*****Previously Recorded*****

Joe Louis Arena
Backstage
1426, Monday

The scene changes to a locker room door, one that reads “Larry Gordon” on the nameplate. We then see a hand reach down, gently turning the knob on the door and opening it slightly. The camera peeks in, we can see Larry Gordon napping on the couch within his office.

Male Voice: *Whispering* Okay. You two, quietly, put him on the gurney.

We see two men wheel a gurney into the office and place it alongside the couch. They take a stretcher and ease it under Gordon, making sure not to wake him. Once he’s on, they count by nodding their heads and transfer him onto the gurney.

Male Voice: *Whispering* Excellent.

The two men begin to wheel the gurney out of the office into the hallway, the “cameraman” guiding the way. He walks down the long corridor before they walk into a garage area, empty this time of day except for a few REBEL Pro staffers. We see Jenny Jersey walking over, but she is quickly hushed by the cameraman.

Male Voice: *Whispering* It’s a surprise.

He motions with his finger for Jenny to follow him. The team with the gurney are now ahead of him, entering a curtained area. As they open the other side of the curtains, we can see the entranceway and the ring in the background. They start to push Gordon out onto the ramp, but one of the men trips and the gurney starts to roll freely down the aisle.

Male Voice: Oh shit!

The other man takes off running after it and catches it just before it’s about to hit the side of the ring.

Male Voice: That was a close one!

As the cameraman continues to make his own way down the aisle, we can hear a muffled scream from Jenny Jersey.

Male Voice: Good. Keep her quiet.

The two men down at the ring have started to slide Larry Gordon into the ring on the stretcher.

Male Voice: You think you can keep her quiet and film at the same time?

Male Voice #2: No problem.

Male Voice: Remember, if she’s uncooperative, just give her “the stuff”.

The two mystery men make their way to the ring, the first mystery man hands the camera off to the second one and heads for the ring. As the new cameraman angles it, we can now see it is Loren N. Chill. He stands beside Larry Gordon just as the medics pull the gurney out from under his body.

Loren N. Chill: You! Come here!

We see Head Referee Alan Stone slide into the ring just as Loren drops to one knee and puts the tip of his pinky finger on Gordon’s chest.

Loren N. Chill: Quietly now. Quietly.

Alan Stone taps the mat.

*Whisper* 1…

*Whisper* 2…

*Whisper* 3…

Loren N. Chill: *Whispering* Ding, ding, ding…

Loren grabs his belt from the cameraman, obviously Dennis Reveni, and drapes it over Gordon’s chest. Once he’s climbed back out of the ring, he secures the camera from Dennis who is now revealed to be holding a microphone and a Fecal Beagle bottle next to Jenny Jersey’s lips.

Loren N. Chill: Choose, one or the other.

Jenny nods towards the microphone.

Loren N. Chill: Go for it.

Jenny Jersey: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND NEEEEWWWWW! FECAL BEAGLE CHAMPION!!! — LARRRRRYYYY GOOORDOOOONNN!!!

At the sound of the booming PA system, Gordon wakes up startled by the noise. He sees that the Fecal Beagle Title is on his chest. He turns and quickly realizes he is in the ring, staring down Chill who grabs the microphone from Dennis who has released Jenny Jersey from her bonds.

Loren N. Chill: How does it feel, Gordon? Does it feel liberating? Does it make you feel like a winner? That is MY GIFT to you. — Doesn’t feel much like winning, does it? Doesn’t feel liberating at all, does it? — It’s down right fucking embarrassing, isn’t it? The instrument of your mockery has been turned against you and I will see to it that you really get what’s coming to you.

Chill and Reveni start walking up the aisle way, Gordon slowly pulls himself to his feet.

Loren N. Chill: The card… The “fuck you”… Airing your defeat on national television… That’s just the beginning. I’m going to make sure you reap what you sowed. I will be laughing my ass off while I watch you try to keep your head above ground. But do me a favor, when you think you’re at the end of your rope, just remember — I didn’t do this to you. You did it to yourself.

Loren drops the microphone before disappearing behind the curtain. Dennis stands around, continuing to film Gordon who is still in a state of shock-and-awe. With that, the scene fades to the normal Aggression opening sequence.

*****The New Sheriff In Town*****

There are red strobe lights panning the small office, and the position seems to be heavily fortified as it were. Jeremy Gold is hiding under his desk, the sirens blaring. He’s freaking out, trying to hold himself together as Rupert The Kangaroo seems oddly at ease with this situation, casually eating a celery stalk and smoking a cigarette. He’s even figured out how to use the water fountain, pressing down on the button and taking some sips of water.

Jeremy Gold: The world is at an end, Rupert. We have to hold down the fort now that Bubba J killed Simon.

Rupert looks over at him, with… Uhm. Concern?

Jeremy Gold: They’re gonna all want to come in here and demand things. Like a decent wage, and health care.

He shudders, just as the door knob begins to turn.

Jeremy Gold: It’s begun! Duck and run Ruppie! Duck and run!

Gold jumps up, but being how he’s under his own desk all he manages to do is smash his head under the desk, fall to the ground and begin crying as he rubs his head. Meanwhile, the lock on the door, his great security fortification, opens.

Jeremy Gold: Breach! Breach!

Rupert hops over to Gold and stomps his face in, by accident we imagine. He does it repeatedly, by accident. The door finally opens and in steps a well dressed, older looking gentlemen. He throws his briefcase down and rubs his ears.

Shawn West: What the hell are you doing, Jeremy?

Gold, now his nose bleeding hoists himself up into Rupert’s arms and Rupert pats him on the head.

Jeremy Gold: You? What the hell are you doing here?

West turns off the panic lights and turns on the regular ones.

Shawn West: I’m the new General Manager.

Jeremy Gold: But I’m the GM?

Shawn West: No, you’re fired. But don’t worry, I’ll need a secretary.

Gold stumbles away from the desk and falls onto the couch at one side of the office. Rupert eats his cigarette.

Shawn West: Now I see why he hired me. Jesus.

West throws his suit jacket off at Gold and takes his seat at the desk of power.

Shawn West: Things are about to change my friend.

Gold whimpers.

Jeremy Gold: Oh god it’s like Barack all over again…

Rupert pets Gold, in an effort to comfort him. We have to wonder who’s the pet, and who’s the master in this relationship.

Shawn West: Yes, well.

West pours himself some whiskey and claps his hands.

Shawn West: Wipe the tears from your eyes and the shit from your ass, we’ve got work to do.

Gold nods as we fade to ringside.

*****Mystery Tournament: The Second*****
*****Bobby J versus Loren N. Chill*****

The chorus of Saliva’s “Badass” hits up in the speakers and the Rebel-tron stays pictureless.
“Cause I’m a badass
And you don’t want to clash
Cause your mouth’s writing checks that your face can’t cash
Cause I’m a badass
And this war is your last
You just crossed my path and I’ll drop you fast”
The song transitions to the first verse.
“I need you to hear this loud and clear”
As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bobby J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, his fists wrapped in tape and then dipped in broken glass, which seems to be more like plastic Solo cups.
“The line and the sand is drawn and I have no fear
When I see red all I need is a reason to set me off
To drop this bomb and pick yourself off the ground”
He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, just staring into the ring, in his own “zone” he pays very little attention to anything surrounding him. No fireworks, nothing spectacular, nothing flashy; just music and him walking.

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

Bobby J indicates that his name is Bobby J instead of Bubba J.

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

Ding Ding

Linzi Martin: That is obviously not Bubba J, but the question is, what are you going to do about it?

Larry Gordon: Its obvious that Bubba J can’t compete here tonight, so I have no problem allowing Bobby J to compete.

Linzi Martin: That and you are doing your best to give the belt back to Loren.

Chill mockingly swats at Bobby J, pointing out that he is most definitely not the real Bubba J. Bobby J comes at him with rights and lefts, really like Bubba J would do, but Bobby J is a bit more unorthadox, actually he just really sucks and only has eyes for the belt that Gordon has sitting in front of him at the table. Loren rolls Bobby J up for a pin, making sure that Bobby J has the pin on him.

One!

Two!

Bobby J releases the pin, shoving up and shaking his head in denial before kicking Chill in the mouth. Chill rocks back on his heels, but charges at Bobby J, before nailing him in the gut and causing Bobby J to fall on him in a dead faint from the pain.

One!

Two!

Somehow Bobby J gets up from the pin, well actually rolls ooff of him, holding at his midsection and muttering something about a probe.

Linzi Martin: I really don’t want to know.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think any of us do.

Chill lifts Bobby J up then whips him into the ropes, allowing himself to be knocked out with a dropkick to the face. Bobby J accidentally falls on Loren again for a pin.

One!

Two!

Bobby J realizes what he is doing and hurriedly rolls off the pin and pulls Chill on top of hiim.

One!

Two!

Chill’s turn to roll off the pin. Chill back up, but Bobby J is upset and wants his title back. Bobby J shoves Chill into the corner, getting up into his face; Chill waves a hand in front of him, indicating that the breath is majorly awful.

Linzi Martin: What has that dude been eating?

Larry Gordon: Probably squirrel brains and eggs.

Linzi Martin: That… is just… disgusting.

Bobby J with a headbutt knocks Chill backwards and lifts him up to the top turnbuckle.

Linzi Martin: Lee…

Larry Gordon: I think his name is Bobby J, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: Yeah, um, Bobby J is going for an actual wrestling move here, is it a first?

Bobby J lifts Chill up, well he tries but he’s way to weak to perform the move, so he just falls back with a super DDT onto the canvas. Bobby J grins as he pulls Chill’s arm across his chest.

One!

Two!

Chill rolls off somehow, keeping the match going in this really, no change that, extremely odd match where one man is trying to allow the other man to pin him.

Larry Gordon: Wow, what a contest of wills!

Linzi Martin: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Larry Gordon: Not at all, they are trying to give the other man a victory, just like the Dallas Cowboys gave away the game to the Detroit Lions yesterday.

Linzi Martin: Oh yeah, I love me some Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.

Larry Gordon: I think most people do.

Meanwhile Chill is back up, locking on a side headlock to the stunned Bobby J. Chill with a bulldog rams his head into the turnbuckle before nailing him in the face with several stiff knees to the face and a brainbuster for good effort. Chill makes the uncover, allowing Bobby J’s arm to drape over him.

One!

Two!

Bobby J rolls off another painfully obvious attempt at him having certain victory. Right into a superkick to his jaw that sends his head rocking backwards on his neck. Chill lifts him up, brainbuster and now Chill seems to actually be going for a victory. Chill with a German suplex, rolling around connecting with a second, a third, fourth, and a fifth. Bobby J’s head is rolling around on his neck like its broke or something very similar.

Bobby J manages to somehow(very much on accident) kick Chill in the midsection and hit a stunner on Loren(again complete accident).

Linzi Martin: What does he call that move?

Larry Gordon: I believe it is the Ridiculous Zeti Reticuli Stomp.

Linzi Martin: But he never stomped anything.

Larry Gordon: This is Bobby J we are talking about.

Bobby J pulls Chill on top of him, allowing for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Loren N. Chill!

Bobby J rolls out of the ring quickly and is in front of Larry Gordon.

Bobby J: I believe this belongs to me!

Bobby J forceably takes the Fecal Beagle Championship before clamping it over his head to protect his brain.

Larry Gordon: No it doesn’t!

Gordon and Lee begin pulling on the title between each other as Loren rolls his eyes and makes his way backstage. Lee pulls Gordon into the ring with him and demands a bell be rung. Gordon lets go of Bobby Lee, and Lee goes flying to the canvas from his own momentum.

Linzi Martin: Uhhhhh… What?!

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Bobby Lee versus Larry Gordon©*****

DING DING DING

Gordon trips, and falls onto Bobby Lee, crushing him. The referee looks around, stunned that this is even happening.

2!!

3!!!

Jenny Jersey: Uhhhh the winner of this match? Larry Gordon!

Bobby Lee rolls out from under Gordonn and grabs the FB Championship.
Jenny Jersey: And NEEEEEEEEEWWW Feagle Beagle Champion… Bobby…

Jenny Jersey is cut off as Bobby J removes his bald cap and jeans to reveal Bobby Lee wearing dirty tighty whitey briefs, a head with hair, and bare feet.

Jenny Jersey: Lee!

Linzi Martin: I think I’m gonna be sick.

*****THE BIG BREAK*****

We cut to the backstage area, with Rebel Pro intern Marvin Humperdink working away on his laptop. One would assume that he’s doing his homework, because he is a responsible student. A figure then appears behind Humperdink, only his lower half visible. The person in question is wearing torn Levi’s and a large ‘F’ belt buckle.

???
“Sup Dink?”

The intern spins around and the camera rolls back to reveal Super Shredder himself, Finale.

Marvin Humperdink
“Uh…Mr…Costigan…what-”

Finale
“First of all Dink, don’t call me that. Second of all, stand when someone addresses you. Don’t be fucking rude.”

Humperdink stands and wipes his hands on his pants (he gets sweaty when he writes about James Joyce), extending one to Finale. The Free Agent looks down at Dink’s hand and then looks back up at him with an unimpressed expression.

Finale
“The last guy that looked to shake my hand got a big ol’ gob of bloodspit in his face. You looking to travel that road kid?”

Marvin Humperdink
“No sir. Can I ask what you want with me though?”

Finale
“I’m here to give you your big break of course.”

Dink screws up his face, puzzled.

Marvin Humperdink
“I don’t…”

Finale
“It’s cool Dink, I don’t expect you to understand.”

Finale places a hand on the intern’s shoulder.

Finale
“Let me explain. You see Dink, I’m kind of a big deal right now. I know you saw Victory a few days ago, you saw my match with Engel. Yeah I lost, but that’s not the point. Moments after that match ‘Bloodspit’ and ‘Super Shredder’ were both trending on Twitter. As a journalist, you should pay attention to social media. If you did, you’d be salivating at the chance to interview me.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You don’t think Matthew Engel had a lot to do with your popularity?”

Finale
“Oh probably and I get that. Fact of the matter is that I went out there to show the world that I haven’t rolled over and died. That’s what I did. I had one of the best reviewed Victory matches of the last few months and I got my name back out there. Now tonight after I ruin Jaice Wilds’ life, I’ll be back on track.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You think that a win over Jaice Wilds will set your career straight?”

Finale lets out an obnoxious laugh, roughly squeezing the intern’s shoulder. Dink nearly buckles under Finale’s grip.

Finale
“Not in the least. Wilds is a fucking non-issue. It’s a foregone conclusion that I’m going to butcher that little fuck. A victory over him proves only one thing; I’m done losing.”

Marvin Humperdink
“Well Mr. Costigan, I’m not really supposed to-”

Finale
“Dink if we always did what we were supposed to do, what fun could we possibly have? Next week I am going to give you a sit down interview and we’ll discuss whatever you please.”

Marvin Humperdink
“Like if you are ever going to sign a legitimate contract?”

Finale
“Sure. I don’t fucking care, just do your goddamn research and I’ll see you here this time next week. Okay pumpkin?”

Dink can’t help but look excited. If it wasn’t a medium shot, we’d probably see his ‘wrestle-boner’.

Marvin Humperdink
“That sounds great Finale, I’ll see you then!”

Finale takes hold of Dink’s laptop.

Marvin Humperdink
“Uh…I need that.”

Finale
“Yeah but I need it more. My phone died in the middle of a very important e-mail. I need to send Alexis more poetry.”

Marvin Humperdink
“You write poetry?”

Finale
“I’ve gone and said too much. Vanish.”

Finale waves his hand like David Copperfield and then sprints off with the Macbook under his arm. Dink tries to call after him but it’s too late, he’s super fucking fast.

*****AoWF Free Agent vs. REBEL Match*****
*****Finale versus Jaice Wilds*****

DING DING

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

The opening chords of “Better Off Dead” by Death From Above 1979 cue up and as soon as the song really kicks in pyro explodes with a blinding white flash on the stage. Purple and green lights lay down over the crowd and everyone’s attention is to the stage.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring Ramona Holiday, he hails from Buffalo, New York! Standing in at 6’4” tall and weighing in at 245 pounds…

By the time the smoke settles Finale is at the top of the ramp with Ramona Holiday at his side. He walks down to the ring with a focused expression as Ramona slaps hands with the fans.

Jenny Jersey: He is THE BUFFALO BUTCHER!!!!! FINALE!!!!!!

Finale enters the ring and jogs around a bit while looking into the crowd, focused on the task at hand.

Linzi Martin: People like to downplay Finale’s credibility, but they’re quick to forget the major impact he made when he first came into the AoWF with the BWF.

Larry Gordon: That’s very true, he was damn near unstoppable for a good while and even won the King O’ Extreme Championship right here in REBEL Pro.

Linzi Martin: Eh, what can you do. People have short memories.

Larry Gordon: I don’t, and I for one hope we see more Finale in REBEL Pro.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent, representing REBEL Pro!

“Animals” by Nickleback kicks in and the crowd jumps to their feet, cheering Jaice Wilds despite the fact his theme is done by Nickleback.

Jenny Jersey: He stands in at 5’6” tall, weighing in at 184 pounds. He hails from Brazil!

Jaice Wilds steps out and comes running down to the ring, whizzing past fans as he slaps their hands and jumps right over the top rope and into the ring.

Jenny Jersey: JAICE WILDS!!!

Wilds bounces off the ropes at each side, getting himself ready as he stares across the ring at Finale.

Linzi Martin: I like Jaice, I mean look how close he came to becoming a two time Aggression Champion last week.

Larry Gordon: He did, and he’s been a very successful member of the REBEL ranks. But by God if Finale doesn’t just tower over him.

Linzi Martin: Speed versus power. Oh yeah. I like both though, if you know what I mean.

Larry Gordon: Knowing you, it’s something sexual.

DING DING DING

Jaice Wilds isn’t waiting around, he rushes right at Finale and leaps at him. Finale simply side steps Wilds and laughs, but Wilds bounces off the ropes with a springboard back elbow that catches Finale in the face. But Finale only stumbles back, and Wilds lands right into his arms. Finale with a release German suplex sends Wilds and his neck crashing into the canvas with no regard to the Xtreme Aerialist’s spine taken into consideration. Wilds spins around and jumps up to his feet and Finale lays him out with a roundhouse kick, and the sound alone from the impact has every fan in the arena “Ouch” all at once.

Linzi Martin: Wilds has to get airborne if he wants to get Finale.

Larry Gordon: I agree, he can’t win a ground assault with Finale.

Wilds gets to his feet quickly, Finale seems ready to continue his assault but Wilds jumps up, flips over Finale and takes him down with a stunning neck breaker that has the fans cheering him on. Wilds heads to the top rope as Finale is getting to his feet, Wilds comes off and goes for a frankensteiner! Finale catches him over and takes him down swiftly with a top rope power bomb, and quickly transitions the move into the Buffalo ‘66 submission! The crowd jump to their feet in disbelief at the swift moves, as Wilds begins shaking his head and refusing to tap out. Finale tightens his grip, applying more pressure. Half the crowd boos Finale, the other half cheers Jaice trying to get him to get out of it. It becomes obvious from the pain in Jaice’s face this move is not something you want to be in as Finale just stares out into the crowd, confident as fuck written all over his face.

Linzi Martin: Damn. I hope we don’t get another riot. You know REBEL fans and submissions are like oil and water.

Larry Gordon: Don’t remind me. Simon and I are still dealing with that lawsuit from Chattanooga.

Wilds struggles to get himself free, and with each move to freedom he finds himself even more deeply entrenched in the move. Finally, Finale lets go and gets to his feet, putting his arms out and basking in all the love from the REBEL Pro fans. And by love, we mean hate, as they’re booing the shit out of him. He turns to Wilds and mockingly laughs as Wilds gets to his feet, but Jaice isn’t taking things lightly. Wilds lunges at Finale, taking him down with a cross body splash. Finale looks up, almost as if to say he let that happen, just as Jaice Wilds springboards off the ropes with a leg drop! The crowd goes wild! No pun! Jaice covers!

2!!

KICK OUT! Finale easily kicks out, and Jaice rolls out of the ring and immediately decides to go REBEL on the last BWF World Champion.

Larry Gordon: And Jaice looks to add some weaponry to this.

Linzi Martin: About time, I was starting to dry up.

Larry Gordon: Yeah… Wait, excuse me?

Linzi licks her fingers and smiles, as Larry quietly turns his attention right back to the action at hand.

Jaice grabs a barbed wire covered bat from under the ring, because those are the types of structural shit we build our rings with, and hops

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up onto the apron. Finale doesn’t seem too impressed, bad mouthing Jaice. Jaice swings for Finale’s head, but Finale just leans back and mocks Jaice. Finale backs up and comes back at Jaice on the apron, he archs his foot as he goes for a big boot on Wilds but Wilds ducks, brings the ropes down and it sends Finale awkwardly over the top rope and to the outside. Jaice quickly springboards himself off the ropes, flips over and brings down the barbed wire bat right over Finale’s face. That’s gotta hurt.

Linzi Martin: Damn! I think Finale’s bleeding!

Larry Gordon: I hope he has good medical insurance.

Jaice goes berserk with the barbed wire bat, bringing it down repeatedly all over Finale’s body. Ramona Holiday watches on with concern but Finale get’s serious’d as he kicks Jaice’s knees out from under him. Jaice stumbles back, and Finale gets up and then hits an impact DDT right onto the steel steps. The crowd boos as Finale lifts the top half of the steel steps up and drops it down over Jaice Wilds… But Jaice moves out of the way in time! Jaice jumps to his feet, and grabs Finale quickly. Jumping Russian leg sweep onto the steel steps! Finale’s head gets cracked pretty badly, and now both men are down momentarily. Jaice finds it in him to grab the bat again and slide back into the ring.

Larry Gordon: No count outs, no rope breaks, no rules in REBEL Pro. Just wanton violence, like it should be.

Linzi Martin: Finale is a former KoE Champion. I’m pretty sure he’s familiar with that. He’s quite the looker too. I’d let him Buffalo Butcher me any time.

Larry Gordon: You and your hormones, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: What can I say, I like a good Championship dick.

Larry Gordon: Now I know why Simon hired you.

Finale gets to his feet, wipes the blood off of his face and shakes it off as if that shit didn’t even happen as he gets back into the ring.

Linzi Martin: D’uh.

Jaice Wilds with another swing of the bat as Finale, but Finale just puts his arms up in a cross over his face and blocks the attack. Sure, his flesh from his arms rip out in a few places as Jaice pulls the bat back, but he’s a fucking bad ass.

Linzi Martin: He can Super Shred my ass anytime.

Finale rushes forward, goes for a clothesline but Jaice Wilds ducks.

Larry Gordon: We get it, Linzi.

Jaice springboards off the ropes, and lands a vicious super kick in Finale’s face.

Linzi Martin: He can bring his Stabfest ‘11 into my pants, with his pen-

Larry Gordon: YEAH! WE KNOW!

Wilds hops up onto the top rope and comes off with a stunning corkscrew shooting star press!!! But as he lands, Finale holds up the barbed wire bat and even though Wilds successfully connects, his neck crumples over the bat, cutting up his throat. Wilds rolls off of Finale, coughing and bleeding. Finale feels the pain, but he moves to cover Jaice.

2!!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Jaice kicks out!

Linzi Martin: Damn these guys are good. What’s a girl to do, Larry?

Larry Gordon: Do what you’re doing in private. My goodness.

Linzi holds her hand to Larry’s face.

Linzi Martin: Sample?

Larry Gordon: No thanks.

Finale is up first and he lifts Jaice Wilds up by the neck, purposefully crushing his thumbs into Wilds’ new cuts as he whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Jaice is a boss ass REBEL though, in case you forgot, and he hops up onto the turnbuckle again. Finale “accidentally” shoves the referee into the ropes, causing Wilds to slip and crotch land on the turnbuckles. Finale grabs Jaice by the hair and begins smacking him across the face.

Finale: Bad! Bad! Bad!

Wilds flips himself backwards, throwing his feet up, placing them on Finale’s shoulders. Then he flips forward, crotch to face and takes Finale down, sitting down on his chest as he reaches back and pulls Finale’s legs up for the cover! But the referee is slow to get up… Finally, he does.

2!!

TH-KICK OUT! Finale kicks out and throws Jaice off of him.

Linzi Martin: This is getting intense!

Jaice quickly hops to the top rope and doesn’t wait for a moment as he comes off the top rope with Aerial Ace!!! But Finale puts his knees up, and Jaice bounces off of him in serious pain. Finale back up and he looks like he wants to put some hurt to Jaice as he throws him back into the turnbuckles. Finale climbs out onto the apron and Jaice turns around and begins throwing lefts and rights to fight back the tide from his stance on the second turnbuckle. Finale climbs up, taking the hits and throwing some of his own back. The exchange ends when Finale punches Wilds in the throat, right where Wilds was cut up from the bat. Finale grabs onto Jaice and pulls him forward… A Piledriver from the second rope onto the apron!!! Jaice falls forward and to the outside, as Finale joins him.

Larry Gordon: Intense isn’t the word, Linzi!

Finale grabs Jaice and throws him back into the ring. Finale slides back in and locks on Tiger Blood!!! Jaice’s eyes shoot open, glaring in pain… He tries to fight out, the crowd is on their feet.

Fans: JAICE! JAICE! JAICE!

Finale: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Fans: JAICE! JAICE! JAICE!

Linzi Martin: NANCY! NANCY! NANCY!

Wilds refuses to tap.

Larry Gordon: Sit down, what are you doing?

Finale applies more pressure.

Linzi Martin: Just getting in on the action?

Finally, Jaice Wilds begins to tap out.

DING DING DING

Finale doesn’t let go, he just keeps applying more and more pressure as his music hits. The crowd boos loudly. Finally, The Buffalo Butcher eases off and gets up, his hand is raised.

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

Finale exit’s the ring, wiping the blood from his face as he makes his way to the back with Ramona.

Linzi Martin: Jaice really tried hard, it sucks he lost.

Larry Gordon: I’m impressed, either way. Finale and Jaice put on a great match, and I hope we see more of Finale.

*****Indestructible*****

In the beginning… There were three.

Order of Chaos Emblem

The time has come to wave the flag once again.

*****Medical Issues*****

We quickly fade backstage, where Vincent Black is being escorted out of the building by security. He seems upset.

Shawn West: Hey, I don’t care how things used to be done. I’m in charge, and I say you can’t wrestle like that pal.

Vincent Black: You’re another asshole straight out of Kalis’ pocket.

Shawn West: Hey, hey now. Don’t worry, if you really want to get yourself killed in a handicap match come back next week and we’ll see what we can work out.

West sips his whiskey, smiles and waves off security.

Vincent Black: Fuck you.

Black gets hauled off by a bunch of security guards, and West just turns around to go back into his office.

Shawn West: No thanks.

*****Non Title Match*****
*****Jamie Flynn versus Virgil Keenan*****

The match starts uncharacteristically of the Rebel wrestling environment as Virgil and Jamie swiftly circle each other, eyes locked. Timidly moving towards each other Virgil offers a hand, test of strength. The champion knows he’s bigger and likely stronger than his opponent. Jamie accepts the lock only to twirl the arm into an arm wrench. Jamie drops a few elbows and twirls into a drop toe hold, rolling through, and over Virgil for a side headlock. Virgil swiftly rolls the move and plants Jamie on his shoulders for a one count. Jamie rolls it back to the stationary headlock. Another counter attempt and Virgil brings it to a vertical stance before elbowing his opponent a few time and sweeping him to the ground where he swiftly stomps the knee.

Jamie scurries away and gets back to his feet where Virgil is already upon him with a back hand chop across the chest. Jamie stagger back be retorts with a guttural kick. The two exchange blows until Jamie gets the upper hand and whips Virgil into the ropes. The champ comes back with a nasty dropkick to the knee, which causes Flynn to topple over head and crash on the mat. Virgil capitalizes on the knee; grabbing the limb and jerking it around violently, stomping it, and stretching it. Flynn fights it off with a few kicks before getting to his feet. Virgil bursts forward and attempts a clothesline only for the skilled competitor to duck
and lift the oncoming momentum up into the air and down on the top rope with a flap jack.

With Virgil squirming on the mat Jamie takes his advantage and brings the champion to his feet, slapping him around with a few strikes before landing a snap suplex and rolling senton combination. Upon lifting Virgil for the next move the champion wrestler drops with a jawbreaker and staggers Jamie into the ropes. A mere second later Flynn is dropped to his back from a knee clip. Keenan keeps a focus on the knee as he lays the leg on the bottom rope and stomps the Jesus out of it, followed by a knee drop.

Jamie tries several time to regain his composer and get back to his feet, but Virgil uses his strategy and the weakening knee to his advantage. When Keenan attempts to bring Jamie to his feet himself and jam him in the corner he counters with a slicing kick to the ribs. Virgil coughs and cradles his side, only for another kick, another. And a final combination superkick that gets caught! Virgil dragon screws the leg and cripples Jaime onto the ground. The fans start chanting for blood and weapons. So why the hell not. Virgil rolls out of the ring and grabs a black folding chair from ringside. ONLY TO TURN INTO A SUICIDE DIVE!
Jamie staggers to his feet and grabs the dropped chair, slamming it a few times vengefully onto Keenan’s back. 3 shots and the new Rebel-pro member looks to find more inventive methods of attack. Tossing up the ring apron he finds nearly bazillion different weapons. It is Rebel-pro after all. A random sack of something is pulled out and Jamie sneaks a peek inside out of curiosity. He smirks. Turning around to his opponent Jamie takes the bag and slams it into the arm of a rising champion who cries in pain as he tries to get away. Another shot to his back and Virgil screeches in pain. The bag starts to rip open; dropping shards of class on the ground. Keenan leans against a barrier when Flynn makes another slam attempt only to miss when the champ side steps and brings a knee up into the sternum. A few repeated shots and Keenan rams Flynn into the steel turnbuckle pole on the outside.

Jamie is dazed as his head get repeatedly slammed into the steel before being rolled into the ring. Virgil retrieves the Chair again, coupled with a second one and returns to the ring when he stabs it down on Jamie’s knee. Jamie clenches the knee before he’s brought to his feet and whips across the ring. On his return Virgil bluntly slams the chair into the leg. Jamie flips head over heel onto the mat grasping at his leg with an “ooo00o0o” chant starting at the harsh move. Jamie is having a hard time here with the champ and rightfully so, but he needs a quick counter an advantage which he makes for himself. Virgil is setting a chair up into the corner and whips Jamie into it, only or Flynn to swiftly counter and send the champ head over heels into the chair, landing on his head and leaning into the turnbuckle awkwardly.

Jamie rubs his leg almost apologizing before hitting the ropes and racing back, diving into the champion with a missile drop kick. Keenan falls out of the corner almost onto his opponent holing his face in agony. Flynn staggers to his feet, retrieving the second chair and stabs it down on Keenan’s finger! A scream of pain and Virgil grasps his finger gawking at it pain. In irony Jamie stabs the leg with the chair before bluntly tossing it at the champion. Mostly concerned with his finger Keenan drags himself to his feet via the ropes, favouring the finger. This wasn’t the wisest idea as the bulls-eye isn’t lost on Jamie who viciously grabs the finger and twists it back grossly. Virgil in pain reacts in a flail, smashing his fists into Jamie’s nose! Shot after shot Virgil unloads until the reaction of pain makes the man stagger back holding the impact point. Keenan holds his finger which at this point might actually be broken, which gives Jamie a small time to recover where he attempts another attack charging at the champion, only to be hoisted and tossed over head to the outside! Only to land skilfully on the apron, unbeknownst to the champion to tends to his finger. SPRING BOARD WHEEL KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Keenan looks knocked the FUCK out as Jamie makes a cover.

Th- Kickout!

Jamie looks frustrated with the near count but doesn’t fret as he exits the ring in search for new weapons. A moment later, Jamie finds himself a barbed wire spool. Agreeing with his discovery Jamie rolls into the ring, loosening up a meter of the wire. Keenan starts moving to his feet only to find himself the victim of several whips into his back! The blood begins to seep out is random small lacerations throughout the back. Keenan manages to get to his feet and avoid a shot, side step another, and roll out of the ring. Jamie whips of the top rope and misses again as Keenan holds his back in pain standing on the ramp. Jamie doesn’t give a shit though as he wraps his elbow in the wire, hitting the ropes and returning for another SUICIDE DI- BAG OF GLASS TO THE FUCKING FACE. The momentum carries through and they both crash on the ramp!

Jamie rolls around holding his face as his brow begins to bleed all over the steel ramp. Virgil brings himself back up and smirks to himself. Grabbing the spool of wire, Keenan wraps it around the leg of his opponent. Before Jamie and realize much of what is going on Keenan proceeds to pull on one end of the wire and then alternating to the other end of the wire. The barbed wire slices through the pant leg and rips the holy high hell out of the leg until Jamie fights back with a few weak kicks. Getting to his feet Flynn staggers around, heading up the ramp to create distance. Virgil reaches into the fans and gets a chair for his efforts. The fans love the blood and cheer the champion and Jamie on in their lovely Rebel Showdown.

Virgil slams the chair on the steel ramp before heading up the structure looking to connect with a vicious shot, only for Jamie to swiftly come out of nowhere with a step up hurricanranna! Keenan lands rough on his back with impact, putting him down long enough for Flynn to return to the ring on a limp. It takes a moment but Keenan follows him back with the chair. The wire is still wrapped around Jamies knee, but it doesn’t phase him much as he continues to wrap the leg turning it into a weapon. Virgil slides into the ring and Jamie is quickly upon him with stomps and pummelling his elbows into the opponent. Flynn drags him to his feet and hoists the champion up on his shoulders for a gut buster! Virgil squirms around the ring holding his stomach.
Flynn brings his leg into the battle again when he sits Keenan up and soccer kicks him in the back! the barbed wire cuts and splices as he kicks over and over, finishing off with a bounce in the ropes and a Shinning wizard.

Thr- No.

Flynn starts feeling a little irritated. Wanting to end the match the wrestler looks to the top rope. He signals for it and the fans go wild. Keenan looks to stir, which is perfect as the aerialist starts to climb the ropes. Perched atop the ropes like a vigilante Flynn waits to finish the match. Keenan makes it to his feet and staggers around the ring before turning to Flynn who DEVIL PLA- His leg gives out! Flynn plants himself ace first on the canvas rolling around in pain! Keenan flinches as his heart nearly shot out through his chest. But with the fall Virgil smiles and rolls out of the ring, grabbing Flynn by his legs, pulling him violently into the poll, right between the legs. Flynn holds his gonads as Keenan sets up the legs around the steel. FIGURE OUR LEG LOCK! Jamie thrashes and bashes around the ring as Virgil hangs off the apron, crushing the leg! It’s perfectly legal!
The ref asks the wrestler if he wants to tap. He refuses. Straight out refuses to tap. He grabs the ropes and clenches them as if they would help him in this situation. They won’t. Jamie smashes the canvas but he doesn’t tap. He looks for support from the fans and doesn’t find it. Keenan keeps yelling at the man to tap. Tap. Tap. Tap tap. The words drill into his head but he won’t do it! Luckly, the barbed wire leg that rubs up against Keenan’s in this hold starts tarring and wounding the champion, causing him to let the hold go. But the damage is done.

Virgil gets back into the ring and bellows out a chant. The masked man signals for the burning hammer! Flynn crawls away and grabs the ropes. It’s the only way he can get to his feet at this point. His leg is basically dead at this point. Keenan smirks through his mask as he gives a vicious kick to the wounded leg and topples Flynn to his knee. Keenan grabs the star by the hair and lifts him up onto his shoulders! Walking away from the ropes. POW!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

THREE COUNT. FLYNN WINS!

Jamie counters the burning hammer into a sunset flip pin!!

Jamie rolls out of the ring and smiles arrogantly to the champion in the ring. Flynn lifts his hand up and signals that he was “That close.” Keenan looks vicious angry, getting to his feet and kicking the bottom rope. The only saving grace is that he is still a champion. That, and Jamie stumbles with each step. The winner limps his victory walk up the ramp. The champ was so close to pulling out the victory but this match belongs to Jamie Flynn.

*****All Hail*****

We fade away from the arena, and the camera shows us a scene right outside of a Boston hospital. A quick flash, and we find ourselves within this medical institution.

Simon Kalis: Hey…

We see Kalis hold his hand up in a salute, very forcefully. He’s obviously out of his coma now, but he is still hooked up to all sorts of equipment. Masakazu is there, leaning up against the wall next to Simon’s bed.

Masakazu: He’s always trying to look pretty for old friends, isn’t he?

The visitor scoffs.

Visitor: You never knew when to tone it down, did you?

Kalis smirks.

Simon Kalis: Never, brother.

Kalis gingerly reaches into his dresser next to him, grabbing out a pack of smokes. The visitor, who we can only see from behind, shakes his head.

Visitor: So you couldn’t manage to keep yourself alive long enough to welcome me.

Simon Kalis: No, but I will anyways.

He lights his cigarette as the visitor drops a large beige envelope onto his bed.

Visitor: Figure you might want to see that.

Masakazu: Is that what I think it is?

Kalis taps the envelope and smirks. The visitor nods.

Simon Kalis: Welcome to REBEL Pro, my old friend.

*****Burning Bridges*****

As we fade to the REBEL Pro logo, followed by the AoWF logo… There is suddenly a flash that stays on screen for a few moments.

Fade away…

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

Loren N. Chill defeats Larry Gordon and pawns off the Fecal Beagle title to him
Loren Chill defeats “Bobby J”, and advances into the mystery tournament of doom!
Larry Gordon defeats Bobby Lee, and Bobby Lee gets his Fecal Beagle title back!
Finale defeats Jaice Wilds, and the Stabfest ‘11 comes to REBEL Pro
Jamie Flynn defeats Virgil Keenan in a tight match up.