Aggression 8-8-2011

*****BOMBS AWAY!*****
***So much for my revenge, eh?***

A loud rumbling is heard as a Harley Davidson Chopper motorcycle pulls into the parking lot of the Gaylord Entertainment Center in Nashville, Tennessee. A helmeted man steps off his Harley, pulling off his helmet to reveal a Confederate Flag wearing bandana and a fairly fresh scarred appearance; it is that of Bubba J. He looks around as he walks over to where he finds Masakazu watching him from the back door, where he enjoys a smoke before heading in with his father(who is already inside). Bubba J looks around and notices what he isn’t looking for.

Bubba J: What, no help Masakazu?”

Masa continues smoking his cigarette as he glares at Bubba J with contempt on his face; J just shrugs.

Masakazu: Hey man, what happened at Victory was just business man, you know how it is ri-

J lashes out with a fist, but Masa avoids the blow easily enough, but J is a bit quicker in kicking Masakazu right in the balls(the damn dirty fighter). J gets down in his face, Masa is gasping for breath as anyone would be who got kicked right in the balls.

Bubba J: I’ve done a bit to Simon, he’s done it right back to me. However, you were in on that little escapade back when I was sidelined for several months and this…”

He indicates Masakazu’s predicament.

Bubba J: Is just business, your dad’ll understand.”

He spits on Masakazu.

Bubba J: But I don’t give a fuck if he don’t either. Time to raise the hardcore factor of Rebel Pro and well I know that camera is recording and my time to play is just about half-way gone before those inept guards come out here and ruin my fun…”

He pulls out a sharp razor blade, cutting down Masa’s shirt before he has a chance to do anything. Masa begins to fight back, but J lifts him up, sending him on top of a car’s hood with a spinebuster. J once again gets back in his face.

Bubba J: Now, I was just gonna slice and dice a bit, but I do have something else I can do.”

He climbs up on the hood, dropping Masa onto the roof with a piledriver and beginning to pick up the pace.

Bubba J: Damn guards, always wanna ruin the fun.

J slides off the car as Masa lays there unconscious and heads to his pack on the Harley. J digs in there and pulls out a set of firecrackers and the ever present lighter. J takes the razor and slices through Masa’s pants before ramming the set of firecrackers right onto Masa’s genitals.

Bubba J: Don’t go and get all happy Masa, cause this… ain’t gonna sting…”

He looks down at the firecracker as he lights the tiny fuse and smirks.

Bubba J: Its gonna fucking hurt.”

The guards rush out, having been alerted, as J walks in pointing over his shoulder.

Bubba J: Bombs away boys, but I don’t think you’ll make it in time.”

He whistles as he heads past them and into the door as we hear loud popping and screaming coming from Masakazu.

Mikey Massacre: Those seemed to be M-80s!

Linzi Martin: I don’t think there’ll be any more babies in Masa’s near future, nor any relaxing sexual action.

*****Justin Case versus Bobby Lee & Jeremy Gold*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following match is a Handicap Elimination Match!

The crowd cheers and seems expectant.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first!

” Victory ” by P Diddy and company hits the P.A. Out comes ” The Millennium Game ” Justin Case! He stands at the entrance way, with his manager behind him, as pyro shoots on either side while he raises his oh so talented arms in the very talented air! Case struts down the ramp as Hugh Aredone limpingly lingers behind.

Jenny Jersey: Accompanied to the ring by Hugh Aredone… He is THE MILLENNIUM GAME… JUSSSSSSSTIIIIIIIIIN CAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSE!

He struts to the squared circle with a cockily arrogance that only he can endeavour. Once from inside the ring, he steps to the second turnbuckle and poses for the crowd on hand. Whether they like him or not, it does not matter. His manager hits his cane on the apron showing his approval. Jumping off the ropes he prepares for the match pulling on the upper rope as his music ends.

Linzi Martin: Man has he got his work cut out for him tonight.

Mikey Massacre: What? Are you shitting me?

“Born This Way” by Lady Gaga hits as Bobby Lee drags Jeremy Gold with him from the backstage area.

Jenny Jersey: His opponents! The acting General Manager of REBEL Pro, JEREMY GOLD! And of course… BOBBY LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

They get into the ring and look around. Gold shivers.

DING DING DING!!!

Mikey Massacre: There’s the bell and as much as I hate to say this, I feel really sorry for Jeremy Gold and Bobby Lee right about now.

Linzi Martin: I feel sorry for Jeremy, but not so much for Bobby Lee…

Justin Case looks at his manager Hugh Aredonne incredulously before he inches toward Jeremy Gold and Bobby Lee, both of whom take off running to the outside. Case just shakes his head as Bobby Lee jumps into the lap of a very large fan at ring-side.

Mikey Massacre: You’ve GOT to be kidding me…

Linzi Martin: Yeeeah, this won’t be a mat classic by any means.

Mikey Massacre: This is going to be a squash-fest.

Linzi Martin: More like a beat-down.

Jeremy Gold tries to do like-wise, but sees Hugh Aredonne waving his diamond cane at him. Gold begs off and backs toward the ring as

Case grabs him by the hair and pulls him on the ring apron, glaring into his eyes as Jeremy Gold flicks a weak punch and screams loudly in Case’s face.

Mikey Massacre: Is Jeremy SERIOUS?

Linzi Martin: I don’t think that will have any effect on Justin Case.

Case just rolls his eyes and suplexes him back into the ring. He then picks him up for a belly-to-belly suplex and smirks at his handy-work.

Mikey Massacre: Yeeeah, this is going to get ugly quick.

Linzi Martin: And Bobby Lee is nowhere to be found!

While Justin Case pounds Jeremy Gold with mounted punches, the camera catches Bobby Lee trying to run away, but one of the REBEL Pro security workers grabs Bobby Lee over his shoulder and tosses him back toward the ringside area. Meanwhile, Justin Case locks in a Sharp-Shooter as Jeremy Gold is tapping out and crying in the process, but the referee reluctantly does not call for the bell yet.

Mikey Massacre: Fans, normally this would be the end of the match, but thanks to Simon Kalis’ diabolical mind, if Case doesn’t pin Gold and Lee within ten seconds of each other, the match starts from scratch!

Linzi Martin: Diabolical? He’s a genius, Mikey! When will you give credit where credit is due?

Mikey Massacre: When pigs fly.

Bobby Lee then sneaks behind Justin Case and goes for a quick roll-up attempt as the referee makes the count.

Linzi Martin: What’s Bobby Lee doing here?

One…

Two…

Mikey Massacre: He almost got him!

Linzi Martin: Nah, he’s just delaying the inevitable.

Justin Case looks at Bobby Lee, shaking his head as Lee tries to go for a palm strike, but gets hit with his trademark Inverted Facelock Neckbreaker maneuver as Lee lies lifeless on the canvas.

Mikey Massacre: Oh no, The Benchmark!

Linzi Martin: Bobby Lee has just died on Aggression!

As Jeremy Gold pulls himself up on his feet, albeit wobbly, Case slaps on his crossface and Gold immediately taps out again. Justin Case then turns his attention to Bobby Lee and lifts him up for a quick Double Underhook Piledriver, planting Lee hard on the canvas as Lee’s right leg hangs outside the ropes while lying lifeless.

Mikey Massacre: Please God, just end this NOW!

Linzi Martin: Referee with the count…

One…

Two…

The referee then sees Bobby Lee’s leg outside the ropes and stops his count as Justin Case looks absolutely livid about the call.

Mikey Massacre: Apparently Bobby Lee’s foot was outside the ropes!

Linzi Martin: What ring awareness by Lee!

Mikey Massacre: Oh, bull-crap!

Justin Case then picks up Jeremy Gold with a Fisherman’s Suplex, leaving Gold completely out of it. He then lies a lifeless Bobby Lee and Jeremy Gold back-first on the canvas and goes to the top rope.

Linzi Martin: I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen here!

Justin Case then positions himself on the top rope and launches mid-air with a Shooting Star Press on top of both Lee and Gold as he lies on top of both of them for the pin.

Mikey Massacre: This has GOT to be it!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Linzi Martin: What a nail-biter!

Mikey Massacre: Oh come on, Linzi… this was just an out-and-out slaughter!

Jenny Jersey: Ladies and Gentlemen, here’s your winner… JUSTIN…. CASE!!!

Linzi Martin: Justin Case fought the odds tonight and picked up a HUGE win!

Mikey Massacre: I’d hardly call beating Bobby Lee and Jeremy Gold “beating the odds”…

Linzi Martin: Justin Case beat not one, but TWO people tonight! Give him some credit for once!

*****That‘s a Copperhead Right There!*****

Bubba J walks down the hallway, whistling some tune as though he doesn’t care about the match against Vincent Black tonight, cause he knows it’ll be fun as anything you can think of. He walks up on Jeremy Gold’s door, and kicks it open to show Jeremy watching something he shouldn’t be watching while at work. Gold looks up and notices that Bubba J is carrying some bag that he got from somewhere.

Bubba J: Hey Gold you faggaty piece of shit, how you doin’?

Gold looks terrified and is probably pissing himself, we just can’t see it.

Bubba J: Nevermind, don’t answer that cause I really don’t give a shit.”

Bubba shrugs before walking around the desk and pulling Gold up.

Bubba J: You know the drill, where’s Simon?”

Gold doesn’t answer, fear of both Simon’s wrath as well as that of Bubba J. J just shrugs and kicks him right in the gut and face pounds him into the desk repeatedly until he’s out cold. J opens up the desk and writes on Gold’s forehead, “Bubba J was here, Simon, I’m looking for you.” J then pokes the bag repeatedly, making something his and rattle loudly before he shoves Gold’s head into the bag and continues making the thing inside the bag very angry. J walks out and points over his shoulder with his right thumb.

Bubba J: In that bag… well… that’s a copperhead right there.”

He smirks before heading out of the office entirely and whistling until he comes to the area right behind the backstage curtain. He turns back to the camera that is still following him.

Bubba J: JT Whiplash, you think that you tricked anyone with them flags and that snake?”

He shrugs.

Bubba J: You probably fooled someone on drugs with a very bad alcohol problem… but then again that is something you’d know all about.”

Another shrug.

Bubba J: But before we get into this battle of words and actions, there is something that we need to do and that is get Rebel Pro back to the hardcore violence it was once known for.”

He stares into the camera.

Bubba J: You, Vincent Black, and myself can do that. Those fans have been cheering us lately cause they know that when Vincent Black and Bubba J say something about going hardcore… its gonna happen and some sumbitch is gonna get busted open to show red.”

He stares.

Bubba J: You say that you bleed the red, white, and blue of the Confederacy… but can you show to everyone that you can bleed the red of Rebel Pro? Can you stand up to the pain? Can you handle something truly damn hardcore anymore? Can you stay here for more than two weeks and make it long enough to make people fear your chair swing? Your barbed wire boot? Can you JT?”

He growls the next into the camera.

Bubba J: Prove to me that you can because if Rebel is going to be hardcore once again… we need a true veteran who can swing a chair, can stomp the shit out of someone, be that man JT… man up and be ready to go balls to the wall.”

He turns, but then turns right back to the camera.

Bubba J: Or Gold up and be a pussy. Your choice, I’m waiting on your answer. Are you with Vincent and me? Or are you against us?”

He holds up one more finger.

Bubba J: Make no mistake, I still don’t like ya, but I recognize the fact that you can be hardcore, if you can hang with the Real Rebelers of this federation.”

Vincent Black walks up behind Bubba and both men nod as they stand behind the entrance curtain, we hear Jeremy Gold start to scream now as we fade to ringside…

*****2/3 Falls*****
*****Bubba J versus Vincent Black*****

DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The following match is a TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH!

“Reign of Terror” hits up in the speakers as from the back, to a more than usual positive reaction; more and more cheers accompany these guys the more and more they wrestle. The camera pans around to see several hundred “Hardcore Drinking” posters, as well as some Vincent Black and Bubba J posters.

JENNY JERSEY: Now making their way to the ring, in the two out of three Falls match… Vincent! Black! and… Bubba! J!

Vincent nods at the mentioning of his name, Bubba J does the same. Black taps Bubba J on the shoulder, J looking up at his partner and friend before Black points to the Rebel-tron and J smiles his approval. Black digs under the ring as J heads backstage and comes back moments later with several spools of barbed-wire.

Mikey Massacre: It seems as though Bubba J and Vincent Black are to set up the match before they go through it.

Linzi Martin: This… is… so… hot.

Mikey Massacre: Well the AC has been on all..

Linzi Martin: No, this makes me so…

Mikey Massacre: And fans the team of Hardcore Entertainment are wrapping barbed wire around the table as well as leaving strands of it in a mangled twist on top of the table.

J and Black nod to each other before looking to the ring and heading down. Black once again digs under the ring pulling out a ladder while Bubba J removes a few chairs from fans’ hands as they gladly give them up for some hardcore fighting. J tosses them into the ring before taking a slug from a Jack Daniels bottle that snuck into the building; the bottle is drained and tossed into the ring as well. Black tosses several bottles into the ring, they break upon impact.

Mikey Massacre: They are setting up the match and with each piece of hardcore material, the fans are getting more and more anxious for what promises to be one hell of a fight!

Linzi Martin: I know, I’m getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it.

The fans begin a “Hardcore!” chant that bounces off the arena’s walls and seems to be getting louder and louder. J stands in front of a camera and does the Hulk ear thing and mouths something.

Bubba J: Hear that Simon, they are chanting for hardcore, not a bunch of pussies fighting seeing who’s got the bigger lips.

Bubba J and Vincent go around the ring getting the crowd up onto their feet, which nearly every single fan, but a couple in a wheelchair do and they are cheering loud enough anyways. A fan, who has modled his crutches to have barbed wire on one and thumbtacks on the other offer one each to Black and J; they take them greatfully. Black turns to Bubba and they swing, starting the match! The crowd explodes!

Ding Ding

The crutches come together, but Black is a bit faster as he nails J in the gut with a boot and brings the crutch down on his back.

Mikey Massacre: They are actually fighting!

Linzi Martin: Oh… ummm… yeah… oh…

Mikey Massacre: What are you doing?

Linzi Martin: Do you really want to know?

Mikey Massacre: Not really.

J nails Black in the thigh with the end of the crutch, dragging the tacks along and ripping a bit of jeans in the process. Black pounds him in the face with his knee before tossing him throat first down on the railing and causing him to fall back into the fans there. Black yells at them to get out of the way, and they do easily enough as he pulls J up into a powerbomb position. J thumbs him in the eye and Black drops him, but J pulls him down with a DDT onto the hard concrete. J makes a cover.

One!

Black kicks out quickly, not wanting to lose the first fall here in this match. J pulls him up, punching with stiff and quick right fists right into his tall ass face. Black stumbles back from the onslaught until he kicks out with a karate kick onto J’s knees and we hear J swear loudly.

Bubba J: Bastard!

Black smiles as he brings down an elbow onto J’s skull, sending him to one knee. Black backs up about ten feet…

Mikey Massacre: He can’t, he’s just too big!

Black completes the Shining Wizard, probably decapitating J, but there is no gush of either beer or blood, so J’s head must still be attached. Black makes the cover.

One!

J gets his shoulder up, not going down that easily, not this early anyways. Black helps him back to his feet, nailing him in the face with some left and right jabs before finishing off the combo with a right and left similtaneous uppercut that sends J flying up and backwards from the impact. Black stalks over, leaning down and J is smiling as he kicks Black right in the nuts, with steel toed boots.

Black: Fuck!

Black holds his balls as J comes firing up with a headbutt rocking Black and making him stumble backwards. Here comes J, swinging a chair, and connecting solidly on the crown of Black’s skull and now Black is sitting up against the railing. J comes with a running knee, but Black lifts him up and over the railing to drop on the opposite side. This small area is destroyed, but the fans are still up on their feet. J pulls himself up and heads over to Black, who slams a tray of jalapeno nachos into his face, causing the Ragin’ Redneck to spin away as the hot pepper juices run into his eyes and cause major tears. Black climbs onto the railing, perching his large frame there and leaps off, bringing down the barbed wire crutch into J’s back and he goes down. Black drags the crutch back and forth on Bubba’s back, ripping the shirt and sending blood flowing out of his skin. J struggles up, but Black helps him to a point before slamming his head into the railing.

Mikey Massacre: I still can’t believe they are actually fighting, I figured they’d… just wouldn’t.

Linzi Martin: I’m unavailable for comment at this point in time.

J drops to his hands and knees and here comes Black with a field goal kick, connecting solidly with J’s ribs hard enough to roll him over onto his back. Black climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a double foot stomp, but J kicks out connecting with his knee and Black stumbles away. Vincent turns around, but J is right there shoving the nacho tray into his face and hammering it home with an elbow right to the eyes. J grinds the hot pepper juices into the eye with his thumbs before hammering Black’s blind face right into the ring apron once, twice, three, four, and five times! Black fires an elbow, but J saw it coming and spins out of the way kicking Black in the face with the toe of his steel toed boot and Black goes to a seated position against the railing. J leans down driving several knees home into his face that eventually bust him open with a slight cut over his right eye. J bends down, swinging for the fences and the barbs catch in Black’s face, ripping a bit of flesh and causing several more rivelets of blood to trickle down his face. Black shoves him back as he gets up to his feet and nails him with a vicious forearm that catches J by surprise. J rocks back against the railing and here comes Black with a leg lariat that sends him back over the railing to the fans, slightly down from where they’ve fought at before. J picks up a beer bottle, bringing it up in an uppercut as Black lashes out with a kick that sends the bottle right back into J’s face where it smashes lovingly against his face. J grunts from the impact of the foot and bottle that sends little pieces, along with one big chunk, into his face.

Mikey Massacre: They surely aren’t taking it easy on the other and we still haven’t had one fall!

Linzi Martin: Oooooooo I knooooooooooow.

Black lashes out with another kick, driving the glass home with the bottom of his boot and J’s head rocks back with authority and he falls to the concrete. Vincent climbs up onto the seats of two chairs before leaping as high as he can and coming down with a body splash with an elbow to J’s face for good measure. Black makes a cover.

One!

Two!

J gets a shoulder up and the crowd gasps, they can’t believe it, but Black knows just how damn tough Bubba is and smiles as J does the same; both are wearing a crimson mask and there are still at least 2 falls to go here in this contest of tag team partners.

Mikey Massacre: It was two, but not even close to a three yet.

Vincent pulls J back up, but he drags the broken neck of the bottle down Vincent’s thigh and brings a grunt of surprise and pain out of his partner and friend before driving the neck into Black’s cheek for good measure. Black with a forearm rocks J back, but J trips the blinded Black up, causing him to faceplant right into the seat of a chair and leave his bloody face print all over it, although it is severely smeared. J takes his turn to climb up onto a chair and come down with a double axehandle smash, but Black rolls off the chair and J has to catch himself, nearly falling himself. J turns around, chair shot right to the face and he crumples heavily onto the floor, perhaps out cold and here comes Black lifting him up for the New Hope onto a few chairs! Black has him up, but J rolls on over Vincent’s back somehow spinning and catching Black with a neckbreaker from Black’s finisher!

Mikey Massacre: My gawd what a counter!

J makes the cover now.

One!

Two!

Black gets his shoulder up and kicks out easily enough before the three.

Mikey Massacre: As with Bubba J, not even close to a three yet. Its going to take at least two finishers and then these two tough bastards may get a three to win the first fall!

Linzi Martin: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!

J stumbles up to his feet, the blood loss seeming to possibly be getting to him, but he pulls Black up and pounds his face into a stadium type chair, but Black pounds him in the ribs with an elbow before slamming his knee into J’s ribs to finish up the two shot combo. Black lifts J for a second, dropping his throat across the railing seperating the different levels before kicking him right in the face with a jumping kick that sends the bottom of his boot to split J’s lips open wide. Blood now begins to stream down J’s face and Black helps smear it a bit with a rapid firing of six elbows that has J’s back up against the railing. J almost topples over, but comes back firing a right and left punch combo. Black ducks under connecting with a sollid right uppercut and then nailing Bubba in the gut with a boot. Black pounds his face into the railing until the skin on his forehead splits and he lifts him up for another New Hope attempt. The fans below this level scatter as they see Black’s intentions, leaving about ten chairs together in their haste to depart. Black releases J, dropping him down about ten feet from the level above and he goes crashing through the chairs!

Mikey Massacre: DAMN!

Black looks down, climbing a bit gingerly onto the railing before launching himself off with a front flip into a body splash and driving an elbow right into J’s nose, causing it to bust upon impact. Black stays for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match’s first fall, Vincent Black!

Up in the corner of the Rebel-tron a “1″ goes up beside Vincent’s name

Simon Kalis: Hold up, hold on here a minute.

The crowd boos a bit as Simon comes out from the back, a microphone in his hand.

Simon Kalis: I’ve changed my mind, this is no longer a two out of three falls match, but instead is one fall to the finish. With that said, congratulations Mr. Black, you are the winner and Bubba J… you’ve! got! to! kiss! my! black! ass!”

He looks down to where Bubba J is sitting up against the wall, hatred written in his face. Simon smiles at him.

Simon Kalis: Fuck you Bubba J, and get ready to pucker up next week after you’ve disinfected those soon to be ass kissing lips of your’s.

Simon flips Bubba J off before turning and heading backstage; Bubba J seething with anger the entire time. Black helps him up to his feet, but J just stares at the curtains that wave after Simon passes through them.

Mikey Massacre: I can’t believe this! Its a Rebel Pro screwjob! Bubba J now has to kiss Simon’s black ass! This was supposed to be two out of three falls!

Linzi Martin: I don’t think I could have handled another two falls, I’m tired and my finger is really… really… really sore.

Black helps Bubba up and they begin to leave as Gold comes running out, his face bit by the snake Bubba left him. He seems ready to attack but then remembers he is a blithering pussy and falls down as Bubba and Black leave ringside.

*****The Teaser Redux*****

Suddenly, following the match, the lights go out in the arena again as the fans are wondering what’s going on.

Mikey Massacre: What is it with the last two shows having light problems?

Linzi Martin: All I know is SOMEONE better get to the bottom of this!

After a few moments of silence, we then hear the bagpipe intro again for “Copperhead Road” by Steve Earle like at the pay-per-view amidst the darkness.

Mikey Massacre: There goes those bag-pipes again! Are we getting a Scottish wrestler?

Linzi Martin: I don’t like the sound of this!

Finally, the bagpipe intro shuts off and the lights come back on with a rebel flag in each ring post with a moonshine jug in the middle of the ring, but unlike the pay-per-view, there’s no snake in the ring. But on the ramp-way sits a black and gold 1984 Buick Grand National with a “Don’t Tread On Me!” flag on the hood of the car.

Mikey Massacre: I recognize that car! Could the rumors be true?

Linzi Martin: I sure hope not. REBEL Pro doesn’t need anyone pushing the AARP discount age on the roster!

Finally, a nervous Jeremy Gold works up the nerve to open the car door to see who’s behind this. But when the door opens, Gold recoils in horror as we zoom in and see another Copperhead snake, this time in the driver’s seat.

Mikey Massacre: Somebody call Billy The Exterminator because REBEL Pro has a Copperhead problem!

Linzi Martin: All I know is we BETTER get some answers next week! This is getting ridiculous!

As Gold begins to cry and starts to run for the back, the REBEL Pro big screen shows a Rebel Flag on the screen with the date “8.15.2011… He’s coming home. Are YOU ready?” as Gold is shaking their head in fear at what might be ahead for them.

Mikey Massacre: It looks like next week, we’re going to get our answer as to who’s behind all this, though I have a good feeling who it is…

Linzi Martin: I think I’m going to be sick…

*****Hot for Teacher*****

Backstage we find rpw aggression champion, Violet Harper, dressed to impress with a tan tight skirt from her hips to a little past mid-thigh area, black blouse, and her lovely hair all done and curled up. she’s even got a cute pair of glasses on, adding to her almost school-like fantasy sex appeal. she’s not wrestling in tonight’s show since she’s still recovering from armed assault. you can still see a few scars and bruises, but she still looks amazing. she looks into the camera and smiles.-

Violet Harper: I just want to thank all the fans out there for your support and letters while I was recovering in the hospital. Even the men who sent me lewd pictures of their members wanting every inch of my body. Thank you, I guess.

She shakes her head, trying to block out the images.

Violet Harper: Last week was a huge step in my career because there were a lot of you out there that didn’t think I deserved to be Aggression Champion. Of course you had every right to believe that. I’m not nearly as misguided as lot of my coworkers around here and around the community. I didn’t earn it, in fact I felt a little shameful taking that title, but never once did I strut around thinking I was hot stuff because I was handed that title.

Pause.
Violet Harper: Well, to be fair, I am hot stuff. Just look at me.

She winks, giving the camera a 360 view. we wish she stopped at the 180 point, but she’s a tease like that.

Violet Harper: I made sure my opponents knew I was going to do everything I could to earn it. And while Legion thought he had me in his death grip and he was going to crush me, I managed to shock everyone, even him, but grabbing the title and holding onto it for dear life as he nearly drove me to Hell. I think my toughness, my determination, and my desire to not only rise to the top of this industry but learn from some of its greatest competitors puts me a cut above your average superstar here in Rebel.

Violet Harper: And I’m more than eager to prove that! Simon Kalis – no doubt you gave me an exceptional test last week, which I passed. I expect you to up the ante in my next title defense, because well.. sugar… I just wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

Violet Harper: The Harper Legacy began last week and it’s going to continue on as I show you, the Rebel Pro faithful, why I deserve this championship and give you all another champion you can love and adore.

Violet Harper: I don’t believe in getting to the top of something and then calling it quits. I will continue to earn my stripes, no matter how many matches I win or lose. That’s a promise, babes!

She smiles and then blows the camera a kiss, turning around and walking down the hallway. the camera view slowly falls to her buttocks area, and then quickly snaps back up before cutting back to ringside.

LINZI MARTIN: Yeah, girl power! Rebel Pro’s champions are showing why they’re the best, Mikey!

MIKEY MASSACRE: What I would do with that…man.. I –

We can hear a bitch-slap noise.

MIKEY MASSACRE: OWIE!

LINZI MARTIN: Serves you right, and you better hope I don’t tell her what you said!

*****A Fuck You Special: Guest Referee Simon Kalis*****
*****Legion versus “The Emerald Phoenix” Emily Corlen*****

Ding Ding

Jenny Jersey: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Fuck You Special Match! If Legion wins, he will become the undisputed number one contender to the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Championship!!!!

The crowd boos this announcement.

Jenny Jersey: And Emily Corlen will be stripped of her half of the REBEL Pro World Tag Team Title, and FIRED! Legion ONLY needs a count of 2 to win!

Linzi Martin: The deck is stacked against Emily here. She is also defending her tag partners face from meeting Legion’s fists, though I’m guessing after the attitude she’s had since being pistol whipped, defending Lisa isn’t too big on her priority list.

Mikey Massacre: This is another screw job waiting to happen.

“Dope Boy Fresh” by Three 6 Mafia hits over the speakers as The Order of Chaos skull emblem burns into the REBELTron.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first! He is the Special Guest Referee for tonight’s main event! The minority owner of REBEL Pro, he is SIMON KALIS!!!!!

Kalis steps out and is met with boos, to which his eyes widen and he throws his hands up in a “What the fuck? Are you seriously booing me?” kind of way. He’s wearing a striped referee shirt and jean shorts and black Jordans on his feet. Simon bobs his head to the rhythm of the song, black as fuck as he pretends to brush dirt off his shoulder at booing fans. He slides into the ring and offers an Order of Chaos salute.

Mikey Massacre: After he hit Bubba J with a REBEL Pro Screw Job earlier tonight, can’t help but wonder what he’s got in store for Corlen.

The lights in the arena go to black and the heavy bass of ‘Inside’ by NiN kicks in over the sound system. Rising from a hole set in the middle of the stage is Legion, a backlight showing only his silhouette. The arena lights come back up and Legion is joined on stage by members of his congregation and they all make their way to the ring.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing! LEGION!

Legion enters the ring as his congregation surrounds it. Simon nods and bows to Legion, hiding a big grin over his face.

Linzi Martin: I’ve known Simon Kalis a long time. I hope Legion realizes, Simon is a user. He will use Legion and the Church of Misery against people who piss him off in REBEL Pro, just so he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty.

Mikey Massacre: I don’t think Legion cares. He wants to burn the “unworthy” from REBEL Pro, and so it may be that their goals align.

Linzi Martin: Yeah but he called Simon a “convert”, and referred to this match as a “gift” to the Church of Misery. A tiding. None of you here know him like I do! Trust me!

Mikey Massacre: You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?

Jenny Jersey: And his opponent!

“Miseria Cantare(The Beginning)” by AFI hits as Emily Corlen steps out, her RPW World Tag Team title securely strapped to her waist. She stares across the entrance ramp into the ring with fire in her eyes.

Jenney Jersey: She is EMILY CORLEN!!!!

Corlen makes a beeline towards the ring, sliding in, taking off her REBEL Pro World Tag Team title and leaping into the air at Legion with it, smashing it across his masked face. Simon smirks, calling for the bell to start the match.

DING DING DING

Legion doesn’t fall, he merely stumbles back ever so slightly. Corlen bashes her title into his masked face again, and again and again! Legion leans into the corner turnbuckle as Corlen tosses the belt aside and climbs up over him in the corner, and begins wailing on Legion with lefts and rights. His hard masks reddens her knuckles till they bleed and she screams as she looks up, loud and frighteningly. She wraps her left arm around the back of Legions neck and jumps back, taking Legion with her into a DDT! The crowd explodes and Corlen throws herself onto Legion, covering and hooking the legs.

Mikey Massacre: Jesus, she is pissed.

Linzi Martin: Simon isn’t making the count.

Simon steps back, leaning his right shoulder back and staring at Emily’s ass with a huge chauvinistic smile on his face. Emily gets to her feet and gets right into Simons face. She doesn’t even say anything, she just pits her nose up to his chin and stares.

Simon Kalis: Touch me bitch. I dare you.

Simon looks at Legion as he gets up, nodding in Simons direction. Emily turns around and is immediately met with a big boot to the face sending Emily to the canvas hard. Legion grabs her tag team title and hoists it into the air before grabbing the straps and RIPPING IT APART WITH HIS BARE HANDS!

Mikey Massacre: Shit he just destroyed her Tag title.

Linzi Martin: Have you EVER seen someone RIP LEATHER with their bare hands like that? What strength.

Legion holds onto the center gold plate and waits for Emily to get to her feet. She shakes her head and gives out another war cry as she spins herself at Legion and spears him into the corner. Legion takes the edge of the center gold piece of the now destroyed REBEL Pro tag title and begins bashing it against the back of Emily Corlens neck as Emily charges him repeatedly with her shoulders. Emily grits her teeth, ignoring the pain until Legion moves forward and throws her to the canvas with ease. Corlen rolls, gets back to her feet and rushes at Legion who smashes her tag title into her face. Emily stumbles back, falls to one knee but doesn’t completely fall back. Simon watches on now, much more seriously. Legion cracks the gold plate from the RPW Tag title across Emily’s face and she hit’s the canvas hard. He begins wailing on her with it, just bashing it over her face repeatedly until Emily’s forehead rips open with blood gushing out as her nose bleeds with it too. Emily Corlen looks fucked up as Legion chucks that broken piece of the tag title aside and drops to his knees, placing his arms over as he makes the pin.

1!
T-KICK OUT!

Simon makes the fast count but Emily still manages to throw a shoulder up.

Linzi Martin: That was close! And remember folks, Legion ONLY needs a 2 count to win!

Mikey Massacre: What a bitch.

Linzi Martin: Who?! Emily?!

Mikey Massacre: No. Simon.

Legion does the unthinkable, and climbs the turnbuckles to the top rope. He stands on the top turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, the crowd shocked and in disbelief as Emily holds her face. Legion jumps off the top rope and hit’s a thunderous elbow drop across Emily’s chest. Emily feels it hard as she shakes and quickly rolls out of the ring to catch her breath.

Mikey Massacre: Bad idea, Corlen.

Legions congregation begins circling the ring to surround Emily. Corlen gets to her feet and kicks one of them in the face, sending him to the ground. Another guy grabs her from behind by her neck but she elbows him in the gut till he falls back in pain. A third guy runs and leaps at her but Emily grabs him by the throat and then throws him away like a rag doll. She grabs one of the men from the floor and rips off his mask, revealing a terrifying disfigured man behind it before looking up at Legion in the ring. Legion crosses his arms and watches as Emily circles the ring now, yelling at him. Emily holds the mask up before sliding back into the ring.

Linzi Martin: HERE WE GO!

Corlen is quick to her feet as Legion comes for her. She ducks a powerful clothesline and then cracks the edge of the mask against Legion’s throat. Legion stumbles back with a cough as Emily jumps up, wraps her legs around his waist and begins wailing on him with that congregation members mask against his throat. Legion falls down to the canvas, Emily still has her legs wrapped around him as she bashes the mask against his throat multiple times. She throws it aside and wipes the blood off her face, rubbing it onto Legions mask now. She then pushes herself against Legion, holding him down with all her weight on him. Simon actually goes to make the count now.

1!

Linzi Martin: I can only imagine what Lisa would say right now.

2!!

Mikey Massacre: Probably something about how Free Willy has beached all over Legion, and since he didn’t bring his crane I imagine he’s in some trouble.

KICK OUT!

Legion THROWS Emily Corlen off of himself and she hit’s the canvas and rolls away. Legion sits up quickly and gets to his feet. He grabs one of the leather straps from the now torn tag title and holds it by the end, with the small gold plate at the end of the strap.

Mikey Massacre: Whip the breeder time?

Linzi Martin: Breeder, tch.

Mikey Massacre: You saying you wouldn’t want to be one of the breeders?

Linzi Martin: …

Emily Corlen is on all fours, her face and nose still trickling with fresh blood. Legion stands over her and lifts his arm up and WHIPS the strap of the torn belt into Emily’s back. The gold plate at the end of it stings her spine as he whips her again, and again, and again. Welts begin to appear on her back and cuts too. Legion holds up the leather strap, the gold plate on it covered in Corlens blood. Corlen is down on the canvas and Legion whips the gold plate into the back of her head two times for good measure before chucking it aside, kicking Corlen in the ribs until she rolls over and covering.

1!

TWOO-KICK OUT! KICK OUT! CORLEN KICKS OUT!

Legion looks up at Simon, who shakes his head as he backs up. Simon props himself onto the top turnbuckle and lights a cigarette. Legion gets out of the ring and then goes under the ring and pulls out some tables, chairs and reels of barbed wire.

Linzi Martin: Oh shit.

Mikey Massacre: Legions getting serious now. Corlen just won’t go down! She’s even bleeding out the back of her head now, she might have a concussion and if she doesn’t I’d be seriously surprised.

Corlen seems dazed, and Simon rocks back and forth as he looks over her with a sense of curiosity. Legion sets up the tables next to each other on the outside before throwing a chair up over the top rope into the ring. He throws the reel of barbed wire into the ring as well before sliding back in. Corlen out of no where rolls herself onto her shoulders, flips, jumps up to her feet with a look like she’s possessed in her eyes as she hits BOOM! Headshot! On Legion! Legion stumbles around and bounces off the ropes before Corlen rolls him up! Simon smacks his hands together.

Simon Kalis: I’m on a smoke break, sorry.

Emily Corlen: YOU FUCKING DICK!

Corlen gets to her feet and scoffs

Simon Kalis: He’d have kicked out sweetheart.

Corlen sees the reel of barbed wire and grabs it as Legion sits up, shaking his head. Corlen wraps the barbed wire around Legions neck from behind, puts her knee into his spine and begins pulling back as hard as she can. Her hands begin to bleed, and Legions throat begins to bleed too as the barbs cut into his neck and throat. He reaches out and looks around as the camera zooms in on his eyes, somewhat in disbelief at the gall of Corlen. Corlen rolls onto her back, lifting Legion up now with both her knees digging into Legions spine. The crowd goes NUTS, they can’t believe her strength! Legions blood drips out over Emily’s chest joining her blood as she screams and yells for Legion to give up.

Linzi Martin: Holy shit.

Mikey Massacre: This is what we need man.

Simon looks on in astonishment before hopping off the top turnbuckle and walking over.

Simon Kalis: Give up, Legion?

Legion gives Simon a look. That’s all he needs to do and Simon looks at Corlen, the fierce anger in her face as she refuses to relent. Legion begins throwing wild elbows behind his back as a last ditch effort to get free and it works, the pressure of his weight and size against Emily’s knees is too much and she tosses him aside, letting go. She looks at her own hands, the barbs having sliced deep into them. She begins to crawl away from the mess, the ring stained all over the place with her blood but finally Legions blood joining it as he rips the barbed wire from his throat, bleeding from his neck. He holds his throat and Simon looks at each of them, possibly hoping he won’t get sued if one of them dies as he smokes his cigarette with a front row seat. He goes to check on Emily, but she shoves him aside. Simon goes to check on Legion, but Legion turns to look at him and he nods as he slowly backs away.

Mikey Massacre: Legion is bleeding from his damn neck and throat, but I don’t think major veins got pierced otherwise he’d be dead in minutes.

Linzi Martin: Over my few weeks working here, sitting next to you Mikey. I’ve learned it takes two things to compete and survive in REBEL Pro.

Corlen begins pulling herself to her feet with the ropes as Legion leans against a corner, holding his neck. One of his congregation takes a pipe from under the ring while another man begins burning it to heat it up.

Mikey Massacre: Oh? What’s that, Linzi?

They hand the pipe to Legion and the edge of it is red hot, Legion takes that edge and begins rubbing it against his neck and throat, wincing as he burns his wounds in an attempt to cauterize the wound from its continued bleeding.

Linzi Martin: Uhhhh…. Balls and luck. And I think Legion’s just shown us he has serious balls by burning his own neck to stop the bleeding. Jesus Christ.

Corlen grabs the chair Legion had thrown into the ring as Legion comes at her with his red hot pipe. (Stop thinking dirty thoughts sickos). Legion swings the heated tip at her, she ducks and slams the sides of the chair into his ribs. Legion takes a step to the side as Corlen hits an upswing, sending Legion into the corner turnbuckle. Legion shakes it off and climbs up, his feet on the middle turnbuckle. Corlen drops the chair and runs at him. He tries to swat her away with the pipe but misses, as Corlen stands up on the bottom turnbuckle and grabs him by the neck, pushing her thumbs into the cuts he just cauterized.

Linzi Martin: NO WAY! SHE IS NOT PULLING THIS OFF!

Emily screams in Legions face as she pulls up, lifting Legion off the turnbuckle. She spins and lays him out with her two handed choke slam, Seventh Heaven RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR! The crowd is ON THEIR FEET cheering as Corlen stumbles around. She hugs herself, rubbing her arms before falling to the canvas and throwing herself onto Legion for the cover. Luckily, Simons so impressed he goes to make the count.

1!

2!!

THREEE-NO!!! LEGION KICKS OUT! LEGION KICKS OUT! SHIT SON!

Legion kicks out, but does NOT throw Corlen off him like he has thus far. She rolls away, breathing heavily and bleeding all over the place.

Fans: REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL! REBEL!

Mikey Massacre: The crowd is loving this! What a main event it has been, I must say I’m surprised.

Linzi Martin: We can expect Legion to survive the onslaught of most people, but to see Emily still standing is great.

Mikey Massacre: Except she’s not standing and is bleeding out all over the ring.

Linzi Martin: Semantics my dear Massacre.

Legion sits up, breathing heavily as he turns to look at Emily Corlen. He slowly nods as Corlen gets to her feet at the same time.

Simon Kalis: Why don’t you just fucking die? What’s wrong with you?

Kalis says to Corlen as she pushes him aside and hops up onto the turnbuckles. Legion watches her. Corlen flies off the top rope and lands crotch-to-face on Legions shoulders. She sits there and begins wailing on Legion before attempting to flip herself and do a hurricanrana… Which fails. Legion instead lifts her back up and walks over to the ropes and lifts her higher… ENTER BLACKNESS TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH A TABLE! Emily Corlen is DESTROYED!!!!

Mikey Massacre: Oh man. Oh man. She is FINISHED!

Linzi Martin: NOOOOOO!! NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!! EMILY! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!!!

Kalis smiles, Legion gets out of the ring and lifts Corlen up on the outside. Corlen is out of it as Legion pushes her into the ring and climbs up onto the apron, getting into the ring.

Linzi Martin: Man… This sucks.

Mikey Massacre: I’m sure Lisa Seldon is somewhere in Boston, laughing at Emily Corlen bleeding like a pig. I mean it’s not like Legion gets her half of the tag titles. Lisa gets both, and gets to pick a new partner.

Legion points to Corlen, who’s got fresh and dried blood all over her. Simon nods.

Linzi Martin: I don’t know, I wouldn’t be laughing if I was Lisa. She is going to have to face Legion now at Prove Your Worth!

Legion drops to his knees, and covers Emily Corlen. Simon Kalis drops for the count.

1!

Linzi Martin: EMILY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!

Simon sits up, his eyes so wide open his fake glass eye almost pops out and his mouth gaping wide.

Mikey Massacre: No way…

Corlen, has her shoulder up.

Linzi Martin: RIGHT BEFORE HE HIT FOR TWO!!! CORLEN KICKED OUT BITCHES! CORLEN FUCKING KICKED OUT!!!!

The fans, the announcers, Simon and Legion, and all you assholes watching… SHOCK! AWE! WHOA! REBEL PRO!

FUCK YEAH!

Legion looks at Simon and back at Corlen, who coughs as her eyes roll around in her head. Legion covers her again.

1!

TW-KICK OUT!

Kalis shakes his head, and Legion punches Emily in the face and slams her head against the canvas. He covers again.

Fans: CORLEN! CORLEN! CORLEN! CORLEN!

1!

Fans: CORLEN! CORLEN! CORLEN! CORLEN!

TWOOOO-NOOOOOOOOO!!! SHE KICKS OUT! SHE KICKS OUT!!!

Legion gets to his feet and steps out of the ring. Simon kneels down before Emily and lifts her head up to see if she’s still awake.

Simon Kalis: I gave you this. Starr said I’d use you till I had no more use, but he was wrong. I broke Duff. I broke Starr. They weren’t strong enough to handle the freedom I gave them Emily. I was always a friend, look at you now. I make or break stars. So. Can you handle it where they couldn’t? Are you strong enough?

Corlen looks up and shoves Simon out of the way.

Simon Kalis: Prove me wrong, Emily.

Legion folds the table he set up on the outside and slides it into the ring. Corlen rolls away from Kalis who stands up and backs away. Legion enters the ring and sets the table up in the middle of the ring as Corlen gets to her feet, feeding off the energy of the fans. Legion grabs that reel of barbed wire you probably forgot was in the ring and begins wrapping it all around the table. He takes that chair too and sets it up before wrapping it to the table with barbed wire, until all of the whole reel is tightly wrapped to it.

Mikey Massacre: Here comes the end.

Linzi Martin: I can’t watch!

Corlen picks up her REBEL Pro Tag Team title, or at least the center gold plate since Legion ripped the title into 3 shreds. Legion grabs her by her hair and rips her forward toward him. He spins her around and lifts her into the air for a choke slam. Corlen begins bashing Legions head with the gold plate from her tag belt on top of his head where his face isn’t protected by the mask. She whips her legs up, around his neck and then pulls herself forward and slides off his back back to the canvas but not before bashing in Legions already cut up and burned neck. She cracks him in the back of the neck with the gold plate, gives him a low blow for good measure. Legion winces and bends forward holding himself. Corlen with another low blow which sends Legion forward. She grabs his legs and sweeps him off his feet, holding his legs between her waist.

Mikey Massacre: No way… She isn’t going to do this.

Linzi Martin: YOU CAN DO IT EMILY! GIRL POWER!!

Emily Corlen SCREAAAAAAAMS as the fans CHEEEEER her on! SHE LIFTS LEGION UP INTO THE AIR, SPINS…. THE CATALYST THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE WRAPPED, CHAIR MESHED TABLE!!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!

Corlen collapses, rolling Legion over but not before ripping some of the barbed wire and wrapping it around his neck as she pulls back on his neck while covering. Kalis, in utter shock, drops for the count.

1!

Linzi Martin: YES! YES!

2!!

Mikey Massacre: That didn’t just happen, man.

3!!!!!!!!!!!

Kalis leans back, wiping his mouth in shock as he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match… EMILY CORLEN!!!!!!!!!

The crowd here in Nashville is going NUTS as Simon raises Corlen’s arm while she remains laid out on the canvas. Legion holds his head and then pulls the barbed wire off his neck again. Legion rolls out of the ring, shaking his head as he begins making his way back up the entrance ramp.

Mikey Massacre: My hats off to Corlen right now. I’m in shock.

Linzi Martin: This whole arena, everyone watching at home… We all are.

Simon Kalis lights another cigarette and leans against the corner, watching as Corlen rolls around getting herself back together.

Mikey Massacre: She lifted this man up with pure, raw power. It had to be a burst of adrenaline, but still. It was amazing.

Corlen gets to her feet, and looks at Simon Kalis. Kalis salutes her before climbing out of the ring and leaving, heading back up the entrance ramp.

Mikey Massacre: Well folks. For Linzi Martin, this is-

Corlen gets thrown a microphone and shakes her head, cutting everyone off.

Emily Corlen: No… No… You can’t walk away. Not after this.

Kalis stops atop the entrance ramp

and turns around.

Emily Corlen: Not after what just happened. Does this prove I’m good enough to be here, Simon?

Simon looks around, smiling and nods.

Emily Corlen: Lisa! Does this prove I’m good enough to be your partner?! I don’t give a shit!

Corlen drops, and rolls out of the ring.

Emily Corlen: You’ve all treated me like a nothing, a nobody! FOR TOO LONG!

Corlen goes under the ring and begins chucking out big canisters of gasoline. Kalis squints as he watches her.

Emily Corlen: It’s time to take a stand. To make a statement. To show the world I’m deadly serious, boys.

Gold runs out from backstage, though Kalis jumps back when he sees Gold with all the snake bites on his face. Gold seems to be imploring Simon to stop her, as Emily Corlen begins pouring gasoline all over the ring.

Emily Corlen: You remember this, don’t you Simon? What you did to the PWA ring, to make a statement?

Corlen stands in the middle of the ring now, all of the canisters of gas empty. Simon looks at Gold and shakes his head, as he turns to watch.

Emily Corlen: What happens when a good soul is pushed over the edge?

Corlen, blood, sweat and all sparks a zippo lighter and throws it onto the ring. The spark flies and the ring immediately begins to burn.

Emily Corlen: EVERYBODY BURNS!

Corlen drops the microphone and looks around her as the ring begins to engulf itself in flames. Linzi Martin and Mikey Massacre abandon their posts at ringside and make a quick exit as fans at front row are directed by security to begin leaving. Simon watches on, lighting another cigarette and nodding in Corlen’s direction.

He smirks.

Corlen jumps out of the ring, grabbing the last piece left of her RPW Tag Team title, the center gold plate and the mask of one of Legions men and starts walking up the entrance ramp. Gold faints, falling off the stage and through a table below. Simon rolls his eyes. Corlen stops in front of Simon and looks him dead to rights in the eyes before pushing him aside and walking past. Simon watches the ring fall into itself as the crowd is evacuated and he leaves now too…

*****My Brothers Keeper*****

The lights in the arena go pitch black, leaving only the sight of the burning ring in the middle of the ring as the sound of “Mad World” by Gary Jules picks up over the speakers and the REBEL-Tron flashes a bright-white screen. The scene shows a hospital hallway, the camera inching down the hallway from a first-person perspective.

We can see nurses, doctors, patients and visitors all walking past the camera as it continues to make it’s way down the hall. Turning a corner, we can see a sign hanging which reads “Psychiatric Wing”. Further down the hall, there is a man, sitting on the floor, banging his head onto the wall and using his fingers to count to six — over and over and over again.

Finally, we get to the door at the very end of the hall, the camera pans upwards and looks through a small barred window. Inside, we can see the image of a man in a straight jacket. The names of all the federations in the AoWF begin to fade in as the music fades out. The words, “Coming Soon” fade in just as we see the man in a straight jacket, his head lowered and what appears to be different messages written in blood around him.

The image freezes on the screen as we fade to the REBEL Pro logo and out…

*****QUICK RESULTS*****

Justin Case defeats Bobby Lee & Jeremy Gold regardless of the CONSPIRACY!
Vincent Black defeats Bubba J as Simon Kalis pulls a REBEL Pro Screw Job!
Emily Corlen defeats Legion in a wild main event, then goes fucking crazy, burning things and such.