NAPW/REBEL Supershow I – 05/15/2007

NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW I
05/15/2007
The Polish Hall is nearly full, and buzzing. It’s been several long weeks since an NAPW event here. Tonight, however, is not just an NAPW event. Two feds
bring their best to Edmonton. NAPW and REBEL Pro Wrestling, sister feds from Edmonton, AB and Raleigh, NC cross-promoting a huge event. Both promotion’s
titles will be on the line. Two different styles of wrestling, the no holds barred environment of REBEL Pro Wrestling and the stiff, pure wrestling style
of NAPW. Either way the crowd is hot hot hot as it is—

WE’RE SCRAPPPED VALENTINES, WE’RE TANGERINE RINDS. WE’RE CRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMES!

And then the place goes ballistic as the most hated group of men to ever unite enter the Polish Hall. Static is pushing out John Salty. Rex comes out next
wearing his REBEL Belt. The boos are deafening… as the NAPW Tag Champs walk in. Rees is wearing his Provincial belt around his waist. Banks is looking
fiery jawing with the fans. They are in the aisleway, so that they don’t leave John by himself on the outside. Static takes the mic.

STATIC: This is the welcome I get? I’m a damn legend here, and you people need to damn well respect me. You make me glad that I never have to perform in
this piss poor town again. I left this place and it went all to hell until Rex bought it. Then it become good again. With the Crimes taking charge.. this
place will be great. Lloyd Rees is one of the most talented wrestlers ever! Rex Caliber is the toughest bastard I’ve ever faced. David Banks is more athletically
gifted than Steve Nash, Lebron James and Kobe Bryant COMBINED! This group with the devious minds of me and John… it’s criminal.

Static hands the microphone to REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion… and NAPW Owner, Rex Caliber. REX: EDMONTON! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU? Now you can save the
boos for Ravager, and save your breath for someone he gives a (BLEEP). Rex Caliber is here to defend his belt, and make a lot of money. Why are you booing
me? I saved this damn place from folding! Now tonight, well, The Crimes are going to sweep the night, and party until the sun comes up. Sparx? The man
is fooled and going to get battered bad. Rees is pimp slapping Stoney… and Banks is going to make three little bitches tap the (BLEEP) out. The Crimes
are running strong, and by God… we are down right…. BEASTLY!

Like a hot potato, the microphone gets handed to “Wrestling’s Smartest Man” John Salty.

JOHN SALTY: Ya see folks, weather ya want t’admit it or not, dis is da begin’n of a new era fer both da NAPW and REBEL Pro alike. Sure, plenty of people
have said d’hat befer but, dis is da real deal. Da New Crimes are ready t’begin d’ere reign or terror and what a better place and time d’hen da first ever
NAPW/REBEL Pro in Edmonton, Alberta where every member of dis super group has may history time and time again.

NAPW Tag Champion, David Banks, is next in line.

DAVID BANKS: Let me tell everyone that I am glad to be part of this elite group of wrestling greats and before all you ungrateful fans know it, I will be
recognized right along side of them. I have already got my hands on my first NAPW title and once I destroy Roberts, Warren, and Cataclysm I will gladly
take it upon myself to destroy Murcielago and take the REBEL Pro Carolinas Championship as property of Da New Crimes!!

The crowd boos even louder as Banks hands off to NAPW Provinical and the other half of Tag Team Champions, “‘LDK” Lloyd Rees.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: SHUT YERS MOUTHS!!

Even more boos.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Don’t ye Larrys’ understand d’hat ye are get’n da chance t’look upon greatness right now!! A scene d’hat ya may never be lucky enough
t’see again in yer pathedic live and all ye ungrateful slobs can manage t’do is boo!! Well let me tell ya dis Larrys’; when yer stand’n in da unemployment
line tomorrow wait’n t’get yer checks and day dream’n about be’n as great as any member of Da New Crimes just remeber, d’ere ain’t a f**k’n chance in hell!!
So relish in dis even’n and enjoy watch’n da most dominant group of men ever formed…DOMINATE!!

All members of The New Crimes come together.

REX CALIBER: So in case you didn’t figure it out… we are the elite! We are the…

ALL: CRIMES! CRIMES!! CRIMES!!!

The group exits through the curtain, showered in boos and possibly some flying cups and assorted liquids. The Edmonton fans know all about Rex Caliber’s
actions in REBEL Pro Wrestling…

Can you blame them for feeling betrayed?

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JACK JONES: And that Rob is why you never… ever… under any circumstances park in my space!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you really kidnap a woman’s cat?

BILL HEWSON: Not only that.. he put the picture of it, tied up, on his Christmas cards. It is May 15th, Edmonton Alberta from The Polish Hall and it is
the first-ever NAPW/REBEL Pro supershow! I’m Bill Hewson along with Jack “Attack” Jones and joining us for the evening is the Voice of REBEL, Rob Martinez!
Let’s go to the first match…

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is one fall to a finish and is under REBEL rules. It is the Hair versus Mask match, AND IS FOR THE REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
Jimmy Johnson is standing in the ring. Then it’s Gangstarr baby! “Battle” begins playing as Dio Muerte and Jeff James, enter the Polish Hall to an eruption
of cheers. Jeff looks to the left, then looks to the right. He feels the electricity in the air. Dio lightly taps his palm with his bat, and they walk
toward the ring. Referee They enter the ring, as the lovely Jenny Jersey introduces them.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers. They weigh in at a combined four hundred thirty three pounds. This is the team of DIO MUERTE, AND THE RETURNING…
JEFF JAMES!

“The New Foundation” by AkForty takes over the Polish Hall air waves. We look to the curtain and out walks Mr. B, then Thomas Young. He has his half of
the Tag belts around his waist. He has a mic in his hand.

THOMAS YOUNG: Now… cut our music. Boys… I feel kind of embarrassed but Darko hasn’t made it yet. He is running a tad late.

ROB MARTINEZ: I saw him backstage before the show? What the hell is this?

Dio and Jeff look straight up the aisle way. They shake their heads.

THOMAS YOUNG: I just need a few minutes.. and I PROMISE HE WILL BE HERE!

JACK JONES: Can these people be any more disrespectful! I’m concerned for the Prince.

BILL HEWSON: See what I put up with!

The crowd boos, and starts a BULLSHIT chant. Thomas looks at them and flips them off. Then a buzz goes through the crowd.

THOMAS YOUNG: Let me go back and check.

As he says that, Prince Darko jumps the railing after setting a trash can full of weapons down near ringside. He picks it up and throws it in the ring,
hitting Dio in the back. Dio is on one knee and in runs Thomas Young. Jeff James meets him, and Darko gets in the ring, taking advantage of Dio. The bell
sounds! This match is underway.

BILL HEWSON: A total set up by the sneaky Foundation. If it’s underhanded…they have done it!

Jeff James lays some fists all over Thomas. The brothers are exchanging blow after blow. Darko tries a suplex but is blocked. Dio gets Darko up for a BRAINBUSTER!
Jeff picks up a golf club that came from Darko’s metal trash can. He swings at Thomas who grabs the club. Jeff uses it to pull Young closer in and MASSIVE
CLOTHESLINE. Young to the outside. Jeff James on the top rope, and cross-body block on Young. James is up and pumped. Darko is dazed, and getting to his
feet. Dio has his bat in hand. Dio with a Barry Bonds swing at the head of Darko. Darko manages to get his arm to block?! HIS ARM HAS TO BE STINGING! Darko
is on the ground, writhing in pain. Jeff James on the outside, Thomas gets up only to get… CRASH LANDING! The leg sweep, Standing Moonsault, double knee
drop combo move that has the crowd chanting Jeff’s name. Dio lets Darko get up, and goes for a shuffle sidekick. Darko moves out of the way, then hits
a RUNNING DDT! The cover doesn’t even get a one count. Darko mounts Dio, and tries to get some elbows in. Dio, blocks them and grabs his right arm, and
flips his legs up around Darko’s head. Does he have it? A TRIANGLE CHOKE FROM DIO! Darko is near tapping from the UFC style move. They are near the ropes,
and Mr. B elbows Dio’s head. He breaks the hold as the crowd boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some MMA by Dio? Like he wasn’t dangerous enough with a bat.. he is adding in submission moves!

BILL HEWSON: Dio was a very promising star here.. REBEL is lucky to have him.

JACK JONES: Lucky? I got some more crappy wrestlers to send there way.. hopefully we can get the Foundation back in return!

Jeff James picks up Thomas Young on the outside and throws him into the guardrail. In the ring Darko is recovering, and Dio is up… AND PISSED! He grabs
a… computer keyboard? When did Darko become a New Jack mark? Darko eats a keyboard off his head, and KEYS FLY EVERYWHERE! Darko is stunned. Jeff James
is down from a low blow by Thomas Young. Young with a quick running boot at James knocking him down. In the ring Darko is primed for… THE DEMORTALIZER!!
ROB MARTINEZ: This match is OVER!

Young on the top rope. Dio with the cover. One, Two… LEG DROP ON THE BACK OF DIO’S HEAD! Young just saved his tag belts.

JACK JONES: This may be garbage wrestling.. but I gotta cheer for my pals the Foundation!

Darko is OUT COLD! James is on the ring apron.. He catapults himself off the ropes and BLOCKBUSTER ON THOMAS YOUNG! He..never…saw…it…coming! Cover…
ONE, TWO.. Darko with the save. How close was that? James takes Darko by his fro and SIDE EFFECT ON DARKO! ONE, TWO, DAMN THAT THOMAS YOUNG! He pushes
Jeff off at the last split second! Young busts Jeff in the head with a BEER BOTTLE? Jeff is busted open! Dio is behind Young, he spins him around… boot
to the midsection of Young… SIT OUT POWERBOMB! Mr. B on the ring apron and Dio is distracted.

BILL HEWSON: Damn that Mr. B.

Dio goes over to him… AND DARKO FROM BEHIND! Dio turns around to THE COMPLETE SHOT! Cover but a foot on the rope. Jeff James is up… He dabs his head..
He sees BLOOD? HE GOES BAT-SHIT CRAZY! JUMPING SUPER KICK ON PRINCE DARKO. Young gets up and EATS A LOU THESZ PRESS WITH SOME STIFF RIGHT HANDS. Then Jeff
lands a vicious elbow on the eye brow of his brother. Blood begins to stream from the eye.

James sees Darko getting up and picks up a FRYING PAN? WHAM! DARKO IS WEARING ANOTHER TYPE MASK! A CRIMSON ONE! Jeff James goes after Young who is back
outside. Dio crawls over to the downed Darko, and tries to take his mask off. He is ripping at it. The crowd is absolutely loving this war. Dio sees a
rope in the middle of the pile of weapons. It’s already has a noose made. He wraps it around the neck of Darko. He gets Darko up, and THROWS HIM OVER THE
TOP ROPE… AND STILL HAS A GOOD AMOUNT OF THE ROPE! PRINCE DARKO IS BEING HUNG IN EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA! Blood pouring from his head, seeping underneath
his mask… he is choking badly. Mr. B enters the ring with a steel chair. WHAM.. Dio takes the shot.. BUT DOESN’T RELEASE THE ROPE? WHAAAMM! TWO BIG SHOTS,
AND DARKO DROPS TO THE FLOOR.

Jeff James bulldogs Thomas Young to the floor. He grabs a chair from the crowd. He throws it to Thomas who catches that… AND A VAN DAMNINATOR! The already
bloody Young is knocked down. Mr. B from behind with a chair shot on Jeff James. Another one to the front of the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: His blood is on the chair, and this looks like a car accident. Bloody bodies everywhere.

Darko is trying to recover. He reaches under the ring and grabs a satchel. He tosses it to Mr. B?

BILL HEWSON: What the hell is in it?

JACK JONES: HANDCUFFS!

Darko and Mr. B handcuff Jeff James’ hands behind his back. Dio is in the ring, and is up.. bat in hand. Darko rams James into the guardrail. Young is coming
too… he sees his own flesh and blood, his brother… handcuffed.. and the SICK BASTARD SMILES! Young enters the ring cautiously, as does Darko. Both
men have lost a lot of blood. Dio has his bat still. Young charges and takes the bat to the stomach. He does a front flip over from the impact. Darko ducks
a shot at him, and sweeps Dio down. Darko tries to drop the elbow but Dio moves. Dio is up and picks up a steel chain. He knocks the hell out of Darko,
with chain in his right hand. Young however is back to his feet… and Dio’s luck just ran out. YOUNG CUTTER! No pin? NO PIN! Young smiles, sadistically.
He sees his brother rolling into the ring. He laughs. Jeff runs at him..

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD.. DROP KICK FROM THE CUFFED JEFF JAMES. THEY CAN WIN THIS!

Jeff struggles to get up, but finally does. Darko is staggering up… ENZIGURI ON DARKO. James maneuvers for a cover… ONE? TWO? DARKO KICKS OUT! Young
is behind him and swinging neck breaker. Young is slow, due to the blood loss. He places James’ head inside the metal trash can, that Darko brought the
weapons in with. Darko gets on the top rope. Young makes sure that James can’t get out. DARKO DOUBLE STOMPS THE TRASH CAN! JAMES IS CRUSHED INSIDE!

JACK JONES: That was a modified “Goodnight” from the Foundation.

Young turns to Dio. Dio is crawling toward the bat. Young steps on it. Darko comes and applies the ZUMUNDA CLUTCH! Young slaps the face of Dio. He spits
on to the mask. Darko lets the move go. Darko begins to tear at the eye holes of the ski mask. Young grabs the bat. He gets Dio into a camel clutch position.
He places the bat under chin, and yanks back. THIS IS SICK! Darko of the ropes with a double mule kick to the face of Dio. Young keeps the choke on. Jimmy
Johnson checks and Dio is out. He calls for the bell. James has crawled out the trash can. This match is over… but the Foundation aren’t done. Thomas
stomps his brother. Darko is smiling under his mask… YOU JUST KNOW IT! Darko does the scissor sign with his fingers. Mr. B goes to his satchel, and out
comes some barber scissors. He brings them into the ring. Darko yells out “Bout time for a hair cut mother (BLEEP)er!” THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH BOOS. Fans
are trying to jump the railing. Security is working double time.. calming the fans down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t y’all have a riot up here before?

BILL HEWSON: Yeah… and nine months later, look what it caused last week in REBEL.

The crowd is furious. Slap to the downed James’ face from Young. James kicks at Young. Darko has the scissors and Young gets Jeff to his feet and bear hugs
him from behind. Darko gets close to James. He dabs some of James’ blood on his fingers and starts to write something on Jeff’s exposed chest.

B…I…T…C…H!

Darko rubs the scissors against the face of Jeff. He cusses him and slaps him. James spits at Darko. Darko grabs a big lock of hair. He snips… but doesn’t
cut yet. He grabs it again and… THE CROWD EXPLODES IN CHEERS! JAMES WITH A KICK TO THE BALLS OF DARKO. Thomas is trying to hold Jeff… and Darko bitch
slaps the hell out of James’. The camera shows Young’s eyes widen. He is trying to speak… THE CROWD ROARS…. WHY?

CAUSE DIO IS UP… BAT IN HAND… DARKO GOES TO CUT… AND HIS HAND IS NAILED WITH THE BAT. HE DROPS THE SHEARS… TURNS AROUND AND IS SMACKED IN THE HEAD
WITH THE BAT. YOUNG LETS JEFF GO. HE RUNS AT DIO, EATS A BAT. MR. B TRIES TO GRAB JEFF… HEAD-BUTT TO THE NOSE OF MR. B. DIO GETS THE KEYS OUT OF THE
SATCHEL!

JEFF JAMES IS A FREE MAN! He grabs a steel chair. Darko eats a chair shot. Young and the chair unite for a clash of wills. THE CHAIR IS DENTED. Dio chokes
Darko with the bat. Darko isn’t defending himself. Mr. B is up.. and WHAMMMM! JEFF JAMES NAILS HIM. Dio gets a chair… Young is stood up. James takes
a side. Dio is on the other. Young in the middle.

BILL HEWSON: CON-CHAIR-TO!

Young falls to bloody heap. Dio goes and gets a table from under the ring. Jeff James on the top rope. Dio places Darko on the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!

Dio looks through Mr. B’s satchel…and finds a zippo and lighter fluid!

BILL HEWSON: The Foundation was prepared for some things, and now they are going to BURN for it!

THE CROWD EXPLODES! FIRE…FIRE…FIRE!

Jeff slides in a table. Dio grabs Young. Jeff sets up the table. Jeff lights it on FIIIIRRREEE! DIO MUERTE WITH A POWERBOMB ON THOMAS YOUNG THROUGH A FLAMING
TABLE! John Sharplin runs out with a fire extinguisher. He puts the table/Young out.

BILL HEWSON: UN (BLEEP)ING BELIEVABLE!

JACK JONES: You can’t be dropping F Bombs!

Dio and Jeff James raise their hand in a moral victory, and the crowd eats it up! Dio chants… James chants. The Foundation may still be the champions,
but they have been left laying in the ring. They may have retained the titles, but it seems that Dio Muerte and Jeff James have won the war!

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ROB MARTINEZ: And that’s when the chickens came home to roost, if you know what I’m saying.

BILL HEWSON: Thankfully, no I don’t.

JACK JONES: Hey! That’s MY bit! YOU’RE STEALING MY SHTICK, MARTINEZ!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

BILL HEWSON: Saved by the bell!

FRANK WARBURTON: Entering the ring first, hailing from Seattle, Washington…Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is CAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHH!
AC/DC! Hell yes! Ca$h makes his way down to the ring, nodding his head to the music and singing along with Brian Johnson’s vocals, and the crowd is eating
it up; a number of cute girls in the front row are throwing the horns and whipping their long blonde hair around. Ca$h gets in the ring and takes his NAPW
hoodie off, cause a loud cheer to erupt from the crowd, and tosses it at his “metalhead” groupies, who clamber after it.

JACK JONES: I don’t see what the appeal of this Ca$h jackass is, Hewson. He’s just a college-educated pretty boy with no charisma.

ROB MARTINEZ: I disagree, Jack. In a world that’s starving for straighforward heroes, Ca$h is a refreshing alternative. Who doesn’t like a clean-cut guy
to cheer for?

JACK JONES: I wasn’t TALKING to you.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Hailing from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds, accompanied by Demona, he is! DIAAAAAAAABLOOOOOOOO!
Ka-BOOM. The crowd explodes. But that’s just because Demona has stepped out from behind the curtain; the guys in the audience have gone ga-ga for the woman
in the PVC catsuit. She gestures to the back, and the crowd start booing in earnest for the wall of muscle that makes his way down to the ring. Demona
takes his red trenchcoat, while Ca$h bounces in his corner, keeping the blood pumping.

BILL HEWSON: Both of these men are technical experts, but I’m wondering if Diablo’s weight advantage is going to give him the edge in this match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Diablo’s got about thirty-five pounds on Ca$h, but don’t count the former RKW World Champion out; he’s got the advantage when it comes to
reach. I think these guys are pretty evenly matched; it’s going to be an entertaining contest!

BILL HEWSON: That’s an excellent point, Rob! It’s nice to have such an intelligent partner in the booth with me tonight.

JACK JONES: Cough. Ahem.

BILL HEWSON: Of course, Jack Attack, do you have anything to add?

JACK JONES: …Martinez sucks.

Referee John Sharplin brings both men to the center of the ring. Ca$h extends his hand, but Diablo slaps it away! The bell rings and we have a match! Ca$h,
a caught flat-footed by Diablo’s display of disrespect, finds him on the business end of a hard chop, followed by a toe kick. Diablo grabs Ca$h’s head
and BOOM! DDT! Diablo follows up with a quick cover, but Ca$h kicks out after one. Diablo, upset with Ca$h’s disrespect, gives him a few kicks to the back
of the head, and John Sharplin gets in between the two men, admonishing the bigger man with a raised eyebrow. Ca$h is back on his feet, and when Sharplin
gets out of the way, he rushes Diablo, but he sidesteps and Ca$h lands on the ropes; Ca$h bounces off however and connects with an elbow to the face! Diablo
stumbles backwards, holding his face. Ca$h follows it up with a belly-to-belly suplex, and Diablo’s on the ground! Ca$h doesn’t hesitate and locks in a
single-leg crab, but Diablo powers out of it, kicking his leg back and throwing Ca$h into the turnbuckle!

JACK JONES: See, I told you that the weight advantage would help Diablo in this match! Diablo’s going to take Ca$h to the cleaners!

ROB MARTINEZ: Actually, Jack Attack, I think it was Bill who–

JACK JONES: Yap yap yap, that’s all you do, Martinez. Try shutting your mouth and letting the match speak for itself, why don’t you?

Diablo advances on Ca$h and grabs the back of his head, slamming it back into the turnbuckle. The crowd BOOS, and Diablo looks around the audience, still
holding Ca$h by the hair. He stands him up and–HOT FUDGE! Swinging neckbreaker and Ca$h finds himself in trouble as Diablo applies an ankle lock! Sharplin
is quickly down on his stomach, getting in Ca$h’s face, checking for his response, but Ca$h is shaking his head. He shrugs and squirms, inching himself
closer to the ropes…he reaches out…and connects! Sharplin starts counting and Diablo lets go at three.

BILL HEWSON: Looks like you were right, Martinez! That height advantage paid off for the clean-cut Ca$h.

JACK JONES: Sure, take HIS side.

Diablo leaps on Ca$h before he could get to his feet, and starts feeding him a series of rights to the head; Sharplin’s there, though, and breaks it up
again, this time giving Diablo a stern verbal warning. Ca$h kips up, and the crowd pops as he rushes around the ring, playing to the crowd and getting
some momentum on his side. Diablo angrily steps forward, trying to grab for Ca$h, but he side-steps him and locks up for the German Suplexes! ONE German
Suplex! TWO, TWO German Suplexes! THREE, THREE, TH–oh snap! Diablo elbows Ca$h in the side of the head, and again, and Ca$h stumbles back to rest in the
corner. Diablo chops him twice, then starts lifting him to the top rope! Could it be time for Final Judgement? It looks to be–NO! Ca$h gets a knee up
in Diablo’s stomach, and then follows up with a few chops of his own! He gets his opponent into position–MIDAS TOUCH! Ca$h rolls into the pin, one, two,
THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: And here is your winner! CAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH!

BILL HEWSON: Even with the thirty-five pound weight disadvantage, Ca$h somehow lifts up Diablo and comes out with the win. What a great night for this talented
young man!

JACK JONES: Are you crazy? Diablo was robbed! Too much interference by Sharplin; if he had just let the match go on interuppted Diablo would have the match
sewn up! He was on fire out there!

ROB MARTINEZ: I agree, Jack; Diablo was very impressive out there tonight. He had a good match, it just didn’t go his way.

JACK JONES: Did you just agree with me or disagree?

In the ring, the referee is holding Ca$h’s arm in the air, while Diablo stands angrily to the side. Ca$h walks over to his opponent and holds out his hand,
in a display of good-natured sportsmanship. Diablo looks at the extended hand with confusion, but CHAIR SHOT! CHAIR SHOT FROM BEHIND! Diablo falls to the
ground and “The Revolution” Jude Costigan stands over him, wielding the chair above his head and looking furious! This is revenge for the treatment he
recieved from Diablo in the triple-threat at the last NAPW show! He brings the chair up again to smash Diablo in the back of the head, but Ca$h takes the
chair away and tosses it out of the ring! “What the hell are you doing, Costigan?” he asks, but The Revolution doesn’t answer. He just grimaces and then
tackles Ca$h! Ca$h rolls with the attack, though, and gets Costigan in the single-leg crab! Costigan scrambles for the ropes, finally getting a hold on
them and rolls to the outside. Ca$h shouts obscenities at Costigan as he makes his way to the back, then turns to Diablo, who is slowly getting up. Ca$h
extends his hand again, but this time Diablo is too angry, and perhaps too embarassed, to take it. He waves it off, and storms out of the ring angrily.
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ROB MARTINEZ: Well here we go! A HUGE REBEL four way elimination match for you next! Here’s our very own lovely Jenny Jersey to introduce the competitors.
Never Gonna Get it by Akon blasts throughout the sold out arena, and David Banks appears at the top of entrance to the arena.

JENNY JERSEY: From Greensoboro North Carolina, weighing in at 223lbs, its DAVID BANKS!

He walks casually to the ring, ignoring the fans. But that could cost him! One of them stands on the barricades and throws themselves on Banks!

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah! That ain’t no ordinary fan, folks! That’s Warren!

JENNY JERSEY: From just outside the New Alberta 7-11… WARREN!

Warren is getting back to his feet, as David grabs his head and throws into the steel barricades! Warren is taking a beating as Stay in Shadow plays, and
Cataclysm comes running down to meet the other two wrestlers! He’s laying into Banks, and Warren crawls free.

JENNY JERSEY: From Parts Unknown, The Martial Arts Master himself, Cataclysm!

And quickly the music switches to I am the Man, and out runs Stylin’ Kyle!

JENNY JERSEY: From Moose Jaw, this is, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

BILL HEWSON: A, shall we say, unpleasant response for Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. These Edmonton fans will never forgive him for turning his back on The Beast
months ago!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now the match is going to get underway! But the bell hasn’t even rung yet, and these guys are going at it!

JACK JONES: Thank God, the quicker we get this started the quicker its over.

ROB MARTINEZ: Watch and learn Jones, maybe you’ll see what a real wrestling match looks like!

Cataclysm holds up banks, and smacks a huge spinning heel kicks into his face, sending over the steel barricades and into the fans, where Warren quickly
springboards from the top of the barricade and hits another splash on Banks! Kyle grabs Cataclysm, whipping him down into the ring apron, and follows it
up with a huge clothesline!

BILL HEWSON: Well, if its off to a crazy start, that’s for sure! Whatever you say about REBEL, you have to give credit to these four men!

JACK JONES: Bill, I’ll give credit where credit is due, so I’m keeping it all for now!

Warren is laying the boots into Banks, and grabs a fans drink bottle and whacks Banks over the head with it! But Banks stands there! Grabbing Warren by
the hair, he drags him through the crowd towards the direction of the ring – where, incidentally, Stylin’ Kyle executes a perfect Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker
on Cataclysm!

He turns his attention to Warren and Banks, where Banks has Warren against the barricades and is laying into him with chops and forearms.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle’s going high!

From the top rope he points to Warren and Banks, and throws himself over the barricades and into both men! The fans are going crazy!

BILL HEWSON: Well… that was incredible!

JACK JONES: That was nothing… He just threw himself in a direction and hoped for the best…

ROB MARTINEZ: When you show me NAPW do a match like this, I’ll care about your opinion, Jack.

In the ring, Cataclysm is getting up, and sees the chaos in the crowd, whips himself into the rope, and a springboard senton into the other three wrestlers!
Complete disregard for their own safety! Banks slowly gets up, and throws Warren over the barricades, climbing over himself, and then rolls Warren into
the ring. He grabs him by his hair, holds him up, and holds him for a belly-to-belly suplex! He grabs Warren, places his head between his legs, and double
underhooks the arms…

ROB MARTINEZ: Thats Beyond Belief! Not from the top rope, but he’s about to hit it… No!

Warren sharply lifts up his head, a low blow! Warren is still down, and Banks tries to get footing — missile dropkick from Cataclysm out of nowhere!

BILL HEWSON: Such power, he looks to capitalize here…

Cataclysm covers Banks… 1…2…3! Banks is eliminated!

JENNY JERSEY: The first man eliminated from the match, DAVID BANKS!

As Cataclysm gets to his feet, he’s met with a DDT by Warren, sloppily executed. As Warren gets up, Stylin’ Kyle slides into the ring to meet him with a
stiff lariat. But Cataclysm is back up, jumps, that’s The Blue Ruin! Kyle is down! Warren is near the turnbuckle opposite, as Cataclysm makes a cover!
1…2…No! Somersault Senton onto Cataclysm! He drags him up, gets a face lock, runs up the turnbuckle and flips!

ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that the Microwave Burrito Buster! Thats probably his best executed move ever! Perfect!

He makes a cover! 1…2…3! Warren made a pinfall! Well, this is a strange night!

JENNY JERSEY: Your second man eliminated! Cataclysm!

And Kyle is back to his feet. Warren and Kyle stare each other out, and Kyle shrugs his shoulders and climbs out the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s walking away! Saying something about Warren not being a worthwhile opponent!

JACK JONES: Nice wrestlers you got in REBEL, huh?

And Kyle turns and walks back to back, but Warren comes after him! Running facebuster on an unsuspecting Kyle! Uses the steel guards again to try and hit
a hurricanrana – but Kyle grabs him and holds him! Runs towards the ring and running powerbomb against the ring apron!

BILL HEWSON: He just broke that kid in half!

Kyle grabs him, throws him into the ring, and Warren just lays there. Kyle lifts him onto his shoulder, and hits the Emerald Fusion! That’s secured it.
He places a finger on Warren’s chest, and the referee counts it! 1…2…3!

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of the match… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

JACK JONES: See what I mean? No class, I can’t wait till we get some NAPW guys out here.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to respect what these guys do!

And in the ring, Kyle checks up on Warren, and lifts him into his arms, carrying him out the ring and backstage. The fans aren’t sure whether to continue
the boo-ing or not… But it’s Kyle, so what the hell, they keep it going!

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FRANK WARBURTON: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NAPW Provincial Championship!

“Bang Bang to the Rock and Roll” comes on, and you know what that means. “I GOT MAD SKILLZ, BITCH!” Stone says it along with the crowd as he heads down
to the ring.

BILL HEWSON: “Dynamite” Stone Zellor looks hungry for gold – he hasn’t been a champion since February 27th when The Doomriders took the Tag Team titles
from the Midnight Cowboys in a classic match-up. Yet since the Cowboys split up, Stone has been on quite the singles roll!

JACK JONES: Against a champion the caliber of Lloyd Rees – excuse me – Crimes Member Lloyd Rees, Stone Zellor is going to need some Dynamite.

ROB MARTINEZ: Geez, where do you come up with this?

JACK JONES: Most of them your mother writes on the back of a napkin for me after she serves dinner.

BILL HEWSON: Will you stop?

JACK JONES: He started it!

Zellor’s in the ring by now, and he does a little dance, just a tease really, to get the crowd warmed up. Then it’s the Black Keys, and with that only one
man could be headed out to the ring. The newest member of the reformed Crimes. The most decorated NAPW Champion ever, and the current Tag Team and Provincial
Champion. “LDK” Lloyd Rees steps out through the curtain with his Provincial Championship strapped around his waist. The Tag Title is slung over his shoulder,
while his accomplice David Banks has his own Tag Team title strapped around his own waist. John Salty, wheelchair bound for the moment after being destroyed
by Brian Bruno, has the Republic of Newfoundland and the old NAPW Television Championship on his lap.

JACK JONES: Quiet down, peasants! A LEGEND walks among us!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s odd, I didn’t see Bob Backlund anywhere.

JACK JONES: Don’t interrupt LDK!…and besides, Backlund’s probably inhaling gas fumes somewhere in Orlando.

Rees is in the ring, and he forces referee Dick Kiebiech to hold up all FIVE titles between him, Salty, and Banks up for the whole crowd to see. He sneers
at Zellor, who smiles and waves at him from his seat atop the turnbuckles.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York; he weighed in tonight at one hundred and seventy-three pounds, and he is a former NAPW
Tag Team Champion. “DYNAAAAMITEEE”…STOOOONNEEEE! ZZZZEEEEELLOOOOOOOORRR!

Wild cheers from the crowd, which turn to boos just as Warburton announces:

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent, the NAPW Provincial and Tag Team Champion. Hailing from Bell Island, Newfoundland and weighing in at two hundred and
forty-seven pounds, he’s the EAST COAST SENSATION, he is “L! D! K!” LLLOOOOOOOYD REEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!

BILL HEWSON: Hold onto your seats folks, this oughta be a great one!

Kiebiech calls for the bell, and it’s time for a title match! Rees and Zellor circle one another, looking for an opening. What’s this? Zellor bust out the
break-dancing technicue to the delight of the crowd. He lets out an “I GOT MAD SKILLZ” and lets the crowd chime in for the “BITCH!”. Rees looks flustered,
while Salty and Banks are insisting that Zellor indeed does not have…skillz, bitch. “Top that, newfie!” A dance off? The fans are roaring with laughter/applause.
Rees isn’t about to be shown up – and here he goes with one of the clumisest, silliest looking jig-type dances you’ll ever see!

ROB MARTINEZ: You know, a funny thing happened at the SuperShow tonight, Bill Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: What’s that, Rob?

ROB MARTINEZ: It said Provincial Championship match on my program, but an episode of Fame broke out instead.

JACK JONES: Har-Har. Who writes this garbage?

The fans are still laughing, but AT Lloyd Rees rather that with Stone Zellor. And Rees no likey that. As Zellor plays to the crowd, an attack from behind.
What an (BLEEP). Zellor goes down in a heap and tries to cover up from a barrage of stomps and kicks. Rees peels him off the mat and plants him with a
textbook snap suplex. Zellor slams off the mat and grabs at his lower back, getting back to his feet in time in order to duck a clothesline attempt and
run the ropes – flying crossbody dodged by Rees who drops to the mat, but Zellor rolls on impact with the mat and gets right up. Rees gets to his feet
just as Zellor looks for an elbow drop, catching the former Tag Team Champion off guard with a forearm smash to the jaw. He peppers Stone’s face with a
few more before whipping him into the ropes – he telegraphs a back body drop however and Stone counters yet again. SLAMMY TIME! No, Rees shoves him off
and avoids that devastating finishing manuever. Zellor is undeterred however and gets right back at it, locking up with Rees and jokceying for position.
Deeep Arm Drag by Zellor, who locks the armbar submission on for good measure – but Rees has his feet wrapped under the bottom rope.

Zellor loses his focus for a brief moment as Rees gets up, and that’s all the most decorated champion in NAPW history needs. European Uppercut! Knife Edge
Chop! Another! And an Irish whip to the turnbuckle. Stone nearly flips up and out of the ring, but comes slamming back down on the turnbuckle a second
time and is a sitting duck for Rees. He goes for the Avalance! NOBODY HOME! Zellor rolled out of the way, and Rees hit his noggin on the steel post. He’s
dizzy as heck, and doesn’t know what the heck he even hit. Zellor sees his fogginess and gets an idea…he heads to the opposite corner. Rees is on dreamstreet
and in his mind thinks he’s going for Avalance number two – and he charges again! Zellor just steps out of the way this time, and Rees’ head again bounces
off the steel post! The fans are loving it, and there’s Stone Zellor with some breakdance magic! Rees stumbles over to the adjacent corner, and Zellor
just can’t pass up on the irony of the situation. He head over to the other corner and charges Lloyd Rees, nailing him with an Avalanche of his own! Rees
staggers out a few steps and Flair-flops right on his mush. The crowd is electric for Zellor, and he’s playing them up to the fullest. What time is it?
Robot time! Stone Zellor with a perfect 1985 robot dance, you’d think he was plucked right out of a Run-D.M.C video! LOW BLOW!

JACK JONES: Stone Zellor needs to get his head in his game, this is pro wrestling, not American Bandstand!

ROB MARTINEZ: Somebody just dated himself.

JACK JONES: Don’t you still watch Dukes of Hazzard reruns?

BILL HEWSON: …The Provincial Champion turns the tide with an illegal move, but he got away with it. And now it’s LDK’s turn to take control!

Rees finally got his wits about him and realized he was being made look a fool, and cheap-shotted his way back on top in this match-up. He looks immediately
to take the crowd out of the match-up, grabbing hold of a Side Headlock and squeezing it tight. Zellor is fighting it off, but Rees overpowers the much
smaller challenger and gets into perfect position. Zellor’s still fighting, but Rees is in control right in center ring. He holds it on a bit longer before
Zellor fights up to his feet behind the cheers of from the crowd – Headlock Takeover puts him right back in his place! Zellor grabs at Rees’ leg and tries
to roll him over. Rees throws a punch connecting right with Zellor’s forehead, but the release of pressure on the hold allows Stone to roll him over and
catch him in a pinning predicament. One, two, kickout and the hold is broken. Both men are quick to their feet but Stone’s quicker to the punch, er, dropkick
and Rees teeters back. Stone off the ropes – David Banks grabs his foot and trips him up. Kiebiech darts over and admonishes him, but Banks is quick to
inform him that “I’m working for the boss.” Kiebiech could give a damn about all that and orders him not to interfere, but Banks just scoffs at him. “YOU’RE
OUTTA HERE! BOTH OF YOU!” And the crowd goes wild! Banks and Salty go wild with anger! And Rees goes wild at Kiebiech, threatening to something quite horrible
to him that was spoken entirely in Newfie-ese…

And Stone capitalizes and from behind connects with a sit-out rear mat slam (Edge O’ Matic for WWE fans) and grabs at Rees leg for a pin! ONE!…TWO!….ALMOST!
Rees gets up with a fire under his ass and meets Stone with a punch to the kisser, planting him on the mat. He gets in two stiff stomps before picking
his foe up for a scoop slam before heading off the near ropes and dropping a knee onto his forehead. Rees is all kinds of pissed and shoves Kiebiech just
for the hell of it before picking Stone up for some more punishment. Whip to the ropes – Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Stone slams hard into the mat.
Rees is starting to smell blood in the water, so he turns up the heat. He picks up Zellor – DDT FROM THE GREEN! Devastating move, that’s all she wrote
for sure. ONE! TWO… TWO AND A HALF!

BILL HEWSON: It’s not quite over yet, folks!

Zellor’s here to win, not just to make a good showing. Rees is perturbed to say the least, and picks up the scrappy youngster to send him unceremoniously
careening into the turnbuckle yet again – and THIS TIME he hits all of the Avalanche. He doesn’t admire his handiwork though – he nails a Wabana Buster!
Now that has GOT to be it.

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TWO!

THRE – NO!

Zellor just barely was able to get his shoulder up off the mat, Kiebiech’s hand was a hair’s breath from the mat. Rees seems to be ready to cut and run,
and he rolls outside to grab a steel chair! What a chump! He’s back inside now and measuring Stone. He swings – Zellor with a Van Daminator, perfectly
legal because Rees himself brought the weapon into the match. Kiebiech slides the weapon out as Zellor kips up and goes for the pin!

KIEBIECH IS LATE GETTING OVER!

ONE!

TWO!

JUST TWO AND A HALF!

But my goodness was that close. Zellor picks Rees up, and slams him with a back to back vertical suplexes, holding on and drilling him at the end with a
gutbuster suplex! Cover! One……twoooooo……NOT three!!! Rees kicks out and the crowd collectively moans. Someone even tosses their cup of beer into
the ring (he must not be Scottish) and it hits poor old Kiebiech in the back of the head. Rees

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ducks under and runs the ropes to try a Fresh Water Flip – dodged by Zellor! Rees is disoriented, and Zellor rocks him with a Discus Lariat! Rees falls
to the mat in a pile, and Stone with a quick hook of the leg. ONEEEEEE…..TWOOOOOO……SO CLOSE! But no cigar. He wastes no time whipping Rees into the
ropes, and catches him with a spinning TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! REST … IN … PEACE! ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE—

Foot on the rope.

God I hate Lloyd Rees. Zellor is in the zone though, he doesn’t even care. Here he is now with a toe kick – and SLAMMY TIME CONNECTS!

ONE!!!!

COULD THIS BE IT?!??

TWOOOOOOOOO!!!

WHAT THE HELL! – JAY O’BRIEN COMES FLYING IN AND BLASTS ZELLOR IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A CAST! JAY O’BRIEN IS ASSAULTING STONE ZELLOR! And the referee
has no choice but to call for the bell!

BILL HEWSON: Jay O’Brien — where the hell did he come from?! Stone Zellor had the Provincial Title locked up, dammit this isn’t right! We haven’t seen
Jay O’Brien since Sole Survivor II, he’s been out on the injured reserve!

JACK JONES: You don’t know that Hewson! Rees was gonna kick out, I just know it. He’s too good to lose to a – a tag team wrestler posing as a singles wrestler.
ROB MARTINEZ: You realize Lloyd is the reigning NAPW Tag Team Champion as well, don’t you?

JACK JONES: Wise ass. Now I know why I don’t buy REBEL DVDs. Your self-serving one man commentary is enough to drive me up a frickin’ wall.

BILL HEWSON: Who are you, a Delivery Man? Never mind each other, Jay O’Brien has escaped to ringside, LDK has done the same, and I think we’re going to
get the official word from Frank Warburton…

Kiebiech is conferring with Warburton…

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match… as a result of a disqualification, DYNAMITE STONNNNNE ZELLLLOORRRR!

The crowd pops, which is a shame, because Warburton is not done.

FRANK WARBURTON: However, the title can not change hands on a disqualification, so STILL NAPW Provincial Champion… “LDK” LLLLOYD REEEEES!

Rees raises his Provincial title belt high in the air and stumbles up the aisle clutching it and the tag belt, just happy to get the hell out of there.
He lost the match, but not the title. Meanwhile Jay O’Brien is back on the ring, shoving the sole of his boot into Stone’s face. Stone, holding the back
of his head, clearly in pain. O’Brien arrogantly looks out over the crowd, grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. He taps the cast over his right
wrist and raises it high in the air.

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“The Wretched” blares over the speakers. No stories from Jack Jones. No time for any jokes. The monster from the Amazon Basin is on his way to the ring.
Smart money is on there being blood tonight.

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is REBEL versus NAPW, and it is a DOG COLLAR MATCH! Making his way to the ring area: He is from the Amazon
Basin. He weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds. He is accompanied by Iago and Miranda. Ladies and gentlemen: THIS IS CALIBAN!!!

The pro NAPW crowd boos the monster, but there is a decent amount of respect for the big man, as some cheers attest. But there’s no doubt how the fans feel
about the opponent:

“NO ONE’S GOING TO TAKE ME ALIVE! THE TIME HAS COME TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT!”

The Beast is here. And the fans go wild.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta. he weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds and is accompanied by Bill Fleming. Ladies and
Gentlemen: BRUCE “THE BEAST” RICHARDS!

As Richards gets in the ring, he locks eyes with Caliban. Both men move towards each other, but are stopped by their managers. Referee Morgan Smythe straps
the spiked leather collar around the neck of Caliban first. Then Richards. The chain is twelve feet long. Not much space between the men. But even a hundred
foot chain would do little to contain the violence about to erupt. Smythe calls for the bell, and we’re on! Caliban charges! Beast doesn’t step out of
the way, but lunges forward with a clothesline! Both men collide centre ring, neither goes down. Neither shows pain. Clubbing blow from Richards! Caliban’s
head snaps back, then back forward, as he head-butts Richards! Richards staggers back, but Caliban grabs the chain and yanks him forward, then hefts the
Beast up and delivers a tilt a whirl slam! A cover! One… too early, as Richards gets a shoulder up. Caliban drags his opponent to his feet, then whips
him into the ropes! He swings, but Bruce ducks, hits the opposite ropes, and comes back with a HUGE boot to the face! Caliban drops to one knee. And Richards
is wrapping the chain around his fist. … Sorry, check that. THE BEAST is wrapping the chain around his fist.

JACK JONES: Things are about to get ugly here.

SMACK

Richards with a shot to the top of Caliban’s head.

SMACK

Another shot to the top of Caliban’s head.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

We see blood trickling down Caliban’s neck, a cut opened on the top of his head. Caliban is being driven onto his back as the Beast works on the uncovered
part of his monster opponent’s head. One more shot, and Caliban is on his back. Beast covers! One… Two.. Caliban kicks out! Beast looks only slightly
surprised. He starts to wrap the chain around his forearm. Caliban gets to his feet, and Richards charges… Caliban catches him by the throat! Choke slam!
Caliban doesn’t bother to cover. He wraps the chain around his boot? .. A murmur from the crowd as they wonder

STOMP

BILL HEWSON: Oh God…

A gasp from the front row as Caliban viciously stomps down on Richards forehead, driving chain into skull. And the crimson is now flowing out of the Beast
as well. A cover from Caliban. One… Two… Kick out by Richards! But this time there was a bit more of a struggle. Caliban grabs the chain, and DRAGS
Richards over to the corner turnbuckle. Iago smiles and nods as Richards is placed on the top turnbuckle. Caliban looks to be going for a superplex…
but Richards gets a shot to the monster’s kidney. Then another. And another. Caliban doesn’t seem to be fazed by it… then he gets a thumb into the eye,
and a hard shove off the ropes! Caliban lands flat on the mat and Richards has positioned himself on the top rope for a no nonsense fist drop! No telling
how much the leather mask protected Caliban, but probably not that big a difference. Richards covers! One… Two… and Caliban kicks out. And there was
a bit less authority in this kick out. Both men get to their feet. Blood is flowing. Tensions are high. Richards grabs the chain and tries to pull Caliban
towards him. Caliban has the same idea. The two men are in a tug of war, trying to drag their opponent across the ring. Beast moves an inch forward, then
Caliban moves an inch forward. Neither man wanting to give up the advantage. Caliban gets a surge of strength and yanks hard on the chain…

only for the Beast to let go. Caliban loses his balance and stumbles back into the turnbuckles. And Richards charges forward hitting a huge running elbow
into the jaw of the Amazon monster! Caliban is staggered, allowing the Beast to wrap the chain around his forearm, and level Caliban with it! Then another!
And another! The Beast’s eyes go wild as he drives his arm into the monster’s face! The fans are on their feet as Richards LOSES IT! Caliban goes down,
the fans go wild! Beast takes the briefest of seconds to take in the response, then covers his opponent!

One…

Two…

Caliban gets a shoulder up. Oohs from the crowd. A bit of concern on the face of Iago. But no hesitation from the Beast. He grabs Caliban by the dreadlocks
and drags him up. Blood can be seen seeping through the mask of Caliban. Beast whips Caliban into the ropes, and catches him on the way back with a HUGE
Clothesline! Caliban only goes down to one knee. Beast hits the ropes, then comes back delivering a knee to the head. Caliban goes down to all fours. Richards
gets that glint in his eye again. he wraps up his fist in the chain, hits the ropes, and comes back…

Caliban moves! Beast goes by him, Caliban grabs the chain and yanks back! The Beast’s head snaps back, then is driven forward as he is booted from behind!
The monster wraps the chain around Richard’s throat

And tosses him over the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Beast is getting the life choked out of him! I know these guys hate each other, but does it need to go this far?

Caliban pulls back on the chain, as Richards tries to get a foot on the ring apron, his fingers under the chain, anything to get the air back into his lungs!
The fans try to cheer him on, but the lights are fading. Caliban starts to pull some more and Richards looks to be going limp. Smythe checks to see if
Richards in unconscious. Caliban gives another yank on the chain, then lets go. Richards tumbles to the floor in a heap. At the urging of Miranda, Caliban
goes out after his opponent.

BILL HEWSON: Just end the match now! Richards is unconscious. Who knows what Caliban will do now?

Caliban wraps the chain around the face of Richards. He hefts the man up. And gets ready to deliver an Argentine Facebuster! This will finish more than
just the match! He drops Richards down…

Countered with a DDT! Still some life left, though you wouldn’t know it by the two men laying on the floor. A pool of blood forms under each man. Their
respective managers keep close watch, but stay away. Nobody wants to get between these two men, even when they’re at half strength. Smythe is at a bit
of a loss right now. There’s no count out or DQ’s, but if both men can’t continue, she has little other choice. She starts a ten count. This does not get
a good reaction from the fans. She gets up to three, and then the boos turn into a stamping of feet, urging the men to get up. At five, Caliban turns over
and tries to sit up. At six, Richards has pushed himself to all fours. At eight, both men have dragged themselves to standing position. The count stops
at nine. Once again. Both men lock eyes. And that’s when the chants start.

BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!

BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!

BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!

The Beast lunges forward, and tackles Caliban to the ground! (no small feat indeed) He lays in with stiff fists, but is then rolled over, and Caliban gets
some shots of his own. But The Beast regains the advantage!

Fans Cheer!

Caliban regains the advantage!

Fans Boo!

Beast gets it back!

Cheers!

Caliban!

Boos!

BEAST!

CHEERS!

CALIBAN!

BOOS!

Both men are back on their feet, and still trading punches! Finally Beast rolls back into the ring. He grabs the chain and tries to drag Caliban in! Caliban
tries to drag him back out! Only a brief tug of war this time, as Miranda directs Caliban back into the ring!

And The Beast is waiting. With THE CLAW! The fans go wild as he gets his death grip on the Monster! He squeezes with all his might, trying to take the life
out of the monster that has run wild everywhere he’s gone. Caliban goes down to one knee. He reaches up with one arm, and looks to feebly try and swat
at Richards’ face. Richards just shrugs it off. Caliban tries again. He misses the face, but gets ahold of Bruce’s neck. Caliban’s eyes spring open. He
drives his fist into Bruce’s gut, causing Richards to release the claw. But Caliban still has his grip, meaning

HEART

OF

DARKNESS!!

JACK JONES: IT’S OVER! NOBODY KICKS OUT OF THAT!!!

Caliban with the cover! Smythe gets in position to count!

One…

Two…

Thre- NO!! Richards gets the shoulder up!

JACK JONES: I TOTALLY KNEW THAT WOULD HAPPEN!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Is he always…

BILL HEWSON: (bitterly) Yes.

Iago and Miranda are beside themselves. Caliban’s expression is hidden by the mask. And the eyes reveal nothing. Just hate. So it’s no surprise when he
picks Richards up and tries to hit another…

Richards with an elbow to the jaw of Caliban! Caliban staggers, and Beast slips on a cobra clutch… into a COBRA CLUTCH BOMB! Beast is still out of it,
but he crawls over for the cover! One… Two… Caliban with the kickout! A look into the Beast’s eyes reveals not frustration, but anger. Both men refuse
to go easily. So it’s time to stop with the lightweight moves. Beast hefts Caliban up with the pump-handle, then hits a fall away slam! He doesn’t bother
with the cover, instead, he wraps the chain around Caliban’s throat. The fans roar as they get ready for Richards to return the favor from earlier. The
Beast gets ready to toss Caliban over the top rope, but Caliban puts the breaks on, and grabs Richards, going for a sidewalk slam! But the Beast fights
out of the hold, gets his feet on the mat, then lifts up Caliban for the CHART ATTACK! A bloody splotch is left on the mat where Caliban’s face hits! The
fans are going nuts. Bill Fleming is screaming at Richards to make the cover. There is little argument, and Richards hooks the leg! Smythe counts!

One…

Two..

CALIBAN KICKS OUT!!

A wave of disbelief from the crowd. Fleming looks like he’s ready to have a heart attack. The announcers are too stunned to speak. Any normal man would
be in shock.

But there are no men in that ring. Just a Monster. And a Beast.

And the Beast is going for another Chart Attack.

He hefts the man up. There is no hesitation. He doesn’t play for the crowd. No theatrics. He just drives Caliban into the mat with all the force he can
muster after this brawl. The monster hits the mat with a sickening thud. The Beast leaps forward for the cover. he hooks the leg, and makes sure every
ounce of weight he has is pinning Caliban to the mat. Smythe makes the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

The fans explode. Iago and Miranda hang their heads, just a little. Bill Fleming lets out a huge sigh of relief. And Smythe raises the hand of the bloody,
exhausted Beast.

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of this contest: “THE BEAST”! BRUCE RICHARDS!!!

Iago and Miranda tend to Caliban. The Beast stands tall, but only for a moment. The blood loss finally hits him. The adrenaline rush is over. The Beast
collapses. Bill Fleming tends to his charge as officials and medical personnel hit the ring.

The war of attrition is over.

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-Intermission-

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JACK JONES: … needed to drain it before it exploded, which would have been pretty painful in such a sensitive spot.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.

BILL HEWSON: This is Jack’s idea of polite conversation.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is the EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH UP! Introducing FIRST, representing NEW ALBERTA PRO WRESTLING…
The booing has already started as “Smooth” hits the sound system. CHRIS CASINO emerges from the curtains, flanked by SEBASTIEN MARTYR. Both men look ready
for action, but are wearing very self-satisfied smirks. They brush off the fans as they make their way to the ring.

BILL HEWSON: These two men will be teaming up next week at Tagstravaganza in an effort to claim the NAPW Tag Team Titles! Tonight we’ll get a sneak preview
of how well they’ll work together.

JACK JONES: They’ll work together just fine, Bill Hewson. But more importantly, they’ll send this garbage federation running for the border!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think you’re in for a nasty surprise, Jones.

As Casino and Martyr step into the ring to a further chorus of boos, Pigeonhed heralds the coming of the second half of their team. DONOVAN ASTROS and “The
Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX step out from the curtains. The crowd doesn’t warm up at all. Chris Casino and Sebastien Martyr are applauding though. Astros
and Phoenix climb into the ring, and all four men take a turnbuckle and mug for the booing crowd.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a combined weight of NINE HUNDRED and SEVENTY SIX pounds… they are the team of CHRIS CASINO! SEBASTIEN MARTYR! DONOVAN ASTROS,
and “the CAREER KILLER” JAKE! PHOENIX! And their opponents, representing REBEL PRO WRESTLING…

And then “My Generation” hits the speakers and the fans go wild! The Bluegrass Mafia, “The Angry American” MATTHEW KURTIS and “The Show” CHAD KURTIS, step
out from behind the curtains. The brothers Kurtis walk down to ringside, but refuse to get into the ring short-handed, despite all four members of the
NAPW team goading them step up.

JACK JONES: Look at those cowardly hicks! What? Do they think team NAPW is going to attack them! We’re not a bunch of cheaters up here in a PROFESSIONAL
wrestling promotion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you kidding me? All four of those men in the ring – the people Rex Caliber HAND-PICKED to represent his promotion – are some of the lowest,
most despicable, most UNSPORTSMANLIKE “wrestlers” in the world!

JACK JONES: They’re just smart competitors! Taking advantage of any situation! That’s what makes them all STARS. At least they aren’t a bunch a nobodies.
BILL HEWSON: I should note that the Bluegrass Mafia are also regular members of the NAPW roster, but I don’t think you two would really care.

“Why Don’t We Do It On The Road” by the Beatles, and MIKE “the Assman” TREY emerges from the curtains to a HUGE OVATION. He looks genuinely surprised, but
quickly begins playing to the crowd, shaking his booty and gladhanding everyone down to ringside.

JACK JONES: Case in point! Who’s ever even HEARD of this guy!?

ROB MARTINEZ: What are you deaf?

BILL HEWSON: Don’t let him get to you, Rob.

And, finally, “Still Cruisin’”, and the Carolinas Champion, MURCIELAGO steps out from the curtains to another big pop. He hoists up his title belt, looks
out over the crowd, and starts down to ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in at a combined weight of ONE THOUSAND, SIXTY FIVE pounds… they are the team of MURCIELAGO! MIKE “The ASSMAN” TREY! And MATTHEW
and CHAD KURTIS, the BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

The REBEL team takes a second to enjoy the cheers from ringside, then – as one – surges into the ring! Team NAPW is on them in a second, and both teams
start trading blows. Jake Phoenix throws kicks down on Matthew Kurtis. Donovan Astros is getting chopped by Chad Kurtis. Assman is trading shots with Chris
Casino, and Murcielago is under assault from Sebastien Martyr. The bell rings, and REBEL Senior Referee Dale McDonald quickly breaks things up and gets
control of the match. It looks like Chris Casino and Murcielago are going to start things out here. Casino glances back to his corner and gives Sebastien
Martyr a thumbs up, then to Astros and Phoenix a “I’ll show you two rookies how it’s done.” Phoenix’s expression darkens, but Astros grins a big phony
grin and gives Casino a thumbs up back.

ROB MARTINEZ: What was that about?

JACK JONES: It’s called teamwork. Team NAPW Captain Chris Casino is leading by example.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t think he’s setting the right example, Jack Attack.

JACK JONES: Who’s side are you on, Hewson?

Casino and Murcielago lock up, and start jockeying for position. Murcielago has the size advantage, and presses it, trying to get a hold on Chris Casino
for a power move, but Casino is a bit faster, twists away, and tries to hook up from behind. Murcielago proves to be surprisingly agile, reverses it, locks
up from behind… German Suplex! Casino lands hard, but rolls through to his feet, trying to shake it off. Murcielago takes two steps toward him and Casino
tags in Sebastien Martyr. Martyr takes it a little more cautiously, circling Murcielago, who smirks and gestures for Martyr to hurry up and bring it. Martyr
smirks and lunges at him, and Murcielago retaliates by throwing out a clothesline… but Martyr ducks it, hits the ropes, rebounds for a Short Arm Clothesline!
Murcielago is driven into the mat! Martyr kips up, hits the ropes again, and drops a knee on the Carolinas Champion. The fans boo, while Team NAPW Applaud.
Murcielago rolls over and tags in Matthew Kurtis. The Angry American steps into the ring and Martyr hits the ropes. Sebastien Martyr, looking perhaps for
another clothesline… but Kurtis catches him! Spinning Side Slam! Martyr is blasted into the ring! Matt rises quickly, and drops an elbow on Martyr…
but Sebastien Martyr rolls aside! He scrambles to his feet, lunges to his corner, and goes to tag in Jake Phoenix… but then tags in Chris Casino instead.
Phoenix is like “What the hell!?” but Martyr just shrugs.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some questionable teamwork on the NAPW side.

JACK JONES: They just want to keep some of their power players fresh for later in the match.

Casino rushes into the ring, trying to hit his Running STO, but Matthew Kurtis just no-sells it, and shoves Casino down. Chris Casino kips up, angrily,
and hits the ropes for a running dropkick, but Kurtis just slaps him away. The crowd cheers, and Jake Phoenix angrily shouts for a tag, but Casino isn’t
paying attention. Matthew Kurtis smirks and gestures for Casino to try again. Casino rises, hits the ropes again… but Matthew Kurtis hits the ropes too!
Both men collide mid-ring, and Matthew Kurtis takes Casino up for the Spinning Side Slam… but Casino reverses it! DDT! Kurtis is planted in the ring,
and Casino kips back up looking mighty pleased with himself. He quickly tags in… Sebastien Martyr. Astros gives Casino a big thumbs up again. Phoenix
glowers. Martyr flies into the ring as Matthew Kurtis rises to his feet, and hooks up for the Dark Daze… but Kurtis shoves him away, and staggers back
to the ropes, tagging in his brother Chad Kurtis! “The Show” Chad Kurtis leaps into the ring, hits the ropes… Springboard Dropkick! Sebastien Martyr
drops, and Chad Kurtis goes for a pin! One! Only one. Casino and Astros both reach in for the tag, but Martyr isn’t being given time to recover. Chad Kurtis…
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Another pin! One! Phoenix goes to get into the ring, but Martyr kicks out at two! Only two. Chad Kurtis is unperturbed. He
pulls Sebastien Martyr up and whips him to the ropes. Dropkick! No! Martyr catches the ropes, and Kurtis crashes and burns mid-ring! Martyr leaps into
his corner. Astros and Casino are both calling for a tag. Chad Kurtis slowly begins to rise, and Martyr tags in… Chris Casino! Donovan Astros stomps
his feet and curses Martyr who smirks and brushes him off.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great teamwork on the NAPW side.

Chris Casino finally nails his Running STO, flattening “The Show” in the ring, before he can make a tag in his corner. He scrambles to his feet, hits the
ropes, and NAILS an elbow drop, then hooks the leg. One! And a kickout at one. Chris Casino angrily glares at the REBEL referee, and mimics a faster count.
BILL HEWSON: I think that Chris Casino thinks Dale McDonald is favouring Team REBEL.

JACK JONES: Didn’t you see that slow count on Chad Kurtis? Chris Casino might have just won this if it weren’t for that!

BILL HEWSON: It was a one count, Jack Attack. Let’s not get ridiculous here.

Regardless, Chris Casino pulls up “The Show” Chad Kurtis and locks him up. He motions that he’s planning to hit the Brainbuster, and goes for the lift…
but Kurtis manages to hook one of Casino’s legs! Casino tries again, but Chad Kurtis is tenacious. The Show manages to fight out, and hits a toe kick on
Casino that staggers him. The Show hits the ropes… rebounds… CASINO SUPERKICK! Kurtis’ teeth may have just landed in the front row! He staggers and
goes to faceplant, but Chris Casino catches him. Matthew Kurtis, Assman and Murcielago all reach out to try and tag the Show, but Casino laughs and pulls
him closer to the NAPW corner, then hooks up with the double underhook! He turns Chad Kurtis over! The fans reach a fever pitch! Donovan Astros taps his
shoulder! BANKRUPT!

JACK JONES: This is OVER!

Chris Casino hooks the leg, but Dale McDonald waves it off! Casino’s face turns red, and he DEMANDS that McDonald count! The referee is adamant, Chris Casino
is no longer the legal man! Casino is on his feet, raging at the referee, then turns to his corner… to see that Donovan Astros isn’t there!

Astros is in the ring. He’s got Chad Kurtis up, and Astros is laughing.

ASTROCIDE! Astros’ version of Casino’s Bankrupt! Oh my…

One!

Two!

THREKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

The fans EXPLODE. Donovan Astros can’t believe what just happened. He pins again! One! Two! Kickout! Astros angrily pulls up the Show, shouts something
at the REBEL corner, and locks up the double underhook again. ASTRO-no! The Show shoves Donovan away! Astros turns… SUPERKICK! Both men collapse in the
ring. McDonald starts counting them down. All three men in the REBEL corner start stomping their feet, trying to rally Chad Kurtis. The fans here tonight
start clapping along with them, and a chant of “SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!” begins. Astros and Kurtis both start stirring as the count reaches four. Chad Kurtis
is crawling PAINFULLY slowly towards the REBEL corner. Donovan Astros leaps into his corner, tagging in Jake Phoenix! The Career Killer storms the ring,
grabbing Chad Kurtis by the leg. He starts to pull Kurtis back towards the NAPW corner, but Chad hops up, ENZUGIRI! Phoenix doesn’t fall… but staggers
backward enough for Chad Kurtis to tag in The Assman!

HOT TAG!

Mike Trey is a house of fire, nailing a Running Neckbreaker on Jake Phoenix that floors the Career Killer. Team NAPW storm the ring! Casino takes a Snapmare
Driver! Donovan Astros gets a Russian Legsweep! Sebastien Martyr is whipped to the corner, and the Assman follows up with a Monkey Flip that sends him
skipping across the mat! The crowd is on its feet!

BILL HEWSON: Mike “The Assman” Trey has just CLEANED HOUSE!

JACK JONES: Who is this guy!? And WHY IS HE BEATING UP OUR TEAM!?

ROB MARTINEZ: You want to know who he is, Jack Jones? You listen to all of these fans!

“ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN!”

Martyr, Casino and Astros all roll out of the ring as Dale McDonald reasserts control. Jake Phoenix has rises, and charges at the Assman, who sidesteps.
The Career Killer rebounds off the roes, Assman grabs the head… Bulldog! And a cover! One! Two! Only two. Trey is totally unconcerned. He pops up, wiggles
his butt, and heads for a neutral corner. Phoenix shakes his head out, climbs to his feet, and turns just in time to sidestep an attempted Double Axehandle
from the second rope! He spins, snarling, trying to catch the scrappy Brit, but Assman ducks aside, rolls back… and stops, curled in a ball, hand extending
from between his legs!

JACK JONES: What the hell?

ROB MARTINEZ: Classic! Classic British technical style!

The Career Killer is as perplexed as Jack Jones. He’s stopped dead in his tracks and is staring down at the extended hand, frowning. He turns to his corner,
and all three men shake their heads and wave their arms “NO!” He turns to the crowd, who all start cheering “YES!” He glares back down at the hand, snorts,
takes it… ARMBAR LOCKED IN! Jake Phoenix HOWLS in angry pain and starts bouncing toward the ropes, and the crowd goes wild!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lady Of The Lake! Works every time!

The Assman, his armbar cinched in, cries for Phoenix to tap, but the Career Killer catches the ropes, and McDonald starts counting to five. At four, Trey
releases the hold, and mugs for the crowd, shaking his booty. The fans love it! Jake Phoenix snarls and pulls himself up, then ducks aside when Assman
goes to lock up with him again, reaching out to tag in Martyr… nope! He tags in Donovan Astros instead, and flips Martyr the bird! Astros rushes into
the ring, and starts exchanging STIFF chops with Assman! The crowd “WOO”s along with many of them, but the fresher Astros starts to gain the upper hand,
driving Mike Trey into a neutral corner, then locks up for the BUTTERFLY SUPLEX. Assman lands hard, clutching at his back, and scrambles into his corner,
tagging in The Angry American! Matthew Kurtis rushes at Donovan Astros, who ducks a clothesline and tags back in The Career Killer! Jake Phoenix climbs
back into the ring, and the crowd cheers as both big men finally square off against each other. For a moment, no words are said… then the FISTS ARE FLYING!
Kurtis! Phoenix! Kurtis! Phoenix! Kurtis! Phoenix! Kurtis! Kurtis! KURTIS! And BAM, SPINEBUSTER flattens Phoenix! Jake Phoenix tries to roll away, but
Matthew Kurtis grabs hold of him and starts pulling him up, and gets a shot to the abdomen for his trouble. Jake Phoenix pulls free, hits the ropes for
momentum, and rushes at Kurtis for the Short Arm Clothesline, but Matthew Kurtis ducks aside! Jake Phoenix nearly careens into Dale McDonald, but stops
short of clobbering the referee. McDonald breathes a sigh of relief and Phoenix turns… CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! But The Career Killer ducks aside! And
Senior Referee Dale McDonald is sent up and over the ropes and CRASHES to ringside!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma NO!

Matthew Kurtis looks over the ropes at the crumpled zebra, wincing with apologetic sympathy. The Angry American starts to turn, but suddenly the Career
Killer has an arm around his neck, and pulls Kurtis down for a SICK Backbreaker over his knee! The crowd boos as Matthew Kurtis bounces back up, clutching
at his spine and howling, and Phoenix presses his attack… he hooks up with Kurtis and is signalling for the TOMBSTONE! He hauls up the giant Angry American!
Phoenix turns, Matthew Kurtis up for the piledriver…

And LOVELY LYNDSEY VALENTINE comes off the top rope!

FLYING CLOTHESLINE!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!

BILL HEWSON: Where’d she even come from!

The Career Killer is BEHEADED, crumpling over with The Angry American crashing down on top of him! The crowd goes NUTS! Jake Phoenix angrily pushes Kurtis
off of him and scrambles to his feet! He wheels around… TOE KICK! BLOODY VALENTINE! The Career Killer has been LAID OUT! Holy hell! Lyndsey Valentine
kips up and raises an arm, the crowd cheering… but then Donovan Astros has her by the hair! He cackles and locks her up for his Astrocide… but then
THE SHOW is coming off the top rope! Missile Dropkick! Lyndsey rolls out of the ring to safety, but things are totally breaking down! Chad Kurtis pulls
up Donovan Astros, but someone taps him on the shoulder, and when the Show turns… DARK DAZE! Martyr shouts over Chris Casino, then turns and gets YAKUZA
KICKED by Matthew Kurtis, who in turn gets his bad leg chop blocked by Chris Casino! Chad Kurtis rolls out of the ring, as Astros and Casino both start
STOMPING away at Matthew Kurthis’ leg. The Angry American HOWLS, and that gets both Murcielago and Assman charging into the ring! The Carolinas Champion
hits a clothesline that sends both himself and Donovan Astros spilling to ringside, while Assman starts throwing Knife Edge Chops at Chris Casino, driving
him towards the corner. This gives Matthew Kurtis time to roll out of the ring, clutching at his knee, and swearing loudly.

BILL HEWSON: Uh, oh. I hope Matthew Kurtis’ leg hasn’t been aggravated!

Sebastien Martyr has risen back to his feet and charges at the Assman, who sidesteps. Martyr crashes into Casino in the corner, and both men sag. At ringside,
Murcielago and Astros are exchanging blows, and Astros seems to be gaining some momentum. Back in the ring, The Assman, works the crowd, stomping his feet
and getting them fired up, then he wiggles his butt, rushes into the corner for a BUTT BUMP! The crowd starts chanting “ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN! ASS-MAN!” as
Martyr and Casino both crumple. Trey hauls up Chris Casino, pulls him to the middle of the ring, and sets him up for Assassination! Wait! Sebastien Martyr
is up! Martyr rushes over for a clothesline, but Assman’s ready for him, planting a kick that doubles him over! He catches hold of Martyr… DOUBLE ASSASSINATION!
ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

Chris Casino and Sebastien Martyr are both DONE! The crowd is on it’s feet! Assman raises his arms triumphantly… and is suddenly being bent over backwards,
and grabbed around the waist! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! The Career Killer, seemingly still alive, spits down on him, and turns… Toe Kick! Lock Up! DROP TOP!
Murcielago strikes a pose, then turns as Donovan Astros charges him, catching him… SPINEBUSTER! Good lord, the power of the Carolinas Champion! He shouts
down at Lyndsey Valentine to get the referee back up. She nods and starts shaking Dale McDonald, but the zebra is still not moving. He turns… LOW BLOW!
BOO! Murcielago howls, clutching his junk, and Astros locks up for the Aztecan Suplex… but Murcielago POWERS OUT! He cinches up Astros… RELEASE GERMAN
SUPLEX! Astros bounces away across the ring, as Murcielago staggers to one knee, still clutching his swollen jewels. Astros pulls himself up in a corner,
and Murcielago charges him, but there’s NOBODY HOME! Murcielago crashes into the ring post, and the crowd GOANS with sympathy! He staggers back, turns,
and CATCHES Donovan Astros as his opponent goes for a running lariat! Astros shakes his head “NO!”… SIDE SLAM! With authority! Murcielago winces, and
clutches his shoulder, but hooks then leg! There’s STILL no ref… WAIT! Dale McDonald is back in the ring! Lyndsey Valentine seems to have revived him!
He crawls over to the pinfall, assuming that Murcielago and Astros are legal. The crowd is on it’s feet! ONE! TWO! Leg on the ropes! Murcielago pounds
the mat and angrily pulls Donovan Astros to his feet! He hooks up his head, pulls him up… DROP TOP! That’s ALL THE WROTE!

ONE!

TWO!

CHRIS CASINO!

Out of NOWHERE! He breaks up the pin with a perfect dropkick that sends Murcielago rolling toward his corner. The Carolinas Champion winces, and rises,
using the ropes. Dale McDonald slowly rises, and shouts at Chris Casino to get out of the ring, desperately trying to gain some semblance of order here,
but Casino takes three steps toward Murcielago… SUPERKICK! Murcielago SPILLS over the ropes to ringside… but not before “The Show” Chad Kurtis – the
only REBEL man up in their corner – tagged himself in. Ref notes the tag, and Chad Kurtis scrambles into the ring as Casino goes upstairs, oblivious, eyes
fixated on the prone Murcielago at ringside! Casino… FLYING ELBOW DROP! SPLAT, right into Murcielago’s heart! The crowd it on it’s feet! “HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SH-” But it’s cut off as Chad Kurtis hits the corner for the BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

But Donovan Astros got the legs up.

ROB MARTINEZ: NO! He was playing possum!

The Show crashes and burns, clutching his ribs and howling as Donovan Astros scrambles to his feet! He goes to grab Kurtis, but suddenly The Assman is there!
Donovan Astros ducks a European Uppercut, and suddenly Assman is face to face with Jake Phoenix! The Career Killer forcibly ejects the Assman from the
ring over the top rope, leaving Donovan Astros free to lock up Chad Kurtis for… ASTROCIDE! Not another one! He hooks the leg!

ONE!

Matthew Kurtis is trying to get into the ring!

TWO!

Sebastien Martyr grabs him by the legs and pulls him back to ringside!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners… Team NAPW… DONOVAN ASTROS! SEBASTIEN MARTYR! CHRIS CASINO! And “The Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX!

JACK JONES: Yes! Yes! We won! In your FACE, Martinez! I was a little worried with that slow counting referee, but even he couldn’t stop the momentum of
the NAPW!

Lyndsey Valentine, at ringside, helps Matthew Kurtis – who is limping badly – to his feet. He grimly helps his brother Chad out of the ring. Across from
them, Mike “Assman” Trey helps up Murceilago. All four men look somewhat heartbroken…

“RE-BEL! RE-BEL! RE-BEL!”

But that sure as hell makes it all worth while doesn’t it. Murcielago and Assman crack smiles and glad hand with the fans a bit around the ring. Lyndsey
Valentine and Chad Kurtis, however, help Matthew backstage.

BILL HEWSON: Hell of a showdown here tonight between eight fantastic athletes. I certainly hope that Matthew Kurtis isn’t hurt too badly, as we want to
see him back in action next week at NAPW’s TAGSTRAVAGANZA show.

JACK JONES: I’ll admit, they’re all phenomenal wrestlers, even the REBEL guys – they impressed me here tonight – but in the end, the better promotion won.
ROB MARTINEZ: And yet the NAPW fans are cheering for the REBEL wrestlers. Because our guys aren’t dickheads. Go figure.

In the ring, Jake Phoenix and Donovan Astros are celebrating, while Sebastien Martyr collects Chris Casino from ringside. Martyr and Casino roll into the
ring, and get to their feet. Chris Casino smirks, “See, under my leadership, we couldn’t lose! Hope you two rookies learnt something tonight, watching
me win this match for us.” He extends a hand to Donovan Astros, but Astros just glances at the Career Killer, and both men turn and leave, totally blowing
off the former champion. Casino shrugs and looks at Martyr. “There’s gratitude for you.”

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers and the Canadian crowd gives a good pop for the man that emerges from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Batavia, New York and weighed in tonight at 215 pounds…Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca!!!

The number one contender for the title makes his way to the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of fans along ringside. He climbs into the ring, hits
a corner and gets another great reaction from the crowd.

“Here Comes The Champ!” by Jadakiss replaces Powerman and the cheers turn into a loud chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from North Carolina and weighs in tonight at 245 pounds….The NAPW Owner AND the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…Rex
Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back to intense heat from the crowd. Maybe it’s because of his recent actions in REBEL or the fact that his manager Static is
toting the American Flag with him. The duo, complete with half a dozen of Rex Caliber Fan Club members head to the ring while “The Sparx” looks on.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it, our main event is only seconds from happening and I cannot wait! Rex Caliber has turned his back on everyone if his fans and made
a mockery of the REBEL Heavyweight Title. Meanwhile what a Cinderella story it would be if “The Sparx” won the belt in only his second match with the company?
Caliber is now inside the ring and instead of handing the Heavyweight Title to the referee he passes it off to Static who is standing ringside. Static holds
the belt high above his head and hurls insults at the fans along ringside. The referee asks if both men are ready to go, gets a definite “yes” in return
from both competitors and calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go! The biggest match in REBEL history is now underway!

The pair go to lock up but Rex drives a boot into the gut of Chris that stops him in his tracks. A pair of stiff right hands back “The Sparx” up against
the ropes where he’s Irished whipped off by Caliber. Chris ducks a Caliber clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes with a leaping forearm shot
to the head of the champ! Rex scrambles to his feet and takes a deep armdrag from Chris that sends him back to the mat. Caliber again quickly gets to his
feet and takes a picture perfect dropkick from Corstenoca that sends him over the tope rope and down to the floor below! A pair of members from Calibers
fan club rush over and check on their hero as “The Sparx” looks at the crowd and smirks. As the fan club members help Rex to his feet, Corstenoca hits
the trio with a rolling helo over the tope rope! All four men are laid out but the crowd is on their feet after the amazing high risk move. Corstenoca
pulls himself up, grabs Caliber and rolls him back into the ring before climbing in after him. Inside, “The Sparx” covers Caliber for the pin but gets
just a count of one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is trying to end this early and to be honest I don’t blame him. Rex has a huge advantage when it comes to big match environment
while this is Corstenoca’s first shot at a top title in this industry.

Corstenoca has pulled Rex to his feet and peppers him with several lightning quick left forearm shots to the head. One scoop slam later and the REBEL Champion
is laying flat on his back in the center of the ring. Corstenoca goes to the near turnbuckle, scales to the top and takes flight! Rex moves at the last
possible second as Corstenoca crashes and burns with his elbow drop attempt! Rex gets to his feet and hits the near ropes nailing a rising “Sparx” with
a Yakuza kick to the side of the head. Rex again comes off the ropes this time hitting a jumping knee drop across the chest of Corstenoca. Instead of going
for a pin, Caliber grinds his forearm across the face of the challenger. Corstenoca shoves him off and tries to get to his feet only to have a knee driven
into his ribs by Caliber. Rex hooks Corstenoca and takes him over with a T Bone suplex! Chris uses the ring ropes to tries and pull himself up but takes
a running knee from Caliber that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Caliber rolls to the outside and pulls a dazed Corstenoca to his feet.
With Static cheering him on, Rex takes Corstenoca up and over with a snap suplex onto the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is in trouble as long as he lets Caliber dictate the pace of this match.

Rex drags “The Sparx” off the floor and shots him shoulder first into the ringpost. Corstenoca staggers away from the post and gets dropped by a clothesline
from Caliber! Static rushes over and holds the REBEL title in the face of Chris. Chris tries to push him away but Caliber lays into him with several kicks.
Static hands the belt off to a fan club member and joins his partner in what looks like a street mugging. The duo pull Corstenoca to his feet and Static
holds him as Rex grabs a chair from ringside. Rex swings for the fences but Corstenoca ducks down and it’s Static that gets clobbered by the chair! Static
spins and drops to all fours from the force of the blow. Rex looks down at his manager and Corstenoca hits a dropkick to the back of Caliber that sends
him sprawling on top of his former tag team partner! The crowd erupt in laughs as the camera shows that Caliber has landed on Static to make it look like
they are…Well think “Brokeback Mountain.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Chris reaches down and pulls Caliber off of his partner but takes
a back elbow to the face. Rex spins around and with chair still in hand slams it across the head of Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! That shot could be heard all the way in the cheap seats of the arena!

Chris is slumped against the ring barrier and we see a trickle of blood running down his forehead. He barely has time to get a hand up before Caliber cracks
him again with the now dented chair. Caliber tosses the chair away, grabs hold of a dazed Corstenoca and rolls him into the ring. Static is also back to
his feet and he passes something off to Caliber before the champ rolls into the ring. Corstenoca has gotten to his feet and turns just as Caliber jabs
something into his forehead that drops him like a fallen tree! The camera zooms in on what Caliber is holding and we see that it’s a damn screwdriver!
Caliber quickly mounts Corstenoca and starts to dig the tip of the screwdriver into the open wound of “The Sparx.” Corstenoca is able to shove Caliber
off and he scrambles to get back to his feet. Rex sticks the screwdriver into his boot and drives his knee into the back of the now bloody challenger.
Caliber whips Corstenoca into the ropes and nails him with a Samoan drop! He quickly goes for a cover but the young challenger kicks out at two!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is still in this! But the question is how much more punishment can he take?

Rex is all smiles as he pulls Corstenoca back to his feet. Rex shoots him into the near turnbuckle and follows him in with a clothesline. “The Sparx” gets
a boot up into the face of the charging Rex Caliber! Corstenoca quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and hits a leaping tornado DDT! Chris
is a bloody mess but he rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber. The Champ kicks out at two! Both men struggle up to their feet and Corstenoca
hooks the champ from behind and hits his Face Bomb! Instead of going for a pin, Corstenoca rolls to the outside and throws back the ring skirt. Chris pulls
out a trash can that’s filled with all kinds of plunder and it gets a big pop from the crowd! Chris shoves the trash can inside the ring and pulls himself
up onto the ring apron. Rex is getting to his feet just as Corstenoca springboards off the top rope and hits a seated plancha on the Champion! Corstenoca
hooks a leg but Caliber kicks out at two. Corstenoca quickly goes to the trash can, upturns it and a pile of goodies fall out to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: It wouldn’t be REBEL without a trash can or lethal weapons!

Rex is getting back to his feet and Corstenoca hurls the trash can at him and it bounces off the bald head Caliber. Caliber drops onto his ass and is Corstenoca
nails him in the face with a basement dropkick! Corstenoca wipes blood from his eyes and walks over to the plunder laying on the mat. He picks up a pizza
cutter and walks over to Caliber who is trying to get to his feet. “The Sparx” comes up from behind Caliber and starts to run the pizza cutter back and
forth across the forehead of the REBEL Champion! Rex is howling in pain and flailing his arms trying to break free from Corstenoca. Chris shoves Rex to
the mat and returns to the plunder. He drops the pizza cutter and picks up a staple gun as the crowd pops big time! The camera catches Caliber resting
on his knees and we see that the pizza cutter has sliced him open horribly. Corstenoca approaches Caliber with the staple gun but takes a low blow that
drops him! Rex grabs the dropped staple gun and pops one into the forehead of Corstenoca!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are willing to go to any length to win this match! I can only wonder if they’ll even be able to stand once this thing is
over.

A bloodied Rex puts another staple into the head of Corstenoca and drops the staple gun onto the mat before rolling to the outside. Static has recovered
from the earlier chair shot and is dragging something out from under the ring. Caliber lends a hand and they produce a huge board with reams of barbed
wire on it! They slide the board into the ring and Caliber climbs in after it. Corstenoca is getting to his feet and takes a hangmans neckbreaker from
Caliber that puts him back onto the mat. Caliber returns to his board of barbed wire and props it up against a corner. Corstenoca is pulled to his feet
and Caliber shoots him into the corner with the board. It’s reversed and it looks like Caliber is going to go into the barbed wire! Reversed again and
it’s Corstenoca who hits the barbed wire board back first! The crowd groans as they see Chris try to pull his flesh free of the barbed wire. Meanwhile
Rex has found the stash of goodies that Corstenoca has brought into the ring and grabs an item to his liking. It’s a large black bag and Caliber unties
it, turns it over and pours out thousands of thumbtacks!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is getting a little to out of hand, even for a REBEL match!

Caliber spreads the tacks around the mat with his boot and tosses the empty bag out into the crowd. Corstenoca has freed himself from the barbed wire board
and walks straight into a kick to the gut from the champ! Caliber pulls him into position for him Planetary Collision and the crowd holds it’s breath.
Corstenoca reverses the move into a backdrop and Caliber lands in the sea of tacks! The crowd both cheer and groan as the camera zooms in on the thumbtack
covered back of Rex Caliber! Sparx Star Press! One! Two! Thr..NO!! Caliber kicks out somehow! Corstenoca pulls a bloodied and tack covered Rex to his feet
and nails the Novocain! One! Two! Again Rex kicks out at three! Corstenoca looks frustrated as he rolls to the outside. Chris once more goes under the
ring and pulls out everyones favorite toy. A table! Chris slides in the table, climbs in after it and sets the table up in the center of the ring. Rex
is now to his feet and takes a sharp right hand to the head. Corstenoca hoists up Caliber and places him on the top turnbuckle. Corstenoca starts to climb
up after Rex and the crowd is standing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God. I think he’ going for it all right here, it looks like he wants to hit his Kronick Krunch through the table he just set up!

Indeed that is what Corstenoca is going to attempt. However he forgot about one thing, something that Caliber is all to happy to remind him off. Rex slips
the screwdriver out of his boot and jabs it into the head of Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca! The challenger drops down to the mat and Caliber eases himself
down to the second turnbuckle. Caliber tosses the screwdriver away, grabs the head of Corstenoca and pulls it between his legs. With a great effort Caliber
hoists Corstenoca up for what looks to be a powerbomb off the second rope…

But No!

Caliber is able to get Corstenoca up for his Planetary Collision and comes off the second turnbuckle with it! They smash through the table and the crowd
gives them a loud and happy “Holy Shit!” both men lay in the wreckage for what seems like an eternity before Caliber is able to roll Corstenoca over for
the pin attempt. One! Two! Three! It’s over!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! REBEL just showed that we’re not about to play second fiddle to anyone, including NAPW!

Static is in the ring and pulls the Champ out of the smashed table.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion…REX CALIBER!!!!

Static and a handful of members from the Caliber fan club pull the champ out of the ring. Static drapes the belt over the shoulder of a nearly unconscious
Champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: He might have lost here tonight but Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca just took a major leap in his career! From now on REBEL better be on notice…Because
“The Sparx” is legit!

Speaking of “The Sparx” He’s trying to get to his feet and the crowd gives him a huge ovation for his efforts. He smiles through a blood covered face and
is able to get up to a vertical base. Now the entire crowd is giving him a standing ovation and it’s easy to tell that tonight could be the highlight of
this young mans career.

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A shot of the commentary table, with all three men recovering from watching the bloody, epic REBEL title match.

BILL HEWSON: Rob Martinez, that was one hell of a REBEL title match. I don’t know what to think about Rex Caliber’s recent actions as owner of NAPW, reforming
The Crimes mark 2, but you can’t deny the man’s sheer ability and guts in the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: That match was what REBEL is all about, but the real story of the match for me was this kid Chris Corstenoca. I see big things in the future
for “The Sparx.”

BILL HEWSON: Rob, it’s been a pleasure to call the show alongside you tonight.

ROB MARTINEZ: The feeling is mutual, I’m already looking forward to the next supershow. Bill, Jack, I’ll see you later.

Martinez makes his exit. Jack Attack remains silent until he’s well gone.

JACK JONES: What was that? The announcer appreciation club? Rob Martinez couldn’t carry this stick.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t know, it was a nice change of pace. Working with a true professional.

JACK JONES: I am a professional, doofus.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t think you can BE a professional loan shark, Jack Attack. The first half of our double main event is over, and it was Rex Caliber retaining
his REBEL Heavyweight title. The second of two major title matches is coming up next… will we see retentions across the board, or will the NAPW title
change hands? Let’s take a look at the history between Simply Beautiful and the champion… Ravager.
January 9, 2007

The crowd is on their feet at the tenacity of this man. Ravager lunges at Simply Beautiful with a clothesline, and Simply Beautiful ducks. But Ravager hits
the ropes and comes back full force with a sick, sick lariat, that flips Simply Beautiful in the air until he hits the mat. Ravager, with his bloody face
and frenzied expression, drops to his knees, and covers the prone Simply Beautiful. Kiebiech counts the pin with a one, two, THREE!

SB looks up… hesitates… and then grabs the hand. Ravager pulls him up to his feet and gives a firm handshake, slapping SB on the shoulder and mouthing
words we can not hear.

March 13, 2007

Ravager scrambles to his feet and takes a forearm shot to the head from SB! Another shot has Ravager stumbling! Simply Beautiful hits the near ropes and
goes for another forearm shiver but Ravager ducks under, hooks SB and finally nails his Last Resort! The referee drops to the mat and slaps it three times
as Simply Beautiful is unable to kick out!

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner, and still NAPW Champion….Ravager!

BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful showed everyone tonight that he belongs in the main events here in NAPW!

March 27, 2007

Martyr turns! SEXXXYKI… MARTYR DUCKS ASIDE! IRISH WHIP and SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL SAILS OVER THE ROPES! SEBASTIEN MARTYR HAS OVERCOME THE ODDS! He drops to
he knees and raises his arms! THIS MATCH IS OVER! CALL IT FRANK WARBURTON!

Or maybe you should wait for Simply Beautiful to finish skinning that cat.

He drops into the ring, just as Sebastien Martyr realises that the bell hasn’t gone! He turns, eyes flashing, and LUNGES at Simply Beautiful! A clothesline
sends BOTH MEN OVER THE ROPES! Both men grab the ropes, landing more or less on their feet on the apron. Martyr turns to strike… SEXXYKICK!

AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of SOLE SURVIVOR… SIMPLEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLL!

BILL HEWSON: What a night this has been! Simply Beautiful has won the biggest match of his entire career, perhaps the biggest match of the year for NAPW!
AND HE WILL WRESTLE… FOR THE NAPW TITLE… MAY 15th, LIVE IN EDMONTON ON THE FIRST NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW!
FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the New Alberta Pro Wrestling CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT.

“STONE COLD CRAZY!”

Crazy? Crazy like THE EDMONTON FANS! They’ve witnessed a long night of wrestling, they’ve witnessed some emotional matches, and some violent ones. But it’s
time for main event between arguably the two most popular NAPW wrestlers. Period. And first out comes the man, the myth, the legend… sporting his usual
cocky grin and sunglasses…Simply Beautiful! He comes to the ring quickly, slapping a few hands before rolling in and hitting the corner. Referee Dick
Kiebiech slips quietly into the ring after SB. The Italian Stallion pulls of his sunglasses to reveal eyes at odds with his demeanor. In one word: Focused.
SB waits then and the fans turn their attention to the curtain as the lights go out. Flashing and then flickering lights as Four Cellos fill the auditory
landscape.

It builds to a crescendo.

PATH.

Calmly striding from the curtain, all business with a look of deadly intensity on his eyes, with the NAPW Championship belt around his waist…, is the
one and only Ravager. The champion looks over the hundreds of roaring fans, stomping and cheering. The champ takes his time getting to the ring, stepping
to the apron and wiping his feet before going through the ropes. He steps on the bottom turnbuckle and looks out again, arms stiffly by his side. Finally,
Ravager drops down and the introductions begin.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is scheduled for one fall at a sixty minute time limit, and is for the Undisputed NAPW Championship! The referee
in charge at the bell, senior official Dick Kiebiech! Now, introducing the competitors…

First, wearing blue and black… weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the 2007 Sole Survivor winner… ladies and gentlemen, from Staten
Island, New York, the former Pure Honor champion, The Italian Stallion, SIMPLLLLLLLLY BEAUTIFULLLLLLLL!

To my left wearing black… He comes to the ring today weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds. He is a multiple-time champion here in NAPW and tonight,
is defending his NAPW title for a record sixth time… ladies and gentlemen, from Brooklyn New York… The Last Resort, The White-Collar Assassin, the
NAPW CHAMPIONNNNNNNN … RAVAGERRRRRRR!

The crowd showers both men with applause. Referee Dick Kiebiech pats down Simply Beautiful, then proceeds across the ring to do the same to Ravager. The
champion never takes his eyes off of SB, even while surrending the title belt to Kiebiech, who holds it above his head and displays to the capacity Polish
Hall crowd exactly what is on the line. The ultimate prize.

DING DING DING.

BILL HEWSON: And that is the bell to start this match-up! What an unbelievable night of action it has been and this has the potential to top them all! Ravager,
Simply Beautiful, NAPW title on the line!

SB and Ravager meet at the center of the ring, the champion extending his hand to SB, who hesitates only briefly. They shake and begin to circle.

BILL HEWSON: SB a tiny bit cautious of the handshake by Ravager, but over the course of this year both men have gained a great deal of respect for one another.
Ravager has not always been known for playing fair, shall we say, but he has been a trend-setter as NAPW champion with decisive and clean victories for
five title defenses now.

JACK JONES: There is nobody in the business that can match the intensity level of Ravager, Bill Hewson. Not for nothing that Simply Beautiful is 0-2 against
Ravager in singles competition. But you’re talking about a man in Simply Beautiful that at Sole Survivor II, got the hell beaten out of him and then came
back out to win the big 30-man Sole Survivor match. I’m not a “fan” of either man but they bring an awful lot to this dance.

BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful has had some huge moments in NAPW, defeated some top stars, but he has never pinned Ravager. He has not held the NAPW championship.
You have to believe he’s looking to change that statistic here tonight!

Feeling out process sees Ravager grab a headlock. Simply Beautiful counters and takes Ravager down by the legs, grabbing an overhead wristlock. Ravager
forces his way back up, reversing, SB flips forward and back up, continuing to hold on. He pushes forward and gets his leg behind Ravager’s knees, forcing
the man down to the canvas. SB pushes forward, then leaps up while still holding Ravager’s hands to drive his knees into the champion’s midsection. Ravager
grunts in pain as SB grabs one arm, going for the Fujiwara Armbar! He’s trying to get it on and put this one away early but quickly Ravager makes it to
the ropes. Clean break and SB wins the first exchange!

JACK JONES: The last two times these men went at it, they were trash-talking in the middle of the ring. Now they’re, what do they call it, wrestling to
start off. Things have changed, Bill Hewson.

BILL HEWSON: As I said, a great deal of respect between these two men stemming from the two tremendous encounters they’ve already had this year. Right now
Simply Beautiful displaying some of his technical wrestling skills. It’s easy to forget, given the man’s flashy tendencies, just how good of a Wrestler
he can be.

JACK JONES: I guarantee you Ravager hasn’t forgotten.

They hook-up again and Ravager once again takes control with a headlock. Easy enough for SB to maneuver behind for a belly-to-back suplex, no, Ravager throws
his weight forward and takes SB down to the canvas. SB reaches around, trying to get a hold, he slips out of the headlock and goes for the arm, Ravager
switches it up and gets a headscissors! SB tries to squirm free, can’t, so he does a headstand and flips out of it! SB on Ravager, looking for the advantage,
but Ravager suddenly on top! He gets a cravate, going for The Garotte! SB feels it coming and this time it’s SB scrambling to the ropes, hooking his foot
across the bottom for a break. It’s clean, both men back up to their feet. SB and Ravager eye each other…

Ravager cracks a smile.

The barest of smiles, but nonetheless. SB snorts and they tie-up again, this time Ravager wins and he throws a european uppercut into SB’s jaw. “EYYYYYY!”
SB fires back with a chop. “WHOOOO!” Ravager with a european uppercut again, then a chop of his own, OOOOOH. You could feel that one just by watching!
He backs SB into the ropes, irish whip, knee to the breadbasket sends SB stumbling over. Ravager grabs the arms and pulls them out, driving his knee into
the back of SB’s neck and back in a modified surfboard stretch. SB shakes his head no as Kiebiech asks if there is a submission, then begins to get up,
trying to turn things around, twisting. SB gets behind Ravager, belly-to-back this time, Ravager flips out behind, SB ducks a sudden lariat attempt, then
grabs Ravager for a quick side Russian Leg Sweep! Nice move by SB and he’s quick to take advantage, hitting the ropes and springboarding off with a big
elbow, catching the rising Ravager right in the mush. First cover of the match one, two, champion kicks out. But there’s no time wasted by SB as he chops
the champ in the bare chest, WHOOOO! Again, WHOOOO! He has him in the corner, CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! Ravager gets fed up with that and throws an uppercut into
SB’s jaw, then several forearm shots! SB is reeling!

JACK JONES: And this isn’t how Simply Beautiful is going to win the title, you can’t trade strikes with Ravager! Simply Beautiful has to stick with his
game plan, wear the man down and then go high-risk!

SB in the corner and Ravager chops…

SB screams “COME ON, THAT ALL YOU GOT?!”

Ravager shrugs and UNLEASHES a lethal chop! A sickening echo rises up, SB cringes, but grits his teeth and screams “COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!” CHOP!

SB CHOPS BACK

RAVAGER CHOP!

SB CHOPS BACK

RAVAGER CHOP!

SB CHOPS BACK! SB CHOPS! CHOPS! CHOPS! FOREARM! FOREARM! RAVAGER IS ON THE ROPES AND SB IS ALL OVER HIM!

BILL HEWSON: You’re right, Jack Jones, usually you don’t want to exchange strikes with Ravager but Simply Beautiful just won a war of chops with the champion!
Ravager is covering up in the ropes and Kiebiech has to get between the two men! Clean break, but then SB… OH my GOD! Another huge chop! Ravager’s chest
is swelling open!

JACK JONES: That chest needs a tan as it is, now it’s like Snow White all over Ravager’s pecs — red on white!

Simply Beautiful is gaining momentum here from the tremendous energy of the fans, and he is actually destroying Ravager in a war of strikes! Ravager takes
another chop, grimacing, then tries to throw a headbutt at SB. He stuns the man momentarily, but SB screams and forearms Ravager in the side of the head
stiffly! Onetwothree rapid forearms in the side of the head, Ravager against the ropes, SB sends him off and CATCHES him square in the mouth with a spinning
heel kick! One, two, kick-out, SB races the ropes and hits the SPIN DOCTOR neckbreaker on Ravager —- standing moonsault connects! One, two, and another
kick-out by the champion PAINKILLER! SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL HAS IT LOCKED ON, RAVAGER LETTING OUT A YELL OF PAIN! “ARGH!” “Do you want to give it up, Ravager?
Ravager do you want to give it up”? “Argh — NO. NO.” Simply Beautiful reaching back on the Painkiller!

Ravager tries to scott around! Can he… he can’t seem to get that foot on the ropes!

SB wrenches back! COULD WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION — RAVAGER ROLLS OVER SOMEHOW! SB’S SHOULDERS DOWN!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Simply Beautiful has to kick-out there, and it breaks the hold, but Ravager is feeling the effects. And SB knows it. He hammerlocks the damaged right arm
behind Ravager’s back, pick-up, back suplex on the arm! SB finally gets it and how. SB driving his forearms into the right shoulder and upper arm. He’s
targetted. Wait a minute, Ravager with a desperate left-hand chop. He stuns SB, runs off the ropes, SB with a flying enziguri out of nowhere! From a literal
stunned standing position, right upside Ravager’s head! The champ goes down and SB is right on the arm, holding it extending and driving the point of his
elbow into the shoulder. Ram, ram, ram! Judas Priest style, RAM IT DOWN. Wait, what? SB locks the hand up and puts Ravager on his shoulder for a scoop
slam, again with the arm behind the man’s back!

BILL HEWSON: This is not the match we expected to see, Jack Jones! Simply Beautiful has brought his absolute A-Game here tonight and clearly, he knows he
can’t simply wrestle his usual match against the champion. But I never thought we’d see SB beat Ravager at Ravager’s own game!

JACK JONES: He’s outwrestled him, he’s out-hit him, and now he’s latched onto that injured body part like a pit bull! And if Ravager can’t use that right
arm, how’s he going to hit the Lariat that put SB away once? How’s he going to have the strength to hit the Dragon Suplex? Simply Beautiful is taking away
all of Ravager’s most potent moves by taking away the arm!

SB has Ravager on the canvas with an arm-bar, catching his own breath while ensuring Ravager does not have the same opportunity. Slowly the two men take
their feet, SB still holding on, as Ravager drives elbows into the mid-section of Simply Beautiful. Third time’s a charm as SB can’t hold on with pounding
on his diaphragm. Ravager holding his arm in pain, but hits the ropes and tries for

THE LARIAT!

SB ducks underneath! Ravager grabs the ropes and stops running, SB charges, dumped up and over by Ravager, SB lands on the apron, fires at Ravager, blocked,
HEADBUTT SB ALL THE WAY TO THE CONCRETE! Simply Beautiful crashes throat first against the guardrail. He’s getting up and wait a minute, what the hell
is Ravager thinking? Ravager looking at SB, waiting til he gets up, hits the ropes, SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR! RAVAGER WIPES OUT SIMPLY
BEAUTIFUL ON THE FLOOR!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELL!

BILL HEWSON: Ravager went high-risk and came up big! This could be the turning point of the match-up if he can work around his injured arm! That was almost
a page out of Simply Beautiful’s playbook right there, Jones!

JACK JONES: It’s all about the ten pounds of GOLLLLLD, Bill Hewson! Men put their bodies on the line to be the Champion, because that means you’re the BEST.
Ravager with a left hand chop on SB, clearly his right arm is damaged. SB fires a chop onto Ravager’s chest again, then tries to send Ravager shoulder first
into the steel ringpost, Ravager uses the momentum to sidestep and SB’s bell gets rung on the post instead. Ravager takes a moment to gain some energy,
but then grabs SB and rolls him into the ring to break the count, and Ravager is ascending to the top rope? Is he going for the diving headbutt? … HE
IS!

NAILED IT.

Ravager holding his head, leans back for a pin but can’t reach back to hook the leg due to his arm, still one, two, KICK OUT. Ravager’s face tells the story,
he needed to end it there, but he couldn’t hook the leg. And that puts him at a huge disadvantage. Ravager has Simply Beautiful up, Northern Lights Suplex!
Ravager bridges up, one, two, SB again kicks out! Would he have if Ravager’s arm was at full strength? Ravager again slow to get up, SB … Simply Beautiful
quite frankly looks slightly dazed, as if he does not know where he is. Ravager is behind the man LAST RESORT! He’s beaten Simply Beautiful with this move
before, if he gets it — Simply Beautiful suddenly fighting it for all he’s worth! Ravager can’t get the fingers locked behind SB’s head, and SB SUDDENLY
HAS THE ARM! THE RIGHT ARM! FUJIWARA ARMBAR AGAIN, PAINKILLER! But they’re not in the center of the ring, Ravager can get his foot on the bottom rope quickly.
SB breaks the hold, on his knees and holding his head, bowed over. Ravager is on his belly holding his arm, eyes closed tightly in pain. Kiebiech starts
his count, but SB reaches over to pin Ravager, holding Ravager’s right arm down! One, two, Ravager again gets his foot on the ropes. SB pulls it off and
reaches over, still holding the right arm, ONE, TWO, TH, Ravager squeaks the left shoulder up. SB holding onto the arm gets to his feet, pulling Ravager
up. Armtwist… heel hook kick! Nice combination by Simply Beautiful puts Ravager down, and suddenly he looks at the top rope! Ravager is in prone position
as Simply Beautiful springs to the bottom, the top, and off for the BEST!

MOONSAULT!

EVERRRRRRR!

ONTO THE KNEES!

BILL HEWSON: Ravager had that move well-scouted! HE ROLLS HIM UP! ONE! TWO! SB kicks out! Unbelievable! And wait a minute, Ravager with a german suplex!
Bridged! ONE! TWO! Simply Beautiful will not stay down for three!

JACK JONES: Ravager’s given SB some of his best shots and can’t keep him down. Now he’s doing it with one wing!

And once again he’s going up top! Ravager already hit the diving headbutt once this match, is he going for it again? We’ll never know, because Simply Beautiful
is up and follows Ravager to the top rope. He fires at Ravager, who fires back with left hand shots, not as effective as the right hand shots. They’re
battling it out on the top rope… who will get the maneuver? Ravager shoves SB off the top rope and flies, only to eat canvas. SB with a big Impact DDT,
and then he springs up to the top rope, facing the crowd. He doesn’t even look back, just FLIES, turning in mid-air to crash on Ravager with the NEW! YORK!
NIGHTMARE!

And it connects, SB up like a shot holding his midsection from the impact. Despite the pain he hooks a leg for ONE, TWO, THREEEEEEEEEE…

Foot on the rope.

FOOT ON THE ROPE.

JACK JONES: Ravager is lucky this isn’t a Pure Honor match, he’d be long out of rope breaks! He’s been saved by the ropes time and time again in this match!
Hewson, I didn’t think I’d be saying it, but Simply Beautiful is simply Dominating the champion!

BILL HEWSON: Simply Beautiful a split-second away from finally pinning Ravager, finally becoming the NAPW Champion after all this time! Ravager reaching
out to the ropes on pure instinct, just damn fortunate he was close enough to do it — but Simply Beautiful is going back up to the top rope!

JACK JONES: This is how he beat THE BEAST, Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: It was by three New York Nightmares that Simply Beautiful did it, and the same strategy will likely work on Ravager — NOBODY HOME! SB lands
on his feet! SEXYKICK — RAVAGER DUCKED! LARIAT — SB DUCKS — NO! RAVAGER FAKED HIM OUT! SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! THREE! It’s OVER! Oh my goodness!
FRANK WARBURTON: Here is your winner… and still NAPW CHAMPEEEEEN… RAVAGERRRRR!

The crowd is chanting “That was Awesome, clap clap clapclapclap.” Each man is laid out on the canvas, chests heaving up and down, they are spent. Kiebiech
gives the title belt to Ravager, who cradles it on his chest with his good arm. Simply Beautiful is on his back in the middle of the ring, hands to his
face, wearing a look of utter dismay.

BILL HEWSON: That was one hell of a match-up, and Ravager… Simply Beautiful may have had the best chance of taking the NAPW title belt from Ravager of
any of the challengers he has faced, perhaps even Chris Casino.

JACK JONES: Simply Beautiful dominated the match-up, there’s no question about it, Hewson. Ravager was fighting from behind from almost minute one, and
he’s rarely in that position. But that’s the mark of a champion… they find a way to win.

BILL HEWSON: A tremendous, world-class effort from Simply Beautiful but tonight is not his night…

Ravager is half-up, using the ropes, clearly just exhausted. His chest is disgustingly red from the chopfest SB unleashed on him. SB is up, hands on hips.
Ravager… extends the hand.

SB looks at it, lips pursed.

BILL HEWSON: Oh no. Not now.

JACK JONES: Well hey, it’s The Crimes come to applaud this tremendous match-up!

BILL HEWSON: Somehow I don’t think they’re here to watch… oh come on now! These two men just — David Banks and Lloyd Rees and Static are assaulting
two exhausted competitors! Rex Caliber nowhere to be seen, but you know this is on his card! The NAPW owner hates Ravager and now he’s after SB for spurning
his offer!

Ravager and SB have little left as the teams beat them up. Banks holds SB’s arms behind his back for LDK to slap him across the face, reminding him of their
existing hatred. “It don’t matter that it weren’t you, b’ye, ye shoulda been smart’er!” Static and Ravager — STATIC AND RAVAGER — Oh no! Funcrusher
by Static on Ravager! Rees with his DDT from the Green on SB, and now … what’s this? Oh no, come off it! The NAPW champion is defenseless! He throws
a punch-drunk swing, ducked easily by a laughing Static. LDK boots Ravager in the gut… and sets him up for a piledriver! David Banks going to the top
rope, not a spike piledriver —

BRIAN BRUNO storms the ring! What the hell? Brian Bruno gets boos, but then cheers, then boos, then cheers, but he’s taking out The Crimes! Bruno was beaten
up by The Crimes last week, but he’s still an evil son of a bitch — Static rushes with screwdriver in hand LARIAT! Bruno flips him inside out with a
lariat! Wait a minute, Simply Beautiful is up! Simply Beautiful has LDK, Bruno has Banks, and the NAPW Tag Team Champions get tossed out of opposite sides
of the ring! Bruno smirks at SB, these two will meet May 29th —

SEXY KICK!

SEXY KICK!

BRUNO GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! SB stares down at him in disgust, he wants NOTHING to do with Brian Bruno! Instead, SB goes up to pull Ravager
up by the hand. The Crimes are up the curtain, LDK cursing in rapid Newfese as Banks and Static try to “hold him back.” Brian Bruno is picking himself
up on the concrete as Ravager and SB lock eyes. SB suddenly has the microphone in hand…

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: You know what, I told Rex I wasn’t getting involved, but then you three jackasses had to come in here and trash the moment! Well I ain’t
anybody’s cronie, I ain’t anybody’s thug, I’m my own damn man! Now I don’t need your evil ass to watch my back, Brian Bruno, you can have your own goddamn
problems with The Crimes…

But it’s pretty damn apparent here that a guy’s going to need somebody to watch his back! Well, if you know my history (chuckles bitterly), I ain’t had
much luck with partners lately! But I know somebody who’s as (BLEEP)ed as I am in the numbers game, and that man is standing right here in this ring with
me! Ravager… we’ve had our battles and our differences! We’ve had our issues! And I will BEAT you for that NAPW title when I get another shot at it,
but you are one helluva damn champion and you have my RESPECT — so I have an idea! Next week there’s a little match called TAGSTRAVAGANZA II… tag titles
on the line, a dozen teams already in it, but way I hear it there’s one last open spot…

The crowd is buzzing in anticipation, all the wrestlers hanging on SB’s every word. Ravager cocks his head, wondering where it is going.

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL: And since I’d love nothing more to kick the living hell out of Lloyd Rees and David Banks AGAIN, I’m throwing my name into Tagstravaganza
so I can take the NAPW TAG TEAM TITLES the hell off of the Crimes! ALL I NEED…

Is a PARTNER.

SB throws the mic down and sticks out his hand to Ravager, shouting. “PARTNERS?” It’s Ravager’s turn to look at the hand, hesitating. He looks out to The
Crimes.

The barest of smirks.

SHAKE.

CROWD = EXPLODE.

BILL HEWSON: SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL — AND THE NAPW CHAMPION RAVAGER — IN TAGSTRAVAGANZA! WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?

JACK JONES: The Crimes are freaking out! Lloyd Rees is losing his mind! This is a travesty!

BILL HEWSON: Brian Bruno tried to take out The Crimes for his own reasons, but he gets NO trust and nor should he! Ravager was able to defeat Simply Beautiful,
but now next week they will be PARTNERS in Tagstravangaza! This is an unbelievable turn of events! It has been a memorable night in the histories of both
NAPW and REBEL Pro Wrestling! For Jack Jones, this is Bill Hewson saying good night!

The Crimes at the curtain, furious. Brian Bruno leaning against the guard rail, a sick expression on his face. Ravager and SB leaning over the top ropes,
letting The Crimes know they’re coming.

And hell is coming with them.

Best of Rebel Pro 2007 Disc 1

Disc One
GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES
04/10/2007
Bat vs Chair: Dio Muerte vs David Banks

The fans are buzzing from the last match, when BOOM. “NEVER GONNA GET IT!” pumps from the Public Address system. The fans take a look at the curtain to
see…

JENNY JERSEY: This is the Bat versus Chair match-up! Introducing first, from Greensboro, North Carolina (crowd pops at the home state!)… he weighs in
at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, “THE CHAIRMAN” of NAPW… The Charismatic Colossus DAVID BANNNNKS!

Banks comes through the curtain wearing a “HATE” hoodie over top of his ring gear, towel over his shoulders. And of course, in his hand is his infamous
steel chair. The crowd gives Banks a rowdy reaction, hey, they can’t help but cheer for a home state boy. Banks looks at a couple hands extended his way
for fives and snorts, ignoring them.

ROB MARTINEZ: A young man hailing from just up the road in Greensboro, and David Banks of course regularly competes for New Alberta Pro Wrestling, but he
is down in Raleigh for a special one-night only match-up.

Banks is in the ring. Stop the music. Are you ready for…

BATTLE?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Hollywood, Florida, he weights in at two-hundred and twenty eight pounds! He is REBEL Pro Wrestling’s own DIOOOOO MUERTEEEEEE!
Dio Muerte comes through the curtain to the throbbing hip-hop sounds, wearing his trademark black ski-mask, wifebeater and Dickies pants. But he ain’t just
got a bat… Muerte’s got a garbage can full of plundah in the left hand, trusty bat in the right hand. The crowd gives the man a nice pop as he comes
to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Folks, have you ever seen a match like this? Dio Muerte is well-known for using that wooden bat… and David Banks is called the “Chairman
of NAPW” for good reason. The only place you’re going to see action like this is right here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

For now, Muerte leaves the garbage can on the outside of the ring and rolls in. He’s got his bat. Banks has his chair. Jimmy Johnson is the referee for
this match-up, and he calls for the bell. The two grapplers are simply staring at each other. Muerte points the bat at Banks. Banks slaps the flat back
of the chair loudly with his hand. They circle each other warily, Muerte looking all cool, Banks cocky.

Banks! Muerte! Both with the same idea try to catch the other with a surprise swing, CRASH. The chair and the bat crash into each other loudly. Banks tries
to regroup, raising the chair over his head to bring down onto Muerte, he takes the butt end of the bat into the gut for his trouble. That doubles the
man over, and Dio Muerte cracks Banks in the back with the bat. Almost just a tap there, as Banks dances away holding his back in pain. Muerte spins the
bat and leans into the corner, calm-as-you-please.

ROB MARTINEZ: What Dio Muerte is doing right now, is that he is telling David Banks that “I got you first.” He didn’t go for the kill there, didn’t plunge
in recklessly, but he did clearly take an open shot to Banks. Folks, there may not be many wrestling moves in this one…

Again at even ground, although Banks looks just slightly less cocky. You can see it in the pursed lips he has, the slightly exaggerated walk. But wait,
what’s this? Banks has unfolded his steel chair and set it down. He makes a sweeping motion with his arm, apparently challenging Muerte. He wants a wrestling
match instead maybe? No, Banks sits down on the chair? He’s telling Dio “free shot.” Dio clearly doesn’t trust it, but who is he to pass up an opportunity.
He hits the ropes to get some speed — Banks slides off the chair, but Muerte is quick to leap onto the seat of the chair instead. Muerte off the chair
with the bat, only to take a fist to the breadbasket. Banks with an irish whip sends Muerte to the ropes, catches him with a drop toe-hold… and that
sends Muerte face-first into the unfolded steel chair. Banks takes a moment to chuckle, but then he’s on top of Muerte. Stiff cross-face shots to Muerte,
who has lost his grip on the bat. And Banks is going for the Charismatic Crossface! He could lock this in and get a submission in no time flat, Dio Muerte
trying to keep it from being locked on. Banks sees he can’t get it on Muerte yet, so quickly stands up and drives the point of the elbow into the back
of Dio’s head.

With his man down, Banks picks up the steel chair. He slaps it with his free hand and then gets a good two-handed grip. Muerte is up to his feet, he turns
around

WHAM

ROB MARTINEZ: What a thunderous chair shot! You could hear that one echoing through the building, and David Banks has taken control of this contest! Dio
Muerte tried to get a hand up to block, but how do you block a speeding steel chair?

Banks preens for a moment, laughing. He slams the chair down and gets a cover. One, two — hell no. Muerte kicks out right on two, not even close to a
three count. Banks says “hell with this” and grabs his chair again. Muerte gets up…

KERANG!

Muerte collapses again, but this time Banks says “No mistakes!” He grabs the steel chair and puts it on top of Dio Muerte’s prone form. And with that, Banks
ascends to the top rope. Could it be? It could be, it should be, it is the MID-CARD KILLER. The only problem is that ain’t nobody home as Dio Muerte rolls
out of the way. Fortunately for Banks, Dio’s momentum took the chair out of his landing platform.

Unfortunately for Banks, Dio Muerte has the steel chair in his hands! Muerte swings —

FAKE.

Banks gets a hand up to block, but Muerte stops his swing right before it connects, and instead connects with a Shuffle Sidekick that has Banks seeing stars.
The crowd is confused… until Dio grabs his forgotten bat and holds it high.

ROB MARTINEZ: The rules of this match very simple! Banks brings the chair… and Dio brings the bat! This doesn’t look good for David Banks… that didn’t
sound good for David Banks.

The thud of the bat driven across Bank’s pectorals, no, that don’t sound good at all. And this time it’s Dio Muerte, idly spinning the bat while Banks tries
to shake off the pain… and then bringing it down across the man’s back. This ain’t no lovetap, he tagged him baby. Banks drops down to his knees in pain,
and Dio…

Well. Pretty much tees off on the back of Banks’ head. The bat cracks in half, a shower of splinters and corkwood and sawdust. The crowd immediately starts
up with a “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT” chant. David Banks on instinct has rolled out of the ring, he’s laying facedown on the concrete and holding the back of
his head tightly in his arms, clearly in intense pain. But Dio Muerte does not go after David Banks.

Nope.

Dio Muerte instead points the ruined handle of his bat to the garbage can of plundah he brought with him. The crowd begins to buzz as Dio heads towards
the can. He pulls off the lip, rummages in, and pulls out…

A BARBED WIRE BAT.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve heard it said that “business is about to pick up,” because it damn sure is! Dio Muerte just pulled out a ballbat wrapped up like a christmas
tree, if a christmas tree was wrapped with skin-tearing barbed wire!

The crowd is going crazy as Muerte cooly saunters over to Banks, who is beginning to pick himself up. The back of his head shows some dark crimson against
the black, but that can’t prepare Banks for Dio Muerte taking the barbed wire bat and raking it all into his forehead! Banks yells out in pain as Muerte
tears the bat away violently. Banks has his face on the apron, and blood is rushing out of angry gashes on his forehead. He manages to roll into the ring,
but Dio is doing the same. Banks on hands and knees, and Dio Muerte brings the barbed wire

Down.

It catches in Bank’s “HATE” hoodie, Muerte rolling and pulling as Banks yells and screams in pain. Muerte rips the bat free of the fabric, then violently
begins to pull it over David’s head. Suddenly David is free of the hoodie — and his entire bare chest and back is exposed to the vicious barbed wire.
He knows it. Dio knows it. The gasping crowd knows it.

Muerte with the bat-caught-Banks is trying to fight it off! Banks gets his hands on the bat, on Muerte’s wrist, trying to push the bat back as Muerte is
pushing in with all his might. It is an artistic tableau, Muerte’s eyes flaring, the bloody Banks… and it only ends with Banks somehow, someway, uses
Muerte’s forward pressure against him. Driving the man down to the canvas. And then suddenly:

Locking in a modified crossface. Modified because Banks has the barbed wire bat ACROSS DIO’S DAMN FACE.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God, this is disgusting! Even with the ski-mask on, that bit of fabric won’t keep the razor edged barbs from cutting into his forehead
and nose!

Banks is pulling back, the muscles in his neck and arms straining as he pulls and rips back. He’s pulling so hard, in fact, with such a strange implement,
that he ends up whipping the bat into the air. Muerte is screaming in pain from that, kicking the canvas as Banks somehow gets to his feet. He looks around
the crowd, blood-splattered, and then suddenly rolls outside the ring. Banks flips up the ring apron, reaches underneath the ring, and suddenly pulls out…
A barbed-wire chair.

“You think he the only one? Huh?” Banks pulls the chair up and holds it high, the crowd roaring. By God, they’re getting their money’s worth tonight. Banks
… wait a minute. He’s not going in the ring yet. He grabs a chair from ringside, tosses it into the ring. Almost clips the ref. Banks is walking around
the ring, barbed wire laced chair in hand, and tossing other chairs into the ring. Four, five, six, seven chairs in the ring. And now Banks finally on
the ring apron. What’s he doing here? He sets one of the chairs up in the center of the ring and picks up Dio Muerte. Muerte throws a punch, Banks with
one of his own, he knuckles the man down to the chair. Muerte is seated and hurt as Banks takes off the ropes

KRUNK

ROB MARTINEZ: THE BARBED WIRE STEEL CHAIR RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE OF DIO MUERTE! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! THE PIN! ONE, TWO, NOOOOO?!

Banks can’t believe it, Dio Muerte kicked the hell out. What the hell? Banks argues with the ref, then picks the unmoving Dio Muerte back up. He again sets
him on the chair, once again grabbing the barbed wire laced chair. He takes off the ropes, runs, swings, and takes a barbed wire bat right into the stomach.
Dio grabs the doubled-over Banks… SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! THROUGH THE UNFOLDED CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Muerte hits the canvas, still worn out himself, but he gets an arm over Banks. ONE. TWO. TH—kick out! David Banks somehow kicks out, but now there are
angry red gashes all across his abdomen.

ROB MARTINEZ: And if you can believe this, folks, next week in NAPW David Banks has to wrestle Tommy Deathrow in a SUPERSTAR RULES match. Which is basically
a REBEL RULES match-up… Banks isn’t going to make it to next Tuesday at this right! And WAIT A MINUTE, MUERTE IS GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE? BANKS IS IN
NO-MAN’S LAND… FROOOOG SPLASH!

WHAM! Muerte connects with Banks, connects with the chair he’d thrown on top of the man. Dio spasms on the canvas, holding his gut, he sacrificed his own
body to get that damage on David Banks. He gets the pin… and Banks kicks out. The crowd can’t believe it, but they are damn well on their feet chanting
“(BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP! (BLEEP) HIM UP DIO, (BLEEP) HIM UP!” Muerte indeed has gone back to his barbed wire bat… he digs it into Banks forehead
for a gruesome image, as Banks groans of pain are evidence of the brutality. Dio then rolls to the outside, reaching into his can of plundah, and pulling
out… a water bottle? Dio empties the bottle over his head, getting some in his mouth, washing some away. Hell, that was actually smart. But then WATCH
OUT as Dio tosses the can overhead, over the ropes into the ring, narrowly missing David Banks. Dio wasn’t really aiming. Nonetheless, Dio is back in the
ring. He roots around in the can for… what?

We may never know, because Banks tries to pick Muerte up for a back suplex. Muerte flips out at the apex and rushes Banks BELLY TO BELLY. The Chairman just
sent Dio flying into the ropes. Dio has one arm tangled oddly in the ropes… wait a minute. Oh no.

Banks just tied Dio Muerte up between the second and third ropes.

Dio kicks at Banks, but the bloody Chairman steps away. Come to think of it, Dio is bloody as well, there is red soaking through his ski-mask and dripping
down. That white wife-beater is never gettin’ clean. But right now, Dio is trying to get free to no avail as the Chairman takes a quick breather. Johnson
tries to go free Dio, but he backs off nervously as Banks threatens him with a chair. Banks once again has the barbed wire chair, even as Dio Muerte is
struggling in the ropes. He’s taking his time with this shot… actually, what exactly is Banks doing? He’s grabbed the towel he brought to the ring, and
he’s… well, wrapping it around the barbed wire chair. That towel is stuck good, but for what reason?

To the outside goes Banks, again reaching under the ring apron. Has he hidden something else out down there? Wait…he’s got something. He’s got…

A jerry can.

ROB MARTINEZ: A jerry can of gasoline! If Banks is going to do what I think he’s going to do… I ask you, what is worse than a barbed-wire covered chair?
Banks opens the jerry can as the crowd’s roar grows louder and louder. He empties the contents over top of the fire chair, the distinct stench of gasoline
filling the armory. Banks holds up the soaked chair… and produces a lighter from his trunks.

Flick.

ROB MARTINEZ: A barbed-wire covered chair… ON FIRE.

“HOLEEEEEEEEEEE” the crowd begins.

Muerte sees it coming and steels himself like a man.

BANKS SWINGS

“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT”

CRACK.

FWOOOSH.

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! DIO MUERTE HAS BEEN HIT WITH A FLAMING STEEL CHAIR! THIS IS WHAT REBEL PRO IS ALL ABOUT, BUT BY GOD WE STILL NEED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!
Dio Muerte was knocked out of the ropes by that brutal shot, but his clothing has caught fire. He yells horribly on the concrete as he rolls to put out
the flames. In the ring Banks has dropped to one knee, unsteadily holding the top rope as he sways. But he’s got a cocky grin on his blood stained face.
The crowd is chanting “RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB” as the scene plays out.

Frighteningly, the match is not yet over.

In the ring Banks has started stacking the numerous chairs into a sloppy pile, for what purpose, only he could know. Jimmy Johnson is outside with Dio Muerte,
asking him if he wants to go on. The smell of singed flesh and fabric hangs in the air. Dio grabs Jimmy by the collar and shoves him on his ass. He reaches
up for the bottom rope, clawing at the canvas, and somehow heaves his carcass back into the ring.

And here David Banks is ready for him. He grabs Dio Muerte, hooking him for a vertical suplex — apparently into that pile of stacked chairs! Hell, we
know Banks likes the trifecta. But Muerte gets his leg in the way, refusing to go over. Banks hits him, tries again, again Muerte blocks. COUNTER. BRAINBUSTAAHHHHHH.
Dio Muerte with a desperation brainbuster to counter, and now he’s crawling towards his plundah can, there can’t be something else in it, can there? There
is! Dio pulls out yet a third bat… a bat glinting strangely in the light.

ROB MARTINEZ: I can’t quite make out what’s on that bat… wait a moment, folks, you won’t believe… it isn’t? It is! Dio Muerte has pulled out a bat…
a bat covered in glue and GLASS. Shards of broken glass all over the end of that ball bat! And he’s going to use it on another human being!

Dio has the bat—Banks looks up—DIO SMASHES THE BAT ACROSS THE BACK OF BANKS! ACROSS THE CHEST! AND HE TEES OFF — BANKS DUCKS. Hundreds of red pinprick
wounds, some gashes have opened up all over his body! Muerte swings again, Banks gets a hand up to knock the bat away, but he cuts his hand up badly doing
so. Dio is coming! Dio Muerte is coming! David Banks is backed into the corner, he ain’t got nowhere to go, and Dio runs in and swings with the bat —
hits the turnbuckle pad! Banks shoves Dio into the turnbuckle chest first with crazy force, enough to send the glass-covered bat flying. Banks turns Dio
around, picks the man up and puts him to the top rope. He climbs up — Dio with an OPEN HAND SLAP to the face of Banks! Banks returns with the same to
the ski-masked face of Dio! Dio with a slap — Banks with a slap — echoing through the armory — Banks with a sudden HEADBUTT to Dio Muerte!

David double-underhooks the arms… looks back for just one second…

And plunges Dio Muerte downwards into a pile of eight or nine steel chairs. Unbelievable? No. Just…

Beyond Belief.

The crowd is chanting RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB RPDUB as Banks finally rolls over and puts a bloody arm over Muerte, laying on top of the stack of steel seats.
Johnson counts one… two… and though Dio twitches, it’s not enough to kick out before the three.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… Davvvviiiid Bannnnnnks! ROB MARTINEZ: You may think you have seen it all, but you have not seen REBEL Pro Wrestling
until now. Listen to this crowd, showing RESPECT for the hell these two men just put themselves through.

What’s the crowd chanting?

“THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME. THAT WAS AWESOME.”

ROB MARTINEZ: There wasn’t a title on the line, this was all about pride! We saw barbed wire, we saw fire, we saw broken glass all strapped onto bats and
chairs… it took Beyond Belief onto a dozen chairs to finally put this one away. David Banks gets the win tonight, but Dio Muerte has proven to all these
fans here tonight that he is for real! These men will need medical attention but this is what REBEL Pro is all about… putting it all on your line, your
very body, for a chance at glory.

Banks has stumbled into the aisle where he is laying as trainers come to attend to him. He is, literally, bleeding from all over, hundreds of small wounds…
not to mention the jagged, raked gashes on his forehead. Dio is in the ring still, the crowd still in shock and awe over the match they have just seen.
Dio shoves trainers away, but can’t keep his feet due to his own blood loss. What a freaking match.

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LADDER TO SUCCESS
05/01/2007
Monster vs Beast I: Caliban vs Bruce Richards

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the special guest referee for the match… WARREN!

WARREN, dressed in a REBEL Pro referee’s jersey, comes out to a decent cheer from the fans! He looks a little pensive tonight, but still manages to keep
a smile on his face. Warren circles the front row, singing to his theme music and glad handing the fans before climbing into the ring.

“The Wretched”, Nine Inch Nails.

JENNY JERSEY: And the competitors! First, from somewhere in the Amazon Basin and being accompanied to the ring by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. Weighing
in at THREE HUNDRED and FIFTY pounds, he is the undefeated monster of REBEL Pro Wrestling… CALIBAN!

Miranda and the sinister Ringmaster Iago step out from the back, and hold open the curtains for the monstrous CALIBAN. There is a mixed reaction from the
crowd, some cheers, some boos – but love him or hate him the giant man-beast has everyone’s attention. Flanked by his handlers, Caliban heads down to the
ring and slides in. He takes a half-step toward Warren, but Miranda whistles and indicates that that’s a big “No!”

“Knights of Cydonia”, MUSE, and a HUGE pop from the North Carolina crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From St. Albert, Alberta, Canada, and being accompanied to the ring by Bill Fleming. Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and SEVENTY
pounds… BRUCE! THE BEAST! RICHARDS!

BRUCE “The Beast” RICHARDS emerges from the curtains, with Bill Fleming at his side. He bee-lines to the ring, hands his cowboy hat to Bill, then steps
in. In an instant, Bruce Richards is right in Caliban’s face, and the two just angrily stare at each other… and for one of the only times in his career,
the Beast is the smaller of the two men. Caliban has seven inches and nearly a hundred pounds on the five time NAPW Tag Team Champion. But that doesn’t
mean the crowd hasn’t decided how this will go down.

“BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU! BEAST IS GONNA KILL YOU!”

Iago angrily shouts at the front row to please be quiet, but Warren seems to be encouraging them from the ring. Caliban, to his credit, doesn’t seem to
be paying any attention to this. Fleming shoots an angry glance at Miranda and Iago in Caliban’s corner. And there’s the bell!

Bruce Richards immediately explodes with a barrage of punches and the crowd explodes! The monstrous Caliban takes the brunt of it, but even he is staggered
by the onslaught, backing toward a corner, and getting his arms up to defend!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an opening assault from The Beast! I’ve never seen Caliban put on the defensive before!

Richards takes advantage of his early momentum, catching Caliban by the dreadlocked head, planting his feet in the monster’s chest, and Monkey Flip! Richards
rolls back to his feet while Caliban bounces across the canvas, rushes the far ropes, and rebounds with a perfect big boot that bulls eyes the monster
right in the face. Caliban goes down and the crowd is going wild! Bruce Richards with a pin! One! Kickout with authority from Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: A fair count there from Warren. Looks like he really does plan to call this down the middle.

You wouldn’t know that from the glare Iago is sending Warren’s direction. Warren visibly gulps. Bruce quickly takes his feet, looking to continue pressing
his advantage. Caliban pulls himself up with ropes, and turns right into a flying lariat that sends both men crashing to the ring! The fans cheer again,
and again Richards rolls to his feet… and now he’s signaling that he’s going upstairs! These REBEL fans are rising to their feet as he climbs up to the
top rope! But wait! Ringmaster Iago is on the apron, grabbing at his foot. Bill Fleming immediately call foul! Bruce angrily shucks him off, and glares
down at the sinister, well dressed man. Iago tries to reach up again, but Warren catches his arm! Iago glares into Warren’s face and demands he be unhanded,
but the young official doesn’t gulp this time, he just grins. “You! Are! OUTTA HERE, buuuuuuuuudy!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my! Ringmaster Iago’s just been ejected from ringside!

Iago protests and Warren just waves him goodbye. But the damage has been done, and from the smug look on Iago’s face as he starts leaving ringside, he knows
it. Bruce stands on the corner… and then is suddenly and harshly pulled down. In an instant he’s draped face up across Caliban’s shoulders… DREADLOCK
DROP! Richards is planted in the ring and Caliban rises and ROARS. The monster grabs down at The Beast, and pulls him to his feet, then hooks up his head…
Suplex… SLAM. And again Richards is driven face-first into the canvas! The monster turns him over, and covers! One! Two! Just two. Another fair count
from Warren. Caliban maintains his advantage, taking Richards by the head, sitting him up and applying a sideways Chinlock. Bill Fleming starts pounding
on the apron, trying to rally the crowd behind Richards, and they’re more than happy to oblige. Richards grasps at Caliban’s meaty hands, trying to break
the lock and grits his teeth, but refuses to submit. He starts getting fired up by the crowd, and begins trying to climb to his feet, struggling against
the dominating monster, and suddenly the Beast starts fighting back, throwing an elbow into Caliban’s solar plexus! Caliban is stunned, and Bruce – rising
to his feet – whips the man-beast into the ropes. Caliban catches himself before he can spill over, but Bruce rushes him and clothesline’s him right over
the top rope! Caliban crashes to ringside and the fans applaud! Miranda rushes over to check on her fallen monster, but stops dead in her tracks and dives
for cover because HERE COMES THE BEAST! Suicide No-Hands Plancha! Richards crashes into Caliban and both men spill into the guardrail The crowd cheers
again, and Warren starts counting! One! Two! Three! Four! Both men are stirring at ringside. Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Caliban has risen, but Richards catches
him and starts throwing some punches. Nine! Ten! And Warren starts calling for the bell…

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Warren doing? Warren! There’s no count-out! This is REBEL Pro Wrestling!

Warren, having heard Martinez at ringside, looks perplexed – but there’s nothing he can do. The two manimals are clashing at ringside, unabated. Caliban
has again taken the upper hand, driving Richards into the ring post. The Beast slowly turns himself around, and gets squashed against the post by a huge
body splash from the man-beast! Richards goes slack, and Caliban catches him and rolls him into the ring. He goes to follow but Miranda whistles and catches
his attention. She points at one of the left over tables from the TLC match earlier.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no. I know where this is going, and it isn’t going to be pretty!

The fans are a mixture of cheers and boos as Caliban plucks up the table and slides it into the ring. He climbs into the ring after it, and then pulls it
into the corner as Bruce Richards starts stirring in the ring. The crowd starts chanting “Beast! Beast! Beast!,” and Fleming claps along with them, trying
to revive him. Warren goes over to Caliban as he sets up the table

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in the corner and yells for him to get rid of it, but the monster just shoots a glare
at him that sends him backpedaling. Bruce has risen in the far corner, and angrily glares at Caliban’s back as the man-beast finishes setting up his table.
Caliban turns to go and get Richards only to see him up in the corner! The crowd rises to it’s feet! Warren goes to take down the table! Bruce “the Beast”
Richards charges! Caliban dives aside!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MOMMA NO!

THE BEAST AND WARREN COLLIDE! Warren gets put through the table in the corner with authority and the REBEL Pro fans can’t help but GROAN! Bruce scrambles
to his feet and looks down at the shattered table and equally shattered guest referee. He turns in time to duck a clothesline attempt from Caliban! He
grabs the arm and pulls the monster up onto his shoulders! The Beast grunts… CHART ATTACK! The REBEL fans ERUPT! Stick a fork in him, Caliban is DONE!
Miranda is angrily shouting at him to get back up… but Bruce Richards knows there’s no referee, and he needs to make SURE Caliban is dead! He goes upstairs!
DIVING MOONSAULT! Richards hooks the leg, and starts shouting for Warren to get up! Bill Fleming shakes him… but I think Warren might be dead! Wait…
someone’s running out from backstage in a referee jersey! He hits the ring and counts! ONE!

And stops, hand raised.

It’s Stylin’ Kyle Roberts.

Richards glares into the face of his former tag team partner. The REBEL fans BOO for all they’re worth. Some are still counting the pinfall, and are up
around a six count, but Roberts just grins at Richards, hand held high. Slowly… PAINFULLY slowly… he starts to count… twoooooooooooooooKICKOUT! BOO!
Miranda laughs and applauds at ringside, but Bill Fleming is going ape! He keeps shaking Warren, trying to rouse him, but it’s to no avail. Stylin’ Kyle
is the new referee. And Bruce “the Beast” Richards is none too happy about it.

Richards shouts at Kyle to get the hell out of there, but Stylin’ Kyle shrugs and points behind him. The Beast turns… CLOTHESLINE! Richards spins head-over-heels
and crashes into the canvas. Kyle cringes and laughs. Caliban hauls the Beast to his feet, whips him at the ropes. Richards rebounds, Caliban catches him…
Tilt-A-Whirl BACKBREAKER. Richards writhes on the mat, and Caliban covers! Stylin’ Kyle with the count! ONETWOTHKICKOUT! My GOD what a fast count! Bruce
Richards JUUUUST kicked out, and Kyle shrugs. Caliban pulls The Beast back up, takes him by the head, and DRIVES him into the top turnbuckle. Bruce turns,
and slumps into the corner… and suddenly has Miranda CHOKING him with her bull whip! Richards gags, eyes bulging, and the fans turn instantly hostile!
Bill Fleming is calling for her to be ejected, but Stylin’ Kyle isn’t even watching. He’s too busy poking Warren with his toe. Fleming climbs the apron
and gets right into Roberts’ face, demanding he take action. Stylin’ Kyle grins. “Heya, Bill! GET TO STEPPIN’!”

ROB MARTINEZ: This is insane! Now Bill Fleming is being ejected from ringside… and he didn’t even DO anything!

Bill throws a fit, but is powerless to do anything. Stylin’ Kyle waves him goodbye, and taps his head – he’s smarter than you, after all. Caliban has been
busy smacking Bruce in the chest with his meaty hands! The fans are groaning with each shot, but at least Miranda has released her illegal choke. Richards
sags in the corner, looking spent and trying desperately to catch his breath, but the man-beast is relentless. Miranda rushes over to the time-keeper’s
table and sweeps everything off, then pulls it over toward the ring. Caliban sees it, and grabs The Beast by the throat, hauling him up into a Gorilla
Press! The fans rise again to their feet as Caliban steps over to the edge of the ring! He drops Richards… but don’t count out the Beast! He catches
himself on the ropes, and lands on his feet on the apron! Caliban ROARS and rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline, but Bruce lowers the bridge! Caliban
goes up, over, and CRASHES through the table at ringside!

“Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT!”

Richards drops ringside and roughly shoulders Miranda aside, shooting her a glare. “You wanted to see the BEAST!? WELL HERE HE IS!” The crowd erupts again
as he grabs a handful of Caliban’s dreadlocks and PULLS the fallen animal to his feet. The Beast grabs his opponent, locking on the Cobra Clutch… and
BOMB! Right onto the hard floor at ringside! Caliban HOWLS, clutching at his back, and The Beast with a STIFF kick to the back! Caliban howls again, and
tries to crawl away, but Richards again catches him by the head and drives him headfirst into the steel ring steps. Caliban goes slack, and Bruce, still
holding a handful of dreadlocks, starts grinding the monster’s face against the steps! The crowd cheers, and Caliban howls, reaching back and trying to
catch his attacker, but The Beast pulls the man-beast’s head back and drives it once more into the steps! The Beast then hauls Caliban up and rolls him
into the ring. Caliban, woozy, attempts to rise while Richards goes upstairs again, but he collapses, mid-ring. Richards is signalling for the moonsault…
but then Stylin’ Kyle pulls the man-beast aside! The Beast hops down from the top rope and storms over to Kyle, getting right in his face. The fever pitch
of the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans rises again as the former members of D-X glare into each other’s eyes. Heated words are exchanged about “coming into my
home”, and being “fair and impartial for just once in your life”. The Beast backs off, Stylin’ Kyle grinning… THE CLAW! Kyle Roberts FLAILS but Bruce
Richards has the claw locked in! The REBEL fans cheer as the replacement referee tries to grab at the ropes… but he’s got nowhere to run! Kyle’s arms
go limp, then his knees give out… and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts fades away under the Beast’s unrelenting hold!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re sans-referee again, folks! This thing is getting out of hand!

Warren is still KO’d in a corner. Now, Stylin’ Kyle is unconscious! Richards releases his hold, and rolls Kyle out of the ring, where he plops down to ringside
limp. He rises back to his feet and makes a throat slitting motion with his thumb, then turns… and ducks a lariat from Caliban! He again grabs the arm,
hauls Caliban up to his shoulders…

CHART ATTACK KILLS YOU DEAD!

He hooks the leg! But there’s no… wait! Warren is stirring in the corner! The young man crawls to toward the pin as the crowd rises to it’s feet! He starts
counting! The fans count along!

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

And neither can Bruce “the Beast” Richards! He looks down at the stirring man-beast incredulously, then slowly rises to his feet. The Beast reaches down
and takes Caliban by the dreadlocks, and pulls him up, and again onto his shoulders. He grunts again under the strain, and the fans are cheering!

CHART ATTACK…

But Caliban lands on his feet like a cat!

Bruce Richards’ eyes bug out and Caliban clamps a hand over his throat, eyes blazing through the slits in his mask. Bruce struggles, but the monster manages
to get his other hand on his neck too! CHOKEBOMB! Richards is slammed with enough force that the ring shakes! Caliban pins! Warren, still barely moving
on the mat, counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THRKICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH! MY! GOD!

Caliban roars and falls backward, exhausted! Even monsters have limits, and this might just be his! Both men are down in the ring… heck, all THREE men
are down if you count Warren! And Stylin’ Kyle is still prone at ringside! Miranda shouts at Caliban to rally himself, and the REBEL fans start chanting…
“This is awesome!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap. “This is awesome!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap.

Bruce “the Beast” Richards begins to stir. So, too, does Caliban. And then, Warren. All three men slowly retake their feet as the crowd continues to cheer
them. Bruce turns, throwing a blind punch at Caliban. Caliban takes it in the chops, then fires one back. The Beast staggers, then throws one back! Caliban!
Beast! Caliban! Beast! Beast! And Caliban SURGES forward, catching the Beast… SPINEBUSTER! Bruce Richards rolls to the ropes, and grabs at them, grimacing
with pain, and trying to regain his footing, but Caliban rushes him for the Cactus Clothesline! Again, though, The Beast has him scouted and ducks aside!
Caliban catches himself on the ropes… and suddenly the Beast is scooping him up over his shoulders… and Caliban somehow rolls through, landing on his
feet! He catches The Beast by the back of the neck! Bruce squirms aside, throwing an elbow at the monster that staggers him! The Beast, now, ducks down
to get Caliban set back up for the Chart Attack, but Caliban steps back, reaches over and grabs him by the back of the neck again, then ROUGHLY swings
Bruce around, planting him face first into the top turnbuckle! Richards is seeing stars but Caliban doesn’t let go of his neck, instead hauling him up
for…

HEART OF DARKNESS! The REBEL Fans EXPLODE! This has to be it!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… CALIBANNNNN!

“The Wretched” plays as Caliban rolls out of the ring. He and Miranda, who is helping a pained looking Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, retreat to the back to a mix
of boos and applause from the REBEL fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD! What a BRUTAL, INTENSE match-up! Both men took each other to the LIMIT! Bruce “the Beast” Richards actually matched the dominant Caliban
physically in the ring… but came up just a little short in the end! I can’t help but think that had Stylin’ Kyle Roberts not gotten involved, that The
Beast may have walked out of here a winner tonight… but we may never know. What we DO know, however, is that The Beast proved tonight that Caliban is
NOT unbeatable!

In the ring, Bruce “the Beast” Richards slowly rises, using the ropes for support. Suddenly Warren is there, helping him to his feet. The Beast glares at
the young man for a second, then smirks and extends a hand. Warren smiles and shakes it, then raises The Beast’s arm! The REBEL Fans cheer, then…

“Thank you, Richards!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap! “Thank you, Richards!” Clap, clap, clap clap clap!

As Richards is waving to the fans, Caliban slips into the ring and attacks a distracted “Beast!” Richards is taken to the mat with a flurry of kicks and
punches and suddenly WARREN of all people shoves him away! The crowd explodes at Warrens guts but the poor boy looks ready to wet himself. Caliban swings
and Warren ducks underthe fist! The monster spins around and Warren jabs a thumb to the eye! Warren hooks the head of Caliban and goes for a sliced bread
#2! However the monster Caliban simply throws him off and Warren sails down to the floor and hard against the ring barrier! Caliban takes a look at the
crumpled Warren down below him and turns just in time to get clotheslined over the top rope by Bruce Richards! The monster lands with a heavy thud and
the crowd again explodes for “the Beast!”

ROB MARTINEZ: He may not be from REBEL, but he just showed the fans that he’s more than capable of handling himself in this violent promotion! What a show!
What a match! And we still have the main event left to go!

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CULTURE CLASH
05/08/2007
The Reformation of The Crimes

Rex picks up the ladder and drives it into the leg of Brian Bruno! Another shot to the leg and Bruno is clutching his leg in agony. Caliber drops the ladder
to the mat and grabs the injured leg of Bruno. Caliber drops the ladder to the mat and pulls Bruno up to his feet. Caliber again hooks him for a suplex
but Bruno blocks it! Bruno rakes the eyes of Caliber and then starts to bite the bloody gash on the champions head! Bruno whips the champ into the ropes
and hits a Arn Anderson style spinebuster onto the ladder! Rex rolls across the ring hold his back in pain as Bruno grins maliciously. Bruno picks up the
ladder and props it up against the ring post before going over and pulling Caliber off of the mat. Bruno Irish whips Caliber into the corner and the ladder
and the champion staggers out of the corner…And right into a Sack Exchange from Bruno! He goes in for the cover , one, two, thr..NO!! The champ kicks
out! Bruno looks shocked that Caliber kicked out and pulls a bloody champ to his feet. Bruno shoots Rex into the ropes and AGAIN hits the Sack Exchange!
ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! It has to be over!

Bruno goes for a cover! One, Two…The referee gets pulled out of the ring! All eyes turn to the man who pulled the referee out of the ring, it’s Mr. Canada!
Bruno rolls out of the ring and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Bruno grabs the referee and throws him back into the ring before rolling in himself!
ROB MARTINEZ: Damn this Mr. Canada crap! Bruno needs to get the pin before anything or anyone else can stick their nose in this match!

Inside the ring Rex is starting to get to his feet and Bruno drops him with a sitout side powerslam! Again he goes for a cover! One, Two, This time it’s
Bruno who is pulled out of the ring! But not by Mr. Canada, but by The Man In Black! Bruno looks momentarily confused as he looks at both Mr. Canada AND
a Man In Black and then the fight is on! Bruno is throwing wild rights and lefts but is brought down by the duo of masked men!

Lights out.

Several flashbulbs pop through the Arena as the darkness seems to last forever.

Lights up.

The crowd EXPLODES as the NAPW Champion Ravager is standing in the ring behind Rex Caliber! Rex looks at Ravager and then sees the melee on the outside.
Ravager and Rex share a smile and both men head for the save! Ravager starts to climb out of the ring when….Rex Caliber hits the NAPW Champion with a
low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the frickin’ Hell?

Rex starts to kick away at Ravager as the fans rain down boos onto the REBEL Champion! The MIB and Mr. Canada throw Bruno into the ring and climb in after
him. A bloodied Caliber grabs Bruno and nails his Planetary Collision! Caliber yells for the referee to count as the MIB and Mr. Canada pummel Ravager.
Reluctantly the referee counts…One, two, three!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber retains the title! But it looks like our champion has sold his soul to keep that belt!

Mr. Canada handcuffs Bruno to the near turnbuckle and joins in on the beat down on Ravager.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and still REBEL Heavyweight Champion…REX Caliber!!

Boos fill the Arena as Rex raises his arms in tainted victory. From nowhere Ravager jabs a thumb into the eyes of the Man In Black! Ravager is back on his
feet and drops Mr. Canada with a clothesline! Rex begs off as Ravager looks ready to kill someone. The Man In Black stumbles into the path of Ravager and
the NAPW Champion reaches out and yanks off the mask!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit! Lloyd Rees?

It is indeed “LDK” Lloyd Rees! The fans are stunned, Ravager however simply grabs his longtime foe and hurls him out of the ring. Mr. Canada looks at Rex
and then pulls off his own mask!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God…It’s David Banks! Rex Caliber has aligned himself with the NAPW Tag Champs!

Banks rushes Ravager and the “white collar assassin” side steps him and sends him hurling over the top rope! Now it’s only Rex and Ravager and the REBEL
champion looks less than thrilled. Ravager advances on Rex when…

“WE’RE SCRAPPPED VALENTINES, WE’RE TANGERINE RINDS WE’RE CRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMESCRIMES” hits the sound system!

ROB MARTINEZ: You’ve got to be kidding me!

But it’s true, from behind the curtain we see…Static emerge to the utter shock of everyone in the REBEL Arena! It’s the distraction that Caliber needs
as he attacks Ravager and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Banks and Rees re-enter the ring and help Rex attack both Ravager and the handcuffed
Brian Bruno!

ROB MARTINEZ: What are we seeing here? Is this some kind of Crimes reunion? How do Banks and Rees fit into this?

Static enters the ring and he hands a microphone to a bloodied Rex Caliber.

REX: RAVAGER… Get the Hell off our Lawn show… You remember it?

Static smirks as Ravager is being held by Rees.

REX: Let me refresh your fucking memory. You handcuffed me… you blasted me… and CAUSED A FUCKING RIOT.

Rex leans in close to Ravager.

REX: Revenge was needed. It ate away at me, that I let you… YOU PIECE OF SHIT… YOU DO THAT TO ME… And I never got even. Eventually things were just
right. I owned NAPW. I became your boss, but was fair. I waited, I planned and now? You will pay for your Crime! NAPW will pay for their Crimes! That piece
of trash over there…

Rex points to Bruno.

REX: They’ll all pay. Say Hello to the new Crimes bitch!

Rex kicks Ravager in the face and backs off. Static has retrieved the REBEL Heavyweight Title and handed it to Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is sickening! All these weeks Rex Caliber has been playing the fans and the boys in the back for fools! It looks like REBEL has a new
stable…A Stable called the Crimes!

We end on the image of Rex Caliber, Static Lloyd Rees and David Banks leaving the ring. Security is having to keep the fans from attacking the new stable
and inside the ring? We see Ravager and Brian Bruno exchange a look. Rex Caliber started a war…Now Ravager and Bruno look to finish it. By any means
necessary.

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NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW I
05/15/2007
Hair vs Mask for the REBEL Tag Team Titles: Dio and James vs (C) The Foundation

JACK JONES: And that Rob is why you never… ever… under any circumstances park in my space!

ROB MARTINEZ: Did you really kidnap a woman’s cat?

BILL HEWSON: Not only that.. he put the picture of it, tied up, on his Christmas cards. It is May 15th, Edmonton Alberta from The Polish Hall and it is
the first-ever NAPW/REBEL Pro supershow! I’m Bill Hewson along with Jack “Attack” Jones and joining us for the evening is the Voice of REBEL, Rob Martinez!
Let’s go to the first match…

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is one fall to a finish and is under REBEL rules. It is the Hair versus Mask match, AND IS FOR THE REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
Jimmy Johnson is standing in the ring. Then it’s Gangstarr baby! “Battle” begins playing as Dio Muerte and Jeff James, enter the Polish Hall to an eruption
of cheers. Jeff looks to the left, then looks to the right. He feels the electricity in the air. Dio lightly taps his palm with his bat, and they walk
toward the ring. Referee They enter the ring, as the lovely Jenny Jersey introduces them.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the challengers. They weigh in at a combined four hundred thirty three pounds. This is the team of DIO MUERTE, AND THE RETURNING…
JEFF JAMES!

“The New Foundation” by AkForty takes over the Polish Hall air waves. We look to the curtain and out walks Mr. B, then Thomas Young. He has his half of
the Tag belts around his waist. He has a mic in his hand.

THOMAS YOUNG: Now… cut our music. Boys… I feel kind of embarrassed but Darko hasn’t made it yet. He is running a tad late.

ROB MARTINEZ: I saw him backstage before the show? What the hell is this?

Dio and Jeff look straight up the aisle way. They shake their heads.

THOMAS YOUNG: I just need a few minutes.. and I PROMISE HE WILL BE HERE!

JACK JONES: Can these people be any more disrespectful! I’m concerned for the Prince.

BILL HEWSON: See what I put up with!

The crowd boos, and starts a BULLSHIT chant. Thomas looks at them and flips them off. Then a buzz goes through the crowd.

THOMAS YOUNG: Let me go back and check.

As he says that, Prince Darko jumps the railing after setting a trash can full of weapons down near ringside. He picks it up and throws it in the ring,
hitting Dio in the back. Dio is on one knee and in runs Thomas Young. Jeff James meets him, and Darko gets in the ring, taking advantage of Dio. The bell
sounds! This match is underway.

BILL HEWSON: A total set up by the sneaky Foundation. If it’s underhanded…they have done it!

Jeff James lays some fists all over Thomas. The brothers are exchanging blow after blow. Darko tries a suplex but is blocked. Dio gets Darko up for a BRAINBUSTER!
Jeff picks up a golf club that came from Darko’s metal trash can. He swings at Thomas who grabs the club. Jeff uses it to pull Young closer in and MASSIVE
CLOTHESLINE. Young to the outside. Jeff James on the top rope, and cross-body block on Young. James is up and pumped. Darko is dazed, and getting to his
feet. Dio has his bat in hand. Dio with a Barry Bonds swing at the head of Darko. Darko manages to get his arm to block?! HIS ARM HAS TO BE STINGING! Darko
is on the ground, writhing in pain. Jeff James on the outside, Thomas gets up only to get… CRASH LANDING! The leg sweep, Standing Moonsault, double knee
drop combo move that has the crowd chanting Jeff’s name. Dio lets Darko get up, and goes for a shuffle sidekick. Darko moves out of the way, then hits
a RUNNING DDT! The cover doesn’t even get a one count. Darko mounts Dio, and tries to get some elbows in. Dio, blocks them and grabs his right arm, and
flips his legs up around Darko’s head. Does he have it? A TRIANGLE CHOKE FROM DIO! Darko is near tapping from the UFC style move. They are near the ropes,
and Mr. B elbows Dio’s head. He breaks the hold as the crowd boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some MMA by Dio? Like he wasn’t dangerous enough with a bat.. he is adding in submission moves!

BILL HEWSON: Dio was a very promising star here.. REBEL is lucky to have him.

JACK JONES: Lucky? I got some more crappy wrestlers to send there way.. hopefully we can get the Foundation back in return!

Jeff James picks up Thomas Young on the outside and throws him into the guardrail. In the ring Darko is recovering, and Dio is up… AND PISSED! He grabs
a… computer keyboard? When did Darko become a New Jack mark? Darko eats a keyboard off his head, and KEYS FLY EVERYWHERE! Darko is stunned. Jeff James
is down from a low blow by Thomas Young. Young with a quick running boot at James knocking him down. In the ring Darko is primed for… THE DEMORTALIZER!!
ROB MARTINEZ: This match is OVER!

Young on the top rope. Dio with the cover. One, Two… LEG DROP ON THE BACK OF DIO’S HEAD! Young just saved his tag belts.

JACK JONES: This may be garbage wrestling.. but I gotta cheer for my pals the Foundation!

Darko is OUT COLD! James is on the ring apron.. He catapults himself off the ropes and BLOCKBUSTER ON THOMAS YOUNG! He..never…saw…it…coming! Cover…
ONE, TWO.. Darko with the save. How close was that? James takes Darko by his fro and SIDE EFFECT ON DARKO! ONE, TWO, DAMN THAT THOMAS YOUNG! He pushes
Jeff off at the last split second! Young busts Jeff in the head with a BEER BOTTLE? Jeff is busted open! Dio is behind Young, he spins him around… boot
to the midsection of Young… SIT OUT POWERBOMB! Mr. B on the ring apron and Dio is distracted.

BILL HEWSON: Damn that Mr. B.

Dio goes over to him… AND DARKO FROM BEHIND! Dio turns around to THE COMPLETE SHOT! Cover but a foot on the rope. Jeff James is up… He dabs his head..
He sees BLOOD? HE GOES BAT-SHIT CRAZY! JUMPING SUPER KICK ON PRINCE DARKO. Young gets up and EATS A LOU THESZ PRESS WITH SOME STIFF RIGHT HANDS. Then Jeff
lands a vicious elbow on the eye brow of his brother. Blood begins to stream from the eye.

James sees Darko getting up and picks up a FRYING PAN? WHAM! DARKO IS WEARING ANOTHER TYPE MASK! A CRIMSON ONE! Jeff James goes after Young who is back
outside. Dio crawls over to the downed Darko, and tries to take his mask off. He is ripping at it. The crowd is absolutely loving this war. Dio sees a
rope in the middle of the pile of weapons. It’s already has a noose made. He wraps it around the neck of Darko. He gets Darko up, and THROWS HIM OVER THE
TOP ROPE… AND STILL HAS A GOOD AMOUNT OF THE ROPE! PRINCE DARKO IS BEING HUNG IN EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA! Blood pouring from his head, seeping underneath
his mask… he is choking badly. Mr. B enters the ring with a steel chair. WHAM.. Dio takes the shot.. BUT DOESN’T RELEASE THE ROPE? WHAAAMM! TWO BIG SHOTS,
AND DARKO DROPS TO THE FLOOR.

Jeff James bulldogs Thomas Young to the floor. He grabs a chair from the crowd. He throws it to Thomas who catches that… AND A VAN DAMNINATOR! The already
bloody Young is knocked down. Mr. B from behind with a chair shot on Jeff James. Another one to the front of the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: His blood is on the chair, and this looks like a car accident. Bloody bodies everywhere.

Darko is trying to recover. He reaches under the ring and grabs a satchel. He tosses it to Mr. B?

BILL HEWSON: What the hell is in it?

JACK JONES: HANDCUFFS!

Darko and Mr. B handcuff Jeff James’ hands behind his back. Dio is in the ring, and is up.. bat in hand. Darko rams James into the guardrail. Young is coming
too… he sees his own flesh and blood, his brother… handcuffed.. and the SICK BASTARD SMILES! Young enters the ring cautiously, as does Darko. Both
men have lost a lot of blood. Dio has his bat still. Young charges and takes the bat to the stomach. He does a front flip over from the impact. Darko ducks
a shot at him, and sweeps Dio down. Darko tries to drop the elbow but Dio moves. Dio is up and picks up a steel chain. He knocks the hell out of Darko,
with chain in his right hand. Young however is back to his feet… and Dio’s luck just ran out. YOUNG CUTTER! No pin? NO PIN! Young smiles, sadistically.
He sees his brother rolling into the ring. He laughs. Jeff runs at him..

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD.. DROP KICK FROM THE CUFFED JEFF JAMES. THEY CAN WIN THIS!

Jeff struggles to get up, but finally does. Darko is staggering up… ENZIGURI ON DARKO. James maneuvers for a cover… ONE? TWO? DARKO KICKS OUT! Young
is behind him and swinging neck breaker. Young is slow, due to the blood loss. He places James’ head inside the metal trash can, that Darko brought the
weapons in with. Darko gets on the top rope. Young makes sure that James can’t get out. DARKO DOUBLE STOMPS THE TRASH CAN! JAMES IS CRUSHED INSIDE!

JACK JONES: That was a modified “Goodnight” from the Foundation.

Young turns to Dio. Dio is crawling toward the bat. Young steps on it. Darko comes and applies the ZUMUNDA CLUTCH! Young slaps the face of Dio. He spits
on to the mask. Darko lets the move go. Darko begins to tear at the eye holes of the ski mask. Young grabs the bat. He gets Dio into a camel clutch position.
He places the bat under chin, and yanks back. THIS IS SICK! Darko of the ropes with a double mule kick to the face of Dio. Young keeps the choke on. Jimmy
Johnson checks and Dio is out. He calls for the bell. James has crawled out the trash can. This match is over… but the Foundation aren’t done. Thomas
stomps his brother. Darko is smiling under his mask… YOU JUST KNOW IT! Darko does the scissor sign with his fingers. Mr. B goes to his satchel, and out
comes some barber scissors. He brings them into the ring. Darko yells out “Bout time for a hair cut mother fucker!” THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH BOOS. Fans
are trying to jump the railing. Security is working double time.. calming the fans down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Didn’t y’all have a riot up here before?

BILL HEWSON: Yeah… and nine months later, look what it caused last week in REBEL.

The crowd is furious. Slap to the downed James’ face from Young. James kicks at Young. Darko has the scissors and Young gets Jeff to his feet and bear hugs
him from behind. Darko gets close to James. He dabs some of James’ blood on his fingers and starts to write something on Jeff’s exposed chest.

B…I…T…C…H!

Darko rubs the scissors against the face of Jeff. He cusses him and slaps him. James spits at Darko. Darko grabs a big lock of hair. He snips… but doesn’t
cut yet. He grabs it again and… THE CROWD EXPLODES IN CHEERS! JAMES WITH A KICK TO THE BALLS OF DARKO. Thomas is trying to hold Jeff… and Darko bitch
slaps the hell out of James’. The camera shows Young’s eyes widen. He is trying to speak… THE CROWD ROARS…. WHY?

CAUSE DIO IS UP… BAT IN HAND… DARKO GOES TO CUT… AND HIS HAND IS NAILED WITH THE BAT. HE DROPS THE SHEARS… TURNS AROUND AND IS SMACKED IN THE HEAD
WITH THE BAT. YOUNG LETS JEFF GO. HE RUNS AT DIO, EATS A BAT. MR. B TRIES TO GRAB JEFF… HEAD-BUTT TO THE NOSE OF MR. B. DIO GETS THE KEYS OUT OF THE
SATCHEL!

JEFF JAMES IS A FREE MAN! He grabs a steel chair. Darko eats a chair shot. Young and the chair unite for a clash of wills. THE CHAIR IS DENTED. Dio chokes
Darko with the bat. Darko isn’t defending himself. Mr. B is up.. and WHAMMMM! JEFF JAMES NAILS HIM. Dio gets a chair… Young is stood up. James takes
a side. Dio is on the other. Young in the middle.

BILL HEWSON: CON-CHAIR-TO!

Young falls to bloody heap. Dio goes and gets a table from under the ring. Jeff James on the top rope. Dio places Darko on the table.

ROB MARTINEZ: SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!

Dio looks through Mr. B’s satchel…and finds a zippo and lighter fluid!

BILL HEWSON: The Foundation was prepared for some things, and now they are going to BURN for it!

THE CROWD EXPLODES! FIRE…FIRE…FIRE!

Jeff slides in a table. Dio grabs Young. Jeff sets up the table. Jeff lights it on FIIIIRRREEE! DIO MUERTE WITH A POWERBOMB ON THOMAS YOUNG THROUGH A FLAMING
TABLE! John Sharplin runs out with a fire extinguisher. He puts the table/Young out.

BILL HEWSON: UN (BLEEP)ING BELIEVABLE!

JACK JONES: You can’t be dropping F Bombs!

Dio and Jeff James raise their hand in a moral victory, and the crowd eats it up! Dio chants… James chants. The Foundation may still be the champions,
but they have been left laying in the ring. They may have retained the titles, but it seems that Dio Muerte and Jeff James have won the war!

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NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW I
05/15/2007
REBEL Heavyweight Championship: “The Sparx” Chris Corstenoca vs (C) Rex Caliber

JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!

“Supernova Goes Pop” by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers and the Canadian crowd gives a good pop for the man that emerges from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Batavia, New York and weighed in tonight at 215 pounds…Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca!!!

The number one contender for the title makes his way to the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of fans along ringside. He climbs into the ring, hits
a corner and gets another great reaction from the crowd.

“Here Comes The Champ!” by Jadakiss replaces Powerman and the cheers turn into a loud chorus of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from North Carolina and weighs in tonight at 245 pounds….The NAPW Owner AND the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…Rex
Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back to intense heat from the crowd. Maybe it’s because of his recent actions in REBEL or the fact that his manager Static is
toting the American Flag with him. The duo, complete with half a dozen of Rex Caliber Fan Club members head to the ring while “The Sparx” looks on.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it, our main event is only seconds from happening and I cannot wait! Rex Caliber has turned his back on everyone if his fans and made
a mockery of the REBEL Heavyweight Title. Meanwhile what a Cinderella story it would be if “The Sparx” won the belt in only his second match with the company?
Caliber is now inside the ring and instead of handing the Heavyweight Title to the referee he passes it off to Static who is standing ringside. Static holds
the belt high above his head and hurls insults at the fans along ringside. The referee asks if both men are ready to go, gets a definite “yes” in return
from both competitors and calls for the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: Here we go! The biggest match in REBEL history is now underway!

The pair go to lock up but Rex drives a boot into the gut of Chris that stops him in his tracks. A pair of stiff right hands back “The Sparx” up against
the ropes where he’s Irished whipped off by Caliber. Chris ducks a Caliber clothesline and rebounds off the opposite ropes with a leaping forearm shot
to the head of the champ! Rex scrambles to his feet and takes a deep armdrag from Chris that sends him back to the mat. Caliber again quickly gets to his
feet and takes a picture perfect dropkick from Corstenoca that sends him over the tope rope and down to the floor below! A pair of members from Calibers
fan club rush over and check on their hero as “The Sparx” looks at the crowd and smirks. As the fan club members help Rex to his feet, Corstenoca hits
the trio with a rolling helo over the tope rope! All four men are laid out but the crowd is on their feet after the amazing high risk move. Corstenoca
pulls himself up, grabs Caliber and rolls him back into the ring before climbing in after him. Inside, “The Sparx” covers Caliber for the pin but gets
just a count of one.

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is trying to end this early and to be honest I don’t blame him. Rex has a huge advantage when it comes to big match environment
while this is Corstenoca’s first shot at a top title in this industry.

Corstenoca has pulled Rex to his feet and peppers him with several lightning quick left forearm shots to the head. One scoop slam later and the REBEL Champion
is laying flat on his back in the center of the ring. Corstenoca goes to the near turnbuckle, scales to the top and takes flight! Rex moves at the last
possible second as Corstenoca crashes and burns with his elbow drop attempt! Rex gets to his feet and hits the near ropes nailing a rising “Sparx” with
a Yakuza kick to the side of the head. Rex again comes off the ropes this time hitting a jumping knee drop across the chest of Corstenoca. Instead of going
for a pin, Caliber grinds his forearm across the face of the challenger. Corstenoca shoves him off and tries to get to his feet only to have a knee driven
into his ribs by Caliber. Rex hooks Corstenoca and takes him over with a T Bone suplex! Chris uses the ring ropes to tries and pull himself up but takes
a running knee from Caliber that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor. Caliber rolls to the outside and pulls a dazed Corstenoca to his feet.
With Static cheering him on, Rex takes Corstenoca up and over with a snap suplex onto the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is in trouble as long as he lets Caliber dictate the pace of this match.

Rex drags “The Sparx” off the floor and shots him shoulder first into the ringpost. Corstenoca staggers away from the post and gets dropped by a clothesline
from Caliber! Static rushes over and holds the REBEL title in the face of Chris. Chris tries to push him away but Caliber lays into him with several kicks.
Static hands the belt off to a fan club member and joins his partner in what looks like a street mugging. The duo pull Corstenoca to his feet and Static
holds him as Rex grabs a chair from ringside. Rex swings for the fences but Corstenoca ducks down and it’s Static that gets clobbered by the chair! Static
spins and drops to all fours from the force of the blow. Rex looks down at his manager and Corstenoca hits a dropkick to the back of Caliber that sends
him sprawling on top of his former tag team partner! The crowd erupt in laughs as the camera shows that Caliber has landed on Static to make it look like
they are…Well think “Brokeback Mountain.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Chris reaches down and pulls Caliber off of his partner but takes
a back elbow to the face. Rex spins around and with chair still in hand slams it across the head of Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! That shot could be heard all the way in the cheap seats of the arena!

Chris is slumped against the ring barrier and we see a trickle of blood running down his forehead. He barely has time to get a hand up before Caliber cracks
him again with the now dented chair. Caliber tosses the chair away, grabs hold of a dazed Corstenoca and rolls him into the ring. Static is also back to
his feet and he passes something off to Caliber before the champ rolls into the ring. Corstenoca has gotten to his feet and turns just as Caliber jabs
something into his forehead that drops him like a fallen tree! The camera zooms in on what Caliber is holding and we see that it’s a damn screwdriver!
Caliber quickly mounts Corstenoca and starts to dig the tip of the screwdriver into the open wound of “The Sparx.” Corstenoca is able to shove Caliber
off and he scrambles to get back to his feet. Rex sticks the screwdriver into his boot and drives his knee into the back of the now bloody challenger.
Caliber whips Corstenoca into the ropes and nails him with a Samoan drop! He quickly goes for a cover but the young challenger kicks out at two!

ROB MARTINEZ: Corstenoca is still in this! But the question is how much more punishment can he take?

Rex is all smiles as he pulls Corstenoca back to his feet. Rex shoots him into the near turnbuckle and follows him in with a clothesline. “The Sparx” gets
a boot up into the face of the charging Rex Caliber! Corstenoca quickly pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and hits a leaping tornado DDT! Chris
is a bloody mess but he rolls over and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber. The Champ kicks out at two! Both men struggle up to their feet and Corstenoca
hooks the champ from behind and hits his Face Bomb! Instead of going for a pin, Corstenoca rolls to the outside and throws back the ring skirt. Chris pulls
out a trash can that’s filled with all kinds of plunder and it gets a big pop from the crowd! Chris shoves the trash can inside the ring and pulls himself
up onto the ring apron. Rex is getting to his feet just as Corstenoca springboards off the top rope and hits a seated plancha on the Champion! Corstenoca
hooks a leg but Caliber kicks out at two. Corstenoca quickly goes to the trash can, upturns it and a pile of goodies fall out to the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: It wouldn’t be REBEL without a trash can or lethal weapons!

Rex is getting back to his feet and Corstenoca hurls the trash can at him and it bounces off the bald head Caliber. Caliber drops onto his ass and is Corstenoca
nails him in the face with a basement dropkick! Corstenoca wipes blood from his eyes and walks over to the plunder laying on the mat. He picks up a pizza
cutter and walks over to Caliber who is trying to get to his feet. “The Sparx” comes up from behind Caliber and starts to run the pizza cutter back and
forth across the forehead of the REBEL Champion! Rex is howling in pain and flailing his arms trying to break free from Corstenoca. Chris shoves Rex to
the mat and returns to the plunder. He drops the pizza cutter and picks up a staple gun as the crowd pops big time! The camera catches Caliber resting
on his knees and we see that the pizza cutter has sliced him open horribly. Corstenoca approaches Caliber with the staple gun but takes a low blow that
drops him! Rex grabs the dropped staple gun and pops one into the forehead of Corstenoca!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are willing to go to any length to win this match! I can only wonder if they’ll even be able to stand once this thing is
over.

A bloodied Rex puts another staple into the head of Corstenoca and drops the staple gun onto the mat before rolling to the outside. Static has recovered
from the earlier chair shot and is dragging something out from under the ring. Caliber lends a hand and they produce a huge board with reams of barbed
wire on it! They slide the board into the ring and Caliber climbs in after it. Corstenoca is getting to his feet and takes a hangmans neckbreaker from
Caliber that puts him back onto the mat. Caliber returns to his board of barbed wire and props it up against a corner. Corstenoca is pulled to his feet
and Caliber shoots him into the corner with the board. It’s reversed and it looks like Caliber is going to go into the barbed wire! Reversed again and
it’s Corstenoca who hits the barbed wire board back first! The crowd groans as they see Chris try to pull his flesh free of the barbed wire. Meanwhile
Rex has found the stash of goodies that Corstenoca has brought into the ring and grabs an item to his liking. It’s a large black bag and Caliber unties
it, turns it over and pours out thousands of thumbtacks!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is getting a little to out of hand, even for a REBEL match!

Caliber spreads the tacks around the mat with his boot and tosses the empty bag out into the crowd. Corstenoca has freed himself from the barbed wire board
and walks straight into a kick to the gut from the champ! Caliber pulls him into position for him Planetary Collision and the crowd holds it’s breath.
Corstenoca reverses the move into a backdrop and Caliber lands in the sea of tacks! The crowd both cheer and groan as the camera zooms in on the thumbtack
covered back of Rex Caliber! Sparx Star Press! One! Two! Thr..NO!! Caliber kicks out somehow! Corstenoca pulls a bloodied and tack covered Rex to his feet
and nails the Novocain! One! Two! Again Rex kicks out at three! Corstenoca looks frustrated as he rolls to the outside. Chris once more goes under the
ring and pulls out everyones favorite toy. A table! Chris slides in the table, climbs in after it and sets the table up in the center of the ring. Rex
is now to his feet and takes a sharp right hand to the head. Corstenoca hoists up Caliber and places him on the top turnbuckle. Corstenoca starts to climb
up after Rex and the crowd is standing.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my God. I think he’ going for it all right here, it looks like he wants to hit his Kronick Krunch through the table he just set up!

Indeed that is what Corstenoca is going to attempt. However he forgot about one thing, something that Caliber is all to happy to remind him off. Rex slips
the screwdriver out of his boot and jabs it into the head of Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca! The challenger drops down to the mat and Caliber eases himself
down to the second turnbuckle. Caliber tosses the screwdriver away, grabs the head of Corstenoca and pulls it between his legs. With a great effort Caliber
hoists Corstenoca up for what looks to be a powerbomb off the second rope…

But No!

Caliber is able to get Corstenoca up for his Planetary Collision and comes off the second turnbuckle with it! They smash through the table and the crowd
gives them a loud and happy “Holy Shit!” both men lay in the wreckage for what seems like an eternity before Caliber is able to roll Corstenoca over for
the pin attempt. One! Two! Three! It’s over!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! REBEL just showed that we’re not about to play second fiddle to anyone, including NAPW!

Static is in the ring and pulls the Champ out of the smashed table.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion…REX CALIBER!!!!

Static and a handful of members from the Caliber fan club pull the champ out of the ring. Static drapes the belt over the shoulder of a nearly unconscious
Champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: He might have lost here tonight but Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca just took a major leap in his career! From now on REBEL better be on notice…Because
“The Sparx” is legit!

Speaking of “The Sparx” He’s trying to get to his feet and the crowd gives him a huge ovation for his efforts. He smiles through a blood covered face and
is able to get up to a vertical base. Now the entire crowd is giving him a standing ovation and it’s easy to tell that tonight could be the highlight of
this young mans career.

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American Anarchy
06/05/2007
REBEL Heavyweight Championship: Kyle Roberts vs (C) Rex Caliber

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your main event of the evening and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers and the crowd reaction is decidedly mixed.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, accompanied by his legal counsel Ryan Kingston, He hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and weighed in tonight at
257 pounds…Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts and Kingston make their way to the ring with a smug look plastered on their faces. They climb into the ring and Roberts leans against the ring ropes.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent….

Before she can continue, Kingston snatches the microphone out of her hand and the mixed reaction turns to a straight up boo-fest.

RYAN KINGSTON: Ladies and gentlemen as you know I represent the current number one contender to the REBEL Heavyweight Championship, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!
For too long we’ve sat back and watched as Rex Caliber has made a mockery of this prestigious championship. With his little entourage he’s managed to hold
onto that title for far to long.

The “boring” chants have started from the crowd. Not that the lawyer seems to notice. Or care.

RYAN KINGSTON: But no more! This very morning I met with the legal representatives of REBEL Pro Wrestling and we both agreed that tonight…Rex Caliber
will not be allowed to have members from his fan club nor will he be allowed to have his manager Static at ringside with him! Tonight Rex Caliber will
defend the REBEL heavyweight Title…On his own! Furthermore if anyone from the Crimes attempts to help out Mr. Caliber…He will forfeit the championship
to Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

The “boring” chants stop immediately and suddenly the fans love Ryan Kingston.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh Momma! Rex won’t be happy with hearing that!

Kingston hands the mic back to a befuddled Jenny Jersey and high fives his client Stylin’ Kyle.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from right here in North Carolina and is the REBEL Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in tonight at 245 pounds…”The
One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

“Here Comes The Champ” by Jadakiss blasts through the speakers and Rex Caliber and Static emerge from the back to a huge chorus of boos. Caliber and Static
exchange a look and the manager of the crimes turns and heads back through the curtain. Caliber unsnaps the title belt from around his waist and drapes
it over his shoulder as he heads for the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match has a lot of history behind it. Back in the day Rex Caliber and Static traded the NAPW Tag Titles with The New & Improved DX, a
team that Stylin’ Kyle was a member of. Then back on our very first show back in April, Caliber beat Roberts to advance in a tournament that eventually
saw him crowned the REBEL Heavyweight Champion.

Caliber is in the ring and hands over his championship belt to the referee who in turns displays it for the crowd. Caliber and Kyle Roberts never take their
eyes off of each other as the referee passes the title belt off to Jenny Jersey and calls for the bell. The two men slowly circle each other as the fans
are split between Kyle Roberts and Caliber. The tie up in the center of the ring, side head lock by Roberts, Caliber backs him into the ropes and shoots
him off. A shoulder block from Caliber drops Roberts to the mat. Caliber goes for a quick cover but gets only a count of one. Both men are back to their
feet and Roberts again slaps on a side headlock on the champ. A pair of forearm shots to the ribs causes a break but Roberts grabs the head of Caliber
and snapmares him to the mat. Roberts locks in a rear chinlock and Caliber fights to get out of it. Caliber manages to get to his feet and the rear chinlock
is switched to another side headlock from the challenger. Caliber hooks Roberts and takes him up and over with a belly to back suplex that breaks the hold!
Rex quickly pulls Roberts off of the mat and tries for an Irish whip into the ropes. It’s reversed and Stylin’ Kyle hits a picture perfect dropkick to
the face of the champ! Caliber rolls out of the ring as Roberts stands his ground.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber is buying some time, trying to bait Kyle to come to the outside but it looks like he’s not going to bite.

Indeed he’s not. Roberts stands in the ring watching as Caliber slowly slides back in under the bottom rope. Again the duo tie up and Roberts takes Caliber
to the mat with an armdrag. Caliber is back quickly to his feet and takes a chop across the chest that gets a respectable “Woooooooooo” from the crowd.
Another chop has Caliber back peddling. Before Roberts can go for a trifecta he takes a knee to the mid section from Caliber that stops him cold. Caliber
hoists up Roberts and plants him with an inverted atomic drop and quickly follows it up with a running Mafia kick off the ropes that puts Kyle down onto
the mat. Again Caliber comes off the ropes and drops a knee across the skull of the Stylin’ one. Roberts rolls into a corner to try to get his bearings
only to have Rex place the sole of his wrestling boot square in his face. Caliber starts to face wash Roberts whose now trapped in the corner! Caliber
hits the far ropes and nails Roberts with a running boot to the face! Rex drags Kyle out of the corner and goes for a cover only to have Roberts kick out
at one. Rex pulls Kyle to his feet, hooks him and folds him up with a arm and head T Bone suplex. Instead of going for a pin, Rex rolls to the outside
in search of plunder.

ROB MARTINEZ: If Roberts can recover and keep this a technical encounter we’ll have a new champion, however once Caliber is on a roll he’s almost impossible
to stop.

On the outside Rex has pulled out a table from under the ring to a monstrous pop from the crowd. He slides the table into the ring and follows in after
it. Rex turns his back to Kyle and reaches down to prop up the table. Roberts must have been playing possum as he’s quickly to his feet and rushes Caliber!
Polar-Izer onto the table! Rex rolls onto his back holding his face as Kyle goes to the turnbuckle. Roberts takes to the air and nails a top rope elbow
drop onto Calibers chest! Another cover gets a two count from the referee but Kyle is looking confident as he pulls Rex back to his feet. A snap suplex
onto the table! Rex is now clutching at his back as Kyle reaches down and pulls the folded up table out from under the champ. Roberts takes the table and
props it up just as Caliber struggles up to his feet. Kyle grabs Rex, slams his head onto the table and rolls him on top of the wobbly structure. The crowd
comes to their feet as they watch Roberts again scale to the tope rope. Rex however spots his foe and rolls off of the table and out of the ring bringing
a thunderstorm of boos from the crowd. Kyle doesn’t seem bothered however as he takes flight anyway and hits Caliber on the floor with a double ax handle
to the back of the neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: Both of these men are unleashing all kinds of Hell on each other. You have to wonder though, what toll will this match take on these men?
On the outside Roberts whips Caliber back first into the ring barricade. Kyle pulls the champ off of the barricade and hoists him up ramming him back first
into the ringpost! Kingston is yelling something to Roberts and the #1 contender quickly pulls Caliber off of the floor and rolls him into the ring. Kyle
climbs in after the champ, shoves the table off to the side and pulls Caliber to his feet. A delayed vertical suplex from Roberts rattles the champ! Without
missing a beat Kyle is back up and comes off the ropes with a second rope moonsault! A cover and another kick out at two! Kyle is starting to look frustrated
now as he pulls Caliber to his feet only to send him sailing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Caliber hits the far corner hard and Roberts charges in
behind him only to get a face full of boot! Caliber explodes out of the corner and plants Roberts with a running STO! The champ can’t make any cover though
as he continues to favor his back. Roberts gets to his feet first and helps Caliber to a vertical base. A chop from Roberts sends sweat flying off the
chest of Caliber. A forearm shot to the head from the champ! Another chop from Kyle! Another forearm shot! A poke to the eyes from Roberts stops Caliber
dead in his tracks! A boot to the gut doubles over the champ and it’s followed up by a swinging neckbreaker! A cover and another two count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber can’t seem to get on track yet and it’s costing him! Roberts is clubbing him like a baby seal!

Rex has rolled to the outside and Roberts is hot on his heels. Kyle tries to grab Caliber but takes a back elbow into the gut. A stiff forearm shot snaps
Kyles head back and Rex scoops up Roberts and slams him on the hard Arena floor! Caliber slumps against the ring apron holding his back as Roberts is still
laying on the floor gritting his teeth in pain. Caliber pulls back the ring skirt and finds himself a metal folding chair! Roberts is getting to his feet
when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! Another brutal chair shot to the head drops Roberts back to the floor! Rex tosses away the now dented
chair and pulls Roberts off of the floor and rolls him back into the ring. The camera shows us that Roberts has been busted wide open with that last chair
shot and blood is steaming down his face. Rex is back in the ring and takes the table and actually tosses it out of the ring and down to the floor! Roberts
is getting to his feet and takes another running Mafia kick to the head that puts him down. Rex rolls to the outside, picks up the table and positions
it so that one end is resting on a guard rail while the other is resting on the ring apron. Caliber rolls into the ring and pulls Roberts up to his feet.
Rex hooks him and delivers a overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Roberts over the top rope and crashing through the table! A loud and drunken “Holy
Shit!” chant vibrates the REBEL Arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy shit indeed! Rex might have been struggling earlier but he’s in full control now, in fact I think he just killed Kyle Roberts!

On the outside Kingston is checking on the welfare of his client but beats a hasty retreat when Caliber rolls to the outside. Rex knocks away a piece of
shattered table and starts to pound away at the open wound on Roberts head! After half a dozen stiff right hands to the head, Roberts is a bloody mess,
not that Caliber gives a damn. “The One Man Crime Spree” pulls Roberts out of the wreckage and rolls him into the ring. In the ring Caliber pulls Roberts
into position for his Planetary Collision but Kyle grabs the legs of the champ and takes him off of his feet! The fans are going crazy as Kyle Roberts
is trying to get Caliber into position for his Bear – Tamer! It’s locked it and a bloody Roberts pulls back with all his might! Rex raises a hand as if
he’s going to tap and the crowd holds it’s breath in anticipation. Instead Caliber suddenly reaches out and grabs the head of the referee and slams it
hard against the mat!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell?

Kyle hasn’t seen what just transpired and continues to ratchet up the pressure. Caliber taps out! Rex Caliber is tapping out! The fans are going ape shit
but…There’s no referee! Kyle lets go of the hold and drops an elbow across the back of Caliber. Kingston is yelling something to security and one of
them rushes to the back. Back in the ring Kyle pulls Rex to his feet and positions him for Calibers own Planetary Collision! Caliber reveres the move and
back drops Roberts onto both the mat and the downed referee. Roberts shoves the referee out of the ring and pays for it as Caliber drives a knee into the
back of Kyles head. Caliber pulls Roberts to his feet and locks him in a full nelson. A full nelson that’s quickly turned into a dragon suplex! Caliber
rolls out of the ring as Roberts lays crumpled up where he was planted. Rex staggers over to the time keeper and takes the REBEL Heavyweight Title from
the man. Inside the ring Roberts is slowly getting to his feet when Caliber climbs inside and measures him. Roberts is up and Rex rushes at him with the
title belt but Kyle ducks under and again pulls the legs out from under the champ! Bear – Tamer! The crowd is on the edge of their seats already when they
see it! Rex is tapping out again! A huge pop goes up as another referee finally rushes out from the back and slides into the ring! As soon as Rex spots
the new referee he stops his frantic tapping out and shakes his head “NO” when asked if he wants to give it up.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle had Caliber beaten! Twice! We should have a new champion right now but we had no referees! But how much longer can Rex hold on?
Rex starts to crawl his way towards the near rope as Kyle yells for him to tap out. Rex reaches out…And his hand grabs the bottom rope! The referee has
to pry Kyle off of Caliber as the fans are soundly behind their new hero. Caliber rolls out of the ring and simply falls to the floor. Roberts rolls out
as well and tries to pull a battered Rex Caliber to his feet. Rex hits a low blow and Roberts drops to all fours. Caliber grabs a handful of hair and starts
to punch away at the bloody cut on the head of Roberts. Kyle breaks free and Rex uses the ring apron to pull himself up to his feet. Roberts is also up
and catches an advancing Caliber on the way in with a sharp chop across his already beet red chest. A European uppercut snaps Calibers head back and the
champ is rolled back into the ring. Roberts takes a moment to wipe blood out of his eyes before climbing into the ring after Rex and it costs him. Caliber
drops a leg across the back of Kyles neck and rolls him over for a pin. Roberts kicks out at two and Rex looks both exhausted and pissed off at the same
time.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s it going to take to keep either of these men down for the three count? This has been an all out war.

Rex drags Roberts to his feet and positions him for his finisher once again. This time there’s no last minute save as Caliber nails his Planetary Collision!
Caliber rolls him over for the cover, One! Two! Thr…Roberts kicks out! The fans explode as Rex looks beyond shocked. Caliber rolls back out of the ring,
looking as if he has gotten his second wind and hurls the time keeper from his chair. Caliber takes the chair folds it up and quickly makes his way back
to the ring apron where he starts to climb his way to the top turnbuckle! Roberts spots Rex trying to get to the top and he pulls himself up to his feet.
With a swipe of the hand, he knocks Calibers legs out from under him and the champ drops down crotching himself on the top rope! Roberts pulls the chair
from Calibers hand and smacks him across the head with it! Kyle tosses the chair away and starts to climb up to meet the champ. At the top Kyle tries to
hook Rex for a superplex but the resilient champ stops him with a series of headbutts! Rex grabs Kyle and starts to pull him up for…What the Hell is
he doing? Incredibly Rex muscles up Kyle into position and hits his Total Annihilation – muscle buster off of the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Holy Shit!

Rex slumps over a bloody and unmoving Stylin’ Kyle Roberts as the referee counts, One! Two! Three! The crowd is emotionally drained and we see Static running
out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Static pulls Rex out of the ring and helps him make his way to the back. Inside the ring Roberts is being looked at by both the referee and Ryan Kingston.
After a few moments they help him up and the crowd gives Roberts a standing ovation for a great performance.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a title defense we saw here tonight! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just showed us that he can beat Rex Caliber on his own! Rex got lucky tonight
but I have a feeling he’s running on borrowed time. Next week it’s “There Goes The Neighborhood” and we’ll be seeing Rex Caliber defend his title against
the ECFW World Champion Lonewolf!

We fade out on a bloody Stylin’ Kyle Roberts leaning against the ring ropes taking in his standing ovation from the crowd. We even see something that surprises
us. Kyle is smiling.

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Best of Rebel Pro 2007 Disc 2

Disc Two
There Goes The Neighborhood
06/12/2007
REBEL Heavyweight Championship: Lonewolf vs (C) Rex Caliber

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall and it’s for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!

“Back In Black” hits the speakers and the pro REBEL crowd unleash the boos on the man who steps through the curtain.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Toronto Ontario Canada and weighs in tonight at 215 pounds…He is the ECFW World Heavyweight Champion…”True
Greatness” Lonewolf!!!

Lonewolf, complete with the ECFW World Title around his waist, makes his way to the ring amidst the catcalls and taunts from the Raleigh crowd.

AC/DC is replaced on the speakers by Jadakiss as “Here Comes The Champ” starts to play.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Charlotte North Carolina in weighs in tonight at 245 pounds…He is the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…”The
One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back with his manager and former partner Static. Amazingly the REBEL crowd is solidly behind the Crimes member! Caliber looks
a little shocked at the reaction while Static simply snarls at the crowd. Good times.

ROB MARTINEZ: If you would have told me that these fans would have ever cheered Rex Caliber again I would have said you were out of your mind. But it looks
like these Raleigh fans want the REBEL Championship to stay right here in the Carolinas!

Caliber enters the ring and holds up his championship to a huge pop. Lonewolf points at the belt, then at himself and the crowd is all over his case.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men have had a war of words this last week and we’re sure to see a classic here tonight. As if you didn’t know only the REBEL Heavyweight
Title is on the line tonight. Not sure how ECFW got out of having their strap defended.

The formalities over, the referee calls for the bell in this historic match! The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Caliber uses his weight advantage
to back Lonewolf into a corner. Caliber chops Lonewolf across the chest and gets a “wooooooo” from the crowd! A forearm shot from Lonewolf! Another chop
from the REBEL Champion, followed up by another forearm shot from the challenger! Lonewolf ducks under a third chop attempt and rakes the eyes of Caliber.
A whip out of the corner and into the ropes by Lonewolf is followed up by a high back drop from the ECFW World Champion! Rex uses the ring ropes to quickly
pull himself to his feet and he takes a drop kick that sends him through the ropes and down to the floor! Lonewolf rolls to the outside and pops a rising
Caliber with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Caliber responds by driving a knee into the ribs of the aggressive challenger and follows up with a brutal
European uppercut! Rex quickly hooks Lonewolf and tries for a suplex. It’s blocked and then reversed and it’s Caliber who is suplexed on the hard arena
floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lonewolf not showing any fear of the REBEL Champion. In fact it’s a smart strategy for him to keep Caliber on the defensive.

Lonewolf pulls Caliber off of the floor and hoists him up only to drop him throat first across the guard railing. Lonewolf quickly climbs up onto the ring
apron and takes to the skies for what looks to be a double ax handle only to have Static pull Caliber out of harms way at the last second! Lonewolf eats
the guard railing and Static starts putting the boots to him. The referee quickly jumps from the ring and gets Static to back off as Caliber advances on
a dazed ECFW champion. Caliber pulls Lonewolf up and shoots him into the ring before following him in. Inside the ring, Caliber watches as Lonewolf pulls
himself to his feet and then he locks him from behind and hits a high German Suplex! Caliber holds on and rolls over bringing Lonewolf with him. A second
German! Again Caliber maintains his grip and pulls Lonewolf up for a third German suplex. Lonewolf plants a back elbow to the face of Caliber! Another
back elbow breaks the grip of the REBEL champ. Lonewolf spins around, hooks Caliber and drills Caliber with a snap suplex! Lonewolf mounts Caliber and
starts to throw vicious right hand bombs at the head of Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Lonewolf has our champ in trouble. Could this be the night that Rex Caliber finally loses the gold?

Caliber shoves Lonewolf off of him and tries to get to his feet. A kick to the gut doubles over Caliber and Lonewolf follows up with a million dollar kneelift!
Caliber stagger back and bounces off of the ropes and walks straight into an inverted atomic drop. A clothesline from Lonewolf puts Calibers back on the
mat! A cover only gets Lonewolf a count of two and Caliber rolls to the outside. On the outside Caliber asks for and receives a chair from a fan at ringside.
Back in the ring, Lonewolf hits the ropes and takes flight with a suicide dive through the ring ropes! Caliber cracks Lonewolf in mid air with the chair
and the ECFW champ lands hard against the ring barrier! Rex waits patiently as Lonewolf pulls himself to his feet only so that he can smack the chair across
the back of the challenger! Another brutal chair shot, this one to the head sends Lonewolf back to the floor and leaving Caliber holding a dented chair.
Caliber tosses the chair aside and pulls Lonewolf up. With an evil smirk Caliber pulls Lonewolf into position for his Planetary Collision! Lonewolf quickly
drops to a knee and hits a uppercut on Calibers family jewels! One back drop onto the floor later and Caliber is once more in dire trouble!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber was looking to try and cripple Lonewolf with that maneuver on the floor but the ECFW Champion is hanging tough. Oh Hell, the marks
on the Internet will be all over my ass for that comment.

Both men are slow to get up but Static lends a hand by hauling Caliber to his feet. Lonewolf charges and Rex ducks allowing the ECFW Champ to drop Static
with a clothesline! A clubbing forearm shot across the back from Caliber stuns Lonewolf enough to allow himself to get rolled back into the ring. Rex slides
into the ring behind Lonewolf and drags him to his feet. Head and shoulders T Bone suplex from Caliber folds up the challenger! Rex again drags Lonewolf
off the mat and hoists him up plopping him on the top turnbuckle. Caliber climbs up to met Lonewolf and tries for a superplex! Lonewolf blocks it, headbutts,
then bites the forehead of Caliber and shoves him off the ring ropes. Legdrop from the top rope from Lonewolf! A cover, One! Two! Caliber kicks out! Lonewolf
pulls Caliber off of the mat and shoots him into the ropes. A back elbow to the face drops Caliber and Lonewolf follows up with a fistdrop to the head!
Another cover! One, Two! Again Caliber manages to kick out! Lonewolf is gaining fans as the REBEL crowd is now split between the two men. Lonewolf drags
Caliber to his feet and from nowhere Rex hooks the ECFW Champion and hits an exploder suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Lonewolf can’t allow himself to let his guard down against a vicious wrestler such as Caliber!

As if on cue the camera zooms in on Rex who is slipping something out of his boot. Lonewolf is trying to get to his feet when he takes the point of a screwdriver
to the head! Lonewolf drops to the mat as if he were shot and Caliber starts to jab and tear away at the head of the ECFW champion! Lonewolf manages to
shove Caliber off of him and we see his face is the proverbial crimson mask. Lonewolf uses the ropes to pull himself up and Rex charges in, screwdriver
in hand. Backdrop over the top rope saves Lonewolf as Caliber lands on the outside hard! Lonewolf pulls himself to the near corner and starts to climb
to the top! On the outside Static is trying to help Rex back to his feet and Lonewolf takes to the skies! A flying cross body flattens both Caliber and
Static and the fans finally seem to be behind the challenger! Slowly all three men start to stir and it’s Lonewolf who strikes first with a right hand
to the jaw of Caliber. Caliber is rolled into the ring by a bloody Lonewolf and the end looks near as the ECFW champ pulls Caliber up and positions him
for his double arm DDT finisher! Caliber spins out of the move and while still holding an arm of Lonewolf pulls him ribs first into a knee! With Lonewolf
doubled over Caliber hooks Lonewolf and hits the Planetary Collision!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Caliber retains the gold!

A cover by the REBEL champion, One! Two! Lonewolf kicks out! Rex looks shocked and the fans nearly blow the roof off of the building. Rex pulls a bloody
Lonewolf to his feet and again positions him another Planetary Collision but it’s blocked by Lonewolf! Again Rex tries the move and again Lonewolf blocks
it! Lonewolf grabs the legs of Caliber and pulls him off of his feet. Seconds later Lonewolf is trying to lock in a figure four leglock as the fans are
going crazy! Rex manages to grabs the ropes and breaks the hold. Rex rolls to the outside to regroup as Lonewolf also rolls to the outside. Rex is grabbed
from behind by Lonewolf and sent rolling back into the ring with the ECFW champ hot on his tail. Just as Lonewolf gets to his feet he takes a running STO
from the REBEL champion! A cover from Rex gets a count of two and Caliber is looking for anyway to put away his challenger. Rex hauls Lonewolf to his feet
but takes a rakes to the eyes followed up by a boot to the gut! Double arm DDT from Lonewolf! The ECFW Champ goes for the cover, One! Two! Thr…NO! Caliber
kicks out! This time it’s Lonewolf who looks stunned.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men have now kicked out of each others respective finishers! It’s time one for of these men to pull something new out of their bag of
tricks!

Lonewolf pulls Rex up to a sitting position and locks in his Wolfs Howl (Kata-hajime) submission hold! Rex quickly grabs for the ropes and Lonewolf has
no choice but to break the hold. This time it’s Lonewolf who rolls to the outside. He flips back the ring skirt and pulls out a folding chair before climbing
back into the ring. Rex is back to his feet when he gets a chair wrapped around his skull! Rex is still on his feet! Although he’s wobbly and his legs
look they could go at any time. Another chair shot drops him and the sound echoes through the arena! Caliber is spilt wide open and Lonewolf drops across
him for the pin! One! Two! Caliber kicks out! Both men lay on the mat, each bloodied and beaten. The referee starts his ten count and both men just manage
to make it to their feet by the count of eight. Lonewolf again plants a boot to the gut of Rex and goes once more for his double arm ddt! Again Rex spins
out and this time brings Lonewolf down to the mat in his Rings Of Rex submission! Caliber pulls back for all he’s worth but Lonewolf holds on! The ECFW
Champion reaches out with his left leg and it just barely is able to touch the bottom rope! The referee calls for the break and Rex reluctantly does so
at the count of four.

ROB MARTINEZ: What more can these two men do to each other?

Caliber pulls Lonewolf off of the mat and shoots him into the far turnbuckle. Rex charges in and takes a boot to the face! Lonewolf quickly follows up with
a bulldog and a cover that gets him another count of two. Lonewolf mounts Caliber and pummels him with rights and lefts before getting shoved off. Both
men are a gory mess as they make it to their feet and they rush each other each hitting with a clothesline! As the two men lay on the mat the referee again
goes for his count and again both just are able to get up at the eight count. Lonewolf rushes Caliber who hoists him up for a death valley driver! Lonewolf
squirms off of the shoulders of Caliber and plants the REBEL champion with another double arm DDT! One! Two! Lonewolf gets pulled off of Rex by Static!
Lonewolf is pissed and rolls out of the ring to give chase to the manager! The two men sprint around the ring and Static slides inside with Lonewolf right
behind him. Suddenly Static drops to the mat and Lonewolf runs into a STO Backbreaker into Snap Flatliner from Caliber! Static rolls out of the ring as
a bloody Rex locks a dazed Lonewolf into a Koji clutch!

ROB MARTINEZ: What action! If it wasn’t for Static we’d have a new champion! Can Lonewolf hold on? Oh my God…Am I actually rooting for the other companies
guy?

He’s not the only one as the four hundred plus start to stomp their feet and chant out Lonewolfs name. The referee checks on Lonewolf and raises his arm.
It drops to the mat once. He raises it again.

It drops a second time. Getting ready to signal for the bell the referee raises the arm of Lonewolf.

It drops…NO! Lonewolf is still in this! Lonewolf has his arm in the air and is waving it back and forth showing he still has life in him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord he’s still conscious!

Rex screams both in frustration and from the pain in his limbs from applying the hold. Caliber continues to crank up the pressure as blood pours down his
face. Lonewolf starts to fight like mad and Rex releases the hold! Rex is up to his feet putting the boots to a bloody and dazed Lonewolf who is valiantly
trying to get to his feet. Rex Irish Whips Lonewolf into the ropes but drops his head early allowing the ECFW Champ to plant him with a kick to the upper
body! Rex staggers back holding his chest and Lonewolf hooks him and takes him to the mat with a modified rock bottom! A cover nets Lonewolf a count of
two. Lonewolf stumbles to the nearest corner and starts to climb to the top as the fans are on their feet. Rex is up just in time to take a flying body
press from Lonewolf! Rex rolls through and gets a count of two! Both men scramble to their feet and Rex ducks a looping right hand! Lonewolf turns just
as Caliber comes off the ropes and clubs him with a brutal bone rattling lariat! Both men collapse on the mat, Rex has an arm draped over the chest of
‘Wolf!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! Rex Caliber just retained his title in what was probably his toughest test to date!

Caliber rolls off of Lonewolf, clutching his arm as the referee calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And still REBEL Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Static rushes into the ring and places the REBEL Championship belt across the body of Rex as the referee helps Lonewolf back to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m sure Rex won’t admit this, but I don’t think he’ll be wanting to face Lonewolf in a re-match anytime soon!

The fans, once fully against Lonewolf give the man his props as they applaud his incredible effort. The referee hands him the ECFW World Title and we can
see Lonewolf mouth something to Static….”Next Time”

ROB MARTINEZ: My hats off to Lonewolf and the ECFW promotion. They have nothing to be ashamed of with that man as their champion.

Lonewolf leaves the ring as Static is helping his Crimes partner back to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Again Rex Caliber has retained the REBEL Heavyweight Title, with a little help from his buddy Static.

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NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW II
07/17/2007
Stairway To Hell Match for the REBEL Carolina’s Championship: Dio Muerte vs (C) Chad Kurtis

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your Stairway To Hell Match!!!

Huge pop from the sold out crowd!

JENNY JERSEY: In order to win this match, you must climb the ladder and retrieve the coils of barbed wire hanging from the ceiling! Only after you have
pulled down the barbed wire can pinfalls or submissions occur! The winner of this match will be the REBEL Carolinas Champion!!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky and weighs in at 230 pounds…He is the REBEL Carolinas Champion…”The Show” Chad
Kurtis!!!

Kurtis emerges from the back, the Carolinas Championship slung over his shoulder. He passes by the pair of ladders that have been set up and climbs into
the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he hails from Hollywood, Florida and weighs in at 228 pounds…Dio Muerte!!!

“Stardust” by Akforty replaces Kid Rock on the speakers and the former Carolinas Champion steps out from behind the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it, the last match these two men will ever have against each other! Not only that, but it’s the only championship that is on the line
at this Supershow!

JACK JONES: Like Ravager would ever defend his title in this place!

Dio Muerte makes is about half way down to the ring when he’s suddenly met by Kurtis who has bailed from the ring! The referee calls for the bell as the
two men brawl on the outside!

BILL HEWSON: It looks like they’re ready to tear each other apart right now! There’s a lot of bad blood between these two young superstars!

Kurtis and Dio are exchanging rights and lefts as the fans lined up along the ring barricades cheer them both on. Dio rakes the faces of Kurtis and then
whips him violently into the closest ring barricade! Dio turns and grabs one of the ladders folding it up so he can carry it to the ring. He doesn’t make
it far though as Chad blasts him from behind with a clubbing blow. Dio drops the ladder on the floor and Chad grabs him by the hair and jeans and rolls
him into the ring. Chad reaches down, picks up the ladder and carries it to the ring. He places it on the ring apron and starts to climb inside when Dio
hits a baseball slide onto the ladder sending back it into the sternum of Kurtis! Dio pulls the ladder into the ring and props it up against a corner before
rolling to the outside. A clothesline from Dio drops Chad to the floor and Muerte heads towards the second ladder. Dio grabs the ladder, folds it up, turns
and hurls it at the rising Chad Kurtis! The ladder smashes off the head and shoulders of “The Show” and fans along ringside duck for cover. Dio, a confident
smile on his face, approaches Kurtis and rolls him into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is in firm control of this match but I have a feeling that we’ll see that ladder used for more than climbing!

JACK JONES: Nice observation. Dio already clobbered Kurtis with the ladder a second ago!

BILL HEWSON: Jack settle down. Did you take your pills this morning?

Dio is back into the ring and he pulls Chad up to his feet. Muerte goes to whip Chad into the corner where the ladder is propped up but Kurtis reverses
it! Dio hits the ladder back first and then takes a dropkick to the chest! Dio collapses onto the mat and Chad simply pushes the ladder over onto him.
Chad pulls the ladder off of Dio and sets it up in the center of the ring. Chad starts to climb up the ladder but Dio pulls himself to his feet and he
staggers over to Kurtis. Kurtis takes a shot to the kidneys that stops him cold and Dio yanks him off the ladder! Dio bounces the head of Kurtis off of
the ladder and the REBEL Carolinas Champion drops to his knees. Dio folds up the ladder and drops it on the mat as Kurtis is getting back to his feet.
Dio hooks Kurtis and snap suplexes him onto ladder! Dio rolls out of the ring as Kurtis lays prone on top of the ladder. Dio yanks back the ring skirt
and pulls out his trusty baseball bat! The fans pop big time as Muerte holds the bat high above his head. Inside the ring, Chad has rolled off the ladder
and is holding his back in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio Muerte going back to what brought him to the dance!

BILL HEWSON: I have the feeling that Dio is going that stick that bat where the sun doesn’t shine Rob!

Dio rolls into the ring and charges at Chad! Kurtis hits a low dropkick to the knee of Dio and the former Carolinas Champion lands chest first across the
ladder! Chad drops a leg across the back of Dios head and then rips the baseball bat out of his hand! Chad waits for Dio to get back to his feet and then
drives the end of the bat into his ribs. Chad wraps the bat around the throat of Dio and nails a side Russian legsweep! Looking confident, Chad gets to
his feet and tosses the bat out of the ring. He then takes the ladder and sets it back up in the middle of the ring as Dio lays on the mat. Chad starts
climbing then suddenly stops. He looks over at Dio and smiles. Kurtis drops off the ladder and rolls to the outside. As Dio is struggling to get back to
his feet, Chad Kurtis has pulled not one but two chairs out from under the ring. Kurtis slides the chairs into the ring and climbs in after them as Dio
is now back up to a vertical base. Dio spots the chairs and rushes Kurtis before he can put them to use. Superkick to the jaw from Kurtis! Dio drops like
a brick and the current Carolinas Champion starts to set up the chairs.

JACK JONES: What the Hell is Kurtis doing?

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know but I suspect it’s going to hurt.

Kurtis has the chair set up ten feet away from each other and then he folds up the ladder and places it on the chairs forming a bridge of sorts. Dio is
using the ropes to pull himself up and he takes a stiff right hand that rocks him. Chad tries to whip Muerte off of the ropes but Dio reverses it into
a one man flapjack onto the ladder! The chairs shoot out from under the ladder as it crashes to the mat. The crowd lets out an “ohhhhhhhh” as Kurtis lays
on the mat clutching his ribs. Dio pulls himself up and staggers over to Chad. Dio rolls Kurtis back onto the ladder and then makes his way towards the
nearest turnbuckle. Dio makes his way to the top rope and takes to the air nailing Chad Kurtis with a frog splash! Both men look hurt as the crowd pops
big time for the crazy high risk maneuver. Dio pulls himself up and drags Kurtis to his feet only to through him through the ring ropes to the outside.
Dio turns and pulls the ladder off of the mat and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Dio slowly starts to climb the ladder as on the outside Chad picks
up the second ladder and slides it back into the ring.

BILL HEWSON: These men are beating the Hell out of each other and they haven’t even pulled down the barbed wire from the ceiling yet!

Dio is halfway up the ladder and doesn’t see Kurtis slide into the ring behind him. Kurtis picks up the second ladder and drives it into the ribs of Dio!
Dio falls to the mat and Kurtis places the ladder on top of Muerte. Chad smiles and heads towards the turnbuckle. Best Moonsault Ever onto the ladder!
A “Holy Shit!” chant fills the REBEL Arena as Kurtis rolls off of the ladder holding his mid section.

JACK JONES: Holy Sh…

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to REBEL Jack!

BILL HEWSON: What an incredible move by Chad Kurtis! But did he take himself out of the match with that move?

Kurtis lays on the mat trying to regain his breath as Dio lays half under ladder simply looking up at the lights. Slowly Kurtis crawls over to the ladder
and starts to pull himself to his feet. Dio is starting to move as well and he spots Kurtis dragging himself up the ladder. The fans are cheering on Kurtis
as he pulls himself up the ladder rung by rung. Dio makes his way over to the ladder as well and starts to crawl up the ladder opposite Kurtis. Kurtis
reaches the top of the ladder and raises his arm above his head to grab the barbed wire. A punch to the ribs from Dio doubles him over! Dio rams the head
of Kurtis off of the top of the ladder and reaches for the barbed wire himself. Dio has his hand on the barbed wire and is trying to pull it free when
he takes a shot from Kurtis that stuns him. Now both men have their hands wrapped in the barbed wire above their heads, each man trying to pull it free.
Suddenly both men pull down the coil of barbed wire and the fans go crazy! Dio headbutts Kurtis and both men release their grip on the barbed wire. It
drops to the mat as Dio and Kurtis continue to battle at the top of the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: They pulled down the barbed wire but it looks like they’re to busy trying to kill each other to worry about it!

BILL HEWSON: With the barbed wire pulled down now either man can go for a pin or submission.

JACK JONES: Hey Rob, can you go get me one of those hot dogs?

At the top of the ladder, Chad rakes the face of Dio and then hurls himself over the back of Muerte nailing a sunset flip into a powerbomb off the ladder!
Another drunken “Holy Shit!” chant echoes through the building as Kurtis crawls away from Dio and towards the barbed wire. Kurtis picks up the coils of
barbed wire and hangs them in the corner. Dio uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and he takes a boot to the gut from Kurtis. Kurtis tries to Irish
whip Dio into the barbed wire but it’s reversed and it’s Chad who is sent back first into the corner! Chad doesn’t have time to react to the pain because
Dio slams into him with a running clothesline! Muerte steps away from the corner and Chad drops to his knees and tries to pulls himself free of the barbed
wire. The left arm of Kurtis is slicked with blood and his back is pock marked with tiny holes from the sharp wire. Dio reaches down to pull Kurtis to
his feet but takes a low blow that drops him to his knees! Kurtis takes a strand of barbed wire and starts to rub it across the forehead of Dio! The fans
let out a groan of disgust as blood spills from the ripped open forehead of Dio!

ROB MARTINEZ: Good God! These men are going to end each others careers!

BILL HEWSON: Both of these men want to walk out of this building as the Carolinas Champion and end this feud once and for all!

JACK JONES: Oh Gah! I got blood on me!

Kurtis rolls Dio onto his back for the cover!

One!

Two!

Dio kicks out!

Kurtis gets to his feet and pulls the coils of barbed wire from the corner. Kurtis drops the barbed wire onto the mat and pulls Dio to his feet. Kurtis
pulls Dio into position for his dreaded CK Finale when Muerte reverses it into a backdrop! Dio reaches down and starts to wrap the barbed wire around his
arm. Kurtis is back to his feet and turns to take a barbed wire clothesline from Dio! Dio drops across the body of Kurtis as the referee counts.

One!

Two!

Kurtis kicks out!

Suddenly Chad Kurtis seems to have gotten his second wind as he starts to pummel the gash on Dios head with hard right hands! Kurtis is biting Dio!

BILL HEWSON: Chad Kurtis is laying it all out on the line for this match! I’ve never seen such determination from this kid!

Chad rolls off of Dio and makes his way towards the plunder in the ring. He sets up one of the ladders and also picks up one of the chairs still laying
in the ring. Chad pulls himself halfway up the ladder and watches as Dio makes his way to his feet. Chad jumps off the ladder and cracks the chair across
the skull of Dio! Muerte falls through the ring ropes and to the floor as a horribly bloody Chad Kurtis tries to get to his feet. Chad tosses the chair
aside and climbs to the outside where Dio is laying on the floor. Instead of going after Dio, Kurtis pulls a table out from under the ring getting a huge
“We Want Tables!” chant from the REBEL fans. Kurtis slides the table into the ring and then turns his attention to Dio. Muerte is pulled off the floor
and rolled into the ring and Kurtis climbs in after him. Inside the ring, Kurtis sets up the table, and places the coils of barbed wire on top of it. He
then positions the ladder so that it’s closer to the table and finally he pulls Dio off of the mat, A stiff right hand sends Dio sprawling onto the table
and the barbed wire. Kurtis spits on Muerte and starts to climb up the ladder as the fans in the REBEL Arena come to their feet.

JACK JONES: I dunno what’s gonna happen here but I’m movin’!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis going for it all right here!

Kurtis reaches the top of the ladder and leaps off with a body splash! Dio moves and Chad Kurtis smashes through the table and the barbed wire! Dio is leaning
against the ropes as the referee checks on Kurtis who is buried under the table is wrapped up in barbed wire. Dio shoves the referee aside, pulls Kurtis
out from under the rubble and hits his Demortalizer! Dio drapes an arm across the chest of Chad as the referee counts!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Dio Muerte has won both the match and the REBEL Carolinas Championship!

BILL HEWSON: A brutal match, but both of these men gave the fans everything they had!

JACK JONES: Are those guys even breathing?

As the referee hands a bloody Dio the REBEL Carolinas Title belt, Jenny Jersey makes it official.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and new REBEL Carolinas Champion…Dio Muerte!!!

Both men lay on the mat covered in blood. Dio is clutching the Carolinas Title and the fans all rise to give both men a standing ovation.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the second time Dio Muerte has won the title. Now that the war with Kurtis is over, what’s next for Muerte?

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Don’t Get Mad, Get Even
08/07/2007
Fans Bring the Weapons: Mr. Berzerker vs Manny X

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH!!

A huge pop, as fans start waving whatever plunder they’ve brought.

The brooding opening strains of AFI’s Miseria Cantere play, bringing out the first competitor.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, Manny X!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X looking to avenge his loss at 5150. He’s looking good considering when we last saw him he was being driven neck first onto a chair!
But the fans are appreciating his resolve. That and because of him they get to bring weapons tonight. … Did someone seriously bring the bumper from his
car?

Indeed, Manny seems to smirk (only a bit) at some of the weapons he’s seeing. But then Grotens Barn plays, and there is no time for levity…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Finland, weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds! He is accompanied by Ian Smith. He is MR. BERSERKER!

Mr. Berserker doesn’t wait for any fan appreciation. He races to the ring, where Manny is waiting! Berserker dives under the ropes, and Manny hits a double
stomp! Trying to keep the big man down, Manny drops an elbow to the back of Berserker’s head, then drives a knee down across his neck! Ian Smith is yelling
at Berserker to get to his feet, But Manny is not letting his opponent have a moment’s peace. Finally Berserker manages to push Manny off, and gets to
his knees, but Manny comes back with a roaring elbow.. NO! Berserker catches Manny by the throat, and tosses him over the top rope! Berserker follows!
And Ian Smith has grabbed the first weapon from the fans!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian Smith hands Berserker… oh the humanity! Some poor bastard’s Star Trek collector plates!

Crash! The first plate is broken over Manny’s head! (a shout of “OPA” is heard) Crash! Another plate! Crash! One more! Berserker takes a broken plate and
starts to dig at the forehead of Manny, who flails as he tries to get away. A trickle of blood flows down Manny’s forehead, and now Berserker bites down,
starting even more crimson to pour! A boot to the gut stops the biting, and a stiff European uppercut sends Berserker back a few feet. Enough time for
Manny to get a weapon… ah yes, he grabs the bumper he saw earlier, and swings for the fences! He connects! Berserker is knocked into the guard rail!
Manny drives the end of the bumper into Berserker’s gut , then smacks it into his jaw! And we see some blood on Berserker’s face now! Manny with a dropkick,
but it’s not enough to send Berserker over the railing! He hits a hard forearm, but still Berserker won’t be sent over. Manny takes a step back and

ROARING ELBOW! Berserker is knocked into the crowd! Manny climbs over the rail and pursues, grabbing a tire iron from a fan along the way.

SMACK!

Right across the back. Berserker doesn’t go down.

SMACK!

Another shot! Berserker stumbles, but doesn’t go down.

SMACK!!

Manny with all his might, Berserker finally goes to one knee. And now Manny digging the end of the iron into Berserker’s forehead! The blood pours out,
leaving both men with crimson masks! Manny swings with the tire iron, trying to take Berserker’s head off, but Berserker ducks, and is handed…

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! Mr. Berserker just plowed Manny in the face with a VCR! Manny is down! And Berserker goes for the cover! But this isn’t falls count
anywhere!

Ian Smith tries to let his charge know that the match has to end in the ring. Berserker grabs Manny by the hair and drags him up, and back to the ring.
Manny is tossed over the railing, hitting the floor with a thud. Berserker climbs over the rail and goes after Manny, who has crawled to the opposite guard
rail, where a fan has handed him something. Berserker grabs Manny by the shoulder and whips him around..

KA CHUNK

and gets stapled on his forehead! Manny X with a staple gun now, gets Berserker in a head lock and starts stapling Berserker’s forehead! Berserker yells,
picks up Manny and tosses him over the top rope back into the ring! Yelling like a wild man, Berserker climbs back in, but not before he’s handed a weapon
from Ian…

ROB MARTINEZ: A CZW favorite here folks! A Culligan water jug with thumb tacks glued to it! How did that get past security?

Manny probably wonders the same thing as the hard plastic bottle is brought down across his back, leaving behind numerous tacks. Manny yells in pain as
Berserker brings it down again and again, and now Manny’s back is bloody as well! Berserker discards the jug, and brings an overhand punch down across
Manny’s skull, driving him to the mat! A cover! Dale McDonald makes the count!

One!

Two!

Manny kicks out! Ian Smith is beside himself! Berserker is just mad.. Because. He goes to his manager and is handed a computer keyboard. He raises it up
to smash Manny with it, but Manny manages to roll out of the way! He chop blocks Berserker! Berserker drops the keyboard, and now Manny has it and

SMACK!

Keys fly everywhere, the board is destroyed, and Berserker is down! Manny covers!

One!

Two!

Berserker’s turn to kick out! Manny looks frustrated, and looks to the crowd. And sees something he likes. Manny out of the ring…

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no…

It’s a goalie stick.

Okay. Nothing to bad there.

Except the shaft has a light tube taped to it. And the stick blade has light bulbs glued to it.

This is going to be messy.

Manny winds up with the stick, and goes for a slap shot across Berserker’s back…

CRASH!

It takes a fair bit to break light bulbs. And three of them just shattered across Mr. Berserker’s back. Shards of glass are everywhere, and blood is now
coming out of Berserker’s shoulder’s and neck. Manny goes to cross check Berserker with the light tube, but Berserker with a kick to the gut, and a double
handed choke slam! Manny driven down to the mat, Berserker with the cover!

One!!

Two!!

Thr- MANNY KICKS OUT!

No arguing here, Berserker grabs the light tube and clubs Manny across the neck with it! Glass and blood covers the ring, and the fans are loving every
second of it! Berserker drags Manny up, and looks to go for another chokeslam..

Manny gets a boot to the gut and goes for…

ROB MARTINEZ: He can’t do it! Even if he hadn’t lost all that blood!…

MANNY X WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX!

BERSERKER CRASHES DOWN ONTO THE BROKEN GLASS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Strength and desperation pay off for Manny X! But does he have enough to make the cover?

Both men are down. Manny slowly crawls over to his fallen opponent. He finally drapes an arm over Mr. Berserker. McDonald counts…

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE- BERSERKER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Manny is too exhausted to argue. He slides out of the ring and goes to get a weapon. A fan hands him a toaster covered in barbed wire. Overkill? Maybe,
but at this point who cares. Ian Smith has retrieved a weapon of his own, which he gives to Berserker. Manny lines up the rising Berserker, and charges,
raising the toaster high..

BERSERKER TURNS AND SLAPS ON THE VALHALLA VICE!

ROB MARTINEZ: That Vice is bad enough at the best of times!

Indeed, for Ian had handed Berserker a glove.

Wrapped in barbed wire.

Manny desperately tries to fight out of the hold, but even under normal circumstances this move is deadly, let alone adding barbed wire to the mix! Dale
McDonald checks for the submission! Manny fights hard, but after what seems like an eternity, McDonald calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! MR. BERSERKER!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny fought with everything he had, but there isn’t a man alive who could have withstood that hold!

Trainers and officials tend to both men, as the fans give the competitors a standing ovation…

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Criminal Intentions
08/14/2007
REBEL World Championship: Murcielago vs (C) Kyle Roberts

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship!

“Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan hits the speakers and the #1 contender steps out from behind the curtain to a very mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from Manhattan, New York and weighs in at 290 pounds, he is a former REBEL Carolinas Champion…Murcielago!!!
The big man and his manager Enzo makes their way to ringside and climb into the ring. Their expressions tells the story. They’re here to win.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion….

“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings hits the speakers and the crowd comes to their feet!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and weighs in at 257 pounds….Stylin Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts and his legal aid emerge from the back and soak in the atmosphere of the crowd. Draped over the shoulder of Roberts is the newly made World Title
and it looks like a million bucks.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’ve been waiting for this match all week! Roberts won that title in Australia and tonight he faces a man who has been on an incredible win
streak!

Roberts heads for the ring and slides inside under the bottom rope. He hits all four corners showing off his title and the fans eat it up.

The referee takes the championship belt, shows it off to the crowd and hands it to the time keeper. The bell is rung and this match is underway! The two
men circle each other and lock up in the center of the ring. Murc powers Roberts into a corner and tries for a big overhand hammer punch but Kyle ducks
under it! Roberts spins the big man around and pops him with a trio of lightning quick right hand jabs! Murc shoves him away but Kyle comes right back
for more! Three more sharp jabs to the jaw of the #1 contender! Again Roberts gets shoved out of the corner but the World Champion tries for the hat trick
as he closes the distance between them. The third time isn’t the charm as Murcielago brings a knee into the ribs of Roberts stopping him cold.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago has the edge in power but Roberts has more big match experience than almost anyone in either NAPW or REBEL!

Murc has Roberts trapped in the corner and is punishing him with rights and lefts to the ribs. Ryan (not Mark) Kingston is yelling at the referee to break
it up but hey it’s REBEL. Murcielago finally pulls Roberts out of the corner and shots him into the ropes. Side slam by the big man! Murcielago starts
to go for a pin but Roberts is already rolled himself onto his stomach. Murc drops an elbow across the small of Roberts back and the champ is gritting
his teeth in pain. Another elbow drop to the back, a third! Murcielago pulls Roberts off the mat and shoots him into the ropes. Big boot to the face sends
Roberts staggering back and falling through the ring ropes to the floor below! Murc follows him out and pulls a dazed World Champion off the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago is taking it to Kyle Roberts! Could this be his night?

On the outside Murcielago whips Roberts into the guard rails and the champ is favoring his ribs. Enzo hands his charge a steel chair and the big man closes
in on a hurting Kyle Roberts. Murc swings at Roberts but the champ ducks out of the way! The chair smashes off the ring barricade and flies out of the
hands of Murc. Roberts spins Murcielago around and starts to pepper him with rights and lefts to the head! A desperation rake to the face from Murc stops
Roberts in his tracks. Murcielago hoists Roberts up and drops him ribs first across the ring barricade! Roberts lays on the floor gasping for breath as
Murcielago has a cocky grin plastered on his face. Murc pulls Roberts off the floor and whips him towards the ringpost. It’s revered and Murcielago smacks
shoulder first into the post!

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s the edge in experience coming through for Roberts!

Roberts rolls Murcielago back into the ring and follows in behind him. Murc is getting back to his feet when he takes a chop block from Kyle! Kyle is on
Murc like a man possessed as he kicks away at the knee of the challenger! Kyle drops to the mat, rolls to the outside and reaches in grabbing the legs
of Murcielago. Kyle drags him close to the ring post and slams his leg against the unforgiving steel! Murc howls in pain and tries to scoot away but Roberts
isn’t letting him off that easy. He again grabs the legs of Murcielago and wraps the leg of Murcielago around the ring post! Kyle Roberts looks to the
fans and for the third time gets ready to crack the injured limb of Murc against the ring post. Murcielago gets his free foot on the bottom turnbuckle
and is able to pull Roberts face first into the ring post!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts got cocky and it cost him! Although Murcielago has suffered tremendous damage to that knee!

Kyle is shaking the cobwebs loose and getting ready to re-enter the ring when Enzo jumps him from behind! Enzo wraps the crowbar around the throat of Roberts
and starts to choke! Ryan Kingston rushes over and clocks Enzo with a right hand! Enzo releases his grip and the two managers go at it to the delight of
the fans! Roberts slides back into the ring and is greeted with an elbow to the back of the head from Murc! A hobbled Murcielago pulls Roberts to his feet
and hits a brutal standing spine buster! Murc goes for the pin but Roberts kicks out at two! Murcielago again drags Roberts to his feet and shoves him
into a near corner. A trio of shoulder blocks to the ribs has Roberts back in trouble. Murc whips Roberts out of the corner and into the ropes dropping
the champ with a back elbow smash to the head.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts can’t allow Murcielago to get on a roll! This man is to big and to strong!

On the outside, Enzo and Ryan have been separated and each man is yelling instructions to his charge. Murcielago watches as Kyle Roberts uses the ring ropes
to pull himself to his feet. A clothesline from the challenger puts the champ down and Enzo slides a chair into the ring. Roberts is on all fours when
he takes the chair shot across the back that echoes through the arena. Murcielago drives the chair into the ribs of Roberts and the champ is clutching
at his ribs in agony. Murcielago holds the chair high above his head in premature victory. Roberts is on his knees now and Murcielago is getting ready
to swing the chair when he takes a low blow to the family jewels! Murc immediately doubles over and drops the chair onto the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well no one ever said that Kyle Roberts was a saint!

DDT onto the chair! Kyle hooks the leg and goes for the pin! One! Two! Murc kicks out! Roberts grabs the chair and watches as Murcielago pulls himself up
to his feet. Chair shot to the head! Murc is still on his feet. Another chair shot to the cranium! Murcielago staggers on spaghetti legs but won’t go down!
That is until Roberts cracks the chair across the injured knee! Murc drops to the mat holding his knee and Roberts is quick to try to lock in his Bear-Tamer!
Roberts is fighting to get the hold on Murcielago but his long legs are proving difficult to lock in the move. Murc kicks Roberts away, but the champ is
back on him in an instant! Murcielago rakes the face of Roberts and the champ is down. Both men are scrambling to their feet and Murcielago hits his Defcon
1 from nowhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! It’s over!

One!

Two!

Roberts kicks out!

The fans let out a collective sigh as Roberts has just barley gotten his shoulder up! Murcielago gets back to his feet and heads back to retrieve his chair.
Roberts pulls himself to his feet and as Murc leans over to pick up the chair he’s hit with the Polar-izer from the World Champion! Murcielago rolls over
onto his back and Roberts hits a lionsault!

One!

Two!

Murcielago kicks out!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did Murc kick out of that!?

Roberts is wondering the same as he watches Murcielago struggle up to his feet. Chair shot to the head from Roberts puts the big man back down! Roberts
places the chair on the chest of Murc and hits a second lionsault!

One!

Two!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: He did it! Roberts retains the title in a tough match!

Roberts rolls off of Murcielago and lays on the mat holding his ribs.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a brutal match for the champ! Murcielago showed us all why he deserved the title shot here tonight.

Ryan Kingston is in the ring checking on his charge when Enzo clubs him with his trusty crowbar! Kingston goes down in a heap and Roberts is quickly getting
to his feet! Enzo drops the crowbar on the mat as Roberts grabs him. Roberts reaches back and drops Enzo with a big right hand that pops the fans! Enzo
rolls out of the ring and Roberts turns around just in time for Murcielago to drive the crowbar into his ribs!

ROB MARTINEZ: He could have broken some ribs with that shot!

Roberts in on all fours when he takes the second shot to the ribs from Murcielago! The big man stands over Roberts and drops the crowbar to the mat. Murc
reaches down and picks up the REBEL World Heavyweight Title and raises it high above his head.

ROB MARTINEZ: He might be holding the title but that man is not the champion!

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Prove Your Worth
09/11/2007
REBEL Heavyweight Championship: Billy Kryenik vs (C) Kyle Roberts

Isissssssssssss.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match-up is scheduled for one fall, and is for the REBEL Pro World Heavyweight Title! Introducing first, the challenger. He
weighs in at two hundred forty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches… from Windsor Ontario… Ladies and gentlemen, BILLLLLY KRYENNNNNIK!

Billy steps through the curtain, hate for the crowd in his eyes. His chiseled abs and chest show his recent dedication to conditioning on form. He walks
to the ring, not impressed by the REBEL fans, nor they by him.

ROB MARTINEZ: It has been a long time since we’ve seen Billy Kryenik in a REBEL ring. It was several months ago he quit the company due to an injury. He
returned to NAPW in July by attacking his best friend Tommy Deathrow. Something happened to this man Kryenik while he was out of action, making him a very
bitter individual… one who would like nothing more than to win the REBEL title and shove it down the throats of all these fans!

The music cuts out as the crowd showers Billy with boos. He wears a cocky, mocking half-smile, lips twitching. He loves it. He grabs the microphone…

BILLY KRYENIK: Burlington, North Carolina… what a shithole this place is. (boos) Now I’m not here to do too much talking, I’m here to beat your champion,
good ol’ Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, within an inch of his life and leave this gutter the new World Heavyweight Champion. But I want to get something off my
chest here.

Y’see, everywhere I go wrestling fans ask me, why Billy why? Why did you turn on Tommy Deathrow? Why did you turn your back on the fans? Why, Billy, why?
WHY, BILLY, WHY? Why did I attack Tommy Deathrow, the son of a bitch who had the audacity to try to have a career APART from me? I carried that (BLEEP),
and how does he repay me while I’m out with an injury? He wins the tag team titles with a bastard named Jake Phoenix! Why, Billy, why did you turn your
back on the fans? Well I don’t remember it being the fans who paid my hospital bills while I was out! I don’t remember the fans coming to visit me in the
hospital or going “come back Billy, we miss you!” And that’s just NAPW fans! Then there’s you filthy REBEL fans, the fans who cheered on that idiot Warren
when he took advantage of my 104 degree fever to score a cheap win in my last REBEL match!

Billy pauses, a hateful sneer on his face as the crowd give him what-for. He dodges a flying paper cup and yells over the top rope.

BILLY KRYENIK: You’ll have to do a lot better than that to stop Billy (BLEEP) Kryenik! Why, Billy, WHY? Why did you screw us? You know what? I didn’t screw
you fans! You fans screwed yourselves! Just like I didn’t screw Tommy Deathrow… you see, when Deathrow made his choice, DEATHROW screwed Tommy Deathrow!
I am the next REBEL World Heavyweight champion, I am the sole surviving Doomrider, and 2007 is MY YEAR! Show me a (BLEEP) that can stop me!

“I am the man, that’s what I am I’m a straight shooter, with a master plan I am the man, that’s why I’m here I am the man, I am the man”

The crowd about blows the roof off. “HE IS THE MAN! HE IS THE MAN!” they chant as Stylin’ Kyle Roberts steps through the curtain, World Heavyweight Title
around his waist. Damn it looks good there. Kyle has a bandage on his forehead from some of the injuries he’s suffered recently and a bit of tape around
his ribs, but that doesn’t stop him from wearing his trademark smirk.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! From Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan! He stands six feet three inches tall and weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-seven pounds… the current
and REIGNING World Heavyweight Champion… ladies and gentlemen, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: An unlikely hero if there ever was one, but these fans rallied behind Stylin’ Kyle in his quest to dethrone Rex Caliber as champion! And now
tonight, Kyle Roberts is the unlikely face of REBEL Pro Wrestling, defending not only the world title but REBEL’s honor against Billy Kryenik!

Kyle steps into the ring and stares down Kryenik. The champ asks for a mic himself, crowd quieting down.

STYLIN’ KYLE: Billy, Billy, Billy, I have TWO WORDS FOR YOU!

POP! Kyle grins, then softly says:

STYLIN’ KYLE: Shut. Up. These REBEL fans didn’t pay their good money to hear you blab ON and ON and ON about Tommy Deathrow or a 104 degree fever or even
your stupid mother and her sex habits! All the talk in the world doesn’t change one thing: You never beat me for the NAPW Tag Titles in, oh, eight hundred
tries, and you’re not going to beat me for a championship tonight! Speaking of which, I have another two words for you:

Kyle gets in Billy’s furious face.

STYLIN’ KYLE: “Second.” “Best—”

ROB MARTINEZ: Ooh, Kyle touched a nerve with that one! Billy Kryenik pops Kyle right in the face and this match is on! Watch out for the right hook of Kryenik
— Kyle on the ropes, irish whip, Billy knocks his man down with a back elbow! Quick cover, barely a one count. Roberts still has the title around his
waist here!

Kryenik pummeling Roberts in the corner, changing it up — knee-lifts in the corner! Kryenik hip-tosses Kyle out of the corner and shouts “There’s your
champion!” at the fans. Kyle is trying to pick himself up, here comes Kryenik at a charge — drop toe hold by Roberts! Onto the title belt! Well, that’s
one way to get ahead. Roberts takes a moment to remind the fans that yes.

He is SMARTER than you.

He gets cheered for that. Go figure. The referee slides the world title out of the ring as Kyle pulls Kryenik up. “I’m going to hit the kick to the face!”
Kyle has Kryenik standing…

Dropkick!

To the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts is truly a man of his word! Cover, only a one-count. The champion in the driver’s seat now.

Kyle taking it to Billy with his own right hands. He sends Billy to the ropes, connects with another dropkick to the face to knock the challenger down.
Kryenik pops up, Kyle goes behind and hits a big back suplex, dropping Kryenik right on his head. Kyle smirks and then steps on Billy’s chest, flexing
“COME ON!” Referee counts one, two Billy easily kicks out of the arrogant cover by the champion. Kyle takes control with a side head-lock, Billy reaching
up to grab a handful of hair. No DQ in this match-up of course, it’s REBEL rules! Kyle wrenches the headlock some more, Billy snarls in pain. Back into
the ropes, Billy shoots Kyle off, clothesline, Kyle ducks and rebounds with a flying forearm, Billy catches him in the gut though. DOUBLE UNDERHOOK —
DRY LAKE~ KYLE STRUGGLING — PULLS THE LEGS OUT — BEAR-TAMER ATTEMPT! ROBERTS TURNS KRYENIK OVER, but Billy is right near the ropes and quickly scrambles
to grab the bottom rope for a break. Kyle lets go, he can’t get DQed for holding on but REBEL referees are known to get physically involved in matches.
Kyle lets go, but stomps Billy and begins to pull him up —

Kryenik rakes the eyes to get ahead, blinding Kyle momentarily. Long enough to pick Kyle up for a suplex… falls forward, Kyle Roberts hung up over the
top rope! And Kryenik viciously punts Kyle in the face, knocking him from the top rope to the floor the hard way. He soaks in the boos as Roberts tries
to get up, Kryenik with a baseball slide! Roberts sidesteps and sweeps Kryenik away, Billy on the floor, Roberts with an irish whip, Kryenik hits the guardrail.
Here comes Kyle with a charge, Kryenik dodges! Kyle on the guardrail LARIAT FROM BILLY KRYENIK SENDS KYLE INTO THE FRONT ROW! Crowd chants holy shit, but
Kryenik then flashes everybody the double deuce.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kryenik letting the REBEL fans know what he thinks of him, he needs to worry about the match and not the fans! Kyle getting to his feet, Kryenik
has him over the guardrail, suplex back in right onto the concrete! There are no mats in REBEL Pro Wrestling, Kyle’s back hits nothing but cold hard concrete!
Oh my gawd!

Kryenik grabs Kyle, hooks a hammerlock to control the man and then shoves him forehead-first into the steel ring post! Kryenik rips off the bandage to expose
Kyle’s wound, then begins pounding the forehead with stiff right hands. Roberts gets bundled back into the ring and when he comes up, he’s busted wide
open! Kryenik kicks the man in the ribs, oh come on now! Kryenik ripping off the tape from Roberts’ ribs! He’s choking the champ out with it! What a dickhead.
Kryenik still with the advantage picks Kyle up and delivers another big right hook to the bloody forehead, knocking the champ to the canvas. Billy likes
the blood on his knuckles and again goes to town, just ramming his fist into Kyle’s forehead. Referee wants Kryenik to get off the man, what’s he going
to do though? Kryenik tells the ref to (BLEEP) off, then comes back to stomp on Kyle — Roberts fires a right hand to Kryenik! Another one! Another! Roberts
getting some fire behind those blows, he hits the ropes — cut off by a knee-lift from Billy Kryenik. Irish whip into the corner, followed by a lariat!
And then… Hot Salvation! Kyle is down, cover one, two, Kyle kicks out, but Kryenik simply rolls with the kick-out to behind Kyle and lock on THE BRANCH
BREAKER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Does he have it locked in? Yes he does! Kyle Roberts is a bloody mess, and now he’s trapped in the Branch Breaker in the center of the ring!
The champion may submit right here!

Blood trickles down Kyle’s face and Billy’s inter-laced fingers as the challenger wrenches back, driving his knee into Stylin’ Kyle’s spine for more pressure.
Kyle yells out in pain, reaching for the ropes. He tries to crawl, gets a bit, but not much.

The hand is up… will Kyle tap?

“Kyle, what do ya say? Do you give up? Kyle what do you say, champ?”

“No! No!”

Kyle reaches out… Kryenik gritting his teeth, trying to get the submission…

Kyle makes the ropes!

Referee calls for the break, but Kryenik tells him where to shove it. He refuses to let go of the hold! Roberts is in serious trouble…

But he keeps crawling until both men are tangled in the ropes, crawling until his body starts to fall to the floor. It’s just enough to loosen Kryenik’s
grip and Kyle tumbles to the outside, damaged but free of the Branch Breaker. Referee warns Kryenik “What are you going to do, disqualify me?”

ROB MARTINEZ: Billy Kryenik taking full advantage of the REBEL rules for this contest. What does the champ left at this point?

Kryenik rolls to the outside and bashes Kyle’s face into the corner of the ring apron. He grabs him by the hair and takes him for a walk to the timekeeper’s
table… oh no! He puts Kyle on it, punching him. Stands on top — DRY LAKE THROUGH THE TABLE — Kyle is fighting! Roberts drops to his knees and hits
a LOW BLOW on Billy Kryenik! Kryenik stumbles off the table, holding his jimmy as Kyle steps to the ring apron, trying to shake the cobwebs free… ASAI
MOONSAULT TO KRYENIK ON THE FLOOR!

Both men are down, but here comes the ADRENALINE RUSH! Roberts gets to his feet first, reminding Billy that he is SMARTER than him! Kryenik gets rolled
into the ring as Kyle goes to the top rope? Kryenik gets up… POLAR-IZER FROM THE TOP! Roberts has Kryenik down! THE ROPES!

LIONSAULT!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

Near fall for Stylin’ Kyle Roberts there, but he doesn’t waste time preening. Chops to Billy, irish whip, tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Billy holding the back,
Kyle kicks him right there. Yeowch! Kyle picks his man up again, Moose Jaw Driver — Kryenik slips out of the back! Inverted powerbomb, KYLE ROLLS HIM
UP!

ONE!

TWO!

Kryenik gets out of that one! Both men back up, Kyle looking for the BEAR-TAMER! Can he get it… no, Kryenik uses his leg strength to send Kyle face-first
into the middle turnbuckle. CHARGE! Kryenik squashes Kyle against the middle turnbuckle, thigh-to-upper body and head style. He pulls the man out, throws
Roberts into the ropes and slaps his thigh! HOT SALVATION —

STYLESKICK —

BOTH MEN COLLAPSE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GAWWWWD! Stereo superkicks connect — for each man! Champion and challenger are down, referee with the standing ten-count! Will either
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answer the count? This crowd trying to rally Kyle to his feet!

Referee is up to four, neither man stirring. Both are down and out, each caught perfectly. FIVE! Wait a minute, Kryenik is stirring… SIX! SEVEN! He’s
getting up! EIGHT! NINE!

KYLE KIPS UP!

Kryenik looks on in rage and fires a right hand, Kyle blocks and fires one back of his own! Kryenik with another one, Kyle blocks and

EYE POKE!

To a thunderous pop! Kyle smirks, baby, and then lifts Kryenik up for a MOOSE JAW DRIVER! CONNECTS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

NO!

Kryenik kicks out. Kyle holds up three fingers, the referee assures him it was only two. Kyle showing signs of frustration, goes to pick Kryenik up —
DRY LAKE

KYLE DOESN’T ESCAPE THIS ONE!

Kryenik can’t make the cover immediately… he gets an arm over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

BILLY KRYENIK HAS WON THIS — wait a minute, Billy Kryenik thinks he’s won the match… but the referee is pointing to Kyle’s foot on the bottom rope!
Roberts with just enough to know he was close enough to the ring. Kryenik yells at the referee, but it’s not a three-count. Billy Kryenik is NOT the REBEL
world champion… but that might not last long! Kryenik picks Kyle up, what’s this?

Oh no!

DEATHROW DRIVER! A message to Kryenik’s former partner!

No, Kyle kicks! He’s struggling! Holy hell! Kyle powers UP out of the piledriver, but doesn’t back drop Kryenik! SETTING THE MAN UP! EMERALD FUSIONNNNN!
No, Kryenik reaches out and grabs the middle rope to screw things up, then gets free! ROLLS UP ROBERTS FOR ONE, TWO…

ROBERTS ROLLS THROUGH! HE’S GOT THE LEGS!

TURNS HIM OVER INTO THE BEAR-TAMER!

Kryenik is in HUGE pain here, Kyle holding the move! Kryenik reaching out, he can see the bottom rope, he’s only a foot away! He tries to crawl, tries to
get there as Kyle leans back, mouth open in a roar as he tries to put the challenger away at last!

Kryenik reaches…

And gets the ropes.

Crowd deflates…

Until Kyle says “(BLEEP) YOU, KRYENIK!” and simply walks the man, in the hold, to the middle of the ring! Kryenik thought he was free, but Kyle’s going
to repay the non-rope break from earlier! Roberts kneels down, driving his knee in the back and bending Kryenik at an impossible angle in TRUE, classic
Liontamer fashion! “AHHHHHHH!”

Kryenik still holding on!

Roberts screaming in awesome fury!

KRYENIK TAPS! KRYENIK TAPS! IT’S OVER!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and STILL World Heavyweight Champion… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERRRRRRTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has retained the World title against a fighting Billy Kryenik! Kyle Roberts adds another title defense to his reign,
and he does it in emphatic fashion! Bear-Tamer, center of the ring. It doesn’t get much better than this folks!

Kryenik has rolled out of the ring, holding his back in pain. A bloodied Kyle holds the REBEL title up and gets on the microphone, leaning over the top
rope.

STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS: Hey! Hey Billy bitchcakes! I got another two words for you: “TAPPED OUT!” Now get the hell out of my promotion!

Kryenik loses his temper, but security are out to haul him out. Crowd chants “YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!”, then segues into “GOODBYE!” Kyle Roberts
stands tall, bloody but for once, not beaten to shit after a title match. He is YOUR World Heavyweight Champion, folks! And this crowd loves it.

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Prove Your Worth
09/11/2007
Barbwire Match for the REBEL Carolina’s Championship: Mark Kingston vs (C) Dio Muerte

The ring is set up, and intermission is over. Fans have sold out the merchandise stands. Barbed wire has replaced the ropes. The fans murmur in anticipations
as Jenny Jersey gets in the ring (VERY carefully)

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Carolina’s title. This match is a No Ropes Barbed Wire Match!
Huge pop for that, but replaced by boos when “Bullet With a Name” plays.

JENNY JERSEY: First, the challenger, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at two hundred and seventy two pounds. He is MARK KINGSTON!

Taking care to avoid the barbs (from the wire and the crowd) Kingston gets in the ring and focuses on the entrance, waiting for the champ. AKforty plays
the champ to the ring, and the fans show their appreciation.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, he is the Rebel Carolinas Champion. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds. From Hollywood, Florida: DIO MUERTE!
Muerte slides in the ring, barely missing the wire. He marches straight to Kingston and the two men lock eyes. Referee Alan Stone breaks the two men up.
He takes the belt from Muerte and holds it up for the crowd to see. The bell rings and the two men lock up. Muerte grabs a headlock, and tries to drag
Kingston over to the wire. Kingston punches Muerte in the kidney, then tries to push him into the wire. Muerte stops himself just in time. He turns and
glares at his smirking opponent. The two men cautiously lock up again. Kingston gets the advantage, grabs a waist lock and takes Dio to the mat. He slaps
on an armbar, and torques back on it. Dio almost reaches for the ropes to break, then catches himself. Instead he jabs a thumb into Kingston’s eye, breaking
the hold. Both men get to their feet, and eye each other warily.

ROB MARTINEZ: More wrestling here than most would have expected. The thing is, these two guys are going to have to pull out every reversal they know to
avoid being sent into the wire. There is no doubt there will be blood tonight, but there is also a ton of strategy at play here.

They go for a lock up again, but Kingston fakes, goes behind and hits a German suplex! Dio writhes in pain as Kingston drops an elbow. He covers, but only
gets a one count. Dio quickly tries to get back to his feet, but Kingston meets him with a big boot that knocks Dio for a loop. The champ teeters for a
second, dangerously close to the wire. The fans tense up, ready for the first opponent hit the wire. But Dio regains his footing, much to the disappointment
of the crowd. Kingston drives his forearm into Dio’s face, driving the champion back. He hits another, and another, pushing Dio closer and closer to the
barbed wire. Kingston goes for one more shot, but Dio ducks, and hits a double leg take down! Kingston goes crashing…

… to the mat. Just inches away from the wire. A few groans from the crowd. A “We want blood” chant starts up. Kingston gets to his feet, looking a bit
angry, and turns to level his opponent, but is instead met by a shuffle sidekick, which knocks the challenger back

INTO THE WIRE!

Kingston yells out in pain as the barbs pierce his flesh, and the fans are overjoyed to see the wire come into play. Before Kingston can free himself from
the wire, Dio comes back with a body press. It doesn’t knock Kingston to the floor, but it does push him deeper into the wire. Dio hits the mat, but is
back up quick to press the advantage. With a quick yank he pulls Kingston off the wire, leaving behind blood and a bit of flesh. A boot to the gut and
Kingston is doubled over, Dio setting up for a powerbomb…

Kingston with a back body drop! And now Dio tastes the wire for the first time! Dio is caught up in the wire, upside down, and Kingston takes advantage,
laying in with kicks to the champion. He pulls Dio off the wire, then hits 100 Proof! Dio goes face first into the barbed wire! This gets an “oooo” from
the fans, but only a two count when he goes for the pin. Kingston thought he had him there, but he does not waste any time. Before Dio can have any hope
of recovery, Kingston slaps on the Kingston Clutch! Dio is in a world of hurt here, and a rope break won’t help him much. Referee Stone checks for a submission,
but Dio refuses to let up. Kingston cinches in on the hold, waiting for the champ to either give up or pass out. Using his legs, Dio has managed to inch
his way to the ropes, but with his arms tied up, there’s no way to reach out, even if he WANTED to!

ROB MARTINEZ: A smart move by Kingston here! He knows Dio is damned no matter what he does. The camp may have no alternative but to tap out.

Dio seems to have other ideas. He tries to get to his knees. Kingston presses down harder, but fails to keep Dio down. Dio lessens the pressure a bit, but
not enough to break the hold. Instead he leans forward, forcing Kingston to lean over to keep the hold locked in. Dio drops down suddenly, taking Kingston
down too..

Face first into the wire!

Needless to say, the hold is broken. Both men “got color” now, and neither shows signs of quitting. It’s Dio’s turn to stalk his opponent. Kingston gets
to his feet and turns to receive a clothesline that knocks him into the wire once again! Dio presses the advantage, and locks Kingston up for a Fisherman’s
Brainbuster! A cover!

One!

Two!

Kingston gets the shoulder up! The blood loss kept Dio from getting full impact on the move, and the adrenaline kept Kingston from quitting. Dio goes to
the top turnbuckle, looking for a frog splash, but Kingston is back up, and he knocks Dio off the top rope to the floor! Dio lands in a heap, and Kingston
takes some time to recover. After what seems like a lifetime, Dio finally stirs, but Kingston has slid out of the ring to meet him. Dio is dragged to his
feet, and set up for a powerbomb… No! Kingston instead tosses him into the ring post! A sick thud as Dio connects, and he crumples to the floor. Though
bloody and dazed, Kingston keeps up the momentum. He hoists Dio up again, only this time he tosses him into the wire! Boos mixed with “Holy Shit” greet
the challenger, who seems to sport the faintest hint of a smile under all the gore. Dio manages to pull himself off the wire and climb/fall into the ring.
Kingston slides in and goes for a cover!

One!

TWO!

New Champion Thr- NO!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOW BAD DOES DIO WANT TO KEEP HIS TITLE?!?!?

Bad enough to get a foot on the bottom wire. Damn.

Kingston, furious now, pounces, and drives Dio’s foot against the wire before he can really react. The wire seems to be cutting into his foot, and Dio yells
out in pain. Referee Stone is helpless to stop this, but Dio kicks Kingston in the head with his free leg. Kingston gets his bearings as Dio tries to get
up, but he can’t put weight on his foot, thanks to the cuts. Kingston hits the prone champ with a leg lariat, and covers!

One!

Two!

DIO KICKS OUT!

Kingston is livid now. He argues with Referee Stone, who has little pity for the challenger. Kingston turns to his opponent, drags him up, and sets him
up for a piledriver, but Dio reverses! He goes for a hurricarana, but Kingston dead weights him, and Dio can’t get the man over. Kingston turns Dio around,
and sets him up for an electric chair! Dio drives his fingers into the cut on Kingston’s forehead! More blood pours out, and Kingston loses his balance
just long enough for Dio to hit a reverse rana!

Sending Kingston into the wire! The challenger is driven neck first into the barbed wire, opening up even more cuts. Dio doesn’t have time for that, as
he pulls the challenger off the ropes and hits the Demortalizer! Kingston is planted center ring, and the champion covers!

ONE!

TWO!!

KINGSTON GETS A SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio hits his signature move, but he just didn’t have enough behind it to put Kingston away! And at this point, Kingston is going to do ANYTHING
to get the Carolinas Championship!

Dio, still amazed that Kingston kicked out, goes up top for a frog splash! He sails through the air… and hits nothing but mat. Kingston rolls out of the
way, and retreats to a corner. he also seems to be fishing for something out of his boot…

ROB MARTINEZ: Kingston has wire cutters, and I don’t know what for. … Oh no…

Kingston cuts the wire away from the turnbuckle, and wraps a piece around his forearm. Dio gets to his feet unaware of what is waiting. He turns around
and is nailed by a wire-assisted lariat! The champ goes down hard, and the challenger is trying to get the wire off his arm before he goes for the pin!
ROB MARTINEZ: That move may have backfired! Dio is down, but Kingston is bleeding from his arm!

Indeed, but nothing is spurting out, so the match continues. Kingston covers the champion! Stone counts! One… two… Dio gets a shoulder up! Kingston
took to long to get the wire off, and it cost him. Dio tries to get to his feet, but Kingston stomps the champs injured foot, knocking him back down. Kingston
takes the piece of wire and wraps it around Dio’s head, then drives him face first into the mat! He pulls him back up and drives him down again! More blood
pours from the face of the champion, and the REBEL ring is looking like a war zone right now. Kingston tries to drive Dio down once more, but gets a punch
to the gut. Then another. And another. He’s forced to let go. Dio knows he only has a moment, so he headbutts Kingston.

Dio’s head is still wrapped in wire.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know who that hurt more!

It’s hard to say at this point. Stone tries to help pull the two men apart, his referee’s shirt now stained red as a result. The two competitors hobble
to their feet, and trade punches, this match now becoming about more than just a title. Neither man willing to go down, Dio finally staggers Kingston with
a stiff right to the jaw, then goes for a side kick! Kingston ducks, side steps, then nails Dio with the big boot! The champ is down, and Kingston is setting
up for The Richmond Lariat! Dio staggers to his feet and turns around to see the two hundred and seventy two pound challenger charge!

And it’s Dio’s turn to side step. Kingston manages to stop himself before he crashes into the barbed wire again, but turns around and receives a boot to
the gut! The challenger is doubled over, and Dio hits a Brainbuster! But he doesn’t go for the pin. Instead setting up for a crossface… Only he places
the wire across Kingston’s throat! Kingston fights the hold, not just to save the match, but his life! Referee Stone looks for a submission, (or arterial
spray) and the fans are on their feet! Blood pours out of both men!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn it Mark! Is the title worth your life?!?!

Referee Stone asks the same question. Kingston doesn’t answer him immediately. But after what seems like an eternity, the challenger is forced to tap out!
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner, and STILL Carolinas Champion: DIO MUERTE!

The fans seemed to like the match. The competitors, on the other hand… Well it’s hard to tell. Referees and officials have swarmed the ring, along with
medical personnel to tend to the wounded. But all that matters is:

Mark Kingston has proved he’ll go to hell and back to get the belt. But he won’t get it tonight. Dio Muerte is still champion.

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Best of the Best
10/02/2007
REBEL World Tag Team Championship: Circle K Nordic Connection vs TNA

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the finals of the Best of the Best Tournament! The winners of this match
will become the NEW REBEL PRO WORLD Tag team champions!

“Superfly” hits the speakers, which can only mean one thing…

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, making their way to the ring area, at a combined weight of four hundred and ninety eight pounds: The team of The Assman
Mike Trey and Dr. Tittylover – TNA!!!

A huge pop for TNA as they climb into the ring for the biggest match either man has had so far in REBEL. But there is an equal amount of affection for their
opponents…

WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT! NO, WE AIN’T GONNA TAKE IT! WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, ANYMORE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, accompanied by Ian Smith. They weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred and seven pounds. They are Mr. Berzerker,
and Warren, the Circle K Nordic Connection!

And here they come to ringside… looking like they just stepped out of an early Motley Crue video. The hair… the clothes… the horror… Ian Smith does
not look amused, but he’s one step away from the REBEL Tag titles, so he’ll put up with a bit. Referee Dale McDonald is handling this match. He makes sure
both teams are aware of what’s a stake, then calls for the bell! Warren starts off with Assman, as the two men lock up. Assman with the headlock, Warren
pushes out of it. Assman hits the ropes, and rebounds back, shoulder blocking Warren to the mat. Assman hits the ropes again, Warren leapfrogs him, and
catches Assman from behind with a dropkick, sending him through the ropes to the floor. Warren slides out of the ring, Assman slides back in. Warren slides
in, Assman goes out. This goes on for about a minute, until Assman wises up, and catches Warren coming back into the ring with an elbow drop. He goes for
a cover, but Warren kicks out at one. He springs back to his feet, nails a boot to the gut, and catches Assman with a jawbreaker! Mike Trey goes down,
Warren covers, but only gets a one count. Assman springs up to his feet! Warren is ready for him, locking on a headlock. Assman pushes out, Warren hits
the ropes, Assman hits the opposite ropes, and the two men criss cross, Warren not noticing that Dr. Tittylover making a blind tag. Warren runs right into
Bootzilla! The slackers head is nearly taken off, and the crowd is on their feet! Dr. Tittylover takes a second to acknowledge the crowd, but doesn’t notice
that Warren was knocked toward his own corner. And is able to tag in his partner. Tittylover turns around to see the near seven foot monster looking down
on him.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he was expecting Warren, not him!

Dr. Tittylover, to his credit, does not back down. Mr. Berzerker doesn’t back away from anything. They meet center ring and exchange forearm shots, neither
man moving. Berzerker whips Tittylover to the ropes, and tries to catch him with a clothesline. Tittylover ducks, hits the opposite ropes, and goes for
another big boot. Berzerker moves to the left, and catches Tittylover in a back suplex! Tittylover gets loose and lands on his feet! He grabs Berzerker
for a German suplex… Berzerker with an elbow to the side of Tittylover’s head! Berzerker now going for a double handed choke! Tittylover with a boot
to the gut, forcing the break! Tittylover goes for BLACK POWER! Berzerker is too heavy! Tittylover drops the big Finn, and gets a stiff head butt! While
he staggers, Berzerker NAILS an Overhand hammer punch, and the good doctor is down! Berzerker drops an elbow and goes for the pin! One… two… KICK OUT!
Berzerker tries to keep up the advantage, scooping Dr. Tittylover up… SMALL PACKAGE! One… Two… Dr. Tittylover only gets two, and as he gets up, is
given a stiff kick to the side of the head! Berzerker whips Dr. Tittylover to the corner and tags in Warren! Warren goes to the top rope as Berzerker choke
bombs Dr. Tittylover! Warren with a senton! And a cover! One.. two… DR. TITTYLOVER WITH A KICK OUT! Ian Smith is not happy about that one, and he lets
the referee know how he feels. Warren tells the manager to chill out, and the fans helpfully shout “weasel” at Smith. This makes him angrier, but at least
he’s leaving the ref alone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian Smith looks like he just wants this match to end. He hates Warren, but would love to manage a champion!

Warren tries to slow the match down a bit by slapping an arm bar on Dr. Tittylover. However, the arm hasn’t really been worn down, and Warren is not really
strong enough to keep the larger opponent at bay. Dr. Tittylover gets to his feet and lifts up Warren for a back breaker… Berzerker in with a big boot,
knocking Tittylover down, with Warren on top for the cover! One… two… Assman in to break it up! The two teams glare at each other… Berzerker clotheslines
Assman over the top rope to the outside! Dr. Tittylover tries to help, but gets drop kicked by Warren into the ropes, and Berzerker knocks him out of the
ring with a HUGE shoulder tackle. Both of TNA are on the floor now. They try to get back to their feet as quickly as possible.. they look up just in time
to see Warren on the top rope…

SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE! All three men are down! The crowd is not sure who to cheer for, but they like what they just saw! Berzerker to the outside,
he tosses Warren back into the ring, then Dr. Tittylover. He glares at Assman, and looks ready to lay into him, but referee McDonald is there to break
it up. Warren goes back to the top rope, and dives off to hit Dr. Tittylover with a missile dropkick! He covers! One… two… Dr. Tittylover kicks out!
If Warren is frustrated, you couldn’t tell by the look on his face. He goes back to the top, this time going for a cross body block… Dr. Tittylover ducks,
and Warren crashes to the mat! Tittylover drags Warren up, and hits him with BLACK POWER! Warren planted in the mat, and Tittylover with a cover! One…
two… Warren gets a foot on the ropes. Tittylover whips Warren to the corner and tags in Assman. While Warren is held in place by Tittylover, Assman comes
crashing in with a butt butt! Tittylover follows up with a choke slam! BOTTOMS UP! Assman covers! One! … Two… Warren with a foot on the ropes again!
Assman drags Warren up, then hits him with a Russian Leg sweep! Warren is flat on his back. Dr. Tittylover is tagged back in, and he drops an elbow from
the second rope! He tags Assman back in, and holds Warren in place as Assman comes off the top rope with the ASS BOMB! A cover! One… two… Berzerker
in to break up the pin! Dr. Tittylover is in as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two teams have tried to show as much sportsmanship as possible, but with so much at stake, there’s bound to be tension.

Indeed. Dr. Tittylover and Berzerker start to throw some punches, and Dale McDonald tries to break things up. Ian Smith is shouting instructions that Berzerker
does not seem to hear. Finally the two men go back to their corners, leaving Assman and Warren to fight it out. Warren looks groggy as he gets to his feet…
Assman with a spinning bulldog! Warren goes down, and Assman goes for a cover! One… two… Warren gets a shoulder up at the last second! Assman wonders
what it’s going to take to win here as he drags Warren up for a suplex. Warren gets loose and floats over, and rolls up Assman! McDonald makes the count!
One… two… Assman is up! He lunges at Warren, who ducks behind and gets a school boy pin! One… two… Assman kicks out again! Warren goes for crucifix
pin! … Only to have it reversed into a Samoan drop! Warren’s little burst of adrenaline is done, and Assman looks to finish things off with a snap mare
driver! Warren driven into the mat, and Assman covers! But there’s no ref, as McDonald deals with Ian Smith, who is complaining about …. something. McDonald
finally sees the pinning situation, and races over, but only gets to two before Warren kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now come on! I know that Warren would not be happy getting a victory because his manager cheated. I don’t even think Berzerker would like
that.

Indeed, Berzerker looks confused, but he is more focused on his partner. Assman tags Dr. Tittylover back in. Dr. Tittylover to the top rope, and comes off
with a flying shoulder tackle on the prone Warren. PIMPS AHOY! Warren crashes to the mat, ands rolls back, just inches away from a tag to Berzerker! He
has his hand out, but is pulled back before he can make the much needed tag! Dr. Tittylover with a cover! One… two… SOMEHOW WARREN KICKS OUT! A look
of disbelief on both of TNA’s faces. Dr. Tittylover tags Assman back in, and holds Warren up for a clothesline. Assman charges, and Warren slips out at
the last second! Tittylover is down, and Warren is making the slow crawl to the corner to tag in his partner! But Assman cuts him off, and hauls up Warren
for a power bomb!

WARREN REVERSES WITH A HURRICANRANA! All three men are down, Berzerker stretches his arm out for the tag! Warren crawls.. slowly… Assman is back up..
he grabs Warren’s boot, tries to pull back… Warren with a boot to the jaw! Assman lets go, and Warren dives forward and

TAGS!!

Berzerker in the ring and he’s ready to let out all his frustrations! Assman is nearly knocked out of his boots by a clothesline! Dr. Tittylover is back
up, but gets sent back down with a Polish (Finnish??) Hammer! Assman comes off the ropes with a Lou Thesz press… Berzerker catches him with a bear hug!
Assman is flailed about as Berzerker cinches in with the hold! Dr. Tittylover is back up and breaks up the bear hug, only to get another head butt! Berzerker
with the Valhalla vice on the stunned Doctor! Assman jumps on Berzerker’s back with a sleeper hold! And Warren is back in , and he drags Assman off his
partner! The two smaller men trade shots, Assman looking for a neck breaker, but Warren escapes and hits a face buster! McDonald gets Warren out of the
ring, as Smith tries to tell Berzerker he has the submission hold on the wrong man. Warren races back to his corner, and slaps the back of Mr. Berzerker,
making himself the legal man. He tackles Assman, managing to hit a DDT! He covers! One.. two… Assman kicks out! Berzerker and Tittylover are still tangled
on the ropes! Warren goes for the Microwave Burrito Buster! Assman grabs the top rope, and Warren drops to the mat. He goes on the offensive, whipping
Warren into the ropes! Warren holds on, stopping his momentum! Assman charges, and Warren back body drops him over the top rope! But Assman lands on the
apron! Meanwhile, Berzerker and Tittylover are still grappling with each other! McDonald trying to physically get between the two men! Warren tries to
knock Assman to the floor with a forearm shot! Assman responds with a European Uppercut! Warren stumbles back, allowing Assman to climb back in the ring.
Assman looks like he’s about to hit Assassination… Warren reverses by grabbing the top rope! Assman crashes to his knees, and Warren dropkicks the prone
man right in the face! A cover! Ref is still busy with Berzerker and Tittylover! Warren drags Assman up and whips him to the ropes… Ian Smith is on the
ring apron, he has his shoe off and looks ready to clobber Assman with it… Assman with a reversal! Warren crashes into Ian Smith! A look of anger and
confusion on Warren’s face as he tries to figure out what Smith was thinking, but that doesn’t last as he’s hit with

ASS CRACKER!!!

Warren has all the air driven out of him, and Assman covers! McDonald finally has Tittylover and Berzerker separated, and makes the count!

ONE!!

Berzerker races over to break it up!

TWO!!!

Tittylover intercepts with a big boot! Both men crash to the floor!

THREE!!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, and NEW REBEL PRO World Tag Team Champions: TNA!!!

A huge pop for both teams, but TNA is handed the belts. Assman goes to the corner to salute the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! The fans loved both teams, but there could only be one winner! Too bad Ian Smith had to cost his team the win, as it could have
gone either way!

Dr. Tittylover looks to be in tears as he has the title belt on one arm, and the other wrapped around his daughter, who has been watching from the front
row. Assman joins his partner on the outside to celebrate the moment. Nothing is going to ruin this night. … For TNA at least. Inside the ring?

Ian Smith is berating Warren. The slacker is barely able to turn over before the manager is in his face, dressing him down for losing the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on! It’s Smith’s own fault the match ended the way it did!

Smith fails to see it that way. He slaps Warren in the face, drawing boos from the fans. Warren tries to keep his cool, but then gets slapped again. Berzerker
is confused, not sure who to help. Warren gets slapped one more time. Warren shrugs his shoulders, and says, “it’s cool”. he starts to walk out of the
ring, and gets slapped in the back of the head. Warren turns around quickly and boots Smith in the gut! A huge cheer as Warren sets up for the Microwave
Burrito Bust-

BERZERKER BREAKS IT UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell!

Berzerker may be confused, but he doesn’t want Smith hurt. Warren doesn’t have time to be surprised, as Berzerker lifts him up and..

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

WARREN GORILLA PRESSED TO THE CROWD! And he’s not caught by the fans this time.

TNA is your new tag champions.

But the last thing you see tonight is Warren under a pile of chairs as officials tend to him.

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Best of Rebel Pro 2007 Disc 3

Disc Three
NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW III: KING OF HARDCORE
10/16/2007
The Finals: Murcielago vs Ravager

ROB MARTINEZ: The two finalist are banged up. They have bled and one has gotten burned. A human pincushion as thumbtacks covered the body of Ravager. He
went through a flaming table. His opponent slept in a bed of nails. Two guys who over the past two months have been nothing but disappointed. Both men
losing two World title matches. Ravager losing both matches, one which he came in the World Champ, only to be defeated by Donovan Astros two matches in
a row. Kyle Roberts defeated Murcielago twice and has moved on to other challengers.

JACK JONES: This match will be another depressing disappointing match for one of these two men. You have to love the fact that one man will suffer through
three matches of hell… and leave with NOTHING but a broken body.

ROB MARTINEZ: No risk… no reward. Rick Garrett has stated that if the winner comes from REBEL… that man will receive a shot at any belt he chooses.
This is gonna be sickening.

BRING DA RUCKUS!

Wu Tang starts to play.Out walks a huge man wearing a black T-shirt that reads “Got Blood?” He is wearing special gloves, in order not to get his hands
sliced wide open. He is followed by his manager Enzo. They get to ringside and stare at the barbwire hell that awaits. Murcielago looks up at the barbwire
covered baseball bat hanging above the ring. Murcielago slides under the ring, barely missing the razor sharp barbs.

PATH!

Apocalyptica brings out the former two time NAPW champion. He is wearing an NAPW shirt, representing the company that has made him a World known superstar.
Ravager wastes no time getting to the ring. He has his hands taped up, and his wrists as well. His body smells slightly of charred flesh… He carefully
enters the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the FINALS of the King of Hardcore tournament! This match is a Barbwire Rope, Stairway to Hell match. Hanging above
the ring is a barbwire baseball bat. The match can only end when one competitor has retrieved the bat, at which time pinfalls and submissions will come
into play!

Introducing first… He is representing the NAPW! He is a former two time NAPW Heavyweight champion, a former two time NAPW Provincial champion. He weighs
in at two hundred ten pounds. Fighting out of Edmonton, Alberta by way of Brooklyn, New York. THIS IS RAVAGER!

The crowd explodes with cheers for the man they’ve watched go through very painful matches all night. The crowd does find some boos, maybe because he is
an NAPW guy.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing REBEL.

Murcielago comes over to Jenny, whispering something in her ear.

JENNY JERSEY: I stand corrected. His opponent, representing HIMSELF AND ONLY HIMSELF! He is a former REBEL Carolinas champion. He weighed in at two hundred
ninety pounds. He is fighting out of Manhattan, New York… he is MURCIELAGO!

They boo him crazy after stating he doesn’t want to represent REBEL. Ravager is totally the fan favorite now. Murcielago could careless. Referee Jimmy Johnson,
dressed accordingly, calls for the bell.

JACK JONES: Someone might die here! Would we be world famous too for calling the match?

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d rather be world famous for other reasons.

JACK JONES: PFFT! Maybe, but you’ll never make it in porn, so this is your best bet!

Ravager and Murcielago stare each other down. The crowd is chanting for Ravager. They get close and tie up. Murcielago uses his height and weight advantage
to push Ravager backward and onto his back. Ravager lands a mere two feet away from the barbwire. Murcielago poses a bit, showing off his massive arms.
Ravager doesn’t seem to be the least bit impressed. He stands up and goes toward Murcielago. Murc charges with a clothesline.. COUNTERED INTO A DROP TOE
HOLD. Murcielago falls a few inches short of getting barbwire in the face. Ravager doesn’t take long, applying The Garotte. He can’t get it hooked in well
as Murcielago fights him off. Ravager drops that strategy and stomps the bejezzus out of the head of Murcielago. AGAIN! Murcielago holds his head. Ravager
calls for a ring attendant to hand him the ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: The ladder is in play and Ravager quickly..

JACK JONES: He quickly Gorilla presses the ladder, dropping it on Murcielago.

Murcielago yells in pain. Ravager takes the ladder, lays it flat down, and places Murcielago’s head on top of it. He stomps hard, and this is a variation
of THE SILENCER! But Murc moves, and Ravager nails the ladder in an odd fashion. Ravager goes down and holds his ankle. Murcielago gets up and stalks over
Ravager. Murcielago stomps the ankle. Another stomp. Murcielago takes the ladder and sticks the ankle in the middle. He takes one side and slams it down,
but before it closes Ravager removes his foot. Ravager tries to get up quickly. He attempts a quick to Murcielago’s midsection but his good foot is caught.
Murc pulls Ravager in, grabs him and SPINE BUSTER ON THE LADDER! Ravager is in a great amount of pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man that looked painful!

JACK JONES: Ravager will survive this match. He better!

ROB MARTINEZ: You bet on him didn’t you.

JACK JONES: I gamble so much, a mere grand isn’t considered an actual bet anymore.

Murcielago is in the drivers seat and picks up the former NAPW champ. He throws Ravager into the ropes, but Ravager attempts going low and sliding out of
the ring. Attempts is the key word. Ravagers shirt is ripped open as he exits. Enzo is told by Murcielago to get him back in the ring. Murcielago in the
mean time is trying to set up the ladder. The ladder’s leg is bent and Murc is trying to make it usable. Enzo kicks Ravager, who has left blood on the
ring side floor. Ravager gets up and nails some STIFF HEADBUTTS to the manager of Murcielago. Ravager then sees something out the corner of his eye.

JACK JONES: Not again?

ROB MARTINEZ: LET RAVAGER REIGN! LIIIGGHTT TUBES!

Enzo meet light tube. Light tube meet ENZO! The glass shatters over the forehead of Enzo. Ravager grabs another couple, placing them in the corner of the
ring. Murcielago doesn’t notice. Enzo is bleeding badly and being taken to the back. Murc is still trying to get the ladder working. Ravager gets in the
ring and tries to sneak behind Murcielago. A sixth sense lets Murc know, and Ravager eats a powerful back elbow from Murc. Ravager backs up and gets nailed
in the stomach. Ravager gets picked up for a POWERBOMB… BUT HE PUNCHES MURCIELAGO IN THE HEAD.

Ravager tries to climb the ladder, and gets up half way before Murcielago rises. Murc eats a boot from Ravager. Ravager dives at Murcielago, but Murc catches
him. He has him in a body slam position… WAIT, HE FLIPS HIM UP IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY! Murcielago walks the much lighter Ravager near the ropes. Ravager
gets spun in mid air and DEFCON ONE ON THE BARBWIRE! That move was similar to Marc Mero’s old TKO move. But on BARBWIRE! Ravager hits stomach first on
the apron snapping the barbwire ropes top portion. Ravager is laying on the floor, with blood soaking his torn shirt. His back is cut from earlier, now
his front is shredded.

JACK JONES: That was (BLEEP) believable. Did you see that?

ROB MARTINEZ: ….

The traditional “Holy Shit” rings out pretty much through out the arena. Murcielago is smiling with sadistic happiness. Ravager tries to move and get back
in the ring, but how can he be able to continue. Ravager sees a chair hanging out under the ring. He gets it, hiding it almost. Murcielago comes over to
get his opponent into the ring and BAM! Steel chair meets Murcielago’s skull. Murcielago falls backward and Ravager gets in the ring. It takes him a few
seconds, as he avoids the barbwire. Ravager gets on top of Murc for the pin. Barely a one count. Murcielago punches Ravager in the head. Ravager gets up
first, and kicks the now bloody head of Murcielago. Ravager gets the light tubes he set up in the corner. They’re in the middle of the ring and Murcielago
rises. Boot to Murcielago’s gut and DDT ON THE LIGHT TUBES! The explode in the face of Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ravager gave Murc his receipt!

This match continues and is getting quite violent. Ravager doesn’t look like he has a plan and just punches the cut head of Murcielago. Murcielago gets
to his knees and fires back. Murcielago creates enough separation and gets up. Ravager gets blocked trying a roaring elbow. Murcielago spins Ravager around
and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Murcielago exits the ring from the side with lacking the barbwire top rope. He finds a table under the ring… WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE!
He throws it in the ring carefully. Murcielago sets the table up and picks up Ravager. He again has Ravager in a powerbomb position, but this time doesn’t
even get to lift him. Ravager with a desperation low blow. Ravager is bleeding badly. He is burned from the earlier match. He some how is climbing the
ladder though. Enzo comes back out, bandaged up. He has barbwire clippers.

JACK JONES: Enzo is cutting down the already hanging barbwire.

Murcielago goes over and grabs the strands. Ravager is near the top of the ladder. He has the baseball bat covered in barbwire. Murcielago climbs the other
side of the ladder and wraps the barbwire around the head and neck of Ravager. Ravager is struggling to stop him. Ravager tries to nail him with the bat.
The ladder begins to tilt…

THEY FALL THROUGH THE TABLE! HOLY (BLEEP) SHIT! Barbwire everywhere!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! MY GOD! THE CROWD HAS NOT SAT DOWN! BOTH MEN — BOTH MEN FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER, STRAIGHT THROUGH A BARBED WIRE TABLE!

JACK JONES: HOLY HELLLLL!

ROB MARTINEZ: And I can’t — I can’t see what’s — wait a minute! A count? There’s a count! ONE… TWO.. THREE!

JACK JONES: WHO WON?

ROB MARTINEZ: I… I’m not entirely sure, but referee Jimmy Johnson counted SOMEONE’S shoulders down! Neither man is moving!

Jimmy is talking to Jenny…

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… and the THE KING OF HARDCORE…

RAAAAVVVAGGEEER!

The crowd erupts. REBEL owner Rick Garrett and NAPW Commissioner Terry Brandon have come out to ringside, holding a big “KING OF HARDCORE” trophy… but
Ravager isn’t able to receive it. Murcielago. Ravager. Both men went through hell tonight are now tangled in barbed wire. Garrett yells “GET MORE HELP!”
The trainers are already out…

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know if it was worth it… Ravager is the King of Hardcore, possibly by virtue of a simple landing… but neither man is moving here,
Jack Attack. Both men are seriously hurt and I think we’re going to have to cut them out of the barbed wire.

JACK JONES: Well they signed up for this and knew it could end like this, but yeesh. On the other hand, my bookie won’t break buy viagra online my legs now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Shut up.

The crowd is standing as slowly, carefully, trainers begin to extricate the two bloody grapplers from their barbed wire hell. After minutes that seem like
hours, trainers begin to help Murcielago to the back. Another minute later, and Ravager has been pulled to his feet, arms around two trainers. Brandon
still has the trophy, now is not the time.

The crowd gives a standing ovation.

Ravager is the King of Hardcore.

At what price?

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High Incident
11/06/2007
REBEL World Championship: Jonathon Wehali vs (C) Kyle Roberts

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is one fall to a finish, and is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway. A pulsing beat hits the air as “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie begins to play
as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music.
The arena lights begin to strobe in sync to the music as the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo. The entrance explodes as spikes of red pyros fire
into the air. As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Jonathon Wehali steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face. Keeping his
eyes upon the ring, Jonathon makes his way down the ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: The challenger fighting out of Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at two hundred sixty pounds, and stands six feet nine inches tall. He
is JONATHON WEHALI!

Once at ringside Jon springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion
of red pyros as the song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the Sex Girls return to the back as Wehali takes his corner to await the entrance
of his opponent.

I AM THE MAN!

And the champion walks through the entrance way, getting loud cheers. He is alone, just how he likes it. He doesn’t need anyone, he doesn’t want anyone.
Unless, you know, six guys start kicking his ass… then the Celt’s are a handy piece of talent to have around. Kyle looks smug, and it’s an arrogant smugness.
He enters the ring and is wearing the gold World title belt proudly.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Fighting out of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada, he weighed in tonight at two hundred fifty nine pounds. He is the current
reigning, and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two world class wrestlers, fighting over a World title. Both on unstoppable paths. This match is going to go down, in history, REBEL history,
as one of the biggest World title matches ever. Buckle up baby!

Jimmie Johnson calls for the bell, and hands the REBEL World title belt to Jenny Jersey to place at ringside. Kyle Roberts and Jonathon Wehali go to the
center of the ring, as the crowd is in a complete and utter frenzy. No place anyone would rather be, than right here, right now, watching these warriors
face off. Wehali offers out his right hand in a show of respect. Kyle Roberts looks rather confused, and cautiously shakes the hand of the challenger.
They then circle each other and come together for a collar and elbow style lock up. The taller Wehali uses the length advantage to drive the World Champ
into the corner. Wehali unleashes a wicked back elbow to the head of Kyle Roberts. Kyle checks his head for blood, but doesn’t see any. Something else
he didn’t see was Wehali’s forearm coming toward his head. Kyle is groggy early. Jonathon Wehali steps back a bit and charges at Kyle with a lariat, but
Kyle reverses with a drop toe hold that sends Wehali’s head into the back part of the corner, hitting his head on the post part. Kyle rolls up Wehali,
and Jimmy Johnson counts…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Early going and Kyle is already looking to finish.

Wehali gets up quickly, as does Roberts. The crowd goes crazy with cheers for the champ who locks eyes with Jonathon, and then does his patent pending “Smarter
than you” pose! Wehali and Kyle tie up again, this time, Kyle using his left leg in between Wehali’s legs to trip the big man. Kyle wastes little time
hitting the ropes and bouncing backward with a BEAUTIFUL MOONSAULT, known specifically as the Lion Sault. Another cover by the champ.

ONE!

TWO! And that’s it. Quickly getting his shoulder up is Jonathon Wehali. Kyle gets up hits the ropes again, Lion Sault for the second time, but this time
Kyle’s ribs eat some Nightmarish Knees! The crowd “OOOO’s” as they see Kyle roll on the mat in pain. The artist formerly known as Orochi, and Nightmare,
rises to a great ovation. He stands over the champion, as Kyle tries to stand up. Wehali bounces off the ropes, SHINING WIZARD ON KYLE ROBERTS! Jonathon
Wehali makes his first cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle doesn’t lose his belt just yet, but with Wehali bringing a mixed blend of offense, is it just a matter of time?

Kyle Roberts is one resilient and hairy bastard! Well HE IS! Wehali is no rookie, he stays cool, calm, collected and calculating. Kyle tries sitting up
again, and receives a kick to the middle of his back. AGAIN! And one more for the charm, this one landing at the back of Kyle’s head! Wehali quickly picks
up Kyle by his head and throws him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. SLING BLADE! That’s Wehali’s version of a Catching Headlock Sleeper Hold Slam! A
cover!

ONE!

TWO!

A little too close to the ropes. Kyle places his boot on the bottom one, and the match continues. Wehali does seem a bit discouraged, wanting to end the
match early so he can celebrate with his family, but that will have to wait for now it seems. Kyle gets lifted to his feet, but he shoots off some elbows
to the midsection of Wehali. Kyle shoots Wehali into the ropes, and drops Wehali with a drop kick to the knees. Kyle gets up quickly, dropping a leg drop
to the back of Jonathon’s head. Kyle wastes little time fixing on a submission hold. This one in particular is the Camel Clutch. Problem with this hold?
Wehali’s legs are under the ropes. Jimmie Johnson asks politely for a break, but Kyle seems a little confused and keeps the hold on. He is arguing with
the referee, but finally relinquishes the hold. He stands up, then drops all of his weight to the back of Wehali. The back seems to be Kyle’s main focus.
Kyle kicks Wehali in the back, as Wehali begins to get up. Wehali gets on his feet, and Kyle throws another wild kick, and he is not the martial arts expert,
as Wehali grabs the leg with ease. He spins Kyle and quickly grabs on the KOJI CLUTCH! They drop to the ground. Several seconds past, as Jonathon Wehali
cinches on the hold. Kyle’s head is turning blue, no wait, it’s purple… yeah, purple! Jimmie Johnson picks up the left arm of Kyle Roberts after communicating
with him seems null and void.

THE HAND DROPS ONCE!

The crowd is on it’s feet. Could this be the last seconds of the title reign of Kyle Roberts!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A SECOND TIME!

The fans are stunned, and only one more time and it’s over!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A THIRD TIME!

But a split second sooner, Jimmie Johnson notices Wehali’s foot is in the ropes. Sometimes it sucks to be tall. He voids the hand dropping, as neither man
can be in the ropes for a submission to be legit. Jonathon Wehali listens to Jimmie Johnson after releasing the hold. He simply nods, as to say, “Get the
fuck out of my way so I can finish this shit.” Wehali gets up, pissed off that his toe was under the ropes, and Kyle Roberts is still champ. Kyle is fighting
for air, and Wehali tries to make that a little tougher. He goes for the KATAHA-JIME! The Tazmission for folks who don’t know. Kyle is fighting it off,
and flips Wehali over. Kyle quickly puts on a Dragon Sleeper, to try and wear down the big man, and to catch his own breath. The crowd is watching a roller
coaster contest. Wehali tells Jimmie Johnson “NO”, as Jimmie asks for a date, wait.. no, he asks if Wehali wants to submit. Wehali uses his long legs to
his advantage, and KICKS KYLE IN THE HEAD! WHAT FLEXIBILITY! He just came straight up with it. Kyle is rocked backward. He charges at the rising Wehali,
who drop kicks Kyle. Kyle spills to the the outside with momentum. No count outs in REBEL. Unless Censorship rules are in effect that is. Kyle is propped
against the ringside railing, as fans give him love. Kyle still has a enough in him to let Wehali know that he is SMARTER THAN HIM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts isn’t in any position to be doubting ones intelligence.

Wehali comes after Kyle Roberts and they start to exchange blows on the outside. Rights and lefts, lefts and lefts, lefts and rights, if they have a punch
combination it’s being used. Kyle takes the brunt of it, as he is six inches smaller… shorter… well, you know, than Wehali. Kyle takes another one,
and leans over the time keepers table. Kyle turns around and DING! KYLE BOUNCES THE RING BELL OFF THE SKULL OF WEHALI! A desperation maneuver if there
ever was one. The crowd doesn’t seem to mind at all, cause it’s classic Stylin’ Kyle. And it’s REBEL BABY! Kyle enters back into the ring, and awaits the
possibly concussed, but not bleeding challenger, Jonathon Wehali. Wehali finally arises, and rolls into the ring. Kyle wastes little time pouncing on the
challenger. He belts him with stick kicks to the head, and then sets up Wehali for THE POLAR-IZER! After blatantly stealing one of Prince Darko’s pet moves,
Kyle has the big man down, and COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE FOURTHS OF A COUNT, BUT THE SHOULDER SHOOTS UP! No moon walking just yet, as Kyle can’t seem to get a pin fall on the big man. Wehali is picked up
but he gets out of Roberts grasp and places a clinch on the back of Kyle’s head, then drives a knee into the forehead of Kyle Roberts. Kyle is rocked,
the is hit with the IDOLIZER! The spinning neckbreaker by Wehali and a cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Could this be the end?

ONE!

TWO!

NO CIGAR!

The match continues, as Kyle fights off another attempted cover. A double axe handle to the back of Kyle’s head. A Koji Clutch? YES! Again he has it on,
but Kyle is in the ropes almost automatically. The hold is released, but Wehali doesn’t let the momentum leave him. He picks up Kyle in a wheel barrow
position, nailing a Belly to Back Wheelbarrow Facebuster, or as he calls it the CRASH THUNDER BUSTER! The cover? You betcha!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Everything being thrown at the champion, but nothing is getting those shoulders pinned!

Can Kyle Roberts survive this offensive attack? Kyle is stood up and he is put in the position for the Unprettier, but Kyle REVERSES IT! GRINGO KILLER ON
JONATHON WEHALI! Wehali is folded up like an accordion. Not sure if Kyle knows that move, or just did what came natural but it was effective. Kyle is slow
to cover, but finally does. The count.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

Kyle thought he had it. He really did. He picks up Wehali, and puts the big man on his shoulders. MOOSEJAW DRIVER? Nope, Wehali grabs the top ropes, as
Kyle was to close. Kyle is stuck… He tries doing the move over the top rope, but the death valley driver attempt is all for nothing. Wehali lands on
the apron, Kyle comes close, receiving a shoulder to the stomach. Wehali with a SUNSET FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE!

ONE!

TWO!

KYLE GETS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Anyone up for a late dinner? It might be awhile folks!

This match is back and forth. Both men get up slowly, and Wehali swings at Kyle. Kyle ducks grabs Wehali from behind and nails a PRETTY GERMAN SUPLEX! Kyle
gets up, and looks at the crowd, like “enough of this shit’. He goes outside and grabs the ring bell again, but as he enters the ring, Wehali hits him
with a spinning wheel kick. The bell lands in the middle of the ring, and out of the hands of Kyle. Wehali picks up Kyle and boots him in the stomach.
He boots Roberts in the stomach and is looking for the BROKEN ARROW! That’s Wehali’s finisher, the Double-Arm Butterfly Package Piledriver. But Kyle wiggles
out and trips Wehali. He hangs on to the legs, turning the big man over.

BEAR TAMER!

Wehali is in the middle of the ring, and Kyle has it on good. Wehali balls up his hands and tries to crawl. He moves a few inches. A bout two feet short
of the ropes. Another surge by Wehali. Kyle tries to hold his footing. Wehali’s balled up fists, straighten out. Will he do it?

HE…

MOVES A FEW INCHES CLOSER!

Kyle can’t stop the sheer determination of the legendary Jonathon Wehali. He is a few inches away. Can he hold on an get those few inches? Can he?

HE

MOVES

CLOSER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will he tap out? NO HE WON’T!

HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

The crowd goes nuts and it seems like they want this match to last forever. Kyle releases the hold and seems deflated. He looks at Wehali, who is grabbing
the middle and top ropes to get up. Kyle seems to be a deer in the headlights and doesn’t know what to do to finish him. Well maybe one move can!

EMERALD FUSION!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!! NO! NOT YET, SHOULDER UP! JONATHON WEHALI JUST KICKED OUT OF EMERALD FUSION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle didn’t hook the leg, and seems to be kicking himself.

Kyle looks like he hasn’t anything left. Wehali is moving, barely, but still moving. The crowd is in a frenzy. Wehali gets up, and motions to Kyle to BRING
IT ON! The man will not die. Kyle goes backs to basics, with his arsenal emptied out, and they tie up. Wehali gets the advantage, and puts on a side headlock.
He rides Kyle down, driving Kyle’s head into the mat. Wehali gets up and positions himself behind Kyle Roberts. Kyle gets up, but probably shouldn’t. KATAHA-JIME!
Kyle is trying to get out. He can’t. He is fading.

Jimmie Johnson checks the arm of Kyle Roberts.

It goes down, but doesn’t matter, cause Kyle swings his left leg between Wehali’s legs and hits him in the gonads. The move is released, and Kyle sees the
doubled over Wehali. He notices the ring bell. He hooks him in an Unprettier?

ROB MARTINEZ: Some fans know this move as the Unprettier, but in the NAPW, fans know this as… ASTROCIDE ON THE RING BELL! What the hell is Kyle doing?
He just did Donovan Astro’s pet move!

The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, and STILL REBEL World Champion! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Both men rise, Jonathon Wehali, much slower. He gave it his all tonight, but tonight was just a split second difference in who the champion is. Wehali stands
eye to eye with Roberts, and… extends his hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite the bell being used, Wehali knew full well what the rules were in REBEL, and respects the match Kyle gave him. Kyle shakes Jonathon’s
hand, in a show of sportsmanship that doesn’t take place very often in REBEL.

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High Incident
11/06/2007
Mark Kingston damn near dies!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is at the mercy of the champ here, ladies and gentlemen … Wait, Kingston is flipping him over – KINGSTON CLUTCH! He’s locked Dio in
the KINGSTON CLUTCH!

That’s right! The modified camel clutch is locked in tight! Twenty-five foot in the air and Dio Muerte is locked in the dreaded Kingston Clutch – NO! A
masked man has run down the aisle and scaled the scaffolding in record time. Kingston releases his submission hold just in time to turn around – SUPERKICK!
The masked man just super kicked Mark Kingston!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell? Who is that?

Fortunately Kingston landed back on the platform, but the masked man is putting the boots to him. Wait. He’s reaching into his pants.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rope? Why does the masked man have rope?

The crowd are booing like crazy as the masked man creates a noose with the length of rope, tying one end to the top of the scaffolding. By this time Dio
Muerte has gotten back to his feet as well, and the two men, Dio and the masked man are putting the boots to Mark Kingston. He tries to get back to his
feet, but the blows keep raining down – LOW BLOWS! One to each Dio Muerte and the masked man!

ROB MARTINEZ: Desperate times call for desperate measures!

Dio falls as Kingston gets back to his feet. The masked man is feeling the effects of that low blow, just like he feels the boot to the midsection BEFORE
HE’S THROWN FROM THE PLATFORM!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! The masked man just got tossed from the platform by Mark Kingston! Whoever it is, he’s out of it!

But Kingston can’t enjoy it too long as Dio Muerte nails him with a low blow of his own! The champ is doubled over in agony as Dio connects with a fisherman
buster! The platform rocks upon impact, but it’s still suspended above the ring. Dio looks down off the platform o see the masked man out cold in a pile
of broken tables, and

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a new anger flares in the mad man’s eyes. He grabs Kingston by the scalp again, dragging him back to his feet – COUNTER-PUNCH! Kingston
lands one to the midsection! The crowd cheer as the champ nails a haymaker to the face of Dio Muerte! The challenger is holding on for dear life, clutching
to that vertical pole on the platform as Mark Kingston continues wailing away with stiff rights. Dio’s rocking, but he’s still holding on as Kingston swings
once again – DUCKED! Well, dodged, but Dio comes back with a hard shot of his own. It catches Kingston by surprise, as does the knee to the midsection
that follows! Kingston takes a step back and Dio grabs him back hair and pants and THROWS HIM FROM THE PLATFORM – AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! Jenny
Jersey and Rob Martinez scatter.

The crowd fall silent as Mark Kingston lies motionless among the broken shards of the announcer’s table.

Dio Muerte has just hurled his opponent, his enemy clear of the ring. Twenty five foot down, crashing through the announcer’s table. But the man himself
is climbing down the scaffolding. There’s an eerie silence as Dio climbs into the ring, whereupon he helps the masked man back to his feet.

IT’S. JEFF. JAMES! HE’S BACK! REUNITED WITH DIO MUERTE!

The duo go to the outside, and grab up the title belt. Dio looks at it, and simply lays on the chest of the unconscious, Mark Kingston.

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TBA
11/13/2007
Falls Count Anywhere for the REBEL Carolina’s Title: Link Van Haggard vs (C) Mark Kingston

Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd gets quiet…

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE and for the REBEL Carolinas Championship! Introducing first! Weighing in at two-hundred and
seventy two pounds, from Richmond, Virginia! He is the REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion…MARK KINGSTON!

Nonpoints “Bullet With A Name” starts booming through the speakers and Mark Kingston comes out to a a screaming crowd. The Carolinas title is draped over
his shoulder and he makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands on his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And the challenger, from Napier, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at one-hundred and eighty pounds…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

”Super Trooper” by Abba starts to play and Link comes out from the back. Instantly the crowd starts to boo and Link just soaks it up. He then rushes the
ring and Kingston stands tall, nearly twice the size of Link Van Haggard. They get nose to nose and Kingston raises his title. Alan Stone pushes the two
apart and sends them to their respectful corners.

The bell rings and Link Van Haggard and Mark Kingston quickly end up in a collar elbow tie-up. Mark easily overpowers Link and sends him flying into the
corner. Kingston rushes and lands a corner clothesline on Haggard which drops him to the mat. Mark Kingston wants to finish this one early and lifts Haggard
up. Kingston hits the ropes and RICHMO- Van Haggard quickly jumps out of the way and dives out of the ring. Kingston was determined to end this before
it even started. Link climbs back into the ring and the two tie up once more. Link drops to the mat and Low Blow! Kingston drops to his knees and Link
hits the ropes…Dropkick to the back of Kingstons head. Link is trying to take control of this match. He drags Kingston to the apron and places him so
that his upper body is hanging outside of the ring. Link grabs hold of the ropes and KENTA KNEE right onto the spine of Mark Kingston!

REX CALIBER: What a knee shot from Link!

Kingston falls to the buy cialis online outside and holds his back in pain. Link starts to search under the ring and quickly slides out a table. He drags it over to the guard
rail and sets it up so that its being held up by the apron and the guard rail. Link walks over to Kingston and CLOTHESLINE out of nowhere! Kingston lays
Haggard out! He then lifts him up with one hand and drags him over to the table Link just set up. He’s setting up for a powerbomb! He lifts him up and
Haggard with a thumb to the eye! Kingston lets go of Haggard and tends to his eye. This gives Haggard a chance to get to his feet. Kingston turns around
and Link nails him with a hard right. Kingston shakes it off and plants Link with a hard left that causes him to stumble backward into the table. Kingston
senses an opportunity and rushes Haggard, driving a knee into his gut and quickly grabbing him in gut wrench position. The crowd knows what’s about to
happen and GUT WRENCH POWERBOMB through the table! Haggard is down! Kingston drops to the cover and this match may be over before it even started!

One!

Two!

CHET WHETTLESON: He may have him!

Thr-Link kicks out! Kingston seems a bit surprised and starts to check the ring for a weapon. He pulls out a chair and Link is starting to come back to
life. Kingston takes a moment to think about what he’s going to do next and just as Link gets to his feet…STEEL CHAIR to the head! The chair forms around
Links head and he collapses. The crowd is going wild and Kingston doesn’t go for a pin. He grabs hold of Link and starts to drag him toward the front of
the ring. He checks under the ring once again and slides out a table. He sets it up diagonal against the guard rail. He lifts Link up and gets a knee to
the ribs for his effort and DDT onto the concrete! Kingston falls limp and Haggard may of taken control of this match. Link climbs into the ring and Kingston
seems to be coming around. Kingston gets to one knee and Link hits the ropes… Springboard cross body! Haggard collides with Kingston and and quickly
bounces up to his feet. The crowd is booing, Kingston is slowly getting up and Link Van Haggard gives him a hard kick to the ribs. He then lifts him up
and leans him onto the table. Link runs to the opposite side and hops onto the railing…The crowd is yelling and Kingston to move and Link runs and FLYING
SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE! Link with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: He almost had him.

Link is in shock. The crowd is going wild! He grabs Kingston and drags him toward the entrance. He puts a few boots into his face and keeps dragging him..
They reach the curtain and Link lifts Kingston to his feet. Kingston with the thumb to the eye! He needs to regain control and he lays Haggard out with
a hard right. Kingston then grabs and throws him through the curtain, causing the metal frame to fall over onto Haggard. Link starts to crawl away and
Kingston hits him with a boot to the head. viagra online Kingston then walks over to the guard rail and grabs a chair from one of the fans. Link is on his hands and
knees and…STEEL CHAIR! Link falls back to the ground and Kingston can smell victory. He stands over Haggard and then locks in THE KINGSTON CLUTCH! There
are no rope breaks for Haggard! He has nowhere to go! This has to be it! Haggard is screaming! He’s struggling to stay in this! He’s going to tap! Kingston
is applying pressure!

LINK WITH A LOW BLOW! KINGSTON LETS GO!

CHET WHETTLESON: Ouch.

Kingston falls to the ground and Link gets to his feet, the Kingston Clutch obviously hurt him. Link climbs onto the guard rail again and BULLET THE BLUE
SKY! NOBODY HOME! KINGSTON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Kingston is pissed! He grabs a handful of Links hair and starts to drag him to the back. They make it
to the entrance of the Auditorium and Kingston slams Links face into the floor. Link rolls around, holding his face. Kingston starts to hit him with a
couple boots to the head and picks him up again only to take him down with a Triple Rib Breaker. Link is being torn apart! Kingston with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP? Kingston is in shock! He takes a few steps back and waits for Link to get to his feet…BIG BOOT! DODGED! Kingston hits the wall! Link with
the roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! Link has had enough! He kicks Kingston right in the jaw and walks out the front door! Kingston is getting angrier and rushes him! He opens the
door and SUPERKICK by Link! Kingston was caught off guard and is nearly decapitated! Link lifts up the dazed Kingston and PIN ‘EM, WIN ‘EM!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Link hits the floor in anger and starts to lift Kingston up…Elbow to the gut! Link lets go of Kingston and Kingston makes it to his feet. Hard right by
Kingston sends Link stumbling out onto the street. Kingston rushes and gives him a knee to the gut. Kingston drives his elbow into the back of Haggards
head…100 PROOF! Sitout Wheelbarrow Facebuster on the street! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Link somehow breaks the pin! Traffic is starting to
be interrupted and cars are starting to honk. Kingston looks over at a nearby driver who gives him the finger for holding traffic. Kingston then lifts
a limp Van Haggard and sends him FLYING into the his windshield! The windshield shatters and Link falls right onto the mans lap. Kingston then climbs onto
his hood and pulls Link out by his hair. He lifts him up and LINK WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER OFF THE CAR! Both men are lying on the street! Breathing
heavily and the ref has no choice but to start counting for a knock out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Cars are starting to honk more and a few people are getting irate. One guy even tried to attack the guys but security managed to stop him.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Link is starting to come back to life! Kingston is hardly moving!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kingston somehow starts coming back to life and is almost to one knee.

NINE!

Link makes it to his feet! Kingston is on one knee!

CHET WHETTLESON: I’M SPEECHLESS!

REX CALIBER: I once wrestled a female midget naked! But never in the street!

SHINING WIZARD! and Kingston is knocked right back down! Link with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! WAIT!

The Alan Stone is arguing with an angry driver! Link looks at the Alan Stone and now he is arguing with the driver! Kingston is back on his feet and notices
that Link isn’t paying attention! ELBOW to the back of the head! Kingston grabs a hold of Links hair and drags him across the street! Irish whip into a
mail box! Link crashes into it and it topples over. Kingston grabs hold of Link and POWERBOMB ONTO THE MAILBOX! Kingston with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! It would help if there was a referee! SIX! SEVEN! The referee finally comes back from the argument! ONE! Kickout! Kingston is pissed! He grabs
hold of Link and throws him into a nearby payphone. He grabs hold of the phone and starts to bash Link over the head. It busts him open and blood starts
to gush. Kingston then grabs hold of cord and wraps it around Links throat. Link starts to gasp for air. Kingston repeatedly sends fists into Links gash.
Link is struggling to breath! WAIT! Kingston applied too much pressure and the pay phone cord snapped! Link falls to the ground and tries to catch his
breath. Kingston takes the remaining cord and wraps it around Links neck again! LINK WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW! Link knows it is the only way to temporarily
stop Kingston and loves using it. Link crawls away from Kingston and regains his composure. He wipes the blood out of his eyes with his shirt and begins
to walk back toward Kingston. He picks up the payphone that is drenched in his own blood and WHAM! He smashes the phone onto the skull of Kingston. AND
AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND IT BREAKS IN TWO! Link grabs what seems to have the sharpest and and DRIVES it into Kingstons skull. Kingston is gushing!
Link is just DIGGING into Kingston’s head! And now the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: SHOULDER UP?

Kingston doesn’t want to lose! Somehow he got his shoulder up and Link wants to finish this! He smashes the phone against Kingstons head once again and
climbs onto the payphone! MOONSAULT! CONNECTS WITH KNEES! Link bounces off Kingstons knees and cries out in pain. Kingston is calling for it! He lifts
Link up and grabs a hold of his head…HE SMASHES IT INTO THE WINDOW OF…A KRISPY KREME STORE! The window doesn’t break however…SO KINGSTON DRIVES HIS
HEAD INTO IT AGAIN! The manager of the store runs out and is yelling! Kingston has had enough of this! Link is leaning onto the window! Kingston… THE
RICHMOND LARIAT THROUGH THE WINDOW! The manager starts to scream and yell! Kingston and Link are out! Kingston slowly raises his arm and lays it over Links
chest!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO!

LINK GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: Tough call for the kid.

CHET WHETTLESON: I know, so close, yet so far!

Kingston starts to yell. Kingston is struggling to get up and Link may not even know he broke http://viagraonline-genericmall.com/ out. Kingston is using his surroundings to pull himself up.
Link has rolled onto his stomach and is trying to push himself up to his feet. Kingston is back up and Link has barely lifted off the ground…Until Kingston
grabs hold of his shirt and lifts him up with one hand. Kingston grabs hold of Links face and starts yelling. “WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!?” and
with that he throws him over the counter causing him to crash into the doughnuts. Kingston follows closely and both men are behind the counter. Kingston
is lifting Link back to his feet and DOUGHNUT IN THE EYE! Kingston lets Link go and starts yelling! His eye is starting to burn and he’s searching for
a sink! He jumps the counter makes a run for the bathroom sink. Link sees an opportunity and quickly follows him. He opens the bathroom door and Kingston
is trying to rinse out his eye…LINK WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK! It causes Kingston to hit his forehead on the faucet, further busting him open. Kingston
lets out a painful scream and Link throws him face first into the mirror. It instantly shatters, Kingston getting covered in glass shards. Link takes off
his shit and wraps it around the base of one of the shards. He then grabs hold of Kingston’s head and DIGS the shard into his head. Kingston starts to
scream and blood starts to flow in insane amounts. Kingston out of instinct sends an elbow into Links gut which causes him to drop the shard. Kingston
then grabs hold of Link and throws him through one of the bathroom stalls. He starts to throw fist after first, each of them connecting with Links face.
He then starts to drag him to the bathroom door and Link with a chop block! Kingston falls to one knee and ENZIGURI! Kingston falls flat on his face! Kingston
though, off of pure adrenaline manages to quickly bounce up. Link darts out the bathroom and Kingston follows. They both make it back to the store where
the manager is still yelling. Link is being chased by Kingston and SUPERKICK! KINGSTON CATCHES IT! LINK WITH A MODIFIED ENZIGURI! Kingston starts to stumble
and Link hops onto the counter! Jumping Hurricanrana! Kingston refuses to let him! He has him up in powerbomb position and starts running toward the non-destroyed
front window…RUNNING POWER- HURRICANRANA THROUGH THE WINDOW! Kingston is laying on the outside motionless! Link is still inside the shop! He slowly climbs
outside and the Alan Stone is checking on Kingston… Link may win this! But where is he going!? Link walks away, through the alley on the side of the
shop! Kingston is laying there motionless and Link is gone! WAIT! ON THE ROOF OF THE STORE! LINK VAN HAGGARD! NO!!

CHET WHETTLESON: THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY!

BULLET THE BLUE SKY OFF THE ROOF!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Link Van Haggard is wins! He’s laying there motionless next to Kingston. The referee helps him up and raises his hand. Kingston hasn’t moved in a couple
of minutes and Link slowly starts walking back to the auditorium.

CHET WHETTLESON: You think we will get sued?

REX CALIBER: We just saw Warren exit the building. He has a check book in hand, and going outside.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEW REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPION, LINK VAN HAGGARD!

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TBA
11/13/2007
“The Show” steals more than the show!

Roberts, out of sheer instinct, pushes the ladder back into Young! Young staggers back, Roberts with a double leg takedown… Catapults Young into the exposed
turnbuckle! Young’s head makes a sickening thud against the exposed metal! He bounces back, and Roberts scoops Young up! He can barley hold him but somehow
manages

EMERALD FUSION!!

Roberts collapses in pain as he covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL REBEL World Champion, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBER—

Interrupted by Kid Rock’s COCKY! Out walks Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Jonathon Kurtis, Will Zaluki, Mandy and two other men. Those men are Warren who
is on a cell phone, and Donovan Astros, who is talking to Chad Kurtis, who is carrying his newly won cup. Kyle is standing, bloody as hell and wondering
about the commotion. He locks eyes with Astros, and doesn’t get off him.

CHET WHETTLESON: Damn, what is this about?

REX CALIBER: Maybe Chad wants to announce his title shot, Merrytime Massacre is the next event. Back in big Raleigh!

Warren is shaking his head, real nervous like. He doesn’t look like he is in charge, like he seemed earlier. He grabs a microphone.

WARREN: Ladies and gents, and Champ… Chad Kurtis has announced to me his title shot date.

REX CALIBER: Told you.

Kyle nods his head, but still seems confused. Massive blood lost doesn’t help. Astros grabs the mic.

DONOVAN ASTROS: Yeah, I gave Chad some friendly advice and with out further ado… Chad will face you, Champ, on NOVEMBER THE THIRTEENTH… TWO THOUSAND
SEVEN!

Kyle looks at Warren, who shakes his head yes.

WARREN: The rules say the holder can name the belt and the date of which the title match is. Dude.. I’m sorry… ring the bell.

REX CALIBER: HOLY SHIT! ASTROS IS SMARTER THAN ROBERTS!

CHET WHETTLESON: …..

The bell sounds and Chad enters the ring. Alan Stone grabs the belt back from Kyle Roberts. Chad hits a Lou Thesz press and begins assaulting Kyle with
fists. Astros throws a steel chair in the ring. Chad picks up Kyle Roberts, boot to the gut!

REX CALIBER: CK FUCKING FINALE ON A GOD DAMN CHAIR… I’M LOVING THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

IS THIS REAL?

ALAN STONES COUNT OF THREE MAKES IT REAL!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Astros enters the ring and does Kyle’s signature, “I’m Smarter Than You” temple pointing pose. Kyle is out COLD! The Mafia celebrate, and the ring is showered
with debris. The fans start to jump the railing. Chad grabs his World belt, as the boys from the back, everyone from wrestlers to security, surround the
Bluegrass Mafia and Donovan Astros. Warren looks like he is gonna cry outside the ring. His first day on the job ends in the most despicable display of
sportsmanship in REBEL history.

CHET WHETTLESON: I don’t know what to say. People are getting arrested, we have cops arriving in drones, as the security can’t hold the people back from
the backstage area. This is chaos… this is sickening chaos.

REX CALIBER; I’ve been in a riot, and it’s always better to be the man running toward the back, than the man lying beat in the ring. Anyways, Kyle loses
in his seventh defense just like me… Karma man.. karma!

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Merrytime Massacre
12/04/2007
Ladder Match for the REBEL Carolina’s Championship: Manny X vs (C) Link Van Haggard

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is a ladder match for the REBEL Carolinas Championship. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Los Angeles, California
and weighing in at two-hundred thirty-two pounds…MANNY X!

Jambi by Tool plays throughout the building and Manny X steps out from behind the curtain to a big ovation from the crowd. He makes his way down to the
ring and fans stick their hands over the barricade but Manny doesn’t acknowledge them. His eyes never move from the ladder that is positioned in the aisle.
He circles the ladder once and then slides into the ring and waits in his corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X looks all business here tonight. Could this be his night? Could he win the Carolinas Championship from Link Van Haggard?

REX CALIBER: I don’t know. Could this be my night though? I’ve been scoping out the crowd and I see some very eligible candidates to wrestle with Sexy Rexy
after the show. Especially her.

ROB MARTINEZ: She looks fresh out of high school!

REX CALIBER: Your point?

Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit booms from the speakers and Link Van Haggard steps out from behind the curtain wearing a tartan kilt and a leather jacket.
His title belt is slung over his shoulder. As he makes his way to the ring the boo birds rain down, but he keeps walking to the ring. He eyes the ladder
in the aisle, and then slides into the ring and hands his title belt to referee Dale McDonald. Dale gets the belt hung up and it’s raised up.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, hailing from Napier, New Zealand and weighing in at one-hundred eighty pounds, he is the REBEL Carolinas Champion, LINK
VAN HAGGARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Link looks all business too. Seeing the look on the faces of these two, this match could turn out to be a classic REBEL match.

REX CALIBER: I just want to see if somebody falls on their head in this match.

The bell rings and the match is on. The two make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Manny X is the more powerful of the two and http://canadianpharmacy-lowcost.com/ he gives Link
a few kicks to the chest doubling him over and then he gives him a hard elbow to the back of the head sending his face first into the mat. Manny then begins
stomping away at the back of Link Van Haggard’s head. Link rolls out of the way and scrambles to his feet, he then gives Manny X several hard right hands
to the face that send him back a few steps. Manny then comes back a thunderous right hand of his own the sends Link into the ropes. Manny runs towards
the ropes opposite of Link, bounces off of the ropes, and spears Link through the ropes and to the floor on the outside! The two begin to get up from the
floor, Manny X grabs the ring apron and hoists himself to his feet. Link crawls over to him and Manny grabs him by the hair and is about to come down with
a big right hand to the back of the head and Link lands a low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not the first time that we’ve seen Link gain the upper hand by using a low blow.

REX CALIBER: Link used a low blow three times in his last match. If he does that again I can’t see Manny X having any kids.

Manny X collapses to the floor after the low blow and Link goes on the offensive. He hits Manny in the back of the head with several hard knees and Manny
goes down to the floor again. Link walks away from Manny X and stands over by the stairs. Manny X gets to his knees and grabs the ring apron to hold himself
up. Link comes running in and lands a drop kick to the chest of Manny X again sending him to the floor. Link walks over to the ladder, takes it and slides
it into the ring. He picks up Manny X and rolls him into the ring, Link then follows. Link hits Manny with a hard right hand to the face and then lays
him on the ladder. Link goes to the top turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Link Van Haggard going to do here?

REX CALIBER: I can only imagine he’s going to jump off the top rope, but I could be wrong, I’m just watching to see if he falls on his head!

Link leaps off of the turnbuckle with a big body splash, MANNY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Link’s ribs and sternum slam into the ladder from the top rope. Manny
X gets to his feet and stomps on Link’s ribs as he rives in pain on the mat. Manny rolls to the outside and grabs a steel chair.

ROB MARTINEZ: As is a ladder wasn’t enough, he has to use a chair!

Manny slides back into the ring with the chair and lays it in the middle of the ring. Manny scoops Link off of the canvas and brings him over to the chair
and lands a big DDT on the chair! Manny then begins to lay in more stomps on Link. Manny kicks the chair out of the ring and then goes over and grabs the
ladder off of the mat and puts it where the chair was. Manny opens the ladder and then puts Link Van Haggard’s legs in between the ladder and then SLAMS
THE LADDER TOGETHER! Link’s legs could be broken! Manny rolls Link off of the ladder and then sets it up in the middle of the ring. Manny then begins climbing
the ladder and he takes his time doing so. Link uses the ropes to help himself get to his feet and he then walks over to the ladder and grabs Manny X on
the ladder. Manny is holding onto the ladder with everything he has, but Link some how power bombs Manny to the mat with authority! Manny is down, Link
falls backwards to the mat, both men are down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Link just saved the match and his title with that move. Out of desperation he slammed Manny X to the mat.

REX CALIBER: You do some real crazy shit when you’re desperate. You probably know about that Robby boy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Please don’t call me that Rex, thanks.

The two men slowly get to their feet, Link holding his ribs and gingerly standing on one leg, and Manny X holding the back of his neck. The two then begin
to exchange right hands, Link, Manny, Link, Manny, back and forth. Manny lands one right hand and then blocks a right hand from Link and lands another
right, and another right. Link is pushed against the ropes as Manny keeps laying in right hands to the face. Link with a rake of the eyes sends Manny X
stumbling backwards and then lands a clothesline that sends Manny to the canvas. Link hops up onto the second rope and lands a body splash onto Manny,
but it cost him. Link hurt his leg and his ribs before and he just remembered that after that move. Manny gets to his feet and Link begins to get to his.
Manny runs at Link and takes his legs out from under him with a swift kick to the back of that bad right leg. Link goes down and holds his leg. Manny slides
out of the ring and picks up the chair that he kicked out before. He goes back into the ring and Link starts pulling himself to his feet using the ladder.
Manny goes behind Link and then swings the chair taking out his right leg! Link goes down holding his leg again. Link is yelling in pain after that chair
shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny is targeting Link’s legs to try and limit the high flier.

REX CALIBER: Manny X is crazy, we’ve seen it before, he’ll cut you mang.

Manny lifts the chair above his head and brings it down onto Links leg and Link screams in pain again. Manny sees his opportunity open up so he drops the
chair and begins to climb the ladder again. He makes his way to the top of the ladder and Link Van Haggard has made it to his feet. Link grabs Manny’s
foot but the other foot kicks him in the face sending him stumbling backwards. Link goes back over to Manny X and grabs his foot again. Manny tries to
kick him but Link backs up and lands a low blow on Manny X. Link then lands a big NECKBREAKER OFF OF THE LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny sort of hurt his neck with that power bomb and Link was smart enough to go back to that neck.

REX CALIBER: Speaking of neck…

ROB MARTINEZ: REX! Let’s keep it below an X rating please.

Link lifts Manny X up off of the mat, he then gives him a right to the gut and then a swift kick to the gut doubling him over. Link then hops onto the second
rope again and lands a big leg drop on the back of Manny’s neck and Manny goes down to the mat hard. Link gets to his feet but holds his right leg after
landing the leg drop. Link walks over to the ladder and folds it up. He then takes it over to the turnbuckle and places the ladder against the turnbuckle.
Link then walks back over to Manny X, who is holding his neck still, and lifts him to his vertical base. Link pushes Manny into the corner and lands several
rights to the face. Link then whips Manny X hard into the ladder. Link then comes running at Manny X who moves out of the way. Link’s ribs meet that ladder
for a second time in this match. Manny goes and picks up the steel chair he was using before and whacks Link ‘s ribs with it as he leans up against the
ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Link was leaned against the ladder and then he was hit with a chair, that must’ve hurt badly, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

REX CALIBER: You ever hear of that guy who cut his arm off when he was pinned under a boulder? No? Ok. Yeah, that must’ve hurt Link bad, his ribs must be
hurtin’.

Manny then goes back to the legs to try and limit the high flying maneuvers that Link uses. Manny lands a snapmare and then rolls Link onto his stomach
and then tries to lock in a Boston Crab to try and weaken the legs even more. Link gets away though by rolling out of the ring. Manny X follows him outside
of the ring and the two begin to exchange right hands again. Link blocks a right from Manny and lands yet another low blow!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, that’s it, no kids for Manny X.

Link then whips Manny into the barricade and then follows it up with a running clothesline that makes Manny’s feet go up into the air. Link slides into
the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle closest to Manny X. Link with a HUGE BODY SPLASH OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Manny X is down, Link Van Haggard is down.
What a move, injured leg and ribs can’t hold Link from flying. Link gets up holding his ribs and he picks Manny X up off the floor and then whips him into
the stairs close by. Link limps over to the ring apron and goes under it and pulls a table out and a pop comes from the crowd. Link sets up the table right
next to the ring. He goes back to Manny X who is slouched against the ring stairs and rolls him onto the table. Link hits Manny with a few rights to the
face and then rolls into the ring. He goes to the top turnbuckle again, Link’s going to fly again. But Manny X rolls off of the table. Link hops off of
the turnbuckle and rolls to the outside of the ring. he grabs Manny and rolls him into the ring. Link slides in after him.

Link whips Manny against the ropes and goes from a drop kick, but Manny X holds onto the ropes. Manny rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring for
a second and out of nowhere he emerges with a pizza cutter! He slides back into the ring and Link is just getting back to his vertical base. Manny tries
to cut Link’s forehead but he grabs Manny’s hand as the pizza cutter was coming towards him. Link gives Manny a knee to the gut and then bounces off the
ropes and goes for a knee to the head but Manny lands a clothesline sending Link to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Manny X’s opportunity to use that pizza cutter.

REX CALIBER: Would you like your Link Van Haggard thinly sliced?

Manny rolls Link over onto his back and he then pins him to the mat and begins cutting up Link’s back with that pizza cutter! Link screams in pain and he
grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself out of the ring. Manny holds up the pizza cutter and the crowd gives him an ovation. Manny tosses the pizza cutter
out of the ring and grabs the steel chair again. He goes out of the ring to chase after Link. Manny swings the chair at Link but he misses and hits the
ring stairs and a loud bang echoes throughout the building. Link scrambles back into the ring and Manny X follows. Manny swings the chair for Link’s head
but he ducks and drives Manny into the turnbuckle and follows up with several shoulder thrusts to Manny’s ribs. Manny X dropped the chair when Link drove
him into the corner and now Link picks it up. Manny comes out of the corner and WHAM A THUNDEROUS CHAIR SHOT! Link with a huge chair shot to the head of
Manny X and he goes down in a heap. Link begins to climb the ladder slowly. Each rung on the ladder causes great pain for Link and his injured leg. Link
reaches the top rung of the ladder and Manny X begins to climb. Manny X reaches the top and the two exchange right hands. Manny grapples with Link, he
tries to get him onto his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Manny X going to do here? Those two are very high up!

REX CALIBER: Manny’s been gang bangin’ since ’94!

Link is on Manny’s shoulders and it looks like Manny is going to drop Link off of the ladder. But suddenly the ladder begins to tip over from the weight
being shifted to the side. The ladder has fallen and Manny X and Link Van Haggard have been sent through the table that was positioned at ringside! The
crowd goes wild and a chant starts up “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

ROB MARTINEZ: The two of them could very well be broken in half!

REX CALIBER: They didn’t land on their heads but shit, that’s good enough! One more time!

The two of the men are motionless under the wrecked table. A piece of the table begins to move and Link Van Haggard begins to crawl out from the wreckage.
Link begins to crawl into the ring. He uses the ropes to hoist himself to his feet. He then grabs the ladder and sets it up again in the middle of the
ring. Link’s ribs were injured before the fall through the table and now they’re only worse. Each rung causes much pain for Link Van Haggard. Manny X begins
to stir. Link continues up the ladder and Manny begins to crawl into the ring. Link reaches for the belt, Manny reaches for the ladder. Link grabs the
belt, Manny tries to grab Link’s foot, but Link gets the belt and pulls it down!

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

The referee raises Link Van Haggard’s hand and the boos rain down on him from the crowd. He exits the ring and makes his way back to the locker room and
the boos continue. Manny X gets to his feet in the ring, the medical staff come out to tend to him but he waves them off. He exits the ring to a positive
ovation from the crowd and he makes his way to the locker room.

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NAPW/REBEL Supershow IV: Ultimate Attrition
12/11/2007
Battle of the Egos II: Kyle Roberts vs Donovan Astros

FRANK WARBURTON: It is now time for the NAPW/REBEL Supershow MAINNNNN EVENNNNNT! Introducing first…

Darkness. Silence, other than the buzz of the crowd.

“Do not attempt to adjust the picture.”

The first guitar riff from “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour blares over the PA.

“We will control the horizontal.”

Guitar riff #2.

“We will control the vertical.”

BAM. Living Color kicks in full-force and Donovan Astros steps through the curtain to a torrent of boos, ready to go in his “walk of fame” tights. No jacket.
No smirk today. Astros looks angry, unhappy and even disgusted. He glares at a fan giving him hell on his way down the aisle, shaking his head.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first! From Los Angeles California, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds… the self-proclaimed “best wrestler
on God’s Green Earth” … ladies and gentlemen, he is DONOVAN ASTROOOOOOOOS!

Astros wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He raises his arms and then hits his corner, fixing his glare on the entrance curtain…
“I AM THE MAN!”

And even surprisingly, considering the way the man left almost a year ago… THE CROWD GOES RAISIN. The smooth, soulful (and annoying) sounds of Philosopher
Kings crank up and out comes the only man possibly arrogant enough to come out to their track “I Am The Man.” He is wearing his classic green tights and
wearing the old “Man With The Blood On His Hands” t-shirt. And of course, the heavy gold REBEL world title belt around his waist. Roberts takes his time
on the way to ring, no doubt trying to make Donovan Astros impatient.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Making his wrestling RETURN to an NAPW ring tonight, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, he weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-seven
pounds! The reigning REBEL World Heavyweight champion and former 5-time NAPW Tag team champion, ladies and gentlemen, he is STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERRRRRRRTS!
BILL HEWSON: A match that has been in the making for the entire fall of 2007! This entire issue began when Kyle Roberts was the guest referee for Donovan
Astros vs The Beast, when The Beast won the NAPW world title. Astros blamed Roberts, and since then these two men have travelled from Alberta to Carolina
to get at each other!

REX CALIBER: Well Astros is alright by me, the guy’s a jerk but he cost Kyle Roberts the REBEL world title, that makes him awesome in my book.

BILL HEWSON: Astros the man responsible for Chad Kurtis’ controversial title win against Roberts, but Roberts struck back, laying Donovan out with the ring
bell last month at the “Aces High” event. Each man was banned from the other’s promotion after that. Roberts won the REBEL title back just last week at
REBEL Pro Wrestling’s “Merrytime Massacre” card, and that brings us to this match, right here, right now in Calgary, the first ever meeting of Stylin’
Kyle Roberts and Donovan Astros! And this match is why all these fans are here tonight, and the atmosphere is electric!

Roberts fakes out entering the ring, then chooses to circle ringside, high-fiving fans. If only because it makes his own ego bigger. He shakes hands with
a surprised and distrusting Hewson, then winks at a fuming Rex Caliber. Those two will never be friends again.

And Astros has had it! Slingshot over the top rope right onto Kyle Roberts! Whoa! Astros wipes out Kyle and sends some right hands into his face, then rolls
his man into the ring. Kiebiech rings the bell as Astros enters and Roberts vs Astros is OFFICIAL.

Astros arguably the better brawler, letting off his frustration into the face of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. He picks up the REBEL belt, which has fallen on the
canvas, and holds it above his head like he’s the champion. The crowd gives him hell for that. Astros then holds the belt up like a weapon, ready to splat
Roberts, but Kiebiech tells him he’ll call the DQ right away!

BILL HEWSON: This match isn’t REBEL rules, although Astros is an NAPW superstar, he should know that!

REX CALIBER: Just another example of NAPW management continues the proud tradition of holding its best superstars down!

BILL HEWSON: A tradition started by yourself, of course, all spring and summer long in NAPW. And if the lack of REBEL rules hurts anybody, it’s Stylin’
Kyle Roberts, the REBEL World Champion… but we all know he doesn’t need weapons to break Donovan Astros!

REX CALIBER: Oh, sure, take his side.

Astros slaps on a side headlock now to keep Kyle down, wrenching it in — Kyle counters with a back suplex! Astros laid out. Kyle is up, gives a grin to
the fans and then takes Astros by the hair. “I’m going to dropkick him in the FACE.” Roberts pulls Astros up, measures him… then leaps up and dropkicks
him in the face.

BILL HEWSON: He’s an arrogant, presumptuous son of a bitch, but he’s at least straight with people!

Kyle points to his head, reminding the fans and indeed Astros that he is “SMARTER THAN YOU.” Roberts goes to pick Astros up again, ooh, an eye gouge from
Astros halts that. Astros with a stiff shot to the abs of Roberts and then an irish whip, Astros follows in and Kyle flips over Astros’ kneelift. Astros
with a sildenafil in romana SOCCER KICK to the spine of Roberts back, followed up by MY FAVORITE MOVE, the Mr. Perfect rolling necksnap! Astros pulls Kyle’s forehead down to
the canvas and it SNAPS back, Kyle looking in pain. Astros makes the first cover of the match, gets a two count, lots of wrestling left to be had. That’s
okay, Astros doesn’t want Kyle’s pain to end YET.

Donovan Astros the aggressor, backs Kyle into the ropes and CHOPS him in the chest. That’s not good enough. Astros rips off the t-shirt, revealing the HAIRY,
HORRIBLY HAIRY chest of Kyle Roberts.

REX CALIBER: I swear his dad was Chewbacca and his mum was sasquatch!

BILL HEWSON: Well, I’d say “will you be serious” but Roberts could make a rug out of all that body hair…

REX CALIBER: The girls like a smooth man, Hewson. And when I say smooth, I mean EVERYWHERE.

BILL HEWSON: …can I please have Jack back?

Astros CHOPS the hairy chest of Roberts. You can’t very well call it a “bare” chest. Maybe a “bear” chest. Astros gets some good impact but ROBERTS HAS
A NATURAL BUFFER. Also, Astros looks somewhat grossed out by the feel of all that scratchy hair against his hand. He goes to chop again, thinks twice of
it, and punches Kyle straight in the face. Kiebiech warns about a closed fist, brushed off by Astros. Irish whip into the corner, Roberts reverses! Charge
in, Astros catches the man with a drop toe-hold, sending Kyle face first into the bottom turnbuckle. And now it’s Astros turn to point to his head, mocking
Kyle’s “SMARTER THAN YOU” routine to some mega heel-heat. He grabs the top rope and puts his boot against the back of Kyle’s head, just mashing the REBEL
champ’s face into the bottom turnbuckle. Ref counts one, two, three, four, Astros breaks.

Roberts pulls himself up chest-first against the turnbuckle, Astros decides it’s time to hit a STINGER SPLASH — nobody home! Donovan staggers out of the
corner as Roberts unloads another dropkick to the face! That floors Astros, but he’s right back up to be DROPKICKED down again, Astros gets up again, a
third DROPKICK and this time Astros stays down! Roberts pumps his fists, then covers Astros for a two-count. Roberts pulls his man up and grabs a hammerlock,
twisting Astros’ arm behind his back. Forearm shivers into the lower back of Astros, softening the man up for the BEAR-TAMER. Hammerlock back suplex! That’ll
hurt the arm and the back! Roberts building some momentum, backbreaker. He grabs Astros’ arms from behind and drives his foot between the shoulder blades
for a standing surfboard stretch! Astros shakes his head “no,” he’s not giving up…

BILL HEWSON: There’s nothing more that Kyle Roberts would like than to win this match with the Bear-Tamer and get the submission victory.

REX CALIBER: Well I hate the damn man, but the Bear-Tamer is one painful damn move and Astros needs to avoid it all costs. But don’t forget about Astros’
own submission moves, it might be Kyle tapping out tonight. Hell, I know I’d love to see that.

Kyle breaks the hold, then drives the knee into the back. Astros is trying to get up, Kyle there to take control with a cravate. He snapmares Astros down,
then hits his own soccer kick to Astros’ lower back. The crowd “OOOHS” in sympathy at the sound of that, then cheers because they love seeing Astros get
his. Astros to his feet. Kyle Roberts unloads his own chops, then sends Astros into the corner. Roberts climbs up and begins the TEN PUNCH COUNTALONG!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

And one to grow on.

Kyle gets off. Astros looks punch-drunk. He takes one, two, three steps out and then promptly flops straight on his face to a thunderous ovation. Roberts
hooks the leg ONE TWO KICKOUT. Not yet, no way. Roberts picks up Astros and chops him some. Astros is allowed to stagger out into the ring, and that’s
when he gets booted in the gut. Kyle flips over the doubled-over Astros and NAILS the Polar-izer! That puts the man in perfect position for the

LIONSAULT!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—Astros kicks out!

Roberts is okay with that though, he quickly grabs the legs! BEAR-TAMER! Roberts trying to turn Astros over, Donovan is fighting, but he can’t for much
longer! Roberts has it locked on! COULD DONOVAN ASTROS TAP?

REX CALIBER: COME ON ASTROS MAKE THE ROPES!

BILL HEWSON: You’re so unbiased. Roberts has Astros locked into the Bear-Tamer, but Astros is fighting — but how much can he take?

REX CALIBER: Enough to shut you up!

Roberts yelling fiercely, he wants this, but… Astros is able to crawl and grab the bottom rope. Kyle doesn’t actually want to let go and Kiebiech starts
counting one, two, three, four, finally he does. Astros holds the bottom rope for dear life, like it will make the hurting stop. Roberts wants more, but
Kiebiech tells him to let the man get out of the ropes. Kyle almost shoves the ref but thinks twice about it. Fine. Kiebiech talks to Astros, are you okay
ROBERTS BASEBALL SLIDE!

Astros sent out to the floor. Roberts, still in the ring, taunts Astros and raises his arms. “WHO’S THE MAN?” “YOU ARE”! the crowd replies. Astros trying
to get back in, Roberts grabs a handful of hair and pulls LOW BLOW. Astros with a low blow, the ref didn’t see it! Astros drops to the floor, then trips
Kyle up. He doesn’t pull him out, though, instead pulls Kyle towards the ring post… CROTCHED. Kyle pulled crotch-first into the ring post but that’s
not all Astros has planned for the post. He pretzels Kyle’s legs and applies the RING-POST FIGURE FOUR!

BILL HEWSON: Astros has to be careful not to get disqualified but Roberts is in a hugely painful predicament! My goodness!

REX CALIBER: That just goes to show that Donovan Astros has studied the best, and can wrestle like the best! He’s ten times the wrestler Kyle Roberts is
with his stupid Bear-Tamer!

BILL HEWSON: A move you yourself admitted hurts like crazy!

REX CALIBER: I ain’t never said that, you’re crazy!

Kiebiech tells Astros “if you don’t let go I’m counting you out!” He’s up to seven when Astros finally lets go, but the damage may be done. Astros lets
go and picks himself up, snarling at the fans before sliding in before the ten. Roberts is trying to extricate himself from the ring-post, gingerly, and
that’s when Astros begins STOMPING THE SHIT out of his leg. STOMP STOMP STOMP. Kiebiech telling Astros to get out of the corner one two three four five
ASTROS! Donovan stops just before a possible DQ, then smirks at Kiebiech. He pulls Kyle out of the corner and works the knee, dropping several elbows on
it. Then, he lets Kyle… get up?

Roberts on a weak knee to his feet, Astros makes to come in and nail it, Roberts tries to block, and that’s all Astros needs to grab Kyle by the head and
ASTROLABE DDT the man into the canvas. Roberts is planted and Astros sits up. And for the first time in the match, his cocky grin has re-appeared. He takes
his time, then throws an arm over Kyle for ONE, TWO, kick-out. Lazy cover there, but Astros doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t want to win it that way. Kyle
is trying to pull himself up by the ropes, and Astros says nah. He hooks the man and delivers a beautiful Butterfly Suplex, straight overhead. Roberts
hits the canvas hard and that’s when Donovan Astros unveils his hand.

By grabbing Kyle’s legs and turning him over for the BEAR-TAMER.

BILL HEWSON: His own move! Stylin’ Kyle’s own move and Astros has it locked on the man! Donovan Astros doesn’t want to just beat Kyle Roberts, he wants
to beat him with his OWN MOVE!

REX CALIBER: OH YEAHHHH!

BILL HEWSON: The Bear-Tamer hurts the back most of all, but it’s bad on the legs, and with the damage Astros has done to Kyle’s legs, this could be over
right here! Kyle’s only hope is to make the ropes!

Roberts is in a world of hurt! Astros cinching back, especially focusing on the one knee with his grip, and Kyle is far from the ropes. He reaches out,
then yells in pain, pulling back. His face tells the story. Kyle looks like he might tap out, his hand hovering above the mat, shaking…

No! He bites his knuckles against the pain, and then begins crawling, scratching. Roberts getting some distance, Astros having a hard time keeping his grip…
Kyle almost there… almost there… GETS THE BOTTOM ROPE! Astros won’t let go though, one, two, three, four, five, Astros finally lets go. Kiebiech gets
right in Astros’ face, warning him to stop pushing the limits. Astros sneers in his face. “What are you going to DoooOO—*” SCHOOL-BOY! ONE! TWO! Astros
gets out! And he’s PISSED! Thumb to Kyle’s eye! Astros, wait a minute what’s this? He’s going to the top rope! He’s got Kyle’s arm…

STEELE TOWER!

Astros covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICK-OUT!

And this time, Astros looks surprised. “What, are you kidding?” Kiebiech assures him it was two. Astros says whatever, and pulls Roberts up. It’s time to
end this. He hooks the arms from behind, ASTROCIDE — no, Kyle counters! HE STANDS UP — ASTROS IS UPSIDE DOWN! NO WAY!

VERTEBREAKER! VERTEBREAKER! ASTROS SMASHED INTO THE CANVAS!

BILL HEWSON: Kyle Roberts using Astros’ OWN Shockwave maneuver against him, countering Astrocide with his last strength!

REX CALIBER: But he can’t capitalize, Hewson, he DID use his last strength!

And the referee makes the standing ten count with both Kyle and Astros down on the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Ain’t nobody movin’.

FOUR! FIVE!

Astros twitches!

SIX!

Astros somehow getting to his feet, a groggy look on his face.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kyle starts trying to get up!

NINE~!

SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT!

Kiebiech says both men are up, and this match continues! Astros comes in, throws a right hand, Kyle just absorbs it, trying to shake off the cobwebs! The
crowd is starting to get WHITE HOT! Astros with another right, BLOCKED —

FINGER POINT!

“YOUUUUUUUUU!”

BILL HEWSON: KYLE ROBERTS IS STYLIN’ UP!

REX CALIBER: This business is ruined forever.

Roberts UNLOADS! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! Annnnnnd… RIGHT HAND! Astros goes down this time good, and it’s time for Kyle to try the Bear-Tamer
— but his leg gives out! He can’t do it! Astros rolls the man up, FEET ON THE ROPES ONE, TWO, TH—KIEBIECH SEES IT! No three-count there! Astros snarls
at Kiebiech and then grabs Roberts again COUNTERED! KYLE WITH THE MOOSE JAW DRIVER!

ON ONE LEG! He gets it!

ONE! TWO! THREE—

KICK-OUT!

Astros still has it in him! Kyle signals for the Emerald Fusion, it’s OVER! He pulls Astros into position, no, the leg gives out again! Kyle can’t hold
him up! Astros sweeps Kyle’s legs out from under him, GOING FOR THE BEAR-TAMER AGAIN! KYLE WON’T SURVIVE A SECOND TIME —

KYLE GETS AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

AND THE OGDEN GOES PURE GUAVA!

BILL HEWSON: ROBERTS DID IT! HE BEAT ASTROS! DONOVAN ASTROS GETS WHAT HE DESERVES!

REX CALIBER: I can’t believe it, man!

BILL HEWSON: Calgary believes it tonight!

Donovan Astros, quite frankly, looks ready to cry. He’s holding his head, an expression of shock on his face. One, two, three, just like that, and it’s
over. Roberts has a clean win on him. Roberts gets up with the ropes, limping on one leg, posing to the fans.

Wait, what’s this? He holds out a hand to Donovan Astros?

REX CALIBER: Bout time Roberts showed some class!

Astros looks at Kyle’s outstretched hand like it’s a dead raccoon. But that’s okay, because Kyle pulls the hand away and smoothes his hair out anyways.
“Yeah right.” Head tap. “SMARTER THAN YOU!” Astros lips tremble and he slides out of the ring, stalking up the rampway in a foul mood. Kyle takes the REBEL
title belt and holds it up high as the Calgary fans groove to “I AM THE MAN.”

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NAPW/REBEL SUPERSHOW IV: Ultimate Attrition- 12/11/2007

12/11/2007
The Ogden Legion is packed full of over 700+ wrestling fans on a cold winter’s night here in Calgary! Before the show begins, wrestlers like Mystic Exposition
and El Rey de Corizones pose for pictures and sign autographs in the ring. There is a table set up for World Champion THE BEAST. Tommy Deathrow is hassling
the concession for some frosty cold ones. The fans are ready to see all these REBEL wrestlers as well as the NAPW wrestlers they’ve come to know and love
(or love to see get beaten up.)

Finally Frank Warburton gets in the ring…

FRANK WARBURTON: Calgary Alberta… are you ready for some WRESTLING?

That’s a big “HELL YES,” Frankie!

BILL HEWSON: This crowd is sure ready, Frank! I’m Bill Hewson alongside my partner for this night, a man I never thought I’d see in NAPW again much less
be my broadcast partner… Rex Caliber!

REX CALIBER: That’s “Former World Champion, Former Owner, Former Tag Champion, the Rexellence of Rexecution” Rex Caliber to YOU, Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: In any event, we have a very special inter-promotional show for you tonight. It is ULTIMATE ATTRITION! The rules are simple. Two teams, four
men each. It’s elimination rules! One team wins when they eliminate all four of their opponents!

REX CALIBER: It’s a crazy damn match, you don’t know what the odds could be. Could go 4-2, 2-1, 3-2, even 4-1! The odds always gonna be changing, and that
means the matches are goin’ to rock, and that’s just how Sexy Rexy likes it.

BILL HEWSON: So without further ado, let’s get to the action!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is an Ultimate Attrition Match!

“My Old Kentucky Home” starts up, and the fans do not give these guys a good reception.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first, making their way to the ring area, accompanied by Mandy and Axl Dennis: the captain, “The Show” Chad Kurtis, “The American
Nightmare” Matt Kurtis, “The Bluegrass Heart-Throb” Jonathan Kurtis, and “High Octane” Will Zaluki. Together they are The Bluegrass Mafia!

The four men make their way into the ring, and do not look all that bothered bu the hostility sent their way. The Beverly Hillbillies theme takes over the
speakers, getting a laugh from the NAPW crowd, who are a bit unfamiliar with the next competitor.

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Turkey Cross, Kentucky, CUZIN ZEKE!

A nice response from the mainly NAPW fans. “Devil in The Kitchen” starts up, and the crowd pops a bit for two guys making their return to Alberta…

FRANK WARBURTON: His partners: “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady! “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” Al Thoes! They are THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

Al and Bobby look happy to be back, glad handing the fans at ringside. And there’s only one member left for their team. “Follow” gets the biggest pop so
far…

FRANK WARBURTON: And finally, the Team Captain! From Parts Unknown, British Columbia: “The Falcon” Jacob Venar! They are “The Dark Horses”!!

BILL HEWSON: The first of our Ultimate Attrition Matches, and what a way to start!

REX CALIBER: We have a lot of former champions in that ring, Hewson. Some should still have title gold. Some never deserved them in the first place. I’ll
let you figure out who’s who.

After a brief huddle, The Dark Horses decide to send Bobby O’Brady to start things off. The BGM counter with Will Zaluki. Zaluki goes to tie up, but O’Brady
wants something different….

BILL HEWSON: We haven’t seen this in a long while! O’Brady is calling for a Headlock Challenge™!

REX CALIBER: How did you say the “™”?

BILL HEWSON: … I don’t know….

Zaluki rolls his eyes, but accepts the challenge. O’Brady locks his arm around Zaluki’s head… and the Headlock Challengeª begins! O’Brady cinches the
hold in tight, and Zaluki tries to push out of it, to no avail. He tries to lift the big man up for a back suplex, but O’Brady plants his feet and does
not budge. Zaluki valiantly trying to worm out of it, but O’Brady is focused on keeping the hold locked in!

Until Matt Kurtis breaks it up with a forearm to the back of O’Brady’s head. Boos from the fans for this.

BILL HEWSON: These fans wanted a clear winner, and now they’ll never know…

REX CALIBER: These fans want to see someone get their ass kicked. And Matt Kurtis is more than willing to give them what they want!

Matt goes back to his corner. O’Brady and Zaluki both take the opportunity to tag out. Cuzin Zeke and Jonathan Kurtis are in. They lock up. Kurtis gets
an armbar, but Zeke powers out of it, and lands a stiff right to the young Kurtis’ jaw. Before he has a moment to react, Zeke whips him into the ropes,
and catches him with a huge clothesline! Kurtis hits the mat hard, and Zeke drops an elbow… but misses! Jonathan rolls out of the way, and is quick to
hit a standing moonsault! A cover! One… only one, as Zeke kicks out with authority. Jonathan tags in his brother Chad, who spring boards into the ring,
nailing a rising Zeke with a dropkick! Zeke is knocked back, but lands in his own corner, and Al Thoes tags in! Chad attacks right away, trying to keep
the big man off balance. Thoes tries to shove Chad to the mat, but is caught with an arm drag! Thoes hits the mat, and Chad lands an elbow to the chest.
He goes to the second rope and comes off with a well placed fist to the forehead. He covers, but only gets a two count from referee John Sharplin. Thoes
is slow to get up, giving Chad an opening for a dropkick to the face! Thoes clutches at his nose as Chad covers again! One.. two… Thoes kicks out! Chad
grabs Thoes leg to keep him from crawling to his corner, then tags in his brother Matt. The Angry American is in, and he drops a big leg across the neck
of Thoes! He doesn’t bother with a cover, instead hauling the big man up, and preparing for a Bluegrass Bomb! But he doesn’t get much of a chance, as O’Brady
is in to break things up. Matt tries to pie face O’Brady, who responds with a shove. Thoes uses the distraction to tag in Venar! Venar runs in and rushes
at the huge Angry American, catching him by surprise with a dropkick! Matt staggers back as O’Brady returns to his corner. Venar tries desperately to take
the big man down, hitting him with a series of dropkicks. Matt is backed into the turnbuckles, and Venar charges…

And nearly gets his head taken off with a big boot.

REX CALIBER: And that’s why they’re Dark Horses. Not a lack of talent, but a lack of brains!

Matt looks annoyed now, and he hauls Venar up for a side slam! Venar planted into the mat, and Kurtis covers! One.. two… Venar kicks out! Matt lays in
with a series of fists to the prone Falcon’s head, then drags him to his feet and whips into the BGM corner. Jonathan wraps his arm around Venar’s neck
as Chad and Zaluki lay in with punches. The Celts and Zeke try to help, but are headed off by the referee. Matt charges in and crushes Venar with a clothesline!
He tags in Zaluki, who hits Venar with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Venar is in trouble, and Zaluki capitalizes with a cover! One.. two… Venar gets the
shoulder up! Zaluki tries to end things with a Sharpshooter, but Venar gets his boot under “High Octane’s” chin and pushes him off. Venar tries to crawl
to his corner, but Zaluki catches him by the foot, and pulls him back… Venar kicks Zaluki in the chest, and rolls towards his corner, and tags in Cuzin
Zeke! Zeke races in and nails Zaluki with a running forearm! Zaluki goes down, and Zeke drops an elbow! Zaluki gets the wind knocked out of him, but is
still able to get a shoulder up to avoid a pinfall! Zeke stomps on Zaluki, who manages to crawl to the ropes. As Sharplin tries to get Zeke to back off,
Zaluki gets a shot in. As Zeke is momentarily stunned, Zaluki hits a “Picture Perfect” dropkick! Zeke goes down, and Zaluki covers! One… two… Zeke
kicks out! Zaluki tries to hook a fisherman’s suplex, but Zeke rolls him up for a small package! One.. two.. THREE! And just like that Zaluki is gone!
FRANK WARBURTON: “HIGH OCTANE” WIll ZALUKI has been eliminated!

BILL HEWSON: And it’s now four on three in favor of the Dark Horses!

REX CALIBER: Zaluki was probably surprised to be hit with a wrestling move from Zeke! I mean, who would have guessed?

Zaluki is stunned, to say the least. Axl Dennis is beside himself, but they have no choice but to leave ringside. Jonathan Kurtis is in, and he pounces
on Zeke, trying to keep him off guard. He hits a DDT, and goes to the top rope! He comes off with a moonsault! He gets most of it, but not the full impact
he wanted. He covers! One.. two.. Zeke gets a shoulder up! Jonathan whips Zeke into the ropes, and hits him on the way back with a flying forearm! Zeke
goes down, and Kurtis covers, but Sharplin does not make the count…

BILL HEWSON: Kurtis didn’t see the blind tag!

Al Thoes sneaks into the ring, after slapping the back of Zeke when he hit the ropes! Kurtis is arguing with Sharplin, demanding a pin count. Sharplin,
as well as Matt and Chad, are trying to point out Thoes behind him… Too late…

BILL HEWSON: POWER CHINLOCK!

The fans give their approval, as Thoes locks in what might be his deadliest submission hold. Jonathan grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break. Thoes tries
to lock the hold on again, but Kurtis gets a European Uppercut! He hits the ropes and runs back right into a

BILL HEWSON: POWER CLOTHESLINE!

Kurtis is flattened! Thoes seizes the opportunity, and sets Kurtis up for the Haggis Buster… O’Brady is on the top rope! he comes off with the double
stomp for added measure!

CELTIC CRUSHER!

Jonathan is folded up like a lawn chair, and Thoes makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: “THE BLUEGRASS HEART-THROB” JONATHAN KURTIS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

There’s no celebration though, as The American Nightmare is in, and he’s had enough of all of this. Thoes is barely to his feet when Matt Kurtis hits him
with a Clothesline from Hell! Thoes hits the mat, and Chad Kurtis is quick to land an elbow to the Scotsman’s chest! Matt hauls Thoes up and hits a back
breaker, as Chad adds a leg drop for good measure! Sharplin ushers Chad out of the ring as Matt goes for a cover! Sharplin races over for the count! One…
two… Thoes barely gets a shoulder up!

REX CALIBER: If the ref had been doing his job right, that would have been a three count!

Matt stares daggers at Sharplin, then hauls Thoes up and into a bear hug! Matt squeezes the life out of Thoes, who tries to power out of it! But Matt is
not about to let go. O’Brady and Venar shout encouragement, as Zeke tries to get the fans to rally behind the Scottish Wrecking Machine! Thoes seems to
be getting some lift out of the fan support, as he looks ready to break out of it… Matt lifts Thoes up, Chad with a clothesline! Matt uses the momentum
to drive Thoes into the mat with a Spinebuster! he covers! One… two… O’Brady breaks up the pin! Sharplin admonishes O’Brady for entering illegally,
which allows the BGM to double team yet again! Double Powerbomb on Thoes! Matt covers! Sharplin is still arguing with O’Brady! Chad shouts at Sharplin,
who finally notices the pin situation! He dives in for the count! One… two… THOES WITH HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! Chad and Matt are furious, thinking they
had the match won. They argue as Thoes begins a slow crawl to his corner. Matt notices this, and grabs Thoes’ boot. He tags in Chad, who hits a springboard
elbow drop! Thoes writhes in pain as Chad covers! One… two… Zeke is in to break up this count! he exits quickly, but not before he gets an earful from
Sharplin. Matt enters the ring and races over to the Dark Horse corner, hitting all three men with forearms. O’Brady, Venar and Zeke all try to rush Matt,
but Sharplin gets in their way. Chad whips Thoes into the ropes! Thoes bounces back into a big boot from Matt! Thoes is down! Chad races to the turnbuckles
so he can hit the

Best

Moonsault

Ever!

A cover! Sharplin is right there to count!

ONE!!

TWO!!

VENAR WITH THE SAVE!

REX CALIBER: COME ON!

The Falcon smirks, saying it was “his turn”. He’s not smirking when Matt Kurtis knocks him out of the ring with a HUGE clothesline! Venar lands hard on
the floor and rolls into the guard rail. Sharplin tries to usher Matt out of the ring, Chad tries to keep Thoes grounded. Thoes needs a tag desperately.
O’Brady and Zeke have their arms outstretched, but they are JUST out of reach. Chad locks on a camel clutch, trying to wear the big man down. But Thoes
is just too thick for the smaller Show to get a good grip. Thoes pulls himself towards his corner. The fans are cheering him on… His fingertips are mere
inches from Zeke’s… He’s almost there… Zeke is itching to make the save…

Then Kurtis lets go of the hold and double stomps Thoes’ back. He smirks at the Dark Horses, and drags Thoes back to his corner… Thoes somehow kicks free!
Chad stumbles back, and Thoes desperately lunges forward!

TAG TO O’BRADY!!

The Irish Adonis hits the ring and nearly takes “The Show” out of his boots with a clothesline! Kurtis hits the mat, and O’Brady hooks a front headlock
and lays in with a series of knees to the head! Chad is in trouble as O’Brady goes for a head vice… but Matt cuts off any momentum by running in and
clubbing O’Brady across the neck! He whips O’Brady around, and drops him throat first across the top rope! Sharplin admonishes Matt, but The American Nightmare
accomplished what he needed to do. Chad covers O’Brady, but only gets a two count. Matt is back in the ring, and the BGM go for another double team, setting
up for a Double Powerbomb! It takes a bit more work to get the bulky Irishman up, but they NAIL O’Brady to the mat! Sharplin tells Matt to get out of the
ring. Matt tells Sharplin to do his job and count the pin. Sharplin does. One… Two… O’Brady with a foot on the rope! Chad and Matt both explode in
anger!

REX CALIBER: The Bluegrass Mafia are being screwed here tonight! They had Thoes eliminated at least four times, yet they’re still down four to two! What
kind of refs do you have here Hewson?

BILL HEWSON: The same refs that were here when YOU ran things.

REX CALIBER: They were never this bad..

Chad and Matt berate the referee. Not noticing that O’Brady has crawled to his corner and tagged in Cuzin Zeke! Zeke is in like a house on fire, nailing
both BGM members with punches! He drags Chad, still the legal man, to center ring and hits him with a mule kick! Chad goes down, and Zeke hits the ropes
and comes back with a big splash! He covers! One.. two… Broken up by Matt! Sharplin tries to say something, but Matt just says “If they can get away
with it, so can I!”

BILL HEWSON: Hard to argue with that…

Zeke pulls Chad up and hits a good old fashioned piledriver! Chad is planted center ring! Zeke goes to the top rope! He calls for the Mudpuddle! Matt races
in to stop it from happening! Venar is back up, and he cuts Matt off with a dropkick! Zeke is free to hit his top rope splash!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FRANK WARBURTON: “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

REX CALIBER: This is a travesty! Have I said that already?

BILL HEWSON: Not in those words, no.

The American Nightmare surveys his opponents. He knows he’s on his own now. But he doesn’t seem to care. He eyes Cuzin Zeke, and looks ready to take him
down… But Venar has other ideas. He frantically calls for the tag. Zeke doesn’t look sure, but Venar says:

“I need to do this. ALONE.”

Zeke nods. And tags the Falcon in. He and the Celts step down from the ring and stand near the entrance, and watch.

BILL HEWSON: Venar’s been trying to prove himself since the moment he stepped foot in the NAPW! But is this a wise move?

REX CALIBER: What do you think? Those three idiots better not go far. They’re going to be busy very soon!

Venar goes to lock up with Kurtis. Matt hoists Venar up and tosses him across the ring. Venar is back up in a flash, and races back to hit Kurtis with a
forearm to the gut! Matt doubles over, and Venar goes for a Fame-asser! … Matt moves out of the way, smirking at the crowd. Venar hits the mat hard.
Matt stomps the Falcon with a vengeance, then picks him up and sends him flying with a fall away slam! Venar lands in a heap, and Matt covers! One! Two!
Venar gets a shoulder up! Matt is done arguing tonight. He simply lifts Venar into position for a bear hug… Venar clutches onto the ropes. Matt tries
to pull him off… Venar hooks his leg around the middle rope… Matt pulls harder… Venar lets go! Matt loses his balance and tumbles back! Venar is
carried with him, and falls on Matt for a pin! One.. Two… Matt kicks out with authority! Venar is sent through the ropes! He’s back up in a flash, and
he springboards into the ring, going for a… Matt catches him, and tries to hit a Spinning Side Slam… Venar reverses into a hurricarana!!! Matt doesn’t
go over, and he looks like he’s about to hit a powerbomb! Venar gets a flurry of desperate punches to Matt’s head, then floats over for a Sunset Flip!
Matt teeters, then reaches down and grabs Venar by the throat, and hauls him up for a choke slam! Venar planted into the mat, and Kurtis, covers him! One…
two…

VENAR KICKS OUT!

Matt Kurtis is PISSED. He sets Venar up for the Bluegrass Bomb! Venar goes to one knee, Matt tries to haul him back up, Venar surprises him with a jaw jammer!
Matt stumbles backwards! Venar with a dropkick to the leg, takes Kurtis down to one knee… Shining Wizard! Matt Kurtis is down! Venar races to the top
rope…

SPREAD MY WINGS!!

Venar with a cover, hooks the leg! Sharplin counts!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

BILL HEWSON: Do you believe in miracles?

REX CALIBER: I believe in dumb luck..

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners… THE DARK HORSES!

The fans pop huge for the underdogs. Thoes and O’Brady hoist Venar onto their shoulders, grinning broadly at the fans. Cuzin Zeke has a huge grin too. Matt
Kurtis rolls out of the ring, but not before shooting a glare back at the victors. But Venar is too elated to notice. Right now he’s on top of the world…
——————————————————————————–

The Dark Horses have gone to the back, but Matt Kurtis is still outside the ring. He looks mutinous. Mandy is trying to get him to come to the back, but
Kurtis isn’t listening. He’s glaring at a couple fans in the front row that are just heckling him something fierce. “Hey good job GOLIATH, you got your
balls handed to you in a sling!” “Oooh, he’s such an -ANGRY- American, isn’t he Scott?” “Hey come on, Matt, it’s okay, your team just got swept and Venar
made you his BITCH—”

BILL HEWSON: We’ve got a situation out here, Matt Kurtis just punched a fan in the face! Get security out here!

REX CALIBER: The fans are idiots, but come on Matt, you gotta be a professional man!

BILL HEWSON: Pot, kettle, black — oh, whatever! Security!

Matt Kurtis pops the other badmouthing fan, but before he can really do damage to these mouthy punks, security is ALL over him, a half-dozen guys surrounding
him. The fans boo Matt Kurtis.

BILL HEWSON: My God… I have to think that Matt Kurtis is going to be lucky with a huge fine, he’s looking at a suspension!

REX CALIBER: Hell, I don’t know if I even want that shit in REBEL.

BILL HEWSON: Not that you have any power, Mr. Color Commentator.

REX CALIBER: I got all the power that comes with banging the owner’s wife — I mean, bein’ an influential SUPERSTAR.

Security begins to haul Matt to the back, a frightened Mandy following suit. This is a bad situation.

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The crowd is getting rowdy and restless, especially after the incident just minutes ago with Matt Kurtis a couple fans. As good a time as any for another
Ultimate Attrition match!

FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is another ULTIMATE ATTRITION MATCH-UP! Introducing first, at a combined weight of eight hundred eighteen pounds,
Jeff James, Odyssey Baldwin, Link Van Haggard, and team captain Dio Muerte: THE YOUNG & THE RECKLESS!

“YOU KNOW YOU’RE RIGHT!” The four men of Y&R walk out shoulder to shoulder, sneering at the crowd; Dio Muerte slaps his bat into his open palm, with Jeff
James to his right and Coast 2 Coast on his left. They climb the stairs and step into the ring, Jeff James “checking” the turnbuckles while Coast 2 Coast
stare down referee John Sharplin, who’s taking precisely 0.001% of their garbage.

REX CALIBER: These guys mean business, Hewson!

BILL HEWSON: The Young & The Reckless certainly have a lot of anger and scorn coming into this match, but what would else you expect from this group of
wrestlers?

REX CALIBER: Alcohol poisoning? Matching “ANGST” tattoos ?

FRANK WARBURTON: And their opponents! Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds…STEIN!

System of a Down! Science! Stein! The medical marvel comes down to the ring with jerky, purposeful steps. He stands on the far side of the ring, as Y&R
look like they might just swarm him before the bell, but Stein doesn’t look worried. Maybe it’s because before his opponents take a step, Andrew WK starts,
and the blue lights start shining.

FRANK WARBURTON: And weighing in at four hundred twenty pounds, the team of Mystic Ninja and The Expositioner…MYSTIC EXPOSITION!

Mystic Exposition rush down to the the ring, not taking the fans up on their offers of high-fives and autographs, choosing instead to slide into the ring
and back their man Stein up. The three of them stand firm; Mystic Ninja slaps Stein on the back, and Stein looks at him oddly.

FRANK WARBURTON: And finally, from Villahermosa, Mexico, accompanied to the ring by Montana Rose. He is the team captain of The Misfit Toys…EL REY DE
CORIZONES!

The sweet, sweet sounds of Paulina Rubio flood the room, and El Rey comes out in his spangled, shiny glory. His valet is at his arm as he walks down the
aisle, but she stays on the ground as the masked marvel climbs into the ring and clasps hands with The Expositioner.

BILL HEWSON: Other than the fact that the crowd seems to be behind them, Rex, I don’t really know what to make of this team.

REX CALIBER: Don’t make anything of them! They’re perfect just the way they are. What I want to know is where the train with the square wheels is!

Referee John Sharplin indicates that each team needs to indicate which of their members will start the match. The Misfit Toys immediately get into a huddle
and try to start a intricate game of paper, rock, scissors, with Expo giving Stein extremely lengthy and precise instructions on how to play. The Young
and The Reckless, however, have a different plan. They jump their opponents from behind, and it’s a GONG SHOW!!! El Rey shrugs off Jeff James and whips
him into the far ropes, while Mystic Ninja rolls with Dio Muerte’s bulldog attempt; Expositioner gets nailed by a double drop-kick from Coast 2 Coast,
and Stein’s just standing in the middle TRYING to get a hold of someone! But they’re just too fast for him; he reaches out for Odyssey Baldwin but Mystic
Ninja takes him out with the flying head scissors. He takes a step towards Jeff James, his hands outstretched, but James runs right back at El Rey and
leaps at him with a cross body! Expo’s up and takes out Link Van Haggard with a running shoulder block! Everyone’s running around the ring, bouncing off
the ropes and each other like ping pong balls, and Stein’s standing alone in the middle of the ring, lurching back and forth just TRYING to get his mitts
on someone!

Finally, Dio Muerte CLOCKS Stein with a shuffle side kick. And Stein spins around 360 degrees, staying on his feet! Dio Muerte’s flabbergasted, and that
loss of momentum is JUST what Stein needed! He grabs his opponent, and using his unearthly power lifts him over his head–BODY PRESS OUT OF THE RING! Stein
just threw the captain of The Young and The Reckless out of the ring like he was so much recyclables! Coast 2 Coast double-clothesline Mystic Ninja over
the ropes, but then get shoved over themselves by Expo and Stein, who follow them out of the ring! It’s just Jeff James and El Rey in the ring, and John
Sharplin FINALLY calls for the bell to start this match!

Jeff James and El Rey de Corizones lock up in the middle of the ring, and it’s James with the advantage as he nails a snap suplex, and quickly follows up
with a boot to the back of the head. James goes up for a top rope maneuver, but El Rey is on his feet too quickly and James has to hop down. El Rey quickly
rushes James, squashing him into the turnbuckle, and he falls to the ground. El Rey pulls him away from the ropes a couple of feet, then applies the Horquilla
del Corazon! Sharplin starts the count, one, two, three!

FRANK WARBURTON: Jeff James has been eliminated!

BILL HEWSON: Jeff James was eliminated so quickly his teammates didn’t even realize he was in trouble!

REX CALIBER: Jeff James is always in trouble, whether it’s with the law or the ladies.

Link Van Haggard steps into the ring to replace his partner, and El Rey tags out. To Stein. Link’s eyes widen but he squares off against Stein, feinting
to the left and right, trying to draw him out, but Stein doesn’t budge from his position. Van Haggard decides to risk it, running right at Stein, but side-steps
him at the last minute and rebounds off the far ropes: BULLDOG! Stein might be tough and strong, but LVH has momentum on his side, and Stein is down. He’s
getting back up, though, pulling on the ropes, and Van Haggard comes at him again; this time it’s a clothesline, and it knocks Stein over the ropes and
to the outside! Van Haggard goes out too, and all three members of the Young & The Reckless dogpile him, trying to keep him out of the ring, as Scott Sharplin
begins the count. The rest of the Misfits aren’t taking this lying down, though: Mystic Exposition rush to Stein’s aid, while El Rey rolls under the ring
for some additional support. Expositioner hauls Odyssey Baldwin off Stein, tossing him right into a dropkick from Mystic Ninja!

Expo turns back to help Stein, but the man needs no help. LVH and Dio Muerte are rocketed backwards as Stein pushes each man off him, then jerkily sits
up and takes a few quick steps to the ring. Sharplin’s on four, five, six, and Stein’s almost there, but Dio Muerte’s back at him, and hits him across
the shoulders with the bat! There’s a sickening crack, but it isn’t Stein. It’s the bat. The bat has a big crack right down the middle! Stein grabs onto
the rope, seemingly oblivious to Dio Muerte’s vicious attack, and climbs into the ring as Sharplin counts NINE… El Rey, meanwhile, has pulled a few items
out from under the apron, including a chair, a table, and a giant wedge of foam cheese.

Stein stands alone in the ring, looking out at the Young and The Reckless, as none of them seem like they want to come in. Stein turns back and looks at
his corner, and he sees Mystic Ninja there, so he tags him in. Quickly LVH slides in to the ring, and tags in Dio Muerte. Dio and Ninja in the ring, Dio
lays into the Ninja with a chop, which stumbles him back slightly, but Ninja follows it up with a toe kick to Dio’s gut. A second chop from Dio, and another
kick from Ninja. Chop! Kick! Chop! Kick! Dio chops Ninja, and then nails him with a suplex! Ninja’s groggy, and Dio Muerte lifts him up and hauls him out
of the ring! Dio Muerte climbs over the top rope, then RAMS Ninja chest-first into the apron! All the air knocked out of him, Ninja collapses, and Dio
Muerte hauls him onto the timekeeper’s table. Then he gets back into the ring, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and lets fly with a FROG SPLASH!

And hits NOTHING BUT TABLE! Ninja rolled out of the way in the nick of time, and Dio Muerte is howling in pain! Ninja lifts him up and hauls him into the
ring, then tags in Stein again! Stein walks slowly towards Dio Muerte, then lifts him up in a cobra clutch! Dio Muerte is SMOTHERED IN KETCHUP! Sharplin
holds up Dio’s arm, and it falls once! Sharplin lifts the arm up again, and it falls once more! Coast 2 Coast quickly rush in to break up the sleeper,
but Mystic Exposition fell them with double dropkicks on either side of Stein and Dio! Sharplin lifts Dio’s arm a third time, and it falls! Dio Muerte
did not tap out, but the force of the SMOTHERING put him out!

FRANK WARBURTON: Dio Muerte has been eliminated!

BILL HEWSON: The captain of The Young and The Reckless has just been eliminated! And now C2C is down two men against the entire Toys team, without the captain!
REX CALIBER: ABANDON SHIP!

Link Van Haggard quickly rolls out of the ring after that kick to the jaw, which leaves Odyssey Baldwin as the legal man for Y&R. Stein gets to his feet
and tags in The Expositioner, who has some experience against Mr. Baldwin. Odyssey puts Expo down with a belly to belly suplex, but Expo moves out of the
way of a falling knee drop, and Odyssey is on the mat, holding his knee in pain. Expo back on his feet, he shouts out to the crowd: “And now, ladies and
gentlemen, it is time for me to…X-POUND!” And he does: crashing into Odyssey Baldwin, Expositioner lets fire with rights and lefts until Sharplin calls
for him to break it up. “Of course, sir,” says Expo, “I always respect and admire the men in your oof!”

Yes, he said “oof.” Because Odyssey Baldwin just nailed him in the little Expos. Expositioner’s on his knees, and Odyssey Baldwin’s circling him in the
ring, a little limp in his right step. He slaps Expo across the face, open-handed, which earms him a warning from Sharplin, but he just laughs it off and
slams The Expositioner with a Baldwin Factor! Here’s the cover, one, two, th–Expo kicks out! Baldwin is gritting his teeth in frustration, but he gives
Expositioner a few boots to the back for his troubles, and then sneers at the crowd, who pelt him with verbal abuse. Sneering, he turns back to Expositioner,
who’s just getting to his feet; Baldwin whips him into the far ropes, and nails him with a Flying Forearm, which crashes Expo back to the mat. Baldwin
goes up to the top rope, and tries a Left Turn at Beverly Hills!

AND EXPO LIFTS HIS KNEES! The Young and The Reckless are putting their bodies on the line, but they just can’t seem to catch a break with their top rope
maneuvers! Odyssey Baldwin is flat on the mat, and Expo goes for a cover, one, two, kickout! Both men are huffing and puffing, trying to get a little energy
back, and Sharplin starts the ten count. The Expositioner starts crawling at two, and gets to his corner to tag in Mystic Ninja, who helps his partner
to his feet. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asks Expo. Ninja nods, and the two men get to opposite turnbuckles. The crowd shouts out BINGO TANGO!
“X-TERMINATE!”

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Mystic Exposition nail Odyssey Baldwin with their dropkicks, and Ninja goes for the pin! One, two, three!

FRANK WARBURTON: Odyssey Baldwin has been eliminated!

REX CALIBER: Now Link Van Haggard has to face down ALL FOUR of those whackjobs by himself? No way, man, no (BLEEP) way. Forget it, Link: it’s Chinatown!
Link Van Haggard either doesn’t hear Rex Caliber or doesn’t care. He rushes the ring, snarling and roaring, and kicks Expo right in the balls! That’s a
sensitive area for anyone, and DOUBLY sensitive for Expo right now! Then he slams him down with a Thunderchild Driver, and starts laying into him with
kicks as he lies there motionless. Mystic Ninja, the legal man, comes in to save his partner, and gets a thumb to the eye for his trouble. Ninja stumbles,
and Van Haggard capitalizes with a swinging neckbreaker! Climbing to the top rope, maybe it’s the Reckless’ turn for a string of good luck? BULLET THE
BLUE SKY CONNECTS! Mystic Ninja’s as limp as a rag doll! Here’s the cover, one, two, three!

FRANK WARBURTON: Mystic Ninja has been eliminated!

Van Haggard kicks Expo out of the ring and he crashes to the ground. El Rey de Corizones rushes him, but he ducks and El Ray garrottes himself on the top
rope, then falls back in time to recieve a knee smash from LVH! Link Van Haggard stands in the middle of the ring, furious: he is a man possessed right
now! He rushes the Misfits’ corner, and bumps Stein off the apron; Stein hits his head on the barricade! STEIN ISN’T MOVING!

BILL HEWSON: My god! Van Haggard has El Rey in the middle of the ring with no current means of support!

REX CALIBER: He wants to show him exactly what he’s going up against at Supremacy! There won’t be any partners to protect him from the Carolinas Champ then!
Link Van Haggard turns his attention back to El Rey, hitting him with the German Suplex, then with the bridge, one, two, El Rey kicks out. But LVH is not
letting El Rey get a breath; he stomps him a few times, then starts choking him with the sole of his boot! Sharplin has to count to four until he lets
go. Sharplin starts to lecture him but Link just turns his back on him and starts choking El Rey up against the ropes! Again with the release on the count
of four, and Sharplin grabs him by the shoulder says he won’t get a third four count. “I won’t NEED it,” spits Van Haggard, and he hauls El Rey to his
feet and hits him with a chop; El Rey falls backwards to the ropes but then bounces back and fires off with a chop of his own. Van Haggard, stunned, returns
the favour, but El Rey chops back! CHOP BATTLE! Link, Rey, Link, Rey, Link–EL REY GETS A KNEE TO THE GUT! Link Van Haggard is doubled over, and El Rey
goes for the DDT, but Link quickly breaks the hold and bounces off the ropes for a swinging neckbreaker! Link with the pin, one, two, three–El Rey gets
the foot on the ropes! Link can’t believe it; he starts tearing his hair but quickly reconsiders, then turns his attentio back to El Rey. Link steps back
towards him–El Rey with the roll-up! One, two, kickout!

Both men on their feet now, they lock up: Link Van Haggard tries for a German Suplex, but El Rey reverses it into a back body drop, but Link Van Haggard
quickly breaks free and comes at El Rey again! El Rey sidesteps the charching Kiwi, but Van Haggard rebounds off the ropes RIGHT INTO REY’S KNEE! Link’s
doubled over, El Rey tries for the double arm underhook, and gets it! Tango Pasado del Amor! The cover! One, two, three!

FRANK WARBURTON: Link Van Haggard has been eliminated! Your winners…THE MISFIT TOYS!

REX CALIBER: Now THAT’S how you do things in REBEL Pro, Hewson! If he does that in January, El Rey de Corizones will be the Carolinas champ!

BILL HEWSON: Link Van Haggard did his best, but the odds were stacked against him. The Misfit Toys pick up the win in a brutal contest, but I’m worried
for Stein!

As is Mystic Exposition, who have made their way over to where Stein lays on the ground, motionless. The Expositioner calls his name, and Stein sits straight
up, looking around at his partners. He sees El Rey standing in the middle of the ring, his hand raised, and smiles. Crowd goes tomato!

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The fans are red hot after seeing some of the most exciting wrestling in all of Indy Wrestling. Suddenly, “Holy Diver” by Dio starts to play. The crowd
gives a mild response as rookie Gregory Zade steps through the curtain. Chants of “who the hell are you” are you flood the arena as the young upstart makes
his way to the ring. A smug smile is on the face of Zade as he slides into the ring.

GREGORY ZADE: Give me a damn mic.

Frank Warburton raises an eyebrow and passes the mic to Zade, who snatches it rudely from his hand.

GREGORY ZADE: Thank you. Now if you please, take your fat out of shape body out of this ring and let a pro do his job. Can you handle that lard ass? Get
the hell out!

Frank leaves the ring. The crowd boos this.

BILL HEWSON: Nobody talks to Frank Warburton like that! Come on, who is this kid think he is?

GREGORY ZADE: Now that Poppin Fresh is out of this cheap dirty ring, I can get down to business.

Okay, the crowd’s had about enough of Gregory Zade. Boooooo!

GREGOY ZADE: Shut the hell up! I have been here five minutes and already I can see what a talentless roster this promotion has. I heard you Canadian wrestling
fans were such smart fans. But after hearing you cheer for all this crap, I can see that your just as full of shit as this damn promotion.

The boos shoot into the ring like a moth to a flame.

GREGORY ZADE: So right now. I’m sending out an open challenge to anyone who want to face me baby! So whats say it, NAPW? Whats my first match?

BILL HEWSON: Gregory Zade DEMANDING a match here, well geez kid, I’m sure NAPW didn’t hire you to come out and TALK.

REX CALIBER: Hey I dunno, I kinda like this kid. I mean geez, Hewson, you seen these Calgary fans? “Fat and out of shape” is a damned compliment for most
of ‘em.

BILL HEWSON: Well here comes the commissioner right now, we’ll see what he makes of “Gregory Zade.”

The crowd cheers Terry Brandon, not that they’re huge fans, but they’re happy to see anybody come in and shut this kid up.

TERRY BRANDON: First of all, good evening Calgary, and thank you all for coming out to see NAPW, by God it’s been over two years! Are you enjoying one hell
of a show so far? (POP) Well don’t go anywhere because we’ve got a lot more to come. NOW! Son, Gregory Zade, let me get this straight if I heard you right,
that you think NAPW is “full of shit.” And then if my ears don’t deceive me, you “want a match?” Is that right?

GREGORY ZADE: That’s right, old man. You put me in any damn match and I’ll beat any one of these NAPW “Superstars.”

Ooh.

TERRY BRANDON: Well, I’m not a spring chicken, that’s for sure, so old man, hey… fair comment, alright. But I’ll tell you what ISN’T a fair comment! It’s
signing a contract to NAPW and then coming out here and proclaiming that NAPW is full of shit! Well if NAPW is full of shit, then why the hell did you
sign a contract? Listen, son, you’re from England, but this is Calgary Alberta, home of the Calgary Stampede! Alberta Beef! And being that this is Calgary,
most of these people know exactly what shit is, and most of the time it comes out of a cow’s ass, but right now I think all these fans would agree that
NAPW is not only NOT full of shit, but the talent in NAPW is among the best in the world! And the only REASON anybody would want to come here is to wrestle
amongst the BEST in the world! So are you here to wrestle shitty wrestlers in some run-down two-bit wanna-be indie promotion, or are you here to wrestle
the best in the world?

Whew. Did he even take a breath in that spiel. Zade just smirks and takes the microphone.

GREGORY ZADE: Are you about done old man or do you just like hearing yourself talk? I don’t need to repeat myself, you heard what I had to say and so did
all these roly-poly alberta hicks.

Calling Albertans hicks? CALGARY albertans? Well, I mean… fair enough, but still. BOOOOO.

TERRY BRANDON: Fair enough, I already know what you said. But allow me to lay a few things out for you. Here in NAPW, you don’t come in and get title shots,
big matches, or any of that right off the bat. Here in NAPW, it’s about wins and losses. And you win, you move up the rankings, you lose, somebody’s going
to take your spot! We give you the opportunities and you do the most to make of them. And secondly we didn’t hire you to do nothing with you, but since
you want a match so bad and can’t wait til the New Year, then I tell you what. Next week I have a double-debut, but just for YOU, Zade, I’m going to make
it a TRIPLE-THREAT. It’ll be Black Thursday III, one of our biggest shows ever, and you got a chance to make an impression! Three newcomers looking to
show the NAPW fans that they deserve their spots! Luke O’Hern vs Trent Daniels vs Gregory Zade! And I’ll tell you what, Zade, if you can win, I’ll give
you a spot in the 2008 Canada Cup, where men like Rex Caliber and Billy Kryenik became household names! Now enough with all this talking, we have a WRESTLING
show to do!

Brandon leaves the ring. Zade smirks, he looks reasonably satisfied… “Holy Diver” hits and Zade poses for the fans to a chorus of boos. Well, on with
the show…

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REX CALIBER: I tell you, I wouldn’t even joe her in the —

BILL HEWSON: And I thought Jack Attack was bad.

FRANK WARBURTON: The following is an Ultimate Attrition match!

“STONE COLD CRAZY!”

And here comes the team of Wrestling 101. Andrew Rossi enters first, scowling. He is followed by the COVERED IN GOLD duo of Ace and Wylde, C.A.B.S., accompanied
by Rosie Cheeks. Trailing a significant distance behind them is the NAPW Heritage champion Stone Zellor. Stone gets a nice pop, contrary to the boos the
crowd is dishing out to CABS and Rossi.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first! The captain, Andrew Rossi! The NAPW and REBEL tag team champions accompanied by Rosie Cheeks, Ace Adams and Steven Wylde,
C.A.B.S.! And finally, the NAPW Heritage champion, Stone Zellor! They are WRESTLING 101!

REX CALIBER: Look at all that gold, Hewson. Damn beautiful.

BILL HEWSON: C.A.B.S. made history in the month of November, becoming the NAPW and REBEL tag team champions at the same time. Stone Zellor has rarely been
parted from the Heritage belt since early summer. Andrew Rossi is the only man who does not hold gold on this team.

REX CALIBER: Yeah, only because the current NAPW management HOLDIN’ THE MAN DOWN.

BILL HEWSON: I don’t remember you being a huge Rossi fan when you were in charge.

REX CALIBER: Hey, guy got title shots when I was in charge didn’t he?

101 hit the ring. C.A.B.S. do their censorship pose with Rosie. Stone hangs out in the corner, looking completely unhappy to be part of this. Rossi looks
towards the entrance, cheek twitching in agitation…

SUPERFLY!

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing the second-team! First, from Boston Massachuesetts… DR. TITTYLOVER!

The mad pimp dances his way down to ringside, seeing if there are any big women in the crowd, he loves his fleshy ladies.

“SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER!
SCHOOL’S OUT FOR EVER!”

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing second, from parts unknown… PROFESSOR P!

REX CALIBER: Professor P done his christmas shoppin’ early!

Indeed he has. As GWAR’s version of the classic tune blasts, Professor P comes out pushing a shopping cart fulla PLUNDAH (™Dusty Rhodes). His music faces,
and then Tool hits. Manny X comes out, stroking his long braided goatee, wearing a full-length flame-detailed overcoat.

FRANK WARBURTON: Next, from Los Angeles California… MANNY X!

Manny comes to the ring, evil intentions on his face. Rosie hides behind CABS as Manny leers at her. Professor P proceeds to start tossing weapons into
the ring as Wrestling 101 looks on in disgust. Dr. Tittylover is trying to mack on one of those fat female wrestling fans, the ones that show off as much
cleavage as possible to try to compensate for their FAT. But the fans are waiting for one man…

“WE FALL, WE FALL!”

AND HERE HE COMES!

FRANK WARBURTON: And introducing the CAPTAIN of the GOAT PIMP-TASTIC SEXY ALL-STARS… “Superstar” TOMMY DEATHROW!

BILL HEWSON: And here comes the man, and he’s got a barbed wire 2×4 in his hands! That’s right, this match is SUPERSTAR rules, and that means —

REX CALIBER: TIME TO LET REBEL REIGN!

BILL HEWSON: Here we go!

Deathrow slides into the ring, immediately met by Andrew Rossi who slugs him, knocking the barbed-wire 2×4 away. Manny and Professor P slide into the ring
as well, hooking up with a CABS member each! Rosie ditches out of the ring in a hurry as Tittylover and Stone Zellor both hang around the outside. Superstar
rules means no tags, anybody can be pinned at any time! Rossi and CABS each taking control on the Goat-Pimps, backing them into corners. TRIPLE IRISH-WHIP!
The Pimps stop in the middle of the ring. Deathrow grins and smacks Manny and Professor P each in the sack, then the Goat Pimps drop trow and display SEXY
(disgusting) ass to the Wrestling 101. Ace Adams and Wylde look horrified as Rossi throws up in his mouth a little. Rosie Cheeks shrieks on the outside
and tries to look away. The Pimps pull up the pants and then each charge, splashing their opponents in each corner! Here we go again, TRIPLE IRISH-WHIP
sends Rossi and CABS colliding into one another as the fans go crazy for the Goat Pimp-Tastic Sexy All-Stars!

BILL HEWSON: Many fans have wanted to see Manny X and Deathrow in the same ring together, but Professor P seems to be right on the same page with the level
of… uh… well, he doesn’t seem to lack any inhibitions.

REX CALIBER: And he’s got a barbed-wire double-ended dildo! Damn, I ain’t ever used one like that before!

BILL HEWSON: Oh my goodness.

Professor P, yes. Has a double-ended dildo wrapped in barbed wire. This match is rated NC-17. He pulls Rossi up and WAILS away at the man’s head with it.
Rossi goes down in pain and P kneels down, raking the disgustingly deadly device across his forehead in a total gross-out spot. Meanwhile, Deathrow and
Steven Wylde have gotten into a slugfest. P gets off of Rossi, who is GUSHING blood already. Adams sent off the ropes CLANG! Manny X takes his head off
with a steel chair shot! Good Lord! Wait a minute, Deathrow’s turn! Manny puts the chair over Adams’ face and Deathrow hits a running elbow drop. SMASH.
Adams’ leg quivers. Manny rolls outside and pulls Rossi with him, smashing the man into the guardrail. Adams is pulled out by Rosie to spare him, but WYLDE!
SPEAR! He spears Professor P down out of nowhere! He gets up and grabs Deathrow by the back for a German suplex, TRICK KNEE. STD kicks him in the nuts,
then hits a bulldog onto the barbed wire 2×4! Oh my god!

BILL HEWSON: This match has gotten out of hand already! Wrestling 101, at least 3/4 of them, are totally against garbage wrestling, but how can they possibly
survive when their opponents are willing to brutalize them so? Rossi and Adams are both busted open already, and now so is Steven Wylde!

REX CALIBER: He’s gonna get a lot more than busted open, cos it’s time for TOTAL NONSTOP (BLEEP)IN’ TOMMY!

AKA Alex Shelley’s SKULLF***. And Deathrow is pounding Wylde head-first into the barbed wire with his mighty crotch thrusts. It’s horrible on so many levels.
Wylde rolls out of the ring. Ace is trying to fend off Manny X now, as Manny is coming for ROSIE. He’s got bad intentions on his mind. Rossi and Professor
P brawl into the crowd of wrestlers as Wylde somehow gets up — DEATHROW WITH A SLOPPY SUICIDE DIVE ONTO THE ENTIRE CROWD OF ‘EM! Six men and one woman
are down, as suddenly Dr. Tittylover rolls into the ring! He wants the microphone!

DR. TITTYLOVER: Hey suckas! Play the Titty’s music, baby! Calgary needs some lovin’ from the flyest pimp in north of 60 crackas!

“SUPERFLY” hits up at the mad doctor’s request and he busts a move! Pop! Lock! Snap, crackle, pop! The crowd starts chanting “TITTY, TITTY, TITTY.” But
wait. Stone Zellor suddenly shaking his head at the good doctor.

STONE ZELLOR: You call those moves, my man? Check this out, cos I got MAD skillz, bitch!

The crowd says “bitch” along with Stone, who begins to rock it up, BREAKDANCING… and then reaching for the sky! The Doctor flashes his plated grill in
a grin as the crowd chants “YOU GOT SERVED! YOU GOT SERVED.” Stone bows and says “your turn” to the Doctor. Titty holds up a finger, saying “I got dis
cracka!” And begins to do his best James Brown impression, dropping down into the splits. He then goes crazy and Stone Zellor grabs a towel from the timekeeper,
putting it over Titty, seemingly calming him down. Stone leads Titty to the ropes

OWWWWWW! Titty springs back into life, doing a crazy dance that’s half James Brown, half Ric Flair

WHAM

Until he gets speared down by Steven Wylde! Stone looks pissed, yelling “Hey man, we was just getting started.” Adams is in the ring too, grabbing the good
doctor in a bear hug — WYLDE OFF THE ROPES! CENSOR THIS! Adams makes the cover, one, two three!

FRANK WARBURTON: As a result of a pinfall, Dr. Tittylover has been eliminated!

BILL HEWSON: Well Stone Zellor was just getting into a dance-off with Dr. Tittylover, until CABS eliminated the man with a sneak attack! And I don’t think
Stone’s very happy with this turn of events.

REX CALIBER: What’s his damn problem anyways, this ain’t American Bandstand, you gotta pin your guys to win the match.

Meanwhile, Stone is giving CABS a piece of his mind as Tittylover rolls out. The Goat-Pimps are regrouping outside, and are watching as Wrestling 101 seem
to implode. Rossi rolls into the ring and asserts his leadership, telling Stone to get on the damn page. The bloody 101 members are standing their ground
… and Stone Zellor turns to leave the ring.

“WAIT!”

Rosie Cheeks jumps into the ring and Stone turns around. She has a pleading expression on her face as Ace and Steven look at her in confusion. She has the
mic.

ROSIE CHEEKS: Stone, don’t leave this team! With you, Wrestling 101 can win this match… we need you! I—I need you!

BILL HEWSON: Rosie Cheeks… NEEDS Stone Zellor?

REX CALIBER: Damn, maybe that’s why she keeps turning down the rides on the Rex Machine, she got the hots for Stone Zellor! Crazy broad!

BILL HEWSON: I think this is news to Rosie’s CABS allies, they don’t look too thrilled!

Ace grabs Rosie’s arm, demanding an explanation. At that, Stone grabs Ace and pulls her away from Rosie. “Hey leave her alone, she’s just a girl who can’t
get over it, man.” Rossi tries to keep the peace. Meanwhile, the Goat-Pimps have all hit the front row, sitting with the fans, drinking their beer. Tempers
are heating up in the ring as Rosie gets inbetween Ace and Stone, then once again looks to Stone, with one more imploring. Stone says “look girl, it’s
OVER. Ain’t happening.” Rosie’s face shows her heart breaking, and then …

SHE SLAPS STONE ZELLOR ACROSS THE FACE!

Stone looks stunned, but before anybody else can react… BUBBLES COMES FROM THE AISLE AND TACKLES ROSIE CHEEKS!

REX CALIBER: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

BILL HEWSON: Will you be serious — wait, Rosie Cheeks and Bubbles are going at it! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

CABS pull Rosie off, Stone and Rossi pulling Bubbles. Stone shoves Rossi away, holding Bubbles around the waist. ROSIE BREAKS FREE! She lunges at Bubbles

PIMP SLAP!

Bubbles pimp slaps Rosie Cheeks down! That’s enough for Stone Zellor, who picks Bubbles up over his shoulder and gets out of the ring, carrying Bubbles
to the back without a backwards glance at his teammates or Rosie Cheeks. Rossi and CABS are looking furious as Rosie wails in the center of the ring, and
Stone is GONE.

BILL HEWSON: There are no count-outs in a Superstar rules match, but I don’t think Stone Zellor is coming back! What a turn of events we have just witnessed,
folks… I don’t even know how to describe it!

REX CALIBER: (BLEEP)in’ awesome, that’s how!

BILL HEWSON: And now that the drama is done, here come the Goat-Pimps for more! It’s three-on-three, and the violence has just begun!

Rossi and CABS are blindsided by the pimps, using their fists of fury and pimpness. Manny hoists up Ace – TAZZMISSIONPLEX! He covers, one, two, Ace gets
out! Professor P misses a Big Boot on Andrew Rossi, and gets CAUGHT by a STIFF lariat from Rossi! PAINKILLER ATTEMPT! P could tap out, but Deathrow stomps
Rossi in the head to stop that. Deathrow pulls Rossi up, throws some big right hands and shoots him to the ropes. STD grabs a “One-way” sign and clanks
it across Rossi’s face on the rebound. Cover one, two, Rossi with a kick-out.

Deathrow gets up — WYLDE! Boot to the gut, SCISSORS KICK! He would cover, but Professor P nails him from behind with the barbed wire 2×4! It tears and
rips at Wylde’s white shirt and flesh, pinpricks of blood erupting through the white! Wylde turns around, in pain, as P rears back for one big shot —
Adams grabs the 2×4 away from behind and tosses it outside! P punches Ace in the head, but a blood-frenzied Wylde grabs him from behind for a CENSORPLEX!
Manny charges, ducked, eats a CENSORPLEX! Deathrow throws a right hand, Wylde blocks and ducks around behind, CENSORPLEX!

BILL HEWSON: BLOODY OR NOT, Steven Wylde has just decimated the Goat-Pimps in a blood-rage! CABS and Rossi all pin! We could see all three men eliminated
in one, one, two, th NO! Kicks-out from each Goat-Pimp!

REX CALIBER: They’re not just not All-Stars, they’re sexy All-Stars, but this match is fourteen kinds of insane, Hewson. AND I LOVE IT.

Wrestling 101 toss Deathrow and Professor P over the ropes, the STD and Prof landing hard. CABS want to settle Manny X. Manny starts firing wild rights
and lefts but the three-on-one is too much. Adams with a scoop slam… into a reverse DDT! Rossi slides outside the ring, hitting a russian leg sweep on
Deathrow BACK INTO THE GUARDRAIL! Damn. Wylde and Adams continuing the double team, what’s this? Wylde with a reverse suplex, dropping Manny straight down
onto the canvas. Ace pulls the stunned man up, and it’s a double-team Fisherman’s buster! Cover

ONE

TWO

THKICKOUT!

Somehow Manny X kicks out of that big double fisherman’s buster. On the outside, Rossi tosses Professor P into the crowd. He’s going to let CABS get the
double-team as long as possible — long enough to eliminate the REBEL rouser. Manny is still going, but the bloody CABS want him DONE.

BILL HEWSON: Manny X represents everything that CABS HATE about pro wrestling! The man is famous for barbed wire matches, ladder matches, street fights,
you name it!

REX CALIBER: The dude is one (BLEEP)ed up dude, and the fans in Carolina love it. Course they’re in-bred hicks, but still, they’re asses are in seats for
a dude like Manny X.

BILL HEWSON: Rex, you’re from Carolina.

REX CALIBER: Don’t even go there Hewson, or I’ll knock you out. I’m not your usual pussy idiot partner.

BILL HEWSON: Hey, Jack may be a pussy and he may be an idiot, but… what was that third thing?

In the ring, Manny is suplexed to the canvas. Wylde covers, again only a two count. Adams says that’s IT, it’s time to end this. He pulls Manny up, talking
trash to him… and then hooks it up. FULLY CENSORED. The Forward Russian Legsweep! Ace crosses his arms, “It’S OVER,” and hooks the leg. ONE, TWO, THREE
SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! Ace can’t believe it, screaming at referee Anthony Uruburu! Uruburu confirms a two, even as Wylde grabs him by the lapels in
anger. The ref shoves Wylde off ROLLED UP BY MANNY! ONE! TWO! Ace breaks it up!

BILL HEWSON: Manny X almost caught a break right there! How much more can he survive?

REX CALIBER: My answer? Not THIS!

BILL HEWSON: CABS setting up for the CENSOR THIS! They’ve already pinned Tittylover with it!

Ace holds the beaten Manny in a bear hug as Wylde hits the ropes — Tripped! STD pulls Wylde out of the ring, where’s Rossi? He’s down! STD must have gotten
him! Before Ace can even react, still holding Manny, Professor P

DESTROYS HIM WITH A BIG BOOT!

Manny X rolls over and hooks the leg of Ace! ONE, TWO, THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Ace Adams has been eliminated by a pinfall!

BILL HEWSON: We’re down to a three on two! Rossi and Wylde need a fall, and fast!

REX CALIBER: You know, that Professor P guy…

BILL HEWSON: What?

REX CALIBER: Nothing, just seein’ things.

Rossi gets rolled in. Professor P grabs him and puts him in the TREE OF WOE. STD punches Wylde some more on the outside. Irish whip, reversed, STD into
the steel steps! Manny is shaking the cobwebs loose… Meanwhile, Professor P has Rossi upside down, and grabs the man’s arm! He’s got a cross arm-breaker,
hanging off the ring apron as Rossi yells in pain! The referee tells Professor P to break it, he can’t call a DQ but he won’t take a submission either.
Professor P doesn’t give a damn. Manny is back to his feet — WYLDE WITH A SPEAR — NO! Manny side-steps! Wylde stops himself, but when he turns around
he gets CRACKED in the face with a steel chair! The blood is flowing even more! Manny X pulls up Steven Wylde, inverted fireman’s carry… and here it
is! GANG BANGING SINCE ’94! Wylde knocked silly by the knee to the back of his head as Manny covers ONE, TWO, THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Steven Wylde has been eliminated by a pinfall!

BILL HEWSON: We’re down to a 3 on 1 situation, and Manny X has scored pinfalls over both members of the CABS! He just pinned both members of the NAPW and
REBEL tag team champions! This man deserves a tag title shot!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, maybe. Hey Hewson, that move Professor P is using… don’t it look familiar to you Hewson?

BILL HEWSON: You know, it does, but I couldn’t for the life of me place it.

REX CALIBER: While Professor P gots to let go of it, he has to eliminate Andrew Rossi, and he can’t do that even if he breaks his arm.

Uruburu finally gets involved, physically making Professor P break the hold. Rossi slumps down from the Tree of Woe. Slowly, he gets up… blood on his
face… and looks around.

In one corner, Professor P.

In the next, Manny X stroking his goatee like Jim The Anvil, laughing evilly.

In the final corner, the sickest Superstar of them all, the Tommy Deathrow.

Rossi eyes go wide, but his face turns into one of anger.

BILL HEWSON: And we know that if Andrew Rossi is pinned in this match-up, then he is only one loss away from losing his JOB in NAPW! It’s all about wins
here in NAPW and Rossi has been short on them lately!

REX CALIBER: Well he might want to drop the damn garbage wrestling hate if he wants a chance, this ain’t a wrestling match, this is a fight and he just
gotta survive now!

And the Goat-Pimps advance — SEXYKICK! Rossi hasn’t used that one in a while, he kicks Manny X’s teeth down his throat! Professor P nails him though,
and whips Rossi to the ropes. SPINEBUSTER FROM P — Rossi counters with an Impact DDT! Deathrow from behind CUTTER! Rossi nails Deathrow with a cutter!
Professor P is in position, what is Rossi doing? BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

BILL HEWSON: I never thought we’d see that move from Andrew Rossi again!

REX CALIBER: He’s gotta bring it all out, he’s down three on one man!

BILL HEWSON: And he covers on Professor P, one, two, Manny X with the save! Rossi almost lowered the odds, but as we’ve already seen tonight, three on one,
four on one, it’s hard to come back! Can Rossi do what nobody else tonight has done?

Not if Manny has anything to do about it. He clotheslines Rossi over the top rope, and then… HELL YOU MOTHER(BLEEP)ER! Cartwheel into a top rope corckscrew
suicide plancha — SPLAT. Rossi gets the HELL out of the way and Manny X splats into the concrete HARD. Oh man, that’s gotta hurt. Rossi doesn’t have
time to enjoy this small victory, he gets into the ring and tries to lariat a rising Deathrow’s head off — ducked! Deathrow boots the man in the gut,
DEATHROW DRIVER! NOBODY GETS OUT OF THIS WHEN HE HITS IT — so Rossi doesn’t let him hit it! Double-leg take out, INTO A JACK-KNIFE PINNING COMBINATION!
ONE, TWO, DEATHROW KICKS OUT! Rossi grabs the arm, PAINKILLER! Deathrow yells in pain, even the sexiest goat can only take so much —

Professor P with a knee smash right into Rossi’s face breaks that up. And then, Professor P hooks Rossi’s legs in a Cloverleaf style… and yells at Deathrow
to hook him up. STD cocks his head with a look of surprise, a look of dawning comprehension, a look of “No way.” Professor P hoists Rossi up, STD grabs
the man’s head.

“GOODBYE!”

FUBAR! FUBAR! CLOVER-LEAF IMPLANT DDT!

REX CALIBER: WAIT A MINUTE! ROSSI JUST GOT A HANGOVER!

BILL HEWSON: …IT CAN’T BE! THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! THE GOAT PIMP-TASTIC ALL-STARS WIN!

FRANK WARBURTON: Andrew Rossi has been eliminated, your winners… THE GOAT PIMP-TASTIC SEXY ALL-STARS!

The crowd erupts in cheers as “We Fall, We Fall” kicks up. But Deathrow signals to cut the music and looks at Professor P. The crowd, too, is wondering,
some getting excited. No. It couldn’t be. It can’t be!

Suddenly STD reaches over and violently rips off the Professor’s mask, revealing…

THE MAN IN BLACK!

BILL HEWSON: Professor P is the Man In Black? Unbelievable!

REX CALIBER: It ain’t just the Man In Black, Hewson, it’s…

The crowd is getting louder and louder, can it be? Can it possibly be? STD licks his lips, a huge grin breaking out on his face. Manny X is getting back
in the ring, holding his back, watching as this unfolds.

Professor P stands in the center of the ring, and reaches up to the MIB black bandana and zorro mask. He bows his head, holding it… and then rips it off.
REX CALIBER: KRUSTY. KID. PAULLLLLLL!

BILL HEWSON: SEXY ADORABLE DRUNKS! THE SAD ARE BACK!

The crowd is chanting “SAD, SAD, SAD!” as KKP looks up, hugging Deathrow. Then, “TOO SEXY” hits the PA, and it’s time for a SEXY ADORABLE DANCE. STD and
KKP look over at Manny X, telling him to dance too. P rips off the Professor P pants, revealing a black speedo underneath. Tommy agrees that pantsless
is the way to, wearing a red speedo. Manny X begins to pull his tights down, but then giggles, he ain’t wearing NOTHIN’ underneath. Manny leaves the ring,
letting SAD celebrate their reunion by bumping asses. The crowd goes nuts. Because this is a totally screwed up e-fed, basically. STD hits the corner and
begins to pinch his nipples as Professor P hits the opposite corner and does the same.

And they do their little turns, on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah, they do their little turn on the catwalk. STD & KKP = SAD = AWESOMES!

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FRANK WARBURTON: The following contest is sheduled for one fall and is for the NAPW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first! Weighing in at two
hundred and twenty-seven pounds! From the Kingdom of Zamunda! This is PRINCE DARKO!

AkForty hits the speakers, and Darko comes out, looking over the Calgary crowd. Booos! Boos, I say! Darko doesn’t cotton to what the fans think, instead
motioning that he’ll be wearing that big shiny belt after this is done with.

BILL HEWSON: The challenger to Bruce Richards is as arrogant as usual. Rex, what do you think Darko’s going to need to do here to defeat the NAPW champion?
REX CALIBER: Hit Bruce hard and hit him often! If Darko’s able to be speedier than Bruce, that should be an advantage, because if Bruce gets him in a power
move or two, that could be all she wrote!

Muse! Western glam! Cheers from the crowd!

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! He is the NAPW World Heavyweight champion! Hailing from St. Albert, Alberta, he weighs in at two hundred and seventy
pounds! He is Bruce! The BEAST! Richards!

Bruce Richards enters, Bill Fleming at his side, and surveys the fans, all of them cheering him. A few in the front row start bowing because they are not
worthy. One guy holds up a sign that says “Never Trust The Beast!” Bruce and Bill walk towards the ring, Bill talking as Bruce stares evenly at Prince
Darko.

BILL HEWSON: Over the past week, Bruce has been, well, dismissive of Darko. He seems to be more concerned with Donovan Astros at Black Thursday III!

REX CALIBER: Nothing against Bruce, but that’s how you lose belts! You should be focused on what’s in front of you, not what’s down the road!

BILL HEWSON: The way Bruce is staring daggers at Prince Darko, that doesn’t seem like much of a problem.

Bruce enters the ring, and Morgan Smythe explains the rules to both men. Richards takes off his duster, and hands it over the top rop to Fleming at ringside.
And Darko takes advantage, striking while Bruce’s back is turned. Chop block to the knee! As Bruce falls, Smythe calls for the bell, and shouts at Darko
for taking such an underhanded first shot. Bruce is on the mat, clutching the knee, but Darko pulls the leg of Richards and drapes it over the bottom rope,
kicking it a few times for good measure. He climbs out of the ropes, and throws a leg drop on the leg of Bruce onto the bottom rope.

BILL HEWSON: The nerve of that Darko!

REX CALIBER: He’s taking his spots as he sees them, Bill!

Bruce pulls himself up by the ropes, and Darko slides back in the ring, running at the champion. RUNNING DDT! Bruce’s head hits the mat, and Darko runs
at the ropes for Just Perfection. Cover by Darko! One! T- kickout by Bruce, weakly. Darko picks up the stunned Richards, and delivers Laid Out Number Two,
driving the face of Bruce into the canvas. Bruce gets up, angered, but Darko has hightailed it out of Richards’ sight. Bruce looks around. Darko’s crouched
outside the ring, and slides back in as stealthy as he can. Bruce whips around, furious, and runs at Darko, with a clothesline, and Darko ducks, grabbing
the head of the champ, and pulling down! Bruce falls backwards onto the mat again, and Darko rakes the eyes. Morgan Smythe with a warning. Darko gets off
Bruce, and Bruce is punching at air, temporarily blinded. Bruce stands up, and Darko runs at him, flying into the air and over Bruce’s head. OVER AND OUT!
Darko scrambles for a cover. One! Two!

And Bruce Richards throws Darko off his chest WITH AUTHORITY! Darko rolls to the apron of the ring.

REX CALIBER: Oh, god. Bruce is going to kill him.

The crowd senses this too. “THE BEAST IS GOING TO KILL YOU!” Darko looks around, a little bewildered. He grabs the arm of Richards, and tries to whip him
to the ropes. But Bruce stays still, pulling Darko towards him. SPINEBUSTER! Darko writhes in pain on the mat, and Bruce picks him up by the back of the
neck, throwing him over his shoulders. Torture Rack makes Darko scream! And Bruce keeps on applying pressure to the back of Prince Darko. But he doesn’t
seem satisfied. He stops the rack, throwing Darko over his shoulder. Powerslam onto the mat! Bruce covers, but picks up Darko after Smythe counts one.
He’s nowhere near done. He suplexes Darko, and throws him to the ground with a pumphandle. Darko rolls out of the ring, and he’s done with this match.
The crowd boos, but Darko could care less. He’s outta here. But he tries to leave with the NAPW title. Frank Warburton is arguing with him, as Bruce glares
at Darko in the ring. Bruce has had enough. He runs at the ropes, and flies over them, launching himself at Darko. Suicide Plancha into the guardrails!
And the crowd? They go kumquat!

“THE BEAST IS GOING TO KILL YOU!”

BILL HEWSON: Once again, taking no heed of his own safety, Bruce Richards sacrifices himself to make Darko hurt even more!

REX CALIBER: Take it from me, when two hundred and seventy pounds come over the top rope and decide to make you their cushion? It’s no picnic!

Richards shoves Darko underneath the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckles, and it’s a top-rope moonsault! Darko is squashed, and Smythe counts. One! Two!
Bruce sits up, shaking his head. He eyes flash red. He’s not done yet. He picks up Darko once more, and Darko out of nowhere, desperately shoves his shoulder
into the gut of Bruce Richards. Bruce wasn’t expecting that, and folds up. Darko gets Bruce into position, kneeing him in the face. And he puts Bruce’s
head between his legs, trying to pull him up for the Zamunda Driver! But Bruce hollers, and whips up, throwing Prince Darko over his head. Darko gets up.
Clothesline! Darko gets up a bit slower and more groggily. Clothesline! Darko wearily gets up, holding his finger in the air as if to say, “Did someone
get the license plate of that tru- CLOTHESLINE! Darko’s not getting back up, but Bruce just pulls him up by the scruff of his neck. Darko is pulled onto
the shoulders of the champion. CHART ATTACK! And Bruce Richards covers as the crowd counts along.

One!

Two!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Your winner, and still NAPW World champion! BRUCE RICHARDS!

Bruce looks down at the battered Darko, and smiles. He looks straight into the camera recording this for the purposes of DVD production, and says, “Astros.
You’re next.” Fleming joins Bruce, giving him his belt and gambler’s hat. And as they walk out of the building, Bruce slaps the hands of every fan who
rushes to the barricade. Darko? He’s being attended to by Morgan Smythe outside the ring.

BILL HEWSON: For a few minutes, I thought Prince Darko might actually have the number of the World Champion, but WOW. Something came loose inside of Bruce
Richards and he truly became THE BEAST!

REX CALIBER: Darko’s a future world champ, Hewson, don’t you think otherwise. Tonight ain’t his night though.

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REX CALIBER: And thats when the stripper wiped off her chin and gave me my money back..

BILL HEWSON: I don’t know what to say.

REX CALIBER: In the words of Tupac… “I get around.”

BILL HEWSON: Anyways, the following contest pits four of the largest athletes in either fed, versus four guys who can legit tie you in a pretzel until you
scream uncle.

REX CALIBER: Tie me? You better think again Billy Bob… that shit don’t happen with the Rexcellence of Rexecution!

“When The Lights Go Out” begins to float into the ears of the jam packed Calgary crowd. Lloyd Rees enters the arena to a nice ovation. He don’t seem to
care one way or the other, just out here to do his thing which is WRESTLE!

FRANK WARBURTON: This is the final Ultimate Attrition match. Introducing first, from Wabana, Bell Island, Newfoundland, THE TECHNICAL TERROR! LDK! LLOYD
REES!

Marilyn Manson plays “This is the New Shit”, as one of the newest stars of REBEL enters the ringside area. Adam Davis is mostly booed, as his reputation
travels further than he thought.

FRANK WARBURTON: Next, from Detroit, Michigan, he is THE ICEMAN! ADAM DAVIS!

TWINKLE TWINKLE! And one of the hottest superstar on the Indy circuit walks out. Dez Carter wants desperately to make a man GO TO SLEEP! The size of his
opponents might make that a bit hard to do. The fans all stand up to give this man his due. He has no Asuka tonight, and probably is better off leaving
her in the back.

FRANK WARBURTON: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, DEZ CARTER!

“Path” by Apocalyptica and the crowd explodes as the former NAPW Champ walks out. He was the longest reigning champion of any NAPW Champion, ever. He marches
to the ring with purpose.

FRANK WARBURTON: From Brooklyn, New York, the captain of THE SHOOTERS…THIS IS RAVAGER!

The four men don’t really have a lot of love for the others. Fist bumps do go around in effort to at least for one night, be a unit. Then…

ATTACK!

KRENSHOV walks to the ring with a great ovation. He steps over the top rope… might be a trend.

FRANK WARBURTON: The first of their opponents, from Middletown, New Jersey… KRENSHOV!

“Zero” by Smashing Pumpkins blares through the speakers, and to a mixed reaction comes Dan Ryan.

FRANK WARBURTON: From Houston, Texas… THE EGO BUSTER! DAN RYAN!

“Bring Da Ruckus” by the Wu-Tang Clan and out comes the very disliked man, no matter where he goes, Murcielago. Enzo is with him as they make their way
to the crowded ring.

FRANK WARBURTON: From Manhattan, New York, he is MURCIELAGO!

BILL HEWSON: Any opinion on what this man has recently said about you?

REX CALIBER: That overgrown prick will get his… all in due time!

BILL HEWSON: You know something I don’t?

REX CALIBER: I know A LOT of things you don’t know Billy, but that might be a good thing for you.

Ravager tells his team mates that he wants to start the match. His partners take positions on the outside. As Faith No More cranks up and crowd begin to
boo heavily, out walks Jake Phoenix.

FRANK WARBURTON: And finally, the final member of the BMF team, the captain… from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, THE MURDER CITY DEVIL… JAKE PHOENIX!

He enters the ring, as Ravager is waiting for him, and the bell sounds. The rest of BMF gets comfy on the ring apron as Ravager starts chopping away on
the big man. Phoenix unloads with some rights and lefts of his own. The two men are going at it like a bare knuckled brawl. Ravager shoots and gets the
big man down. They roll around wailing on each other with punches. They roll to the outside. Morgan Smythe starts counting both men out. Ravager gets his
head smashed into the guardrail. TWO! Ravager blocks another attempt at it, and elbows Phoenix in the stomach. Their partners just look on as the hatred
spews from each man. THREE! Phoenix gets drop toe hold into the ring post. FOUR! Ravager tries whipping Phoenix into the railing, but is reversed. FIVE!
Ravager hits hard, and Phoenix nails a big boot, sending Ravager over the railing. SIX! Phoenix follows him out and SEVEN! These men are brawling through
the crowd. EIGHT! They near the front concession area. NINE! Security surrounds the two men as TEN!

FRANK WARBURTON: Via a countout, Ravager and Jake Phoenix are BOTH eliminated!

REX CALIBER: What the hell?

BILL HEWSON: They are getting separated and taken to the back. Adam Davis hops into the ring, as does Murcielago.

As the stunned crowd refocuses, Adam and Murc circle the ring, and they tie up. Murc shoves down Adam Davis and then poses like he is Lex Luger, minus the
drugs and horrible gimmicks. Adam shakes it off, and pops his neck. They try it again, but this time before they lock up Adam gets his thumb in the eye
of Murc. Murc winces and holds his eye… DROP KICK FROM DAVIS! The big man is down. Adam wastes little time, and starts working over the knee of Murc.
Murcielago is close to his corner and uses his height advantage to tag in Dan Ryan. Dan Ryan nails a high knee lift to the chin of Adam Davis.

REX CALIBER: All of these men, minus Murcielago, have World title potential.

BILL HEWSON: I think he does too…

REX CALIBER: You “thinking” is as bad as me driving drunk… it’s dangerous!

Dan Ryan picks up Adam, who punches as hard as he can in the stomach of Dan Ryan. Adam whips the big man into the ropes and on the rebound… GETS CLOTHESLINED
OUT OF HIS BOOTS. Dan smiles, still trying to catch his breath. Dan slings Adam into the corner, and slaps the chest of KRENSHOV! Kenny doesn’t seem to
like the method of tagging, and lets Dan know. Dan tells him to do his job. KRENSHOV seems to be pissed now and unloads several elbows to the head of the
prone Adam Davis. KRENSHOV whips Adam into the opposite corner. LDK tags himself in, and gets on the top rope. KRENSHOV gets taken down with a missile
DROP KICK FROM LDK! Rees lands a knee to the small of the huge back of KRENSHOV! The Shooters seem to be using their technical skills to work over body
parts, and with their opponents size, that is the best strategy. Rees gets a knee in the back of Kenny, and grabs a chinlock too, further stressing the
back. Kenny gets closer to the ropes, as he tries to hang on. He gets to the ropes, and Rees releases the hold on Smythe’s count of three. Rees goes up
top and FRESH WATER FLIP… FAILS! Kenny moves out of the way!

REX CALIBER: Come on REES! Once a Crime always a Crime! Gotta do better than that, man!

BILL HEWSON: Does that mean you still consider Cash, David Banks, and Murcielago, Crimes?

REX CALIBER: CALL THE GOD DAMN MATCH!

KRENSHOV rises like a monster from the Abyss, and sees Rees with the wind knocked out of him. Rees tries getting up, but Kenny pulls Rees up and FALL AWAY
SLAM! Rees lands near his corner and Dez Carter tags in. Dez doesn’t go in there full steam ahead, but slows it down a bit. KRENSHOV looks at Dez and then
goes near his corner and SLAPS Dan Ryan across the face, making a tag? Yes, Morgan calls it a tag and Dan Ryan is PISSED. He enters the ring, and tries
to nail Kenny, but from behind, Dez Carter with A ROARING ELBOW to the back of Dan Ryan’s head. Dan goes down to one knee and Dez kicks the shit out of
Dan Ryan’s head. THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

NO CIGAR!

REX CALIBER: Dan Ryan isn’t going down that easy. Though I heard his mother..

BILL HEWSON: DON’T!

Dez wastes little time, and tries for his Inverted Cravate Cross Face. Dan Ryan blocks it, and gets Dez set up for a RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Dez
might have had like four seconds of hang time before landing on the mat. Dan Ryan is amped up. He picks up Dez, and slings him into the ropes… SPINE
ON THE PINE! AA style Spine Buster! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NOT YET! Dan Ryan tags out to Murcielago, and Dan eyeballs KRENSHOV! The two try to stay calm, as they stand near each other on the ring apron!

Murcielago gets Dez Carter into position and GERMAN SUPLEX! Dez folds up like an accordion. Murcielago might be looking to finish Dez off after he took
three devastating power moves in a row. Murcielago gets Dez up… DEFCON ONE!

REX CALIBER: Hey Frank, give me your mic for a second.

BILL HEWSON: What the hell are you doing?

Rex gets on the house mic.

REX CALIBER: HEY, MISTER BAD MOTHER FUCKER! You been talking a bunch of shit lately, and your trying to ruffle some feathers aren’t you? You trying to make
name for yourself off the legacy of ME! Well, you might need to stop talking and start wrestling cause at Mayhem in Mexico, I heard through the grapevine
you are wrestling the Legendary MISTER MEXICO!

Murcielago is cussing and looks pissed off by Rex’s antics. DEZ CARTER FROM BEHIND… ROLL UP ON MURC!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Murcielago has been ELIMINATED!

Murcielago exits the ring and goes toward the announce table. Security holds Murcielago back. Rex takes off his fur coat and sunglasses.

REX CALIBER: LET HIS ASS GO, AND I’LL FUCK HIM UP WORSE THAN AIDS!

Murcielago is screaming as they take him to the back to the roar of the crowd. A “”FUCK HIM UP REX” chant goes through out the arena.

BILL HEWSON: Sit down Rex, the action in the ring is still going on. I can’t believe you just did that. You interfered with a match!

REX CALIBER: That son of a bitch had it coming. I HATE THAT MOTHER FUCKER!

The action is indeed going on. KRENSHOV enters the ring, and goes after Dez Carter. Carter is thrown into a neutral corner, and RUNNING CORNER SPLASH! KRENSHOV
backs out and ANOTHER SPLASH! Dez Carter walks about four foot out, and lands face first on the mat. Who is he? Ric Flair? Kenny picks up Dez and goes
for a Vertical Suplex, but Dez gets free and lands behind the big man. School boy from Dez!

ONE!

TWO!

Dez gets thrown off, and lands a few feet away. Dez goes to his corner and tags in Adam Davis. Davis and applies the GRAVE PAIN move to KRENSHOV. The one
legged elevated Boston crab is causing much pain to Kenny’s already worked over back. Davis is near his corner and Rees tags in. Davis goes into full crab
mode, and Rees… he just applies a CAMEL CLUTCH! Davis is made to leave the ring. Rees cranks on the move. He lets go for a second, stands up then drops
down hard on the back of Kenny. Kenny is trying to get to the ropes as Rees reapplies the hold. Rees lets go, and tags in Dez Carter. Carter gets the big
mans legs and SHARPSHOOTER ON KRENSHOV! The crowd eats this up! KRENSHOV is yelling out in pain, and Dan Ryan just looks on. Kenny tries to pull himself
to the ropes. Dez Carter has it locked on good though, but Kenny is inching. KRENSHOV is a mere two inches away from the ropes reaching his finger tips.
He makes one more effort and…

BILL HEWSON: KRENSHOV IS IN THE ROPES!

REX CALIBER: That man is the hottest wrestler in REBEL. No way he is tapping to some NAPW guy.

BILL HEWSON: That NAPW guy is one of the hottest guys in NAPW.

Dez lets go and tags in Rees again. Rees is the one who started the “work Kenny’s back” thing. He stays to it too, and buries a knee near the spine of KRENSHOV.
Kenny however is getting cheered good, and is feeding off of it. Kenny gets to one knee and Rees forearm smashes the big mans back. KRENSHOV is running
on killer instinct and gets up to his feet. Rees is smashed with a boot as he tried bouncing off the ropes to nail Kenny with a clothesline. Kenny goes
over to tag in Dan Ryan who is hesitant then accepts. Dan Ryan enters the ring, and is quickly drop kicked in the knee. Dan Ryan is down, and Rees applies
the LANCE COVE LEG LOCK! Dan Ryan quickly gets to the ropes. He tags KRENSHOV back in quickly.

BILL HEWSON: KRENSHOV barely had any time to recover.

REX CALIBER: That Lance Cove Leg Lock is devastating, even if just on for three seconds.

KRENSHOV is going into super pissed mode and kicks the hell out of Rees. KRENSHOV applies a bear hug to Rees, and smashes him into the ground with it. The
crowd roars as KRENSHOV IS MADDER THAN HELL! Dan Ryan might have just motivated this man enough to take out the entire Shooters Team. KRENSHOV ignores
the back pain and picks Rees up… TOTAL ECLIPSE ON LLOYD REES!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Lloyd Rees has been ELIMINATED!

REX CALIBER: KRENSHOV is on fire!

Adam Davis enters the ring and BIG BOOT TO DAVIS’ FACE! KRENSHOV throws Davis to his corner, and FOREARM SMASH! Davis slumps into the corner, and Dan Ryan
enters the ring. He picks up the dazed Davis and spins him around for a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Adam is in a bad way. Dan Ryan stalks him. Adam is begging
him off, and nails a low blow that Morgan Smythe couldn’t see. Adam goes to his corner and tags in the super charged Dez Carter. Dez fires off with some
palm strikes to the chest of Dan Ryan. Dan is backed into a neutral corner. Dez Carter lets go with several Martial Arts kicks, and a fury of punches.
Dan Ryan is trying to cover up. Dez Carter gets on the second ropes and rains down with several blows to the head. The crowd is counting. Four! Five! Six!
Seven! Dan Ryan places his hands under the legs of Dez…

HE HAS DEZ UP! LIFTS HIM!

HUMILTY BOMB! HUMILITY BOMB!

Ryan can’t immediately cover, Dez Carter literally ended up in the ropes from the impact. Ryan pulls Dez over and covers, that’s all ONE, TWO, Davis makes
the save to keep the odds even! There’s no way Dez Carter was going to kick-out, but nonetheless.

Ryan is frustrated and tags in KRENSHOV. Dan tells Kenny to “Finish my light work.”

Davis wants in there, wanting some payback from before. KRENSHOV allows Dez to make the tag to Davis as Dan Ryan yells out in anger. KRENSHOV plays by his
own rules, and no one else’s. Davis enters the ring and charges at Kenny. Kenny goes for a big boot, but Davis slides under the leg. He gets up behind
the big man. SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

AND THATS ALL. KRENSHOV GETS A SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: These men are going all out!

BILL HEWSON: This is an event filled with pride, and no one should feel bad about their effort.

KRENSHOV gets up as does Adam Davis. Davis’ attempt at a superkick is blocked and CHOKESLAM ON DAVIS! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

KRENSHOV is frustrated now, and throws Davis into his corner once again. Dan Ryan is tagged in and he gets a chance to punish the REBEL star more. DRAGON
SUPLEX ON ADAM DAVIS! THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

DEZ CARTER IN FOR THE SAVE!

Dan Ryan grabs Dez Carter! THE HEADLINER ON DEZ CARTER!

Dan Ryan tags in KRENSHOV! KRENSHOV nails Davis who turns and gets nailed by Dan Ryan. Adam Davis’ ego is being busted right now. Davis tries to swing back,
KRENSHOV holds Davis and Dan Ryan measures him… CLOTHESLINE ON DAV—HE DUCKED KENNY KRENSHOV IS NAILED WITH A HELLACIOUS CLOTHESLINE! KRENSHOV GOES…
REX CALIBER: KRENSHOV DOESN’T GO DOWN!

BILL HEWSON: The two behemoths are arguing and Dan Ryan just shoved KRENSHOV!

KRENSHOV shoves Dan back, show retaliates with another shove, but this one helps Davis get a school boy…

ONE!

TWO!

FEET ON THE ROPES, BUT FORTUNATELY FOR DAVIS… THEY’RE HIS, AND MORGAN SMYTHE DON’T SEE THEM!

FRANK WARBURTON: KRENSHOV HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Dan Ryan just shakes his head and walks off, as KRENSHOV is in the middle of the ring cursing like a drunk Rex Caliber. Dan Ryan is leaving the ringside
area. Morgan Smythe issues her count as KRENSHOV heads to the back in chase of Dan Ryan! The count reaches EIGHT, with no sign of Ryan… NINE…TEN!

REX CALIBER: Dan Ryan just walked out of the match.

FRANK WARBURTON: Dan Ryan has been counted out, the winners of the match…THE SHOOTERS!

REX CALIBER: Lots of issues coming out of this match. Adam Davis has a legit case for a shot at KRENSHOV’S Number One Contenders Cup.

BILL HEWSON: Dez Carter doing a great job surviving tonight as well. Ravager and Phoenix took another ugly turn tonight, brawling all the way to the back,
with security trying to hold them a part.

REX CALIBER: Dan Ryan let his team down, but him and KRENSHOV got off on the wrong foot early.

BILL HEWSON: Lloyd Rees had a good effort tonight, but even he couldn’t withstand a very angry KRENSHOV! But one question remains, who is Mr. Mexico?

REX CALIBER: Wouldn’t YOU like to know!

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It’s intermission before the main event, but suddenly… a pissed-off Ravager hits the ring and grabs the mic away from Warburton.

RAVAGER: Jake. This is not going to end well. You know this. I know this. Everyone seems to know this. This thing we have? Is going to eat at us until one
of us is dead. I’d have no problem putting you in the ground Jake. Just like you’d probably enjoy tossing a shovel full of dirt onto my coffin. But that’s
not good for wither of us, is it? And it’s not good for the NAPW. We keep this up much longer, and it’ll tear this whole company apart. We’ll destroy everyone
in our way just to get at each other. And I’ve given too much for this company to let it be destroyed by our hate. So here’s the thing Jake.

It’s time for one of us to go.

We end this at Black Thursday. They gave us No Holds Barred, because they want there to be a winner. But I think whoever loses? Should pack up. Go home.
Loser leaves town, Jake. If you got the sack to accept, I’ll put my career on the line just to get you the Hell out of my life. And if you say no?

This thing we got will just keep going. And it will end with me standing over your lifeless body. And I would hate to have that on my conscience. So please
Jake.

ACCEPT.

Ravager tosses down the mic and exits the ring, leaving behind a somewhat stunned crowd.

BILL HEWSON: Ravager wants Loser Leaves Town against Jake Phoenix? Will Jake accept? This night is just full of surprises!

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FRANK WARBURTON: It is now time for the NAPW/REBEL Supershow MAINNNNN EVENNNNNT! Introducing first…

Darkness. Silence, other than the buzz of the crowd.

“Do not attempt to adjust the picture.”

The first guitar riff from “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour blares over the PA.

“We will control the horizontal.”

Guitar riff #2.

“We will control the vertical.”

BAM. Living Color kicks in full-force and Donovan Astros steps through the curtain to a torrent of boos, ready to go in his “walk of fame” tights. No jacket.
No smirk today. Astros looks angry, unhappy and even disgusted. He glares at a fan giving him hell on his way down the aisle, shaking his head.

FRANK WARBURTON: Introducing first! From Los Angeles California, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds… the self-proclaimed “best wrestler
on God’s Green Earth” … ladies and gentlemen, he is DONOVAN ASTROOOOOOOOS!

Astros wipes his feet on the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He raises his arms and then hits his corner, fixing his glare on the entrance curtain…
“I AM THE MAN!”

And even surprisingly, considering the way the man left almost a year ago… THE CROWD GOES RAISIN. The smooth, soulful (and annoying) sounds of Philosopher
Kings crank up and out comes the only man possibly arrogant enough to come out to their track “I Am The Man.” He is wearing his classic green tights and
wearing the old “Man With The Blood On His Hands” t-shirt. And of course, the heavy gold REBEL world title belt around his waist. Roberts takes his time
on the way to ring, no doubt trying to make Donovan Astros impatient.

FRANK WARBURTON: And his opponent! Making his wrestling RETURN to an NAPW ring tonight, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, he weighs in at two-hundred and fifty-seven
pounds! The reigning REBEL World Heavyweight champion and former 5-time NAPW Tag team champion, ladies and gentlemen, he is STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERRRRRRRTS!
BILL HEWSON: A match that has been in the making for the entire fall of 2007! This entire issue began when Kyle Roberts was the guest referee for Donovan
Astros vs The Beast, when The Beast won the NAPW world title. Astros blamed Roberts, and since then these two men have travelled from Alberta to Carolina
to get at each other!

REX CALIBER: Well Astros is alright by me, the guy’s a jerk but he cost Kyle Roberts the REBEL world title, that makes him awesome in my book.

BILL HEWSON: Astros the man responsible for Chad Kurtis’ controversial title win against Roberts, but Roberts struck back, laying Donovan out with the ring
bell last month at the “Aces High” event. Each man was banned from the other’s promotion after that. Roberts won the REBEL title back just last week at
REBEL Pro Wrestling’s “Merrytime Massacre” card, and that brings us to this match, right here, right now in Calgary, the first ever meeting of Stylin’
Kyle Roberts and Donovan Astros! And this match is why all these fans are here tonight, and the atmosphere is electric!

Roberts fakes out entering the ring, then chooses to circle ringside, high-fiving fans. If only because it makes his own ego bigger. He shakes hands with
a surprised and distrusting Hewson, then winks at a fuming Rex Caliber. Those two will never be friends again.

And Astros has had it! Slingshot over the top rope right onto Kyle Roberts! Whoa! Astros wipes out Kyle and sends some right hands into his face, then rolls
his man into the ring. Kiebiech rings the bell as Astros enters and Roberts vs Astros is OFFICIAL.

Astros arguably the better brawler, letting off his frustration into the face of Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. He picks up the REBEL belt, which has fallen on the
canvas, and holds it above his head like he’s the champion. The crowd gives him hell for that. Astros then holds the belt up like a weapon, ready to splat
Roberts, but Kiebiech tells him he’ll call the DQ right away!

BILL HEWSON: This match isn’t REBEL rules, although Astros is an NAPW superstar, he should know that!

REX CALIBER: Just another example of NAPW management continues the proud tradition of holding its best superstars down!

BILL HEWSON: A tradition started by yourself, of course, all spring and summer long in NAPW. And if the lack of REBEL rules hurts anybody, it’s Stylin’
Kyle Roberts, the REBEL World Champion… but we all know he doesn’t need weapons to break Donovan Astros!

REX CALIBER: Oh, sure, take his side.

Astros slaps on a side headlock now to keep Kyle down, wrenching it in — Kyle counters with a back suplex! Astros laid out. Kyle is up, gives a grin to
the fans and then takes Astros by the hair. “I’m going to dropkick him in the FACE.” Roberts pulls Astros up, measures him… then leaps up and dropkicks
him in the face.

BILL HEWSON: He’s an arrogant, presumptuous son of a bitch, but he’s at least straight with people!

Kyle points to his head, reminding the fans and indeed Astros that he is “SMARTER THAN YOU.” Roberts goes to pick Astros up again, ooh, an eye gouge from
Astros halts that. Astros with a stiff shot to the abs of Roberts and then an irish whip, Astros follows in and Kyle flips over Astros’ kneelift. Astros
with a SOCCER KICK to the spine of Roberts back, followed up by MY FAVORITE MOVE, the Mr. Perfect rolling necksnap! Astros pulls Kyle’s forehead down to
the canvas and it SNAPS back, Kyle looking in pain. Astros makes the first cover of the match, gets a two count, lots of wrestling left to be had. That’s
okay, Astros doesn’t want Kyle’s pain to end YET.

Donovan Astros the aggressor, backs Kyle into the ropes and CHOPS him in the chest. That’s not good enough. Astros rips off the t-shirt, revealing the HAIRY,
HORRIBLY HAIRY chest of Kyle Roberts.

REX CALIBER: I swear his dad was Chewbacca and his mum was sasquatch!

BILL HEWSON: Well, I’d say “will you be serious” but Roberts could make a rug out of all that body hair…

REX CALIBER: The girls like a smooth man, Hewson. And when I say smooth, I mean EVERYWHERE.

BILL HEWSON: …can I please have Jack back?

Astros CHOPS the hairy chest of Roberts. You can’t very well call it a “bare” chest. Maybe a “bear” chest. Astros gets some good impact but ROBERTS HAS
A NATURAL BUFFER. Also, Astros looks somewhat grossed out by the feel of all that scratchy hair against his hand. He goes to chop again, thinks twice of
it, and punches Kyle straight in the face. Kiebiech warns about a closed fist, brushed off by Astros. Irish whip into the corner, Roberts reverses! Charge
in, Astros catches the man with a drop toe-hold, sending Kyle face first into the bottom turnbuckle. And now it’s Astros turn to point to his head, mocking
Kyle’s “SMARTER THAN YOU” routine to some mega heel-heat. He grabs the top rope and puts his boot against the back of Kyle’s head, just mashing the REBEL
champ’s face into the bottom turnbuckle. Ref counts one, two, three, four, Astros breaks.

Roberts pulls himself up chest-first against the turnbuckle, Astros decides it’s time to hit a STINGER SPLASH — nobody home! Donovan staggers out of the
corner as Roberts unloads another dropkick to the face! That floors Astros, but he’s right back up to be DROPKICKED down again, Astros gets up again, a
third DROPKICK and this time Astros stays down! Roberts pumps his fists, then covers Astros for a two-count. Roberts pulls his man up and grabs a hammerlock,
twisting Astros’ arm behind his back. Forearm shivers into the lower back of Astros, softening the man up for the BEAR-TAMER. Hammerlock back suplex! That’ll
hurt the arm and the back! Roberts building some momentum, backbreaker. He grabs Astros’ arms from behind and drives his foot between the shoulder blades
for a standing surfboard stretch! Astros shakes his head “no,” he’s not giving up…

BILL HEWSON: There’s nothing more that Kyle Roberts would like than to win this match with the Bear-Tamer and get the submission victory.

REX CALIBER: Well I hate the damn man, but the Bear-Tamer is one painful damn move and Astros needs to avoid it all costs. But don’t forget about Astros’
own submission moves, it might be Kyle tapping out tonight. Hell, I know I’d love to see that.

Kyle breaks the hold, then drives the knee into the back. Astros is trying to get up, Kyle there to take control with a cravate. He snapmares Astros down,
then hits his own soccer kick to Astros’ lower back. The crowd “OOOHS” in sympathy at the sound of that, then cheers because they love seeing Astros get
his. Astros to his feet. Kyle Roberts unloads his own chops, then sends Astros into the corner. Roberts climbs up and begins the TEN PUNCH COUNTALONG!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

And one to grow on.

Kyle gets off. Astros looks punch-drunk. He takes one, two, three steps out and then promptly flops straight on his face to a thunderous ovation. Roberts
hooks the leg ONE TWO KICKOUT. Not yet, no way. Roberts picks up Astros and chops him some. Astros is allowed to stagger out into the ring, and that’s
when he gets booted in the gut. Kyle flips over the doubled-over Astros and NAILS the Polar-izer! That puts the man in perfect position for the

LIONSAULT!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—Astros kicks out!

Roberts is okay with that though, he quickly grabs the legs! BEAR-TAMER! Roberts trying to turn Astros over, Donovan is fighting, but he can’t for much
longer! Roberts has it locked on! COULD DONOVAN ASTROS TAP?

REX CALIBER: COME ON ASTROS MAKE THE ROPES!

BILL HEWSON: You’re so unbiased. Roberts has Astros locked into the Bear-Tamer, but Astros is fighting — but how much can he take?

REX CALIBER: Enough to shut you up!

Roberts yelling fiercely, he wants this, but… Astros is able to crawl and grab the bottom rope. Kyle doesn’t actually want to let go and Kiebiech starts
counting one, two, three, four, finally he does. Astros holds the bottom rope for dear life, like it will make the hurting stop. Roberts wants more, but
Kiebiech tells him to let the man get out of the ropes. Kyle almost shoves the ref but thinks twice about it. Fine. Kiebiech talks to Astros, are you okay
ROBERTS BASEBALL SLIDE!

Astros sent out to the floor. Roberts, still in the ring, taunts Astros and raises his arms. “WHO’S THE MAN?” “YOU ARE”! the crowd replies. Astros trying
to get back in, Roberts grabs a handful of hair and pulls LOW BLOW. Astros with a low blow, the ref didn’t see it! Astros drops to the floor, then trips
Kyle up. He doesn’t pull him out, though, instead pulls Kyle towards the ring post… CROTCHED. Kyle pulled crotch-first into the ring post but that’s
not all Astros has planned for the post. He pretzels Kyle’s legs and applies the RING-POST FIGURE FOUR!

BILL HEWSON: Astros has to be careful not to get disqualified but Roberts is in a hugely painful predicament! My goodness!

REX CALIBER: That just goes to show that Donovan Astros has studied the best, and can wrestle like the best! He’s ten times the wrestler Kyle Roberts is
with his stupid Bear-Tamer!

BILL HEWSON: A move you yourself admitted hurts like crazy!

REX CALIBER: I ain’t never said that, you’re crazy!

Kiebiech tells Astros “if you don’t let go I’m counting you out!” He’s up to seven when Astros finally lets go, but the damage may be done. Astros lets
go and picks himself up, snarling at the fans before sliding in before the ten. Roberts is trying to extricate himself from the ring-post, gingerly, and
that’s when Astros begins STOMPING THE SHIT out of his leg. STOMP STOMP STOMP. Kiebiech telling Astros to get out of the corner one two three four five
ASTROS! Donovan stops just before a possible DQ, then smirks at Kiebiech. He pulls Kyle out of the corner and works the knee, dropping several elbows on
it. Then, he lets Kyle… get up?

Roberts on a weak knee to his feet, Astros makes to come in and nail it, Roberts tries to block, and that’s all Astros needs to grab Kyle by the head and
ASTROLABE DDT the man into the canvas. Roberts is planted and Astros sits up. And for the first time in the match, his cocky grin has re-appeared. He takes
his time, then throws an arm over Kyle for ONE, TWO, kick-out. Lazy cover there, but Astros doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t want to win it that way. Kyle
is trying to pull himself up by the ropes, and Astros says nah. He hooks the man and delivers a beautiful Butterfly Suplex, straight overhead. Roberts
hits the canvas hard and that’s when Donovan Astros unveils his hand.

By grabbing Kyle’s legs and turning him over for the BEAR-TAMER.

BILL HEWSON: His own move! Stylin’ Kyle’s own move and Astros has it locked on the man! Donovan Astros doesn’t want to just beat Kyle Roberts, he wants
to beat him with his OWN MOVE!

REX CALIBER: OH YEAHHHH!

BILL HEWSON: The Bear-Tamer hurts the back most of all, but it’s bad on the legs, and with the damage Astros has done to Kyle’s legs, this could be over
right here! Kyle’s only hope is to make the ropes!

Roberts is in a world of hurt! Astros cinching back, especially focusing on the one knee with his grip, and Kyle is far from the ropes. He reaches out,
then yells in pain, pulling back. His face tells the story. Kyle looks like he might tap out, his hand hovering above the mat, shaking…

No! He bites his knuckles against the pain, and then begins crawling, scratching. Roberts getting some distance, Astros having a hard time keeping his grip…
Kyle almost there… almost there… GETS THE BOTTOM ROPE! Astros won’t let go though, one, two, three, four, five, Astros finally lets go. Kiebiech gets
right in Astros’ face, warning him to stop pushing the limits. Astros sneers in his face. “What are you going to DoooOO—*” SCHOOL-BOY! ONE! TWO! Astros
gets out! And he’s PISSED! Thumb to Kyle’s eye! Astros, wait a minute what’s this? He’s going to the top rope! He’s got Kyle’s arm…

STEELE TOWER!

Astros covers!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—KICK-OUT!

And this time, Astros looks surprised. “What, are you kidding?” Kiebiech assures him it was two. Astros says whatever, and pulls Roberts up. It’s time to
end this. He hooks the arms from behind, ASTROCIDE — no, Kyle counters! HE STANDS UP — ASTROS IS UPSIDE DOWN! NO WAY!

VERTEBREAKER! VERTEBREAKER! ASTROS SMASHED INTO THE CANVAS!

BILL HEWSON: Kyle Roberts using Astros’ OWN Shockwave maneuver against him, countering Astrocide with his last strength!

REX CALIBER: But he can’t capitalize, Hewson, he DID use his last strength!

And the referee makes the standing ten count with both Kyle and Astros down on the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Ain’t nobody movin’.

FOUR! FIVE!

Astros twitches!

SIX!

Astros somehow getting to his feet, a groggy look on his face.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kyle starts trying to get up!

NINE~!

SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT!

Kiebiech says both men are up, and this match continues! Astros comes in, throws a right hand, Kyle just absorbs it, trying to shake off the cobwebs! The
crowd is starting to get WHITE HOT! Astros with another right, BLOCKED —

FINGER POINT!

“YOUUUUUUUUU!”

BILL HEWSON: KYLE ROBERTS IS STYLIN’ UP!

REX CALIBER: This business is ruined forever.

Roberts UNLOADS! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND! Annnnnnd… RIGHT HAND! Astros goes down this time good, and it’s time for Kyle to try the Bear-Tamer
— but his leg gives out! He can’t do it! Astros rolls the man up, FEET ON THE ROPES ONE, TWO, TH—KIEBIECH SEES IT! No three-count there! Astros snarls
at Kiebiech and then grabs Roberts again COUNTERED! KYLE WITH THE MOOSE JAW DRIVER!

ON ONE LEG! He gets it!

ONE! TWO! THREE—

KICK-OUT!

Astros still has it in him! Kyle signals for the Emerald Fusion, it’s OVER! He pulls Astros into position, no, the leg gives out again! Kyle can’t hold
him up! Astros sweeps Kyle’s legs out from under him, GOING FOR THE BEAR-TAMER AGAIN! KYLE WON’T SURVIVE A SECOND TIME —

KYLE GETS AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

FRANK WARBURTON: The winner of the match, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

AND THE OGDEN GOES PURE GUAVA!

BILL HEWSON: ROBERTS DID IT! HE BEAT ASTROS! DONOVAN ASTROS GETS WHAT HE DESERVES!

REX CALIBER: I can’t believe it, man!

BILL HEWSON: Calgary believes it tonight!

Donovan Astros, quite frankly, looks ready to cry. He’s holding his head, an expression of shock on his face. One, two, three, just like that, and it’s
over. Roberts has a clean win on him. Roberts gets up with the ropes, limping on one leg, posing to the fans.

Wait, what’s this? He holds out a hand to Donovan Astros?

REX CALIBER: Bout time Roberts showed some class!

Astros looks at Kyle’s outstretched hand like it’s a dead raccoon. But that’s okay, because Kyle pulls the hand away and smoothes his hair out anyways.
“Yeah right.” Head tap. “SMARTER THAN YOU!” Astros lips tremble and he slides out of the ring, stalking up the rampway in a foul mood. Kyle takes the REBEL
title belt and holds it up high as the Calgary fans groove to “I AM THE MAN.”

BILL HEWSON: And against the former New & Improved D-X, Donovan Astros is 0-1! This is not the way he wanted to go into his world title match with The Beast
next week in Edmonton, not by a longshot! And we will see you next week at BLACK THURSDAY III! For Rex Caliber, this is Bill Hewson saying goodnight!

Kyle is enjoying the win as much as the law will allow.

Astros looks back once. He’s not happy.

Not happy at all.

What will happen next week in Edmonton?!

Merrytime Massacre- 12/04/2007

12/04/2007
6:30 P.M.

The place is buzzing as the ring is set up for the Beauty, Brains and Brawn competition. The building is totally sold out. The crowd is talking about the
rumor of a major announcement regarding a possible way to watch REBEL when it’s not in town. The crowd huddles around El Rey de Corizones, who is autographing
photos. He is basically surrounded by young teenaged girls. Also pushing his new shirt is KRENSHOV, shelling his “For Hire” tee. Kyle Roberts shows up
for a few photo-ops. The Celtic Assassins make a brief appearance as well. Then the wrestlers head to the back just before…

PURPLE HAZE!

Out walks the returning Rob Martinez, walking with a cane. The beautiful Jenny Jersey follows him. The crowd is hoooottt for both as they can’t wait for
the show to start. Rob stands at ringside and grabs a mic.

ROB MARTINEZ: WELCOME BACK? I should say the same to you!Anyone ready for some REBEL act-

THE CHAMP IS HERE! THE CHAMP IS HERE!! THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!

Out walks the former REBEL Champ. He gets… cheered!? Yes he does… He walks to ringside clad in a pimp styled fur coat and a pair of black sunglasses.
No shirt on, but is wearing purple suit styled pants. Rob looks a little confused. Rex pulls out his on mic.

REX CALIBER: WELCOME BACK? That chant wasn’t for you. Warren informed me after the last show that the two man commentary thing… well it made him wet down
there. So… guess who the permanent color man for REBEL is. You get one guess and it better be REX “MOTHER FUCKING” CALIBER!

ROB MARTINEZ: I got no problem with that, as long as you can be professional.

REX CALIBER: You got it sweetheart.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have all the belts on the line, we have the Number One Contenders Cup on the line, and we have the debut of a some new guys. The
main event will be the ladder match, as Kyle requested the World title match to be as early as possible.

REX CALIBER: He wants to get his ass kicked sooner rather than later! Anyways, Warren has a major announcement tonight and we have the Beauty, Brains and
Boobs…uh, Brawn Competition! Murcielago will also answer Rob’s questions as well! This is the last REBEL show in the US for the next month and a half
so… everyone get ready for..

Rex gives Rob a nod to do his signature.

ROB MARTINEZ: A MERRYTIME MASSACRE!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, up next is the first segment of the ‘Brains, Beauty and Brawn’ contest. Introducing first, we have ROSIE CHEEKS!

“I TOLD THE TRUTH TODAY AND THEY PUT ME AWAY!”

“Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression begins to pump through the Rebel Arena here in Raleigh as Rosie Cheeks emerges from behind the curtain. Her ‘swimsuit’
seems to consist of a white shirt with ripped sleeves and some black pants torn at the upper thigh – and the fans don’t like it. But Rosie Cheeks makes
her way down the aisle, frowning all the while with a disgruntled look upon her face. The crowd quietens down as she approaches the ring, eventually climbing
up the steps and into the ring…

ROB MARTINEZ: It seems that Rosie’s choice of attire isn’t too popular with the fans. Maybe when they heard ‘swimsuit contest’ they expected an actual swimsuit.
REX CALIBER: This one time, when I…

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, no-one cares!

REX CALIBER: What?

ROB MARTINEZ: N-Nothing! No, I didn’t say anything!

“American Nightmare” begins pumping over the stereo as Jenny Jersey once more lifts the microphone to her mouth.

JENNY JERSEY: And now, MANDY!

And sure enough, Mandy appears at the top of the aisle in what can only be described as the skimpiest of skimpy microkinis ever seen in Raleigh. A baby
blue two-piece that hardly — ah well, the fans are living it up! Cheers. Whistles. Marriage proposals. And Mandy is practically skipping down the aisle,
slapping hands with all of the willing fans – and that’s any male who’s not accompanied by his life partner. And some females.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow!

REX CALIBER: I’ve been around the world, but that’s got to be the skimpiest bikini I’ve ever seen.

ROB MARTINEZ: Technically, that’s a microkini.

By this time, Mandy has climbed into the ring and is standing opposite her opponent, Rosie Cheeks. Jenny Jersey is standing between them.

JENNY JERSEY: This beauty contest will be decided by public vote. Introducing first. ROSIE CHEEKS!

Rosie steps forward with her hands on her hips to very little applause. A few feminist fans who seem to have accidentally stumbled upon a REBEL Pro show
cheer for her – but no-one else. As she steps back, Jenny goes to introduce her opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent. MANDY!

As Mandy steps forward, the roof literally blows! The cheers start up again as Mandy waves and blow kisses to the fans as they applaud her efforts. She
finally steps back in line as Jenny once again – well, she waits for the crowd to quieten down first – then lifts the microphone to her lips.

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of this beauty contest – MANDY!

——————————————————————————–

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for the REBEL World Tag Team titles! Introducing first…

Jean-Pierre Anthony Sorel’s favorite band in the entire world, seriously folks, it’s HELLA. And that brings out the team of Jeff James and Dio Muerte. The
crowd gives them some boos, but many also cheer for Dio.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challengers, at a total combined weight of four-hundred and thirty-three pounds… the team of JEFF JAMES and DIO MUERTE!
Jeff flips over the top rope into the ring as Dio steps in, looking ready. The masked man makes the “belt” motion around his waist… and then the crowd
really turns up the heat, because here come the champs “Censored Truth.”

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! Being accompanied to the ring by Rosie Cheeks, at a total combined weight of five-hundred and one pounds… they are
the NAPW Tag team AND the REBEL World Tag Team champions… Steven Wylde and Ace Adams, CENSORSHIP AGAINST BAD STUFF!

Ace and Wylde come out, Ace with his perma-frown etched on his face. They each have a REBEL tag belt around their waist. Rosie Cheeks is carrying the NAPW
tag team title belts, one in each hand as she follows her men to the ring. She looks somewhat troubled…

But that’s going to have to wait, because Dio and James have slide out of the ring to meet the CABS on the floor! Rosie dives for cover as this match gets
underway in a hurry!

ROB MARTINEZ: The challengers not waiting for everybody to get into the ring, and what a challenge ahead for CABS, Rex! If they manage to retain the titles
against Dio Muerte & Jeff James, they immediately defend against the #1 contenders, the Celtic Assassins! Of course, same for the fan’s vote of Dio & Jeff…
if they win, they defend their belts immediately against the Celts!

REX CALIBER: It’s a damn crime!!! I like that Dio Muerte kid, he’s no sexellence of sexucution but he’s a maniac, but I haven’t seen REBEL management try
to screw a champ over like this since I was World champ, sellin’ out every show in the Carolinas!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well I won’t deny that you were the first REBEL World Heavyweight champion, Rex, but CABS certainly would agree that the commissioner Warren
has put them in a tough spot. The champs will have to win two matches in a night to get out of here the champs, and they have to do it under REBEL RULES!
Censorship Rules NOT in effect here!

Adams gets dumped over the guardrail into the frontrow James. Dio and Wylde are brawling on the other side of the ring. Adams is splayed in a pile of chairs
as Jeff James goes to the ring apron, what’s he going to do here? ASAI MOONSAULT!!! INTO THE CROWD —*

*THUNK*

“YEAAAAAAAAAGH!”

REX CALIBER: Oh shit, that didn’t sound fuckin’ good, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: James tried to moonsault all the way into the crowd, but he didn’t clear the guardrail — He may have crushed his ribcage, crashing chestfirst
onto the steel at high velocity. We may need some help out here, wait! Dio Muerte STEEL CHAIR!

REX CALIBER: God I love chair hucking!

ROB MARTINEZ: Right into Wylde’s face! They’re right in front of us, Caliber!

REX CALIBER: Don’t make me spill my beer, assholes!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio Muerte just put Steven Wylde on top of our announce table! Wait a minute! What’s he going to do here — Muerte is ON THE TOP ROPE! Wylde
isn’t moving —

REX CALIBER: OH SHITS!

And the announcers dive for cover as Dio Muerte FLIES OFF THE TOP WITH A FROG SPLASH RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! The crowd breaks out in the chant,
you know what it is, “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” Both men are down, but Dio gets up, not caring about the pain. He grabs a broken Wylde and tosses
him in the ring, rolls in and hooks a leg. Alan Stone makes the cover, ONE, TWO, TH— Ace Adams breaks it up, saving the tag titles. Rosie slaps the mat
on the outside, “come on boys!” Jeff James is still gasping in pain, in a fetal position on the floor as Ace begins to work on Muerte. He snapmares the
man over and then kicks him in the spine. PERFECT NECKSNAP! The homage to Hennig stuns Dio, but he gets up because that’s just what he does, unfortunately
it’s right into Ace grabbing him for a FISHERMAN’S BUSTER! Ace hooks the leg, it’s over one, two, KICK-OUT!

Wylde is back up, Ace yelling directions. CABS double whip Dio to the ropes, Dio ducks the double-clothesline! He rebounds again but this time gets lifted
up high for a double-team flapjack, smacking him down into the canvas. Ace and Wylde pull the man up and then hit a double back suplex. Float-over into
the cover, one, two, DIO KICKS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: We have essentially a handicap match here, Jeff James appears to be seriously injured on the outside, but CABS can’t put Dio Muerte away!
REX CALIBER: The man been in scaffold matches, barbed wire death matches, Dio Muerte the greatest Carolinas champion in this promotion’s history Martinez,
CABS are gonna have to kill the bastard to put him away.

ROB MARTINEZ: Hyperbole aside, the champions are going to need a big move to put Dio away — and this might be it! Ace just lifted Dio Muerte onto his
shoulders! Wylde up top… FLYING BULLDOG! Dio Muerte is done, Stone counts ONE! TWO! TH—

REX CALIBER: Now this is a fuckin’ match!

CABS are starting to get frustrated with this. Ironically the lack of censorship rules is allowing the champs to continue a double-team — There are no
tags needed in REBEL rules, it’s all perfectly legal. Dio picked up by Ace, shots! Dio firing back, trying to get life! He back elbows Wylde, then pounds
Ace into the ropes. He gets a run…

CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!

Ace and Dio spill over the top rope! Wylde slides outside as Dio grabs Ace’s legs, Wylde charging — CATAPULT! Dio catapults Ace right into Steven Wylde
and both CABS spill to the concrete. And the crowd starts to get behind Dio Muerte, chanting his name. “LET’S GO DIO! LET’S GO DIO!” Muerte reaches into
the front row and grabs a chair, tosses it into the ring. Wait, one’s not enough. He grabs another chair and tosses it into the ring. Okay, now he’s heading
in… wait, no. Dio rolls back out. A THIRD chair, tossed into the ring! TWO CHAIRS AIN’T ENOUGH! SHIT’S BOUT TO GET REAL! Referee Jimmy Johnson has come
out to check on Jeff along with a trainer. Dio looks at Jeff, knows he’s got to do this himself. He punches Wylde in the face, then rolls Ace into the
ring. Grabs a chair —

CLANG!

Ace gets WASTED by a chair shot! But Dio ain’t done, no way hell you fools. He opens up another chair in the center of the ring. Hooks Ace. Oh hell! DIO
LIFTS THE MAN—

AND BRAINBUSTS HIM STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CHAIR!

Crowd goes crazy as Dio sits up, saying “that’s how it’s done.” He hooks a leg! ONE! TWO! TH—WYLDE BREAKS IT UP! Wylde stomping away on Dio, pulls the
man up, WHIP into the ropes. Wylde crouches down, waiting for Dio to turn around… waiting… CHARGE! SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR! Dio goes down in a heap as Wylde
grabs Ace and tosses him on top of Dio Muerte, Dio was broken in half! ONE! TWO! THRE—

JEFF JAMES! JEFF JAMES! JEFF JAMES!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GAAAAAAAWWWD! Jeff James flies in and breaks up the pinfall, how? How is he even standing?

REX CALIBER: Barely, that’s how, but it’s wrestling gold on the line, and wrestling gold makes a man do crazy things.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Jeff has much left in him though, he looks in a bad, bad way. Wylde sends him to the ropes, reversed, James — JAMES EFFECT!
JAMES EFFECT! But he can’t capitalize! That may have been the last move Jeff James had in him!

Wylde and James are down, but Ace and Dio are back up. Dio throws punches, Ace tries to throw some of his own but he can’t win in a slugfest with Dio Muerte.
Ace stumbles around the ring, the crowd wanting to see him get his ass kicked… Dio clotheslines the man down. He looks to the ropes — DEMORTALIZER
— ROSIE SHAKES THE TOP ROPE! Dio trying to leap off the top rope for the flipping DDT, but instead he crashes and burns hard. Ace hits a baseball slide
that knocks Dio onto the concrete with a hard splat, and then turns to the men in the ring. James is trying to get up — and gets a bearhug by Ace Adams.
That’s the cue for Wylde to rebound off the ropes and clothesline the living hell out of James! CENSOR THIS! connects, Ace covers and there’s no way James
is getting up. ONE, TWO, THREE!

FRANK WARBURTON: Here are your winners, and still tag team champions… CABS!

——————————————————————————–

REX CALIBER: One down…

ROB MARTINEZ: And one BIG challenge to go, because here come the Celtic Assassins!

James rolls out of the ring. Dio is getting up, he knows he’s lost, he goes to where Jimmy Johnston is helping his partner. He’s pissed, but he helps Dio
out.

Meanwhile.

“THE SCOTTISH WRECKING MACHINE” AL THOES!

“THE IRISH ADONIS” BOBBY O’BRADY!

CELTIC ASSASSINS HIT THE RING!

REX CALIBER: This is real crap, Martinez, these celtic idiots getting a title shot in this way. They should have had to wrestle another match tonight, just
another example of the bullshit preferential treatment Kyle Roberts and his buddies get around this place.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, nobody would accuse you of being a fan of Kyle Roberts or his allies… he is the man who beat your ass for the World title!

REX CALIBER: You’re lucky I got a fresh beer, cos I don’t want to spill it smacking you.

Meanwhile, the Celts are ALL OVER CABS. Bobby on Adams, Wylde taking his licks from Thoes! Celts have their opponents in opposite corners, irish whips —
CABS collide right into one another! They stagger, each one scooped up by a Celtic Assassin. Body Slam! Powerslam! The Celts have cleaned house on the
tag champions, standing tall as the crowd goes crazy! They’re disappointed Dio & James didn’t win, but the Celts are giving them something to cheer for.
O’Brady picks up Adams again, sending him out of the ring. That leaves Wylde open for a double-team, and the Celts want to finish this early. They hook
up Steven, lift him UP FOR A DOUBLETEAM POWERBOMB —

DOUBLE LOW BLOW!

Rosie uses both left AND right arms to nail the Celts in the junk. That staggers them, Wylde lands on his feet, and hits a double DDT on both men. Rosie
bails out of the ring as Wylde, the powerman of the CABS, picks up Bobby O’Brady. Suplex… reverse suplex, dropping O’Brady right on his front! That’s
some strength, O’Brady is 275 pounds. Thoes is getting up, Wylde is a one-man wrecking crew… he nails the SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR on Thoes! Cover! ONE! TWO!
KICK-OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how many times we’ve seen Rosie Cheeks interfere in CABS matches! I thought they were all about “playing by the rules,” but it
seems like they will bend them or break them when it’s convenient for them.

REX CALIBER: Hey, if it was Censorship Rules, you wouldn’t see that, but that’s Warren’s own fault for making this REBEL rules, Rosie’s legal. And that
means in this match, and to stand in line for the Rex Express lovetrain.

ROB MARTINEZ: How did you get this job again?

REX CALIBER: 50 gallons of baby-oil and the phone number for Garrett’s wife.

Adams has returned to the ring and now he and Wylde are doing a double-team effort, working on one Celt, then the other. They come off the ropes and send
Thoes tumbling to the floor with a big double clothesline. Double shouldertackle to O’Brady! That knocks the man down, and then Adams grabs the STF! He’s
going to try to submit this one… nothin’ doing, O’Brady is too strong. He powers his way to the ropes for a break. Ace holds on to the ref’s count of
five before letting go. He gets off, letting Wylde go to work. Steven stomps the man. Thoes is trying to get back into the ring, Ace boots him in the face
and sends him back to the floor.

ROB MARTINEZ: In these REBEL rules, you can’t really cut off the ring like in a traditional tag match, but CABS are doing just that, keeping Thoes out and
working over O’Brady. They want to leave here tonight the double-champions, and go back to NAPW with the REBEL belts intact.

REX CALIBER: They made history a couple weeks ago when they did that, only guys to ever hold a REBEL and NAPW belt at the same time. That’s a lot of damn
gold! I wouldn’t mind seeing Rosie wearing those two NAPW tag belts like earlier, and nothin’ else.

ROB MARTINEZ: And this kind of talk actually WORKS on the ladies?

REX CALIBER: I ain’t complainin’!

O’Brady is getting worn down, it won’t be long now if the CABS have any say. Ace boots him in the gut, here comes Wylde — SCISSORS KICK! Puts the man
down!

ONE! TWO! TH

KICKOUT!

Adams screams to not wait, he and Wylde pull the man back up. Double irish whip, O’Brady knocked to the canvas by doubleteam back-elbows. Wylde pulls him
up, what’s this? He’s going to try to powerbomb the two-hundred seventy-five pounder! Ace stands beside to help…

THEY DO IT!

POWERBOMB TO O’BRADY!

ONE! TWO! TH

THOES MAKES THE SAVE! The Celts are still in this thing! Thoes is suddenly a HOUSE OF FIRE, knocking Wylde down with a clothesline! Adams goes down! Scoop
slam! Scoop slam! Thoes tries to grab Ace, Ace rolls out of the ring to safety, where Rosie joins him. Thoes shrugs and kicks Wylde in the gut. Standing
head-scissors, Thoes points to Ace and says “This is how ye do a powerbomb, laddie!”

Huge POWERbomb from Al Thoes on Steven Wylde. Thoes covers, one, two, Wylde just barely gets the shoulder up. Ace didn’t look like he wants to get back
in the match… so Thoes picks Steven Wylde up in a gorilla press! OVER THE TOP ROPE! Rosie just gets out of the way, but Wylde lands right on Ace! Thoes
helps O’Brady back up, and the two Celts look out at the crowd and say it’s time to end this!

Thoes and O’Brady roll outside, picking up Ace and rolling him back into the ring. Thoes hooks Ace’s arms and twists around, into position… O’Brady on
the top rope…

VERTEBREAKER. DOUBLE-STOMP.

THE CELTIC CRUSHER!

Thoes covers Adams, this is OVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE—

Rosie Cheeks dives onto Thoes at the last second, saving the titles for her men! She latches onto the back of Thoes, trying a sleeper hold.

The big man just gets up to his feet, a puzzled grin on his face. She can’t be serious. Rosie slowly realizes her attack is ineffective, and Thoes leans
forward to dump her on her ass. O’Brady and Thoes look at Rosie, who begs off. The crowd is going crazy! Thoes grabs Rosie and puts her over his knee,
spanking her to the delight of the (misogynistic, redneck) Carolinas crowd! Rosie gets out of the ring, holding her butt, face a mask of horror as the
Celts turn around —

Steven Wylde clotheslines the Celts down! O’Brady gets up, caught with a huge lariat! Wow! Wylde waits for Thoes to get up, and hits a SPEAR SPEAR SPEAR
INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! He’s dishing spears out like candy! Thoes sags in the corner as Wylde sees O’Brady rising. He charges — caught! O’Brady hauls Wylde
onto his shoulders with a TORTURE RACK! RACK! RACK! Wylde isn’t submitting however, and Ace Adams somehow chopblocks O’Brady’s knee out. Ace promptly collapses,
still out of it from the Celtic Crusher. But that’s enough for Wylde to hit a CENSORPLEX that drops O’Brady right on his head. ONE. TWO! THREE! Thoes too
late in the save!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners, and STILL REBEL World tag teamchampions… C.A.B.S!

ROB MARTINEZ: They did it! CABS with two straight defenses here tonight, they leave here the REBEL/NAPW tag champions… who’s going to stop CABS?! What
a roll they are on!

REX CALIBER: Not these two Celtic chumps, not even my boy Dio, not even Warren and REBEL management!

CABS hit the corners with all four of their belts, Ace half out on his feet. So much gold for CABS, and nobody seems able to stop them!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we have the second part of the ‘Brains, Beauty and Brawn’ contest. Both of the contestants are in the ring,
so here is our question master for the evening – CHET WHETTLESON!

Chet emerges from behind the curtain and marches proudly down the aisle before climbing into the ring. Mandy and Rosie Cheeks are standing behind some podiums
as Chet stands before them both with some question cards in his hands. Jenny Jersey exits the ring, but not before handing the microphone to Chet, who
takes control of this situation.

CHET WHETTLESON: Okay, lets get this started, and remember fans, for the exclusive backstage story on Mandy’s microkini, call my REBEL hotline! As the winner
of the last round, Mandy, you get to answer the first question. What is the atomic number of Magnesium?

Mandy pauses for a moment. Chemistry isn’t her favorite subject.

MANDY: Twenty-three?

CHET WHETTLESON: Ooh, I’m afraid the answer is twelve. Rosie. What are the three colors on the American flag?

ROSIE CHEEKS: Red, white and blue!

CHET WHETTLESON: Correct!

The crowd boo. But Chet continues undeterred.

CHET WHETTLESON: Mandy. Your second question. In which year did ‘The Cult’s’ ‘Fire Woman’ peak at number two in the US Modern Rock Charts?

MANDY: Nineteen-eighty-nine?

CHET WHETTLESON: Ooh — wait, that’s right…

The crowd cheers!

CHET WHETTLESON: Rosie, your second question. What is the capital city of America?

ROSIE CHEEKS: Washington D.C.!

CHET WHETTLESON: Correct. That leaves the scores at two-one in favor of Rosie Cheeks. Now is time for the final questions. Mandy. What is the term used
to describe the diurnal motion of plant parts in response to sunlight?

The crowd falls silent, as does, unfortunately, Mandy.

CHET WHETTLESON: Ooh, times up I’m afraid. the correct answer is heliotropism. That means the winners of the ‘Brains’ portion of this contest is ROSIE CHEEKS!
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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for a shot at the Carolina’s title! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five
pounds! From Villahermosa, Mexico! He is (sigh!) EL REY DE CORIZONES!

Cheer! Screams from the womenfolk. As “Bailla Casanova” plays, out comes the King of Hearts, accompanied by his valet, Montana Rose. El Rey holds a bouquet
of roses, which he hands out to the ladies as he walks down towards the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: And El Rey de Corizones is sure getting a hero’s welcome here in the REBEL arena!

REX CALIBER: Hey, I can see it! I mean, he’s no Sexy Rexy but he’s got that charisma that the ladies love.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent! From Hollywood, Florida! Weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, THOMAS YOUNG!

If El Rey got a hero’s welcome, Young received a solid booing fit for a matinee villain! But he doesn’t care. He’s focused on one thing: winning the match
and going on to win the Carolinas belt. As one fan leans over to trash talk Young, he winds up for a huge backhand. But he’s only threatening.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh, such a big man, that Thomas Young.

REX CALIBER: If you’ve got the talent to back it up, who CARES what you act like? He took Stylin’ Kyle Roberts to the limit for the REBEL World Heavyweight
championship, so you know he’s got that in his favor.

As Thomas Young enters the ring, El Rey de Corizones leans in the corner, awaiting Dale McDonald’s instructions. Montana Rose exits the ring by Casanova’s
hand. Young goes over to El Rey, who offers a hand in sportsmanship. Young smirks and mocks the Latino heartthrob. El Rey shrugs as McDonald calls for
the bell. The two men lock up, and Thomas lays into the King with a forearm, knocking the wind out of him. Irish whip to the ropes, and Thomas Young lifts
a boot in anticipation, but El Rey stops the momentum a few steps in front of Young. And then rushes forward with a clothesline once Young lowers his foot
to regain his balance. Young goes down! The crowd cheers. El Rey drops a leg onto the chest of Thomas. El Rey picks up the former Foundation member, and
lifts him on this shoulders, racking the back of Young. Young cries out in pain as El Rey de Corizones grins underneath his black and silver mask. After
a painful time for Thomas Young, El Rey finally drops him and goes for a cover. One! Kickout by Young.

El Rey shrugs and picks up Young, but Thomas is wily and punches El Rey in the gut. And then backhands the chest. Kick, punch, big suplex by Thomas Young!
El Rey flies over and hits the canvas, and Young scrambles for a cover. One! The casanova kicks out. Young slams his hand on the canvas, and grabs the
back of El Rey’s head, pulling him up and then whips him once more towards the ropes, following him and landing a reverse bulldog, driving El Rey’s back
to the mat. Young again covers El Rey. One! T-no, El Rey lifts a shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is trying to end this one pretty early, but the King of Hearts will just not quit!

REX CALIBER: Thomas Young’s going to have his work cut out for him here. El Rey is one fierce competitor.

Thomas Young is frustrated, and picks up El Rey. Knee to the face! “Boooo!” yell the fans. “Shut it!” Young replies. He waits for Rey to get up off his
knees, with an angry expression on his face. El Rey stands, and Young lets fly with a big boot, but Rey ducks it, grabbing the back of Young’s head, and
pulling down to the mat. Rey runs to the ropes, and hits a lionsault! Young shudders as El Rey hooks the leg. One! Two! Dale McDonald stops counting when
he notices Thomas Young’s other leg on the bottom rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Some ring knowledge by Thomas Young.

El Rey notices, and pulls Young up by the arm. The King of Hearts climbs the turnbuckles, still holding the arm of Young as the crowd starts to cheer. He
walks along the top rope, using Young for support, and then jumps off, Elbowing Thomas’s arm on the way down.

REX CALIBER: ESCUELA ANTIGUA!

ROB MARTINEZ: True enough. You know Spanish?

REX CALIBER: You kidding? I’m from the Lisbon Calibres!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s Portugal.

REX CALIBER: Oh, right.

Meanwhile, El Rey is working the arm of Thomas Young. Young’s hollering as El Rey forces him to the mat. The luchadore locks in a figure four leg submission
while still standing, and then bends over and hooks Thomas’s arms, making for what seems to be a very painful surfboard. Thomas Young shouts out in pain,
but he shakes his head.

REX CALIBER: Come on, Thomas! Don’t make it any harder on yourself!

Thomas Young is shaking, trying to maneuver to the ropes, but El Rey has got him in the middle of the ring. He applies more pressure, and Young starts rocking
back and forth. Slowly forward, slowly back. Forward, back. El Rey seems confused, but then falls backwards on the mat, Young now over him. McDonald drops
to the mat. El Rey’s shoulders are touching canvas. One! Two! The King of Hearts releases the hold, lest he get pinned for three.

The King of Hearts gets up, and comes over to the writhing Thomas Young. He goes for the hair, trying to get Young back up. GROIN! Hey, onomatopoeia’s a
powerful tool. El Rey drops, and Young gets up, massaging some life back into his arm. The crowd BOOOS! Young gets Rey up and it’s time! It’s time for
a Young Cutter! He lifts Rey up, but Rey blocks, grabbing the arm of Young and flipping the former tag champ over his shoulder. He grabs Young’s arm once
again, pulls young in, and knees him in the gut. He hooks the arms! TANGO PASADO DEL AMOR! Thomas Young’s head drives into the canvas due to El Rey’s DDT,
and the big luchadore covers.

One!

Two!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner! (SIGH!) EL REY DE CORIZONES!

A huge cheer from the crowd as El Rey stands up, dusts himself off, and exits the ring, celebrating his big win with Montana Rose and the fans at ringside,
as Dale McDonald revives the dazed Thomas Young in the ring.

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BRING ME BACK MY BULLETS!

Out comes the Rebel brother and the fans cheer them pretty good. They enter the ring and quickly grab a mic.

RYAN REBEL: Yeah, hold your applause. Is anyone pissed off that we ain’t booked tonight? Or how bout next weeks Supershow?

ROBERT REBEL: I don’t know what the deal is but…

ATTACK!

Out walks KRENSHOV. The Rebel Brothers seem very confused as the big man wastes no time stepping over the top rope and snatching a mic.

KRENSHOV: Tell the truth to these people… tell everyone why really not being booked? I’ll tell them. You think you’re better than everyone and started
demanding title shots, and when you couldn’t earn one.. you told Warren that you wasn’t wrestling again, unless belts were up for grabs.

The crowd turns on the Rebels and being KICK THERE ASS chant.

KRENSHOV: Well, this isn’t news to you.. but you two are no longer wanted in REBEL!

KRENSHOV grabs both men by the throats and DOUBLE CHOKE SLAM! The crowd explodes. KRENSHOV gets two tables from under the ring. He smiles sadistically.
ROBERT REBEL THROUGH A TABLE VIA A POWERBOMB! RYAN REBEL THROUGH A TABLE VIA A TOTAL ECLIPSE! The crowd is nuts! So long Rebel brothers! Don’t let the
door hit you in the ass!

KRENSHOV exits and “Welcome To the Jungle” starts playing. Out comes Warren. He is wearing a suit jacket with shorts.

WARREN: DUDES! You dudes should have ran dude. Anyways, I got a huge announcement! Starting next week… all REBEL shows, and Supershows will be broadcast
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The crowd loves that announcement. Warren leaves to heavy applause.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the REBEL Number One Contender’s Cup Trophy! Introducing first weighing in at
two hundred thirty pounds and hailing from Manchester, England…MIKE “ASSMAN” TREY!

”Why Don’t We do it in the Road” can be heard from the speakers in the arena and Mike “Assman” Trey steps out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation
from the crowd and he makes his way to the ring. As he walks down the aisle fans hold their hands over the barricade to try and give him a high give. Mike
Trey high fives the fans as he walks and then slides into the ring and waits in his corner.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, weighing in at three hundred fifty pounds and hailing from Middletown, New Jersey…KRENSHOV!

”Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars begins blasting from the speakers, but the fans are so loud for Krenshov that the music is nearly drowned out. No doubt Krenshov
wants to win this match and with the determined look on his face he plans to do just that. Krenshov makes his way to the ring and he gets in his corner
and waits for the bell to ring.

The two wrestlers meet in the center of the ring and bump fists. Referee Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell and the match is on. The two grapple in the center
of the ring and Krenshov powers his way out of it and shoves Mike Trey to the canvas. Assman gets up and runs at Krenshov but just gets knocked back down
by a big boot from Kenny. Trey gets to his feet and Krenshov goes on the attack. He grabs Mike Trey and drives him into the corner and then drives several
shoulders into Trey’s ribs. Krenshov backs away from the corner and then runs and lands a big splash on Assman.

Krenshov grabs Assman’s hand and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle across the ring with authority. Mike Trey hit the turnbuckle so hard he fell face first
onto the canvas and he’s holding his back now. Kenny makes his way to Trey and starts stomping his back. Assman is scooped off of the mat and lifted up,
Krenshov lands a big fall away slam! Assman is holding his back again, and Krenshov smells blood. Kenny rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from
under the ring. He slides back in with the chair and places it in the middle of the ring. Assman gets to his feet, Krenshov whips him into the ropes and
lands a huge power slam onto the chair! Mike Trey is squirming in pain in the middle of the ring. Assman crawls over to the ropes and grabs them and tries
to use them to help him get to his feet. Kenny grabs him by the hair and lands a few right hands to the face. Mike Trey blocks one of Krenshov’s right
hands and then lands one of his own. Assman lands another right to Krenshov’s abdomen and a left, and a fury of rights and lefts to Krenshov’s abdomen.
Krenshov cuts him short by landing a big right hand to the face. Assman is then whipped into the ropes across the ring again and Krenshov tries to land
a spine buster on the chair but Assman uses his quickness and slides between his legs and out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey’s back is probably in a lot of pain but he can still use his quickness to his advantage.

REX CALIBER: Speaking of sliding between legs. Raleigh and its women have been very good to me…

ROB MARTINEZ: Can we focus on the match?

REX CALIBER: A bit rough at times, but nothin’ Sexy Rexy can’t handle.

ROB MARTINEZ: REX!

Krenshov makes his way out of the ring and stalks Assman around the ring. Kenny catches up with Trey and tries to grab him but Mike Trey rolls back into
the ring and Kenny follows. Mike Trey is on his feet and Krenshov who is just getting to his feet in the ring runs at Assman but Trey lands a drop toehold.
Assman uses his quickness again and starts dropping elbows across Krenshov’s legs. Kenny rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Assman tries to land
a right hand but Krenshov blocks it and lands several punches of his own. Krenshov grabs Assman by the hair and by the pants and tosses him through the
ropes to the floor outside. Kenny goes over the top rope onto the ring apron and hops down to the floor. He lifts up Mike Trey and whips him into the ring
stairs as a loud bang echoes throughout the arena. Assman is again holding his back. Kenny runs at Assman trying to land a splash sandwiching him between
and the ring steps but Mike Trey ducks out of the way and Krenshov goes tumbling over the stairs! Mike Trey grabs a breather after escaping being sandwiched
between Krenshov and some stairs. Kenny gets to his feet and the Assman comes running and uses the stairs as a launch pad as he jumps at Kenny and lands
a clothesline that merely makes the big man stumble backwards. Krenshov grabs Trey by the hair again and drives his face into the ring steps. He then picks
up Mike Trey and grabs him like a bear hug, but Krenshov doesn’t go for it. Instead he runs and drives Trey’s back into the ring post and Assman screams
in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey’s back must be in serious pain at this point. I can only imagine that Krenshov is softening up his back for the bear hug later on.
REX CALIBER: You ever been hugged by a real bear? Unless you have, shut up.

Krenshov then drives Trey into the metal barricade on the outside. Kenny grabs him by the hair again, rolls him into the ring and then rolls in himself.
Krenshov picks up the chair and Assman slowly gets to his feet and holds his back. Mike Trey gets to his feet and gets sent back down by a huge chair shot
from Krenshov! Assman is writhing in pain, but Krenshov doesn’t care. He lays in another chair shot to the back of Mike Trey, and another! The cold steel
smacking the skin on Trey’s already injured back cannot do any good. Kenny drops the chair and starts stomping a mud hole in Trey’s back. Krenshov picks
Trey up and whips him into the ropes. Off the rebound Krenshov grabs Mike Trey! He’s got the bear hug locked in, he’s thrashing him back and forth.

ROB MARTINEZ: Krenshov’s got it locked in! This should be it!

Assman is screaming in pain and Krenshov slams him to the mat. Referee Jimmy Johnson goes to the mat and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

A huge ovation from the crowd for Krenshov. He is the new REBEL Number One Contender. How long until he gains the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship?
Krenshov’s hand is raised by the referee and he exits the ring and walks up the aisle to the locker room. Passing him are the medics going to aid Mike
Trey. In the ring the medical staff strap Mike Trey to the backboard and slide him onto the stretcher. They rush him to the back where an ambulance is
most likely waiting.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mike Trey’s back sustained much damage. I wonder if he will be able to return to a REBEL ring.

REX CALIBER: I don’t know. His back looks in a bad way. Only time will tell I guess.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, up next is the third and final part of the ‘Brains, Beauty and Brawn’ contest. Introducing first, accompanied by the
Bluegrass Mafia, Matt and Jonothan Kurtis – MANDY!

“American Nightmare” starts playing again as The Bluegrass Mafia begin to walk down the aisle, with Mandy leading the way. They’re focused on the ring,
and only the ring, so unfortunately they don’t notice the sneak attack coming!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ace Adams and Steven Wylde seem to want to change this to a “Brawl” portion!

Indeed, the members of ‘Censorship Against Bad Stuff’ are hammering away with rights and lefts in this sneak attack on the Bluegrass Mafia. Rosie makes
a beeline for Mandy, taking her down with an untidy hair-grab-bulldog type move.

REX CALIBER: We’re not going to see a catfight are we?

ROB MARTINEZ: No, Rex, we’re not…

Security have managed to separate Mandy and Rosie, but there’s not enough security guards to separate the men. Matt Kurtis has turned the tables, and he’s
sending right hands in the direction of Steven Wylde as Ace Adams is doing the same to Jon Kurtis. A big boot takes Wylde down – but he’s caught by a chop
block from Ace Adams! And Matt Kurtis is caught by a stiff kick to the side of the head before more security piles out from the back, in an effort to separate
these men. Jon Kurtis leaps through the crowd, catching Ace with a forearm to the face as everyone is finally restrained…

REX CALIBER: Damn!

ROB MARTINEZ: And it looks like this issue between C.A.B.S. and The Bluegrass Mafia is going to remain unresolved. For now, anyway.

The crowd watches as Security hauls everyone to the back. Warren comes out and whispers something to Jenny Jersey.

JENNY JERSEY: Everyone involved in that brawl is being thrown out of the building. The Bluegrass Mafia versus British/Canadian Invasion is canceled.

The crowd is stunned, but Warren had to lay down the law.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is a Submission match and is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the moment Kyle Roberts has been seething for the last three weeks. He doesn’t blame “The Show” for his actions, but on the other
hand is pretty confident that the match would have been much better, and more competitive if Kyle hadn’t just fought a bloody war.

REX CALIBER: Confident? No… Kyle Roberts believes in his heart that had been fresh and aware that the match was going to happen, that Chad would have
NEVER won the belt. I disagree, and I think Chad could have. Chad Kurtis isn’t the “Caliber” of the other former REBEL Champ, but he has a lot more appeal
than Roberts.

ROB MARTINEZ: Still bitter over the loss?

REX CALIBER: You wasn’t even in the building, or even the country for that matter.. so who are you too judge?

ROB MARTINEZ: Gonna leave that issue alone.

“I AM THE MAN!”

And out comes the former champ. The angry expression on his face reads like a picture book… pretty easy. He doesn’t even take time to acknowledge the
fans cheering for him, and there’s plenty. He enters the ring and Philosopher Kings are shut off so Jenny can do her job.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he is fighting out of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. He weighed in at two hundred and fifty five pounds. He is a former FIVE
time NAPW Tag Team Champion and the former REBEL World Champion… STYLIN’! KYLE! ROBERTS!

REX CALIBER: I know hearing the word “former” in front of the words “REBEL World Champion” stings the massive ego.

ROB MARTINEZ: Know from experience?

REX CALIBER: SHUT IT ROB!

“COCKY!”

And out comes the champion. He has a confident look on his face. He taps the gold and smiles at Kyle Roberts… who is boiling mad.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! Fighting out of Paducah, Kentucky, he weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds! A former NAPW TV champion, two-time NAPW tag team
champion and two-time REBEL Carolinas champion… he is the current, and reigning REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… “THE SHOW!” CHAD! KURTIS!

And that is as LONG as Kyle Roberts is going to wait! He spears The Show down with a football tackle before the champ can even pull his belt off, and starts
wailing away! Chad tries to cover up, Roberts raining down rights and lefts on him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has done nothing but fantasize about this moment since he lost the belt to “The Show” last month! And now all that frustration
and rage are coming out!

Referee Dale McDonald is in charge of this important match-up. It’s REBEL rules plus: Submission is the only way this match is going to end, so all he can
do is sit back and watch the match unfold. Roberts gets up to a thunderous pop, then measures a rising Show… Roberts boots him in the gut! Off the ropes
for the POLAR-IZER, no dice, The Show saw it coming and ducks out of the way. He rolls underneath the ropes, trying to regain his bearings. The REBEL Arena
crowd gives him holy hell, “The Show” badmouthing some of the front row fans. He tries to get back in the ring, drops down as Kyle charges. The champion
doesn’t want to play into Kyle’s hands…

But Kyle doesn’t feel like waiting for “The Show” to gather his nuts and slides out to the floor! The Show gets whipped around, pasted in the side of the
face. Roberts grabs The Show by the seat of the pants and beales him into the guardrail! Crowd chants “(BLEEP) HIM UP, ROBERTS, (BLEEP) HIM UP!” Roberts
runs in, clipping The Show with a big boot to the face against the guardrail! Damn! Roberts looks over, grabs The Show and AGAIN beales him down the ringside
area. Roberts stalks his man, Chad gets a sudden kick to Roberts’ stomach. BAM. Roberts headfirst into the timekeeper’s table. A pissed off Show grabs
Kyle and slides him on top of it, now, and then follows up. The Show stands up, sticks Kyle’s head between his legs —

CK FINALE ON THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE?!

NO! ROBERTS REVERSES … INTO THE BEAR-TAMER!

ROB MARTINEZ: The finishing maneuver of Kyle Roberts, a move that you’ve been in and tapped out to, Caliber! Chad Kurtis in a lot of pain!

REX CALIBER: First of all, I never tapped out, I was trying to get the crowd to rally behind me… but that Bear-Tamer is a damn painful hold, but Kyle
Roberts’ can’t get a damn win outside the ring. He ain’t wrestling smart, Martinez.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s wrestling with passion, with white-hot fire and with guts! He can’t get the submission win outside the ring, ON THE TABLE or not, but
he sure as hell is softening Kurtis up for later!

McDonald is telling Kyle as such, “you can’t win on the floor, Kyle!” The crowd is just going banana, the sight of Roberts wrenching back on The Show atop
the table. Finally Kyle shoves The Show’s legs away and drops off the table. Chad bundled into the ring, Roberts picks up his favorite toy from the announce
table. The trusty ring-bell.

The Show is getting to his feet as Kyle enters the ring, holding the bell high. The fans are awaiting the vicious “DING.” But Kyle appears to be having
second thoughts. He looks at the bell in his one hand, then looks at his empty hand in the other. Looks at the bell, makes ready to smack Chad… then
again, pauses. Roberts dumps the bell back outside the ring.

REX CALIBER: What the hell is he doin’? There ain’t no DQs in REBEL!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think Kyle Roberts wants to break Chad Kurtis with his BARE HANDS!

REX CALIBER: You mean his BEAR hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: …What?

REX CALIBER: Seriously, have you seen Roberts’ fingernails, man needs a trim.

In any event, The Show is up, and Chad pulls him onto his shoulders for the MOOSE JAW DRIVER — Chad counters with a Tornado DDT! He spikes Kyle on the
top of his head, then grabs behind the waist for the GERMAN SUPLEXES! He nails ONE! Holds on, linked, pulls Kyle up, TWO GERMANS! A THIRD, this one release!
Kyle is dazed, and now it’s time for The Show to go to work. He grabs Kyle’s ankles, hooks them and then leans forward to lock on an STF! The Show wrenching
the head and shoulders of Kyle Roberts, who is holding on! The crowd are getting into this, Kyle tries reaching out… can’t quite get the ropes, but he
manages to drag himself forward with his free arm, reaching, reaching, makes the ropes. The ref calls for the break, Kurtis doesn’t let go though. The
referee says he won’t count a submission if Kurtis won’t let go, so finally he does.

Kyle holding the back of his neck, and The Show stomps on him. He’s not a submission specialist, but he can do some damage. He looks into the camera and
yells “(BLEEP) YOU ASTROS,” then locks on… the BOW AND ARROW! He rolls onto his back, Roberts bent in a bad way!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wouldn’t it be something of “The Show” beat Roberts with one of Donovan Astros’ signature moves?

REX CALIBER: Only person Astros hates more than Kurtis is Kyle Roberts, I don’t know how the man would react, but if I was Astros, I’d know exactly where
to attack Roberts next week!

And Roberts is in a tough spot here, but it doesn’t look like he’ll submit, though McDonald is asking him. Roberts can’t get to the ropes… but The Show
lets go after a long enough period. Roberts back to the canvas, The Show has him right where he wants him, looking for another submission hold. What the
hell? An indian deathlock? Kurtis falls back, forcing spasms of pain through Kyle’s body! Roberts yells out as Chad gets back to his feet, Kyle’s feet
still tangled. BACK! YELL! Pain! Roberts reaches out and grabs the ropes, Chad has to let go. He comes back to grab Roberts INSIDE CRADLE — but there
are no pins, WAIT A MINUTE, ROBERTS SUDDENLY IS GOING FOR THE BEAR-TAMER! OUT OF NOWHERE! Chad is struggling against the move, he already knows how it
feels, he desperately scrambles to the ropes and Kyle has to let go. Roberts swears, Chad pulls himself up by the ropes, STYLESKICK — Chad ducks! Kyle
tries to regain his balance, but that’s all Kurtis needs to his own superkick, knocking Kyle flat-out an in perfect position for…

BEST!

MOONSAULT!

EVER!

The Show connects, and then throws Kyle into the middle of the ring for a CAMEL CLUTCH! Center of the ring! Kyle with damaged neck and head and the wind
knocked out of him! This could be IT!

REX CALIBER: It ain’t no La-Z-Boy, Martinez, Roberts is done for, that son of a bitch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts attempt to regain the World Title may just end in defeat, he’s fading fast! Dale McDonald checks the arm… and it drops once.
I think Roberts may be out of it!

REX CALIBER: Pansy.

Caliber’s blinding hatred notwithstanding, the crowd is on their feet, begging for a rally. McDonald grabs Kyle’s arm a second time, holds it up… and
it drops. The crowd dies as McDonald yells “TWO!” The Show is nodding with a sweat-soaked grin, he’s held onto his title. McDonald grabs Kyle’s arm for
the third time, holding it up, and the crowd deflates as it fallsssssnnnnnnnNNOOOO!

ROBERTS ARM STAYS UP!

HE’S ALIVE!

Roberts makes a fist, shaking the arm, trying to get that all-important ADRENALINE RUSH. And with it, he begins to crawl! Ever so slowly… crawling! Can
he — Chad tries to force him to tap — KYLE MAKES THE ROPES!

THE CROWD EXPLODES!

But it’s not over yet, because Chad Kurtis releases the hold, only to immediately thud his forearm into the small of Kyle’s back. Waistlock, German Suplex,
Kyle blocks it! Throwing back elbows, knocking The Show, finally breaks the man off of him! The Show charges Kyle, caught, TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! The
Show writhes in pain as Kyle quickly leaps to the second rope, NAILING the Lionsault! No cover, that won’t do him any good, but now Roberts looks out over
the crowd and the light is back in his eyes! “WHO’S THE MAN, REBEL?”

“YOU ARE!”

The Show gets up, met immediately by Kyle Roberts pummeling him. HARD irish whip into the turnbuckle, more damage to The Show’s back! DROP-DOWN Irish Whip
sends Chad even harder into the opposite corner, the man ricocheting and hitting the canvas from the impact. Roberts is all over him, half-nelson backbreaker!
What a move! Chad gets up, bent over holding his back in pain, and THIS TIME Kyle NAILS the Polar-izer! That leaves Chad Kurtis flat on his back in the
center of the ring, and Kyle grins. It’s time! Grabs the legs, turning the man over. Chad fighting, but Kyle isn’t to be denied, and turns the man over
into the BEAR-TAMER!

ROB MARTINEZ: BEAR-TAMER! IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! THIS COULD BE ALL! WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!

REX CALIBER: COME ON CHAD! DON’T LET THAT GUY BEAT YOU!

The crowd is ON THEIR FEET, chanting “TAP! TAP! TAP!” at the top of their lungs! “The Show” is holding on for dear life, face a mask of pain, as Kyle screams
“TAP OUT YOU SON OF A BITCH!” The Show looks like he’s going to tap out… hand raised, and ready… but he makes a fist, he’s not done yet! He begins
to crawl, crawling… the pain is so bad!

TAP TAP TAP

The Show reaches out, can’t make the ropes! He’s almost there… Kyle leaning back…

The Show makes the ropes, the crowd groaning as one. Roberts doesn’t want to let go of the hold though! “You can’t win with the man in the ropes!” Finally,
Roberts lets go, getting nose to nose with McDonald. “What are you going to do, disqualify me?”

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh no, Roberts’ temper is getting the better of him here.

McDonald reiterates his point to Roberts — LOW BLOW. BOOOOOOO.

ROB MARTINEZ: The champion with a low blow from behind!

REX CALIBER: Hey, Roberts shouldn’t have turned his back on THE CHAMP like that, his own damn fault. There ain’t no DQ in REBEL!

ROB MARTINEZ: Be that as it may, oh no, CK FINALE! It doesn’t matter if he can’t pinfall, if The Show hits this, Roberts will be knocked OUT for any submission
move! Here it comes — NO! ROBERTS TAKES THE LEGS OUT —

REX CALIBER: NOT AGAIN!

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts HAS IT IN! THE BEAR-TAMER AGAIN! THE SHOW HAS TO MAKE THE ROPES OR IT’S OVER!

The crowd? THEY HAVEN’T SAT DOWN! Roberts wrenches back, screaming himself in sheer intensity. The Show tries to get to the ropes, he’s crawling, clawing,
scratching… he’s almost there…

KYLE WALKS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING

And then kneels down, knee right in Chad’s back, bending The Show in ways the body is not supposed to go! THE SHOW TAPS! THE SHOW TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and ONCE AGAIN REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Roberts holds on after the bell, until finally he lets go, dropping to the canvas himself. Dale McDonald gets the title belt and raises Kyle’s arm in victory,
handing him the gold. Kyle kisses it, then raises it up high in emotional celebration as the crowd cheers their approval.

ROB MARTINEZ: Once more the REBEL champion is Stylin’ Kyle Roberts in an emotional contest! He has back what many feel he should never have lost in the
first place. What a match, and what a victory for Kyle Roberts to start reign number two!

Kurtis rolls out of the ring, walking to the back in clear pain, holding his back. Kyle hits the top rope, grinning in victory as he holds the belt in both
hands above his head. The crowd is loving this…

But the night isn’t quite over yet!

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Wu-Tang’s Bring Da Ruckus begins to boom throughout the building, that only means one thing; Murcielago is making an appearance. He appears from behind
the curtain alone, no Enzo with him. Murc makes his way to the ring and he looks angry. As he walks down the aisle to the ring boos rain down on him but
he simply brushes them off and then slides into the ring. Murcielago stands in the center of the ring and calls for a microphone and one is handed to him
by Jenny Jersey. He stands in the ring next to Rob Martinez who also has a microphone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago, I’d just like to thank you for taking this interview with me, I know that you did not have to accept, so I appreciate your time.
MURCIELAGO: Yeah sure, let’s get going so I can get this over with quicker and get the hell out of here as soon as I can.

ROB MARTINEZ: Alright. Can we get your opinion on the losing streak that you have been on recently?

MURCIELAGO: The reason why I’ve been on this losing streak as of late is for one reason and one reason only. It’s not because of lack of talent, it’s not
because the people I’ve faced are too good, it’s not even because bad match types, none of that. The sole reason is because of Rex Caliber!

ROB MARTINEZ: REX CALIBER? How is he the reason for your losing streak?

MURCIELAGO: Before I was teamed with Rex and The Crimes I was on my way to the top. I had a title shot under my belt, I gained the number one contendership
from Caliban, and I was actually winning matches. Then I think why not team up with the most powerful stable in REBEL? What’s the worst that can go wrong,
I get the Carolinas title instead of the World Heavyweight title?

ROB MARTINEZ: But how is Rex the cause for your losing streak?

MURCIELAGO: Do you listen Martinez? When I was on my own I was winning matches, then I join Rex Caliber and The Crimes and I win one match against some
(BLEEP) who just about anybody can beat. After that match I begin a four match slide. The Crimes and Rex are hacks. Powerful stable my ass. The Foundation
got bitched around by a team called the Brat Pack for god’s sake. Then you got Rex. A dude who lost to Stone Zellor in his last match and simply left.
Sure Rex was a good REBEL Heavyweight champ, but c’mon he only had one good opponent in that time, that’s Kyle Roberts. Everybody else was garbage. After
he lost that belt he and The Crimes didn’t do shit. They lost their titles, and then they lost the simple ability to win a damn match. I swear those dudes
must be Swedish because they can’t (BLEEP) Finish. Real great team there huh? I could’ve and will do better on my own. I don’t need The Crimes or Rex Caliber,
I never needed those two or any other one of those hacks.

ROB MARTINEZ: So what are your plans now that Rex is doing the commentary instead of wrestling and you are on your own?

MURCIELAGO: Simple. I’m gonna get back to winning. I’m gonna shake off this filth that’s gotten on me after being with The Grimes…I mean Crimes, and get
back to what I’ve always done and that’s destroy the opposition no matter who it is.

ROB MARTINEZ: Do you see yourself in another match for the REBEL World Heavyweight Championship in the future?

MURCIELAGO: Now that I’m getting back in tip-top condition I don’t just see myself in a match for the title, I see myself with that title. First though,
I gotta win a damn match, it’s gonna happen after the new year at REBEL’s next show, no matter who the person standing across from me is. They’re not gonna
leave the ring standing. In this world people get monkeys off their backs, I’m getting Rex Caliber off my back, no homo.

ROB MARTINEZ: I guess this interview is finished with. I’d like to say thanks to Murcielago again for giving me the opportunity to interview him about what
has recently been going on with him.

Rob Martinez exits the ring and goes back to the announce table at ringside. As Rob Martinez begins to get settled at the announce table Murcielago begins
to imitate Rex Caliber and his announcement after his last REBEL match. MURCIELAGO: I’d just like to thank all of my fans and all of you who cheered me
on tonight. Thanks!

Murcielago drops the mic and rolls out of the ring to a flood. As he walks up the aisle to the locker room a popcorn bag and several empty cups can be seen
being throw at him. He sees a fan with a with a sign that reads “Mercy-lago”, he goes over to the fan and tears the sign in half and continues walking
to the back unfaded by any boo, sign, or popcorn bag. He’s all business folks.

REX CALIBER: What a damn ingrate. I ought to go in there and kick his six foot seven piece of shit ass.

ROB MARTINEZ: Calm down Rex.

REX CALIBER: He’ll get his… you watch. Summabitch! NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THE NEXUS ONE LIKE THAT!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for a one fall to a finish, and is a Duel Debuts match.

“Beverly Hillbillys Theme” by Flatts and Scruggs, and out steps Cuzin Zeke. The crowd don’t know the man, yet so the reaction isn’t huge. But the huge man
just seems to be enjoying himself, as he carries his bucket of pig slop to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first. Hailing from Turkey Cross, Kentucky. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty three pounds. He is REBEL-Pro’s resident
Hillbilly – CUZIN ZEKE!

REX CALIBER: I can’t believe Garrett hired someone like this. The man is clearly a retard, and should be kept in a home with all his Hillbilly buddies.
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know, he could prove to be an excellent wrestler. He does have a storied, and successful history as a tag-team wrestler with his cousin
Elmer Clampet and his Uncle Jim.

REX CALIBER: I still say he should be put away, bunch of unintelligent savages.

Rex is stopped from commenting further as “This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson his the arenas speakers. Out comes his confident opponent. The North
Carolina fan’s who followed the OPW know this man.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is his opponent, hailing from Detroit. Weighing in tonight at around two hundred and forty pounds. He is a former OPW hall of famer
and World Champion. An Iceman of the ages. He is – ADAM DAVIS!

Adam strolls to the ring, loving the attention, as he strolls down to the ring to take on his Kentucky born and bred opponent. Jimmy Johnson, the referee
for this opening contest calls for the match.

Despite not having either the height or weight advantage, Davis deals a swift series of punches to the midsection of Zeke. But it shows no effect on the
big man (at least bigger then the lighter weight Adam at any rate), who returns with a series of clubbing blows to Adam. Davis whips himself off the ropes,
hoping for a second rope springboard clothesline, but is met with a devastating boot to the solar plexus.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like the Six-foot-Six Turkey Cross native is dominating Adam Davis.

REX CALIBER: But not for long. The Iceman is a ring veteran, and a former World Champion.

Zeke drops a leg across the chest of Davis, followed by a couple of dropped elbows. Zeke drags Adam to his feet, and unleashes a couple of punches to his
face. Zeke whips his opponent to the ropes, where Davis ducks a clothesline attempt. The Iceman manages to fly off the ropes and hits a one handed bulldog
to the Hillbilly Cuzin, felling him for the first time in the match. The Boston heel begins stomping away at Zeke, trying to wear him out. But the big
man just seems to shrug it off, rising to his feet to face Davis.

Davis lands a solid boot to the mid-section of Zeke, and has the 6’6” man put in a front face lock.

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis, a DDT expert, trying for the Fisherman’s DDT. He could end it if he hits it!

But Zeke manages to counter with a brutal back body drop. Zeke goes to the top rope obviously trying for a Mudpuddle, but eats nothing but mat. Davis manages
to rolls out of the ring smiling at the winded Hillbilly. Cuzin Zeke raises to his feet, and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Davis gestures for Zeke
to bring it to the outside, but the Big man refuses, calling for Adam Davis to come back into the ring. This argument continues for a little while before
Zeke finally gives up and rolls under the ropes to be met with a quick series of punches. He tries to smash Zeke’s head into the barrier, but the attempt
is blocked, the Iceman tries again, and again it is blocked. Zeke manages to reverse the situation, and smashes Davis’s head into the guard rail.

Adam is bent over with a boot to the guts, then hits him with a standing Piledriver. He locks in a Cobra Clutch, torturing the back of Davis. Jimmy Johnson
orders the two fighter’s into the ring. Zeke gets off his opponent, picking Davis up by his hair and throwing him into the ring. He quickly follows, quickly
going to the turnbuckle again trying for a Mudpuddle, this time connecting. Jimmy counts – ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!

Zeke gets to his feet in amazement, he looks to Johnson, who tells him it, was only two. Cuzin Zeke shakes his head. He picks up Adam Davis, and still holding
onto the hair of the Iceman, he unleashes a devastating series of rights into Adam’s face. He devastates the back region with a backbreaker, which he doesn’t
let go, putting Adam Davis in a submission move.

REX CALIBER: Looks like Cuzin Zeke might have more then two brain cells, working on the back of the hero of this match Adam Davis.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’d consider that.

The move is torturing the back of the Iceman, who is screaming in pain. Finally Jimmy Johnson orders Zeke to release the hold. Adams hits his first offensive
move in a little while by low blowing his opponent. Davis hits a solid Implant DDT. He locks in a Grave Pain to keep him down. Unfortunately Cuzin manages
to reach the ropes using his height advantage. Both men raise to their feet, Cuzin Zeke grabs the neck of Adam Davis, trying for a chokeslam. But Davis
gets his way out of it by kicking him in the shins.

Zeke comically hops round the ring holding his lower leg. Using this to his advantage, wrapping his arms around Cuzin’s waist, and hits a bridged German
Suplex. Jimmy makes the count – ONE! TWO! THR~ KICKOUT!!

REX CALIBER: A close call for the Iceman.

Adams pulls up his Jordan brand Jeans, which have almost fallen down. Davis climbs up to the top rope, as Zeke raises to his feet, and Adam lets fly with
a Missile Dropkick to the back of Cuzin Zeke. Davis hits a spring board off the second rope Moonsault, and a cover.

One!

Two!

KICKOUT!

REX CALIBER: Second near fall in as many minutes. Should be interesting for my good friend Adam Davis.

ROB MARTINEZ: “Good friend”? When’d you find the time for that?

REX CALIBER: I am good friends with a fair few people on the REBEL-Pro roster. You should hang out with the guys more often, once the show stops.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hang out with them more often then you ever did, even when you where a wrestler.

As Zeke raises to his feet, he is meet with a front face lock, as he goes to the corner post and drives Cuzin’s head into the mat with a Tornado DDT. Again
he goes to the top, as Zeke is stumbling around the ring, still confused as Adam Davis tries for a Hurricana, but he is reversed. Zeke devastates him with
a quick Spinebuster. He makes a lazy cover, one … two … kickout.

Not to be out done, Davis raises to his feet quickly. He deep arm drags Cuzin Zeke, laying him on the mat, who’s quickly back to his feet and approaches
Adam Davis again, to only be deep arm dragged again. The next time Zeke raises to his feet he cautiously approaches Adam Davis this, but is superkicked
for his trouble.

Davis makes the cover. One … tw – kick out! Zeke is back to his feet massaging his jaw. The Iceman kicks Zeke in the stomach and quickly let’s fly with
the T-Bone Suplex, he quickly goes to the ropes again, and a second rope Moonsault is let rip.

ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis definitely seems to be with the advantage here, dominating the bigger man.

REX CALIBER: As I told you at the beginning of this match, Cousin Zeke is a retard. And shouldn’t be allowed to compete in such a respected federation like
REBEL-Pro.

ROB MARTINEZ: We let you compete didn’t we?

REX CALIBER: That’s different. I was a legend, Cousin Zeke isn’t. And that’s all there is to it.

Rob just sighs with frustration as the match in the ring continues. Adam Davis tries for another cover, but somehow, Cuzin Zeke, in a display of pure power,
throws the twenty three pound lighter man off him, and raises slowly to his feet.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now that was amazing!

REX CALIBER: I’ve done better.

ROB MARTINEZ: How exactly?

REX CALIBER: Never you mind.

Zeke gets on the offensive with a couple of foot stomps to the down Davis, and as Davis manages to rise to a vertical base, he is attacked with a couple
of well placed knife edged chops from the big man. Davis ducks under a clothesline attempt, and manages to hit his finisher – the Cold Shoulder. And just
to make sure that the big man stays down, a good measure of Clarity, Davis’s other finisher is thrown in. Adam manages to position himself with the ropes,
and rolls up Zeke, feet on the ropes, and hands full of coveralls. Johnson, not seeing either of the illegal pinning combos, counts the fall.

ROB MARTINEZ: After such a hard fought match it can’t end like this.

But it can as Jimmy counts One! Two! Three! The Bell is rung and “This Is The New Shit” by Marilyn Manson is played throughout the arena. Adam Davis stands
victorious, while Cuzin Zeke seems to be content with rolling out of the ring in disgust.

REX CALIBER: The Iceman Cometh.

ROB MARTINEZ: In the worst way.

JENNY JERSEY: And here is the winner of the Duel Debuts match. “THE ICEMAN” ADAM DAVIS!!!

Soon to be slopman, as Zeke has grabbed the bucket of slop that he brought to the match, and slid back into the ring. Adam Davis is still celebrating with
the booing crowd as his music plays. As the crowd sees this scene, they begin to cheer. Realizing this, Adam turns round, but it is too late, he is slopped.
The crowd is in hysterics. Zeke raises his hand to cheers. The Iceman may have won the match, but the Hillbilly has won the war. This match is officially
over folks.

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JENNY JERSEY: The next match is a ladder match for the REBEL Carolinas Championship. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Los Angeles, California
and weighing in at two-hundred thirty-two pounds…MANNY X!

Jambi by Tool plays throughout the building and Manny X steps out from behind the curtain to a big ovation from the crowd. He makes his way down to the
ring and fans stick their hands over the barricade but Manny doesn’t acknowledge them. His eyes never move from the ladder that is positioned in the aisle.
He circles the ladder once and then slides into the ring and waits in his corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X looks all business here tonight. Could this be his night? Could he win the Carolinas Championship from Link Van Haggard?

REX CALIBER: I don’t know. Could this be my night though? I’ve been scoping out the crowd and I see some very eligible candidates to wrestle with Sexy Rexy
after the show. Especially her.

ROB MARTINEZ: She looks fresh out of high school!

REX CALIBER: Your point?

Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit booms from the speakers and Link Van Haggard steps out from behind the curtain wearing a tartan kilt and a leather jacket.
His title belt is slung over his shoulder. As he makes his way to the ring the boo birds rain down, but he keeps walking to the ring. He eyes the ladder
in the aisle, and then slides into the ring and hands his title belt to referee Dale McDonald. Dale gets the belt hung up and it’s raised up.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, hailing from Napier, New Zealand and weighing in at one-hundred eighty pounds, he is the REBEL Carolinas Champion, LINK
VAN HAGGARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Link looks all business too. Seeing the look on the faces of these two, this match could turn out to be a classic REBEL match.

REX CALIBER: I just want to see if somebody falls on their head in this match.

The bell rings and the match is on. The two make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Manny X is the more powerful of the two and he gives Link
a few kicks to the chest doubling him over and then he gives him a hard elbow to the back of the head sending his face first into the mat. Manny then begins
stomping away at the back of Link Van Haggard’s head. Link rolls out of the way and scrambles to his feet, he then gives Manny X several hard right hands
to the face that send him back a few steps. Manny then comes back a thunderous right hand of his own the sends Link into the ropes. Manny runs towards
the ropes opposite of Link, bounces off of the ropes, and spears Link through the ropes and to the floor on the outside! The two begin to get up from the
floor, Manny X grabs the ring apron and hoists himself to his feet. Link crawls over to him and Manny grabs him by the hair and is about to come down with
a big right hand to the back of the head and Link lands a low blow!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not the first time that we’ve seen Link gain the upper hand by using a low blow.

REX CALIBER: Link used a low blow three times in his last match. If he does that again I can’t see Manny X having any kids.

Manny X collapses to the floor after the low blow and Link goes on the offensive. He hits Manny in the back of the head with several hard knees and Manny
goes down to the floor again. Link walks away from Manny X and stands over by the stairs. Manny X gets to his knees and grabs the ring apron to hold himself
up. Link comes running in and lands a drop kick to the chest of Manny X again sending him to the floor. Link walks over to the ladder, takes it and slides
it into the ring. He picks up Manny X and rolls him into the ring, Link then follows. Link hits Manny with a hard right hand to the face and then lays
him on the ladder. Link goes to the top turnbuckle.

ROB MARTINEZ: What is Link Van Haggard going to do here?

REX CALIBER: I can only imagine he’s going to jump off the top rope, but I could be wrong, I’m just watching to see if he falls on his head!

Link leaps off of the turnbuckle with a big body splash, MANNY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Link’s ribs and sternum slam into the ladder from the top rope. Manny
X gets to his feet and stomps on Link’s ribs as he rives in pain on the mat. Manny rolls to the outside and grabs a steel chair.

ROB MARTINEZ: As is a ladder wasn’t enough, he has to use a chair!

Manny slides back into the ring with the chair and lays it in the middle of the ring. Manny scoops Link off of the canvas and brings him over to the chair
and lands a big DDT on the chair! Manny then begins to lay in more stomps on Link. Manny kicks the chair out of the ring and then goes over and grabs the
ladder off of the mat and puts it where the chair was. Manny opens the ladder and then puts Link Van Haggard’s legs in between the ladder and then SLAMS
THE LADDER TOGETHER! Link’s legs could be broken! Manny rolls Link off of the ladder and then sets it up in the middle of the ring. Manny then begins climbing
the ladder and he takes his time doing so. Link uses the ropes to help himself get to his feet and he then walks over to the ladder and grabs Manny X on
the ladder. Manny is holding onto the ladder with everything he has, but Link some how power bombs Manny to the mat with authority! Manny is down, Link
falls backwards to the mat, both men are down.

ROB MARTINEZ: Link just saved the match and his title with that move. Out of desperation he slammed Manny X to the mat.

REX CALIBER: You do some real crazy shit when you’re desperate. You probably know about that Robby boy.

ROB MARTINEZ: Please don’t call me that Rex, thanks.

The two men slowly get to their feet, Link holding his ribs and gingerly standing on one leg, and Manny X holding the back of his neck. The two then begin
to exchange right hands, Link, Manny, Link, Manny, back and forth. Manny lands one right hand and then blocks a right hand from Link and lands another
right, and another right. Link is pushed against the ropes as Manny keeps laying in right hands to the face. Link with a rake of the eyes sends Manny X
stumbling backwards and then lands a clothesline that sends Manny to the canvas. Link hops up onto the second rope and lands a body splash onto Manny,
but it cost him. Link hurt his leg and his ribs before and he just remembered that after that move. Manny gets to his feet and Link begins to get to his.
Manny runs at Link and takes his legs out from under him with a swift kick to the back of that bad right leg. Link goes down and holds his leg. Manny slides
out of the ring and picks up the chair that he kicked out before. He goes back into the ring and Link starts pulling himself to his feet using the ladder.
Manny goes behind Link and then swings the chair taking out his right leg! Link goes down holding his leg again. Link is yelling in pain after that chair
shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny is targeting Link’s legs to try and limit the high flier.

REX CALIBER: Manny X is crazy, we’ve seen it before, he’ll cut you mang.

Manny lifts the chair above his head and brings it down onto Links leg and Link screams in pain again. Manny sees his opportunity open up so he drops the
chair and begins to climb the ladder again. He makes his way to the top of the ladder and Link Van Haggard has made it to his feet. Link grabs Manny’s
foot but the other foot kicks him in the face sending him stumbling backwards. Link goes back over to Manny X and grabs his foot again. Manny tries to
kick him but Link backs up and lands a low blow on Manny X. Link then lands a big NECKBREAKER OFF OF THE LADDER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny sort of hurt his neck with that power bomb and Link was smart enough to go back to that neck.

REX CALIBER: Speaking of neck…

ROB MARTINEZ: REX! Let’s keep it below an X rating please.

Link lifts Manny X up off of the mat, he then gives him a right to the gut and then a swift kick to the gut doubling him over. Link then hops onto the second
rope again and lands a big leg drop on the back of Manny’s neck and Manny goes down to the mat hard. Link gets to his feet but holds his right leg after
landing the leg drop. Link walks over to the ladder and folds it up. He then takes it over to the turnbuckle and places the ladder against the turnbuckle.
Link then walks back over to Manny X, who is holding his neck still, and lifts him to his vertical base. Link pushes Manny into the corner and lands several
rights to the face. Link then whips Manny X hard into the ladder. Link then comes running at Manny X who moves out of the way. Link’s ribs meet that ladder
for a second time in this match. Manny goes and picks up the steel chair he was using before and whacks Link ‘s ribs with it as he leans up against the
ladder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Link was leaned against the ladder and then he was hit with a chair, that must’ve hurt badly, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

REX CALIBER: You ever hear of that guy who cut his arm off when he was pinned under a boulder? No? Ok. Yeah, that must’ve hurt Link bad, his ribs must be
hurtin’.

Manny then goes back to the legs to try and limit the high flying maneuvers that Link uses. Manny lands a snapmare and then rolls Link onto his stomach
and then tries to lock in a Boston Crab to try and weaken the legs even more. Link gets away though by rolling out of the ring. Manny X follows him outside
of the ring and the two begin to exchange right hands again. Link blocks a right from Manny and lands yet another low blow!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, that’s it, no kids for Manny X.

Link then whips Manny into the barricade and then follows it up with a running clothesline that makes Manny’s feet go up into the air. Link slides into
the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle closest to Manny X. Link with a HUGE BODY SPLASH OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Manny X is down, Link Van Haggard is down.
What a move, injured leg and ribs can’t hold Link from flying. Link gets up holding his ribs and he picks Manny X up off the floor and then whips him into
the stairs close by. Link limps over to the ring apron and goes under it and pulls a table out and a pop comes from the crowd. Link sets up the table right
next to the ring. He goes back to Manny X who is slouched against the ring stairs and rolls him onto the table. Link hits Manny with a few rights to the
face and then rolls into the ring. He goes to the top turnbuckle again, Link’s going to fly again. But Manny X rolls off of the table. Link hops off of
the turnbuckle and rolls to the outside of the ring. he grabs Manny and rolls him into the ring. Link slides in after him.

Link whips Manny against the ropes and goes from a drop kick, but Manny X holds onto the ropes. Manny rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring for
a second and out of nowhere he emerges with a pizza cutter! He slides back into the ring and Link is just getting back to his vertical base. Manny tries
to cut Link’s forehead but he grabs Manny’s hand as the pizza cutter was coming towards him. Link gives Manny a knee to the gut and then bounces off the
ropes and goes for a knee to the head but Manny lands a clothesline sending Link to the canvas.

ROB MARTINEZ: Here’s Manny X’s opportunity to use that pizza cutter.

REX CALIBER: Would you like your Link Van Haggard thinly sliced?

Manny rolls Link over onto his back and he then pins him to the mat and begins cutting up Link’s back with that pizza cutter! Link screams in pain and he
grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself out of the ring. Manny holds up the pizza cutter and the crowd gives him an ovation. Manny tosses the pizza cutter
out of the ring and grabs the steel chair again. He goes out of the ring to chase after Link. Manny swings the chair at Link but he misses and hits the
ring stairs and a loud bang echoes throughout the building. Link scrambles back into the ring and Manny X follows. Manny swings the chair for Link’s head
but he ducks and drives Manny into the turnbuckle and follows up with several shoulder thrusts to Manny’s ribs. Manny X dropped the chair when Link drove
him into the corner and now Link picks it up. Manny comes out of the corner and WHAM A THUNDEROUS CHAIR SHOT! Link with a huge chair shot to the head of
Manny X and he goes down in a heap. Link begins to climb the ladder slowly. Each rung on the ladder causes great pain for Link and his injured leg. Link
reaches the top rung of the ladder and Manny X begins to climb. Manny X reaches the top and the two exchange right hands. Manny grapples with Link, he
tries to get him onto his shoulders.

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s Manny X going to do here? Those two are very high up!

REX CALIBER: Manny’s been gang bangin’ since ’94!

Link is on Manny’s shoulders and it looks like Manny is going to drop Link off of the ladder. But suddenly the ladder begins to tip over from the weight
being shifted to the side. The ladder has fallen and Manny X and Link Van Haggard have been sent through the table that was positioned at ringside! The
crowd goes wild and a chant starts up “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

ROB MARTINEZ: The two of them could very well be broken in half!

REX CALIBER: They didn’t land on their heads but shit, that’s good enough! One more time!

The two of the men are motionless under the wrecked table. A piece of the table begins to move and Link Van Haggard begins to crawl out from the wreckage.
Link begins to crawl into the ring. He uses the ropes to hoist himself to his feet. He then grabs the ladder and sets it up again in the middle of the
ring. Link’s ribs were injured before the fall through the table and now they’re only worse. Each rung causes much pain for Link Van Haggard. Manny X begins
to stir. Link continues up the ladder and Manny begins to crawl into the ring. Link reaches for the belt, Manny reaches for the ladder. Link grabs the
belt, Manny tries to grab Link’s foot, but Link gets the belt and pulls it down!

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

The referee raises Link Van Haggard’s hand and the boos rain down on him from the crowd. He exits the ring and makes his way back to the locker room and
the boos continue. Manny X gets to his feet in the ring, the medical staff come out to tend to him but he waves them off. He exits the ring to a positive
ovation from the crowd and he makes his way to the locker room. The show is over for this night, but next week is ULTIMATE ATTRITION!

TBA- 11/13/2007

11/13/2007
6:30

The crowd is filing into the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium. We see various signs saying “Get Well Rob”, and other signs looking for Astros’ head on a
stick. The merchandise tables are set up, and we see Manny X selling his shirts. KRENSHOV is selling autograph pictures, and his “For Hire” shirt. Mark
Kingston is at the DVD table, autographing copies of “Best of the Best” and “No Remorse”.

Twenty minutes later, the crowd is beginning to chant, “REBEL”, “REBEL”. Then a little earlier than expected….

PURPLE HAZE!

Jenny Jersey enters the arena and gets a nice ovation. She takes a seat at ringside. Chet Whettleson enters the arena to chants of… “WE MISS ROB”. Chet
doesn’t seem to taken back, and seems to be professional. He enters the ring and the crowd chants “REBEL” again. He grabs a mic and attempts to speak as
the music cuts off. Then he gets cut off.

THE CHAMP IS HERE! THE CHAMP IS HERE!! THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!

Rex Caliber makes his way out, wearing an orange suit. He has sunglasses on and the crowd goes crazy. Maybe South Carolina is more forgiving than Edmonton,
Calgary, Raleigh and other places where they hate his guts. Or maybe everyone forgives him. The crowd cheers him all the way down, as he struts down, and
prances getting into the ring. Rex calls for the music to cut, and grabs the mic.

REX CALIBER: This party needed a little “Rex Appeal”. Spartanburg how they hell are you? (not waiting for a response.) It don’t matter really, cause Rex
makes everything better. So, Chet… isn’t it Chet?… Do the little intro and make Rob proud.

CHET WHETTLESON: Tonight every matches stipulations were drawn randomly, and we have everything from Last Team Standing matches, to Iron Man matches. Street
fights to Censorship rules. Tonight we have three titles on the line, and the Number One Contendership Cup. The matches are set but the winners are still..
TO BE ANNOU-

GOING TO TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY, WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY!

Warren walks out to a huge roar of the crowd. He walks to the ring with a purpose and accepts the mic from Chet.

WARREN: Dude man… you forgot the other thing that is TBA tonight!

CHET WHETTLESON: What’s that? My hotline exclusive with the winners after the show?

WARREN: NO DUDE! The announcement of the commissioner poll on REBEL.com!

REX CALIBER: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TELL ME THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!

WARREN: Well, Rex.. you ain’t the commish. Someone just got a new job, and now I can just shop at Circle K, instead of work there… cause dudes and dudettes,
I’M LIKE IN CHARGE!

The crowd goes crazy as Rex and Chet look flabbergasted. Warren in charge? OH NO!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is for the Number One Contender’s Trophy and is scheduled for one fall and is to be contested under
‘Censorship Rules’.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock blares throughout the arena here in Spartanburg and the fans are on their feet. Chad Kurtis bursts through the curtain, posing at the
top of the aisle for the time being.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, he hails from Paducah, Kentucky. Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds. ‘THE SHOW’ CHAD KURTIS!

And ‘The True Prime Time Player’ Chad Kurtis is on his way down the aisle, slapping hands with all the fans along the way before rolling into the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Hailing from Villahermosa in Tobasco, Mexico. He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and forty-five pounds. EL REY DE CORIZONES!
“Baila Cassanova” begins to play as El Rey de Corizones and his valet Montaña Rose come through the curtains. They walk down the aisle, with Rey high-fiving
the crowd along the way before entering the ring. Once in the ring, the two men meet in the center of the ring, they shake hands and the ref calls for
the bell.

CHET WHETTLESON: This promises to be an entertaining contest, I’m sure. I could almost guarantee that this will be the best contest you will see tonight.
Guaranteed!

And this match is underway as both competitors circle the ring, tentatively reaching in for a collar and elbow tie-up before backing away. A small chant
in favor of Chad Kurtis starts up; one for El Rey de Corizones to begin as well. Ah, here we go. Collar and elbow tie-up to start this one off and it’s
‘El Rey’, El Rey de Corizones who gains the upper hand with a quick arm wringer – countered with a single leg takedown by Kurtis! And the Kentucky native
drops down to lock in a headlock for good measure. El Rey tries to break the hold with a head scissors – and succeeds as both men jump back to their feet
to square off. And get cheered by the crowd.

CHET WHETTLESON: I told you – didn’t I tell you, Rex?

REX CALIBER: Shut up, Chet.

Kurtis is angling for another collar and elbow tie up, to which El Rey accepts and both men lock up once more. This time it’s Chad who gets the advantage,
going for another headlock. He’s got it locked in, but de Corizones manages to push him away and against the ropes. Shoulder block by El Rey, and Kurtis
goes to ground. El Rey rebounds off the ropes himself – who is leapfrogged by his opponent. El Rey stops running, instead turning round into a stiff right
hand. But Kurtis doesn’t follow up, instead opting to go against the ropes himself – and he finds himself being leapfrogged by El Rey, rebounds back and
Kurtis is hit by a dropkick!

It doesn’t take long for either man to get back to his feet, but El Rey gains the advantage as he sends his opponent towards the corner with an Irish whip
– only to have it reversed. The big man tries to float over the top, and would have if Kurtis wasn’t charging in – SUPERKICK! Landing it straight on the
jaw of his turning opponent, and El Rey drops to the mat. Chad hooks a leg as he looks for the early cover. But barely gets a two count. He’s not going
to complain too much though. Instead he’s going to lift his opponent back to his feet and place him in the corner, the perfect place for some knife edge
chops!

CHET WHETTLESON: Woo!

REX CALIBER: That’s nothing, I once chopped a man so hard, his dad got a bruise on his chest.

Kurtis is unloading with a series of chops, bringing up some fresh marks on the chest of El cialis and nitroglycerin Rey; until Jimmy Johnson reminds him that this isn’t REBEL Rules.
Kurtis backs off a moment, only to go right back – and he’s thrown into the corner. And it’s El Rey who’s unloading with a punching combo that would make
Julio Cesar Chavez proud! He finishes with a forearm uppercut and Kurtis feels the full impact of it as it sends him tumbling over the top rope.

CHET WHETTLESON: El Rey needs to pay attention, because Chad Kurtis is still on the apron.

Indeed he is, Chet, but El Rey has him scouted – DROPKICK! And Kurtis goes all the way down to ringside this time, barely having time to get back to his
feet – TOPE PLANCHA! El Rey over the top rope with a plancha, and he just took ‘The Show’ out!

“HOLY $***”

The crowd gasp as the two-hundred and forty plus pounder just flew through the air! And the only man who’s not in shock is Jimmy Johnson as he starts the
count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Ah, they’re stirring on the outside. Both men are back to their vertical bases as El Rey guides his opponent via a grip around the back of the head towards
the guard rail, whereupon Chad Kurtis eats metal.

FIVE!

SIX!

But El Rey rolls in and out of the ring to break the count, only to be met by a boot to the gut. And Chad leaps up onto the guard rail – MOONSAULT! The
crowd are on their feet again as Kurtis lifts his opponent back up before rolling him into the ring. He follows him in, but El Rey is back on his feet,
if only for a moment as he’s taken down by a quick snap suplex. Chad Kurtis has, however, kept hold as he brings El Rey back up for a second snap suplex.
And repeated for a third one. Chad pops back up to his feet as he bounces off the ropes once again; coming back with a dropkick, right to the lower back
of his opponent. And now he’s going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRNOOOO!

CHET WHETTLESON: Just a two-count there, Rex.

REX CALIBER: I can see that. And if Chad Kurtis thinks he can put anyone away that quickly, he’s a bigger idiot than I thought he was.

CHET WHETTLESON: This match seems to be taking it’s toll on both men. It’s been very physical so far.

El Rey tries to get back to his feet as Chad Kurtis begins to lay the boots in. Several stomps to the lower back – NO – shot to the midsection by El Rey!
And another! He’s fighting back and has his opponent on the back foot. Quebrada by the big man as Kurtis is dropped to the mat. LIONSAULT! Out of nowhere
by El Rey de Corizones and Jimmy Johnson goes to count the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOOOO!

Kurtis kicks out, but it only takes a moment before he’s being dragged back to his feet as the big man, El Rey, lifts ‘The Show’ up across his shoulders
for the Argentine backbreaker rack. Chad tries desperately to reach the ropes – but he can’t! So he’s forced to find the hard way out. Jimmy Johnson is
in position, asking Chad if he quits, but…

CHET WHETTLESON: He’s ‘The Show’, the ‘True PTPer’, he’s not going to tap out!

Well said, Chet. El Rey is ambling around the ring with his opponent on his shoulders, keeping this hold locked in – ROPEBREAK! El Rey wandered too close
to the rope and he’s being forced to break the hold, which he does. But he’s angry at himself for that one. Chad Kurtis is struggling to get back up, using
the ropes to do so as he finds himself on the receiving end of some boots to the gut. An Irish whip by El Rey sends Kurtis across the ring as he comes
back right into a big boot to the chest. He staggers back, dropping down to one knee as El Rey goes against the ropes, and he connects with a running knee
to the side of the head! Cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOO!

Kurtis gets the shoulder up!

El Rey, once again, drags his opponent back to his feet before applying an arm wringer. And he’s climbing to the top rope, looking for that super elbow
drop – NO! CROTCHED ON THE TOP ROPE! Kurtis, somehow, managed to get a foot up to kick the rope and El Rey de Corizones is stranded high and dry with the
top rope between his legs. Chad takes a moment to gather his thoughts before running at his opponent, SPRINGBOARD ENZIGURI! A swift kick to the back of
the head and El Rey de Corizones tumbles back into the ring. He’s feeling the effects of that bump as Chad connects with a boot to the gut – CK FINALE!
OUT OF NOWHERE! He hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS CUP HOLDER, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

REX CALIBER: Well the kid has a ticket to a title shot, now just wondering if he will squander it like he did his title reigns.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following is an “I Quit” match. The first man to make his opponent say the words “I Quit” will be declared the winner. Introducing first,
from New York City, New York. Weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds…PATRICK BICKLE!

“Well I got SHOT! Right in the BAAAACK!” Broken Social Scene starts playing and Patrick Bickle, two-time former NAPW Champion, walks down to the ring in
a no-nonsense manner. The crowd gives him a decent cheer, and he seems amused by it, if not excited.

REX CALIBER: We got Patrick Bickle in REBEL Pro tonight, folks. The man’s a Froot Loop, sure, but he gets the job done by putting himself in harm’s way
every chance he gets.

The music changes to Tool’s “Jambi”, and the crowd goes from respectful cheering to near-HYSTERIA.

CHET WHETTLESON: The fans seem to like him, all right, but they just LOVE this guy…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds…MANNY X!

Manny steps out, a small black bag slung over his shoulder. The fans are cheering, screaming, reaching out to give Manny a high-five. But he’s not seeing
them. He stands in front of the curtain, eyes burning, staring right at Patrick Bickle. Then, he marches down to the ring as fast as he can, almost looking
like he’s puffing smoke.

CHET WHETTLESON: Manny X…well, there’s no better way to put it. Manny looks like he’s going to try to kill someone tonight. And unfortunately for Patrick
Bickle, he’s the only guy in the ring.

REX CALIBER: You don’t know Bickle. The guy doesn’t know the meaning of quit, and he’d cut himself open on a hockey skate if it would win him a match. Don’t
count out Bicks yet, Chester.

CHET WHETTLESON: Please don’t call me that.

Both competitors in the middle of the ring now, Manny having hung his bag on the turnbuckle in his corner. Bickle extends his hand, Manny grits his teeth
but grips it firmly and gives it one solid shake. Then, the bell rings and it’s on like Michelle Kwan! Manny X and Bickle lock up, Manny X using his extra
fifty-seven pounds to his advantage, pushing Bickle down, Bickle struggles against him but it’s no use–Bickle rears back with a head-butt on Manny X!
REX CALIBER: Bickle’s making his mark REBEL-style!

Manny X snaps his head back, stunned, and loosens his grip a little, allowing Bickle to wriggle through. Bickle slips down between his legs and grabs on,
throwing Manny face-down on the mat. Bickle tries to lock in the single-leg crab, but Manny X kicks him off and Bickle bounces off the far turnbuckle and
lands on his back. Manny X quickly follows up with a running dropkick to the face, which knocks Bickle out of the ring entirely. Manny gets to his feet,
hits a cartwheel–

REX CALIBER: Hello You Mother Fucker!

CHET WHETTLESON: There’s no need for that, Rex!

REX CALIBER: That’s the name of the move!

Manny’s suicide plancha over the top rope just as Bickle’s getting to his feet…MISSES! Bickle scouted him out, and dove out of the way just in the nick
of time! Manny eats barricade! And now Bickle’s up, nailing Manny with a falling elbow from the barricade, then lifting him up and whipping him into the
ring stairs! Manny’s bleeding from the forehead, and Bickle whips him back into the ring. Bickle climbs up onto the turnbuckle, going for the Freefall,
but Manny X is up on his feet and knocks Bickle’s feet out from under him! Bickle collapses on the mat, and now Manny’s opening his little satchel and
empties the contents on the ground.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wooden rolling pin, box grater, pizza cutter…looks like Manny’s opening a pizza joint!

REX CALIBER: He’ll beat you in thirty minutes or it’s free!

Manny X clubs Bickle over the back of the head with the rolling pin, and he collapses back to the mat. Then, he picks up the pizza cutter. Oh Jesus. Manny
X with a pizza cutter to the back of Patrick Bickle! Bickle is in AGONY, trying to fight Manny X off, but the man’s so much bigger than him he just pulls
dead weight and keeps on slicing. Bickle’s back is covered in a bloody grid and Manny X turns him over, pushing the cutter down towards Bickle’s neck.
“Say it!” shouts Manny, but Bickle grits his teeth and tries to hold the circular blade from his neck. “Say it!” Manny shouts again, but Bickle shakes
his head again, and he knocks the pizza cutter away from Manny X, giving his arm a nasty gash in the process. Manny has his hands around Bickle’s neck,
choking him, as Bickle’s hands are flailing. “SAY IT!” he screams again. “SAY I–”

Patrick Bickle hits Manny X in the face. Hard. WITH THE CHEESE GRATER. Manny X rolls off Bickle, covering his face in his hands, and Bickle scrambles to
the top rope again. Here it goes, Freefall…

Misses! It’s Manny X’s turn to play possum, and he rolls out of the way just in time! Bickle hits the mat shoulder-first with a sickening thud, and Manny
X is on his feet. His face is torn and bloody, but he sees his opponent at his feet, hurting. And like any predator, he jumps at the opportunity. He locks
in the crossface. Bickle grits his teeth, trying not to give up, trying to ignore the pain in his bloody arm, his bruised shoulder. But ultimately, he’s
unable to. “I QUIT!” Bickle shouts. The bell rings.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! MANNY X!

Manny X has his hand lifted in the middle of the ring; the crowd is cheering him even louder, and only now does he pay attention to their cheers and flash
them a quick, but meaningful smile. He turns around and Patrick Bickle’s standing behind him in the ring, holding his hurt shoulder. The two men stare
at each other, but then Bickle extends his hand. Manny X takes it, and then lifts Bickle’s (not-injured) arm into the air as well. The crowd goes nuts.
REX CALIBER: Manny X may have been the winner but the REBEL fans are applauding Patrick Bickle for one hell of a hard-fought match.

CHET WHETTLESON: DID YOU SEE THAT? MANNY X TOOK A FUCKING CHEESE GRATER TO THE generic-cialisonlinerxno.com FACE!

REX CALIBER: He don’t look like Sexy Rexy anyways, so it won’t hurt him that bad!

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Jenny Jersey stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd gets quiet…

JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE and for the REBEL Carolinas Championship! Introducing first! Weighing in at two-hundred and
seventy two pounds, from Richmond, Virginia! He is the REBEL-Pro Carolinas Champion…MARK KINGSTON!

Nonpoints “Bullet With A Name” starts booming through the speakers and Mark Kingston comes out to a a screaming crowd. The Carolinas title is draped over
his shoulder and he makes his way to the ring, slapping a few hands on his way.

JENNY JERSEY: And the challenger, from Napier, New Zealand. Weighing in tonight at one-hundred and eighty pounds…LINK VAN HAGGARD!

”Super Trooper” by Abba starts to play and Link comes out from the back. Instantly the crowd starts to boo and Link just soaks it up. He then rushes the
ring and Kingston stands tall, nearly twice the size of Link Van Haggard. They get nose to nose and Kingston raises his title. Alan Stone pushes the two
apart and sends them to their respectful corners.

The bell rings and Link Van Haggard and Mark Kingston quickly end up in a collar elbow tie-up. Mark easily overpowers Link and sends him flying into the
corner. Kingston rushes and lands a corner clothesline on Haggard which drops him to the mat. Mark Kingston wants to finish this one early and lifts Haggard
up. Kingston hits the ropes and RICHMO- Van Haggard quickly jumps out of the way and dives out of the ring. Kingston was determined to end this before
it even started. Link climbs back into the ring and the two tie up once more. Link drops to the mat and Low Blow! Kingston drops to his knees and Link
hits the ropes…Dropkick to the back of Kingstons head. Link is trying to take control of this match. He drags Kingston to the apron and places him so
that his upper body is hanging outside of the ring. Link grabs hold of the ropes and KENTA KNEE right onto the ranking of canadian pharmacy schools spine of Mark Kingston!

REX CALIBER: What a knee shot from Link!

Kingston falls to the outside and holds his back in pain. Link starts to search under the ring and quickly slides out a table. He drags it over to the guard
rail and sets it up so that its being held up by the apron and the guard rail. Link walks over to Kingston and CLOTHESLINE out of nowhere! Kingston lays
Haggard out! He then lifts him up with one hand and drags him over to the table Link just set up. He’s setting up for a powerbomb! He lifts him up and
Haggard with a thumb to the eye! Kingston lets go of Haggard and tends to his eye. This gives Haggard a chance to get to his feet. Kingston turns around
and Link nails him with a hard right. Kingston shakes it off and plants Link with a hard left that causes him to stumble backward into the table. Kingston
senses an opportunity and rushes Haggard, driving a knee into his gut and quickly grabbing him in gut wrench position. The crowd knows what’s about to
happen and GUT WRENCH POWERBOMB through the table! Haggard is down! Kingston drops to the cover and this match may be over before it even started!

One!

Two!

CHET WHETTLESON: He may have him!

Thr-Link kicks out! Kingston seems a bit surprised and starts to check the ring for a weapon. He pulls out a chair and Link is starting to come back to
life. Kingston takes a moment to think about what he’s going to do next and just as Link gets to his feet…STEEL CHAIR to the head! The chair forms around
Links head and he collapses. The crowd is going wild and Kingston doesn’t go for a pin. He grabs hold of Link and starts to drag him toward the front of
the ring. He checks under the ring once again and slides out a table. He sets it up diagonal against the guard rail. He lifts Link up and gets a knee to
the ribs for his effort and DDT onto the concrete! Kingston falls limp and Haggard may of taken control of this match. Link climbs into the ring and Kingston
seems to be coming around. Kingston gets to one knee and Link hits the ropes… Springboard cross body! Haggard collides with Kingston and and quickly
bounces up to his feet. The crowd is booing, Kingston is slowly getting up and Link Van Haggard gives him a hard kick to the ribs. He then lifts him up
and leans him onto the table. Link runs to the opposite side and hops onto the railing…The crowd is yelling and Kingston to move and Link runs and FLYING
SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE! Link with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: He almost had him.

Link is in shock. The crowd is going wild! He grabs Kingston and drags him toward the entrance. He puts a few boots into his face and keeps dragging him..
They reach the curtain and Link lifts Kingston to his feet. Kingston with the thumb to the eye! He needs to regain control and he lays Haggard out with
a hard right. Kingston then grabs and throws him through the curtain, causing the metal frame to fall over onto Haggard. Link starts to crawl away and
Kingston hits him with a boot to the head. Kingston then walks over to the guard rail and grabs a chair from one of the fans. Link is on his hands and
knees and…STEEL CHAIR! Link falls back to the ground and Kingston can smell victory. He stands over Haggard and then locks in THE KINGSTON CLUTCH! There
are no rope breaks for Haggard! He has nowhere to go! This has to be it! Haggard is screaming! He’s struggling to stay in this! He’s going to tap! Kingston
is applying pressure!

LINK WITH A LOW BLOW! KINGSTON LETS GO!

CHET WHETTLESON: Ouch.

Kingston falls to the ground and Link gets to his feet, the Kingston Clutch obviously hurt him. Link climbs onto the guard rail again and BULLET THE BLUE
SKY! NOBODY HOME! KINGSTON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Kingston is pissed! He grabs a handful of Links hair and starts to drag him to the back. They make it
to the entrance of the Auditorium and Kingston slams Links face into the floor. Link rolls around, holding his face. Kingston starts to hit him with a
couple boots to the head and picks him up again only to take him down with a Triple Rib Breaker. Link is being torn apart! Kingston with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP? Kingston is in shock! He takes a few steps back and waits for Link to get to his feet…BIG BOOT! DODGED! Kingston hits the wall! Link with
the roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! Link has had enough! He kicks Kingston right in the jaw and walks out the front door! Kingston is getting angrier and rushes him! He opens the
door and SUPERKICK by Link! Kingston was caught off guard and is nearly decapitated! Link lifts up the dazed Kingston and PIN ‘EM, WIN ‘EM!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICKOUT!

Link hits the floor in anger and starts to lift Kingston up…Elbow to the gut! Link lets go of Kingston and Kingston makes it to his feet. Hard right by
Kingston sends Link stumbling out onto the street. Kingston rushes and gives him a knee to the gut. Kingston drives his elbow into the back of Haggards
head…100 PROOF! Sitout Wheelbarrow Facebuster on the street! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! Link somehow breaks the pin! Traffic is starting to
be interrupted and cars are starting to honk. Kingston looks over at a nearby driver who gives him the finger for holding traffic. Kingston then lifts
a limp Van Haggard and sends him FLYING into the his windshield! The windshield shatters and Link falls right onto the mans lap. Kingston then climbs onto
his hood and pulls Link out by his hair. He lifts him up and LINK WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER OFF THE CAR! Both men are lying on the street! Breathing
heavily and the ref has no choice but to start counting for a knock out!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Cars are starting to honk more and a few people are getting irate. One guy even tried to attack the guys but security managed to stop him.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Link is starting to come back to life! Kingston is hardly moving!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Kingston somehow starts coming back to life and is almost to one knee.

NINE!

Link makes it to his feet! Kingston is on one knee!

CHET WHETTLESON: I’M SPEECHLESS!

REX CALIBER: I once wrestled a female midget naked! But never in the street!

SHINING WIZARD! and Kingston is knocked right back down! Link with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! WAIT!

The Alan Stone is arguing with an angry driver! Link looks at the Alan Stone and now he is arguing with the driver! Kingston is back on his feet and notices
that Link isn’t paying attention! ELBOW to the back of the head! Kingston grabs a hold of Links hair and drags him across the street! Irish whip into a
mail box! Link crashes into it and it topples over. Kingston grabs hold of Link and POWERBOMB ONTO THE MAILBOX! Kingston with the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!
FOUR! FIVE! It would help if there was a referee! SIX! SEVEN! The referee finally comes back from the argument! ONE! Kickout! Kingston is pissed! He grabs
hold of Link and throws him into a nearby payphone. He grabs hold of the phone and starts to bash Link over the head. It busts him open and blood starts
to gush. Kingston then grabs hold of cord and wraps it around Links throat. Link starts to gasp for air. Kingston repeatedly sends fists into Links gash.
Link is struggling to breath! WAIT! Kingston applied too much pressure and the pay phone cord snapped! Link falls to the ground and tries to catch his
breath. Kingston takes the remaining cord and wraps it around Links neck again! LINK WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW! Link knows it is the only way to temporarily
stop Kingston and loves using it. Link crawls away from Kingston and regains his composure. He wipes the blood out of his eyes with his shirt and begins
to walk back toward Kingston. He picks up the payphone that is drenched in his own blood and WHAM! He smashes the phone onto the skull of Kingston. AND
AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND IT BREAKS IN TWO! Link grabs what seems to have the sharpest and and DRIVES it into Kingstons skull. Kingston is gushing!
Link is just DIGGING into Kingston’s head! And now the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: SHOULDER UP?

Kingston doesn’t want to lose! Somehow he got his shoulder up and Link wants to finish this! He smashes the phone against Kingstons head once again and
climbs onto the payphone! MOONSAULT! CONNECTS WITH KNEES! Link bounces off Kingstons knees and cries out in pain. Kingston is calling for it! He lifts
Link up and grabs a hold of his head…HE SMASHES IT INTO THE WINDOW OF…A KRISPY KREME STORE! The window doesn’t break however…SO KINGSTON DRIVES HIS
HEAD INTO IT AGAIN! The manager of the store runs out and is yelling! Kingston has had enough of this! Link is leaning onto the window! Kingston… THE
RICHMOND LARIAT THROUGH THE WINDOW! The manager starts to scream and yell! Kingston and Link are out! Kingston slowly raises his arm and lays it over Links
chest!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

NO!

LINK GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!

REX CALIBER: Tough call for the kid.

CHET WHETTLESON: I know, so close, yet so far!

Kingston starts to yell. Kingston is struggling to get up and Link may not even know he broke out. Kingston is using his surroundings to pull himself up.
Link has rolled onto his stomach and is trying to push himself up to his feet. Kingston is back up and Link has barely lifted off the ground…Until Kingston
grabs hold of his shirt and lifts him up with one hand. Kingston grabs hold of Links face and starts yelling. “WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!?” and
with that he throws him over the counter causing him to crash into the doughnuts. Kingston follows closely and both men are behind the counter. Kingston
is lifting Link back to his feet and DOUGHNUT IN THE EYE! Kingston lets Link go and starts yelling! His eye is starting to burn and he’s searching for
a sink! He jumps the counter makes a run for the bathroom sink. Link sees an opportunity and quickly follows him. He opens the bathroom door and Kingston
is trying to rinse out his eye…LINK WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK! It causes Kingston to hit his forehead on the faucet, further busting him open. Kingston
lets out a painful scream and Link throws him face first into the mirror. It instantly shatters, Kingston getting covered in glass shards. Link takes off
his shit and wraps it around the base of one of the shards. He then grabs hold of Kingston’s head and DIGS the shard into his head. Kingston starts to
scream and blood starts to flow in insane amounts. Kingston out of instinct sends an elbow into Links gut which causes him to drop the shard. Kingston
then grabs hold of Link and throws him through one of the bathroom stalls. He starts to throw fist after first, each of them connecting with Links face.
He then starts to drag him to the bathroom door and Link with a chop block! Kingston falls to one knee and ENZIGURI! Kingston falls flat on his face! Kingston
though, off of pure adrenaline manages to quickly bounce up. Link darts out the bathroom and Kingston follows. They both make it back to the store where
the manager is still yelling. Link is being chased by Kingston and SUPERKICK! KINGSTON CATCHES IT! LINK WITH A MODIFIED ENZIGURI! Kingston starts to stumble
and Link hops onto the counter! Jumping Hurricanrana! Kingston refuses to let him! He has him up in powerbomb position and starts running toward the non-destroyed
front window…RUNNING POWER- HURRICANRANA THROUGH THE WINDOW! Kingston is laying on the outside motionless! Link is still inside the shop! He slowly climbs
outside and the Alan Stone is checking on Kingston… Link may win this! But where is he going!? Link walks away, through the alley on the side of the
shop! Kingston is laying there motionless and Link is gone! WAIT! ON THE ROOF OF THE STORE! LINK VAN HAGGARD! NO!!

CHET WHETTLESON: THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY!

BULLET THE BLUE SKY OFF THE ROOF!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Link Van Haggard is wins! He’s laying there motionless next to Kingston. The referee helps him up and raises his hand. Kingston hasn’t moved in a couple
of minutes and Link slowly starts walking back to the auditorium.

CHET WHETTLESON: You think we will get sued?

REX CALIBER: We

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JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, and NEW REBEL PRO CAROLINAS CHAMPION, LINK VAN HAGGARD!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is set for one fall, and is a TENNESSEE CHAIN MATCH!

“Battleflag (Lo-Fidelity All Stars Remix)” by Pigeonhed and outcomes the smirking Donovan Astros, who.. isn’t dressed to wrestle. He enters the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from..

Astros stops Jenny Jersey in the middle of her announcement and rips the microphone from her hands!

DONOVAN ASTROS: Now, folks, I know you were expecting someone to come out here, take a steel chain, and beat me from pillar to post with it, and you guys
were gonna get all excited and hoop and holler about it, but it’s just too damned bad for you, because the Celtic Assassins just won’t be here tonight.
You see, it’s come to my attention that the Assassins have had some… mechanical issues with their rental car out on I-85. Seems they got a flat tire
and just didn’t learn how to change it over in Scotland or Ireland or Greenland or wherever the hell they came from!

So referee, do your God damned job, raise my hand and declare me the winner by forfeit!

Jimmy Johnson calls for the bell, he starts a ten count… and then its over. No Celts. Astros has his hand.

CHET WHETTLESON: What happened to the Assassins? Wonder how Astros knew?

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JENNY JERSEY: This is a LAST TEAM STANDING match! The first team to survive a ten count wins!

“Alone! Alone! ALONE!”

The crowd starts to boo as Dio Muerte and Jeff James walk out, carrying between them a large equipment bag.

JENNY JERSEY: From Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at a combined four hundred and thirty three pounds! DIO MUERTE and JEFF JAMES!

CHET WHETTLESON: Last week, Jeff James came back and helped Dio win his scaffold match against Mark Kingston.

REX CALIBER: He wasn’t much help. He fell twenty-five feet off of the scaffold!

CHET WHETTLESON: We’ll see how well he does tonight after last week’s fall. This is Dio and Jeff’s challenge, and they intend to put the tag team division
on notice! They want to climb to the top of the tag ladder, and their first obstacle is the team they face here tonight!

As blistering rap pounds through the speakers, out walk Jonothan and Matthew Kurtis, accompanied by Mandy. The boos from the REBEL fans start up once more.
JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents! From the state of Kentucky! The American Nightmare! The Bluegrass Heartthrob! They weigh a combined five hundred and
sixteen pounds! They are the BLUEGRASS MAFIA, VERSION 2.0!

The brothers are sporting a pair of their own shirts, which say “Blood Flows Thicker… With the Bluegrass Mafia”

CHET WHETTLESON: Those shirts are available on the website, folks!

Before they get to the ring, Dio and Jeff are sliding out of the ring to meet them. With punches to the head! REBEL ref Alan Stone looks on as the four
men brawl outside of the ring.

CHET WHETTLESON: Rex, what’s the point of the ref in a match like this? There’s no rules, right?

REX CALIBER: Stone’s job is to count to ten and make sure the eliminated men go to the back. That’s it. There’s no pinfalls, no submission wins. It’s all
about keeping your opponent down for a ten count.

Dio Muerte and Jon Kurtis are trading punches, while Matt Kurtis takes the smaller Jeff James and throws him into the ring barricade. James winces in pain,
as his injured back takes the brunt of the pain. Matt Kurtis runs, and it’s a big boot to the face of Jeff! Jeff sags against the barricade. Jon Kurtis
gives Dio a European uppercut, and sets him up against the ring apron. Dio will not let go of Jon, though, and throws a double-arm hammer into the stomach
of the youngest Kurtis. And it’s a slam onto the ring steps! Dio raises his arms as the fans around him jeer. Clubbing blow by Matthew Kurtis into the
unaware Dio! Matt throws Muerte into the ring, and for the first time this match, some action takes place in between the ropes. Dio is thrown to the ropes
and comes back only to be whipped around in a spinning side slam. Jon Kurtis climbs the ropes, and motions to his bigger brother. Jon is gorilla pressed
onto the body of Dio Muerte as the audience groans in sympathy.

REX CALIBER: A Bluegrass Mafia trademark! The Missile Launcher!

Matt shouts as Alan Stone to start counting Dio out. One! Two! Thr- Matt picks up Dio Muerte, shaking his finger. He’s not going to let it stop here. From
behind, Jeff James throws a chop block to the knee of Matt, and the big man goes down. Dio rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Jeff James lays the
boots to the leg of the elder Kurtis. Dio rolls back in only to take a lariat from Jon Kurtis over the top rope! Dio’s on the ground, and Jon steps outside
the ropes. He hops onto the second rope, and flies backwards with a moonsault onto Muerte. The crowd cheers at the masterwork of that move. Jeff looks
up from his dismantling of Matt’s leg, and notices Jon standing over the body of his teammate. He runs towards the ropes and jumps backwards over the top
rope, knocking Jon Kurtis onto the ground.

REX CALIBER: Dick Fosbury couldn’t have done that better himself! A Textbook Air James!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chants the South Carolina crowd. James, Dio and Jon are all out on the floor, and Matt’s massaging his leg inside the ring. Alan
Stone doesn’t know where to turn! Matt pulls himself up by the ropes, just as James stands up and dusts himself off. Matt Kurtis grabs the head of Jeff
and starts lifting, pulling him up and over the top rope. Powerbomb into the middle of the ring! Stone starts the count as Matthew Kurtis sneers at how
easy it was to ragdoll Jeff James. One! Two! On the outside of the ring, Dio and Jon are both stirring. Five! Six! Jeff James manages to roll over, and
Alan Stone stops his count. Matt mutters “You should have stayed down, kid.” He then grips James and hurls him into the corner. He starts choking James.
Dio Muerte stands up and goes to the equipment bag. He unzips it canadian pharmacy relpax and pulls out his trademark bat. He kisses it and then sidles over to where Matt Kurtis
is choking the life out of Dio’s partner. Bam! Bat to the face to Matt Kurtis knocks him off of James and staggers him. Dio Muerte waves his bat around
and shouts “Don’t (BLEEP) with Dio Muerte!” Here comes Jon Kurtis, running along the barricade! He leaps at Dio Muerte with a corkscrew plancha, but out
of nowhere, from the top rope, Jeff James flies at Kurtis! MIDAIR COLLISION SUPERKICK! The crowd goes bananas! Dio Muerte breathes a sigh of relief and
climbs into the ring. CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Matt Kurtis is up and he’s livid! A cut above his eye is spurting blood. But he climbs out of the ring and
grabs Jeff James. Spinebuster onto the floor! “COUNT IT, REF!” Alan Stone slides under the bottom rope and starts to count James out. One! Two! Three!
Matt Kurtis goes to Jon and shakes him lightly. “Brother? You okay?” Four! Five! Six! Jon wakes up and weakly gives Matthew a thumbs up. And Matthew turns
his attention to the man inside the ring, Dio Muerte. The man who split him open. Eight! Nine! Matthew ignores Jeff James, and climbs back into the ring.
Ten!

JENNY JERSEY: Jeff James has been eliminated from the match!

CHET WHETTLESON: And it’s down to Dio Muerte against both Kurtis Boys!

REX CALIBER: And right now, the bigger Kurtis is looking for revenge!

Matt Kurtis picks up Dio and pushes him into the corner. He then turns around and steps back to get some momentum for a Yakuza kick. SMACK! Quick shuffle
sidekick by Muerte drops Matthew Kurtis. Alan Stone is there to start a count. One! Two! Muerte isn’t taking things lightly, and slides out of the ring
to shuffle through that bag of his. And he brings out… a brick? My god! Five. Six. Matthew stirs and sits up, breaking Stone’s count. Muerte slides the
brick into the ring, and climbs back i- Jon Kurtis from behind with a backcracker! Dio writhes on the ground in pain! Jon Kurtis climbs the steps and delivers
a moonsault right onto the knees of Muerte. Dio gets back into the ring, however slowly, and goes for the brick. Matthew Kurtis is right there, though,
and grabs the head of his opponent. He picks him up! Dio has the brick in his hands! Dio goes up, up, up! It’s a Bluegrass Bomb by the big man Kurtis and
Dio slams the brick into Matt’s head. DONK! Matthew Kurtis collapses with Dio on top of him. “Count! COUNT!” shouts Dio, and Alan Stone is right there.
One! Two! Three! Jon Kurtis is on the ring apron, and he’s resting on the ropes. Dio Murte stands looking down on Matthew, watching intently. Five! Six!
Matthew is stirring. Seven! Jon rushes into the ring and catches Stone off-guard. Muerte takes the opportunity to drop the brick on Matthew’s head once
more and Matthew lies still. The ref doesn’t see it! Dio knocks Jon in the back, shoving him into the corner. “NO! COUNT!” Stone resumes. Eight! Nine!
TEN!

JENNY JERSEY: Matthew Kurtis has been eliminated from the match!

CHET WHETTLESON: Big Matt is gone, but it was only because of a brick!

REX CALIBER: Hey, whatever gets the job done, Chet! That brick is famous now! You should sell it on the website!

Some trainers come down to the ring and ease Matthew out underneath the ropes. His forehead is wide open, and he wears a crimson mask. Dio Muerte grins
and turns his attention back to the only man left, The “Bluegrass Heartthrob” Jonothan Kurtis. Dio picks up Jon, and finally, he’s not worried about a
bigger man. Brainbuster! Stone’s there to start a count. One! Two! Three! Dio’s looking proud, as he could take both members of the Bluegrass Mafia out
in record time here. Five! Six! Kurtis gets up. Dio gets mad. Punch!Punch! “STAY DOWN, WILL YA?” Dio picks up Jonothan for a powerbomb, sitout style! Countered
by a hurricanrana. Now Jon has the upper hand. Jon climbs the turnbuckle, and it’s time for a 450 Splash! He hooks the leg, but Stone won’t count it.

REX CALIBER: You can’t win that way, Jon! No pinfalls, remember?

CHET WHETTLESON: I think he just figured that out.

Stone starts a count. One! Two! Three! Fo- Dio rolls over, getting to his knees. Jon picks his opponent up, and gets Dio’s head under his arm. It’s time
for a Heart Breaker! Jon starts to tornado, but Dio, through some force of will, manages to throw Jon over the top rope! “REBEL! REBEL!” shouts the crowd.
Jon is hurting here, but he’s not on his back. Dio climbs out of the ring after him, and knees him in the back. Dio mutters, and looks around the entranceway.
Something catches his eye.

CHET WHETTLESON: Not the merchandise table!

Dio clears all the shirts and REBEL DVDs off of it. He goes back and drags Jon. After he reaches the table, Jon’s shoved onto it. Dio signals for a Demortalizer,
flips Jon Kurtis into the air, but Kurtis reverses it yet again into another hurricanrana, taking them both off the table.

CHET WHETTLESON: Phew!

Jon Kurtis is gasping for air, but he musters his energy and lashes out with a superkick! It doesn’t connect, as Dio ducks out of the way and hoists Kurtis
on his shoulders. He walks out through the entranceway. Alan Stone runs after them.

REX CALIBER: Why isn’t there a cameraman around when we need one? There could be a ten count out there!

Just as the audience is getting restless, Dio appears with Jon on the second floor, overlooking the hall. He unhooks a flag rope beside him, and wraps it
around Jon Kurtis’ neck. He then pulls with all his might, hoisting Jon Kurtis above the crowd, gasping for air as he chokes. The crowd starts chanting
“LET HIM DOWN! LET HIM DOWN!” Dio Muerte apparently can’t hear them. “What? You want me to let him down? Okay.” He lets go of the rope.

And Jonothan Kurtis plummets down to the ground. Right. Through. The table. A silence falls over the crowd, but Dio Muerte grabs the collar of the ref,
and commands that he count.

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd starts booing. Some fans throw pop cans and water bottles at Dio Muerte.

Four!

Five!

Six!

Dio Muerte leans over the balcony, and leers at the unconscious Jon Kurtis.

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Alan Stone calls for the bell.

JENNY JERSEY: And your winners! Dio Muerte and Jeff James!

Dio laughs as trainers pull the youngest Kurtis out of the tables. The crowd starts shouting well wishes, and when Jon Kurtis manages to stand with the
help of trainers, they applaud.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is a Thirty Minute Iron Man match. The rules of this match are simple, the person who gets more points within thirty minutes wins.
Points being tap outs and pin fall counts. So lets get this match going. First off, from Manhattan, New York City. Weighing Two Hundred Ninety pounds and
stands an impressive Six feet, Seven inches. MURCIELAGO!

“Bring Da Ruckus” begins to blast through the speakers and out comes Murcielago to an array of boos. It doesn’t bother him at all, he’s set at proving a
point tonight, he’s set on winning this match, nothing can get in his way. Oh yeah, you can’t forget Enzo, right behind him with his crowbar. Murcielago
rolls into the ring and posts in the corner waiting for his opponent.

JENNY JERSEY: From Middletown, New Jersey. Standing at a chilling Six feet nine inches. Weighing in at Three Hundred Fifty pounds. KRENSHOV!

“Attack” begins to play on the speakers but get drowned out by the cheers. Then Krenshov gets drowned out by cheers as well. He smirks his way down the
ramps and stops at the ring. He looks at Murcielago in the eyes. “YOU CAN’T HURT ME! HAHA!” He gets into the ring, one leg over the top rope then the other,
and gets into his corner.

Dale McDonald runs for the bell. DING! DING! DING!

Both men in the center of the ring, they look at each other deeply, the hate building up inside of them. Krenshov has enough of this stare off, he swings
first, Murc blocks and swings back, blocked, Kenny head butts Murc, he stumbles into the ropes and comes back with an enormous right hand, Kenny stumbles
back, but it isn’t enough to take him down. Murc rushes back to the ropes and suicide Clotheslines Kenny out of the ring, they collide on the concrete.
Murc gets up first from the collision, he goes under the ring and brings out a chair, he begins to swing away on the opponent. Murc dents and folds the
chair up good, he tosses the scrap metal and stomps on Kenny’s head.

REX CALIBER: This kid is angry.

CHET WHETTLESON: Well no kidding buddy.

Murc goes back under the ring and brings out a trash can, he drops it, in hopes it crushes Kenny. Kenny moves out of the way with second to spare.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! That was close!

The Manhattan Madman goes to punch Kenny, it gets blocked, Kenny tosses Murc into the ring and slides in after him. Kenny has a trash can lid in his hand,
he folds the lid up like a burrito and takes a swing at Murc, he nearly takes his head off. Murc is down, Kenny begins to bash Murc’s head in with the
trash can. Kenny leaves Murc on the floor and moves towards one of the corners, he takes the padding off, all of them, and he reports back to Murc. He
goes to Irish Whip Murc into the corner, it’s gets reversed. Poor monster. Murc picks up a chair from the outside and enters the ring, Kenny is still in
the corner, he smacks the chair over Kenny’s head, backs up, rushes towards Kenny, places the chair in front of his chest. There’s now a sandwich, Kenny
plus chair, plus Murc.

REX CALIBER: I hate to eat one of those.

CHET WHETTLESON: It looks like Murcielago took some damage on that one too.

Murc favors his chest for a bit, unlike Kenny, he doesn’t have to worry about his back. Murc takes advantage of this, he pulls him off from the corner and
sends him into the ropes, Kenny returns to Murc and gets a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Murc sizes Kenny up, stalks his prey, watching him get to his knees,
Murc now rushes towards Kenny and takes a boot to the face. Even though Kenny didn’t take the boot, it still did some damage to him. He holds his back
again. generic cialis online Kenny roles out of the ring and brings out a barbed wire two by four, he enters the ring and takes a swing at Murc’s stomach, he gets all of it
in. He pulls out the plank and begins to scrub Murc’s face, slicing, tearing through flesh, allowing blood to flow freely from Murc’s face.

CHET WHETTLESON: It hurts me to watch this!

REX CALIBER: I’ve been through it before, that ain’t nothing!

Kenny begins to laugh, he enjoys every second of this, it’s a field day for this man. He tosses the bloodied two by four away and begins to punch Murc in
the face, faster and faster then locks in a front face lock onto the bloodied man, grabs hold of Murc’s jeans, he drives him down with a hard DDT to the
mat. The control is Kenny’s hand, he plans to keep it that way, bad back or not. Kenny leaves the ring to bring out a fresh chair, he enters the ring and
demands Murc to get up. “GET UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET UP!” He doesn’t even give Murc the chance to get up, he tosses the chair onto his face. The crowd
gasps, it’s a bit too far. “YOU THINK THIS IS BAD? I JUST STARTED!” He picks up the chair and gives it a swing, a miss, another swing, another miss, a
third swing, he’s out. Murc gets to his feet and spears Kenny into the mat, Murc begins to fire firsts into Kenny’s face, vicious. Murc gets up and looks
down, Kenny is a bloody mess, he taps his forehead for blood, his fingers are covered in the red fluid. Kenny is surprised, enraged, he isn’t used to this.
CHET WHETTLESON: We don’t see this often. The monster must be really angry now.

REX CALIBER: That’s nothing, I’ve fought bigger dudes than that, angrier dudes at that. Murc should be able to chomp him down.

Kenny sits up and Murc boots him down. “YOU’RE NOTHING! YOU AIN’T SHIT KRENSHOV!” A kick to the rib, then kicks to the back, he puts so much work to the
back, jumping with his stomps. Murc sends Kenny to a corner, he splashes, crushes him, sends him to another corner, repeats the steps again, then again
and again. Murc stalks Kenny again, hopefully he’s successful this time. Kenny gets to his feet and gets brought back to the floor with a Forearm Smash.
Murc looks down at Kenny, Murc taps his temple, showing that he has him. Kenny whips his right arm out and grabs a hold of Murc’s neck. Kenny sits up,
Kane fashion, hand still wrapped around the man’s neck. Now making it to his knees finally on his feet, he never freed Murc once. Kenny Chokeslams Murc
into the mat hard, but his back causes Kenny fall to his knees. Murc roles out of the ring to breathe, Kenny slides out right after him. He brings Murc
to his feet, they begin to exchange rights and lefts, then an eye poke by Murc, then he charges Kenny back first into the ring apron. Then a shoulder thrust,
another shoulder thrust, he goes for the at trick, but Kenny bites the pain and Double Ax Handle’s his way out. Murc backs up, but returns into a right
hand by Kenny, then a left by Kenny, a right, a left, the combos rain on Murc’s face, then a Big Boot that knocks him over into the crowd. The crowd cheers,
touching on Murc’s back, Kenny comes over the guard rail, the crowd goes silent in fear, Kenny has a smile on his face, a sick, devious smile. Kenny grabs
hold of Murc by the hair and give him a chop, a chop that could be heard from anywhere in the arena. Then another chop, louder and thicker than the last.
CHET WHETTLESON: He’s gonna put him on cardiac arrest at this rate.

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing. I had that happen to me once, but the man’s hand was wrapped in barbed wire, I ate his chops.

Kenny goes for the third chop, Murc kicks Kenny’s leg sending him down to one knee. Murc grabs a fan’s glass Coke bottle, he drinks the soda and breaks
the bottle over Kenny’s head. Murc picks up a random glass shard and drags it in deep into Kenny’s head. Kenny is screaming, Kenny is screaming.

CHET WHETTLESON: WOW! Krenshov is screaming in pain.

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing–Wait, he’s screaming in pain? Holy shit.

Kenny’s had enough, he pushes Murc away, Murc picks up someone’s chair and tosses it into Kenny’s face. Karma’s a bitch. Murc keeps the chair on Kenny’s
face and stomps, a mean stomp. Murc brings Kenny to his feet and tosses him over the guard rail. He hops the rail and brings Kenny to his feet, again,
he slams Kenny’s face on the rail once, twice, third, fourth, Kenny stops him at there, he punches Murc in the gut and picks him up like a potato sac,
Murc rests on his shoulder, Kenny drops Murc stomach first onto the rail, the wind is knocked out of Murc. Kenny leaves him hung on the rail and goes out
to fish for weapons. He brings out a barbed wire chair, he takes a swing onto Murc’s, he misses, Murc sends a kick to Kenny’s gut, and then tosses him
into the ring, Murc follows with another chair. Kenny is already up and so is Murc, he tosses a chair Kenny’s way, Kenny catches, a swing, Murc ducks,
the chair hits the ropes, it returns, BLAP! Smacks Kenny upside the head, he stumbles into a school boy roll up.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Point one for Murc. The men get placed in their corners, taking their little break, drinking water. Enzo slides the crowbar in to Murc’s corner, Murc salutes
as a way of saying “Good looking out.” Kenny comes out of his corner and takes a crowbar to the gut, he hunches over. Murc runs to the ropes and fires
back with a knee to Kenny’s head. Murc grabs hold of Kenny’s head and drags him towards the bottom rope where he starts to grind Kenny’s face on the rigid
ropes, inflicting more pain to the gash in his forehead. Murc picks up a chair and begins to go to work on Kenny’s back, one chair shot after the next,
he goes wild. Another chair gets added to the scrap metal bin. Murc drags Kenny to the center of the ring and locks in a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Two – zip.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! Murcielago is on fire in this match!

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing, I’ve been actually on fire once, not a fond moment.

Back to the corner they return, resting for a little bit, drinking their water. They leave the corner and return to war. Kenny goes in for a grapple which
Murc dodges, and walks around Kenny and delivers a forearm to Kenny’s back, then a sleeper hold, Murc holds on tightly. Kenny isn’t going anywhere, Murc
hops on Kenny’s back, trying to take him down, Kenny holds his ground, even with his bad back. Kenny backs up into the corner with no padding, he drives
Murc hard, crunching him. Murc finally frees his hold, Kenny walks out of the corner and Murc falls to his knees. Kenny boots Murc in the face, then brings
the man to his feet, setting him up for the Fallaway Slam. Murc goes across the ring and lands on a barbed wire two-by-four.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! He landed back first onto the barbed wire two-by-four!

REX CALIBER: I know, we’re watching the same damn match!

Kenny rolls out of the ring and brings out a table, the crowd goes nutso. He sets the table up, then goes back under the ring for another table, he sets
it up next to the previous table. Then he returns, a third, sets it up on top of one of the tables. Kenny makes another trip to the under ring, maybe his
last, he places the fourth table on top of another table. The crowd watches in awe, they know something is about to happen. Kenny returns to the ring with
bad intentions. He places Murc on his feet and sets him up for a Suplex, he holds the body in the air.

CHET WHETTLESON: Such strength. Even with a bad back and all he’s still able to hold Murc in the air vertically.

REX CALIBER: That ain’t nothing. I’ve done a Horizontal Suplex once. It took so much out of me, but I did it. There’s only a few men in the world that can
pull it off.

THUD! Murcielago isn’t moving. Krenshov isn’t moving. They lay on the mat like Persian rugs freshly imported from Persia? Krenshov may of torqued his back
on that Suplex. Krenshov may of broke Murcielago’s back on that suplex. Wait, Krenshov is moving, he rolls to his knees, then finally to his feet, Murc
is still down, Kenny moves out of the ring and brings out a gloves and a yard of barbed wire. He returns to the ring and begins to whip Murc with the barbed
wire, leaving holes onto his back where the blood can pour like fountains. Kenny Krenshov doesn’t look like he wants to stop with his onslaught. Kenny
wraps the barbed wire around his fist and begins to scrape Murc’s face with the barbed wire, you can hear Murcielago scream out in pain, his feet spazzing
out on the mat trying to break free.

CHET WHETTLESON: Uh oh, there’s only ten minutes left, do you think Krenshov can turn this around?

REX CALIBER: Back in ninety-eight, I was in an iron man match, I was down by five points, out of no where I get ten pin fall counts in the last nine seconds.
Kenny gets up from the mat and goes for a fist drop, no body home. The barbs penetrate through the glove and do some damage to Kenny’s hand, causing him
to toss the glove from his hand so his bloodied hand can get some air. Kenny begins to shake his hand, making a closed fist then opening it, he’s ready
to go back to war. He walks over to Murcielago’s body and goes to bring him to his feet, Murcielago counters it into an eye poke, then an Irish Whip to
the corner, the corner without an padding. Murc picks up the glove with the barbed wire, he moves his hand in slowly, making sure he doesn’t do any damage
to it. He looks back at Kenny and rushes at him with a body splash, then he begins to hit Kenny with a series of chops with the barbed wire glove. Ouch.
Murcielago reduces Kenny’s chest to shreds, but he isn’t done. Murc stands on the second rope, he begins to pound on Kenny’s head. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! The punches anger Krenshov, he picks up Murcielago in a Powerbomb fashion, he carries Murc’s body to the ropes closest to
the stacks of the tables. Murc tries to punch his way out, it doesn’t work. Kenny drives Murcielago through the tables. The sound of the tables crunching
are never heard, the crowd drowned it out with their constant “OH SHIT!” Kenny holds on to his back for a second then rolls out of the ring to bring Murcielago
back in.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: Only seven minutes left in the match, this is definitely crunch time.

REX CALIBER: No shit, especially for Krenshov.

Two – One.

The men return to their corner for their short break, then they return back to battle. Krenshov and Murcielago go to tie up, they move each other around,
Murc ends this game with a European Uppercut then the Defcon 1.

CHET WHETTLESON: He just did the Defcon 1 and out of nowhere too!

The bloodied Murcielago picks up a chair, barbed wire chair and tosses it to Krenshov’s face. Murc picks the chair up again, he drops it, but not on Kenny’s
face, he lets it hit the mat, Murc then brings Krenshov to his feet, DEFCON 1 ON TO THE BARBED WIRE CHAIR! Murc roles Kenny over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Three – One.

CHET WHETTLESON: Oh boy, only five minutes left! I don’t like Kenny’s chances here.

REX CALIBER: Did I tell you about that time I got nine pin fall counts in ten seconds?

CHET WHETTLESON: I thought it was ten pin falls in nine seconds.

REX CALIBER: Nah, it was another match. I’ve wrestled over a dozen iron men matches.

Kenny is angry, rage steaming through his pours. He wipes the sweat off of his face, takes a look at his hand, covered in blood. Murc looks at him, laughs
“I DID THAT TO YOU, BITCH!” “FUCK YOU!” Kenny explodes on Murc with a Running Forearm Smash, he takes Murc’s head off, almost. Krenshov picks up the man,
he delivers a DDT, Murc looks like a pike in the dirt when he hits the ground. Kenny covers, One Two kick out. Covers again, One Two kick out. Another
cover with the legs this time. One, Two, kick out. “FUCK THIS SHIT!” Kenny gets up, stomps on Murc’s throat then takes that barbed wire chair from before,
he places it on Murc’s chest and stomps, stomps it deep. Krenshov removes the chair.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

CHET WHETTLESON: Four minutes left! Can Krenshov tie this?

Three – Two.

They drink their water, they leave their corners. Krenshov doesn’t even lock up, he takes his boot and shoves it into Murc’s stomach, Murc jumps up. Kenny
grabs hold of his head, Front Face Lock style, he picks him up in a Suplex formation.

CHET WHETTLESON: Wait, what’s he doing? Krenshov had never done this before. What in the world?

REX CALIBER: It’s called using your opponent’s finisher on them.

Yes, Krenshov hits Murcielago with the Drop Top. Kenny rolls him over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Three – Three.

CHET WHETTLESON: It’s tied, it’s tied! There’s only three minutes left, ONLY THREE MINUTES!

The men say fuck the break and return right back to war. They don’t even lock up, they pick up chairs, Kenny gets the short end of the stick, his has no
barbed wire. He takes a swing at Murc anyways, he misses, Murc ducks, moves around Kenny. Murc jabs his chair into Kenny’s gut, drops the chair, he grabs
Kenny in the Front Face Lock position, he grabs hold of his tights, he goes to lift, nothing. He goes to lift a second time, nothing, Kenny punches Murc
in the gut, and takes control of this bout, then he DDT’s Murc onto the barbed wire chair. A roll over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Three – Four.

CHET WHETTLESON: What a comeback! There’s only one minute left. Is it even possible for Murcielago to return? What do you think, Rex?

REX CALIBER: I did that shit once, he could probably do it if he digs down deep enough.

They do what they did the last break, Murc breaks out of the hold, he pushes Kenny to the ropes, Kenny returns with a Clothesline, Murc moves out of the
way and Kenny goes right into Dale McDonald. Kenny looks around with an “OH DAMN” face on. Murc turns Krenshov over then drops him to the ground where
he secures his Sharpshooter. After all the damage Kenny’s back took tonight, he begins to tap immediately. The ref. is down, he can’t record this. There’s
only three seconds left. Murc goes to wake up the Dale, he isn’t moving. He shakes him, and shakes him, and shakes him, nothing.

DING, DING, DING

JENNY JERSEY: And your winner, KRENSHOV!

Hearing those words burn Murcielago. He grabs Dale by the head, brining him up to his feet, then he shouts “YOU PIECE OF SHIT,” and mushes him to the ground.
Murcielago rolls out of the ring and boots the ring steps, he picks it up and tosses it into the ring, it almost hits Krenshov, who’s rolling out of ring
laughing. Murcielago picks up a chair and beats the ring post with it, he warps the chair with his nonstop swings, he discards the chair. Then he places
his hands on his head “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is a REBEL Rules match and it is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers weighing in
at a combined five hundred one pounds and being accompanied to the ring by Rosie Cheeks. Ace Adams, Steven Wylde, THE C.A.B.S.!

“Censored Truth” hits the speakers and boos rain down from the crowd as The C.A.B.S. with Rosie Cheeks alongside appear from behind the curtain. They make
their way to the ring and here come the champions.

CHET WHETTLESON: C.A.B.S. won that three-way dance between the Bluegrass Mafia 2.0 and the Rebel Brothers, that gave them this opportunity to be in this
match. This is their first title shot and it seems like the thought of this match hasn’t left their minds all week.

JENNY JERSEY: Now introducing, weighing in at four hundred ninety-eight pounds, they are the REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Mike “Assman” Trey and Dr.
Tittylover, T-N-A!

A huge pop from the crowd as “Superfly” booms throughout the building. The Tag Team Champions come out from the curtain to a huge ovation. The two walk
towards the ring and The C.A.B.S. stand in the ring with a look of disgust on their faces. Mike Trey and Doctor Tittylover get into the ring and go to
their corner and await the sound of the bell.

CHET WHETTLESON: TNA is a huge crowd favorite, and they’re going up against a team that the crowd hates. Two different teams, in a REBEL Rules match, this
should make for an interesting match.

REX CALIBER: It better be an interesting match. I’m here to be entertained.

The bell sounds and the match is on.

Mike Trey and Ace Adams start the match for their teams. Assman goes to the center of the ring and offers a handshake. Ace smacks his hand away and starts
the match with a right hand. Assman shoots Ace Adams a glare and runs right after him, into a drop toehold. Ace lays in a couple of stomps to Mike Trey
and then he gets down to the math and locks in a headlock. The fans are not happy with this style of wrestling so far. Adams has the move locked in, and
Dr. Tittylover storms out of the corner and gives Ace Adams a boot to the head. These two teams must have forgotten that this is REBEL Rules, no tags needed!
Adams breaks the hold and Steven Wylde gets into the ring now too. He runs at Tittylover and lands a big clothesline sending him to the mat. Assman gets
up from the canvas right in between the two C.A.B.S. members. Wylde grabs Trey by the arms and holds him in place while Ace Adams lays in a few right hands.
Tittylover gets back up from the mat, sends himself against the rope and hits Ace Adams with a Bootzilla sending him tumbling out of the ring! The move
gets a pop from the crowd.

CHET WHETTLESON: This match might pick up now that these teams are on the outside.

REX CALIBER: This is wrong, I haven’t seen a tit nor a nice ass yet! Rosie.. hey Rosie!

Tittylover and Assman then start to work on Steven Wylde while Ace is on the outside. TNA whip the C.A.B.S. member against the ropes and nail a big double
clothesline! Wylde is down and Assman tries to make a pin. But before referee Jimmy Johnson can begin the count. Assman and Dr. Tittylover scoop Wylde
off of the mat and then the two of them Irish Whip him into the corner. Tittylover then whips Mike Trey towards the corner and hits Wylde with a big body
splash. Wylde takes a few steps out of the corner and hits the mat face first. On the outside Rosie Cheeks picks up the dazed Ace Adams, talks to him for
a second making, and rolls him back into the ring. Adams begins to get to his feet when Assman comes off of the ropes and lands a big neckbreaker that
puts Ace back on the mat. Trey goes for the cover.

One

Tw- Wylde breaks it up.

Dr. Tittylover goes to take care of Steven Wylde. He grabs him by the shoulders and begins to lift him to his feet, and Steven Wylde with a rake to the
eyes, and Tittylover stumbles backwards. Wylde goes on the offensive now and lands a clothesline that sends Tittylover rolling out of the ring. Wylde goes
out after him. While Tittylover and Steven Wylde are fighting on the outside Assman and Ace Adams continue to go at it inside the ring. Mike Trey picks
Ace up from the mat and whips him into the ropes. He waits for Ace to come off the rebound and goes for a drop kick, but Ace held onto the ropes and Assman
goes down. Adams lays in a few quick stomps to Mike Trey’s ribs. He then brings him to his feet near the ropes, and picks him up into a scoop slam, no,
reverse DDT! Adams goes for the cover, but before Jimmy Johnson could begin the count Tittylover drags Ace out of the ring.

On the outside it is now The C.A.B.S. and Dr. Tittylover with Mike Trey beginning to get to his feet in the ring. Tittylover is being beaten outside of
the ring. Wylde sends him face first into the top of the ring stairs, the two C.A.B.S. members then whip him into the barricade behind them. Tittylover
is being dismantled on the outside by the Censorship Against Bad Stuff. Tittylover is slouched against the barricade as Wylde and Adams lay in with rights
and lefts. C.A.B.S. are taking advantage of the rules in this match. In the ring, Assman is now on his feet and has his bearings. Tittylover on the outside
is still being double teamed though. He blocks a right from Steven Wylde, and sends a right of his own back. He blocks a right from Ace Adams and sends
another one of his own back. Dr. Tittylover is fighting back with everything he’s got. Assman yells to him “Set them up!” Tittylover lays in a few more
rights and then throws the two of them against the barricade. Mike Trey bounces against the ropes AND COMES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE C.A.B.S.!
CHET WHETTLESON: Wow! What a move by Mike Trey! He flew over the ropes and made it look very easy!

REX CALIBER: Yeah, it was pretty good. I didn’t do that, but it was ok.

Assman has taken out The C.A.B.S. with that high flying maneuver. All three of them are down on the outside. Tittylover picks up Mike Trey and makes sure
he’s alright. The two then begin to lay in stomps to the Ace Adams and Steven Wylde. They then roll the two C.A.B.S. members back into the ring. TNA slides
into the ring, and scoops up Adams and Wylde. Tittylover brings Wylde to his feet, and sends him back down, with a thunderous running powerslam! Assman
brings Adams to his feet, and sends him back down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. TNA is rolling right now. Tittylover scoops Wylde off of the mat
and he comes in with a big boot, Bootzilla! Into an Asscracker! Steven Wylde goes down from a Funky Fresh! Assman lifts Ace Adams off of the mat and Irish
Whips him into the corner, he then runs and hits Ace with a running butt. Adams stumbles out of the corner and Tittylover finishes it off with a chokeslam!
Bottoms Up! Both members of The C.A.B.S. are down and both members of TNA make the pin.

One

Two

Th– BOTH MEMBERS OF THE C.A.B.S. KICK OUT!

CHET WHETTLESON: How did they both kick out?! I thought that the match was done with!

REX CALIBER: I could’ve kicked out from those moves. Hell, I could’ve taken both of those moves and still kicked out. It’s nothing to really be amazed at.
Tittylover and Mike Trey are shocked! The crowd was counting, but Jimmy Johnson’s hand never hit the mat a third time. Tittylover takes Ace Adams and tosses
him over the top rope, and follows him out of the ring. On the outside Adams gets whipped into the ring stairs, he hits them and a thunderous boom echoes
throughout the building and he goes tumbling over the stairs. Dr. Tittylover then picks him up and sends Adams face first into the stairs, and Ace falls
backwards to the floor. Tittylover then begins to lay in stomps. Tittylover then begins picks Ace up off of the floor and whips him into the barricade,
and follows it up with a clothesline right after Adams hit the cold metal of the barricade. On the inside of the ring Assman and Steven Wylde are battling
it out. Wylde whips Trey into the corner. He then runs and dives, but Mike Trey moves away and Wylde hits the turnbuckle. He stumbles out of the corner
backwards and Assman bounces off of the ropes and lands a big swinging neckbreaker. Assman has the upper hand, Steven Wylde is on the mat just beginning
to get to his feet, he is on one knee, so Assman gives the crowd a wiggle. While he wasn’t paying attention Steven Wylde lands a low blow, sending Mike
Trey down to the mat.

Mike Trey is on the mat in such pain that only a man can describe. Wylde gets to his feet and goes on the offensive by dropping an elbow on the Assman,
and another elbow, and yet another elbow. Wylde lifts him to his feet and gives him two hard knees to the gut and then locks in a headlock. Assman powers
out and lands a big atomic drop! Wylde goes down, and Mike Trey hits the mat out of exhaustion. Tittylover and Ace Adams are still going at it on the outside
of the ring, both men sending right hands to the face back at each other. Ace Adams with a rake to the eyes of Tittylover.

CHET WHETTLESON: That’s the second time he has had that done to him this match.

REX CALIBER: REBEL Rules, it’s all legal. Eye rakes are good though, they definitely buy you some time.

Ace now goes on the offensive whipping Tittylover into the ring post, and Dr. Tittylover stumbles backwards right into a reverse DDT! Tittylover is done,
Assman and Wylde are down in the ring, Ace Adams is up. He lifts Tittylover to his feet and lands one right hand and then locks in a hammer lock. He cranks
Tittylover’s wrist up and shoves him against the ring post. Tittylover has one hand free, he gives Ace an elbow to the ribs and then an elbow to the temple.
Adams stumbles back, but he still has the move locked. Tittylover sends another elbow to his temple, and Ace again stumbles backwards. Tittylover then
steps forward and rips his arm away, breaking the hold. He then doubles over Ace Adams with a big knee to the abdomen, and lands a big DDT ON THE FLOOR!
Dr. Tittylover is down, Ace Adams is down. Inside the ring Wylde and Assman are still going at it. Steven Wylde goes for a vertical suplex on Assman, but
Assman gives him a few punches to the ribs and reverses the move.

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Assman lands a big snapmare driver! Wylde is down. Assman can win the match and retain
TNA’s titles right here!

Assman gives the crowd another wiggle. He reaches down and begins to lift Wylde up off of the mat. While he does this Rosie Cheeks hops onto the ring apron
and gives Assman a little wiggle! Mike Trey is almost mesmerized at the sight, he can’t stop staring, so much that he forget that Steven Wylde was in the
ring with him. Wylde sends a hard right hand to the face of Assman and then he nails the Censorplex! Wylde just landed the Censorplex on Mike Trey! Wylde
makes the cover!

One!

Tittylover tries to get into the ring.

Two!

Ace Adams grabs his foot as he rolls in.

Three!

CHET WHETTLESON: Match over! We’ve got new tag team champions! The C.A.B.S. have done it! The C.A.B.S. have beaten TNA!

REX CALIBER: It was an ok match. I was mildly entertained. Nonetheless, good win for The C.A.B.S., but a bad loss TNA. Maybe next time boys.

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners and new REBEL World Tag Team Champions, Ace Adams, Steven Wylde, THE C.A.B.S.!

The C.A.B.S. grab their new title belts and with Rosie Cheeks begin to head towards the back. As they walk to the back boos are raining down on them. Meanwhile
in the ring Mike Trey is beginning to get to his feet. He is using the ropes to help himself stand. Dr. Tittylover is standing in the ring simply staring
at Mike Trey.

DR. TITTYLOVER: You lost da titles nigguh!

ASSMAN: How did I lose the match?

DR. TITTYLOVER: You be starin’ at Rosie’s ass, and you get pinned by dat man Wylde.

ASSMAN: What were you doing on the outside the whole time instead of helping me? I saved you before in this match.

DR. TITTYLOVER: Dat don’t matter. You lost da match. You lost da titles!

Out of nowhere Dr. Tittylover lands a huge right hand on Mike Trey, and another, and another. Mike Trey is being assaulted by Dr. Tittylover after was pinned
in the match. Assman is whipped into the ropes across the ring, and Tittylover goes back and lands a big bootzilla to the face of Mike Trey. Assman goes
down, but Tittylover scoops him up and lands the Big Stiffy tombstone pile driver. Tittylover exits the ring and goes under the ring and grabs a metal
chair.

CHET WHETTLESON: Don’t do it Dr. Tittylover! It’s just a match!

REX CALIBER: Better him then me.

CHET WHETTLESON: Don’t you know any sympathy?

REX CALIBER: I, don’t think so.

Tittylover goes back into the ring and tosses the chair into the middle of the ring. He lifts Assman off of the mat and sets up for the High Times and he
nails it with authority on the metal chair! Assman has just been destroyed by Dr. Tittylover after he was accused of losing the match and the World Tag
Team titles. Mike Trey is laid out in the middle of the ring and Dr. Tittylover makes his way to the back while medical personnel rush past him to the
ring to tend to Mike Trey.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Street Fight for the REBEL Pro World title! The only rule is that falls count in the ring
and the match starts outside the building!

And that’s all our lovely ring announcer gets out, as there is a commotion outside. Fans flock from their seats to see what’s happening. Referee Alan Stone
is with Kyle Roberts and Thomas Young, and the match is on! Young jabs a thumb in the champs eye then Irish Whips him. The fans part like the Red Sea as
Roberts crashes into a wall. Young charges in after with an elbow, but Roberts ducks and gets a double leg take down. Roberts with lefts and rights as
he tries to subdue the challenger, but Young rolls Roberts over and gets in some shots of his own. Young to his feet, and he plants a stiff boot to the
head of Roberts. He drags Roberts up, and goes for the Young Cutter, but Roberts floats over, and hits a neckbreaker. Roberts looks to the crowd, then
gets a fan to hold up a chair. Roberts hauls Young up, and slams his head into the chair.

CHET WHETTLESON: Roberts with an homage to the old ECW there, getting the fans involved…

REX CALIBER: Roberts is just trying to get out of here alive and with the title. If he has to use these fans to do it, he will.

Young is dazed, and Roberts tries to keep the advantage. He has another chair, which he sets up behind Young. Young turns around, and receives a boot to
the gut! He’s doubled over… Roberts with a Polarizer onto the chair! Young is down! Roberts covers, but it’s not falls count anywhere! Roberts looks
a bit annoyed, but carries on, trying to drag Young towards the ring. Young fights him off, getting a boot to Roberts’ chin, knocking him backwards. Young
gets to his feet, and charges forward with a big boot that nearly knocks the champs head off! Roberts is down, and Young raises his arm as if he won the
match! The fans boo the challenger, who has been busted open from the chair shots.

CHET WHETTLESON: A bit early to celebrate, he hasn’t won a thing yet!

REX CALIBER: He just took the champ down. Let him savor the moment.

Roberts tries to get back up, but Young cuts him back down with a chair shot to the back! Then another. And another. Roberts is being laid to waste here,
as Young tries to cripple the champ. Bored with the chair, Young goes off in search of another weapon. Roberts uses the break to struggle to his knees.
He manages to get to his feet…

SMACK

Young has found a garbage can lid, and he brings it down hard across the champs head.

SMACK

Another shot from Young, Roberts is on rubber legs here.

SMACK

Roberts is knocked to one knee.

SMACK

His eyes look glazed over, Young drops the lid on the floor and

SMACK

DDT onto the garbage can lid! Roberts is limp and Young covers, forgetting the match rules! He argues with Stone, who has little sympathy. The challenger
rolls his eyes as he hoists Roberts up and throws him over his shoulder, carrying him towards the ring. He reaches the guard rail when Roberts starts to
wriggle. Young tries to keep hold, but Roberts is heavier than him, and struggling. Young loosens his grip, Roberts slides over for a sunset flip? …
No, something better…

CHET WHETTLESON: ROBERTS IS GOING FOR THE BEARTAMER!

REX CALIBER: Settle down. It doesn’t matter on the floor.

Indeed. Roberts locks the hold in, and Young taps, but falls only count in the ring. But when it comes to wearing down an opponent, the move does it’s job.
Roberts face is a crimson mask after the shots from Young, and blood pours out as he strains to keep the hold locked in. Young tries to push out, but Roberts
refuses to relent. But the champ realizes the only place to win is in the ring, so he lets go, and drags Young up, tossing him over the guard rail to the
ringside floor. Roberts is up and over the rail in pursuit. Young tries to crawl under the ring, but he’s caught by Roberts, and dragged back out…

CRACK

Young found a weapon under the ring. One shot from a Kendo stick and things are evened up here. Roberts tries to shake it off, but he doesn’t shake off
a low blow! The fans boo Young for taking the easy way out, but he doesn’t seem to care. Indeed, he smiles as he watches the champ keel over. Young pulls
himself up with the ring apron and tries walk off the damage done… not happening. He’s in pain, and knows he has to end things quick. He looks back under
the ring for more plunder, finding a table. A pop from the fans, who, while they hate Young, love violence. Young sets the table up, then goes over to
Roberts, who is back to his feet, stepping gingerly. Young boots Roberts in the gut, then sets him up for a pumphandle slam! He lifts Roberts up, but his
back gives out! Roberts lands on his feet, and scoops Young up for a Moose Jaw Driver! Young with elbows to the head of Roberts, fighting the hold! Roberts
has no choice but to drop Young! Young with an uppercut, staggers Roberts, then scoops up the champ and

SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!

REX CALIBER: That’s great Thomas, BUT GET HIM IN THE RING!

Both men are down, but Roberts is definitely in worse shape. Young to his feet, picks up Roberts and rolls him into the ring. He crawls in after, and drapes
and arm over the champ for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Roberts barely kicks out! Young drags himself up with the ropes, then drops an elbow across Roberts’ chest. He covers again, and again only gets a two count.
Young goes to the corner turnbuckles and pulls the padding off the top one. Roberts is stirring, Young drags him up, and slams the champs head into the
exposed steel! Roberts slumps to the mat, and Young covers, hooking the far leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Thr- Roberts with a foot on the rope!

REX CALIBER: Come on! It’s a street fight!

CHET WHETTLESON: But the fall must take place in the ring! Roberts foot is outside the ropes! This match continues!

REX CALIBER: You got the rulebook right there or something?

Young argues his case with Stone, but gets nowhere. Roberts is bleeding even more now, as he tries to crawl away. Young grabs the foot of the champ and
pulls him away from the ropes. Young looking for the Hollywood Deathlock, but Roberts kicks his way out of that. Young grabs Roberts’ leg and starts to
kick at the knee, weakening him for his finisher. Roberts tries to fight out of it, but gets an elbow dropped across his knee for his troubles. Young tries
to hook his move again, but Roberts with a handful of tights rolls him up for a pin! One.. two.. Young kicks out, and springs back up, enraged! He lashes
out, hooking Roberts for a Pumphandle slam! Roberts slammed to the mat! Young doesn’t even bother with a cover, pouncing on the prone champion, and hooking
the Hollywood Deathlock! Roberts looks to be in supreme pain as Young puts all his weight into the hold, adding more pressure to the knee. Stone is there
to check for a tap out, but Roberts shakes his head defiantly. Young tries to pull Roberts towards center ring, but Roberts claws and fights his way to
the ropes. He’s almost there, but Young rears back and puts more torque on the hold. Roberts yells out in pain as the fans cheer him on. He reaches out
again, he’s only inches away… but Young pulls him away from the ropes. Roberts face is a bloody mess, and a pool forms beneath him as he struggles against
the hold. Young has a sick grin through his bloody mask, as he senses the World title coming his way. He gives one more good pull, and Stone asks Roberts
once again if he wants to give up. Roberts has his hand up. canadian pharmacy safe It wavers a bit as he considers tapping out. But then he changes his mind and starts to pull
himself to the ropes again! Young tries to keep hold, but Roberts wants to retain too much… Roberts reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, and Young
is forced to let go! Young hesitates for as long as he can before he lets go. Roberts tries to regain his footing, using the ropes to pull himself up.
But the damage has been done. He can’t put any weight on his leg, and Young capitalizes by chop blocking the champs leg! Roberts goes down in a heap, but
smartly rolls out of the ring. Young rolls his eyes as he pursues. He follows as Roberts crawls his way to the announcer’s table. Roberts pulls himself
up, Young grabs Robert’s shoulder and spins him around…

CLANG!

Roberts got his hand on the ring bell as he crawled past. Young is knocked silly, and Roberts, on only one leg, tries to capitalize. He wants to hit Emerald
Fusion, but a bad wheel rules that out. He gets a double leg takedown, and goes for the Bear Tamer again, but he can’t keep the hold locked in. So he starts
to look under the ring for plunder… and drags out a ladder! Huge pop from the fans for this! Roberts slides the ladder into the ring, then drags Young
up and rolls him in as well. You can see the pain etched on the champs face as he slides in afterwards. He sets the ladder up in the corner, then goes
to Young, who is back to his feet. Robert’s with a stiff chop to Young’s chest, then an Irish Whip…

YOUNG CRASHES INTO THE LADDER! He stumbles back out, and Roberts scoops him up and slams him onto the ladder! Young’s back hits steel, then mat as he crashes
down. Roberts drops the ladder onto Young, then goes for a cover!

ONE!!!

TWO!!

YOUNG KICKS OUT!!

REX CALIBER: There’s a reason he and Darko held the tag titles for so long! There’s no quit in this kid!

Roberts sets up the ladder and slowly climbs it. There is pain in each step, and it takes longer than it should. Young is hurt, but able to get to his feet.
He climbs the other side of the ladder, and meets Roberts at the top. The two men trade punches. Roberts looks like he’s going to topple to the outside,
but regains his balance, then rocks Young with a shot that nearly send the challenger to the mat! Young gets a grip on the ladder, then head butts Roberts!
A loud smack as the two skulls connect! Young takes advantage of the moment, grabs Roberts for a fall away slam from the top of the ladder! Both men hit
the mat hard! The fans are on their feet! But Young is hurt too, and unable to capitalize! After what seems like an eternity, he manages to crawl over
and drape an arm across the champs chest!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- ROBERTS GETS A SHOULDER UP!!

CHET WHETTLESON: And that’s why Roberts has been a success everywhere he’s gone…

REX CALIBER: Finish that sentence and I’ll break you in half.

Young picks up the ladder and sizes up his opponent, who somehow is making his way to his feet. Roberts is barely up when Young slams end of the ladder
into his face! Roberts is down! Young hauls Roberts up and nails the Young Cutter! Roberts is in a heap on the mat, and Young is on his knees, trying to
regain his senses. This match has taken a lot out of both competitors. He covers Roberts!

ONE!!!

TWO!!

Roberts again with his foot on the ropes!

Young throws a fit, yelling at referee Stone! Stone stands his ground, and the fans are on their feet as it looks like Stone is ready to toss Young out
of the ring! Young rears back to punch the ref…

ROBERTS WITH A ROLL UP!

ONE!!

TWO!!

YOUNG KICKS OUT!

Young to his feet first, catches Roberts with a stiff forearm smash! Roberts to the mat, and Young mounts the champion, laying in with forearm shots! LEFT!
RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! Relentless shots from the challenger! he finally stops, then hauls Roberts up, and slams him against the turnbuckles! Roberts back
connects with the steel Young exposed earlier! Young picks up the ladder and hits another ladder shot, before he sandwiches Roberts between it and the
turnbuckles. Young goes to the opposite buckles, then charges forward…

Roberts, out of sheer instinct, pushes the ladder back into Young! Young staggers back, Roberts with a double leg takedown… Catapults Young into the exposed
turnbuckle! Young’s head makes a sickening thud against the exposed metal! He bounces back, and Roberts scoops Young up! He can barley hold him but somehow
manages

EMERALD FUSION!!

Roberts collapses in pain as he covers!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL REBEL World Champion, STYLIN’ KYLE ROBER—

Interrupted by Kid Rock’s COCKY! Out walks Chad Kurtis, Matthew Kurtis, Jonathon Kurtis, Will Zaluki, Mandy and two other men. Those men are Warren who
is on a cell phone, and Donovan Astros, who is talking to Chad Kurtis, who is carrying his newly won cup. Kyle is standing, bloody as hell and wondering
about the commotion. He locks eyes with Astros, and doesn’t get off him.

CHET WHETTLESON: Damn, what is this about?

REX CALIBER: Maybe Chad wants to announce his title shot, Merrytime Massacre is the next event. Back in big Raleigh!

Warren is shaking his head, real nervous like. He doesn’t look like he is in charge, like he seemed earlier. He grabs a microphone.

WARREN: Ladies and gents, and Champ… Chad Kurtis has announced to me his title shot date.

REX CALIBER: Told you.

Kyle nods his head, but still seems confused. Massive blood lost doesn’t help. Astros grabs the mic.

DONOVAN ASTROS: Yeah, I gave Chad some friendly advice and with out further ado… Chad will face you, Champ, on NOVEMBER THE THIRTEENTH… TWO THOUSAND
SEVEN!

Kyle looks at Warren, who shakes his head yes.

WARREN: The rules say the holder can name the belt and the date of which the title match is. Dude.. I’m sorry… ring the bell.

REX CALIBER: HOLY SHIT! ASTROS IS SMARTER THAN ROBERTS!

CHET WHETTLESON: …..

The bell sounds and Chad enters the ring. Alan Stone grabs the belt back from Kyle Roberts. Chad hits a Lou Thesz press and begins assaulting Kyle with
fists. Astros throws a steel chair in the ring. Chad picks up Kyle Roberts, boot to the gut!

REX CALIBER: CK FUCKING FINALE ON A GOD DAMN CHAIR… I’M LOVING THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

IS THIS REAL?

ALAN STONES COUNT OF THREE MAKES IT REAL!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW REBEL PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!

Astros enters the ring and does Kyle’s signature, “I’m Smarter Than You” temple pointing pose. Kyle is out COLD! The Mafia celebrate, and the ring is showered
with debris. The fans start to jump the railing. Chad grabs his World belt, as the boys from the back, everyone from wrestlers to security, surround the
Bluegrass Mafia and Donovan Astros. Warren looks like he is gonna cry outside the ring. His first day on the job ends in the most despicable display of
sportsmanship in REBEL history.

CHET WHETTLESON: I don’t know what to say. People are getting arrested, we have cops arriving in drones, as the security can’t hold the people back from
the backstage area. This is chaos… this is sickening chaos.

REX CALIBER; I’ve been in a riot, and it’s always better to be the man running toward the back, than the man lying beat in the ring. Anyways, Kyle loses
in his seventh defense just like me… Karma man.. karma!

With that, and the riot going on, the show ends. The ramifications of all this? To Be Announced!

High Incident- 11/06/2007

11/06/2007
The clock turns to 6:35 and the Grady Cole Center in Charlotte, North Carolina, is completely sold out and the fans are definitely hyped up. The Celtic
Assassins are hard at work dealing with a few foreign fans attempting to get autographs, the duo of Ryan and Robert Rebel converse with Mark Kingston as
he advertises his new t-shirt and even REBEL World Heavyweight Champion Kyle Roberts makes a brief appearance, allowing a few watchful fans to snap pictures
with the champ.

At close to 7:00, “Purple Haze” by Jimi Hendrix sounds throughout the venue and out comes Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey. Rob steps into the ring to begin
the much anticipated event.

ROB MARTINEZ: The first ever Pure Wrestling Match in REBEL history, a Three Way Dance for a shot at the World Tag Team Titles, a REBEL World Title Match,
and in the MAIN EVENT… A Scaffold Match for the Carolina’s Championship! Which will end TWENTY FIVE FEET ABOVE THE RING! Tonight might just prove to be
the most intimidating, bloodiest, and sadistic night in history. Tonight will see a very… HIGH INCIDENT!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is a “Winner Gets a Shot At the Carolina’s Title” match. The rules of this match are simple, it’s a triple threat that will work
like any other elimination match. The man who doesn’t get eliminated wins the match and will face the Carolina’s champion next week, for the belt! With
no further ado, lets start this bad boy off.

Weighing at one hundred eighty pounds, standing at five feet eleven. From Napier, New Zealand.

The crowd begins to boo, they know who it is, it’s the only person from New Zealand in the REBEL roster.

JENNY JERSEY: LINK VAN HAGGARD!

BOOOOOOOOO!

Super Trooper begins to play and out pops Link Van Haggard. People shout out heavier boos, others show their hate with signs that read “Mother Fuck Link
Van Haggard!” It doesn’t bother him, he smirks it off all the way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Second to the ring, from Clinton, Maryland. Standing at at a five feet eleven inches tall and a good two hundred twenty five pounds. “HIGH
OCTANE” WILL ZALUKI!

Fuel begins to roar through the speakers before Will walks through the ring ropes. The crowd stands indifferent. Will seems a bit bugged but, doesn’t let
it bother him, he tries to exchange fives with the crowd, nothing but a “Who the hell are you?”

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow…

JENNY JERSEY: Last but not least. From the beautiful city of Los Angeles, California. He’s six feet tall and weighs two hundred thirty two pounds.

Jambi begins to rev up through the arena, causing the crowd to cheer, because they know what’s next.

JENNY JERSEY: MANNY X!

Manny hops right out the curtains to a hail of cheers, he slaps fives with the fans, getting a lot of love, before sliding into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is crucial to these men. Just like Jenny said, this match can place you in contention for the Carolina’s title, or it can place
to the back of the line.

Alan Stone calls for the bell.

DING, DING, DING!

Will starts the match with a big Clothesline to both men, taking them down, hard. He walks to ropes and screams “YEAH!” at the crowd. They hit him with
a meager pop, nothing over the top, it causes him TO shake his head. Will picks up Manny X, places him into the Suplex position, Will holds him out, then
drops Manny gut first onto Link. Then he rushes onto the ropes and comes off strong with a leg drop onto Manny’s head. The crowd cheers a bit more than
before, but nothing special. Again he shakes his head. Will moves over to Manny, he picks up Manny, perhaps another Suplex, whatever he had in mind we
won’t be able to see it. Why? Manny breaks out of the hold and hits him with the Cause Of Insanity, then followed by a Cross-legged fisherman brain buster.
Will’s head makes a thunderous sound onto the mat. Manny on his way up is greeted by a two boots to the his jaw, courtesy of Link Van Haggard. Link smirks
and brushes his hair back. BOOOO! Link walks over to Will’s body and stomps his chest then places him into a Camel Clutch.

ROB MARTINEZ: Since when does Link do this?

Manny on his feet now, rushes towards Link, he steps on Link’s left knee, jumps off and decapitates Link’s head with his right shin. The crowd loves this,
they show their love, Manny bows to the crowd, and gets rolled up for it. Only a one count.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did Will really think he could get away with that?

Link spears Will, Manny gets up and stalks Link. Link back to his feet gets no time to rest, Manny hits him with a Katahajime suplex that immobilizes Link.
Manny now moves over to will, he stomps on Will’s shins then brings the poor man to his feet, DDT. Manny brings Will to his feet for a second time, Manny
whips the man into the corner. He rushes on after Will, body splashing him. Manny then connects the Unbelievably Furious Offense. Link tries to sneak up
on Manny from behind, but it backfires, Manny sends Link right into the beat up Will. Manny pulls Link off and Irish Whips him to the other corner and
goes to do more damage onto Will. He shoulder thrust once, twice, thrice, Will falls down, ass first. Manny runs over to the other corner, he Clotheslines
Link then he pulls him out of the corner and tosses him to the ground, Link slides across the mat and head first into Will’s ‘kids.’

ROB MARTINEZ: Ouch. Well Manny looks to be in complete control in this match. There’s no way something could go wrong.

Manny on his way to pick up Link gets a low blow then an eye poke and gets tossed out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Never mind me on that one.

Link sets Will on the top turnbuckle, he goes for what seems to be a Superplex, but Will is fighting his way out, punches to the gut, to head, to the gut
again, finally he’s free, he pushes Link off of him, but, Link only lands on his feet and rushes back locking in the Superplex. Will lands on his back
badly, he favors his back and rolls out of the ring. Link stands up and is the only man in the ring, he raises his arms in victory, but gets rained by
more boos. He flips the crowd off. Manny tries to the enter the ring, Link baseball slides him out. Then notices Will trying to get in, he baseball slides
him as well. Manny and Will meet up on the outside, they try to plot something against Link, but the meeting gets cut short, Link dives on to outside from
the top turnbuckle. As much as the crowd hates Link, they clap for that one. The men fight to get to their feet. Link who took the less amount of the damage
out of the three gets to his feet first and rolls into the ring, Manny second, Will with his back is the last one to enter the ring. Link stands at one
end of the ring, Will and Manny stand at the other. They can finally plot in peace, they rush at Link, he has no where to go, but on to the mat after the
double shoulder tackle. They bring him back to his feet, they Double-Suplex him. The makeshift team now stomp on Link and bring him to his feet again,
Will holds from behind in a German Suplex position, Manny backs up, he’s rushing towards Link, Link low blows Will and hits Manny with a Spinebuster. He
goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Link pounds the mat with his fist and looks up at Will, deep into his eyes, Will hits the “Picture Perfect” Dropkick onto Link, he falls down into the mat,
where Will can pin him safely.

ONE

TWO

THRE-FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Will gets up and he tries to hit the “Picture Perfect” Dropkick again, but this time on Manny X. Will miss times the drop kick and falls landing awkward
on his head. Manny gets him into perfect position for…Gang Banging Since ’94!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it! He’s done.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

And out come the stretcher for Will. The EMTs prop him up nicely on the stretcher and places the neck brace on before taking him out of the arena. Manny
looks back and lets out a “DEEEEEEEEENG!” Manny moves over to Link and receives a kick to the knee, which drops Manny to one leg, Link hits the man with
a drop kick. Link then picks him and drags him towards the corner, then places him on the top rope, and hits the WTF. The ring shakes from all force and
tenacity that was placed by Link. A cover is made.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Link covers again.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Link covers again and hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THR-KICK OUT!

Link walks over argues with Alan Stone. “THAT WAS THREE!” “NO IT WASN’T! IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, TO BAD!” Link pokes Alan. “I DON’T LIKE THAT TONE OF VOICE!
I WON THE DAMN MATCH!” “MOTHER FUCK YOU!” Alan shoves Link and Link walks into a Katahajime suplex. Link folds up in impact. Manny brings Link and drops
him down to the mat head first with a Reverse Russian Legsweep, it busts open Link, causing him to bleed all over the mat. Manny brings Link to his feet
and begins to rub his forehead onto the ropes, fiercely. Link screams out in pain, grimacing. Manny takes him off the ropes and sends him into the other
one, Link comes back off the ropes and into a Powerslam. Manny hooks the legs.

ONE

TWO

THR-KICKOUT!

Manny drops a leg onto Link’s chest. He picks up Link, Link taking the easy road low blows Manny and hits him with a DDT. Link stomps on Manny’s head before
going up to the top turnbuckle. It pains the crowd to even clap for Link, but that was probably the best Moonsault ever executed. Link hooks the leg.

ONE

TWO

THR- KICKOUT!

Link gets up and brings Manny up, he kicks him in the gut and hits him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Link doesn’t got for a pin this time, it bites him in
the ass, Manny grabs hold of Link’s leg and drops him down to the mat. Manny still in hold of Link’s leg, drags him relatively close to the corner. Manny
falls back, which catapults Link to the corner face first, Manny is still holding on, Link fall back first on to Manny’s knees. Manny pushes Link off of
him before getting up. Once he’s up, Manny brings Link to his feet and sets him up for the Gang Banging Since ‘94! Link tries to fight his way out of the
hold, punches, elbows, anything, Manny finally places him down. Link tosses powder into the eyes of Manny X, Manny’s blinded and turns around, Link secures
the Pin ‘Em Win ‘Em.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The crowd is clearly upset by this and begin to chant “FUCK LINK, FUCK LINK, MOTHER FUCK LINK!”

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner and number one contender for the Carolina’s title, LINK VAN HAGGARD!

The crowd boos even louder, tossing their sodas and pop corn into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despicable, I can’t believe Link resorted to something so cheap.

Out from the back walks… Patrick Bickle? He walks up and goes over to the exiting Manny X.

PATRICK BICKLE: Manny X? You show heart, determination and a unique style, every match out. I got two matches in this fed, and my first.. I want to be against
you. Your style versus mine.. it’ll be phenomenal.

Manny X seems speechless, but reaches hand out, and Bickle shakes it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny X versus Patrick Bickle? You gotta be kidding me?

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The speakers explode with…fiddle music! “The Devil In The Kitchen” starts up its fiery licks, and The Celtic Assassins come out from behind the curtain
and the crowd gives them a raucous ovation.

JENNY JERSEY: The following is a non-title tag-team contest scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of five hundred and
sixty-five pounds…”The Scottish Wrecking Machine” AL THOES and “The Irish Adonis” BOBBY O’BRADY! THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

The Assassins slap a few fives but are obviously keeping their minds on business as they climb into the ring and wait for their opponents. Al Thoes is trying
his best not to look bothered by the “IT’S RAINING MEN!” sign being held up in the front row. But suddenly, Curtis Mayfield busts out with “Superfly”,
and his attention is focused directly on the two men coming out from the back.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at four hundred and ninety-eight pounds. They are the current REBEL Pro World Tag Team Champions! ASSMAN
and DOCTOR TITTYLOVER! T-N-A!

The fans cheer even louder for their beloved champs. A few women try to stroke Dr. Tittylover’s zebra-print jacket, and he obliges and strokes a few things
of theirs as well. Assman strikes a pose with his hands on his hips at the bottom of the ring, waiting for his partner to separate himself from the adoring
ladies. The two men slide into the ring, give their belts to Jenny, and then all four men go to their corners. Assman and O’Brady approach the middle of
the ring; they start things off with a friendly handshake and then the bell rings. Oh, it’s on.

O’Brady tries to grab Assman right off the top, but Assman side steps the big man and gives him an axe handle to the lower back. O’Brady stumbles, and Assman
bounces off the far ropes going for a bulldog, but O’Brady turns around and grabs him right out of the air! O’Brady, giving Assman a firm squeeze in the
center of the ring, and then brings him down HARD with a bodyslam! Here’s the cover, one, two, kickout. O’Brady lifts Assman up and whips him into the
far ropes, but there’s no rebound as Assman grabs a hold of the ropes. He turns around and wiggles his butt at O’Brady, taunting him, and O’Brady charges
after him. Which is exactly what Assman wanted. He drops to the ground and pulls the top rope down with him, and the lumbering monster O’Brady tumbles
right out of the ring! Assman rolls out of the ring as O’Brady’s getting to his feet, and puts him right back down again on the floor with a neckbreaker.
Now O’Brady’s having a hard time getting up, and Assman climbs up on top of Rob Martinez’s table.

ROB MARTINEZ: Careful of the notes, Trey!

Assman leaps off the table and drives his knee right into O’Brady’s soft underbelly. O’Brady’s hurting bad, and Assman looks like he’s going to be delivering
a lot more damage to the Irish Adonis…but Al Thoes, coming around from the Assassin’s corner, looks like he’s got other ideas on his mind. Thoes grabs
Assman and gives him a BRUTAL chop to the chest, sending him stumbling back to the ring apron. Thoes helps O’Brady to his feet and helps him get back into
the ring, then turns his attention back to Assman. He gives the man another brutal chop – the crowd lets loose with the appropriate “WOOOO!” – and hurls
him back into the ring. Thoes heads back to his corner — OH MY GOD TITTYLOVER WITH A FLYING PIMP TO THE OUTSIDE!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what that crazy bastard is on, but it’s sure as hell entertaining! Tittylover and Thoes are in a HEAP on the apron and it’s Assman
and O’Brady in the middle of the ring again!

Assman’s prone on the ground, and O’Brady goes to work. He locks on a front face lock, and it’s time for the rapid knee strikes. One, two, three, four,
FIVE knee strikes to the back of Assman’s head, and Thoes flips him over to try for another pin. One, two, thr–KICKOUT! Assman’s down but he’s not out,
and O’Brady tosses him to the far ropes and follows up with a clothesline–DUCKED! Assman rebounds off the ropes! BULLDOG ON O’BRADY! Both men are down
on the ground and Assman’s hurt but trying to get to his corner. O’Brady’s on his way to tag in Thoes as well. Both men…crawling…so slowly…the crowd’s
cheering them both on…Assman finally makes contact with Tittylover, who enters the ring with a cry of “SHAZAM, BITCHES!” The crowd goes nuts and O’Brady
lifts his hand to tag in Thoes…but he’s not there! He’s taken longer to get up from that suicidal shoulder block of the mad Doctor’s and he’s climbing
the ring steps as Tittylover grabs O’Brady by the leg and drags him away from the corner! Tittylover gives O’Brady a couple of kicks to the back of the
head, and then locks on the Mothership Connection! O’Brady’s groaning, reaching out for the ropes that are WAY too far away; Tittylover’s howling obscenities
and WRENCHING back on O’Brady’s neck. O’Brady, realizing how far away he is from the ropes, puts his hand down on the mat –

But not to tap out! He grits his teeth and puts his other hand out, then he PUSHES with all his might! AND HE DOES IT AGAIN! O’Brady is doing PUSHUPS with
a crazy pimp on his back! The crowd is going CRAZY! Tittylover’s eyes widen and he starts losing his balance, so he loosens his grip, and on the third
pushup he lets go completely! Tittylover’s back to his feet quickly, and rushes to the far ropes to come back at O’Brady with Bootzilla, but O’Brady’s
charging at Tittylover too! There’s a SICK COLLISION in the middle of the ring, and once again members from both teams are collapsed in the center of the
ring. For one, two, three seconds there’s no sign of movement at all. Then, at four, O’Brady starts crawling to his corner. Tittylover’s doing nothing
but twtitching, and Assman’s SHOUTING at him to try and wake him up. But as he finally starts getting to his feet, O’Brady’s made the HOT TAG!

ROB MARTINEZ: I’D SAY SOMETHING WITTY BUT THE CROWD IS SO LOUD I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK!

Thoes RUSHES at Tittylover and NAILS him with a power clothesline that nearly knocks him out of his boots! He lifts him up–POWER SUPLEX! Tittylover’s looking
as hazy as he does late on a Friday night, and Thoes lifts him up for a HAGGIS BUSTER! There’s the cover, one, two, ASSMAN WITH THE SAVE! Assman clubs
Al Thoes on the back of the neck and rushes back to his corner before O’Brady can say anything about it. Thoes shoots a glare at Assman–Tittylover surprises
him with a roll-up! One, two, Thoes kicks out! And now both men are in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. There’s the lock up! Despite Thoes’
weight advantage Tittylover’s the advantage, and he whips the big Scotsman into his corner–reversed! Tittylover slams into his own turnbuckle and he knocks
Assman off the apron! Thoes whips Tittylover across the ring and back to the Assassin’s corner! There’s the tag! Thoes sets up Assman for another Haggis
Buster–but O’Brady comes off the top rope! CELTIC CRUSHER!! Thoes with the cover! One, two, Assman sliding into the ring but it’s too late, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners…THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

Thoes and O’Brady are soaking in the crowd’s adoration in the center of the ring as TNA walk up the aisle, looking back at the Assassins with surprise.
Al Thoes climbs out of the ring to high-five a fan wearing an “IF It’s Not Scottish, It’s CRAP!” t-shirt, as O’Brady stands on the turnbuckle pointing
out at the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: The underdog Celtic Assassins with a win here tonight, and even though TNA were the favorites coming in the fans would have been happy with
a win from either of these teams–OH MY GOD!

Some fan has leapt over the barricade and has LAID OUT Al Thoes with a steel chair! Wait a second, that’s no fan! It’s Donovan Astros in a black baseball
cap and hooded sweatshirt! He gives Thoes another wallop with the chair for good measure, and then rushes up the aisle and out the exit before O’Brady
can get to him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is Donovan Astros trying to send the Assassins’ ally Kyle Roberts a message here tonight?

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“Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the speakers and it booms throughout the building.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Making his way to the ring at six-foot nine inches and weighing in at three hundred
fifty pounds and hailing from Middletown, New Jersey…KRENSHOV!!!

As KRENSHOV exits from behind the curtain he receives a good pop from the crowd. He begins walking to the ring, and he is wrapped in a chain. This is an
intimidating weapon, it’s wrapped around his torso and up around his shoulder. The left over chain is wrapped down his right arm and the last bit of it
is wrapped tightly around his fist. KRENSHOV looks determined to win this match, in a very sadistic way.

ROB MARTINEZ: KRENSHOV has that chain with him because Thomas Young used a chain to beat him one year ago. I can only guess what he’s going to do with that
chain, but he has been saying that his statements are not empty ones; he will follow up on his promises.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, standing six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds and hailing from Hollywood, Florida…THOMAS
YOUNG!

“All that Remains” blasts through the speakers and Thomas Young walks out to the ring, as the arena is flooded with boos. Young never looks off KRENSHOV
as he heads to the ring, the boos are not effecting him at all.

ROB MARTINEZ: There is nothing but bad blood between these two men. They have quite a history and it has simply resurfaced this week. All week these two
men have been back and forth, and the bad blood between them has not gotten any better, only worse.

Thomas Young gets into the ring as KRENSHOV stares a hole through him. The two men walk towards the center of the ring and the referee calls for the bell
to be rung.

The two men circle each other briefly and KRENSHOV, with the chain still wrapped around him, makes the first strike and lands a big right hand sending Thomas
Young staggering back. He does not wait for Young to come stumbling forward though, he lunges right back at him sending Young into the turnbuckle and begins
landing a fury of rights and lefts to the body and to the head. Young is already noticeably in pain from taking several shots to the ribs from the chain.
KRENSHOV takes Young out from the corner and Irish Whips him into the ropes; he leans back and against the ropes and nails a HUGE big boot on Thomas Young
off the rebound. Young is laid out in the middle of the ring; KRENSHOV is dominating the match early on. He goes down to the mat and the ref gets down
to make a count, that’s not the case. KRENSHOV takes some of the chain off of himself, giving him some slack, he then picks Young up off of the canvas
and begins to choke him with the chain!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kenny is dead set on winning this match. He said he was going to use the chain and so far he has fulfilled his promise! Thomas Young is starting
to look blue!

KRENSHOV lets him go and Young falls to the mat, he goes in for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out after two from Thomas Young, who begins to get to his vertical base. Facing each other, KRENSHOV puts the chain around Young’s neck, however, this
time he is not being choked. Thomas Young, expecting to be choked again, sends a few right hands to the face of KRENSHOV and then sends a swift kick to
his gut doubling over the big man. Young then gives KRENSHOV a knee to the head, and then lands a big DDT! KRENSHOV is down and Young begins unraveling
the chain from his body. He now has the chain in his hand and begins whipping KRENSHOV with it!

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that bringing that chain could be a bad decision on Kenny Krenshov’s part. Young is beating him with that chain.

KRENSHOV is laying on the mat writhing in pain after each time the cold, hard steel chain smacks against his body. Young goes down to the mat and sits KRENSHOV
up; he then wraps the chain around his neck and begins to choke him! Thomas Young is yelling at KRENSHOV as he pulls on the chain. Young continues yanking
on that chain, but now KRENSHOV begins to get up. He gets to one knee, Young’s grip on the chain begins to loosen, he makes it to his feet and the chain
slips from Young’s hands completely. Thomas Young rarely looks afraid, however right here he looks shocked that KRENSHOV is standing. He begins to lay
in rights and lefts to the big man’s body, and KRENSHOV merely shoves him to the mat. He then picks up the chain and again wraps it around his fist. He
grabs Thomas Young by his hair and begins to hammer him with right hands to the face. One, two, three, four, and Thomas Young is split wide open. KRENSHOV
lets go of Young, and Young falls to the canvas and his bloody mask for a face stains the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kenny Krenshov is dismantling Thomas Young. That chain appears to be Young’s worst nightmare this time around.

KRENSHOV now begins to whip Thomas Young with that chain. The chain hits his skin and Young lets out a scream. KRENSHOV continues to whip Young’s ribs,
over, and over, and over. He stops whipping Young and begins to lay in stomps to his ribs. Young tries to escape by rolling away, but to no avail, KRENSHOV
continues to be on the offensive. He goes down to the mat and grabs Thomas Young by the hair again, this time he does not have the chain wrapped around
his fist, and he wraps the chain around Young’s neck choking him, and at the same time he lays in right hands to Thomas Young’s bloodied face. KRENSHOV
releases the chain and goes for a cover. Referee Dale McDonald gets down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-FOOT ON THE ROPES!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is battered, but he still has the awareness to know where he is in the ring and how to use the ropes.

KRENSHOV punches the mat, stands up, and the kicks Young’s foot off of the rope. He picks up Young and whips him into the turnbuckle. KRENSHOV takes his
time as he walks over to the slumped Young. He grabs him by the hair and tries to land a right hand to the face but Thomas Young blocks it and lands a
right hand of his own. KRENSHOV tries for another right hand, and another block and right hand returned from Thomas Young. Young gets out of the corner
and lands several more hard right hands sending KRENSHOV staggering backwards. He gives KRENSHOV a boot to the stomach, doubling him over. Young hits the
ropes and lands a HUGE BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! That move sends KRENSHOV to the mat. Thomas Young goes to the outside and picks up a steel chair. He gets
back in the ring and flashes the chair to the fans and receives a wave of boos.

KRENSHOV begins to get to his feet; his is on one knee and is holding the ropes. Young walks over to KRENSHOV and nails him in the head with a powerful
chair shot that echoes throughout the building. KRENSHOV is still on one knee though. Young looks surprised, so he hits him again with an even more powerful
shot to the head. This one sends KRENSHOV to the mat splitting him open. Thomas Young takes the chair and throws it down in the middle of the ring. He
then walks over to KRENSHOV and picks him up. Young brings him over to the middle of the ring. He gives KRENSHOV a kick to the stomach and lands a HUGE
EXPLODER DDT ON THE CHAIR!

ROB MARTINEZ: THAT HAS TO BE IT! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

Thomas Young goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Right as Dale McDonald’s hand came down for the three count KRENSHOV kicked out. Thomas Young looks up at the referee in shock and anger, and he smacks
the mat three times. Dale McDonald simply looks at Young and tells him he kicked out. Thomas Young has a look in his eyes now that is not good. He looks
sadistic now, similar to the look that was in KRENSHOV’s eyes at the beginning of the match. KRENSHOV is lifted up off of the mat and Young tries to kick
in the stomach again, trying to set up for the Shades of Death. KRENSHOV grabs his foot and hits Young with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE! Both men are bloodied,
battered, exhausted, and are on the mat. KRENSHOV crawls over to the ropes and uses them to help him get to his vertical base. Young is on the other side
of the ring trying to use the rope to get up. Who can make it to their feet first? KRENSHOV does, and he has the chair! Thomas Young makes it to his feet,
and he has the chain!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be interesting!

Young makes his way over to KRENSHOV and tries to whip him with the chain, KRENSHOV ducks. The chain passes Kenny Krenshov and then he uses the chair on
Thomas Young and hits him with a thunderous shot to the head! Young staggers backwards and falls against the ropes. KRENSHOV walks over to Thomas and he
still has the chair in hand. Young is leaning against the ropes, and KRENSHOV hits him with another HUGE chair shot to the head sending Young out of the
ring! KRENSHOV follow Young out of the ring. He whips him into the stairs to the ring and Young lets out a wail. KRENSHOV slams Thomas’ head into the stairs
and then picks him up above his head like a military press. KRENSHOV then drops Thomas Young ribs first ACROSS THE BARRICADE! Young lets out yet another
scream in pain. KRENSHOV then rolls him back into the ring, and slides into the ring. The crowd cheers for KRENSHOV who goes down to the mat to try and
make a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-YOUNG JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: How did Thomas Young kick out?!

KRENSHOV looks noticeably frustrated and downright pissed off. Both men are spent, but KRENSHOV is not going to walk out of this building, or even this
ring, without winning this match. He steadily gets to his feet, Thomas Young hoists himself up using the ropes. Young gets to his feet and leans against
the ropes using them to help hold himself up. KRENSHOV walks over to him and set up for the Total Eclipse. A boot to the stomach of Young, and KRENSHOV
lifts him up in the air. Thomas Young counters! He falls to his feet behind KRENSHOV and he goes for the roll-up pin! No, he sets up for the HOLLYWOOD
DEATHLOCK!

ROB MARTINEZ: CAN HE LOCK IT IN?

Thomas Young locks it in! KRENSHOV crawls towards the ropes, reaching out. Thomas Young pulls the big man away from the ropes and to the center of the ring.
KRENSHOV again makes his way to the ropes, he’s not going to get there, and he knows it. Since he’s not getting to the ropes he just uses his powerful,
long legs and forces Young off of him breaking the hold. KRENSHOV gets up and so does Young. Young comes running at KRENSHOV right into a HUGE POWERSLAM.
KRENSHOV gets up and begins stomping away at Thomas Young’s ribs. He then walks over to the chain and picks it up, he wraps it around his fist again. He
picks up Thomas Young and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle, he then follows it up with a big running splash! Young is dazed in the corner and KRENSHOV
refuses to let him breath for even a second. He is still on the offensive, and is battering Young’s ribs with lefts and rights, his right hand with the
chain. Young is writhing in pain as his ribs were softened up earlier this match. He then sends several hard shoulders into Young’s ribs. KRENSHOV has
that look in his eyes like he did at the beginning of this match. He goes away from the ribs and back to bloodying Young’s forehead with right hands with
the chain.

KRENSHOV throws Thomas Young out of the corner and he falls to the mat. KRENSHOV signals to the crowd that this match is over. He picks up Thomas and puts
him in a BEAR HUG!

ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas’ ribs were softened up a whole lot in this match, and I can only believe that Kenny Krenshov knew that it would come down to this one
maneuver at the end of the match.

KRENSHOV has it locked in and Thomas Young is being thrashed back and forth in this bear hug. Thomas screams in pain as his ribs have sustained much damage
throughout the match. The referee, Dale McDonald, checks on Thomas Young, he is motionless in KRENSHOV’s huge arms. KRENSHOV begins thrashing him about
again. Young is still in a great amount of pain as he is being clutched in this hold. KRENSHOV takes Young and SLAMS HIM TO THE CANVAS! KRENSHOV GOES FOR
THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, KRENSHOV!

ROB MARTINEZ: IT’S OVER! WHAT A BRUTAL MATCH, KENNY KRENSHOV WINS IT! Young is on the mat gripping his ribs, he sustained much damage as did KRENSHOV, but
ultimately KRENSHOV won the match.

KRENSHOV walks over to Thomas Young and scoops him up off of the match and props Thomas Young up in the corner. Smiling sadistically, KRENSHOV smacks Thomas
on the chest and says “It’s done, now we’re even.” He then exits the ring to a huge ovation from the crowd. KRENSHOV is still bloody, as is Thomas Young,
who is now slumped down in the corner. KRENSHOV heads to the back, and shortly after that Young rolls out of the ring holding his ribs. Young is immersed
in a sea of boos as he gingerly walks back to the locker room.

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“Gimme Back My Bullets” hits, and you better believe the southern crowd gets on their feet for the Raleigh natives!

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is a tag team Three-Way Dance! Introducing first at a total combined weight of four-hundred and ten pounds… Ryan and Robert,
the REBEL BROS!

The Bros hit the ring and look ready for action, slapping each other on the chests. Man up. The music cuts off, replaced my “My Old Kentucky Home.” Crowd
gives a mixed reaction, which becomes more boos as the big man Matthew comes out. He half-drags the eye-candy Mandy to the ring as Johothan follows.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing next, at a total combined weight of five-hundred and sixteen pounds! Accompanied to the ring by Mandy, they are “American Nightmare”
Matthew Kurtis, “The Bluegrass Heart-Throb” Jonothan Kurtis… the BLUEGRASS MAFIA 2.0!

Watch out Jenny, this one isn’t waiting to get started! Robert and Ryan slide out of the ring and charge the BGM before the bell even sounds! Jenny bails
from the ring and the referee shrugs, ringing for the bell. WATCH OUT! Ryan Rebel grabs Jonothan Kurtis EXPLODAAAAAAAA! RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE! Robert Rebel
isn’t having the same luck with Matthew Kurtis. Robert jumps at Matt, caught, slammed SPINE-FIRST onto the guardrail! Oh my God! Ryan from behind! Dumps
Matt into the front row as the fans scatter. Ryan is in the ring… SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS INTO THE THIRD ROW!

Shame Matt got the hell out of the way. Ryan takes out chairs and lands in a heap as the crowd chants “HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!” Matt grabs a steel chair and
tees off on a rising Robert, good frigging lord. How you like him now? Matt tosses a bleeding Robert back to the aisle-way, following over. He tosses his
man into the ring. Jonothan, holding his neck, is back up… what’s this? Matt slams his man down, Jonothan hits a 450 splash! Yikes! No cover though,
instead Matt roughly yanks the man up, putting Robert on his shoulders! Jonothan back up to the top rope, it’s going to be a KURTIS KRUSHER Doomsday Device…
ROB MARTINEZ: Hold the phone! Here come the CABS! Steven Wylde from behind on Matthew Kurtis! He just clipped the big man’s knee ACE! Ace Adams just shoved
Jonothan all the way to the floor! Wait a minute, Ace in the ring, he has Robert in a bearhug, watch out for Ace — Robert Rebel, Censor THIS! Wylde covers
one, two, three!

JENNY JERSEY: The Rebel Brothers. have been eliminated from the match!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans here in Charlotte do NOT like that! CABS just stole the pinfall after Bluegrass Mafia did all the work … and uh oh. The big Matt
is up!

Up he is! Ace sics Wylde on Matt, charge BIG BOOT. Good lord! Matt Kurtis wants Ace Adams, and while the crowd aren’t huge “Nightmare” fans, they sure as
hell love seeing Ace Adams get his! Ace begging off, trying to reason with Matt… and then ROSIE CHEEKS attacks Matt from behind!

Uh.

Matt doesn’t even notice.

Rosie jumps up on Matthew’s back and tries to choke him out, but he casually bends forward and dumps her on her ass. Rosie, shocked, gets up and starts
chewing out Matt SLAP. She just slapped Matthew Kurtis on the face! The smirk leaves Matt’s face, but before HE can do anything!

MANDY IS IN THE RING!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: CATFIGHT! CATFIIIIIGHT! CAAAATFIIIIIIGHT!

Mandy slaps Rosie Cheeks! Rosie slaps Mandy! THEY ATTACK! Mandy and Rosie Cheeks rolling around the canvas as Matt looks on in amusement. Ace isn’t so pleased,
yelling at Rosie — Jonothan, from outside, grabs Ace’s leg and pulls him to the outside! Ace and Jono going at it! In the ring, Matt finally has had
enough and pulls both women up, trying to keep them apart — good luck! Matt pushes his woman aside and then… puts Rosie Cheeks over his knee! Oh dear
God. The fans go crazy! Wrestling Fans: All about the sexism! Let’s go to Rob Martinez for this epic call!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well… after that spanking, she certainly will have “rosy cheeks!”

Thanks Rob, always good for the obvious statement that everybody is thinking but nobody says. But that’s enough games. Matt dumps Rosie out of the ring
semi-gently and turns back to Steven Wylde. Wylde has recovered though, firing a shot in the mid-section! Wylde hooks his man up, he’s going to try a Fisherman’s
Brainbuster on Matthew Kurtis… nothing doing. Matt refuses to go over, then HAMMERS Wylde down with a big forearm shot. Wylde stumbles off, hits the
ropes for some momentum RIGHT INTO A SPINEBUSTER THAT SHAKES THE RING! Matt says it’s over, runs to the ropes for his Yakuza Kick — and tumbles out the
hard way as Ace pulls down the top rope! The big man lands hard! Ace grabs Jonothan Kurtis and rolls him into the ring, Jonothan looks dazed, Ace must
have done a number on him outside the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not entirely sure what went on… but I think Adams nailed the Fully Censored maneuver on the concrete! Jonothan is dazed, wait a minute,
here it comes again! Censor THIS! Not again! Matt trying to get in the ring, Wylde kicks him in the face! One, two, three! Can you believe it?

JENNY JERSEY: Bluegrass Mafia have been eliminated, the winners of the match… C.A.B.S.!

C.A.B.S. head out, joined by Rosie as they head up the aisle. Rosie looks mortified from the spankings, but Ace is grinning like an evil genius. Matt checks
on Jonothan, he doesn’t look happy. He NEVER looks happy, but that’s besides the point.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like them or hate them, C.A.B.S. just took this match in two straight falls. They earn a REBEL tag team title shot, and boy, Team TNA is going
to have to watch out for these conniving “watchdogs.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for one fall, and will be contested under PURE HONOR rules! Meaning that each man will have three rope breaks throughout
the match. Once all three rope breaks are used, the ropes are in play. You get a warning for using a closed fist. A second closed fist, and you lose a
rope break. If you have no rope breaks and you throw a punch, you will be disqualified. There is a strict twenty count outside the ring…

The fans are getting restless already, with someone shouting “Let the fight already!”

JENNY JERSEY: And now, the competitors!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men will have to work very hard tonight to win this crowd over.

A brief cheer, until the Wu Tang Clan starts up..

JENNY JERSEY: First, making his way to the ring area, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. he is accompanied by Enzo.
Ladies and gentlemen: Murcielago!

Loud boos for the former Carolinas champion. However, his opponent is liked even less.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, representing NAPW. He hails from Staten Island, New York, and weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds! Ladies and
gentlemen: “Simply Wrestling” Andrew Rossi!

The fans in Charlotte manage to drown out Metallica. Rossi makes his way to the ring, looking slightly beat up after the House of Horrors last week, but
still ready for a fight. The two men meet centre ring, and referee Dale McDonald makes sure the wrestlers remember the rules of the match. He rings the
bell, and the two men lock up. Rossi gets a headlock, which Murcielago pushes out of. Rossi hits the ropes, and runs into a shoulder block. Rossi goes
down, Murc covers, but only gets a one count. Rossi to his feet, manages a hip toss on Murc, then slaps on an armbar. Rossi keeps Murc center ring, away
from the ropes, and pulls back on the arm. Murcielago tries to roll out of it, but Rossi keeps his grip. Murc tries to turn onto his side to lessen the
pressure, but Rossi turns with him, keeping the hold tight. The fans are getting restless, as Rossi tries to wear down, rather than pummel his opponent.
ROB MARTINEZ: Great mat wrestling by Rossi. He’s showing sound technical knowledge here. But REBEL fans expect something a bit different from their matches…
Murcielago finally breaks out of the armbar, and throws a punch at Rossi! This gets a brief cheer, but then McDonald gets in Murc’s face…

JENNY JERSEY: Murcielago has been issued a warning for using a closed fist!

Boos. A lot of them. Murcielago rolls his eyes as he turns around, and gets a headlock takedown from Rossi! Rossi smirks and tightens his hold on Murc’s
head, slowing things down even more. A “Boring” chants starts. Rossi shouts out: “It’s called wrestling, jackasses!” as he tries to squeeze the life out
of his opponent. Murcielago grabs a handful of tights and pulls Rossi back into a pinning situation! One.. two… Rossi kicks out of it, and keeps the
headlock applied! Murc tries the same tactic again! One.. two.. Rossi kicks out, and keeps the hold applied! Murcielago pushes to his feet, Rossi keeps
a hold on things, until Murc thrusts his fist into Rossi’s back!

JENNY JERSEY: Murcielago has been penalized his FIRST Rope break!

Murcielago looks annoyed at losing his rope break, and frustrated with how things are going. Rossi gets his bearings and comes after Murc…

CRACK

Murcielago with a stiff palm strike- perfectly legal, that finally gets a pop from the fans. He follows up with a side slam, driving Rossi into the mat.
While Rossi is down, Murc drops a knee across the small of Rossi’s back! Rossi yells in pain…

then Murcielago slaps on a surfboard stretch.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s not what the fans want to see.

Indeed, the wrestling is sound, but most people here came to see hardcore wrestling, in particular a scaffold match. What they’re getting right now? Is
not what they’ve been waiting for. More boos and “boring” chants, as Murcielago works the back of Rossi. Rossi tries to fight out of it, rather than use
a rope break, but Murc has a size and strength advantage, which is working well here. Rossi finally manages to slip free of the hold, only to get hauled
back up and spinebustered to the mat! Murc covers! One.. two.. Rossi gets a foot on the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Andrew Rossi has used his FIRST rope break!

ROB MARTINEZ: These men are even up now, each having lost one rope break!

Rossi holds his back as he rises, only to be bent over by a boot to the gut, then picked up for a powerbomb! Murcielago ready to drive Rossi through the
ring… Rossi reverses with a hurricanrana! Murc hits the mat, Rossi quickly hits the ropes, and comes off with an elbow drop. He covers! One… two…
Murcielago kicks out! Rossi with a stiff kick to the head of Murc, then hits the ropes again and nails a rising Murc with a lariat! Murcielago falls to
one knee, allowing Rossi to slap on the Painkiller! He pulls back on the arm, and Murcielago instinctively reaches for the ropes…

JENNY JERSEY: Murcielago has used his SECOND rope break!

Enzo is beside himself, and Murcielago looks seriously pissed off right now. Rossi has a smirk on his face as he tries to get another hold locked in…
CRACK

A perfectly legal headbutt from Murcielago. Rossi is rocked hard, and Murc attacks. Enzo yells out encouragement (and reminds him not to punch) as Murc
DDT’s Rossi to the mat. A cover only gets two, as Rossi has enough to kick out. Keeping the advantage, Murc hauls Rossi back up and drops him back down
with a belly to belly suplex. Again Murc goes for a cover, and again only gets two. Rossi tries to crawl out of the ring, but gets dragged back to centre.
Murcielago tries to hyper extend Rossi’s knee, but Rossi manages to get a boot to Murc’s gut. Murc lets go of Rossi’s leg, allowing Rossi to get to his
feet, and nail a… Murc counters a Super Kick attempt, locking on a chokeslam! Rossi driven to the mat! Murcielago covers! One… two… Rossi with a
foot on the bottom rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Andrew Rossi has used his SECOND rope break!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rossi knows the rules inside and out, and he’s very stingy with his rope breaks, so you know Murc would have had him there!

Small comfort for Murcielago, who waits for Rossi to get to his feet, then EXPLODES on him with a clothesline! Rossi knocked flat on his ass, and Murc doesn’t
let up. He drags Rossi to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckles! He follows him in with an elbow, then lays in with forearm smashes! The crowd cheers
a bit as Murcielago unleashes an unmerciful barrage! McDonald tries to break it up, but is ignored. He starts the count. One… two… three… four…
five… Murcielago won’t let up…

JENNY JERSEY: For ignoring the referee, Murcielago has been penalized his FINAL rope break!

Murcielago tries to argue his way out of it, but to no avail. Ropes breaks are unavailable to him now.

So that means he has to win this fast. Rossi pulls himself up with the ropes, only to be booted to the gut and slammed into the turnbuckles. Murcielago
with a stiff chop! And another. And another! He hits one more before McDonald gets to five, and backs away. Rossi staggers out of the corner, and gets
powerbombed to the mat! Murcielago with a cover! One… two… Rossi barely gets a shoulder up! Enzo is a bit incredulous at this, but Murcielago seems
to take this as a sign he needs to punish Rossi more. He hauls Rossi up for another powerbomb… Rossi tries to fight his way out of it… he thinks twice
of using his fists, but tries to rana him again… Murc snaps him back up… Rossi tries to go over and roll him up… Murc grabs him by the throat and
hauls him back into position again… Rossi tries to grab the ropes… Murc turns away and drives him into the mat with DEFCON 1! Murcielago with a cover!
ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- ROSSI with his foot on the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Andrew Rossi has used his LAST rope break!

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man has any rope breaks left! They both have to be very careful from here on out!

Indeed, Murcielago drags Rossi away from the ropes, and sets him up for the Drop Top! He has Rossi up… Rossi slips out of it, and drops behind Murc, and
garbs the Heel Hook! Rossi trying to lock it in! Murcielago uses his free leg to kick Rossi in the face and break the hold! Rossi stumbles back, and Murc
flattens him with a roaring elbow! Rossi hits the mat hard, Murc wastes no time and hauls Rossi back up for the Drop Top! Rossi grabs the top rope. Murcielago
tries to pull him off, but Rossi is holding on for dear life! Rossi finally loses his grip and Murc pulls away hard, but stumbles! Rossi slips out of Murc’s
grip and

SUPER KICK!

Murcielago is stunned, and knocked flat! Rossi with the cover!

One!

Two!

Murcielago with his foot on the bottom rope – that’s no good now!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner: “Simply Wrestling” Andrew Rossi!

ROB MARTINEZ: A great match between these two, but the rules wound up costing Murcielago here. Judging by the fan response, we may not see Pure Honor in
REBEL for a long time…

The fans are not happy with the finish. Rossi lets the REBEL fans know that they just witness a “wrestling” match, rather than a “garbage” match. Enzo is
yelling at the referee, who dutifully points out that Murcielago had no more rope breaks. Murcielago?

He’s angry. Very angry.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rossi may want to get out of the ring now!

Rossi turns around just in time to see Murcielago charge at him! Murc with a few stiff shots before Rossi decides to high tail it out of the ring! Murcielago
in hot pursuit! Rossi through the curtains, Murcielago is right behind him…

and from out of the curtains steps KRENSHOV.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell is he doing out here?

Krenshov may just answer that, as he has a mic…

KRENSHOV: Hey, Murcielago. Just thought you should know. Someone here isn’t happy with you. They’re not happy because of what you’re trying to do. They’re
upset because you’re trying to bring Pure Honor to a Hardcore promotion! So you better…

Murcielago has had enough of this and punches… Krenshov blocks! He boots Murcielago in the gut and lifts him up for a powerbomb on the concrete floor!
And now the fans are on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: A huge display of power by Krenshov to lift Murcielago! But who sent him out here? And what will this mean for Murcielago in the coming weeks?
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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is one fall to a finish, and is for the REBEL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The house lights dim as smoke begins to boil up from the entranceway. A pulsing beat hits the air as “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie begins to play
as a group of ravishingly beautiful women in hot pants and cropped halter tops rise from the smoke, moving in a sensuous provocative manner to the music.
The arena lights begin to strobe in sync to the music as the opening guitar riff hits its crescendo. The entrance explodes as spikes of red pyros fire
into the air. As a shower of red pyros rains down upon the stage, Jonathon Wehali steps through the entrance. Red war paint marks his face. Keeping his
eyes upon the ring, Jonathon makes his way down the ramp.

JENNY JERSEY: The challenger fighting out of Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at two hundred sixty pounds, and stands six feet nine inches tall. He
is JONATHON WEHALI!

Once at ringside Jon springs onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope, and flips over the top. The four corner posts of the ring erupt into an explosion
of red pyros as the song fades out, the stage once again in darkness as the Sex Girls return to the back as Wehali takes his corner to await the entrance
of his opponent.

I AM THE MAN!

And the champion walks through the entrance way, getting loud cheers. He is alone, just how he likes it. He doesn’t need anyone, he doesn’t want anyone.
Unless, you know, six guys start kicking his ass… then the Celt’s are a handy piece of talent to have around. Kyle looks smug, and it’s an arrogant smugness.
He enters the ring and is wearing the gold World title belt proudly.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. Fighting out of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada, he weighed in tonight at two hundred fifty nine pounds. He is the current
reigning, and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two world class wrestlers, fighting over a World title. Both on unstoppable paths. This match is going to go down, in history, REBEL history,
as one of the biggest World title matches ever. Buckle up baby!

Jimmie Johnson calls for the bell, and hands the REBEL World title belt to Jenny Jersey to place at ringside. Kyle Roberts and Jonathon Wehali go to the
center of the ring, as the crowd is in a complete and utter frenzy. No place anyone would rather be, than right here, right now, watching these warriors
face off. Wehali offers out his right hand in a show of respect. Kyle Roberts looks rather confused, and cautiously shakes the hand of the challenger.
They then circle each other and come together for a collar and elbow style lock up. The taller Wehali uses the length advantage to drive the World Champ
into the corner. Wehali unleashes a wicked back elbow to the head of Kyle Roberts. Kyle checks his head for blood, but doesn’t see any. Something else
he didn’t see was Wehali’s forearm coming toward his head. Kyle is groggy early. Jonathon Wehali steps back a bit and charges at Kyle with a lariat, but
Kyle reverses with a drop toe hold that sends Wehali’s head into the back part of the corner, hitting his head on the post part. Kyle rolls up Wehali,
and Jimmy Johnson counts…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Early going and Kyle is already looking to finish.

Wehali gets up quickly, as does Roberts. The crowd goes crazy with cheers for the champ who locks eyes with Jonathon, and then does his patent pending “Smarter
than you” pose! Wehali and Kyle tie up again, this time, Kyle using his left leg in between Wehali’s legs to trip the big man. Kyle wastes little time
hitting the ropes and bouncing backward with a BEAUTIFUL MOONSAULT, known specifically as the Lion Sault. Another cover by the champ.

ONE!

TWO! And that’s it. Quickly getting his shoulder up is Jonathon Wehali. Kyle gets up hits the ropes again, Lion Sault for the second time, but this time
Kyle’s ribs eat some Nightmarish Knees! The crowd “OOOO’s” as they see Kyle roll on the mat in pain. The artist formerly known as Orochi, and Nightmare,
rises to a great ovation. He stands over the champion, as Kyle tries to stand up. Wehali bounces off the ropes, SHINING WIZARD ON KYLE ROBERTS! Jonathon
Wehali makes his first cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE? NO!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle doesn’t lose his belt just yet, but with Wehali bringing a mixed blend of offense, is it just a matter of time?

Kyle Roberts is one resilient and hairy bastard! Well HE IS! Wehali is no rookie, he stays cool, calm, collected and calculating. Kyle tries sitting up
again, and receives a kick to the middle of his back. AGAIN! And one more for the charm, this one landing at the back of Kyle’s head! Wehali quickly picks
up Kyle by his head and throws him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. SLING BLADE! That’s Wehali’s version of a Catching Headlock Sleeper Hold Slam! A
cover!

ONE!

TWO!

A little too close to the ropes. Kyle places his boot on the bottom one, and the match continues. Wehali does seem a bit discouraged, wanting to end the
match early so he can celebrate with his family, but that will have to wait for now it seems. Kyle gets lifted to his feet, but he shoots off some elbows
to the midsection of Wehali. Kyle shoots Wehali into the ropes, and drops Wehali with a drop kick to the knees. Kyle gets up quickly, dropping a leg drop
to the back of Jonathon’s head. Kyle wastes little time fixing on a submission hold. This one in particular is the Camel Clutch. Problem with this hold?
Wehali’s legs are under the ropes. Jimmie Johnson asks politely for a break, but Kyle seems a little confused and keeps the hold on. He is arguing with
the referee, but finally relinquishes the hold. He stands up, then drops all of his weight to the back of Wehali. The back seems to be Kyle’s main focus.
Kyle kicks Wehali in the back, as Wehali begins to get up. Wehali gets on his feet, and Kyle throws another wild kick, and he is not the martial arts expert,
as Wehali grabs the leg with ease. He spins Kyle and quickly grabs on the KOJI CLUTCH! They drop to the ground. Several seconds past, as Jonathon Wehali
cinches on the hold. Kyle’s head is turning blue, no wait, it’s purple… yeah, purple! Jimmie Johnson picks up the left arm of Kyle Roberts after communicating
with him seems null and void.

THE HAND DROPS ONCE!

The crowd is on it’s feet. Could this be the last seconds of the title reign of Kyle Roberts!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A SECOND TIME!

The fans are stunned, and only one more time and it’s over!

ROB MARTINEZ: This could be it!

THE HAND DROPS FOR A THIRD TIME!

But a split second sooner, Jimmie Johnson notices Wehali’s foot is in the ropes. Sometimes it sucks to be tall. He voids the hand dropping, as neither man
can be in the ropes for a submission to be legit. Jonathon Wehali listens to Jimmie Johnson after releasing the hold. He simply nods, as to say, “Get the
fuck out of my way so I can finish this shit.” Wehali gets up, pissed off that his toe was under the ropes, and Kyle Roberts is still champ. Kyle is fighting
for air, and Wehali tries to make that a little tougher. He goes for the KATAHA-JIME! The Tazmission for folks who don’t know. Kyle is fighting it off,
and flips Wehali over. Kyle quickly puts on a Dragon Sleeper, to try and wear down the big man, and to catch his own breath. The crowd is watching a roller
coaster contest. Wehali tells Jimmie Johnson “NO”, as Jimmie asks for a date, wait.. no, he asks if Wehali wants to submit. Wehali uses his long legs to
his advantage, and KICKS KYLE IN THE HEAD! WHAT FLEXIBILITY! He just came straight up with it. Kyle is rocked backward. He charges at the rising Wehali,
who drop kicks Kyle. Kyle spills to the the outside with momentum. No count outs in REBEL. Unless Censorship rules are in effect that is. Kyle is propped
against the ringside railing, as fans give him love. Kyle still has a enough in him to let Wehali know that he is SMARTER THAN HIM!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts isn’t in any position to be doubting ones intelligence.

Wehali comes after Kyle Roberts and they start to exchange blows on the outside. Rights and lefts, lefts and lefts, lefts and rights, if they have a punch
combination it’s being used. Kyle takes the brunt of it, as he is six inches smaller… shorter… well, you know, than Wehali. Kyle takes another one,
and leans over the time keepers table. Kyle turns around and DING! KYLE BOUNCES THE RING BELL OFF THE SKULL OF WEHALI! A desperation maneuver if there
ever was one. The crowd doesn’t seem to mind at all, cause it’s classic Stylin’ Kyle. And it’s REBEL BABY! Kyle enters back into the ring, and awaits the
possibly concussed, but not bleeding challenger, Jonathon Wehali. Wehali finally arises, and rolls into the ring. Kyle wastes little time pouncing on the
challenger. He belts him with stick kicks to the head, and then sets up Wehali for THE POLAR-IZER! After blatantly stealing one of Prince Darko’s pet moves,
Kyle has the big man down, and COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE FOURTHS OF A COUNT, BUT THE SHOULDER SHOOTS UP! No moon walking just yet, as Kyle can’t seem to get a pin fall on the big man. Wehali is picked up
but he gets out of Roberts grasp and places a clinch on the back of Kyle’s head, then drives a knee into the forehead of Kyle Roberts. Kyle is rocked,
the is hit with the IDOLIZER! The spinning neckbreaker by Wehali and a cover.

ROB MARTINEZ: Could this be the end?

ONE!

TWO!

NO CIGAR!

The match continues, as Kyle fights off another attempted cover. A double axe handle to the back of Kyle’s head. A Koji Clutch? YES! Again he has it on,
but Kyle is in the ropes almost automatically. The hold is released, but Wehali doesn’t let the momentum leave him. He picks up Kyle in a wheel barrow
position, nailing a Belly to Back Wheelbarrow Facebuster, or as he calls it the CRASH THUNDER BUSTER! The cover? You betcha!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND!

ROB MARTINEZ: Everything being thrown at the champion, but nothing is getting those shoulders pinned!

Can Kyle Roberts survive this offensive attack? Kyle is stood up and he is put in the position for the Unprettier, but Kyle REVERSES IT! GRINGO KILLER ON
JONATHON WEHALI! Wehali is folded up like an accordion. Not sure if Kyle knows that move, or just did what came natural but it was effective. Kyle is slow
to cover, but finally does. The count.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

Kyle thought he had it. He really did. He picks up Wehali, and puts the big man on his shoulders. MOOSEJAW DRIVER? Nope, Wehali grabs the top ropes, as
Kyle was to close. Kyle is stuck… He tries doing the move over the top rope, but the death valley driver attempt is all for nothing. Wehali lands on
the apron, Kyle comes close, receiving a shoulder to the stomach. Wehali with a SUNSET FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE!

ONE!

TWO!

KYLE GETS OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Anyone up for a late dinner? It might be awhile folks!

This match is back and forth. Both men get up slowly, and Wehali swings at Kyle. Kyle ducks grabs Wehali from behind and nails a PRETTY GERMAN SUPLEX! Kyle
gets up, and looks at the crowd, like “enough of this shit’. He goes outside and grabs the ring bell again, but as he enters the ring, Wehali hits him
with a spinning wheel kick. The bell lands in the middle of the ring, and out of the hands of Kyle. Wehali picks up Kyle and boots him in the stomach.
He boots Roberts in the stomach and is looking for the BROKEN ARROW! That’s Wehali’s finisher, the Double-Arm Butterfly Package Piledriver. But Kyle wiggles
out and trips Wehali. He hangs on to the legs, turning the big man over.

BEAR TAMER!

Wehali is in the middle of the ring, and Kyle has it on good. Wehali balls up his hands and tries to crawl. He moves a few inches. A bout two feet short
of the ropes. Another surge by Wehali. Kyle tries to hold his footing. Wehali’s balled up fists, straighten out. Will he do it?

HE…

MOVES A FEW INCHES CLOSER!

Kyle can’t stop the sheer determination of the legendary Jonathon Wehali. He is a few inches away. Can he hold on an get those few inches? Can he?

HE

MOVES

CLOSER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will he tap out? NO HE WON’T!

HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

The crowd goes nuts and it seems like they want this match to last forever. Kyle releases the hold and seems deflated. He looks at Wehali, who is grabbing
the middle and top ropes to get up. Kyle seems to be a deer in the headlights and doesn’t know what to do to finish him. Well maybe one move can!

EMERALD FUSION!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!! NO! NOT YET, SHOULDER UP! JONATHON WEHALI JUST KICKED OUT OF EMERALD FUSION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle didn’t hook the leg, and seems to be kicking himself.

Kyle looks like he hasn’t anything left. Wehali is moving, barely, but still moving. The crowd is in a frenzy. Wehali gets up, and motions to Kyle to BRING
IT ON! The man will not die. Kyle goes backs to basics, with his arsenal emptied out, and they tie up. Wehali gets the advantage, and puts on a side headlock.
He rides Kyle down, driving Kyle’s head into the mat. Wehali gets up and positions himself behind Kyle Roberts. Kyle gets up, but probably shouldn’t. KATAHA-JIME!
Kyle is trying to get out. He can’t. He is fading.

Jimmie Johnson checks the arm of Kyle Roberts.

It goes down, but doesn’t matter, cause Kyle swings his left leg between Wehali’s legs and hits him in the gonads. The move is released, and Kyle sees the
doubled over Wehali. He notices the ring bell. He hooks him in an Unprettier?

ROB MARTINEZ: Some fans know this move as the Unprettier, but in the NAPW, fans know this as… ASTROCIDE ON THE RING BELL! What the hell is Kyle doing?
He just did Donovan Astro’s pet move!

The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, and STILL REBEL World Champion! STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!

Both men rise, Jonathon Wehali, much slower. He gave it his all tonight, but tonight was just a split second difference in who the champion is. Wehali stands
eye to eye with Roberts, and… extends his hand.

ROB MARTINEZ: Despite the bell being used, Wehali knew full well what the rules were in REBEL, and respects the match Kyle gave him. Kyle shakes Jonathon’s
hand, in a show of sportsmanship that doesn’t take place very often in REBEL.

Exiting the ring, telling the fans to cheer for Kyle, Wehali fades into the back. Kyle Roberts is on top of the World for one more…

VOICE: Kyle… way to go big man. You won again. But you see… we have a little bit of history, and since REBEL was kind enough to let me and Kenny finish
our business tonight, maybe they will two weeks in a row. It is little ol’ me.

The voice is Thomas Young, who emerges from the back, mic in hand.

THOMAS YOUNG: We fought and battle some when I was a member of the Crimes. And, you beat my partner… BUT YOU DIDN’T PIN ME! So mister, “I can beat everyone”…
how bout you give a real challenger a shot?

Roberts gets a mic from Jenny Jersey.

KYLE ROBERTS: I just defeated one of the best wrestlers in the World today. Now.. you want to come and challenge me, one week from now, for my belt? In
words of Al Bundy… LET’S ROCK! I’ll take on anyone, anytime. Just like I beat you next week, and whoever at Merrytime Massacre, then I’ll be champion
when I face Astros, and beat him TOO!

Kyle drops the mic. Young doesn’t seem to be impressed.

ROB MARTINEZ: A world title match next week? Kyle Roberts versus Thomas Young?

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“Stardust” by AKForty begins playing throughout The Grady Cole Center here in Charlotte, North Carolina as the crowd in attendance begin to boo, jeer and
just generally curse. Fortunately, ever the consummate professional, Jenny Jersey is ready in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is our main event for the evening and is a SCAFFOLD MATCH! Introducing first hailing from Hollywood, Florida.
He weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-eight pounds. DIO MUERTE!

Nothing.

A cameraman rushes backstage as the music dies down, but he doesn’t have to go very far. For just behind the curtain, the fight is on! There’s a dented
steel chair on the floor and a pissed looking Mark Kingston hammering away with forearm shots to Dio Muerte. Shot after shot, straight to the masked face.
But Dio ain’t going down. Kingston grabs his opponent by the back of the head as he tries to lawn dark him into the wall – NO! Dio puts his arms to block
before fighting back with a back elbow! Kingston staggers back, only to be caught by a boot to the midsection – DDT! Pancake style.

ROB MARTINEZ: We may have missed the start of this battle, but the war is still raging on!

Indeed it is. Dio is taking a moment to look for his bat, which he dropped in the scuffle. Ah ha! He’s found it, and not more than ten yards away – SPEAR!
Mark Kingston out of nowhere! He manages to take Dio down with that powerful spear, but Mark himself is up quickly. Oh my. He’s bleeding.

ROB MARTINEZ: That DDT has busted Kingston wide open, and now he’s wearing a crimson mask, folks!

He’s dragged Dio back to his feet and he’s pulling him away from the ring. Toward a food table. A few forearm shots for good measure before a boot to the
gut double Dio over as Kingston positions his opponent’s head between his legs – REVERSAL – and Kingston gets flipped through the table. Grits and ribs
fly everywhere as a few members of the REBEL Pro backstage crew gather around. And Dio’s off on the lookout again. He’s spotted something he can use in
a non-conventional manner, and damn it, he wants it. Kingston is beginning to stir after being back dropped through the table as he gets to his knees.
WHAM! Dio with a fire extinguisher! That’ll put the jitterbug into your brain. But Kingston is still upright. On his knees, but upright as Dio gets ready
to give him a blast of carbon dioxide – NO! Dio just got nailed with a silver platter! Right to the top of the skull. Both men are down momentarily, but
each get to their feet as Mark Kingston fires off a right hand. Only for Dio to respond in kind. And again. The Carolinas champ connects with an uppercut,
only for Dio Muerte to strike back. Head butt by Mark Kingston – and – a head butt back by Muerte! And another. Dio is firing off a string of head butts,
backing Kingston away down another corridor.

ROB MARTINEZ: These guys haven’t even hit the ring yet. This isn’t a match, it’s just a brawl.

Dio has his opponent by the back of the head as he’s dragging the champ down the corridor – throwing him head first into the vending machine! Needless to
say there’s not a lot of give in the vending machine, so Dio grabs a nearby trash can (one of the metal variety), which he wraps around Kingston’s cranium!
The champ is weary as Dio begins to climb … up the vending machine. He’s still got the trash can in hand as he leaps down – bringing the weapon down
across the champ’s back!

Mark Kingston begins to crawl away, but Dio is following him. Stalking him with just the lid from the trash can in his hand. He raises the lid up – NO!
Boot to the midsection by Kingston! He climbs back a vertical base and throws Dio into the wall! The two men are battling all around The Grady Cole Center
here tonight, but they’re heading somewhat towards the ring now. Kingston firing away with a variety of shots. Ax handles, forearms, uppercuts, chops.
Anything and everything – including that trash can lid – just to try and wear the challenger down … Oh my. They’ve reached the hotdog vendor! Irish whip
by Kingston, and Dio flies into the side of the hotdog cart, toppling it over! Hot dogs spill all over the floor, and the vendor flees the scene as Mark
Kingston drags his opponent back up to his feet – SPINEBUSTER – onto the hotdog cart! Accompanied of course by the sickening thud of spine meeting metal.
Dio is down, laid out across the cart as the champ is looking for another weapon. A ladder? It’ll do. The champ has the ladder in his hands as he jumps
forward – SQUASHING DIO between the ladder and vendor’s cart!

ROB MARTINEZ: These two are doing anything they can to put their opponent away. I’m not looking forward to when they reach the table-filled ring…

However, it appears that Mark Kingston took a bit of a bump in that ladder spot as he struggles to get back to his feet. Dio Muerte has rolled off of the
hotdog cart though, and you better believe he’s holding those ribs. He’s managed to get to his knees, but that final push seems to be eluding him right
now. That is, until he sees Kingston limping away towards the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: Both men are back to their feet, and it appears they’re actually coming this way. Here comes the champ!

Kingston emerges from the curtain, but he’s got Dio Muerte hammering away with rights and lefts. The blood is pouring from his forehead and the champ is
taking these shots in his stride as he back pedals down the aisle. Until he’s caught by a boot to the gut and hurled into the steel guard rails. Kingston
crumples to the floor as Dio grabs a fans’ Pepsi – and he chucks it in the champ’s face! It does get the crowd to boo him though, and one angry fan is
even demanding his five bucks back. Good luck, mate.

In the mean time, Dio is in complete control of this match now. He’s yanked the champ back to his feet via a handful of hair (and scalp) and he’s dragging
him towards the ring. Is he going to lawn dart Kingston into the scaffolding? If you said yes, you’d be right … However, Mark Kingston also thought as
much and managed to get a leg up to block! There’s a pop from the crowd as he delivers a stiff back elbow to the jaw of Dio Muerte before knocking his
block off with the BIG BOOT! Dio crumples to the floor as Kingston heads up top!

ROB MARTINEZ: And it’s Mark Kingston who reaches the scaffolding first, and he’s slowly but surely making his way up towards the platform!

Dio’s back up though. Kingston can’t have made it more than eight or nine foot up the scaffolding, which gives Dio a bit of a chance. He begins to climb
as well, and quickly catches up with his opponent. Dio lands a few shots to the kidneys, rocking Kingston – who responds with a boot to the shoulder! Dio’s
hanging on though – NO! Dio falls! It’s only a short distance but he lands hard … SPLASH!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Kingston putting his body on the line there with a big splash from ten foot up in the air! Is there anything these two men won’t do to
inflict more pain upon their opponent!?

Needless to say, both men are down.

And still down.

The crowd are starting a chant of “COME ON KINGSTON” *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* “COME ON KINGSTON” *CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP* – it’s working! Mark Kingston
is back on his feet, nearly. He’s grasping for the ring apron to try and get back up to a vertical base, but so is Dio! They both stand up at the same
time, but it’s Kingston who connects with a forearm smash. Dio reels back, but comes straight in with one of this one. And a knee to the midsection before
bouncing Kingston’s head off of the ring apron! And now Dio’s climbing the scaffolding. Fairly quickly too, much quicker than Kingston was earlier. Ten
foot. Fifteen foot. Twenty. Twenty-five. He’s all the way up top, and Mark Kingston is only just back on his feet.

Dio Muerte is beckoning his opponent, taunting him. Tempting him to go to the platform that’s hanging across the ring – CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! The champ is
on the scaffolding, and he’s climbing up! The crowd are on the edges of their seats, cheering in anticipation as the REBEL Pro Carolinas Champ, Mark Kingston
is ascending the steel structure. Slowly but surely until, yes! He’s reached the top! Dio charges, but he’s met with a hard right hand to the face! It’s
enough to knock him down, and give Mark Kingston the chance to stomp the crap out of him, but Dio’s hanging on! Kingston mounts his fallen opponent as
he begins to unload a series of rights and lefts – each one drawing a cheer from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio is at the mercy of the champ here, ladies and gentlemen … Wait, Kingston is flipping him over – KINGSTON CLUTCH! He’s locked Dio in
the KINGSTON CLUTCH!

That’s right! The modified camel clutch is locked in tight! Twenty-five foot in the air and Dio Muerte is locked in the dreaded Kingston Clutch – NO! A
masked man has run down the aisle and scaled the scaffolding in record time. Kingston releases his submission hold just in time to turn around – SUPERKICK!
The masked man just super kicked Mark Kingston!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell? Who is that?

Fortunately Kingston landed back on the platform, but the masked man is putting the boots to him. Wait. He’s reaching into his pants.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rope? Why does the masked man have rope?

The crowd are booing like crazy as the masked man creates a noose with the length of rope, tying one end to the top of the scaffolding. By this time Dio
Muerte has gotten back to his feet as well, and the two men, Dio and the masked man are putting the boots to Mark Kingston. He tries to get back to his
feet, but the blows keep raining down – LOW BLOWS! One to each Dio Muerte and the masked man!

ROB MARTINEZ: Desperate times call for desperate measures!

Dio falls as Kingston gets back to his feet. The masked man is feeling the effects of that low blow, just like he feels the boot to the midsection BEFORE
HE’S THROWN FROM THE PLATFORM!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! The masked man just got tossed from the platform by Mark Kingston! Whoever it is, he’s out of it!

But Kingston can’t enjoy it too long as Dio Muerte nails him with a low blow of his own! The champ is doubled over in agony as Dio connects with a fisherman
buster! The platform rocks upon impact, but it’s still suspended above the ring. Dio looks down off the platform o see the masked man out cold in a pile
of broken tables, and a new anger flares in the mad man’s eyes. He grabs Kingston by the scalp again, dragging him back to his feet – COUNTER-PUNCH! Kingston
lands one to the midsection! The crowd cheer as the champ nails a haymaker to the face of Dio Muerte! The challenger is holding on for dear life, clutching
to that vertical pole on the platform as Mark Kingston continues wailing away with stiff rights. Dio’s rocking, but he’s still holding on as Kingston swings
once again – DUCKED! Well, dodged, but Dio comes back with a hard shot of his own. It catches Kingston by surprise, as does the knee to the midsection
that follows! Kingston takes a step back and Dio grabs him back hair and pants and THROWS HIM FROM THE PLATFORM – AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCER’S TABLE! Jenny
Jersey and Rob Martinez scatter.

The crowd fall silent as Mark Kingston lies motionless among the broken shards of the announcer’s table.

Dio Muerte has just hurled his opponent, his enemy clear of the ring. Twenty five foot down, crashing through the announcer’s table. But the man himself
is climbing down the scaffolding. There’s an eerie silence as Dio climbs into the ring, whereupon he helps the masked man back to his feet.

IT’S. JEFF. JAMES! HE’S BACK! REUNITED WITH DIO MUERTE!

The duo go to the outside, and grab up the title belt. Dio looks at it, and simply lays on the chest of the unconscious, Mark Kingston. Dio grabs a mic.
DIO MUERTE: This shit between me and Marcus is done. Here’s your belt, I don’t need it anymore. Me and Jeff James, we going for the WORLD TAG TEAM BELTS!
Damn… TBA next week!

No Remorse – 10/09/2007

No Remorse
10/09/2007
6:35

The Jamil Temple in Columbia is standing room only. The crowd has already bought every piece of merchandise available. The crowd is rabid and a REBEL chant
begins.

6:59

Do you know where your girlfriend is? She’s probably lusting after Assman and Dr. Tittylover, or trying to get in Kyle Roberts locker room. Be damn sure
she is in attendance for NO REMORSE!

“Purple Haze” plays and outcomes Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey. Rob steps into the ring.

ROB MARINEZ: Two championships to be decided. Two qualifying matches for the Number One Contender’s Cup. One Censorship Rules tag match. One REBEL Street
fight! All this going on, and a contract signing for the “High Incident” Scaffold match… Fans, rest assured that after tonight, the REBEL wrestlers will
leave with absolutely… NO REMORSE!

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ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to the show! And what an opener we have for you here, a match for a shot at the Number One Contender’s Trophy at High Incident!

Click Click Boom hits the arena, and the newcomer David Williams is seen at the entrance ramp. He’s looking aggressive, and ready for a fight.

JENNY JERSEY: This match is one fall, win by pin or submission. Making his way to the ring now, from London, England, weighing in at -

And Jenny Jersey is rudely interrupted as Cocky blasts out, and the arena goes dark, showing a spotlight flying around searching for Chad Kurtis, finding
him at the back of the crowd, as he raises his hands and gets a fan reaction that almost equals that of The Assman and Tittylover. Chad can still dream,
though. Williams looks thoroughly pissed, as he rushes over the barricade to try and get at Chad, finding him and getting Chad’s arm in his face as a reward,
sending Williams rolling back down towards the barricade. A headlock into a suplex by Chad, sending Williams over the barricade but is straight back up,
and Chad follows it up by “spring boarding” off the barricade and landing a very hard Frankensteiner, Chad getting a bad bump on his neck too. Jenny uses
this time to scamper out and away from the ring, as Chad gets back onto his feet, and rolls Williams into the ring.

The bell sounds. Chad pulls him up, and hits a few forearm shots, sending Williams reeling into the turnbuckle, where Chad grabs the middle ropes with each
hand, and drives his shoulder in once, twice, and thrice! Huge pop from the fans as he bulldogs him out of the corner.

ROB MARTINEZ: Williams is putting up no fight at all here. That suplex and Frankensteiner took a lot out of him, let’s see if he can reco- Oh! A cheeky
gouge in Chad’s eye gives Williams a chance to get back on top of this match.

Williams applies the pressure with a twist of Chad’s arm, and jumps and yanks it down, as a scream from Chad can be heard. Followed by another twist, sending
Chad flipping over back first onto the mat, and Williams drops down and stretches his legs across Chad’s body, getting in an arm bar, and stretching the
arm back. Chad starts fighting out of it, attempting to kip-up, but Williams keeps him in position, still stretching on the arm. Chad quickly rolls over
and hits a punch directly into the gut of Williams with his spare hand, only just reaching, but taking away the pressure of his arm. Chad quickly up to
his feet, but favoring his other arm as he ducks a clothesline, and hits a dropkick sending Williams into the ropes, Chad dropping to the ground as Williams
hops over, and then leapfrogging over him, positioning himself so he takes Williams straight into a snapmare take down followed quickly by a headlock as
Williams is in a seating position. Williams is heard crying out, and Chad stands to his feet, releasing the headlock to hit a knee to the front of Williams’
face, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a dropkick to Williams’ face as he is sitting up, sending him flipping over backwards. Chad quickly rolls him
onto his back, and set him up mid ring, calling for the BME!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is what we like to see, a beautifully executed BME by Chad. He climbs to the second, makes the jump and springboards from third! And
Williams has moved! Nothing but mat for Kurtis.

Williams is back in control now, bringing Kurtis to his feet, and setting him up in the corner, moving to the other side and calling for a hard spear. As
he charges, Kurtis steps out through the ropes to the ring apron, allowing Williams to smash his shoulder into the post. A springboard into a sunset flip
taking Williams over. Williams rolls straight out and onto his feet, leaving Kurtis on the ground, who executed a Monkey flip as Williams runs back at
him, sending him backwards into the corner. Kurtis quickly back on his feet and locks Williams’ feet into a tree of woe!

ROB MARTINEZ: Unluckily for Williams, it seems Kurtis is completely on his game today. Williams seems to have no chance.

Chad is looking to end this, searching round outside for a chair. He folds one up, brings it into the ring, and places it on the mat in front of Williams’
face. From the opposite side, he charges at Williams, who quickly unhooks himself and slides out of the ring, as Kurtis just stops, and angrily kicks at
the chair. Williams takes a moment, to try and prove to the fans he outsmarted The Show, and as he turns around he gets a heap of Kurtis having executed
a suicide dive through the middle ropes, smashing into a barricade and toppling it over in front of the fans. Kurtis grabs a chair, folding it up, and
waits for Williams to get to his feet. Soon as he does, he throws the chair to Williams’ who catches it, and Kurtis hits a beautiful super kick right into
the chair, totalling Williams. Picking up what is left of his opponent, Kurtis throws him into the ring and places his head between his legs, making circle
motions with his hands.

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like we’re going to get the CK Finale here folks!

And Kurtis jumps up, flipping both him and Williams over, Kurtis landing in a sitting position as William’s drops right on his head and falls away from
Kurtis. The Show looks at the fans, then at the turnbuckle, then back at the fans, who all scream “YES!”. SO The Show does just that, stepping on the middle
rope, jumping to the top and flipping over, hitting a perfect BME on the body of Williams. And the referee counts…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: And the winner of the match, the man moving on into the Number One Contender’s Trophy match at High Incident, “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

And Kurtis takes his time, stepping up onto the corners and raising his arms for the cheering fans. Moving round all four corners, getting the fans going.
Finally he moves to Jenny Jersey, giving her a quick peck on the cheek (and making her blush in the process), climbing past the knocked down barricade
and exiting the way he came, back out through the hundreds of fans!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a way to start the show!

I won’t suffer, be broken
Get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing
I’ll give up what I
Started
And stopped
From end to beginning
A new day is coming
And I am finally free

ROB MARTINEZ: Six foot eight inches, three hundred and seventy pounds of a monster is walking, or charging to the ring. KRENSHOV IS BACK IN REBEL!

Indeed he is, and walks right up to the rising David Williams, who flips off the big man. KRENSHOV will not back up any, and David Williams attempts to
get by him. Kenny takes out a mic.

KRENSHOV: Someone sent me in here to give you a little message….

David Williams is kicked in the stomach and it gets followed up by… TOTAL ECLIPSE! David Williams looks to be dead.

KRENSHOV: DAVID WILLIAMS… YOUR TIME IN REBEL… JUST RAN OUT!

KRENSHOV goes and grabs a table, and sets it up outside. He goes in the ring, picks up the lifeless Williams’ and POWERBOMB OVER THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH A
TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: It might be early… but LET REBEL REIGN!

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Were back at ringside, as the ring as been covered with a black cloth and a table, with a red table cloth, has been setup for the contract signing. Soon
REBEL Pro owner Rick Garrett appears to a chorus of cheers as he makes his way to the ring, mic in hand.

“Stardust” by Akforty plays over the speakers as Dio Muerte, Dio-Lizer 5000 and all, steps out into the Jamil Temple to a mixed crowd. He doesn’t pay attention
to the crowd, but seems intent on getting something done. He swiftly enters the ring as “Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint takes over the speakers and Mark
Kingston, sporting the REBEL Carolinas Title on his shoulder, makes his way from the back. Dio looks on, intently, as Mark steps up the stairs and over
the ropes one leg at a time.

RICK GARRETT: Okay ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, we’ve had some problems regarding the Carolinas Championship for the last few months, and it has
caused the bloodiest feud in REBEL history… but that ends soon.. Because tonight we will all bear witness the the signing of the most dangerous match
in wrestling history… A SCAFFOLD MATCH!

The crowd loudly reacts to these words, singing in unison, “We want scaffolds!”

RICK GARRETT: But this match, in all it’s brutality and risk, would be nothing without the two men who will compete in this hellacious match. The two men,
Mark Kingston and Dio Muerte, have fought their hardest to gain the upper hand. But even with the title change, nothing seems to have changed between the
two. So before we get down to business, let’s hear what these men have to say. Dio?

DIO: This here is more than just a piece of paper, it’s a DEATH CERTIFICATE! It’s more then just a suspension of human beings, it’s a place where we all
die. I’ve died many times before. I have nothing to fear, but will you be in the same realm as I? Or will you be absent?

Dio looks straight in the face of Mark Kingston from across the table. Mark what does cialis contain stands up and does the same. Then Rick passes the mic to Mark and he raises
it to his mouth to speak.

MARK: Dio, I’m tired of your third world ramblings, I’m tired of trying to understand what the hell your saying, and I’m especially tired of your ugly ass
mask! Is it wise to talk about realms, when the one your in doesn’t even exist. You’re the past Dio, and I’m the present and the future! So live with it!
Dio comes from around the table and looks up into the Mark’s eyes, tears the mic from his hand. Neither violently react, but Dio begins to talk again.

DIO: It’s beautiful, that this rocket ship (points to himself) has gone into orbit and radio flyer over there is the fucking contradiction to its name.
Dio drops the mic and the two stare, now almost violently, into each other’s cold, hard eyes. Rick Garrett carefully picks up the mic. He goes to speak,
but Mark Kingston has already signed the contract, with Dio currently in the process. Dio finishes, and drops the clipboard to the mat. The two regain
their former cold glares.

RICK GARRETT: Okay, gentlemen, calm down. Ummm, security, get your asses out here!

A few security begin to walk to the ring, but the camera turns to see Dio and Mark already laying blows into each other’s skulls. Mark throws a haymaker
intended for Dio, but Dio ducks and Mark falls forward, taking himself and REBEL Pro owner, Rick Garrett, over the signing table setup in the ring. Dio
begins to pound on Mark’s dazed head as the security finally makes it to the ring and separates the two bulls, each making the usual quick dashes at the
other until Dio is pulled from the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: And we thought this rivalry couldn’t be taken any further!

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Starting off, standing at five-eleven and at a weight of one-hundred-eighty pounds.
From Napier, New Zealand.

Super Trooper begins to roar through the arena letting the fans know what time it is. Link Van Haggard blows through the curtains like a Hurricane. The
fans shout out to the top of their lungs and flash their “I LOVE YOU LINK” posters. He smiles at them back, which is just enough for the girls.

JENNY JERSEY: LINK VAN HAGGARD!

He enters the ring and gets in a couple of stretches.

JENNY JERSEY: He’s two-hundred-forty pounds and stands at six feet 4 inches. From Villahermosa, Tobasco, Mexico. EL REY DE CORIZONES!

Baila Cassanova begins to play, then it happens, El Rey de Corizones and his valet Montaña Rose come through the curtains. He waves to the crowd as walks
down the ramp and into the ring. On the apron he wipes his feet before entering the ring. Once in the ring, the two men meet in the center of the ring,
they shake hands and the ref calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The traditional tie up starts it off, El Rey slides Link into a head lock. Link brings the King over to the ropes, where he can slide out the lock in ease
and send him into the ropes. Rey comes over with a Clothesline, Link evades and runs into the ropes. He comes off strong with an Hurricanrana, an attempt
at least, Rey goes for the Powerbomb. The man battles his way out of it strong and applies a Sunset flip. The momentum causes El Rey to roll out of Link’s
grips, Rey returns with a dropkick to Link’s jaw. He brings the downed man to his feet and grabs him by the arm, he twists and moves towards the corner.
He’s now standing the top rope, he walks around, monitoring his balance and BLAM! SUPER ELBOW DROP connects. Link falls to the ground knee first, Rey,
very quick for his size, locks in a sleeper hold, he brings it down and places the scissors.

ROB MARTINEZ: He isn’t going far.

Link waves his arms around, he pulls on Rey’s arms, they’re locked in tight! Will he tap? No, not at all, he manages to place his foot on to the bottom
rope, the ref calls for the break up. Rey’s no fool, he does so, and walks over to Link to bring him to his feet. Quickly, Link grabs a hold of Rey’s head
and drops down for the Jawbreaker. Rey stumbles backwards a bit and rests on the ropes, Link rushes over for a suicidal clothesline. They topple over the
ropes and crowd loves it. Link gets to his feet first and rushes to get to the apron and waits for Rey to stand up. He does and gets sent back to the concrete
by the man in black jeans. Link jumps to his feet and taunts to the crowd who gives him energy. He picks up Rey and rolls him back into the ring. Link
brings up Rey and places him under his armpit before dragging him to the center of the ring. The arm is tossed over Link’s head, he is in the driver’s
seat, the Swinging Neck Breaker connects. Link crushes Rey on the mat and goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

Link picks the man up and sends him into the rope, Rey sends the sender to the ground and gives him a Heart Kick. The Mexico native pulls up Link, locks
in a Suplex. He keeps Link up there, the crowd is amazed by Rey’s strength. Link is sent into the mat, HARD. The impact of the crash shows the intensity
of Rey. He now rushes towards the rope and connects with a huge Lionsault.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: There is still some fight in this kid.

Rey opens his mouth, shocked at the fact he broke out. Montana redirects his attention back into the match. Rey brings Link to his feet and slips in the
Argentine Backbreaker Rack. Rey is determined to win this match, he places as much force as possible.

ROB MARTINEZ: I really don’t like Link’s odds in this move.

Link stuck in the middle of the ring, doesn’t have much choices of survival. With all that’s left, Link tries to elbow his way out of the hold. The elbows
begin to take a toll on Rey, and Rey knows what’s near, so he falls backwards, a modified Samoan Drop. The leg is hooked.

ONE

TWO

KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Link ain’t goin’ no where.

Both men now on their feet, they meet in the center of the ring again and another hand shake his made, but this one has more value. Before it was out of
sportsmanship, this one is out of respect. The crowd claps and cheers for the men, because the sense what the men sense.

They return to the wrestling by applying an elbow collar tie up much like in the beginning of this match. Rey has the control, oh no, Link has it now, nope
not anymore, wait yes he does and he keeps it. He adds a knee to the gut, a right to the jaw and an Irish Whip to finish. Upon returning, Link delivers
a mean drop kick that takes down the big man. Link drags the body closer to the ropes. Link stands on the apron now, he looks around at the crowd they
feel it. He asks for the energy and they give gladly. KENTA KNEE! Beautifully connects. Then a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREKICKOUT!

Link is shocked! The crowd is shocked! The ref is shocked! Montana is shocked!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, I’m shocked! Rey would probably be lying if he said he isn’t shocked.

But the match continues, regardless of how shocking anything was. Rey stands up tall, Link sends a left and it’s caught, literally caught. Link sends a
right foot, the leg is caught. Rey takes Link’s left hand and wraps the man’s hand around his own throat. Then Rey picks up Link by his right leg then
drops him down for one crazy looking DDT.

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn!

A pin for the win.

ONE

TWO

Or not. While everyone is shocked, Rey continues to work, he brings Link back to his feet before hitting him with a German Suplex. Then another German.
Can he hit a hat trick? Nope, not at all, Link locks his legs, Rey still tries to lift him up and he does. Link now locks his legs around Rey’s waist,
then he releases to hit Rey with a modified Bulldog. Link goes to the top rope for body splash, which successfully connects. He doesn’t go for the pin,
no, he runs to the ropes and comes off hitting Rey with a grounded Harlem Hangover. Rey’s body kicks up from the attack, he rolls away from Link to comfort
his throat. Montana pounds on the apron and looks into Rey’s eyes telling him he can do it, telling him to get back in there. Which he does, he bounces
off the ropes, Link tries for a Hurricanrana, no avail. Rey catches Link and brings him down with nothing but brute force for a Powerbomb. He doesn’t go
for a pin, he sends the lifeless Link to the corner and sits him at the top rope. Rey stands on the second, Link tries to battle his way out of a potential
Superplex, and he does. Rey hits the ground hard and falls into position. Link shoots off with his Bullet The Blue Sky. NO ONE HOME! Rey gets up from the
ground and brings Link up, who is clearly dazed away. TANG PASADO DEL AMOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will that be it?

ONE

TWO

THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Winner of the match, and facing Chad Kurtis at High Incident for the Number One Contender’s Cup… EL REY de CORIZONES!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s done it, he’s finally defeated Link. Good show by both men, so much heart, so much effort. The crowd was cheering Link through out, as
well as Rey. Not sure why they were crazy for Link.. must be because it’s a college town, and the kids love to drink here! Respect for there fellow drinker!
Montana enters the ring and celebrates with Rey. Link rolls out of the ring and returns with a cold metallic friend. He introduces Rey to his friend very
quickly. Montana becomes afraid but still tries to save Rey. There’s not much she can do, luckily security comes out and pulls Link away from Rey.

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ROB MARTINEZ: I just heard from Rick Garrett, that if Dio Muerte or Mark Kingston touches each other and it not being a sanctioned match between the two
men, they will be fired!

We switch to the cameras outside the Jamil temple in Columbia, South Carolina as a crowd of people has formed around Dio Muerte, shirt less and still banged
up from last week’s match, and Manny X, focused on Muerte. Referee Dale McDonald separates the two and Jenny Jersey walks into the center of the crowd,
looking into the camera.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a REBEL Street Fight! Therefore, the match will start outside
of the building, but to win you must pin your opponent inside the ring!

The small crowd chants for the match to begin as the competitors are already talking trash to one another.

JENNY JERSEY: First, from Hollywood, Florida and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty eight pounds… DIO MUERTE!

ROB MARTINEZ: The fans outside are definitely pumped up for this one. At least for once I get to stay away form such brutality.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty two pounds… MANNY X!

The crowd cheers for the fan favorite as Referee Dale McDonald is ready to start the fight. He quickly signals them to start as Dio rapidly makes the first
move, nailing Manny X across the face with a stiff forearm. He soon picks up Manny and drives him head first into the side of the Jamil Temple, almost
denting the hard plaster. Manny tries to recover, but Dio is more aggressive than usual and lays him out on the parking lot with a shuffle side kick. Dio
in a normal match be expected to make the cover, but he drags Manny X through the front door and into the front office, then he chucks him over a secretary’s
desk, sending some office supplies flying off the desk towards the wall.

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn, they’re even fighting in the offices!

Dio walks over the desk, but Manny surprises him with a pen to the forehead! Dio falls back on the desk, grabbing at his head. Manny walks past Dio, picking
up a small tree in a flowerpot and hurls it towards Dio, who manages to duck before it hits him. Dio charges and spears Manny and they both go barreling
through a wall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my god, Dio just speared Manny X through a wall!

Were now in a hallway as Dio is first to get and is followed by Manny, who kicks Dio in the gut and then follows up with a beautiful lariat as they both
rolls down a few steps. Manny soon arises and tears a picture off the hallway wall and smashes it over Dio head, leaving it dangling around his neck!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was an original I’m being told.

Manny soon finds another weapon, a 50 gallon water jug, and goes to nail Dio with it, but Dio manages to grab Manny and pick him up to his shoulder…

DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!

…ON THE WATER JUG!

Dio covers as Referee Dale MacDonald tells him to get it in the ring.

Manny X soon ascends to his feet and attempts to get Dio in a headlock, but Dio lays into Manny with repeated shots to the chest, leaving an impression
of his fist. Dio picks Manny up in a vertical suplex and lays him out with a brain buster near the locker rooms. The two begins to brawl unceremoniously
into the locker rooms and a few dressing wrestlers are startled as they brawl. Dio, showing the same aggressiveness as earlier, head butts Manny a few
times, then finishes off with a kick to the nuts as Manny falls to the locker room floor. Dio notices a table covered in towels and swipes them off, leaving
only the familiar wood table were all used to. He lays Manny X across the table and sets two benches on top of each other and dives…

FROG SPLASH… THROUGH THE TABLE!

Dio can’t cover, but quickly goes back on offense by laying into Manny some more, then dragging him out the locker rooms and through a door leading to the
ring. But they don’t show up on the entrance ramp, instead they are amongst the small crowd left in their chairs, who quickly move. Dio goes to throw Manny
into the sea of chairs, but Manny manages to break free and send Dio to the floor with a European Uppercut. Manny brings Dio to his feet and drags him
by the mask to the barricades and heaves him over them, Dio crashing into the steps back-first!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny is showing some ruthlessness! Aw man, now their coming near me!

Manny soon shouts at Rob to move as he pushes Dio up the stairs and pulls the table closer to the ring. He threads both of Dio’s arms between his legs and
signals for the end, but Dio fights out and kicks him in the shin and throws him over the ropes and into the ring. Referee Dale McDonald signals that cialis for sale a
pin can finally happen as the end draws closer.

Dio soon has Manny trapped in the corner with a forearm pushed against his neck, but Manny manages to slide free and lay into Dio with three large shoulder
blocks in the turnbuckle. Dio ducks and sends Manny into the ropes, he comes back and is met with a stiff clothesline that takes him to the mat! Manny
is now bleeding from the head as Dio lifts up the ring apron and pullout large ladder and slides it into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh man! Dio has a weapon, someone please help us!

Muerte soon jacks Manny’s jaw in by using the ladder, and Manny falls back into the corner. Dio swiftly positions the ladder in the corner and dropkicks
it into Manny’s already bloody face. Dio Muerte seems in control as he picks up Manny X, but Manny quickly slams Dio down on the canvas with a Half Nelson
Suplex!

ROB MARTINEZ: Manny covers! But no, he couldn’t get it! Wait? What’s he doing now? He’s setting up the ladder and has Dio on his back! He looking towards
my announce table! Oh no, I better move!

Rob Martinez soon drops his headset and runs out of the way. Dio soon fights his way off Manny’s back and sets up on the other side of the ladder. Dio and
Manny are trading shots with one another, but Dio is the more aggressive, and soon begins to head butt once again. Manny teeters, but doesn’t fall off.
They both seem to be going for a bulldog off the ladder at the same time because they both jump off, and…

CRACK!

Both men crash through the table on the outside as the fans, now back in their seats, begin ”holy shit” chants and remain in awe as Rob Martinez picks up
his headset and sets his chair backup. Both men lie there, but Dio is the one who seems to have taken the lesser painful spot of the fall, because he is
first to move. Manny doesn’t move, but Dio is beginning to slowly rise and finally makes it to his feet. Manny barely begins to move as Dio Muerte shoves
Rob Martinez off his chair and takes it into the ring. We can now see Dio’s arm and part of his bare chest are bloody, as well as Manny crawling up the
steps. Dio sets up the chair in the center of the ring and pulls Manny off the mat, and sets him up for a Powerbomb.

ROB MARTINEZ: What I give to this business is unthinkable.

Dio lifts Manny up, but Manny manages to slip free and kick Dio in the gut. He then attempts to get Dio in position for his finisher, but Dio also slips
free and nails a kick to the gut.

Dio applies an Inverted Facelock…

He jumps once…

DEMORTALIZER!

ON THE STEEL CHAIR!

The crowd goes into a frenzy as Dio rolls Manny off the crushed chair and lays and arm over him. Referee Dale McDonald counts…

ONE!

No sign of movement from Manny X!

TWO!

The crowd is in an uproar!

THREE!

The bells sounds as Dio Muerte’s hand is raised by referee Dale McDonald.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… DIO MUERTE!

Dio pulls away and slowly exits under the ropes and searches for something under the ring. He pulls out the Dio-lizer 5000! Soon he’s back in the ring as
Manny X has just sat up with help from officials. He doesn’t wait for Manny to rise to his feet and…

TH-WHACK!

Dio nails Manny in the arm with the Dio-lizer 500 as blood pours from the large cut. Dio shrugs off officials and begins going ape shit, bashing Manny’s
arm in with his patented weapon. Manny cries in agony as Manny continues, that is, until a mass amount of security run to the ring and pull Dio off Manny.
All the while being pulled out of the ring, Dio is kicking and acting wild at the security, who try their hardest to keep him at bay.

ROB MARTINEZ: This looks bad for Manny X. That arm looks so severely cut, and maybe fractured. I don’t think, even with the world’s best doctor or blood
made of steel, that you could compete for weeks, even months, after that. That damn Dio Muerte, damn him.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Another announcement by Rick Garrett states that for interest of “hardcore” he has entered Mark Kingston into the Supershow Tournament. One
last chance for Dio and Kingston to face off before they battle one last time… in the Scaffold match!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the REBEL Pro Carolinas Championship!

The crowd cheers and “Fuel” by Metallica begins playing out the speaker system.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, the challenger, from Clinton, Maryland, he weighs in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… “HIGH OCTANE” WILL ZALUKI!!!
Will Zaluki makes his way to the ring, sporting a Bluegrass Mafia T-shirt, accompanied by Daniel Dennis. Zaluki enters the ring and fires up the crowd before
tossing his shirt into the second row. Then “Bullet With A Name” by NonPoint hits the speakers…

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing next, from Richmond, Virginia, he weighs in at two hundred seventy-two pounds, and is the current reigning and defending Carolinas
Champion… MARK KINGSTON!!!

Mark Kingston struts confidentially to the ring, in his sunglasses and custom vest, with the Carolinas Championship belt draped over his shoulder. He points
a mocking finger at Zaluki as he walks around the ring to the far steps before wiping his boots on the apron and hopping up on to the turnbuckle to strike
a pose.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for the REBEL Pro Carolinas Championship and it pits the young Will Zaluki and the powerhouse champion,
Mark Kingston. Its the age-old battle of speed versus power, does Zaluki have what it takes to dethrone the king?

The opening bell sounds and both circle the ring. Both men go for a collar and elbow tie south university pharmacy up, but Kingston overpowers Zaluki and shoves him back. Undeterred,
Zaluki goes for another collar and elbow tie-up, but again Kingston shoves him back, this time all the way to the turnbuckle. Zaluki charges back for another
collar and elbow, but instead lands a dropkick right to Kingston’s right knee, bringing down the champ. Zaluki quickly floats over and locks in a heel
hook, pressing his own knee on the back of Kingston’s. The champ uses his power to drag himself to the ropes for a ropebreak, before quickly scampering
back to his feet with an infuriated look. Kingston grabs Zaluki with a quick collar and elbow, into a side headlock. Kingston hits Zaluki with a side snapmare
takedown, before lifting him back to his feet and Irish whipping him off the ropes. Zaluki ducks the first clothesline from Kingston, rebounds and ducks
the second clothesline, rebounds again and drives a flying elbow into the head of Kingston. Kingston staggers back into the ropes and rebounds himself…
RICHMOND LARIAT!… ducked by Zaluki… step-up enziguri from Zaluki. The champ goes down and Zaluki goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Emphatic kickout from Kingston who launches Zaluki off him.

ROB MARTINEZ: “High Octane” is giving the champ his money’s worth in the early goings of this match up. Kingston went for the early kill with the Richmond
Lariat, but Zaluki had it scouted and answered with a step-up enziguri.

Kingston climbs back to his feet as Zaluki hits the ropes. Kingston goes for the big boot, but Zaluki ducks, Zaluki rebounds off the ropes and goes for
a cross-body block… but is caught by Mark Kingston. Kingston smirks before delivering a vicious rib breaker. But wait, Kingston doesn’t release. He lifts
Zaluki up above his chest, another rib breaker! Kingston still doesn’t let go, and this time lifts Zaluki up over his head and crashes his body down across
the knee for a third rib breaker!

ROB MARTINEZ: Triple Rib Breaker from the champ, Kingston! Hello, internal hemorrhaging!

Kingston goes over the cover, raking his forearm over Zaluki face.

One…

Two…

Zaluki rolls the shoulder up. Kingston grabs Zaluki by his outstretched arm, pulls him back to his feet and slams him back down with a big hip toss. Zaluki
bounces back up, Kingston with the Irish whip… big spinebuster slams Zaluki into the mat! The cover…

One…

Two…

Another near fall as Zaluki manages to kick out. Kingston mounts Zaluki and begins reigning down hard right hands into the skull of the smaller man. Kingston
lifts Zaluki back up by the neck and hits him with a scoop slam and follows up with an elbow across the chest. Kingston then locks in the Kingston Clutch,
a double chickenwing camel clutch, and Zaluki grimaces in pain.

ROB MARTINEZ: A hard fought battle by Zaluki looks to be over now as Kingston has locked in the Kingston Clutch.

Kingston wrenches back on the hold, but Zaluki struggles and claws his way toward the ropes. He’s almost there… he reaches out… still just short…
Zaluki struggles under the weight of Kingston and reaches out again… Kingston releases the hold and stomps the back of Zaluki’s head into the mat instead
of letting him get the ropebreak. Kingston lifts Zaluki back to his feet, Zaluki looks glassy-eyed and out of it. Irish whip from Kingston, big boot…
ducked! Zaluki rebounds… legs scissors take over! Kingston rolls back to his feet, Zaluki hits the ropes again… another leg takeover… reversed into
the 100 Proof by Kingston! Zaluki’s face slams into the mat! Kingston goes for the cover…

One…

Two…

Thre… no! Kick out by Zaluki. Kingston does not look happy, as Zaluki manages to kick out. Kingston goes for another cover, this time hooking the leg.
One…

Two…

Kick out again from Zaluki.

ROB MARTINEZ: “High Octane” is showing a lot of guts here. He’s taken some of Kingston’s fiercest moves and he hasn’t given up yet.

Furious, Kingston locks in a reverse chinlock on Zaluki. The fans try to rally Zaluki to his feet. High Octane makes it back to a knee, but Kingston wrenches
him back down. Zaluki fights back to a knee again, but again Kingston powers him back down. Zaluki fights back up again and the crowd cheers as he drives
an elbow into the gut of Kingston. Then another. Zaluki is back on his feet, elbow… elbow… elbow… and he’s free! Zaluki hits the ropes. Big boot
from Kingston and Zaluki is back down. Cover…

One…

Two…

Three… no! No, he kicked out!

ROB MARTINEZ: He kicked out! He kicked out! Two and nine-tenths, two and ninety-nine-hundredths! Somehow Zaluki kicked out.

“That’s it!” Kingston screams signalling for the Richmond Lariat. Kingston drags Zaluki back to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Here comes the lariat…
ducked! Zaluki hits the ropes, “PICTURE PERFECT” DROPKICK!! Zaluki takes the champ down! Kingston struggles back to a knee… SHINING WIZARD! Both men
are down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will Zaluki ducks the Richmond Lariat and strikes back with the “Picture Perfect” Dropkick and a shining wizard. Both men are down, who’s
going to make it back up first and get on the offensive?

Both men begin to stir.

Zaluki crawls to the ropes and begins hoisting himself back up.

Kingston is back to a knee.

Both men are up.

The crowd cheers as Kingston and Zaluki turn to face each other. Forearm shot by Kingston… but Zaluki answers back with one of his own. They trade blows
back and forth, and Zaluki gains the upperhand staggering the champ back! Zaluki delivers a kick to the gut Kingston, Zaluki calls for the Crash Landing!!
Zaluki lifts.. blocked by Kingston. Zaluki lifts again… blocked by Kingston again. Zaluki’s got him up! No, Kingston fights back down and shoves Zaluki
off by the hips. Zaluki hits the ropes and rebounds back… RICHMOND LARIAT!! RICHMOND LARIAT!! Out of nowhere Kingston hits the Richmond Lariat and Zaluki’s
lucky his head is still attached to his shoulders!

ROB MARTINEZ: Will Zaluki went for The Crash Landing, was able to get Kingston off his feet, but Kingston fought his way back out of the hold, shoved High
Octane off and hit the Richmond Lariat out of nowhere. Zaluki didn’t even see it coming! Kingston may have killed him!

Kingston slowly crawls over… draping his body over the chest of Zaluki for the cover. It’s just formality as Zaluki has got to be out cold.

One…

Two…

Thre… HIS FOOT’S ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! The crowd goes nuts as referee Dale McDonald stops the count and points to Zaluki’s foot barely teetering on the
bottom rope. Kingston can’t believe it and neither can anyone else in the Jamil Temple.

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know how in the hell he did it, but Zaluki managed to get a foot on the bottom rope! This kid’s got a lot of guts.

Kingston staggers back to his feet and lifts Zaluki back to his feet. Kingston goes for an Irish whip but Zaluki… but holds onto the arm of Zaluki and
pulls him back… ANOTHER RICHMOND LARIAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD! Not another, not another!

Kingston collapses on top of Zaluki…

One…

Two…

Three!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match AND STILL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION… MARK KINGSTON!

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Kingston retains his Carolinas Championship and damn near killed Will Zaluki in the process. Give “High Octane” all the credit in the
world. The kid is a fighter, but he should’ve just take the loss with the first lariat and lived to fight another day. Kingston will be lucky if he isn’t
charged with attempted homicide after that second lariat.

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ROB MARTINEZ: Rick Garrett is busy tonight, and it seems that Manny X will be on the shelf for the Supershow, and El Rey de Corizones is taking his place.
That’s going to be one contrasting match… Tommy Deathrow versus El Rey?

“Gimme Back My Bullets” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins playing throughout the Jamil Temple here in Columbia as the fans give a mildly warm reception for the REBEL
pro newcomers. Obviously news of last week’s triumph hasn’t traveled that far.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is under… CENSORSHIP RULES! Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of four-hundred and ten pounds,
Robert and Ryan – THE REBEL BROTHERS!

And with that, The Rebel Brothers begin to strut down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans on the way. They slide into the ring as their music starts
to die down.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents. At a combined weight of five-hundred and sixteen pounds, “The American Nightmare” Matthew Kurtis and “The BlueGrass Heart-Throb”
Jonothan Kurtis … THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA VERSION 2!

And there’s a decidedly mixed reaction as the Kurtis brothers, accompanied by Mandy, make their way down the aisle. There are looks of determination on
the faces of both men. They climb into the ring as all four men are ready to go…

Wait one cotton-pickin’ minute! “Censored Truth” is pumping on the stereo as the three members of Censorship Against Bad Stuff, Ace Adams, Steven Wylde
and Rosie Cheeks slowly begin to walk down the aisle.

ROB MARTINEZ: CABS? What the hell, they aren’t even supposed to be here tonight!

And as the three of them settle into position at the bottom of the aisle, the BGM v2.0 get the upper hand with a sneak attack from behind. The official
calls for the bell and this match is underway. Matthew Kurtis hammering away with some hard rights to Robert Rebel as Jonothan connects with a superkick
of sorts, sending Ryan through the ropes to the outside. Jimmy Johnson takes the opportunity to send J. Kurtis to the corner though, so it’s going to be
Matthew and Robert to start this match off. And the big man drags the younger of the two Rebels out of the corner with a handful of mohawk. A quick Irish
whip and a spinning side slam drives Robert back-first onto the canvas. Quick cover.

ONE!

TW-KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Not quite. The Rebel Brothers aren’t going down without a fight.

They are going down under the force of a harsh looking clothesline as Matt makes the tag out to his younger brother. Jonothan climbs up to the top rope,
Matt Kurtis hits a backbreaker – LEG DROP! Jon using his high flying nature to drive Robert Rebel down into the mat below, but he’s not going for the cover.
Rob is dragged back up to his feet before being whipped against the rope – REVERSAL! Jon Kurtis goes against the ropes … BIG BOOT! Rob Rebel dropped
his head far too early.

ROB MARTINEZ: A rookie mistake there by the young Rebel brother.

He’s reeling back as Jon runs against the ropes for momentum. His arm extended for the lariat – ducked! And countered. With a half-nelson backbreaker! It
doesn’t take long for both men to be back on their feet as Robert Rebel lands a right hand to the skull of his opponent. Kurtis hits one right back…
ROB MARTINEZ: Well if there’s a Kurtis brother to get into a slugfest with, it’s definitely Jonothan! Nobody in their right mind wants to go toe-to-toe
with Matt!

The two men are going back and forth, trading shots as the Rebel brother appears to have the upper hand. One punch. Two punch. Three punch. Four. And Jon
drops like a sack of spuds. Sure, he pops right back up, but only to be taken down by an arm drag. He goes to get up again but only makes it to his knees
– SHINING WIZARD! Hook of the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

TH–NO! KICK OUT!

But Robert makes the tag out to his older brother, Ryan as the Rebels are both in the ring. Jon stands up once more DOUBLE STO! The Rebel Bros drilled him
with that, and it looks like the rookies can work as a cohesive unit as Ryan goes for the pin.

ONE!

TW–SAVED!

Matt Kurtis makes the save with a stiff boot to the back of the head! Even the members of CABS are disgusted as Ace jumps up onto the apron.

ROB MARTINEZ: Lets remember, this one is being contested under ‘Censorship Rules’, so Matt Kurtis needs to be careful about how long he’s in the ring for.
And he is. In fact he hurries towards the ropes as the members of CABS scamper back a few feet up the aisle as Matt points to them, mouthing the words “watch
it” … That or “fuck off” it’s difficult to make out from here. DOUBLE SHOULDER TACKLE! Out of nowhere, The Rebel Brothers just caught M.Kurtis from behind
with a swift double team move, and it’s enough to send the big man tumbling out of the ring. Jimmy Johnson orders Ryan out of the ring, only to be reminded
that Ryan is actually the legal man. Robert Rebel exits the ring as Ryan turns his attention to the legal Kurtis brother – SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW! Jon
Kurtis starting his come back with an entertaining effort as both men regain their vertical bases. Hurricanrana by Kurtis. Headscissor takedown. Irish
whip and a running lariat to boot, and Jon Kurtis is on fire here! He makes the tag out to Matt, who rushes the ring with a Yakuza kick!

ROB MARTINEZ: Damn!

Damn indeed. The big boot damn near took Ryan’s head off. But Kurtis isn’t going for the cover. He yanks Ryan back up and body slams him down. And a few
stomps for good measure. Robert Rebel looks like he wants in, but ‘The Angry American’ wants to exact a bit of revenge first. He’s dragging the older of
the two Rebel Brothers towards the corner, placing him against the bottom turnbuckle as he begins the face washing. The sole of Matt Kurtis’ boot just
repeatedly being mashed against the face until Jimmy Johnson calls for the break. And he gets it, albeit reluctantly.

ROB MARTINEZ: Matt Kurtis needs to keep his temper in check, or else he could get disqualified. I think ‘Censorship Rules’ may have saved Ryan Rebel’s face.
Kurtis lifts Ryan out of the corner, throwing him towards his own corner as Robert is holding his arm out, pleading for the tag. “Make the tag!” shouts
Matt Kurtis. Ryan Rebel gets back to his knees, and then to his feet as he shakes his head towards his brother.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ryan Rebel isn’t backing down!? He’s at a disadvantage of about one hundred pounds and a good eleven inches in height – but he’s got spunk!
Matt Kurtis smiles what can only be described as a devilish smile as Ryan makes his way over. Collar and elbow tie-up, and Matt easily gains the advantage
as he pushes Rebel away and against the ropes – BASEMENT DROPKICK! Straight to that braced left knee of Matthew Kurtis, and the big man falls to one knee.
Ryan is on his feet as he rushes against the ropes – YAKUZA KICK! One of his own! Matt Kurtis gets straight back to his feet though, but it doesn’t matter
as Robert Rebel has become the legal man! He’s ascended to the top rope – MISSILE DROPKICK! The big man stumbles back without falling, so Robert Rebel
runs against the ropes. Kurtis goes for a lariat, but it’s countered with a crucifix – NO! Countered by a Samoan drop! And Matt Kurtis might have saved
his bacon with his strength there, as he makes a hasty tag out to his partner. Double powerbomb on Robert Rebel! Pin attempt by Jon!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEENO!

SAVED!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell? Steven Wylde just put Rob’s foot on the bottom rope! Jimmy Johnson gives the CABS members a suspicious look, but they’re pleading
their innocence. What hypocrisy!

Meanwhile, Ryan has been dragged back up and whipped across the ring – and gets lowballed! Mandy, on the outside, pulled the top rope down as Robert Rebel
tumbles to the outside. Mandy shrieks in excitement as Matt Kurtis ‘requests’ she puts the boots to the fallen Rebel Brother – NO! Rosie Cheeks grabs a
handful of Mandy’s hair and she’s dragging the Bluegrass Mafia valet away – SLAP! Mandy’s fighting back. SLAP! So’s Rosie!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a catfight!

Matthew Kurtis bails to the outside to try and break up the brawl as Robert Rebel slides back into the ring. Jon Kurtis is set to try and finish this, but
first he has to put his opponent down. He places Rob’s head between his legs, setting him up for the piledriver. No! Rebel grabs a hold of the hand as
he shimmies his way out and to his feet. He, unsteadily, attempts a lariat, which is ducked by Jon Kurtis. Rebel spins around, and this time he ducks a
lariat attempt! Neckbreaker counter! DIXIE DROP! Out of nothing! Jon Kurtis just turned right into it, and he got plowed! Hook of the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREENOOOO!

Steven Wylde and Ace Adams have stormed the ring and are putting the boots to Robert Rebel!

DING DING DING!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s a disqualification! The Rebel Brothers have come out victorious, but they’re not looking like winners right now. They screwed both
teams out of a clean win in this match. What the hell is up with that?

Ryan Rebel has regained some composure as he enters the ring to help out his brother, but after a hard fought fifteen minute contest he’s overcome by the
two fresh men. CENSORPLEX! Wylde nailed it and Ryan Rebel is down. Robert Rebel is down. Jon Kurtis is up – FULLY CENSORED! Ace Adams takes him down! And
CABS are putting the boots to all three of them with this sneak attack! Jimmy Johnson has called down some help from the back, but they’re not going to
need it. Matt Kurtis has broken up the cat fight on the outside, leaving Mandy and Rosie Cheeks in the capable hands of security, allowing the big man
to storm the ring – and CABS hurriedly exit!

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Smooth! The buzzing crowd immediately rises in volume as Rob Thomas & Santana cut a jam through the PA. Only one man would have the balls to use a song
like that for this theme music, and that man is the cocky, grinning, sunglasses and “Rat Pack = Better Than You” t-shirt.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the South Carolina fans giving one of NAPW’s brightest starts a great ovation here! Now Chris Casino is not really a friend to either
Stylin’ Kyle Roberts — and he certainly isn’t going to be a fan of a CRIMES member like Murcielago!

Casino gets into the ring and does the Shawn Michaels lounge on the top turnbuckle…

“I SAID HALLELUJAH!”

The boo-birds come out in force as a hate-filled man storms through the curtain in a striped referee shirt and his wrestling tights. This man looks out
at the REBEL crowd and sniffs, disgusted by the REBEL fans. Astros steps through the ropes and gives Chris Casino the stink-eye, the latter’s grin stretching
wider across his face.

ROB MARTINEZ: No love lost here…

WU-TANG BRING IT LIKE THE KUNG-FU! There’s a ruckus to be brung, and this man is the one to brung…it. Enzo steps out first shouting at the crowd and hyping
his boy up, and here comes Murcielago. Enzo adjusts his fedora and tells the crowd to bow before greatness, dammit. The big man steps over the top rope
and makes the “Belt” motion around his waist. Crowd isn’t exactly thrilled.

ROB MARTINEZ: Like him or hate him, many people feel that Murcielago is heir apparent to the World Heavyweight title. He has that opportunity tonight! However,
conspicuous by his absence is Murcielago’s mentor as of late, REBEL’s first champion Rex Caliber…

“I AM THE MAN!”

And finally the crowd gets who they’ve waited for all night long. Stylin’ Kyle Roberts comes through the curtain, gold gleaming around his waist, and poses
for the fans, all ready to go… and wearing an old NAPW “Stylin’ Kyle Roberts: The Man With Blood On His Hands” t-shirt. Kyle looks a bit beat up, cuts
that haven’t fully healed from getting smashed by light tubes last week, but that doesn’t keep his confidence (or arrogance) down.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a powder-keg if I’ve ever seen one. You have the three men with probably the biggest egos cialis 40 mg pills in either NAPW or REBEL in the same ring.
Throw in Murcielago who is getting up there with the “best,” and well, I’m shocked the universe doesn’t implode right now. This is going to be very innnnnteresting.
Indeed it is. You’ve got Murcielago standing, intimidating, in one corner – Enzo talking the trash towards Kyle. Donovan Astros is in another corner looking
spiteful, but his eyes are very. Very. Clear. Chris Casino is amusing himself by yammering at front row fans, who seem to take his insults in good nature…
well, they might not if they realized he was probably telling ‘em how he REALLY feels. And Kyle Roberts smirks, patting the belt. Jenny Jersey is in the
middle of all this, bless her heart. She’s such a little trooper!

JENNY JERSEY: REBEL fans, are you ready for the main event of the evening?

Hell yeah! RAAAAAAAAAA!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for one fall and is for the REBEL World Heavyweight Title! Introducing the special outside enforcer… from Las Vegas
Nevada, Chris Casinnnooooo!

The referee in charge at the bell, the special guest referee, from Los Angels California… Donvannnnn Astrooooos!

Astros makes a point of flashing his stripes around. Hey Casino! You’re not the REFEREE! Casino is unfazed, but Astros does have a point.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, buy viagra paypal the wrestlers! Introducing first to my right! Accompanied by Enzo, he is fighting out of Manhattan New York City. At six-feet seven and
two-hundred ninety pounds… the #1 Contender to the title, representing The Crimes, MURCIELAGOOOOOOOO!

Murcielago pounds his chest, pointing towards Kyle, the crowd giving him a round of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: And now! Fighting out of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan… at six-foot-three, two hundred and fifty-seven pounds… representing The Commonwealth,
he is the REBEL World Heavyweight Champion…. STYLINNNNNNNNN’ KYLE ROBERRRRRRRRTS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Speaking of the Commonwealth, neither of the Celtic Assassins have accompanied the champion to ringside. You have to believe if any Crimes-style
trickery starts up they will make an appearance, but right now it’s only two men… and a guest referee that blames our champion for costing him HIS title!
Roberts gives Astros a bit of a hard time as far as checking him for foreign objects goes. Astros demands Kyle relinquish the title belt. Kyle stalls, taking
the belt off and then making sure to check out his reflection in the belt just to egg both Astros and Murcielago on. Finally he gives the belt away, Astros
nearly snatching it out of his hands. Murcielago gets a long look, and then Astros holds the belt up for all to see.

DING DING DING

There’s the bell! And HERE WE GO. Roberts and Murcielago eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose in the center of the ring, Roberts doing what he does best: talking trash
like a giant dickhead. Which, really, he is. Murcielago spouts back, the tension building until finally THEY GO AT IT! HOLY HELL!

ROB MARTINEZ: So much bad blood between these two men over the past few months, between Kyle Roberts and The Crimes! These are REBEL rules, no dq no count-out,
but even in a different environment I think referee Donovan Astros would be content to let these two tear into each other. He himself is not a Crimes fan,
and we already know he’s not a Stylin’ Kyle fan. Astros blames Roberts for the loss of his NAPW World Title!

In his twisted mind. Right now though, Murcielago is overwhelming Kyle Roberts. Stylin’ Kyle Roberts can’t out-brawl the big NYC native, and Murcielago
is throwing big hands in the corner. He tries to whip the man out, Kyle won’t go, holding onto the top rope. Murc slugs him, another whip, Kyle won’t go.
Burst of energy! Kyle whips Murcielago around and

WHOOOOOOO!

What a chop right to the chest! Kyle unloads again~! WHOOOOO! But wait, wait, he’s not satisfied with that… time to rip Murcielago’s baggy shirt off!
And then it’s a chop on BARE SKIN! SMACK! WHOOOOOOO! Roberts holding his arms out to say “how you like me know?” and grabbing Murcielago. Whip! Murcielago
puts on the brakes, reverse, short-arm clothesline, ducked by Kyle Roberts, behind for a German Suplex, Murcielago blocks, he won’t go over, standing switch,
German Suplex, no, Kyle throws his momentum forward and headlocks Murcielago down. Wrestling, in a REBEL main event?

Kyle cinches on the headlock with a grin. Casino has grabbed a chair on the outside and has his feet up on the ring apron, eating popcorn he swiped from
a fan. Murcielago powers his way up, back suplex, Kyle flips out and lands on his feet. Murcielago turns and toe-kicks Kyle, face-lock going for the DROP-TOP
— Kyle fights out! He takes Murcielago’s legs down and… tries for the BEAR-TAMER! The 6’7″ Murcielago uses his leg strength to shove Kyle off. Roberts
comes in, Murcielago takes control with a big shot. Kyle shot off into the ropes, back body drop, Kyle leapfrogs, Murcielago turns around and takes a beautiful
Stylin’ Kyle dropkick right in the face.

“I’m going to hit a dropkick to the face… AGAIN.” Kyle picks Murcielago up, stands him tall… and then does exactly what he just said he would do. DROPKICK
TO THE FACE. AGAIN. Murcielago goes down, and Roberts is quick to hit the ropes LIONSAULT! LIONSAULT! NAILED IT! THIS COULD BE OVER ALREADY! Roberts with
the cover!

Crowd holds their breath.

Donovan Astros gets down to count. ONE. TWO. Big kick-out by Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well it was not a slow count, but I don’t trust this Donovan Astros as far as I can throw him. Which is not far, believe me.

Thwack. A bag of popcorn bounces off of Astros’ head. He turns around with a snarl, only to see Chris Casino on the outside, hands behind his back, whistling
a happy tune. WHO THREW THAT? WHOOOOO? Meanwhile, in the ring, Kyle sends Murcielago to the ropes, hits the ropes himself and connects with a flying body-press.
Big elbow drop on Murcielago, and then… well, no pin, Kyle making sure to tell Astros “One, two, three! You count to three, Scooby!” There’s a cover,
Astros hits one, Murcielago kicks out with authority. Suddenly Chris Casino is on the ring apron yelling at Astros. “Hey dumbass, that was three!” “It
was one, Casino, get the hell down!” “IT was three!” “One!” “Three!” “One!” “One!” “Three!” “Ring the bell, it was three!”

Oh dear. That color of red can’t signal good things for Donovan’s blood pressure. Casino gets off the apron WHAM

In all the arguing, Murcielago decided it was time the focus get put on the match — and on him. Killing Stylin’ Kyle Roberts dead. A huge running big
boot just levels Kyle, but Murcielago isn’t happy with that. He roughly pulls Kyle up and short clotheslines the man damn near out of his boots. He covers
and Astros hits one, two, Kyle kicks out. Casino yells “Fast count!” “It’s called a second, Casino. I know your wife is familar with that.” Oooh. That
was low, and it’s Casino’s turn to fume.

Murcielago stands over a kneeling Kyle… brutal cross-face shots across the face. He could break Kyle’s nose! Murcielago almost daring Astros to put a
stop to it, but it’s REBEL rules… and Astros could care less about Roberts’ having his visage ruined. Wham. Wham. A trickle of blood beings to run from
Kyle’s nose, and Murcielago picks the man up. Forearm shots to the bridge of the nose, and then he whips Kyle off the ropes WHAM. Murcielago CHARGING in
with a brutal forearm that knocks Kyle all the way to the outside of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s no count-outs in REBEL! And you know Murcielago will use everything at ringside to beat people…

Murcielago goes outside the ring where Kyle, looking dazed, is picking himself up. Suddenly Enzo is behind Kyle Roberts! He’s got the champs arms pinned
and Murcielago is free to take any shot he wants. He measures Kyle… POW. Murcielago again driving his forearm across the bridge of Kyle’s nose, it’s
definitely damn well broken now. Kyle leans back against the guardrail MURCIELAGO CHARGES! Kyle ducks! The challenger into the third row with a head of
steam! The bleeding Kyle sways on his feet, but taps his head to remind EVERYBODY…

“SMARTER THAN YOU.”

Roberts rolls into the ring, putting his hand to his nose and for the first time assessing the damage to his perfectly shaped schnozz. Will the ladies like
a busted nose? Well, it works for Owen Wilson…

Kyle looks up.

Staring. Staring at his hands.

Hands covered in his own blood.

And his expression darkens.

Murcielago is getting back into the ring, his anger barely contained. He’s got tons left and he’s coming for Kyle. Big shot stuns the champion! Another
one. Murcielago sends Kyle to the ropes, big boot, Kyle ducks! Dropkick to the back of the knee puts Murcielago down… and Kyle is immediately all over
Murcielago! RIGHTRIGHTRIGHTRIGHT! POUNDING! Holy shit, Kyle has gone billy-berzerk! He’s indiscriminately throwing fists into Murcielago’s face SHIT! He’s
BITING the man on the forehead! Referee Astros sits back and watches… Kyle gets up, yelling and the crowd responds. Roberts backs off, waiting. “Come
on! COME ON!” Murcielago gets up, stunned by Roberts’ sudden intensity — STYLESKICK! NAILS MURCIELAGO RIGHT ON THE BUTTON! Roberts covers! Astros shrugs
and hits the canvas for ONE! TWO! Murcielago kicks out! Roberts narrows his eyes at Astros but grabs Murcielago again. He lifts the big onto his shoulders,
what a feat of strength! MOOSE JAW DRIVER — Murcielago gets out! Roberts whirls around and eats a toe-kick, Murcielago lifts him up RUNNING POWERBOMB
BOTH MEN OVER THE TOP ROPE! HOLY SHIT!

The crowd as one rose to their feet and are chanting Holy Shit, Holy Shit, both men went over to the floor the hard way, nothing but space until the concrete!
And Kyle looks in the worst way, Murcielago – albeit slowly – the first to pick himself up. Casino hovers around the scene, Murcielago picks Roberts up…
what the hell? NO! GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR! Four hundred fans wince as the back of Roberts’ head thuds sickly on the floor. Murcielago looks out, raising
his arms in triumph as the fans boo him in horror. Enzo rolls Roberts back in and Murcielago hooks a leg. Astros with a cover one! Two! Shoulder up! And
now Casino is on the apron “Hey watch the fast-count, Astroglide!” Astros gives his own grin to Casino, full of hate. Murcielago picks the champion up
and sends him to the ropes. Avalanche! Roberts put on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: This doesn’t look good for the champion… Murcielago has him up top! What’s he going to do here? Oh no — DDT! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts driven
into the canvas with that SICK DDT, feet hanging from the top rope! That could be all!

ONE! TWO! TH—Astros definitely counting a mite fast, but Roberts just barely able to get a shoulder up. Murcielago shouts out “Damn.” Casino again yells
at Astros, but the referee in charge blows the enforcer off. Roberts is on his feet…

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t think Roberts knows where he is… the referee might want to think about stopping this match! Roberts already has a busted nose, but
he looks like he might have a concussion! Dammit! Donovan Astros would never stop this match for the well-being of Kyle Roberts, he loves every minute
Roberts gets hurt!

That might be very true. The challenger senses victory. He yells to Enzo, who pulls a table out from under the ring! Enzo comes in and helps set up the
table, Murcielago pounding Kyle here and there. Finally he has his man… Kyle starts fighting back! Roberts mounting a comeback here CUT OFF by a big
knee-lift from Murcielago! He picks his man up…

DROP TOP

THROUGH THE TABLE!

Murcielago covers! Astros with the countonetwothre—

Chris Casino yanks Astros out of the ring! “What the hell are you doing?” “I told you, no fast count bullshit! YOU CALL THE GOD DAMN MATCH!” “I’m the referee
in charge, I’ll count how fast I want!” Astros turns to get back into the ring, Casino grabs him by the shoulder WHAM. Astros coldcocks Chris Casino! Casino
stumbles backwards, and Astros quickly grabs a STEEL CHAIR! CLANG! Holy shit! Casino just got wiped out by a steel chair! Astros rolls back into the ring
and screams “FINISH HIM OFF! FINISH HIM OFF NOW!” Murcielago gives Astros attitude, nobody tells Murcielago what to do!

At the same time, the champion is a half-conscious wreck.

Murcielago pulls Kyle up, DEFCON-1— ROBERTS PUSHES HIM OFF! STYLESKICK! STYLESKICK! STYLESKICK! Murcielago goes down! Roberts himself, stands, sways,
falls down… and lands with an arm across Murcielago!

Astros hesitates… but then counts. Properly.

ONE

TWO

KICK-OUT

Murcielago gets out of that one, but the champion catches his man with a Polar-Izer out of nowhere! Kyle gets up, “YEAHHHH BABY!” He grabs the legs and
turns Murcielago over! BEAR-TAMER! LOCKED IN ON THE BIG MAN! Will Murcielago tap out? WILL HE?

He’s reaching for the ropes! Six-seven, he’s got the reach… Kyle cinches in and pulls him to the center of the ring! How long can Murcielago hold out?!
How long? Astros is watching Murcielago CASINO! CHRIS CASINO JUST TACKLED DONOVAN ASTROS! POUND POUND POUND! A bloody Casino is attacking the referee!
It’s all breaking loose! AND MURCIELAGO TAPS!

But…

There’s no referee to recognize it.

Roberts knows what this is like. He tapped out Rex Caliber time and again and never when a referee could witness it over the past months. He drops the hold
and hauls Chris Casino off of Astros. “What the hell are you doing? I have this match WON, you stupid bastard!” “Get out of my face, Roberts!” Astros has
rolled out of the ring in the distraction. Casino and Roberts in a heated argument —

DEFCON-1

DEFCON-1

DEFCON-1!!!

MURCIELAGO TAKES ROBERTS DOWN! HE COVERS! Casino grimaces, looking for Astros, who is below the ring height. THat means Casino’s in charge! He counts

ONE

TWO

THREE

Roberts with a foot on the ropes at the last split second! Murcielago is up, he thinks he’s won the damn match, but Casino saw the foot on the ropes even
as he hit three! It’s not over! Murcielago is cold. “What the Fuck, man?” “He had his foot on the rope you big dumb retard—*”

DEFCON-1 ON CHRIS CASINO!

Murcielago is pissed off, he tells Enzo to get into the ring… and bring a chair! Enzo holds Stylin’ Kyle Roberts up and Murcielago swings for the fences
ROBERTS DUCKS! ENZO GETS IT RIGHT IN THE FACE! The crowd goes crazy as Roberts hits a low blow on Murcielago, just like last time, EMERALD FUSIONnnnnnnnOOO!
LOW BLOW FROM DONOVAN ASTROS! Roberts goes down, and Astros hooks the arms. Oh no! NOT ASTROCIDE!

ASTROCIDE!

Murcielago hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

NOT LIKE THIS

THREEEEEEEE—

NO! NO! NO!

AL THOES PULLS ASTROS OUT OF THE RING!

Astros screams “I’m the referee! YOU DON’T PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!” But Al Thoes has seen enough… and Bobby O’Brady is in the ring! He dumps Murcielago
to the outside! The Celtic Assassins have Donovan Astros cornered! He goes for the eyes, but there’s TWO Celts on either side and…

CELTIC CRUSHER! Astros is OUT!

Murcielago storms the ring with his steel chair and blasts the Celts in the back of the head! They tumble to the outside. “Enough of this shit!” Murcielago
goes to grab Kyle and put him away for good…

Where the hell is he?

WAIT A MINUTE!

ROBERTS IS BEHIND MURCIELAGO…

With his favorite weapon in his hands.

DING!

Roberts FLIES at Murcielago and smashes the ring bell right into the challenger’s face! COVER! Chris Casino slowly gets into position… Casino makes the
count! ONE! TWO! THREE—

MURCIELAGO KICKS OUT! HE KICKS OUT!

Roberts gets up, looking at his blood-stained hands, unbelieving. Murcielago kicked out. Kicked out of the ring-bell. Roberts stares at his hands… and
then looks up. A sinister grin on his face.

He pulls Murcielago up, and it’s Emerald Fusion time! Can he do it to the big man… Murcielago isn’t letting it happen! Somehow he has strength… fires
a shot at Kyle! DROP TOP — Roberts counters with a Bear-Tamer attempt! Murcielago won’t turn over, Roberts changes plans and catapults his man into the
corner! Murcielago stumbles out! Stylin’ Kyle Roberts finally gets him up! IN POSITION, Kyle yells “DIE ALREADY!”

And drives Murcielago head-first into the canvas. Emerald Fusion. Chris Casino counts!

ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, and STILL REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… Stylin’ Kyle Roberrrrrrts!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle Roberts is still the champion, that was one hell of a match! This is going to be controversial for years, folks, but the champion coming
in… is the champion going out here tonight in Columbia.

Roberts has his belt, exhausted in a corner. Casino is up. Do they shake hands? Nah. Casino just throws a half-grin at Roberts and a cheesy thumbs up. Casino
goes to exit the ring… on the outside he meets Donovan Astros, clapping mockingly. Roberts points to his belt for the fans, and lets Murcielago know
who the champion is. The Celtic Assassins get in the ring to give their leader props.

Donovan Astros looks up, enraged. He believes Stylin’ Kyle Roberts cost HIM the NAPW World Title as guest referee. Here tonight, Kyle Roberts has retained…
thanks to Chris Casino as the outside enforcer.

The former NAPW Champion decides to fight another day, holding his head after that destructive Celtic Crusher. Roberts throws some catcalls Astros’ way,
but Donovan only smiles and turns his back on the scene in the ring. Murcielago rolls out… he and Enzo struggle up the aisle, supporting each other.
Murcielago’s quest to bring the REBEL title back to The Crimes has been unsuccessful. Stylin’ Kyle Roberts is the REBEL champion, but his issues with Donovan
Astros are far from over. Amongst all the questions… who will be the next challenger? Who will be the one to knock Stylin’ Kyle Roberts off the top of
the mountain?

That’s a question to be answered another day.

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Or maybe not. Kyle Roberts exits through the curtains. The fans begin to leave, but then have a reason to stay. The arena lights go out as the pulsing
introduction to Combichrist’s “Enjoy the Abuse” pounds across the PA system. Blue spotlights pan through the crowd then all focused upon the ring, which
explodes with blue geysers of pyrotechnics. This man brought his own fireworks, which might be outlawed by the building! As the house lights return to
normal Orochi is seen standing in the center of the ring, holding a microphone. He reaches back and pulls the black mask from his head, revealing the features
of Jonathon Wehali. He flashes a charismatic smile to the fans.

JONATHON WEHALI: Hello, REBEL! I had to wait until the show was over to make sure who my victim will be. I know one thing, it’s good to be back!

He chuckles at the crowd’s reaction, which is mostly negative.

JONATHON WEHALI: What? Still upset about how I ripped into my opponents for that REBEL Royale in September? See, that’s part of why I’m glad to be back.
Despite the overwhelming number of rejects and misfits, parodies and outright losers, you fans stay loyal to REBEL.

Jonathon holds up his hand, asking for the fans to quiet down as they boo.

JONATHON WEHALI: There viagra cost per pill is hope, however. There IS some great talent here. People like El Rey de Corizones. People like Chad Kurtis who impressed me by fighting
his way to the end of the battle royale. Obviously he didn’t win, I did, but he still impressed me.

What impressed me most was how aerodynamic he was. He really flew when I threw him.

He smirks and waits for the crowd to die down once more.

JONATHON WEHALI:: That was a joke, people. Learn to lighten up a bit. The fact of the matter is that most of those men treated the match as if professional
wrestling is nothing more than a weekend job to them. This industry is my passion. This business is my LIFE. And I will not abide anyone acting like a
slacker and not pulling his weight. You have a job to do, part of it is in this ring but part of it is in front of the cameras before you even step foot
into the ring. THAT is why I ripped into them. THAT is why I tore them apart so badly that some couldn’t even show their faces because of how badly I shamed
them. I will accept nothing less than the best effort possible. You fans deserve nothing less.

Jon pauses as he allows his words to sink into the heads of the audience. There is a general murmur, some negative but not nearly as many as before.

JONATHON WEHALI: Because of that, because of my insistence on perfection, I now have a match against the very best your company has to offer. I have a fight
against Kyle Roberts next month for the REBEL World Championship.

Or should I say a WRESTLING match?

Roberts you’ve stated often enough why you left NAPW. You were tired of the weapons, ambushes, and general BS you had to face. Now, I’m not going to run
down NAPW, but I am going to say that you are in for a very different kind of match when you face me. I don’t use weapons. The only weapon I need is my
own body, as I’ve already proved. You won’t have to worry about ambushes. I prefer to do all my fighting right here in the ring where it belongs. As for
BS? The Hell with that. The reason I have a reputation for shredding people to pieces is because I use the truth. If you make a mistake I will capitalize
on it. If you have a weakness I will find it and exploit it. And if you should ever lie or contradict yourself, God help you because I will not.

And if you think my words can be harsh just wait until you face me in the ring and find out just why I’m on a winning streak unlike any other.

He grins in self-satisfaction. Some would say he is cocky, but it’s not cockiness when it’s the simple truth.

JONATHON WEHALI: Before you think I’m going to disrespect you like all the others you’ve faced, think again. You represented NAPW in the Assassination Tango.
You’re representing REBEL in the Dupree Cup. You’re the REBEL World Champion. Your hard work and dedication gains my respect. Don’t ever think for a moment
that I’m going to go easy on you, however. I didn’t earn this title shot to not go all out in taking that belt away from you.

How I go about it is all up to you, Kyle.

Either way I guarantee there will be a new champion crowned soon, a champion of the people.

Be seeing you soon, champ.

Jonathon Wehali tosses the microphone down as he flashes another captivating smile to the fans, who have now shifted from boos to cheers. The lights cut
out once more, and when they rise the ring is empty, not a single trace left that he had ever been there. The fans now exit as we look forward to KING
OF HARDCORE NEXT WEEK, AND HIGH INCIDENT NEXT MONTH!

Best of the Best – 10/02/2007

Best of the Best
10/02/2007
6:30 P.M. the REBEL Arena is sold completely out. The fans got here early and still thirty minutes from the show start… wait.. something is going on.
“My Old Kentucky Home” by Nappy Roots, Villebillies, and Goodfella plays as the entire Bluegrass Mafia (Chad Kurtis, Matt Kurtis, Jonothan Kurtis, Will
Zaluki, Daniel “Axl” Dennis and Mandy) make their way to the ring and they’re all in street clothes except for Will. On the way to the ring the stable
is met first with a huge pop as “The Show” leads his troops out of the locker-room. The cheers mute a little as the three newest members of the group emerge
from backstage and take on a decidedly mixed reaction. Some boos, some cheers and a few catcalls, as Matt Kurtis and Mandy make their appearance. The group
make their way to the ring with Chad, Will, Jon, Axl and even Mandy exchanging some high-fives with the crowd. Matt however just walks straight ahead ignoring
the fans. The BGM gets to ringside and they all get in, in their own style. Chad slingshots into ring, Jonothan executes a rolling flip, Will and Axl simply
climb between the ropes and big Matt steps over the ropes and then holds them apart allowing Mandy to climb inside.The four active wrestlers of the group
each climb a turnbuckle and gesture and jaw with the fans. Then they get down and walk to the middle of the ring where Chad takes a microphone out of his
pocket…

CHAD: HELLO CLEVELAND!

JONOTHAN: Bro, I’m pretty sure we’re not in Cleveland.

CHAD: Oh right. Hello Raleigh, how the hell are ya?

The crowd pops huge as the former Duke Blue Devil and unrepentant fan favorite plays up the town.

CHAD: You might as well be my hometown crowd and tonight you’re going to see your hometown boy make good on all the talking I been doing lately. I am going
to show everyone why they call me “The Innovator of Offense”, “The True PTPer”, “The Show”. Haggard, Kingston, and Dio… I know you’re backstage right
now trying to figure out just, what the Hell I am doing in the ring now just going on and on. I mean I’m sure you thought all the talking was done, and
you’re right no more talking. The time for that is done. It’s do or die time now. In just a few short minutes it’s going to be time to put up or shut up
as they say. Whoever “they” are. So, the question is are you ready? Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnyway that’s enough talk about my opponents tonight, let’s get down
to why we are out here. This is official celebration party of The Bluegrass Mafia becoming a bona-fide stable. I mean we are here to introduce ourselves
to you the fans, put everyone in the locker room on notice we have arrived. Oh we are also here to do a little partying, too, and you know there ain’t
no party like a BGM party, so let’s get started. Introducing first standing nearly 7 ft tall the monster from the Bluegrass, the Big Blue Ass-Kicker himself,
“The American Nightmare” Matthew Kurtis…

The crowd boos as the angry “giant” takes the Mic.

MATTHEW: Thank you for the warm reception Raleigh and let me assure that the feeling’s mutual. But I’m not here to kiss up to you. I’m here, as Chad said,
to put REBEL on notice especially the tag team division. I’ve made the decision to go after the tag team championship and make that my priority in REBEL
for now. I mean Hell who in the singles ranks can touch me now? I’ve out lasted all the other “monsters” in Rebel with the exception of Mr. Berserker.
So with my younger brother Jonothan I’m ready to claim REBEL’s tag team gold as Chad goes for all the singles gold. But I’m still the enforcer of the BGM,
I’m the one who makes our enemies learn the hard way what happens if your mess with us. But first things first TNA, Circle K Nordic Connection whoever
wins the Tag Team Championship tonight… be warned that your reign will be a short one because you will, sooner rather than later, have to deal with the
BGM team of Matthew and Jonothan Kurtis…

Matthew tosses the Mic into the air and Jonothan catches it and as he starts to speak he has to stop as a few on the teen-aged girls in the crowd shout
out at him.

JONOTHAN: Or as I like to call us the Bluegrass Mafia v 2.0 and we are going to be the next REBEL tag team champs just like my big bro here said. Oh I almost
forgot to introduce myself I’m five feet ten inches and two hundred and one pound of molten lust and don’t worry girls there’s enough of me to go around.
I am “The Bluegrass Heart Throb” Jonothan Kurtis and besides winning the tag team titles and helping make the BGM the dominant force in REBEL I’m also
here to make things just little sexier around here. So any girls who want to know exactly how I plan on doing that…well you can meet me after the show.
Matt slaps Jon in the back of the head.

MATTHEW: Get serious, Jonny.

JONOTHAN: OK, OK so any team that are delusional enough to think that can beat the BGM v 2.0 are welcome to try. It doesn’t matter if it’s TNA,the Circle
K Nordic Connection, or the C.A.B.S…wait a minute what’s their problem anyway?

CHAD: Who the C.A.B.S?

JONOTHAN: Yeah them are they just stuck in a different era of wrestling or what?

WILL: Personally I think they’re just pissed that they can’t adapt to the style of wrestling here in REBEL so like any minority group they’re going to try
to make everybody conform to what they want.You know Democracy gone wrong in other words.

MATTHEW: No their problem is easy to figure. Steven and Ace are jackasses and Rosie’s a bitch pure and simple.

AXL: Matthew may have nailed it there guys. What do you think Mandy?

MANDY:Ummm…I don’t know

CHAD: Who knows, but I wonder how Rosie “convinced” Ricky to give them their own special rules to compete under. Well actually I have a pretty good idea
how she did that and she’s kinda cute I could use some convincing like that myself.

JONOTHAN: No doubt Chad. Like I said I don’t what her,Steve,and Ace’s problem is but I know how to solve her problem and get her to loosen up a little.
CHAD: Oh yeah Jonny? exactly what would it take to get Rosie to loosen up?

JONOTHAN: What would it take to get Rosie to loosen up you ask? I think it would take about nine inches of good old Kentucky “hard wood” to get her to loosen
up if you know what I’m saying.

Laughter erupts from the crowd and a few gasps are heard as are a few squeals from the girls. The other members of the BGM, including Matt, also find Jon
comments funny.Well almost all, Mandy was laughing but suddenly stops.

MANDY: Wait I don’t get it. What’s so funny?

MATTHEW:I ‘ll explain later,Mandy.

MANDY: Wait, why can’t you tell me now ,Matt?

Matt sighs and shakes his head.

MATTHEW: OK fine I’ll tell you now if it’ll stop your whining.

MANDY: Goody.

Matthew leans down and whispers into Mandy’s ear and as he finishes she gasps,giggles,and blushes. She also sneaks a look at Jon’s crotch. Matt catches
her and she blushes again and shrugs apologetically and embarrassed.

JONOTHAN: Anyway…as I was saying any team that thinks they can beat me and Matt are welcome to try… they won’t do it, but they can try. So who’s next?
Jon hands the microphone and it’s Will Zaluki that takes it.

WILL: That would be me Jon. For those of you who don’t know me my name is Will Zaluki.I ‘m also known as “High Octane” and in just a few short minutes I’ll
be making my in-ring REBEL debut versus Goose and he should take notes because he’s in for a wrestling lesson. See like Chad and Jon I can talk pretty
good when given the chance but like Matt I tend to let my actions speak for themselves. So suffice it to say I’m here with the same goal as the three Kurtis
Brothers here and that is to make the BGM the dominant force in REBEL so don’t be surprised if in the near future all four of us are wearing gold. And
that road begins here shortly when I face Goose and keeps going later when Chad wins both his matches and reclaims the Carolinas Championship. Anybody
want to add anything?

Not surprisingly Chad reclaims the Mic.

CHAD: So there you have it Raleigh and everyone this is the Begum’s Manga Carta, Declaration of Independence, and any other historical document you what
to name all rolled in one. And as we’ve all said if anybody in the back has a problem with us…well we ain’t hard to find and there’s nothing between
us but air and opportunity.C’mon guys let’s get this party kicked up a notch.

They exit to ring, getting booed, with some cheers and the show is about to get underway. Rob Martinez enters the ring

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome ladies and gents. We have two titles to be decided tonight. We have an Ultimate Jeopardy match. We have five debuting superstars.
This plus a Censorship rules match! Tonight REBEL fans will find out who is indeed… BEST OF THE BEST!

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“Ramblin Man” by the Allman Brothers Band soon plays loudly to open up the show as the excited Goose who’s making his first REBEL appearance.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty one pounds and fighting out of Rocky Mount, North Carolina…
This is GOOSE!

Goose quickly makes it to the ring, with the crowd not giving much of a reaction to the newcomer. Then Goose’s smile disappears as “Fuel” by Metallica takes
over the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent… Being accompanied to the ring by Axl Dennis, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds and hails from Clinton,
Maryland… “High Octane”, WILL ZALUKI!

Will Zaluki, also making his REBEL debut, and his manager Axl Dennis enter on queue to a chorus if boos, yet the occasional applaud.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two young men have an opportunity to impress a lot of people here tonight. But the question is, who will do the impressing?

Referee Jimmy Johnson, the official for tonight’s match, soon checks Goose and Zaluki both for illegal objects, then calls for the bell. Zaluki is the first
to act, sending a stiff knee to the gut of Goose. Goose challenges Zaluki to a lock up, but Zaluki pushes him back and grabs him in an even stiffer headlock!
ROB MARTINEZ: Zaluki seeming to have the advantage of a more pure wrestling ability, but Goose still has heart to count on.

Zaluki swiftly locks a hand around Goose’s head, positions his foot and takes him down with a Side Russian Leg sweep. Cover by Zaluki!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

Referee Jimmy Johnson’s hand came close, but it’s no finish. Zaluki, not crumbling under frustration, picks the tired Goose up and sends him crashing back-first
into the turnbuckle! Zaluki charges, attempting a corner Clothesline, but all he gets his a chest full of pad as Goose ducks and runs toward the ropes.
Goose springboards and takes a effort toward a Springboard Body Splash, but Zaluki side steps which sends Goose belly flopping into the hard canvas. Zaluki
quickly covers and Jimmy Johnson counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THR KICK OUT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Almost a three count there!

Any doubts Zaluki ran through his mind are quickly erased as he connects with three Rolling Vertical Suplexes known as “The Big Three.” Zaluki hastily takes
advantage of Goose’s drained offense as he sends him into the turnbuckle! A quick dash by Zaluki leads to Goose’s chest being dented by an unyielding corner
Dropkick! Will mounts Goose atop the turnbuckle and attempts to ascend the turnbuckle with Goose, but he manages to lay in a pair of kicks to the chops
that has Zaluki kneeling between the top and middle rope, his head pointing toward the crowd. Goose stands high atop the top turnbuckle, signaling to the
crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s probably looking for his finishing maneuver he calls the “Ugly Duck.” Commonly referred to as a Guillotine Leg-drop.

Goose takes a death defying leap of the turnbuckle and looks to have the match in the bag, but suddenly “High Octane” pushes himself back into the ring
and…

THUMP!

Goose nails the edge of the ring with his tail-bone, which pushes a few shrieks from a number of fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a thump from that impact! That’s gonna leave the tail feathers sore for at least a week!

Will Zaluki is quick to push Goose back into the ring and position him for the kill. Zaluki positions him, he lifts…

CRASH LANDING!

An outline of Goose’s face is engraved into the canvas as Zaluki rolls him over and calls for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds as Zaluki stands tall, Axl Dennis running to his side, raising his hand for all to see. The crowd reacts very loudly to the mayhem of such
a momentous and one-sided opening match.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall… “HIGH OCTANE”, WILL ZALUKI!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, some would say Zaluki did the impressing here tonight, but I think Goose’s face did the impressing on the mat tonight. Is that a tooth?
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Cause I’m COCKY! Kid Rock pummels the entrance way as best as a skinny white dude in a dirty wife-beater can, and his music rings to the ring one “The
Show” Chad Kurtis to a great ovation from the REBEL fans.

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is the Three-Way Dance for a shot at the Carolinas title! Introducing first from Paducah Kentucky, weighing in at two
hundred thirty pounds, a former two-time Carolinas champion… “The Show” CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is only too familiar with gold! He has beaten current champion Dio Muerte before for the Carolinas title, holding it twice. He
is also a former NAPW TV Champion and Tag Team Champion as of last Hostile Hangover weekend… is there a third Carolinas title reign in his near future?
Show hits the top turnbuckle to good fanfare. His music fades out, replaced by “Wreck” by Jim Johnston. Which I’m pretty sure is actually Mick Foley’s more
upbeat, rock-oriented WWE theme music, Joseph. SHAME. The diminutive Van Haggard strolls to the ring with a vindictive expression on his face, receiving
his share of boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing second, from Napier, New Zealand… weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds, he is LINK VAN HAGGARD!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now this is a kid who’s taken the low road as of late, and the fans aren’t too impressed with what Link Van Haggard has been up to in NAPW
or what he brings to the table here in REBEL. He’s been known to wield steel chairs, and here in REBEL there is of course no DQ! That could bring him Carolinas
gold!

Van Haggard doesn’t enter the ring, instead walking around the outside and blowing off fans trying to reach out for “five.” Kurtis doesn’t take his eyes
off of the Kiwi… now it’s Nonpoint’s turn! “Bullet with a Name…” and that name is Mark Kingston to a chorus of cheers!

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, from Richmond Virgina… weighing in at two hundred seventy two pounds, he is MARK KINGSTON!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the man many feel is the uncrowned Carolinas champion! It was several shows Kingston seemingly pinned the champion Dio Muerte but
it was overturned. Last month Kingston and Dio engaged in a hellacious barbed wire match that saw Muerte come out on top… this may be Kingston’s last
chance at Dio Muerte right here! Remember folks, the winner of this match will go on to face Dio Muerte for the Carolinas title right here tonight —
and we’ve got a staredown in the middle of the ring!

The Show and Mark Kingston are eye to eye. There’s no real ill will between the two, but with Carolinas gold on the line… wait a minute! Link Van Haggard
from behind attacks Chad Kurtis! He waited until his opponents were distracted before coming in, and now Haggard throws forearms into Chad’s face. Irish
whip, reversed, Chad tries a clothesline, Link ducks and rebounds with a picture-perfect drop-kick to the mush of The Show, sending him down. Haggard drops
a high knee to the face of the The Show for a two count. HOW DO YOU LIKE VAN HAGGARD NOW?

Wham!

Mark Kingston whips Haggard around and lifts him up for a double-handed chokebomb. Kingston with the obvious size advantage but the crowd eats it up as
he stalks a cowardly Haggard, now calling for time-out as he backs into the corner. Mark looks to the crowd, should he buy it? Nah. Kingston starts firing
away on Link Van Haggard with big forearm shots, now sending Haggard across the ring into the turnbuckle! Link flips up and over the turnbuckles from the
momentum, landing on the ring apron Ric Flair style. The Carolina crowd recognizes this and whooos… then goes crazy as Kingston hits a huge big boot
that sends Link crashing from the ring apron right into the guardrail! Kingston is on fire here, baby!

ROB MARTINEZ: Link van Haggard may want to rethink joining REBEL after feeling that exchange! Kingston in the driver’s seat, but The Show has something
to say about that.

Such as, “kick to the face” of Kingston as Mark tried to pick The Show up. Kurtis with a frankensteiner to the big Kingston for a two-count. Back up, Show
tags Kingston with a SHINNNNING WIZAAAAARD! STANDING SHOOTING STAR! ONE! TWO! Kingston kicks out. The Show picks his man up for a German Suplex, Kingston
blocks the move. He throws elbows to free himself and then sends Kurtis to the ropes… SPINEBUSTER! The Show holding his back in pain as Kingston makes
a cover for ONE! TWO! Kickout by The Show. Kingston waits for his man to get up, measuring him for the devastating Richmond Lariat… Off the ropes —
VAN HAGGARD! Springboards off the top rope and drives his knee right into the charging Mark Kingston’s face. Good God! The Show with a SUPERKICK, ducked
by Van Haggard, GERMAN SUPLEX, standing switch by The Show, GERMAN — Haggard connects a well-placed boot to the balls of The Show, then gets behind him,
finally connecting the german suplex…

Dumping The Show right on top of Mark Kingston! Both men down, Link quickly steps to the ring apron and springboards off the top rope with a quebrada on
both opponents! He covers Kingston one, two, kick-out! Link covers The Show, one, two, kick-out! Link arguing with the referee there, but he doesn’t spend
too much time doing that, instead grabbing The Show and sending him to the corner. Flying body splash! And now Haggard puts The Show on the top rope, following
him up. He’s looking for his WTF spinebuster slam, but The Show is fighting his way out of it! Wait a minute! Here comes Mark Kingston! Kingston gets underneath
Link Van Haggard, has the man on his shoulders… Haggard still has Chad Kurtis! SUPERPLEX! KINGSTON FALLS BACK! EVERYBODY GOES DOWN TO THE MAT!

ROB MARTINEZ: Set them up, knock them down, that’s the name of the game! Van Haggard rolls to the outside and Mark Kingston is quick to follow! Kingston
maybe should have gone for a pin right there on The Show, but perhaps Kingston wants to settle the score with Link for that knee to the face earlier.

Kingston whips Van Haggard across the outside into the guardrail! Running big boot sends the man into the first few rows of fans. Kingston yells to the
crowd and steps over the guardrail to do more damage to Haggard CLANG. Link with a steel chair shot right to the back of Mark Kingston, and just like that
the big man’s down. Link with a hip toss on Kingston, right into a pile of chairs hastily vacated by fans! Haggard kicks Mark for good measure and heads
into the ring, tossing in one steel chair and carrying another into the ring.

He’s met by The Show, who isn’t going to let Link get in that easily. The Show opening up on Haggard to the roar of the crowd! Rights! Lefts! Rights! Lefts!
Kurtis sends Haggard into the corner and connects with a flying leg lariat. Haggard drops to the canvas, Show calls for it… BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER —
ONTO A CHAIR! Link held a chair up and that’s all Kurtis hit! Link isn’t in perfect shape either, but he’s better off than Chad Kurtis… and he knows
it. Haggard pulls his man up, wincing in pain, but he’s got more than enough for a Thunderchild Driver… connects! ONE! TWO! TH— KICK-OUT!

Haggard is pretty pissed off at that one, yelling at the ref to count faster. He stomps the face of The Show, and oh no this doesn’t look good. Haggard
places Chad face-first over top of the steel chair… and raises his own chair above his head! A one-man con-chair-to? Chad’s brain is going to be scrambled…
but fortunately for Chad Kurtis, Mark Kingston is back in the ring, grabbing the chair away from Link Van Haggard! Link turns around, Kingston tosses the
chair away and tells him to bring it.

ROB MARTINEZ: Mark Kingston didn’t have to do that, he could have let Haggard bash Chad’s brains and eliminate the man… but Mark Kingston doesn’t want
to see Link Van Haggard get any farther than he has already! Link’s made enemies quickly here in REBEL!

Kingston firing away on Van Haggard, into the ropes, big back elbow puts the man down! Cover gets two, Kingston continues his assault on Haggard! Kingston
off the ropes with his running leg lariat to take Haggard down, one, two, another kick-out! Now Van Haggard is up and begging off on his knees… poke
to the eyes. Van Haggard really working from the Ric Flair playbook today! He puts Kingston down with a swinging neckbreaker, and then says “it’s over!”
Link once again grabs a steel chair, this time he’s going to bash Kingston’s brains

SUPERKICK

Chad Kurtis superkicks the chair into Link’s face out of NOWHERE! The Show gets his man in position… CK FINALE! FLIPPING PILEDRIVER! CROWD EXPLODES, SHOW
COVERS ONE, TWO, THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: Link Van Haggard has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Gutsy performance by Link, but he made enemies of both opponents and it cost him. Now it’s between The Show and Kingston, both men want another
piece of Dio Muerte!

The Show waits for Kingston to get up. The two men have expended a lot of energy, but they shake hands WHAT THE HELL. Link Van Haggard storms back into
the ring and nails both men in the head with a steel chair shot! The Show and Kingston go down as the crowd showers Link with a chorus of boos. The Kiwi
sneers down at both men before exiting, giving the fans a double-bird for good measure.

With both men down, the referee has no choice but to start the standing ten-count. One. Two… Three… four… this match may end up being ruled a no-contest
if somebody doesn’t answer the count. Five…six… we have movement, is it enough… seven…eight…nine…

Both men are up! Worse for wear, but up! The crowd is cheering like crazy, trying to rally each man to victory! Kingston! Show! Their eyes meet across the
ring… and it’s on! Kingston with the power advantage backs Show into the ropes with forearm shots, irish whip, SPINEBUSTER, The Show counters with a
DDT! Show to the corner! BEST! MOONSAULT! EVERRRRRR! He nails it, hooks the leg

ONE

TWO

TH KICK-OUT!

Chad thought it was three, but Kingston able to kickout. No matter, The Show hooks his hands around Kingston’s waist for a german suplex. Hits, holds on…
a second German Suplex! The Show going for the hat-trick… Kingston able to block the third one, however dazed he is… The Show trying for it… Kingston
gets behind Chad! And nails his 100 proof facebuster move! COVER!

ONE

TWO

TH KICK-OUT!

Chad’s turn to kick out right there, and Mark Kingston grabs the Kingston Clutch! The Show could tap out right here, where does he go? His arms are both
pinned back by Kingston in that chicken-wing/camel clutch hybrid! Chad trying to inch his legs toward the ropes… finally he gets a foot in the ropes,
forcing a break. Kingston lets go, but slaps his bicep, signaling for the Richmond Lariat! Off the ropes, Show ducks! Boot to the gut! CK FINALE ON THE
BIG MAN? No, Kingston back drops The Show down! Kurtis takes his feet, Kingston explodes off the ropes and FINALLY nails a Richmond Lariat! He covers!
ONE! TWO! THREEEEE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… Mark Kingstonnnnn!

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Kingston is tired, but has his hand raised. Normally you would hear Kingstons music start.. but not tonight. Tonight we hear:

AKKKKFFOOORRTTY!

Dio Muerte enters the arena, and he is packing. Wearing his special gloves, he is carrying the “Dio-lizer 5000″, which is his barb and razor wire baseball
bat. He customized it this week. He has razor wire as well as barbed wire hanging at his sides. He is carrying the REBEL Carolina’s title with him. Mark
Kingston doesn’t look like he expected this match right now… but he is getting the match now, regardless. Dio is getting booed loudly, and it all started
with the controversial match at “Criminal Intentions.”

JENNY JERSEY: The following match is for the REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP. The opponent… weighing in at two hundred twenty eight pounds, fighting out
of Hollywood, Florida. He is the reigning and defending, REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION…. DIO MUERTE!

ROB MARTINEZ: In some fans eyes this is the rubber match. That’s because even though the record books have Dio winning at “Criminal Intentions”, the fans
know how shady it was. This is Mark Kingston’s last chance to gain revenge. But he wrestled over twenty minutes against two other top notch competitors.
Dio has to be the favorite, especially with him carrying those vicious weapons. This is going to get NASTY!

The bell sounds at Jimmy Johnson’s command, just as Dio enters the ring. Mark Kingston is very wary of the weapons and goes to the outside looking for an
equalizer. He finds a steel chair, the one he got blasted with earlier and re-enters the ring. It’s a Mexican Stand off in the middle of the REBEL Arena.
Chair versus “The Dio-lizer 5000″. They move just in reach of the other and both swing. Dio grazes the hand of Mark Kingston, as Mark lands the chair to
Dio’s upper arm and shoulder. The two men back up and Kingston throws the chair at the head of Dio. Dio ducks, and is only grazed. It’s enough time for
Kingston to quickly execute a drop toe hold on Dio. Dio falls chest first on the bat. Mark is going to try and cover, but the bat is STUCK TO DIO’S CHEST!
Through the wife beater tank top, the razor wire and barb wire is embedded into the chest of the Champion. Mark Kingston sees and opportunity, and PULLS
THE BAT OFF THE CHEST! Blood soaks the chest of Dio. Dio reacts in anger and up kicks Kingston in the stomach. Kingston falls, having the air taken out
of him.

ROB MARTINEZ: That was just stomach turning, but I don’t see away Kingston could have pinned him without hurting himself.

Kingston and Dio both get up. Dio isn’t as tired as Kingston, but may well be more injured. Kingston grabs Dio, Irish Whipping the self proclaimed “Hardcore
Surgeon” into the far corner. Mark runs behind him clotheslining Dio across the bleeding pecs. Kingston keeps him in the corner and WOOOO, CHOP TO THE
BLOODY CHEST! ANOTHER! Dio pulls out something from his pocket and nails Mark in the head with it. Mark goes down, as Dio pulled out some wire cutters.
He used the extra weight to knock out Mark. Mark is near the ropes. Dio runs bounces off the far ropes, rebounds back with a baseball slide, and Mark hits
the floor…HARD! Dio follows him out and takes the barb wire strand from his belt loop. He unravels it. He picks Mark up, and sets him up next to the
ring. Mark is out on his feet. Dio wraps the barb wire around the left wrist of Mark. He twists it once, loops it through the ropes. He takes the right
hand and does the same, forming makeshift handcuffs with the barb wire.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is plain sadistic. I wonder how thick the tape around Kingston’s wrists are. He could shred his wrists trying to get out.

This match is turning into an infamous scene from the Saw movies. Kingston is finally realizing what Dio has done. Dio takes off the razor wire, and wraps
it around his special gloves, making a razor wire boxing glove. He punches Mark in the head, and blood flies. Mark is cut badly. Dio tries it again, and
again lands. Mark tries to get undone and screams in pain. This is becoming a gory blood bath. Mark Kingston is bleeding badly. Dio goes for it but Mark
gets a boot to Dio’s “lower extremities”. Dio goes down like he has been shot. Jimmy Johnson uses the wire cutters Dio had to cut Kingston free. The crowd
goes nuts as Kingston looks angry as hell. He picks up Dio, SPINE BUSTER ON THE FLOOR! Mark again picks up Dio, dropping him throat first on the guardrail.
A fan throws Mark Kingston a towel. Mark uses it to choke Dio. Mark then grabs the Razor wire covered gloved hand of Dio, slamming it into the guardrail.
Dio yells in pain. Mark then puts a rear naked choke on Dio. Jimmy Johnson reminds Kingston that this is not falls count anywhere. Kingston releases the
hold and Dio is out. Mark, very carefully takes the glove off of Dio Muerte’s hand. He throws it to the crowd who now have something Ebay.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kingston slides in Dio, and then slides in a table. He is getting just as sadistic as Dio, with every blood drop he spills.

Indeed he is. The table gets set up in the middle of the ring. Kingston puts Dio in the piledriver/power bomb position and picks Dio up. DIO REVERSES WITH
A FRANKENSTEINER! He lays on top of Dio, as the count is made. ONE! TWO! THRE ALMOST THREE! Kingston kicks out. Dio pulls out something else.

LIGHTER FLUID AND MATCHES.

Dio covers the table with the lighter fluid, soaking it. The crowd is almost silent as they can just imagine they fate of their beloved Mark Kingston. Dio
takes the matches, and gets Kingston in a Power bomb position. Dio lights the one match, then lights the match book with that match. He throws it on the
table, and it ignites.

ROB MARTINEZ: HE IS GOING TO POWER BOMB KINGSTON TO HELL… WAIT, HE CAN’T GET HIM UP! MARK FIGHTS IT, AND LIFTS DIO UP! ALABAMA SLAM THROUGH THE FLAMING
TABLE! LEEETTT REEBBBELLL REEEIIIGGGNN!

REBEL officials always prepared, extinguish the flames as well as Dio. Mark covers Dio for the sure win.

ONE!

TWO!

A NEW CHAMP… WAIT… HE KICKED THE FUCK OUT!

DIO KICKED OUT!

The crowd is in shock. Mark Kingston is in shock. Dio is barely moving, but managed to kick out. Kingston looks to have an idea. He goes to pick up Dio.
Dio with an inside cradle. Jimmy is there to count.

ONE!

TWO!

THAT WAS CLOSE! BUT KINGSTON MANAGES TO ESCAPE!

ROB MARTINEZ: What are these two men fighting on? It has to be pride alone, because nothing else is left.

Kingston rises, and slips back down as he stepped in a pool of his own blood. Dio finds his BABY! He crawls toward Kingston. He mounts Kingston, and tries
to put the modified bat to the throat of Kingston. Kingston is more powerful and is holding him off. Mark uses his size, and flips Dio on his back, mounting
him now. Kingston puts his weight into it and is moving the bat to the head of Dio. He is getting closer, and close to the eyes and nose area. He finally
is touching Dio’s upper face, as you hear Dio SCREEEEAAAM! Jimmy Johnson is asking him if he quits. He yells out “FUCK YOU!” Mark puts everything he has
and adds more pressure. He is gonna crush the nose and eye sockets of Dio.

JIMMY JOHNSON: It’s not worth it Dio… live to fight another day!

DIO: FUCK YOU!

Kingston gets frustrated and eases up, moving the bat to the THROAT OF DIO! Dio is being held down, and you can see he is gasping for air. Kingston won’t
let up. Jimmy Johnson is also checking the shoulders, but Dio has kept moving them the whole time. Kingston won’t let go, and Dio isn’t moving. Jimmy Johnson
raises the arm of Dio….

IT DROPS ONCE!

He does it a second time.

IT DROPS AGAIN.

Jimmy Johnson raises the arm of the Carolina’s Champion one more time…

AS DIO’S ARM…

FALLS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and NEW CAROLINA’S CHAMPION: MARK KINGSTON!

ROB MARTINEZ: MARK KINGSTON HAS DONE IT! HE HAS LOST A HUGE AMOUNT OF BLOOD, BUT HE IS THE CAROLINA’S CHAMPION.

Medical officials gather up both men, who are hurt badly. They place an oxygen mask on Dio, to help him breathe. They apply bandages to the head of Mark
immediately. Mark did it… FINALLY! He had to fight nearly forty minutes and three men to do it, but Mark Kingston… is a champion.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and will be fought under “Censorship Rules,” disqualifications and count outs will be in effect!
The crowd boos this announcement.

The sounds of “Censored Truth” by Naked Aggression are overpowered by the thunderous boos of the REBEL fans. Ace, Steven and Rosie make their way to ring
yelling at the fans and dodging the occasional beer cup hurled in their direction.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of five hundred one pound, accompanied to the ring by Rosie Cheeks, Ace Adams, Steven Wylde,
THE C.A.B.S!

And their opponents, from Raleigh, North Carolina…

Jenny pauses as the fans hoot and holler for their hometown.

JENNY JERSEY: At a combined weight of four hundred ten pounds, Ryan and Robert… The Rebel Brothers!

The fans give the debuting fraternal tag team a warm welcome, since they hail from Raleigh and enter to the Lynyrd Skynyrd classic “Gimme Back My Bullets.”
The Rebel Brothers strut confidentially to the ring, slapping high-fives with fans before getting into the ring.

The action starts with Ace Adams against the elder Rebel, Ryan. The two men walk right up, getting in each others faces, with Ryan running his mouth and
Ace saying something about “our rules.” Ryan Rebel gives Ace Adams a hard shove-off, but Adams – larger and unintimidated – gets right back in Ryan’s face…
until the elder Rebel bitch-slaps him right across the face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah! What a show of disrespect from Ryan Rebel, but the fans love seeing the C.A.B.S. Slapped around.

Ace Adams, red with fury and embarrassment, responds with a stiff collar and elbow tie-up that sees both men bounce off the ropes, into and off of a turnbuckle
and eventually back into the center of the ring where Ace Adams gets the upperhand with a side headlock. Adams mocks the crowd, as he tightens his grip
on Ryan’s head. Adams locks Ryan Rebel by the wrist and quickly twists him into a hammerlock, causing the crowd to boo louder.

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But before a “BORING” chant
can start, Ryan slips under Ace’s arm, breaking the hold and spinning Ace around… right into another bitch slap! The crowd pops huge as Adams is livid!
ROB MARTINEZ: The Rebel Brothers are certainly winning over the fans as Ryan Rebel unloads another vicious slap upside Adams’ noggin.

Adams has had enough and storms over to his corner to tag in the larger Steven Wylde. As Wylde enters the ring, Ryan turns to his brother who is motioning
vehemently for the tag in, despite being the smaller of the brothers and giving up over sixty pounds to Wylde. Ryan tags in Robbie with a high-five. Robbie
screams “Ch’yeah boy!” as he hops into the ring and marches right up to Wylde. Wylde shoves Robbie back sending him into the turnbuckle. Wylde goes for
a follow-up elbow, but Robbie quickly slides away delivering a flurry of stiff punches to the head and gut of Wylde until Wylde shoves his way out of the
corner. Robbie jumps up and grabs Wylde around the head, pulling him down into a side headlock. Wylde bounces back and Irish whips Robbie across the ring,
dropping him on the rebound with a huge shoulder block. Wylde looms over his opponent for a moment before hitting the ropes, Robbie rolls over causing
Wylde to skip over him, Robbie leaps on the rebound catches Wylde with a hurricanrana. Wylde incredulously hops back to his feet and goes for a tie-up,
but Robbie ducks, kicking Wylde in the gut, then with a loud THWACK delivers a kick to his chest, and follows up with a running Yakunza kick that drops
the big man! Robbie goes for the cover, but Wylde kicks out violently at the count of one.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Rebel Brothers are looking impressive here in the opening minutes of this bout. So far they’ve used their speed and the crowd to their
advantage, getting under the skin of Ace and Steve.

As Robbie and Steven get back to their feet, Ace sticks a leg into the ring, drawing the attention of the referee Jimmy Johnson. This allows Rosie Cheeks
to distract Robert Rebel by grabbing his ankle from outside the ring. This distraction lasts just long enough for Wylde to regain his composure, and as
Robbie turns his attention back to the match he is almost snapped in half by a vicious spear. Steven Wylde gives a quick stomp to Robbie’s head before
going for a cover…

One…

Two..

Ryan Rebel drops a double axehandle to break up the count. Referee Jimmy Johnson admonishes him, and tries to send Ryan back to his corner. As he does this,
Ace Adams slips into the ring for a double team flapjack! Ryan shoves referee Johnson out of the way and dumps Adams out of the ring. Johnson responds
by grabbing Ryan around the waist and giving him the five count to get out the ring. Steven Wylde takes the chance to place Robert Rebels throat across
the middle rope and choke the life out of the younger Rebel.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rookie mistake here by the Rebel Brothers and the C.A.B.S. are taking advantage.

Wylde releases the hold as Jimmy Johnson returns his attention back to the match. Wylde distracts Johnson by arguing that he wasn’t joking the Rebel, which
allows Rosie Cheeks to slap Robbie as he dangles between the ropes. Wylde follows up the insult by adding injury, running off the ropes and jumping onto
the back and shoulders of Robert Rebel. Wylde tags in Ace Adams. The C.A.B.S. Irish whip Robbie off the ropes, Wylde drops down, Robbie hops over and runs
face first into dropkick from Adams. Adams follows up locking in a rear chin lock and pressing a knee right into the back of Robbie Rebel. Adams keeps
the hold on tight, as the fans try to rally the Rebel. Robbie fights his way back to a knee, then to a vertical base. One elbow, two elbows, three elbows
to the gut of Ace Adams! Robbie moves for the tag… but Adams grabs him by the ears and yanks Robbie down to the canvas! The crowd boos as Adams locks
in a camel clutch, making a show of yelling at Ryan Rebel while leaning back on the hold. Robbie Rebel starts going purple in the face as Jimmy Johnson
checks his arm…

One…

Two…

But Robbie Rebel is still with us and keeps the arm from dropping a third time. The crowd begins cheering to get the Rebel Brother back to his fight, but
Steve Wylde stops the comeback with a kick right to Robbie’s unprotected face! Jimmy Johnson sends Wylde back to his corner and restrains Ryan Rebel from
getting involved, drawing more boos from the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Love ‘em or hate ‘em, C.A.B.S. are masters of tag team wrestling. They’ve got this match firmly in their control now, and have isolated the
younger Rebel brother, Robbie.

Adams tags in Wylde, dragging Robbie with him over to the corner. Wylde lifts the limp Robert Rebel and power bombs him back to the mat. Wylde follows with
a cover…

One…

Two…

Robert Rebel kicks out at two. Wylde stomps the downed opponent in the chest before limping him to his feet and Irish whipping him into the turnbuckle.
Wylde follows up with a running splash into the corner. Wylde follows with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex that launches Robbie Rebel across the ring.
Wylde tags Adams back into the action. The two C.A.B.S. Members lift Robbie up by the arms and Irish whip him off the ropes. Ace and Steven go for a double
shoulder block, but Robbie rolls underneath, somersaults through and tags in Ryan Rebel! Ryan vaults up to the top rope and its a double dropkick, catching
both men in the chest with a boot!

ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t count the Rebels out yet, as somehow Robbie has managed to tag Ryan back into this match.

Wylde is first back to his feet, but Ryan follows up with clothesline. Adams charges the elder Rebel, but Ryan catches him with an exploder suplex! Wylde
makes his way back to his feet… Shining Wizard!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ryan Rebel is a house-of-fire! Ryan goes for the cover on Wylde…

But Wylde is not the legal man. Before Jimmy Johnson can inform Ryan of his mistake, Ace Adams drives a boot into the back of Ryan’s head. Here comes Robbie…
LARIAT!! Robbie dumps Ace Adams to the outside with a huge running lariat! The Rebel Brothers focus on Wylde, lifting the big man back to his feet. Robbie
hits the ropes, Ryan hits a leg sweep as Robbie catches Wylde with a running knee combination! Robbie hops right back and tosses himself over the top rope
onto Ace Adams on the outside! Ryan lifts Wylde back to his feet, and with a huge show of strength manages to lift the bigger man up into position for
the Jefferson Davis Driver! But Wylde counters by grabbing the ropes… but Ryan Rebel is undeterred and sends Wylde over the top rope off the apron to
the outside! Robbie Rebel rolls back into the ring. The Rebel Brothers hit the ropes… stereo suicide dives! The crowd goes nuts as The Rebel Brothers
crash down into C.A.B.S. and into the guardrails with an incredible crash! All four men are down on the outside, and Jimmy Johnson is forced to start the
count…

One…

Two…

Three…

ROB MARTINEZ: What an incredible match! Since we’re under Censorship Rules, referee Jimmy Johnson is forced to start the ten count. PLEASE don’t let this
end in a double count out!

Four…

Five..

All four men stagger to their feet. Robbie whips Wylde into the barricade, and Adams does the same with Ryan Rebel. Robbie and Adams lock eyes…

Six…

Adams makes a mad dash for the ring, but Robbie pulls him back to the outside and slams him back-first into the barricade.

Seven..

Robbie whips Adams toward Wylde who catches his running partner before he hits the barricade… but Robbie follows up with a running clothesline that sends
all three men over the guard rail and into the crowd!

Eight…

That leaves only Ryan Rebel anywhere near the ring. Ryan staggers from the barricade to the apron, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope… but Rosie Cheeks
has him by the ankle! Ace Adams hurls himself over the barricade back toward the ring.

Nine..

Ryan Rebel lets out a yell as he uses all his arm strength to hoist himself up onto the apron with Rosie Cheeks still latched onto his foot. Ace Adams crawls
his way to the stairs… The race is on… Ryan Rebel rolls under the ropes, into the ring with Rosie Cheeks still grabbing his leg… Adams scrambles
up the stairs…

TEN!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: ADAMS DIDN’T MAKE IT! ADAMS DIDN’T MAKE IT!

JENNY JERSEY: Winners of the match by countout… THE REBEL BROTHERS!

Who would’ve ever thought a REBEL crowd would be happy to see a match end in a count out? But the crowd erupts in cheers as Ryan Rebel lies victoriously
in the ring and as Ace Adams throws a temper tantrum and screams at the referee. Robbie Rebel makes his way back over the barricade and into the ring to
celebrate with his brother, as the debuting Rebel Brothers pick up a win in their first REBEL match.

ROB MARTINEZ: And the rookie Rebels pick up a big win here in their first match ever with Rebel Pro. The tag team division is just getting hotter and hotter
as the Rebel Brothers join the ranks of teams vying for the vacant Tag Team titles.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match will be an Ultimate Jeopardy match. The rules are simple. If Kyle and Manny X win the match: Kyle gets to choose the match stipulations
for his title match the following week. Manny X will be able to give Al’s manager, Sebastien Martyr ten lashes with a Singapore cane! Martyr will be handcuffed
and shirtless. Now, if Murcielago and Al win, Murcielago gets to choose a special guest referee for his World Title match. Al will get the chance to wave
goodbye to Manny X forever, because Manny X will be FIRED!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is a must win match for all four men.

JENNY JERSEY: Starting, he’s Six foot Three. At a weight Two-Hundred-Fifty-Seven pounds. He’s from Mose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Your World Heavyweight Champion!
“I Am The Man” begins to rock through the arena. The crowd begins to get fired up, they know what’s next.

Kyle Roberts explodes through the curtains with his strap around his waist and gets blasted in the face with standing ovations.

JENNY JERSEY: KYYYYLE ROOOOOOOOOBERRRRRRRRTS!

Kyle walks down the ramp, with an award winning smile on, shaking hands with the crowd. The people love him and he loves him back. He rolls into the ring
and stands on the second rope, he unbuckles his belt and raises it over his head. The crowd cheer harder. He drops from the second rope and moves over
to the ref, he hands the belt and waits.

JENNY JERSEY: Now, his partner. At a weight of Two-Hundred-Thirty-Two pounds. A height of Six feet. From Los Angeles, California. MAAAAAAANYYYY X!

Jambi by Tool starts to blare out from the speakers and the crowd screams back even louder. The love this kid, they really do. Manny now finally bursts
from the curtains. Manny X walks down the ramps, he points to the crowd for energy and energy he receives. He pounds his chest and looks into the ring,
he’s ready to go. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? Al B Damned knocks the crap out of Manny X with a shovel. Sebastien walks from out the curtains, smiling and clapping,
clearly impressed. They begin to rain stomps on Manny’s chest. Murcielago comes right out of the curtains with Enzo, no entrance or nothing, he rushes
past them and makes way towards the ring. Kyle Roberts stands on the ring apron, what’s he going for? A Double Ax Handle it seems, unfortunately, he doesn’t
get to land it, he gets SWEPT off by a large and heavy Spear thanks to Murcielago.

ROB MARTINEZ: That spear may of broken Kyle in half.

The bells sounds. Murcielago continues to dominate Kyle Robers. Over at Manny, he’s still getting stomped out. Celtic Assassins enter the scene, they make
short work of Al and Martyr, a couple clotheslines and a couple boots to the mid sections. They help Manny get to his feet. Bobby stays and begins to brawl
out of the arena with Martyr. Al Thoes and Manny begin to take turns punching Al B. down the ramp and towards the ring. The three men finally make it over
to the ringside, Al Thoes first act is to take Enzo out of the match. He does so, he tosses the man into the crowd, they duke it out. Manny locks in a
Half Nelson Suplex onto Al B Damned, laying him out. He moves over to Kyle Roberts and helps out his tag team partner. Manny pulls out a pizza cutter from
his boot, he stalks up on Murcielago, he taps the man’s shoulder and lashes out on him with the Pizza Cutter. He opens a gash in Manhattan native. Kyle
Roberts and Manny bring Murc to his feet, just to drop him back down to his head, Double DDT fashion. Manny moves back to Al, he tries to bring him to
his feet, and gets a thumb to the eye. Al goes under the ring and fetches a trash can lid, he crushes on Manny’s head. He rolls Manny into the ring and
slides in after him. The ref rings the bell. Al takes that dented and begins to dent it some more on Manny’s head. He now drops the lid and places it on
Manny’s face, Al backs up, STOMPS THAT SHIT!

THE CROWD: HOLY SHIT!

Manny pushes the lid off of his face and roles out of the ring, face in hand. Just then, Kyle Roberts enters the ring with a “Proceed with Caution” sign,
he dismantles Al’s head with it. Kyle drops the sign and dives onto the outside right onto Murcielago. He catches Kyle and does a Fall Away Slam. Murc
enters the ring, he shakes Al and tells him to get up. They go outside to fetch Manny X. Manny isn’t there, they look under the ring, he isn’t there. Manny
comes from the other side of the ring, rushing towards them and lands a Baseball Slide. Murc and Al fall to the ground like bowling pins. Manny looks at
the crowd and shrugs, he dives onto the men. The crowd loves this. Kyle Roberts enters the scene with a chair in hand, he places the chair onto the floor.
Murcielago makes his way to his feet and receives a boot to the gut by Kyle, who then places him in The Moose Jaw Driver. Kyle drops the man head first
onto the chair. The crowd goes wild. Al and Manny are on their feet and so is Kyle. Manny and Al begin to exchange punches. Al starts to win this battle,
not for long though, Kyle levels the man with a mean chair shot to the back of the head. Manny and Kyle exchange a pound. Manny brings out a second Pizza
cutter from his other boot and goes to work on Al’s head, slicing and dicing the forehead skin. Meanwhile over at Kyle, he’s about to bring the chair down
to Murc. Murc sticks his foot out in the last second and causes the chair to return to it’s sender. He wipes the blood from his face and spits on Kyle,
before moving over to Manny. Manny is just having a field day on Al’s forehead. Murc, ruins Manny’s fun, he boots Manny’s head. He goes under the ring
and brings out a table. In seconds the table is set up. Murc sends Manny for ride, a German Suplex right through the table. Murc picks up Manny and slides
him to the ring. Murc covers Manny.

ONE

TWO

LIONSUALT BREAKS THE PINFALL!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was close!

Al enters the ring with a barbed wire two by four. He swings at Kyle, misses. He swings again, misses. A third swing, Murcielago even had to duck!. Kyle
continues his evasion of the sharp object. Murcielago brings Manny to his feet, Manny grabs hold of his head and drops down for a Jawbreaker. Murc stumbles
around for a bit, Manny locks him in and hits him with a Hurricanerana. Kyle has backed up into a corner, he’s out of room to run. Al is taking his time,
smiling down, he knows what’s next. Kyle knows what’s next. The crowd knows what’s next.

ROB MARTINEZ: I know what’s next.

Al takes his over head swing, Kyle crouches down out of desperation. Al hits the turnbuckle, the two by four is stuck to the turnbuckle pads. Kyle grabs
hold of Al’s legs and drops Al face first into the barbed wire!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ouch.

Manny leaves the ring and fetches the same chair what Murcielago landed head first on, he then enters the ring with it. Murcielago is being stomped on by
Kyle. Manny motions for Kyle to drag Murc closer to the ropes. Kyle does so, Manny places the chair on Murc’s chest. Manny moves to the apron, he Springboards
to the top rope and lands a Double Foot Stomp onto Murc.Al’s finally getting his face out of the wires, returns to the match, bleeding more than ever.The
blood blinds his vision, he begins to swing his fists franticly, in hopes of hitting something. Manny and Kyle begin to toy with the blind man. They place
him in a push circle, shoving him left and right. It angers Al even more. Manny motions for Kyle to hold the fort, Manny leaves the ring. He digs under
the ring and enters the ring with two chairs. He passes one to Kyle. Manny moves behind Al, he taps his shoulders. Al turns around, quickly, he swings
in the direction, Manny sticks the chair in front of his face. Al crushes his right hand onto the chair. Kyle plays along, he taps Al’s shoulder, Al turns
and swings his left onto another chair. He cruses, Manny and Kyle hit him with a Conchairto. The two standing men move over to where Murcielago original
was. He isn’t there. He’s behind them, he holds two Fluorescent Light Tubes. He clears his throat. Manny turns around and gets a tube busted on his head.
Manny covered in white dust and his own blood. Kyle takes a chair swing to Murc, Murc ducks under it and breaks the other tube on his head. He leaves Kyle
just like Manny X; covered in blood and dust.

Murc exits from the ring and moves towards the time keeper. He swipes the World Heavyweight strap. He places it around his waist and enters the ring and
points to the belt on his waist. The crowd begins to shower boos onto Murc, he doesn’t care at all.

ROB MARTINEZ: What an asshole!

Kyle Roberts resurrects himself from the ground and lowblows the imposter, then a school boy. He doesn’t pin him, he locks him into a Bear-Tamer. The crowd
roars, happy to see Murcielago riving in pain. Murc may tap, he’s close. Can he hold out? Can he? He’s about to…The arms are up….And Kyle is down.
Al B. knocks Kyle out with a mean chair shot to the head. He stands tall, looking over Kyle’s lifeless body. Murc doesn’t move, because he can’t move.
Al drops the chair, and dusts off his hand. Just then, Manny comes through with a School Boy.

ONE

TWO

THREKICK OUT!

Al gets up quickly. and then receives a DDT on a chair. Manny covers Al, just as Murcielago somehow gets an arm over Kyle.

The count is coming down for both men.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Who the hell won?

Just before anything can be announced Rick Garrett comes out.

RICK GARRETT: This is a weird situation as no man was ever really legal. I say we have two winners and two losers. Murcielago… you get to pick the referee
for your match next week.

The crowd boos…

RICK GARRETT: And Manny X… well you get to give Sebastien Martyr ten lashes with the Singapore Cane! Get out here Martyr!

The crowd cheers that, but no sign of Martyr. Al is dazed still.

RICK GARRETT: I ain’t got time for stalling. He has ten seconds to show himself, or Al B. Damned will be suspended!

TEN… NINE…EIGHT…SEVEN…SIX….FIVE…FOUR…

THREE

TWO

ONE

NO ONE!

RICK GARRETT: That settles it. This will be the last time you see Al B. Damned or Sebastien Martyr in REBEL for… as long as I want! Say goodbye fans!
The crowd cheers as Al looks like he is about to cry. Medical officials again out to tend to all four men.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a circus freak ending to that match, but the real story is who will Murcielago select next week for his ref?

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Overture of 1812, an unusual choice for a wrestling intro, blasts throughout the arena as the first wrestler in the three way steps onto the entrance ramp.
JENNY JERSEY: Weighing in this morning at two hundred fifty three pounds, coming to us from Seattle, Tim E. Milner!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like this bad boy has got the fans going! Booing this newcomer already!

Milner makes his way to the ring, attempting to give an intro when the music changes and the lights dim and center on the entrance ramp, as “Click Click
Boom” announces the entrance of another newcomer, David Williams.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing next, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred thirty nine pounds, David Williams!

Not much is known about him, but it seems the REBEL fans are split between whether to like or hate this guy. He takes his time touring the ring, watching
as Milner possesses it, and waits outside, as we await El Rey’s intro as the lights go dim.

Which is announced by “Baila Cassanova”, and a huge riot is heard in the building as the fans go wild for El Rey de Corizones! Before Jenny Jersey even
has a chance to get his intro started, the crazed Mexican dives into the ring, allowing Williams a chance to get in there, too. Jenny is spooked and exits
the ring.

The lights come back on, and each of the men have picked a corner. The referee lays down the rules, saying this will be an elimination match via pinfall
or submission. The bell rings, and off we go!

El Rey, crouching, makes his way to the center of the ring, feeling out his opponents, and Milner and Williams looks at each other, a nod, and dive at El
Rey. A spinning heel kick on Milner by El Rey, as he rolls over his body, kipping straight back up, narrowly missing a huge clothesline from Williams.
He bends back into a crab, flipping his legs over himself and landing a back elbow on the newly recovered Milner, who quickly crawls his way to a corner
as Williams does the same.

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow! El Rey is on fire in this match!

Milner goes in close, outstretching a hand, and El Rey goes in to meet it, and gets a cheeky kick in the gut, disabling him. Milner executes an arm twist,
holding El Rey’s arm behind Rey’s back, and stamping to add pressure. El Rey rolls, flips and tries to reverse the move, but gets a clothesline as soon
as he stands up from Williams. Milner gives him a nod, and they both lock Rey into a face lock, leading to a double snap suplex. El Rey writhes in pain
as Williams goes down to grab him, and Milner hooks a waist lock from behind, flipping Williams over with a release German suplex, and proceeds to stamp
a hole into him.

Moving back to El Rey, he brings him to standing and spins him round, locking his arms in position, and hits the standing rear naked choke on El Rey! The
referee checks to make sure its legal as Milner screams at him that it is, and locks the hold in harder, dropping to the ground and wrapping his legs round
Rey’s body. El Rey screams out in pain, until Williams gets back to his feet and drops two fists onto Milner, breaking the hold.

Milner quickly rolls back up to standing, squaring off against Williams as El Rey rolls out the way. They lock into a grapple hold, Milner driving Williams
into a corner, and rolling along the ropes as they struggle back and forth until Williams drives Milner into the next corner, breaking the hold, stepping
back and hitting one of the loudest chops you’ll ever hear on the chest of Milner. He screams out as the fans chant “ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!”. Williams
soaks it up, and slams another right into the chest of Milner. Grabbing his hand and arm, he pushes into Milner, and flings back, executing an Irish whip
into the other corner, charging right after Milner with a hard clothesline which slumps Milner into a seating position in the corner. He executes another
Irish whip back into the opposite corner, signaling for a spear! He charges as Milner slams hard into the opposite corner, diving from mid-ring, shoulder
first, as Milner steps between the second rope to the side of the mat, letting Williams’ shoulder slap into the turnbuckle post, disabling him for a moment,
as El Rey springboards from the adjacent ring ropes and lands a beautiful springboard dropkick into the chin of Milner, causing him to fly off the side
of the ring, back first into the railings. This sends the fans crazy.

Williams turns around in time to see El Rey climbing the turnbuckle, aiming for Williams. He dives off, looking to hit a driving fist, but Williams dives
forward, hitting a flying spear on El Rey! Sending him straight to the ground. Williams gets back up, as El Rey gets into a seating position. Williams
watches El Rey, almost completely out of it, and whips himself off the ring ropes, smashing his knee into the face of El Rey, absolutely totaling him.
A quick drop to a cover hooking the inside leg. The ref counts it…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Or is it? El Rey has his boot on the bottom rope, and the referee stands up and calls it a no-count, rope break. Williams curses and argues, then goes back
to work on El Rey. He puts him into a front face lock, about to hit a DDT, but El Rey spins out of it, hitting an arm twist on Williams, sending him flying
onto his back, and El Rey hits a standing senton, rolling over Williams into an arm bar. Williams tries to push El Rey off, but its locked in tight, and
El Rey applies to pressure, bending right back, as Milner attempts to climb onto the ring apron, and up the turnbuckle. He steadies himself, and catapults
off with a leg drop, as El Rey rolls backward, with Williams getting the worst of it, and El Rey quickly landing a dropkick to the sitting Milner, knocking
him back first, partially laying on Williams. El Rey watches the scene, and turns to the fans, with his finger pointing to the air. He runs toward the
ropes, jumping straight up to the top rope, and hits an amazingly high lionsault on both men, sending them sprawled across the ring. El Rey looks hurt
too, all three men struggling to get to their feet.

El Rey is first, however, followed quickly by Milner, and Williams struggles in the corner. El Rey grapples with him, Williams locking in an arm hold, but
El Rey reverses it and hits a knee, and hooks both Milner’s arms, planting a Tango Pasado del Amor!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s El Rey’s finishing move! Looks like Milner is out for the count!

El Rey dives on top of Milner!

ONE…

TWO…

THRE-

Williams grabs El Rey, and turns him round for the Revolutionizer! But no, El Rey pushes him away off the ropes, and Williams comes charging back as El
Rey leap frog’s over him, this time hopping the ground as Williams steps over him, and sets Williams up for the running hurricanrana this time, but Williams
simply stops moving, letting El Rey land badly on the back of his neck and he grabs nothing but air.

Williams drags him up, and hits a vertical suplex, holding El Rey in the air. He holds him for a good few seconds, positioning El Rey near the turnbuckle,
and falls backward, letting El Rey’s back smash right into the corner as he hands, and the camera gets a great shot of El Rey’s neck. He landed badly,
but Williams is right back on the offensive, hitting a corner to corner dropkick on El Rey’s face, snapping his neck back even farther.

ROB MARTINEZ: Williams is totally dominating right now! El Rey is slumped upside down in the corner, he isn’t even moving… and Milner is being positioned
for the Revolutionizer!

Which Williams hits perfectly, rolling Milner onto his back and getting a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: And first to be eliminated is TIM E. MILNER!

The man who gets the next pin fall or submission will be the winner of the match! And Williams is right back on the offensive, wanting to end the match
quickly. He drags El Rey out the corner, and gets a suplex logged in, hooking the leg to perform a fisherman’s suplex, but barely getting a two. The chants
and clapping start as the fans cheer for El Rey, with a handful screaming for Williams. The odds are definitely in Williams favor at the moment, though.
Both men stare and circle each other, El Rey checking up on his neck a few times, rubbing it to make sure everything’s OK, and you can see the referee asking
him the same thing. Finally they charge in for a grapple, and Williams manages to duck El Rey’s arms and locks in a reverse waist lock, but El Rey spins
round and gets his own waist lock in, trying to hit a German suplex, but Williams blocks it with his leg. Williams then gets back round El Rey, and shows
him how its done. He hits a German, but El Rey manages to flip and land on his feet, waiting for Williams to turn around and attempting a kick. Williams
catches El Rey’s foot though, and spins him round, El Rey attempting to use the momentum to hit a hard clothesline, but the time allows Williams to duck
and be ready with a forearm to El Rey, knocking him back some. El Rey hits his own forearm, with Williams returning. Then El Rey, Williams, El Rey, Williams,
and Williams again, knocking him into the ropes and flinging him off them, charging after him. El Rey springboards backward off the ropes, hitting a reverse
elbow to Williams, who rolls back from the impact but is straight back on his feet, followed by El Rey, and they charge in for another grapple.

Williams gets an arm lock, but El Rey rolls and flips over, reversing it and hitting a drop toe hold, running off the ropes and hitting a dropkick to the
lifted up face of Williams, sending him straight back down, as El Rey runs off the other ropes, grabbing the ankle of Williams as he flips over, pulling
the leg of Williams over him as he does so, extending the leg and causing Williams to scream in pain. El Rey watches as he allows Williams, slightly limping,
back up to his feet.

Williams is looking pissed, and charges at El Rey, who hits another drop toe hold, and runs for another lionsault, but Williams gets his knees up, El Rey
landing hard on his gut. Williams locks El Rey’s head between his legs, and hops into a sitting position, hitting a hard piledriver onto El Rey, who’s
holding his neck in pain. Williams goes straight back to work on it, locking in an STF and pulling right back on the neck, then rolling over and locking
in a cross face, pulling back on the heard of El Rey. He has his hand over the mat, wavering as if to tap out to the hold. Williams has him in the center
of the ring, but El Rey seems to bite into Williams’ hand, rolling back up and hitting a hard spinning kick into Williams. Williams gets back up to a load
of forearms, and El Rey signals for something as he whips Williams off the ropes, who looks slightly dazed.. and out of nowhere comes the Horquilla del
Corazón!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

And out of nothing El Rey grabs the win with his cheeky La Majistral Cradle! Williams sits up with no idea of what’s happening, and the fans give a standing
ovation for the wrestlers!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner… EL REY de CORIZONES!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: Great match from all three, but El Rey got the was the better man tonight.

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the finals of the Best of the Best Tournament! The winners of this
match will become the NEW REBEL PRO WORLD Tag team champions!

“Superfly” hits the speakers, which can only mean one thing…

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, making their way to the ring area, at a combined weight of four hundred and ninety eight pounds: The team of The Assman
Mike Trey and Dr. Tittylover – TNA!!!

A huge pop for TNA as they climb into the ring for the biggest match either man has had so far in REBEL. But there is an equal amount of affection for their
opponents…

WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT! NO, WE AIN’T GONNA TAKE IT! WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, ANYMORE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, accompanied by Ian Smith. They weigh in at a combined weight of five hundred and seven pounds. They are Mr. Berzerker,
and Warren, the Circle K Nordic Connection!

And here they come to ringside… looking like they just stepped out of an early Motley Crue video. The hair… the clothes… the horror… Ian Smith does
not look amused, but he’s one step away from the REBEL Tag titles, so he’ll put up with a bit. Referee Dale McDonald is handling this match. He makes sure
both teams are aware of what’s a stake, then calls for the bell! Warren starts off with Assman, as the two men lock up. Assman with the headlock, Warren
pushes out of it. Assman hits the ropes, and rebounds back, shoulder blocking Warren to the mat. Assman hits the ropes again, Warren leapfrogs him, and
catches Assman from behind with a dropkick, sending him through the ropes to the floor. Warren slides out of the ring, Assman slides back in. Warren slides
in, Assman goes out. This goes on for about a minute, until Assman wises up, and catches Warren coming back into the ring with an elbow drop. He goes for
a cover, but Warren kicks out at one. He springs back to his feet, nails a boot to the gut, and catches Assman with a jawbreaker! Mike Trey goes down,
Warren covers, but only gets a one count. Assman springs up to his feet! Warren is ready for him, locking on a headlock. Assman pushes out, Warren hits
the ropes, Assman hits the opposite ropes, and the two men criss cross, Warren not noticing that Dr. Tittylover making a blind tag. Warren runs right into
Bootzilla! The slackers head is nearly taken off, and the crowd is on their feet! Dr. Tittylover takes a second to acknowledge the crowd, but doesn’t notice
that Warren was knocked toward his own corner. And is able to tag in his partner. Tittylover turns around to see the near seven foot monster looking down
on him.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think he was expecting Warren, not him!

Dr. Tittylover, to his credit, does not back down. Mr. Berzerker doesn’t back away from anything. They meet center ring and exchange forearm shots, neither
man moving. Berzerker whips Tittylover to the ropes, and tries to catch him with a clothesline. Tittylover ducks, hits the opposite ropes, and goes for
another big boot. Berzerker moves to the left, and catches Tittylover in a back suplex! Tittylover gets loose and lands on his feet! He grabs Berzerker
for a German suplex… Berzerker with an elbow to the side of Tittylover’s head! Berzerker now going for a double handed choke! Tittylover with a boot
to the gut, forcing the break! Tittylover goes for BLACK POWER! Berzerker is too heavy! Tittylover drops the big Finn, and gets a stiff head butt! While
he staggers, Berzerker NAILS an Overhand hammer punch, and the good doctor is down! Berzerker drops an elbow and goes for the pin! One… two… KICK OUT!
Berzerker tries to keep up the advantage, scooping Dr. Tittylover up… SMALL PACKAGE! One… Two… Dr. Tittylover only gets two, and as he gets up, is
given a stiff kick to the side of the head! Berzerker whips Dr. Tittylover to the corner and tags in Warren! Warren goes to the top rope as Berzerker choke
bombs Dr. Tittylover! Warren with a senton! And a cover! One.. two… DR. TITTYLOVER WITH A KICK OUT! Ian Smith is not happy about that one, and he lets
the referee know how he feels. Warren tells the manager to chill out, and the fans helpfully shout “weasel” at Smith. This makes him angrier, but at least
he’s leaving the ref alone.

ROB MARTINEZ: Ian Smith looks like he just wants this match to end. He hates Warren, but would love to manage a champion!

Warren tries to slow the match down a bit by slapping an arm bar on Dr. Tittylover. However, the arm hasn’t really been worn down, and Warren is not really
strong enough to keep the larger opponent at bay. Dr. Tittylover gets to his feet and lifts up Warren for a back breaker… Berzerker in with a big boot,
knocking Tittylover down, with Warren on top for the cover! One… two… Assman in to break it up! The two teams glare at each other… Berzerker clotheslines
Assman over the top rope to the outside! Dr. Tittylover tries to help, but gets drop kicked by Warren into the ropes, and Berzerker knocks him out of the
ring with a HUGE shoulder tackle. Both of TNA are on the floor now. They try to get back to their feet as quickly as possible.. they look up just in time
to see Warren on the top rope…

SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE! All three men are down! The crowd is not sure who to cheer for, but they like what they just saw! Berzerker to the outside,
he tosses Warren back into the ring, then Dr. Tittylover. He glares at Assman, and looks ready to lay into him, but referee McDonald is there to break
it up. Warren goes back to the top rope, and dives off to hit Dr. Tittylover with a missile dropkick! He covers! One… two… Dr. Tittylover kicks out!
If Warren is frustrated, you couldn’t tell by the look on his face. He goes back to the top, this time going for a cross body block… Dr. Tittylover ducks,
and Warren crashes to the mat! Tittylover drags Warren up, and hits him with BLACK POWER! Warren planted in the mat, and Tittylover with a cover! One…
two… Warren gets a foot on the ropes. Tittylover whips Warren to the corner and tags in Assman. While Warren is held in place by Tittylover, Assman comes
crashing in with a butt butt! Tittylover follows up with a choke slam! BOTTOMS UP! Assman covers! One! … Two… Warren with a foot on the ropes again!
Assman drags Warren up, then hits him with a Russian Leg sweep! Warren is flat on his back. Dr. Tittylover is tagged back in, and he drops an elbow from
the second rope! He tags Assman back in, and holds Warren in place as Assman comes off the top rope with the ASS BOMB! A cover! One… two… Berzerker
in to break up the pin! Dr. Tittylover is in as well.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two teams have tried to show as much sportsmanship as possible, but with so much at stake, there’s bound to be tension.

Indeed. Dr. Tittylover and Berzerker start to throw some punches, and Dale McDonald tries to break things up. Ian Smith is shouting instructions that Berzerker
does not seem to hear. Finally the two men go back to their corners, leaving Assman and Warren to fight it out. Warren looks groggy as he gets to his feet…
Assman with a spinning bulldog! Warren goes down, and Assman goes for a cover! One… two… Warren gets a shoulder up at the last second! Assman wonders
what it’s going to take to win here as he drags Warren up for a suplex. Warren gets loose and floats over, and rolls up Assman! McDonald makes the count!
One… two… Assman is up! He lunges at Warren, who ducks behind and gets a school boy pin! One… two… Assman kicks out again! Warren goes for crucifix
pin! … Only to have it reversed into a Samoan drop! Warren’s little burst of adrenaline is done, and Assman looks to finish things off with a snap mare
driver! Warren driven into the mat, and Assman covers! But there’s no ref, as McDonald deals with Ian Smith, who is complaining about …. something. McDonald
finally sees the pinning situation, and races over, but only gets to two before Warren kicks out.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now come on! I know that Warren would not be happy getting a victory because his manager cheated. I don’t even think Berzerker would like
that.

Indeed, Berzerker looks confused, but he is more focused on his partner. Assman tags Dr. Tittylover back in. Dr. Tittylover to the top rope, and comes off
with a flying shoulder tackle on the prone Warren. PIMPS AHOY! Warren crashes to the mat, ands rolls back, just inches away from a tag to Berzerker! He
has his hand out, but is pulled back before he can make the much needed tag! Dr. Tittylover with a cover! One… two… SOMEHOW WARREN KICKS OUT! A look
of disbelief on both of TNA’s faces. Dr. Tittylover tags Assman back in, and holds Warren up for a clothesline. Assman charges, and Warren slips out at
the last second! Tittylover is down, and Warren is making the slow crawl to the corner to tag in his partner! But Assman cuts him off, and hauls up Warren
for a power bomb!

WARREN REVERSES WITH A HURRICANRANA! All three men are down, Berzerker stretches his arm out for the tag! Warren crawls.. slowly… Assman is back up..
he grabs Warren’s boot, tries to pull back… Warren with a boot to the jaw! Assman lets go, and Warren dives forward and

TAGS!!

Berzerker in the ring and he’s ready to let out all his frustrations! Assman is nearly knocked out of his boots by a clothesline! Dr. Tittylover is back
up, but gets sent back down with a Polish (Finnish??) Hammer! Assman comes off the ropes with a Lou Thesz press… Berzerker catches him with a bear hug!
Assman is flailed about as Berzerker cinches in with the hold! Dr. Tittylover is back up and breaks up the bear hug, only to get another head butt! Berzerker
with the Valhalla vice on the stunned Doctor! Assman jumps on Berzerker’s back with a sleeper hold! And Warren is back in , and he drags Assman off his
partner! The two smaller men trade shots, Assman looking for a neck breaker, but Warren escapes and hits a face buster! McDonald gets Warren out of the
ring, as Smith tries to tell Berzerker he has the submission hold on the wrong man. Warren races back to his corner, and slaps the back of Mr. Berzerker,
making himself the legal man. He tackles Assman, managing to hit a DDT! He covers! One.. two… Assman kicks out! Berzerker and Tittylover are still tangled
on the ropes! Warren goes for the Microwave Burrito Buster! Assman grabs the top rope, and Warren drops to the mat. He goes on the offensive, whipping
Warren into the ropes! Warren holds on, stopping his momentum! Assman charges, and Warren back body drops him over the top rope! But Assman lands on the
apron! Meanwhile, Berzerker and Tittylover are still grappling with each other! McDonald trying to physically get between the two men! Warren tries to
knock Assman to the floor with a forearm shot! Assman responds with a European Uppercut! Warren stumbles back, allowing Assman to climb back in the ring.
Assman looks like he’s about to hit Assassination… Warren reverses by grabbing the top rope! Assman crashes to his knees, and Warren dropkicks the prone
man right in the face! A cover! Ref is still busy with Berzerker and Tittylover! Warren drags Assman up and whips him to the ropes… Ian Smith is on the
ring apron, he has his shoe off and looks ready to clobber Assman with it… Assman with a reversal! Warren crashes into Ian Smith! A look of anger and
confusion on Warren’s face as he tries to figure out what Smith was thinking, but that doesn’t last as he’s hit with

ASS CRACKER!!!

Warren has all the air driven out of him, and Assman covers! McDonald finally has Tittylover and Berzerker separated, and makes the count!

ONE!!

Berzerker races over to break it up!

TWO!!!

Tittylover intercepts with a big boot! Both men crash to the floor!

THREE!!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here are your winners, and NEW REBEL PRO World Tag Team Champions: TNA!!!

A huge pop for both teams, but TNA is handed the belts. Assman goes to the corner to salute the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a match! The fans loved both teams, but there could only be one winner! Too bad Ian Smith had to cost his team the win, as it could have
gone either way!

Dr. Tittylover looks to be in tears as he has the title belt on one arm, and the other wrapped around his daughter, who has been watching from the front
row. Assman joins his partner on the outside to celebrate the moment. Nothing is going to ruin this night. … For TNA at least. Inside the ring?

Ian Smith is berating Warren. The slacker is barely able to turn over before the manager is in his face, dressing him down for losing the match.

ROB MARTINEZ: Come on! It’s Smith’s own fault the match ended the way it did!

Smith fails to see it that way. He slaps Warren in the face, drawing boos from the fans. Warren tries to keep his cool, but then gets slapped again. Berzerker
is confused, not sure who to help. Warren gets slapped one more time. Warren shrugs his shoulders, and says, “it’s cool”. he starts to walk out of the
ring, and gets slapped in the back of the head. Warren turns around quickly and boots Smith in the gut! A huge cheer as Warren sets up for the Microwave
Burrito Bust-

BERZERKER BREAKS IT UP!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the hell!

Berzerker may be confused, but he doesn’t want Smith hurt. Warren doesn’t have time to be surprised, as Berzerker lifts him up and..

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GOD!

WARREN GORILLA PRESSED TO THE CROWD! And he’s not caught by the fans this time.

TNA is your new tag champions.

But the last thing you see tonight is Warren under a pile of chairs as officials tend to him. The mood in the arena changed in a matter of seconds….

JENNY JERSEY: Everyone have a good night, and one last announcement. Murcielago has named his ref for next week… FORMER NAPW WORLD CHAMPION… DONOVAN
ASTROS!

What?