Aggression #3

“”Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”"

The scene changes to Marcus Marion who thrusts his right foot out to kick an “E” up onto the screen.

“I can’t believe what you say to me”

JT Whiplash throws a huge right handed haymaker, a “B” is slammed up beside the “E”.

“You got some attitude”

Here comes Chris Casino who smirks and from the flash of his extremely white teeth an “E” goes beside the “B”.

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

Young Money flash past in Jer$ey’s sweet ride and as the bass hits in his car a “L” hits up beside the “E” to spell out “Rebel”

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

Duncan removes his sunglasses to flick his closed fist causing a “P” to slam and start a new word.

” Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Vincent Black molds a strand of barbed wire to make an “R” beside the “P”.

“Attitude, the one you got, oh baby”

Johnny Maverick comes by, giving an annoyed look as a “O” finishes “Pro”

“Attitude, attitude”

Cuzin’ Zeke takes the two words, pressing them closer together.

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

CUZIN’ ZEKE: Rebel Pro Wrestling.

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

The scene changes to where Krusty Kid Paul is slamming back shots in a bar, he looks up, smiling and pumping his fist. canadian pharmacy review 2012 the scars evident on his knuckles.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

KRUSTY KID PAUL: No Disqualifications.

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

Freak and Shut Down stand there bloody after a hellacious match.

“You got some attitude”

THE FREAK: No count-outs.

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

Jacob Venar is wrestling Lacey Gloria.

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

Matthew and his younger brother Jonothan walk through the doors at the Aggression Arena, a ton of fans surround them quickly

“You got some attitude”

MATTHEW KURTIS: No bullshit.

As the song spirals down, we cut to Jenny Jersey standing center ring, no one around in the seats.

JENNY JERSEY: “Welcome to Rebel Pro Wrestling.”

He looks out to the crowd before flicking them off. He pushes one fan out of a chair, picking it up and folding it shut.

“You say you know just who I am”… Bubba J knows who it is because Jacob steps from the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Steel chair shot right to the face Corey!

COREY TAYLOR: Bubba J wasting no time here.

Jacob tries to stop the second swing, but Bubba slams it right into his groin before slamming a fist into his chin. Bubba J whips him into the railing, sending him over with a clothesline and he is laughing. He points at Jacob before pointing to the back.

“That is where you need to stay son!”

Jacob with a beer bottle right to the face of Bubba J backing him off. Jacob leaps from the railing, driving a knee right into Bubba’s face sending him against the other railing. Jacob picks up the cords at his feet, he whips Bubba J down the aisleway. Bubba J falls down but slams a nacho chip right into Jacob’s face, it doesn’t hurt but distracts him. Bubba J picks up a woman’s pocketbook, he slams it into Jacob’s face staggering him back.

ROB MARTINEZ: That could have a brick in it.

COREY TAYLOR: A woman’s pocketbook is deadly, never know what is in them things.

Bubba J pulls Jacob towards him, thumb to the eyes before pulling a fork out of his boot and stabbing Jacob right in the damn forehead with it! Jacob pulls at the fork, but Bubba J has it lodged good in there and he pounds away with his fists at Venar.

COREY TAYLOR: Stick a fork in him, he’s done!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not funny and definitely not appropriate.

Jacob fires a right hand through the crimson mask slowly covering his face, it connects sending Bubba J backwards from impact. Bubba stumbles from the blow, Jacob fires another as he wipes his eyes. Bubba J is near the ring now. Jacob runs with a forearm shot, but Bubba J slams the steps right into his face. Jacob falls back, but good news is the fork is dislodged and now on the floor. Bubba J picks up the steps again, he brings them down on the concrete as Jacob rolls out of the way. Jacob boots the redneck in the stomach, then he dropkicks them right into his midsection knocking the wind out of him. Bubba J drops the steps, Jacob up to the railing, coming down with an elbow into Bubba J’s shoulder blade. Bubba J gasps from the sudden and sharp pain. He spins away from Jacob, who now has the fork, he dives under the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is running like a coward.

COREY TAYLOR: Is not!

Bubba J’s feet disapper under the ring and Jacob is in hot pursuit. A clunking sound is heard and Jacob screams as he pulls his head back, a staple in the bridge of his nose. Bubba J crawls out from under the ring, a staple gun in one hand and a fire extinguisher in the other. He sprays Jacob in the face stunning him, but Jacob dives through the mist to slam into Bubba J sending the fire extinguisher into Bubba’s face. Bubba J drops the staple gun as well as the fire extinguisher, and Jacob picks up the stapling gun, he cahchunks one into Bubba J’s cheek.

Cawchunk! cawchunk! cawchunk! cawchunk!

Jacob is going crazy with the staple gun and Bubba J has several staples in his flesh as he fires a right hand. Jacob side steps the attack, cawchunk to the head and another staple is added to the collection. Bubba J diving to get out of cialis generic the way. Jacob follows, but Bubba J spins around, football tackle to Venar sending the back of his head into the steel post. Bubba J digs under the ring, knowing help has to be there. He pulls out a Crown Royal bag, he digs his hand into its depth. A thumbtack right to Jacob’s lip, another to the cheek. Bubba J pulls Jacob’s tights away from his waist, he pours the entire bag down his pants!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is wrong!

COREY TAYLOR: Then why does it feel so right?!

Bubba J kicks him right in the gonads, driving the thumbtacks into his flesh as he is now hurting very… very… very bad. Bubba J rears back, kick right to his balls and Jacob drops into a bent over position.

COREY TAYLOR: Trailer Park Trash!

Bubba J rolls the unconscious Jacob into the ring. He picks him up again, Irish whip into the ropes. Jacob looks to be dead on his feet. Boot to the balls again, another TPT!

COREY TAYLOR: A second, Bubba J trying to show Jacob who’s boss.

Bubba J gets down in Jacob’s face, his head twitching from side to side as he yells something.

“come on you sumbitch, just open an eyelid and you’ll get the win… just open one eye Jacob you piece of shit!”

Bubba J laughs, he gets out of the ring and rips the microphone from Jenny Jersey.

BUBBA J: You know Jacob, I don’t need a win to prove I’m better than you. I don’t need that win because you showed that you could somewhat back up your words. But what gets me is the intensity that you showed this week, don’t get me wrong I’d love to kick your ass some more but…”

He shrugs.

BUBBA J: “I know cheap wins hurt you more than losing so… I forfeit… you win… bitch!”

Bubba J laughs as he walks up the aisle way, laughing the entire way and flipping off the crowd.

COREY TAYLOR: That was so perfect!

ROB MARTINEZ: Jacob hates a cheap win.

COREY TAYLOR: Exactly why Bubba J did that, he hurt him more than if he pinned him… that man is brilliant.

Heidi rolls her eyes, and replies.

HEIDI: Vince, you wanted a cameraman here.

Vincent looks hard for a second.

VINCENT: Oh. Why?

Heidi smirks.

HEIDI: I don’t know, asshole! Why don’t you ask him?

Vincent gets angry.

VINCENT: You are what you eat, dick!

Everyone around Vincent stops and looks for a second, then burst out laughing.

HEIDI: You… you… (laughter), you just told me you eat assholes.

Vincent looks at Heidi for a moment, deep in thought, then smiles.

VINCENT: I did, didn’t I? Well, I am kinda drunk, maybe. Look, cameraguy….

Vincent spins around and looks at the camera

VINCENT: You tell the f*cking guy Larry Gordon that he’s lucky I didn;t showup today at Aggression. I would have put Duncan Aries throuh a f*cking wall today, that prick. Did you see that shit sneak attack me? Like, like he was some kind of baby-dicked ninja or some shit? Man…. we’re gonna have a street fight I think he said. He accepted my challenge, and he wants a street fight. Well, okay, Duncan MacLeo…. Duncan Aries. Fine. I swear to God, I will powerbomb your broken ass through the top of a car, into a sewer, and through a shop window. You won’t even remember how many there are.

Heidi looks at Vince with a confused look on her face.

HEIDI: How many what, Vince?

Vincent looks over at Heidi?

Vincent: What?

She sighs, shakes her head, and takes the next order.

Vincent: Yeah, when you and I meet, I have some pent-up Aggression to take out on you. Pun intended.

Vincent laughs at his own terrible joke as the scene fades out.

The Freak fires off another shirt into the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

~Commercial for Barbed Wire Massacre~

An old fashioned black and white grainy film is up on the television. It fades closer and we can see a card announcing the matches so far for Barbed Wire Massacre 2010

COREY TAYLOR: Back from commercial and this is a lovely t-shirt, it is the ones that Freak made in his last promo, he is just a great guy.

“For the Love of the Game” hits up and the crowd is on their feet as Duncan Aries steps from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring from San Diego, California, he stands at six feet three inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds… “THE SPADE” DUNCAN ARIES!

Duncan stares at Freak in the ring, he is aiming to rip him a new one here tonight.

DING DING

Duncan stares motionless at The Freak, who dives to the right of Duncan, but Aries is prepared for the attack slamming a fist into Freak’s face. Duncan pulls Freak up, but Freak has a thumbtack covered set of brass knuckles, slamming them right into Duncan’s midsection causing an immediate trickle of blood.

ROB MARTINEZ: viagra cost per pill 100mg He didn’t waste any time going hardcore.

COREY TAYLOR: It is evident that Freak is going to win and is just playing with Aries right now.

Freak with a roundhouse punch, Duncan flips him with a Judo throw, stomping down on the back of Freak’s neck. Freak rolls up, holding at the back of his neck, Duncan charging. Freak drops down, elevating Duncan over the top rope to the outside, but Duncan lands on the apron. Freak turns around intending to dive outside, but Duncan with a shoulder into his midsection slams him short of his destination. Duncan hops over the top rope, leg drop across Freak’s neck. Aries pulls Freak up, Irish whip into the corner. Freak scales the turnbuckle, flipping back and corkscrewing himself over Duncan’s body to land on his feet. Freak with a dropkick into Duncan’s back sends him face first into the middle padding. Freak off the ropes as Duncan turns around, running boot to the face spins Duncan down to one knee.

COREY TAYLOR: Look at the Freak Go!

ROB MARTINEZ: Glad to see you aren’t biast in anyway.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you crazy? I’m pulling for Freak all the way.

Freak slides out of the ring, intending on getting something to further his fun. Freak with a chair, he tosses it up into the ring, but the chair immediately comes back down, but Aries is on top of the weapon. Freak bounces into the railing, blood trickling from his forehead after the chair’s impact. Duncan pulling the chair up, holding it in his hands like a baseball hat, he swings. Freak ducks under, avoiding the blow. Freak with a kick to Duncan’s stomach but Duncan shoves forward with a shoulder into Freak’s face with a forearm. Freak is slammed backwards into the ring apron and Duncan charges forward. Freak slams a boot into his sternum and Duncan is back up against the railing, very winded and gasping helplessly for breath. Freak climbs on the apron, running along its surface, up the turnbuckle, back flipping off and sending a double wrestling boot to the face flipping Duncan over into the crowd. Freak up slowly, onto the railing now, not caring if people get out of the way or not, he is poised to make a strike.

ROB MARTINEZ: This could hurt some fans!

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly, who really cares?

Freak dives off with a split legged kick right to Duncan, but Aries slams the broken end of a beer bottle right into Freak’s groin. The sharp glass, added momentum of Freak, and he is hurting tremendously as he rolls on the ground, his hands between his legs.

COREY TAYLOR: That… ain’t good for his evening plans.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan can play the hardcore game as well.

Duncan pulls the now greenish colored Freak up to his feet, face slam into the railing. Suplex over the railing to the concrete on the other side, Duncan steps over. Irish whip sends Freak into the ringpost, he bounces back, holding at his forehead with one hand and the other is still located down there trying to console his one man army. Freak spins around, clothesline takes him up against the railing, Duncan digs under the table, pulling out a table.

“We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap “We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap “We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap “We! want! tables!” Clap. clap. clap clap clap

Duncan looks out to the crowd, pointing at the table and smiling as he slides it into the ring.

“We! Want! One! More!” “We! Want! One! More!” “We! Want! One! More!”

Duncan obliges as he slides another table into the ring before crawling in himself. Freak is still clutching at his balls as Duncan marches towards him. Freak kicks out, Duncan sidesteps the blow. He pulls Freak up.

DRIED RED PEPPER FLAKES TO THE EYES!

Duncan holds at his eyes, Freak laughs, but is still stepping gingerly. Freak off the ropes, kick to the left leg, off the ropes, kick to the right leg and now he seems to be toying with Duncan. Freak sets up a table, he sets up the second table, he is out of the ring. Freak is bringing in a ladder and a spool of barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Barbed Wire Massacre 2010 isn’t for another two weeks!

COREY TAYLOR: But Freak is getting started early.

Freak wraps himself and Duncan up in barbed wire, quickly snapping the ends off for each person before he wraps the tables up in the flesh ripping material. Freak laughs as he squirts lighter flued from a small canister in his shorts pockets before flipping a lighter and lighting a table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh! My! God!

COREY TAYLOR: Got any marshmellows?

Freak pulls Duncan up, the table on fire as he drags himself and Duncan up the ladder,. Duncan with a right hand, Freak with a right of his own. Freak with a forearm to the throat, but Duncan catches the arm, flip off the top of the ladder! To! The! Flaming! Table! Freak is driven through the table, but Duncan is right on top of viagra online him!

One…

Two…

Freak with a shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t believe it!

COREY TAYLOR: Me either, no one has any marshmellows, and a perfectly good fire going to waste right there.

Freak rolls out of the debris, but Duncan is trapped by the wire surrounding him to the ladder. He is struggling to get free of the fire as well as the ladder, but Freak is there with the spool slamming it into Duncan’s head. Duncan goes head first into the leg of the ladder, Freak wraps a ton of the wire around his leg.

ROB MARTINEZ: Barbed Wire Triangle choke!

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan is out!

ROB MARTINEZ: In all honesty, I think th eblow to the back of the head and subsequent headbutt into the ladder knocked him out.

Jimmy Johnson lifts Duncan’s arms once, it falls. Twice, it falls. Thrice, and it falls again, he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Freak releases the triangle choke, slapping Duncan before rolling out of the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… The Freak!

COREY TAYLOR: The losing streak continues for Duncan.

ROB MARTINEZ: Duncan showed a lot of promise in his promos this week, he is finding things that work, but he just wasn’t right after that fall from the top of the ladder.

The fans could care less for the showmanship of the foursome as they hurl slurs and shout chants…

CROWD: DIE!! DIE!! DIE!!

It’s good to see stupidy is alive and well in some circles. The World Tag team titles are slung over the shoulders of Dirty Money, as they literally drip

with arrogance and contempt. The old Carolinas title is seen fitted around the waist of Johnny Maverick and he looks into the crowd to see a “WHY JOHNNY

WHY?” poster hanging. The five some (plus Nicole) take to the ring. The World Champion is afforded a mic; so he can break the ice.

MARCUS MARION: I want to apologize to the ENTIRE Rebel Pro organization for my actions at the last Aggression, during that match against Matthew Kurtis.

I mean the Dirty Money sneak attack. Johnny Maverick galloping down the ring with lead pipes. Take it for what it’s worth; it was a miscue on my part.

A glaring mistake that should have NEVER spiralled out of control the way it did. And for that I am forever sorry. Forever ashamed. So I apologize, from

the bottom of my heart, for nearly turning Matt Kurtis into a certified vegetable last week…

The fans look on with confused looks on their faces.

When CLEARLY, it should have happened a LONG time ago.

That’s it. The fans lose it. Marion, stroking the World title, further antagonizes the crowd.

What? It’s the truth. Matthew Kurtis, if you put a live mic to his face right now, he’d tell you the same thing. Besides being the Kurtis with the jaw

packing the highest concentration of sand, he’d tell you, with all sincerity, that his only meaning in life is to be the prop on the set, just waiting

to be BLOWN the hell up. But I am talking the in past tense. There are only TWO people that mildly concern me now. And that’s that trailer park trash Whiplash,

along with Chad Kurtis. Boys, it’s almost time to pay the piper. You’ve run your mouths all week like two damn divas, like you were the DARLINGS of Rebel

Pro…

When it’s OBVIOUS that the only men who hold that distinction in this federation, happen to be the men that draw the BIGGEST crowds. The men that even

though this org can’t stand the SIGHT of us. Just where the hell would it be WITHOUT us? Dirty Money, Johnny Maverick and THE Revolutionary Marcus Marion…

Heh, you can just call us the…DEMI GODS!

And after tonight, you won’t EVER forget it.

The fans obviously are not impressed as they rain down boos and shout their best insults (which are pretty lame actually) at the newest stable in REBEL.

Marcus smiles as he hands over the microphone to a stoic looking Chris Casino.

CASINO: You can boo, that’s fine. You hillbillies are entitled to your opinions, no matter how misguided they might be. But you cannot deny that standing

in this ring are the four best athletes in REBEL. Unlike some of those other so called stables in the past, we….

(wait for it)

Are a family. A family that cares only about the very future of this company. A company that had been run into the ground by the likes of Chad & Matthew

Kurtis. A company that allows midgets on the payroll, a company that pins its future on an old washed up alcoholic like J.T Whiplash. Those people should

not be cheered or admired. No. They should be sent back to whatever rock REBEL found them under. While some would say it’s presumptuous to call ourselves

‘DEMI GODS’ I ask you to simply look at the talent before you. We own The World and Tag Team Titles. Maverick is a Champion in PWA and will soon regain

his Aggression Championship.

We are kings.

Idols.

We demand your worship and devotion or we will strike down the ones you love.

Casino hands the microphone over to Johnny Maverick as the audience begins a ‘Why Johnny Why?’ chant. Johnny takes off his designer shades and smiles.

JOHNNY: Why? Why did I turn my back on you….inbred, mouth-breathing, racist, homophobic, redneck idiots? Gee, I dunno. Maybe I just don’t understand

why you idiots continue to worship garbage like JT Whiplash when the modern day version of a Spartan Warrior-King is standing right before you. Me, Dirty

Money, and Marcus Marion are deserving of your worship and you will give it to us whether you like it or not. If you refuse to bow before us we will take

your legs from you and MAKE you bow. We are the Demi-Gods of this industry and you will learn to respect us, especially after Barbed-Wire Massacre when

I end the career of JT Whiplash. Hasta La Victoria Siempre, you old f***.

Johnny passes the mic on to Paul, Paul steps forward with a smile on his face.

Krusty: Listen to you, you filthy fucking fans, you hiss and you boo us. But where would you precious Rebel be without us, without Dirty Money you’d still

have the pathetic piece of shit Duncan Aries and whatever partner he digs up as your champ. You complain about chair shots and the brute force that gets

used in this ring? THIS.IS.REBEL! It’s all about chairs, it’s about the blood, and it’s about total chaos.

The crowd is getting mighty worked up, more so into Paul’s words which is unusual, Paul is dggin it as he licks his lips.

Krusty: But more importantly, it’s about BARBWIRE! March, three teams get a shot to take something away from Dirty Money. They get a shot to take OUR belts. Ask Duncan, former Tag Team Champ here in Rebel Pro how it is just to face one member of Dirty money. Duncan you can’t deny what I did, you claim to be a better man than me, but i straight up beat the shit out of you, i made you my fucking bitch. Zeke, if you win, you go

find a partner you get geared up and come down to the ring to get your ass kicked the REBEL! Way. In fact, that goes for all of you pansies here in the tag division.

BARBWIRE MASSACRE chant starts up.

Krusty: Marcus, Maverick, Casino and myself… “The Demi Gods” You all should worship us, we’re the most talent Rebel has seen in a long fucking time.

Worship us, down on your knees like the fucking worms you are. You fucking parasites, with your misspelt cardboard signs and your lack of teeth. You may

not worship us as gods now, but by the end you’ll fear us like gods.

Elite by Deftones kicks up again, as “The Demi Gods” make their exit, the crowd really hates them. As garbage falls from the sky, they spit and curse there

name, making it hard to hear the music. They disappear in to the back.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bold statements from these four men.

COREY TAYLOR: Bold yes, true, yes, will they follow through? Damn straight.

ROB MARTINEZ: We are back from commercial here folks and don’t forget to check out your local Circle K for those great Hostess cakes.

COREY TAYLOR: I prefer the fruit pies myself.

DING DING

Zeke starts off with a right hand to Matthew, but the other big man comes back with a right of his own. Mack is not to be denied as he slams into both men with a huge clothesline that will usually take down anyone in Rebel Pro. Mack only manages to budge Matthew and Zeke who turn on him. Double foot to the gut, double lift, double suplex onto the canvas. Matthew and Zeke roll back to their feet, Irish whip sends Zeke into the ropes. Matthew charges in, big boot sends Zeke into a corner. Matt moves to the left as Mack lands a big splash on Zeke. Matthew off the ropes, clothesline sends Mack up into the ropes. Mack fires back with a right hand rocking Matthew’s chin.

ROB MARTIMEZ: All the big men of both teams in this match to start it off.

COREY TAYLOR: I… am… so… bored.

Mack with a boot to Matthew’s gut doubles him over, big man neckbreaker. Zeke comes out of the corner, Mack ducks, allowing Zeke to get on his shoulders. Mack spins around depositing Zeke on his head and right shoulder. Mack drops to one knee, gasping for breath, that took a ton of energy. Mack reaches for the ropes, pulling himself up and tagging in Jer$ey into the contest. Jer$ey over the top rope into the mix. Off the ropes, baseball slide sends Zeke out of the ring. Jer$ey off the ropes again, suicide Devil’s plancha to Zeke on the outside. Here comes Inmate #610109 into the mix to take over for Zeke. He rushes in, Matthew kicks him right in the stomach. Jer$ey off the ropes, swinging neckbreaker takes him off his feet. J-Kurt has had enough of not being involved as he is perched on the top turnbuckle. Jer$ey looks around at J-Kurt’s shout. Missile Dropkick is fired from the turnbuckle. The missile lands as Jer$ey is flipped over from impact, J-Kurt up, playing to the crowd. Mack levels him with a viagracanadianpharmacy-norx.com running forearm to the side of the head sending him over the top.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a shot!

COREY TAYLOR: Why can’t we have people in this match that I like?

Collar and elbow between Mack and Matthew, Matthew with a wristlock into a hammerlock. Mack reverses somewhat dropping to one knee to lift Matthew up onto his shoulders. Matthew proves too heavy as Mack is unable to get back up. Matthew pounds him on the back with a forearm, Mack releases the lift attempt. Jer$ey off the ropes with a springboard headbutt to Matthew sending him stumbling over Mack. Mack Irish whips Jer$ey into the big Kurtis, Matthew up against the ropes. J-Kurt springs from the top rope, right onto Mack’s shoulders bringing him down with a hurricanrana. Mack laughs as J-Kurt is unable to follow through. J-Kurt modifies his gameplan as he twists planting his feet onto Mack’s shoulders, jumping up and back as he grabs Mack’s head in his hands, bringing him down with a face buster onto his knees. J-Kurt up and motivated now, but here comes Jer$ey with a rolling fist to the face to show his agility. Jonothan drops, back body and he is over the top. Zeke and Inmate back in the ring. They rush at Matthew on the other side of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t forget about Zeke and his new tag team partner yet.

COREY TAYLOR: Too late.

Jonothan rushes forward, flipping into a hand stand and kicking Inmate right in the face as Matthew spins on his left foot, swinging around with a roundhouse into Zeke’s face toppling him over. Mack is groggily getting back to his feet, shaking off the effects of the face buster. Matthew drops on one knee as J-Kurt uses it for a launching pad with a scissorskick. Mack catches the scissoring right leg, using it to propel the high flyer over the top rope. Mack turns his attention to Matthew, they respect each other but both want to earn that Tag Team Title shot at Barbed Wire Massacre 2010. Collar and elbow, but Matthew drops it as J-Kurt has skinned the cat and is perched on the top rope behind Mack. Matthew dives out of the way. Dropkick right to Mack’s head sends him throat first across the ropes, he bounces back into the now waiting arms of Matthew Kurtis. Mack has the presence of mind to drop down, sending an elbow into Matthew’s ribs to stop the big German suplex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mack countering that with brute force.

COREY TAYLOR: Honestly Rob, who really cares? I mean Dirty Money are going to keep the belts as long as they want to anyways, this is just window dressing.

Mack shoves Matthew backwards, Jer$ey is there jumping from the top turnbuckle with a catch in mid-air of Matthew’s head, bulldog! Matthew is out of it, leaving Young Money and J-Kurt in the ring with no help from the tag team. J-Kurt begs the two of them to come on and get some Kurtis fire. Mack comes charging, J-Kurt ducks avoiding sending a back kick into Mack’s ribs and him into the corner. Jer$ey is a bit more precise with his faint to the right, swinging around with a leg sweep at the last second. J-Kurt on the canvas as Jer$ey pulls him by the ankle to center ring. Mack tosses Matthew over the top, but here comes Zeke back into the fray. Matthew slams an elbow into Mack’s chin dumping him over the top rope with a mighty shove. Mack lands on his head on the outside. Inmate comes in, Jer$ey is distracted, Matthew is leaning on the ropes. J-Kurt off the ropes, gut shot to Inmate from Jer$ey. J-Kurt with a kick to Jer$ey’s face, swinging neckbreaker to Inmate. Matthew turns around at the sound, J-Kurt flies towards him, Matthew ducks and J-Kurt slams into Zeke. Matthew picks up Inmate, lifting him onto his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bluegrass Bomb!

COREY TAYLOR: Whoopity doo Robby.

Matthew makes the cover on Inmate.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving a Rebel Pro Tag Team Title shot, under Rebel Rules in a Barbed Wire around the ring match at Barbed Wire Massacre 2010… Bluegrass Mafia 2.0!

ROB MARTINEZ: We head to commercial and will stay for the entirety of the main event here on Durham TV.

COREY TAYLOR: Really? Sweet!

SCREECH!

The sound of a record being halted causes the fans to recoil as the music is replaced by…

A THUMP.

Right as the swinging beat and walking bass line of Corrosion of Conformity’s “Dirty Hands, Empty Pockets (Already Gone)” takes over, the shadowy figure grabs the flag and tears it down as the lights come back up, revealing the Star Spangled Sensation, Steve Parker. Of course, the suited man would not be complete without his New Alberta Pro Wrestling World Title belt and his Smile, and, of course, he’s sharing both with everyone in attendance. The fans, however, aren’t feeling the love and begin to boo. Some are a little confused, and the handful who are privy to his recent exploits cheer.

However, all of that support gets flushed away when Parker blows his nose with the Confederate flag and tosses it to the ground.

The hate is now flowing freely as Parker reaches behind him and obtains a microphone. The music dies, but the anger doesn’t. Nonetheless, nothing can seem to faze Parker’s good spirits.

STEVE PARKER: You know, after I was picked up by a limosine at the airport, I was riding through town, and I couldn’t help but notice all of the vehicles around here with “Git-R-Done” decals and stickers featuring little cartoon boys micturating on Ford truck logos. As I see these charming images of self-expression, the was only one good one that I could think of that you could all abide by: “You Lost… Get Over It!”

More boos.

STEVE PARKER: See, this is what I don’t understand: you mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging mongoloids cling to this hope that your pathetic section of this great country will rise to the prominence you supposedly had during the succession. You hopelessly hold on to your symbolism and pride, but for what? Don’t you think that, somewhere in the past one hundred and forty-five years, there would be some sign that this would happen? As far as I can see, the South rising again is about as likely as Communism coming back to bring prosperity to eastern Europe, which is to say, for the slower folk here…

Steve Parker switches up to a fake Southern drawl.

STEVE PARKER: Just… ain’t… happenin’. Then, you have this backwater garbage wrestling company whose roster is full of has-beens, never-weres, and guys who couldn’t wrestle their way out of a wet paper bag with a flashlight, safety scissors, and directions. Look at men like Mr. Cirrohsis himself, J.T. Whiplash. I’ve seen healthier looking wooden Indians propped up in front of cigarette shops. He might win you over with his Southern Pride, but it doesn’t hide the fact that he can’t wrestle without a chair or Singapore Cane. Say what you want about our neighbors north of the border, because Lord knows I have, but they at least have their wrestling priorities straight, unlike you bloodthirsty ingrates.

CROWD: GO HOME, YANKEE! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* GO HOME, YANKEE! *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

STEVE PARKER: But I digress, this isn’t about you nose-picking rednecks. This isn’t about J.T. Whiplash. No, see, the reason I updated my shots so I could grace this wasteland with my presence has to do with a man with whom I have a lot of history with. You see, earlier this week, New Alberta Pro Wrestling had a little contest known as Sole Survivor. Some old friends happen to show up, one of those men being a man who seems to have made his new home here in this dive. Now, you might have a hard time believing this, but Mr. Young Money, Jer$ey, and I used to hang together. He came to me and said, “Steve, I see great things in you. Let’s team up and take over the NAPW!” We were well on our way to doing so: I won the Canadian Heritage Title and reclaimed it for all of North America, and he had just won the World Title, the very same belt slung over my shoulder here. Unfortunately, just as we were making headway, Jer$ey decides to take off. Little did I know that he had been dealing with one of our referees to ensure we always won, and had been found out. So off to the sunset he rides. When he finally makes up for his mistakes, what does he do? Go and throw his support behind some big neanderthal who vanishes as soon as he appears. Then, he decides to hole up here, where you dweebs accept him and cheer him on. Now, I pushed it aside, for I had bigger fish to fry, but it really irked me, so when I saw him upon entering the Sole Survivor, I made it my first order of business to show him the door.

A Jer$ey chant starts. Parker pauses, lets out a bemused chuckle, and continues.

STEVE PARKER: I thought that by doing this that I would feel better. But you know what? I don’t! I want to do it again, and again, and again, until he can’t stand up anymore. Eliminating him from Sole Survivor wasn’t enough, so I’ve come down here to issue a challenge, on his new home playing field, no less, for May seventh, something about barbed wire… I dunno, some silly hardcore garbage. So, Jer$ey, if you can find the time to stop hiding behind that big oaf Mack, Chad Kurtis, and J.T. Liverspots, why don’t you show up and face me like a man, and then I’ll get my fill on showing you that you NEVER cross the Two-Time Award Winning… Battlebowl AND Canada Cup Winner… and a better World Champ than you could ever dream of being, the Star Spangled Sensation, yours truly. The American DyNasty is long since dead, and now only the One Man Dynasty remains!

Parker raises his World Title up high, which only brings more ire from the crowd. The Smile comes across as almost smirk-like as Parker kicks the wadded-up Confederate flag into the crowd and walks to the back.

The crowd is split between boos and cheers as the two men and one woman step out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-eight pounds, REBEL World Champion Marcus Marion, PWA Grizzly Beer Champion… one half of the Demi-Gods!

Johnny Maverick and the ever lovely Nicole Rhodes slowly make their way towards the ring. Confident smiles all around.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents…..

“They Say I’m Cocky!”

A huge pop from the crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy-five pounds… THE SHOW CHAD KURTIS and REBEL PRO AGGRESSION CHAMPION… J! T! WHIPLASH!

Chad Kurtis and J.T. Whiplash quickly sprint out from the back and slide into the ring ready for a fight! Referee Alan Stone gets between the two groups and tries to keep the peace until Jenny Jersey can make a safe escape.

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be a war as just last week we saw the formation of this new super group as they attacked both The Kurtis brothers and Young Mula!

COREY TAYLOR: Super group? These guys are like the Beatles! Only without Yoko!

ROB MARTINEZ: Either way, expect Chad Kurtis to look for some payback here tonight. And there’s some serious tension between Whiplash and Marion.

The ring has been cleared of innocents and Stone calls for the bell. All four men remain in the ring and suddenly Marcus smiles and takes a step towards his corner. He reaches between the ropes and takes the REBEL World Championship belt from Nicole and proudly holds the belt above his head. Boos cascade down on him but he simply ignores them. Maverick is clapping and smiling for the Champ. Marcus takes a step towards Whiplash and Kurtis, shows them the belt taunting them and then turns the belt around to look at his face in the reflective plates on the belt. Marcus steps back towards his corner, kisses the title belt and hands it back out to his lovely valet Nicole.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s a proud champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was odd to say the least.

Alan Stone is badgering both teams to get a man on the apron and we have Kurtis on one side and Maverick on the other. The men circle each other and lock up. Side cialis generic online head lock by Kurtis. Maverick backs Kurtis into the ropes and shoots him off. Kurtis runs down Maverick with a shoulder block off the ropes and the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion quickly scrambles back to his feet. A scoop and a slam from Kurtis! Again Maverick is quick to his feet but takes a beautiful standing dropkick from Kurtis that puts him back on the mat. Maverick rolls to his corner and the crowd is stomping and clapping their feet for ‘The Show.’ Marcus ask for and receives the tag. The World Champion enters and the boos start. Marcus immediately points to Whiplash on the ring apron and yells to Kurtis to tag him in! Kurtis looks around at the crowd and with a big smile tags in Whiplash! The building seems to shake as J.T Whiplash enters the ring to finally face off against Marcus Marion!

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be epic!

Marcus smiles, rubs his hands together and then turns and tags back in Johnny Maverick!

COREY TAYLOR: Ha!

Maverick enters and Whiplash grins and shrugs as he circles ‘The Filth & The Fury.’ Whiplash goes to tie up but takes a knee to the ribs. Eye rake from Maverick followed up by a brutal European uppercut that snaps back the head of Whiplash! Whiplash is shoot into the ropes and

takes a back elbow that drops him to the mat. Maverick parades around the ring as if he’s just won the Super Bowl as Whiplash pulls himself to his feet. The camera pans over to Marcus who has climbed down from the ring apron and is in the face of a group of fans laying the bad mouth on them. The crowd is getting hot at Marcus as he continues to jaw jack the group at ringside.

COREY TAYLOR: They might as well call this match now. This is to easy!

ROB MARTINEZ: I see a lot of head games going on in there.

Marcus leaves the ringside fans and after a quick kiss from Nicole climbs back up on the ring apron. Back inside the ring, Maverick and Whiplash have locked up. Whiplash backs Maverick into a corner and the referee calls for the break. Whiplash takes a step back and then slaps Maverick hard across the face! A raucous ‘You got Pimp Slapped!’ chant erupts from the crowd! Maverick, looking more embarrassed than hurt, charges out of the corner and right into a right hand! Another right from Whiplash has Maverick staggering! Make it a third right hand and Maverick hits the canvas! Whiplash pulls Maverick up and leads him towards his corner where he tags in Kurtis. Maverick is shot into the ropes and brought down with a drop toe hold from Whiplash. Kurtis follows up with an elbow drop off the ropes!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash and Kurtis working like a well oiled team here!

COREY TAYLOR: Give it time Rob!

Kurtis goes to shoot Maverick into the ropes but it’s reversed! Marcus buries a knee into the small of the back of Kurtis just as he hits the ropes and Chad stumbles away from the ropes and right into a clothesline from Maverick! Maverick tags in Marcus and the World Champ enters the ring. Marcus waits as Kurtis pulls himself up and rocks him with a big right hand. Marcus backs Kurtis against the ropes and shots him off catching him with an overhead belly to belly release suplex! Marcus, looking smug, walks over to Kurtis and pulls him up. A Chop across the chest from Kurtis catches Marion by surprise! Another chop elicits a ‘Woooooooo!’ from the crowd! A third chest searing chop has Marcus gasping for breath. A desperation thumb to the eye from Marcus creates some space between the men. Marcus tags in Maverick and the PWA Grizzle Beer Champion hits a brutal STO on ‘The Show!’

COREY TAYLOR: Usually I’d say that would hurt, but everyone knows that the hardest part of a Kurtis is their head.

Maverick pulls Kurtis up and nearly snap suplexes Kurtis out of his boots. The crowd has started a ‘Chad! Chad! Chad!’ chant and Marcus is covering his ears. Maverick makes the tag and now both men are in. Double whip into the ropes but Kurtis shocks Maverick and Marion with a flying double clothesline off the rebound! Kurtis quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Whiplash to a huge pop! Maverick is up first and takes a clothesline that drops him back to the mat. Marion is up and sees Whiplash grinning at him! Marion begs off into a near corner and the fans are all over him. Marcus drops to his knees and actually offers a hand out to Whiplash! Whiplash shakes his head ‘no’ and reaches down to grab him when he takes a low blow from behind by Maverick! Marion rolls out of the ring as Maverick puts the boots to Whiplash.

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like our World Champ wants nothing to do with J.T. Whiplash!

COREY TAYLOR: Would you? He probably has scabies or something.

Maverick pulls Whiplash off the mat and hits a nice T-Bone suplex on the grizzled veteran. Maverick quickly goes to the near turnbuckle and makes his way to the top as Whiplash is pulling himself to his feet. Maverick takes to the air and Whiplash quickly side steps him and buries a right hand into his gut. Without missing a beat, Whiplash grabs a doubled over Maverick and executes a side Russian legsweep! Whiplash goes for a cover but before the referee can even start a count Marion is in and pulls Whiplash off his partner! Whiplash gets to his feet just in time to see Marcus rolling back to the outside. Whiplash tags in Kurtis and both men wait for Maverick to get up. Stereo dropkicks from Kurtis and Whiplash! Kurtis goes for a cover but Maverick quickly kicks out at the count of two. Kurtis pulls Maverick up and sends him into the ropes. Chad drops him head a moment to early and Maverick nails a swinging neckbreaker!

COREY TAYLOR: You can’t get the upper hand on a superior athlete like Maverick!

Maverick quickly makes the tag to Marion who enters the ring with a smug grin. He watches as Kurtis slowly pulls himself up and actually starts laughing at the former Champion. ‘To Easy!’ Marcus yells as he charges at Kurtis. A huge back body drop from Kurtis sends Marcus up and out of the ring! Marcus lands hard on the floor and ends up close to the guard rails. Kurtis climbs out to the ring apron, waits for Marcus to get to his feet and takes to the air with a Asai moonsault! The moonsault connects but the knee of Kurtis also smacks against the guard rail. Both men are down and Kurtis is holding his injured limb. Whiplash is stomping on the mat and clapping his hands to get the fans back into it and they quickly oblige. Both men are slow to get up and then from nowhere Kurtis is taken down with a running chop block from Maverick! Whiplash drops to the floor and rushes over to save his partner! Marcus spots Whiplash coming and quickly rolls back into the ring! Whiplash lays into Maverick with rights and lefts and they brawl away from Kurtis who is again trying to get to his feet. This time it’s Nicole Rhodes who enters the fray as she smacks the REBEL World Title across the head of Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s starting to break down! Whiplash and Kurtis are up against a numbers game here!

Marcus rolls to the outside, pulls a dazed and hurting Chad Kurtis up and shoves him into the ring. Meanwhile Maverick and Whiplash have broken off their brawl and are returning to their respective corners. Marcus covers Kurtis and is shocked when ‘The Show’ kicks out at two! Marcus pulls Kurtis to the center of the ring and locks in the dreaded figure four as the crowd again ‘Woooooooo!’ for nostalgia. Stone is asking Kurtis is he wants to give it up and Kurtis refuses. Instead Kurtis tries to turn the champ over but Marion rocks back and applies more pressure to the knee of Chad. Now Kurtis starts to claw and pull himself towards the nearest ring ropes and the crowd urges him on. Maverick quickly enters the ring and drops a leg across the throat off Kurtis! This brings in Whiplash! Marcus quickly releases the figure four and scrambles out of the ring a second before Whiplash can grab him.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey! He’s not legal! get him out of there!

ROB MARTINEZ: Actually you don’t even have to tag in or out here in…….

COREY TAYLOR: Oh be quiet!

Maverick clubs Whiplash from behind with a forearm shot. Rake to the face from ‘The Filth & The Fury’ has Whiplash dazed. Maverick shoots Whiplash into the ropes but the veteran nails a flying lariat on Maverick off the rebound! Whiplash quickly rolls to the outside and flips back the ring skirt. he pulls out a trash can and a chair to the delight of the REBEL crowd. Whiplash tosses in the trashcan and the chair into the ring and starts to climb into the ring himself when Nicole grabs him by the ankle. Whiplash shakes her off but it rocketed from the ring apron by a baseball slide from a revived Maverick! Kurtis is getting to his feet and Maverick quickly grabs the nearby chair and slams it against his injured knee! On the outside, Marcus checks on Nicole and then rushes over to Whiplash. We catch a glint of metal and in a flash we see that Marion has handcuffed Whiplash to the guard rails! Marcus quickly backs away laughing as Whiplash tires to free his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash has been handcuffed on the outside! Kurtis is on his own!

Marcus rolls into the ring and now both him and Maverick stand over a hurting Chad Kurtis. Maverick still has his chair and Marion pulls Kurtis up and holds him from behind. Maverick swings and ‘The Show’ ducks! The chair crunches off of the head of Marcus and drops him like a bad habit! Maverick spins around, takes a kick to the gut that causes his to both double over and drop his chair and Chad hooks him. CK FINALE!!!!!! The crowd nearly blows the roof off of the building as Chad drapes an arm across the chest of an unmoving Maverick!

One!

Two!

Thre-Nooooooooo!!!

Nicole has reached in and pulled Alan Stone’s leg causing him to break his count! The fans along with the referee are irate but the beautiful Nicole is pleading ignorance! Kurtis is using the ring ropes to pull himself up and Maverick is still laying on the mat like a dead fish. From nowhere Marcus rolls up Kurtis from behind! Feet on the ropes and a handful of tights!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not this way! The team of Whiplash and Kurtis just got robbed!

COREY TAYLOR: Jobbed actually.

The bell rings and Marcus quickly rolls out of the ring pulling a semi conscious Maverick with him. Marcus smirks at the still handcuffed Whiplash who is still trying to yank free from his bonds. Marcus walks over, breathing heavily as Nicole hands him the World Title, he shows it to the irate Whiplash. Marion slams it right in his face sending him almost unconscious on the railing. Johnny reaches the table, coming back with the Aggression Title. Johnny looks down at it, he rears back and slams it into the forehead of JT Whiplash. Some of Whiplash’s blood is now on the title. Johnny puts the title around his own waist and the trio leave as the referee is checking on Chad Kurtis.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this match, Marcus Marion and Johnny Maverick!

While they scored a win in this battle, the war has only begun.

ROB MARTINEZ: Johnny Maverick has just stolen the Aggression title.

COREY TAYLOR: It will be his in a few days anyways, he’s taking prepossession of it.

ROB MARTINEZ: That title belongs to JT Whiplash and Johnny Maverick has his grubby filthy hands on it!

COREY TAYLOR: Calm down before you burst that hemorroid your wife was asking you about before we came on the air.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wha… wha… we are thankfully out of time! Join us next week for an amazing show!

CREDITS:

Whiplash/Kurtis vs Marion/Maverick – Brion

all other matches – Bean

Vincent Black Segment – Kronske

Demi-Gods Segment – Demi Gods/Bean

Steve Parker segment – Chris