*****The Gold Edition*****

Shawn West is walking through the halls of the arena here in San Jose, talking on his cell phone.

SHAWN: “Jeremy, when I get to the office, you and Rupert better be there. This late in traffic bullshit won’t fly. Kalis has a list of things we have to get done, so stop fucking around and get here.”

Shawn gets to the office door and opens it just in time to be booted in the head. He falls backwards, and his head slams on the concrete floor, and hard. He is out cold, moaning a little bit as he is dragged into the office. The camera never sees who the assailant is, as the camera fades to the intro.

*****Greetings From Snowy Skyrim!*****

Marvin Humperdink carefully knocks on the office door, which reads “Simon Kalis”. He is a bit surprised to see Kalis is even in the building tonight, and is filled with trepidation as he opens the door.

Marvin Humperdink: …Sir? Are you here?

Loud music can be heard, but not rap. Or rock. It’s more… Orchestral. There’s clashing. Screaming, heavy breathing. Marvin has no idea what to do. Does he run!? Does he enter?!

Simon Kalis: OH MY GOD!

Masakazu: DUDE! NO!

Marvin Humperdink rushes into the room with a brave face to see what’s happening, to find both father and son sitting in front of a giant flat screen television. Marvin stops to watch as Masakazu holds his head, Simon is standing on the couch as he battles a dragon on a snowy mountain top and everyone lets out a collective sigh.

Marvin Humperdink: Mr. Kalis! You’re here to run the show tonight???

Kalis falls back into the couch as he pulls off an execution finisher on the dragon.

Simon Kalis: GET THE FUCK OUT!

Humperdink trips over himself as he falls out of the office, closing the door behind him and we fade to ringside as the pyros finish going off…

*****The Black & Gold Edition*****

As the pyro from the wicked awesome REBEL show intro dies down, “Born This Way” by Lady Gaga blares over the loudspeaker, as gold and red pyro fires from the stage and REBELtron.

LARRY GORDON: Well, what a surprise here! I wonder what Mr. Gold has to say.

LINZI MARTIN: I couldn’t care less.

Instead of coming to the ring, the REBELtron kicks in, showing Jeremy Gold. He looks unbelievably scared, as he holds a piece of paper in front of him. In the background, we can see Rupert the Kangaroo, tied up with duct tape over his mouth.

JEREMY GOLD: L-l-look, man, let Rupert go. I’ll do what yuh-yuh-you asked me to, it’s O-O…uh, fine.

Gold flinches, and yelps.

JEREMY GOLD: OK OK OK! Hey, uh, REBEL. It seems that General Manager Shawn West is sick or missing or dead because this psycho- OK, OK! I’m acting General manager tonight. So, uhm…. look, I can’t be-

A huge hand covers Jeremy Gold’s face, and pushes him away. Out from behind the camera comes a rather tall man, and the camera is aimed at his chest, as the camera pans up, we see……

Vincent Black. The crowd pops BIG!

LARRY GORDON: Oh, Vincent, what have you done now?
LINZA MARTIN: Made a Jeremy Gold promo worth watching!

Vincent clears his throat, and begins to speak.

VINCENT BLACK: Oh, hi, REBEL fans. I’ve been reading a lot and hearing a lot of complaints about REBEL shows as of late, so I’ve decided to, well, punt Shawn West in the head, send him to the hospital, and force Jeremy Gold to sign a bunch of stipulations into tonight’s matches.

The crowd cheers loudly, but Larry Gordon doesn’t seem amused.

LARRY GORDON: Damnit, Vince! He’s gonna give me another heart attack…

VINCENT BLACK: To make it fair to those involved in tonight’s event, I pulled Jenny jersey aside, gave her some choices of match stipulations, and then told her she could choose what match had what stipulation. To say the least, I was surprised with the outcome. I think Ms. Jersey has made, quite possibly, one of the most entertaining cards to date. REBEL fans, thank Ms. Jersey.

On cue, the fans begin to chant “THANK YOU JENNY CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP”, and Jenny Jersey smiles and blushes.

VINCENT BLACK: So, after Mr. Gold down there graciously signed the contracts, we have what I call “REBEL Aggression: The BLACK AND GOLD EDITION!” And, for this special occasion, I’ve had a limited number of Black and Gold REBEL PRO Jerseys- as a token of my thanks to Ms. Jersey- made up for sale in our merch area. I’m not going to spoil the surprises, so REBEL Pro, have a fucking good time!

The fans cheer wildly.

LINZI MARTIN: Jesus, I think I love that man. I wonder what kind of hardcore, violent bullshit he’s pulled for us tonight?

LARRY GORDON: I think I’ll have to talk to Simon a little later…

*****Taboo versus Jimmy Henderson*****

DING DING

Taboo immediately charges at Henderson but being very agile, he is able to dodge out of the way. Taboo unsuccessfully tries a few single and double-leg takedowns to no avail. Henderson dodges another and then quickly hits a dropkick. Taboo gets to his feet angrily and charges at Henderson. Henderson tries to squirm out of the way but Taboo grabs him and throws him into the corner. Fist! Fist! Fist! Irish whip corner to corner. Henderson bounces off. Taboo runs in with a big clothesline! He grabs Henderson like a rag doll and throws him to the outside!

LARRY GORDON: Taboo desperately wants a match with Hostile! And I don’t blame him, Hostile attacked him without provocation just because he wanted to! But Taboo should not be getting the police called on REBEL—we don’t need it!

LINZI MARTIN: I agree with you. Taboo is taking his frustrations out on Jimmy Henderson!

Just as Henderson gets to his feet, Taboo whips him into and over the guard rail. Then climbs over! Security moves fans out of their seats as Taboo kicks chairs out of his way. Taboo picks up Henderson. POWER BOMB! NO! NO! Henderson reverses into a hurricanrana onto a CHAIR!

LARRY GORDON: The much smaller, more agile competitor showing his stuff!

Taboo grabs his lower back as Henderson goes to work on with a closed steel chair. Henderson picks Taboo up and whips him into the guard rail. Taboo’s back hits it hard. Henderson jumps up onto a steel chair and spinning heel kicks Taboo OVER THE GUARD RAIL! NO! NO! Taboo reverses into an EXPLODER SUPLEX OVER THE GUARD RAIL!

LINZI MARTIN: If it weren’t for Taboo’s problematic back, he could pin Henderson right now!

Taboo falls to the ground holding his back as Henderson tries to get to his feet, the wind completely knocked out of him. Just as he is getting his mojo back, Taboo nails him with a CHAIR HUCK. He yells at the top of his lungs “HOSTILE!!!!!!!” like something out of the Superman and Doomsday saga. He picks Henderson up and whips him into the steel stairs! Henderson flies through them and into chairs at ringside. One of which he grabs… CHAIR HUCK TO TABOO! Taboo falls to the ground. Henderson climbs up the turnbuckle. Just as Taboo stands… MISSILE DROPKICK! Taboo falls down. Henderson climbs up onto the guard rail. Just as Taboo stands… FLYING HEADSCISSORS! Taboo gets up just in time to eat a SUPERKICK!

LARRY GORDON: WHAT A COMBO! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Henderson jumps up onto the ring apron then nails Taboo with a knee drop! He goes back up onto the turnbuckle! He waits for Taboo to stir, then to stand… MOBILE BAY FLIP! BUT TABOO CATCHES HIM! TOMBSTONE—NO! NO! Henderson REVERSES INTO ANOTHER HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN! Taboo flips onto his back. Henderson with a dropkick to the back of Taboo’s head! His head snaps forward! COVER!

LINZI MARTIN: His head snapped! That was vicious!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Henderson is going back up top. Another MOBILE BAY FLIP! This time Taboo moves out of the way! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—KICKOUT BY HENDERSON!

Taboo lets Henderson get to his feet… LARRRIIIAAATTTTTOOOOO!!!!!

LARRY GORDON: Many men have seen their careers end with the strongest lariat in the business!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Taboo grabs a steel chair. He places it on Henderson’s chest. He climbs up onto the ring apron. BOULDER BOMB ONTO THE CHAIR! NO! Henderson gets his knees up! TABOO ROLLS AROUND, CLUTCHING HIS CHEST AND ABDOMEN! Henderson with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!
Henderson stands and grabs the steel chair. Taboo slowly gets to his feet. Henderson swings the chair. Taboo ducks it! Hooks Henderson… BIG BANG THEORY ON THE OUTSIDE ONTO THE DROPPED CHAIR!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… “THE BOULDER FROM BOULDER,” “THE SUPLEX AUTOMATON,”… TABOOOOOOOO!

Taboo ignores the referee raising his arm and looks into the camera.

TABOO: I WANT HOSTILE! GIVE ME HOSTILE! Until I get Hostile in the ring, I will show NO MERCY!

Taboo nails a rising Henderson with a Taboo press then headbutts him into oblivion. He returns to the camera.

TABOO: HOSSSTTTIIIILLLLEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

LINZI MARTIN: Well, the man doesn’t speak in code, that’s for sure!

Larry Gordon: And it looks like he’s about to get his wish!

Hostile leaps out from amongst the fans in the crowd and spears Taboo to the ground and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights. Taboo elbows Hostile in the face, sending Hostile off of him. Taboo grabs the chair, SMASH! Right across Hostile’s face. Snap suplex right over the chair AND Jimmy Henderson! Taboo is on fire! Taboo however gets taken down by Hostile again, this time Hostile using a northern lights suplex.

Linzi Martin: This is madness!

Larry Gordon: I hope they don’t get arrested again.

Hostile quickly climbs up onto the ring apron, then the top turnbuckle… NEW JERSEY HEADSHOT ON TABOO! The crowd is going nuts! Hostile just smirks, and nods as he points in Taboo’s direction while backing away up the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: We need to get this sorted out folks. Damn.

Linzi Martin: This battle is heating up quick!

*****ON STRIKE!*****

Outside of the arena, we find Case Filed Rockets along with Hugh Aredone holding up picket signs and they seem to be protesting.

Justin Case: We’ve had enough.

Rocky Logan: Enough of the shenanigans.

Justin Case: Enough of the bullshit!

Hugh Aredone: We want Larry Gordon back in charge!

The audience inside the building has quite a few mixed reactions. From cheers, to boos, to laughter. Case shakes his head and scoffs.

Justin Case: We will be heard. We will get change.

Rocky Logan: This is Occupy REBEL Pro!

*****Like A Virgin- The First Time Ever!*****

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

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

The song transitions to the first verse.

“I need you to hear this loud and clear”

As the first lyric begins to play from Saliva’s “Badass”, Bubba J walks from the back and stares out to the crowd, the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Title on his left shoulder, the Number One Contender Trophy in his right hand.

“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”

JENNY JERSEY: From Durham, North Carolina, REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champion, the winner of the 2011 Mystery Tournament and your NEEEEWWWW holder of the reinstated Number One Contender Trophy.. “The Ragin’ Redneck” Bubba J!

Bubba J steps up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. He holds the Trophy up high as the fans roar his name and the music continues to blare.

Half of the crowd chants NEW WORLD CHAMP NEW WORLD CHAMP NEW WORLD CHAMP while the other half chants LI-SA SEL-DON CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP LI-SA SEL-DON CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP.

Jenny Jersey hands Bubba the microphone and he brings it to his lips as the volume of his entrance music lowers until it is gone.

BUBBA J: Thank you all, thank you all, I have conquered the man-sized pussy, known as Justin Case, and am once again Number One Contender to the greatest title in this sport!

MEGAPOP!

BUBBA J: Now, there’s been a lot of Tweeting and gossip on the news sites about what the Ragin Redneck’s intentions are. About what I am about to say here tonight at Aggression.

Bubba J looks down at his Trophy and smiles.

BUBBA J: Well—

“Heavy Metal Machine” by the Smashing Pumpkins cues up and the fans rain down boos as Mikey Massacre emerges from the curtain. He looks out at the crowd from behind his trademark aviators and scratches his wild hair and untamed beard. He frowns at the fans as he makes his way to the ring. Bubba J looks pissed and stares Mikey down as he climbs into the ring. Bubba puts his title belt and trophy down. He walks up to Mikey and bumps chests with him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hold on there, Bubba, before you start getting all hillbilly on me and throwing punches, listen to what I have to say.

Bubba stares at him as Mikey backs away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fact of the matter is, just as these fans are chanting, I lost last week at Hell O Ween. Lisa Seldon pinned me. It wasn’t controversial. She hit me with a series of kicks that knocked out a few of my last remaining good teeth. She represents the worst of professional wrestling and what REBEL Pro has become. But… she won. At Hell O Ween, she was the better professional wrestler, whatever the fuck that means thesedays.

Some cheers, but people very skeptical.

MIKEY MASSACRE: So I’m out here to say, Bubba, that I wish you the best of luck. I sincerely hope you have what it takes to defeat her. If it can’t be me, then I honestly don’t really give a shit who it is, so, please, be my guest. Go ahead and challenge Seldon for the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight title.

Bubba raises his mic. to speak but Mikey interrupts him, looking out at the fans—

MIKEY MASSACRE: But just remember one thing, everyone here tonight, and everyone watching at home, as you eat your fried chicken and rub the grease on your wifebeater shirts that expose the gluttonous path your disgusting life has taken… Even if Bubba J wins… You all still lose.

He turns to Bubba.

MIKEY MASSACRE: You hillbilly fuck. You inbred piece of shit. Like I said when I first came back to this company as a wrestler, you and Vinny Black did jack shit as Lisa Seldon and Simon Kalis and the rest of the AOWF fucks came into this company and shat all over it, destroying what had once been the greatest independent wrestling promotion in the world. Wow, we’re selling out Madison Square Garden—WHO GIVES A FUCK? We have no soul! Every one of those assholes in the back does nothing except try to one-up the other. “Oh, you’re using barbed wire to rip out your opponent’s eyeballs? I better do something bigger and better—why don’t I just challenge my opponent to a fucking GUN ON A POLE MATCH!” And you, Bubba, you just sat around, loving every second of it. Taking years off of your opponents’ life, encouraging those young kids in the back to do the same. Dammit, Bubba, what happened to the Nick Everhardts? To the Derrick Steeles? To all the other technical geniuses that used to comprise this company?

Mikey looks around.

MIKEY MASSACRE: SEE? SEE? No one even knows who they are anymore! This place… is RUINED! YOU JUST SAT THERE AND LET IT ALL HAPPEN! So go ahead and challenge Lisa Seldon, go ahead and do it, but the difference between Seldon and Bubba is the same difference as between a goatshit sandwich and a llamashit sandwich. Look different. Taste different. But at the end of the day, this company still has shit on its breath.

BUBBA J: Jaice Wilds. Jamie Flynn. Lisa Seldon. All three of them can put the competition through barbed wire tables, but they could also out-wrestle the best technical wrestlers Canada or Japan or Europe could throw at them. And they all happen to be wrestlers who have pinned you, not just with weapons… but with—

MIKEY MASSACRE: It’s not about me, Bubba. Don’t you see it? It’s about this industry! What this industry—and this company—has become!

BUBBA J: You want to know what this company has become? It has become what it was always intended to be. No DQ. No Countout. No Bullshit. REBEL Pro Wrestling. Just like Rick Garrett, that Mafia fuck, intended. Just like that bitch Rex Caliber and Kyle Roberts intended. Just like the men who used to be in that locker room intended who have since gone on—

MIKEY MASSACRE: They’re gone because this company BROKE THEM! Physically. Mentally. Financially. Spiritually.

BUBBA J: Oh shut the fuck up you rambling prick. All of those men and women made decisions whether or not to compete here. And where I come from, that is called liberty. We put our bodies on the line for the same reason NFL linebackers and running backs do it. The same reason mixed martial artists get in the octagon. For the competition. Because we are humans who were born to FIGHT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s just it—you’re a FIGHTER! Not a WRESTLER!

BUBBA J: I’m the first person to admit that. What, are you new, Mikey? I’m here to FIGHT. And whether it is wrestling or fighting, or sports entertainment, or whatever you want to call it, I am the best in the world at it! And if you don’t get out of my gawd damn face, I’m gonna prove it to you right now!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not so fast, Bubba. Let me ask you something. You say you’re the best in the world, why don’t we put together a little challenge. Yeah, I like it! What about a Pure Honor match between you and I? Mikey Massacre and Bubba J, the two greatest REBEL Icons of all time, have never wrestled one-on-one before. What if they do it in a Pure Honor match?

The fans pop—

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not tonight, you idiots! At the Pay Per View, so this fat shit has time to get in shape for a Pure Honor match!

Bubba J gets in his face.

BUBBA J: Why the fuck would we wrestle in a Pussy Honor match? This is REBEL FUCKING PRO WRESTLING! If Mikey Massacre and Bubba J are going to go one-on-one for the first time ever, I want every fucking weapon imaginable in that ring… and I want those all pussy holds barred! A PURE HARDCORE MATCH!

MIKEY MASSACRE: PURE HONOR!

BUBBA J: PURE HARDCORE!

MIKEY MASSACRE: PURE HONOR!

BUBBA J: PURE HARDCORE!

Mikey Massacre: Pure Honor!

Bubba J: Pure Hardcore!

“Walk on Water” by Ozzy Osbourne cues up and Simon Kalis emerges.

SIMON KALIS: Hasn’t this segment gone on long enough? I’ll tell you two what. I was prepared for Bubba to cash in his Trophy for a shot at Lisa Seldon, but if Bubba J and Mikey Massacre want to face each other for the first time ever, I’m all for it! But it won’t be under Pure Honor or Pure Hardcore, because I am damn proud of this company and the fact that its matches are somewhere between those two poles! This company has the best wrestling, whether its technical or superviolence, in the AoWF today! At the PPV, it’ll be Bubba J and Mikey Massacre for the First Time Ever! Mikey, if you want the match to take place in the ring, you better prevent Bubba J from going outside. Bubba J, if you want the match to be in your style, you’ll have to get Mikey out of the ring! Now, you two, get out of my ring so we can get back to the actual wrestling or fighting or whatever you two are arguing about!

Mikey and Bubba stare each other down.

Bubba J: Hey Mikey!

TRAILER PARK TRASH to Mikey!

BUBBA J: That’s for interrupting me, you sumbitch! Don’t let it happen again.

Bubba’s music cues up as the fans pop and cheer his name. He gathers his title and trophy, glares at Mikey lying still, and leaves the ring.

*****Jamie Flynn versus Jaice Wilds*****

Jenny Jersey: As per Vincent Black’s rules tonight, the following match can only be won by SUBMISSION!

Larry Gordon: Oh boy.

“Animal” by Nickelback hits and Jaice Wilds heads to the ring with speed and finesse, just like his acrobatic style would make him tuned to. He stretches and waits as “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse hits and out steps Jamie Flynn.

Larry Gordon: Flynn has been on fire ever since returning the ring, right here in REBEL Pro. It has to make you wonder if anyone can beat him.

Linzi Martin: His showdown with Lisa is imminent really, but Bubba has dibs on what’s what.

Flynn enters the ring and the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Flynn strikes at Jaice to start things off. Flynn with a spinning elbow, catches Jaice off guard, before following through with a knee strike that catches Jaice in the chin since he is much shorter than Jamie. Jaice goes for a spinning heel kick, Flynn catches him and throws him away on one foot. But Jaice is agile and catches himself before spring boarding himself off the ropes and hitting a lariat on Flynn, taking both men down. Jaice up, quick leg drop over Jamie Flynn. Jaice is back up again, definitely trying to use his speed and agility over the undefeated Jamie Flynn. Jaice with a springboard back elbow as Flynn gets to his feet, but Flynn side steps the attack and Jaice almost falls to the canvas but he catches himself, only for Flynn to use another elbow strike in quick succession with a high knee strike to follow it up. It nearly takes Jaice’s head off his neck as he hit’s the canvas.

Larry Gordon: An impressive style that.

Linzi Martin: You don’t even know what it is, Larry you sly dog.

Larry Gordon: Sure I do. It’s Tony Jaa.

Linzi Martin: Eh. Close enough.

Flynn lifts Jaice up by his neck, but Jaice thrusts his shoulders into Flynn’s ribs and then flips himself forward, sliding down and placing his hands on the canvas. Jaice wraps his legs around Flynn’s neck, flips himself up and then spins as he pulls off a ground hurricanrana type move that astonishes the crowd, and Flynn for that matter. Flynn rolls with it and Jaice follows it up with a springboard super kick. The cameras flash! Jamie Flynn finally hit’s the canvas again and Jaice is taking the high risk, heading up top. Jaice flies off with a corkscrew shooting star press!!!! BUT RIGHT INTO THE RAISED KNEES FROM FLYNN! Jaice bounces off him, clutching his sides and immediately Flynn looks to wrap this up crossface chickenwing on Jaice!

Linzi Martin: Flynn could win it already! Jaice is in a bad spot!

Larry Gordon: The kid has tons of hearts. And I know people keep asking why he gets the toughest opponents.

Linzi Martin: Cause they need krill?

Larry Gordon: No! Cause Simon and I believe this kid has the potential to be something very special in this business and in REBEL Pro. He’s the future, Linzi.

We see Jaice trying not to pass out as he struggles to get free.

Linzi Martin: Well just like Europe’s economy, the future looks shit right now.

Jaice manages to get free, but is it because he got free or Flynn let go? Or a combo of both? Either way, Flynn gets to his feet now and the veteran doesn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat as Wilds crawls to the opposite side of the ring.

Linzi Martin: Come on! KILL HIM!

Larry Gordon: You’re mighty blood thirsty.

Linzi Martin: It’s the time of the month and I’m not gonna be the only person bleeding out here tonight! COME ON!

Larry Gordon: Dear Lord.

Flynn gets right up behind Jaice as Jaice gets to his feet and grapples him but Jaice throws his feet on the bottom rope and sends them both flying back on top of each other. Jaice Wilds quickly puts Flynn into the evil Indian death lock! Flynn is now the one writhing in pain as he calculates a means of escaping this very precarious situation he now finds himself in. Jaice Wilds yells out for him to tap out and give up but Flynn flat out refuses, shaking his head no. Jaice wilds keeps applying pressure and you have to think Flynn’s legs will be suffering after this.

Linzi Martin: No way! Oh man I’m gonna lose so much money if Flynn taps out right now!

Larry Gordon: Wait you have money on this match?!

Linzi Martin: Like, every match. D’uh. Good way to double, even triple your salary.

Flynn reaches for Jaice but Jaice swats his arms away.

Larry Gordon: Pretty sure that could be illegal.

Jaice holds onto the ropes, using them for leverage to add more pressure but this is his downfall as Flynn times that moment right to get one leg free and kick Jaice hard in the face. Jamie Flynn pulls himself to his feet as Jaice untangles himself out of the mess of the ropes.

Larry Gordon: Jaice has really held his own here versus Flynn.

Flynn grapples Jaice as he gets to his feet lays Wilds out with a fishermans buster. Flynn moves to capitalize, and locks in High-arched Boston crab, the Mercy Killing!

Linzi Martin: Nice work there Larry. You jinxed him.

Jaice Wilds is in agonizing pain. Flynn aches in his own knees and legs too after that death lock but finds the strength to pull back and force Jaice to tap out.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… JAMIE FLYNN!

Linzi Martin: Dolla, dolla bill ya’ll!

Larry Gordon: Oh lord.

Flynn has his hands raised as “Knights of Cydonia” hits once more and he exit’s the ring. Jaice holds his head as he stares up at the arena ceiling.

Larry Gordon: Poor kid. He fought real hard though.

The arena here in San Jose gives Jaice a standing ovation which he appreciates as he waves to them, heading off.

Linzi Martin: CREAM!

*****Occupy REBEL*****

We fade back into the office of Simon Kalis. He sits with Masakazu, both of them scratching their chins.

Simon Kalis: I’m telling you, it’s somewhere in these ruins.

Masakazu: You’ve been looking for thirty minutes. The stupid dwemer mechanism thing is probably for a quest later on.

Simon Kalis: Fuck that! It’s in this room. Stupid Mzinichaleft or whatever it’s called.

Masakazu: God damn it.

Masa rips the Xbox controller out of his dads hand, and makes a beeline for the exit.

Simon Kalis: NOOOOO!!!!

Kalis tackles Masakazu to the ground and they begin fighting over the controller as Jeremy Gold barges into the room.

Jeremy Gold: Hey!!! HEY!!!

Mas and Simon look up.

Jeremy Gold: Have you been paying attention to ANYTHING going on tonight?

Kalis sits up and Masakazu rolls away, triumphant in his battle for the controller.

Simon Kalis: What? Didn’t you see me go out there and handle that shit with Bubba and Mikey? Or did some PWA dudes make you piss yourself again?

Jeremy Gold: NO! Vincent Black is running the show tonight!

Simon Kalis: What?

Jeremy Gold: And Case Filed Rockets are protesting! They want you fired!

Simon Kalis: …

Gold grabs the controller for the TV and flips it to what’s currently going on outside the arena because that’s a channel apparently. We see that some fans have joined CFR in their protest outside the arena.

Justin Case: Alright guys. Start it up!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Rocky Logan: Yeah that’s it!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Hugh Aredone: One more time!

Fans: WE WANT GORDON! NO MORE KALIS!

Simon grabs the remote and throws turns the channel back to his HD input for the Xbox.

Simon Kalis: I’m not worried. I’ve got a blood dragon to fight.

Jeremy Gold: A wha…

Masakazu: Yeah and we finally ran into Alduin. What a boss.

Simon Kalis: What I’m saying is get the fuck out.

Gold steps out and closes the door behind him, looking like a sad panda.

*****Vincent Black- FUCK YEAH!*****

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain hits the speakers, and instantly red and yellow pyro goes off on the stage and REBELtron as Vincent Black steps out from backstage. He walks to the ring amongst huge cheers from the fans. He slaps a few hands around the outside of the ring, before stepping up onto the apron, and over the top rope.

LARRY GORDON: I wonder what he has to say now.

Vincent reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a microphone.

VINCENT BLACK: Hey, REBEL, how’s the night treating you?

A loud pop.

VINCENT BLACK: Are we having fun?

Again, a loud pop from the crowd.

VINCENT BLACK: Yep, thought so. And when’s the last time Shawn West did anything like tonight? When’s the last time Simon Kalis FUCK YEAH’d his way into an interesting Aggression card? That’s why I’m taking over as general manager of Aggression. That’s why I’ll be call-

LARRY GORDON: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vincent.

Larry Gordon has stood up, and has a microphone in his hand.

LINZI MARTIN: Mr Gordon, please, Vincent is kind of a dick.

LARRY GORDON: I’ll be fine, dear.

Larry walks to the ring, and walks up the steel steps to the apron. Vincent pulls the middle rope and pushes the bottom rope down with his foot to allow Larry Gordon into the ring.

LARRY GORDON: Thank you, Vincent. It’s good to see you have some sort of respect.

VINCENT BLACK: No, I just didn’t want to wait nine thousand years for you to hobble your broken ass up here.

A wave of boos are thrown Vincent’s way, as are some laughs and cheers. Larry Gordon just shakes it off.

LARRY GORDON: The things some people say to their bosses. Either way, I have to give you credit, tonight’s Aggression has been entertaining. It’s been action packed. We’ve seen some intense wrestling tonight, that’s gone around the arena. We saw a surprising match of wits between two young stars, and only the good Lord himself knows what else you have in store for our fans.

The fans cheer Gordon’s praises.

LARRY GORDON: But the problem is, Vincent, you went about this the wrong way. You intentionally injured REBEL management, sending Mr. West to the hospital, and that comes out of mine and Kalis’s pockets. Then, you have PETA calling our corporate offices because you hog-tied a kangaroo. You force a man, against his will, to put stipulations into matches that our talent was not prepared for, and you disrepect myself and our fans.

Some of the crowd boo, while some cheer; it’s unclear who is cheering and booing for what.

VINCENT BLACK: When were you going to step up and show us what REBEL can really be? I just took the initiative, Mr. Gordon, while you sat behind the announce table, staring at Linzi’s cunt that drips whenever I walk out here.

Another mixed reaction from the crowd, a little heavier on the boos since the crowd respects Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: You watch your language, I will not have yo talk ill of that wonderful woman.

The crowd pops huge for this.

LINZI MARTIN: Thank you, Mr. Gordon!

Black shakes his head.

VINCENT BLACK: Look, maybe I’m being kind of harsh here, but the fact is, something needed to be done. Every now and then, REBEL needs to be shaken up every now and then. This was good for REBEL, Larry. Was it not?

Gordon stops to think over what Vincent just said, and he nods his head.

LARRY GORDON: Yeah, it was.

The crowd cheers big, as Vincent smiles.

LARRY GORDON: And the streetfight for the AOWF Tag Team Championsip and REBEL World Tag Team Championship between hardcore Entertainment and the Order ofChaos will be good for REBEL, too.

The crowd EXPLODES as Vincent’s jaw drops.

LARRY GORDON: Somebody had to step in and do something, Vince.

He drops the microphone, and gingerly gets out of the ring. Vincent smiles a little.

VINCENT BLACK: Huh. Well, looks like the old man finally found his balls again.

“Carbomb” hits again, and Black steps over the top rope as we fade to commercial.

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*****Hostile versus Virgil Keenan*****

LINZI MARTIN: Virgil and Hostile are about to get it on!

LARRY GORDON: Hostile and Virgil Keenan are both former Aggression champs with eyes on more REBEL gold!

LINZI MARTIN: Hostile had some interesting comments to make regarding—

LARRY GORDON: Hostile has a comment about everything.

Virgil and Hostile circle each other…

DING DING

Virgil immediately kicks Hostile in the gut. Punch. He sends him off of the ropes. Hostile reverses. Hostile puts a foot up but Virgil catches it and trips out his other foot. He drops an elbow on the inner knee but Hostile rolls out of the way and drops an elbow of his own, Virgil avoids it. Virgil with a second elbow drop attempt, Hostile moves out of the way. Hostile with a second attempt and he catches Virgil. Back to his feet, another elbow drop! A third. Virgil lifts his head but Hostile runs off of the ropes and nails him with a clothesline. Hostile picks Virgil up and throws his head into the turnbuckle. A second time. A third time. He tries to get Virgil up for the Burning Hammer but Keenan immediately begins elbowing him! Hostile staggers away. But charges forward with a clothesline, Virgil back body drops him—he lands on the corner of the apron! Hostile with another clothesline, ducked by Virgil. Virgil with a big enzuigiri kick that sends Hostile tumbling to the outside! Hostile slowly gets to his feet… Virgil with a huge spear through the ropes! He lands atop Hostile and rains down punches!

LARRY GORDON: Could one of these two eventually be a REBEL world champ?

LINZI MARTIN: I don’t doubt it, boss.

Virgil gets off of Hostile. Hostile crawls back towards the guard rail. Virgil runs forward. Flying knee into Hostile’s face—NO! Hostile moves out of the way! Keenan holds his knee in agony as Hostile gets to his feet. He runs at Keenan… GREETINGS FROM NEW JERSEY! NO! NO! Keenan moved out of the way and Hostile’s boot hit the guard rail! Both men rolling around on the ground. Keenan gets to his feet first. He nails Hostile with a flying knee!

LINZI MARTIN: Finally gets to use his knee!

LARRY GORDON: A man who pays his debts!

Virgil takes Hostile’s body and lays it on the ground. He climbs up the turnbuckle. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

LINZI MARTIN: Keenan with the win—

NO! NO! NO! Hostile MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Virgil is knocked out cold as Hostile struggles to get to his feet. He grabs Virgil, hoists him up… BURNING HAMMER! NO! Virgil squirms out and lands in front of him. But Hostile grabs him with a full nelson… STO ON THE CEMENT! Hostile reaches under the ring. And he grabs a table! He sets it up. He hoists Keenan up. BURNING HAMMER THROUGH THE TABLE!

LARRY GORDON: And it’s about to be ALL OVER—

NO! NO!

Virgil reverses into a tornado DDT! He quickly picks Hostile up. PILEDRIVER! NO! Hostile reverses into a SPINEBUSTER! He picks Keenan up. POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! NO! NO! Instead, Hostile powerbombs him on the CEMENT! And he reaches under the ring… LIGHTER FLUID! And a BOOK OF MATCHES! The table is IN FLAMES!

LARRY GORDON: Something tells me this was meant as a message to Taboo?

He picks Keenan up for a powerbomb… this time THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!

NO!

KEENAN REVERSES INTO A LUNGBLOWER SORTA THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE! THEY BOTH SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!

REBEL Pro chants erupt as both men roll around on the ground. Finally, Keenan stirs. He begins to climb up the top rope. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

NO! NO!

Hostile gets to his feet and runs up the turnbuckle. Keenan meets him with a series of lefts and rights. Hostile fires back. Hostile with a headbutt. Another. A third! But Keenan fights back! Fists of fury! Keenan puts Hostile on his shoulders… SUPER BURNING HAMMER!

LINZI MARTIN: If this was a normal match, it’d be all over!

LARRY GORDON: Now such thing as a normal match here in REBEL country!

Keenan climbs up the turnbuckle slowly, clearly exhausted. NEW JERSEY HEAD SHOT!

LARRY GORDON: But with this maneuver, he will—

NO! NO! Hostile rolls out of the way before Keenan jumps! He rolls all the way to the outside, on one knee, woozy from the match. Keenan instead hits him with a springboard lariat! NO! NO! HOSTILE REVERSES INTO A BURNING HAMMER ON THE CEMENT!

LINZI MARTIN: What a match!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “YOUR PERSONAL DEMON” HOSTILE!

Hostile raises his arms out at the crowd, soaking up their boos. He pushes a cameraman out of the way as he makes his way to the back, his arms still raised in the air. Keenan gets to his feet, pushing an official out of the way, determined to leave on his own two feet as we fade…

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

Taboo defeats Jimmy Henderson in a Falls Count Anywhere match
Jamie Flynn defeats Jaice Wilds in a submission match
Hostile defeats Virgil Keenan in a Finishers Match