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 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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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
man 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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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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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...
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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!" 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 2x4 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 2x4 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 2x4! 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 2x4! 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 2x4 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?!

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!

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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!

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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
live... IN ALL OF RICK GARRETT'S STRIP CLUBS! We keep selling out shows and this is a good way too let as many people in this area see the show. Also,
in events not in the REBEL ARENA... we will be selling cheap tickets for a closed circuit broadcast...HERE IN THE REBEL ARENA!

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!

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 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 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 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 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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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 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. 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, set