Aggression 11-21-2011

*****Occupy REBEL Redux?*****

Some sort of loud rap music blares outside the arena, as a Black BMW X5 passes by a picket line set up by Case Filed Rockets and a bunch of fans. Simon Kalis, Masakazu and Maya all step out and observe.

Justin Case: WE WANT LARRY!

Rocky Logan: NO MORE KALIS!

Kalis looks over to Mas and Maya and smirks.

Simon Kalis: He’s got balls. I’ll give him that.

Masakazu: You should just fire him.

Maya: Noooo! Justin and Rocky are pretty hot. But that Hugh, ew.

Simon Kalis: Hah, no. I’ve got plans for Case.

Simon waves to Case and smirks, as the small crowd with CFR picks up their chant and we fade inside.

*****Jaice Wilds versus Hostile*****

Hostile starts up, Wilds cautious as he waits in the corner. Hostile charges, aiming for a clothesline attempt, but Wilds rolls under and springs into a dropkick. Hostile hits the turnbuckle, Wilds jumping into another dropkick that sends Hostile back into the turnbuckle. Hostile comes off, Wilds jumping onto the middle rope and springboarding into a senton… but it’s reversed into a powerbomb. Hostile shakes his head, grinning at Jaice. Wilds starts back to his feet, shaking off the move as he turns to Hostile. Larson grabs Wilds by the arm, whipping him across the ring. Wilds rebounds, ducking beneath a boot, jumping onto the bottom rope on the rebound. Hostile turns, Wilds with a crossbody; caught in mid-air! Hostile goes for a fallaway slam, but Wilds twists and lands on one knee across the ring. Hostile starts up, Jaice charging up with a shining wizard, but Hostile ducks backwards sending Jaice careening over him. Hostile gets to his feet and turns, Wilds rolling to his feet and turning around himself. Hostile stalks up, throwing a right hook, but Wilds ducks under and jumps into an inverse enziguri. Hostile falls to one knee, shaking off the kick as Jaice spins on a dime, tripping Hostile with a low spin kick to the back of Hostile’s legs. Hostile hits the mat, but throws his legs up as Jaice spins around to attempt a cover, locking the Xtreme Aerialist into a body scissors. Jaice struggles, but Hostile locks in tighter.

Larry Gordon: Jaice pulling some of those quick, flashy moves he’s known for, but Hostile manages to ground him with some technical moves here.

Linzi Martin: Bah. Where’s the REAL action? COME ON!!

Jaice continues to struggle against the scissors, Hostile throwing a flurry of elbows into Jaice’s scalp. Hostile finally releases Wilds, rolling to his feet. Jaice struggles, Hostile falling back before running up with a vicious soccer kick to the head… NO! Jaice falls back, Hostile moving past him as Jaice springs up, chop block to Hostile! Larson falls to the mat, Wilds backing up a bit into the ropes to regain his center. He starts to his feet, Hostile getting to a knee. Jaice springboards off the middle rope, looking for a chop kick, Hostile jumping out of the way. Jaice rolls to his feet, narrowly ducking beneath a big boot, springing up on his hands as Hostile turns around into a standing head scissors, Jaice flipping up onto Hostile’s shoulders and throwing a barrage of lefts into Hostile’s head. Hostile backs up, bumping into the ropes. Jaice twists downward, bringing Hostile over the ropes with a hurricanrana that sends the bigger man to the floor, Wilds holding onto the top rope. Hostile starts to a knee, grabbing the crowd barrier to lift himself, starting to turn towards the ring. Wilds flies off the ropes…

Larry Gordon: Oh my god!

Linzi Martin: Shiiiit…

Wilds with a flying DDT, spinning around 180 degrees and planting Hostile’s head into the crowd barrier. Hostile crumples to the floor, Jaice bracing himself against the crowd barrier as the attack took a toll on his back as well. Jaice reaches behind himself, grabbing the crowd barrier to lift himself. Hostile is barely moving, his right hand covering the back of his head. Jaice stumbles to the ring, rolling in. He looks out at Hostile, raising an arm to a cheering crowd. Hostile manages to his knees, holding his head as he tries to shake off the attack. Jaice falls back, rebounding as Hostile finally manages to his feet. Jaice flips over the top rope, looking for a corkscrew flying clothesline… Hostile moves, grabbing Jaice’s wrist with one hand and pushing the back of his arm with the other, sending Jaice crashing into the crowd barrier and locking in an armbar. Jaice falls to the crowd, grasping at his chest with his free arm while Hostile torques the hold on his right. Jaice tries to squirm free, but this only causes Hostile to torque the move further. Jaice grunts in pain, wincing as the pain shoots through his arm and chest.

Linzi Martin: Oh, yes… This is what I’m talkin about…

Larry Gordon: Jaice Wilds with that high risk- high reward move set… and that high-risk part kicks in.

Hostile wrenches back until Wilds’ arm is ready to break, Wilds shouting in pain. Wilds suddenly springs against the crowd barrier, flipping over Hostile in such a way that Hostile loses his grip. Jaice rolls to his feet, holding his arm as Hostile stands, charging Wilds. Jaice jumps out of the way, Hostile jumping through the air and flying under the ring apron. Wilds rolls into the ring, resting in a corner as he tends to his arm. After working it in a couple circles to stretch it out, he looks back out to the floor. There is still no sign of Hostile, and Jaice starts to play to the crowd. The crowd starts to cheer louder as Jaice slides out of the ring, cautiously lifting the apron where Hostile disappeared. As his head is ducked beneath the apron, Hostile flies around the corner with a barbed wire-wrapped kendo stick, swinging for the fences as he brings it down over Wilds’ back. Wilds crumples to the floor as Hostile looks to the crowd, a sickening grin. He takes a step back, raising the stick again and bringing it down on Wilds’ back once more. Wilds rolls under the ring, Hostile raising the stick in premature victory. He rolls the apron back, reaching under the ring. He pulls Jaice out by the hair… but it’s a mannequin head. Hostile tosses it into the crowd, looking under the ring… BZZZZZZZZRRRRTT!!!

Linzi Martin: Oooh, yeah!

Larry Gordon: And Wilds with a comeback here, slamming that tazer right between the eyes of Hostile!

Linzi Martin: That shock is going to make Hostile go freakin numb… oh, yes!!

Hostile falls back, writhing a bit as he holds his face. Jaice rolls out, holding his back as he slides into the ring. He makes his way to the other side, rolling up the curtain and searching beneath the ring for something. He doesn’t find what he’s looking for, pacing around to another side of the ring and lifting the apron. He moves one or two things around, then grins as he finds what he was searching for. Hostile starts to a knee, holding his nose, as the crowd roars at what Wilds is pulling out. Jaice throws a roll of barbed wire into the ring, grabbing a pair of wire cutters and sliding into the ring as well. He grabs the spool, starting to wrap his boots with the bladed wire as Hostile stumbles to his feet, falling back on the crowd barrier. Wilds cuts the finished strand, pleased with the results and begins wrapping his other foot. Hostile stumbles towards the ring, hopping in and using the ropes to get to his feet. Jaice finishes wrapping his foot, cutting off the length of barbed wire and turning his attention to Hostile. Hostile uses the ropes to propel himself towards Wilds, who quickly ducks out and launches into a pele kick. Hostile falls back a bit, rubbing his nose which is now cut open just a bit, and charges back up to Wilds. Jaice attempts a roundhouse, Hostile ducking under and taking Jaice out at the knees. Hostile grabs Jaice’s other leg, trying to ignore the cutting of the barbed wire as he locks Jaice into a sharpshooter.

Larry Gordon: My god, that HAS to hurt the both of them!!

Linzi Martin: The blood! The pain! The BLOOD!! YES! YES! YES!!

Hostile puts pressure on the shooter, the barbs cutting deeper into his flesh. Jaice calls out in pain, but refuses to give in. Hostile tightens his grip as much as he can, but the barbed wire digging into his skin gets to be too much, and he is forced to loosen his grip a bit. Jaice struggles, managing to get his hands under him, and flips Hostile off his back. Hostile stumbles into the ropes, Jaice starting to his knees. Hostile’s blood trickles from his arms, a small pool of blood forming beneath him. He pushes himself into the ropes, rebounding into a clothesline to Jaice. Wilds falls to the mat, Hostile’s blood now splattered across his throat and chest as the bigger man throws a few kicks into Wilds’ chest. Wilds rolls to a knee, Hostile taking a few steps back, running up with a punt kick! NO! Wilds rolls out, hopping up into a massive enziguri to Hostile! Hostile goes down, his head now bleeding as well. Jaice stands, playing to the crowd as he points to the turnbuckle. A roar from the crowd, Jaice starts to ascend the turnbuckles.

Larry Gordon: And it looks like Wilds is going to attempt that flying corkscrew lariat!

Linzi Martin: A leg lariat… to the head… with his feet wrapped in barbed wire? Oh, yes… oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!

Hostile stands, Jaice leaping off the turnbuckle and pulling the corkscrew, coming down for the lariat… AND HOSTILE JUMPS! DROPKICK TO THE STERNUM!! Jaice hits the mat, rolling to the ropes. He starts up, pulling himself to his feet with the ropes. Hostile grabs Jaice’s arm, whipping him across the ring. Jaice stops on a dime, attempting to reverse with his own irish whip, but Hostile plants himself and pulls Jaice back in. He drops, locking Jaice into the DEMON’S DREAM!! Jaice has nowhere to go!

Linzi Martin: YES! YES! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!

Larry Gordon: He’s got the crossface! He’s got the crossface! This could be it!

Jaice attempts to struggle free, but he’s caught with no escape. He fights the pain valiantly, but Hostile’s power and determination are far greater than Wilds’ remaining energy, and eventually Jaice has no choice but to tap out.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, HOSTILE!!!!

*****One by One*****

Hostile grabs the Mic from Jenny Jersey as Jaice Wilds makes his way to the back. Hostile brings the Mic to his lips.

Hostile: Is this really the best Kalis can send me? Is this really all I can expect for competition from this place?

The crowd jeers The Jersey City Demon mercilessly; he couldn’t care less.

Hostile: I’m tired of destroying the undercard of thus company. I’m tired of mediocre talent getting title shot while those who truly excel are passed over.

Hostile: I want my fair shot. I want to match up with the best in this company. I want the likes of Jamie Flynn, Bubba J and Vincent Black. I want real competition.

Hostile: I want on the path that will lead me to the World Heavyweight Title. I want to prove that I am the very best this company has. And next week, I’m going to start with Matt Stone!

Hostile: Why Matt Stone? Because he is every bit as good as he says he is. He is one of the very few people that has an honest shot at Seldon’s title.

Hostile: And if Simon Kalis does not give me what I want, I will destroy this company from within. I will take out his entire roster one by one until I’m the only one left to face Lisa.

Suddenly from the crowd, here comes TABOO! Taboo slides into the ring behind with a HUUUUUUUUUUGE LARIAT on Hostile! Hostile hit’s the canvas hard, and he’s clearly out of it following the hellacious match with Jaice Wilds. Taboo picks Hostile up, BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

Larry Gordon: It’s pandemonium!

Linzi Martin: Taboo has just laid Hostile out!

Taboo grabs a microphone and looks right into the camera and points down at Hostile.

Taboo: There’s no getting out of this! Not after everything that’s happened. I DEMAND my match with Hostile at the next pay per view. He’ll face ME! Not Matt Stone. Not Lisa Seldon. ME!

Suddenly, before Taboo can say anything else, “Back in Black” by AC/DC hits and the crowd all turn their attention to the entrance ramp.

Linzi Martin: Awwwww yeah! He’s back in charge!

Simon Kalis steps out, still dressed in his black and gold pinstripe Armani suit with a microphone in hand. Simon taps the microphone.

Simon Kalis: This is the time you all say…

Simon points the microphone to the crowd.

Fans: ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL!

And while Simon finds this amusing, Taboo is in no mood for jokes. Hostile pulls himself away from Taboo and sits up against the guard rails, looking towards Kalis now too.

Simon Kalis: When we got you Taboo, I was so happy. When Hostile came back, I was so happy. When you two showed this need to make each other bleed going all the way back to NAPW, well… It made me happy. But you know what makes me happy too?

Kalis pauses for dramatic effect.

Simon Kalis: Having PWA’s World Champion working for REBEL Pro now too. And sure it’s a pay per appearance deal, but. Hey. We’re getting loaded with folks who want to do each other harm and that’s NEVER a bad thing. So when I see Hostile straight call Matt Stone out… I think. Well shit. Who doesn’t wanna see that?

The crowd cheers, but Taboo isn’t looking too pleased.

Simon Kalis: But, I understand how you feel Taboo. I’ve been in your spot. I can relate. So I think, well. Hostile made his return by fucking with you, and that wasn’t very nice Mr. Larsen.

Hostile rolls his eyes.

Simon Kalis: So I’m thinking, you know, it’s only fair that Taboo… That he gets to fuck with you. So sure, Hostile. You’ll get to face Matt Stone. Next week. On the Super Aggression MISGIVINGS 2011!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Hostile nods with approval though Taboo is the only one upset.

Simon Kalis: BUT! Taboo over here will get to don the black and white, and he will be the referee officiating that match.

Larry Gordon: Oh my!

Linzi Martin: OH SHIT!

Hostile is up and he bumps past Taboo, while Taboo just smirks and nods as he makes his way back through the crowd. Hostile stops right in Simon Kalis’ face.

Larry Gordon: Oh Hostile, don’t do this.

Linzi Martin: Attacking the boss is never good for your health. OR wealth, as it were!

Simon Kalis: See you soon, Mr. Larsen.

Kalis steps aside and smiles, like the jackass he is. Hostile disappears backstage and Simon makes his way to the ring.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think he’s done.

Simon waves at the announcers table. Larry waves back, but Linzi blushes.

Linzi Martin: HEY! He was CLEARLY waving to me! The hot nympho chick! Not you, Larry.

Simon Kalis: So that brings us to new business, doesn’t it? After all, you folks wanted me back in charge and here I am. I leave for one month to wage a war on PWA, and for The Order to do our World Tour… And look what happens. Fucking Johnny Maverick is Aggression Champion.

The crowd cheers this, cause Johnny Mav is awesome d’uh.

Simon Kalis: Yeah, no. I know. I mean I’d like to think Johnny and I are pals. But this doesn’t change the fact that a non-REBEL is holding one of our belts, and this, I cannot abide by. So I got to thinking. Who’s also really awesome? Who’s so awesome, they’ve taken it to Johnny before? Who’s so awesome that nobody likes him cause he’s so awesome? And I realized…. So I decided…

Kalis points to the camera.

Simon Kalis: At Misgivings? It’ll be Johnny Maverick defending his Aggression Championship…. Against FINALE!

The crowd yells out, cheers, boos, mostly boos because it’s Finale and he’s a bit of a dick to people from time to time.

Larry Gordon: That’s HUGE!

Linzi Martin: That’s massive! I don’t see how he can up that match announcement.

Simon Kalis: Then I got to thinking, well. REBEL Pro is due a shot at Enika Engel.

The crowd cheers.

Simon Kalis: And I thought, well. Who deserves that? Who’s been just as unstoppable as someone like Finale, if not more so? Who can we count on to bring REBEL Pro some more AoWF gold…

He pauses, and smirks at the irony of that statement.

Simon Kalis: And you know who was supposed to face Maverick in the first place but couldn’t?

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Simon Kalis: So next week at Misgivings? Enika Engel will defend her AoWF Queen O’Extreme championship against JAMIE FLYNN!

Linzi Martin: REBEL Pro- FUCK YEAH!

The crowd is going nuts, and Simon tries to calm them down.

Simon Kalis: Most of all, I know all of you didn’t watch PWA’s London Burning PPV… Because hey, who wants to watch that same tired old shit.

The crowd laughs, yeah! Cause fuck the PWA, amirite?

Simon Kalis: But. I was there, on REBEL Pro business. And I had to make a deal, an amusing deal really. In exchange for the safe return of REBEL Pro’s belts that were stolen by those PWA scum tards. I had to give… Lucious Starr, a shot. A shot, at Lisa Seldon.

The crowd bursts into laughter, because it’s funny because he’s gonna die.

Larry Gordon: Seldon defends against Starr?! That’s a HUGE match! No matter what you think of Lucious.

Simon Kalis: And I promised Starr a shot at Lisa, but I never said he was the only one. And I respect initiative, so Justin Case will be joining Lucious Starr and-

“Troublesome ‘96” by 2Pac hits and Simon turns to the entrance ramp as Justin Case, Rocky Logan and Hugh Aredone step out.

Justin Case: No. No. No. NO! No Simon! This ISN’T what our protest has been about.

Kalis steps back, all shocked and shit sarcastically.

Justin Case: I don’t want Lisa. That was never one of our demands.

Simon Kalis: Oh? I’m sorry Justin, I thought people liked World title shots. Are you that afraid of Lisa?!

Simon smirks.

Justin Case: Never! I’d take that bitch any day of the week! But this is bigger than Lisa! Bigger than some PWA idiot like Starr! This is about REBEL Pro itself! We want LARRY!

Simon turns to the announcers table and points to Larry Gordon.

Simon Kalis: He’s right there. Did you want an autograph?

Larry Gordon: Oh they’ve gotta bring my name into this, don’t they?

Justin Case: No. We’re tired of what you’re doing to REBEL Pro, and we’re not the only ones.

Simon Kalis: That right?

The crowd cheers, the crowd boos. They’re confused.

Justin Case: That’s why I’m not going to be in that REBEL Pro World title match at Misgivings. As much as I’d love to, I have a bigger mission. Simon. I’m facing YOU!

Cue the crowd gasping and then thunderously applauding.

Simon Kalis: Hahahahahahaha… Yeah, okay. Right.

Justin Case: You think I’m joking? No. I’m fighting for the real REBEL Pro, and I’m fighting to get Larry Gordon back. That’s why if I win? Larry Gordon takes REBEL Pro BACK from your dirty, greedy and grubby hands.

The crowd cheers, they boo. They’re not sure what they want.

Simon Kalis: Here’s my thought. Fuck you.

Simon smirks.

Simon Kalis: You realize this can only happen, if I allow it to? But you know what, I’m getting sick. Sick of you fucking dusty REBEL Icons getting in the way of progress. This is the future, Case. You’ll have to accept that. So you know what? I accept.

The crowd cheers completely.

Simon Kalis: But you don’t wanna know what happens to you and the CFR if I win.

Kalis drops the microphone, and “Back in Black” hits again. CFR all point and cuss out Simon, as he raises his arms and nods smirking.

Larry Gordon: No way! Justin Case! Simon Kalis! At Misgivings! Seldon! Starr! Flynn! Engel! Hostile! Stone! Bubba! Massacre!

Linzi Martin: Beer! Chips! Relax Larry, we know.

Larry Gordon: Well sorry if I’m just incredibly excited.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. And I bet you hired CFR to do this too, didn’t you?

*****REBELProStuff.Com*****

Because fuck Rob Robinson, that’s why!

*****Matt Stone versus Mikey Massacre*****

Larry Gordon: Fans, we are back from that commercial break with both men already in the ring and talking a bit of trash.

Linzi Martin: As long as they get hardcore and in a hurry, things will be smooth and silky.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow, Mikey using his weight to shove Stone backwards, but the PWA World and IC Champion drops down, tripping Mikey up and locking on a quick armbar submission hold. Mikey rolls into the hold, before it is properly locked in, pinning Stone to the canvas.

One!

Stone releases the hold, Mikey rolls over to his feet, foot to the face sends Mikey rolling backwards, Stone presses his advantage. Mikey rolls to the ropes, pulling himself up, Stone with a chop to the chest sends the stinging pain to Mikey’s flesh and the crowd into a long time traditional “Wooooooo!” before Mikey fires back with a chop of his own. Stone with a second chop, Mikey counters with one of his own. Stone goes for a third chop, but Mikey goes for the block, Stone with a thumb to the eyes and that is very legal in this Rebel Pro match. Mikey holds at his eyes as Stone grabs a side headlock, that happens to be full of hair.

Larry Gordon: Matt Stone is a very accomplished technical wrestler.

Linzi Martin: I need some hardcore to liquify my needs.

Larry Gordon: Ever heard of TMI?

Linzi Martin: Yeah?

Larry Gordon: You are… there.

Stone pulls the hair and similtaneously digging in the side headlock. Mikey shoves him into the ropes, Stone holds on. Mikey shoves again, Stone once again holds on. Mikey shoves a third time and along with an elbow breaks the hold. Stone is across the ring, rebounding into a standing dropkick from Mikey that narrowly misses Stone. Matt rebounds with a springboard roundhouse kick, but Massacre catches the foot, dragging Stone around and down with a dragonscrew legwhip. Mikey off the ropes, baseball slide rolls Stone over and Mikey goes up top and in a hurry. Mikey leaps off with a big body splash, but Stone manages to lift his knees up into the high risk move. However, Mikey dives over, rolling up and clipping Stone in the rising knee with a swift toe kick that sends the risen star back down to one knee. Mikey with a front facelock, shoving Stone into the corner. Mikey with a forearm grabs Stone’s breath from him. Mikey with a shoulder block sends the remaining air from his lungs in a long whoosh. Mikey lifts Stone up to the top turnbuckle, looking to end this match early, but none of the crowd is in this match really, because they hate both men the same. Mikey with a superplex, but Stone twists, Mikey’s head is slammed into the canvas with a inverted DDT; Stone with the cover.

One!

Two!

Kickout by Massacre just after two!

Larry Gordon: I’ve always heard that Mikey has a very thick skull.

Linzi Martin: I’ve heard that ain’t the only thing thick…

Larry Gordon: And back to the action in the ring.

Stone pulling Mikey to a seated position, locking on a submission with his knees into Massacre’s back, pulling backwards on his arms. Mikey grunts in pain, twisting from side to side in order to get out of the move. Mikey is to the left, to the right, and Stone is blocking him at every turn. Mikey to the left and to the left again, throwing Stone off guard and Mikey is out of the move… almost entirely. Stone holds onto the wrist, Mikey grabs it, going into a wristlock of his own and behind Stone. Stone rolls forward, Massacre trips him up, landing on top of him with a chicken wing submission! Center Ring!

Larry Gordon: Mikey may have the match here!

Linzi Martin: I’ll just have to think about a hardcore match.

Stone is grunting in pain, looking for the ropes as he reaches for their leverage so that he can break out of the hold; remember no rope breaks in Rebel Pro.

Larry Gordon: Remember, no rope breaks in Rebel Pro, so getting to the ropes is no garantee of safety here.

Linzi Martin: If he’d rip off his arm, that may do it… would probably do it… yeah… the more and more I think about it… the more and more..

Larry Gordon: And Mikey has Stone in the center of the ring with a chicken wing submission hold locked in tight.

Linzi Martin: Not so tight anymore… oh, you mean the hold.. not my hole…

Larry Gordon: I… just… threw… up… in… my… mouth.

Mikey rolls over, torquing the arm, but putting himself in a pinning predicament.

One!

Two!

Three…

Mikey rolls back over just in the nick of time, but once again rolls back.

One!

Two!

Thre…

Stone grunts in pain, but Mikey seems to be in another zone, not paying any attention to anything but the count. Mikey rolls back over, but Stone manages to shove with one of his feet and is in the ropes, but no break. Mikey rolls the other way, but Stone has the rope hooked with his leg and foot, Mikey unable to roll back over to his side/front area; he’s in a pinning position, but no pin fall in the ropes. Mikey grunts as Stone pulls himself outside of the ropes a bit further… he falls off the apron, dragging Mikey out with him. Mikey’s throat comes up slapping the bottom rope with force, Mikey’s head is slightly thrown backwards into the canvas.

Larry Gordon: First time I’ve ever seen that counter.

Linzi Martin: Hmmmm? wha… hmmmm… what happened?

Stone falls forward, laying on his front as he catches his breath; his arm laying at a sort of ackward angle as he is just motionless. Mikey finally rolls out of the ring, landing heavily on his knees and forearms, gasping for his breath and hoping that he can get back in the driver’s seat quicker than Stone(who still isn’t moving). Mikey shoves up to his feet, stumbling over to Stone, pulling him up. Stone with a nut check and a whip from the knees sends Mikey’s face and shoulders into the ringsteps with authority. The steps go flying, but Mikey is used to this environment, so the damage isn’t really known yet, but the damage to Stone’s shoulder and arm is evident as he winces and moves his arm around. Mikey lays there as Stone comes stumbling forward, but Mikey rolls over, kicking Stone in the knee with a double foot thrust, Stone leaping to the side just in time. Stone with a stomp down, but Mikey catches the foot, pulling Stone into the ring post, the sound of skull on steel thudding heavily. Matt begins to stumble back as Mikey shoves the steps underneath him “On accident” and his head slams fairly heavily onto the corner of the steel, but no blood yet in this match. Mikey rolls Stone back into the ring, following him a bit slower, pulling him up to his feet. Mikey with a chop, but instead of Stone just taking it in stride, he fires back with one of his own, catching Mikey off guard and making him stumble backwards from Stone’s onslaught of moves.

Larry Gordon: Back in the ring here fans, this match is promising to be one of the greats this year.

Linzi Martin: Even if there is a drought near my lake?

Another collar and elbow tie up. Matt with a wristlock into a hammerlock. He slaps the cheek of Mikey before releasing the hold. Massacre turns around charging at Stone; drop toe hold and Massacre is on the canvas. Kip up by Matt has him back on his feet, baseball slide into Mikey, who rolls out of the way. Mikey up to his feet, throwing a right hand at Matt, it connects driving the PWA superstar backwards into the center of the ring. Another right hand, Matt ducks underfull nelson merging into a DDT sends Mikey forehead first onto the canvas. Matt kips up wiping sweat from his brow then slapping his hand across Mikey’s face. Matt hits the ropes, seeming to be ready for an elbow drop, Massacre moves as the elbow comes down, Matt’s elbow slams into the canvas hard. Massacre up quickly hitting the ropes with a springboard lionsault that flattens Matt to the canvas. He quickly pulls the PWA superstar back to his feet, Irish whip into the corner. Massacre charges in, Matt with a foot raised. Mikey slides under the bottom rope, having ducked under the foot. As he slides past Matt’s foot, he grabs the planted foot, pulling it with his momentum. Matt lands face first on the canvas as Massacre’s momentum keeps him going, Matt crotched on the ringpost. The crowd groans.

Linzi Martin: That is going to hurt any possible loving tonight.

Larry Gordon: Waiter! Bucket of Ice, corner ringpost.

Massacre gets back up and begins clapping to get the crowd into this match, they get his point and begin to clap along with him, even though they really don’t like him, they like Matt Stone even less. He jumps to the apron, leaps to the top turnbuckle and dives with a front flipping double knee smash! Matt rolls out of the way, Mikey rolls through the move unharmed. He spins back around charging at Matt. Armdrag takedown and now Massacre is going on the defensive. Mikey up to a knee, Matt struggling to keep him down. Right hand to the ribs of Matt, a second. Matt drops the hold, spins around, leg sweep takes Mikey down. Massacre lands on his shoulders but continues the roll backwards until he is up on his feet, Matt can’t believe this. He charges with a clothesline, Massacre ducks under, Matt with a mulekick sends Massacre shoulder first into the ringpost. He comes back holding at his injured shoulder in pain. Matt goes for his finisher, the C-C-C-C combo breaker, but Massacre has obviously scouted as he avoids the match ending move.

Larry Gordon: Mikey narrowly avoids Stone’s match ender.

Linzi Martin: This had so much potential moments ago when they were outside, my lake is about to dry up.

Matt spins back around as Massacre charges at his planted leg with a spear, Matt leaps into the air with a one legged leap frog. Mikey’s momentum sends him through the ropes, he manages to catch the middle rope, spin himself around, slide in under the bottom rope and kip up to his feet in one fluid motion. Matt looks impressed with that series and nods. Massacre holds at his shoulder again, because that little display cost him dearly. He once again charges at Stone, The Astroplex!

Larry Gordon: Where did that come from?!

Linzi Martin: Don’t know, wasn’t really paying attention.

Larry Gordon: Stone has obviously scouted his competition here in Rebel Pro, at least for tonight, as that is one of Mikey’s signature moves.

Matt kips up to his feet, hits the ropes, and rebounds with a springboard lionsault onto Massacre. Matt climbs to the top turnbuckle, looks down at Mikey and mimics shooting him with a gun. Matt leaps with The Sellout(completely out of mockery).

Larry Gordon: Stone with a huge effort to humiliate Mikey with his own finisher here in this match.

Linzi Martin: Yawn, who really cares? I just want to get my jollies on.

Matt is standing…

Larry Gordon: Kneel Before Zod!

Linzi Martin: Who?

Mikey falls, by passing the move as he avoids one of Stone’s signature moves; throwing Stone off tremendously as the momentum carries him away from Massacre.

Larry Gordon: Mikey’s up!

Linzi Martin: Heee… heee…. heeee…

Larry Gordon: Not that way you… oh never mind.

Stone spins, Mikey with a spear takes Stone off his feet, flipping him over backwards to land on his back. Mikey lays there panting, trying to catch his breath, but that move also hurt his shoulder and he’s paying for it dearly. Massacre pulls himself up, leaning heavily in the corner as Stone gets up, holding at his midsection as Mikey lashes out with a frontkick. Stone ducks to the side, but it was a ploy as Mikey spins, catching Stone in the back and delivering an Astroplex that is his very own.

Larry Gordon: The irony is that Mikey stole it from Donovan Astros, Matt stole it from Mikey, and now Mikey is performing it again… just ironic.

Linzi Martin: Um… yeah… I guess.

Massacre lifts Stone back up, Everplex takes him back to the canvas and now Mikey is climbing up to the top turnbuckle here in the match.

Sell-out!

Linzi Martin: BUT WAIT!

Stone rolls out of the way! Mikey slams heavily into the canvas, Mikey bouncing back up slightly.

Set In Stone!

Larry Gordon: Mikey will never submit in a match, his breeding is too tough for that.

Linzi Martin: But he may be knocked out cold, I think I saw his head strike the canvas.

The arm is held up once and falls.

Larry Gordon: You may be right.

The arm falls twice.

Linzi Martin: I’m always right.

It falls for a third time, prompting Jimmy Johnson to signal for the bell.

Jenny Jersey: Winner of the match… Matt Stone!

Referee Johnson raises Stone’s hand to the air as the crowd boo’s him loudly, and clearly, letting the PWA World Champion know what they think of him. Stone however, knows he rocks.

Pun intended.

*****Dodo War*****

We open in the locker room of the Dodos, both of whom are gathered around a large circular table, covered with a map with various pieces scattered across the face of it. At the head stands PuppetLisa, wearing a generals hat and doing her best to ignore RealLisa blowing big obnoxious bubblegum bubbles. Meanwhile Anna is sitting cross-legged and looking on intently, because there’s probably a skit coming up.

PuppetLisa: I… am declaring war!

PuppetLisa puppetpounds the desk with grave intent, even though it makes absolutely no sound at all.

Lisa Seldon: Wow, I really do love declaring war.

PuppetLisa: Quiet you!

PuppetLisa slaps RegularLisa, though once again makes very little impact.

PuppetLisa: I’m busy declaring war…

Her eyes narrow, or so you imagine they would if they possessed that ability.

PuppetLisa: On Rob Robinson.

Dun dun dun!

Lisa Seldon: Not precious Rob Robinson!

Anna Mathews: lol!

PuppetLisa: Yes, Rob Robinson. For far too long his crimes against me have gone unpunished. Why it must be almost a week now. Far too long to be going unpunished that is. And so now he must be…

Lisa Seldon: Punished?

PuppetLisa: Exactly correct, my jiggle-titted, whoring doppleganger. Punished!

Lisa looks mildly offended, and further so when Anna pokes her in the boob to test the fact.

PuppetLisa: He has stolen my likeness, whored me out like a common Lisa Seldon -

Lisa Seldon: Hey now!

PuppetLisa: He has crossed us all, and for that… we must kill Rob Robinson.

The room settles – lingers in fact, while everyone takes in the thought. Lisa blinks loudly.

Anna Mathews: Al du it.

Lisa swats a hand at her.

Lisa Seldon: No you won’t kill anyone… anyone famous… anyone else famous. Just no more killing!

Lisa waves her hands in the air like she just don’t care.

PuppetLisa: Bu-

Lisa Seldon: From either of you!

PuppetLisa makes a mental note to stab her in the throat for cutting her off.

Lisa Seldon: This is a stupid plan, and we’re not going to kill anyone for you. Again.

PuppetLisa locks eyes with Lisa and continues to do so for around 4 hours until finally shaking her fist and storming off.

PuppetLisa: Then I will kill him myself.

Lisa Seldon: No! No more killing! You’re ruining my name!

PuppetLisa: You’re not the boss of me you big cunt flap!

Lisa Seldon: Fuckrash!

PuppetLisa: Moon Snatch!

Lisa Seldon: Slippery Prostitute clunge!

PuppetLisa: Big crusty Corlen Vagina!

Lisa runs to the doorway and shouts down the corridor, horrifying everyone in ear shot.

Lisa Seldon: You little shit! I’m going to tear out your stitches and then fuck your little puppet pussy face hole!

Anna Mathews appears over her shoulder.

Anna Mathews: R u gowna pt tht n teevee?

Lisa Seldon: Oh yes. Oh yes. And everyone will watch! You’ll see!

Lisa hoists a finger into the air… and then storms back into the war room. Anna crosses her arms, nods and then vanishes.

*****AoWF & REBEL Pro World Tag Team Championship Match*****
*****Hardcore Entertainment© versus The Order of Chaos©*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be a street fight for the AoWF and REBEL Pro Tag Team Championships!

The crowd jump to their feet, hooting, hollering, screaming and cheering.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing FIRST, representing REBEL PRO!!!!!!!!

“Reign of Terror” by Sabaton hits as Bubba J and Vincent Black step out to a raucous crowd and tremendous cheers.

Jenny Jersey: They are the current REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions….

They share beers with fans as they make their way to the ring and get in.

Jenny Jersey: BUBBA J…. VINCENT BLACK…. HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!!!

Larry Gordon: This has a Pay Per View atmosphere tonight folks.

Linzi Martin: This arena is ready to explode…

Jenny Jersey: And their opponents, representing Victory Wrestling…

The opening rifts of “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N Roses hits and the crowd stays on their feet, but there’s now a mix of cheering and booing.

“Oh my god…..”

Suddenly a number of pyrotechnic fireworks pop off from the arena ceiling towards the entrance ramp and the song is abruptly cut.

“CHAOS, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

“Last Ones Left(The OoC Remix)” hits as Simon Kalis and Masakazu burst out from backstage, both fall forward intentionally, sliding forward on their knees with their arms in the air as Maya steps out behind them and cracks her whip.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring by Maya, they are the PWA and AoWF Tag Team Champions… Masakazu and Simon Kalis… THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!!

The burning skull blazes over the REBELTron as the men get up and begin making their way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans as they pass by. Simon raises both titles in the air and “vibes” to the classic Order theme as he hands them off at ringside, while Masakazu stops to pose with some fans for pictures. Simon gets up onto the apron and begins exchanging a few choice words with Bubba and Vincent Black as Masakazu joins him. Maya circles at ringside, holding her whip close at hand.

Larry Gordon: Over the last few months I’ve gotten to know the real Simon Kalis, you know.

Linzi Martin: And what’ve you learned?

Larry Gordon: He’s much nicer than many people probably realize.

Linzi Martin: Oh I could’ve told you that.

DING DING DING

Simon drops off the apron as Bubba and Vincent rush Mas and Simon. Maya slides in behind them and cracks her whip, lassoing Bubba J around the neck and yanking him down to the canvas. Kalis steps away as the referee looks on confused. Vincent turns to see Bubba on the canvas and Masakazu jumps up onto his back, wrapping his legs around the big mans waist and applying a sleeper hold. Simon slams his fists against the canvas cheering on Maya and Masa.

Linzi Martin: What the hell is this?!

Larry Gordon: Vincent asked for a street fight. Street fights are never fair.

Linzi Martin: Especially with black people, amirite?!

Larry Gordon: I, no Linzi. That’s terrible to say.

Maya jumps onto Bubba J and begins wailing on him with lefts and rights, before grabbing his face and kissing him as Vincent Black decides to throw himself backwards into the corner turnbuckles to get Masakazu off of him. Masakazu holds on, but winces. Black again. Bubba throws Maya off of him and she quickly grabs the handle to her whip and pulls back. She cracks it loudly against the canvas and smirks, Bubba J wipes his mouth and lets out a little smile as he looks over at Simon who’s still outside of the ring. Black comes up behind Maya and grabs her by the back of her neck, Masakazu is STILL hanging off his back with the sleeper hold. Black lifts Maya up and choke slams her in reverse sending her face first into the canvas. Bubba J rushes over and begins mud stomping the shit out of her on her chest and face as she tries to cover up.

Linzi Martin: Maya showing obvious rust here as Bubba and Vinny take control.

Larry Gordon: I think she’s only ever had about four professional matches in her career. While Bubba and Black are consummate professionals and REBEL Pro Icons.

Bubba J lifts Maya up by the neck and throws her across the ring like a rag doll before charging at her in the corner. Masakazu flips forward over Vincent Black and lands on his feet. Masakazu taps his steel plated shins and spins backwards for a kick, but Black catches his leg. Masakazu jumps using his other leg and hit’s a spinning kick across Black’s face. Masakazu hit’s the canvas and scrambles, as Black stumbles into the ropes holding his face. Seeing as how steel plated shin kicks would hurt like a bitch and all. Kalis from outside of the ring hops up onto the apron and cracks Vincent Black in the back of the head with his brass knuckled fists, sending Black forward into a quick succession of muay thai strikes from Masakazu, all using his steeled shins, cracking Black in the ribs and then face. Black still won’t go down though and Maya is trying to fight her way out of Bubba J’s incredible onslaught. Maya however lifts herself up, rolling onto her shoulders and wrapping her legs around Bubba J’s waist and taking him down to the canvas. Black charges at Masakazu and clotheslines him down hard, Mas bouncing off the canvas and right back to his feet. Black with another clothesline, Mas bounces off the canvas and jumps right back to his feet. Black goes for a third, but Masakazu ducks the last attempt and hits Black again across the face with his steel plated shins. Finally, Black goes down to one knee as Bubba cracks Maya repeatedly in the baby oven with his free hand as she applies an armbar on him.

Linzi Martin: That is so freaking hot.

Larry Gordon: Is… is Maya pleasuring herself by rubbing Bubba’s arm against her… While doing the armbar?

Linzi Martin: Just say it, Larry. She’s doing the armbar to both hurt Bubba, and masturbate with his arm. It’s totally inappropriate, and awesome!

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Bubba J again with another lobbed punch into Maya’s tummy as she pulls back on his arm, but she’s masochistically loving the whole situation. Masakazu bounces off the ropes and flies forward, lifting both knees into Black’s head and taking him down. Bubba J rips his arm out of Maya’s grasp and at the same time he pulls off her tight spandex, and…

Larry Gordon: I hope kids aren’t watching.

She isn’t wearing any underwear. Bubba J has a front seat view and pauses to admire.

Linzi Martin: Wardrobe malfunction F-T-W!

Kalis spins around and shakes his head on the outside of the ring as Masakazu turns around and shudders. Maya quickly pulls her spandex back up and kicks Bubba in the face.

Larry Gordon: What does FTW mean?

Bubba is up though and as Masakazu turns around to face Black,

Bubba J spears Masakazu through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!!! They smash right against the French announce table, because of course REBEL Pro is broadcast on RDS in Quebec yeah!

Maurice Picard: MON DIEU!

Francois Gagne: Je pense son tete c’est pas meme apres sa.

Maurice Picard: Oui, oui!

Gordon looks at Linzi dismayed. Black now goes at Maya but she keeps jumping around the ring, avoiding him. Kalis is smoking a cigarette on the outside, leaning up against the guard rails as a group of fans try not to get cut by his barbed wire armour.

Larry Gordon: When the hell did we get a French announce team?

Maya throws herself forward, rolls, and gets hold of her whip again as Bubba J begins smashing Masakazu’s face against the edge of the French announce table.

Linzi Martin: They’ve been there a while now, Larry. You do know Simon was born in the French Canada.

Larry Gordon: You mean Quebec?

Masakazu’s face goes through a television monitor on their table. They’re frogging out. I mean freaking out. Black still can’t get a hold of Maya, she’s just way too quick and agile and it’s somewhat frustrating. Especially as she begins dancing erotically while cracking her whip against the ring. We have to wonder what Black is thinking.

“Does she wanna fuck me or kill me?”

The answer’s likely both, Vinny.

Linzi Martin: Yeah. Shouldn’t you know this?

Masakazu grabs poor Francois Gagne and puts him in front of one of Bubba J’s fists, giving Masakazu enough time to elbow Bubba J then low blow him the balls. Masakazu is bleeding all over himself but he grabs Bubba J and does an impact DDT into the edge of the French announcers table, finally bringing down the lovely REBEL Pro logo design on it. Simon Kalis finishes his cigarette and joins Larry and Linzi at the regular English announcers table, taking a seat between them, kicking his feet up and leaning back.

Simon Kalis: Hey guys.

Maya cracks her whip at Vincent’s direction, lashing him in the chest and arms. Black tries to move forward towards her, but she just cracks the whip in his face this time, leaving an immediate bloody slash.

Linzi Martin: Hey babe!

Larry Gordon: Babe?!

Masakazu picks Bubba J up and rolls him onto the French announcers table. Bubba and Mas now stand on it and begin an all out brawl, lefts, rights. Lefts, rights. Back and forth. Both men are relishing in the battle. Maya cracks her whip at Black and lasso’s his neck and tries to yank forward like she did with Bubba, but Black yanks her forward towards him.

Linzi Martin: What’s with the whip?

Simon Kalis: Ugh… You can thank Johnny Maverick for teaching her a love for whips, strap ons and general bondage. Though I told her it’d be great to use in a match.

Linzi Martin: Oh my.

Larry Gordon: That’s my line.

Black grabs Maya by the throat but she drops the handle to her whip and grabs him by the balls, smiling. He lifts her up, but she holds on… to… his lightsaber.

Simon Kalis: Damn that’s a big bulge. Now I know why he’s called Vincent… Black. Hah get it? I’m a fucking genius.

Larry Gordon: Oh my.

Masakazu with his steel plated shins again with a kick to Bubba’s nuts, has Bubba reeling. Masakazu hoists him, PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE FRENCH FUCK ANNOUNCE TABLE! But in the ring! Vincent Black takes Maya over to the corner and fucking choke slams her out of the ring and onto the steel steps!!!! Bubba is bleeding now! Masakazu is still bleeding, and has a piece of glass in his upper right cheek from the TV screen Bubba put his face through. It’s bedlam in REBEL Pro now folks, and the fans are LOVING IT!

Larry Gordon: Why aren’t you wrestling, Simon?

Black gets to the outside of the ring and grabs a beer bottle from a fan, and proceeds to drink some before smashing it over Maya’s beautiful face going Chris Brown on her.

Simon Kalis: Well, it’s a street fight. This is what Vincent Black wanted. I’ll be there soon enough. Fresh too, while these two idiots will be bloodied and battered by the time I go charging in.

Linzi Martin: Handsome and smart, hehe.

Kalis winks in Linzi’s direction as he looks down at where her hands

are.

Bubba and Masakazu are all kinds of fucked up as they crawl out of the wreckage of the French announcers table. Mas picks up a TV screen and smashes it on Bubba’s face. Black has Maya up in the air again, choking her as he holds her in the air while stiff punching her in the tits and stomach with his free hand.

Simon Kalis: I see why you wanted the announcers job, Larry.

Linzi is… Doing what she usually does during the main event.

Larry Gordon: I find it unprofessional that she pleasures herself to the matches.

Masakazu tries to get away from Bubba now, but Bubba grabs Masakazu by the leg and pushes himself up and forward onto Masakazu, taking Masa’s leg with him as he smashes Masa’s face with his steel plated shin, bending Masakazu’s body a way it was probably not meant to be bent. Bubba J crawls under the ring and grabs a few things we can’t see right now, but he’s likely about to go Bubba J on a motherfucker. Meanwhile, on Days of our Lives.

Simon Kalis: Can I have a taste?

Linzi Martin: Sure!

Larry Gordon: A taste? What’s that mean?

Simon’s head disappears into Linzi’s lap and Larry grabs onto his TV monitor and looks away as Bubba rolls out from beneath the ring with… A Fork in hand! As Masakazu jumps him, Bubba J stabs at him in the neck with the fork. Masakazu falls back, no deep cut or anything but he did get punctured and Mas looks at Bubba with shock. Vincent Black throws Maya onto the entrance ramp.

Larry Gordon: Good God in heaven.

Kalis sits back up and licks his lips.

Simon Kalis: Niiiice.

Linzi Martin: Whoa.

She has this awe struck, jaw dropped look on her face and it isn’t from Bubba stabbing Masakazu in the arm with the fork as Masakazu smashes a piece of broken wood over Bubba’s face.

Larry Gordon: Now I know where your daughter gets it from.

Linzi holds up the small piece of carrot muffin left and finally pouts.

Linzi Martin: You didn’t have to eat the whole thing you know.

Larry Gordon: Wait he ate your muffin? As in a real muffin?

Linzi Martin: I like nipping off pieces of muffin in my lap during matches. I just don’t like people seeing in case they think I’m eating too much. Woman’s got an image to keep up ya know. Why… What did you think I was always doing with my hands in my lap every week?

Larry Gordon: Never mind.

Maya tries crawling up the entrance ramp away from Vincent Black who stalks her, slowly walking up behind her. Masakazu rips the fork out of his arm and rubs it, having now received multiple tiny punctures over himself. He looks at Bubba J like Bubba is a maniac, and well, Bubba is. But Masakazu rolls on his back and shoulders, hitting Bubba J back to back in the head with his steel plated shins. Bubba reels, falling back. Masakazu jumps under the ring, throwing himself in. Bubba J wipes the blood off his face and goes in after him. A fan near Maya throws her a t-shirt, and Maya stops to look at it for a moment as Black comes up behind her.

Simon Kalis: Yeah! You can do it sweety!

Larry Gordon: Is that a Lisa Seldon shirt?

Maya rolls over onto her back and holds up the shirt with Lisa’s face on it as if it were a cross to a vampire. Black stops in his tracks, looking a little pissed at Maya’s audacity. Masakazu escapes out the other side of the ring with two long glass fluorescent light tubes in hand. Bubba J is right behind him and as he looks up, BANG! Glass shatters and a very toxic mist from the broken tube dissipates in the air. Masakazu goes to swing with the other one but Bubba grabs his arm and pulls himself up with his own force against Masakazu’s. The men struggle, and Bubba kicks Masakazu in the gut, grabs the long tube, smashes it over his head and drops Masakazu.

Linzi Martin: This is getting ridiculous.

Maya is up and begins brawling with Black, to no avail as she punches him with lefts and rights in the stomach. She stops and looks up at him as he goes to grab her. So Maya drops on her knees and… BITES VINCENT BLACK IN THE DICK! The crowd is going nuts as Black falls to his knees, his eyes wide with pain and disbelief. Maya holds up the t-shirt with Lisa’s face on it again right before she wraps it around his neck, flips over him and sets up the most awkward chokehold in history. Bubba J covers Masakazu!

1!

Simon Kalis: Pfft.

2!!

Larry Gordon: OH MY!

TH-KICK OUT!!! MASAKAZU KICKS OUT!

Linzi Martin: First pinfall of the match I think.

Masakazu throws Bubba J off of him and crawls away, getting to his feet. Maya is still choking Black with the Seldon t-shirt outside, but black is getting to his feet with Maya still hanging off his back. Maya wraps her long legs around his waist and uses the heel of her foot to repeatedly kick him in the balls as he stands up. But suddenly…

Larry Gordon: It’s Mikey Massacre!

Simon Kalis: Oh they’re screwed now.

Mikey, barbed wire baseball bat in hand rushes down to ringside. He stops on the ramp and points the bat at Vincent Black, and then swings… AND CRACKS MAYA OVER THE FACE! Maya releases her t-shirt chokehold grip and rolls down the entrance ramp, partially KO’d. Mikey walks passed Vincent who’s still holding onto the crown jewels Maya bit into and drops the bat, lifting Maya up off the ground and taking her back to it with a Russian leg sweep onto the thick metal of the entrance ramp.

Simon Kalis: Well.

Linzi Martin: So much for fairness!!!

Simon Kalis: Intervention is necessary.

Larry Gordon: Oh, here we go.

Kalis throws the headseat off and leaps over the announcers table and slides into the ring. Masakazu dodges Bubba J’s fists and falls back against the ropes, as Simon comes with a cross body splash on Bubba J. Simon’s barbed wire wrapped body adding a pinch to the attack. Mikey Massacre grabs Maya by her hair and lifts her back up again, as Vincent stands up and looks at Mikey with some confusion. Maya with a quick low blow, follows it up with an attempted spinning heel kick but Maya misses and Mikey DDTs her for her trouble. But Simon hops up onto the top turnbuckle and comes flying off with a shooting star press on Mikey Massacre and Vincent Black, barbed wire wrapped body and all. Bubba J and Masakazu in the ring continue their battle, with Bubba blocking Masakazu’s Muay Thai strikes, but as Bubba goes to knock Masakazu in the face, Mas dodges likewise and they find themselves in a stalemate. Simon is on his feet and helps Maya up, as Mikey and Vincent get to their feet.

Linzi Martin: So this has devolved into a three on three battle for all the marbles?

Larry Gordon: The real question is why is Mikey helping Bubba and Black?

Maya grabs onto her father and slingshots herself off of him into Mikey Massacre. Kalis rushes at Black, but Black elbows him right to the ground. Black is relentless, stomping down on Simon. Bubba grabs Masakazu and goes for a DDT, Masakazu frees himself. Mas tries to counter with a bicycle kick, Bubba ducks. Bubba grabs Masakazu from behind and goes for a spinning neck breaker but Masakazu throws his feet against the ropes closest to him and uses them to catapult himself up into the air and over Bubba J. Masakazu grabs Bubba J from behind by the waist but Bubba throws his arms up around Masakazu’s neck and drops for TRAILER PARK TRASH…. BUT NO!!! Masakazu knees Bubba in the spine and pulls himself out before the drop. Bubba falls to the ground, Masakazu jumps up and lands with both steel plated shins across Bubba J’s face! Masakazu covers!

1!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

2!!

Larry Gordon: I think EVERY person in this arena is on their feet now Linzi!

THR- KICK OUT!

Massacre grabs Maya from behind, pulls her around, snap suplex and Maya’s body CRACKS over the guard rail! Vincent Black is just straight choking Simon Kalis as Kalis uses his brass knuckles to crack Black repeatedly in the face. Masakazu goes under the ring and pulls out a few tables, as Bubba on the opposite side of the ring pulls out a few ladders.

Linzi Martin: Bedlam in California tonight!

Kalis finally cracks Black so hard his nose starts bleeding. Simon pulls Vincent down between his arms and side and hit’s a spinning neck breaker on the big man. Kalis quickly grabs Vincent by the face and begins wailing on him with heavy rights, brass knuckles and all. Mikey Massacre applies a surfboard stretch on Maya who screams and yells to get free as Masakazu sets up two tables. Bubba J and Masakazu begin talking shit to each other, Masakazu picking up another light tube and smashing it over the table. Bubba J walks over and grabs a bag from underneath the ring, and pours thumbtacks all over it. Masakazu smirks and goes under the ring himself now, and finds a gasoline canister there and begins pouring it all over the table.

Linzi Martin: Masakazu and Bubba are having a Hardcore-off it seems.

Larry Gordon: In true REBEL fashion.

Masakazu jumps onto the ring apron and then into the ring and towards the other side. He leaps out over the other side and grabs a ladder, with Bubba having carried one over to where the tables are himself, Bubba picks that one up. Vincent Black throws Simon Kalis off of him, and Kalis hops the guard rail and goes into the crowd and grabs a chair. Masakazu cracks Mikey Massacre in the back of the head with the edge of the ladder, freeing Maya up as he makes his way to Bubba. Bubba hoists his ladder forward towards Mas, Mas hoists his forward towards Bubba.

Linzi Martin: Let the jousting begin!

Simon Kalis swings his chair wildly towards Vincent Black, and Black is careful not to get hit. Maya is on her feet and she launches herself up, springboards off the guardrails, lands on Mikey and lays him out with a hurricanrana. Bubba and Masakazu rush each other and they both miss in the first pass, but the adrenaline is clearly pumping. Black grabs a chair from a fan of his own and both Simon and Black swing at each other. The chairs clash and dent and both men recoil, though Simon more than Vincent. Simon hops onto the guardrail and brings his chair down over Vincent’s head, completely wrapping the chair around it. Maya gets hip tossed into the steel steps by Mikey Massacre who grabs her by the legs and applies a Boston Crab.

Larry Gordon: It’s pretty hard to keep track of all the action here.

Bubba and Masakazu rush each other with the ladders once more, this time both men connect at the same time right into each others faces. The crowd at front row jumps out of their seats to check the damage as they catch each other in the face, both men laid out near the table of doom they created. Maya holds onto the steel steps and tries to pull herself up but all it does is add more and more pain and pressure from Mikey’s Masshole Crab. Vincent Black pulls the chair off his head just in time to get speared by Simon Kalis right into the guard rail, through it, and into the front row. Simon grabs Vincent’s face and rubs it against his chest, which if you forgot is covered in barbed wire. Simon steps back, looking a bit dizzy and he heads off as Vincent gets to his feet. Simon Kalis super kicks Mikey Massacre in the face, sending him off of Maya. Kalis picks Mikey up but Mikey head butts him. Simon stumbles back, Mikey with a double armed DDT right onto the steel steps on Simon Kalis has the crowd cheering. Masakazu and Bubba J, meanwhile, are finally getting to their feet.

Larry Gordon: I thought they’d both certainly knocked each other out.

Linzi Martin: They’re tough bastards.

Masakazu sets up his ladder on side of the table of doom, Bubba sets his up on the other and both men begin climbing. Simon and Maya lift Mikey up and throw him into the oncoming Vincent Black, who catches Massacre and helps him get himself properly on his feet. Masa and Bubba are now perched ten feet in the air over the table of doom, both talking shit to each other. Masakazu jumps off his, grabs Bubba by the face and kicks his feet off Bubba’s ladder for the drop… FACEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE OF DOOM!

NO!
Bubba J uses the last split seconds to pull Masakazu under him while Masa holds his face, putting his knees to Masa’s chest and driving him through all the broken glass and thumbtacks. Camera flashing is blinding as Bubba stands up, feeling a little hurt from the impact. But thankfully Masakazu was there to take all that pain. Masakazu seems utterly out of it and Bubba J pulls out a lighter, sparks a cigarette and drops the light onto the wreckage of the table, setting it on fire! Masakazu quickly finds the strength to pull himself out of it all and rolls around putting the fire out of himself, but he sighs in relief and passes out. Bubba J goes into his pockets and grabs some fire crackers and another lighter.

Larry Gordon: Oh what’s he gonna do now?!

Simon sees Bubba coming and grabs Maya, and vaults her up onto the ring apron to avoid him. Bubba rushes Simon and shoves the lit firecrackers down Simon’s pants. They pop off and Simon jumps up and down as he pulls them out of his pants and throws them back at Bubba, but one of them goes off in Simons hand. Bubba J with a kick to Kalis’ gut, TRAILER PARK TRASH CONNECTS!!! Maya scrambles and flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick right into Bubba J, that sends Bubba into the crowd. Vincent Black grabs Maya and throws her aside as he lifts Simon up and throws him into the ring. Vincent Black slides in and covers.

1!

Larry Gordon: !!!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON KICKS OUT AT THE VERY LAST SECOND! Vincent can’t believe it! Simon spits in his face and kicks him away. Maya and Mikey are battling it out on the ring apron now, above the second table Masakazu had set up. Maya begins kissing Mikey Massacre passionately!

Linzi Martin: I love that girl. Did you know her fighting style is officially called “The Sexual Martial Artist” ?

Larry Gordon: I did not know that, no…

Maya knees Mikey in the gut and grabs him, taking both of them down and through the table! Bubba J is up and in the ring now with Vincent Black and Simon Kalis. Kalis backs himself up into a corner turnbuckle, shaking his head and holding his hands up as Black and Bubba approach. Masakazu is up and stalks around the ring, sliding in quietly behind them.

Larry Gordon: Annnnd I think this is the first time the real competitors of this match have been in the ring together tonight.

Linzi Martin: Yeah it only took about twenty five minutes.

Masakazu grabs Bubba J from behind, falling face buster!!! Black spins around, and Simon slides over to him and gives him a low blow for his troubles. Simon up, reverse DDT! The Order of Chaos pins Hardcore Entertainment all at once!

1! 1!

2! 2!

TH- TH- KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Black launches Simon away, Bubba throws Masakazu off. The Order rebounds themselves into the same corner much as Hardcore Entertainment does the same. Simon points to Bubba, as Masakazu points to Vincent Black. The crowd is on their feet, screaming, pounding the rafters.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Mikey Massacre seems ready now to get into the ring but Maya has her whip again, and she lassos Mikey with it by the neck and pulls him off the apron, releasing him from the grip and cracking her whip and shaking her head.

Linzi Martin: It’s now truly The Order of Chaos versus Hardcore Entertainment. Both teams have a secret weapon, but they’ve neutralized each other. Simon rushes Bubba J and an all out brawl ensues between the two bald men of the match. Masakazu carefully circles around, wiping the blood off his face as he tries to size up Vincent Black. But Black towers over Masakazu, as you’d well imagine he would. Masakazu taps his steel plated shins and moves in. He goes for a forward thrust kick but Vincent grabs his leg and grabs hold of the steel plate and rips it off. Masakazu spins around and Vincent clocks him across the face with the steel plating, sending Masakazu to the canvas. Vincent brings it up and cracks it down on Masakazu again, and again, and again, absolutely relentless. Bubba J throws Simon into the corner turnbuckle and Simon slides down, his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Bubba puts his boot to Simons throat, pushing down and choking him before starting to stomp down over and over on Simon’s face. Vincent lifts Masakazu’s limp body up and slams him against the canvas with a high angle spine buster that shakes the whole ring.

Larry Gordon: Hardcore Entertainment taking complete control of this match now folks.

Linzi Martin: Yeah it’s not looking good for the boss man or goober boss man.

Black lifts Masakazu back up, and lays him down with ANOTHER high angle spine buster. Maya bites her teeth from ringside as she watches, while Mikey just watches and waits for his moment.

Larry Gordon: Goober boss man? What is this, Victory?

Bubba lifts Simon Kalis up into the corner and begins knocking him with haymaker punches, back and forth, left and right. Simon spits in Bubba J’s face and cracks him across the face, still wearing his brass knuckles, it does extra damage. Simon points to Maya and she springs into action, but Mikey is right there to stop her, grabbing her off the apron. Maya is now on Mikey’s shoulders, as he tries to hold onto her, she’s wailing on his head with lefts and rights. Vincent Black meanwhile, with everyone distracted, picks Masakazu up one more time…

THE NEW HOPE!

Black covers!

1!

2!!

3!!!

NO! NO! SIMON JUMPS ONTO BLACK AND BREAKS THE COUNT!

Bubba grabs Simon off of Black and spins him around, kick to the gut! Simon steps back, Simon rakes Bubba J in the eyes, TEARS OF REDEMPTION!!! Simon quickly covers!

1!

Maya gets dropped on her face by Mikey Massacre into the steel steps, and now she finds herself bleeding.

2!!

Black is up!

3!!!

NO!!! VINCENT BLACK BREAKS THE COUNT!

Larry Gordon: This is NOT good for my heart. Dear Lord.

Linzi Martin: This arena is so loud right now with anticipation, this match has been so brutal and so back and forth, I can’t hear myself think Larry.

Masakazu is now up, and by the looks of things the match has devolved into everyone going for the big reward moves as he grabs Vincent Black and spins him to face toward him. The 6’1 Masa looks up at the 6’11 Vincent and grapples, bringing his knees up into Black’s gut, then chest, then Masakazu pushes himself up and brings both knees into Vincent Blacks face, FROM JAPAN WITH LOVE! Bubba is still down! Simon collapses into the corner, Masakazu covers!

1!

Mikey hops up onto the ring apron.

2!!

Simon rushes at Mikey and tackles him through the ropes and to the outside!

3!!!

NO! BAH GAWD NO VINCENT BLACK FUCKING KICKED OUT!

HE KICKED OUT!

Masakazu rolls off of Vincent and wipes the blood from his hair and face and looks at the referee, who confirms it was only a two count. Mikey Massacre kicks Simon away from him, and Simon obliges as he goes to check on Maya. But Bubba J is up in the ring with Masakazu who is weary and exhausted, Masakazu turns around and BANG! TRAILER PARK TRASH!!!!! This time it connects!

Bubba covers!

1!

Mikey Massacre spears Simon Kalis to the ground to stop him from interrupting.

2!!

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

THRRRRR- NO! MAYA PULLS THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING!

Linzi Martin: She JUST saved the Order’s world tour!

Kalis, groggy and dazed gets to his feet and goes under the ring. He pulls out a new table and slides it into the ring. The referee throws Maya out from ringside as she argues with him, he demands she leave the ringside area at once. Simon nods to her and she begrudgingly leaves, but not before cracking her whip one more time right against Mikey Massacre’s face, leaving him now bloodied from the lashing. She runs up the ramp laughing and blowing kisses to the fans.

Larry Gordon: Well this is odd. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a referee throw someone out from ringside before.

Linzi Martin: This is a big AoWF sanctioned title match after all, Larry. It goes beyond the usual rules of REBEL Pro.

Larry Gordon: Or lack thereof.

Simon sets the table up as Masakazu gets to his feet, but now Mikey Massacre is up on the ring apron. Mikey grabs Masakazu from behind, and twists him about until he hit’s a northern lights suplex on Masakazu from the ring, to the outside and THROUGH the announcers table!!!

Larry Gordon: JEEZ! Right in our laps!

Linzi Martin: Oh my god I think I broke a fucking nail. God damn it Mikey, you ass.

Simon looks around now as Bubba and Vincent surround him and corner him. Simon simply nods with acceptance but rushes Bubba J to no avail as Vincent grabs him, KEG TAP!!! Simon is obliterated, and now Bubba picks Simon up and puts him onto the table, climbing up with him. Vincent Black heads to the top rope as Mikey picks Masakazu up and throws him into the ring.

Larry Gordon: Oh lord. Hardcore Entertainment is going for the Skull Caver. This could be it.

Linzi Martin: Yeah but what the hell is Mikey doing?

Bubba sets Simon up for the piledriver through the table as Vincent sets himself up onto the top turnbuckle to drive Kalis through. But at the last second Mikey picks Masakazu up but Masakazu bites Massacre in the face! What the…? Masakazu throws himself onto the table and throws Bubba J off balance, causing both Bubba and Simon to spill out onto the canvas in a pile JUST as Vincent Black comes down. Masakazu keeps sliding right off the table, and Black goes right through it!

Larry Gordon: Ohhhhh!!!!!!

Bubba J is up and he’s exactly what you’d think he is, pissed. Mikey apologizes to Bubba J and then points behind him, Masakazu spins Bubba J around and spins him around… MASA DRIVER!!!! MASA DRIVER!!!! Simon Kalis gets to his feet, wobbly and then collapses right back down. But he lands near Vincent, not on him, but Simon holds onto Vincent’s legs. Masakazu covers Bubba J, and throws his feet up onto the middle ropes for extra leverage!

1!

Mikey Massacre’s eyes widen as he looks on, Black trying to hit Simon away but Simon holding onto him for dear life.

2!!

Mikey bails! Mikey bails! He’s making a run for it up the entrance ramp!

3!!!

Linzi Martin: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

DING DING DING

Masakazu rolls off of Bubba J as Maya comes running down to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: The winners of this match, and still AoWF Tag Team Champions… and NEW REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions… Simon and Masakazu Kalis… THE ORDER OF CHAOS!!!!

Maya pulls Simon and Mas out of the ring and both men collapse to the ground, she runs around and grabs the AoWF, PWA and REBEL Pro tag team titles and throws them over them as they all help each other to their feet. Bubba sits up and Vincent Black helps him to his feet, and they both stagger a moment before using the ropes to hold onto. Kalis and Mas offer them an Order style salute and nod in their direction out of respect.

Larry Gordon: I don’t think these two teams will be the same after this match. What a contest. This was so incredibly close, right down to the wire.

Linzi Martin: And you can’t help but feel if it wasn’t for Mikey Massacre, Hardcore Entertainment would be the ones with all that gold.

Larry Gordon: Yes. Mikey Massacre is in for it.

The Order disappears into the back as Hardcore Entertainment now make their leave, the ring crews running in now to clean up the carnage and mess left behind.

Linzi Martin: Wait a minute I’m getting word Aggression isn’t over yet… Oh, oh my.

Larry Gordon: That’s my line, Linzi.

Linzi Martin: No, seriously. It’s-

*****Clash of Titans*****

As the ring crew removes debris from inside the ring to either side of it, “Knights of Cydonia” hits the P.A., and immediately the crowd reacts. An unscheduled appearance by all accounts, its only a moment before Jamie Flynn appears from backstage.

Decked out in an all-black Armani suit and wearing his trademark aviator sunglasses. He pounds his chest and then points to he crowd, eliciting another large pop as he make his way down to the ring.

He enters between the top and middle ropes, and proceeds to grab a mic. He waits until the crowd simmers down, and then speaks.

Jamie Flynn: “You know, I don’t make a habit of any in-ring spectacle that doesn’t involve a sanctioned match. From bell to bell you get my fucking best, every single time. Anything beyond that?”

Instead of rhetorically answering the question, he simply smiles and shrugs.

Jamie Flynn: “Well, I’m changing my approach slightly. After all, what good is victory without progress? I’m not so dead set in my ways I can’t mix things up from time to time.”

A pause, and he finally removes his sunglasses.

Jamie Flynn: “Shall we, then?”

He smiles widely as the crowd responds with cheers.

Jamie Flynn: “For the past few months since joining up here in Rebel, I’ve trudged through the ranks of depravity littering your roster. With no shortage of vigor or firepower, I’ve demonstrated point blank where your humble competitors are sorely lacking. Clawing over each other at the bottom, while at least one of them a month rises to the top of the scrap heap and gets his shot.”

He stops completely.

Jamie Flynn: “And then down he goes…”

He makes a downward motion with his finger and shakes his head.

Jamie Flynn: ”This pitiful display has gone on all year unanswered. Men and women from other companies swooping in and pillaging what they will. Your world champion barely ever even bothers to grace you all with her presence.. Just pokes her head in from time to time to keep the tails tucked between your legs, her authority here is so absolute.”

Another pause.

Jamie Flynn: “Or is it?”

He turns his head slightly and cocks an eyebrow with a curious expression.

Jamie Flynn: “At some point during her last contractually-obligated appearance, she
proclaimed the entirety of this roster roams the halls in fear of speaking her name, lest she catch wind of the transgression and make them feel the full brunt of her wrath. To a point, she’s right. Your current number-one contender has vehemently denied his desire to take her on right now, with clearly ‘more important’ matters on his mind. But there’s one name that’s never been afraid to speak up in protest. One voice, carried with much more credibility and passion than any other, which has been neither shy nor timid with speaking out against her reign.”

A wide grin emerges on his face, and he motions a slight shrug as the crowd reacts to his insinuations.

Jamie Flynn: “But, to this point and in all fairness, that voice has yet to issue a real, tangible challenge. It’s one thing to criticize, it’s another to step right up to the plate and take a swing. I’ve been content to allow the rabble to claw over each other and take their shots. Now, my patience is worn thin. I’m done playing second-fiddle to competitors who refuse to rise up to a real challenge.”

His smile has vanished, and his tone become much more striking.

Jamie Flynn: “So here I am, Lisa.”

He moves to the side of the ring facing the backstage area, and appears to be speaking in that direction.

Jamie Flynn: “The sacred ring I’m standing in here at Rebel Pro is crying out for something meaningful. These great fans deserve it, but more than that. You owe it to yourself, if your current reign over everyone and everything is worth its weight in gold, to step up against me. Not because you have anything to prove, but because I’m the only one willing to face you on the level you deserve.”

He elaborately bows toward the backstage area.

Jamie Flynn: “See you soon.”

He drops the mic and immediately rolls out of the ring, “Knights of Cydonia” crankng back up over the airwaves to signal his departure, with one last shot of Jamie Flynn walking away from the ring, which itself is covered in blood.

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

Hostile defeats Jaice Wilds
Matt Stone defeats Mikey Massacre
The Order of Chaos defeats Hardcore Entertainment to become new REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions