Aggression 5-27-2011

“The Perfect Drug” hits up in the speakers and from the back to a mixed reaction, leaning heavily on cheers, is Violet Harper.

JENNY JERSEY: From Portsmouth, New Hampshire; she stands at five feet eight inches while weighing in at one hundred and thirty-nine pounds… VIOLET HARPER!

Violet walks down to the ring and climbs up into the ring as the fans slowly die down…

“THEY SAY I’M COCKY!
AND I SAY WHAT?
IT AIN’T BRAGGIN’ MOTHER(BLEEP) IF YA BACK IT UP!”
REBEL BANANA!

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, originally from Paducah Kentucky he now hails out of Durham, North Carolina!
He is “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Kurtis slaps hands on the way to the ring, peering out from beneath his hood up at the ring. He makes a circle around ringside for the screaming fans,
then slides in and pops up to the top turnbuckle, flipping his hood back and extending his arms. He tosses his hoodie to the crowd and backflips off the
top to a pop, then turns to face Harper, all seriousness. Referee Alan Stone checking Harper, now comes over to check Kurtis.

BUBBA J: Bunch of pansies, mainly Kurtis, wanting a ruled match… the pussy.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Chad’s been in some of the bloodiest battles in Rebel Pro history.

BUBBA J: Yeah, the pansy has turned soft.

Senior referee Alan Stone looks at both wrestlers, then calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

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

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

MIKEY MASSACRE: For weeks Violet has wanted a tougher and tougher opponent to face and she now has one in Chad Kurtis.

BUBBA J: I don’t like The Show, in fact I hate The Show with the passion of anything you can name with a lot of passion; but his technical skills are nearly unmatched by anyone in the wrestling business.

Both up to a standing base again, Harper tight-lipped. She knows very well that The Show has shown her up. Some of the crowd even chant “you got served!”
Circle again, into a tie-up, Kurtis again wins with a side headlock. Harper tries to break out the way she did before, and gets the hammerlock, but Chad
reverses quickly into a hammerlock of his own, then right back to the side headlock! Shout of frustration by Violet Harper, but she tries a different tactic.
Elbow to the abdomen of The Show, two, a third breaks her free! Harper hits the ropes and comes off with a clothesline, ducked by The Show! Harper skids
to a stop and turns around, only to be met by a dropkick! Right back up is Harper, Kurtis catches her with a hip toss — blocked! Harper reverses to a hip
toss of her own, but Kurtis lands on his feet! Kurtis with a

quick jab to the gut of Harper doubles her over, leg over the head, rocker dropper? Harper stands
straight up, flipping Chad up, again Kurtis lands on his feet! Right hand by Harper, Chad ducks and wraps around, full-nelson attempt? Harper fights out,
reverses around and hits a BACK SUPLEX on Chad — NOOO! CHAD AGAIN FLIPS OUT AND LANDS ON HIS FEET! Harper turns around, TOEKICK, BENT OVER! CK FINALE
— Violet Harper sweeps the legs of Chad quickly, looking for a catapult! Had Kurtis’ finisher well-scouted, has the man’s legs, shoots him into the turnbuckle!
The Show nimbly lands right on the second turnbuckle, Violet turns around, reverse cross body by Chad connects center ring!

ONE!

TWO! Harper kicks out!

BUBBA J: Close call for the brawling beauty.

Chad with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Harper kicks out! Third cover!

One!

Two!

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

MIKEY MASSACRE: Harper cannot solve The Show!

BUBBA J: Give her time, she’s a graduate of the Frontline Academy, she’s just testing The Show right now.

Back up, The Show snapmares Harper over. Kick to the spine! Harper grimaces in pain but watch Kurtis! Off the ropes like a shot basement dropkick to the
mush of Harper! STANDING MOONSAULT! Cover

one!

two!

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

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

BUBBA J: Told you, now go and kick The Show’s ass!

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

One!

Two!

Chad out well before three. Harper hooks a chinlock, Chad fights his way to his feet. One, two, three elbows, Chad leaps
and springboards off the middle rope with a spinning kick! Harper ducks, she’s done her homework and knows all about Chad’s springboard preferences. Chad
turns around — BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Pop-up, another one delivered by Harper, sending Chad right overhead! Kurtis slower to get up this time, Harper hits
the ropes —
RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!
Chad sidesteps! Springboard off with a moonsault — INVERTED DDT! SHOWTIME! Kurtis pops back to his feet —
STANDING SHOOTING STAR!

ONE!

TWO!

Harper ROLLS THE SHOULDER!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just like that, Kurtis able to swing the match back in his favor! The man can potentially utilize every single square inch of that ring as
an ally…

Kurtis picks up Harper and perches her… on the top rope? He climbs up, Harper fights him! Exchange of punches on the top turnbuckle, she shoves
Chad off! Chad lands on his feet RUNS RIGHT BACK UP FRANKENSTEINER! Harper hits the canvas, prone, Chad points to the turnbuckle! The crowd rises
to their feet and yells as he makes each leap!
“BEST!”
“MOONSAULT!”
“EVERRRRROHHHHHHHH!”
Harper gets the knees up right into the soaring Kurtis’ mid-section! No way even The Show could change direction after committing like that! Harper rolls
to her feet as Kurtis gasps for breath, doubled-over….
YAKUZA KICK!
And this time Harper connects, full speed right to the side of Chad’s head! Harper hooks the leg

ONE!

TWO!

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

MIKEY MASSACRE: He is definitely the Innovator of Offense here in Rebel Pro!

BUBBA J: Why don’t you go and marry him already, since you are in so much love with The Blow.

Harper picking herself up, Chad still on the outside ring apron. He waits for his man to get up… SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! SIDE-STEPPED! Chad slammed down
to the canvas, Harper off the ropes, Chad rising to his feet…
ROARING ELBOW! Chad hits the canvas hard and Harper covers

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Kurtis out! Harper picks her man up, says it’s over, looking for THE Purple Haze…
but Chad fighting, throwing back elbows! He breaks free of Harper, hits the ropes and comes off with a lariat! Ducked! Chad’s momentum spins him around,
Harper gets a backdrop CUTTER! Harper CUTTER! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—
NOOOOOO! CHAD KICKS OUT!

Harper looks up at referee Alan Stone in disbelief, holding three fingers up. Stone screams TWO! TWO! as the crowd can’t believe it. Harper picks Chad up,
looking for a vertical suplex — Chad flips out at the apex! BEHIND Harper —
SUPERKICK! BLOCKED! Harper with a superkick of her own! Connects! Kurtis is prone, Violet to the outside…
630 Degree Senton!

ONE!

TWO!
THRE—

SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!
ROB MARTINEZ: Now it’s The Show’s turn to be in disbelief! Harper got the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!

BUBBA J: Come on now, that has to be three, Stone counting slow in his old age.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I admit, it was close, too close for me to agree or disagree.

Violet picks Chad up, whip into the ropes. Reversal by Chad, Whisper In The Wind from Violet puts Chad down on the canvas. Asai Moonsault, Violet with another cover!

One!

Two!

Thre–

Chad, reflexively, with the shoulder up preventing the loss. Violet pulls Chad up, whip into the ropes, rolling knee strike to the gut. Violet off the ropes, Shining Wizard!

BUBBA J: Violet busting out some of her favorite moves, big time moves putting The Show down!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never count The Show out, you and I both know that.

Violet pulls Chad back up, Bridged German Suplex for another cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–

Shoulder up.

Violet makes another quick cover.

One!

Two!

Thre–
Chad with another kick out, but it was closer to three this time. Violet drops a quick knee onto Chad’s forehead before climbing up top..

MIKEY MASSACRE: Corkscrew 630 Degree Senton!

BUBBA J: Violet with the cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

NO! Chad manages to somehow get a shoulder up right before Alan’s hand slaps the canvas. Violet is upset, the crowd is gasping and still standing. Some fans are standing on their chairs, some are shoving trying to get a better view. Violet waits back…

BUBBA J: She’s going…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Purple Haze!

Cover!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… Violet Harper!

Violet gets back up, leaning heavily on the ropes, nodding at Chad, who was a tougher opponent; the toughest yet.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Where are you going?

Chad rolls out of the ring as “The Perfect Drug” hits back up in the speakers.

“Attitude” by The Misfits slowly dies away to be replaced with…

“I’m A Rebel” and that only means one thing… Larry Gordon walking out with a cane? And looking paler than a bleached white sheet? The crowd, a bit shocked, still give Gordon a standing ovation, but you can tell they are definitely worried for the Rebel Pro Owner. Gordon steps up the corner steps and Jenny Jersey is there to hold the ropes open for her boss and friend. Gordon receives the microphone from Jenny and thanks her off-mic for her kindness.

“Hello Rebel fans…”

Gordon is noticeablly shaken and not at his full strength, in fact probably around fifty percent, if that. However, the fans still cheer him on, the man smiling his gratitude and appreciation for their faithfulness.

“Right now, I should be back at home… I should not be here, instead resting…”

The crowd hushes, noticing that it is difficult for Larry to speak much louder than a whisper.

“I had to fight to even get out of the hospital yesterday in order to come here. In fact, when the doc finds out that I’m not at home resting… I’ll probably be ordered back into the hospital and put under lock and key.”

He laughs, but a tear rolls down his cheek at the seriousness of his condition.

“But let me explain my condition to you all, it is you that is my family as well and deserve to know.”

Another tear and the crowd is getting really somber.

“Last week, I had a massive heart attack right inside this ring.”

He pauses to catch his breath and to try to get it under control.

“Last week, they brought me back from death twice so that I wouldn’t be leaving this Earth. They said that I needed to lose weight… a lot of weight.”

He rubs his belly and smiles through the tears.

“As if I didn’t already know that one…”

He chuckles, the crowd does as well to help him along.

“But they said that coupled with my weight, the way I eat, and the stress of running a business in this economy… brought it on.”

He holds up a hand.

“But it is also due to the fact that I’ve been negotiating a national tour and TV deal for Rebel Pro which greatly increased the stress level.”

Again he holds up the free hand.

“But you are all well worth it and given the chance, I’d do it again because I love this company, Ilove you fans…”

He is getting really emmotional now.

“Which is why the next information comes so hard…”

He fights the tears and emmotion back.

“I’ve got a few options here. One I can sell Rebel Pro.”

The crowd boos a little.

“I know, but Ilove you all and Rebel Pro is my livelihood, as well as what I love. Two, I can null and void the National TV deal as well as National tour…”

The crowd cheers a bit, they’d rather have Rebel, even if it means no National TV coverage.

“But I’ve chosen the third option instead…”

The crowd huses.

“With the major medical bills I piled up last week, the stress level, and the fact that I love Rebel Pro and want it to remain active, go on tour, and get the TV deal for National coverage…”

The crowd still hushed.

“I’ve decided to sell nearly half of Rebel Pro to…”

The crowd gasps at the mentioning of selling nearly half of Rebel Pro.

“To Simon Kalis…”

The crowd sits back shocked, and remain quiet as Gordon holds up his hand.

“I’m not sure who he is going to have come in and run Rebel Pro, but he has assured me that most things will stay the same, as well as since I own fifty-one percent of the company… I get final say so on all things concerning Rebel Pro.”

He smiles, but its through tears.

“It is truly the best thing for all of us because Simon has promised to do the best that he can, infuse Rebel with money that I could not afford to do with the rising medical bills, and give you all the hardcore action that you… that you…”

Gordon thumps his heart, but he holds up his free hand.

“That you all deserve.”

He smiles at the entire crowd.

“So, you may not see me for a while…”

Gordon turns, if possible, even whiter as the blood drains from his face.

“But I’ll still be… here…”

Gordon smiles.

“So, without further adue… Simon Kalis!”

Gordon leans in the corner, resting as much as he can as Simon comes from the back and to the ring.

“Remember The Name” by Fort Minor hits over the speakers as Simon Kalis steps out, his long time agent and friend Jeremy Gold at his side. Kalis adjusts the collar to his black and red Armani pinstripe suit as he slaps the hands of fans, Gold applauding in Gordon’s direction. Kalis and Gold step into the ring, and immediately Simon shakes Gordon’s hand.

SIMON KALIS: First off, before anything else? Let’s show Gordon some love folks.

Kalis begins applauding as does everyone in the arena tonight. Gordon nods in his direction.

SIMON KALIS: Mr. Gordon has always been the best owner to work for, he has always shown us he cares about the success of everyone in REBEL Pro and through the hard times and the good he has never waivered in his commitment to REBEL Pro.

The crowd cheers more, Kalis throws Gordon a friendly wink.

SIMON KALIS: I want to assure you all that I won’t be coming in here to suddenly change what makes REBEL Pro one of the best places to fight in the entire world. And while I now own 49% of this company, I won’t be here every week taking away from the great talent that gives their all week in and week out here in REBEL Pro. This won’t become the Simon Kalis Show, as I’m sure many people are now beginning to wonder… Because to ensure there are no conflicts of interest, after tonight I will no longer be competing in REBEL Pro.

The crowd boos, as Gold quietly speaks with Larry Gordon.

SIMON KALIS: I will in fact, be naming Jeremy Gold as the General Manager of REBEL Pro. He will take over the day to day operations of REBEL Pro, as Larry gets himself the proper rest and medical attention he needs. I will infuse my own capital to ensure that you guys get the best show you can have, and we’ll show the world what it is to be a REBEL!

The crowd cheers as Kalis throws the microphone to the ground. Kalis walks over to Gordon to check on him and help him out of the ring. Kalis raises Gordon’s hand as he helps Larry backstage and the crowd cheers as Gold follows them both, waving to the REBEL Pro fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ve been informed by Mr. Rob Martinez, that if Vincent Black does not win the following match he will be suspended until further notice.

BUBBA J: He can’t do that shit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: He can… and he did.

BUBBA J: Shut the hell up you bearded freak!

“No More Mr. Nice Guy” hits up in the speakers as from the back to a huge ovation is Kris Klondike.

JENNY JERSEY: From Campbell River, British Columbia; he stands at six feet five inches while weighing in at two hundred and eighty-one pounds… KRIS KLONDIKE!

Kris makes his way into the ring, a new task for him tonight; keep Vincent Black from returning to full time Rebel Pro action.

“Carbomb” hits up and the crowd boos heavily.

JENNY JERSEY: Next making his way to the ring from Glens Falls, New York, and weighs in at three hundred forty one pounds… VINCENT BLACK!

Black strolls down to the ring, shrugging off the boo’s of the fans. He jumps up to the ring apron and takes a huge step over the ropes, walking right up
to Kris and staring down the inches between their respective heights. Kris merely stares right back up to Black before referee Jimmy Johnson tries
to get in-between them to break it up before the bell rings. Black pushes Johnson aside, which makes him furious. He starts shouting at Black, warning
him if he doesn’t move back he will forfeit the match to Kris. Black blows his nose at Johnson and walks back to a corner. Johnson nods to Kris who then
dives at the back of Black while Johnson calls for the bell.

BUBBA J: That’s bullshit!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It isn’t like you haven’t done worse.

BUBBA J: That’s different.

Black gets knocked into the corner, dropping to the middle rope as Kris stomps a hole right through him, much to the fans delight. He grabs Black by the
hair while Johnson casually looks away to bring him to his feet, and throws him against the ropes. Black comes bounding off the ropes straight into a swinging
neckbreaker by Kris. Kris calls for a big elbow, climbing to the top rope. Black notices, however, and is back on his feet jumping to the middle
rope and meeting Kris up top. They trade blows for a moment before Black repositions Kris so he has both feet on onside of the turnbuckle and is leaning
across it, back to the sky. Black, with his back to the ring, grabs the arms of Kris and flicks back into a beautiful top rope pump-handle slam.

BUBBA J: That’s it, kick his little woody ass!

MIKEY MASSACRE: You are really into this match, aren’t you?

Vincent Black stares at the crowd as Kris lies twitching on the mat. He turns back to Klondike, pulling him up to his feet and sending him against the ropes.
When he returns Black jumps in the air and places a perfect boot on Kris’ face, dropping him instantly. Black then proceeds to place a huge leg drop on Kris. Pulling him up again, he sets him up for a suplex, but Kris blocks it with his leg reversing it into a great suplex of his own. Too tired to make
any move from it, both men lay on the mat, trying to get their breath back.

BUBBA J: Get up Vincent, kick his ass and get your contract back!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Vincent starting to stir here.

Black is on his feet again, hunched over and waiting for Kris to get to his feet before he makes his move. As Kris turns around, Black brings him up for
a spinebuster and drops. On his head, as Kris reverses the move into a DDT. The fans go crazy, chanting for Kris endlessly as he draws strength from the
crowd. He pulls Black up to his feet, and leaves him standing dazed as he ascends to the top rope. Before he has a chance to jump though, Black hits him
with a huge uppercut, dropping Kris to a sitting position. He places Kris’ legs on his shoulders, turns around and drops a huge New Hope on Zeke,
who cripples as soon as the move hits.

BUBBA J: Here ya go big man.

Black makes a cover as Jimmy Johnson takes the count almost to a three, before Black rolls off and smiles at Johnson, wagging his finger. The fans boo as
Black starts to inflict even more punishment on his downed opponent. Johnson constantly checks on Kris as Black starts mocking the referee, asking Kris
if he’s ok before giving him another forearm to the head, then checking again. Johnson pushes Black away and has words with him in the corner. Black looks
pissed and spits on Johnson before pushing him out the way and charging at Kris.

BUBBA J: Get out of the way Johnson, you might get hurt too… ha ha ha ha.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I think Black made a mistake there.

BUBBA J: Vincent is back and kicking ass!

A well-timed drop toe-hold brings the big six foot eleven inch Vincent Black face first on the mat. Kris then starts applying a leg lock to the right leg
of Black. Letting go of the hold he drops a few knees of his own onto the leg to keep it hurting before applying a simple leg lock on it again, holding
and stretching the leg out as Black tries to reach for a ring rope. Johnson sees Black reaching for the ropes, and gets right in between Black’s hand and
the ropes while he is checking if Black is going to tap out. Black tries to push him aside but can’t in the current situation as Kris pulls back even harder
on his leg. Black finally wriggles free by landing a kick with his other leg against Kris’ chest, and crawling to the corner.
He pulls himself up to his feet and charges at Kris as soon as he gets to his feet, but drops half way across the ring and clutches at his knee. The
fans start laughing as Black starts swearing loudly to Klondike, Jimmy and the fans. Kris drops another knee onto Black, causing him to cry out again, then
drops a large knee right on Black’s head. That one he doesn’t cry out to, he just lays there. Kris calls for a big time knee drop!

BUBBA J: Fall you dumb bastard!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kris going for a killing shot!

He takes a huge dive from the top rope, but Black quickly rolls out the way, leaving Kris hitting the mat hard. Black struggles to his feet and pulls up
Kris, setting up The New Hope here. As he tries to bring Kris onto his shoulders, his knee gives way and lands a half-hearted powerbomb into a cover
as Johnson makes the count.

One!

Two!

Thre

Kris with a shoulder up!

BUBBA J: What a damn slow count!

MIKEY MASSACRE: It was normal, you are just pulling for Vincent.

BUBBA J: Like I’d ever pull for Klondike, the Canuk.

Black starts getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes, but Kris is up quicker and right back on the offensive, grabbing Black and setting up Big Timber(tombstone
piledriver), but Vincent counters with a tombstone piledriver of his own! Black lifts Kris up, New Hope!

BUBBA J: My boy just broke the fuck outta him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Black going for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match and receiving his full contract back to compete here in Rebel Pro… Vincent Black!

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

~Commercial hyping up Danger Zone, live from the Harold Alfond Arena in Orono, Maine~

We come back from commercial break with both men already in the ring and waiting for the opening bell.

DING DING

Ace wastes no time in delivering a right hand shot that rocks Justin back on his heels. Justin ducks a haymaker from Ace, getting inside his reach delivering a double fist to Ace’s chin sending him stumbling back instead. Justin with a hip toss has Ace on his back. Justin with a leg drop, but Ace rolls out of the way and up to his feet delivering a roundhouse kick, but Justin ducks under lashing out with a kick of his own.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Ace avoids that kick from Case as these two continue going back and forth.

BUBBA J: Honestly, I think Ace has this one in the bag, Case has talent but lacks a little something.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What?

BUBBA J: Where is that drive when he was going after the World Title? I think he left his balls in his manager’s pocketbook.

Justin dives forward with a shoulderblock, but Ace leaps over him and to the top rope. Ace springs back, coming down with a kick to Justin’s temple, but Case catches Ace…

Spinebuster!

BUBBA J: Like, where is the hardcore?

MIKEY MASSACRE: Never been Justin’s style, he doesn’t need it.

Justin pulls Ace up to his feet, delivering right after right into his face until Ace’s back is against the ropes. Ace with a fall back sending himself and Case over the top. Ace holds onto the top rope before flipping himself back into the ring. Justin gets up to his feet as Ace comes flying over the top, crashing into Justin with a plancha sending them both into the railing that protects the fans.

BUBBA J: Holy Mackeral.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Ace with a dive that connects and moves the barricade back a few inches!

Ace pulls Case up, nailing him in the jaw with a stiff right hand before he drags his face across the barricade and dropping him throat first across the barricade for good measure. Ace whips Justin into the ring post, Case smashing into it with a resounding thunk.

BUBBA J: If Case genuine cialis online uk wants to kiss something, he orta pick your mom.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Yeah I kn… hey shut the fuck up!

Ace lifts Justin up, but Case has a few elbows for Ace’s midsection before lifting his knee to meet Ace’s face with a crunch. Justin looks up at the sound, a smirk on his face as well as a line of blood. He lifts Ace’s head up, blood pouring from his nose as he slams it on the table where Bubba J and Mikey sit announcing. Justin smears Ace’s face across the table before smashing it onto the table for good measure right in front of Mikey. Justin whips Ace towards the ring, but Ace counters sending Justin into the apron instead. Justin arches his back as Ace comes flying onto the apron, landing on Justin’s shoulders. Case drops him with a spinebuster just as Ace tries for a hurricanrana on the unforgiving floor. Ace arches his back in pain as Justin lands the move and tries to catch his breath.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Back and forth action here from Justin and Ace, both bringing some major intensity.

BUBBA J: Maybe Justin has found his balls in that pocketbook, or he could only have one nut, which is totally better than none at all.

Justin leans forward, slapping the spit right out of Ace’s mouth before he brings him up to a standing position. Justin with a knee lift, but Ace catches the knee, spinning Justin around and nailing a bulldog onto the floor that gets him a brief ressput at the least. Ace digs under the ring, pulling out a kendo stick, a chair, and a cheese grater? Ace looks at the items, tossing them into the ring, but he holds onto the cheese grater, bringing it down across Justin’s back for good measure and a ton of pain to the former Rebel Pro World Champion. Ace lifts Case up, slamming the grater down Justin’s pants and lifting it up and down vigorously; Justin howls in pain(as any man would) and fights Ace off with a few well placed rights and lefts.

BUBBA J: Ace grating that fromunda cheese.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Fromunda cheese?

BUBBA J: That cheese fromunda Case’s nuts.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sick.

BUBBA J: Fuck yeah its sick, now look.

Ace swipes the grater across Case’s face sending him back. Justin fires off with a right though, backing Ace up against the apron. Case levels him with an elbow strike before rolling him inside the ring. Justin follows in, setting up the steel chair. Justin lifts Ace up, whipping him into the ropes…

Arn Anderson Spinebuster!

Yeah, right onto the chair, breaking it with the first time its used in this match and Ace may be out cold. Justin with the first cover of the match.

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Thr

Ace with a shoulder up as a beer bottle comes flying in from the crowd.

MIKEY MASSACRE: There is a trash can beside you, ya know.

BUBBA J: Yeah, but now they can use it in the match without ever leaving the comforts of the ring.

Ace clocks Case over the skull with the bottle smashing it into bits and causing Justin to bleed even heavier. Justin rolls up to his feet as Ace rolls up to his as well. Collar and elbow lockup, Case with a thumb to the eyes and a knee to the gut.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Just Too Talented!

BUBBA J: I think, Case may have found his balls, but like I said at least one of ‘em.

Case makes the cover after Ace’s head lands on the dented steel chair.

One!

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DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match… “The Millennium Game” Justin… Case!

Case rolls up to his feet, leaning backwards on the ropes as the crowd boos heavily and the blood pours down his face from the wounds Ace Olen inflicted upon his personage in this match. Justin looks down with distaste on his face at Ace as Hostile jumps the barricade! Hostile in the ring nailing Case from behind with a lead pipe.

BUBBA J: Now, that is what I’m talking about!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What attacking someone after a match?

BUBBA J: Hell yeah!

Justin stumbles forward, but Hostile is there nailing him in the back of the skull again before lifting him up and piledriving his head on top of the chair. Hostile lifts Justin back up, him being out on his feet, and whips him into the corner. Hostile spots the kendo stick and picks it up before going to damn town on Case’s face and midsection.

BUBBA J: Kick his ass and protect that title!

MIKEY MASSACRE: Why don’t you go and join?

BUBBA J: Normally I would, but I ate Mexican at El Jalapeno’s for supper and I think its gave me the shits.

Hostile with a choke hold, using the kendo stick for leverage, sends Justin out cold. Hostile climbs up top, diving off with the New Jersey Head Shot. Hostile stands back up, breathing a little heavy…

HOSTILE: Next week Case, you find out… why I am the Aggression Champion. You think you can rule this fucking show?

Hostile sneers.

HOSTILE: Well, bitch, I’m going to rule you next week.

Backstage at the Aggression Arena, we find rookie talent Violet Harper once again knocking on Larry Gordon’s door. She’s dressed to impress with a low-cut top and a tight black skirt. She gives the camera a smile.

Rob Martinez: ENTER!

It’s not Larry, though. It’s Rob Martinez, Larry’s temporary replacement until Larry is fit to come back as the leader of RPW. We all hear Mr. Martinez is a nice guy, though. Violet opens the door to find two men in his office.

Rob Martinez: Hello Miss Harper, we’ve been expecting you.

Violet looks a little confused, but sits down regardless with a smile. Both men are trying hard to keep their eyes focused. Yes, she really is that hot. We’re not kidding.

Violet Harper: Mr. Martinez, and…I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure?

BUBBA J: Name’s Bubba, Miss Harper. I’ve been calling your matches since you came into Rebel and I must say, I have been impressed with ya so far.

Violet Harper: Well, Bubba, thank you.

She drifts into a southern accent to please him.

Violet Harper: It’s nice to meet you.

Rob Martinez: Bubba here is the answer to the question you’re about to ask me, Miss Harper. Larry left me with explicit instructions to make this happen.

Violet Harper: And what question is that, Mr. Martinez?

Rob Martinez: You want to continue to prove yourself here in RPW, correct?

Violet nods. Bubba’s got a big grin on his face.

Rob Martinez: Well, this man right here is a two-time Rebel Pro World Champion. He’s a legend in this company, and if anyone can really test your merit and push you past your limit, it’s him.

Violet smiles.

Violet Harper: Well that sounds great, Mr. Martinez. I’m not tryin’ to step on a lot of toes, but I just have this ambitious streak inside of me. I see what I want, I get what I want.

Rob Martinez: Very well, Violet. We applaud your ambition and that’s why at Danger Zone next week you’re going to have a match with Bubba J!

We can hear the crowd pop on that announcement. Bubba J returns to a Rebel ring, if only for one night.

BUBBA J: I’ll beat that ass good, Violet. Don’t you worry, you’re gonna get everything ya want and more.

Violet gives Bubba a smirk.

Violet Harper: We’ll see if you can really hang with me inside that ring, Bubba.

Bubba nods and Violet gets up from her seat, leaving the office and shutting the door behind her. The camera is still inside Larry’s office.

Bubba J: Hot damn that’s a fine-ass woman, Rob. Thank you.

Rob Martinez: Hey, I don’t want a sexual harassment suit to come out of this. It’s a wrestling match.

Bubba J: You got it, boss.

Cut back to ringside, where hopefully Bubba J makes it back in time to call the main event.

The two circle the ring out of each other’s reach, fainting the occasional kick and shot. That is until Lisa circles ‘round to the corner where Jeremy Gold happens to be standing on the apron yelling at her, and belts him between the eyes, where upon he falls to the floor covering up. At that Kalis lunges forward but Lisa feels it coming and dodges aside and then catches him on the turn with two kicks to the stomach. Kalis catches the third and launches her back, but Lisa rolls through and shoots forward with another that Kalis passes by. He then drops with a Legsweep that Lisa leaps over and then trades with a kick aimed at his head that he flattens out to dodge. This leaves Lisa standing with her back to him and leaping up into a Standing Moonsault, which she lands on her feet when Kalis gets up his knees. She then throws up an Axe Kick for good measure, digging her heel into the mat when Kalis rolls out under the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa trying to press the early advantage and Kalis wisely stops it.

BUBBA J: Call it like it is. He pussied out of a fight.

The fans applaud their efforts but Lisa is far from done and hits the ropes to fire herself toward Kalis, who easily steps aside. Lisa however keeps running, bouncing off the ropes and flying the other way, where she takes flight over the ropes and comes crashing down atop Jeremy Gold.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Jeremy Gold gets annihilated on the floor!

Kalis moves in and whips Lisa hard to the rail before taking a second to help up his friend. He then leaps aside as Lisa comes running, letting Gold take the impact from a Yakuza Kick that turns him inside out. Lisa then turns and walks into Kalis, who presses her up into the air and lets her fall gut first onto the nearest rail.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa gets carried away on the attack and pays for it.

BUBBA J: Took that shot like a champ though.

Kalis then pulls Lisa to her feet and smashes her face first off the apron before thrusting her into the ring, sending her feet first in while leaving her head under the bottom rope, where he cracks her with an elbow for good measure. Kalis then jumps up to the apron, takes two steps and then comes down with a Legdrop across her chest, knocking the wind from her and sending her back through the ropes. Kalis then follows her in, pulling Lisa off the mat and taking a shot in the stomach the backs him up. The two then square off again, but Kalis is suddenly thrust aside when Jeremy Gold rushes in and crashes through Lisa Seldon.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Cat fight!

Jeremy sits up on top of Lisa throwing some hilarious punches and slaps, right up until the point where she grabs him by the hair and pulls him off. Lisa then steps back to her feet, bringing Gold up with her at arms length. He cowers and covers his face, which doesn’t at all help him when Lisa pulls him in and sticks a knee into his chest that buckles out his legs, or at least would if Lisa didn’t pull him back up standing and into a straight left hand that leaves little cartoon birds spinning around his head.

BUBBA J: This kid has taken more shots to the face than your mother.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Momma Massacre was a saint!

With intermission over, Lisa turns around and walks right into a Thrust Kick from Kalis, sending her to the floor. Kalis then follows up with an Elbow Drop for good measure. He then settles into a Chinlock and gives Jeremy Gold a kick to get him back off the mat. When he finally does, Kalis and Gold each take an arm and whip Lisa to the ropes and catch her with a Double Shoulder block on the return. Jeremy seems quite pleased with his contribution thus far and throws up a hand fro a high-five, but Kalis shoots him a look that goes a long way toward implying that Shoulderblocks do not earn high-fives. Instead they pick her up off the mat again and put her into a corner.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Both men teaming up on Lisa now, who really brought this on herself.

BUBBA J: Can’t blame her. I’d punch that fuck in the face every chance I get too.

Lisa is then whipped across the ring and buried hard into the buckles. Jeremy is then sent after her leaving Kalis to gather his bearings in the corner, but turning his back to the action turns out to be a mistake when Lisa rushes out of the corner, ducking a Clothesline from Gold and then leaping into a rolling Koppu Kick on Kalis that rattles the back of his head. Lisa then fights back up and turns in time to catch Gold running in; who immediately skids to a halt, falls to the mat and covers up his face. Lisa instead moves in behind him and sends a kick down his spine before pulling him back off the mat from behind. Lisa then tags him with a few shots and leaps up for the finishing touch, or at least she would if he hadn’t already collapsed in a heap.

MIKEY MASSACRE: And Gold saves himself from the worst of it.

BUBBA J: For now, but he aint safe.

Lisa steps right over Gold to go back at Kalis, but the second she’s in front of him Gold leaps up and grabs her around the waist. Gold reaches back with all his might but can’t get her off the ground and eats an elbow for his troubles. He holds on though, even if only to stop her turning around and murdering him, but the hold allows Kalis to run in, catching Gold around the waist as he holds onto Lisa.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He’s gonna kill them both!

Lisa tries to catch the ropes but Kalis pulls back and then buries his feet. Gold’s face pales but he can’t stop it, and Kalis arches back, pulling both Lisa and Gold off the ground and burying them both with a Double German Suplex, Gold laying in a heap and Lisa spilling across the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Huge fucking burst of power from Simon Kalis.

BUBBA J: Fuck off, the weight about 300 pounds between them.

MIKEY MASSACRE: I don’t see you lifting three hundred pounds. Except from that beer gut.

BUBBA J: Packed full of only the best.

Lisa is clearly rattled as she clambers up, but not as much as Gold, who gets slapped upside the head by Kalis for his troubles.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Dissension in the ranks.

BUBBA J: I think it’s more like boyfriend troubles.

Simon gives Gold a push for getting involved, who in turn complains about Lisa punching him in the face. Lisa is working her way into a corner, but she’s the least of anyone’s troubles as Gold and Kalis go back and forth.

BUBBA J: Why is this douchebag even allowed in the ring?

MIKEY MASSACRE: That’s the rules of Rebel Pro. No DQs, no outs.

BUBBA J: No I meant the other one.

Apparently with no intention of leaving, Gold moves in behind Kalis on the attack again, earning him some spite from the fans. However that all turns when another figure sprints down to the ring.

MIKEY MASSACRE: What the hell? That’s…

BUBBA J: Anna Mathews.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anna Mathews of Victory Wrestling!

BUBBA J: Guess she brought some back up. You know anytime you get into it with Kalis that he’s going to be surrounded by every fucking leach and nobody he can find.

Anna rushes the ring, passed Kalis and into Gold with a Dropsault, putting them both to the mat. Kalis then moves to stamp down on her but she rolls to safety and into the corner of Lisa Seldon. With one too many people, three of whom are actually wrestlers now, the referee finally steps in to address the balance.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like they’re throwing this match out.

BUBBA J: Bullshit. Just get the kike and the batshit crazy bitch out of the ring and get this thing restarted.

The referee goes to call for the bell but both Lisa and Kalis warn him off. There’s some back and forth between them, leading to the referee calling for the announcer. A few of the fans closest hear what’s about to happen and pick up a cheer.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just be informed that this match will restart as a Tornado Tag Team Match.

Gold is stunned. Not least of all when Anna floats across the ring with a Spinning Heelkick. Meanwhile Kalis and Lisa rush into the fight, each putting up and burying Yakuza Kicks. The two back off then for just a second, before Kalis hurls a vicious Chop into Lisa’s chest with enough force to put her down. He holds onto her arm though and pulls her back up, only to put her down with a second. He then fires off a third, but Lisa ducks this one and ends up behind him, where she throws a kick overhead and just catches him on the dome as he goes to duck. Lisa then jumps to her feet and spies Anna on the apron looking to get back into the fight. Lisa then takes a run at her and Anna jumps up into a Springboard, just as Lisa flies between the top and middle ropes to take out Gold on the floor. Meanwhile Anna comes off toward Kalis, who just manages to get his head together and pluck her out of midair, where he sticks her to the mat with a beautiful Sitout Powerbomb.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Anna shoots in but Kalis buries her! And the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And out! He might have winded her for a second but she’s far from done in this one.

Kalis rolls her to her feet and catches her for a Suplex, snapping her over and straight into the canvas. He then rolls through and brings her into the air for a second, but Anna floats over and lands out on the apron. She holds onto the ropes and shoots a kick that he manages to duck, but a Shoulderthurst from Kalis gets dodged as well, leaving him open for Anna to catch him with a Legdrop across the back of the head. Kalis then falls back through the ropes and onto his back.

BUBBA J: Maybe I was wrong. Watching these chicks fuck up Sinbad and his sidekick might be the highlight of my night.

Anna comes over the ropes and down with a Senton that Kalis rolls to the apron to avoid, but doesn’t get a second to breath as Lisa Seldon comes off the top-rope, pointing two knees and driving them into his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis avoids one shot but then gets buried with the Horror Pop from Lisa.

BUBBA J: I wonder if he’s realising about now that teaming with a guy who can’t wrestle was a mistake. A shit, no he isn’t, he does that with Emily Corlen all the time, so why would it change now.

Lisa rolls a whole mess of Kalis back into the ring toward Anna, who leaps with a huge standing knee-tuck Moonsault on Kalis for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis escapes at two!

Anna rolls off of Kalis and crosses the ring with a Dropkick on Gold, currently pulling himself up on the apron. She then leaves the ring to go after him as Lisa perches herself on the top-rope, waiting for Kalis to rise.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa waiting on him to rise.

Kalis gets to his feet as Lisa comes off the top-rope with her knees aimed at his face, but Kalis stumbles to one side and catches her around the waist, holding her in place for just a second before dropping down and smashing her knees first into the canvas. He then rolls backwards, onto his feet and into the ropes, returning with a knee that rips through her face.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis opens up huge with that shot. These two have gone back and forth on each other all night.

Kalis doesn’t get a second to celebrate though as he spies Anna leaping in off the ropes, but he steps up big and crushes her with a Huge Bicycle Kick in the chest that blasts her back through the ropes. Kalis then turns back to Lisa, dragging her off the ground and into Muay-Thai Clinch, where he digs a knee into her chest. Lisa bends over and Kalis moves around to her side, putting up his leg and burying his foot into the back of her head.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Remembrance Kick! And Lisa goes down!

Lisa drops to her knees and Kalis flattens her out for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No! Only a two!

Lisa rolls onto her front as Kalis grabs a hold of Gold and points him toward the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Big finish coming up, I can feel it.

Kalis gets behind Lisa as Gold moves out onto the apron, where he points it Kalis and tells him how great this next move is going to be. Kalis shakes his but lifts Lisa up onto his shoulders and Gold leans back for the jump, but what neither of them see is Anna creeping up just around the corner, and just before Gold goes she goes first, springing to the top-rope and leaping off with a twist, catching Gold around the head as he gets to the top-rope and snapping back, burying him with a huge top-rope Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: That was huge!

BUBBA J: I’d have taken him out with a bat but I suppose that’ll do.

Meanwhile Lisa sticks Kalis with a series of punches to the head, easing up his grip and allowing her to spin around on his shoulders and toss him into a corner with a Hurricanrana of her own. Kalis moves forward but Lisa comes running, smashing him with a Shotgun Dropkick in the chest that shoots him back into the corner. In the opposite corner Anna gets Gold to his feet and whips him into Kalis, sandwiching the two of them in the corner before crossing the ring with a Handspring Back Elbow that she buries into Gold’s jaw. He stumbles forward and Lisa takes a run, stepping onto Kalis’ chest and putting a foot in his face to

throw her backwards into a flip, where she catches Gold around the neck and snaps back, annihilating him with a DDT.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa and Anna performing like a team that’s been together for years.

BUBBA J: That’s what happens when you’re at this level of the game. A level you never reached, which is probably why you’re so surprised to see it.

Lisa clears Gold out of the way as Anna comes along the apron and puts a foot into the back of Kalis’ head to stagger him forward. She then leaps up over the ropes and onto the top turnbuckle, where she throws herself back into a high arc, landing on Kalis shoulders and burying him with a snap Hurricanrana.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A Huge series of moves puts Kalis down and leaves no one to break up the pin.

Later on Lisa will watch this video and scowl at Anna for always having to go one up on her with flippy shit, but for the time being she drops to her knees and throws up an arm, counting along as Anna cradles his legs for the pin.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: No!

BUBBA J: Fuckin’ Hell…

MIKEY MASSACRE: Kalis kicks out! He won’t stay down!

Anna seems confused and Lisa is violently offended at the referee’s inability to count three when that’s obviously what it was, but the referee insists and the fight goes on, with Kalis crawling into the ropes. Meanwhile all eyes fall to Jeremy, climbing up the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Oh that’s a mistake.

Gold gets to the top-rope, just in time to see Lisa sprinting across the ring to nail him between the eyes with a Yakuza Kick, knocking him for six. Gold tips forward but doesn’t fall, and Lisa jumps aside as Anna rushes in, covering the ring with a Cartwheel and then leaping up into a Moonsault kick, cracking Gold across the back of the head. This time he looks to fall, but Lisa steps in and catches him on her shoulders. She then moves to the centre of the ring, pushes Gold straight up into the air, steps back and lets him fall straight into a Roundhouse Kick that rips through his face.

BUBBA J: These chicks sure know how to fuck a boy up.

Gold lands on his knees and Lisa hits the ropes in front of him, running back in and leaping up to bring both knees into his face before smashing him against the mat. Lisa then rolls clear and points to the top-rope, where Anna comes off with a Corkscrew Moonsault, smashing through his chest.

MIKEY MASSACRE: A helicoids combo of moves ends with Anna crushing him with the Twisted Destiny. And she covers.

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MIKEY MASSACRE: And Kalis slips past Lisa at the last possible second.

Lisa Seldon gets him with a kick as Anna goes out to the apron, but as Lisa goes to send Kalis through the ropes he turns it around and sends her in his place. Anna then jumps up for a Springboard and into a Shooting Star, but Kalis pushes Gold out of the way and steps in, catching Anna around the neck as she turns and smashing her into the mat with the Ace Crusher.

MIKEY MASSACRE: The Tears of Redemption! And he wipes her out.

BUBBA J: Bullshit.

Kalis jumps back to his feet and spins around, just in time to catch Lisa running in and pull her up onto his shoulders, where he calls for the move again. Kalis then turns to spin her off to his back, but Lisa sticks a knee in the side of his face, causing him to fall into the ropes. Lisa then presses herself up onto the shoulders as if for a Hurricanrana and then falls back, pulling his head down and cutting his neck along the top rope.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa with the Widowmaker and almost tearing off his head!

BUBBA J: Kalis falling back, right inna line for a hell of a lot more pain.

Lisa points up to the air, getting a rise out of the fans who know exactly what’s coming next. She then leaps up for a Springboard, but never makes the ropes as Kalis runs in and blasts her with a Yakuza Kick, cracking her skull and spilling her back out to the apron. Kalis then wastes no time in slipping through the ropes and dragging Lisa back to her feet. He then pulls her for a Uranage, leaping off the apron and bringing Lisa down, back first, cracking her off the apron.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He buries her on that move!

BUBBA J: That cheap bastard. None of his own shit can finish the job so he’s pulling out the Rupture.

Kalis lands in a heap on the floor as Lisa lays flat on the apron. Kalis then drags himself off the floor and moves toward the ring, pulling back the curtain and going hunting for someone weaponry. He pulls out a table and gets a raucous cheer, but after a moment he shakes his head and throws it back.

BUBBA J: Looks like Simon is going soft. What a pussy.

Kalis then moves the other way, walking half way around the ring and putting his hands on a section of the guardrail, which he forcibly yanks out of place.

MIKEY MASSACRE: More like a madman Bubba. Looks like he’s gonna pry the Rebel Pro title out of her cold dead hands.

Kalis returns around the ring with his guardrail and pulls it up flat, using it to bridge the gap from rail to ring. He then leaps back up to the apron and nails Lisa with a series of shots to the back before pulling her up from behind and lifting her to the ropes.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Sentencing of the Damned! He’s gonna put her right through that rail!

BUBBA J: That’ll do it alright.

Kalis gets to the second and pulls back Lisa’s arms before lifting her into the move, but at the height of it she drops back, falling to her feet behind him with the aid of the ropes, which she uses to leap up and crack Simon on the side of the head with a Roundhouse Kick. She then bends him back.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Viledriver!

But he braces himself and refuses to go over. Lisa then lets him go and turns him around, cracking him with a Forearm that gets answers with one of his own, sending her along the apron. Lisa then steps forward and puts a Front Kick into his chest that sends him to a knee, but he forces himself back up and fires off swift, hard kick into her ribs. Lisa then shoots for another kick but Kalis catches her leg and pulls her in for a Capture Suplex, backing her up along the apron to put the rail behind him.

MIKEY MASSACRE: This is it!

Kalis lifts her off the ground and snaps back, but Lisa holds onto the ropes and then shoots up a knee into his gut, just enough to break his grip and send him away. They then both drop to a knee, looking shot, but Jeremy Gold picks up the pace again, pushing Kalis off to the floor and out of harms way, before unloading on Lisa with a series of Open-hand Slaps to the face.

BUBBA J: Jeremy Gold going Ape Shit.

MIKEY MASSACRE: He must be sucked on so much coke right now.

Gold unleashes every shot with an unholy scream, finishing with one before backing up along the apron. He stamps his foot.

MIKEY MASSACRE: No way…

After three he leaps forward for the Golden Ticket, but Lisa steps in past it and rattles his brain with a huge Roundhouse Kick that leaves him rocked, out on his feet and slowly tipping forward off the apron. Lisa however catches him under arm, cradling his head and leg.

BUBBA J: Yes yes! Mess that kike up!

Lisa centres herself on the ring apron above the rail before pushing Gold up, Olympic Slam style, and spinning him around in front of her as she leaps off the apron. The fans are agasp then as she kicks up her legs and points Gold straight down to the earth, offering him no protection whatsoever as she cracks his head off the rail, which buckles and then yields to the impact, bending it in two around them as they plummet to the floor. The fans leap to the feet in shock.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Lisa with the Tequila Slammer off the apron, through a fucking guardrail and then down into the floor.

BUBBA J: Tequila Slammer number 6 if you wanna be picky.

The fans are in awe. Cheers and screams as Lisa peels herself out of the wreckage, leaving Gold in a crippled and twisted mess amongst the steel. The referee dives in to check, but it’s clear he’s gone and the X is thrown up.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Gold is out. This match is over and he is seriously hurt.

EMTs flood the scene as Lisa backs out to safety, moving off to the ramp where she runs into Anna Mathews, who happens to be holding all the belts. Meanwhile Kalis finds himself in the ring, looking down into the wreckage as EMTs do their best to extract Gold safely. He then looks toward Lisa, a cold and grim stare masking his face, as Lisa answers back with a pleasant smile.

MIKEY MASSACRE: Looks like these two didn’t settle anything tonight.

BUBBA J: Can’t wait to see them go at it again. Mostly because I love watching him get his shit fucked up.

Kalis points Lisa down and shoots her a few words, but Lisa replies by lifting both titles high above her head. Meanwhile Anna has an arm around her neck and a title of her own. The AoWF IC title in fact… which is odd but so is she, so let’s just go with it.

We jump backstage, post main event, where Marvin Humperdink whose name is really dorky and stupid is standing by with Lisa Seldon and Anna Mathews. To her credit Lisa looks a little messed up, but she is messed up so let’s just go with it. Other than that, they look giddy.

Marvin Humperdink : I’m standing by with Rebel Pro and AoWF World Champion Lisa Seldon.

ANNA MATHEWS: And me~!

Marvin Humperdink : Now, a great back and forth contest, but did you really have to do that to Jeremy Gold?

Lisa looks confused.

LISA SELDON: Fuck yeah I did. I promised to go out there, do what I do. And what I do is mess up faces and ruin bone structures.

Marvin Humperdink goes to talk some more but Lisa snatches the mic out of his hand.

LISA SELDON: Beating Kalis again doesn’t do shit for me and I knew I could bait them into the fight I wanted, which is exactly why I had Anna here for backup.

For good measure she grabs Anna by the head and tussles her hair. What wonderful friends they might be.

LISA SELDON: Because not only can I beat Kalis, but I can stomp on every single person he knows, just because. And now, maybe next time we get together, he’ll actually give me a reason to care.

Lisa Seldon then tosses the mic aside and moves off, Anna already halfway down the hall, shouting something about being AoWF Champions of everything in her strange broken English. Unfortunately Lisa doesn’t get away so smoothly, and walks right into Marina Blue.

MARINA BLUE: Oh… hey.

LISA SELDON: Hey…

A really vicious and painful silence follows. Suddenly things are very awkward.

MARINA BLUE: So… I guess you saw the video then.

Lisa looks both ways. Her horribly pale skin blushes ridiculously.

LISA SELDON: Why yes I did, and I’d love to talk more, but I have to leave now because, well… now because this is really awkward or anything, but for a whole other reason altogether.

Lisa then rushes passed Marina and off out of shot. Seeing some serious emotional human interest on the horizon, Marvin Humperdink barrels in.

Marvin Humperdink : So Marina, looks like you were just shot down by Lisa Seldon. Anything to say on that.

Marina, rather than answering, shoots him a look – not at all a happy one – sale of cialis and then leaves rather purposeful.

Marvin Humperdink : Well, looks like there are a lot of issues on the horizon for the stars of Rebel Pro. So join us next week for another exciting edition of Rebel Pro with Danger Zone!