*****Safety First*****

The camera fades in on a conversation already happening, between Vincent Black and Larry Gordon. Gordon has a manila folder in his hand. Vincent’s face is still swollen and bruised, although slightly less than last week.

LARRY: “Vince, I’m sorry. Our fight doctor has told me you aren’t cleared. She won’t clear you for at least two months, and not until the injury is healed.”

Black yells.

VINCENT: “I’m a fucking REBEL champion, Larry! Are you gonna screw Bubba out of his partner? I know you’ve been sick and all, but I know you know good business sense when you see it. Hardcore Entertainment is excellent fucking business, Larry. Don’t make us drop these belts because fucking Rocky whoever-the-fuck he is tried to make a point.”

Larry Gordon looks down, and sighs.

Larry: “Sorry, Vincent. Your safety is important to me. I don’t need ya getting further injured in my ring, or worse, dyin’!”

Black sighs heavily. After a moment of quiet, Vincent speaks.

VINCENT: “Fine, if you won’t let me fight, I’m gonna go tell the fans.”

Black turns and walks away from the majority owner of REBEL.

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*****The Black & Yellow Edition*****

We fade backstage to find Simon Kalis on the phone.

Simon Kalis: Yes, yes. We’re very happy to start this official partnership with Fecal Beagle and your… Lovely, beer.

He pauses and nods, smiling.

Simon Kalis: Yes well, I figure Robinson and the PWA can all fuck themselves. Grizzly Beer has nothing on Fecal Beagle.

Simon chuckles as he pauses to hear the other guy on the phone.

Simon Kalis: Yes, Loren will be doing it. No problem. Thanks for the money, guys.

There’s a pause, and then Kalis hangs up the phone satisfied.

*****Carbomb*****

Before Jenny Jersey can announce the first match, “Carbomb” by The Acacia STrain hits the speakers, and the crowd cialis on alcohol goes nuts. Out from the back comes Vincent Black, wearing a casual dress shirt and khaki pants. Hops on the apron, steps over the top rope, and Jenny gives him the microphone.

LINZI MARTIN: “The big man with a microphone, apparently he has something to say, Mr. Gordon.”

LARRY GORDON: “Please, you can call me Larry, sweetheart.”

VINCENT: “I don’t remember the last time I was in Pittsburgh-”

The crowd pops loud.

VINCENT: “But I don’t think it’s been as wild as it is tonight!”

Another big pop, larger than the last.

LARRY GORDON: “Buttering ‘em up before the big let down.”

LINZI MARTIN: “Huh?”

VINCENT BLACK: “But, I have some news. REBEL doctors have told me that, after Rocky Logan put a hurting on my protected orbital bone. Now, it didn’t do much damage, but the doc noticed it did damage at all, so I’ve been told…”

Black sighs.

VINCENT BLACK: “I’ve been told that I’m not cleared to wrestle until the injury is healed.”

LINZI MARTIN: “What?! Mr. Gordon?”

The crowd boos hard, and Vincent nods his head with them.

VINCENT BLACK: “I know, it rocked me, too. But I’m going to fucking fight it.”

The crowd explodes.

VINCENT BLACK: “I’m one half of the REBEL World Tag Team Champions! I’m the biggest man in REBEL. I’m a fucking REBEL legend, and Icon, and I don’t leave the ring until I fucking feel like it. And since there are legal strings I need to pull, you bet your fucking ass I will!”

“Carbomb” hits and Vincent throws his microphone down, and the crowd goes nuts. He hops over the top rope, out of the ring, and to the back.

*****Dodo-A-Gogo versus Golden Inferno*****

Before the bell can sound on our super exciting tag match, Emilee Corlen gets herself a mic and slides into the ring.

Linzi Martin: Fuck this shit.

Emilee marches right up to Lisa and waggles a finger in her face.

Emlee Korlin: Listen here you stupid ugly bitch.

The crowd gasp cialis 40 at the inevitable horror that is to come while Jeremy Gold lowers himself deep into a corner and does his best not to exist. Why he keeps signing up for these matches is beyond me. Never the less he did and now Emlee is doing her best to get them both killed.

Emlee Korlin: I’m not fat you skin sack! I’m luscious! I’m the number one playgirl bunny in the whole universe, I’ve got minus 11% bodyfat and all my friends say I’m the hottest man whoever lived. And anyone who says otherwise is just jealous! Jealous!

Emlee does some rage stomps and the earth starts to crack.

Emlee Korlin: You all just can’t stand that I’m a two time world champion without ever having to win either of them and with a grand total of no defences! On one of them I’m even the shortest reigning champ in history! In BWF! A place where everyone sucked a fuck even when we had shitty food themed guys falling out our asses! I’m right up there with Toco and the Canadian Hero and Hyptreme and all these other faceless faggots no wrestling fan even remembers and all you sad bastards are just jealous of my hotness and success and hotness and success! I’m the best wrestler in the how long is a viagra good for entire AoWF, even though I got driven out of every other company except for the one where wrestle-family had their name above the door! And even though I promptly got my ass kicked and then beaten by the flakiest fuck in the entire community, I’m still their top star by default!

Lisa leans back out of her cheeseburger breath and Anna Mathews experiences what it’s like to not be the strangest person in a room. She does however seem to be chomping at the bit to get things on.

Emlee Korlin: I’ve lost the world title twice but I keep getting free rematches because there’s no canadian pharmacy website one else to give them too and you people are all just jealous that you didn’t get there before me and get to call yourselves world champion with wins over the Big O and Big nObody else of consequence and I’m tired of that attitude and therefore I quit unless someone in here wants to give me a free belt right this fucking second because I’m too fat and lazy to go win and hold one on my own!

Emlee then flexes her bingo wings for good measure before having half her face ripped off in a Roundhouse Kick. Apparently we’re wrestling now.

Larry Gordon: And there’s the bell!

Linzi Martin: Tell the time keeper not to bother getting comfortable.

Emlee goes down in a heap and it takes both Dodos and a ton of mental determination to get her back up. Never the less they do and suddenly Emlee finds herself being pin-balled back and forth between the two on the end of some vicious kicks. Anna then finishes her spiel by sending Emlee forward to Lisa who lands a Standing Pump kick into her chest and rides it to the mat. Emlee then coughs up some blood and everyone watching realises this probably wasn’t as funny an idea as it originally seemed. Never the less the action continues when Lisa gets to the top-rope and Anna steps out to the apron. Lisa then coems off the top with a Double Knee, splattering what’s left of Emlee’s face around the room.

Linzi Martin: The Horror Pop! And I think that’s a painfully fitting description of what just happened there.

The referee goes to move in on the count but Lisa rolls off as Anna bounces up the ropes and sends herself flying forward with a 630 Senton, crushing the unfortunate beast on impact.

Linzi Martin: And now the Slash and Burn!

Larry Gordon: Is this what you people have done with the place I worked so hard to build that it almost killed me?

Linzi Martin: Well… sometimes they fight kangaroos.

The referee tries to cover again but apparently we’re not done as Lisa picks her up again and locks Emlee’s arm around the back of her head. From there she thumps her hard with a Heart Kick that would have buckled Emlee’s legs if she hadn’t found herself spun out to a standing position. Lisa then leaps up from behind with a Spinning Heelkick that rips through the back of her head while Anna twists in from the front and finishes her off with the Butterfly Kick. Sandwiched between both shots, Emlee’s brain explodes.

Larry Gordon: Least this didn’t drag on.

Emlee falls straight down and to her back. Anna meanwhile steps over and puts her foot into Lisa’s hands, which she in turn uses to toss her into the air and through a standing Phoenix Splash. It hits hard and Anna mercifully stays on for the cover.

Larry Gordon: Thank Christ!

“Love Is All Around” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts jumps up on the speakers, which is good news for Jeremy Gold as it means they only have about a minute to get out of the ring. Never the less Lisa picks him up by the hair and sends the tears flying when she drops him with a Pimp Slap and then makes some disparaging remarks about how she came all the way to Cuntfuck, whatever State we’re in for this. Meanwhile Jeremy Gold goes down whimpering, which is really par for the course. Dodo-A-Gogo then celebrate a not so hard fought win. Good for them.

Linzi Martin: I think she’s dead.

*****Mystery Tournament: The First*****
*****J.T. Whiplash versus Justin Case*****

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 265 pounds… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

“Victory” by Puff Daddy hits the speakers and boos greet Justin Case, Hugh Aredone and Rocky Logan as they emerge from the curtain. Case looks Just 2 Talented like always as he struts to the ring, ignoring the booing fans and smiling confidently. He slides into the ring as Aredone and Logan take their spot at ringside, jarring with a few fans.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, from Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at 243 pounds… “THE CONFEDERATE COPPERHEAD” J.T. WHIPLASH!

Waiving a REBEL Pro flag, Whiplash walks down the aisle, slapping hands and pointing out to his fans as they roar and chant his name. Logan stands in his way but Whiplash walks right through him to the roar of the fans! He plants the flag in the turnbuckle and enters the ring. He runs back and forth across the ring then runs into the corner and calls for the bell.

DING DING!

Whiplash dances around the ring as Case stalks him. Whiplash seems full of energy tonight!

LARRY GORDON: Not bad for a fifty-one year old man!

LINZI MARTIN: If I’m ever a fifty year old man, I hope I look that good!

Whiplash runs in for the lock-up but Case gets him with a knee to the gut! Whiplash bends over, but Case pushes him back up with a chest chop. Whiplash stumbles back into the rope… but runs as Case with a clothesline. Ducked! Whiplash off of the ropes. Big back body drop sends Whiplash up and back down to the

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mat. Whiplash stands immediately and backs into the corner. Case runs in for a splash! Whiplash dodges out of the way! Whiplash off of the ropes. Clothesline takes Case down! But he immediately stands back up. Whiplash whips him from corner to corner, reversed by Case… into a huge belly-to-belly suplex!

Whiplash immediately goes to the outside and falls to his knees. Logan walks over to him and kicks him in his side. Aredone does the same—but Whiplash grabs Aredone’s foot from underneath him and he falls to the ground! Logan pulls Whiplash to his feet. But Whiplash hits him with wild lefts and rights! REBEL ROPE-A-DOPE! Logan stumbles back. And Case uses the opportunity to launch himself through the ropes at Whiplash, tackling him into the guard rail!

LARRY GORDON: Say what you will about Justin Case, but I don’t know any other 265 pounder that consistently does things like that night in and night out!

LINZI MARTIN: I can’t argue with you, Larry. He’s a one-of-a-kind talent.

With the help of Logan, Case gets to his feet. He picks Whiplash up. Fisherman’s suplex… ON THE CEMENT! Whiplash cries out, holding his back. Case picks him up slowly, cockily looking out at the crowd. He hooks him for a back suplex. Elbows from Whiplash! Elbows! HE TURNS IT INTO A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP OUT OF NOWHERE! And before Case realizes it, Whiplash has him back to his feet with a BRAINBUSTER ON THE CEMENT!

LARRY GORDON: What heart J.T. Whiplash has!

Whiplash gets to his feet, pointing out at the fans who rally behind him. Whiplash reaches under the ring. HE HAS BARBED WIRE! He shows it to the fans who roar their approval. Aredone runs at him but Whiplash socks him with the barbed wire fist! Same for Logan! He begins wrapping his kneepad in the barbed wire! They start chanting!

COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE!

Case starts to stand… Whiplash runs at him with a knee lift that sends him back down and pierces his chest! He picks Case back up… COPPERHEAD BITE! COPPERHEAD BITE! The fans go crazy! Here comes Logan with a steel chair across the back! Whiplash turns around… steel chair to the skull! Case wipes the blood from his forehead and eyes. He picks Whiplash up. He looks PISSED that Whiplash just broke his talented skin. Back suplex! Rolls through… a SECOND! Rolls through… a THIRD! THIS TIME WHIPLASH LANDS ON HIS HEAD! ON THE CEMENT!

LARRY GORDON: My God, I know J.T. Whiplash, I know him damn well, and I gotta say it’s hurting my head to see what just happened to him! His head—first the steel chair, and then… my god I think Case BROKE THE DAMN MAN!

LINZI MARTIN: He isn’t moving, that’s for sure.

Justin Case looks out at the booing fans and smiles, knowing he just did a highlight reel move to one of REBEL’s legends.

LARRY GORDON: Justin Case might just win this tournament if he continues to moves like that!

Case rolls Whiplash into the ring. Whiplash seems to be knocked cold. Case applies the GAMEBREAKER! THE GAMEBREAKER! The referee asks Whiplash if he taps but he isn’t responsive. The ref has no choice. He lifts Whiplash’s hand once.

Twice.

Three times!

It’s over!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner… “THE MILLENNIUM GAME” JUSTIN CASE!

*****Johnny, Tell’em What’s He Won!*****

As Justin Case has his hand raised in victory, “Indestructible” by Disturbed begins to play over the speakers. J.T. Whiplash disappears backstage in all the commotion, as Simon Kalis steps out with a microphone in hand.

Simon Kalis: Congratulations Justin. You’ve taken the first step down a pretty prestigious path, and I’m sure you’re wondering what this tournament is about.

The crowd cheers, as Case just nods in Kalis’ direction.

Simon Kalis: I know I promised to reveal what it was this week. Thing is… I like surprises. So I figure we’ll just keep it a secret.

The crowd boos a bit, they really wanted to know what the big deal was! Case, cocky and confident, just shrugs it off.

Simon Kalis: But know this, the reward for the winner will be worth it.

*****REBEL Pro Fecal Beagle Championship Match*****
*****Mikey Massacre versus Loren N. Chill©*****

The scene returns to the ring where “The Outsider [Apocalypse Mix]” by A Perfect Circle begins playing throughout the arena. A mixed reaction from the fans as Loren N. Chill emerges from the entranceway with a Fecal Beagle in one hand while the other secures the Curtain Jerker Championship on his shoulder.

Larry Gordon: One of REBEL Pro’s latest acquisitions, Loren N. Chill making his way to the ring.

Loren takes a sip of the Fecal Beagle as he makes his way down the aisle, nearly vomiting after the first drink. He throws the opened can of beer out across the audience before using his shirt to wipe off his tongue, leaving a brown spot on his shirt.

Once he reaches the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope and retrieves the microphone from Jenny Jersey. The music stops and we’re left with the slight roar of the audience.

Loren N. Chill: I’ve got a lot to do and a very small time allotment to do it in. So, it’s right down to business.

He turns and points to the announcer table.

Loren N. Chill: Larry Gordon… come on down!

Larry Gordon: I guess I’ve got to go.

We hear his headset hit the announcer table, the chant of “Larry” fills the arena as he walks up the steps and enters the ring, taking a place next to Loren.

Loren N. Chill: I told the fans, just as I told REBEL Pro that you and I had never been formally introduced and it was one of the more important items on my list tonight. — Let me start off by giving you this card I picked out for you at [CONTENT MISSING].

Loren reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out a blue envelope, he hands it to Gordon who immediately starts opening it.

Loren N. Chill: You’re going to love it. I promise.

Gordon keeps tearing away at the envelope, finally pull the card out and flipping it over to reveal a picture of Loren giving him a double middle-finger. The fans ignite with a ‘boo’ as Gordon tosses the card to the ground.

Loren N. Chill: Don’t do that! You haven’t even opened it to read the inside, who knows, there could even be money!

Loren waits for Gordon to pick the card up. Gordon opens the card and the words, “FUCK YOU!” are bolded in red. Gordon tears the card up into pieces before throwing them in Loren’s face. Loren just gives a coy smile.

Loren N. Chill: You see Gordon, I don’t like you. It’s pretty obvious after that little display and I can only hope that you don’t like me just as much, if not more. Now, as for my reason for not liking, it is staring you in the face.

Loren points to the Curtain Jerker Championship on his shoulder.

Loren N. Chill: While most people want to blame Jeremy Gold for ‘recognizing’ this title, or blame Simon Kalis for not overturning Gold’s decision, the fact remains: this title wouldn’t even be in existence if it weren’t for you. In what appeared to be an act of kindness, you generously handed this title over to Bobby Lee and knowing how that kid’s head operates, he thought the world of it. Thought the world of you. But me, I set him free. I took this “kick me” sign off his back and look at him now. He’s actually got two wins to his credit now, both of those thanks in part to me. THAT is a gift.

Loren starts circling the ring, circling Gordon.

Loren N. Chill: Now that I have the title, everyone has began wondering what exactly I’m intend to do with it. Am I going to pawn it off on the first legitimate threat? Am I going to give it back to Bobby Lee? Or am I simply just going to keep it and defend it with every fiber of my being? — The answer to these questions are all, T-B-D. However, what isn’t waiting to be determined is my second order of business and that is renaming this title. Curtain Jerker Championship makes it sound like we’re having a circle jerk backstage with Emily Corlen as the pivot man, first one to deliver the money shot wins. Granted, we are doing that on a weekly basis, but it’s not for the title.

Linzi Martin: I wanted to be the pivot man. *sad face*

Loren N. Chill: From this moment forward, this title will be recognized as the Fecal Beagle Championship. You want to know why? Because it is nothing more than a remanufactured PIECE!! OF!! SHIT!!

Loren takes the title off his shoulder and throws it at Gordon, who follies it and it falls to the mat at his feet. Loren takes a step towards Gordon, putting him on his guard.

Loren N. Chill: Don’t worry. I’m not going to hit you. Not yet, anyway.

‘Boos’ erupt from the crowd.

Loren N. Chill: Lastly, I’m going to turn your little joke of a title into something worth a damn. Turn “shit into gold”, literally, so to speak.

Loren walks alcohol en viagra over to the side of the ring, the camera changes angles to see Dennis Reveni holding a briefcase which he throws towards viagra cialis levitra trial pack the ring. Loren manages to catch it and props it up in the corner behind Larry Gordon.

Loren N. Chill: Go ahead, take a look.

Gordon opens the briefcase and pulls out a real metal-plated title with leather strap. It carries the Fecal Beagle pup in the center, the metal-plating is made of copper.

Loren N. Chill: Isn’t she a beauty? Tell you what, why don’t you take that back to your announcer table and after I’m through with Mikey Massacre, I’ll let you do me the honor of putting it around my waist.

Loren gets nose to nose with Gordon.

Loren N. Chill: Welcome back, Larry.

Loren flips the microphone out of his hand, hitting Gordon in the chest with it before retreating to a corner, waiting for the start of his match. Gordon exits the ring, returning to his seat. Just as Jenny Jersey begins to announce Mikey’s entrance.

“Heavy Metal Machine” plays throughout the arena and appearing in the entranceway appears Mikey Massacre. Before Jenny Jersey can even begin announcing him, he rushes the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Once he gets to his feet, he delivers a lariat to Chill which sends him to the mat. The music finally stops playing and the bell sounds.

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Mikey Massacre picks Chill up to his feet and whips him across the ring, trying for a clothesline but Chill ducks. Coming off the opposite ropes, Chill tries for a flying cross body but gets caught like a small child by Mikey. Mikey delivers a backbreaker and showboats to the crowd, while the backbreaker seems to have no effect as Chill quickly gets right back up to his feet.

Chill waits for Mikey to turn around before delivering a boot to his stomach, a hard right to the head, another kick to the stomach and then a single-leg takedown. With Massacre on the mat, Chill goes for a figure-four but Massacre retreats into the ropes making it impossible.

Massacre gets to his feet, and the two circle one another before clashing into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Massacre delivers a rake to the eyes, as Chill stumbles blindly about the ring Massacre delivers a boot of his own to Chill’s stomach. Pushing Chill up against the ropes, Massacre tries for a clothesline, but Chill ducks it and counters by backbody dropping Massacre to the outside floor.

Chill follows Massacre out, kicking him again in the stomach before smashing Massacre’s face into the guard rail around the ring area. As Chill goes to follow up, Massacre quickly delivers a hard right hand to the side of Chill’s head that sends him reeling backwards. Massacre gives pursuit, grabbing Chill and attempting to Irish whip him into the ringpost, but Chill reverses. Massacre hits the turnbuckle with a authority.

Massacre climbs back into the ring, but Chill wastes no time getting in himself and quickly locking Massacre up in a wristlock in the center of the ring. Massacre shuts out the pain and slowly starts to stand but Chill starts delivering forearm shots to Massacre’s back, keeping him down. Eventually Massacre gets to his feet and is able to break viagra generic the hold with a kick to the stomach, then clamping on a side headlock.

With a headlock takedown, he puts Chill onto the mat but Chill quickly grabs Massacre’s head with a head scissors. Mikey shows off his agility by nipping up and spins Chill out of his boots with another vicious clothesline.

With Chill on the mat, crawling, Massacre starts to deliver kicks to the side of his head. Chill finally getting to his feet, only to get Irish whipped across the ring and taken back down with a power slam. Massacre goes for the cover.

KICK OUT!

Massacre pulls Chill and props him against the ropes. Driving his knees into his stomach a few times before delivering a couple of hard uppercuts. Choking Chill, he backs him up into a corner before Irish whipping him to the adjacent corner, but Chill reverses and comes charging full steam and goes for a spear but Massacre side steps him. Chill tackles the ringpost with authority and gets dumped out onto the apron by Massacre.

Once Chill stands, Massacre bends his neck over the top rope and starts clubbing at his chest with more forearm shots. Chill stumbles along the apron as Massacre turns his back and plays off to the REBEL Pro fans who begin cheering. But are they cheering for him? Or because Chill has started to climb the turnbuckle?

Massacre turns around as Chill comes off the top rope with a flying cross body, but Massacre carries the momentum over into a pin of his own, hooking Chill’s leg.

3!!!

* DING * DING * DING *

“Heavy Metal Machine” plays throughout the arena and Mikey begins to celebrate until he sees the referee place the Fecal Beagle Championship onto Loren’s waist. The idea of losing even though you won, the thought drives Mikey insane. He grabs the referee and spikes his face into the canvas and then picks him up and throws him over the top rope to the outside, the poor referees face bashing against the steel steps. Mikey hops out of the ring and cusses out the fans but security arrives quickly this time to make sure he doesn’t do any more damage.

*****Getting The Band Back Together*****

We fade backstage, again to Simon’s office.

Simon Kalis: Yeah. Well I look forward to it, brother. You finally coming to the AoWF, let alone REBEL Pro… It changes things.

Simon ashes his cigarette and nods.

Simon Kalis: I know. Well. We’ll show them how it’s done. Don’t worry.

He pauses again.

Simon Kalis: I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, but I’ll see you soon then man.

Kalis hangs up the phone and finally notices the cameras. He doesn’t do a thing but shrug, smile and offer a peace sign as we fade to ringside.

*****REBEL Pro Aggression Championship Match*****
*****Virgil Keenan versus Jaice Wilds versus Violet Harper©*****

An all out brawl errupts as Violet and Keenan go at each other, with Jaice rushing into it before jumping back to strategize, and let Keenan and Violet hurt each other. Virgil with a snap suplex takes Violet Harper down to the canvas, and Jaice springboards himself off the ropes and hits Virgil in the back of the head with a super kick. As he drops Keenan, cialis online mexico Violet is back up and is there and grabs on delivering a reverse DDT at the same time, stunning Jaice as he hit’s the canvas and cracks his face against it. Violet rolls him over and covers.

2!!

BREAK! Virgil breaks the count.

Linzi Martin: This is going to be a lot of back and forth I bet.

Larry Gordon: Each one of them wants that Aggression title, Linzi.

Virgil lifts Harper up and grapples, and begins kneeing her repeatedly in the stomach and chest as Jaice Wilds slides out of the ring and begins searching for some extra firepower. Violet twists herself out of the grapple and hit’s a shining wizard on Virgil, taking him down to the canvas. She then falls back, hitting a dropkick to his face as he sits up and putting him back down.

Larry Gordon: That’s why she’s been Aggression Champion. She knows how to get herself out of sticky situations.

Linzi Martin: Oh my, Larry.

Larry Gordon: What? I didn’t mean it anything like that!

Linzi Martin: Sure you didn’t.

Jaice has a steel chair and decides to take the time to wrap it up in some barbed wire as Violet comes off the ropes with an asai moonsault on Keenan. She covers!

Jaice finishes wrapping the chair in barbed wire.

2!!

Jaice slides back in.

THR-BREAK! Jaice slams the chair across the back of Violet Harper’s head. Jaice Wilds goes at it now, swinging the chair repeatedly against Violet’s back, shoulders and head and she begins bleeding a little bit all over from tiny lacerations and cuts. While all of this is going on, Virgil slides out of the ring and decides to heat up. Jaice appears to be ready to cover Violet, but she smartly rolls out of the ring.

Virgil puts the brass knuckles on over his fist and clenches, staring vengefully at Jaice for what happened a few short weeks ago. He slides back in the ring and stops Jaice from chaing Violet out of the ring and swings and knocks Wilds right across the face, busting open Wilds’ forehead immediately. Jaice hits the ropes but holds on, preventing himself from bouncing. Harper gets up and watches on from the outside, perhaps calculating her next move. Jaice says something inaudible to Keenan as he steps forward again, blood trickling down his face. Virgil doesn’t say a word but instead takes another swing and knocks Jaice right back into the ropes. Jaice falls to his knees and looks woozy as he looks back up at Virgil, who seems ready to finish knocking Jaice the fuck out.

Larry Gordon: Virgil better remember there’s someone else in this match.

Linzi Martin: SEXY TIME!!!

Violet slides back into the ring as Virgil raises his fist back high into the air over a woozy and bloodied Jaice Wilds. Violet picks up the barbed wire chair and taps Virgil with it from behind. Virgil spins around, and BANG! Violet brings the chair down hard over his face and he stumbles around a bit woozy himself now. Violet throws the chair at him, he catches it before it hits his face! Bicycle kick from Violet into the chair, right into Virgil’s face! He’s busted open now as he stumbles all the way into the ropes and Jaice uses his body to flip Virgil Keenan right over the top rope and onto the outside.

Larry Gordon: I get the feeling neither Jaice nor Violet appreciate Virgil Keenan in this match. He is the only one here who has never held REBEL Pro gold.

Linzi Martin: You’re probably right. Virgil comes off as such an asshole to everyone, but I do think he’s kinda funny too.

Jaice is back up and he knee drops his right knee into Harper’s throat after grabbing her and bringing her down, before picking her up by her long hair and whipping her into the ropes. He kneels forward as if to throw her up but she stops the momentum, and lands a vicious kick into Jaice Wild’s chest. he stumbles back as she runs, jumps and hits a shoulder block into his face. Wilds bounces off the ropes and The Aggression Champion follows up with an implant DDT taking Jaice to the canvas hard face first. She’s on her feet once again as is Jaice but he remains wobbly. She kicks him in the mid section and lands a vicious spinning neck breaker taking them both to the canvas. She quickly pulls him forward, wrapping her legs around him as she covers him. It looks like a fun place to be though, trust me.

2!!

THREEE-NO! JAICE KICKS OUT!

Larry Gordon: And Violet nearly ends this match.

Linzi Martin: Jaice was so lucky to have her…So close. I mean. Yeah.

Violet gets to her feet and puts the barbed wire chair down on Jaice Wilds’ chest. Virgil Keenan disappears under the ring now, doing who knows what. Violet climbs to the top rope. She stands up precariously, but then flies off with a Corckscrew 630 Senton, landing between the chair and Jaice, hurting both of them tremendously.

Larry Gordon: See how is she not REBEL Pro material? Sacrificing her own body for victory.

Linzi Martin: I don’t know, ask Mikey.

Violet covers!

The ring starts shifting near them? I mean it looks like something is banging against it from underneath trying to rip it open.

2!!

VIRGIL FUCKING BREAKS THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF THE RING WITH A LEAD PIPE WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! What a nut! He just made a huge hole in the ring!

3!!!

NO!!! VIRGIL CRACKS VIOLET IN THE HEAD WITH THAT PIPE!

Linzi Martin: I’ve NEVER seen that!

Larry Gordon: He just bought himself a ring.

Virgil pulls himself up and as Jaice Wilds comes to, Virgil with a lung blower on Jaice Wilds! Jaice rolls away. But Violet Harper is up and she takes Virgil down with a bridged German suplex! The cover!

Jaice Wilds hops up onto the top rope!

2!!

He’s wobbly, but…

THREEEE-NO!! JAICE WILDS WITH AERIAL ACE ON VIOLET HARPER!!!

Linzi Martin: Oh SHI

Jaice Wilds throws Violet off of Virgil and covers!!!

1!!

Virgil realizes what’s going on!

2!!!

Nuh uh he says!

3!!!!

NO! Virgil “accidentally” grabs onto the referee and uses him to get to his feet, ruining the count. Violet Harper rolls away as Jaice gets to his feet and starts arguing with Virgil. Violet Harper recovers and slides out of the ring as Jaice and Virgil begin pushing each other around, the referee still recovering. Violet returns, and she’s found a canister of gas which she douses herself with.

Linzi Martin: Oh fuck. Violet!

Harper sets herself on fire as she gets to the top rope, Keenan throws himself back. Jaice turns around, A FIERY PURPLE HAZE ON JAICE WILDS!!! Violet Harper manages to roll around and put herself out. Virgil goes after her but she ducks and hits him with a spinning heel kick that sends him over the top rope. Violet covers!!!!

But there’s still no damn referee!

She gets to her feet and begins pushing the referee around to wake him up, and he does. Just as Jaice comes to and rolls her up in a schoolboy!

2!!

3!!!

NO! Virgil Keenan pulls Jaice Wilds out of the ring and cracks him with the brass knuckles, before throwing Jaice right into the fans at front row. Virgil Keenan slides into the ring as Violet gets to her feet. Violet moves in for a move, but Virgil grabs her, throws her around… BURNING HAMMER!!! BURNING HAMMER ON VIOLET HARPER!

2!!

Jaice finally gets to the ring, but…

3!!!

DING DING DING

Larry Gordon: What an upset!!!

Linzi Martin: NO!!! NO!!!! VIOLET!!! SEXY TIME CAN’T END!!!

Virgil is handed the Aggression title which he raises high in the air.

Jenny Jersey: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEEEEW REBEL Pro Aggression Champion…. VIRGIL KEEEEEEENAAAAAAAAN!!!!!

Confetti and shit starts to come down from the rafters like we’re Victory Wrestling here as Virgil climbs up to the turnbuckle and raises the title. Violet looks up, she can’t believe what’s happened and Jaice points up at Virgil and lets him know this is far from over.

Larry Gordon: The reign of Sexy Time, finally, comes to an end.

Linzi Martin: I’m gonna cry, Larry. Hold me!

Linzi throws herself on Larry, forgetting his heart condition as she wraps her legs all on him.

Larry Gordon: My oh my.

*****Chaos*****

The shot cuts to backstage, where Justin Case and Rocky Logan are talking in the locker room. Their driver busts in the room.

DRIVER: “Theres….. a…. there’s a bulldozer…. the limo!”

The scene cuts to a bulldozer going at full speed as it crashes into a huge black limousine. The camera shows an Order of Chaos emblem on the hood. The driver steps out of the bulldozer.

It’s Vincent Black. He has a genuine look of surprise on his face.

VINCENT: “Oops.”

He gets back in the bulldozer, and pushes the limo out of the way, clearing the way for the white limousine near it. He revvs the throttle, and plows into the side of the other limo as fast as possible, pushing it hard into the side of the Mellon Arena. He backs the bulldozer up, and hits it again, crumpling the car even more. He gets out of the bulldozer, and starts walking towards the arena as Justin Case and Rocky Logan meet him head on.

A big boot lays out Justin Case, but Rocky Logan does a nice single leg takedown that puts Black on his back. Logan scrambles to the top position, and starts a ground and pound that instantly busts Vincent’s broken orbital bone area open, pouring blood. After a few shots to the face, Black reaches up and grabs Logan by the throat, tossing him off of Black. Black is up quickly, and Case connects with a toe kick to the midsection. Black doubles over, but comes up swinging with an uppercut that connects hard. Rocky attacks Vincent from behind, and Vincent spins to land a few punches. Justin Case attacks Black from behind.

Black is fighting back decently well, yet bleeding heavily from the cut under his arm. A huge headbutt sends Rocky to the ground, and here come the security guards. They step in, pulling Case away from Black, but not before Black lands a solid right that staggers Case. Black turns around as a stop sign posts hits him hard in the chest. He staggers back, and actually falls on his ass as security wrestle the sign post away from Rocky Logan. Black is up quickly, and security is trying to hold everyone back. Finally, Simon Kalis comes in with the manilla envelope.

Simon Kalis: “Fine, you want to fight? Put yourself on the shelf?? Fucking fine. That works for me.”

Kalis pulls out a lighter, and lights the folder on fire.

Simon Kalis: “It’s not official anymore. What IS official is a falls count anywhere match. Vincent Black versus Case Filed Rockets in Detroit. Black, you wanna play the tough guy game, here’s your chance.”

Black smiles through the blood, nodding his head. Case and Logan regroup, as Logan points at Vincent, talking trash, as Simon simply walks back into the arena and we fade off.

*****The Return?*****

Simon Kalis sighs as he makes his way through the hallway after trying to wrap his head around Vincent Black’s death wish. He turns a corner but stops dead in his tracks as he comes to his office door. There’s smoke billowing out from inside and we can see Jeremy Gold is knocked out cold, propped up against the wall near the office. Simon rushes over and pulls Gold away from the smoke, leaving him on the floor.

Linzi Martin: Jesus what now?!

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Kalis approaches the door to his office, and looks in to find everything is on fire inside. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it on one of the flames coming up before stepping back and closing the door. It’s then he sees something has been carved into the door itself. A message. He reads it, and smirks as he takes a drag off his cigarette.

Simon Kalis: So… You’re back.

He takes his right hand and pulls out his glass eye from his left eye socket, dropping it to the ground. He backs off and picks up Jeremy Gold, throwing him over his shoulder and calmly walking away.

The camera zooms in on the message on the door…

Matthew 18:9- And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.

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

Dodo-A-Gogo defeats Golden Inferno, killing Emlee Korlin in the process.
Justin Case defeats J.T. Whiplash, and finds himself one step closer to something. We think
Mikey Massacre defeats Loren Chill, and breaks shit again.
Virgil Keenan defeats Violet Harper & Jaice Wilds to become the new Aggression Champion