Aggression #4

Aggression Theme Song(The Misfits – Attitude~Megavision~

Backstage, we see Casino and Krusty Kid Paul whispering to each other. They see the camera and wave it over.

CASINO: You want to make a name for yourself? Want to get your feet wet here in REBEL Pro?

KKP: Follow us.

The camera follows Dirty Money as they go down the hallway and enter a locker room. Matthew Kurtis is doing pushups. He turns his head just in time to see KKP drop one of his mean boots on the top of his head, slamming it into the ground. What follows is your typical kick-em’-when-he’s-down wrestlin’ stompdown. Then Casino spots a steel chair. He taps KKP and points to it. KKP smirks his approval. Casino grabs the steel chair, folds it closed… and brings it down on the back of the Bluegrass Badass’ knee! He hands it to KKP who does the same! They trade the chair, one-upping the other as Kurtis’ right knee and leg begins to bend unnaturally. Casino throws the chair down upon Kurtis. They walk away.

CASINO: See you later for our match, big guy.

KKP plays an air banjo before giving the middle finger to the fallen Kurtis. Matthew looks up grunting in pain and sweating heavily.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is unbelievable! Who does Dirty Money think they are?

COREY TAYLOR: They think they’re the best things to ever happen to REBEL Pro—and they’re right! What was Matthew Kurtis doing anyways? As if a few push-ups would have helped him in his match with the technical master Chris Casino!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chaos! This is chaos!

COREY TAYLOR: What a way to begin the Aggression before Barbed Wire Massacre 2010!

April 30, 2010

“Attitude” by The Misfits hits up in the speakers. Chad Kurtis swings a chair, the motion slams an “R” up onto the screen.

“”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. 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.”

“Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo” enters the speakers as from the back to a mixed reaction is the most recent tag team to enter Rebel Pro, Foot Knife Sr and his son Foot Knife Jr!

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds, Foot Knife Sr, Foot Knife Jr… THE FOOT KNIVES!

“”Money To Blow” in the speakers, the crowd gives a big time reaction to Mack and Jer$ey as they walk out to the ring, followed by Stacey Brown.

JENNY JERSEY: At a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, Jer$ey and Mack… YOUNG MONEY!

DING DING

Sr is in the ring against the big man Mack, he circles the much bigger man. Mack throws a right hand, Sr ducks under jabbing a right into Mack’s ribs before darting away from the left hook. Mack charges at the older Foot Knife, but here comes Jr into the mix, obeying the lack of rules in Rebel Pro, but Jer$ey is also joining in. Jr with a side headlock on Jer$ey, Jr is whipped into the ropes. Sr leaps from the middle rope, locking his hands around Mack’s neck and begins to bite his ear!

ROB MARTINEZ: What?

COREY TAYLOR: Shades of Mike Tyson there.

Mack screams out in outrage, throwing Sr off of him, but Sr lands on his feet darting forward to pull Mack’s pants down around his waist. Jer$ey grabs a side headlock on Jr, Jr whips him into the ropes but Jer$ey holds on. Mack leans down to pull up his tights, Sr dropkicks him right in the face. Sr points to his head and nods, but Jer$ey kicks out with his left foot, connecting solidly with the kick to the head. Sr goes down, convulsing in the middle of the ring and Jer$ey bulldogs Jr to the mat before making a cover on Sr.

One…

Tw–

Jr boots him in the face breaking up the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Foot Knife Jr there with the save.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, ok.

Mack has his tights up, pulling Jr up with a double choke lift, Jr kicks him in the face. Sr is back up, pulling down his tights again and Mack drops Jr to pull them back up. Jr spins around, roundhouse kick to the face sends him into the ropes. Sr dives into a kneeling position and Jr comes flying off the back of his dad with a scissorskick to Mack. Jer$ey catches him from behind, full nelson slam back to the canvas. Sr gets up, holding at his knee, his old age beginning to play a part very early in this match. Mack off the ropes, tights around his knees, lifted foot into Sr’s face rolls him out of the ring. Jr is trying to get back up, he fires a right hand right into Mack’s groin, he falls to his knees. Jr sends another brass knuckled shot to Mack’s temple and the big man is out on his knees. Jer$ey has his own set of brass knucks, he swings but Jr avoids it with another roundhouse, this one connecting with Jer$ey’s temple and the knucks go flying. Sr back in the ring he and Jr team up, double clothesline attempt to Mack.

ROB MARTINEZ: They must have been training.

COREY TAYLOR: How do I get past this world in the New Super Mario Bros?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you doing?

COREY TAYLOR: Playing Nintendo DS, of course.

Mack is sent on his back, but Jer$ey is back up, showing tenacity and determination to reverse the Young Money losing streak. He sends a superkick to the back of Jr’s head sending him over. Before Sr can turn around, No. Look. Back!

Jer$ey makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING DING DING

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match, the team of Jer$ey and Mack… Young Money!

ROB MARTINEZ: Young Money with a much needed victory here.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn! My battery died.

~MEGAVISION~

The reigning REBEL Tag Team Champions are making their way through the back, just after the attack on Matthew Kurtis, when they make a sudden stop. or rather Casino makes the stop and KKP runs into him.

KKP: Dude what?

CASINO: (pointing) Look at that…..

The camera pans over and we see people wearing Bluegrass Mafia tee shirts.

KKP: Oh yeah, those are the folks that won that radio contest to come backstage and visit their favorite wrestlers.

Awkward pause.

KKP: Uh, I’m sure they didn’t know you were wrestling tonight or they……

CASINO: Shush!

Casino walks over to the group and gives them the evil eye.

KURTIS FAN #1: Hey! I know you! You’re that guy that Matthew Kurtis keeps beating up! Man, I remember when you used to be good.

CASINO: Wait. What?

KURTIS FAN #2: I dunno, he’s still okay. Not as good as say J.T. Whiplash or…..

Casino with a confident and knowing smirk, but it suddenly turns to surprise and a bit of rage.

CASINO: Enough you ignorant trailer monkeys! Whiplash? The Kurtis brood? What is wrong with you damn people? I’m one half of the REBEL Tag Team Champions!

KKP: With me!

CASINO: Mathew Kurtis has NEVER beaten me and….

KURTIS FAN #1: I dunno, I think he pinned you a few weeks ago didn’t he?

KKP: That didn’t count, it wasn’t an official match and I think Casino had the sun in his eyes or somethin’.

CASINO: Krusty….I GOT THIS OKAY!?

KKP: Yeah geez….You don’t have to yell. Look I’m gonna go get a hot dog. I’ll catch you in a few.

Casino watches his partner walk away and then turns his attention back to the fans.

CASINO: You know what? Just for you, tonight I’m going to beat Kurtis so bad he’ll slink back to his double wide and REBEL will never have to……

KURTIS FAN #3: Hey, do you know Bruce Richards?

CASINO: What? Well yeah. I mean it’s not like we hang out but I…..

KURTIS FAN #3: Can you get his autograph for me? I love that guy!

Casino looks at the fans and shakes his head.

CASINO: I f**kin’ HATE this state.

The fans watch as Casino stalks away.

KURTIS FAN #4: Who was that?

A hooded man walks into the scene.

MAN: That was Chris Casino. He is going to get his tonight, I’m going to make a point of it.

~COMMERCIAL~

Jenny Jersey walks in front of the camera, dressed in skin tight stone washed blue jean shorts and a tank top that is barely under her lovely… chest.

“Hey you all…”

She flirts and blinks her lovely eyes, well, lovingly.

“Coming up on May 7, 2010 is a show that I’m sure you all will want to be at.”

She looks wonderingly if anyone will show up, making sure to drag us there even if we are in jail.

“There will be a triple threat for the Rebel Pro Heavyweight title…”

She leans back up against the concrete block wall, showing well you know or your imagination does anyways.

“A Tag Team Championship match…”

She purses her lips.

“The Aggression title will be on the line and a big announcement.”

She licks her lips and pulls a strand of barbed wire from her back pocket, oh to be that piece of wire.

“Every match will have barbed wire involvement in one way or another as Barbed Wire Massacre 2010 comes to the Rebel Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina…”

She blows us a kiss… another one!

“See you there…”

Back to the Aggression Arena.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

“Carbomb” by The Acacia Strain cues up as Vincent Black makes his way over to the ring to a chorus of boos.

Rob Martinez: Black is looking quite confident here tonight.

Corey Taylor: As well he should, Vincent is back in fighting form and his opponent tonight is a hot porn star. It’s like a dream come true.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Glens Falls, New York; standing at six-foot eleven and weighing in at three-hundred forty-one pounds, Vincent Black!

The Acacia Strain dies off as it’s replaced by Black Flag’s “Slip it in”. From behind the curtain steps out a very attractive petit brunette wearing, well almost wearing, a very skimpy leather corset and knee high hooker boots. The men in attendance go nuts as she saunters her way towards the ring.

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent from North Hollywood, California being accompanied by Ian Michael Schwarz, standing at five-foot three and weighing in at one-hundred twenty-three pounds, Marina Blue!

Rob Martinez: Marina Blue looking to make a statement with her first match in REBEL Pro being against none other then Triple Crown winner, Vincent Black. A win here to night would put her in contention for at least the Aggression title.

Corey Taylor: As sad as makes me to say this, I don’t think she has much of a chance. Vincent out-weighs her by more than double and has nearly two feet on her.

Marina enters the ring as Black stares at her with a confident smirk. Allen Stone calls for the bell as this match gets underway. Black moves in with a quick right hand that Marina easily ducks and responds by blowing Vincent kiss. Black can’t help but smile at her as she does a very suggestive dance in the center of the ring, much to the delight of the males in attendance.

Rob Martinez: An unusual but seemingly effective ploy to keep Black of his game plan.

Corey Taylor: I’m in love Rob.

Marina blows another kiss at Black before inviting him to join in the dance. Vincent’s smile (as well as other things) grow at the invitation. Black struts over to the lovely Marina Blue; thwack! Marina nails Black with a hard thigh kick, it’s quickly followed with a shot to the inner leg. Marina hits the ropes and leaps for a frankensteiner, caught by Vincent Black in perfect position for The New Hope! Marina kisses Black on the mouth! Black seems dazed as Marina Blue pulls out from the kiss. Black moves in for another kiss.

Corey Taylor: You get your filthy lips off of my future girlfriend!

Rob Martinez: You know he might actually hear you right?

The second kiss between these two is cut short as Marina bites down hard on Vincent Black’s tongue before swinging her body to deliver a DDT to the shock of Vincent. Marina get to her feet and punts Vincent hard in the ribs. Black is getting to his feet and he looks pissed off. Marina hit’s the rope again and hit’s a drop kick to the mouth of Black, sending him back down to the mat.

Corey Taylor: That’s it babe, kick that kiss stealing bastard’s ass.

Rob Martinez: I believe she kissed him first.

Corey Taylor: Your mom kissed him first.

Rob Martinez:…

Marina follows the move up with a cover.

One…

Two…

And Vincent tosses her off him like she doesn’t weigh a thing. Marina flies off him and to the outside of the ring. Vincent back to his feet and heads outside after her. Marina grabs a chair and tosses to Black. Vincent catches it… Marina goes for the Dirt Pipe Milkshake… Vincent side steps the move and brings the chair down across the skull of REBEL Pro’s newest competitor. Marina is cut open from that chair shot and Vincent smiles again. He tosses the chair aside, picks up Marina, and tosses her back into the ring over the top rope.

Rob Martinez: Looks like Vincent is done playing around with Marina. And we know that Black has no qualms about hitting any woman brave enough to step into a REBEL Pro ring.

Corey Taylor: I swear if he hurts her I’ll, I’ll…

Rob Martinez: What, you’ll stand up to Vincent Black? I’d pay good money to see that.

Corey Taylor: I paid good money to see your mom. HA! You’ve just been Twix’ed.

Rob Martinez: Twix’ed?

Corey Taylor: That’s two for me, none for you.

Black gets back into the ring and heads over to Marina. Black picks her up and sends her to the corner with an Irish Whip. Vincent runs in with a hard lariat and Marina crumples in the corner. Black picks her up again and grabs her by the throat… A big two-handed choke slam to the petit rookie. Vincent stands over her body as he signals for The New Hope. Black bends down and grabs Marina by the hair and puts her head in between his legs. Blue drops to her knees and plants an uppercut square on Black’s diamonds. Vincent doubles over, Marina lands another uppercut, this time she grabs a hold of Vincent’s family jewels and flashes a very mischievous grin to the crowd as she begins to twist. Vincent screams the scream every man knows and fears as Marina continues to twist and pull down. Vincent tries to punch his way out but Marina just absorbs the blows as she smiles and pulls even harder. Finally she relents her hold on Black, much to the relief of all the men who and the misfortune to witness that. Marina stands up and walks behind Vincent.

Rob Martinez: Oh my god!

Corey Taylor: I don’t think I want her to be my girlfriend any more, but I’m too afraid to break up with her.

Rob Martinez: I’m sure she’ll be fine.

Marina just slit the goal posts with a sadistic kick between the legs. Black is on the ground, tears steaming down his face. Marina bends down and kisses Black one last time before driving her heel once more into Vincent’s nether regions. A cover.

One…

Two…

Three…

Ding, ding, ding.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is you’re winner, Marina Blue!

~COMMERCIAL~

Brion’s Bate and Tackle flashes up on the screen where an extremely overweight woman is sitting in a rocking chair that is fixing to give up the ghost at any moment.

“I like to fish and when I need some tackle I call Brion, he hooks me right up.”

The woman spits a wad of tobacco juice into the pond water before smiling and licking her gums.

“Smooth” by Santana and Rob Thomas cues up. Let the booing commence! Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, their title belts held high, emerge from the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, one-half of the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions, accompanied by Krusty Kid Paul… “THE FUTURE” CHRIS CASINO!

DIE CASINO DIE! DIE CASINO DIE! DIE CASINO DIE! DIE CASINO DIE!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, no one ever said REBEL Pro fans were afraid to speak their minds!

COREY TAYLOR: Free speech needs to have limits!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh come on! Obviously Matthew Kurtis can’t wrestle tonight! What are these guys going to do? Just rub that fact in our faces? Chris Casino isn’t even in his wrestling gear!

COREY TAYLOR: That suit looks like it is worth more than your annual salary!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wouldn’t be surprised.

Casino and KKP enter the ring. Casino smiles at the booing crowd and brings a mic. to his lips.

CHRIS CASINO: Aw, what’s the matter? Sad you’re going to have to wait until Barbed Wire Massacre to see Chris Casino in action?

“Anthem” by Good Charlotte cues up. The fans pop but are a little confused as Jonothan Kurtis emerges. He has a microphone in his hand. Jenny Jersey looks confused.

JKURT: You took out my brother, because you aren’t worried about me… but I’m fixing to give you something to worry about!

JKurt runs down to the ring as the referee forces KKP out of the ring. Casino looks pissed, obviously having assumed he was going to have a free ride. JKurt slides into the ring and is about to throw a punch. Casino throws up his arms to block it… but JKurt doesn’t follow through.

JKURT: You know what, Chris? I have a better idea.

“The Monster’s Loose” by Meat Loaf cues up to a MASSIVE POP! Chris Casino’s eyes open wide as “The Bluegrass Badass” Matthew Kurtis enters through the curtain, limping, but his eyes steadfast on Casino. JKurt leaves the ring, high-fiving his big brother. And he decides to stay ringside to keep KKP out of the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: By God, we’re going to have a match!

COREY TAYLOR: But Chris Casino is wearing a SUIT! This isn’t FAIR! This is bullshit!

The bell rings. Kurtis lunges at Casino, locks up with him and backs him into the corner. Big right hands to “The Future!” He grabs Casino by his tie… and uses it to snapmare him onto his back! Before Casino can realize what’s happening, the Bluegrass Badass begins stomping on him unmercifully. Casino escapes to the outside. He begins walking to the back but Kurtis chases after him. Casino trips! Kurtis picks him up! Irish whip into the guard rail! Kurtis runs forward… Big Boot sends Casino over the railing! Kurtis slaps the hands of several fans before climbing over the guard rail. Meanwhile, Casino has taken his tie off. Kurtis picks him up, only to be choked by the tie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chris Casino will use anything at his disposal to gain an advantage!

COREY TAYLOR: And that’s why he is one of the most accomplished men in independent professional wrestling!

Kurtis’ face reddens as Casino cinches the tie. Elbow from Kurtis! Another! Another! And a big belly-to-back suplex to Casino! Kurtis takes the suit jacket off of Casino. And he rips it in front of Casino.

CHRIS CASINO: No! No! It’s an Arman—

—Kurtis kicks Casino in the face! He picks Casino up and throws him over the guard rail and follows him over. Big right hand to Casino who stumbles in the direction of the ring. Another right hand! Another one! Casino with a drop toe hold out of nowhere, forcing Kurtis’ head into the corner of the ring apron! Casino stands and gives an evil look to the booing fans. He grabs a steel chair, closes it… and slams it down on the back of Kurtis’ right knee! Again! Again! Here comes JKURT! He jumps up onto the ring apron… spinning heel kick takes Casino down! Here comes KKP. JKurt with an Asai moonsault off of the ring apron onto KKP!

BLUE-GRASS MAFIA! BLUE-GRASS MAFIA! BLUE-GRASS MAFIA! BLUE-GRASS MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that high-risk maneuver hurt JKurt as much as it hurt Krusty Kid Paul!

COREY TAYLOR: Stupid idiot! That’s why steel chairs are so much better than flips and whoop-de-doos!

Kurtis gets to his feet and throws Casino into the ring. He follows him in, clearly favoring his knee. He picks Casino up. BLUEGRASS BOMB! NO! Casino reverses into a hurricanrana! But Kurtis quickly gets to his feet. SUPERKICK! Kurtis falls back into the corner. Casino climbs over the Bluegrass Badass onto the top turnbuckle. Super bulldog! He picks Kurtis up. BANKRUPT 2.0! The fans boo as Casino makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR—FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Casino stands and raises his arms, thinking he has won. The referee explains it to him and he can’t believe it! He’s arguing with the referee and pointing at the rope. Meanwhile, Matthew Kurtis springs up Undertaker-style! Casino is busy arguing as Kurtis climbs to his feet.
BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS! BAD-ASS!

Casino finally relents and turns around… only to get the big boot to the gut! BLUEGRASS BOMB! BLUEGRASS BOMB! And he picks him up again for good measure… a SECOND BLUEGRASS BOMB! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

THAT’S IT!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner… “THE BLUEGRASS BADASS” MATTHEW KURTIS!

KKP enters the ring and pulls Casino out before Matthew Kurtis can do any more damage to him. They retreat as the Kurtis brothers raise their arms in the ring, soaking up the cheers.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s going to be a war at Barbed Wire Massacre!

COREY TAYLOR: Why does a rope break work in REBEL Pro? I thought we were no DQ, no countout, no bullshit!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s still pro wrestling, buddy. Don’t be a soar loser!

COREY TAYLOR: Your wife is fat.

ROB MARTINEZ: What? What? Come on, that’s inexcusable!

COREY TAYLOR: Focus on your job, Rob!

~COMMERCIAL~

Rob Martinez steps from the left of the screen as Corey Taylor enters from the right.

COREY TAYLOR: “Do I really have to do this?”

ROB MARTINEZ: “We are rolling now and if you want to get paid, I suggest you try and sell some merchandise.”

Corey turns to the camera, holding up a Chad Kurtis t-shirt.

COREY TAYLOR: “If you need a good cloth diaper, be sure to wipe your ass with the new Chad Kurtis shirt.”

Rob can’t believe it, his chin drops to his chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: “Corey!”

Corey turns with a smirk on his face.

COREY TAYLOR: “None of you gave me a script, bet you will next time.”

Fade back to Aggression.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks many of you heard word of “The Spade” Duncan Aries asking for his immediate release from Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, the pansy ass. Aries runs away again.

ROB MARTINEZ: Actually Corey, our sources have discovered that Aries actually asked for his release because of some kind of issue at home with his wife Taylor.

COREY TAYLOR: That’s a lame excuse. Keep your lady in line Aries.

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re not quite sure what the issue is.

“For The Love Of The Game” suddenly interrupts Rob as the crowd rises to their feet in shock and anticipation.

ROB MARTINEZ: Could it be?

COREY TAYLOR: I doubt it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Yes it is! Aries is here!

Indeed The Spade is standing at the beginning of the aisle, his hands on his hips, surveying the crowd in those Pilot shades he always wears. In a jean jacket covering a black Affliction t-shirt and black cargo pants, he walks down the aisle to a chorus of cheers. He slides into the ring and calls for a mic, looking out onto the crowd once more.

CROWD: ARIES! ARIES! ARIES! ARIES!

COREY TAYLOR: Why are these morons chanting his name? He quit!

Aries paces the ring a bit, waiting for the crowd to die down a bit before raising the mic to his lips.

DUNCAN: In this world that we live and breathe, eat, sleep, all we think about is coming out here and entertaining you people. For nine years you have cheered me, you have booed me, you have watched me climb to the top of the mountain, you have watched me fall down and have a hard time getting back up, but damn it, I always got up. I always got up because I had just that much more to give to you, that much more to give to this business that I love.”

COREY TAYLOR: Oh come on, what is this a tribute show?

ROB MARTINEZ: Shush Corey, let him talk.

DUNCAN: Here at Rebel Pro, I may not be the most technically sound guy, I may not be the fastest, the strongest, the biggest, but I damn sure am one of the toughest, and you can take that to the bank. There are people, and I know who you are, that think Duncan Aries is some whining little bitch, but none of you, none of you know the real story. I came back to Rebel Pro with one goal in mind, to be at the top of this company’s ladder. Since November, I have doing what I do best, kicking ass and taking names. I carried that sorry excuse for an athlete Vincent Black, and even though I respect Justin, I carried his ass too. I almost single handedly carried the Rebel Pro Tag Titles and that division on my shoulders.

CROWD: ARIES! ARIES ARIES ARIES!

DUNCAN: And yeah, we lost the belts, because Vincent Black is jealous of me. He’s a bitter man who knows without me, he’d never be a Triple Crown winner. So he interferes and costs us the titles. Fine. I can live with that. Because I know if I had the time, I could find another tag partner and take the gold back in a heartbeat. No, that’s not what I came for. So I started out again in my singles career, facing a piece of crap named Krusty Kid Paul. Paul comes out and tries to convince you all, convince himself, that he’s better than me, when he knows without Chris Casino and a shady ref, he’d be eating food through a straw. Was I pissed? You bet. Because like I said, a ref doesn’t decide when I’m done and out, when I’ve had enough. I do. No one else.

The crowd once again pops for Aries who takes his shades off, hanging them on his shirt collar.

DUNCAN: This brings me to The Freak a guy who, in a round about way, earned my respect. He came at me, he put it all on the line, but there’s one thing he didn’t do, and that’s pin my shoulders to the mat. Yeah, because I clunked my head on a ladder he put me to sleep. Parents put their kids to sleep. Do you want a cookie Freak? Give me a break. The next time we meet, and there will be a next time, I can assure you of one thing. The fact that I lost to a guy who’s going to be an afterthought at Barbwire Massacre, pisses me off almost more than anything in the world. So take pride in your work kid, but don’t count on it for a second time around.

Duncan rubs his chin, hanging his right arm on the top rope.

“This brings me to now. The other day I got a call from the woman I love, the woman I vowed to take care of and protect at all costs, my wife Taylor. She was worried. She was in a panic, all because somebody decided to play cute and start calling in death threats on me and my wife. The voice on the answering machine is distorted, but I have some guesses as to who it might be. I was ready, I was willing to step away from this, because as much as I love this business, win, lose, or draw, my wife, the eventual mother of my children, she is more important than any title or accolade this sport can offer me.”

COREY TAYLOR: I think I’m going to gag.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Spade showing us he’s a real man Corey. He’s putting his personal life before his career.

DUNCAN: “Just when it seemed the curtain was going to close on my time here in Rebel Pro, I had a little chat with Larry Gordon. We discussed my frustrations both personally and professionally, and this is what we came up with. I will compete at Barbwire Massacre in a Street Fight, and I will tear that stupid Neanderthal Vincent Black limb from limb!”

The crowd roars in approval, Aries cracking a smile.

“And Larry Gordon has offered me all the help and services he can give to keep my wife safe, and to find out just who is behind all of this. So what does that mean? Well it means first of all, I’m not going anywhere!”

The crowd chants “Aries” as Duncan nods with approval.

“It also means when I find out who the jackoff is dumb enough to meddle in my personal life, he’s not going to answer to any other authority but me. So to whoever it is, if you’re watching, if you’re in the back, you’ve got two choices. Either show up at an event and announce to me and the world that you’re the punk that deserves a beating. Or two, I go through every single Rebel Pro wrestler until I find out who is responsible. Any blood that I spill, friend or foe, won’t be on my hands, but on the hands of whoever feels it necessary to stick their nose in my business. The culmination doesn’t descriminate..it just takes care of business.”

Aries drops the mic as “For The Love Of The Game” by Pillar blares once more, Aries exiting the ring and going up the aisle, slapping hands with fans as he goes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Strong words from Duncan Aries, who has decided to stay with Rebel Pro, and my god Corey, what’s going to happen to whoever is doing this to Taylor?

COREY TAYLOR: He’s going to get a handshake from me, that’s what. Duncan needs to grow up and just fight. He acts like he’s the only one with problems.

ROB MARTINEZ: Having your wife threatened by some unknown person is not some ordinary problem Corey.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, I guess. Whatever.

Vincent jumps from the crowd, slamming into Duncan with a fist and knocking him backwards. Vincent has a mic in hand.
ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Vincent Black, what is he doing?!

COREY TAYLOR: Sending Duncan packing?

VINCENT BLACK: Duncan… after our match next week, you aren’t going to be able to worry about your wife. You won’t be able to take care of your wife. Hell Duncan… you won’t even be able to take care of yourself after I’m finished with you.

The crowd boos heavily.

VINCENT BLACK: These idiots can cheer you, they can boo me, but come Barbed Wire Massacre 2010, they will cry for you Duncan when I beat you, bloody you, and leave you brain dead and relying on a calostamy bag.

Duncan charges at Black, but security is there with six men going after Vincent to hold his big frame back. Only two men go after Duncan to hold him back as he wipes the slight trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Duncan looks at the back of his hand and at the blood. He raises his head to Black and nods, his eyes boring right into Black’s.

~MEGAVISION~
~Pre-recorded~

WARNING:

The following video is best suited for a mature audience, only.

Thank you,

-Rebel Pro Management

And we open up on the Sunset Strip in West Hollywood. More specifically, the Viper Room. The camera pans to show many club goers enjoying a care free night out on the town. With industrial music playing in the background, and people letting loose on the dance floor. The strobe lights bathe the entire club and bouncers walk around to and fro.

As we dig deeper in the nirvana, we see a blocked off VIP room. Two hired hands are seen guarding the room, and inside we catch a small glimpse of Marcus Marion fooling around with strippers. Bottles of bubbly are seen resting on ice as The World Champion is fullfilling his every carnal desire.

With the World title spread across his lap as well as the two women beside him, the night just couldn’t get any livelier. As the camera pans, lines of “snow” are seen spread-eagled across tables. Strippers, like junkies, are seen taking multiple hits. A bouncer walks up to a drunken Marion, notifying him of a visitor.

BOUNCER: Marcus, someone is here to see you. Says you two have business to discuss.

Marion, shaking his head to regain composure, motions the bouncer to send the guest in.

MARCUS MARION: Bruno, send her in. I KNEW she’d come.

All of a sudden, kicking down the door is “The Confederate Copperhead” J.T. Whiplash, sporting his Moonshine Workers of America trucker hat and a Copperhead Road distillery T-Shirt and Wrangler jeans with black cowboy boots as he yells out to Marcus.

J.T. WHIPLASH: It’s ASS-WHOOPIN’ TIME, PURTY BOY! Ya ready to pay the piper, son?

Strippers begin to cover up at the violent introduction of J.T. Whiplash. Marion beholds the imposing sight before him, much like he’s just seen a ghost. His eyes grow wide with fear.

MARCUS MARION: WHAT THE HELL!!

J.T. can’t help but smirk while showing the piece of paper the janitor gave to him as he starts to speak.

J.T. WHIPLASH: Let’s just say that I got myself some friends in mighty high places, but all that matters now is that when I git done with ya, by the time ya come to, yer gonna need a new hair-cut!

Marion seethes with anger, the thought that Jenny Jersey “betrayed” his confidence, cuts like a knife. He then begins to stagger out of his chair, making sure to keep a good distance between himself and the intruder.

MARCUS MARION: Asshole, this is MY time. This is harrassment!

J.T. WHIPLASH: Welp, I don’t see no Johnny Law, no Johnny Maverick, no Chris Casino, or no Krusty the Klown here…. so it looks like yer up the creek without a paddle!

Whiplash begins to walk toward Marion, strippers one by one, slowly move out of the way. Marion begins to beg off, the World Champion wants no part of the Confederate Copperhead.

MARCUS MARION: WAIT! Before you go trashing the place. Why don’t you cool down and get yourself a drink?

On that, Marion picks up a glass of untouched vodka on the table, then throws it into Whiplash’s face. The young stripper, sobering up from the effects of alcohol, comes to her senses. Wobbly she stands to her feet, beside Marion, barely able to support her own body weight.

J.T. WHIPLASH: And ya just ruined my shirt, TOO!

The tiger stalks his prey. In a blind rage, Whiplash charges full speed, in the direction of Marion, the room has all but cleared out. If he could stop he would. Because her shriek for help is cut short in her throat. 243 lbs of muscle almost tears in half 123 lbs of intoxicated and drug riddled stripper – after Marion violently shoves her in the direction of a blood thirsty Whiplash. The force of the blow knocks her out of her heels, and crashing through a wall.

J.T. WHIPLASH: SHIT! SOMEONE GIT SOME HELP OUT HERE, DAMN IT!!!

With no regard for the havoc he just caused, Marion makes a dash out of the room, World title over his shoulder, narrowly escaping Whiplash’s clutches, again. Whiplash looks down at the stripper who is seen unconscious and bleeding from her wounds like a stuck pig, in anger he pounds the ground with his fist. The last shot we see is a single droplet of stripper blood plopping against the floor.

Back to the arena

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall…..

‘Cells’ by The Servant hits the PA system and the REBEL crowd crane their necks to see the newcomer.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, representing The Pioneer Wrestling Association, he hails from Portland Oregon and weighs in 172 pounds……The PWA Television Champion, ‘The Perennial Loser’ Jacob Collins!!!

Collins steps out from the back, TV Title around his waist and gets a decidedly mixed reaction from the crowd. He smiles as he heads towards the ring, giving high fives to the fans along his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent……

‘Lead into Demise’ by Kingdom of Sorrow blasts through the sound system and the crowd are united for this guy. Hate all the way.

JENNY JERSEY: Representing the Demi-Gods, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at 225 pounds……”The Filth And The Fury” Johnny Maverick!!!

Maverick steps out from the back and flashes a grin to all his detractors. He’s covered in belts as on his right shoulder rests the stolen REBEL Aggression Championship, his left shoulder is the home for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship and around his waist? The retired REBEL Carolinas Championship belt.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick already starting to play some mind games here with a show of all of those championships. Only one of which he can actually lay claim to.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey we all know that possession is 9/10ths the law! And anyway don’t hate on the only man in REBEL to hold three separate championships!

ROB MARTINEZ: What? One of those titles don’t even exist anymore!

COREY TAYLOR: Shush! The match is about to begin! Let’s go REBEL!

Both men are in the ring and Alan Stone is doing his best to collect all of the championship belts from both men. Maverick is trash talking Collins but he’s not taking the bait. With the belts handed off to an official at ringside, Stone calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: This special challenge match between PWA and REBEL is now underway!

Maverick continues to lay into his opponent hurling every insult he can think of at him but Collins simply stares him in the face. Maverick slaps Collins hard across the face! Collins catches a kick thrown by Maverick and spins around taking ‘The Filth & The Fury’ off of his feet with a back spin kick! Collins hits the ropes and ducks under a clothesline from a rising Maverick. Collins springboards off the second ring rope, twists his body in mid air and nails Maverick with a flying cross body. Maverick quickly rolls Collins off and gets to his feet only to take a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and to the outside! The once all pro REBEL crowd are now quickly warming up to the speedy and high flying man from PWA! On the outside Maverick is back up to his feet just in time to take a suicide dive from the PWA TV Champion!

ROB MARTINEZ: Maverick needs to ground Collins if he wants to have a shot in winning.

COREY TAYLOR: He’s fighting a guy who calls himself a ‘loser!’ How do you take that seriously?

On the outside Both men are slow to get up but Collins rolls Maverick into the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. Collins springs up to the top rope and tries for a body splash but Maverick pulls up his knees and buries them into the ribs of his foe! Collins scrambles to get to his feet but Maverick drills him with a running knee to the side of his head. Maverick rolls to the outside and pulls back the ring apron. Out from under the ring appears a trashcan filled no doubt with weapons of mass destruction. Maverick rolls the trashcan into the ring and slides in after it. Collins is again trying to get back to his feet when he takes a running Yakuza kick to the face that nearly flips him head over heels. With Collins down, Maverick returns to his plunder and dumps out it’s contents of mayhem. With a sadistic grin Maverick picks up a chair and advances on Collins. Maverick sets himself and watches as Collins struggles up to his feet and then does his best to wrap the chair around the skull of the PWA TV Champ! Collins drops like a brick and Maverick stands over him chair raised above his head as the crowd rain down boos and insults.

COREY TAYLOR: Hey is REBEL liable if one of our guys kills a PWA wrestler?

Maverick opens up the dented chair, places it in the ring and takes a seat to watch as a dazed and hurting Collins uses the ring ropes to pull himself up. Maverick gets up and lays into Collins with a double thrust to the throat. ‘To Easy, this is to damn easy!’ Maverick screams to the crowd as whips Collins off of the ropes. Collins quickly reverses the move and hits a low dropkick to the legs of Maverick that causes him to drop face first into the chair! Without wasting a moment, Collins picks up the mangled chair, folds it up and cracks it across the back of a stunned Maverick! Another shot has Maverick clutching at his back in agony. A third shot from the chair and the REBEL crowd has been whipped into a frenzy! Collins grabs an arm of Maverick and pulls him into a nearby corner. Collins places the chair across the chest of Maverick and then proceeds to hit a split legged moonsault onto both the chair and Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: Collins showing that he has some REBEL spirit in him as well!

COREY TAYLOR: Pffffffffft.

Collins goes for a cover but Maverick places a foot on the bottom ropes before the referee can even start his count. Collins mounts Maverick and peppers him with several stiff right hands to the head. Maverick shoves him off and Collins heads towards the pile of plunder that Johnny has brought into the ring. Collins picks up a computer keyboard and turns his attention back to Maverick. Maverick ducks under a wild swing and jabs a thumb into the eyes of Collins! Maverick snatches away the keyboard and slams it across the head of Collins! Little plastic keys fly everywhere as Collins drops to his knees. Maverick grabs Collins and drills him with a Michinoku Driver then quickly transitions into a fujiwara armbar! Collins quickly is able to scoot his body close enough to the ropes to drape a leg over the bottom one causing a break. Maverick rolls away from Collins and crawls over to his weapons stash. This time it’s the trash can itself that Maverick picks up and he heads towards Collins. Collins brings him down with a drop toe hold and Mavericks head smashes into the trash can as he collapses to the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: Collins showing some great heart!

COREY TAYLOR: Geez, go announce for PWA why don’t ya?

Collins gets to his feet and heads to the top of the nearest turnbuckle waiting as Maverick pulls himself to his feet. Collins takes to the air but Maverick is able to catch him with a dropkick to the ribs on the way down! Maverick looks pissed as he lays in the boots to Collins who is doing his best to cover up. Maverick drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. Out from under the ring comes a table and the crowd pops for wood! ‘We Want Tables!’ The REBEL faithful chant as Maverick slides the table into the ring. Collins is starting to get up when he’s dropped from behind by a jumping inziguri from Maverick. Maverick returns his attention to the table and picks it up. He props it up against the corner and pulls Collins to his feet. Maverick hooks Collins from behind and sends him smashing through the table with a brutal looking half nelson suplex! Maverick quickly pulls Collins out from under the debris of the table and away from the corner and goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Collins kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Amazing! Collins is still in this!

Maverick is arguing with referee Alan Stone and never sees Collins pull himself over to the stash of plunder Maverick brought into the ring. Maverick shoves asides the referee and reaches down to pull Collins up. The PWA TV Champ quickly rolls over onto his back and smack a cheese grater across the skull of Maverick! Maverick staggers back and drops into a seated position, holding his head with both hands. Collins quickly scrambles over to him and again clanks the cheese grater off of the head of Maverick who is now busted wide open! Collins tosses away the cheese grater and rolls to the ring apron as Maverick slowly gets to his feet. Collins quickly stands up and hits a bloodied Maverick with a springboard seated senton! Instead of going for a cover, Collins rolls off of his man and heads to the turnbuckles. Maverick nearly has his chest crushed by a top rope elbow drop! Collins in for the pin!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Maverick gets a shoulder up just in time!

COREY TAYLOR: That’s our champion for us! What heart!

ROB MARTINEZ: But Maverick doesn’t hold any REBEL Champion…..

COREY TAYLOR: Quiet!

Collins is pulling Maverick to his feet when he takes a low blow that drops him to the mat. A bloody Maverick looks down at Collins and sneers. Maverick pulls Collins up and hits his dreaded Drain Bramage! Maverick goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Maverick pulls Collins up!?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the?

Maverick smiles through the blood and shakes his head ‘No.’ He mounts Collins and drives stiff MMA style elbows into the skull until a gash opens up on the top of the head of Collins! Maverick rolls off of Collins and out to the ringside area where he pulls another table out from under the ring. Again the REBEL crowd pops huge for the sight of wood but Maverick simply ignores them as he slides the table into the ring. Collins has rolled over onto his stomach and blood is steadily trickling down from his scalp and onto the mat. Maverick sets the table up in the center of the ring and goes to collect Collins. Collins is yanked up and Maverick hoists him up and plants him onto the top turnbuckle. Maverick climbs up after him and attempts a superplex! Collins blocks it! Again Maverick tries for the superplex and finds it blocked! Collins suddenly comes alive as he unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts to the head of Maverick that stuns him. Collins positions Maverick and hits his Three-Seconds Flat (styles clash) off of the top rope and through the table! A raucous ‘Holy Shit!’ chant erupts from the crowd as both men lay prone and bleeding on the mat.

COREY TAYLOR: He….He could have hurt one of our main eventers! I say throw this match out and award it to Maverick!

ROB MARTINEZ: My God what a move! I can’t belive either man is still conscious!

They are, but just bareley. Collins crawls away from Maverick and when he reaches the ring apron he yells for something. The time keeper hands Collins his PWA TV Title and Jacob slowly gets to his feet. Maverick meanwhile has shoved chunks of table off of him and he too is slow to get to his feet. Maverick turns to look for Collins and take a shot right between the eyes with the PWA TV Title! Maverick collapses onto the mat with Collins on top of him!

One!

Two!

Three!!!

COREY TAYLOR: I call shenanigans!!!!

The referee calls for the bell and raises the arm of a bloody and battered Collins.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match…..’The Perennial Loser’ Jacob Collins!!!

The fans give the outsider a heroes ovation as he crawls away from a still unmoving Maverick.

The curtain parts and two bloody bodies are tossed out, first is a bloody Chris Casino with a “D” drawn on his chest with black spraypaint and here comes Krusty Kid Paul right behind him with an “A” on his bloody chest.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the…?

COREY TAYLOR: That sob Duncan Aries! It has to be him with the haneous and cowardly attack on the best damn tag team in the world!

ROB MARTINEZ: What about their attack on him not so long ago?

COREY TAYLOR: Are you smoking that stuff again? You have no idea what you are talking about.

ROB MARTINEZ: Either way, it is a tough night for the Demi-Gods! What does this mean going into the Barbed Wire Massacre?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh the inhumanity!

~CREDITS~
Jacob Collins vs Johnny Maverick – Brion
Matthew Kurtis vs Chris Casino – MJ

Marina Blue vs Vincent Black – Brad

Foot Knives vs Young Money – Bean