Aggression 2-25-2011

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their voices are muted thanks to the Aggression Theme Song playing. The shot transitions…

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

Jacob Venar climbing to the top turnbuckle!

“You got some attitude”

Venar hits the ‘Spread My Wings’ on some poor bastard!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

Massacre and Bubba J sitting at ringside in a heated debate!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Marina Blue slinking her way to ringside, dressed in her slutty best!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Lizatanna! Holding the REBEL Aggression championship high over her head!

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

The shot again transitions to Phoenix and the team of Might And Magic!

“Attitude, attitude”

Jacob Venar throws Chris Casino off the top of a cage!

“Inside your feeble brain there’s probably a whore”

A giant chokeslam from Matthew Kurtis!

“If you don’t shut your mouth you’re gonna feel the floor”

Freak Show winning the REBEL Tag Titles from the Bluegrass Mafia V.2!

BUBBA J: What a bunch of clowns!

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Darth Zwart stalking his way down to the ring!

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

JENNY JERSEY: This match is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title!!

“You got some attitude”

Jacob Venar with the World Title draped over his shoulder.

As the image begins to fuzz out…

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Marina Blue hitting a springboard seated senton on some poor (or lucky!) jobber!

“Attitude I can’t believe what you say to me”

The Tex-Mex Express battling with The Big Bo$$ Rider$!

“You got some attitude”

A rapid series of images of former REBEL Icons – Rex Caliber, Kyle Roberts, The ‘Assman’ Mike Trey, Great Alaskan Ninja!

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

Chad Kurtis stands on the top of a steel cage, he looks back at Kyle Roberts, back to the fans.

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

“SHOW…SHOW…SHOW! “

He climbs all the way up, disregarding the poor footing cause of the barbwire. Kyle Roberts hasn’t moved, but it could be a possum
The film slows down… Slow Motion.
180 DEGREES

360 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

480 DEGREES

560 DEGREES

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY DEGREE SPLASH….

CONNECTS!!!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OHHH MY GOD! UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE! 3 and half turns off the cage.

JENNY JERSEY: The best indy wrestling promotion has just hit your television screen. Now sit your ass down and hold on for the ride of your life!

A pause…

JENNY JERSEY: Welcome! To! Rebel! Pro! Wrestling!

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Before the first match could take place, something really strange happened. I’m not sure if someone accidentally turned a camera on backstage or what, but on Megavision the picture of a To open up the show, it wasn’t a match but a small video clip on Megavision, this is what I was able to record on my cell phone in case this wasn’t aired on television.

~Megavision~

The briefcase sits on a mahogany table, the numerals on the lock showing the following numbers:
“41201135″

Strange I know, but figured it has to mean something or maybe someone just accidentally turned on a camera backstage.

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The Phoenix is in the ring, surrounded by the Pantheon. Doshky, Dragon, and Snow are all carrying fire extinguishers. The Phoenix is pacing and clearly not happy.

Phoenix: I’ve been saying forever that Rebel Pro is the worst place I’ve ever worked, but this just seals it. Yeah, this is a dangerous business. Yeah, I’ve been thrown out of steel cages suspended 20 feet in the air. Yeah, I’ve been hit with chairs, with sledgehammers, trash cans, and pretty much anything else you could find in an arena. And yes, I’m the guy that invented the London’s Burning match, where the cage is actually on fire. But the difference between all that and what happened last week? I knew the risks going in. When you become a pro wrestler, you accept a certain amount of danger. Hell, you accept a certain amount of danger just leaving the house each day. But what happened to me last week isn’t what typically happens in this business. Actually, I’ve been around for over a decade and I’ve never once seen a man set on fire. Until last week. That wasn’t a prank. That wasn’t someone trying to psych me out. That was attempted murder.

Phoenix: I’ve talked to my lawyers and last week could be considered an accident by a judge. There’s no proof that anyone meant to light me on fire, at least not that I can prove. But let’s face it, that was no accident. And if it happens just one more time, they’re confident they can get me out of my contract, which is the only good thing to come out of all this.

Phoenix: Speaking of my lawyers, let’s talk about the copyright infringment that Larry Gordon has been allowing here. He’s letting some bozo use my music, use my logo, and use my name. That’s the kind of bullshit I’d expect from a fifth rate pissant company like Rebel Pro, but there’s just one thing I don’t get. You’ve got the real fucking deal under contract. Using the bargain basement rip-off is what you do when you can’t get the real dude. What, does Gordo think that having two Phoenixes will be twice as good? Not fucking likely. I’m one of the greatest of all time, no one can deny it. After me, the mold was shattered. So someone can steal my name, they can steal my look and my music, but they can’t steal my talent. And I’ll tell you all this, right here, right now, if I… No, strike that. WHEN I find this bozo…

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. A phoenix appears on the Megavision with the flames slowly turning black and switching it into a dark phoenix. The lights come up and the Pantheon spring into action, spraying Robinson with the fire extinguishers. Luckily for Robinson, he wasn’t on fire this time. He starts screaming at the Pantheon and looks down when Scottie Snow points at his feet where there’s a burnt Phoenix mask laying on top of a pile of ashes. Security rushes to the ring and escorts a visibly angry Phoenix, along with the rest of the Pantheon, out of the arena.

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JENNY JERSEY: This opening match of the night is scheduled for one fall…..

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits the PA!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds, ‘The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick steps out from the back, looks out at the capacity crowd and heads down to ringside. All business.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent…..

‘Animals’ by Nickleback!!

JENNY JERSEY: Hailing from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil and weighing in at 184 pounds…..Jaice Wilds!!!

Jaice slides into the ring and stares at Maverick.
Head Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and this one is underway!!

BUBBA: Is that guy a midget?

MASSACRE: Wilds? No, he’s from Brazil.

BUBBA: Huh.

MASSACRE: As an added treat

we’re now joined for this match by ‘The Show’ Chad Kurtis!!

BUBBA: Ugh, how is that a treat?

KURTIS: Good to be here guys.

The two lock up in the middle of the ring.
Standing side headlock from Maverick.
Jaice backs Maverick into the ropes and shots him off.
Maverick ducks under a clothesline!
Jaice with a leapfrog over Maverick on the rebound!
Maverick with a crossbody off the ropes!
Jaice drops out of the way and Maverick eats the canvas!
Wilds with a standing shooting star press!
Maverick rolls out of the way and Jaice lands on his feet!!
Maverick is up and we have a stand off!! The crowd gives both of them a big round of applause as they circle each other again.

BUBBA: That midgets fast….

MASSACRE: Wilds will have the edge on speed, but Maverick is a dangerous striker.

KURTIS: Bubba, I don’t think you’re in any position to talk about how someone looks.

BUBBA: Shut up coward. You’re not even really hurt you pussy.

Jaice goes to tie up but takes a spinning back kick to the gut!
Stiff kick across the chest from Maverick rocks Wilds!
Another wicked kick drops Wilds to the mat and Maverick pounces on him without hesitation.
Maverick locks on a kneebar and Wilds scrambles to get to the ropes causing a break.
Wilds uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and Maverick is waiting for him. Double leg takedown from Maverick!
Maverick tries to lock in an ankle lock but again Wilds is to close to the ropes!
Stone backs Maverick away as Wilds gets to his feet. Maverick charges Wilds, but the smaller man backdrops Johnny over the top rope and down to the floor!!
Maverick manages to land on his feet as he hits the floor. He turns around just in time to eat a springboard crossbody from Wilds!
Both hit the floor hard but Wilds is up first and drags Maverick up.
Maverick is whipped back first into the guardrails!
Jaice charges in and takes a back elbow to the face! Maverick reaches over the guardrail, grabs a chair from a fan and slams it across the left leg of Jaice!!

BUBBA: Finally!! Some hardcore action.

KURTIS: Geez Bubba, do you ever shower?

BUBBA: Kiss my ass Kurtis.

Chairshot across the skull drops Jaice and Maverick looks down at his victim with a hint of a smile on his face.
Maverick tosses away the chair, grabs a length of camera cable cord and wraps it around the throat of Jaice!!
Maverick drives a handful of MMA style elbows into the side of Wilds head before releasing him. Wilds is rolled back into the squared circle and Maverick is searching for something under the ring.
Maverick pulls a bag out from under the ring and places it in the corner. Again he goes hunting for something under the ring and drags out a table which gets a huge ‘We Want Tables’ Chant from the crowd!!
Maverick places the table on the ring apron and before he can slide it inside the ring jaice comes out of nowhere with a Elbow Suicida!!
Maverick is laid out on the floor and Wilds puts the boots to Johnny.
Wilds grabs the table on the apron and bridges it, one end on the apron and the other on the guard railing.
Maverick is pulled to his feet, takes a rapid series of short forearm shots and then rolled up onto the table.
Wilds slides into the ring and the fans get to their feet knowing something big is coming.
Maverick is getting to his feet on the table and Wilds hits him with a springboard seated senton!!
Both men crash through the table down to the floor and the drunken fans happily chant ‘Holy shit!

MASSACRE: You have to wonder if Mavericks head is in this match after that tough loss to Jacob Venar a few weeks back!

BUBBA: Well right now his damn head has smacked off the concrete floor!

KURTIS: Both of these are super tough and….

BUBBA: Quiet faker.

MASSACRE: Both of you shut up!

Jaice shoves table debris away from him and slowly gets to his feet. He reaches down and drags Maverick up and shove shim into the ring.
Maverick is trying to get to his feet and the camera zooms in on a ugly gash on the back of his head. Blood is flowing down Mavericks back and the referee is checking to make sure Johnny is able to continue.
Maverick shoves the referee away, gets to his feet, turns and it’s Wilds with a springboard crossbody!
The hit the mat but Maverick rolls through and keeps his grip on Wilds! Maverick hoists the smaller man up onto his shoulders and drills him with a death valley driver!!
Without missing a beat, Maverick drags a dazed Wilds up and crushes him with a Gibson driver!
Maverick with the cover!

1!
2!

Jaice with the kickout!

MASSACRE: Maverick is rollin’!

Maverick pulls Jaice off the mat, hooks him and hits a shin breaker. Leg trip from Maverick who then locks in a single leg crab on Wilds!
Jaice is fighting like crazy and starts to drag both himself and Maverick towards the ropes!
Wilds reaches the ropes but Maverick refuses to break the hold! Jaice uses the ring ropes to pull / climb his way back to a standing position.
Enziguri from Wilds! Maverick staggers back holds the back of his bloody head. Jaice with a jumping Russian leg sweep!
Jaice with a cover!

1!
2!

Maverick kicks out!

KURTIS: Maverick is a tough son of a bitch!! Unlike Bubba here….

BUBBA: Hey!

Jaice spies the bag Maverick brought into the ring and crawls over to it.
Jaice gets to his feet, turns and gets dropped when maverick hits a diving flying shoulder block to the knee of Wilds!
Wilds lays on the mat clutching at his knee as Maverick slowly grabs the bag and gets to his feet, blood is flowing heavily from the back of his head and we can see a bump the size of an egg.
Maverick unties the bag and pours out thousands of thumbtacks on the mat to a huge roar from the crowd!!
Maverick grabs Jaice and goes for a powerbomb onto the thumbtacks!
It’s reversed via a hurricanrana from Jaice!!
Maverick lands back first across the thumbtacks and the fans are going crazy!!
Jaice heads to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top rope.
Aerial Ace!!!
Maverick moves at the last second and Wilds connects with nothing but thumbtacks and the mat!!
Jaice rolls quickly to his feet, his back covered in tacks!! Maverick, himself a human pin cushion, hooks Wilds from behind!
Half nelson suplex!!
A bloody thumbtack covered Maverick quickly locks in a sharpshooter on a dazed Jaice!!
Wilds tries to get to the ropes but Maverick sits down on the hold and Wilds taps out!!

MASSACRE: Wilds had no other choice but to tap out!

BUBBA: Loser.

Referee Alan Stone calls for the bell and this one is over!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match….’The Filth & The Fury’ Johnny Maverick!!

Maverick yanks his arm away from Stone, turns to a disappointed Wilds and helps him to his feet!! Maverick says something to the beaten Wilds before rolling out of the ring.

BUBBA: I dunno what he said but I’m sick of this good sportsmanship crap!

MASSACRE: Are you out of beer again?

BUBBA: Yeah….

KURTIS: Like he needs anymore. Look at the gut on him!

BUBBA: I’d hit ya, but I’m afraid you’d use it as a reason to stay fake hurt.

“Higher” blares to life in the speakers as a mixed reaction for the following man comes down from the rafters and seats in the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: From Tulsa, Oklahoma; he stands at five ten and two hundred and five pounds… he is “The Trailer Park Jesus” JESSE JAMES HANK WILLIAMS!

Jesse steps into the ring, carrying a thumbtack covered baseball bat for his weapon of choice in this match.

“Meet The Monster” by 5 Finger Death Punch hits up in the speakers as the mixed reaction fills the speakers, some like, some hate, some love, and some are just too drunk to care.

JENNY JERSEY: From Anywhere and Everywhere, he stands at seven feet two inches and weighs in at three hundred sixty-seven pounds… He is one half of the current Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…SHUT DOWN!

Shut Down steps into the ring, staring a hole into JJHW as he awaits the bell.

DING DING

Shut Down and Jesse James Hank Williams come together in the center of the ring in a mass of humanity. Shut Down backs JJHW up with a massive right fist to the face, but JJHW fires right back with one of his own before rubbing his hand up and down his body and slapping the taste right out of Shut Down’s mouth. JJHW presses his advantage with an Irish whip sending Shut Down into the ropes and delivering a big back body drop that sends Shut Down to the canvas.

BUBBA J: That… was the nastiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Even nastier than what you did in the toilet before we came on air?

BUBBA J: Yeah, at least I could flush that one.

JJHW with a big leg drop off the ropes, but Shut Down rolls out of the way and up to his feet. JJHW is up as well and Shut Down sends him back down with a clothesline that probably took his head off, but its still attached as there is no fountain of blood. Shut Down lifts JJHW back up to his feet, shoving him violently back into the corner. JJHW with a big right hand, but Shut Down just absorbs the blow and knocks him a good one with his right fist. JJHW bends backwards from the blow, but Shut Down bends him the other way with a knee into his midsection before lifting him with a knee lift into the face.

BUBBA J: Shut Down playing it smart here by going after the entire body.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He is doing what you are supposed to do.

Shut Down grabs a side headlock, but JJHW shoves hiim into the ropes and he rebounds with a big boot. JJHW catches him, sending him down to the canvas with a spinebuster that may have cracked the ring, only time will tell there. JJHW off the ropes, connecting with that leg drop he tried earlier. JJHW makes the first cover of the match, but Shut Down doesn’t even allow a one count before rolling a shoulder up. JJHW helps him back up to his feet grabbing a front face lock and lifting Shut Down up into a vertical suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: My GAWD look at the strength!

BUBBA J: Damn!

Shut Down comes down, the ring shaking violently from the impact, but JJHW presses his advantage while he’s got it. Shut Down begins to roll up towards his feet, delivering a shoulder block right into JJHW’s midsection doubling him over. Shut Down off the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes JJHW down center ring and he makes the cover.

One!

JJHW kicks out quickly after the count of one and tries to get up to his feet, Shut Down is there to help him out with a forearm to the face and a quick hair pull for added insult. JJHW fires with a right forearm into Shut Down’ midsection, but the co-Tag Champ fires with a knee into the midsection and one right into the face to get the advantage back in his favor.

BUBBA J: I thought we’d see hardcore, but these two men are just beating the hell out of each other without weapons!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Welcome to the diversity of Rebel Pro!

Shut Down tucks his head under JJHW’s armpit, waving his hand in front of his nose quickly to get rid of the stench before lifting JJHW up… twisting… and taking him down with his own modification of the Northern Lights Suplex! Once again the ring is shaking heavily due to the massive amount of poundage in this ring, but its holding up and therefore the match continues.

BUBBA J: I want some damn hardcore!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like you are getting your wish, Shut Down has just rolled out of the ring.

Shut Down lifts JJHW’s thumbtack covered baseball bat up, before tossing it into the ring. Shut Down lifts the ring apron up, pulling out a couple of tables before sliding them into the ring as well. A Freak Show fan gets his attention before tossing him a steel chair and a fake arm?

MIKEY MASSACRE: We’ve seen that in Rebel Pro before, although I think it was a leg.

BUBBA J: I think I remember that.

Shut Down gets back into the ring, holding the chair in one hand and the arm in the other. JJHW is getting slowly back up to his feet. Shut Down comes a bit closer, but JJHW spins around slamming his baseball bat right into Shut Down’s midsection repeatedly as though he is trying for a bunting homerun. Shut Down drops the chair, but swings the arm down out of reflex. Shut Down drops the arm as JJHW slams the bat right into his groin doubling him down to his knees in utter pain.

BUBBA J: Ball bat to the balls… that definitely hurts.

JJHW off the ropes using the bat like a clothesline attempt, but Shut Down falls on his face and JJHW leaps over bouncing back off the ropes. Shut Down lifts the arm tripping him up and JJHW falls right onto his bat… face first. Shut Down lifts a table up into position, leaning it up against the corner before lifting JJHW up and tossing… wait! JJHW counters by falling backwards and shoving his feet into Shut Down’s midsection flipping him over and onto the table in the corner!

BUBBA J: SHIT!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Impressive isn’t it?

BUBBA J: No, got a damn splinter in my eye!

JJHW pulls himself up off the canvas, wiping at the blood now streaming down his face before turning around and pulling Shut Down out of the wreckage to make a pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Thre

Kickout!

Shut Down manages to get his shoulder up just before the hand comes down and this match does continue. JJHW can’t believe it, but he struggles on never the less by pulling Shut Down to his knees.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Shut Down connects with The Shake Machine out of nowhere!

BUBBA J: Jesse James Hank Williams had the match in hand but… damn splinter!

Shut Down smirks as he makes the cover center ring on top of JJHW’s bat and the fake arm.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing The Freak Show… Shut Down!

Shut Down nods as though he knew this was going to happen and he nor anyone else should have ever doubted it.

*WHAM!*

Shut Down stumbles forward a bit from the impact right into another shot from a steel chair causing him to fall backwards and down on one knee. TJ and BG both grab Shut Down and lift him up…

Double suplex onto the table!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What are they doing out here?!

BUBBA J: Probably beating up Shut Down and putting themselves into the Tag Title picture.

TJ and BG walk over to a steel chair and set it up as well before lifting JJHW up and double suplexing him on top of the seat for good measure. Both men roll out of the ring and stare at their handy work as they walk backwards up the aisle.

BUBBA J: Guess it’s time for the main event. And time for Lisa to tear Jacob’s fucking head off.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the magician?

BUBBA J: I don’t give a fuck if she’s dressed as a Rodeo Clown. Long as she keeps tearing up ass I’ll drink a beer to it.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like you’re getting your way, because we’re heading to the back.

The cameras jump backstage, just in time to see Jacob Venar skittering across the screen while Lisa comes after him with a ring bell. Rather than turn it on him though, she chooses to let it ring twice before tossing it over her shoulder.

BUBBA J: There’s a bell. Now it’s official.

Liza pushes Venar back and then hurls her top-hat in his direction, sending it just inches over his head and embedding it in the wall. Venar turns around to pull the hat out of the wall, only to find it stuck solidly thanks to a sharp metal rim.

JACOB VENAR: Fuck are you doing; you could have killed me!

LIZATANNA: What do you want, it’s a Deathmatch.

There’s an awkward pause before Venar tackles Liza back through a door, spilling them both across the floor of what turns out to be Larry Gordon’s temporary office.

LARRY GORDON: What the hell!?

Larry jumps up to his feet but Jacob pushes him into a wall and then turns back to Liza, snatching her up and smashing her face first across the desk. He then clears its contents across the floor and drags Liza up for a Suplex through the desk, but Liza reacts with a knee in his head at the apex of the move, causing him to drop her back to the floor. Liza then grabs him by the hair and hurls him back through the door. By this point Larry is beside himself but that doesn’t stop Liza grabbing hold of the first heavy object she can find, which happens to be a printer, and heaving it into the wall where Jacob Venar was just a second before.

BUBBA J: Damn!

Shards of plastic fly as the printer disintegrates against the wall, but Jacob is far from safe as Liza charges forward with a knee in his stomach. She then tosses him across the floor and follows up with a kick straight through the ribs. Jacob then follows with another but Jacob catches her leg, turns and chucks her down another hallway. Liza rolls through and back to her feet, just in time to dodge a Falcon Punch that shatters a few tiles on the wall and leaving a red smudge in its place.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Do we have to pay for that?

BUBBA J: They’re throwing down backstage. By the end of the night we’re going to be paying for a lot of things.

Jacob turns and catches another attack from Liza, before using a forearm to ram her back into the wall. He then drags her off her feet, still pushing her into the wall and trying to choke the life out of her, but Liza fights back by jamming the point of her elbow into the top of his head, sending him away. Jacob staggers back and Liza follows up with a series of punches before turning into a Spinning Backfist that sends the spit flying and then a straight kick that knocks him back through another doorway. This time he catches himself on the frame and saves himself from falling down some stairs. Liza then charges in for the follow up, only to have Venar jump forward, catch her around the waist and toss her straight down the steps with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar sending that bitch down the stairs.

BUBBA J: No way to treat a lady… even one trying to murder you with a hat.

Liza lands in a heap on the landing and can barely pull herself to her feet. Fortunately Jacob gives her a hand, lifting her up by the hair and tossing her into the safety railing. He then turns her around and lights up her cheek with a backhand to subdue her before turning away to make some room. Liza however throws a string of tied handkerchiefs from her sleeve and knots them around Jacob’s neck. She then pulls him backwards over the barrier and hangs him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit, he’s in trouble now.

Jacob kicks and dangles at the end of his very colour noose, clawing for an escape. Fortunately for him, a pair of scissors – and various other less useful items – falls from Lisa’s sleeve and right into his reach. Liza continues garroting him but Jacob manages to use the scissors to cut his way to freedom, and lands choking and spluttering on the floor. Liza moves to follow until Jacob suddenly turns and hurls the scissors in her direction, just missing her but apparently catching someone else as a scream lets out in the background. In the confusion, Liza leaps the barrier, lands on Venar’s shoulders and then leans back into a Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Not wasting any time finding out if that innocent bystander got seriously hurt.

BUBBA J: Woman after my own heart.

Liza snaps back but Jacob holds himself standing, before proceeding to whip Liza back onto his shoulders, turn and chuck her into the metal rail, snapping her back with a horrid clang. Liza drops to her knees but Jacob grabs her up and whips her through a set of double doors into what appears to be the buffet area.

BUBBA J: Shit! Don’t waste all the food.

Liza rolls onto her back, allowing her to get her feet up and catch Jacob with a Monkey Flip, scattering a number of passers by and taking out several tables of food in the process. Liza then clambers back to her feet, grabs up a stack of plates and begins winging them at Venar, each of them shattering on contact and giving her a tremendous good laugh… that is until he catches one and shatters it over her head, putting her back to the floor.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Little Greco-Roman Hardcore there with that plate.

A drop of blood runs down Liza’s forehead as Venar pulls her off the ground by hair and tail and then throws her bar fight style across the length of a table wiping out various dishes in the way before dumping her to the floor. Venar then kicks his way through the table, grabs Liza off the floor. He then shoots for another Suplex into a nearby table but Liza drops out of the move and lands behind the table. The two then turn to meet again and Liza lashes out by kicking the table into his gut. Liza then grabs Venar by the head and hurls him back through the double doors and runs him into the wall. She then charges in with a knee in the gut that Venar trades for a forearm shot that sends her away.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lizatanna now covered in blood and food but she’s still hammering away.

BUBBA J: If beer starts spilling out her tits I might just have to get married.

Venar blasts Liza with a Lariat from behind and sends her down another corridor. Liza however manages to stay standing with the aid of a wall, allowing her to hit back with a mull kick that doubles him over. Liza then charges at the nearby wall, puts a foot on it and kicks off in a backflip, where she then brings a knee down hard across the back of his head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Moonsault Knee and she takes him out.

BUBBA J: Bought time. Think this might finally be that yellow bellied traitor fuck’s last night as a champion.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The belt isn’t on the line.

BUBBA J: Yeah but we wont keep our belt on a dead man.

The fans are ecstatic now as Liza kicks Venar through the curtain and then follows up by volleying him in the face with a field goal kick that rattles his teeth and sends him skittering down the isle way. Liza then goes after as Venar drags back to his feet, pulling himself up with the aid of the rail. He then baits Liza in, catches her with a Hiptoss and sends her over the rail and into a sea of chairs that shoot out from beneath her. Venar then follows out as the crowd disperses. By this point, a referee finally joins in the action.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fans getting a little more than they expected. Well, maybe not more than these fans expected.

BUBBA J: It’s Rebel Pro. If they don’t walk away with someone’s tooth we’re sending them home disappointed.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Then they might be about to get some.

Venar grabs Liza up by the hair, only to be blasted with an elbow in the gut. He counters with a knee in the gut and then follows up by slamming her face first into the seat of a chair. Jacob then goes again, dragging her up into a Facelock and once more lifting her up into a Vertical Suplex. Liza lands a few punches at the height of the move, but this time Venar holds on and buries the Brainbuster, crushing the chair beneath the two of them.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is over. Call it, time of death.

BUBBA J: Sit your ass down Mike, he aint getting’ to pin her yet.

Venar can barely drag Liza off the floor, blood now running freely down her face, and toss her toward the guardrail. He then pushes her over, taking a good look as she lands in a slump before jawing with a few fans. Jacob then gives Liza a chance to get to her feet. He then charges at the rail, stepping off a chair and then onto it before launching himself at Liza, only to get caught with a chair that Liza throws into his face.

BUBBA J: Bam! What I tell ya?

Venar goes down but Liza refuses to give up her momentum, stumbling over on top of him, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him down into a knee that splits a crack down his face. The fans cheer as she lands a second and then a third that shoots him back up right, spraying blood as he whips his head back. He then answers back with a Haymaker punch but Liza ducks it for a Legsweep that leaves him seated and right in the path of a Soccer Kick, laying him out flat. Liza then turns her attention to the ring.

BUBBA J: Shit’s about to get serious.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What do you call all the chairs, printers, plates and hangings then?

BUBBA J: Foreplay.

After a few moments of rooting, what’s left of Liza drags two barbed wire wrapped tables from under the ring, much to the delight of the fans. By this point she’s clearly shaken and awash in her own blood, but still she pulls the table up to its feet and adds the second one across in a bridge from the table to the apron. She then turns back to Venar, pulling him off the floor and trying to hit him with a Suplex of her own. Instead though, she finds Jacob getting her off the ground and sending her toward the table. Luckily Liza gets her feet against the wood and pushes off, sending them both away from the wood. They both land on their feet and begin trading wild punches, ending with Jacob getting her around the waist and charging her into the table, where the barbs tear at her back. Venar then backs up and fires at her again, only for Liza to catch him with a Drop Toe-Hold, smashing him face first into the barbed wire table, popping a few fresh wounds for good measure.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Two of them trading acupuncture shots.

BUBBA J: Bought time one of them stops messing around with love taps and buries this.

Liza then takes the fight to the apron, dragging Venar up with her. He fights back again though, pushing her off and then smashing her with a straight kick in the face. This stuns her for a moment and allows Venar to get her up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, and point her toward the tables.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like a Death Valley Driver off the apron…

Venar steps up a Death Valley Driver, but Liza fights back with a series of elbows to the side of the head, finally enough to fight him off and allow her to drop safely into the ring. He tries to catch her again, but Liza counters with a high Roundhouse Kick over the ropes, catching him on the side of the head and sending him dangerously close to falling back into the wire. Liza meanwhile holds her balance and then makes a move for the corner, but she takes a little too long and Venar gets there to, scoring with a knockout Superman Punch.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Falcon Punch knocks her for six!

BUBBA J: Ah horseshit!

With his opponent hanging at the edge of his hand, Venar drags himself onto the top-rope and brings Liza with him, turning them both to face the table. He then wipes a mess of blood from his eyes, points down to the table and then drags Liza up onto his shoulders. However at this point she fights back, blowing a cloud of green mist into his eyes and stunning him. Liza then whips back for a Hurricanrana, but the momentum is already in play, sending them both toward the tables…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh shit.

The two spin, fall and crash together through the two the tables, colliding with a mess of wood and razor-sharp barbs that gash them to pieces. The fans explode at the sight of it and break out into chants, but it’s clear from the disturbed look on a referee’s face that neither of them has come out of this well. The man then begins trying the pull them from the wreckage, only to find them both ensnared in jagged wire – caught in every inch of clothes, hair and flesh it can touch. The referee throws up an X, prompting help to come down from the back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s calling for help.

BUBBA J: Only help these two sumbitches need is help getting this shit restarted.

Referees run down with gloves and wire cutters, looking to break them out while the rest do their best to pull away the wreckage without making it any worse. Between the two of them there’s movement but not much, prompting the referee to wave the contest off. We get a bell.

BUBBA J: Fuck is this, a draw?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Is it a draw if the match never actually starts?

BUBBA J: Its bullshit whatever it is. After a fight like that we need a God damn winner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Maybe the ref can roll one on top and count a pin.

BUBBA J: That’s how I’d do it.

The referees continue trying to clear the mess. However it’s clear they’re both done for the night, and as the fans begin to settle into a hush while the referees work away, our cameras begin to fade. A few more seconds watching them writhe, and we’re out.

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* Special Post Show Follow-up *

The team of Big Bo$$ Rider$ are walking towards their car, laughing about their evening.

JESSE: Hey boys…You done fucked up.

The twins turn around and are immediately jumped by Jesse James and El Gato!!

The cameraman does his bets to keep up with the action but the four men are slugging it out!!

The Freak Show!!

The Freak and Shut Down rush into frame and we have three tag teams in the parking lot raising Hell!!

In the distance we hear the sounds of police sirens but it doesn’t stop these six men from inflicting as much punishment on each other as possible before the ’5-0′ arrive!!

It’s tag team warfare in REBEL!!!!

- final fade –