[Bean]

-Non Title-
Justin Case vs Marina Blue

3 RPs Per Wrestler.

RP Period Begins: Now
RP Period Ends: July 28 11:59pm EST
Strat Deadline: July 28 11:59pm EST

[justincase]

The setting starts off as we view a baseball diamond, seemingly five or six rows up from Home plate. As our eyes gaze upon this open field, on closer inspection, with the pitcher about to throw a sinking 2 seam fastball, looking into the signs of the catcher. On the pitchers shirt lies " Durham Bulls " tainted across the chest, and infact, it is now known to be a game of Triple A baseball! With the home team out on the field, it is a Syracuse Chief's lone player up to bat, as he fouls off the burning pitch.

Strike!!

The empire yells out as the camera pans left viewing a decent sunday July crowd. With the smell of popcorn in the air, peanuts are being sold by the vendors walking the stairs of Durham Central Park.

JC: Peanuts, over here!!

The camera pans right as we see why we are cast upon this ballgame. " The Millennium Game " Justin Case and his laughable gimped manager are sitting right behind homeplate a few rows up to catch the prolonged thinking action that is the game of baseball. Justin Case and Hugh Aredone however, are dressed completely in Syracuse Chiefs attire.

The peanuts and popcorn man comes up to Case as Justin slips him a 50 dollar bill for one bag of peanuts. Chewing and spitting out sunflower seeds. " TMG " addresses the camera upon him as the sounds of baseball linger in the hot July air.

JC: Lets go Cheifs!

HA: Yeah...Lets go team blue!

Talking to the camera but his eyes are soley on the action

JC: Now, I know what you all may be thinking in T.V. land. Why on earth would the talented likes of yours truly, your REBEL PRO World Champion, be sitting among mere mortals watching a second rate team play some second rate baseball. Well you see, in my country I am infact a diehard Toronto Blue Jays fan! And you know what? Toronto's own farm team was and is still in my talented heart...The Blue Jays farm team is the triple A Syracuse Chiefs! And that alone is the very reason I am here. Not only to show my love and passion for my team, but also to make loud noises and get into the minds of the opposing team. Having then at the same talented time annoy every fan sitting here tonight. The more annoying I am. And the louder I cheer, the more these redneck lazy good for nothing fans of Durham, North Carolina will hate and despise me. Just the way I like it. These untalented people are just brain washed into thinking this place is at all worthy of staying in. The only reason I now own a home here is soley because I am infact The biggest free agent signing to REBEL PRO in its prolonged history! Simply put!

YOU CALL THAT A PITCH? YOU ALL SUCK MY TALENTED BALLS!!

Now looking into the camera

JC: Kids shield your ears, or not. I never said I was a role model. Unless your parents want me to. Anyways, there is something else that has brushed by my talented attention span. Two things actually. One thing is that loonie tunes Jester has come up with a bright idea, for once. And as this " Tournament of Terrors " commenses. Let your World Champion set the record straight. I infact wont be participating in this Tournament. You see Jester, as a punishment for stealing my championship belt, your beast will now have to win the whole tournament in order to get a Title match vs yours truly. So listen up good because I know I have caught your attention. Once your monster has made his way through the tournament, then and only then, will you EVER get a shot a my World Title! mmkay? But have no fear because in this Tournament of Terrors, I have faith that you will infact come out the winner, stipulation or not. This just adds to the talented flavor. You're not the only one running this REBEL PRO show. I am world champion for a reason. Now, let me move on.

Yours truly has another thing to address. That something else calls herself Marina Blue. Ah yes, I remember our last encounter, slut. May I call you that? oh Im not the only one who thinks you are easy? Well then, I remember becoming close friends with your taser, you remember that too? Wow, small world. Yes the last thing I remember is using your no legged manager boyfriends taser, on you as the ref counted to three. How easy it was indeed. So why dont you stay put in North Hollywood and stick to what you do best. Making movies for mature people. And if you decide to show up in our match up, there will be no low blow, no enziguri, no corkscrew moonsalt. Only the salty after taste of my talented discharge. Once its game on, it will be over before it ever began. Simply because I will never forget the feeling of being tasered. By hell or high waters I intend for that one moment of weakness to never happen again! I LEARN FROM MY PAST! You wont be the first or the last to feel my talented wrath. The feeling of being tasered wont even come close to the feeling of pain I will put you through. In the beginning I said I would never hit a woman. But given our history and what occured, you infact are no woman. You are my heartless mistress. I will leave your broken body sealed with a kiss. I hold three title belts at the same time, sunshine! Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this f*ckin show!!!

HEY BATTER, BATTER, BATTER, BATTER!!!

With that Justin Case goes back to watching the game as the sun comes down over the homeruned wall.

GAME ON!!

Fade to black

[Emperor Ian]

We fade in on Ian Schwarz waiting outside the Downtown Distillery in Albuquerque.

"Ian, Ian"!

Ian looks up to see his adult entertainer client, who has obviously taken quite a bit of abuse.

I: Wow, you're still walking.

M: Yeah, I'm still walking. I didn't just survive, I fucking won!

Ian stares at her confused.

M: Yes Ian, believe it or not, I defeated Riona Langly.

I: She probably just knocked you silly.

M: No it's not brain damage. The PWA doctor had me checked out.

I: So you actually pinned the PWA champion, huh? Did Lisa Seldon totally screw her over or something?

M: No, she was at the announcing table, but didn't get involved. It wasn't totally clean though; one guy hit her with a chair.

I: Figures.

M: But I did most of the work. We'll have to watch the match as soon as we get back.

I: Wish I could have been there. Actually, I probably would have just gotten my ass beat.

M: I wish you were able to be there too, but hey I couldn't have done it without you.

I: Yeah right.

M: No, I mean it. As soon as we get back to Carolina, I'm going to take you out and show you a good ol' time.

I: After another bus ride from hell, I'll be too tired. Plus, there's no way to have a good ol' time in Carolina unless you're a drunken brain-dead hick.

M: Come on now, I love my fans. I don't want to hear you badmouth them.

I: Fine. So now that you've gotten one over on the champ, do you get a title shot?

M: Well nothing is set in stone, but Lisa did approach me about joining the PWA. At least I think she did.

I: Yes! That means we can ditch the redneck inbred tweaker bush league and get back to the majors. Oh sorry, I mean the fine upstanding Southern-American Indy league.

M: Well first off, I came to Rebel-Pro seeking to prove myself to be the true queen of hardcore. Remember that?

I: Fuck that noise, sell out!

M: Second, Lisa would have to convince the board of directors and Sommers to allow her to hire me.

I: Well that would be a problem.

M: And finally, she never mentioned you.

I: Well I don't think I've done anything to piss her off, yet. If you vouch for me, maybe she'll support me getting my job back.

M: Either way, I don't think I'll be joining the PWA. I simply can't work both promotions, and I'm not giving up Rebel yet.

I: Yeah, who wants to get paid for getting the shit kicked out of them on a weekly basis? The toothless grins of a few dozen -

Marina glares at him.

I: - Classy intelligent wrestling fans with very good hygiene are all the thanks you need.

M: OK Ian, I'll make a deal with you. Riona will probably want a rematch badly enough to put up the PWA title. If I win the belt, then I will use it to get us both under fat PWA contracts. How's that sound?

I: That sounds good, but can you beat her again?

M: I don't know. Look, we are done with this business for the time being. Now we focus on Rebel-Pro. I am facing their champion this time, also a non-title bout.

I: Oh no, not the almighty Rebel-Pro world champion! How ever will you be able to take down this Goliath?

M: You shouldn't mock him Ian. Remember the last time we faced him?

I: How can I forget? Oh yeah, I got fucking tazered and blacked out.

M: Now it's time to get payback.

I: Kinda seems like a huge step down, doesn't it?

M: Every match is important Ian.

I: Sure Marina. Well let's get out of here, we only have four days to get to Aggression.

They walk off as we fade out.

[Emperor Ian]

We find Marina standing by Chet Whettleson backstage at the Aggression Arena.

Chet: I am standing next to the lovely and talented Marina Blue, a woman who has a very busy week already. As I am sure our fans have heard by now, you pulled off quite an upset on PWA Rampage...or sorry I mean Chaos. Honest mistake, please don't shoot me Simon Kalis.

Marina: Well I knew nobody thought that I could pull it off, so there really was no pressure on me. I just went out there and focused on keeping up with Riona. And she put me through hell, no doubt about that. I realize that if not for Matt Stone running in with the chair, I would have been unable to fight back sooner or later.

Chet: Don't sell yourself short, you did a hell of a job out there representing Rebel-Pro. Recently though, there has been some talk of you jumping ship and becoming a PWA wrestler full-time. Is there any truth to this rumor?

Marina: Listen Chet, you don't have to worry about me pulling a LeBron. I am proud to be part of the Rebel-Pro family. I came here to win the Rebel World Championship and I guarantee you all that it will happen. Right now, I'm trying not to even think about any other wrestling promotion. All I care about is getting revenge on the current titlist, the man who tazered myself and Ian, Justin Case.

Chet: Speaking of which, your opponent has had a few words for you. Have you had a chance to watch his promo?

Marina: Yeah I watched that thing. I'm not sure why I bothered though. I already knew he was an egotistical douchebag. He says he's going to make me taste his salty "talented" discharge. Well I'm sure it'll be more pleasant that the taste of his violated bleeding pooper.

Chet: What?

Marina: I'll make sure he finds that out firsthand.

She pulls a vibrator out of her purse.

Chet: I think we have rules against raping people, especially during matches. I sure hope we do anyway.

Marina: Of course I'm not really going to jam it up his ass. I just want to show him that I can be vulgar too.

Chet: Well I think we knew that already.

Marina: That's not to say I couldn't find some use for it or any of my other toys.

Chet: I bet you could. Well before you go get ready to rumble, anything else to want to say?

Marina: Well, I think that I should let my work in the ring speak for itself. I know I'm far from 100%. I'm hurting pretty bad from last Monday night. But dammit, Justin Case has the most punchable face I've ever seen, and I must give in to the urge to slap that stupid smug grin off his face.

Chet: Well thank you Marina. I know that will be a very exciting contest tonight. I hope all you hardcore rasslin fans find some way to tune in.

[justincase]

We simply see Justin Case as a REBEL PRO banner hang in the background. Upon his talented shoulder lie his World Champion Title, Hugh Aredone is no where to be seen. Just the cocky smirk that comes across into the camera. Standing there, with a stare, dressed in fine suit. The color of your choosing, " The Millennium Game " speaks.

JC: Marina, Marina, Marina....you really think you stand a chance against yours truly? when I already beat you once, as I have beaten many a person that rank FAR above the likes of your untalented talent. Come on now, I have better things to do with my talented time then to stand here and tell you how I am gonna wipe the mat with your bitch ass. Right now I could be doing anything, quite frankly, and it would be more important then this here promo. Girl, you are not at my level and never will be. Face it, just go face your own kind in a second rate wrestling promotion.

So what, you got lucky in a match in PWA. ha, a brand that lacks in direction and leadership. Something only yours truly has. So put away your sex toys, give up the fake nails and the wig and go back to beating people that are more at your lower level. Or face me and deal with the error of your ways. Either or, you are still what you are. You can give an ape a banana and even he will know not to eat the skin. If you keep talking it will be equal to an ape eating a banana with the skin still on. You can put a wig on a donkey but it will still be a Jack ass. So stop now before I really get mad.

Have fun in PWA, where you infact belong. I am the King of REBEL PRO. Look no further then my World Championship Title. How dare you even TRY to match my talented talent. Stop now or forever feel the consequences. Good luck in our little match. You'll need it. Justin Case U didnt know, I rule this f*cking show!!

Just like that Justin Case walks off the set.

Fade to black.