MARCH MADNESS 03/02/2010

The arena is humming as the fans pack in, ready to see the hottest independent wrestling promotion on the East Coast!!!

As the seats fill up, a cheer rips through the crowd as Corey Taylor & Rob Martinez make their way out from the back slapping the outstretched hands of fans on their way to the ring. The pop for the REBEL announce team is nothing compared to the huge ovation Jenny Jersey gets when she saunters out from the back in a tight fitting dress.

A quick scan shows that only a handful of seats are empty (and those folks are no doubt at the merchandise table) and the announce team take their positions. Just as Jenny starts to walk up the ring steps she’s interrupted by…..

“Man it’s a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun….”

“Smooth” by Santana w / Rob Thomas hits the speakers and the crowd erupt in boos for the duo that emerge from behind the curtain. Krusty Kid Paul & The REBEL Carolinas Champion Chris Casino, Dirty Money. KKP is dressed in his ring gear as Casino is decked out in an expensive suit. The Championship belt draped over a shoulder. The duo enter the ring, smile and even wave to the people who are giving them the finger and shouting obscenities at them.

Casino, complete with a microphone in his hand, smirks at the audience.

Casino: Yes, yes we love you guys too.

More boos, Dirty Money laps it up.

Casino: Now I know people are wondering why I’m not wrestling tonight. It’s simple really. I’m injured.

KKP hangs his head and wipes away an invisible tear.

Casino: Yes…I….(chokes up) Have a hang nail.

The boos intensify and KKP walks over and gets a ‘Bro Hug’ from his partner. We can see Casino mouth the words, “It’ll be okay.”

Casino: Never fear though, at High Stakes I will return and defend my Championship against whatever piece of trash they through at me. But belive it or not, we’re not out here to talk about my tragic and life threatening injury. No, we’re here on Dirty Money business. Tonight Chad Kurtis, a man I groomed and trained to hold both the NAPW & REBEL World Titles, will defend his title against Macculloch.

A pop for the mention of Kurtis. In fact a chant for the World Champ starts up…..Which is promptly ignored by Dirty Money.

Casino: Now myself and KKP have chatted and we’ve decided that whoever wins that match, whoever walks out the World Champion….Will become the NEW member of Dirty Money!!!

Some confused looks from the fans as they wonder if Kurtis is aware of this odd offer.

Casino: Rest assured, by the end of the night Dirty Money will have the REBEL World Championship in our little family! Thank you and please….Don’t eat the hot dogs. Food poisoning is a bitch.

“Smooth” plays as Dirty Money leave the ring leaving confused fans in their wake.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro Number One Contendership TrophyÖ Introducing firstÖ

“Screams of the Undead” cues up and the fans POP! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG! YOUNG!

The fans erupt for the Triple Crown champion.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, he weighs in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… THOMAS YOUNG!

He emerges from the curtain, slapping his chest and slapping the hands of his fans before running to the ring and entering through the ropes.

My Michelleî by GNR plays over the P.A. system.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Atlanta, GeorgiaÖ weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-three poundsÖ accompanied to the ring by Nicole RhodesÖ the Number One Contender to any REBEL ChampionshipÖ The RevolutionaryÖ MARCUS MARION !

Marion emerges, staring cockily at the booing fans, Nicole Rhodes rubbing his shoulders at the entranceway before they slowly make their way down the aisle, exchanging ëpleasantriesí with the fans.

Marion scans the capacity crowd, his frost bite like glare almost gives you goosebumbs. After taking a second to look at Thomas Young, wanting to get the match underway, Marion grabs a mic, then begins to speak.

MARCUS MARION: (His index finger is pointed up, stopping Young from advancing on him) Young, not so fast. See, it’s in the Revolutionary’s lineage, his DNA to be a benevolent dictator. That being said, Christmas has come early to the Young household. For the first time in A LONG time, you won’t have to skewer, nor raid through any Hefty bags for any goodies. I’ve left the porch light on. I’ve thrown away all the traps. There’s no hidden goons under the ring, waiting to attack on my mark. This is as “honest” of an angle as you’ll ever get, at least from me. I’m offering you a one-man invite to the GREATEST giveaway in town.

The fans look on at each other, with puzzled looks on their faces

MARCUS MARION: It’s been real but, Young, after much deliberation I’m cashing in my beloved number one contenders trophy, simply because my eyes are on the sparrow, that is the World Heavyweight Title. You want that trophy behind the panel of glass? Go get it, it’s yours. But, however, be forewarned, when I take that belt from either Mac’s or Kurtis’ unfit waist at the next Underground, be smart, don’t come barking up my tree. Remember the T.L.C. I showed you when I gave you a reason to live.

The fans begin to boo, not liking the pompous, arrogant, blonde’s remarks regarding Young.

Now, since you seem to be so eager, you may approach.

Marion throws the mic, violently out of the ring, as Young approaches him to grapple.

DING DING

ROB MARTINEZ: The winner of this match will likely face Chad Kurtis or MacCulloch in the near future!

COREY TAYLOR: They might as well start calling that contender trophy the World Championship so long as Marcus Marion holds it. This guy is REVOLUTIONARY!

ROB MARTINEZ: Creative, Corey. Creative.

COREY TAYLOR: Oh, please. If his name was ìMarvelousî Marcus Marion, which is actually kind of catchy, Iíd STILL call him revolutionary. You know what, my vocabulary pisses you off! Youíre jealous! And you know what else, let me just say tható

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up, Corey, the match is starting!

COREY TAYLOR: I know you are but what am I?

ROB MARTINEZ: That makes no sense!

COREY TAYLOR: Ödammit!

VINCENT BLACK: It is hilarious to listen to the two of you go at it like a pimp and his bitch.

Marion and Young circle each other. Finally a lock-up. Marion backs Young into the corner and releases him. Hard slap to the chest. Another! Marion turns around and raises his arms as if he had performed a 810 splash. Young capitalizes with forearm shots to the back. Sends him off of the ropes. Marion ducks a clothesline. Off of the opposite ropesÖ Young catches him with a hiptoss. Marion quickly to his feet only to be whipped again. Hiptoss againóblocked! Marion with a hiptoss of his own! Marion runs off of the ropes, jumps over Young, off of the opposite ropes. Young rises and hits him with an arm-drag takedown which he turns into an Indian armlock. Marion looks frustrated, unsure how he ended up mid-ring

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with his arm bending in three different directions. Marion slowly gets to his feet, bringing Young with him. Clothesline to Young, ducked. Young hooks a waistlock. Marion with a back kick to Youngís no-no spot! The fans boo as Marion declares: ìThatís it! No more fooling around! That title is as good as mine!î

Marion spits in Youngís face. Young looks pissed! He charges at Marion who hits him with a drop toe hold into a half crab! Marion reaches out and grabs Nicoleís hand which helps him apply even more pressure on Young! Marion releases her hand and reduces the amount of pressure, basically sitting on Young. ìThis man was your world champion?î he asks the booing crowd. ìThis amateur?î Young kicks his leg back sending Marion to the ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: Marion needs to take Young more seriously. Youngís resume is a lot more impressive than Marionís; heís held every title in REBEL Pro for Chrissakes!

COREY TAYLOR: Itís all part of his plan. Youíre so simple, Rob.

VINCENT BLACK: Rob isn’t as complex as being simple.

Young climbs to his feet to the cheers of the fans. Marion looks confused. Young with a lariat, ducked. Marion applies a waistlock, reversed. Marion elbows his way out of Youngís waistlock. Marion runs off of the ropes, Young catches him with a belly-to-bellyÖ no! Reversed into a neckbreaker! Young climbs to his feet, holding his neck, only to be dropkicked down! Marion pushes him into the corner, whips him across the ring. Runs in for a splashóYoung gets a foot up! Young runs in for a bulldog but Marion throws him! Young stands up only to be hit with a æ running facelock! Cover!

One!

Two!

Thókickout!

Marion looks frustrated. He picks Young up and snapmares him over. Off of the ropesÖ dropkick to the back of the head! He goes up to the second turnbuckleÖ flying elbow drop! Cover!

One!

Two!

Thrókickout!

Marion argues with the referee, telling him itís a three-count, not a four-count and that his arithmetic skills are pitiful. Marion picks Young up. Snap suplex! And a Sharpshooter! Young is fighting it, trying to crawl to the ropes, but he is unable to. Marion cinches, again grabbing Nicoleís hand to apply as much pressure as possible. Finally Young is able to push his legs back, sending Marion flying through the ropes into Nicole! Marion stands up, berating Young for ìhitting a girl!î He helps Nicole to his feet. Young with a plancha! But Marion moves Nicole out of the way and Young hits the guardrail!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Weíre not used to seeing Thomas Young fly through the air like thatÖ but the contendership is on the line! What a risky move!

COREY TAYLOR: Stick to the ground, Thomas. Maybe now youíll learn your lesson!

VINCENT BLACK: I doubt it, someone that thick rarely learns their lesson.

Young grabs the back of his knee which apparently caught the brunt of the impact. Marion laughs as Young hollers in pain. The referee asks Young if he wants to stop the match but he shakes his head no. To which Marion rolls him into the ring, then goes outside the ring postÖ Figure Four Leglock around the ring post! Young is in an incredible amount of pain! He is freaking out, refusing to tap, but he is flopping around like a fish out of water! Finally Marion relents but Young cannot even stand. He uses the ropes to pull himself up then immediately falls back down. Marion walks over to the timekeeperís table and shines his contender trophy, then re-enters the ring.

Cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Kickout! Marion canít believe it.

ROB MARTINEZ: No offense to Marion, but if Young wouldnít tap out before, why wouldnít he kickout of a pinfall attempt?

COREY TAYLOR: Who the hell asked your advice? He has a manager and her name is Nicole Rhodes. And I love her!

VINCENT BLACK: Yeah Rob, shut up before I punch you in the mouth.

ìJust give up, you idiot!î Marion yells. Figure four in the middle of the ring. Young flops around again, helpless.

His squirming slows down.

The referee raises his arm.

Once.

Twice.

Thróno! X-Pac revival!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is risking his career right now! He is too young for this!

COREY TAYLOR: Pun intended?

ROB MARTINEZ: NO!

VINCENT BLACK: Rob is too dumb to make a pun.

But it is short livedÖ his eyes close.

The referee raises his arm.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner

Nicole Rhodes grabs the microphone out of Jennyís hand. She gives Jenny a nasty look then looks out at the crowd, seemingly loving the boos.

NICOLE RHODES: The winner of the match, as if there was ever ANY doubt, the NEXT REBEL World Heavyweight ChampionÖ the REVOLUTIONARYÖ MARCUS MARION!

Nicole raises Marionís arm into the air as officials check on Thomas Young and prepare to help him to the back. Thomas limps down the aisle, limping heavily on his left leg and barely able to walk.

VINCENT BLACK: I think Young may have a torn ligament.

ROB MARTINEZ: Got experience with those don’t you?

COREY TAYLOR: I’d watch it Rob.

VINCENT BLACK: Agreed Corey, Rob watch it or you’ll be looking down over your own back.

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“I’m A Rebel” hits up in the speakers and the crowd gives a mixed reaction for the Rebel Pro Owner, Larry Gordon. Larry walks down the aisleway, shaking a few hands before he steps up the ring steps and into the ring. Leaning his big bulk over the top rope, he gets the microphone from Jenny Jersey and brings it up to his lips.

LARRY GORDON: “Hello Rebel Pro fans!”

Still a mixed reaction, Gordon looks a bit perplexed before a smile crosses his face. It is a knowing smile, a bit regretful, but still there.

LARRY GORDON: “I know you, or most of you, aren’t happy with what I did last show with allowing Yung Mula to run High Stakes…”

He looks at the crowd.

LARRY GORDON: “But it isn’t something I wanted to do, but something that I absolutely have to do. After I get through speaking now I’m heading on a flight to see my grandma who is getting progressively worse by the hour.”

The crowd hushes, they had no idea that she was that bad off. Larry gets a bit choked up.

LARRY GORDON: “The doctors say that she might not even be there when I arrive so I’ve got to cut this short and catch my flight.”

The crowd is still hushed.

LARRY GORDON: “But for a bit more bad news.”

The crowd is still hushed.

LARRY GORDON: “Unfortunately the World Title Grudge Match will not be taking place tonight as planned because of Chad Kurtis’ injury up in NAPW.”

Another reason for this crowd to hate NAPW as they begin to boo heavily at NAPW not Larry Gordon.

LARRY GORDON: “Now they are a talented bunch, but facts are facts. However…”

The crowd falls silent, waiting.

LARRY GORDON: “As my last official act before I leave I have signed a particular match for High Stakes.”

The crowd is on the edge of their seats.

LARRY GORDON: “Chad Kurtis will be defending his Rebel Pro World Championship against Macculloch at High Stakes in a match for all of you fans. Anyone with a ticket to this show will receive tickets for the High Stakes show at half price!”

The crowd loves him again, they just love him.

LARRY GORDON: “With that said, I have to leave and may you enjoy High Stakes.”

The crowd, as one, sands up clapping for Larry Gordon.

CROWD: “Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon! Get Well Soon!”

Larry looks around, slapping a few hands as he exits the arena to “I’m A Rebel”

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and is for the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championships…

“Bedrock” by Young Money hits up and the crowd gives their mixed reaction. Some feel that Yung Mula did a dirty thing to Larry Gordon, but ninety percent of the crowd think the two of them helped out a desperate man.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers, at a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds, Jer$ey and Mack… YUNG MULA!

Jer$ey and Mack glad hand a few hands before stepping inside the ring and waiting on the bell to ring.

COREY TAYLOR: I swear Rob, if you sing I’ll knock your teeth down your throat

VINCENT BLACK: True because Rob, thinking about you making anyone’s bed rock is the best diet plan since I walked in on Bubba J that time.

ROB MARTINEZ: Huh? What?

“Shallow Bay” by Breaking Benjamins hits the speakers as the crowd gives no reaction until they realize it is the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno. Both men walk down to the ring, glad anding fans as they come down.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds… Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno… GENERATION NOW!

Duncan slides under the bottom rope as Justin flips over into the ring.

DING DING

Justin circles around Jer$ey in the center of the ring, both teams doing their best to respect each other in the early going at least. Both teams enjoy the fans, the fans enjoy both teams, well for the most part anyways. The fans still aren’t happy with Yung Mula, but why give up so much money for nothing? Exactly, you’d do the same thing. Justin and Jer$ey go in for a lockup, Justin leaps into mid-air from a flat footed stance, over Jer$ey, dropkick to his back sends Jer$ey into the ropes. Justin rushes over as Jer$ey rebounds, shoulder into the midsection catches Jer$ey off-guard.

ROB MARTINEZ: Justin’s debut here in Rebel Pro is working out so far.

COREY TAYLOR: Who cares?

VINCENT BLACK: I sure don’t.

Justin reaches out tagging in Duncan Aries who steps through the ropes. Duncan with a swinging neckbreaker off the ropes takes Jer$ey down onto the mat as Justin hops over the top rope. Duncan begins to stomp away on Jer$ey with ferocity until he pulls him up to a vertical base. Irish whip into the ropes, but Jer$ey stops his momentum by grabbing the top rope before reaching to tag in Mack. The big man steps over the top rope, glaring down at Duncan Aries.

COREY TAYLOR: Duncan is gonna get killed.

ROB MARTINEZ: By whom?

VINCENT BLACK: Me when I can return.

Duncan doesn’t back down from the challenge, begging Mack to bring any thing he thinks he needs. Mack walks over, asking for a test of strength, Duncan obliges. Duncan and Mack lock hands, but Duncan beats Mack to the punch with a toe kick into his ribs sending Mack over to one side. Duncan still holds onto the hand, kicking again with harder force that doubles Mack over further, Duncan with a thigh kick sends Mack down to one knee. Duncan yanks down on the arm, trying to pull the shoulder out of its socket as he reaches back for a tag from Moreno. Justin makes the tag, hopping up to the top turnbuckle. Duncan brings Mack to a kneeling position, his back up towards the lights. Justin lands with a double foot stomp on Mack, leaping back up quickly(from Mack’s back) to deliver a dropkick right i nto Jer$ey’s face that sends him out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: What agility from Moreno.

COREY TAYLOR: Show off.

VINCENT BLACK: Why don’t you marry Justin since you are so infatuated with his agility?

Justin into the ropes, baseball slide right into Mack’s face rolls him over onto his back, facing the lights now. Justin pulls Mack up to a kneeling position, swift series of kicks to the head daze Mack and the challengers aren’t looking so hot in the early going. Justin looks over to Jer$ey, who is climbing back to the ring apron. Mack is down on one knee, Justin hits the ropes, shining wizard to Mack takes him back down on the canvas. The Tag Team Champions are looking like a team should in a tag team match as they have totally dominated Yung Mula here in this match. Justin goes for the cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go.

VINCENT BLACK: Does this guy ever shut up?

COREY TAYLOR: Talk about his mama and he’ll get quiet as a church mouse.

Jer$ey with the save pulls Justin’s leg taking him off of Mack, but here comes Duncan into the squared circle. Duncan and Jer$ey lock up horns in the center of the ring where they begin to exchange

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blows. The sound of flesh meeting flesh resounds all the way into the tenth row before Duncan is able to boot Jer$ey in the gut and send him down with a DDT. Duncan turns around, Mack is getting back up, throwing fists into Justin’s face backing the much smaller man up against the ropes. Duncan rushes over, turning Mack around, catching him off-guard. Justin rushes around. Mack is whipped into the ropes, Justin follows quickly after him. Mack rebounds, Duncan hits the ropes, Justin avoids the desperation clothesline from Mack to rebound behind him. Justin hits a chopblock as Duncan leaps with a spear.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Car Wreck!

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah, that is what this team is.

VINCENT BLACK: I couldn’t agree more.

ROB MARTINEZ: Culture Shock!

Duncan hooks the leg for the cover, remember in Rebel it doesn’t matter who is considered to be the legal man because there are no rules.

One…

Two…

Three.

DING! DING! DING!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match and STIIIIIIIIIL Rebel Pro Tag Team Champions…. the team of Duncan Aries and Justin Moreno…. Generation Now!

Two men hop the barricade, it is Chris Casino and Krusty Kid Paul, lead pipes in their hands. The crowd begins to boo heavily so Duncan and Justin assume it is them they are booing at and as they go to turn to receive their belts… Casino and KKP slam their heads with the lead pipes sending them down to the mat with hard shots. Justin lands in front of Paul as Casino stands over Aries, both members of Dirty Money have sick smiles of triumph on their faces. Paul steps through the ropes, retrieving the Rebel Pro Tag Team Championship belts before he steps back into the ring. Paul hands one to Casino, who stares down at the gold before he drops it on Duncan’s face; Paul does the same to Moreno. Krusty Kid Paul has gotten a microphone from somewhere and stares down at Moreno.

KRUSTY KID PAUL: Welcome to my world… bitch!

With that, Dirty Money exits the ring, triumph on their faces, boos in their ears, and the Tag Team Champions’ numbers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Totally uncalled for.

COREY TAYLOR: Totally brilliant.

VINCENT BLACK: Totally hilarious and well deserved.

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Jenny Jersey: The next match is scheduled for one fall.

ìLead into Demiseî by Kingdom of Sorrow blares over the P.A. system as Johnny Maverick walks out from behind the curtain to a moderate response from the crowd.

Rob Martinez: Well it seems that the crowd may have warmed up to Maverick since his last stint here in REBEL Pro.

Corey Taylor: Well theyíve never had any taste so I donít see why now should be any different.

Jenny Jersey: Introducing first from Washington D.C. weighing in at two-hundred twenty five pounds, Johnny Maverick!

Johnny slides into the ring to await his opponent. Kingdom of Sorrow is replaced by Superjoint Ritualís ìDress Like a Targetî as Krusty Kid Paul makes his entrance with a steel chair in hand. The sight of the weapon elicits a much larger pop from the crowd as they can feel this match is going to be violent. The steel chair also prompts Maverick to grad himself a weapon as well; in this case a crutch offered by a member of the crowd.

Corey Taylor: Oh I think business is about to pick up here tonight.

Rob Martinez: What, couldnít think of something original to say?

Corey Taylor: He stole that line from me!

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve watched Johnny over in PWA and this guy can get as hardcore as they come.

Jenny Jersey: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds; from Kitchener Ontario, Krusty Kid Paul!

Paul climbs up the steps and into the ring. Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell as KKP and Maverick slowly circle each other, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Johnny takes a wide swing with his crutch, ducked by KKP who in turn throws his chair at Maverick. Maverick side steps the chair but gets nailed by a dropkick. Both men quickly back to their feet but now weaponless. Johnny with a sudden charge towards Krusty who dodges a clotheslineÖ and hits a swinging neck breaker!

Rob Martinez: A beautiful counter by Krusty Kid Paul as Johnny goes down hard early in the match.

Paul grabs the chair and brings it down across the back of Maverickís neck as he tries to get back to his feet. A quick cover by KKP and a kick out by Maverick at one and a half. KKP quick to press the advantage picks up Maverick for a Bottle OpenerÖ Johnny counters with a mule kick to the groin of Paul. Maverick grabs the chair and brings it down on the head of his opponent. Paul gets back to his feet only to be sent right back down with another chair shot to the skull. Somehow Paul stays on his feet as he tries to shake off the blow. Another chair shot, this one busting him open but still not bringing him down. Maverick drops the chair and plants him with a DDT onto the discarded weapon. Johnny covers PaulÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

Kickout by KKP!

VINCENT BLACK: Bet those nuts are hurting something painful.

ROB MARTINEZ: Vincent, you can’t say things like that.

COREY TAYLOR: Are you gonna stop him?

Maverick goes to grab the crutch and walks back over to Krusty who just took a pair of brass knuckles out of his tights. Johnny swings the weapon down across the back of Paul who takes the blow before launching a haymaker to the jaw of Maverick. Johnny goes down hard from the brass knuckled fist of Krusty Kid Paul. Paul smiles at the crowd before picking Johnny up by the hair and whipping him into the turnbuckle. Paulie follows with a hard lariat before tying Maverick in the Tree of Woe. Krusty grabs the arm of JohnnyÖ Crack Rock Steady! Maverick lets out a cry of pain as Paul hangs of the apron with the cross-arm applied. Jimmy Johnson is trying to convince KKP to let the hold go but Paul seems to be out to break Mavericks arm here tonight. Finally, after about two straight minutes KKP drops the hold and rolls back into the ring. He picks Maverick back up and goes for a suplexÖ No, Maverick somehow turns it into The Perfect Armbar! KKP screams against the pain as his arm bends almost to the point of snapping. Jimmy Johnson in position to see If KKP taps out but Paul is showing his tenacity and refusing to give into the pain. Paul is however starting to fade fast as he stops struggling.

VINCENT BLACK: This match isn’t as hardcore as I thought it would be… maybe I should help them out a bit.

ROB MARTINEZ: Let them fight among themselves.

COREY TAYLOR: Again ask, are you gonna stop him?

Jimmy lifts his arm into the air and lets it fall

OneÖ

He lifts it again.

TwoÖ

One more time and itís over.

No! Paul keeps his arm from hitting the ground for a third time and begins pulling himself in search of the ropesÖ and he finds them. Maverick releases the arm bar and picks Paul up for the ABM… and he hits it!

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ

NO, NO, NO, KKP gets his shoulder up! Johnny Maverick is beside himself as he argues with Jimmy Johnson about a slow count but the official is sticking to his call. Kkp is slowly getting back to his feet; Maverick turns back to KrustyÖ Krusty with a boot to Johnnyís mid-sectionÖ K-CUTTER OUT OF NOWHERE! Krusty Kid Paul makes the coverÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ!

Krusty as his arms in the air but Jimmy Johnson is calling it off. Johnny had is foot on the rope. Krusty is yelling at the ref saying that he made the count but Johnson isnít backing down. Krusty goes back to Maverick and sets him up for the Krusty BombÖ No, Maverick reverses itÖ ABM onto the steel chair! The coverÖ

OneÖ

TwoÖ

ThreeÖ

Thatís it. Itís over.

Ding, ding, ding

Jenny Jersey: And here is your winner; Johnny Maverick!

VINCENT BLACK: Told you all that these two were tough as nails.

COREY TAYLOR: It took two ABMs from Johnny to put KKP away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Give it to Paul…

VINCENT BLACK: Shut up Rob.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah Rob, know your role.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome folks, to our main event for the evening.

COREY TAYLOR: I still can’t believe Zeke is finding people to team with his smelly ass.

VINCENT BLACK: He does smell like a hog pen.

ROB MARTINEZ: You can say whatever you want about Zekeís hygiene, but no one can discount his heart and determination.

COREY TAYLOR: So itís ok that he smells like sweaty sheep?

ìThe Odditiesî by ICP blares through the arena, the crowd giving The Freak Show a mixed reaction, though with their opponents tonight, the boos seem a bit heavy. The Freak is in front of Shut Down, who lumbers to the ring behind his smaller tag partner.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 500lbs, The Freak, Shut Down, they are THE FREAK SHOW!!!

The Freak brandishes a sinister smile as he surveys the crowd, hopping onto the apron, entering the ring. Shut Down steps over the ropes after him and the two look focused and ready for their match.

COREY TAYLOR: These two guys right here Martinez, next tag champs, mark my words.

ROB MARTINEZ: Maybe, maybe not, so far the Freak Show has shown they can beat, well, doppelgangers of the recent tag champs. Whoever wins this one though, could be a serious contender to the champs.

VINCENT BLACK: Rob, I didn’t appreciate that comment.

ìSimple Manî by Lynyrd Skynyrd blares as the crowd in audience rise to their feet with a big pop for a true Rebel favorite in J.T. Whiplash. He emerges from behind the curtain, wearing his usual Rebel Pride gear, complete with big Confederate flag he waves to the crowd. JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Paint Rock, Tennessee, weighing in at 245lbs. he is J.T. WHIPLASH!!!!!!!

He sees signs that read ìKill Aeolusîand ìFeel J.T.ís Wrathî and he nods with approval. He waits by the curtain, his flag over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: And here comes who many feel is the soul of Rebel Pro.

COREY TAYLOR: If thatís the case, Iíd rather we have no soul at all!

VINCENT BLACK: An inbred soul, really Rob? Is that what you want?

ìBeverly Hillbillies Themeî by Flatts and Scruggs plays as the fans give a respectful roaring pop to the emerging Cuziní Zeke. He shakes hands with Whiplash and then turns his glance to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his tag team partner, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, weighing in at 263lbs. he is CUZINí ZEKE!!

The duo make their way down the aisle, Whiplash entering through the ropes and Zeke sliding under the ropes in his overalls and

bright red shirt underneath. Whiplash waves his flag proudly as The Freak Show talk strategy in their corner, Zekeís music fading out.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a team Whiplash and Zeke make, almost a dream team of sorts for our Rebel fans!

COREY TAYLOR: So what? Are you and our brain dead fans suggesting these two idiots get married and make babies even uglier than they are? Sheesh!

VINCENT BLACK: Rob just likes him some of that kinda loving.

Referee Jimmy

Johnson calls for the bell and we are underway, as The Freak waits anxiously in his corner, ready to pounce at any moment, Whiplash speaks to Zeke who nods and takes his place on the apron. Whiplash rubs his hands together, then claps them together, as the fans stomp their feet and clap along with him as he moves in on The Freak, who begins circling the wily veteran. The Freak lunges in with some swift kicks to the left leg of Whiplash, followed by a nice kick to the gut doubling J.T. over. The Freak hits the ropes and tries for a clothesline, Whiplash ducking and firing off some jabs to his smaller opponent. The Freak staggers back and Whiplash fires off some more shots to the temple, then spins and hits a haymaker knocking The Freak to the mat. The Freak gets right back up and runs right into a stiff lariat from Whiplash almost taking the speedsterís head off, the crowd cheering on the Paint Rock, Tennessee native.

ROB MARTINEZ: Whiplash showing this old dog still has teeth.

COREY TAYLOR: Weíre still early here Martinez. Freak Show has a plan to put that old dog down for good.

VINCENT BLACK: I didn’t think either Zeke or Whiplash had teeth.

Whiplash clenches his right fist tight, ready to fire off another shot, bringing The Freak to his feet, when he is countered with a rake to the eyes, the fans booing The Freak for his antics. The smaller man fires off some rapid kicks and punches knocking Whiplash to the mat. He then slides under the ropes to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Youíd think after a display of moves like that, The Freak would stay on his opponent. What is he doing now?

COREY TAYLOR: Oh he knows exactly what heís doing, just watch and learn Martinez!

VINCENT BLACK: I’ve got a feeling Freak is getting hardcore here.

Freak looks under the ring and pulls out a ladder, sliding it into the ring, the fans giving him a nice pop for adding such a deadly element to the match. As Whiplash gets to his feet, The Freak swings up with the ladder, catching Whiplash in the gut. The Freak follows it up by crashing down on the back of Whiplash with the ladder. Kicking the ladder aside, Freak goes for the cover on Whiplash, turning him over for the pin.

ONE!

TWO! And Zeke, to the delight of the crowd breaks up the pin.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thatís right Zeke, this match shouldnít end that way.

COREY TAYLOR: Yeah idiot, keep the punishment to your partner going, be our guest!

Before Zeke can exit the ring, Shut Down charges the ring and levels Zeke with a big boot knocking him to the outside. Shut Down steps over the ropes to the outside, continuing his assault on Zeke with stomps. In the ring The Freak grabs Whiplash and tosses him into the ring post shoulder first, then dumps the veteran to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: The action spilling to both sides of the ring, Shut Down and Zeke trading blows, and, hey what is The Freak planning?

VINCENT BLACK: Whatever it is, as long as it hurts that old fossil, Iím game!

COREY TAYLOR: Good and right Vincent.

The Freak slams Whiplashís skull off the announce table. He unhooks one of the monitors, smashing it across J.T.ís face. Whiplash is on dream street it seems, as The Freak removes the second monitor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey! Somebody stop this!

COREY TAYLOR: Donít listen to this sour puss Freak, go for it!

VINCENT BLACK: If only Bubba J and myself could face The Freak Show, we’d show them some Hardcore Entertainment.

The Freak delivers some solid shots to the temple of J.T., a small trickle of blood opening up on the veteranís forehead. Draping J.T. on the table, he goes to enter the ring, the fans popping as he ascends the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: No! Stop this! J.T. isnít moving!

COREY TAYLOR: Screw that, who cares, deliver the death blow!

The Freak leaps off as cameras flash, but at the last moment, J.T. moves off the table, The Freak crashing through the announce table, flattening it, and himself, seemingly, in the process.

COREY TAYLOR: Damn it! The old bastard moved! Are you ok Freak?

ROB MARTINEZ: Good lord! The Freak is out cold!

VINCENT BLACK: Hahahahahahahahahahaha

On the other side of the ring, Zeke slams Shut Downís head into the steel steps. Whiplash enters the ring as Zeke rolls the big Shut Down into the ring. Whiplash climbs the top rope and leaps off.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Rebel Yell!

Whiplash gets up and points to Zeke who is on the top rope, leaping off with a splash of his own.

COREY TAYLOR: That stinky hillbilly can fly?

VINCENT BLACK: There are some flies around him.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Mudpuddle! Zeke goes for the cover. One! Two! Three!

VINCENT BLACK: Damn it!

The crowd pops big time for the duo, as Jimmie Johnson raises the arms of Whiplash and Zeke.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of this bout-

Over the PA system, Jen is interrupted by the loud and obnoxious sound of someone clearing their throat.

AEOLUS WRATH:ìTake a break sweet cheeks, Iíll handle this one.î

The fans instantly recognize the voice of Aeolus Wrath as he emerges from behind the curtain, a mic in his hand, wearing his usual attire of black windbreaker pants and dark purple windbreaker hoodie, the hood pushed back, his jet black hair spiked back.

AEOLUS WRATH: The winners of this match, with the total combined IQ of 6, CUZIN ZEKE, and the man I will destroy at High Stakes, give it up folks, take your pictures now, because this could be the last time you see him on his own two feet, J.T. WHIPLASH!!!

Zeke looks unimpressed, as Whiplash glares back at Wrath, daring him to come to the ring. Wrath just looks back at J.T. with a sinister smile.

COREY TAYLOR: Ha! The best ring announcing job ever, I think Wrath did better than Jenny!

VINCENT BLACK: But he doesn’t look better.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wrath continues to push the buttons of Whiplash, and I for one canít wait for this young man to get whatís coming to him! For Corey Taylor, this is Rob Martinez saying goodnight folks!

VINCENT BLACK: And I must be just a near seven foot mass of bologna.

The last thing we see is the sly grin of Wrath before fading to the Rebel Pro logo.

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Credits

Freak Show vs Cuzin’ Zeke & J.T. Whiplash – Nick
Generation Now vs Yung Mula – Bean

Marcus Marion vs Thomas Young – MJ

KKP vs Johnny Maverick – Brad

Dirty Money Segment – Brion the Sexy

Larry Gordon segment – Bean