention of them.

SIMON KALIS: Yeah. I’ve taken notice of your threats against Jeremy Gold and myself, gentlemen. And trust me, you don’t fuck with me boys. But this evening, we celebrate. We celebrate the birth of the greatest nation on Earth!

The crowd gives a huge pop.

Fans: USA! USA! USA! USA!

SIMON KALIS: And we’re going to do it the only way REBEL Pro can… Through unadulterated, uncensored hardcore FUCKING VIOLENCE!

Kalis flips the microphone in the air as “Iron” hits again, the crowd cheering.

LINZI MARTIN: So I guess the Extreme Elite is on notice.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a great guy, insulting all of our partners in the AoWF and then saying how much he loves them. He makes no sense. Think of it like this… We’ve got the REBEL Pro boss fighting in Victory Wrestling. The Victory Wrestling boss, not only fighting here but our World Champion. Does it make any sense to you?

LINZI MARTIN: Yeah… They both rock!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The true REBEL icons are being forgotten for people like Lisa, Emily and this guy. It’s disgusting.

LINZI MARTIN: Okay. Uhhh…

Linzi coughs as the awkward silence between them deadens the airwaves until Simon disappears backstage, and the bell rings.

*****Jaice Wilds versus Inferno*****

And just as Simon disappears backstage, Inferno and Wilds come barrelling out from the backstage area in the middle of a brawl. The bell hasn’t even rung as Inferno grabs Wilds and smashes his face against the entrance ramp, with both of them down on the ground. Wilds elbows Inferno in the face, throwing Inferno off of himself. Wilds gets to his feet, springboards himself off the fans barricades and lands on Inferno as he gets up, taking Inferno down with a hurricanrana onto the ground.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The match hasn’t even started yet.

LINZI MARTIN: I guess they decided it’d be better to just break each other’s face immediately.

Jaice Wilds begins wailing on Inferno with stiff kicks as Inferno tries to get back to his feet to no avail. Finally security rushes, and Jenny Jersey is left in the ring shrugging since she never had a chance to announce the match in the first place. Inferno and Wilds are separated from each other and the match really, never happens.

*****The Drawing Board*****

We fade backstage to the office of Simon Kalis, minority owner of REBEL Pro and not just cause he’s black you assholes.

JEREMY GOLD: You know, I thought this was gonna be my job?!

Kalis sits at the General Manager’s desk, tapping his fingers over it’s rosewood veneer. Gold bangs his fists against the closet, which he is of course locked in.

SIMON KALIS: You started a rift with the Extreme Elite, so you’ll stay in there for your own protection.

Simon bites his bottom lip as he looks up.

MASAKAZU: Hostile still isn’t here. No one’s heard a thing from him since he lost to Wood in Victory Wrestling.

Masakazu, Simon’s son and other half of The Order of Chaos steps into the scene by plopping himself down on the leather seat across from Simon.

JEREMY GOLD: If he doesn’t show up, what’d we do?!

SIMON KALIS: Shut up, Jer.

JEREMY GOLD: Okay.

He whimpers from the closet as Simon taps his desk.

SIMON KALIS: Then we make the life of the Extreme Elite a living fucking hell.

MASAKAZU: Uh, weren’t we gonna do that anyways?

Kalis smirks, nodding.

SIMON KALIS: Yeah but, at least now we have a good excuse.

Kalis smirks as we fade to ringside…

*****Number One Contenders Trophy- Cage Match*****
*****Vincent Black versus “The Show” Chad Kurtis*****

We return to ringside, where both Vincent Black and Chad Kurtis are already in the ring as the cage is put into place.

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest will be a cage match, and the winner shall receive the Number One Contender’s Trophy!

Chad Kurtis and Vincent Black stare down each other, as they both circle the ring. The cage is locked and sealed now.

DING DING DING

They lock horns and a power struggle begins between them. Vincent Black uses his size to push Chad Kurtis back and right up against the ropes and the cage wall. The barbed wire middle rope begins cutting its way into Kurtis’ back as Vincent forces himself onto Kurtis long enough to begin pushing him side to side against it. Black bashes Kurtis’ head against the steel cage walls not once, not twice but three times before Kurtis finally pushes Vincent Black back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s three ways to win this match, folks. Either you escape the cage or you win by pinfall or submission.

LINZI MARTIN: Escaping the cage always sounds the easiest, but it always becomes the hardest way.

Kurtis springboards himself off the cage wall and nails Black with a spinning heel kick. Black’s head twists around and Chad quickly kicks him in the gut and lays him out with an implant DDT. The crowd cheers wildly for “The Show” as Chad immediately hops up onto the cage wall and begins his ascension.

LINZI MARTIN: Chad Kurtis not wasting any time here!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s playing it smart. Still I’m sure we’d all rather see these two beat each other to a pulp like we know they can.

Black is quick to his feet, and he sees Chad climbing the cage wall. Chad’s already halfway up when Black grabs onto the cage wall and begins shaking it with all his strength. Kurtis momentarily loses his grip and realizes he’s going down, so he lets go, puts his elbow out and hits Black in the collar bone with a heavy elbow from a few feet up. Black stumbles back, limp on the left side where he got hit but Chad is on the canvas. Black stomps down on Chad’s face and then grabs him by the back of the neck and throws him into the cage wall.

LINZI MARTIN: Vincent Black is brutal.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Realized that just now, did you?\

Black begins trying to put Kurtis’ face through the cage wall as he holds Kurtis’ face against the cage wall and begins pushing it against it trying to crush it. Kurtis wildly throws elbows behind him to hit Black, which they do, but to no avail. Kurtis grabs onto the barbed wire middle ropes and screams as he pulls with all his strength. Black backs up and looks around at the crowd as they boo him, unaware of what Chad is doing. Chad rips a chunk of the barbed wire ropes right out of it’s bearings and jumps up onto Black’s back, wrapping the barbed wire around Vincent Black’s neck and then hanging off of him. Black’s eyes widen, the big man wobbling around the ring and choking as the barbed wire rips into his throat and flesh. Kurtis screams and yells for Black to go down.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh my god that’s dangerous! Chad’s blood was already all over that barbed wire, can’t Vincent get like… Blood poisoning and stuff? That’s a real thing isn’t it?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Don’t think that’s their top priority right now Linzi.

Vincent Black finally falters to one knee, his eyes fluttering as he gasps for breath and his neck begins to bleed horribly. Kurtis leaves him there on his knees and springboards himself off the cage wall into a dropkick which takes Vincent Black down to the canvas. Kurtis begins climbing the cage wall again immediately, and makes his way up.

Linzi Martin: Kurtis could win it all right here!

Mikey Massacre: Blacks been really hurt by the barbed wire lynching Kurtis put on him, there’s no question about it.

But Black is getting to his feet and he rips the barbed wire out of his neck, making him bleed quite a bit more. Kurtis is at the top of the cage now, reading to make his way over but he stops and stands up on the cage wall, trying to carefully balance himself. Kurtis looks down and jumps! He goes for a massive hurricanrana on Vincent Black, but Black catches him, spins him around and LAYS HIM OUT with The New Hope!!!! The crowd goes nuts as Black falls back, breathing heavily and rubbing his bleeding throat as Kurtis seems utterly KO’d.

LINZI MARTIN: God DAMN!!!! That really backfired on Chad Kurtis!! He had the match won, Mikey! All he had to do was jump down to the outside!

MIKEY MASSACRE: The need for blood got the better of him, and it did backfire. Hard.

Black finally throws himself onto Kurtis, draping his arm over him.

1!

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT! CHAD KURTIS KICKS OUT!!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It took Black too long to make the cover.

LINZI MARTIN: Had he made a second earlier, he just might’ve won it.

Black climbs to his feet and grabs a hold of Chad Kurtis. He scoops Chad Kurtis up and throws him right into the cage door. Black grabs Kurtis’ head and begins bashing it over and over against the cage door lock. He throws a bloodied Chad Kurtis aside and begins kicking the cage door’s lock until finally it breaks open. But Kurtis is coming to and gets to his feet. Black begins making his way out of the cage through the door but Chad grabs Vincent at the last second, spinning him around and hitting the CK Finale through the cage door!!! They BOTH go outside of the ring and the camera flashes in the arena are blinding as they both fall outside of the cage at the same time.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who’s feet touched the ground first?!

LINZI MARTIN: I.. I don’t know!!

DING DING DING

The bell rings as the referee looks on to see the damage. An instant replay plays over the REBELTron, showing that as Chad Kurtis dropped Vincent Black with the CK Finale, Black held onto him and pulled him out of the cage with him. Both men’s feet hit the ground almost at the same time, but it’s unclear who won. Jenny Jersey waits for a response from the official to let her know who won.

JENNY JERSEY: As a result of both mens feet hitting the outside of the ring at the same time… This match is a draw.

The crowd boos and both Black and Kurtis look at each other in disbelief.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Draw?! Draw’s don’t happen in REBEL Pro!

LINZI MARTIN: I guess one just did.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Then who get’s the Number One Contender’s Trophy?

LINZI MARTIN: I don’t know. I think Kurtis’ feet touched the ground first though.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No the way Chad does CK Finale, it was Black who ended up getting out first.

LINZI MARTIN: This is a big mess…

*****Grudge Match*****
*****Legion versus Justin Case*****

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

No music plays as Legion heads out from the backstage area, surrounded by his various priests. The crowd boos, and this is the sound that swells in the arena as Legion makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first… LEGION!!!!

The crowd keeps booing, knowing very well what Legion thinks of them as he gets into the ring. His priests surround the ring just as “Victory” by Puff Daddy hits and Justin Case comes running out from the backstage area. He doesn’t even wait for Jenny to announce him, Hugh Aredone following him casually as Case slides into the ring and jumps to his feet.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME”… JUSTIN CASE!!!

Case begins circing the ring and nods as the bell dings.

DING DING DING

Case and Legion jump each other immediately, exchanging heavy lefts and rights in an all out brawl that sees Legion use his size to overpower Case. Legion continues to uses his size and reach to grab Case by the chest and hold him back with his left arm as he knocks him in the face with his right hand. Case pushes himself free, not one to be overpowered. Legion goes for a clothesline, but Justin Case ducks out of the way and throws his leg out, tripping Legion to the canvas. Instantly he starts stomping on his neck, but Legion grabs him by the legs and takes him down to the canvas with him. It backfires as Case quickly rolls over onto Legion‘s back, slides himself around and grabs onto Legion‘s legs. Justin Case locks in a Boston Crab and begins moving back and forth, applying and releasing pressure in cyclical motion. He adds even more pressure with each go around and Legion does not look like he‘s ready to tap.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Case showing off some of the technical skill he has.

LINZI MARTIN: Not to mention, he’s really hot. Just in case U didn’t know!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Right I’m sure. This is who they put with me, a hormonal driven girl…

LINZI MARTIN: I am NOT a whore, you ass.

One of the hooded men who Legion calls his priests slides into the ring, and the referee immediately backs off. He lifts the heavy oak staff he carries, the skull on the tip hits Justin Case across the back of the head. Case falls off of Legion as two of the other priests surround Hugh Aredone, daring him to stop them. The fourth and final priest throws a few weapons into the ring, random barbed wire covered bats and and 2×4’s. There’s even a staple gun amongst the weaponry. Case quickly grabs the stapler gun and fires off a few staples into the priests face. The priest grabs his face, as Case jumps to his feet and clotheslines him over the top rope onto the outside. Hugh Aredone, as well as the crowd, cheer for Justin Case. But what Case doesn’t see is Legion rise to his feet and pick up the barbed wire baseball bat.

LINZI MARTIN: Jeez are there no rules here or what?

MIKEY MASSACRE: For Christ’s sake, you know where you are right? Everything’s legal in REBEL Pro.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh well that explains it.

Legion wraps the barbed wire bat over Case’s neck from behind and begins choking him with it. The barbs cutting up Case’s neck and throat. Case falls to one knee, gasping for air. He still has the stapler gun in his hand and aims it behind himself and begins going cachunk cachunk cachunk with it all into Legion’s tattooed arm and his chest. On the outside the priests begin setting tables up to surround the ring while one of them holds Hugh Aredone back. Case keeps firing off staples and plugging Legion’s arm and chest with them until the stapler gun clicks empty. Case begins whacking the gun itself against Legion but Legion just continues to pull back, choking the life out of Case until he’s too weak to keep hitting him. Case’s arms go limp, the stapler gun falls from his hand. Legion lets go and Case remains on both knees now, woozy with his head down and his neck bleeding. Legion tees up and hit’s a home run with Case’s head, smashing the barbed wire baseball it HARD into his head. Case hit’s the canvas, bleeding.

LINZI MARTIN: *Shrieks* Oh my GOD!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Finally, some real action again.

LINZI MARTIN: That Legion guy is mugging Justin Case!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah.

Legion stomps down on Justin Case now. The crowd boos, but then begins a big chant for Justin Case in the hopes of feeding him energy. Case is weary, as his neck continues to get stomped on by Legion who holds the top rope for leverage. Case instinctively reaches out and grabs a crowbar that was one of the weapons thrown in the ring and cracks it over Legion’s knee. Legion remains standing but Case whacks him again and again in his leg and knee until Legion stumbles back. Justin Case rolls onto his back and whacks Legion with the crowbar on his other knee repeatedly until Legion is now on his knees. Legion looks up just as Justin Case cracks him over the face and sends him to the canvas. Both men now are laid out on the canvas, breathing heavily.

LINZI MARTIN: That’s how you do it, Justin! Show that asshole!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Haha, finally getting into how we do things in REBEL?

LINZI MARTIN: What can I say?! It gets your blood pumping!

Case rolls himself onto Legion and covers.

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Legion kicks out easily, throwing Justin Case off of him. Justin rolls away and gets to his feet. As Legion comes to his feet, Justin Case rushes towards him and dropkicks him! Legion goes flying over the top rope right through one of the tables one of his own priests had set up! Legion rubs his back, but Justin Case goes to the top turnbuckle and flies off with an elbow straight into Legion’s throat! Legion coughs but his priests are all over Justin Case, as they begin smashing at his back and robs with their heavy oak staffs. Case quickly rolls into the ring to avoid any more damage as Legion gets to his feet and slides back into the ring after him. Legion and Justin Case begin an all out brawl until Justin Case gets loose, bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline on Legion. Legion ducks, and as Case bounces off the ropes again and comes back Legion lifts his leg and hit’s a big boot right to Case’s face. Case hit’s the canvas and Legion covers.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT!

Case kicks out, not willing to give up yet.

LINZI MARTIN: Justin Case still has the heart of a champion.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah but his problem is that Legion wants to rip that heart out and hold it in the air like a trophy.

Case tries crawling away but Legion grabs him by the legs and flips him onto his back. Case throws a few errant kicks out, nailing Legion in the knees and gut. Case quickly rebounds to his feet and grabs onto Legion. Case screams as he lifts Legion up and hits Just 2 Talented!!! The crowd goes nuts, Case covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

KICK OUT!

The referee shakes his head, calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

Case gets to his feet and has his arm raised in victory, Legion having kicked out just a split second too late.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match… JUSTIN CASE!!!

Legion doesn’t care as he gets to his feet, grabbing Case and twisting him around. Legion grabs Case by the neck and lifts him high up into the air before chokeslamming him over the top rope, to the outside and through a table! Even though “Victory” is playing, Legion walks out of the ring shaking his head, his priests following him behind. Hugh Aredone checks on Case.

LINZI MARTIN: Incredibly close, but I don’t think it ends here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’d be a real understatement, Linzi.

*****Where Art Thou?*****

JEREMY GOLD: Dude! DUDE! Just please let me out!?

Gold bangs on the closet he’s trapped inside as we fade backstage. Simon Kalis finally lets him out.

SIMON KALIS: Hostile hasn’t shown up yet. I don’t think he will. That fucking prick.

JEREMY GOLD: So what’d we do?!

Gold wipes the drool off his face as he looks up from his knees.

SIMON KALIS: Well we’ve gotta do something, and I think this is the perfect chance to fuck those Extreme Elite assholes over again.

Kalis smirks, and Gold wipes the crusted tears from his eyes as we fade to ringside…

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Hostile© versus Violet Harper*****

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship!!!!

The sold out crowd here in the Georgia Dome cheers as “The Perfect Drug” by Nine Inch Nails hits over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger! She hails from Portsmouth, New Hampshire…

Violet Harper steps out, a grand display of pyros shooting off behind her on the stage as highlights of her illustrious career thus far play on the REBELTron.

JENNY JERSEY: She is… VIOLET HARPER!!!!

Violet moves confidently to the ring amidst the thunderous roars of applause she receives. As she slides into the ring she raises her arms and begins stretching.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent!

There’s a pause for a few moments until “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits and the crowd looks around confused.

LINZI MARTIN: Either Hostile’s making a statement, or…

Out walks Jeremy Gold, holding what appears to be the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship in one hand and a microphone in the other. The crowd gives him a slight cheer, and then he starts to gyrate his hips in a thrusting motion to their cheers. Violet Harper looks on, and she doesn’t seem too amused.

JEREMY GOLD: I know, I know. You’re all thinking… Gold is the new Aggression Champion. Which would like, totally be awesome.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’re not thinking that and it wouldn’t be awesome.

LINZI MARTIN: Shush!

MIKEY MASSACRE: No, I won’t Linzi.

Gold begins walking down towards the ring, Violet leans against the ropes waiting for an explanation.

JEREMY GOLD: So Hostile has basically vanished quicker than you can say Krymson Dragon, and we really can’t be bothered to find him, luckily he left this nifty title behind at Victory Television last week. Though if I had to wager a guess as to where he is?

Gold pauses as he begins climbing the steel steps.

JEREMY GOLD: He’s probably drowning his misery at Hardcore Drinking.

The crowd laughs, and Gold finally enters the ring.

JEREMY GOLD: And I guess really, Simon and I really wanna show the Extreme Elite how awesome we think they are. And by that of course I mean we think they’re a bunch of fucking douche bags who’re lucky to grace this ring.

Gold nods at Violet Harper.

JEREMY GOLD: So with that in mind, I’d like to present you all with your new REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…

Gold hands Harper the title.

JEREMY GOLD: VIOLET HARPER!!!!!

Harper looks on in shock as she’s forcefully given the Aggression title. Gold raises her arm in the air, and then sneaks in a kiss on Violet Harper’s cheek! The crowd goes wild, but Harper smacks the taste right out of Gold’s mouth. Out of no where Jaice Wilds comes running out from backstage, and he immediately hops onto the apron, springboards himself into the ring and hit’s a twisting body splash on Violet. Gold shrieks, tears running down his face as he throws himself over the top rope to escape the violence. Violet rolls and gets back to her feet as Jaice gets to his. They immediately begin exchanging lefts and rights. Harper arm drags Jaice to the canvas, but Jaice quickly jumps to his feet and hit’s a spinning heel kick on Violet Harper. Harper is taken aback but lunges forward, smashing the Aggression title over Jaice Wild’s head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like someone isn’t too happy about the Aggression title being handed off in this way. Of course with Gold and Kalis, could you expect anything less than utter garbage?

LINZI MARTIN: Hey now. Violet is undefeated, at least when facing anyone in REBEL Pro. There was the whole Vicious thing last week but who’s paying attention.

Jaice Wilds stumbles back, holding his face as Violet stands up tall. Out of no where from the crowd, Justin Case comes flying over the barricade with a steel chair in hand! Jeremy Gold is crying in a foetal position on the outside as Case slides into the ring, still bloodied and bruised from his battle with Legion. Violet turns around and is met with that steel chair right across the face. Jaice hops back to his feet and smiles at Case, as he begins stomping down on Violet Harper. Case scoffs, right before smashing the chair over Jaice Wilds’ head and sending him crumpling to the ground. Case drops the chair and stands over both of them, raising his arms in the air. The crowd is going nuts, cheering all the unsanctioned violence.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Millennium

Game is making a statement here.

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh no, hold me Mikey!

Pyros explode from all four corners of the ring and the lights turn back on. At the top of the entrance ramp stands Legion, his priests surrounding him. Case leans over the top rope, yelling at Legion as Violet Harper gets to her feet behind him. She picks up the chair and swings immediately, cracking Justin Case over the back of his head. Case hangs forward over the top rope, caught utterly off guard. He turns around and Violet smacks him upside the face with the chair again and he goes flying over the top rope. She throws the chair at Case on the outside of the ring and looks up the ramp at Legion, who remains standing still and eerily calm. Jaice Wilds isn’t out of the picture yet. He gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, comes back and dropkicks Violet in the back of the head! She goes flying over the top rope onto the outside with Justin Case.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hostile’s disappearance has left a gaping vacuum for the Aggression title it looks like. And Violet is not going to have an easy time here.

LINZI MARTIN: Nope but she’s a tough girl, she can handle herself.

Jaice laughs, throwing his arms up in the air as Violet and Justin Case get to their feet on the outside of the ring. Jaice stops smiling as he looks up at the entrance ramp, Legion remains standing unemotional but nodding, ever so slightly.

LINZI MARTIN: This should be very interesting…

*****PWA versus Victory Wrestling Iron Man Match*****
*****[PWA]Matthew Engel versus [VW]Teresa Quaranta*****

Linzi Martin: Our next match tonight is a HUGE interpromotional matchup between two of the AOWF’s biggest stars – when you say the words Matthew Engel and Teresa Quaranta seperately, you know you’re getting a big match. But together? In a 60 minute Ironman match? Whoo, this is going to blow the roof off the doors.

Mikey Massacre: And of course, both of them want this one, but there can only be one fucking winner. So what are the rules so we can get this started?

Linzi Martin: Right. Number one; the wrestler with the most falls at the end of 60 minutes will be the winner. Number two; There are no other rules. Do whatever it takes to get a pinfall. This isn’t going to be easy. This is a test of will for everyone involved. The winner puts themselves into clear #1 position for that AOWF Championship match in September. Everything is on the line here!

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

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

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

The crowd gets on their feet, and most of them are cheering the World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: Our first competitor stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds…

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

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

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

Jenny Jersey: He is the current PWA Heavyweight Champion… MATTHEW… “VIRUS”… ENGEL!!!!

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

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

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

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

Mikey Massacre: Can’t wait for this one.

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 awestruck crowd. Still others throw rose petals, staring into the crowd and the camera with looks of focus and intense devotion. 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 adulation 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!

Despite the overbearing length and cheesiness of the entrance, the fans are receptive – she gives an elaborate bow and goes to her corner.

Mikey Massacre: So… they do that every week over in Victory? I should start watching. Really.

The big 60:00 icon shows up on the screen as they circle.

As Engel leans forward to lock up or something, he is met with a Spiked Hurricanrana! The bell rings and Jenny Jersey gets out of the ring, the brawl continues with Teresa pressing the advantage of her surprise attack. But things don’t go perfectly for long – Engel catches her leg and rockets up a kick to her stomach.

Mikey Massacre: Right in the babymaker. Yeow.

Now that he has a gigantic opening, he jumps Teresa with a tackle and gives her a taste of her own medicine with … slaps? Hm.

Mikey Massacre: BRUTAL SLAPS. Hey, we’re barely into this match, so hopefully they’re slapping with chairs or something by the time we’re done.

Teresa grabs his hand and rockets a headbutt to the side of his nose. Engel stammers backwards and retreats toward the turnbuckle, but Teresa springs up, whips him hard into the turnbuckle, and takes a couple of steps back before giving him a dropkick to the chest in the corner.

Linzi Martin: From this angle, I can’t tell if that was a shot to the groin, or what. But Teresa is all over Virus like flies on poop.

Mikey Massacre: Are you the referee?

Linzi Martin: No, I’m not, but -

Mikey Massacre: Then shut your fucking mouth, and let the man do his job.

Teresa finds an opening behind Engel and takes it, sliding behind him, wrapping her left arm around his throat, and wrapping her right hand around his stomach before dropping to the ground with her in clutch. As she applies pressure to the champion’s throat, he immediately tries to fight it off with strong elbows to the ribs, but Teresa doesn’t let go.

Mikey Massacre: This is AMERICA. On INDEPENDENCE DAY. Engel better get up and get that win.

Linzi Martin: I thought you didn’t care about PWA guys.

Mikey Massacre: I do today. I mean goddammit. The ref should break this hold.

Linzi Martin: Let the man do his JOB, Mikey! For an official, I don’t think the mans making the right calls, but what can I do? I’m a lowly commentator, and right now, whether I like it or not, my job is to call the match.

Mikey Massacre: Well DO THAT!

Engel snarls and throws back another elbow that manages to score right on Teresa’s chin. Engel is released from the hold, but the effects show as he rolls away from the scene gasping for air. Teresa’s sitting in the ring and nursing her jaw now, and it takes a bit before she’s willing to advance her attack.

Linzi Martin: JAWBREAKER by Matthew Engel!

Mikey Massacre: WOW Where the hell did she come from?

With Teresa laid out, Engel shows a little agility, springing to the top rope and landing a hard double moonsault stomp onto Teresa.

Linzi Martin: High Voltage. You know, Teresa uses a similar move, I wonder if she feels disrespected?

Mikey Massacre: I think she’d be more disrespected by getting kicked in the fucking chest.

Engel is still a little winded and rolls over to his knees but notices Teresa weakly grasping at the bottom rope. Engel forces himself up, does a running start, and stomps Teresa in the back onf the head while sliding to the floor below the ring. The crowd cringes as Engel rolls back in and makes the cover.

1

2

Kickout!

Teresa goes for some kind of rollup, but it’s so sloppy it barely counts as a wrestling move – Engel easily kicks out and starts pulling Teresa up by the arm landing a series of Jabs. Teresa tries to return fire, but Engel is on the mark early and often. He finally steps back and lands a spinning kick that’s so hard that Teresa flies through the ropes.

Mikey Massacre: Here’s the thing about Matthew Engel – he’s among the best at everything. No matter who you are or what you do, The Virus can do it better, and that’s why he’s the reigning PWA Champion.

Linzi Martin: I think there’s a little blood coming from Teresa’s mouth. Ew. Nasty.

After the maneuver connects, Engel jumps over the top rope and lands on the apron, watching Teresa roll about. Engel ascends the turnbuckle, dives off, and nails a spiral tap onto the downed opponent! The crowd goes berserk!

Mikey Massacre: This isn’t the strategy we expected from the PWA Champion – we’ve still got about halfway through, but so far Matthew Engel has really been going high impact and high tempo. Things could change at any moment though…

Just as Mikey says it, Engel reaches for a chair, grabs it, and runs forward at full speed, connecting with Teresa’s face like it’s a baseball bat. The previous PWA Champion rolls over and covers her head as the crowd gives a loud moan.

Mikey Massacre: This is an Ironman match but it’s REBEL PRO rules. Engel smashing that steel chair – and again! And again!

Teresa lifts herself off the mat, and starts to climb into the ring, but turns around to catch a Gamengiri to the skull! HOLY SHIT. Teresa gets so much air that she flips over the top rope, but while coming down, her feet hit the ropes, her lower back crashes into the apron, and she lands squarely on her shoulders and neck. Most of the crowd are too busy marking out to notice the deadliness of that bump.

Mikey Massacre: Oh my God. That bitch is dead.

Engel shoves away the referee and locks in an Anaconda Vice, and the crowd roars, hoping for the first fall of the night. Teresa twiches wildly on the ground, raises her arm… and rakes Engel in the eye. He swears loudly and Teresa rolls out of the ring.

Engel watches her slowly recover, and decides to leap from the apron and nail her with a flying elbow!

Linzi Martin: MATTHEW ENGEL WITH A HARD ELBOW THERE!

Engel sneers and grabs her by the shoulder, walking her towards a nearby table. He puts Teresa on his shoulder -

Mikey Massacre: OH MY GODMOTHER OF FUCK, NO! SONS OF PLUNDER THROUGH THE TABLE!

Linzi Martin: Now the Spanish announce team has to fucking stand for the rest of this match. Thanks a lot, Engel; you thoughtless fucking prick!

Mikey Massacre: Did we even have a Spanish announce table before tonight?

Jeremy Gold: No, I’m trying to score with the one girl – bitches will do anything for a job in this economy, am I right?

Jeremy Gold puts on a headset.

Mikey Massacre: Uh, Jeremy, I don’t think you belong here.

Jeremy Gold: Of course I belong here. I don’t belong there, getting thrown through shit. Thats for sure.

Mikey Massacre: Engel and Teresa are both down, so… since you’re out here, why don’t you tell us about what your strategy for this match would be?

Jeremy Gold: Not in the Face, that’s been my strategy my whole life. And it’s paying off.

He gives the camera a big smile.

Linzi Martin: Would you say the winner of this match is effectively #1 contender for the AOWF Championship?

Jeremy Gold: Fuck no. That’s a wrestler thing, always trying to talk themselves into spots. Anything can happen, if you ask me. I think the winner would be in the drivers seat, though!

THIRTY MINUTES LEFT.

Gradually, Engel is making it to his feet, and he grabs Teresa by the hair and rolls her into the ring. Sinks down, makes the cover -

1

2

NO!

Engel rolls Teresa out of the ring somewhat, but keeps her upper half hanging off the apron, where he viciously restrains her with one arm and works on her with his right arm; continuing his earlier work with elbows, slaps, and hammer punches to the stomach.

Jeremy Gold: This shit is just painful to watch. I feel like I’m watching a live execution.

Teresa tries to cover up, and Engel leans forward, just enough for Teresa to knee him hard through the ropes. Engel staggers back, Teresa looks inside the ring and out of it, then decides to roll into the ring and away from the champion.

Engel slides in and trips Teresa to the ground, pushing a bridging grounded double chicken-wing! Teresa quickly fights out of the hold before rolling away from a bunch of attacks. A stiff kick from Engel connects, and he’s clearly looking for some kind of submission maneuver, but Teresa is defending well on the ground. Finally she rocks on her back and thrusts upward, landing a blow right to Engel’s chin. Engel’s bleeding from the mouth as well!

Jeremy Gold: Looks like he bit his tongue or something though.

Mikey Massacre: Whatever it is, it’s an oppurtunity. Engel has really been in control for most of the match. Teresa has a chance to get rolling.

Jeremy Gold: Aaaand an armdrag. Fucking wack.

Linzi Martin: Well, she took a lot of damage from that table shot, so we can’t be sure what she feels up to. It’s going to take more than that to – ooooh spinning roundhouse from Teresa!

Engel richochets to the floor with a thud, Teresa stacks up for a cover.

Linzi Martin: She’s a black belt, yanno. And she has won matches with that move in the past, so -

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Kickout!

Mikey Massacre: Teresa jumps onto Engel’s back and starts driving her knee into The Virus’s spine, but Engel fights out of it, grabs her head and yanks her over his chest in a tombstone position – but instead of piledriving her into the canvas, he lands a sick knee to the skull before letting her fall in a heap.

Jeremy Gold: And thank God for that, I don’t know how long Virus’ spine would have held up with Teresa on top of it.

Mikey Massacre: Are you saying she’s -

Jeremy Gold: No… Noooooooo.

Engel ties Teresa up in the tree of woe, gets some distance, and lands the TKT, and Teresa falls over, clearly in some pain. But as Engel hops to the top rope, Teresa still finds the energy to kick the rope – he stumbles and crotches himself on the rope. Teresa springs to the top rope with an amazingly precise vertical leap and kicks Engel, sending him spilling to the ground.

Teresa crawls to the turnbuckle, stands up…

Jeremy Gold: Shooting Star Press to the floor! Hoooly Shit!

The arena rocks with approval and passion, and a handful of fans throw chairs into the ring area! FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT!

Teresa is too beaten up to really press any form of offense has crawled his way to the inside of the ring. On the left hand side, we see Engel trying to get inside the ring as well.

Both of them are staggering back and forth. Teresa hits Engel with a chop. Engel hits Teresa with a European uppercut. Teresa falls backwards into the ropes and throws Virus into the ropes! He ricochets from the ropes and lands a lariat before going for a cover.

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Kickout!

Engel can’t believe it. He gets to his feet and looks around in wonder. The fans give a very loud reaction as he turns and begins to ascend the turnbuckle.

Jeremy Gold: Looks like he’s -

Teresa climbs the ropes and wraps her arms around Engel, looking to bring him backwards for a belly to belly suplex, but Engel rears back and drives the tip of his elbow into TQ’s skull. Ow. She reels backward, grabs him by the arms -

Process of Illumination! Off the top rope! Teresa slides over and makes the cover!

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Mikey Massacre: That’s it! And we have just over ten minutes left!

Jeremy Gold: Hooly shit. I don’t think either of them are going to be able to get up anytime soon.

A long time passes, the bell rings, and the clock winds down, with both competitors still mostly lifeless. Teresa is up first. As she goes to pull Engel up, he strikes her with an elbow thrust to the chin, sending her flying back.

Engel takes a deep breath, uses the ropes to stand and stares down Teresa.

Jeremy Gold: Time’s a-fucking wasting, Engel!

They stare at each other for about 15 seconds, as things get louder. Engel bounces off the ropes and returns with a running knee to Teresa’s chest, sending her flying. Engel scrambles to get an attack in, but Teresa defends well, wrapping her legs around his waist and curling up – slowing down the pace of the match. He takes a breath and then, with a big kick, Engel gets out of the scissorhold. Teresa steps back, but Engel plows through her and charges into the corner, holding her up on his right shoulder and smashing her back-first against the turnbuckle pads. The power of the blow sends a rebound reaction out, enabling Engel to twirl his body around and spinebuster Teresa as a combo.

Using a ground-and-pound tactic, Engel soon looks to apply a Triangle Chokehold which Teresa tries desperately to avoid.

As Engel lays on his back, hoping to score a knockout, Teresa slips away from Engel’s clutches. Before he can advance, Teresa sweeps his legs out from beneath him, via a swift kick to the knee, allowing her to return to the body scissors. Engel grabs the nearby ropes and starts screaming at the referee when Teresa takes her sweet time untangling.

They lock up again and Engel quickly takes control, grabs onto Teresa’s right arm and brings her into a crossface. Aware of what’s occuring, Teresa rolls forward, escaping from the submission attempt, only to immediately spin around and hit Engel with an STO!

Teresa goes for the cover and just barely gets two.

Matthew finds a surge of energy, enabling him to get to his feet. Trying to fight this off, Teresa sends some more knee strikes to Engel’s head/face, but to no avail. Recovering enough energy, he hits a release Northern Lights Suplex, sending the former champion crashing onto her back!

Engel crawls over towards Teresa, rolls her onto her stomach and places both knees onto her back. From here, he places his right hand around her chin, while locking his legs together and pulling back. Eventually, he rolls onto his back, giving Teresa an upside-down surfboard stretch.

The clock is winding down, and Engel clearly doesn’t like the hold he’s picked and is deciding whether to commit to it or switch to something else. He curses, takes a breath…and lets the hold go, seamlessly transitioning to a Dragon Sleeper.

With Teresa’s head looking at the lights, there’s no sense of time… not until the last ten seconds, anyway.

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Winner: Teresa Quaranta

Engel releases the hold, slaps the mat, and collapses backwards onto the canvas. Teresa starts fanning herself with a hand and falls backwards, too exhausted for the hand lifting thing. She rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp, leaving Engel alone with his thoughts – at least for a few moments, until his brother jumps the railing. He barely breaks stride to grab one of the many many chairs outside of the ring before sliding inside and breaking one (literally) over Matthew’s skull.

Mikey Massacre: OH SHIT!

Fury rears back and smashes him a couple more times. A roar goes up from the sold out crowd as Teresa slowly makes her way down the ramp. She rolls into the ring and charges – she sidesteps the big swing, and grabs a chair of her own, smashing him twice with it before landing a spinning roundhouse that knocks him over the top rope and directly onto a steel chair. There’s a loud clang as Fury hits the ground and bolts through the crowd again, not wanting any more as security comes down the ramp.

Jeremy Gold: Matthew Engel is a bloody mess, man.

He slumps in the turnbuckle, shaking his head in disgust. Really, it’s a miracle he’s still up. Teresa shuffles to the corner and they talk for a few seconds before she pats him on the shoulder and wobbles through the ropes and towards the back.

Engel gets a huge ovation, but you know him. Grumpy all the time

*****REBEL Pro Tag Team Championship Match*****
*****Lisa Seldon & Emily Corlen versus The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore*****

Lisa steps forward for her team prompting the Phoenix to push Mr. Hardcore into the frey for theirs. He looks a little tentative, especially when Lisa skips in forward at an angle and blasts him in the chest with a Push Kick, knocking him into the ropes. He then shoots back and swings hopefully, only to be caught with a Sweep as Lisa drops low and kicks out his legs, landing him flat on his face. Mr. Hardcore turns over just as Lisa leaps up and brings her heels down toward his face. Mr. Hardcore rolls aside and then jumps at her, only to be caught with a kick that tears up through his face.

THE PHOENIX: Try getting hit less. That’ll help.

Lisa pushes forward and Mr. Hardcore changes level for a Waistlock that he uses to get behind her. His legs are still a little wobbly though and prevent him getting much downward pull on a German Suplex, allowing Lisa to float through it and land on her feet. Lisa then let’s him find his and throw a shot that she stuffs by throwing a Straight Kick into his shoulder. Mr. Hardcore remains determined to get something out of it and shoots again; this time securing a front Waistlock and using it to pull her off the ground, only to be struck with an Elbow on the back of the head that causes him to drop her. Lisa then puts up a high kick that gets traded for one in the gut, sending her back.

Mr. Hardcore follows up with a few rights and lefts that bounce Lisa into the ropes and allow him to whip her off. He then catches a Backdrop on the return which he chains into a standing Elbow Drop off the fall. He then pulls Lisa off the mat and pitches her to the ropes again, only for Lisa to hold onto his hand and pull him into a kick in the gut. Lisa then lifts him standing with a knee between the eyes and then following with a Spinning Back Kick that send him into the ropes. Mr. Hardcore staggers back and puts his hands up to block, but is unable to stop a series of punches in the stomach that leads to Step-In Leg Kick that puts him on the mat. Mr. Hardcore rises onto all fours and just manages to roll out of the way in time as Lisa sends a kick whipping through the air. Mr. Hardcore then falls back into his corner, where the Phoenix makes the tag.

The Phoenix immediately charges into the fight hoping to catch her off guard, but his enthusiasm ends the instant Lisa shoots a jet of green mist into his eyes.

The Phoenix falls in swinging wild, only to be caught flush as Lisa leaps up smashes him with a Flying Knee Strike, dropping him straight to the canvas. Rather than waiting for her opponent to rise this time though, Lisa wades in and begins dropping left hands all over him.

The Phoenix tries to push her off, but with his eyes still coated in gunk he’s unable to catch the angles as Lisa starts dropping the point of her elbow on his head. The shots ring solid and the referee considers moving in, but with the whole no rules thing, all he can do is pick a better angle to watch. Meanwhile Lisa, deciding that mere hits aren’t enough, takes to biting him in the face. Which is hard when he has a mask, but not impossible if you’re determined. Seemingly she is, as blood begins to drip down the side of his mask. At that Mr. Hardcore finally runs in and knocks her off, which in turn prompts Corlen to get in on the action to cancel him out. The two take their fight to the outside as Lisa baits the Phoenix to his feet, letting him walk blind into a clinch, which she uses to bury a knee between his eyes, and then a second that puts him on his knees. Lisa however pulls him back to his feet and smashes him again, splitting a crack down his face and dropping him to his knees.

Lisa drops back into her corner where Corlen catches a tag. She then rushes in behind, pulling the Phoenix to his feet and holding him in place as Lisa drops a kick into his chest, allowing Corlen to drop him on the back of his head with a German Suplex. Meanwhile Lisa pushes Mr. Hardcore off the apron to keep him out.

Emily then drags the Phoenix to his feet and pushes him back to Lisa, who catches him falling in with a Roundhouse kick, snapping his head to one side and turning him back the other way. By this point he’s blind dead and out on his feet and perfectly set for the finish, as Lisa jumps up from behind and grinds her heel into the back of his skull while Emily steps in from the front and blasts him between the eyes with a knockout kick of her own.

With no where to go, the Phoenix drops straight down as Emily Corlen jumps on the pin. Meanwhile Lisa keeps watch on Mr. Hardcore.

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The sound of the bell brings Emily to her feet, where she accepts the hand of the referee. Lisa meanwhile has other ideas, turning back to the Phoenix and dropping punches on him again. The referee is quick to act and pull her away, but not before Lisa can drop a heel stamp on his face for good measure, bloodying him up a bit more. Mr. Hardcore finally rips The Phoenix out of the ring as Emily Corlen and Lisa Seldon are handed the REBEL Pro Tag Team titles.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What an end to a night like this. Not one true REBEL Pro tag team involved in this match, it’s shameful.

LINZI MARTIN: Oh relax. It was fun. There was all kinds of blood, a whacky cage match. Inferno didn’t set himself on fire, and apparently Violet Harper has a gangbang line up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, right. Well for Linzi Martin, this is Mikey Massacre. We’ll see you next week, folks.

We fade to one last shot of Emily Corlen raising her BWF World title and REBEL Pro Tag Team title in the air, ignoring the fact Lisa Seldon is tempting her with a twinkie as we fade…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Jaice Wilds and Inferno brawl, without the match ever officially taking place.
Vincent Black and Chad Kurtis fight to a draw, leaving the NOC Trophy vacant… Or co-owned?
Justin Case defeats Legion in a close bloody battle.
Teresa Quaranta defeats Matthew Engel.
Lisa Seldon and Emily Corlen defeat The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore to become new RPW Tag Champions. Lisa proceeds to kick Phoenix in the face multiple times.

*****BOFLS Stay Winning****

Fireworks pop off as the crowd jumps to their feet in the Ocean Center.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hello and welcome to another edition of Aggression, folks. We’ve got a packed lineup tonight heading into Red, White & Bruised.

JEREMY GOLD: Forgetting something?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah, here with me tonight as the latest in a long line of awful celebrity guest commentators is Jeremy Gold.

JEREMY GOLD: Hey man I’m your boss.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Larry Gordon is my boss, and if he’s watching I hope he gets well soon so we can get back to what REBEL Pro should be.

JEREMY GOLD: You saying me and Simon are doing a horrible job?

MIKEY MASSACRE: You said it, not me.

JEREMY GOLD: Hey, wait a minute…

*****Marina Blue versus Justin Case*****

The bell sounded with Justin Case and Marina Blue both inside the ring. Marina was trying to seduce Justin to distract him, but the Millennium Game wasn’t enticed and decided to give her a kick to the babymaker. He whipped Blue (not in the way she likes) into the ropes and Blue bounced off with a body splash, but Case caught her and take her down with a fallaway slam. Case got up to his feet and went on the attack, torturing Blue with brutalizing strikes and holds. Blue reversed out of a powerbomb attempt and took Case down with a hurricarana! Blue would use her aerial expertise to keep Case from building any momentum, even sealing her string of attacks with a 450 cannonball splash. She would try the first pin attempt of the match, but only get a two count. The fight broke out onto the arena floor when Blue gave Case a toe kick to the jaw knocking him out of the ring. Blue went to the top ropes and connected with a missile dropkick to the outside on a rising Case. She would get brutal on the outside, using the ringpost and steel steps to wear Case down. But Case blocked a strike from Blue and slammed her into the barricade. The crowd was eating it up! The referee didn’t even bother with an outside count because this is Rebel Pro, where anything goes and pornstars kick more ass than a Jackie Chan movie. Case dragged Blue’s pretty face along the barricade, giving her a few cuts and opening her up. Case whipped Blue into the side of the ring and then gave her a kick to the jaw for good measure. Case rolled Blue back into the ring. Case got back into the ring and Blue was up to her feet. Blue tried for a roundhouse kick but Case ducked underneath, giving Blue a kick to the gut. Case gets Blue up in a butterfly suplex and turns it into a piledriver!

MIKEY MASSACRE: JUST 2 TALENTED! It’s gotta be over!

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DING DING DING!!

JENNY JERSEY: Justin Case U Didn’t know… JUSTIN CASE WON THIS MATCH!

Case rose to his feet the roaring crowd of the Rebel Pro faithful. Case walked up the rampway with his head held high as Blue was trying to piece herself back together in the ring. Suddenly however from behind Case, Legion stepped out from backstage and nailed him across the back of his neck with a powerful clothesline that sent Case rolling down the entrance ramp.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Legion out of nowhere here, folks! What is he doing?

JEREMY GOLD: Legion is like the guy you don’t wanna mess with, ever.

MIKEY MASSACRE: For you, that’s everyone though.

Legion grabs a chair from a fan who was threatening him with it, and lashes out against Justin Case repeatedly. Marina Blue wipes her face and looks on from inside the ring unsure of what to do. Legion sets up the chair in a seated position and lifts Case up by his throat from the ground before choke slamming him through it, the chair snapping shut on Case’s neck. Legion points at Marina Blue as he steps up onto the ring apron and climbs in. She spits at him in defiance but Legion grabs her before kneeing her in the chest. He lifts her up over his head and power bombs her out of the ring and right onto Justin Case as Hugh Aredone tries pulling him out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Legion decimating Blue and Case here, but why? What’s his motive?

JEREMY GOLD: So long as he doesn’t hit me, it’s fine in my book.

*****REBEL Pro Tag Team Title Tournament- Round 1*****
*****Hardcore Entertainment versus The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore*****

“Reign of Terror” by Sabaton hits up in the speakers and the crowd actually cheers a bit for the team coming out from the curtain as both Vincent Black and Bubba J turn to glance at each other and shrug. Both men still walk down to the ring ignoring the fans, who continue to cheer them like they are bringing something important back to Rebel Pro.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and ninety-three pounds; the team of Bubba J and Vincent Black… HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!

Bubba J and Vincent don’t step into the ring, instead they begin to bring out weapons and tools of fleshy destruction from under the ring. Baseball bat, staple gun, thumbtacks, barbed wire, “A Night in Chyna” dvd in a personal DVD player, and other goodies that they toss into the ring before both men climb through the ropes.

“The Final Countdown” hits up and from the back to massive booing comes the team of Mr. Hardcore and The Phoenix as trash is hurled at them. The AOWF Intercontinental Championship is over Rob’s left shoulder as he makes his way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way to the ring, the AOWF Intercontinental Champion, Victory Wrestling’s Car Crash Television Champion… The PHOENIX!… and Mr. HARDCORE!

Rob orders Mr. Hardcore into the ring to take on Hardcore Entertainment while he calmly stays on the outside to prevent any damage to himself.

DING DING

Bubba J with a big right fist rocks Hardcore back, but he comes right back with a big fist of his own, J ducking under and Black nailing him with a big boot to the face. Phoenix slides in under the rope behind Black as J mounts Mr. Hardcore in the corner with rights, lefts, and stomps for good measure. Phoenix with a kendo stick lines up with a set like he’s fixing to drive off the first hole in the annual Phoenix Invitational Golf Tournament. He swings and Black goes down, holding at himself. Bubba J is still in the corner pounding and stomping away on Hardcore when Phoenix connects with another solid drive and subsequent hole in one on the second tee. Bubba J goes down holding himself rolling over and over while moaning. Mr. Hardcore jumps on top of J pounding away with his fists and boots working J over really good.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Mr. Hardcore knows what he’s doing.

JEREMY GOLD: I hope so, the tricky part of signing him to REBEL Pro was convincing him that 0 is technically a number.

Phoenix lifts a staple gun, kachunking Black right in the head with several staples that cause Black to roll over and try to escape the onslaught. Phoenix with a few stomps onto the stapled area drives them in a bit further before he turns to Bubba J who is propped in the corner, blood flowing down his forehead already. Mr. Hardcore holds a pizza cutter in his hand and is carving away at J’s forehead while whistling a little tune. Phoenix moves him out of the way, ordering him to do much of the same to Black’s body before Phoenix turns to J with the staple gun. Phoenix begins to kachunk away on J’s face, leaving a line much like a zipper across his cheek and chin before backing up and punting him right in the balls for no apparent reason other than he can.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It amazes me how a staple gun has so many uses.

JEREMY GOLD: I know, there was this one time-

MIKEY MASSACRE: No one wants to hear it, Jeremy.

Phoenix lifts himself up over Bubba J, grabbing his head and falling back as J shoves him off. Phoenix lands on Mr. Hardcore as Black shoves upwards with a big fisted uppercut from a prone position. J comes out of the corner, whipping Phoenix back into the corner as Black slams Hardcore into the corner as well. J looks at Vincent, and a double Irish whip sends Phoenix and Hardcore slamming into each other. Phoenix spins around right into an elbow to the face and a spinebuster onto a spool of barbedwire and Phoenix grunts in pain. Black with a huge military press lands him on the bent knee of Black knocking the wind right out of his sail.

BUBBA J: “Want a table you big sum bitch?”

VINCENT BLACK: “You go and get it.”

J rolls out of the ring, pulling a table from under the ring as Black continues to stomp away on both men to keep them down. J slides the table back in and begins to wind barbedwire all the way around it as Black lifts Hardcore up in another military press. J motions for him to drop him right on the table, but Hardcore wiggles, sending Black’s forehead through the table as Phoenix slams a brass knuckled shot to the back of J’s forehead causing him to crumple like a ton of bricks. Phoenix lifts J to his feet, whipping him into the corner where he stomps and punches away on J’s body to wear him down. Hardcore lifts Black up, slamming a knee into his thigh before kicking him in the gut. Hardcore lifts a chair from the canvas and with a vicious uppercutting swing connects solidly with Black’s skull but the big man doesn’t go down. Black stands up tall, glowering down at Hardcore, who nails him in the gut with the end of the chair. Black barely moves and Hardcore grunts in frustration as for some odd reason we can hear a ringtone version of “Thriller” by Michael Jackson.

JEREMY GOLD: Oh hold on, my cell phone is ringing.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You can’t just tell these guys to hold on cause your phone is ringing.

JEREMY GOLD: Okay, I’ll do my best!

Hardcore swings the chair again but Black grabs it, head butts Hardcore to the canvas and begins wailing away on him with the now dented steel chair.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What was all that about?

JEREMY GOLD: Payback, Mikey!

Gold throws his headset off and stands up, rushing towards the ring. He begins doing a somewhat homo-eccentric dance on the ring apron to get Vincent Black’s attention. Black turns around and begins exchanging a few words with the RPW General Manager. At this point, however, Gold reaches into his back pocket and suddenly tasers Vincent Black in the neck! Black shakes a bit but doesn’t drop. Gold, who begins freaking out at this point tasers him again. Black stumbles back and can really feel the electricity pumping through his body. Phoenix helps Mr. Hardcore to his feet as Bubba J holds his face from being stomped, and out of no where Hardcore hits You Got Bitched! On Vincent Black sending Black to the canvas hard. Hardcore is about to cover but Phoenix climbs to the top rope and flies off with The Ashes quickly covering! Gold runs back to the announcers table to rejoin Mikey Massacre.

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Hardcore spears Bubba J out of the ring as J tries to break the count.

2!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the hell was that?!

3!!!

JEREMY GOLD: That was for my pal Inferno, bitches!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match, and advancing to the REBEL Pro Tag Team title match at Red, White & Bruised… THE PHOENIX AND MR. HARDCORE!!!!

Phoenix laughs as he slides out of the ring and Mr. Hardcore gets to his feet out of the ring. They raise each others arms as they make their way backstage while Bubba J and Vincent Black stare at Gold with murderous intent in their eyes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You just cost them their shot at the REBEL Pro tag titles. You think they’re going to just stand there and leave you alone?

JEREMY GOLD: No, but I think Bubba J will get it through his hillbilly skull why we did this.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We?

Atop the entrance ramp, Simon Kalis waves to Hardcore Entertainment with a sheepish grin. Bubba and Vincent immediately embark out of the ring and begin a beeline towards Kalis.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesus, this is disgusting of you two to pull. Even if it is against the Extreme Elite.

JEREMY GOLD: Shouldn’t have fucked with a Compton ni-

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ll stop you right there, we’ve got commercials.

*****Red, White & Bruised 2011*****

July 4^th. 2011.

Crazy violence, titles being defended and won! All kinds of fun stuff, even an AoWF intergenerational challenge! Order it now!

*****AoWF Television Championship Match*****
*****Vicious© versus Violet Harper*****

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the Alliance of Wrestling Federations TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd cheers, exciting stuff as this is.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, representing REBEL Pro!! The challenger!

“The Perfect Drug” by Nine Inch Nails hits and Violet Harper steps out, as confident and brazen as ever as she makes her way to the ring amidst the cheering crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Portsmouth, New Hampshire… She is VIOLET HARPER!!!

The crowd receives her well, and begins a heavy “REBEL” chant as she enters the ring and raises her hands.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Her opponent Vicious has been remarkable, and is in fact legendary by most standards. The toughest AoWF Champion outside of Lisa Seldon, I’d wager.

JEREMY GOLD: And if anyone is going to bring home more AoWF gold to REBEL Pro, it’ll be Violet.

JENNY JERSEY: Her opponent, representing VICTORY WRESTLING!

“Night of the Hunter” by 30 Seconds from Mars hits and the crowd begins a resounding chorus of boos.

JENNY JERESEY: He is the AoWF TELEVISION CHAMPION!

Vicious steps out and ignores the obviously pro-Violet Harper crowd here in Florida and makes a beeline for the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: He is VICIOUS!!!!

Vicious slides into the ring and immediately clotheslines Violet Harper to the canvas, before stomping down on her face and throat.

DING DING DING

Jenny quickly gets out of the ring as Vicious wastes no time in manhandling his challenger. Vicious rips into Harper quickly with a forearm smash, catching her off guard from the start. Violet stumbles back and Vicious plows through her with a sudden clothesline, bringing her to the canvas. Harper rebounds quickly, bringing herself back to her feet and grabs a hold of the TV Champ, Irish whipping him into the ropes and hitting him with a spinning back elbow. Vicious’s back is cut from the barbed wire middle ropes of the REBEL Pro ring, perhaps reminding him of where he’s fighting as he wipes the splotches of blood off his back and looks back up at a smirking Harper, who follows it up by kicking him in the face as he tries getting up. Vicious falls to one knee and now Harper continues to drive her elbow into his collar bone and neck, trying to bring the bigger man all the way down. Harper follows up with a dragon sleeperhold, shaking her head as she continues to lock on further pressure on Vicious. Vicious tries throwing an elbow back at her and after a few misses catches her in the ribs as she fails to move her torso out of the way. He gets loose and cracks her in the face again with an errant elbow before grabbing onto her, and laying her out with a Belly to Belly suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Vicious is intense, I’m impressed.

JEREMY GOLD: I need a teddy bear. L

Vicious slides out of the ring and reaches under the ring for the first thing he can grab, and that’s a bat covered in barbed wire. How fun for him, but not so much for Violet who gets to her feet rubbing her jaw just as Vicious slides in. He swings the bat at her, she throws up her arms crossed to block but the barbed wire still rips pieces of her flesh off her forearms and she winces, possibly in pain there. Vicious swings again but Harper holds her crossed arms up again, yelling out as her flesh is ripped up. She kicks Vicious in the knee, sending him to one knee before rolling herself onto her shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck and head then slamming him down to the canvas like a boss lady. But Vicious still grips that barbed wire baseball bat and swings wildly, cracking Harper across the side of her head and almost totally knocking her out with the one shot.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was… Vicious.

JEREMY GOLD: Hahahah! I see what you did there.

Vicious gets to his feet first, obviously, and lifts Violet up by the neck, sending her into the ropes now himself. She comes back and ducks a clothesline attempt by Vicious, though now she‘s also got some cuts on her back, but on her way back Vicious lifts her quickly and suddenly lays her flat out with an exploder suplex! The crowd goes nuts as that pesky Vicious stands up and then drops back down with a heavy elbow drop on our lovely REBEL Pro starlets throat, causing Harper to roll away from the action clutching her throat. Vicious kicks up the barbed wire baseball bat and lays in wait for Violet to get to her feet. She does, and as she turns around Vicious swings as hard as he can. But Violet side steps in the opposite direction, kicks Vicious in the fucking balls and then implant DDT’s him to the canvas. She grabs that barbed wire baseball bat and quickly climbs to the top rope while Vicious is down. She jumps off, landing both her feet onto Vicious’ chest and double foot stomping him basically. Vicious feels it, his eyes widening as Violet tees his head up and swings the barbed wire baseball bat like a golf club right into Vicious’ head, cracking him over the side of the head and making him bleed as much as she is.

JEREMY GOLD: YES! YES!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I like to remain fair and balanced, but in this match… I gotta say, show him how it’s done in REBEL Pro, Violet!

The crowd cheers as Violet drops to her knees, and somewhere Kalis is drooling at that look, before covering Vicious.

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2!!

KICK OUT!

Vicious throws Violet off of him and quickly grabs her, locking in Shangri-La!!! Violet’s eyes widen as she gasps for air, unable to get out. Vicious has extreme leverage with the move as Violet has no choice but to tap.

DING DING DING

JEREMY GOLD: Oh god damn it.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match, and STILL AoWF Television Champion… VICIOUS!!!!

The crowd boos as Vicious dusts himself off and wipes the blood from his face, being handed his AoWF TV title. He ignores the fans still as he leaves the ring and heads backstage, Violet Harper finally sits up, bleeding and possibly slightly concussed as she looks at Vicious with disbelief. We fade with one last shot of Vicious holding up the AoWF Television championship.

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Justin Case defeats Marina Blue, and then Legion uses them both as rag dolls.
The Phoenix & Mr. Hardcore defeat Hardcore Entertainment and then party like it’s 1999
Vicious defeats Violet Harper despite Violet being super awesome and stuff, and retains the AoWF TV title and we here at REBEL Pro are all L But congrats to him for being awesome too.

*****The Game of Thrones: REBEL Pro Edition*****

Red, white and blue pyro shoots off from the arena ceiling, whistling like missiles till they explode in quick succession across the entrance ramp and the REBELTron lights up with the images of your favorite REBEL Pro superstars! The crowd is electrified as the camera pans the arena and more fire works go off.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hello once again, folks! It’s me, Mikey Massacre here to head the broadcast of another exciting episode of Aggression! And the special celebrity co-host with me this week, all bandaged up from being lynched by Lucious Starr last night on PWA Sunday Rampage is…

SIMON KALIS: Yeah, go figure right?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess, but when are you going to find a permanent replacement for Bubba J?

SIMON KALIS: Already got the person in mind, so don’t worry. I’m better than Batman though, right?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Probably not.

SIMON KALIS: Yeah whatever, let’s just pay attention to what’s at hand like that guy!

At the top of the ramp, a well-dressed man appears with a microphone. He has short, blonde hair, and a smile on his face. He brings the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.

Unknown man: “Hello fans, and welcome to Monday Night AGGRESSION!”

The fans explode with cheers and applause, while chanting “REBEL-PRO!”

Unknown Man: “I would like to introduce you amazing fans to the three most talented wrestlers in the independent scene today. Between the three of them, they have held every major honor in the history of REBEL. 3 World Heavyweight Championships, The Aggression Championship, The Carolinas Championship, The Tag Team Championship, the Contender’s Cup, and the Best of the Best Tag Team tournament winners. Introducing, strictly for your pleasure, surely not for theirs… Bubba J, Vincent Black, and Aggression Champion Hostile… The EXTREEEEEEEEMMME ELLLIIIIIIIEEEAAATTTAHHH!”

The man steps away as “Walk Away” by 5 Finger Death Punch begins to play. Hostile steps onto the ramp, followed by Bubba J and Vincent Black. Hostile is wearing a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and a black “Fucking Hostile” t-shirt; Bubba J is wearing a Hardcore Drinking polo and jeans; and Vincent Black is wearing a white and black checkered dress shirt and khaki pants. The three make their way to the ring as the fans boo and toss some garbage their way. Bubba J grabs an unopened beer can from a fans pops it open as the three enter the ring. Hostile politely takes a microphone from Jenny Jersey as the music fades out.

Hostile: “Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the Extreme Elite’s new personal ring announcer, Richard Mearon!”

The fans boo as Mearon, a smile on his face, waves to the crowd from the stage.

Hostile: “Fans, REBEL’s first national tour has been a rating success. Monday Night Aggression was one of the biggest events in REBEL history.”

The fans cheer loudly at Hostile’s proclamation. All three members of Extreme Elite crowd the microphone.

Vincent Black: “And from the bottom of our hearts, we would like to say…”

All three Extreme Elite members: “You’re Welcome!”

The fans boo loudly, more intensely than before.

Hostile: “We figured that since tonight’s Aggression doesn’t feature any members of wrestling’s most Elite group, the ratings would suffer and the BWF would win the Monday night war between REBEL and BWF, and no one wants that. So, we decided to make an appearance so all of you fans actually have a reason to spend the money your welfare checks have afforded you.”

Intense heat towards Hostile, and he basks in it.

Hostile: “I know, I would boo BWF myself. I would also boo Jeremy Gold for not booking any Extreme Elite members tonight. You came for quality wrestling, and the upper echelon of quality, the Extreme Elite, are no where on the card!”
Hostile hands the microphone over to Bubba J as the fans continue to show their hate for the trio.

Bubba J: “I know, it ain’t right! I mean, y’all made the ‘scision to not feed yer babies, and instead come watch the Extreme Elite beat the shit outta everyone. But, I guess Jeremy Gold doesn’t know Gold when he sees it. Then again, I guess y’all gotta seesome o the other, ahem, talents, around here do somethin’. But, in the meantime, we gots an announcement to make.”

Bubba J pauses for effect.

Bubba J: “We, the Extreme Elite, are throwin’ our names in the Tag Titles tournament!”

The fans seemingly have never booed louder.

Bubba J: “That’s right, y’all will be seeing Hardcore Entertainment teaming up again in the future, but that ain’t all. The Extreme Elite are entering the tournament, Freebird style! No one knows who they facing—Will it be Bubba J and Hostile? Hostile an’ Vincent Black? Hardcore Entertainment? Who knows.”

Bubba J hands the microphone over to Vincent Black.

Vincent Black: “One more thing. I had a tag match with Chad Kurtis-“

The fans explode into cheers at the mention of “The Show.”

Vincent Black: “-Wow, the inbred crowd showed up tonight. Anyway, Chad and I won our tag match against Fatty McRunsaway and Slutits Mcnutbag, so we now face each other, in a steel cage, for the Number One Contender’s Cup.”

The crowd loves this match idea, and cheers loudly. A “Show” chant starts, and Vincent just shakes his head.

Vincent Black: “You morons can chant his name all you want, he won’t win. So, our other announcement, is that I am going to announce that I am, right now, cashing in the Contender’s Cup, since my victory is a shoe-in.”

Garbage is thrown towards the ring as Vincent continues to talk.

Vincent Black: “I’m going to challenge—“

From the stage, Jeremy Gold appears and cuts Vincent off.

Jeremy Gold: “Whoa, whoa whoa! Uh… Vince, buddy, you haven’t even won the cup yet. You can’t challenge anyone. And, uh… if you and the Extreme Elite continue this bullshit in the ring, I’ll… well, I’ll award Chad the cup right now!”

The crowd cheers as Hostile and Bubba J yell towards Jeremy Gold.

Vincent Black: “You can’t do that!”

Jeremy Gold: “I can do whatever I damn please! And to make sure there are no more interruptions, um… I’m banning the members of the Extreme Elite from the building, tonight!”
The crowd explodes with thunderous applause as security comes from the back towards the ring. All three Extreme Elite members get ready to fight, until Vincent looks over and speaks to Hostile and Bubba J. Hostile nods his head, and re-shoulders his Aggression Championship. Bubba J shakes his head no and slides under the ropes to charge security. Hostile and Vincent follow him out, and hold him back as the 5 security guards remove batons and handcuffs from their belts. Hostile talks calmly, telling the security guards that they are willing to leave quietly, and the guards relax a little. As the Extreme Elite are escorted past Jeremy Gold, his microphone picks up what Vincent Black has to say.

Vincent Black: “… you and your fucking partner better be ready…”

Gold laughs nervously, then follows the men backstage.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Your boy Jeremy Gold looks nervous.

SIMON KALIS: He looks nervous when he’s asleep. He’s natural prey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well suffice to say, the Extreme Elite show themselves once again to be a group of guys no one should take lightly.

SIMON KALIS: Hell yeah! I guess. And fuck the BWF too. I approve that message.

*****Tag Team Title Tournament- Round 1*****
*****Hot and Sour Inc. versus Golden Inferno*****

DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

“Right Stuff” by the New Kids On The Block

hits over

the speakers and the fans here in the Bi-Lo Center get to their feet with a mixed reaction. Some boo, some cheer as Titan and Blake Witcroft step out from behind the curtains, quickly followed by their manager “Hot and Sour” Bobby Louwer.

JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied to the ring by Bobby Louwer, they are the team of Blake Witcroft and Titan… HOT AND SOUR INC!

They get to the ring and enter, showing their confidence for the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Some new acquisitions here to REBEL Pro, straight from the PWA. How’d you manage that one?

SIMON KALIS: Well I told them if they signed I’d give them a shot at a shot at the reborn Tag Team Titles. It’s called opportunity.

Titan and Blake stretch in the ring, as they wait for their opponents when “Fireman” by Lil Wayne hits over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents! First! Hailing from Durham, North Carolina…

Inferno steps out, waving his hips and screaming about fire. He raises his arms in the air and then brings them down and a fiery display of pyros surround him which is totally exciting.

JENNY JERSEY: He is… INFERNO!

Inferno runs down the ramp but comes to a stop just outside the ring, slapping his face which is covered by a black mask with the letters “FM” on the left cheek.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What’s FM supposed to stand for?

SIMON KALIS: Fire Man, of course!

JENNY JERSEY: And his partner!

“Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits as we see someone backstage shove a very terrified looking Jeremy Gold onto the stage, in his special mask and all. Gold closes his eyes and begins twisting his hips to his theme song like a belly dancer to a disgusted reaction from the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Toronto, Ontario Canada! He is the General Manager of REBEL Pro… JEREMY GOLD!

Inferno smacks Gold upside the head and they both slide into the ring. Titan and Blake stand back, smirking and unimpressed with their opponents. Gold and Inferno begin trash talking the two back.

DING DING DING

Gold faints, falling unconscious to the canvas the moment Blake Witcroft stepped forward toward him.

SIMON KALIS: Oh for fucks sake Jer.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What if he’s having some sort of internal problems?

SIMON KALIS: Being a pussy IS an internal problem, seeing how pussies get fucked.

Witcroft begins stomping down on Gold’s listless body as Inferno throws himself at Titan. Titan with a hip toss takes Inferno down flush and Witcroft immediacy pins Jeremy Gold.

1!

2!!

THREEE-BREAK! INFERNO BREAKS THE COUNT!

Gold rolls out of the ring, ripping off his mask and crying with tears streaming down his face. Inferno meanwhile gets grabbed from behind by Blake Witcroft who lifts Inferno high into the air and drops back with a falling DDT. Titan, on the top rope immediately flies off with a beautiful senton splash as Hot and Sour Inc. show their dominance early. Titan picks Inferno up by the neck and whips him into the ropes. As Inferno comes back Blake Witcroft grabs him, spins him around in the air and drops him with a falloway slam which Titan follows up by hitting a standing leg drop. Gold is at the announcers table, meanwhile, begging Simon to end the horrible misery.

SIMON KALIS: No Jeremy this is NOTHING like the holocaust, I don’t think your Bubby Ilene had to fight a tag team match during it okay? Just be a man for once.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You’re disappointing the fans, Gold!

Gold’s chest heaves as he breathes heavily and Hot and Sour Inc. just stomp the holy cumstains out of Inferno’s face. Bobby Louwer at ringside moves along, his pipe in hand as he mocks Jeremy Gold’s cowardice. Inferno is thrown around like a rag doll in the ring by Titan and Witcroft, each man taking turns laying in heavy fists to his chest and stomach as Inferno stumbles around between all of them back and forth. Gold finally decides to do something useful and he grabs a steel chair from ringside and slides back into the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh this should be good!

Gold bashes Witcroft in the back of his British head with the chair and then cracks it over Titan who charges at him. Gold jumps up and down in joy as Inferno slowly gets to his feet. Inferno rolls out of the ring and goes beneath the ring to look for whatever crazy shit we probably shouldn’t put under the ring. Gold continues to alternate between Witcroft and Titan, bashing them with the chair and denting it real nice and stuff, to be sold later at a douchey New York art gallery. Gold chucks the chair aside and pins Witcroft!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! BLAKE KICKS OUT!

Just then, Inferno returns from beneath the ring and has a big canister of gas with him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit.

SIMON KALIS: Nice. I knew I had those crews put that there for a reason.

Inferno pours the gasoline all over himself before hopping up onto the apron and climbing to the top turnbuckle where he carefully balances himself. Witcroft is getting to his feet but Gold low blows him. Gold can’t stop Titan however who hit’s a body splash on Gold that takes them both out over the top rope to the outside. Witcroft holds his groin screaming British profanity like bollocks and bloody hell, as Inferno lights himself on fire as he stands on the top turnbuckle! The crowd goes NUTS and Inferno waves his arms up and down before flying off with a corkscrew shooting star press while on fire, landing dead on Blake Witcroft. He seems ready to cover, but he’s still on fire and begins to scream as he rolls around and out of the ring.

SIMON KALIS: Isn’t that just awesome?

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s burning alive on national television!

SIMON KALIS: Exactly!

Inferno is put out by emergency crews who’re near ringside at all times for REBEL Pro matches and he breathes heavily, having obviously hurt himself horribly. Titan bashes Gold’s face against the barricades put up to separate the fans and the action, and Gold is just crying and begging Titan to stop. Gold even apologizes to Titan about the chair shots but Titan does not relent until Gold’s entire face is mashed up and bloodied. Titan throws Jeremy Gold into the ring and Blake Witcroft begins stomping down on Gold.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Your pal and our GM isn’t looking too good right now.

SIMON KALIS: A night of hookers and blow will make him forget all about this, don’t worry.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s if he even survives.

Bobby Louwer slams his fists on the ring apron as he yells at Blake and Titan to finish Jeremy Gold off. But as Gold gets to his feet and Titan rushes him, Gold falls back on purpose, tripping Titan into the ropes. Titan’s chest lands on the barbed wire of the middle rope and Gold quickly jumps onto Titan’s back and begins rolling himself back and forth, forcing the barbed wire middle rope to tear into Titan’s chest. Inferno is back up and he slides into the ring to save Gold from Blake Witcroft who was about to take him out. Inferno and Blake begin exchanging heavy lefts and rights until Inferno grabs Blake and hit’s a snap suplex! Gold gets off of Titan, who’s chest is bleeding out from numerous lacerations at this point. Gold is running on adrenaline as he quickly turns around and snaps with his super kick called The Golden Ticket!

Except, he hits his finisher RIGHT ON INFERNO!

SIMON KALIS: Oh God damn it Jer you fucking clown.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think the excitement of making Titan’s nipples bleed got to him.

Gold begins to shriek, scream and cry as he tries to slap Inferno awake. Blake Witcroft is back up and he helps Titan to his feet. Titan clutches his upper body as it bleeds but shakes it off. Witcroft grabs Gold by his hair and pulls him off of the downed Inferno. Witcroft lifts Gold up for a german suplex as Titan falls to one knee behind him. They complete their devastating finisher, Too Hot, Too Sour on Gold who cries like he just got shot. Titan covers, and Blake covers Inferno!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match… Titan and Blake Witcroft… Hot and Sour Inc!

The crowd cheers at the carnage left in the ring as Gold wraps his legs around Inferno very gay like and whimpers into his knocked out tag team partners shoulder. Witcroft and Titan celebrate.

SIMON KALIS: We should just cut to commercial. I mean congratulations to Hot and Sour and all but… This is so sad and pathetic.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gold is quite the character.

Hot and Sour Inc leave the ring, along with their manager Bobby Louwer and they all celebrate as we fade, one last shot of Gold dry humping Inferno in tears…

*****COMMERCIAL: Red, White and Bruised 2011*****

VOICE OVER: On July 4^th, 2011 we celebrate the founding of the greatest nation on this Earth…

Flashes of the American Revolution show those British soldiers getting capped in the face, lots of blood and brain matter.

VOICE OVER: On July 4^th, 2011 we remember what it is that makes us all American.

We see a rockets red glare, bombs bursting in air… But the flag is still there.

VOICE OVER: On July 4^th, 2011… We find out what it takes to be more.

Flashes of Hostile, Bubba J and Vincent Black show and the Extreme Elite’s recent dominance over the rest of REBEL Pro. Yet this is starkly contrasted by the image of Lisa Seldon, holding both the REBEL Pro and AoWF World Titles. Quick flashes of superstars like Justin Case, Violet Harper and Jaice Wilds as well as The Phoenix and Mr. Hardcore.

VOICE OVER: On July 4^th, 2011… We’re all gonna be a little Red, White and Bruised!

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*****Legion versus Jaice Wilds*****

DING DING!

The match starts as Wilds and Legion go at it. Legion gets the upper hand with his strength and sends Wilds into the ropes. Wilds counters with a flying forearm that only knocks Legion back a step. Wilds combos with an uppercut and knee to the stomach and then delivers a chop to Legion’s chest. Legion backs up again, his eyes enraged. Legion gives a chop back to Wilds who stumbles back. Legion tries for a big boot but Wilds ducks underneath, and then nails Legion with a superkick! This puts Legion up against the turnbuckles. Wilds runs in and tries for a corner splash but Legion catches Wilds in a bear hug! Legion is squeezing the life out of Wilds and then slams him to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Legion showing his superior strength on Wilds.

SIMON KALIS: Strength is limited; will is everything!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wow.

Legion grabs Wilds by the hair and tosses him into the turnbuckles. Legion runs and nails Wilds with a big knee to the gut. Wilds stumbles out of the corner and Legion takes him down with a running bulldog. Legion struts around the ring as Wilds gets up to his feet. Legion with a left and a right. Legion tries to go for a kick but it’s blocked and Wilds counters with a chop to Legion’s throat. Wilds knocks Legion back with a bicycle kick and then charges with a running lariat sending the big man over the top rope and to the floor! The crowd is eating it up, waiting for the blood to begin. Wilds runs and dives over the top rope crashing on the rising Legion! The crowd is on their feet now. Wilds is pummeling Legion with lefts and rights. Wilds reaches for something underneath the ring. A steel chair! He throws it to Legion who catches it and Wilds delivers another superkick, smashing the chair into Legion’s face! Legion goes down to a knee, trying to stay tough but Wilds nails Legion with a running enziguri to the head!

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jaice Wilds is going on a tear here folks.

SIMON KALIS: You cannot give up! You must be stronger than your enemy, in body and mind!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hey did you see Green Lantern this weekend?

SIMON KALIS: No, you fool!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It sucked. Don’t see it.

Wilds gets Legion up to his feet. The referee doesn’t even bother to start a count out because really, he just calls pins and submissions. That is it. Wilds grabs a baseball bat underneath the ring and tries to hit a homerun on Legion, but Legion dodges it and kicks Wilds in the gut! Legion takes Wilds head first to the mat with a double-arm DDT. Legion gets up to his feet and stomps Wilds down a bunch of times. Legion gives Wilds a kick to the ribs and then rams him head first into the barricade. Legion whips Wilds toward the ringpost and he bounces off head first! Wilds is down and bleeding on his forehead.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And now both men are bleeding! This is madness! I love it!

SIMON KALIS: Chaos is destructive. We need order, Mikey!

Legion is putting out a table from underneath the ring. He sets it up and he points at Wilds, calling for the end. Wilds gets to his feet and as Legion comes at him, he springs off the steel steps and connects with a spinning heel kick to Legion’s head! Legion stumbles back, leaning up against the table. Wilds charges again but Legion quickly throws his right elbow up and connects with Wild’s face. Wilds goes down and Legion is grabbing something from underneath the ring in a particular spot. It’s a small container of… lighter fluid!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh no.

Legion soaks the edge of the table with lighter fluid and then pulls out a book of matches. He lights the table on fire! The crowd is going nuts!

SIMON KALIS: Legion puts Wilds through the table with the Enter Blackness!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s gotta be it!

Legion makes the cover with his right foot on top of Wilds’ chest, the fire of the table surrounding them.

1…

2…

3!!!

DING DING DING!!

JERSEY JENNY: And your winner of the match… LEGION!!!!

Ring staff come out to put the fire out with extinguishers as Legion raises his hand in victory, joining his priests at the top of the rampway and heading backstage. Wilds is escorted away from the fire as technicians try to contain it and put it out.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Legion brought out the fire power tonight.

SIMON KALIS: Fire is good, Mikey. Fire is good. Just… Don’t tell Inferno I said that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Whatever dude.

*****A Paid Message From Our Sponsors*****

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*****Tag Team Title Tournament- Round 1*****
*****Lisa Seldon & Emily Corlen versus The Freak Show*****

“Heee heee heee hee”

“Oddities” by the Insane Clown Possee hits up in the speakers as from the back, for the first time in a very long time, comes The Freak and Shut Down to a rousing ovation from the crowd. Shut Down and The Freak look around nonchalantly before tossing out Lisa Seldon action figures with the face of Emily Corlen’s action figure glued to the Lisa Seldon figure’s crotch.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, they are former Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions; I give you The Freak, Shut Down, THE FREAK SHOW!

The Freak flips over the top rope as Shut Down steps over the top rope and both prepare for the match.

“Firebird” by Dreamtale hits up in the speakers as from the back to a very modest reaction, a bunch of cat calls from the men and couple of women, is “Emerald Phoenix” Emily Corlen. Emily glad hands the hands of the younger fans as she stares up into the ring at The Freak Show.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents, first making her way down to the ring, she is a former Rebel Pro Aggression Champion and current #1 Contender to the PWA World Championship… I give you “EMERALD PHOENIX” EMILY CORLEN!”

Emily waits at the top of the ramp, not coming down into the ring just yet; she is far from stupid.

“Change in the House” of Flies by The Deftones hits up in the speakers ass from the back with the Rebel Pro World Title on her left shoulder and the AOWF World Title on her right is Lisa Seldon to a big time pop here tonight.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing her tag team partner, she is your Rebel Pro World Champion as well as the AOWF World Champion; I give you… LISA SELDON!”

Lisa nods to Emily and they make their way down to the ring, glaring up at The Freak Show. Lisa and Emily make their way into the ring where Lisa hands her belts over to Jenny Jersey for safe keeping.

DING DING

MIKEY MASSACRE: Here we go with one of the opening matches in the Tag Team Title Tournament.

SIMON KALIS: I still think the Dildo Bra and Panties Triple Threat Death Match between Marina, Emily and Lisa is a plausible main event but hey. This is a close second.

The Freak locks up with Corlen in the center of the ring, Freak with a wristlock into a hammerlock. Emily drops down to one knee flipping Freak over onto the mat; Freak kips up to his feet, hitting the ropes. Emily ducks down as Freak comes with a spinning kick to trip The Freak up and send him down to the canvas. Emily runs to the ropes, with a springboard backflip he lands on the canvas as Freak rolls out of the way. Emily runs delivering a forearm to the rising Freak sending him into a neutral corner. Emily with a series of well placed toe kicks takes the breath right out of Freak. Emily whips him across the ring, Freak reverses sending Emily into the corner. Corlen slams chest first into the corner, Freak runs leaping over Emily to bring her down throat first on the rope; Emily falls back into the ring holding at her throat. Here comes Lisa to drag Emily over to her corner and protect him, but Shut Down has entered the ring to slam a big boot into Lisa’s skull sending her down to the canvas. Freak slides back into the ring carrying a steel chair, he slams it on the back of the bent over Lisa driving her down to one knee. Emily Corlen with a sweep takes Freak down to the canvas where he lands face first on the chair he brought into the ring. Emily grabs the chair quickly as Shut Down lumbers towards him with malicious intent on his face. Emily slams the chair into Shut Down’s knees stopping the big man from delivering the killing blow to her body. Emily with another shot to the big man’s knees, and a third stumbles him backwards in the ring. Emily is up quickly diving with a chair shot, but Freak catches

her preventing the blow.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anything is legal in Rebel Pro baby!

SIMON KALIS: That gives me dirty thoughts about what I’d do with a taser, some vanilla frosting and Emily Corlen.

Emily turns around right into a fist from Freak which sends Emily back into the full nelson grasp of Shut Down. Shut Down lifts her up, spins, and plants her into the mat with a big time full nelson slam. Lisa slams a double fist into Freak’s jewels doubling him over in pain. Lisa quickly to the middle turnbuckle with a diving bulldog takes Freak down to the canvas, but Lisa is up quickly knowing that Shut Down will be back any moment. Shut Down reaches with a big time haymaker, but Lisa ducks under delivering a dropkick to the right knee that Emily was working on earlier. Shut Down falls to the mat on his right knee doing his best to protect the offending body part. Lisa levels Shut Down with a swinging steel chair shot and she leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Freak is up hitting the ropes causing Lisa to crotch herself on the turnbuckle bolt, she groans. Lisa falls forward and her throat is across Freak’s shoulders in a three quarter facelock. Freak dives forward with a diamond cutter causing Lisa to flop around on the canvas.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t remember ever seeing Lisa get hit that hard with a move.

SIMON KALIS: Oh man I would pay to see her flop around with those perky Victory titties of her. Damn, I guess I AM paying to see it since I sign their cheques.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think I can finally see the family resemblance between you and Rayn.

SIMON KALIS: What can I say? We love women. Especially women who can kick ass, it’s quite sexy.

Freak rolls Lisa for the pin and referee Alan Stone is in position for the count, but Emily Corlen pulls Freak off of her tag team partner delivering a right handed slap to The Freak. Emily with a haymaker that sends Freak stumbling back over the prone Lisa who rolls Freak up with a pinning attempt, Stone is still in position and drops to his front.

One…

Two…

Shut Down drops a elbow on Lisa’s neck breaking up the pin attempt. He turns to find Corlen diving from the top turnbuckle with a body splash, but Shut Down catches her, turns, and plants her on the canvas with a ring shaking body slam. Corlen bounces up from the impact, holding at her lower back in tremendous pain. Shut Down laughs as he pulls Lisa up to his feet, still towering over the current Rebel Pro World Champion. Shut Down tosses Lisa into the corner following it up with a clothesline then a boot to her face. Freak hits the ropes slamming his feet into Corlen’s skull with a baseball slide dropkick that sends her outside of the ring, Freak follows after. Shut Down places a boot on Seldon’s throat and begins to choke the World Champ out on the top turnbuckle, his size coming into play here in this match up from round number one.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Freak Show dominating here.

SIMON KALIS: The problem with them is, neither of them are hot chicks like Lisa and Emily.

Freak picks Corlen up with a body slam onto the announce table.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And the action is right in our laps.

SIMON KALIS: Hey Emily, how’s it going sweety?

Freak digs up under the announcer’s table bringing out the cables and cords, he loops them into a whip and begins to flail poor Emily until red whelps appear on her skin. Freak drops the cords and proceeds to dig under the ring, he pulls out a ladder. Setting up the ladder, he climbs the fifteen feet to the top of the item, he perches on top. Placing his arms to the side…

SIMON KALIS: I love front row seats.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m getting out of the way.

Freak leaps with a three hundred and sixty degrees flip, but slams into nothing but table as Emily was pulled out of the way by Lisa at the last second. Table fragments fly in every single direction, some pieces landing six rows back from the impact of the big move, Freak looks to be hurt, but Lisa picks him up anyways. Emily crawls to the ring where she digs up under the apron to pull out a set of handcuffs that someone had placed there earlier, she hands them to Lisa who takes them smiling the entire time. Lisa rolls Freak into the ring and motions for Emily to bring another couple of chairs into the squared circle, Emily obliges. Shut Down is on his face in the middle of the ring, a pool of blood surrounding his head and a pair of brass knuckles beside his right cheek, Lisa quickly puts them in her tights, not wanting anyone to take them. Lisa takes the handcuffs, clamping one set around Shut Down’s big wrist, she drags him over to the ropes where she handcuffs one wrist to the ropes and the second to the other rope, Lisa laughs at him taking the big man out of the match. Shut Down appears to still be unconscious as he limply hangs in the corner, but here comes Corlen with the chairs, she hands one to Lisa. Lisa motions for Corlen to whip Freak into the ropes then swing with her chair; Emily obliges again. Freak in the ropes, double swinging chair shot misses!

MIKEY MASSACRE: And I think we are b….(static)

Freak bounces off the opposite ropes, flying cross body takes the team of Lisa and Emily down on the canvas, but Freak is down too. Shut Down seems to be stirring in the corner, but he is handcuffed there, unable to contribute anything to the match. Freak crawls to the nearest ropes to begin to pull himself up and fight back or to try and free his tag team partner Shut Down. Freak is up, Emily Corlenis shakily up as well, and so is Seldon. Corlen charges, Freak ducks under to deliver a swift front kick to Seldon’s face before spinning around on his planted foot to deliver a roundhouse kick to the temple of Emily Corlentaking her down. Lisa charges back, but Freak hip tosses her up and over the top rope to the outside and the concrete floor below. Freak falls forward, but doesn’t fall to the canvas, he lands on the ropes near Shut Down. The big man is furious at his predicament and Freak slides out of the ring to dig under it for something to hopefully free his partner, he pulls back out with a set of bolt cutters before sliding back into the ring. Freak shows them to Shut Down who smiles through his blood mask and nods his approval, Freak cuts first the left wrist then as he is going for the right wrist, Corlen with a steel chair shot to the back of his skull. Freak drops the bolt cutters at Shut Down’s feet, but Corlen is grasped by the back of his neck and shoved forward into the center of the ring. Shut Down quickly picks up the bolt cutters and frees himself to lift Corlenup into the air in a double handed choke lift. He goes to slam her down to the canvas, but Lisa with a brass knuckled assisted nut shot causes Shut Down to fall backwards, Corlenlanding on his chest in a seated position.

One…

Lisa rolls Freak out of the ring.

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Emily Corlen and the Rebel Pro and AOWF World Champion… Lisa Seldon!

*****A Black Inferno*****

JEREMY GOLD: Is he gonna be okay?

Gold seems nervous as he checks up on Inferno, who’s still being attended to by EMT’s backstage.

EMT: Well he’s burned himself a bit but he should be fine in a couple of weeks.

Suddenly from around the corner, the cameras catch Vincent Black making his way towards them. Gold sees this and plants a big kiss on Inferno’s cheeks.

JEREMY GOLD: Good luck, pal!

Gold makes a beeline for the opposite direction, piss streaming down his legs. Black calmly walks over to Inferno and pushes the EMT’s out of his way. Black grabs Inferno by his neck and lifts him high up into the air before choke slamming him through a table. Black lifts up the stretcher Inferno was on and slams it down on Inferno’s broken body repeatedly before scoffing, as he walks off.

VINCENT BLACK: The Extreme Elite say hi.

Fade to ringside…

*****AoWF Television Title Contendership Match*****
*****Justin Case versus Violet Harper*****

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Number One Contendership to the Alliance of Wrestling Federations TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!

The crowd cheers, hungry for more AoWF gold as “The Pefect Drug” by Nine Inch Nails hits.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! She hails from Portsmouth, New Hampshire…

Violet Harper steps out onto the stage, a steady stream of pyro fireworks popping off behind her and a few great highlights of her career here in RPW over the REBELTron behind her.

JENNY JERSEY: She is VIOLET HARPER!!!!!!

The crowd gives her great cheers as she makes her way to the ring and slides in. She nods confidently, as she stretches for the match. Suddenly “Victory” by Puff Daddy hits and Justin Case out, fireworks pop off towards the ceiling and the crowd cheers the display.

JENNY JERSEY: Her opponent! He is a REBEL Pro legend in his own right, hailing from Edmonton, Alberta Canada…

Hugh Aredone comes out behind Case and points to Case.

JENNY JERSEY: “The Millennium Game” JUSTIN CASE!!!!

Case makes his way to the ring and slides in. He begins circling the ring as does Violet Harper.

SIMON KALIS: Wait! Wait!

Kalis jumps up from his seat at the announcers table and grabs the microphone from the lovely Jenny Jersey

SIMON KALIS: Pardon the interruption, but… I just had a brilliant idea!

Kalis looks at Case and Harper, especially Harper who he ogles for a moment.

SIMON KALIS: This is a pretty huge match. I mean, the winner of this tonight is going to face Vicious next week here.. ON AGGRESSION!

The crowd pops, but Harper rolls her eyes and Case taps his foot impatiently.

SIMON KALIS: Thing is, I was thinking about the Extreme Elite and how much of a bunch of dicks they are… So they want to be big boys? Well that means it’s your lucky day Justin. Violet. Cause now not ONLY is this match for the shot at Vicious next week? But the winner of this match will face Hostile at Red, White & Bruised for the AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP!

Violet and Case look at each other, then back at Kalis with eyes wide open as Simon slides out of the ring and rejoins Mikey at the announcers table.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Did you just do that?

SIMON KALIS: Totally.

DING DING DING

Harper and Case lock eyes as both of them begin to circle the ring. . Suddenly Violet rushes towards Justin Case and hits him hard with a stiff left, which catches Justin Case off guard. Case replies in kind with a hard right, and back and forth they trade blows. Violet Harper shows off her great striking capability and speed as she lashes out on Justin Case, but Justin Case isn’t relenting either. It turns into an all out brawl at this point! Left from Violet, right from Justin. Left from Violet, right from Justin. Justin Case cunningly attempts to kick Violet Harper in the gut, but she twists her upper body forward and her lower body back to just avoid getting hit. Harper moves in for a headbutt, but Case in kind dodges by moving out of the way. Harper bounces off the ropes and goes for a dropkick but Case grabs her and power slams her to the canvas before she can hit it clean. She’s quick to her feet and she rushes at The Millennium Game and Case attempts an arm drag quickly in response, but Harper forces him at the last moment to fall back from it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A lot of good back and forth between these two.

SIMON KALIS: I’m waiting for some blood! BLOOD! People love blood.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You know that for a fact?

SIMON KALIS: As God once so famously said in the Bible, “I gave them bitches period. Bitches love blood.“

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t remember that.

SIMON KALIS: Semantics, man. Semantics!

Harper and Case circle each other once more until Case throws a right hook, but Violet blocks it with her left arm and throws a right hook of her own where Case blocks her as well. Both back up and nod, until Case rushes forward and grabs ahold of Harper’s arm, attempting to whip her into the ropes. She reverses, but Case double reverses and sends Harper directly into the ropes. She gets mangled in-between the top rope, and the barbed wire middle rope and gets a few cuts and lacerations on her arms for her trouble. As he comes back at her, Case goes for a clothesline but Harper ducks, straightening her body and sliding underneath Justin Case in-between his legs. Harper quickly jumps up post-slide and bounces off the ropes with a flying elbow, but Case steps out of the way. Harper quickly spins around and grabs him by the back of the head and gives him a reverse DDT. Harper springboards herself off the top rope and hits an incredible asai moonsault! She covers!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT! Justin Case kicks out!

SIMON KALIS: Close, but no BBD.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Isn’t it close, but no cigar?

SIMON KALIS: But I don’t wanna give Violet a cigar.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Then what’s a BBD? Or should I even ask?

SIMON KALIS: Big. Black. Dick. I love’em young, white and tight baby.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Right, I shouldn’t have asked.

SIMON KALIS: Clearly not, Mikey.

Justin Case throws Violet Harper off of himself and gets to his feet. She rushes back at him but he side steps her again and grabs ahold of her. She struggles to wiggle herself free and fails as Case takes her down hard with a Fishermans Suplex. Justin Case covers this time, hooking both legs.

1!

SIMON KALIS: I’d love to “hook her legs” if you know what I mean.

2!!

MIKEY MASSACRE: How are you not sued for sexual harrasment?

KICK OUT!

SIMON KALIS: Everything’s legal in REBEL Pro, Mikey. Bahahaha.

Violet Harper kicks out, but not as forcefully as Case did since he’s obviously much bigger. Case continues his domination by lifting Harper up by her hair and twisting her around right into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Case heads to the top rope and flies off with a shooting star press! The crowd pops at the spectacle fashion in which the move is hit and Harper clutches herself as she rolls away from Case, who poses for pictures for the fans here in South Carolina.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s a lot on the line in this match.

SIMON KALIS: Maybe I should help Violet? She looks a bit hurt. Or at least this would be the perfect opportunity to cop a feel.

Harper rolls herself all the way to the outside of the ring where fans pat her on the back as she pulls herself together. A glowing Violet Harper fan quickly hands her his chair and she slides back into the ring. Justin Case sees her coming and shakes his head as Hugh Aredone gets a chair of his own for Case and chucks it into the ring for him. Case picks up his chair but Violet Harper shoots her chair at him. He drops the one he has, catches hers and then she runs at him and hit’s a spinning heel kick into the chair, into his face and that sends him to the canvas hard. She quickly puts one chair underneath his head and climbs to the top rope with the other one. She balances herself carefully and then jumps off! She crunches her body, sliding the chair she has beneath her feet and she double stomps Justin Case’s face between the two chairs! The crowd goes NUTS!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Harper throws herself onto Justin Case, his face bleeding and his head probably fucked up at this point.

1!

2!!

THR-KICK OUT! CASE STILL KICKS OUT!

Harper sits up, in utter disbelief. She rolls back out of the ring and slaps Hugh Aredone across the face and he rubs his cheeks and scoffs at her as she searches through the weapon gallery that is under the ring. Case has time to recover as she does this, and he rolls around the ring wiping the blood from his face. Hugh Aredone hands him some bolt cutters from under the ring and Case cuts off one side of the rings middle ropes and begins wrapping that barbed wire around one of the chairs. Harper meanwhile throws two cinder blocks into the ring before sliding in, but then she’s met with Justin Case and his freshly barbed wire wrapped chair. He brings it crashing down over her head and back, and begins wailing on her with it repeatedly. Harper has tons of new cuts all over her body as Case stomps down across her throat and then chucks the chair aside, dragging her into the middle of the ring. He drops and covers.

1!

2!!

THREEEEEE!!!!!

NO! NO!!! VIOLET HARPER KICKS OUT IN TIME!

Case slams his fists into the ring, and then right back into Harper. She rolls herself up onto her shoulders and hits two quick shots with her knee’s into Case’s already bleeding face. She gets to her feet groggily and grabs one of the cinder blocks she put into the ring. She bashes it over Justin Case’s head as he gets up and he hit’s the canvas again flush. She climbs to the top rope and lifts the cinder block HIGH over her head and throws it at Case. It hits Case across the mouth, throat and upper chest and shatters. Case convulses in the ring as he clutches at his throat as Violet Harper comes off the top rope with a stunning leg drop! She covers!!!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! WAIT! JUSTIN CASE FUCKING KICKS OUT LIKE A BOSS!!! VIOLET HARPER CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is nuts!

SIMON KALIS: On the streets it’s called attempted murder.

Kalis does his best “troll” face as Harper breathes heavily and can’t believe her luck. Justin Case smiles at her, shaking his head. Harper decides to go back to the top rope and she crouches, waiting as Justin Case gets to his feet. Hugh Aredone is yelling at Case to watch out, and as he turns around groggily Harper flies off the top rope and hits PURPLE HAZE THROUGH THE OTER CINDER BLOCK! The crowd goes NUTS and Harper throws herself onto Case, hooking a leg.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

SIMON KALIS: Whoa!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well…

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and Number One Contender to BOTH the AoWF Television and REBEL Pro Aggression Championships… VIOLET HARPER!!!

Case is helped out of the ring by Hugh Aredone and shakes his bleeding head as Harper wipes the blood from her many lacerations and raises her arms.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What a finish. What a victory.

SIMON KALIS: She’ll do well to realize she hasn’t won shit yet. She better beat that son of a bitch Vicious next week. WE WANT GOLLLLLLLD VIOLET! And I don’t mean Jeremy either!

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’re that much closer to Red, White & Bruised folks. For Simon Kalis, this is Mikey Massacre.

SIMON KALIS: See you next week, this time with more blood! Bitches love blood!

We fade with one more shot of a victorious Violet Harper…

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*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Hot and Sour Inc defeats Golden Inferno
Legion defeats Jaice Wilds
Emily Corlen & Lisa Seldon defeat The Freak Show
Violet Harper defeats Justin Case

*****Black Monday*****

The arena lights are completely off, and all we can hear is the cheering and hollering of the raucous crowd here in Durham, North Carolina. Suddenly a single spotlight shines on the entrance ramp at the head of the stage, and glitter and butterflies flutter and sprinkle around the REBELTron.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh dear god no….

Rebecca Black, or at least some chick that looks pretty much like her, clears her throat and smiles and waves to the fans.

REBECCA BLACK: Ohhh yeaaaah, yeaaaah, yeaaaah.

The crowd begins to BOO so loud you can’t hear yourself think.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gold is high again.

REBECCA BLACK: It’s FRIDAY! FRIDAY! Gotta get down on FRIDAY!

FANS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

REBECCA BLACK: Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend, weekend!

Black ignores the boos and heckling, smiling as she sings. Behind her on the REBELTron is a superimposed image of Hostile with the Aggression title and he’s covered in glitter. Obviously, photoshopped.

REBECCA BLACK: FRIDAY! FRIDAY! Getting’ down on Friday! Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend!

She’s so happy, smiling as an image of Vincent Black with a beautiful butterfly sitting on his menacing head appears on the REBELTron. Obviously, also photoshopped.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is someone pulling a prank on the Extreme Elite?

REBECCA BLACK: Partyin’, partying’! YEAH! Partyin’, partying’ YEAH! Fun! FUN! FUN!

She waves to her adoring fans, who are actually violently drunk and getting pissed off. The next image shows Bubba J chugging beer, only the can has been changed from a beer to a chocolate milk box and there is clearly a bunny rabbit on his shoulder trying to get some of the chocolate milk. Obviously, more photoshop.

REBECCA BLACK: Yesterday it was Thursday, Thursday! Today is Fri-

Suddenly, Batman.

BATMAN: I’m afraid Aggression is on Monday’s now, sweetheart.

Batman, and we mean Marvin Humperdink being forced to dress up like Batman, steps out from backstage and has a chair in his hand and he bashes Rebecca Black in the back of the head, she falls forward off the stage and through a stack of tables below. The crowd cheers for their glorious saviour. Batman. You stand up from your beat down couch, almost spill your beer and cheetos as you cheer this Dark Knight.

BATMAN: Welcome! TO MONDAY NIGHT AGGRESSION!

The spotlight cuts and then the arena lights turn back on as red, white and blue pyros whistle towards the ring from the ceiling and explode in a glorious fashion. The crowd cheers, you cheer too, and the world has been saved.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m Mikey Massacre! On a week our new boss Jeremy Gold decides he’d like to fight in the BWF, we get left with great acts like this. And sadly, this week my celebrity co-host is…

BATMAN: You can say it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Who put you up to this?

BATMAN: The injustice of horrible music and a love for all things REBEL Pro. Obviously that cunt ruined Friday’s for everyone, so REBEL Pro had to move to Monday Night.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Didn’t know Batman uses words like cunt.

BATMAN: There’s a lot of things you don’t know, civilian.

MIKEY MASSACRE: As I was saying… My celebrity co-host this week is Marvin Humperdink dressed as Batman.

BATMAN: Frankly, I’m offended. Besides, Jeremy Gold gave me the suit for free. It’s snazzy. And some sugar, and I know I’m usually shy being around all these tough guys and gals but… Honestly I’ve never felt more alive in my life when I hit that intern… I mean, Rebecca Black, in the head with a chair.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wait, wait. Gold gave you sugar?

BATMAN: Yeah, he calls it courage in a powder. He offered me bravery rocks, but I don’t smoke.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear God…

BATMAN: That’s right, Mikey! The fearful better pray to their God! Cause in REBEL Pro, there is… NO MERCY!

The camera does a pan around the crowd.

BATMAN: Cool motto, right?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Actually, that’s awful.

*****Legion versus Bobby Lee*****

Legion grapples Bobby Lee, who shakes his head like “NO NO NO!” before being whipped right into the ropes by Legion. Bobby Lee goes through the ropes and hangs off the middle rope by his stomach and waist in agonizing pain. The new REBEL Pro ring with it’s barbed wire middle rope begins gnawing it’s newest victim as Legion is relentless, stomping down on Lee’s lower back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Over the break these two came to the ring and Legion just began unleashing a force and brutal power I haven’t seen in a long time.

BATMAN: He reminds me of Bane.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah… Right. Okay.

Legion lifts Bobby Lee out of his entanglement in the ropes by the back of his neck, and Lee’s entire waistline is cut open from those insidious barbed wire middle rope. Bobby Lee thrashes in Legion’s grip, kicking him blindly in the chest until Legion drops him. Bobby Lee springboards himself off the top rope and hit’s a super kick into Legion’s face. Bobby Lee doesn’t relent as he drops over Legion with a leg drop and then hooks the leg!

1!

TW-KICK OUT!

BATMAN: Holy K9’s Mikey, Bobby Lee’s got some fight in him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No one ever said he didn’t.

Bobby Lee is back to his feet and stomping down hard on Legion, while Legion doesn’t even try to block the attacks. Legion gets to his feet, his various “Priests” standing watch at ringside. Out of no where Bobby Lee goes for a hurricanrana, but Legion reverses it- ENTER BLACKNESS! With a VICIOUS jacknife power bomb, Legion covers.

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, via pinfall… LEGION!

No music plays, but Legion merely stands in the ring victorious.

*****I got her a title. Bitches love titles.*****

We fade backstage to the General Manager’s office, where we hear Jeremy Gold screaming and crying.

JEREMY GOLD: But she threatened me! She said she was going to put lip stick on my mouth then kick me in the face with her foot! Wrapped in barbed wire, by the way!

Gold is sitting across his own desk on the opposite side, the chair is turned around and we don’t see who’s sitting in it. However we do see a hand stretched out from behind the chair, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

JEREMY GOLD: That’s why I booked her into this match! And then Phoenix has to be a real dick and say he’s going to arm bar and hip toss his way into a mediocre main event! And Lisa doesn’t even care who she faces! She’s so full of herself!

The main in the chair turns around to face Gold, nodding.

SIMON KALIS: So what? What’re you gonna do, huh? You booked the AoWF World Champion to face the AoWF Intercontinental Champion like it was a random Bobby Lee match. You’re a moron, Jeremy.

JEREMY GOLD: Hey, no one tells me these things, man.

SIMON KALIS: So if you’re so pissed, fix it.

JEREMY GOLD: Fix it? How?

SIMON KALIS: Make the match mean more than it does. Make it count.

Gold nods, and his face crunches as he tries to think. Kalis sighs, flicking some ash aside from his cigarette.

JEREMY GOLD: I got it! The Phoenix! Versus Lisa Seldon! Tonight!

SIMON KALIS: …

JEREMY GOLD: For the REBEL Pro WORLD TITLE BABY!

We can hear the fans in the arena cheering all the way in Gold’s office.

SIMON KALIS: Great. Here.

Kalis reaches into the breast pocket of his suit and slides over a folded piece of paper to Gold.

JEREMY GOLD: What’s this?

SIMON KALIS: A list I made, of some things I’d like you to announce.

Gold opens the paper and begins reading down the list.

JEREMY GOLD: Violet Harper?! Justin Case?! AoWF Television Title Contendership match next week?!

Again we hear the fans cheer in the arena.

SIMON KALIS: I didn’t say announce it now, you fucking clown.

Gold’s eyes widen even more.

JEREMY GOLD: Whoa dude you’re bringing back the tag titles?!

SIMON KALIS: Way to go, pal.

We fade to ringside…

*****Jaice Wilds versus Kris Klondike*****

Jaice and Kris lock up in the middle of the ring, with Wilds whipping Kris Klondike into the ropes. As Klondike comes back, Jaice jumps up, lands on Kris’ shoulders and lays him down with a stunning hurricanrana that sets the crowd on fire! Not literally of course, we wouldn’t be able to afford the law suits. Klondike rolls away and gets to his feet quickly as Jaice charges at him. Kris Klondike with a drop toe hold that sends Jaice neck first into the barbed wire middle rope of the new REBEL Pro ring, immediately cutting Jaice across the throat.

BATMAN: Gee wilikers, that’ll leave a mark.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m sure it will, Marvin.

BATMAN: My name is Batman. But Caped Crusader or Dark Knight would also suffice.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Get off the sauce, Marvin.

Jaice rolls out of the ring holding his neck, but luckily he isn’t cut too deep and he wipes his throat off and sighs in relief. The much bigger man, Kris gingerly climbs to the top rope and then flies off with spectacular fashion with a clothesline that flips Jaice Wilds up into the air and then onto the ground outside. Kris begins stomping down on Jaice, holding onto the ring apron for balance and leverage. Jaice Wilds tries to cover up with his arms before rolling under the ring and disappearing from site.

BATMAN: My spidey senses are tingling, Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Your what?

BATMAN: I think Jaice is trying to hide.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jesus Christ, Batman doesn’t have spidey senses. That’s Spiderman, Marvin.

BATMAN: Semantics, my dear Massacre.

Jaice Wilds appears on the opposite side of the ring with a 2×4 in hand as he slides into the ring. Kris Klondike slides into the ring as well and rushes Jaice. Jaice ducks and whacks Klondike in the back of the knee with the 2×4, and Klondike falls to one knee. He cracks Klondike with the 2×4 again over the head and drops the 2×4 as Klondike drops to the canvas, his head pouring blood like an antelope after a cheetah rips it’s fucking throat out. Jaice’s neck still bleeds like an emo kid who cut himself wrong as he goes for the cover.

1!

2!!

TH-KICK OUT! KLONDIKE KICKS OUT!

BATMAN: Good golly, Miss Molly! What a kick out! He sent Jaice flying right into the ropes again.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Right… And this new ring, with the barbed wire middle ropes are doing their damage to Jaice as his back now gets all cut up from them.

Klondike grabs the 2×4, using his longer reach to surpass Wilds. Wilds tries to run but Klondike cracks him across the back of his head with the 2×4 as he gets to his feet. Wilds is now on both knees and Klondike steps up in front of him and brings the 2×4 across Wilds’ face, breaking both the 2×4 and Wilds’ face in half. Wilds hit’s the canvas, convulsing from the impact and Kris Klondike quickly covers.

1!

2!!

THREE-NO!!! WILDS MANAGES TO KICK OUT!

Not as forceful a kickout as Klondike’s, Wilds’ still manages to break the count and roll out of the ring. He falls right off the apron and to the ground and is now bleeding from his face as well as his neck.

BATMAN: Popsicles Mikey, he’ll need medical attention after this match!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I guess you’re right.

BATMAN: Of course I am, silly Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My point is, anyone would need medical attention after suffering the cuts and lacerations Jaice has. Kris Klondike probably will too, he’s busted open pretty badly himself.

Jaice Wilds grabs the barricade separating the fans and pulls himself up as Klondike slides out of the ring. A sexy female Jaice fan cheers and hugs him, offering him her beer to drink. Jaice turns around and decides to bash it over Kris Klondike’s face. Klondike stumbles back, holding his face. Jaice springboards himself off the apron and then hit’s a heel kick to Klondike’s face, sending Kris Klondike into the same barricades Jaice was in. That female Wilds fan grabs the chair she was sitting on and looks at the shaken Klondike. Jaice nods and points and she weakly smashes the chair over Kris’ face.

BATMAN: She can’t do that!

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think it says anywhere she can’t.

BATMAN: Well this needs to be erectified at once, Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You mean rectified?

BATMAN: That too!

Klondike stumbles back and Jaice throws him into the ring. Jaice grabs the chair off his adoring fan and slides into the ring as Kris is getting to his feet. Jaice goes wild, silly pun intended, on Klondike, and begins wailing away with the chair! Jaice drops the chair and jumps up to the top rope! AERIAL ACE! The crowd goes nuts! Jaice covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by pinfall, JAICE WILDS!

Jaice has his hand raised by the referee and waves to his new number one fan, who rips off her top and flashes the good stuff on national television.

BATMAN: And this is why no one wanted REBEL Pro on National television. Think of the children!

MIKEY MASSACRE: If your kids are watching this show, they’ve got a lot more to worry about then a woman’s breasts.

BATMAN: At least the situation has been erectified, Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Don’t you mean rectified?

Batman looks down at his crotch.

BATMAN: No… This time I mean erectified.

We fade to commercial as Jaice signs his number one fans titty like a boss. God Bless America.

*****COMMERCIAL: Be A REBEL, Be A Pro*****

The REBEL Pro logo flashes and we see a dark alley.

SIMON KALIS: Hi. My name’s Simon Kalis, the new minority owner of REBEL Pro.

Kalis casually ducks a few gun shots as he continues walking down this dark alley.

SIMON KALIS: REBEL fans may remember me from epic moments, such as Bubba J tasering my balls or me breaking Emily Corlen’s neck over a few C4 explosives in the Kingdom of the Death a few months ago. Hell, Lucious Starr of PWA fame kidnapped my son and they arrested ME and put me into a psychiatric hospital in fear of what I’d do.

Kalis pauses, and nods.

SIMON KALIS: Are you that fucking awesome?

Someone screaming and bleeding runs past Simon, clutching their bleeding stomach for dear life.

SIMON KALIS: I come from a shitty background where this type of behaviour is commonplace.

Kalis steps aside from a few police officers chasing that stereotypical man who just ran past.

SIMON KALIS: But I found my way out through this great sport called wrestling. I found there were better ways to settle an argumentative dispute than the use of guns, knives or heroin needles to OD someone and make it look like suicide.

He walks past a Kurt Cobain poster.

SIMON KALIS: My point is, anyone can be a REBEL if you’ve got what it takes. You too, can escape the shitty life you’re probably living right now.

Kalis stops as he exit’s the alley and gets onto the street. There’s a line up of gangsters in blue and gangsters in red staring menacing like at each other.

GANGSTA RED: We gonna make you bleed, homie!

GANGSTA BLUE: We gonna cripple you, dawg!

Kalis stands, smiling as he stares at the screen and this goes on behind him. Suddenly, a guy carrying a small portable TV runs into this scene.

GUY WITH TV: Hey guys! Put the guns down! REBEL Pro’s on TV now, nationwide!

All the gangsters drop their guns and look at him with shock, all mouth gaping open and stuff.

GANGSTA RED: Fo real?

GANGSTA BLUE: Nah fuck that, we gotta settle this right here! Right now!

GUY WITH TV: Then settle it like a REBEL, not a pussy!

GANGSTA BLUE: And how do REBELs settle their differences?

Kalis cocks an eyebrow at that stereotypes sudden improving vocabulary.

GUY WITH TV: Like this!

The guy with the TV throws the TV at the gangsta in blue before grabbing a barbed wire bat out of no where. The screen pauses JUST before the TV hits that idiot in the face and the set spins slowly, changing from this street scene to a clean and professional looking board room.

SIMON KALIS: Obviously, arguments can happen anywhere with anyone. Even the high and mighty have their problems.

Kalis smirks as the camera focuses on the board meeting behind him.

POMPOUS LOOKING GUY: Obviously our third quarter financial report would be better if we sent more jobs overseas to China.

AMBERCROMBIE AND FINCH DOUCHEBAG: Sure would.

COMMON SENSE LADY: But that’ll hurt our consumer base here in the States in the long term. Can’t you guys see that?

OLD RICH WHITE GUY WITH A DOUBLE CHIN: Har, har. Silly woman, we’ll be richer though!

The common sense lady seems upset, and would normally shut the fuck up right about now.

SIMON KALIS: But… She’s a REBEL, baby.

She stands to her feet and pulls out a kendo stick from beneath herself and whacks the other three guys so hard in the face they start to gush blood all over their copies of the New York Times. She jumps onto the large board room table and picks the old rich white guy with a double chin up and piledrives him through the table.

COMMON SENSE LADY: I said fuck that!

Kalis nods as the scene pauses now behind him.

SIMON KALIS: My point is, ladies and gentlemen. You can sit there, watching all your favourite superstars like Hostile, Lisa Seldon, Justin Case, Bobby Lee and many others beat the shit out of people. Or you can stand up for yourself and tell that hippie who smokes pot on your lawn no more! Bash his face with a flaming barbed wire baseball bat! Pile drive your mother-in-law through the hood of her Toyota Corolla.

The guy who threw the TV and the Common Sense lady now stand behind Simon and nod proudly.

GUY WHO THREW A TV AT THAT GUYS FACE: Don’t be a bitch, be a REBEL.

COMMON SENSE LADY: Don’t take any shit. Be a Pro.

SIMON KALIS: Be a REBEL! Be a Pro, baby!

They all smile and throw a thumbs up as the commercial ends.

DEEP VOICED TV ANNOUNCER GUY: Please do not try any of the actions depicted herein at home, or try any of the things you were told to try. We weren’t being serious and do not wish to get sued. REBEL Pro Wrestling, the AoWF nor the Magee Network can be held responsible if you take a blow torch to your bosses balls and then choke slam him through the copy/scanner machine at work. Thank you, and enjoy the rest of Monday Night Aggression.

*****Winning Team Faces Each Other for Number One Contenders Trophy*****
Marina Blue & Emily Corlen versus Vincent Black & “The Show” Chad Kurtis*****

With all four competitors in the ring the bell dings and the action starts! Kurtis and Black rush Corlen and Blue who immediately drop, stop and roll out of the ring. Bubba J’s at ringside and mostly there for support of Vincent Black, obviously. Corlen goes under the ring to try to find some random weapons to hurt the boys with and Black grabs Kurtis up and lifts him into the air, much to the chagrin of The Show before throwing Kurtis over the top rope and right into a stunned Marina Blue.

BATMAN: Sweet, sweet baby Jesus in a manger. Did you see that?

MIKEY MASSACRE: How could I miss it?

BATMAN: Vincent Black just gave Marina Blue a facial with some Chadwick.

Blue pushes Kurtis off of her as Black ignores and scoffs at the crowd booing him. Corlen appears again, this time with two kendo sticks. She cracks one over the back of Kurtis’ head as he gets to his feet and then grabs him, laying him down with a blizzard suplex. Marina grabs the second kendo stick and slides into the ring only to begin getting stomped on by Vincent Black. Black lifts her up by the neck and THROWS her into the ropes, using the middle barbed wire ropes to his advantage. Corlen locks in a sleeper hold on the outside on Chad Kurtis who has his arms stretched out, trying to figure out a way out of it as Black grabs the kendo stick and approaches a now cut Marina Blue.

BATMAN: Marina Blue looking to be in some trouble here.

Blue kicks Black not once, not twice but THRICE in the BALLS!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Or not.

Blue’s back up and she grabs onto Black’s neck and spins, dropping him with a great DDT before hooking the leg!

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

Black throws Blue so far up in the air, Marina goes right over the top rope and breaks up the sleeper hold Emily Corlen has on Chad Kurtis. Kurtis crawls away coughing and holding his neck. Corlen pushes Blue as they get to their feet as Bubba J throws Vincent Black a baseball bat from under the ring before cracking open his next beer. Kurtis slides into the ring and picks up the kendo stick. Outside the ring Blue spits in Corlen’s face and then whacks her across the head with the second kendo stick.

BATMAN: Well the ladies are falling apart here, they’re just bashing each other now.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Will Kurtis and Black do the same?

Chad and Vincent stare at each other, as Marina looks back up into the ring. She looks down at Corlen who’s holding her face and bleeding now. Bubba J circles the ring and grabs Marina Blue and throws her into the ring. Corlen gets to her feet on the outside and shakes her head, and leaves the ringside area. Black and Kurtis take turns bashing their weapons over Marina Blue. Corlen spits at the ring on her way up the entrance ramp. Blue trips Black over and he lands face first into the barbed wire middle ropes. Kurtis stands back and watches as Marina Blue hops onto Vincent Black’s back and begins grinding his face across the barbed wire middle ropes making him bleed. As Marina Blue gets to her feet she turns around and is met with a kendo stick across her face that sends her to the canvas from Chad Kurtis.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kurtis let her mess up Vincent Black on purpose, and Emily Corlen has abandoned Marina Blue. If Marina pulls this off, it’ll be a HUGE victory for her.

Bubba J rolls into the ring and spins Kurtis around. TRAILER PARK TRASH! Bubba’s back on his feet and cussing Kurtis out as Black gets back to his feet and grabs a fleeing Marina Blue. THE NEW HOPE! Black slams her down and covers.

1!

2!!

3!!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match, VINCENT BLACK AND CHAD KURTIS!

Black and Bubba J celebrate in the ring as Marina rolls out of the ring, looking pissed off about Corlen abandoning her.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There’s nothing Blue could’ve done.

BATMAN: Well, it’s not like she’s Batman or anything.

Kurtis rolls out of the ring and points at Black and Bubba, as the two Extreme Elite men laugh him off and Bubba chugs down another beer.

*****I set that bitch on fire. Bitches love fire.*****

We fade backstage to the General Manager’s office where Simon is standing against one side of the room, and Gold the opposite side.

JEREMY GOLD: So.. Introduce yourself!

A third man, at center between them and holding a canister of gas looks around.

INFERNO: I am INFERNO! The single most badass motherfucker to come out of West Virginia!

Kalis sighs.

SIMON KALIS: What is this shit, Gold?

JEREMY GOLD: I was holding an open call to any local wrestlers here who hadn’t been discovered. Inferno showed up!

INFERNO: I’m the hottest superstar you’ll ever meet!

SIMON KALIS: Right. So you want a job with REBEL Pro?

INFERNO: Hell fucking YEAH!

SIMON KALIS: So… What makes you think you’ve got what it takes?

INFERNO: I’ll show you! Show you good!

Inferno opens his gas canister and begins pouring it all over himself. Kalis nods, and Gold looks on worried as shit.

JEREMY GOLD: Wait, wait… What’re you doing?!

INFERNO: I… AM… INFERNOOOOOO!!!!

Inferno pulls a zippo lighter out of his pocket and sets himself on fire and begins running in circles in flames.

JEREMY GOLD: OH MY WHAT?!

Kalis watches on and quickly grabs a long form off the GM’s desk. It’s a liability waiver, he sees Inferno signed it and then smiles.

INFERNO: I will set REBEL Pro on FIRE!!!

Inferno moonsaults himself into the air and through the desk in this office room. Kalis calmly walks over and lights a cigarette off of Inferno’s body as Gold rushes with a fire extinguisher to put him out.

SIMON KALIS: I like him. He’s got balls.

JEREMY GOLD: He’s fucking insane!

SIMON KALIS: He knows no fear, ain’t that right Inferno?

Inferno looks up, now covered in the bukake that comes out of fire extinguishers and nods before passing out.

SIMON KALIS: He’s perfect.

JEREMY GOLD: For what?

SIMON KALIS: To be your tag team partner, silly. We had five teams sign up for the big tournament. We need one more.

JEREMY GOLD: But I’m not what? You can’t make me get in that ring with these god damn lunatics!!!

Kalis pats Gold on the back and takes a drag from his cigarette.

SIMON KALIS: The only guy that can stop me from making you wrestle is Larry Gordon. Do you see him around here?

Gold looks around, whimpering and fearful.

JEREMY GOLD: Larry? Larry you here pal?

SIMON KALIS: Good luck next week, Jer.

Kalis smacks him on the back and walks out of the office grinning, as Inferno’s eyes roll around in his dumb head as we fade to ringside…

*****REBEL Pro World Championship Match*****
*****The Phoenix versus Lisa Seldon©*****

THE PHOENIX: Before we begin I have something to say. Now, obviously everyone in the world knows how great I am. However, what you blood suckers don’t know is that, while Lisa is better known for kicking people in the face and breaking things, she’s also an accomplished wrestler.

The look on Lisa’s face would seem to indicate that she is possibly one of those people who didn’t know she was an accomplished wrestler.

THE PHOENIX: So how about instead of two idiots hitting each other with glass, we treat you inbreds to a technical wrestling classic.

As expected, the fans begin to boo.

THE PHOENIX: Of course you don’t want that, because you toothless chucklefuck bastards won’t be happy until people like us are either crippled or dead. We’re two of the best in the world, we’re the top two champions in the AoWF. Whatever we do will be fifteen times better than anything else you’ll ever see in this shithole, and so we’re just going to go ahead and do whatever we want. So sit down, shut up and watch as we put on the best wrestling contest you’ll ever see in your pointless, miserable lives.

The Phoenix drops the mic and kicks it out of the ring. Across the way Lisa shrugs her shoulders, seemingly content not to start throwing Dropkicks and barbedwire around. We get a bell.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like we’re getting one of those wrestling matches.

BATMAN: Looks like the Phoenix pussied out of an actual fight. He reminds me of The Riddler.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why the Riddler?

BATMAN: It’s a riddle as to why he still has a contract here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You wouldn’t normally say that, Marvin.

BATMAN: Marvin Humperdink? No. Batman? Yes.

The two move forward into the clinch but Lisa instantly backs off and calls for the referee. The Phoenix pleads his innocence but Lisa insists he’s got something in his tights, forcing the referee to check him over. The ref then moves in for a pat down and finds a pair of brass knuckles… then a roll of tape, a bag of powder, a pair of handcuffs, an extendable baton, a remote control for the house lights, a hand buzzer, a loaded elbow pad, a small weight…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Always prepared.

A few minutes and a sizeable pile of weaponry later the referee is finally content that he’s clean however Lisa calls him back and points to the Phoenix’s crotch, which the poor referee wants to go nowhere near. Eventually though he goes for it, however the Phoenix pushes him away before he can touch anything. He then goes in himself and pulls out a roll fo quarters.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never let it be said that the Phoenix leaves anything to chance when it comes to cheating. However it appears today he’s content to play this one straight… now that he’s been busted for about twenty different items.

With all manner of contraband set aside the action resumes again. The Phoenix teases a lock up and then shoots for a go behind that he uses to pull Lisa off her feet. He then spins and drops her but Lisa manages to get her knees up to save her from dropping on her stomach. She then twists, grabbing hold of his neck on the turn and coming up on top in a North-South Choke with her legs based out to save him from turning. After a few moments of consideration, the Phoenix bridges up and then twists to land himself on top. Lisa tries to turn but Phoenix catches her and grinds in a Headlock as she gets to her feet.

BATMAN: By Jove what technical wrestling!

Lisa attempts to push off but the Phoenix stands his ground forcing her to look for another way. She the puts a foot on the back of his knee and pushes through to take him off his base, allowing her to slip out the back and take his arm with her into a Hammerlock. The Phoenix turns in to it and stands straight up, bringing Lisa into the air and forcing her to lock on a leg-grapevine to maintain her hold. She arches back to apply some pressure but the Phoenix gets an arm in between them to force her off and then locks his now free arm around her neck.

The Phoenix then breaks Lisa’s leglock and pushes her straight up for a Vertical Suplex, only to push her back to land on her feet and turn around into another Headlock. The fans start to boo.

Lisa wraps her hands around the Phoenix’s waist and falls back into a quick bridge for the pin.

1

But the Phoenix turns a shoulder and goes to his side where he maintains the hold. Lisa lifts her legs and uses them to get some momentum and prop him back up onto his shoulders.

1

2

This time he goes to his right and holds on, but allows Lisa to get onto her knees and begin working off the pressure. The Phoenix then pushes back to standing, but never gives it up.

An attempt to lift the Phoenix gets him just inches off the mat before he settles back down and shakes his head no. A second attempt fairs no better but after a third she pushes him forward into the ropes and then rolls them both backwards with her coming over the top, but once again he maintains the hold, coming up on his knees and grinding it in. A few plastic bottles are hurled toward the ring.

The Phoenix stands the hold up again, content to work it even amongst the disproportionately angry response from the fans. Once again Lisa looks for an out, backing them to the ropes and using them to push the Phoenix off and break his grip, but it’s only a momentary reprieve as he hangs onto her hair and then pulls himself back into the hold. A cheer from the fans dies just as suddenly as it appears.

For once in his Rebel Pro career the Phoenix seems to be enjoying himself, and takes great delight in cranking the hold tight as the fans continue to boo. Despite

the ever growing pressure on her neck, Lisa remains resolute and backs to the ropes again to push him off, only for the Phoenix to hold on and slide to the ground with the Headlock intact. Lisa rolls to her back and kicks her legs around his neck, allowing her to pull down and once again force him off, but the Phoenix rolls over onto his knees, pops out of the Headscissors and leaps into the hold again, this time from the face to face position.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m not sure this is the World title match people expected.

BATMAN: Lisa’s all BANG! Phoenix goes ZOINK! Then Lisa’s all like, KABLOW! Whoosh! Phoenix is like GNARRRR with the holds and Lisa’s like-

MIKEY MASSACRE: We get it.

Lisa grabs him again for a Headscissors and pulls it off for a second time, this time sitting up and putting an elbow into his back to prevent him from leaping out, but the Phoenix instead the Phoenix rolls over to put Lisa on her front, bridges up and then twists over to come out on top of her and right into another Headlock.

Next Lisa rolls to put him on his shoulders again.

1

The count barely falls before the Phoenix turns the hold again, but Lisa uses the scramble to stay on her back, allowing her to bridge her legs up, kick off the mat and roll out on top of him. Lisa then instantly locks her legs in an Inverted Triangle Choke and bridges back for momentum, causing the fans up rises up in a cheer. The referee moves in to check her shoulders, but Lisa bridges up on her neck and then settles on her elbows to really dig the hold in.

The Phoenix’s free arm flails wildly for a few seconds as he can feel himself slipping away, but he refuses to let his arm drop and fights through. The fans are begging for him to tap, but the Phoenix maintains his composure and then rolls through, bringing him over on top of Lisa. From this position he manages to get a hand under her foot and loosen the grip before slipping out, pushing himself forward and grabbing her head once more. The fans are livid.

The fans give up booing and fall into a plain old fashioned disappointed silence, which gets a smile from the Phoenix as he continues to pressure. He then gets his feet under him and pushes Lisa into a pin.

1

2

Before Lisa manages to turn back and get a shoulder free. He then bridges up again.

1

2

And this time Lisa rolls it through to the otherside, where upon the Phoenix begins to push back toward standing, letting Lisa get as far as knee before he really starts to weather the hold.

Having been in the hold for some time now the referee is forced to see if Lisa wants to give it up, but she shakes her hand no and then finally pushes back to her feet. Once more she backs to the ropes and sends him away, but again he holds on by her hair and pulls himself back into the hold. She tries from the second set of ropes with the same results. She tries again from the third and gets the same. The fans are cheering her on as she pushes off the forth, but once again he reels himself in, picking up the pace she tries a fifth time and almost shakes him. On the sixth she moves quick enough and drops down, sending him loose and to the ropes amongst a rapturous applause.

She then drops down on the pass and comes up with her back to him in a leapfrog on the return, but doesn’t seem him catch the ropes behind her and then leap into the Headlock again when she lands. The fans are cursing wildly, but Lisa uses the momentum to drop him straight down to the mat and then pushes straight up into a Headstand. The Phoenix tries to keep his Headlock, but Lisa pushes forward right out of the hold and lands into headlock of her own for the first time this match. The fans are on their feet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The crowd is loving this match.

BATMAN: They can sense the epicosity.

The Phoenix immediately stands up under his smaller opponent and then sends her to the ropes, only for Lisa to return the favour from earlier, grabbing a hold of his mask to hold on and then reeling herself back into the Headlock. He then resorts to lifting her straight off the mat and dropping her behind him, but Lisa lands on her feet and then waits for him to turn. The Phoenix comes low and dives but Lisa hops over him, waits for him to turn and then

leaps backwards onto his shoulders. The Phoenix stands up and Lisa twists before dropping down his back for a Sunset Flip. The Phoenix tries to roll through but it’s all part of the plan as Lisa steps over, pushing his legs down over her his arms and kneeling down on top of them.

MIKEY MASSACRE: She’s got him in the Mousetrap!

Lisa throws her hands straight up.

1

2

3!!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of this match, and STILL REBEL Pro World Champion… LISA SELDON!

The Phoenix kicks valiantly but he’s got nowhere to go as the referee’s hand falls for the three, and Lisa hops forward out of the move.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Well I guess that was one of those technical classics you hear about.

BATMAN: Bah gawd, this was supposed to be a proper main event! Justice has not been done for these fans.

Lisa helps the Phoenix to his feet and the two share some pleasantries. Something about her now very sore neck and ear and his wonderful bridging technique. The Phoenix then raises Lisa’s hand to the audience, which gets a cheer. When she tries the same however they respond as expected, booing the Phoenix as he flips them all off and the leaves. With Lisa now left alone in the ring, she gives a rather animated shrug and then takes her bow.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa Seldon, in the end, triumphant once more.

BATMAN: The Champion of Everything!

MIKEY MASSACRE: For REBEL Pro, this is Mikey Massacre.

BATMAN: For DC Comics, this is Batman.

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll see you next week!

We fade with one last shot of our awesome Champion of Everything, Lisa Seldon…

*****Welcome To The Danger Zone!*****

The REBEL Pro logo flashes over the screen, followed by the AoWF emblem. We can hear the fans screaming and cheering. “In The Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins begins to play over the arena speakers, as a great veil is dropped off to reveal the new REBELTron at the head of the entrance ramp.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Pyros shoot off from the top of the arena here in Maine and the fans go nuts as they whistle towards the entrance ramp, and explode upwards in Red, White and Blue with thunderous roars from the crowd!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome everyone, as we kick off the REBEL Pro National Tour here in Orono, Maine! I’m Mikey Massacre! With the new ownership, it seems Bubba’s been thrown back into action folks! And so in the mean time, until a permanent replacement can be found for Bubba… So until then we’ll be having celebrity guest co-announcers! Sadly….

RAYN: That’s right! I’m baaaaaaaack! And who’d have thought, right here next to you to shoot the shit in REBEL Pro?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’m glad you’re temporary.

RAYN: I have a habit of getting fired within the first week, anyways. But you’ll be missing me when you have Justin Bieber as your co-announcer next week.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And just when we thought we were safe from Simon…

RAYN: You should’ve known, this night? Everyone’s stepping into the DANGER ZONE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh, yeah. It’s a danger zone with you sitting next to me, a danger zone for our ratings as the national tour begins.

RAYN: I think you’re swell, too, Mikey!

*****Bobby Lee versus Matthew Kurtis*****

DING DING

Collar and elbow, big Matthew getting the obvious advantage here backs Bobby Lee into the corner. Matthew fires a right fist into Lee’s face, but for once something changes in Bobby Lee’s demeanor. Bobby Lee jumps up nailing Matthew with a huge uppercut. The confident Matthew falling backwards from the onslaught from Bobby Lee, perhaps more surprised than anything else. Lee with a fifth straight right hand, seems to realize what he is doing and nods to himself. Bobby Lee with a roll and kip up to nail Matthew with a headbutt into his midsection. A DDT quickly follows and Bobby Lee is on a roll. He jumps to his feet, yelling and clapping until he climbs up top, perching there on the top turnbuckle waiting for Matthew to get back up. The biggest Kurtis gets up to his feet, anger filling his eyes and face. Missile dropkick, but Matthew dodges catching Bobby Lee. Matthew lifts Bobby Lee up, time for the powerbomb! Bobby Lee counters with a sort of DDT into a roll up!

One!
Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Bobby Lee!
Bobby Lee quickly rushes over to Jenny and whispers in her ear worriedly.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and STIIIIILL Rebel Pro Curtain Jerker Champion… Bobby Lee!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I think this is a seriously shocking upset!

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RAYN: Are you kidding me? Bobby Lee is one step closer to dethroning Lisa Seldon!

Bobby Lee seems to breathe a sigh of relief before picking up his championship belt.

*****So-Many Victims, So-Little Time!*****

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In the professional wrestling system, hardcore based matches are considered especially heinous. In Rebel Pro Wrestling, the dedicated wrestlers who put their careers on the line every week are part of an elite group known as the So-Many Victims Unit. These are their stories.
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*Previously recorded*

Violet – Hey, do you think we should have the beginning of this video be a mock version of the beginning of Law and Order: SVU?
-the scene opens up to daytime Orono, Maine. violet is in a downtown area, talking to her camera man about what you just saw. did we just go there? yes, we did. she’s in a tight black skirt and black heels, with a lovely teal blouse on. she’s looking professional, and yet kind of slutty. oh come on, you’re not complaining. she has a microphone and she approaches an older man probably in his 50s and probably hasn’t been this close to a hot girl since the last time he went to the strip club.-

Violet – Sir! Sir!
-violet chases the man down, who seems startled.-

Violet – I’m from Rebel Pro Wrestling and we are here doing a survey of just how hardcore this community of yours is!
Old Man – Hardcore?
Violet – Yes sir. We here at Rebel Pro love bashing each other with all kinds of objects and spraying the crowd with our blood! Are you a fan of wrestling, sir?

Old Man – Uh… no.
Violet – Are you a fan of fighting in general?

Old Man – No, I’m a pacifist.
Violet – You’re a what? A pansy?
Old Man – No, a pacifist.

Violet – Oh. Well with you being a pansy and all, you’re not going to really help our survey. Sorry to bother you and have a blessed day!

-the old man looks confused, but walks away. violet strolls down more of main street, and gets in the face of a lady and her baby.-

Violet – Ma’am!
-violet screams at the lady, who’s probably in her early 30s. she has an adorable baby girl, however, who violet can’t stop looking at.-

Violet – Your girl is so cute!

Early 30s Woman – Thank you!

Violet – Ma’am, I was wondering if you were a fan of wrestling at all.

Early 30s Woman – No, but my husband is. In fact, you look very familiar.

Violet – Oh I do? Well I happen to be one of Rebel Pro Wrestling’s newest and most exciting talents!
-she poses for the woman.-

Early 30s Woman – Yeah, I’ve also seen your pictures on my husband’s computer. I think I’ll be going now.

-she gives violet a mean look and then walks past her with her stroller and baby. violet looks sad.-

Violet – What a waste. So far we have old men that are pacifists and jealous-ridden mothers. What were they thinking about starting their national tour here?

-the camera man laughs, but violet doesn’t find it amusing. they continue to walk and violet spots a boy about her age walking out of a barber shop. clean cut and probably going to watch Danger Zone tonight, indeed!-
Violet – Excuse me!

-the young man turns to show his face and violet stops suddenly.-

Violet – Guy? What are you doing here?

Guy – Violet, I told you I was getting a haircut. What are you doing?

Violet – Trying to figure out why the hell we’re doing Danger Zone here. This place is hot garbage, Guy! Some old man told me he was a pansy and didn’t like fighting, and some woman told me her husband has pictures of me on his computer and she wouldn’t do my survey. This is tough stuff, Guy.
-guy lets out a laugh, a little bewildered by his girlfriend’s activities.-

Guy – Well, I’m going back to the hotel. Are you coming?

Violet – Soon, sweetie. I need to get ahold of at least one fan here! For Rebel’s sake!

-guy shakes his head and gives violet a kiss on the cheek. he disappears around the corner, heading for the hotel. violet and her camera man continue the search!-

Camera Man – Isn’t this a lot like Jay Leno’s Jaywalking?

Violet – No, you idiot. It’s nothing like it. We aren’t poking fun at America’s lack of intelligence; we’re just trying to find wrestling fans! It’s not even close to the same.

Camera Man – Hey! I’m not an idiot.
Violet – Whatever. Let’s go talk to this guy over here.

-violet and camera man approach a rather tall, broad-shouldered man with a bald head. he turns around, and we breathe a sigh of relief that it’s not bubba j. however, it looks like bubba j minus some teeth, a terrible bout of acne, and a glass eye. but what makes it better? he’s wearing a “Bubba J’s #1 Fan” t-shirt.-

Violet – Good Lord…

Camera Man – I think you got what you were looking for.

Missing Teeth Man – Can I help yew?
-violet tries to crack a smile, but it’s…it’s like someone sucking a lemon for the first time and trying to pass it off as enjoyment.-
Violet – Sir, I’m from Rebel Pro Wrestling and I –

Missing Teeth Man – Well I’ll be! You’re dat Violet Happer!

Violet – Harper, sir.

Missing Teeth Man – That’s what I’m sayin’! Happer! Girl, you are a tough son of a gun but yew don’t stand a chance against mah boy Bubba J.

Violet – What makes you so sure about that?

Missing Teeth Man – I been followin’ his career for a long time now, over tha internet and the television. He is the

toughest of the tough and he’s gonna beat yer skinny ass all over Oreo tonight.
Violet – You mean Orono?

Missing Teeth Man – Yes ma’am! I flew in from Georgia today to see his fight! Bubba J back in Rebel, it’s gonna be awesome!

Violet – You know how to use the internet AND ride on an airplane? I’m impressed sir, but I believe I stand a good chance at defeating your favorite superstar. Perhaps you’ll grow to love me as your new favorite superstar.

Missing Teeth Man – Well you got a purty mouth there Violet. I reckon I might.

-the man takes a few steps toward her, flashing his gruesome teeth. gross. violet backs away.-

Violet – Well we’ve got other people to interview! Toodles!
-violet and camera man scurry away and the bald-headed redneck who isn’t bubba j goes back to whatever he was doing.-

Violet – That was close.

Camera Man – Yes it was. Maybe you should just stick to wrestling.

Violet – Good point. I have to say I’m baffled that whoever launched this national tour for RPW picked this stupid place. The only real wrestling fans are the dumb rednecks who followed us here.

Camera Man – Probably should have went to Vegas. They love this shit there.

Violet – Yes! Good point Camera Man. I will bring this matter to the right people.

Camera Man – What people?
Violet – I don’t know. I will find out tonight though!

Camera Man – Hey, I think my battery is dy—

-the video cuts. the battery died. we go back to ringside.-

*****Marina Blue & Emily Corlen vs. Jaice Wilds & Kris Klondike*****

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All four competitors in the ring as we fade back to ringside, and all four of them seem to be eyeing each other- even their tag partners.

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DING DING

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Emily and Marina Blue go for a double clothesline against Jaice and Kris but they duck it. Jaice grabs Kris and whips him towards Marina Blue. Kris lifts off his feet and lands a shoulder block to Marina’s head that sends them both flipping over the top rope and onto the outside. Jaice comes at Corlen but Corlen side steps him, grabs him by his head and slams his face into the canvas. Emily begins banging Jaice’s face against the canvas repeatedly until Wilds slips out of her grip on his head, and rolls away. On the outside Kris is attempting to dominate Marina Blue but she’s proving to be slicker than KY Jelly, avoiding his lefts and rights.

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RAYN: Man I’d love me a piece of Blue.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: You and everyone else.

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Jaice jumps onto Corlen’s back and flips over slamming her to the canvas with a hurricanrana! On the outside Kris Klondike grabs a chair and takes a swing at Marina Blue! He cracks her across the head and takes her down to the ground

and begins smashing the chair into her body as she rolls around in a foetal position to protect herself. Jaice Wilds lifts Emily Corlen up off the canvas and hit’s a spinning neck breaker flush, going for the first cover.

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2!!

KICK OUT!

MIKEY MASSCRE: Corlen’s not going down that easily.

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RAYN: Mmmhmm, I wish she’d go down that easily. If you get my meaning.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No, I don’t.

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RAYN: I mean give oral sex.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I was being sarcastic.

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Jaice smacks his hands on the canvas as Emily rolls herself onto her shoulders, bringing her legs straight up and snapping a kick while on her back across the back of Jaice’s head, completing a roll. The fans cheer at her athleticism but Kris Klondike slides into the ring and tackles Corlen to the ground. Marina Blue on the outside meanwhile, wipes the blood off her face and reaches under the ring, and begins setting up tables on the outside to surround the ring. Jaice Wilds and Klondike double team Emily Corlen, and they both whip her into the corner. She hits with her back, lifts herself up and brings both her feet up as they rush at her. She manages to kick both of them in the head before collapsing back into the corner. Jaice charges her again but she flips him over to top rope and right through one of the tables Marina set up! Kris Klondike catches Corlen off guard though with a belly to back suplex, slamming her to the canvas. But he doesn’t notice Marina Blue on the apron, who then hops onto the top rope and hit’s a springboard bulldog on Klondike! Marina quickly covers, hooking the legs!

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RAYN: I wish she’d hook my leg, if you get what I mean.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: We get it Rayn, you’re a horn dog.

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THR-KICK OUT!

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Rayn: I find that term offensive. But I will say that the way Marina’s blood glistens off her breasts in the spotlight of the arena lights is sensual.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear god, we’re airing nationally and the first show is going to see REBEL Pro sued for sexism.

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Jaice gets himself up out of the wreckage of the table he was thrown through. Klondike meanwhile rolls Marina Blue up, out of no where!

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2!!

THRE-BREAK!

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Emily Corlen kicks Klondike in the head to get him off of Marina Blue while Jaice devilishly begins wrapping himself in barbed wire he got from under the ring.

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RAYN: You see that? She got him off.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I think I’d be more concerned with what Jaice is thinking, wrapping his whole torso in barbed wire. That’ll hurt himself too.

Wild hops back up onto the apron, and then hops onto the top rope and springboards himself off with a body splash that catches Marina Blue. He wraps himself around her while Kris Klondike hits an implant DDT on Emily Corlen. They’re all down, but Jaice lifts Marina up. And just as Jaice takes Marina over the top rope, she wraps her legs around him and takes him over with her through another table! They crash through, both broken messes. Kris Klondike gets to his feet and turns around only to be met with a recovered Emily Corlen and THE CATALYST! Emily Corlen covers!

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3!!!

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DING DING DING

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JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match… Marina Blue and Emily Corlen!

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Corlen celebrates in the ring, sliding out and helping Marina up and they both raise each others arms. But she leaves the bloody Marina Blue behind as she makes her way up the ramp, her arms raised in victory. Jaice Wilds isn’t too happy about this and he picks up the chair he used on Marina. He slides into the ring as Kris Klondike gets to his feet and smashes the chair over his head, throwing it aside and shaking his head.

*****Barbed Wire and Lipstick!*****

We fade backstage and we finally get to see the totally cool new General Manager of REBEL Pro, Jeremy Gold sitting at his desk. His chair is turned around and he stares up at the two framed portraits behind him on the wall. One is of Larry Gordon, the other is of Simon Kalis.

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JEREMY GOLD: I hope I can make you guys proud!

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Gold spins around in his chair to face the camera.

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JEREMY GOLD: Have any of you seen Lisa Seldon around here?

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The cameramen shrug, no.

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JEREMY GOLD: What’s a kickoff to a huge national tour without our World Champion?! Who does this bitch think she is!

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Gold seems brave, picking up his phone. He seems to dial a number, obviously and waits.

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JEREMY GOLD: Yes, hi! Lisa! It’s Jeremy Gold.

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He pauses.

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JEREMY GOLD: Uhh… I’m the new General Manager of Rebel Pro! You do realize we have a big pay per view tonight, don’t you?

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Gold listens intently, but then his eyes widen.

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JEREMY GOLD: Well no! I kind of figure at a show like this we need our World Champion!

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He pauses again, and suddenly whimpers slightly.

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JEREMY GOLD: Your foot?

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He bites his bottom lip.

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JEREMY GOLD: My face?!

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He rubs his face, his jaw straining.

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JEREMY GOLD: Barbed wire and lipstick?! What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! I’m not gonna wear lipstick!

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He begins a full on whimper, breathing heavily as his eyes water.

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JEREMY GOLD: Oh… Uhhh, that DOES sound painful actually.

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He begins to cry.

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JEREMY GOLD: No no no… It’s okay, really! Have a good time! We’ll uhm, see you next week then! BYE!

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He puts the phone down, and bursts into tears while clutching his chest. He opens his top desk drawer and pulls out an inhaler for his asthma and a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of cigarettes. He takes a big inhale for his asthma inhaler, dropping it as his hands shake. He quickly takes a chug of his Jack Daniels and then lights a cigarette.

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JEREMY GOLD: She’s such a nice lady… I’ll show that bitch!

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He breaks down, looking up skyward.

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JEREMY GOLD: Jesus protect me! Allah watch over me! Yahweh don’t forget me! Krishna bless me! Oh my god!

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His hand shakes as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

JEREMY GOLD: And Tom Cruise, bring John Travolta and please bring a jet and save me!

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We fade to ringside…

*****Bubba J vs. Violet Harper*****

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DING DING
Bubba J fires a wild right hand, Violet ducking under to connect with an uppercut right to the Redneck’s chin that sends him stumbling back. Bubba J comes off the ropes with a clothesline, but Violet again counters, this time with a drop toe hold and Bubba J is planted face first on the canvas. Bubba J smiles as he rolls over connecting with a right fist to her pretty face knocking her off of him. Bubba J fires a second right that sends her getting up to her feet. Bubba J on his feet, catching the charging Violet with a back body onto the canvas. Bubba J rolls out of the ring and begins to dig under the ring for something; he’s tired of this wrestling crap already.

He comes out with a spool of barbed wire and a bottle of Jack? Anyways he tosses it into the ring, as Violet slides out beside him; pulling stuff out from under the ring as well. Staple gun, bottles, kendo stick, fake leg? Violet holds up thumbtacks for the crowd’s huge pop as Bubba J comes out from under the ring with a cheese grater that he shows to Violet then mimicks dragging it across her face. Violet and Bubba J pull out a table that brings a huge yell from the crowd; the two look back in and nod before crawling back in. A steel chair comes hurdling in from the crowd landing between Violet and Bubba J. Violet picks up the chair, Bubba J the kendo stick. They come together, the chair winning out over the stick, but Bubba J jabs it in under her defense catching her in the midsection. Bubba J brings it down across her back before golfing it into her throat. Whip off the ropes and Violet is sent running, right into a chair smash from Bubba J that spins her around, but she doesn’t go down. Bubba J charges with both fists flying, Violet with a kick to the midsection and a swinging neckbreaker takes him down.
Violet pulls herself up, setting up the wood table and tossing the thumbtacks all over the ring for added pain and crowd pop. Bubba J begins to get back up to his feet, Violet pushing several of the tacks into his cheeks, just because she can right now.Violet places Bubba J on the top turnbuckle, climbing up beside him and setting him up for a top rope bulldog.

Mikey Massacre: Look at that balance!

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Rayn: Look at that ass!

Violet leaps off, sending Bubba J’s face through the table covered in tacks, him rolling around and gathering in more tacks. Bubba J back up to his feet, because he is tough and because it is instinct. Violet with a roundhouse kick, but the temporarily blind Bubba J manages to somehow catch the foot, driving her face down into some thumbtacks as well as he locks on some sort of leg lock. He’s not sure how to do it exactly, so the actual name isn’t know, but Violet gets out of it easily enough with a twist. She fires a foot into his face, but he’s no longer blinded and dodges the kick expertly. Bubba J comes down with rights and rights, with a few lefts thrown in for variety. Violet rolls him over pounding away on his face with a series of rights and lefts, her’s are more evenly numbered.

Bubba J rolls over again, a cheese grater in his hand and drags it across her face; Violet grunting in pain as the kitchen utensil draws blood from her cheek and chin. Bubba J looks down and laughs, but Violet brings a knee up into his crotch, causing him to gag vigorously from the pain and sudden nausea. He rolls off, holding his balls, and I don’t mean on the outside. Violet gets up to her feet, swigging a shot of Jack Daniels before tossing the bottle down lightly and picking up the empty beer bottle.

Violet brings the bottle down on Bubba J’s face, smashing the bottle and his nose in the process. Bubba J is bleeding from the broken nose as well as his split lip, but he is still trying to get up. Violet brings him up to his feet, firing chop after chop into his chest and throat, with about every third shot being a right fist into his face. Violet digs the tacks in more and more, causing more pain and light trickles of blood to come trickling down from the tiny puncture wounds. Bubba J fires a nut shot to Violet, sending his sweaty nut juice right into her face that causes her to gag as well. Bubba J applies a wicked tongue lock, holding her tongue between his thumb and forefinger that has all of his nut sweat all over it. Violet gags even more and is on the verge of losing her stomach contents when Bubba J releases the first ever tongue lock in Rebel Pro for a knee to the face and a DDT onto the steel chair. Bubba J rolls over, coming up with the staple gun and begins to staple Violet’s head with the staples.

Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk Chunk

Bubba J’s going wild with the staple gun, all over her head, back and into her cheeks as well, the blood is really starting to flow here in this hardcore battle on Danger Zone. Bubba J lifts her up firing forearms into her staple covered chest and face before lifting her up onto the top turnbuckle for some big move that has never paid off for Bubba J. He climbs up, hooking her in a front facelock; going for a superplex. Violet counters by shoving him and Bubba J is crotched on the top rope, dangling there holding at his wounded nut sack once again in this match. Violet hops down, causing the top rope to move up and down and increasing the pain ten fold on the Ragin’ Redneck. Violet off the ropes with a steel chair goes flying through the air, using the chair like a shield, slamming into Bubba J with tremendous force. Bubba J and Violet go flying out of the ring and near the entrance way where Violet begins to pummel Bubba J with fists of fury and knees into his rib cage. Bubba J rolls over firing weakened rights and lefts as his nuts are still hurting big time. Violet with a twist gets him onto his front and applies a pocketbook strap chokehold onto the former two time Rebel Pro World Champion. Bubba J manages to sling her off before getting back up to his feet, wobbling near the railing. Violet comes with a spear, but Bubba J falls out of the way; not on purpose but just falls out of the way. Violet speaers the railing head and shoulder connecting solidly with the immoveable railing.

Bubba J slowly pulls himself up, bloody and exhausted; not to mention his recent health rumors adding to it. Violet rolls over, her back to Bubba J as she gets up as well. They come together with a collar and elbow in the entrance way, but Bubba J with a quick knee doubles Violet over and a DDT plants her on the concrete for good measure. Bubba J mounts her with rights and lefts before snatching a beer bottle from a fan. Bubba J drains the bottle before smashing it into Violet’s face, shattering both it and her nose for good measure. Bubba J lifts her up, dragging her back to the ring by her hair. Violet grabs the ring steps, clocking him in the back of the skull with the top part of the step causing him to drop her like a bad habit. Bubba J stumbles, Violet tripping him up causing his chin to make solid contact with the apron. Violet lifts the step up onto her shoulder and is on the top turnbuckle quickly. Bubba J is beginning to roll off, cause he’s out cold, and Violet leaps driving the step onto the back of his skull in some sort of curb stomp move. Violet rolls the unconscious Bubba J into the ring where she makes the first cover of the match.

One!

Two!
Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Violet Harper!

Bubba J isn’t moving inside the ring, but then again Violet is barely moving as well.

Mikey Massacre: Damn what a battle! Now’s your chance for some Violet love, Rayn!

Rayn: Hey! I’ve got SOME respect, you know!

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Mikey Massacre: You look like David Blazenwing. Your point is invalid.

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Rayn: Hey he looks like me, god damn it!

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Mikey Massacre: Either way? This is a HUGE victory for Violet Harper, and this young lady is definitely on her way up here in REBEL Pro!

Violet gets up, thanks to the assistance of the ropes, as does Bubba J. Bubba J’s eyes don’t look entirely here, one pupil dilated slightly. Bubba J steps out of the ring, wobbling from side to side as he heads backstage as Violet’s music plays over the speakers.

*****Vincent Black versus Chad Kurtis*****

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits and “The Show” Chad Kurtis steps out, tilting his head back his hood falls off his head and he raises his arms. The new pyros systems shoot off, sounding like missiles before exploding all around the arena ceiling and the fans cheer and yell. Kurtis makes his way to the ring throwing off his hoody and sliding into the ring, displaying himself in all his glory.

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JENNY JERSEY: He is “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

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The crowd continues to cheer until “Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits. The words “EXTREME ELITE” appear over the REBELTron and the fans immediately begin a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! Standing in at 6’11 inches tall.

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Vincent Black begins walking down to the ring, and he too raises his arms high in the air as the fans boo at him and throw garbage his way.

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JENNY JERSEY: Representing the EXTREME ELITE!!! He is… VINCENT BLACK!

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Black climbs the steel steps, and enters the ring over the top rope. Kurtis steps forward getting right into his face, fearless as he looks up and the two men exchange a few words.

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RAYN: It’s like Black towers over most of the competition.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: This is why he is so successful, and so feared. His power is literally awe-some.

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RAYN: I wouldn’t count Chad out though. This guy’s a damn living legend.

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DING DING

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Kurtis with a quick left! Kurtis with a quick right, Black barely moves and absorbs the blows with ease. Kurtis bounces off the ropes and comes back with a spinning heel kick to Vincent Black’s face but Black merely bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Kurtis to the canvas hard. He grabs a hold of Kurtis and lifts him back up by the neck. He lifts him for a choke slam but Kurtis kicks his way out of it and hops onto the top rope, off of it and hit’s a springboard drop kick that catches Black hard in the face.

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RAYN: Kurtis showing us that speed can kill power.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: You didn’t want to count Chad out, I wouldn’t count Black out either.

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RAYN: And that folks, is what you call a BACK FIRE! Hah!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: At least the alcohol will sterilize the open cut?

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Kurtis stumbles around and begins bleeding as Black chucks the broken half of his beer bottle away. As Kurtis turns to face Vincent again, Black starts his assault with a vicious knife edge chop, then another! One more! Black wraps his hand around Chad’s neck and lifts him HIGH into the air. Black has the audacity to climb to the middle rope, with Kurtis still dangling by the neck. Black gives Chad one more heave up and then choke slams him from the middle rope to the outside of the ring! Kurtis’ head smashes up off the barricade separating the fans from the action and the crowd is stunned at Black’s visceral attacks! Kurtis struggles to his feet and…

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Holy shit, no way. NO WAY is he thinking what it looks like he’s thinking.

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RAYN: White men CAN jump, Mikey.

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Black climbs up to the top turnbuckle, trying vicariously to balance himself as Kurtis gets to his feet finally, being patted by fans at ringside. Black comes flying off with a double axe handle smash BUT Kurtis jumps out of the way! Black smashes his hands against the same barricade Kurt’s face met. Kurtis quickly asks a fan to get up and hand him his chair. Kurtis with the chair now smacks the side of it against Black’s head! Black stumbles back, Kurtis swing sit and bashes it into Black’s face. Once! Twice! Thrice! Vincent Black just won’t go down!

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RAYN: Did a fan just interfere? Isn’t that illegal kind of?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Silly Rayn. This is REBEL Pro!

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A fourth chair shot finally brings Black down to the ground, the chair itself wrapped around his head. Kurtis wipes his own

blood off his face and then takes a few steps back. He runs forward, hopping onto the ring apron and then spring boarding himself off the apron and hits Prime Time Splash! The crowd goes NUTS and Kurtis gets to his feet, taking a moment to put his arms out and smile for the crowd who’s snapping up pictures. Kurtis lifts Black up by the neck, straining. But he throws Black into the ring, sliding in after him and then covering him.

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KICK OUT!

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Kurtis sits up, breathing heavily in disbelief. Black is bleeding now too but he quickly chops Kurtis in the neck. Chad falls over, coughing and holding his throat. Black is to his feet now and he picks Kurtis up by the neck off the canvas with one hand. Black whips Kurtis into the ropes and puts out a big boot, catching The Show straight in the face! Black now drops to his knees, a lateral press pin.

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RAYN: Is “The Show” over?!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: A venerable black out!

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KICK OUT!

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The crowd cheers loudly for “The Show” Chad Kurtis, and Black scoffs at them as he sits up. Black gets to his feet, lifting Kurtis with him. He shoves Kurtis between his legs to go for his finisher but Kurtis wiggles free and pushes himself out, out of nowhere smashing his elbow against Black’s face forcing him back. Chad Kurtis goes for another springboard dropkick but instead Vincent Black catches him and hit’s The New Hope! The crowd BOOS incredibly loudly, as Black gets to his feet, looking down at the seemingly defeated Chad Kurtis. He laughs at the booing crowd and stomps down Kurtis’ chest, putting one foot over The Show as his cover.

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THR-KICK OUT!

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RAYN: He should’ve covered him properly, he’d have probably won.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Thanks, I don’t think we realized that Rayn.

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RAYN: It’s why I’m here, Mikey.

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Black looks down and goes to stomp down on Kurtis’ neck but Kurtis rolls out of the way and onto the apron. He springboards himself off and goes for a body splash at Black but Black catches him! Kurtis wiggles free, CK FINALE ON VINCENT BLACK! Chad quickly covers, pressing his full weight against Black to hold him down!

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DING DING DING

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JENNY JERSEY: The winner by pinfall… “THE SHOW”…. CHAD KURTIS!!!!

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RAYN: I don’t think this is over, man.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Not by a long shot!

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A brawl erupts between the two as they get to their feet, lefts and rights being exchanged heavily. The back and forth in the ring continues, but now both Black and Kurtis breathe heavily in their corners and wipe the blood from their faces. Just when it seems they’re ready to go back at each other, pyros set off from all four corners of the ring and “I’m A Boss” by Rick Ross begins to play. Vincent Black and Chad Kurtis turn their attention to the entrance ramp. Jeremy Gold steps out, dressed in a fine Armani suit. The crowd applauds him as he steps out with swagger, brushing off his shoulders.

JEREMY GOLD: You know, as much as we’d all love to see you two assholes keep kicking each other in the face and stuff.

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The crowd cheers, Chad Kurtis raises his arm in the air and waves to them. Black scoffs, and fans boo him.

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JEREMY GOLD: I was sitting back stage, the dick that I am, and I thought… Wouldn’t it be funny if I fucked with you guys?

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Black turns to Kurtis, who turns to him.

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JEREMY GOLD: So I figure if you guys love fighting each other so much, making you guys beat each other to death is too easy. And really, you both fought awesome and hard. And then I was thinking? You know what else was awesome? Marina Blue and Emily Corlen teaming with each other, cause who doesn’t love two hot, sweaty chicks with their boobs bouncing around. Am I right?!

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The crowd cheers.

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JEREMY GOLD: So here’s the deal, gentlemen. Next week? Marina Blue and Emily Corlen will team up one more time… And their opponents? Vincent Black! AND CHAD KURTIS!

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The crowd CHEERS and Black and Kurtis look at each other, still bleeding and all, in shock.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No way!

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RAYN: Man he’s high again.

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Gold paces back and forth on the entrance ramp, smiling.

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JEREMY GOLD: That’s not the best part! See I like all four of you. So here’s the deal. In two weeks, the winning team of either Marina and Emily, or Vincent and Chad… Will face each other, one on one, in a cage match… FOR THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TROPHY!!!!

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Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s bringing back the Number One Contenders Trophy?!

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RAYN: Scratch that. He’s also drunk!

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JEREMY GOLD: Then you guys can kick the shit out of each other all you want.

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“I’m A Boss” hits again as Gold drops the microphone and blows kisses to Black and Kurtis, who stare each other down as we fade…

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*****The Golden Era*****

On the REBELTron, we see Gold’s back in his office, his feet

up on is desk and a huge grin over his face. Marvin Humperdink steps in with a camera crew behind him.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: Hey, sir. I was told you wished to see me?

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JEREMY GOLD: Have a seat!

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Marvin nods and takes a seat across Gold, who moves his feet of his desk and stares across at Marvin.

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JEREMY GOLD: When I was given this job, to become the General Manager of REBEL Pro I was asked a few things you know dude? With Larry Gordon getting rested up, and what I thought would be Simon competing in the PWA and not in a psych ward… I was given charge. And I was also given joint access to Simon Kalis’ bank accounts, and thus his small fortune so I could use his money to invest into REBEL Pro. So the first thing I was asked by Simon was not to spend all his money on drugs.

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Gold shrugs.

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JEREMY GOLD: The second was to get a big massive Tron for REBEL Pro like our competition in the AoWF has, and I did that. He said get people pyro cause fans love big explosions and fireworks inside a small space. So I did that too. But the reason I asked you here, was to tell you there was one other change he wanted me to make.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: And what’s that?

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JEREMY GOLD: He said people love REBEL Pro because it’s true to the nature of mankind, purely violent and driven by sex and blood lust. And we can’t really force Lisa Seldon to fight Emily Corlen and Marina Blue in a Bra and Panties Dildo match…

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Gold pauses, rubbing his chin.

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JEREMY GOLD: As awesome as that’d be? We can’t. But what we can do is, especially as REBEL Pro hit’s the national stage, we gotta show the country and the world how we do things in REBEL Pro. And I guess the reason I’m jabbering on and on like this is because while we’ve been talking and the arena lights dimmed, and I’ve had our ring crew redo the ring.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: What? Why’s that?

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JEREMY GOLD: Because as Simon told me before he kicked me in the chest into a swimming pool. This… Is REBEL Pro! Jimmy, turn on the lights in the arena!

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The arena lights turn on and the fans go NUTS when they see the newly remodelled ring.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: You’ve gotta be kidding me.

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RAYN: I knew he’d do that! HAH!

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The camera shows the ring, and it seems almost exactly the same. Except the middle rope is now thick intertwining barbed wire.

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JEREMY GOLD: We at REBEL Pro set the standard on what it is to have your ass handed to you on a bloody silver platter. We set the standard on what is to be tough and what it is to sacrifice it all for glory in the ring. This is REBEL Pro baby!

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: You’re reading off a script Simon Kalis wrote, aren’t you?

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JEREMY GOLD: That’s besides the point. There is ONE more thing though….

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The REBEL Pro logo, AoWF logo and Magee Network logo all flash over the REBELTron.

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JEREMY GOLD: REBEL Pro presents! MONDAY NIGHT AGGRESSION! That’s right folks! Our new nation wide TV deal, puts us in a Monday night time slot. Big things, folks. Big things!

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: But wait… Doesn’t that put REBEL Pro in DIRECT competition with BWF’s Monday Night Havok?

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JEREMY GOLD: Yep.

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: But why?

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JEREMY GOLD: Oh…. Simon made a note of that on this paper here.

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Gold clears his throat

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JEREMY GOLD: Because fuck David Blazenwing, that’s why! Since the AoWF Expansion, we’ve seen a lot of inter-promotional matches between the big four. But if we’re gonna show the world why REBEL Pro is on the rise, we need to take the fight to the world. And what better way… Than a good old fashioned ratings war?!

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MARVIN HUMPERDINK: So you’re saying you explicitly plan to go head to head with BWF Havok?

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JEREMY GOLD: Don’t fuck with REBEL Pro, is what I’m saying Marvin.

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Gold leans back, smirking as he sips some Red Bull as we fade to ringside….

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*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Justin Case versus Hostile©*****

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DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the REBEL Pro Aggression Championship!

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The cameras pan the cheering crowd, before the lights dim and lights like lasers begin flashing across the arena. “Victory” by Puff Daddy hits.

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JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger!

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“The Millennium Game” Justin Case steps out, swaggering out as the spotlight shines solely on him. Hugh Ardone and Russ Silverman step out behind him.

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JENNY JERSEY: Accompanied to the ring by Hugh Ardone and Russ Silverman, he hails from Edmonton, Alberta Canada… He is “The Millennium Game” JUSTIN CASE!

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Justin Case runs up the steel steps, and hit’s a few poses for the fans who give him a mixed reaction. Suddenly “Walk Away” by 5 Finger Death Punch hits and Justin Case turns his attention to the entrance ramp.

RAYN: Didn’t Hostile say that Russ Silverman is a fraud and a phony?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: That he did, but he’s out here now with Justin Case. One of them is lying.

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Hostile steps out from backstage, tilts his head to the side and raises his arms in the air. Pyros explode off at either side of him towards the arena ceiling and the crowd serenades Hostile in boos.

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JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Jersey City, New Jersey! He is your REBEL Pro Aggression CHAMPION…. Representing the Extreme Elite! HOSTILE!!!

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Hostile makes his way down the ring, circling and passing by Hugh Ardone who grips his cane and Russ Silverman who scoffs at him. Justin Case keeps an eye on Hostile who hands off his title to the referee.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: The moment everyone’s been waiting for. After their vicious exchange with each other, Justin Case is looking to once again hold REBEL gold.

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RAYN: And Hostile’s looking to keep it. My brother Simon Kalis fought both Hostile and Justin Case one on one, and he didn’t admit it publicly but he thinks these guys are incredible competitors.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Absolutely.

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DING DING

Hostile and Justin Case lock horns in the middle of the ring, a power struggle ensues between the two. Hostile whips Justin into the ropes and as Case comes back Hostile leaps off his face and takes Case down with a flying shoulder to the head. Justin Case rolls and goes with it, getting back to his feet. Hostile is relentless as he begins throwing quick lefts and rights into Justin Case. Justin takes a few hits but then side steps the next one, grappling onto Hostile and hitting a vicious snap suplex that takes him down. Both men are up quickly and Justin Case follows it up with a hip toss that sends Hostile back to the canvas. But Hostile will not stay down.

RAYN: Hostile’s got the mindset and build of a champion. He’s not going to be taken down with these soft moves.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Of course not, Justin Case isn’t as dumb as Hostile tried to say he was. This is a part of a longer term strategy.

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Hostile and Justin Case lock horns once again, each trying to crush the other in brute power and strength as they push down on one another. Justin Case winks and stops pushing back, and all of Hostile’s pressure throws him forward. Justin Case falls, rolls and flips Hostile into the corner turnbuckle. Hostile catches himself however, and as he turns around Justin Case hits him with a European uppercut, then a kick to the gut and an impact DDT that reverberates throughout the ring.

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RAYN: You see that? They’ve both got some small lacerations from bouncing off the ropes.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: The REBEL Pro ring itself has been turned into a death trap, so you gotta wonder what’ll beat you first? Your opponent? Or the wear and tear from those barbed wire that replaced the middle ropes?

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Justin Case goes to the top rope and balances himself as Hostile begins getting to his feet. Before Justin Case can come off, Hostile literally leaps forward and grabs a hold of him while Case is still standing on the top rope and falls back with The Garden State, a vicious DDT! Hostile ravages Justin Case, applying an STF now on The Millennium Game and showing his technical ability. Justin Case yells that he won’t give up as Hostile continues to apply excessive pressure with the STF.

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RAYN: Wasn’t expecting that. I thought REBEL Pro was full of people who just bashed shit on each other’s heads.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s an over simplification, Rayn. These guys have as much if not more talent than anyone out there.

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Hostile decides to let go of the hold and roll out of the ring, a devilish smirk on his face.

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RAYN: Oh here we go!

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Russ Silverman and Hugh Aredone smack the ring from outside telling Justin Case to get up as Hostile grabs a chair and a barbed wire wrapped bat from under the ring.

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RAYN: Do you guys pay someone to throw all kinds of random shit under the ring for people to use?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s a southern touch, Rayn. You wouldn’t understand.

Hostile rolls into the ring with the chair and barbed wire bat but Justin Case slides out. Justin Case searches under the ring and pulls out a chair and a regular baseball bat himself. Russ Silverman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a canister of lighter fluid and begins pouring it all over the bat Justin Case has, while Hostile bangs his barbed wire bat against the chair in the ring. Hugh Aredone lights the bat and the flames whoosh up and cover almost the entire bat.

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RAYN: Jesus Christ.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh yeah.

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Justin Case slides into the ring with his flaming bat in one hand, the folded chair in the other. Hostile circles him, and now Justin Case is on his feet and circling the ring with Hostile. Both men hold their folded chairs by the handle in the fold, as if they were shields and protecting their upper body with them.

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RAYN: Wait a second. Are these guys using the chairs as shields and the bats as like swords or something?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Only in REBEL Pro, my friend.

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RAYN: Yeah, Gladiators REBEL style.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome to the Danger Zone, folks.

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The two rush forward and bash their chairs against each other. Justin Case holds his flaming bat to Hostile’s face and Hostile pulls himself back so he doesn’t get burned. Hostile steps back and then forward with his chair forward as Justin Case bashes his flaming bat against Hostile’s chair. Hostile falls to one knee, hoisting his chair over his head as Justin Case continues to swing away with the flaming bat. So much lighter fluid was used that flames literally fly off the bat with each strike. Hostile sees his chance and swings his barbed wire bat at Justin Case’s legs, catching him hard in his knee. Justin Case stumbles back trying to stay standing as Hostile gets to his feet and swings his barbed wire bat for Case’s head. Case does what Hostile did and falls to one knee and uses his chair as a shield to protect his face and upper body. Justin Case’s leg is bleeding from where Hostile hit him, but now Case goes for the same move that got him and bashes Hostile in the leg with his flaming bat but he holds it there so the flames can burn. Hostile’s forced to fall back before he’s set on fire.

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RAYN: This is nuts!

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I’d say it’s awesome!

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Justin Case is on his feet and swings his flaming bat at Hostile, and Hostile uses his barbed wire bat to stop it. Case kicks Hostile in the gut and then smacks him upside the head with the flaming bat! Hostile hit’s the ground, dropping his chair and barbed wire bat! Justin Case drops his chair and picks up Hostile’s barbed wire bat and goes to town on Hostile! Justin Case alternates with the flaming bat and the barbed wire bat as he bashes them all across Hostile’s body. Hostile tries to cover his face but as Justin Case hits him and tears his flesh with the barbed wire bat, Case then burns the newly cut wounds with the flaming bat. The fans go nuts, loving every second of it!

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RAYN: Hostile does NOT look good right now.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I figure when he gets cut by the barbed wire, the flames that then burn him sterilize the wounds right?

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RAYN: What a positive outlook!

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Case decides to switch it up and gambles on more aerial offence and heads to the top rope, balancing himself on the top far right turnbuckle as he flies off with a frog splash only to be met with the crunched knees of a very pissed off Hostile. Case bounces off, rattled and clutching his ribs. Hostile pulls himself to his feet as Russ Silverman gets up onto the apron and starts yelling at him. Hostile quickly grabs the flaming bat and whips it at Russ Silverman, giving Justin Case some time to recover. Russ ducks the flaming bat and looks behind him to see where it landed but Hostile grabs the barbed wire bat now and as Russ turns around Hostile whacks him across the face, ripping flesh off his face as he falls off the ring apron and hit’s the ground outside.

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RAYN: So much for his high school coach.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: He’ll be feeling that for a while.

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Justin Case gets right behind Hostile and rolls him up!

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1!

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2!!

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THR-KICK OUT!

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Hostile kicks out and he still has the barbed wire bat near him, so he smashes it against the back of Justin Case’s head. He does it again, and again, and again! Justin Case is bleeding everywhere and looks groggy. Hostile chucks the bat aside and covers with a lateral press.

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2!!

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THR-KICK OUT!

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RAYN: Somewhere, some how… Justin Case had the instinct to kick out.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Same can be said for Hostile after the beating Case put on him with the bats.

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As Case gets to his feet, Hostile’s already ready to go and grabs hold of him. One! Two! Three! Triple German Suplex, each time Hostile aiming to make sure Case landed awkwardly onto the chairs in the ring! Hostile covers again, hooking the legs.

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1!

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2!!

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3!!!

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NO!!! NO!!! JUSTIN CASE KICKS OUT AT THE LAST VERY POSSIBLE MOMENT! Hostile can’t believe it, punching the canvas.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I thought it was over!

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RAYN: We all did.

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Case tries to get himself up and rebound but Hostile with a running punt to the head sends Justin back to the canvas. Justin Case quickly grabs one of the chairs and as Hostile comes at him he bashes the chair into Hostile’s knees. Case to his feet and he smashes the chair down over Hostile’s face. Not once! Not twice! But thrice! Three chair shots and then he drops the chair, grabs hold of Hostile and lays him down with a Fishermans suplex! Case doesn’t go for the cover, instead he goes to the top rope and comes off flying with a shooting star press that dazzles the crowd! Case covers, hooking the legs!

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1!

2!!

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THREEEEE-KICK OUT! HOSTILE KICKS OUT!

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Justin Case rolls over and breathes heavily, wiping the blood off his face as Hostile wipes the blood off his own. Both men are down and out, and exhausted.

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RAYN: Both men have given it their all, it’s like this was for the World title or something.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Definitely, my hats off to them.

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Case rolls himself back over and covers Hostile again!

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2!!

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THREE-KICK OUT!

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Hostile kicks out and uses the ropes to pull himself up, wincing as he wraps his hands around the barbed wire middle ropes.

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RAYN: Yeah those are so new I don’t think he remembered they were there.

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Justin Case starts getting to his feet as well. Hostile’s already on the top rope now, gingerly keeping his balance. He stands up and as Case gets to his feet, Hostile flies off with the New Jersey Head Shot! Case is RIGHT back down on the canvas, and Hostile holds his face in pain since he usually does the move to opponents already down and out. Hostile quickly covers now, hooking a leg.

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2!!

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3!!!

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DING DING DING

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Hostile rolls off Justin Case, breathing heavily.

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JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match and STILL REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…. HOSTILE!!!!!!

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Some people boo Hostile, others cheer to sheer violent match Justin Case and Hostile just had. Case rolls out of the ring as Hostile is handed his REBEL Pro Aggression title.

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RAYN: That was an insane match.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And Hostile tightens his grip even further on the Aggression championship.

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Hostile raises the title high in the air, smirking and triumphant but at the entrance ramp stands Violet Harper. He turns to look at her, and she just nods in his direction.

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RAYN: What’s she doing out here?

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MIKEY MASSACRE: I can only wager a guess.

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Violet points to Hostile and he throws the Aggression title over his shoulder, taps it and motions her to bring it on.

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RAYN: I think Harper’s making a statement, and Hostile sees it clearly.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ll know more, come next week when REBEL Pro Aggression moves to Monday nights!

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We fade with one final shot of Hostile holding the REBEL Pro Aggression title in the air, in triumph.

“The Perfect Drug” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a mixed reaction, leaning heavily on cheers, is Violet Harper.

JENNY JERSEY: From Portsmouth, New Hampshire; she stands at five feet eight inches while weighing in at one hundred and thirty-nine pounds… VIOLET HARPER!

Violet walks down to the ring and climbs up into the ring as the fans slowly die down…

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!
AND I SAY WHAT?
IT AIN’T BRAGGIN’ MOTHER(BLEEP) IF YA BACK IT UP!”
REBEL BANANA!

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, originally from Paducah Kentucky he now hails out of Durham, North Carolina!
He is “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Kurtis slaps hands on the way to the ring, peering out from beneath his hood up at the ring. He makes a circle around ringside for the screaming fans,
then slides in and pops up to the top turnbuckle, flipping his hood back and extending his arms. He tosses his hoodie to the crowd and backflips off the
top to a pop, then turns to face Harper, all seriousness. Referee Alan Stone checking Harper, now comes over to check Kurtis.

BUBBA J: Bunch of pansies, mainly Kurtis, wanting a ruled match… the pussy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad’s been in some of the bloodiest battles in Rebel Pro history.

BUBBA J: Yeah, the pansy has turned soft.

Senior referee Alan Stone looks at both wrestlers, then calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Harper and Kurtis shake hands in the center of the ring to applause from the rowdy REBEL rousers. They circle to start and lock-up, Kurtis taking over with
a top wristlock. Harper looking for an out, reverses it and works to a hammerlock. Kurtis reaches back, trying to grab at Harper, can’t get her, reaches
between the legs… spins around and reverses the hammerlock! Harper reaches up and grabs around Chad’s head, kicks off the ropes, snapmares him over —
but Chad holds on and rolls through, still possessing the hold! Switch into a side headlock, Harper tries to get a back suplex but Chad is too much of a
veteran to put a leg far enough back for Harper to take the leverage. Harper looking for another way out, reaches up, trying to work in Chad’s hands, breaks
free and gets a wrist-lock; immediately reversed by Kurtis, flipping Harper onto her back! Kurtis to an armbar, controlling Harper on the mat. Harper forcing
her way to her feet, gets a leg behind Kurtis’ and begins bending The Show backwards! The top of Chad’s head touches the canvas, Kurtis bridged right over…
Chad drops to his back, rolls backwards, then up and around and arm drags Harper to the canvas! Harper pops up and comes back at Chad, taken down again by
a deep arm drag! One more time, another beautiful arm drag by Chad Kurtis and this time he holds onto the arm bar again. The crowd claps for some beautiful
technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: REBEL is known for violence but that’s not all we bring! Some of the best wrestling in the world right here in REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

BUBBA J: Damn, I want some blood, barbed wire, and beer!

Chad wrenches on the arm, then pulls back Violet’s other arm, wrapping it under his arm pit and bridging back. Harper yells in pain as Chad seems content
to stretch her a little bit. Kurtis lets go of the arm bar, then wraps his hand around Harper’s chin, twisting her neck and torquing on the
woman’s head, other arm still trapped! Referee Alan
Stone asks Violet if she wants to quit, no dice. Chad doesn’t expect to win that easily, but he’s sending a message to Hostile, the Aggression Champion here. Chad lets
go of the upper body, but before Harper can react, he grapevines the legs and turns Harper over with a leg hold! More pain for Harper to experience… but
Harper forces a roll over, frees herself from the leg hold and leaps over to cinch a side headlock on Chad on the mat! Kurtis on the bottom for the first
time in the match, but not for long as he uses his flexibility to headscissor Harper, taking control again. Harper pounds the mat, head being crushed between
Chad’s powerful thighs (the source of his springboard superiority). Harper rolls around, trying to get free… she’s standing on her head? Head-stand by
Violet Harper? She pops out of the hold and tries to kick a seated Chad right in the face, only to get caught and taken right back down into a single-leg
grapevine. Harper right by the ropes this time, however, and she grabs the bottom as Alan Stone tells The Show to break. Separation occurs and Chad winks
at a sore Harper, letting her know just who is in control of this match.

MIKEY MASSACRE: For weeks Violet has wanted a tougher and tougher opponent to face and she now has one in Chad Kurtis.

BUBBA J: I don’t like The Show, in fact I hate The Show with the passion of anything you can name with a lot of passion; but his technical skills are nearly unmatched by anyone in the wrestling business.

Both up to a standing base again, Harper tight-lipped. She knows very well that The Show has shown her up. Some of the crowd even chant “you got served!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Kurtis again wins with a side headlock. Harper tries to break out the way she did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Chad
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Violet Harper, but she tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of The Show, two, a third breaks her free! Harper hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by The Show! Harper skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Harper, Kurtis catches her with a hip toss — blocked! Harper reverses to a hip
toss of her own, but Kurtis lands on his feet! Kurtis with a

quick jab to the gut of Harper doubles her over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Harper stands
straight up, flipping Chad up, again Kurtis lands on his feet! Right hand by Harper, Chad ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Harper fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Chad — NOOO! CHAD AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Harper turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! CK FINALE
— Violet Harper sweeps the legs of Chad quickly, looking for a catapult! Had Kurtis’ finisher well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!
The Show nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Violet turns around, reverse cross body by Chad connects center ring!

ONE!

TWO! Harper kicks out!

BUBBA J: Close call for the brawling beauty.

Chad with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Harper kicks out! Third cover!

One!

Two!

Harper kicks out, using up a lot of energy getting out of those rapid covers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Harper cannot solve The Show!

BUBBA J: Give her time, she’s a graduate of the Frontline Academy, she’s just testing The Show right now.

Back up, The Show snapmares Harper over. Kick to the spine! Harper grimaces in pain but watch Kurtis! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Harper! STANDING MOONSAULT! Cover

one!

two!

Harper out before three. Chad pulls her to his feet, forearm shivers to Harper. He puts the woman into the
corner… vicious chop! Irish whip across the ring, Harper hard into the turnbuckles. Kurtis in with a charge, Harper gets the boot up in Chad’s face! Chad
stumbles out, turning around, and Harper grabs him from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX — INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Chad crumbles in the corner as Harper henry ford pharmacy rolls to her
hands and knees, trying to gain her breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE CORNER! That could be the opening Harper needs to finally take control of this contest!

BUBBA J: Told you, now go and kick The Show’s ass!

Harper sees Chad getting to his feet, holding the back of his head, and quickly hooks the man for a SNAP suplex. Harper measures Chad, big boot to the side
of the man’s head. Again he hooks Chad up, suplex attempt, Kurtis blocks! Trying one of his own, Harper legblocks that, and finally gets the vertical suplex!
Harper with a cover…

One!

Two!

Chad out well before three. Harper hooks a chinlock, Chad fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Chad leaps
and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Harper ducks, she’s done her homework and knows all about Chad’s springboard preferences. Chad
turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Harper, sending Chad right overhead! Kurtis slower to get up this time, Harper hits
the ropes —
RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!
Chad sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! SHOWTIME! Kurtis pops back to his feet —
STANDING SHOOTING STAR!

ONE!

TWO!

Harper ROLLS THE SHOULDER!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just like that, Kurtis able to swing the match back in his favor! The man can potentially utilize every single square inch of that ring as
an ally…

Kurtis picks up Harper and perches her… on the top rope? He climbs up, Harper fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, she shoves
Chad off! Chad lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINER! Harper hits the canvas, prone, Chad points to the turnbuckle! The crowd rises
to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!
“BEST!”
“MOONSAULT!”
“EVERRRRROHHHHHHHH!”
Harper gets the knees up right into the soaring Kurtis’ mid-section! No way even The Show could change direction after committing like that! Harper rolls
to her feet as Kurtis gasps for breath, doubled-over….
YAKUZA KICK!
And this time Harper connects, full speed right to the side of Chad’s head! Harper hooks the leg

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT! Crowd yelling and screaming for this
match, they don’t know who they want to win, they’re just INTO IT! Harper throws some right hands to The Show and puts him in the corner. Irish whip! Chad
hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Harper with a running big boot attempt, Chad slides BETWEEN the third and second ropes to the outer canvas! What the?
Hooks Harper — REVERSE STO INTO THE ROPES?! Ropes between the two, Chad snapped Harper’s throat off the top rope with an… unorthodox use the price of viagra of the reverse
STO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He is definitely the Innovator of Offense here in Rebel Pro!

BUBBA J: Why don’t you go and marry him already, since you are in so much love with The Blow.

Harper picking herself up, Chad still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Chad slammed down
to the canvas, Harper off the ropes, Chad rising to his feet…
ROARING ELBOW! Chad hits the canvas hard and Harper covers

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Kurtis out! Harper picks her man up, says it’s over, looking for THE Purple Haze…
but Chad fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Harper, hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Chad’s momentum spins him around,
Harper gets a backdrop CUTTER! Harper CUTTER! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—
NOOOOOO! CHAD KICKS OUT!

Harper looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Harper picks Chad up,
looking for a vertical suplex — Chad flips out at the apex! BEHIND Harper —
SUPERKICK! BLOCKED! Harper with a superkick of her own! Connects! Kurtis is prone, Violet to the outside…
630 Degree Senton!

ONE!

TWO!
THRE—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now it’s The Show’s turn to be in disbelief! Harper got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

BUBBA J: Come on now, that has to be three, Stone counting slow in his old age.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I admit, it was close, too close for me to agree or disagree.

Violet picks Chad up, whip into the ropes. Reversal by Chad, Whisper In The Wind from Violet puts Chad down on the canvas. Asai Moonsault, Violet with another cover!

One!

Two!

Thre–

Chad, reflexively, with the shoulder up preventing the loss. Violet pulls Chad up, whip into the ropes, rolling knee strike to the gut. Violet off the ropes, Shining Wizard!

BUBBA J: Violet busting out some of her favorite moves, big time moves putting The Show down!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never count The Show out, you and I both know that.

Violet pulls Chad back up, Bridged German Suplex for another cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–

Shoulder up.

Violet makes another quick cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–
Chad with another kick out, but it was closer to three this time. Violet drops a quick knee onto Chad’s forehead before climbing up top..

MIKEY MASSACRE: Corkscrew 630 Degree Senton!

BUBBA J: Violet with the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

NO! Chad manages to somehow get a shoulder up right before Alan’s hand slaps the canvas. Violet is upset, the crowd is gasping and still standing. Some fans are standing on their chairs, some are shoving trying to get a better view. Violet waits back…

BUBBA J: She’s going…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Purple Haze!

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Violet Harper!

Violet gets back up, leaning heavily on the ropes, nodding at Chad, who was a tougher opponent; the toughest yet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where are you going?

Chad rolls out of the ring as “The Perfect Drug” hits back up in the speakers.

“Attitude” by The Misfits slowly dies away to be replaced with…

“I’m A Rebel” and that only means one thing… Larry Gordon walking out with a cane? And looking paler than a bleached white sheet? The crowd, a bit shocked, still give Gordon a standing ovation, but you can tell they are definitely worried for the Rebel Pro Owner. Gordon steps up the corner steps and Jenny Jersey is there to hold the ropes open for her boss and friend. Gordon receives the microphone from Jenny and thanks her off-mic for her kindness.

“Hello Rebel fans…”

Gordon is noticeablly shaken and not at his full strength, in fact probably around fifty percent, if that. However, the fans still cheer him on, the man smiling his gratitude and appreciation for their faithfulness.

“Right now, I should be back at home… I should not be here, instead resting…”

The crowd hushes, noticing that it is difficult for Larry to speak much louder than a whisper.

“I had to fight to even get out of the hospital yesterday in order to come here. In fact, when the doc finds out that I’m not at home resting… I’ll probably be ordered back into the hospital and put under lock and key.”

He laughs, but a tear rolls down his cheek at the seriousness of his condition.

“But let me explain my condition to you all, it is you that is my family as well and deserve to know.”

Another tear and the crowd is getting really somber.

“Last week, I had a massive heart attack right inside this ring.”

He pauses to catch his breath and to try to get it under control.

“Last week, they brought me back from death twice so that I wouldn’t be leaving this Earth. They said that I needed to lose weight… a lot of weight.”

He rubs his belly and smiles through the tears.

“As if I didn’t already know that one…”

He chuckles, the crowd does as well to help him along.

“But they said that coupled with my weight, the way I eat, and the stress of running a business in this economy… brought it on.”

He holds up a hand.

“But it is also due to the fact that I’ve been negotiating a national tour and TV deal for Rebel Pro which greatly increased the stress level.”

Again he holds up the free hand.

“But you are all well worth it and given the chance, I’d do it again because I love this company, Ilove you fans…”

He is getting really emmotional now.

“Which is why the next information comes so hard…”

He fights the tears and emmotion back.

“I’ve got a few options here. One I can sell Rebel Pro.”

The crowd boos a little.

“I know, but Ilove you all and Rebel Pro is my livelihood, as well as what I love. Two, I can null and void the National TV deal as well as National tour…”

The crowd cheers a bit, they’d rather have Rebel, even if it means no National TV coverage.

“But I’ve chosen the third option instead…”

The crowd huses.

“With the major medical bills I piled up last week, the stress level, and the fact that I love Rebel Pro and want it to remain active, go on tour, and get the TV deal for National coverage…”

The crowd still hushed.

“I’ve decided to sell nearly half of Rebel Pro to…”

The crowd gasps at the mentioning of selling nearly half of Rebel Pro.

“To Simon Kalis…”

The crowd sits back shocked, and remain quiet as Gordon holds up his hand.

“I’m not sure who he is going to have come in and run Rebel Pro, but he has assured me that most things will stay the same, as well as since I own fifty-one percent of the company… I get final say so on all things concerning Rebel Pro.”

He smiles, but its through tears.

“It is truly the best thing for all of us because Simon has promised to do the best that he can, infuse Rebel with money that I could not afford to do with the rising medical bills, and give you all the hardcore action that you… that you…”

Gordon thumps his heart, but he holds up his free hand.

“That you all deserve.”

He smiles at the entire crowd.

“So, you may not see me for a while…”

Gordon turns, if possible, even whiter as the blood drains from his face.

“But I’ll still be… here…”

Gordon smiles.

“So, without further adue… Simon Kalis!”

Gordon leans in the corner, resting as much as he can as Simon comes from the back and to the ring.

“Remember The Name” by Fort Minor hits over the speakers as Simon Kalis steps out, his long time agent and friend Jeremy Gold at his side. Kalis adjusts the collar to his black and red Armani pinstripe suit as he slaps the hands of fans, Gold applauding in Gordon’s direction. Kalis and Gold step into the ring, and immediately Simon shakes Gordon’s hand.

SIMON KALIS: First off, before anything else? Let’s show Gordon some love folks.

Kalis begins applauding as does everyone in the arena tonight. Gordon nods in his direction.

SIMON KALIS: Mr. Gordon has always been the best owner to work for, he has always shown us he cares about the success of everyone in REBEL Pro and through the hard times and the good he has never waivered in his commitment to REBEL Pro.

The crowd cheers more, Kalis throws Gordon a friendly wink.

SIMON KALIS: I want to assure you all that I won’t be coming in here to suddenly change what makes REBEL Pro one of the best places to fight in the entire world. And while I now own 49% of this company, I won’t be here every week taking away from the great talent that gives their all week in and week out here in REBEL Pro. This won’t become the Simon Kalis Show, as I’m sure many people are now beginning to wonder… Because to ensure there are no conflicts of interest, after tonight I will no longer be competing in REBEL Pro.

The crowd boos, as Gold quietly speaks with Larry Gordon.

SIMON KALIS: I will in fact, be naming Jeremy Gold as the General Manager of REBEL Pro. He will take over the day to day operations of REBEL Pro, as Larry gets himself the proper rest and medical attention he needs. I will infuse my own capital to ensure that you guys get the best show you can have, and we’ll show the world what it is to be a REBEL!

The crowd cheers as Kalis throws the microphone to the ground. Kalis walks over to Gordon to check on him and help him out of the ring. Kalis raises Gordon’s hand as he helps Larry backstage and the crowd cheers as Gold follows them both, waving to the REBEL Pro fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve been informed by Mr. Rob Martinez, that if Vincent Black does not win the following match he will be suspended until further notice.

BUBBA J: He can’t do that shit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He can… and he did.

BUBBA J: Shut the hell up you bearded freak!

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a huge ovation is Kris Klondike.

JENNY JERSEY: From Campbell River, British Columbia; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and eighty-one pounds… KRIS KLONDIKE!

Kris makes his way into the ring, a new task for him tonight; keep Vincent Black from returning to full time Rebel Pro action.

“Carbomb” hits up and the crowd boos heavily.

JENNY JERSEY: Next making his way to the ring from Glens Falls, New York, and weighs in at three hundred forty one pounds… VINCENT BLACK!

Black strolls down to the ring, shrugging off the boo’s of the fans. He jumps up to the ring apron and takes a huge step over the ropes, walking right up
to Kris and staring down the inches between their respective heights. Kris merely stares right back up to Black before referee Jimmy Johnson tries
to get in-between them to break it up before the bell rings. Black pushes Johnson aside, which makes him furious. He starts shouting at Black, warning
him if he doesn’t move back he will forfeit the match to Kris. Black blows his nose at Johnson and walks back to a corner. Johnson nods to Kris who then
dives at the back of Black while Johnson calls for the bell.

BUBBA J: That’s bullshit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It isn’t like you haven’t done worse.

BUBBA J: That’s different.

Black gets knocked into the corner, dropping to the middle rope as Kris stomps a hole right through him, much to the fans delight. He grabs Black by the
hair while Johnson casually looks away to bring him to his feet, and throws him against the ropes. Black comes bounding off the ropes straight into a swinging
neckbreaker by Kris. Kris calls for a big elbow, climbing to the top rope. Black notices, however, and is back on his feet jumping to the middle
rope and meeting Kris up top. They trade blows for a moment before Black repositions Kris so he has both feet on onside of the turnbuckle and is leaning
across it, back to the sky. Black, with his back to the ring, grabs the arms of Kris and flicks back into a beautiful top rope pump-handle slam.

BUBBA J: That’s it, kick his little woody ass!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You are really into this match, aren’t you?

Vincent Black stares at the crowd as Kris lies twitching on the mat. He turns back to Klondike, pulling him up to his feet and sending him against the ropes.
When he returns Black jumps in the air and places a perfect boot on Kris’ face, dropping him instantly. Black then proceeds to place a huge leg drop on Kris. Pulling him up again, he sets him up for a suplex, but Kris blocks it with his leg reversing it into a great suplex of his own. Too tired to make
any move from it, both men lay on the mat, trying to get their breath back.

BUBBA J: Get up Vincent, kick his ass and get your contract back!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Vincent starting to stir here.

Black is on his feet again, hunched over and waiting for Kris to get to his feet before he makes his move. As Kris turns around, Black brings him up for
a spinebuster and drops. On his head, as Kris reverses the move into a DDT. The fans go crazy, chanting for Kris endlessly as he draws strength from the
crowd. He pulls Black up to his feet, and leaves him standing dazed as he ascends to the top rope. Before he has a chance to jump though, Black hits him
with a huge uppercut, dropping Kris to a sitting position. He places Kris’ legs on his shoulders, turns around and drops a huge New Hope on Zeke,
who cripples as soon as the move hits.

BUBBA J: Here ya go big man.

Black makes a cover as Jimmy Johnson takes the count almost to a three, before Black rolls off and smiles at Johnson, wagging his finger. The fans boo as
Black starts to inflict even more punishment on his downed opponent. Johnson constantly checks on Kris as Black starts mocking the referee, asking Kris
if he’s ok before giving him another forearm to the head, then checking again. Johnson pushes Black away and has words with him in the corner. Black looks
pissed and spits on Johnson before pushing him out the way and charging at Kris.

BUBBA J: Get out of the way Johnson, you might get hurt too… ha ha ha ha.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think Black made a mistake there.

BUBBA J: Vincent is back and kicking ass!

A well-timed drop toe-hold brings the big six foot eleven inch Vincent Black face first on the mat. Kris then starts applying a leg lock to the right leg
of Black. Letting go of the hold he drops a few knees of his own onto the leg to keep it hurting before applying a simple leg lock on it again, holding
and stretching the leg out as Black tries to reach for a ring rope. Johnson sees Black reaching for the ropes, and gets right in between Black’s hand and
the ropes while he is checking if Black is going to tap out. Black tries to push him aside but can’t in the current situation as Kris pulls back even harder
on his leg. Black finally wriggles free by landing a kick with his other leg against Kris’ chest, and crawling to the corner.
He pulls himself up to his feet and charges at Kris as soon as he gets to his feet, but drops half way across the ring and clutches at his knee. The
fans start laughing as Black starts swearing loudly to Klondike, Jimmy and the fans. Kris drops another knee onto Black, causing him to cry out again, then
drops a large knee right on Black’s head. That one he doesn’t cry out to, he just lays there. Kris calls for a big time knee drop!

BUBBA J: Fall you dumb bastard!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kris going for a killing shot!

He takes a huge dive from the top rope, but Black quickly rolls out the way, leaving Kris hitting the mat hard. Black struggles to his feet and pulls up
Kris, setting up The New Hope here. As he tries to bring Kris onto his shoulders, his knee gives way and lands a half-hearted powerbomb into a cover
as Johnson makes the count.

One!

Two!

Thre

Kris with a shoulder up!

BUBBA J: What a damn slow count!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was normal, you are just pulling for Vincent.

BUBBA J: Like I’d ever pull for Klondike, the Canuk.

Black starts getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes, but Kris is up quicker and right back on the offensive, grabbing Black and setting up Big Timber(tombstone
piledriver), but Vincent counters with a tombstone piledriver of his own! Black lifts Kris up, New Hope!

BUBBA J: My boy just broke the fuck outta him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black going for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving his full contract back to compete here in Rebel Pro… Vincent Black!

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

~Commercial hyping up Danger Zone, live from the Harold Alfond Arena in Orono, Maine~

We come back from commercial break with both men already in the ring and waiting for the opening bell.

DING DING

Ace wastes no time in delivering a right hand shot that rocks Justin back on his heels. Justin ducks a haymaker from Ace, getting inside his reach delivering a double fist to Ace’s chin sending him stumbling back instead. Justin with a hip toss has Ace on his back. Justin with a leg drop, but Ace rolls out of the way and up to his feet delivering a roundhouse kick, but Justin ducks under lashing out with a kick of his own.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Ace avoids that kick from Case as these two continue going back and forth.

BUBBA J: Honestly, I think Ace has this one in the bag, Case has talent but lacks a little something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What?

BUBBA J: Where is that drive when he was going after the World Title? I think he left his balls in his manager’s pocketbook.

Justin dives forward with a shoulderblock, but Ace leaps over him and to the top rope. Ace springs back, coming down with a kick to Justin’s temple, but Case catches Ace…

Spinebuster!

BUBBA J: Like, where is the hardcore?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never been Justin’s style, he doesn’t need it.

Justin pulls Ace up to his feet, delivering right after right into his face until Ace’s back is against the ropes. Ace with a fall back sending himself and Case over the top. Ace holds onto the top rope before flipping himself back into the ring. Justin gets up to his feet as Ace comes flying over the top, crashing into Justin with a plancha sending them both into the railing that protects the fans.

BUBBA J: Holy Mackeral.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace with a dive that connects and moves the barricade back a few inches!

Ace pulls Case up, nailing him in the jaw with a stiff right hand before he drags his face across the barricade and dropping him throat first across the barricade for good measure. Ace whips Justin into the ring post, Case smashing into it with a resounding thunk.

BUBBA J: If Case genuine cialis online uk wants to kiss something, he orta pick your mom.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah I kn… hey shut the fuck up!

Ace lifts Justin up, but Case has a few elbows for Ace’s midsection before lifting his knee to meet Ace’s face with a crunch. Justin looks up at the sound, a smirk on his face as well as a line of blood. He lifts Ace’s head up, blood pouring from his nose as he slams it on the table where Bubba J and Mikey sit announcing. Justin smears Ace’s face across the table before smashing it onto the table for good measure right in front of Mikey. Justin whips Ace towards the ring, but Ace counters sending Justin into the apron instead. Justin arches his back as Ace comes flying onto the apron, landing on Justin’s shoulders. Case drops him with a spinebuster just as Ace tries for a hurricanrana on the unforgiving floor. Ace arches his back in pain as Justin lands the move and tries to catch his breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth action here from Justin and Ace, both bringing some major intensity.

BUBBA J: Maybe Justin has found his balls in that pocketbook, or he could only have one nut, which is totally better than none at all.

Justin leans forward, slapping the spit right out of Ace’s mouth before he brings him up to a standing position. Justin with a knee lift, but Ace catches the knee, spinning Justin around and nailing a bulldog onto the floor that gets him a brief ressput at the least. Ace digs under the ring, pulling out a kendo stick, a chair, and a cheese grater? Ace looks at the items, tossing them into the ring, but he holds onto the cheese grater, bringing it down across Justin’s back for good measure and a ton of pain to the former Rebel Pro World Champion. Ace lifts Case up, slamming the grater down Justin’s pants and lifting it up and down vigorously; Justin howls in pain(as any man would) and fights Ace off with a few well placed rights and lefts.

BUBBA J: Ace grating that fromunda cheese.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fromunda cheese?

BUBBA J: That cheese fromunda Case’s nuts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sick.

BUBBA J: Fuck yeah its sick, now look.

Ace swipes the grater across Case’s face sending him back. Justin fires off with a right though, backing Ace up against the apron. Case levels him with an elbow strike before rolling him inside the ring. Justin follows in, setting up the steel chair. Justin lifts Ace up, whipping him into the ropes…

Arn Anderson Spinebuster!

Yeah, right onto the chair, breaking it with the first time its used in this match and Ace may be out cold. Justin with the first cover of the match.

One!

Two!

Thr

Ace with a shoulder up as a beer bottle comes flying in from the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There is a trash can beside you, ya know.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but now they can use it in the match without ever leaving the comforts of the ring.

Ace clocks Case over the skull with the bottle smashing it into bits and causing Justin to bleed even heavier. Justin rolls up to his feet as Ace rolls up to his as well. Collar and elbow lockup, Case with a thumb to the eyes and a knee to the gut.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just Too Talented!

BUBBA J: I think, Case may have found his balls, but like I said at least one of ‘em.

Case makes the cover after Ace’s head lands on the dented steel chair.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Millennium Game” Justin… Case!

Case rolls up to his feet, leaning backwards on the ropes as the crowd boos heavily and the blood pours down his face from the wounds Ace Olen inflicted upon his personage in this match. Justin looks down with distaste on his face at Ace as Hostile jumps the barricade! Hostile in the ring nailing Case from behind with a lead pipe.

BUBBA J: Now, that is what I’m talking about!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What attacking someone after a match?

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

Justin stumbles forward, but Hostile is there nailing him in the back of the skull again before lifting him up and piledriving his head on top of the chair. Hostile lifts Justin back up, him being out on his feet, and whips him into the corner. Hostile spots the kendo stick and picks it up before going to damn town on Case’s face and midsection.

BUBBA J: Kick his ass and protect that title!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why don’t you go and join?

BUBBA J: Normally I would, but I ate Mexican at El Jalapeno’s for supper and I think its gave me the shits.

Hostile with a choke hold, using the kendo stick for leverage, sends Justin out cold. Hostile climbs up top, diving off with the New Jersey Head Shot. Hostile stands back up, breathing a little heavy…

HOSTILE: Next week Case, you find out… why I am the Aggression Champion. You think you can rule this fucking show?

Hostile sneers.

HOSTILE: Well, bitch, I’m going to rule you next week.

Backstage at the Aggression Arena, we find rookie talent Violet Harper once again knocking on Larry Gordon’s door. She’s dressed to impress with a low-cut top and a tight black skirt. She gives the camera a smile.

Rob Martinez: ENTER!

It’s not Larry, though. It’s Rob Martinez, Larry’s temporary replacement until Larry is fit to come back as the leader of RPW. We all hear Mr. Martinez is a nice guy, though. Violet opens the door to find two men in his office.

Rob Martinez: Hello Miss Harper, we’ve been expecting you.

Violet looks a little confused, but sits down regardless with a smile. Both men are trying hard to keep their eyes focused. Yes, she really is that hot. We’re not kidding.

Violet Harper: Mr. Martinez, and…I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure?

BUBBA J: Name’s Bubba, Miss Harper. I’ve been calling your matches since you came into Rebel and I must say, I have been impressed with ya so far.

Violet Harper: Well, Bubba, thank you.

She drifts into a southern accent to please him.

Violet Harper: It’s nice to meet you.

Rob Martinez: Bubba here is the answer to the question you’re about to ask me, Miss Harper. Larry left me with explicit instructions to make this happen.

Violet Harper: And what question is that, Mr. Martinez?

Rob Martinez: You want to continue to prove yourself here in RPW, correct?

Violet nods. Bubba’s got a big grin on his face.

Rob Martinez: Well, this man right here is a two-time Rebel Pro World Champion. He’s a legend in this company, and if anyone can really test your merit and push you past your limit, it’s him.

Violet smiles.

Violet Harper: Well that sounds great, Mr. Martinez. I’m not tryin’ to step on a lot of toes, but I just have this ambitious streak inside of me. I see what I want, I get what I want.

Rob Martinez: Very well, Violet. We applaud your ambition and that’s why at Danger Zone next week you’re going to have a match with Bubba J!

We can hear the crowd pop on that announcement. Bubba J returns to a Rebel ring, if only for one night.

BUBBA J: I’ll beat that ass good, Violet. Don’t you worry, you’re gonna get everything ya want and more.

Violet gives Bubba a smirk.

Violet Harper: We’ll see if you can really hang with me inside that ring, Bubba.

Bubba nods and Violet gets up from her seat, leaving the office and shutting the door behind her. The camera is still inside Larry’s office.

Bubba J: Hot damn that’s a fine-ass woman, Rob. Thank you.

Rob Martinez: Hey, I don’t want a sexual harassment suit to come out of this. It’s a wrestling match.

Bubba J: You got it, boss.

Cut back to ringside, where hopefully Bubba J makes it back in time to call the main event.

The two circle the ring out of each other’s reach, fainting the occasional kick and shot. That is until Lisa circles ‘round to the corner where Jeremy Gold happens to be standing on the apron yelling at her, and belts him between the eyes, where upon he falls to the floor covering up. At that Kalis lunges forward but Lisa feels it coming and dodges aside and then catches him on the turn with two kicks to the stomach. Kalis catches the third and launches her back, but Lisa rolls through and shoots forward with another that Kalis passes by. He then drops with a Legsweep that Lisa leaps over and then trades with a kick aimed at his head that he flattens out to dodge. This leaves Lisa standing with her back to him and leaping up into a Standing Moonsault, which she lands on her feet when Kalis gets up his knees. She then throws up an Axe Kick for good measure, digging her heel into the mat when Kalis rolls out under the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa trying to press the early advantage and Kalis wisely stops it.

BUBBA J: Call it like it is. He pussied out of a fight.

The fans applaud their efforts but Lisa is far from done and hits the ropes to fire herself toward Kalis, who easily steps aside. Lisa however keeps running, bouncing off the ropes and flying the other way, where she takes flight over the ropes and comes crashing down atop Jeremy Gold.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jeremy Gold gets annihilated on the floor!

Kalis moves in and whips Lisa hard to the rail before taking a second to help up his friend. He then leaps aside as Lisa comes running, letting Gold take the impact from a Yakuza Kick that turns him inside out. Lisa then turns and walks into Kalis, who presses her up into the air and lets her fall gut first onto the nearest rail.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa gets carried away on the attack and pays for it.

BUBBA J: Took that shot like a champ though.

Kalis then pulls Lisa to her feet and smashes her face first off the apron before thrusting her into the ring, sending her feet first in while leaving her head under the bottom rope, where he cracks her with an elbow for good measure. Kalis then jumps up to the apron, takes two steps and then comes down with a Legdrop across her chest, knocking the wind from her and sending her back through the ropes. Kalis then follows her in, pulling Lisa off the mat and taking a shot in the stomach the backs him up. The two then square off again, but Kalis is suddenly thrust aside when Jeremy Gold rushes in and crashes through Lisa Seldon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Cat fight!

Jeremy sits up on top of Lisa throwing some hilarious punches and slaps, right up until the point where she grabs him by the hair and pulls him off. Lisa then steps back to her feet, bringing Gold up with her at arms length. He cowers and covers his face, which doesn’t at all help him when Lisa pulls him in and sticks a knee into his chest that buckles out his legs, or at least would if Lisa didn’t pull him back up standing and into a straight left hand that leaves little cartoon birds spinning around his head.

BUBBA J: This kid has taken more shots to the face than your mother.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Momma Massacre was a saint!

With intermission over, Lisa turns around and walks right into a Thrust Kick from Kalis, sending her to the floor. Kalis then follows up with an Elbow Drop for good measure. He then settles into a Chinlock and gives Jeremy Gold a kick to get him back off the mat. When he finally does, Kalis and Gold each take an arm and whip Lisa to the ropes and catch her with a Double Shoulder block on the return. Jeremy seems quite pleased with his contribution thus far and throws up a hand fro a high-five, but Kalis shoots him a look that goes a long way toward implying that Shoulderblocks do not earn high-fives. Instead they pick her up off the mat again and put her into a corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both men teaming up on Lisa now, who really brought this on herself.

BUBBA J: Can’t blame her. I’d punch that fuck in the face every chance I get too.

Lisa is then whipped across the ring and buried hard into the buckles. Jeremy is then sent after her leaving Kalis to gather his bearings in the corner, but turning his back to the action turns out to be a mistake when Lisa rushes out of the corner, ducking a Clothesline from Gold and then leaping into a rolling Koppu Kick on Kalis that rattles the back of his head. Lisa then fights back up and turns in time to catch Gold running in; who immediately skids to a halt, falls to the mat and covers up his face. Lisa instead moves in behind him and sends a kick down his spine before pulling him back off the mat from behind. Lisa then tags him with a few shots and leaps up for the finishing touch, or at least she would if he hadn’t already collapsed in a heap.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Gold saves himself from the worst of it.

BUBBA J: For now, but he aint safe.

Lisa steps right over Gold to go back at Kalis, but the second she’s in front of him Gold leaps up and grabs her around the waist. Gold reaches back with all his might but can’t get her off the ground and eats an elbow for his troubles. He holds on though, even if only to stop her turning around and murdering him, but the hold allows Kalis to run in, catching Gold around the waist as he holds onto Lisa.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s gonna kill them both!

Lisa tries to catch the ropes but Kalis pulls back and then buries his feet. Gold’s face pales but he can’t stop it, and Kalis arches back, pulling both Lisa and Gold off the ground and burying them both with a Double German Suplex, Gold laying in a heap and Lisa spilling across the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Huge fucking burst of power from Simon Kalis.

BUBBA J: Fuck off, the weight about 300 pounds between them.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t see you lifting three hundred pounds. Except from that beer gut.

BUBBA J: Packed full of only the best.

Lisa is clearly rattled as she clambers up, but not as much as Gold, who gets slapped upside the head by Kalis for his troubles.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dissension in the ranks.

BUBBA J: I think it’s more like boyfriend troubles.

Simon gives Gold a push for getting involved, who in turn complains about Lisa punching him in the face. Lisa is working her way into a corner, but she’s the least of anyone’s troubles as Gold and Kalis go back and forth.

BUBBA J: Why is this douchebag even allowed in the ring?

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s the rules of Rebel Pro. No DQs, no outs.

BUBBA J: No I meant the other one.

Apparently with no intention of leaving, Gold moves in behind Kalis on the attack again, earning him some spite from the fans. However that all turns when another figure sprints down to the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the hell? That’s…

BUBBA J: Anna Mathews.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anna Mathews of Victory Wrestling!

BUBBA J: Guess she brought some back up. You know anytime you get into it with Kalis that he’s going to be surrounded by every fucking leach and nobody he can find.

Anna rushes the ring, passed Kalis and into Gold with a Dropsault, putting them both to the mat. Kalis then moves to stamp down on her but she rolls to safety and into the corner of Lisa Seldon. With one too many people, three of whom are actually wrestlers now, the referee finally steps in to address the balance.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like they’re throwing this match out.

BUBBA J: Bullshit. Just get the kike and the batshit crazy bitch out of the ring and get this thing restarted.

The referee goes to call for the bell but both Lisa and Kalis warn him off. There’s some back and forth between them, leading to the referee calling for the announcer. A few of the fans closest hear what’s about to happen and pick up a cheer.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just be informed that this match will restart as a Tornado Tag Team Match.

Gold is stunned. Not least of all when Anna floats across the ring with a Spinning Heelkick. Meanwhile Kalis and Lisa rush into the fight, each putting up and burying Yakuza Kicks. The two back off then for just a second, before Kalis hurls a vicious Chop into Lisa’s chest with enough force to put her down. He holds onto her arm though and pulls her back up, only to put her down with a second. He then fires off a third, but Lisa ducks this one and ends up behind him, where she throws a kick overhead and just catches him on the dome as he goes to duck. Lisa then jumps to her feet and spies Anna on the apron looking to get back into the fight. Lisa then takes a run at her and Anna jumps up into a Springboard, just as Lisa flies between the top and middle ropes to take out Gold on the floor. Meanwhile Anna comes off toward Kalis, who just manages to get his head together and pluck her out of midair, where he sticks her to the mat with a beautiful Sitout Powerbomb.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anna shoots in but Kalis buries her! And the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And out! He might have winded her for a second but she’s far from done in this one.

Kalis rolls her to her feet and catches her for a Suplex, snapping her over and straight into the canvas. He then rolls through and brings her into the air for a second, but Anna floats over and lands out on the apron. She holds onto the ropes and shoots a kick that he manages to duck, but a Shoulderthurst from Kalis gets dodged as well, leaving him open for Anna to catch him with a Legdrop across the back of the head. Kalis then falls back through the ropes and onto his back.

BUBBA J: Maybe I was wrong. Watching these chicks fuck up Sinbad and his sidekick might be the highlight of my night.

Anna comes over the ropes and down with a Senton that Kalis rolls to the apron to avoid, but doesn’t get a second to breath as Lisa Seldon comes off the top-rope, pointing two knees and driving them into his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis avoids one shot but then gets buried with the Horror Pop from Lisa.

BUBBA J: I wonder if he’s realising about now that teaming with a guy who can’t wrestle was a mistake. A shit, no he isn’t, he does that with Emily Corlen all the time, so why would it change now.

Lisa rolls a whole mess of Kalis back into the ring toward Anna, who leaps with a huge standing knee-tuck Moonsault on Kalis for the pin.

1

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis escapes at two!

Anna rolls off of Kalis and crosses the ring with a Dropkick on Gold, currently pulling himself up on the apron. She then leaves the ring to go after him as Lisa perches herself on the top-rope, waiting for Kalis to rise.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa waiting on him to rise.

Kalis gets to his feet as Lisa comes off the top-rope with her knees aimed at his face, but Kalis stumbles to one side and catches her around the waist, holding her in place for just a second before dropping down and smashing her knees first into the canvas. He then rolls backwards, onto his feet and into the ropes, returning with a knee that rips through her face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis opens up huge with that shot. These two have gone back and forth on each other all night.

Kalis doesn’t get a second to celebrate though as he spies Anna leaping in off the ropes, but he steps up big and crushes her with a Huge Bicycle Kick in the chest that blasts her back through the ropes. Kalis then turns back to Lisa, dragging her off the ground and into Muay-Thai Clinch, where he digs a knee into her chest. Lisa bends over and Kalis moves around to her side, putting up his leg and burying his foot into the back of her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Remembrance Kick! And Lisa goes down!

Lisa drops to her knees and Kalis flattens her out for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No! Only a two!

Lisa rolls onto her front as Kalis grabs a hold of Gold and points him toward the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Big finish coming up, I can feel it.

Kalis gets behind Lisa as Gold moves out onto the apron, where he points it Kalis and tells him how great this next move is going to be. Kalis shakes his but lifts Lisa up onto his shoulders and Gold leans back for the jump, but what neither of them see is Anna creeping up just around the corner, and just before Gold goes she goes first, springing to the top-rope and leaping off with a twist, catching Gold around the head as he gets to the top-rope and snapping back, burying him with a huge top-rope Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was huge!

BUBBA J: I’d have taken him out with a bat but I suppose that’ll do.

Meanwhile Lisa sticks Kalis with a series of punches to the head, easing up his grip and allowing her to spin around on his shoulders and toss him into a corner with a Hurricanrana of her own. Kalis moves forward but Lisa comes running, smashing him with a Shotgun Dropkick in the chest that shoots him back into the corner. In the opposite corner Anna gets Gold to his feet and whips him into Kalis, sandwiching the two of them in the corner before crossing the ring with a Handspring Back Elbow that she buries into Gold’s jaw. He stumbles forward and Lisa takes a run, stepping onto Kalis’ chest and putting a foot in his face to

throw her backwards into a flip, where she catches Gold around the neck and snaps back, annihilating him with a DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa and Anna performing like a team that’s been together for years.

BUBBA J: That’s what happens when you’re at this level of the game. A level you never reached, which is probably why you’re so surprised to see it.

Lisa clears Gold out of the way as Anna comes along the apron and puts a foot into the back of Kalis’ head to stagger him forward. She then leaps up over the ropes and onto the top turnbuckle, where she throws herself back into a high arc, landing on Kalis shoulders and burying him with a snap Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A Huge series of moves puts Kalis down and leaves no one to break up the pin.

Later on Lisa will watch this video and scowl at Anna for always having to go one up on her with flippy shit, but for the time being she drops to her knees and throws up an arm, counting along as Anna cradles his legs for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No!

BUBBA J: Fuckin’ Hell…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis kicks out! He won’t stay down!

Anna seems confused and Lisa is violently offended at the referee’s inability to count three when that’s obviously what it was, but the referee insists and the fight goes on, with Kalis crawling into the ropes. Meanwhile all eyes fall to Jeremy, climbing up the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh that’s a mistake.

Gold gets to the top-rope, just in time to see Lisa sprinting across the ring to nail him between the eyes with a Yakuza Kick, knocking him for six. Gold tips forward but doesn’t fall, and Lisa jumps aside as Anna rushes in, covering the ring with a Cartwheel and then leaping up into a Moonsault kick, cracking Gold across the back of the head. This time he looks to fall, but Lisa steps in and catches him on her shoulders. She then moves to the centre of the ring, pushes Gold straight up into the air, steps back and lets him fall straight into a Roundhouse Kick that rips through his face.

BUBBA J: These chicks sure know how to fuck a boy up.

Gold lands on his knees and Lisa hits the ropes in front of him, running back in and leaping up to bring both knees into his face before smashing him against the mat. Lisa then rolls clear and points to the top-rope, where Anna comes off with a Corkscrew Moonsault, smashing through his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A helicoids combo of moves ends with Anna crushing him with the Twisted Destiny. And she covers.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And Kalis slips past Lisa at the last possible second.

Lisa Seldon gets him with a kick as Anna goes out to the apron, but as Lisa goes to send Kalis through the ropes he turns it around and sends her in his place. Anna then jumps up for a Springboard and into a Shooting Star, but Kalis pushes Gold out of the way and steps in, catching Anna around the neck as she turns and smashing her into the mat with the Ace Crusher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Tears of Redemption! And he wipes her out.

BUBBA J: Bullshit.

Kalis jumps back to his feet and spins around, just in time to catch Lisa running in and pull her up onto his shoulders, where he calls for the move again. Kalis then turns to spin her off to his back, but Lisa sticks a knee in the side of his face, causing him to fall into the ropes. Lisa then presses herself up onto the shoulders as if for a Hurricanrana and then falls back, pulling his head down and cutting his neck along the top rope.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa with the Widowmaker and almost tearing off his head!

BUBBA J: Kalis falling back, right inna line for a hell of a lot more pain.

Lisa points up to the air, getting a rise out of the fans who know exactly what’s coming next. She then leaps up for a Springboard, but never makes the ropes as Kalis runs in and blasts her with a Yakuza Kick, cracking her skull and spilling her back out to the apron. Kalis then wastes no time in slipping through the ropes and dragging Lisa back to her feet. He then pulls her for a Uranage, leaping off the apron and bringing Lisa down, back first, cracking her off the apron.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He buries her on that move!

BUBBA J: That cheap bastard. None of his own shit can finish the job so he’s pulling out the Rupture.

Kalis lands in a heap on the floor as Lisa lays flat on the apron. Kalis then drags himself off the floor and moves toward the ring, pulling back the curtain and going hunting for someone weaponry. He pulls out a table and gets a raucous cheer, but after a moment he shakes his head and throws it back.

BUBBA J: Looks like Simon is going soft. What a pussy.

Kalis then moves the other way, walking half way around the ring and putting his hands on a section of the guardrail, which he forcibly yanks out of place.

MIKEY MASSACRE: More like a madman Bubba. Looks like he’s gonna pry the Rebel Pro title out of her cold dead hands.

Kalis returns around the ring with his guardrail and pulls it up flat, using it to bridge the gap from rail to ring. He then leaps back up to the apron and nails Lisa with a series of shots to the back before pulling her up from behind and lifting her to the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sentencing of the Damned! He’s gonna put her right through that rail!

BUBBA J: That’ll do it alright.

Kalis gets to the second and pulls back Lisa’s arms before lifting her into the move, but at the height of it she drops back, falling to her feet behind him with the aid of the ropes, which she uses to leap up and crack Simon on the side of the head with a Roundhouse Kick. She then bends him back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Viledriver!

But he braces himself and refuses to go over. Lisa then lets him go and turns him around, cracking him with a Forearm that gets answers with one of his own, sending her along the apron. Lisa then steps forward and puts a Front Kick into his chest that sends him to a knee, but he forces himself back up and fires off swift, hard kick into her ribs. Lisa then shoots for another kick but Kalis catches her leg and pulls her in for a Capture Suplex, backing her up along the apron to put the rail behind him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is it!

Kalis lifts her off the ground and snaps back, but Lisa holds onto the ropes and then shoots up a knee into his gut, just enough to break his grip and send him away. They then both drop to a knee, looking shot, but Jeremy Gold picks up the pace again, pushing Kalis off to the floor and out of harms way, before unloading on Lisa with a series of Open-hand Slaps to the face.

BUBBA J: Jeremy Gold going Ape Shit.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He must be sucked on so much coke right now.

Gold unleashes every shot with an unholy scream, finishing with one before backing up along the apron. He stamps his foot.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No way…

After three he leaps forward for the Golden Ticket, but Lisa steps in past it and rattles his brain with a huge Roundhouse Kick that leaves him rocked, out on his feet and slowly tipping forward off the apron. Lisa however catches him under arm, cradling his head and leg.

BUBBA J: Yes yes! Mess that kike up!

Lisa centres herself on the ring apron above the rail before pushing Gold up, Olympic Slam style, and spinning him around in front of her as she leaps off the apron. The fans are agasp then as she kicks up her legs and points Gold straight down to the earth, offering him no protection whatsoever as she cracks his head off the rail, which buckles and then yields to the impact, bending it in two around them as they plummet to the floor. The fans leap to the feet in shock.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa with the Tequila Slammer off the apron, through a fucking guardrail and then down into the floor.

BUBBA J: Tequila Slammer number 6 if you wanna be picky.

The fans are in awe. Cheers and screams as Lisa peels herself out of the wreckage, leaving Gold in a crippled and twisted mess amongst the steel. The referee dives in to check, but it’s clear he’s gone and the X is thrown up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gold is out. This match is over and he is seriously hurt.

EMTs flood the scene as Lisa backs out to safety, moving off to the ramp where she runs into Anna Mathews, who happens to be holding all the belts. Meanwhile Kalis finds himself in the ring, looking down into the wreckage as EMTs do their best to extract Gold safely. He then looks toward Lisa, a cold and grim stare masking his face, as Lisa answers back with a pleasant smile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like these two didn’t settle anything tonight.

BUBBA J: Can’t wait to see them go at it again. Mostly because I love watching him get his shit fucked up.

Kalis points Lisa down and shoots her a few words, but Lisa replies by lifting both titles high above her head. Meanwhile Anna has an arm around her neck and a title of her own. The AoWF IC title in fact… which is odd but so is she, so let’s just go with it.

We jump backstage, post main event, where Marvin Humperdink whose name is really dorky and stupid is standing by with Lisa Seldon and Anna Mathews. To her credit Lisa looks a little messed up, but she is messed up so let’s just go with it. Other than that, they look giddy.

Marvin Humperdink : I’m standing by with Rebel Pro and AoWF World Champion Lisa Seldon.

ANNA MATHEWS: And me~!

Marvin Humperdink : Now, a great back and forth contest, but did you really have to do that to Jeremy Gold?

Lisa looks confused.

LISA SELDON: Fuck yeah I did. I promised to go out there, do what I do. And what I do is mess up faces and ruin bone structures.

Marvin Humperdink goes to talk some more but Lisa snatches the mic out of his hand.

LISA SELDON: Beating Kalis again doesn’t do shit for me and I knew I could bait them into the fight I wanted, which is exactly why I had Anna here for backup.

For good measure she grabs Anna by the head and tussles her hair. What wonderful friends they might be.

LISA SELDON: Because not only can I beat Kalis, but I can stomp on every single person he knows, just because. And now, maybe next time we get together, he’ll actually give me a reason to care.

Lisa Seldon then tosses the mic aside and moves off, Anna already halfway down the hall, shouting something about being AoWF Champions of everything in her strange broken English. Unfortunately Lisa doesn’t get away so smoothly, and walks right into Marina Blue.

MARINA BLUE: Oh… hey.

LISA SELDON: Hey…

A really vicious and painful silence follows. Suddenly things are very awkward.

MARINA BLUE: So… I guess you saw the video then.

Lisa looks both ways. Her horribly pale skin blushes ridiculously.

LISA SELDON: Why yes I did, and I’d love to talk more, but I have to leave now because, well… now because this is really awkward or anything, but for a whole other reason altogether.

Lisa then rushes passed Marina and off out of shot. Seeing some serious emotional human interest on the horizon, Marvin Humperdink barrels in.

Marvin Humperdink : So Marina, looks like you were just shot down by Lisa Seldon. Anything to say on that.

Marina, rather than answering, shoots him a look – not at all a happy one – sale of cialis and then leaves rather purposeful.

Marvin Humperdink : Well, looks like there are a lot of issues on the horizon for the stars of Rebel Pro. So join us next week for another exciting edition of Rebel Pro with Danger Zone!

Let Me In Damn IT

As we arrive outside the “arena” for tonight’s Rebel Pro taping, we find Lisa Seldon and Alexis Sykes currently in deep conversation with two security guards. Or at least Lisa is, Alexis cares about getting into a Rebel Pro show as she apparently does about all her friends feelings. Interestingly enough, that’s why we’re here.

SECURIY GUARD: I’m sorry ma’am, but this is the south. We take people that die and come back to life three days later very seriously.

LISA SELDON: Is this a Tru Blood joke or a Jesus joke or a –

She shakes her head.

LISA SELDON: No! Look, I don’t even care. I have all the big shiny belts which means you need to get the fuck out of my way.

The rather large security guy scratches the back of his neck.

LISA SELDON: Do I look dead to you?

Despite the fact that her incredibly pale complexion gives him flashbacks of the corpse down by the swimmin’ hole he poked with a stick, he decides to shake his head no.

SECURITY GUARD: Look ma’am you’re obviously very much alive and your belts are very shiny, but we were told Lisa Seldon died in a horrible accident I don’t want to talk about in case my good Christian mother is watching and so not to let in anyone bearing her name as they were probably crazed fans.

Lisa pouts very angrily. It’s clear she’s not walking away.

SECURITY GUARD: If you want I can radio inside to –

Apparently she does not want him to radio anyone and would rather punch him in the throat, which she does, and after a few moments of choking he crumples in a heap. The second much quieter, much luckier security guard takes a step forward and then mercifully back when Alexis gets in between them. Despite this, Lisa makes a number of threatening arm gestures.

LISA SELDON: Yeah. Who’s dead now various motherfuckers? Who’s dead now?

ALEXIS SYKES: Now now, let’s be reasonable.

Alexis gives Lisa a rather disingenuous pat on the shoulder as Lisa ploughs a kick into the guard’s ribs.

LISA SELDON: Fuck are we doing employing security guards anyway? You guys never keep out anyone. I had to deal with Simon fucking Kalis every fucking week because of fucks like you doing an awful job of security guarding.

Lisa jumps down on top of the man and begins hammering him with punches.

LISA SELDON: And Rayn! Fucking Emily Corlen! And Marxx that one week!

She punctuates every shot with another punch, spraying blood and teeth in various directions.

LISA SELDON: And you’re always fucking late anytime a fight breaks out. Like you’ve conveniently got shit to do every time Project X throws a guy with cancer off a stage.

Alexis, having decided the representative for the entire security guard profession has probably had enough and starts trying to pry her off. As someone notorious for stabbing people in the face with cutlery, she’s always been thankful for their poor reaction time and willingness to get fucked up for small amounts of pay.

LISA SELDON: Why the fuck did you board up my office door back in the PWA douchebags! That didn’t even make sense!

Lisa Seldon, most of the way off him, manages to flatten his nose into a rather fine smear before being dragged into toward the building.

LISA SELDON: This is all your fault you know. And you’re totally next.

ALEXIS SYKES: I know, I know.

The second security guard finally moves in on what’s left of his friend. They never sue either. Maybe they take an oath.

Violet Harper vs Matthew Kurtis

This match was a David versus Goliath type of brawl booked by Larry Gordon because Violet wanted tougher opponents to face here in Rebel Pro. Larry promised a tougher opponent and he delivered with Matthew Kurtis, former Carolinas Champion and former Tag Team Champion as well. Matthew dominated in the early going having fun with the much smaller Violet Harper. Matthew nailed Violet with his big near seven feet right hands, lifting her up for a couple of double choke lifts, then a Bluegrass chokeslam for a two count, but Violet managed to kick out to keep the match going. Matthew hit a swinging neckbreaker off the ropes for another count of two, but Violet couldn’t or just wouldn’t go down like that. Violet tried to really fight back, but Matthew’s size and strength was just too much for her as he hit her with a vertical suplex that caused the ring to shake violently upon the impact with her flesh meeting the canvas. Matthew went for a third cover, but Violet managed to once again throw her shoulder up and prevent a win for the largest Kurtis Family member. Matthew then pulled Violet up to her feet, but Ms. Harper nailed him in the knee with the heel of her boot catching him off-guard them stood him straight up with an European uppercut. Matthew was stunned and rubbing his jaw when Violet came off the top rope with a missile dropkick to his crotch that sent the biggest Kurtis in the corner in a seated position. Violet then went

on an offensive rampage with dropkick after dropkick to Matthew’s face before she ran with what looked to be a bronco buster, but she changed it at the last second into a double knee face smash in the corner. Matthew was never really the same after that dropkick to the nuts and was definitely not into the match after the repeated dropkicks then double knee smash to the face. Violet went on to dominate the rest of the match with karate kicks, brazilian jujitzu moves, finishing off with a roundhouse kick that nearly decapitated big ole Matthew. Violet wasn’t finished though, she hit several of her Five Favorite Moves, such as an Asai Moonsault, a chair assisted biccycle kick as Kurtis tried in vain to fight back, and she finished off this combo with a show of athleticism when she nailed a 630 degree corkscrew senton. Violet then allowed Kurtis to get back up to his feet where she nailed another chair assisted Bicycle kick, but before he could go down(he was very wobbly on his feet) she hit Purple Haze for the cover and win.

Winner: Violet Harper 12:34

Klondike Recycles

After the match finishes, Megavision starts to flicker..and come to life….

The scene is Art’s Scrap Yard & Salvage, a scrap yard on the outskirts of town, and seen is a lot of scrap metal and old recycled cars and other vehicles. From just off he screen a voice is heard.

“Welcome to a place I know all too well, or at least a place very similar to this place…”
Walking into the shot is Kris Klondike, wearing his familiar blue jean jacket and fade blue jeans.

“Tell me what do you see, what is the most common thing in a place like this, do you know…? Just thinks about it. What do you see here.. well let me tell you.. old rusty metal, looking for a second chance… looking to become renewed… looking for that possibility to become something totally different.”

Klondike now fixes the collar on his jacket… and smiles into the camera.

“Now look here..what do you see,,, someone who had some rust, but now has the chance to refashion himself into something new, something totally different.. yes I had some rust and needed a few matches to get that worked off. Just now I am showing what I can become here in REBEL, a little polish and sweat and now I am ready.. ready to start my climb. I know the past few matches have not been against some of the top rungs of the ladder, but now I have made my way up…and now looking for the next step… who is it gonna be… ??

Klondike now kicks some metal on the ground.. picks up a piece and shows it to the camera…

“See…all this here metal will someday get that chance… to become whatever…but now is my chance to become what I haven’t been yet….!!”

Megavision now goes dark..

Emily Corlen vs Marina Blue

The match between Emily Corlen and Marina started off kind of slow, with both circling each other and Emily yelling out insults to Marina as they circled. They finally locked up, Marina getting Emily in a side headlock. Marina went for a bulldog, but Emily was able to counter with an atomic drop then a clothesline to get the first real offense of the match. Emily would then go on to rock Marina’s World with “Boom Headshot(chick kick) that had Marina wondering if she was still in an Adult video or in a wrestling ring. Emily went for a spear, but Marina was just toying with her, or was she? Anyways Marina lifted a knee into Emily’s jaw that spun her over and onto her back. Marina nailed a springboard moonsault from the top rope, but managed only a two count before Emily got a shoulder up. The men in the crowd really loved when Marina did her springboard moonsault and yelled at her for one more time, she obliged. However, it would be her undoing as she flipped back she moonsaulted Emily’s knees instead hurting her ribs and knocking the breath right out of her. Emily whipped her back first into the corner and worked over both sides of her ribs with her knees showing the fierceness of Johnny Maverick in an MMA style match. Marina fired a right hand that did buy her some time, but when she went for a Russian Leg Sweep, Emily countered with a throat thrust and a very devastating DDT onto the canvas. Emily went for a pin, but only managed a count of two as Marina is a bit tougher than that to put away for good. Emily lifted Marina up, but Blue managed a roll up for a two and three quarter count, barely missing a surprise win. As both women got back up to their feet, Marina lashed out with a superkick, but Emily ducked under and somehow nailed Marina with The Catalyst for the cover and the win.

Winner: “The Emerald Phoenix” Emily Corlen 11:19

Violet Turns Gordon Red
Top of Form 1
Backstage at the Aggression Arena here in Durham. Once again, an RPW camera crew is following rookie talent Violet Harper down the hallway. Voiceover from our lovely commentators come into play.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It appears one of our cameramen is a pervert, Bubba.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but he’s got a good reason. She’s all kinds of fine, Mikey.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know, she’s not my type. Too violent.

BUBBA J: Well more for me I s’pose.

Violet turns around and gives the camera a big smile. She knocks on the door she has stopped at; once again, it is the office of Larry Gordon.

Larry Gordon: Come in!

Violet, dressed to impress with a low cut blouse and a black skirt, walks into the office, closing the door behind her. Larry’s eyes widen.

Larry Gordon: Miss Harper!

Larry stands, motioning Violet to have a seat. She complies, and sits down crossing her left leg over her right. She leans forward a bit to shake hands with Larry as he sits down.

Larry Gordon: What can I do ya for, Miss Harper? I mean… how can I help you?

Larry turns red. It was an honest mistake, we’re sure she knows that.

Violet Harper: Larry, I find myself coming back to your office in the similar fashion that I did last week. Once again, you have put someone in front of me that wasn’t prepared for it and once again I have made short work of the competition. I understand you thought Matthew Kurtis would be some sort of challenge for me, seeing as how he has had previous success here and he’s a Kurtis.

Larry Gordon: All of the above, Miss Harper. The Kurtis family is a legacy here in RPW, and they’re not to be taken lightly.

Violet Harper: I agree.

She brushes her hair back. Larry is practically drooling at the mouth, but trying to remain somewhat professional. It’s almost cute. Almost.

Violet Harper: I was hopin’ next week you might…step up your game?

She leans forward with a seductive look on her face.

Larry Gordon: *gulp* I can… I can try, Miss Harper. You know I’m a fair man, and everyone here who comes to RPW has to prove themselves over several weeks of consistent effort and success. We are not just your average promotion; we are a serious business with some serious talent.

Violet smiles, and Larry can barely take it.

Violet Harper: I appreciate that, I do. I have no problems doing that, like I said last week. But, I’m hoping you step up your game, darling, and I hope that you give me someone that I can talk good about after I defeat them. All three men you’ve thrown my way have had their pride and bodies maimed on my account. I’m only suggesting you give me a opponent that wants to win and dominate as badly as I do.

Larry pauses for a moment, seemingly having a good idea come to mind.

Larry Gordon: I think I know what you mean, Miss Harper. I will touch base with you tomorrow about your opponent for next week. I think you are going to find what you are looking for, dear.

Violet leans back in her chair, a big smile on her face.

Violet Harper: Thank you, Larry.

Larry Gordon: Now…please…is there ANYTHING else I can help you with?

Larry gives her a smile for a chance, and manages to hide some of the drool.

Violet Harper: We’ll just keep it one thing at a time, Larry. Thank you for your help and the opportunity to compete here.

She gives him a wink, and gets up from her chair. Larry hated to see her go, but loves to watch her leave. Cut back to ringside.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s just despicable. She’s got Larry wrapped around her little finger, all because you and him think she’s the hottest woman on the planet.

BUBBA J: I wouldn’t say that, but goddamn she’s a fine piece of work. Maybe if she keeps on winning, she’s gonna need a real opponent here soon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Like who? Ace Olen?

BUBBA J: Pfft, I was talkin’ about myself. No way Ace gets the chance to get in the ring with that young pretty thing over me.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Despicable, Bubba.

BUBBA J: This is Rebel Pro, Mikey. I figured you’d be used to it by now.

We can hear Bubba laughing as the next match is about to start.

Hostile vs Chad Kurtis
Non-title

This non-title match started off with both men performing the traditional collar and elbow lock up in the center of the ring, but Chad ducking under after a minute or so to nail Hostile in the back with a knee to the kidneys before rolling him up from behind with a forward roll for a quick pin attempt that only netted him a 2 count. Hostile got back up to his feet, but Chad was there with a superkick, Hostile ducking under and plowing Chad with a spear to the groin and Chad was in major trouble here. Hostile mounted Chad with a Lou Thesz press and just pretty much beat the hell out of Chad with punch after punch before finishing it off with a massive headbutt to Chad that busted or broke his nose, I’m not sure but maybe we’ll find out next week. Hostile grabbed a hand full of blood and smeared it on his face like war paint before lifting Chad up for a vertical suplex, but Kurtis managed to fall down behind him with an inverted DDT for a count of two. Chad then got back up quickly bouncing off the ropes with a baseball slide, rolling Hostile out of the ring. Chad launched himself over the top rope with a suicide dive plancha that sent Hostile into the railing. Chad then proceeded to whip Hostile into the ringpost, but Hostile managed a reversal and Chad kissed the steel instead. Hostile lifted him up, but Chad nailed an uppercut to Hostile’s little demon and Hostile turned a bit green even through the red of Chad’s blood. Chad with a swinging neckbreaker took Hostile down on the outside before lifting Hostile up and dropping him face first on the apron. Chad then smashed Hostile’s face into the Announcers’ table before Bubba J warned him to get that shit back in the ring. Chad just stared at Bubba J long enough to give Hostile time to nail him with a low blow of his own. Hostile lifted Chad up, dropping him throat first across the table. Bubba J had had enough though and wanted into the action. Bubba J and Hostile beat Chad down, but it wasn’t long before Matthew Kurtis came down to ringside to help his brother out from the double team. Hostile went after Matthew nailing him with a steel chair, but Matthew was pissed off about his loss earlier and wanted revenge on someone, so him and Hostile brawled in the ring; the much smaller Hostile holding his own. Back on the outside Bubba J was throwing right after right into Chad’s face and laughing as he did so. Bubba J kicked Chad in the gut as he was aiming for the TPT, but Chad put his nuts in a vice and squeezed, halting Bubba J’s plans for the night and sent him through the announce table with a spinebuster. Chad rolled back in the ring asHostile was getting up after hitting the New Jersey Head Shot on Matthew. Hostile spun around and Chad with a CK Finale put him down for the count and win.

Winner: Chad Kurtis 14:41

Let Me Be Heard!

“I’m A Rebel hits up in the speakers as the crowd is pumped from the Main Event of the evening and perhaps wondering about the reprocussions of the interference by Bubba J and Matthew Kurtis? Maybe they are cheering because this could mean a title shot for “The Show”? Who really knows, but they are still cheering as Gordon steps through the ropes, red faced and thumping at his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gordon not looking so good here, much like your face Bubba J.

BUBBA J: Shut up Mikey before I grind your face into a pound of ground fuck.

Mikey laughs at the obscerdity of Bubba J’s words. Gordon receives a mic from the lovely Jenny Jersey as he once again thumps his chest. The live mic picks up his labored breathing as he paces and does his best to regain his breath, which he manages to do in short work.

“Rebel Pro fans!”

The fans explode from the cheap pop, but no one cares, they still love Rebel Pro and would cheer if a dog barked Rebel Pro somehow. Gordon nods and walks around the ring slowly, he doesn’t want to get over excited.

“First of all, hope you all enjoyed the show tonight and let me say that… Chad! Due to your defeat of Hostile here tonight, you’ll be receiving your Aggression Title shot next month!”

Wow! The fans jump for joy at this development and can’t believe their luck

“You’ll be receiving it at…”

He looks around a smile on his extremely red face.

“Danger Zone!”

He begins to pant heavily, his breath coming out in a wheezing gasp. The mans hear this, but think its just because of the excitement of the moment.

“I was successful in obtaining the Danger Zone name from Mr. Blazenwing on Havok and in turn it will be hosted on June 3, 2011 in…”

He pauses a second.

“In Philadelphia, Pennsylvania as the first show on our National tour!”

He stumbles, holding at his chest, again though the fans think he’s just playing up the part.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gordon… don’t look so good.

BUBBA J: He’s just hamming it up, the asshole.

Gordon manages to catch his breath, white lines form around his lips.

“That’s right, Rebel Pro will be going on a National Tour to promote our new National Television deal that starts on June 3, 2011!”

He nods, trying to remain calm.

“The first show will be the Danger Zone pay per view show, but here is the best treat of all fans, the show will be free to anyone who can enter the code “Rebel Pro” for the gift purchase amount.”

He nods again.
“But as awesome as that is… I do have one other announcement to give you all for being so good to us as we dominated the South with Rebel Pro action…”

One more time Gordon thumps his chest in obvious pain. He holds up a hand stalling for a moment.

“Next… week…”

He calms himself, taking deep breaths.

“Next week… Lisa Seldon, Rebel Pro World Champion will be defending her title against… the #1 Contender… Simon Kalis!”

The fans roar, the moment they’ve all been waiting for all night, the rumor is true, all of the rumors are true! They jump up as Larry Gordon falls down in the center of the ring. The loud cheering immediately drops to a hushed murmer as Gordon isn’t moving in the center of the ring. You can’t even tell if he is breathing and the fans are now extremely silent as Paramedics rush down to the ring carrying a stretcher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit.

BUBBA J: Lets go.

Mikey Massacre and Bubba J hop up from their chairs and immediately remove the bottom rope from the far side of the ring as the medics get Gordon up onto the board.

The crowd is still hushed as Bubba J and Mikey help lift the large Larry Gordon from the ring and onto the stretcher. As Aggression fades away, the crowd silent, we watch as the paramedics roll Larry Gordon backstage.