Aggression

Aggression Arena

March 25, 2011

Megavision

A pair of dice roll across the table, stopping to show a “7″.

V/O: Seven days until its game over for you all.

A hand reaches out grabbing the dice, rolling them once more; again a “7″.

V/O: In seven days, my lucky seven days I will come in and dominate Rebel. Enjoy the next seven days, because on the seventh day…

The dice roll once more, tumbling slowly to land on “2″, or “Snake Eyes”

V/O: It will be snake eyes for the rest of you.”

“Attitude, you got some fucking attitude”

The opening theme begins with The Freak Show talking trash but their sildenafil for erectile dysfunction 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!

“Carbomb” hits up in the speakers as the massive form of Vincent Black comes from the back to a very large amount of booingTop of Form 1
. A fan has a poster in the crowd reading “Bring back Zwart, he was more entertaining!”

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at six feet eleven inches while weighing three hundred and thirty-one pounds… from Glens Falls, New York… VINCENT BLACK!

Vincent walks over to the poster, laughing before yanking the poster out of the fan’s hands and tearing it in half.

BUBBA J: You show that retarded sumbitch Vincent!

Vincent gives the fan the finger before walking on to the ring and up the steps showing off his Extreme Elite wrestling shorts.

“Animals” hits up and the crowd’s booing turns to loud applause and cheering as running from the back comes the Brazilian Sensation, Jaice Wilds!

JENNY JERSEY: Standing at five feet six inches while weighing one hundred and eighty-four pounds ; from Puerto Vehlo, Brazil… JAICE WILDS!

Jaice runs down the aisle slapping fans while never taking his eyes off Vincent in the ring.

DING DING

Allen Stone calls for the bell and Jaice ducks under a massive clothesline from Black and counters with an angle kick to the thigh. Black just smiles at the much smaller man as he goes for a haymaker that Wilds again dodges.

CHAD KURTIS: When is Black going to learn that speed beats power every time.

BUBBA J: You shut your mouth, Vincent was twice the champion you were.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Hey, calm down you two and call the match.

Jaice ducks around a few more of Black’s big hits as he peppers the big man with shots to the legs. Vincent goes down to one knee as The Extreme Aerialist lands a hard hitting roundhouse to the knee off his opponent. Wilds off the ropes… into a huge spinebuster from Black!

BUBBA J: A whole lotta good speed did for the little fruit bat there.

A quick cover but Jaice kicks out at one and a half. Black rolls to the out side and grabs a crutch from one of the fans.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I’ll never know for the life of me why there always seems to be a guy on crutches in the front row.

Vincent is back in the ring and taking careful aim with the crutch… THWACK! Wilds with a crotch shot out of nowhere! Black on the ground holding his family jewels as Jaice picks up the discarded crutch. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!! Wilds is laying shot after shot with the crutch to Black’s head and back.

CHAD KURTIS: Black still not getting much from his power and size advantage.

Wilds throws away the crutch and heads to the top rope.

BUBBA cialis tadalafil comprar J: Get up Vincent before that damn fruit bat does something we ain’t going to like!

Too late as Jaice hits a corkscrew senton and stays for the cover.

One…

Tw… No! Black kicks out!

Jaice hits the ropes and lands a rolling thunder before rolling out and digging under the ring to pull out… A barbed wire wrapped baseball bat!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jaice looking to show Black he’s no push over.

BUBBA J: It’ll take a helluva lot more than that to keep Vincent down.

Black slowly getting to his feet as Wilds lines up his shot… THWACK! Jaice nails Black in the face and the blood starts to pour. Jaice starts to grind the barbed wire into the face of Vincent but Black starts to fight back with a fist to the mid-section. Another shot from Black staggers Wilds, forcing him to drop the bat.

BUBBA J: That’s it Vincent, show that fruit bat who the real Vincent Black is.

Vince sends Jaice into the ropes with an Irish Whip and Jaice bounces back with a with a springboard back elbow attempt! But Black catches him and turns it into a mean backbreaker. Black follows up with a leg drop across Wilds throat before picking him up and sending him to the out side with a gorilla press. Black follows Wilds outside and gives him a soccer kick to the ribs, sending him into the guard rail. Black starts grabbing chairs and throwing them into the ring. Jaice is slowly getting to his feet as Vincent turns his attention back to his downed opponent. Black start lining up for something as Jaice reaches a vertical base… Running Big Boot from Black! Jaice nose looks to be busted as blood seems to explode from it on impact. Vincent grabs Wilds and sends him back into the ring while following close behind. BLACK WITH A CHOKESLAM ONTO THE PILE OF CHAIRS! Black with a cover.

One..

Two…

Three… NO, NO, NO!
Jaice rolls the shoulder up at the last possible moment!

CHAD KURTIS: Jaice my not be a strong as Black but he has twice the heart.

BUBBA J: Which would be four times the heart you have you coward!

Black starts arguing with the ref saying it was a slow count but Allen is having none of it. Black grab Jaice and pulls him towards the chairs.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dear God, I think he’s going to deliver the New Hope onto those chairs!

BUBBA J: Thata boy Vince. Show That fruit bat who the real Champ is!

Vincent hoists him up for The New Hope… NO! Jaice turns it into a spinning DDT onto the chairs. A arm drapes over Vincent’s shoulders.

One…

Two…

Thr… No, Vince kicks out!

Jaice grabs a chair and heads to the top rope… A Frog Splash with the Chair! Another Cover.

One…

Two…

Three! NO! Vince gets the shoulder up one more time.

Jaice heads to the outside and under the ring… He pulls out a ladder and brings it inside. Jaice sets up the ladder and starts to climb… Vince is back on his feet… Jaice leaps… Caught By Black! Vince with a running power slam onto the chairs! He rolls the smaller man off and starts setting the chairs up in some sort of chair pyramid. Vincent now pulling Jaice up the ladder.

CHAD KURTIS: What his Black doing?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know but it doesn’t look good.

Black and Jaice at the top of the ladder… A NEW HOPE!!!! THROUGH THE CHAIR PYRAMID!!! The Pin!

One…

Two…

Three…

Yes! It’s Over!!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Vincent Black!

BUBBA J: Damn right, that’s my boy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Glad to see that you don’t pick sides.

BUBBA J: Damn right I do, I’m a picky bastard!

Vincent holds his hands up in the air.

BUBBA J: Beers on me at Hardcore Drinking tonight!

He waits a second, thinking about the possible expense.

BUBBA J: Well one free drink to everyone tonight at Hardcore Drinking!

CHAD KURTIS: You are a stingy bastard.

BUBBA J: Don’t you have a meeting with Gordon to go and fake your injury for?

The camera moves backstage. The area seems unknown, yet familiar, and is poorly lit. The camera pans to the left slightly and Emily Corlen comes into view, a black spaghetti string tee pulling tightly against her D cup breasts, showing off every last winding curve of her ample assets. She smirks slightly, licking her lips.

Emily Corlen: I am reborn. Risen from the ashes. Just like my name… just like a Phoenix.

Emily’s attention turns downward; the camera follows her line of sight and comes across her green and gold “Emerald Phoenix” wresting singlet. The camera shifts back up to Emily, who has pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and is in the process of lighting it. She takes a deep drag, then exhales a cloud of acrid smoke before gazing back into the lens of the camera and continuing.

Emily Corlen: In the past, I was a Phoenix. I was also a Pioneer. Things change. This time, for the better.

Emily gazes behind her, the smoke filling the room, reflecting the dim light and accenting Corlen’s features.

Emily Corlen: I am no longer a Pioneer. I am a Rebel. This was not fate… this was destiny.

Emily takes another drag off of her cigarette, exhaling before continuing.

Emily Corlen: When I was a Pioneer, I used the Phoenix as my rallying cry. No matter how many generic viagra times you knocked me down, I would rise up. I would overcome. But now, there is no need for rising from the ashes…

Emily grins, a slight tinge of madness overcoming her.

Emily Corlen: …because I don’t intend to fall. Ever.

Emily gazes back down at her singlet, then drops her cigarette onto it. Within moments, the singlet is set ablaze.

Emily Corlen: Let my old persona burn away with the memories of that shithole known as the Pioneer Wrestling Association. I am not reborn… I am evolved. Transformed into something the likes of which this organization has ever seen.

The camera closes in on Emily’s face.

Emily Corlen: My name is Emily Corlen… the Crimson Wolf… the baddest bitch in REBEL Pro… and I approve this message.

Emily steps backwards, the shadows quickly enveloping her. The camera pans back down on the burning singlet for a few more moments before shifting back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Damn, she has some nice tits.

~Commercial~

Megavision
The scene fades backstage showing Chad Kurtis opening the door to Larry Gordon’s office, a concerned look on his face. Gordon sits down behind his desk, his hands folded over a piece of paper that undoubtedly has Chad’s wrestling future written on its surface. Chad takes a seat and looks expectantly at Gordon, almost visablly itching to get back in the ring.

GORDON: Chad, I’m not going to tadalafil 20mg beat around the bush, neither of us want that at all.

Chad nods.

GORDON: But you know that big match planned for Birthday Bash 2011 where both titles are on the line and every star in Rebel Pro is a part of it and any others that want to come in and join can?

Chad nods.

GORDON: Remember how you begged to be able to compete in it?

Chad again nods.

GORDON: Get your tights out of the closet and be ready, because “The Show” Chad Kurtis returns to action next Friday night.

Chad can’t believe it and the scene fades back to ringside.

BUBBA J: Knew when a prize llike that was on the line he’d come around and no longer be injured.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall and is an AOWF Sanctined match… Introducing first…

The first few chords of Edward Elgar’s fourth Pomp & Circumstance March are played from the PA system into the arena. After a few seconds, “The Purist” Marvin Wood appears from behind the curtain with a dour expression on his face. He walks to the middle of the stage area and stands there for a few seconds, to survey the audience. He then begins walking down the entrance-way. Many of the members of the audience boo, some catcall and a few cheer. He looks at no-one as he approaches the ring, but stretches his fingers a bit. He stretches three fingers on each hand, first, and then four fingers on each hand.

JENNY JERSEY: From Pontefract, England; he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds, representing Victory Wrestling… MARVIN WOOD!

Marvin walks towards the ring steps, and walks up them and towards the middle of the apron, sliding his hand over the top rope as he does so. He pauses there for a few seconds, before entering the ring, right leg first and then left leg. He enters the ring with plenty of pomp and circumstance, as if he were a foot taller than he is. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and waits.

“Anthem For The Underdog” hits up in the sound system and from the back to an amazing amount of cheering, as he is representing Rebel Pro, is Jacob Venar.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, representing Rebel Pro; he stands at six feet two inches, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds from British Columbia, Canada… “THE FALCON” JACOB VENAR!

Jacob stares into the ring at his opponent for tonight, Marvin Wood.

DING DING DING

Wood and Venar shake hands in the center of the ring to applause from the rowdy REBEL crowd. They circle to start and lock-up, Venar taking over with
a top wristlock. Wood looking for an out, reverses it and works to a hammerlock. Venar reaches back, trying to grab at Young, can’t get him, reaches
between the legs… spins around and reverses the hammerlock! Wood reaches up and grabs around Jacob’s head, kicks off the ropes, snapmares him over —
but Jacob holds on and rolls through, still possessing the hold! Switch into a side headlock, Wood tries to get a back suplex but Jacob is too much of a
veteran to put a leg far enough back for Wood to take the leverage. Wood looking for another way out, reaches up, trying to work in Jacob’s hands, breaks
free and gets a wrist-lock; immediately reversed by Venar, flipping Wood onto his back! Venar to an armbar, controlling Wood on the mat. Wood forcing
his way to his feet, gets a leg behind Jacob’s and begins bending him backwards! The top of Jacob’s head touches the canvas, Venar bridged right over…
Jacob drops to his back, rolls backwards, then up and around and arm drags Wood to the canvas! Wood pops up and comes back at Jacob, taken down again by
a deep arm drag! One more time, another beautiful arm drag by Jacob Venar and this time he holds onto the arm bar again. The crowd claps for some beautiful
technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: REBEL is known for violence but that’s not all we bring! Some of the best wrestling in the world right here in REBEL PRO WRESTLING!

BUBBA J: Damn right!

Jacob wrenches on the arm, then pulls back Marvin’s other arm, wrapping it under his arm pit and bridging back. Wood yells in pain as Jacob seems content
to stretch the Victory Wrestling superstar a little bit. Venar lets go of the arm bar, then wraps his hand around Wood’s chin, twisting his neck and torquing on the
man’s head, other arm still trapped! Referee Alan
Stone asks Marvin if he wants to quit, no dice. Jacob doesn’t expect to win that easily, but he’s sending a message to the rest of the World here. Jacob lets
go of the upper body, but before Wood can react, he grapevines the legs and turns Wood over with a leg hold! More pain for Wood to experience… but
Wood forces a roll over, frees himself from the leg hold and leaps over to cinch a side headlock on Jacob on the mat! Venar on the bottom for the first
time in the match, but not for long as he uses his flexibility to headscissor Wood, taking control again. Wood pounds the mat, head being crushed between
Jacob’s powerful thighs (the source of his springboard superiority). Wood rolls around, trying to get free… he’s standing on his head? Head-stand by
Marvin Wood? He pops out of the hold and tries to kick a seated Jacob right in the face, only to get caught and taken right back down into a single-leg
grapevine. Wood right by the ropes this time, however, and he grabs the bottom as Alan Stone tells The Falcon to break. Separation occurs and Jacob winks
at a sore Wood, letting him know that Rebel Pro isn’t just hardcore all the time.

BUBBA J: I don’t like him, but Jacob representing Rebel Pro great here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob is known for his enjoyment of pain, but it can come from different sources, not just a steel chair.

Both men up to a standing base again, Wood tight-lipped. He knows very well that so far Jacob Venar has shown him up. Some of the crowd even chant “Rebel Pro!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Venar again wins with a side headlock. Wood tries to break out the way he did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Jacob
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Marvin Wood, but he tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of Venar, two, a third breaks him free! Wood hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by Venar! Wood skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Wood, Venar catches him with a hip toss — blocked! Wood reverses to a hip
toss of his own, but Venar lands on his feet! Venar with a quick jab to the gut of Wood doubles him over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Wood stands
straight up, flipping Jacob up, again Venar lands on his feet! Right hand by Wood, Jacob ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Wood fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Jacob — NOOO! Jacob AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Wood turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! Piledriver!
— Marvin Wood sweeps the legs of Jacob quickly, looking for a catapult! Has Jacob well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!

BUBBA J: Marvin getting some momentum here now.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob dominated early, but Marvin is indeed building up a big head of steam.

Jacob nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Marvin turns around, reverse cross body by Jacob connects center ring!

ONE!

TWO!

Wood kicks out!
Jacob with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Wood kicks out!

Third cover!

One!

Two!

Wood kicks out, using up a lot of energy getting out of those rapid covers.

MIKEY MASSACRE: It might not be much, but each kick-out costs a bit of energy that Marvin desperately needs.

BUBBA J: Jacob needs to win this match for Rebel Pro pride!

Back canadian pharmacy up, Jacob snapmares Wood over. Kick to the spine! Wood grimaces in pain but watch Venar! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Wood!
Cover

One…

Two…

Wood out before three. Jacob pulls him to his feet, forearm shivers to Wood. He puts the man into the
corner… vicious chop! Irish whip across the ring, Wood hard into the turnbuckles. Venar in with a charge, Wood gets the boot up in Jacob’s face! Jacob stumbles out, turning around, and Wood grabs him from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX — INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Jacob crumbles in the corner as Wood rolls to his
hands and knees, trying to gain his breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE CORNER! That could be the opening Wood needs to finally take control of this contest!

BUBBA J: It’s gonna take a lot more than one move, even one as big as that, for Wood to pin Jacob here.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Wood catching his breath, trying to slow down the break-neck pace of this match so far.

Wood sees Jacob getting to his feet, holding the back of his head, and quickly hooks the man for a SNAP suplex. Wood measures Jacob, big boot to the
side of the man’s head. Again he hooks Jacob up, suplex attempt, Venar blocks! Trying one of his own, Wood legblocks that, and finally gets the vertical
suplex! Wood with a cover.

One…

Two…
Jacob out well before three. Wood hooks a chinlock, Jacob fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Jacob leaps and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Wood ducks, he’s done his homework and knows all about Jacob’s springboard preferences.
Jacob turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Wood, sending Jacob right overhead! Venar slower to get up this time, Wood hits the ropes —

RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!

Jacob sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! and Jacob is down again!

Venar pops back to cheap cialis his feet —

One…

Two…

Th

Jacob kicks out, but not much authority behind it.

Wood picks up Venar and perches him … on the top rope? He climbs up, Venar fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, the Victory representative shoves Jacob off! Jacob lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINER! Venar hits the canvas, prone, Marvin points to the turnbuckle! The crowd
rises to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!

BUBBA J: Jacob starting to move, Marvin had better pay attention, Jacob isn’t one you turn your back on!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Venar stirring!

Marvin looks over the top turnbuckle, jawing with a fan instead of paying attention to Jacob Venar. Venar gets slowly up to his feet.

BUBBA J: Jacob with an inverted DDT! Go Jacob!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Spread your wings Jacob!

Jacob climbs up top, spreading his arms wide!…

Spread!

My!

Wings!

Wood gets the knees up right into the soaring Venar’s midsection!

No way even Jacob Venar could change direction after committing like that! Wood rolls
to his feet as Venar gasps for breath, doubled-over….

YAKUZA KICK!

And this time Wood connects, full speed right to the side of Jacob’s head! Wood hooks the leg

ONE…

TWO…

KICK-OUT! Crowd yelling and screaming for this
match, they don’t know who they want to win anymore, they’re just INTO IT! Wood throws some right hands to Venar and puts him in the corner. Irish whip! Jacob hard reversal sends Wood into the opposite turnbuckle. Venar with a running big boot attempt, Marvin slides BETWEEN the third and second ropes to the outer canvas! What the?
Hooks Venar— REVERSE STO INTO THE ROPES?! Ropes between the two, Marvin snaps Venar’s throat off the top rope with an… unorthodox use of the reverse
STO!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Awesome counter and use of the STO by Wood there!

BUBBA J: I love me hardcore, but I’m kinda getting into this non-hardcore bout.
Because nobody’s done it!
Venar picking himself up, Marvin still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Jacob slammed down
to the canvas, Wood off the ropes, Jacob rising to his feet…

ROARING ELBOW! Jacob hits the canvas hard and Wood covers

ONE…

TWO…

NO! Venar out! Wood picks his man up, says it’s over, looking for Imperfect Science!
but Jacob fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Wood , hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Jacob’s momentum spins him around,
Wood gets a backdrop CUTTER!

Cover!

ONE…

TWO…

TH—

NOOOOOO! Jacob KICKS OUT!

BUBBA J: Geeze these two guys are getting me into some technical wrestling!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thinking of changing your fighting style?

BUBBA J: Oh hell no, but think of the impact that move would have on a steel chair!

Wood looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Wood picks Jacob up,
looking for the beginning of his suplex labrynth— Jacob flips out at the apex of the first one! BEHIND Wood —

SUPERKICK! Wood is prone, Jacob to the outside…

Springboard front flipping leg drop!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Now it’s Jacob’s turn to be in disbelief! Wood got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

BUBBA J: Come on Jacob, you sumbitch!

The crowd is standing — THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN. Venar picks up Wood, sends him into the corner… Whisper in the Wind! Wood stumbles out into the traditional
reverse STO! That’s gotta be all!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

SHOULDER UP! Wood will not stay down! Jacob has to wonder what’ll put Wood down… never mind. He knows EXACTLY what will
put the champ down! The signal — it’s flying time, time to spread his wings… time. Venar picks up Wood for a scoop slam. HERE IT COMES! NO! Wood with a sudden spin out and
up, right behind Venar?!

BACKDROP DRIVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

Venar kicks out after a SICK backdrop driver! The crowd chants: “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both men trying to catch their breath, trying to figure out what’s next! This match can’t go on all night…

BUBBA J: Can it?

Wood picks up Venar, and lifts him to the top rope. What’s this? He pulls him out… going for Imperfect Tense from the top turnbuckle! Jacob squirming, fighting it, knocks
Marvin away! Jacob forward rolls down and to the other side of Wood, who is slightly off-balance. Jacob with a step-up enziguri! Wood down to one knee,
dazed, Venar hits the ropes for a SPRINGBOARD SHINING WIZARD — Wood ducks! Jacob lands on his feet, regains his balance — ROARING FOREARM BY Wood!
Jacob staggered! YAKUZA KICK knocks Jacob down! Wood doesn’t go for a cover, pulls Jacob up and into position!

Suplex Labrynth!

One!

He rolls over!

Two!

Venar lands hard on his neck!

Up and spinning around with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex!

Marvin Covers!

One…

Two…

Three.

Ding Ding Ding

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, representing Victory Wrestling… Marvin Wood!

BUBBA J: Damn it!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Thought you worked for Victory.

BUBBA J: I do, but Rebel was my first home and I love Rebel Pro.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Jacob generic viagra gave a great showing here tonight, but Marvin able to pull out a victory in the end.

BUBBA J: Did I say Damn it! already?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah.

~CommercialCommon Enemy

Voice: We are not affiliated with a single entity or federation.

No.

Voice: We go beyond the normal station of your average wrestler.

Yes.

Voice: We do not cower in fear inside our domain: the squared circle.

No.

Voice: We are the best, the brightest and the most skilled of the legions in the Alliance of Wrestling Federations.

Yes.

Voice: We are no longer bound by abritrary patriotism to your leaders.

No.

Voice: This is about rebellion, just as Satan rebelled against God so do we rebel against the authority and those that would chain us to their armies. Therefore you may regard us as fallen angels, yet only because we have always stood upon mountains founded upon our own talents so far past your very perception you debated if we were myth or legend.

Yes.

Voice: We are not of the BWF. Nor are we of the PWA. We do not hail from Rebel Pro. We do not venture forth from Victory Wrestling.

No.

Voice: We are above them all, in every conceivable manner. Thus making us the Common Enemy, spanning the four federated wrestling organizations of the AoWF as unified brothers in arms who seek not to toil in a war between the four but as our own unit in and of ourselves beyond those ceilings. We are coming, our war drums beat softly in the darkest of nights and our resolve shines with burning fires in the brightest of days.

Yes.

Voice: You cannot hide from our onslaught.

No.

Voice: But you can try to run.

Yes.

Voice: The lines are drawn. The battle is coming. Will we fall?

No.

Voice: Yet all of you shall bare witness to the greatest unified force the AoWF has ever seen. For all of us are now intertwined upon a set path. Each man, each woman from each federation is now… Honor Bound.

Yes.

Voice: But you will fall upon yourselves on that evening, when you behold the utmost regal of your enemies gathered together in harmony and victory. You, the AoWF… Shall see only one thing. Your…

Common Enemy. ~

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is a match actually months, maybe even over a year in the making and we get to have it here on Aggression!

BUBBA J: Simon’s screwed a lot of people over, not even counting me Mikey. It’s finally time for his comeuppance and no better place than here in REBEL Pro, no better man than Johnny Maverick and no better time than right god damn now.

Suddenly “Homecoming” by Kanye West featuring Coldplay hits over the speakers as Simon Kalis steps out cockily, with Tamika Nash Strader by his side to a chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first! He weighed in this evening at two hundred and thirty five pounds! He stands in at six foot, three inches tall!

Kalis reaches into his tights and pulls out a thick wad of cash, wrapped tightly in a rubberband. He unravels the money wrap and begins throwing cash into the air as he bobs his head to his theme music, walking past the fans. Fans jump, leap and reach up to grab the twenty dollar bills Simon is throwing at them. He hugs Tamika before sliding into the ring.

JENNEY JERSEY: He hails from Montreal, Quebec Canada….

Kalis climbs each corner turnbuckle and raises two middle fingers in the air, directing them specifically at Bubba J at one point.

JENNY JERSEY: He is THE LAST SUPERSTAR… SIMON KALIS!

BUBBA J: Just like this arrogant son of a bitch to buy fans off with money.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t think the fans at ringside are too saddened by it, Bubba.

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow hits over the speakers and out steps Johnny Maverick, completely focused on Kalis in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… He is your REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

The fans cheer and applaud Maverick as he begins making his way to the ring, Maverick taps the REBEL Pro World title over his waist.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Washington, D.C…

Maverick slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles and raises the REBEL Pro World Championship high in the air to the adoring fans, cameras flashing throughout the crowd. He doesn’t see Simon Kalis pop his left glass eye out.

JENNY JERSEY: He is JOHNNY MAVERICK!!!

Maverick hands the belt over to the referee, Alan Stone, who hands it over to an official at ringside. Simon meanwhile pulls a small capsule out from his eye socket to the disgust of some fans, before popping his glass eye back in.

BUBBA J: What the hell is that in his hand?!

DING DING DING

Maverick turns to face Simon who smirks, shaking the capsule behind his back as they begin to circle the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t know but every single fan is on their feet right now, Bubba.

Kalis pulls his hand forward and sprays something in Mavericks face! Maverick yells as he holds his eyes and Kalis whips the empty canister at him before charging forward with a spear right into the corner!

BUBBA: That jackass just maced him!!

Maverick’s eyes are burning but he begins elbowing Simon in the back as Kalis continues to thrust his shoulders into Maverick’s ribs in the corner. Maverick gnashes his elbows against Simon’s back and spine, his eyes shut and watery all the while. Kalis finally backs out and Maverick blindly jumps forward with a stiff roaring elbow into Simon’s face. Simon stumbles back and hits an elbow uppercut into Mavericks face, sending spit and blood skyward. Maverick stumbles back now and wipes his eyes, a caring fan chucks a bottle of water into the ring at Maverick who grabs it and washes his eyes out of the mace. Simon is arrogant and cocky as he paces back and forth watching Maverick. He begins kicking the corner metal post where the ropes and turnbuckles meet, each kick making a “PING” sound.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Simon’s making it clear, he’s got steel toed boots on for maximum damage.

BUBBA J: He’s a punk, Mikey. Maverick’s been a thoroghbred REBEL Pro star for a long time, he can more handle this.

Maverick blinks rapidly as he looks at Simon, his eyes still obviously burning but at least he can see more clearly now. Simon pulls on his elbow pads as the two men begin to circle the ring again. Maverick enters a muay thai kickboxing fighting stance, inviting Simon to try. Simon enters the fighting stance and both men bob and weave towards each other skillfully. Maverick goes for a thrust kick to Simon’s thighs but Simon blocks it by lifting his leg, immediately getting his footing back and spinning his body into an angle kick which Maverick jumps back to avoid. Maverick rushes forward, leaping towards Simon and chopping him across the face with a stiff elbow. Simon stumbles giving Maverick the chance to unleash a vicious thrust kick that hits Simon square across the face like a baseball bat to the head. Simon spins a full 360 degrees and his wobbles around the ring before Maverick jumps up, bringing both his knees straight into Simon’s chest. Simon falls to the canvas hard and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

BUBBA J: Told ya, he can’t handle the heat.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fans are certainly cheering Maverick’s skillfull domination right now.

Simon grabs Tamika and she pulls him towards her, she rubs his back and he slickly reaches into her purse and pulls out chrome knuckles. She pushes him back with a smirk and he rolls into the ring but Maverick’s already on the outside and he grabs a steel chair from ringside. The fans begin cheering louder and louder.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh yeah! They came to see blood! They’re gonna get blood!

BUBBA J: Send that squeeling pig back to the PWA, Johnny!

Simon slips the chromed knuckles over his right fist as Maverick slides in quickly with the chair! Maverick swings immediately and Simon swings his right first forward. The chair dents with Simon’s fist imprint but Maverick pulls it back and goes for another swing immediately! Simon moves to duck the chair shot but Maverick follows it through, cracking it over Simon’s back. Simon hits the canvas on all fours as Maverick begins unleashing a rage with the chair, repeatedley smacking it over Simon’s head and back. Simon now lays motionless in the ring as Maverick chucks the chair aside and covers!

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THR-BREAK!

Simon breaks the pin attempt by cracking Johnny across the face with his chrome knuckled right fist. Maverick rolls off of Simon dizzily as Kalis just throws himself over onto Maverick and begins punching his face over and over again until Maverick’s bleeding! The crowd cheers at the sight of blood as Kalis wipes Maverick’s blood all over his chest, getting to his feet and screaming at the crowd to pump them up. Maverick crawls away and pulls himself to his feet, wiping his own blood off of his face as he rushes Simon. Simon quickly turns around and goes for another swing with his chromed fist but Maverick flips through the air with a dropkick and lands it right in Simon’s face! Simon’s fist still connects with Maverick’s left knee cap however and both men hit the canvas in pain.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is getting more intense by the minute!

BUBBA J: Intense as in we’re all wondering when Maverick breaks Kalis’ scrawny little neck.

Kalis crawls away from Maverick and picks himself up first, bringing the chair up with him. Maverick’s out of the ring as he slides away and goes right under the ring. Kalis talks with Tamika about where Maverick could be and Maverick finally pops up and into the ring with a barbed wire covered bat in hand! He waves it around with a menacing smirk as Simon holds onto the steel chair by it’s center rod, using it as a shield and his chrome knuckled right fist as his weapon. They begin circling the ring again and Maverick swings the bat, Simon lifts the chair over his face and drops to a knee to cover himself. The chair takes the impact and Simon, having the longer arms, reaches forward with a strike at Maverick but misses. Maverick begins banging the barbed wire bat forcefully against Simon’s chair shield. Simon remains on one knee and as Maverick has him convinced, he runs forward, jumping onto the chair and using Simons own makeshift shield as a catapult! He jumps right over Simon and before Simon can react Maverick swings the barbed wire bat right into Simon Kalis’ back! Kalis screams in pain dropping the chair as Maverick rips the flesh right off of Simon’s back and shoulders.

BUBBA J: YEAH! YEAH! That’s how you skin a chicken, boy!

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was BRUTAL! Maverick is not relenting!

Tamika grabs her head in horror as Maverick swings the bat over and over again against Simon’s back, tearing his flesh off with the tiny barbs attached to it. Maverick chucks the bat aside and rips Simon’s chrome knuckles from his hand. Simon winces as he lays on his back and Maverick clocks him across the face with his own chrome knuckles before hooking both the legs!

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THREEEE-NO! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!

Maverick looks up at referee Alan Stone who shakes his head, holding up two fingers in disbelief.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He won’t quit!

BUBBA J: He’s a tough son of a bitch, I’ll give him that.

Kalis yells as he jumps up off his back and grabs Maverick by the neck, twisting as he drops back with a sudden impact DDT over the steel chair! Mavericks dazed and Simon quickly hooks both legs!

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KICK OUT!

The REBEL Pro World Champion kicks out easily just after the two count and Simon rolls away in pain, his entire back torn up and bleeding. Maverick wipes his bloody face as well. Simon reaches out to Tamika who throws him a pack of cigarettes and…

BUBBA J: Did she just throw him a bottle of Axe body deodorant? That spray kind?

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think so.

Simon gets to his feet but falls back to his knees. He crawls to the corner and lifts himself up as Maverick grabs that bottle of water again, this time using the last of it to clean the blood out of his face. Simon pulls out a cigarette and lights it with a lighter inside of the pack before throwing Tamika the pack of cigarettes back. He shakes the Axe body spray as Maverick grabs the barbed wire baseball bat again. As Maverick looks at Simon, Kalis begins spraying the Axe body deodarant but puts the lighter in front it!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Maverick swings but the flame is lit as Simon turns the body spray into a mini flame thrower! The crowd goes NUTS as Maverick is set ON FIRE! Maverick swings the barbed wire baseball bat wildly, which is now on fire as well. Kalis slides to the side, keeping his distance as he holds the lit flame to Maverick! Maverick doesn’t quit swinging until he hits Simon right in the hand. Simon’s hand slips and the bottle of Axe body spray and the light converge, exploding in his hand!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Kalis screams as he drops the Axe body spray and lighter, his hands set on fire! He turns around and falls to his knees, slamming his hands against the canvas to put them. Maverick drops to the canvas as well, rolling around to put himself out. Simon picks up his dropped cigarette and sits on the canvas, smoking as he rubs his burned hands on his chest. He slides out of the ring and immediately grabs a beer vendor, grabbing a can of beer and cracking it open he chugs the entire can quickly before chucking it aside, still smoking his cigarette. Maverick is on his feet with the barbed wire bat, which is still slightly on fire. Simon hugs Tamika at ringside for moral support but as soon as Simon sees Maverick coming he shoves Tamika out of the way and puts his arms up. Maverick hops up onto the top rope and pushes himself off, swinging the bat and cracking Simon Kalis across the face with it!!!

BUBBA J: Now THAT’S how you put a junkyard dog like Simon down.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The fans are absolutely electrified with this display of violence, Bubba!

Simon is cracked so hard across his face his glass eye pops out as his left side of his face is cut and burns. Simon hits the ground in horrible pain and Tamika rushes over to check on him as Maverick grabs his glass eye and rolls back into the ring. Maverick holds it up for everyone to see, the fans all on their feet and cheering.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is why I love REBEL Pro Wrestling, folks. The fans don’t care if you try to be good or bad, they only care about the action and they’re getting that moneys worth right here!

BUBBA J: Do you see what Maverick’s doing with Simon’s glass eye?!

Inside the ring Johnny Maverick begins rubbing the glass eye… Down his pants, laughing as Simon groggily grabs the apron and looks in to see. Simon shakes his head and collapses to his knees, then to the ground before rolling under the ring. Maverick whips the glass eye out into the crowd for a lucky- or unlucky, fan to catch.

BUBBA J: That’ll be on Ebay before the nigh… damn its already on there!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Really?

BUBBA J: Damn right, that was fucking quick!

Simon quickly rolls out from the opposite side of the ring with an odd bag in hand. He still seems groggy but he rolls in quickly behind Maverick and spills the contents out… Thumbtacks scatter everywhere. A bloodied and burned Johnny Maverick turns around and smirks as a bloodied, burnt and one eyed Simon Kalis looks back at him.

Simon rushes forward but Maverick side steps him to his blind spot on the left, but Simon saw it coming and grabs Maverick anyways whipping him into the closest corner. He rushes Maverick and brings his knee into Maverick’s chest before climbing up to the top rope, hooking up Maverick onto his back as he does so. Simon balances on the top rope before standing straight and jumping off! SENTENCING OF THE DAMNED ONTO THE THUMBTACKS! Kalis winces as he rips some thumbtacks from his ass but he rolls Maverick over, who is completely unconscience and tiredly throws himself onto Johnny.

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3!!!

DING DING DING

Kalis rolls off Maverick and breathes heavily as “Homecoming” begins to play again over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match by pinfall… SIMON KALIS!

Tamika is excited as she pulls Simon out of the ring and helps him to his feet on the outside. The fans cheer wildly for the bloody exchange between the two men.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He did it. The Death Row bulldog is still in Simon, and he just reminded everyone that his roots in this business are still here in the South and in the most brutal of wrestling styles.

BUBBA J: Argh. He’s still a dirty son of a bitch but… I’ll give him credit he pulled it off. Johnny Maverick is a bonafide legend and is a great World Champion still though. Don’t count him out on that.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I wouldn’t dare, Bubba.

Simon points to Maverick in the ring and then makes title motions around his waist as Tamika helps him backstage, the camera fading to the Rebel Pro logo.