CULTURE CLASH
05/08/2007
It’s 6:30 and the crowd has been waiting anxiously for the REBEL Arena to open their doors. Once inside the seats start to fill fast. Others hit the merchandise
tables where the first two REBEL shows are for sale on DVD and for only $20 you can pick up the new REBEL tee shirt. Rex Caliber is having his picture
taken in the ring with fans (only $5 a photo) and we see Warren signing autographs for several cute teenage girls (rock on!) Dr. Tittylover and Assman
are also signing autographs, however Tittylover keeps insisting on signing the breasts of the females that are standing in his line. Rob Martinez and the
new Carolinas Champion Murcielago are chatting at ringside and we see a large group of men trying to spit some game at Jenny Jersey. On this evening 290
fans have packed the REBEL Arena for a night of action…And Mayhem.

It’s seven o’ clock, do you know where your kids are?

They’re sitting ringside wearing bloodstained Bluegrass Mafia tee shirts baby!

Let REBEL Reign!

“Killing In The Name Of….” by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and the crowd pops as Rob Martinez holds the ring ropes open for the sexy Jenny
Jersey steps into the ring. She waves to the fans and Martinez is grinning ear to ear. Rob Martinez has the microphone so lets get to it!

ROB MARTINEZ: Are you ready for some REBEL action?

Huge pop. Of course they are Rob.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tonight we have two title matches, an open fed battle royal and….

The crowd (well the males in the crowd anyway) start chanting “We want Jenny!” Clap, Clap, Clap! “We Want Jenny!” Martinez laughs and simply hands over
the microphone to Jenny Jersey. She smiles and waves to the fans.

JENNY JERSEY: Who wants to see some wrestling!

The crowd pops huge, both for the anticipation of wrestling and for the short denim skirt that Jenny is wearing.

JENNY JERSEY: In that case let’s….

A commotion from the Arena entrance causes her to stop mid-sentence and every head turns to see what all the fuss is about. It’s NAPW Superstar Simply Beautiful!
He’s flanked by several members of security and he’s waving a ticket in their faces. Back in the ring Rob Martinez takes the microphone from Jenny.

ROB MARTINEZ: Simply Beautiful as much as we’d like to have you here, REBEL management has BANNED you from this Arena! After last weeks run in on the TLC
match you CANNOT be anywhere near Brian Bruno or REBEL! Security take him out…And refund his ticket.

Some cheers are mixed with a chant of “Get The F*ck out!” clap, clap, clap! “Get The F*ck Out!” Simply Beautiful glares at Rob, the security and everyone
in the raucous crowd before finally allowing security to take him out of the Arena. With that little taste of action the crowd is now at a fever pitch
to see some mayhem. Jenny once again has the microphone and Martinez has taken his seat at ringside.

JENNY JERSEY: Our first match is a special three way dance!

“State of The Union” By Rise Against hits the speakers and the fans come alive.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his REBEL debut, he hails from right here in Raleigh North Carolina! He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds…Deven Darkeyes!!!

Darkeyes comes out from the back to a nice pop from the tough REBEL crowd. He slides into the ring and smiles at some girls at ringside.

“Rational Gaze” by Meshuggah hits the sound system and the former MMA fighter comes through the curtain to the sound of crickets.

JENNY JERSEY: His opponent, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds and hailing from Russia…Mikhail Kharitonov!!

The Russian climbs into the ring and shows no fear nor intimidation of Darkeyes.

JENNY JERSY: And finally…

The crowd is already starting to chant “Ass” “Ass” “Ass”

“Why don’t we do it in the road?” by The Beatles plays on the speakers as the cult favorite of REBEL comes out to a huge pop!

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from Manchester Britain and weighs in tonight at 230 pounds, he is one half of Team TNA…Mike “ASSMAN” Trey!!

Assman slaps the hands of fans along ringside before sliding into the ring. Jersey leaves the ring and all three men are ready for a fight. The referee
makes sure all three men are ready and calls for the bell! The Russian walks straight up to Darkeyes and the men start to jaw jack. Assman watches with
amusement as the two men hurl insults at each other. Darkeyes shoves The Russian and takes a shove in return. Assman, having seen enough, rushes both men
and hits a double clothesline on Deven and The Russian! Assman pulls Darkeyes off the mat and hurls him through the ring ropes to the floor. Kharitonov
is scrambling to his feet when he takes a chop across the chest that elicits a “wooooooo” from the crowd. Assman backs Kharitonov against the ropes and
shots him off, dropping him with a back elbow that sends the Russian rolling to the outside!

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman is in charge of this truly international three way dance! As you know the rules for this

match are simple, you get pinned or submit
you go to the back. Last man standing is the winner.

Darkeyes slides into the ring and catches Assman from behind with a forearm shot across the back. Assman is whipped into the ropes and takes a boot to the
gut that doubles him over. Darkeyes follows up with swinging neckbreaker that takes the Assman to the mat! Kharitonov is back in the ring and Darkeyes
is on him in an instant. Darkeyes takes a double chop thrust to the throat that stuns Deven and the former MMA fighter hits a spinning back kick to the
ribs that puts his man down! Kharitonov pulls Deven off of the mat and shoots him towards the near corner. One whisper in the wind later and Kharitonov
is down! Before Deven can cover he’s grabbed by Assman and tossed out of the ring! Assman pulls Kharitonov to his feet and snaps his head back with an
European uppercut! Kharitonov is scooped up and slammed to the mat as on the ring apron we see Darkeyes scaling towards the top. Assman steps back as Darkeyes
takes flight and nails a corkscrew splash! One, two, three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Kharitonov has been eliminated! This ain’t MMA buddy it’s REBEL!

Darkeyes gets rolled up from behind by Assman! One, two, kickout! Darkeyes scrambles to his feet and takes a clothesline that puts him back on the mat.
Assman looks at the stunned Deven Darkeyes, then at the crowd…There it is! He’s Ridin’ The Pony in the center of the ring! The fans are going nuts as
he gets off the pony and snaps into a wiggle, no, a DOUBLE wiggle! Forearm shot to the head fro a recovered Darkeyes and Assman is staggered! The boos
fill the Arena as Darkeyes backs Assman into a corner and hits him with a pair of back elbows to the head. Assman is shot across the ring into the far
corner and Deven follows him in with a clothesline! Deven hooks the head of Assman and takes him out of the corner with a running bulldog! Deven goes for
a cover and gets a two count. Deven pulls Assman off of the mat and attempts to hit his Collateral Damage! Assman blocks it and pops Deven with a vicious
European uppercut! Deven is staggered and it’s all the opening that Assman needs as he hits the ASSassination! Assman goes for the cover, one, two, three!
ROB MARTINEZ: Another big win for Assman! He’s truly Asstactuar…Christ, I hate saying that.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, Mike “Assman” trey!

The crowd gives Assman a great ovation and he gives them a wiggle with some extra stank on it in return. Deven Darkeyes slowly gets to his feet, gives Assman
a golf clap and slides out of the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough loss for the local kid but I have a feeling he’ll be back.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

“I’m Movin’ On” by Ashley McIsaac hits, and outs sets a less jovial, more determined Al Thoes gripping a steel chair. The fans reach out, patting him on
the back – he looks like a man headed to the gallows, but not yet resigned to his fate and ready to fight for his life.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, one half of the Celtic Assassins, “The Scottish
Wrecking Machine” AAALLL THHOOOOOOOOOOESSSS!

ROB MARTINEZ: All this week, Thoes and O’Brady have been talking about getting tougher, more pyhsical in the ring. They’ve talked about giving the fans
what they want; if they indeed want hardcore from them, they’ll give them hardcore. Thoes looks ready tonight, but can a change in attitude be enough to
stop this monster from the Amazon?

Nine Inch Nails replaces Thoes’ McIsaac, and from behind the curtain steps Miranda. Caliban steps out behind her, as fierce and ready for battle as ever.
Conspicuous in his absense is Caliban’s handler, Ringmaster Iago. In any event, Caliban makes his way down to the ring, and jumps to the apron before climbing
through.

ROB MARTINEZ: It appears Miranda will go it alone as far as keeping Caliban somewhat under control here tonight, but you have to wonder where the heck Iago
is. Perhaps there’s a bluelight special at K-Mart?

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin, weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds – CAAAAALLLLLIBAAAANNNN!

The bell rings, and here comes Thoes with the chair. THWAK! Right over the monster’s head. Caliban stumbles back, and Thoes rears back to swing again -
THWAK! Two huge chair shots from Thoes sends Caliban into the ropes, and he’s tied up! It looks like Thoes’ new, “hardcore” attitude is paying off here.
He looks for one more on the defenseless monster – Caliban counters and kicks the chair into his face. Miranda quickly jumps up to the apron and frees
him, and Caliban charges Thoes to deck him with a lariat! Caliban wastes no time, here he is off the ropes with a big splash, smashing Thoes rib cage.
He picks Thoes up and whips him to the corner – Avalanche! Thoes is on dream street, he staggers towards the middle of the ring a few steps before being
picked up and hammered with a pumphandle drop, putting Caliban in dominant control early. Miranda shouts something to him, and he lets Thoes get to his
feet. BOOM! Right hand from Thoes to the forehead. He lays into him with another stiff shot, connects with a stiff “WOO” chop, and starts reigning down
forearms on the monster before a quick Irish Whip – power clothesline – ducked! Caliban goes off the far ropes and bounds back, missing the mark with a
forearm smash. Thoes capitalizes and drops the Amazonian with a backdrop suplex, but Caliban is right back to his feet behind him and waits for him to
turn. Toe Kick! And here comes a ring-shaking suplex slam, look at the power of Caliban! Thoes clutches at his midsection and rolls over, practically a
sitting duck…but Caliban relents at Miranda’s urging.

ROB MARTINEZ: What gives? Caliban would be all over him like white on rice usually, but for some reason Miranda is calling off the dogs. And where the heck
is Iago? This just doesn’t add up!

Thoes pulls himself up, and grabs the chair he dropped earlier. Caliban moves in on him, but Thoes sticks him in the ribs to get some separation. And then
THROWS the chair off his skull! The crowd lets out a collective “oooh” and Caliban drops to one knee. Thoes runs at him and puts him down with a knee lift.
Thoes is in control now, and he drops not one but two elbows right into the sternum of the fallen beast. Now he mounts him – and here come the fists, BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM! And one more for good measure. Thoes now with a power chinlock – no, Caliban with an elbow before he can lock it in. Caliban gets to his
feet and just FLOORS Thoes with an uppercut, you could hear the sound of fist meeting jaw back in Glasgow. Caliban picks him up and throws him off the
ropes, and picks him up for a Gorilla Press Slam! My goodness, what an impact! That’s a two hundred and ninety pound man that Caliban just dropped like
a bad habit! Caliban raises his arms up high, celebrating with his back turned to his opponent – and that’s always the worst time to celebrate. Thoes with
a desperation low blow! Even Caliban can’t withstand that, and down he goes. Thoes wastes no time and locks in his power chinlock! This could be it, Caliban
can’t fight without any oxygen! He synches the hold in as hard as he can, his massive biceps wrapped around Caliban’s head. Caliban tries to pound away
on his arm, but he’s fading. A cup of soda hits the ring – these people want tables, not strategy! No use, though. Referee Dale McDonald checks his arm
once. It falls! Twice – no sir! Caliban starts getting to his feet, and Thoes pulls back even harder – Caliban is up, and the strange recipient of some
cheers from the crowd. Elbow smash to the gut of Al Thoes! That breaks the hold, and Caliban scoops his opponent up into an Argentine Rack – HOLEY MOLEY!
He picked up Thoes like a baby and planted him with the Dreadlock Drop! Caliban shoots up, and quickly picks Thoes up. So he can toss his ass over the
top rope! The crowd’s getting into now, these two behemoths are gonna brawl it out on the arena floor. Caliban picks Thoes up off the protective mats and
drives him back first into the guardrail! And then takes him down with a big right hand – no, blocked by Thoes in desperation! Thoes with a Zidane headbutt
to the chest stuns Caliban – and somebody in the front row just handed Thoes a beer. Thoes takes a sip (the Scottish don’t waste beer) and throws the contents
into the monster’s eyes to the delight of the crowd. POWER CLOTHESLINE takes Caliban down! Thoes is pounding him on the floor, as McDonald tries to get
them back into the ring on the outside. He can’t even make a count, so he may as well save his breath.

ROB MARTINEZ: Al Thoes is shockingly trading blows with Caliban and coming

out on top! If he keeps this up – OH NO!

Caliban clutches him by the throat, and Thoes grabs at his arm to free himself. Caliban starts getting to his feet, his hand still firmly around Thoes’
gullet. Thoes kicks him in the gut, and backs him off. He charges – back body drop, Thoes crashes onto the ring apron! Caliban loses it now and looks ready
to KILL – but Miranda directs him back into the ring, leaving Thoes to collect himself outside. Thoes takes some time to get up, but he manages to get
back to his feet. He picks up the table adjacent to the timekeeper’s and tosses it into the ring, sliding in after it – but he gets levelled as soon as
he walks in with the steel chair he himself brought to the ring! Caliban quickly sets the table up towards the center of the ring. Thoes gets up, on spaghetti
legs – POWERSLAM lays him out on the mat. Miranda calls for her monster to finish the match off, and Caliban olbiges by peeling Thoes off the mat – HEART
OF DARKNESS breaks the table in two! Caliban covers with one foot – it’s academic from here. One, two, three.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s all over here – oh, what’s this? Come on now, that’s enough!

Caliban picks Thoes up and plants him with ANOTHER Heart of Darkness before tossing him out between the ropes. He stands tall, triumphant heading into his
SuperShow match. He turns to leave – and it’s Bruce Richards! From out of the crowd, it’s Bruce the Beast! He’s laying into Caliban, and the two are going
back and forth in the middle of the ring! The crowd’s on their feet!

ROB MARTINEZ: IAGO! IAGO WITH A CHAIN! What a cheap shot!

Ringmaster Iago came running down the ramp was soon as Bruce hit the ring and decked him with

the length of chain from behind. Iago’s yelling for Caliban
to finish Richards off, and tosses him the chain. Caliban wraps it around his throat starts choking the life out of him. The timekeeper’s ringing the bell
like crazy, but that’s not doing much of anything, now is it? Caliban relents, and wraps the chain around his massive meathook of a fist instead. Iago
picks the limp Bruce Richards up – BAM! Caliban busts him WIDE OPEN.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my goodness, that just put Bruce’s lights out! What a statement made by Caliban heading into the SuperShow! He dismantles not just Thoes,
but Bruce Richards as well. Can anyone stop this monster?

Caliban, Iago and Miranda stand tall in the ring as Bruce lie bleeding at their feet. Will the same happen at the SuperShow, or will Bruce get a measure
of revenge?

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During a brief intermission in the show, “When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys hits the speakers as NAPW Provincial and Tag Team Champion, “LDK” Lloyd
Rees walks out from behind the curtain and heads straight to the ring; business, all business. In Lloyd’s hand is the evidence folder from the police station.
Rees grabs the microphone from the hands of REBEL Pro ring announcer, Jenny Jersey, rolls in the ring, and starts to speak.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Brian Bruno!! Get yer ass out here Bruno!!

A few moments pass, nothing.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Come’on Bruno! Ya got t’face up t’what ya did t’John!! Get yer ass out here!!

A few more moments pass, finally, “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica plays over the airwaves and “Big Bad” Brian Bruno walks out from behind the curtain
and slowly makes his way to the ring. The whole way he seems to be talking to Rees motioning that he is a innocent man. Bruno makes it to the ring, climbs
inside, as “LDK” waste no time getting in the face of the bigger Bruno.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Why Bruno?! Tell me why da hell ya dame near killed John!! I want answers and I want d’hem now!!

Bruno smirks evilly.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: Calm down Lloyd. I’m an innocent man! Think about this, why would I attack John?

“LDK” LLOYD REES: D’hats what I’m ask’n ya Bruno, why? Sure me and you have never been friends but Christ Brian, we ain’t never been enemies!! I even though
me and you might be on da same page, with our hate fer Beautiful land all but, I can’t deny da evidence. Yer f**k’n prints were on da glasses Bruno!! You
were d’ere when Salty was attacked!!

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: See I think that is where all this went sour Lloyd. Can you not see what Andrew is trying to do? Since you defeated him at Sole Survivor
he has not been the same. He wanted to get revenge, and good! But he could not chance being caught so, he set this up to make it look like I did this.
He knew it would be easy with my past. Open your eyes to the truth Rees!! Simply Beautiful is responsible for all this!! He attacked your friend!! He is
the reason John is unable to walk on his own right now!!

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Sounds good fer you Bruno, but da proof is right here!!

Rees slams the evidence envelope into the chest of Brian Bruno. Bruno opens the envelope and looks over the paper.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: I understand my prints are on the glasses Lloyd but, this could have happened a number of ways. Could have been when I slapped that
little bitch in the face. Honestly think about this “LDK”. What did I have to gain from attacking John? Nothing!! Now, weight that against the reasons
Beautiful had to do this; you’re multiple titles reigns, your victory at Sole Survivor, and your recognition around the world as one of the best wrestlers
in recent years. Is this all adding up inside your head?

Lloyd seems confused and torn.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Maybe yer right Bruno. It does seem d’hat Beautiful would have more of a motive fer dis…I apologize Bruno. Yer right here and I’m wrong.
Everybody’s aloud t’make one in d’eir life. I’ll be da bigger man here…

Lloyd extends his hand and the men shake. Rees turns and starts to leave the ring discouraged that the identity of John Salty’s attacker is still unknown.
Bruno speaks up before Rees can get out of the ring.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: Rees…

Lloyd turns to see what Brian Bruno has to say.

CRUSH!!!

Bruno just destroyed Rees with a vicious SHORT CLOTHESLINE!! Rees is out!! Bruno leans over, smiling.

“BIG BAD” BRIAN BRUNO: I enjoyed every moment of scrabbling John’s brains Lloyd! It’s just to bad I could get the job done!

Bruno tears the evidence envelope into pieces and sprinkles them over the laid out Rees. Bruno makes his way to the back as David Banks makes his way to
aid his partner. Bruno stands atop the ramp and stares down at the ring, evil all over his face, and then disappears into the back. In the ring, Banks
helps Rees to his feet, which in turn, pushes Banks off him, getting to his feet of his own power. Obviously very pissed, Rees heads backstage with Banks
in tow.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

Nottingham Lace by Buckethead blasts out the PA, and A rather Sick looking Billy Kryenik carefully makes his way down to the ring. The fans are screaming,
but Billy doesn’t seem to hear it.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 229lbs – this is SICK Billy KRENIK!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wow, SBK looks a lot worse than I’d have thought, thats a 100 degree fever there folks! What a fighter, but that certainly gives Warren the
edge.

JENNY JERSEY – And his opponent, at 187lbs – WARREN!

As SBK climbs carefully up the steps into the ring, as Guns N’ Roses’ Paradise City hits the arena, and Warren runs down the to the ring, tripping and flipping
himself over in the process. But he’s ok folks! He gets himself back up and sticks his hands up to an utterly silent crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, Warren hasn’t got a win yet in REBEL, let’s see how this one turns out. SBK isn’t at 100%, far from it, but then again, this is Warren.
The bell hits, and immediately SBK dives into Warren, a quick grapple, SBK hooking in a hammerlock, a knee to leg of Warren, and SBK spins round into a
nice kick to the chest – the sounds rings throughout the arena.

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah, nice shot. SBK really is sick today folks, but this just shows our REBEL stars won’t give up to give you fans a great show!

Warren climbs to his feet, turns around looking for SBK, and WHAM! Superkick to the face of Warren. Billy dives on his body, a quick pin, and just shy of
the 3 count. He wants this over quickly. Warren gets dragged up, and an irish whip into the turnbuckle, runs into him with a nice lariat, and props Warren
up on the top rope.

ROB MARTINEZ: Is this a Hot Salvation? There it is, a drop to his knee. Perfectly executed even in his state!

Warren climbs to his feet, and SBK lurches over him – quickly recoils! Thumb to the eye! Warren throws himself on to the ropes, springboard splash! But
SBK steps out the way, and Warren goes face first onto the mat.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, at least the kid’s got heart – but to me this looks like a one sided fight.

SBK takes a moment on the ropes, and a twitch indicates warren is still alive on the mat. Billy moves over to him and gives him a few stomps, trying to
keep him down. SBK is physically looking more and more sick, the fever has caused a heavy sweat to pour off him, and he looks like he may pass out at any
moment.

ROB MARTINEZ: Look at that, SBK is leaning back in the turnbuckle, trying to catch a breath, trying to, well it looks like hes trying to keep consciousness.
Warren is slowly getting up, notices SBK in the opposite, corner, and charges, lunging himself at the turnbuckle, to which SBK rolls out of the way, watches
as Warren’s face smashes into the corner, giving a little disapproving nod as he watches it. SBK grabs Warren from behind, arms round waist, and throws
him over with a nice German suplex – Warren landing fairly badly on the back of his neck.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, I would comment on this match, but hey, this isn’t even a match anymore. This is just Warren getting beaten down. Similar to most of
his matches, I guess.

SBK grabs Warren, and makes a motion for the Dry Lake! The fans go crazy, but hey, we expected as much. He underhooks, but Warren sharply lifts his head
– low blow! Then with all his might tries to flip SBK over, but SBK falls back instead. Nice try anyway, Warren. Takes a minute for a breather, wiping
his face, and then irish whip of the ropes, and he just throws himself on SBK. ref makes a pin.. 1! Not even close for a two count. SBK isn’t out yet.
He gets back up, and whacks Warren’s head into the turnbuckle, taking him round the ring, thats a smack in each four turnbuckles! But While Warren collpases
on the ground, SBK again takes another breather!

ROB MARTINEZ: SBK better hope he can get a win quickly, he’s physically red, sweating so much, that ring mat is soaked. He’s not in a good state.

SBK grabs Warren sets him up on the top rope, then begins climbing. A foot slips, but he’s ok, wavering a bit on the top. Lays a few punches into Warren
some going wildly off Warren, just punching air, but he connects with at least one, and gets ready to hit a Frankensteiner, he jumps for it, but misses
– falling back on the mat below. The sweat pouring off him, his chest not even rising anymore. Warren chucks himself from the top rope, only an arm connecting
with SBK though – he really needs to work on that. But the ref counts it! One! Two! Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need some help down here now! I don’t even know if Billy is still breathing!

Some of the medical staff from the back run down to check on Billy, he’s not even visible in under the bodies anymore, but wait, he’s being helped up! Gives
a thumbs up!

Warren walks over to him, and SBK holds out a hand! Warren shakes it! SBK is carefully helped out of the ring, and laid onto a nearby stretcher.

ROB MARTINEZ: What a fighter. A luck win for Warren, but hopefully we can get a check up on SBK later tonight, he doesn’t look to be good. A win for Warren,
but only just. Wow. Let’s hope SBK is going to be alright after this.

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“My Generation” blasts from the speakers… and the crowd goes wild for the trio that steps through the curtain!

JENNY JERSEY: Alright, Raleigh, it is time now for the Tag Team Championship match! Coming to the ring hailing from the state of Kentucky, they weigh in
at a total combined weight of five-hundred and forty-five pounds! With Lyndsey Valentine, they are “THE ANGRY AMERICAN” MATTHEW KURTIS… “THE SHOW” CHAD
KURTIS… the challengers, THE BLUEGRASS MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation here tonight for the challengers! The Kurtis boys and their manager are popular, but of course Lyndsey Valentine not just
a manager, Lovely Lyndsey a part of the big title shot Battle Royale here tonight. But while Lyndsey could earn a Heavyweight title shot tonight it is
Matthew & Chad Kurtis competing for the Tag Team titles against a team they know very well…

Matt holds down the middle rope for Lyndsey. The Show hits a corner – quite the intense expression on his face as he makes the “Belt” motion around his
waist. Matt and Lyndsey pose for the crowd, the big man raising an arm high Diesel-style. Oh yeah. The BGM are serious here tonight…

“The New Foundation.” AKForty’s beats flood the arena, and out come the boo birds.

JENNY JERSEY: And now welcome the champions! Accompanied by the manager Mr. B, they weigh in at a total combined weight of four-hundred and seventy-two
pounds… they are the reigning and defending REBEL Pro Wrestling tag team champions PRINCE DARKO, THOMAS YOUNG, THE FOUNDATION!

Some fan is giving Darko hell. Mr. B “holds Darko back.” Thomas Young, on the other hand, isn’t goofing around at all. He’s adjusting his wrist tape and
starting hard into the ring at the Kurtis brothers, Lyndsey taking her place on the outside of the ring. Darko slaps Young on the back… what’s this?
They’re playing paper-rock-scissors again, determining who starts the match. Oh no, they both get rock. Now what do they do?

ROB MARTINEZ: It was just over a month ago at the first-ever REBEL show that these two teams engaged in a classic tag team encounter. The Foundation were
able to score a close victory en route to winning the tag team titles that are on the line here tonight, but the BGM clearly deserved a title shot after
their performance — and here we go! The Foundation slides into the ring and go right to their opponents! Senior official Dale McDonald calls for the
bell to start this one off!

All four men going at it here! Prince Darko and The Show are laying into one another with right hands, while Thomas Young tries to take down the near seven-foot
tall Matthew Kurtis. This is a donnybrook already! The Foundation look to send their men off the ropes — each BGM member reverses, The Foundation come
off the ropes in rebound! DROPKICK! BIG BOOT! Chad & Matt respectively rock their counterparts and The Foundation head to the outside to regroup with Mr.
B. There’s no count-outs in REBEL Pro Wrestling, of course, so they can’t get counted out (purposely or otherwise) to retain the beltsSHOOTING STAR PRESS
TO THE OUTSIDE! THE SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! SHOW! chant the people! The Show sacrificing his body to wipe out The Foundation AND Mr. B on the outside, spilling
bodies all over the aisle!

Kurtis yells out “HOW YOU LIKE THAT?”, the crowd responding in kind. He rolls Darko back into the ring and throws some shots at Thomas Young, ramming him
head first into guardrail. Wait a minute! Chad Kurtis up on the ring apron! Thomas Young looks up just in time to see the man barreling off the apron with
a somersault, wiping him out AGAIN! Meanwhile in the ring, Darko gouges Matt’s eyes to try to gain an advantage. He throws some forearm shots into the
face, then tries to irish whip Matt out of the corner. Hm. Matt doesn’t want to move. And when The Big Blue Ass-kicker doesn’t want to move… Darko tries
to whip him again, Kurtis simply plants his feet.

AND THEN BEHEADS DARKO WITH A SHORT CLOTHESLINE.

“BGM! BGM!” goes the crowd. Matt pulls up a dazed and rocked Prince Darko, suplex coming up. Making him think about it! Matt drops an arm to the side, simply
holding Darko up with one arm! Crowd counts the seconds, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen… still going! FOURTEEN, fifteen,
sixteen, seventeen, eighteeen… nineteeen…. Twenty! Crash! Darko takes the hard way down, arching his back in pain. He doesn’t get a second to recover
as Chad Kurtis comes off the top rope with a flying splash, Superfly style! Chad Kurtis covers, ONE, TWO, Thomas Young makes the save!

ROB MARTINEZ: We’re five minutes into the match and there’s the first pinfall, this is not technically a tornado match but referee Dale McDonald has his
hands full trying to keep these four men in line! The BGM want to put this away early, they can already taste the gold!

Young attacks Chad, but here comes Matt from behind stomping down. Matt picks up Thomas Young, belly-to-back suplex — Young flips out and lands on his
feet! LOW BLOW bows Matt down but here’s Chad Kurtis in on Young, firing away. The grimace on Matt’s face tells the story, but he’s certainly not down
yet… but Prince Darko connects with a jawbreaker to keep the big man stunned. Dale McDonald doesn’t seem to be making either team take a corner, this
one isn’t slowing down. Prince Darko now trying to chop down the huge Matt Kurtis… Series of knife-edge chops resonate through the building, and then
Darko hits the ropes MATT WITH A LARIAT. Just when you think Darko is building some momentum, the Kentucky Wildcat explodes with a brutal lariat to take
the man down. Cover on Darko by Matt, one, two, Young again with a save to make sure Darko doesn’t HAVE to kick-out.

Young stomping on Matt’s head, trying to keep the big man down on the canvas. The Show is on the outside, seems that Young was able to dump the man, but
he’s getting back in. Young helps Darko up, yelling out some directions. Young stomps Chad before the man can get up, trying to keep him down. He positions
him, and then Chad Kurtis eats the Follow Through. Darko puts another boot to Matt’s head and then comes over, now he’s back in charge. What’s going on
here? Young pulls Kurtis up, draping his arms and neck over the top rope! Darko gets a run… and it’s the Phase 2 double-team move on Chad Kurtis! That
could break a man’s back! Chad is down and rolls to the outside, and that leaves The Foundation to double-team Matt Kurtis with a chorus of vicious stomps.
ROB MARTINEZ: And now the momentum has turned in the favor of the tag champions, they have a temporary two-on-one situation against The Angry American here!
The champs have to find a way to keep the man down long enough for a three count… well, that might do it. Mr. B just slid in a steel chair!

Young pulls Matt up, who starts fighting. He nails Young good and stands tall TURN AROUND MATT

KRACK.

Prince Darko just LAYS into Matt with the steel chair! Matt is still standing, on wobbly legs, and Darko revs up for another one — Matt grabs him by the
throat! Oh my gosh, chokeslam? Thomas Young from behind on Matt Kurtis… and Darko brings the chair down hard across Matt’s exposed back. Matt is down
to one knee, wincing… wait a minute! Darko holding the chair in front of Matt’s face! Young off the ropes BIG BOOT INTO THE CHAIR! INTO MATT’S FACE!
HE’S DOWN! COVER BY DARKO! ONE! TWO! Th— THE SHOW WITH THE SAVE!

ROB MARTINEZ: A near-fall for the champs, where the HELL did The Show come from? What guts from The Last Action! Hero! This one isn’t over yet!

Matt is clearly dazed from the series of chair shots, it took three to take him down. Meanwhile The Show is a house of fire! Dropkick Young, dropkick Darko!
And now it’s a German Suplex on Thomas Young! Kurtis holds on and rolls through… a second German Suplex! But here comes Prince Darko, Kurtis releases
Young and ducks, then… hits a German on Darko! Now he’s got a second on Darko! The third, Darko trying to block, but he can’t Thomas Young from behind!
That dazes Chad, and then it’s Darko’s turn! TCS, Complete Shot! Cover gets one, two, nnnnno Chad Kurtis with the kick-out! Darko grabs that steel chair
again, what’s he want here? He puts it down in the center of the ring, not a Zamunda Driver on the chair! Chad reverses! Back drop! Young rushes in SUPERKICK!
CHAD KURTIS WITH THE SUPERKICK! HE HOOKS THE LEG, ONE, TWO, THREKICKOUT. But now it’s KURTIS with the steel chair! He tosses it to Darko? DROPKICK! VAN
DAMINATOR! Chad covers, one, two, Darko is able to kick-out!

Chad Kurtis grabs Prince Darko up and says, this is over! Matt Kurtis is back up… he puts Darko on his shoulders! Chad Kurtis goes to the top rope, it’s
going to be the KURTIS KRUSHER — MR. B UP TOP! He’s got a hold of Chad’s leg, preventing him from leaping off. Wait a minute! Thomas Young chopblocks
Matt’s knee! Darko and Matt go down in a heap, and then Young leaps to the top rope… wait a minute… YOUNG! Thomas Young is standing up top, what the
hell is he doing? No! He can’t —

POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER’S TABLE!

ROB MARTINEZ: OH MY GAWWWWWWD! The table exploding in splinters and Thomas Young and Chad Kurtis both lying in the wreckage! This match has just gotten
serious!

Darko loves what he just saw, but he knows he’s got to keep Matt Kurtis down. He stomps the leg, then picks up the steel chair, bringing it down HARD across
the knee. This is just sick! Darko making with the choke, it’s not like the referee can disqualify the man. He lets off, the crowd booing him like crazy.
And now what? Darko is signalling to Mr. B! Mr. B comes in the ring, and Prince Darko giving some instructions. Oh no, he’s not going to! Prince Darko
is trying to CRIPPLE Matthew Kurtis! Mr. B holding the chair on top of Matt Kurtis’ knee while Prince Darko climbs to the top rope! Don’t do it Darko!
Matt Kurtis suddenly rolls over and boots Mr. B in the face! He gets to his one good leg, Darko sees that his man is suddenly up, so he changes plans!
Double ax-handle off the topBIGBOOOTO! BIG-AH BOOOOT-O! Matt Kurtis stood on his injured leg for just a second, just long enough to KILL Darko dead with
his other size 18 right to the face! Darko is out, Matt holding his knee, trying to shake off the pain.

However, here’s Thomas Young rolling back into the ring. Matt took Darko out, but Chad is the worse for wear on

the outside… And Mr. B trying again to
help out his team, he’s got the chair up, prepared to bring it down across Matt’s knee —

Lyndsey Valentine, on the ring apron, grabs it from behind! Mr. B turns around and KRACK! Lyndsey brings the chair right down onto Mr. B’s face! The crowd
goes CRAZY, but unfortunately, it’s only temporary because Thomas Young blindsides Lyndsey with a running big boot! Valentine flies backwards, nailing
the back of her head on the guardrail! Young stares down at her, then looks over the crowd in disgust.

And they shower him with hate.

ROB MARTINEZ: I question what goes in the mind of Thomas Young. This man seems to actually enjoy hurting people, putting them out, like they did to Dio
Muerte last week with that brutal assault. And now Matt Kurtis is all alone with both members of The Foundation!

Young helps Darko up, and the two men turn as one to stare at Matt Kurtis. Matt is in the corner, he stares at both men, yelling at them to COME ON. Darko
and Young slowly coming towards Matt… Matt swings with his long arms, almost tagging Darko… Young rushes forward! Darko in behind, they’re pounding
on Matthew Kurtis, fists, kicks to the knee, just covering the main in blows. And for all of Matt Kurtis’ vaunted strength and ass-kicking ability, he
is right now only a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. And we all know how good his chances are…

But never count out a damn Kurtis! Because HERE’S THE SHOW! The Show blasts both Foundation members, he’s beaten up but going at it! Chad pulls Darko off,
firing away. But Darko rakes the eye and puts Chad into the opposite corner as Thomas Young chokes Matt with his boot… Darko yells over his shoulder
to Young. Opposite corners of the ring, and The Foundation irish whip the BGM into one another — WAIT! Chad Kurtis leapfrogs over Matt! FRANKENSTEINER
to Thomas! Darko sees the change and rushes at the stopped Matt… and he eats a big, mother SPINEBUSTER! The BGM have turned the tables, and suddenly
the crowd is on their feet! Chad Kurtis hits the turnbuckles, one, two, THREE jumps!

BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!

He covers for ONE, TWO, THREEE…..

Young kicks out! Young kicks out!

Across the ring Matt sends Darko to the ropes for a Clothesline From Hell, but Darko grabs the top rope and stops. Matthew comes forward for his Yakuza
Kick, but Darko moves out of the way and Matt instead hits the top rope, catching his damaged knee. Chad Kurtis drops Young and charges Darko as well,
but this time Darko dives under the superkick attempt, and he nails THE EFFECT on Chad to put him down. But he does not go for the pinfall?

Prince Darko slides outside and grabs another steel chair from a fan at ringside. Oh no! He blasts Matt’s knee with it, Matt taking a hard spill from his
precarious position on the top rope to the concrete floor. There are no protective mats in REBEL Pro Wrestling… Darko goes underneath the ring and pulls
out a table! He unfolds the legs, then awkwardly positions Matt Kurtis on top of it. Another chair shot to the head to keep Matt prone… Oh my gosh! Prince
Darko is going to the ring again? What’s he going for?!

JUST PERFECTION SPRINGBOARD SWANTON! Onto Matthew Kurtis. Breaking through the table!

ROB MARTINEZ: Matthew Kurtis has been placed through a table, but Prince Darko isn’t in much better position! There’s no good way to land on concrete floor,
not when you’re sacrificing your body like that!

In the ring it’s Chad Kurtis and Thomas Young, Young grabs Kurtis from behind first! Young Cutter — Chad flips out! Young turns around, toekick, CROWD
TO THEIR FEET, CK FINALE, MR. B! From behind on Chad Kurtis with his briefcase! Thomas Young’s turn, SHADES OF DEATH! Connects! ONE! TWO! THREEEENOOOOO!
CHAD KURTIS SOMEHOW KICKS OUT!

Young can’t believe it! He’s in shock! Two he says, holding two fingers up, but Chad Kurtis somehow, someway kicked out of the man’s signature move. Young’s
face turns from shock to anger as he stomps Chad Kurtis. Hold on —Prince Darko has crawled back into the ring with whatever strength he has left… and
he locks up Chad Kurtis with a full nelson. Here comes Young off the ropes with a sickening Big Boot to the face! They call that GAME OVER, and it at last
gets a three-count!

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match and still tag team champions, The Foundation! ROB MARTINEZ: There are broken tables, dented steel chairs, what a
match this was but The Foundation are walking out of here the winners. A great effort from the Bluegrass Mafia but tonight was not their night.

Chad Kurtis rolls outside. He and Lyndsey help Matt up the aisle, Matt favoring his right knee. The Foundation are victorious in the ring… but a moment
after the BGM hit the apron, suddenly new music hits. The music of…

Dio Muerte!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hold the phone, ladies and gentlemen! It is the man who has been waging a one-man war against Darko & Young ever since Sole Survivor II up
in Canada! Last week The Foundation hurt Dio Muerte, I didn’t even know he was in the building tonight!

The crowd pops for Dio Muerte, who is holding a microphone in one hand and his trademark bat in the other. He “shushes” them and then starts in.

Dio Muerte: I sat down at home this whole week, I heard all that you had to say Thomas. I was gone from your vocabulary. Do you fear me?! Do you Thomas?!
Because I know the answer. Darko, you didn’t mention me either, do you fear me too? Do you fear what I’ve become. This wasn’t part of the plan was it?
You thought I wouldn’t come back, I wasn’t suppose to. I was suppose to go by the script that you had “assigned” to me and run with it to the endzone.
I always hated football, I was always some what illiterate or just a bit dyslexic. So your plans didn’t

follow through. Your plans never do. You know what
else, I’ll take that plan that’s already been broken and I’ll demolish it.

Thomas Young : What in the world are you talking about? I think those shots to the head made you lose those few remaining marbles.

Dio Muerte: No time for games Thomas, especially when your tag titles are on the line.

Prince Darko: The hell are you talking about?

Dio Muerte: You dumb ass, it’s self explanatory.

Prince Darko: You want to challenge us for the belts?

Thomas Young: That’s what he said.

Prince Darko: You need a partner for that, idiot.

Dio Muerte: You’re Chris Tucker in an afro you know that.

Thomas Young: Real clever. You want more of a beating from last week? We’ll give you one. There’s nobody who’s going to be your tag partner! Who do you
got?

Dio Muerte: Well…

Dio stops. He looks around, then shrugs.

Thomas Young: I knew you didn’t have a partner —

Dio Muerte: You didn’t let me finish! Lemme introduce my partner, you know his name real well, he’s crazy, my partner to challenge you,

JEFF JAMES!

Jeff James? … JEFF JAMES! Rushes out of the curtain, and the REBEL crowd may not be entirely familiar but many of them sure know that James is the younger
brother of Thomas Young, out injured at the hands of his brother and Darko! Dio and Jeff rush the ring going crazy, and The Foundation don’t want any part
of it. The Foundation end up near the curtain as James hits the corner, the crowd loving it. Dio taps his bat on the corner as Young picks up the mic near
him.

Thomas Young: Jeffery?

Jeff James: In the flesh. So next week on that NAPW/REBEL Supershow… are we on for the belts?

Foundation huddle up for a bit.

Thomas Young: You know what?

Prince Darko: Okay, fine.

Crowd pops! But suddenly Darko cuts over their noise.

Prince Darko: One condition, we win Jeffery you never step in a Rebel ring, ever again. I’ll be surprise if you can walk into one period.

Jeff James: Fine, but then how about, I take your mask along with those titles?

Prince Darko: You know what, that doesn’t sound that bad, cause, I’ll be taking that hair… Lara Croft.

Crowd oooohs at that one. Jeff strokes his hair, considering.

Jeff James: So you’re talking my hair… vs your stupid mask, Darko… REBEL tag titles on the line?

Prince Darko: You’re not deaf son.

Jeff James: … Deal!

Dio Muerte’s music hits again, wow, what a development here! Next week at the NAPW/REBEL supershow, The Foundation will settle their issue with Dio Muerte
& Jeff James once and for all, tag titles on the line, Darko’s mask vs Jeff’s hair!

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is the EIGHT MAN BATTLE ROYAL! To be eliminated, an opponent must be thrown over the top rope, and BOTH FEET must touch
the ground at ringside.

“Bad Boys” hits the speakers. Jenny Jersey looks a little perplexed, and glances at Senior Referee Dale McDonald, who just shrugs. The crowd murmurs a bit,
then bursts into laughter as “BAD BOY” JOEY MALONE emerge from the curtains, dressed as the Macho Man Randy Savage, Extreme Jobber Championship around
his waist, and struts down to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: I’m not entirely sure what the Extreme Jobber of the NAPW is doing here…

Malone takes Jenny’s microphone.

JOEY MALONE: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

That earns a pop from the crowd. Malone continues, speaking in a bad Randy Savage impression.

JOEY MALONE: I heard about this here battle royal, and that it was open to anyone, anywhere. So, Macho Malone is throwing in his hat! OOOH YEAHH!

Again a cheer from the crowd… who, I guess like to watch the poor guy get beat up. Joey hands back Jenny’s microphone and starts taking off his Macho
Man outfit. Jenney Jersey climbs out of the ring, as “Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the speakers. The crowd boos as KENNY “The Colossal” KRENSHOV
slowly emerges from the back and starts down to the ring. The front row fans are especially harsh, one guy sticking out his chin and daring Krenshov to
take a shot.

ROB MARTINEZ: Not a warm welcome from the REBEL Pro fans. It looks like Krenshov’s actions in the NAPW have preceded him, and this crowd is letting him
have it.

Krenshov angrily ignores them, and steps into the ring. Joey Malone audibly gulps and retreats under the bottom rope. Krenshov sneers down at him. “Money
Talks” by AC/DC replaces Krenshov’s music, and the crowd gives a welcoming cheer to the NAPW’s CA$H.

ROB MARTINEZ: A warm welcome to NAPW newcomer Ca$h! This young man is looking to make a name for himself tonight, and winning a shot against NAPW Commissioner
Rex Caliber, our Heavyweight Champion, would definitely get him noticed in his home promotion.

He glad-hands a few of the front row fans, and circles around the ring, looking warily up at the three-hundred-plus pound Krenshov. Ca$h, perhaps wisely,
decides to play it safe, joining Joey Malone at ringside. “Nobody’s Listening” by Linkin Park heralds the coming of “THE CRUSHER” KURT JAMES. He earns
himself a cheer as well, but isn’t content to stand by like Ca$h and Malone. Crusher rushes into the ring, and taking his initiative, both Ca$h and Malone
do as well. All three men stare down Krenshov, who just continues to sneer at them, and reclines in a corner. Dale McDonald holds the four men apart for
now, demanding they wait for the rest of the competitors. “NWO” by Ministry, and here comes “The Career Killer” JAKE PHOENIX, and the fans’ cheers turn
to boos. Phoenix ignores them and climbs into the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix has had a storied career, and lately he seems to have come to an understanding with his long-time rival Donovan
Astros. Phoenix will be wrestling in the eight-man tag match at the Supershow AGAINST REBEL Pro Wrestling.

Powerman 5000 and “Supernova Goes Pop”. CHRIS “The Sparx” CORSTENOCA hits the ring running, the crowd cheering. The newcomer to the REBEL ring gets a warm
reception, and joins the growing number of people in the ring. “Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 gets boos from the crowd. “The Irish Adonis” BOBBY O’BRADY
steps out from behind the curtain. This week there’s no shirts. There’s no attempts to win the fans over. O’Brady just angrily storms to the ring and slides
in, ignoring the fans.

ROB MARTINEZ: A newly focused Bobby O’Brady here tonight, but the REBEL fans don’t seem to buy it. Maybe a win tonight in the battle royal will earn him
some cheers.

“Never Gonna Get It” by Akon, and David Banks steps out from the curtains with his NAPW Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He proudly pats it, and starts
down to the ring, the fans giving him a mixed reception. In the ring, Crusher, O’Brady and Phoenix all give him an especially covetous glance. All three
men have expressed an intention to win that title belt in a few short weeks. As Banks climbs into the ring, Joan Jett hits the speakers with “Bad Reputation.”
LOVELY LYNDSEY VALENTINE emerges from the back to a surprisingly loud and positive reception from the crowd. All of the men in the ring watch her enter.
Jake Phoenix smirks. Krenshov cracks his knuckles. Lyndsey blows them a kiss, as “I Am The Man” by Philisopher Kings starts up. Those cheers all become
boos as STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS comes out of the back. He smirks at the fans and taps his head, then struts down to the ring and slides in. He rises next
to Lyndsey and, leering, gives her a wink. Valentine looks like she may have thrown up a bit in her mouth.

ROB MARTINEZ: I think that’s everyone… and Dan McDonald is calling for the bell!

The Senior Referee climbs out of the ring as the bell sounds! All ten competitors immediately start throwing punches around. Krenshov reels toward the corner
as Jake Phoenix and Chris Corstenoca double team him. Ca$h and David Banks exchanging shots. Bobby O’Brady lays into The Crusher against the ropes, throwing
chops. And Kyle Roberts finds himself on the receiving end of a Joey Malone, Lyndsey Valentine double team.

ROB MARTINEZ: There’s a LOT of action to follow in the early moments…

O’Brady is trying to lever Crusher over the ropes, but Kurt James has locked onto the ropes and refuses to go over. Krenshov has turned the tables on BOTH
of his attackers, throwing Jake Phoenix down, and reversing The Sparx into the corner. Valentine and Malone have Kyle Roberts set for a double team irish
whip… reversed into a double clothesline! Lyndsey Valentine and Joey Malone crash to the ring, the crowd groaning. Roberts takes a handful of Malone’s
hair, and pulls him up to his feet, then LAUNCHES him into the ropes like a rocket! “Bad Boy” Joey Malone goes up, over, and crashes to ringside. The fans
moan in sympathy.

JENNY JERSEY: “Bad Boy” Joey Malone has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Poor guy.

While Joey sadly gathers up his costume and belt, things continue apace in the ring. Krenshov stomps down on Corstenoca in the corner. David Banks locks
up with Ca$h for a Belly to Belly Suplex. Ca$h skips across the ring, and Banks turns and lays into Bobby O’Brady – perhaps unwisely saving the Crusher,
who is able to get himself back into the ring. Lyndsey Valentine is on the mat still, Kyle Roberts holding a mean looking headlock on her, and shouting
“Come on, baby. Time to submit to Stylin’ Kyle.” That earns some heat from the fans. And speaking of heat, Bobby O’Brady has turned to tables on David
Banks… Body Slam! Banks tries to roll away as O’Brady gestures down at him that soon, he’ll be wearing a title belt, earning further boos from the crowd.
O’Brady glares over to the front row, turns… SPINEBUSTER! The Crusher flattens the Irish Adonis, and the crowd cheers! Jake Phoenix is trying to regain
some momentum against Krenshov, while Corstenoca pulls himself back to his feet in the corner. Krenshov growls and grabs Phoenix – who’s not a small man,
himself – by the neck and throws him into corner, smack into Corstenoca. Both men slump, and Krenshov turns… ducking aside just as The Crusher goes flying
by him! CRUSHER EFFECT! Jake Phoenix takes the brunt of it, but The Sparx cushions most of the impact behind him. Both men collapse, as The Crusher rises
to his feet, hits a pose and shouts at the crowd; “KILL! OR BE CRUSHED!” A cheer from the crowd and Kurt James, now, turns… KRENSHOV! The Colossal slaps
a hand down over James’ throat! Crusher shakes his head “No!” but Krenshov just hauls him up… and CHOKESLAM over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: “The Crusher” Kurt James has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: My GOD the power! What a way to go! There’s still eight men – check that, SEVEN men and a woman – left in the match, and there’s still just
too much going on to keep track of it all…

Lyndey Valentine has caught the bottom rope, and Stylin’ Kyle – laughing – releases his hold. Standing, he reaches down to pull her up… but Valentine
locks up on the bottom rope, refusing to let go. Stylin’ Kyle laughs again and goes to start prying her lose…and Ca$h throws a forearm into his spine!
Roberts reels, clutching his back, and Ca$h locks up from behind… German Suplex! Still locked up, rolls through… German Suplex! Doesn’t let go, rolls
through again, Stylin’ Kyle shaking his head “No!” GERMAN SUPLEX! The crowd cheers, and Ca$h quickly rises to his feet, just in time to see David Banks
coming off the second rope… BLOCKBUSTER! Ca$h is down! Phoenix and Corstenoca are down! Roberts is down! O’Brady is down! Lyndsey Valentine continues
to cling to the bottom rope. That just leaves… KRENSHOV. The Colossus reaches out to catch Banks but the Chairman dances out of the way, hits the ropes
and drives his body right into Krenshov’s knee. Krenshov howls, and staggers backward, and Banks – not missing a beat – hits the ropes a second time, and
drives himself into Krenshov’s other knee! This time Krenshov teeters forward and crashes to the ring, and the crowd erupts! David Banks shouts something
witty down at the fallen giant but it’s totally drowned out by the cheering. The Chairman then climbs up to the top rope… and CA$H comes right out of
nowhere! Springboard DROPKICK! David Banks topples into guardrail!

JENNY JERSEY: David Banks has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: Going up to the top rope is always a risk, more so in any battle royal. Today just wasn’t a lucky day for David Banks.

Chris “the Sparx” Corstenoca seems to be back on his feet. He and Ca$h both descend on the fallen Krenshov. Each man grabs a leg, and they start trying
to turn the giant over. Jake Phoenix is also suddenly back into this thing, and he’s taken a handful of Lyndsey Valentine’s hair. The crowd boos as he
pries her free from the bottom rope, and pulls her to her feet. Elsewhere in the ring, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has latched into Bobby O’Brady. The Irish Adonis
is fed a few quick elbows to the head, then Roberts hooks up O’Brady for a DDT… but O’Brady manages to power out! He twists around, pulling Stylin’ Kyle
up onto his shoulders for the Human Torture Rack! The crowd has an oddly mixed reaction – they don’t appear to care for O’Brady, but they HATE Kyle Roberts.
Bobby O’Brady doesn’t hold on for too long, instead moving to try and drop Roberts over the top rope! Kyle hooks onto the top rope with both hands, locking
himself onto O’Brady’s shoulders. Krenshov has managed to kick away Chris Corstenoca, and is trying to catch hold of Ca$h. Lyndsey is in danger elsewhere,
POWERSLAM! Oh, momma no! The poor woman is being just… just manhandled by the Career Killer, who laughs sadistically.

ROB MARTINEZ: For the love of God! Someone help her!

Kyle Roberts is teetering quite close to elimination, but has locked his legs around O’Brady’s head, and still has a hold on the top rope. Krenshov, meanwhile,
has caught Ca$h’s arm, and is trying to rise to his feet, while Ca$h throws elbows at Krenshov’s head. Jake Phoenix has pulled Valentine back to her feet,
again holding a handful of hair, and rears back to plant a big right fist into her kisser… and Chris Corstenoca is suddenly locked up with him from behind!
Phoenix struggles to free himself, but Corstenoca isn’t going anywhere… FACE BOMB! Valentine staggers away from the pair and into the ropes, as Jake
Phoenix attempts to roll away from Sparx. Kyle Roberts is going over the top rope… but he’s still got O’Brady locked up between his legs! Both men flip
over the top rope! Stylin’ Kyle lands on the apron, but…

JENNY JERSEY: “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady has been eliminated!

The crowd cheers as Stylin’ Kyle steps back into the ring, smirking and tapping his forehead. Bobby O’Brady, meanwhile, angrily storms away from ringside.
Krenshov has Ca$h in both hands now, and has retaken his feet. Corstenoca is exchanging shots with and angry looking Jake Phoenix. Kyle Roberts has made
a beeline for Lovely Lyndsey Valentine, leering as he locks up with her from behind. That earns some cheap heat. Ca$h breaks free of Krenshov with a well
placed elbow! Krenshov staggers back and Ca$h hits the corner, leaping to the second rope and springboarding toward The Colossus for a Diving Cross-Body…
and Krenshov just CATCHES him! Tilt-a-Whirl… BACKBREAKER! The fans GROAN as Ca$h springs to his feet, clutching his back and staggering away from Krenshov,
but the giant man grabs him by the head and HURLS him over the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: Ca$h has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: What a tough break! But with Ca$h out, we’re down to our final five competitors!

Krenshov, a little gassed, retreats to a safe corner to catch his breath. The Career Killer has turned the tables on The Sparx, driving him into the opposite
corner, and throwing some big, beefy chops down on Chris’ chest. Stylin’ Kyle has been playing catch-as-catch-can with Lyndsey Valentine, who seems a little
frustrated. Kyle is all smiles, toying with her like a cat toys with a bird. He finally manages to position himself in front of her in a front face lock,
and that’s when Lyndsey drops to her knees… and OH MOMMA NO! Right in the junk! Stylin’ Kyle HOWLS, face turning red, and the crowd explodes! Valentine
rises to her feet and unloads a stiff looking kick right in Kyle’s chest! Stylin’ Kyle is thrown back into the turnbuckles, still clutching his junk, and
slumps down into the corner. Krenshov starts to rise, eyes locked on Valentine, but she sees him moving, and turns on him! The crowd erupts AGAIN as she
charges… SHINING WIZARD! Krenshov’s bell is RUNG. The giant teeters and crashes face-first into the canvas! Valentine is fired up! She turns back on
Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… BRONCO BUSTER!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts just got lucky!

Valentine is on fire! The REBEL fans start chanting “LYND-SEY! LYND-SEY! LYND-SEY!” She glances back down at the fallen Krenshov, turns and rushes to ropes…
and runs smack into Jake Phoenix. He catches her in his meaty arms. The crowd’s cheers turn to boos and screams! Lyndsey tries to break free, but The Career
Killer’s arms are locked up… BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Valentine is planted in the ring! Jake’s grim expression slowly begins to change into a smirk.

ROB MARTINEZ: That sick, sadistic Jake Phoenix is two-times her size! This is a complete mismatch! Oh… oh no DON’T DO IT!

TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! Stick a fork in Lyndsey Valentine. She’s done. The Career Killer, to a chorus of boos, plucks up Valentine like a rag-doll, walks
to the ropes, and dumps her unceremoniously over the top.

JENNY JERSEY: Lovely Lyndsey Valentine has been eliminated!

“The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix makes a show of brushing off his hands… and suddenly he’s going over the top! The crowd erupts!

JENNY JERSEY: “The Career Killer” Jake Phoenix has been eliminated!

Phoenix can’t believe it! He scrambles to his feet and spins to see what just happened… and Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, still holding his bruised junk and wincing
a bit, taps his head. “Smarter than you, Phoenix. Get to steppin’!”

ROB MARTINEZ: Just like that we’re down to our final three! One of these three men will go on to face the REBEL Heavyweight Champion for the title at the
Supershow!

Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca leaps at Stylin’ Kyle Roberts as Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov retakes his feet, shaking the cobwebs from his head. Corstenoca
gets in a few shots, but Kyle shakes it off, takes The Sparx by the head, and hurls him over the top ropes! Final two!

Except for Chris Corstenoca, you know, skinning that cat.

Stylin’ Kyle is oblivious, turning his attention to Krenshov… POLARIZER! Smart play by Roberts, keeping the giant off his feet, but Kyle knows this. He’s
smarter than you, and he’s reminding everyone of it right now.

ROB MARTINEZ: Kyle might have Krenshov at a disadvantage, but he seems to have forgotten that he also needs to get the Colossus OVER THE TOP ROPE.

But that’s a bridge Kyle can burn later. For right now, it’s all about the BEARTAMER, baby! Krenshov howls as Stylin’ Kyle cranks back on his signature
submission hold, weakening the giant. He laughs – perhaps a little manically – and looks up… PANDEMONIUM! The crowd explodes!

ROB MARTINEZ: That was SICK! Kyle hit with the STO Backbreaker right out of that submission hold!

Krenshov scrambles to the ropes, and desperately starts pulling himself to his feet as Chris Corstenoca rushes the far ropes. He rebounds off the ropes,
eyes on the fallen, writhing Stylin’ Kyle Roberts… SPARX STAR PRESS! Stylin’ Kyle THRASHES in the ring, as The Sparx rolls aside and scrambles to his
feet. Kyle, clutching his spine, also shakily rises, but Chis Corstenoca is right there, catching his arm and irish whipping Roberts toward Krenshov…
and the giant ducks down for the BACK BODY DROP! Kyle goes up! Over! And CRASHES to ringside!

JENNY JERSEY: Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has been eliminated!

ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL crowd is on it’s feet! We’re down to the final two! Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov! Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca! One of these two
men gets a Heavyweight Title shot! And I’m not going to lie, folks… the odds are NOT in The Sparx’s favor here!

Chris Corstenoca eyes Krenshov warily as the Colossus retakes his feet. There’s about a three second pause as the giant man eyes Corstenoca, then with a
roar Krenshov charges. He goes for a clothesline, but The Sparx ducks aside! Krenshov crashes into the ropes at full tilt, but catches himself before he
goes over. He turns in time to see Chris Corstenoca careen off of the far ropes and FLY into him at full speed! FLYING LARIAT! The Sparx catches Krenshov
full in the face, and BOTH MEN TOPPLE OVER THE TOP ROPE! But only one man hits the ground.

JENNY JERSEY: Kenny “the Colossal” Krenshov has been eliminated!

Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca skins the cat one more time.

JENNY JERSEY: So here is your winner… CHRIS! THE SPARX! CORSTENOCA!

ROB MARTINEZ: MY GOD! HE DID IT! In his first match in REBEL Pro Wrestling, Chris “The Sparx” Corstenoca has just earned himself a Heavyweight Title Match!
Corstenoca looks as surprised as anyone, but the REBEL fans are going WILD! The Sparx’s face splits into a grin and he hits a corner turnbuckle, raising
his arms triumphantly, then indicating that very soon, he’ll be wearing a big shiny belt around his waist! He hops down from the turnbuckle, and… CLANG!
The crowd’s cheers turn to angry boos as KENNY KRENSHOV stands over The Sparx’s twitching body, a dented steel chair in hand, glaring down at the smaller
man.

ROB MARTINEZ: What the HELL is Krenshov’s problem? He’s not even a member of the REBEL roster! Talk about a sore loser!

Krenshov drops the chair as Dan McDonald slides into the ring to check on the prone Corstenoca, and climbs out of the ring. He ignores the boos of the fans
as he makes his way to the back, a strangely satisfied look on his face.

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

“Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica blasts through the speakers and the boos begin.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 287 pounds and hails from Chicago Illinois…”Big Bad” Brian Bruno!!!

Bruno emerges from the back and makes a beeline for the ring. He stops at ringside and glares at a fan who is holding a homemade sign that reads “Bruno
Killed My Kitten”

“Here comes the Champ” by Jadakiss replaces Metallica on the speakers and the crowd explodes for their hometown boy.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the REBEL Heavyweight Champion…He weighs in at 245 pounds and hails from right here in North Carolina….”The One Man Crime
Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Rex comes out from behind the curtain, the REBEL Heavyweight Title draped over his shoulder.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, here comes Rex Caliber but his entourage from last week is curiously absent. Maybe they had a bowling tournament or something?

Rex climbs into the ring smirks at Bruno and hands over the championship to the referee. The anticipation is high and there is a big match feel to this
encounter. The referee calls for the bell and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Bruno quickly rakes the eyes of Caliber and snaps his head
back with a pair of stiff forearm shots. Caliber takes a short arm clothesline that drops him to the mat and rolling to the outside. Bruno is hot on the
heels of the Champion as he slides out of the ring and clubs Caliber with a double sledge to the side of the head. A scoop slam later and Brian Bruno is
standing over the body of the REBEL Heavyweight Champion. As Rex slowly gets to his feet Bruno yells at a fan and is quickly handed a chair. Bruno cracks
the champ across the back with a wicked chair shot and Caliber is down to all fours! Another chair shot to the back and Caliber is flat on his stomach
grimacing in pain!

ROB MARTINEZ: As we saw earlier Bruno has not only a short temper but a ferocious killer instinct! Caliber is going to have to do something drastic to get
himself back in this match!

Bruno spits on the chair and smiles deviously as he waits for Rex to pull himself to his feet. CRACK! The chair smacks across the skull of Caliber and once
more the Champ is down! Bruno looks at the dented chair and hurls it to the floor. Caliber sits up and he’s sporting a gash on his forehead! Blood is pouring
down his face and dripping all over his body and Arena floor. Bruno however could care less such things as he’s reaching under the ring apron for something.
A huge pop goes through the crowd as Bruno finds what he’s looking for…A cheese grater! Rex is up to one knee when Bruno attacks him with the kitchen
implement! He first cracks the cheese grater across the skull of Rex and then while the champ is down he starts to rub the cheese grater into the open
wound of Caliber! Caliber is able to shove Bruno off of him and he looks like a victim from a horror movie. Bruno tosses the bloodstained cheese grater
into the crowd and a small fight breaks out among the fans trying to take home this one of a kind souvenir.

ROB MARTINEZ: If this keeps up it’ll be Brian Bruno facing “The Sparx” at next weeks supershow in Canada!

Bruno picks up the dented chair and measures the bloodied champion. Rex struggles up to his feet and Bruno charges him, chair in hand! A hip toss from the
champion sends Bruno slamming knees first into the ring steps! Bruno is laying on the floor holding his knees as Caliber steps over him and yanks the REBEL
Title away from the timekeeper. Bruno uses the ring to pull himself up and he turns to take a shot to the head by Rex and his championship belt! Rex drops
the belt to the floor and rolls Bruno back into the ring. Inside the ring Bruno is trying to get to his feet but he’s obviously favoring his right leg.
Rex slips into the ring and immediately drops the challenger with a chop block to the injured joint! As Bruno lays on his back Caliber drops not one, not
two but three elbows across the chest of his opponent. Rex tries for a cover but Bruno kicks out after a count of one. Caliber rolls away from Brian and
back to the outside.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber is showing the heart of a champion by staying in this thing! He’s a bloody mess and he’s still trying to keep Bruno down!

Outside the ring Rex reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder to a monster pop from the crowd! He places the ladder on the ring apron but Bruno
hits a baseball slide that sends the ladder back into the chest of the champion. Bruno rolls to the outside and lands a big right hand to the head of Caliber.
Bruno picks up the ladder and turns to clobber Rex with it. Rex drops Bruno with a drop toehold and the challenger lands chest first across the ladder!
Rex jumps up and lands with a mushroom stomp on the back of Bruno as he lays on the ladder knocking the wind out of him. The champ drags Bruno off of the
ladder, pulls him up to his feet and hooks him for a suplex. Rex takes him up and instead of taking him up and over his drops him crotch first on the guard
railing! The crowd lets out a moan (as does Bruno) and Caliber picks the ladder up from the floor. Rex slides the ladder into the ring, then turns and
pulls Bruno off of the guard railing. Bruno is shot into the ring and a bloody Rex Caliber climbs in after him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex needs to end this quick! With the amount of blood he’s losing he can only keep this pace up for so long!

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 (BLEEP)ing memory. You handcuffed me… you blasted me… and CAUSED A (BLEEP)ING 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.Assman vs Deven Darkeyes vs Mikhail Kharitonov
Caliban vs Al Thoes
Warren vs “Sick” Billy Kryenik
The Foundation vs The Bluegrass Mafia
Open Invitational Battle Royal
Rex Caliber vs Brian Bruno

LADDER TO SUCCESS
05/01/2007
It’s 6:30 and the REBEL Arena is already quickly filling up with fans. A REBEL Title match? A Falls count anywhere match? NAPW vs REBEL? Tit’s N’ Ass?
How could any die hard REBEL fan miss this show? A group of teenagers are having their pictures taken with the new REBEL Heavyweight Champion Rex Caliber,
while a cluster of grown men undress Jenny Jersey from afar. On the merchandise table tonight we see that REBEL has released it’s first two DVDs for sale
and man! They’re going like hot cakes! Rob Martinez is talking to some fans along ringside as the minutes seem to drag by. The Arena has set a new record
tonight as nearly 300 fans have come to see what promises to be another intense night of action!!!

It’s seven o’ clock, do you know where your kids are?

They’re ringside here in the REBEL Arena!!!

Jenny Jersey climbs into the ring with her trusty microphone and smiles at the fans….

JENNY JERSEY: Are you ready for some wrestling?

A huge pop from the crowd seems to let her (and everyone in the back) know that they’re hot for REBEL!

JENNY JERSEY: Then let’s hear it for Rob Martinez!!!

“Killing in the name of…” By Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers and Martinez steps into the ring. Jenny hands over the microphone to him and he’s
all smiles.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thank you! Tonight we’ll see the crowning of a new REBEL Carolinas Champion in a six man TLC match! We’ll see Rex Caliber defend the Heavyweight
Title he won just last month AND we’ll see a battle between REBEL and NAPW as the monster Caliban takes on Bruce “The Beast” Richards! So what are we waiting
for? Let REBEL Reign!

Martinez hands back the microphone to the lovely Jenny Jersey and the wolf whistles begin. She smiles and maybe even blushes a little. Rob takes his spot
at ringside at his little table to do play by play and we’re off!

JENNY JERSEY: The following match-up is set for one fall!

Parliament kicks up, and that can only mean one man. If you could call him a man. Man or myth, the garish & flamboyantly clad good doctor makes his way
out of the entrance. He gets some cheers, some boos, but most of the crowd is too downright mystified and/or terrified to know what to do!

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Baltimore Maryland! Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the infamous DR. TITTYLOVERRR!

ROB MARTINEZ: It was back at REBEL Pro Wrestling’s very first show, “In The Beginning,” that we last saw this man Dr. Tittylover. Trust me folks, you don’t
want to know what he’s been up to in the interim.

The good Dr. struts into the ring, making like James Brown. Something of feat when you’re wearing 6-inch platform shoes with goldfish swimming around in
them. Hey, are those goldfish dead? How would you get them out of there, anyways?

Whatever the case, the crowd suddenly has reason to get on their feet! The Fab Four broadcasts through the PA, and to a roaring ovation comes Mike Trey,
(much) better known as…

JENNEY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Manchester, England! He weighs in at two-hundred and thirty pounds… ladies and gentlemen, THE ASSMANNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: My Goodness, what a fanbase this young man from the UK has developed here in North Carolina! These fans love The Assman, no doubt about that.
Assman comes to the ring, slapping hands with fans. He walks around the ring making sure all of his “Ass-oholics” get a glimpse. A trio of female fans (a
rarity at wrestling gigs) are in the front row FREAKING OUT. “OHMIGODOHMIGODOHMIGOD!” “Assman – give us a wiggle!” somebody calls out! Trey winks, then
turns his money-maker their way…

Wig-gle.

“AHHHHHHHH!” The girls scream with delight, fainting all over each other. Girls screaming, fainting, The Assman is the second coming of Elvis! He hits the
ring and the turnbuckle, finally this thing is ready to get going. There’s the bell!

ROB MARTINEZ: We are set for singles action here in REBEL Pro, two of the most … unique superstars squaring off against each other. It was at “In The
Beginning” that Team T&A wrestled the Celtic Assassins – and Dr. Tittylover left The Assman high and dry when he… er… got distracted. By boobies. Which,
as the name implies, are things he loves. Anyways, in the ring, we lock-up! The technical Brit going against the unorthodox… crackhead style. That’s
it, I’ve lost all journalistic credibility.

Titty struts around the ring like he’s the Doctor of Style, not the doctor of… you know already. The joke’s already run into the ground and we’re JUST
GETTING STARTED. Lock-up, Trey gets the better of that, getting behind the good doctor and trying a german suplex. The mad pimp struggles with that, snapmares
Trey over. What is this — technical wrestling? Dr. Tittylover actually grabs an overhand armbar on his opponent. With a grunt, The Assman begins to take
his feet, trying to twist the arm back the other way. He gets it, holding Tittylover by the hand. Drives the elbow into the shoulder, dropping Titty to
one knee. Titty gets up, high-stepping, another elbow into the shoulder joint. Titty back to one knee, Assman swings a leg up above the arm? Rocker Dropper
style maneuver on the arm, driving it down to the canvas! Trey gets a cover, only a one count, but he’s right back to the arm. Dr. Tittylover is hollering
loudly about “pullin th’ hair you cracka ref!” Nothing doing, Assman twists the arm some more. Titty howls in pain, he’s seeing stars. Or is that the acid?
Assman firmly in control, he takes a moment whilst holding Titty in the armbar to give ‘em a wiggle. And yes, the crowd loves it, men and women. It’s either
hilarious or hawt apparently. Assman works the arm bar into a hammerlock behind Titty’s back, then lifts him up for a belly-to-back suplex — right on
the arm!

ROB MARTINEZ: If Dr. Tittylover doesn’t have his arm, he can’t possibly hit the Titpocalypse! The Assman could take this home early!

Titty is in pain, watch out for the Assman! Off the ropes with a run, bulldog! Spinning bulldog! There’s a cover, only a two count. Tittylover again grabs
the arm bar, Tittylover fights his way to his feet. With those six-inch flats on, he has almost a foot height advantage over Trey – that’s a lot of TALLLLL,
baby. Titty wrenches the arm, whipping Assman down. Assman pops up, headlock by Titty, pushed into the ropes by Assman sending the doctor of boobology
off at a run. Trey tries a clothesline, ducked by Titty, rebound, and it’s BOOTZILLA, BABY! Titty launches himself off the canvas with a running flying
Yakuza kick, goldfish and all! Trey goes down in a heap.

ROB MARTINEZ: A cover there, one, two, The Assman kicks out! I have to question, is Dr. Tittylover really wearing appropriate footwear for the wrestling
ring? Answer: This is REBEL Pro Wrestling! Anything goes, even goldfish-filled go-go boots sported by a mad pimp! And now things look grim for Trey!

They do indeed, he gets put down by the Atomic Dog… and then? Oh yeah, baby. You know it. THE MOTHERSHIP CONNECTION. The Assman is going to have to tap
out right here! Tittylover has those hands locked around the neck, waggling his tongue back and forth like Michael Jordan on speed! The crowd is rallying
behind Assman, chanting “Don’t Tap That Ass! Don’t Tap That Ass!” WTF? Assman reaches down deep, stretches out… and grabs the ropes! The referee calls
for the hold to be broken. Tittylover holds on a couple extra seconds but best price generic cialis 20 mg breaks free, calling the referee a jive turkey in the process. He pulls up The
Assman, throwing some kicks and punches, into the corner they go. Dr. Tittylover with a snap suplex from there, then he ascends to the top rope! I’m impressed
he can balance in those damn shoes. Riddle me this: what happens when you get Dr. Tittylover on the top rope? Answer: FLYING PIMP! Wait a minute! Trey
sidesteps the move! Tittylover manages to land on his feet, losing his balance only momentarily, but heeeeeere’s The Assman! He flips over Tittylover from
behind, grabbing the neck for a rolling snapmare — Titty’s head into the canvas! Snapmare Driver! Unbelievable! Two men to their feet, Titty throws a
crackhead punch, blocked, Trey hits a chop to stun the man and then fires him into the corner. HEAD OF STEAM~! Assman runs right up Tittylover’s chest
and flips backwards, then runs at him again from the landing for a monkey flip! Whoooooo!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd is going crazy! The Assman is on fire!

Trey wants a classic Side Russian Leg Sweep to put Tittylover away, but he gets pimp-elbows in the side of the head for his troubles. TITPOCALYPSE — Assman
responds with his own elbows to block the devastating maneuver! He gets free and rushes, but Titty catches him and turns him right upside down, oh no,
it’s The Big Stiffy tombstone! Tittylover thrusts a couple times for good measure (oh dear) — Assman is kicking his legs! He shifts the weight, forcing
Tittylover to fallbackwards, Assman lands on his feet, he shifts Tittylover onto his shoulders! Throws Tittylover face-first into the turnbuckle, that’s
Snake Eyes! Titty has got the GOOGLY EYES, he stumbles backwards… Assman wraps his hands around his neck! LUNG BLOWER! He calls that the Ass Cracker,
the cover is made and there’s the three count!

JENNEY JERSEY: Here is your winner… MIKE TREY! THE ASSMANNNNN!

The crowd is cheering and whooping as Assman gets his hand raised by the referee. But what’s this? He’s helping up Dr. Tittylover. The good Doctor looks
to be partially on dream street (what kind of dreams would THIS man have). Assman extends his hand out. Tittylover sways on his feet, then makes an inarticulate
noise and shakes Assman’s hand. They embrace as the crowd goes crazy.

ROB MARTINEZ: It would seem that there are no hard-feelings after that hard-fought match-up, and Team T&A is back together! A big win for The Assman here
tonight, what kind of damage will he and Dr. Tittylover do in the tag ranks of REBEL Pro Wrestling now?

The dynamic duo of deliciousness dance in the ring, giving the fans what they want. Which is, you know.

MAD BOOTY SHAKING.

Oh yeah.

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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall!

“Rational Gaze” by Meshuggah plays over the speakers as the crowd crane their necks to see the Russian newcomer.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, hailing from St Petersberg, Russia and weighing in at 240 pounds…Mikhail Kharitonov!!!

The big Russian makes his way out from the back looking ready to kick some serious ass. He climbs into the ring and looks at the North Carolina crowd with
disinterest.

“Nobody’s Listening” By Linkin Park pumps through the speakers and the crowd give a nice little ovation at the man who steps out from behind the curtain.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, hailing from Riverside, California and weighing in at 285 pounds….”The Crusher” Kurt James!!!

James makes his way towards the ring slapping hands with the fans all the way.

ROB MARTINEZ: “The Crusher” Kurt James makes his debut tonight against another newcomer in this big Russian Mikhail Kharitonov. Not much is known about
the Russian but “The Crusher” is a former NAPW Television Champion. Curious to see how he fairs here tonight.

The two men are now in the ring and the referee calls for the bell. They circle each other and Mikhail tries for a double leg takedown. James jumps out
of the way and smirks at the Russian. Mikhail shows no emotion as he starts to once again circle his opponent. James come sin and takes a low kick to the
left leg that backs him off. Another leg kick brings a wince on the face of James. Mikhail is trying to cut the ring in half and again lands another stiff
kick to the leg of “The Crusher.” The fans are starting to stir. A small chant of “Boooooooring!” has started.

ROB MARTINEZ: Obviously a feeling out period for both of these men.

Mikhail once more goes for a kick but this time James swats it away and lunges in on the Russian! One double leg takedown later and James has mounted Mikhail!
He tries to drop bombs on Mikhail but the former MMA fighter expertly covers up. James is rolled off and he quickly scrambles to his feet. Mikhail throws
a short right that stuns James and the Russian locks in a side headlock. James backs Mikhail into the ropes and shots him off dropping him to the mat with
a shoulder tackle! The Russian gets up and takes a big right hand to the head! Another! A third leaves Mikhail slumped against the ring ropes. James whips
Mikhail off of the ropes and nails a belly to belly suplex that rattles the MMA fighter!

ROB MARTINEZ: Now we’re seeing some action!

Mikhail is getting to his feet as “The Crusher” Kurt James drops to a three point stance. He charges and takes Mikhail up and over! “The Crusher” points
to Mikhail and again drops to a three point stance! The Russian is up! SPEAR! James hooks a leg, and the referee is in the perfect position to make the
three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Whoa! Just like that it’s over! Nice win for “The Crusher” Kurt James!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by pinfall, “The Crusher” Kurt James!

The fans give both men a nice little ovation and Kurt James leaves the ring with his first REBEL win under his belt!

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The post-match lull is broken, as all of a sudden, a man from the crowd crosses the barricade and swipes Jenny Jersey’s microphone! The man slides into
the ring and looks at the camera, sneering.

MAN: So this is REBEL Pro Wrestling, huh? What a load of crap!

Lots of boos from the REBEL crowd.

MAN: Oh, did you all come here to see people go through tables and hit each other over the head with chairs?

Huge cheer for the TLC match later tonight!

MAN: That’s too damn bad, because that’s not what I do! My name is Donovan Astros, and what I do is… WRESTLE.

More boos fill the arena.

ASTROS: Some of you may have heard of me, I wrestle for sort of a sister group to this hellhole, I am NAPW’s hottest rising star, but now I get to get acquainted
with some of the redheaded stepchildren of the family here in *accented* No’th Caholinah!

Amidst the boos, one fan yells out “Go The F*ck Home!!”

ASTROS – Trust me, I’d love to go home, but apparently this REBEL Pro Wrestling has some… open business next week. An open battle royal where the winner
gets a shot at the REBEL Heavyweight Title! And as much as I know you’d like one of your beloved REBEL misfits to come out here and give me my comeuppance,
the only way you’re going to see me wrestle is if you go, buy a ticket…

Astros pauses, letting the boos continue to soak in…

ASTROS: And hop on a plane to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada to watch me wrestle in 2 weeks! I’m not gonna be wrestling in some open battle royal in a dingy
hole somewhere in the armpit of America, and there’s two reasons why! One, quite frankly, I’m too good and too talented to have to fight my way through
God knows how many people to get title shots, they should be HANDED to me.

Another pause, as more boos come out directed at the arrogance in the ring.

ASTROS: And secondly, even though, in 2 weeks, me, Jake Phoenix, Chris Casino and Sebastian Martyr will be decimating 4 of REBEL’s so-called finest, it’ll
be in an NAPW ring under NAPW rules, as opposed to this ring with NO rules. I don’t need to be like one of REBEL’s misfits and slap people around with
chairs, cut ‘em open, put ‘em through tables… no, I have what they lack, the talent to win matches within the rules!

“Cocky” by Kid Rock hits the speakers and from the back rushes “The Show” Chad Kurtis!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can only end badly…

The two men exchange heated words in the middle of the ring and Astros throws a wild right hand! It’s blocked! Kurtis hits a right hand of his one to the
head of Astros! Another puts him on rubber legs! A third sends Astros down to the mat and rolling to the outside as Chad Kurtis stands tall!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis defends the honor of REBEL Pro Wrestling AND sends a message to Donovan Astros!

Kurtis soaks in the cheers as Astros high tails it out of the REBEL Arena.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in tonight at Two-Hundred and Seventy-Five pounds, from Belfast,
Northern Ireland… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady!!!

“Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2 begins to play and out comes Bobby O’Brady, complete with a “Nothin’s Finer Than Livin’ In North Carolina” T-Shirt. His cheap
attempt for a pop goes sour as the fans begin to boo him once again. His happy expression suddenly turns to one of sadness as he walks down to the ring.
He slides in, the crowd seems to of lightened up a bit and Jenny takes the mic once more.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Fifty-Seven pounds, from Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Kyle Roberts slowly comes out from beneath the curtains and keeps his eyes fixated on the ring and his opponent. He makes it to the apron and slides in.
Both men walk to their corner and the viagra100mgprice-discountone.com bell rings

ROB MARTINEZ: This should be an exciting contest between two men who are determined to walk out of this Arena with a win under their belt.

Kyle Roberts and Bobby O’Brady both walk to the center of the ring and immediately lock in in Collar-Elbow fashion. The bigger O’Brady gains the advantage
and pushes Kyle Roberts into the ropes and Chop! Chop! Chop! Kyle Roberts pushes O’Brady back and nails him with a quick right, to end the onslaught of
chops. He then latches on a headlock and grounds Bobby O’Brady and manages to get him down for a one. O’Brady pushes him off and both men scramble to their
feet and its back to the Collar-Elbow tie-up. Both men push each other off and rush, Kyle Roberts with a knee to the gut! O’Brady falls to his knees and
Kyle Roberts lands a kick to the ribs of O’Brady. He leaps for a cover and doesn’t even get a one as O’Brady pushes him right off. Both men are back to
their feet once more, but there is no Tie-up, O’Brady hits a hard right that sends Kyle Roberts reeling into the ropes, Roberts rebounds and clothesline!
-Ducked- by O’Brady and Powerlsam as Kyle runs back! O’Brady turns Kyle onto his stomach and Front headlock…KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! KNEE! Thats
sure to take the momentum right out of Roberts. He turns him over and One! Two! Kickout by Kyle Roberts. O’Brady lifts Kyle back to his feet and UP! O’Brady
is stalling his suplex… He walks around for a few moments displaying his strength and Suplex slams Kyle to the mat. He hooks the leg and One! Two! Another
kickout by Kyle Roberts. O’Brady brings Kyle to his feet once more, and into the corner goes Kyle. O’Brady rushes and body avalanche! Roberts with a dropkick!
O’Brady is caught by surprise and falls to the ground. Kyle Roberts grabs hold of O’Brady and drags him to the center of the ring, he hits the ropes and
Lionsault! One! Two! Thr- O’Brady powers out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Close call by The Celtic! He wants this win bad, not just for him but for his….Fans.

Kyle Roberts is up to his feet and O’Brady quickly follows. Hard right by Roberts, A hard right by O’Brady, Roberts, O’Brady, Roberts, O’Brady, Roberts
O’Brady, Roberts and ENZIGURI! Roberts knocks O’Brady to the ground. Kyle then lifts O’Brady to his feet and Emerald Fusi- Reversed by O’Brady and Torture
Rack! It’s locked in and unluckily for Kyle, they are standing in the middle of the ring! Kyle Roberts is in pain! The crowd is going wild! “WOO!” Oh,
tell me he did not just… Yep, here come the boo’s. The fans backlash once more and O’Brady drops Kyle and begins asking the crowd what is wrong with
them. Kyle takes advantage of the situation and leaps up to his feet and O’Brady gives him a kick to the gut, and Powerbomb! Cover! One! Two! Thre- No!
He just barely manages to kick out! O’Brady is getting frustrated and lifts Kyle to his feet, an irish whip later and Kyle is soaring through the air,
via powerslam. Cover! One! Two! Foot on the ropes! O’Brady lifts Kyle once more and, thumb to the eye by Kyle! Kyle grabs ‘em and Emerald Fusio- O’Brady
reverses it again! Can it be? The pumphandle! He’s up on his shoulder… BOOM! Into the first corner!, Into the second! Into the third! The crowd is on
their feet! Into the FOUR- Roberts leaps off O’Bradys shoulders! O’Brady is sent Chest first into the turnbuckle and reels backwards into Kyle who is on
all fours, he trips over him! Kyle has the legs and… The BEAR-TAMER! O’Brady is trying to reach the ropes! But Kyle has managed to get him in the center
of the ring!

O’Brady pushes himself up!

He’s inching closer and closer! His fingertips are brushing against the ropes!

O’BRADY IS GIVING IT ALL HE HAS!

HE PUSHES HIMSELF FORWARD AND ROPE BREA–

KYLE DRAGS HIM BACK TO THE CENTER!

KYLE IS PULLING BACK AS HARD AS HE CAN! O’BRADY IS GONNA BREAK INTO TWO IF THIS LASTS AND LONGER!

O’BRADY TAPS!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of this match, via submission… Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tough loss for O’Brady, but he showed everyone why he’s a top star here in REBEL! As for Kyle, well I’m sure he’ll gloat about this forever.
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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, WHICH WILL COUNT ANYWHERE IN NORTH CAROLINA!

“Demon Hunter” plays throughout the REBEL Arena, and out walks Thomas Young, wearing one half of the tag team titles. No one is with him for this match,
he comes out alone. He tells the fans to shut up.

ROB MARTINEZ: He is holds that belt, because his opponent tonight accidentally helped him on the last show. He– wait a minute, Dio has just ran out from
the back and nailed Thomas with his bat.

Ding! Jimmy Johnson runs out to the entrance way, and this match is underway. Dio takes off Thomas’ belt and nails him in the viagra photos head with it. Thomas rolls
down the entrance way, and Dio stalks him. Dio picks him up, but a quick low blow from Thomas, incapacitates Dio, who drops his bat. Thomas checks his
head for blood, but finds none. He whiplashes Dio into the ring steps.

ROB MARTINEZ: Apparently the formal introductions aren’t needed for this war to start. It’s Thomas Young versus Dio Muerte… Falls count anywhere in the
state of North Carolina.

Dio hits shoulder first into the steps. Thomas Young kicks Dio in the head. He covers him for a quick two count. Dio gets out, grabs Thomas by the head,
and meets him half way with his head. Thomas is dazed. Dio gets up, and starts throwing punches. Thomas covers up from the barrage, but now has a mouse
under his eye. Shuffle side kick and Thomas is propelled over the guard rail.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match is turning ugly quick. The fans have scattered. Dio goes over the railing and a desperate Young throws a folded chair at the head
of Dio… THE CHAIR IS AROUND DIO’S NECK!

Dio gets the chair off his neck, but Young is in position for the FOLLOW THROUGH! He covers Dio.

One…

Two…

Kickout, somehow someway… and the match will not end just yet. Thomas is frustrated and yelling at referee Jimmy Johnson. Dio is taking something out
of his pocket, and has it in his hand. Thomas bends down and…

ROB MARTINEZ: DIO JUST STABBED THOMAS IN THE HEAD WITH A FORK!

Thomas staggers away. Dio gets up and clips the knee of Thomas. Dio grabs the Thomas by the head, and STABS HIM AGAIN! BLOOD SPURTS FROM THE HEAD OF YOUNG!
AGAIN! Dio throws the fork down, and nails Thomas with a right hand that would make Chuck Liddell shake in his boots. Dio picks up a steel chair, and WHAM…
OVER THE BACK OF YOUNG. Young is trying to crawl away and they are nearing the concession tables. Dio picks up a full trash can. He lifts it high, tosses
it up, and it drops on the back of Thomas’ head. Thomas grabs the side of the con session table, which is selling Blue Grass Mafia T-shirts. He tries to
use it to help himself up. Dio slams Thomas’ head into it, and blood goes all over the shirts.

ROB MARTINEZ: He just ruined all those shirts… WAIT! Fans are asking to buy the blood soaked shirts for souvenirs! THESE FANS ARE TRULY UNIQUE! Dio gets
Young on the table.

Dio spots a ladder setting not to far from the table. He grabs it, and sets it up. It looks to be like 25 feet in the air…

Dio climbs it…

FROGSPLASH OFF A LADDER AND DIO MUERTE…

CRRASSHESS THROUGH AN EMPTY TABLE.

ROB MARTINEZ: Young moved, and Dio is hurt. Young can’t get over to cover though. Blood is all over the shirts, and fans are LINED UP SINGLE FILE TO BUY
THEM! EVERYONE GET YOUR BLOOD SPLATTERED BGM SHIRTS TODAY!

Young finally gets over and makes the cover. A two count, and nothing more. Jimmy Johnson looks on in amazement. Thomas gets up and leans next to a black
Jaguar. The front says Garrett Enterprises… blood drips onto it. Thomas’ head is lined up with the driver side window. Dio gets up, and swings at Thomas,
who ducks… Dio’s hand breaks the glass.

ROB MARTINEZ: THEY JUST BROKE THE WINDOW OF RICK GARRETT’S CAR! Dio is bleeding from his hand.

Thomas tries for a big boot and misses. Dio kicks Young in the stomach, and DDT on the gravel parking lot! He actually covers. Jimmy with the count, and
a two count. Young looks really bad right now. Dio lays in some more shots to the head of Thomas, and Young retreats into the building. The crowd is following
them back in. Thomas falls down and there’s no telling how much blood is gone.

ROB MARTINEZ: This match hasn’t even made it into the ring, and probably won’t. This a fight, and Dio is winning it right now.

Dio wants to make Young suffer… he has some rope… where the hell did he get rope? Anyway, he has made a noose, and has it around the neck/throat of
Young. He tightens it up, and the crowd cheers.

HANG HIS ASS!

HANG HIS ASS!

Dio drags him through the crowd, and they make it to the huge dock doors. He ties one end of the rope to the bottom part of the door. He pushes a button
on the side on the wall, and the door raises. It’s slow…

ROB MARTINEZ: THERE HAS TO BE A RULE AGAINST THIS? RIGHT?

It raises some more, and Young is standing, and then his feet do not touch the floor.. THOMAS YOUNG IS BEING HUNG! Dio unloads on him with some stiff punches…
and BAM!

ROB MARTINEZ: PRINCE DARKO JUST LAID OUT DIO WITH A TWO BY FOUR.

He lowers the door, and cuts down Young. Darko then boots Dio in the head. THE EFFECT! Dio is getting assaulted by the REBEL Tag Champs. Young crawls over
to Dio, and smacks him in the face. He spits on him. Prince Darko yells at some nearby fans as Thomas Young goes for a lax cover on Dio!

One!

Two!

From out of nowhere Dio hooks the arms of Young and rolls him over for a pin of his own!

One!

Two!

Prince Darko just happens to turn his head to see Young being the one pinned! He tries for the save but he’s to late!

Three!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dio just won this thing! Oh my God what a match! Young was caught napping and paid for it!

JENNY JERSEY: The Winner fo this Falls Count Anywhere Match…Dio Muerte!!!

The REBEL Tag champs are seriously pissed at this turn of events. Young quickly scrambles to his feet and with Darko they pick Dio up and ZAMUNDA DRIVER
ON THE FLOOR! Darko slaps Dio and shows him his Tag team belt. This match has not ended. Thomas Young tells him that it’s time to finish him. Darko gets
Dio to be face down. Young gets a chair, they slide it under Dio’s face. Thomas secures him, Darko gets another chair and they tell Dio….

GOODNIGHT!!!!

They slam the chair against Dio skull and grin at the bloodied and battered man laying on the floor before them. Security rushes out and usher the Tag Champs
away from the scene as the camera pans in on a bloodied swollen face of Dio. Amazingly he’s conscious and we hear him uttering the same sentence over and
over again…

DIO: It’s not over…It’s not over….

ROB MARTINEZ: Not over? What more could Dio possibly want from The Foundation?

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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies anf gentlemen, the following contest is the Tables, Ladders and Chairs match to crown the inaugural REBEL Carolinas Champion!

Huge pop from the crowd to go along with that announcement. Bring out the buckets of blood – these fans are RAVENOUS.

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the match we’ve been waiting for, just who will walk out the REBEL Carolinas Champion? Joining me on commentary is none other than
“The Show” Chad Kurtis. A man who not only has a brother involved in this match but is the #1 contender to this very title!

CHAD KURTIS: Thanks for having me Rob, this match will be awesome and I look for my bro to win that belt and bring it home to the Bluegrass Mafia!

The late, great Easy E’s “Still Cruisin’” filters in and the crowd offers a mixed reaction for Murcielago. He walks down to the ring, confident as usual
with a determined look on his face. Once inside he takes up residence in a corner, content with waiting for his opponents rather than wasting time with
empty taunts.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s the underdog for sure, but you can’t count out a man with the heart of this Murcielago. Just last month he went to war with that insane
monster Caliban. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also the biggest man in this contest – though I don’t think size is what I’d consider Brian Bruno’s best “attribute”.
CHAD KURTIS: The man always looks pissed off Rob, Why is that I wonder?

“Never Gonna Get It” and here comes David Banks, NAPW Tag Team Championship over his shoulder. The boos could drown all the fish in the sea. Cocky. Arrogant.
Self-centered. Dickhead. Whatever you want to call him, there’s no denying this man is on FIRE – and tonight he looks to become a double champion in the
NAPW/REBEL universe. He glides down to the ring it seems, that smirk never fading off his face. He hops up to the apron and vaults himself into the ring,
staring right at Murcielago as he raises his arms in the air. “CHARISMA, BABY!”

Lil’ John and SLAYER (of all the bands…) announces the coming of Clint Zellor. The afro’ed superstar, half brother of NAPW’s Stone Zellor, slaps a few
high fives with the fans and strides down the ring. That belt Banks is holding once rested comfortably around Clint’s waist, and Banks makes sure to let
him hear all about it. Clint just winks at him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Perhaps Clint Zellor will break through with another huge singles victory? It wasn’t all that long ago he pinned Stylin’ Kyle Roberts to the
mat in what many consider an NAPW match of the year candidate – is it Clint’s time to shine, like his brother’s up North?

CHAD KURTIS: I still think the win over Roberts was a fluke but meh.

“Stay In Shadow” by Finger Eleven is next. Cataclysm, master of the Blue Ruin, walks out to the ring surrounded by a mysterious aura. From behind his hood
we see piercing eyes, focused on just one thing – championship gold.

Matthew Kurtis is the next out, and he must have had to tie down Lyndsey Valentine to keep her from coming out to ringside with him. All business, he stares
down his opponents all the way. The crowd shows it’s support for their fellow Southern boy. He steps in the ring, awaiting the final competitor…

And we all know who that is by now. “Harvester of Sorrow” blares over the PA. A few seconds go by…and then out comes Brian Bruno! To the surprise of,
well, any NAPW fan at least, he gets a small smattering of cheers. Then again, why not? These people want blood. And who better to give it to them? He
holds a steel chair in one hand, and has a cart filled with all sorts of plunder by his side. He pushes it down the ramp, and charges full sleep behind
it with frightening speed for a man his size!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like this one’s ready to kick off without the introductions! Bruno ain’t waiting for a damn thing, this man is out of control!

Indeed he is. He slides in, meeting the first man he sees, Murcielago with a sick THUD from the chair. Murc crumples to the mat from the hellacious shot,
and The crowd explodes. Banks comes at Bruno next – and Bruno throws the chair into the air? Banks looks up in confusion – and gets clotheslined out of
his jock! More cheers, and here comes Zellor to try and halt the beast. Right hand from Zellor but Bruno ducks under and applies a full nelson – full nelson
slam! Zellor rolls out under the bottom rope as Cataclysm comes with a flying kick at Bruno. Bruno dodges it and Kurtis gets decked, flipping over the
sale of cialis ropes! Cataclysm just shrugs, but turns right around into a thunderous GOOOOOOOOOOREEEEE! The fans are in a frenzy as Brian Bruno just cleaned house in
record time. He stands tall in the middle of the ring – and gets blasted with a ladder right in the back courtesy of David Banks. Banks looks around at
the carnage and sees opportunity. He sets up the ladder faster than Tim Taylor ever could and scampers up – it’s in his grasp! The crowd is booing, Banks
is going to – WHAT ON EARTH?!? BRUNO JUST PICKED THE LADDER UP! Banks lets go of the belt and tries to hold on for dear life, what the hell is Bruno going
to do with him? He walks, Banks still on top of the ladder. He’s got an evil look in his eyes. He smiles…and tips the ladder over! Banks sails through
the air, landing right on top of a rising Matthew Kurtis. And Bruno throws the ladder after him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh my goodness, the strength of that man is out of this world!

CHAD KURTIS: Get ‘em Matthew!

Murcielago finally gets the jump on Bruno with a wicked chairshot to make up for the first one. Zellor and Cataclysm rush back in and start to pound away
on him. It takes three men, but Bruno finally goes down to one knee. Murcielago winds up and rings his bell with a huge chairshot, drawing oohs and aahs
from the crowd. That one puts Bruno down on his back – and Cataclysm immediately lands a spin-kick to the chair back into Murcielago’s face! Zellor blasts
the “Blue Ruin” with a big overhand right, follows up with some stiff jabs into the corner. On the outside, Kurtis is working Banks over. Murcielago gets
to his feet, and moves to pick Bruno up off the mat…Bruno with an uppercut! That one almost knocked his jaw loose, and Murc reels back. Bruno off the
ropes – SACK EXCHANGE! Murcielago spins like a top and goes down hard. Back on the arena floor, Banks has gotten the upper hand thanks to a rake of the
eyes, and he’s sifting through the huge cart of goodies Bruno brought along for the ride. He reaches around and yanks out a plunger? He looks at it, shrugs,
and slams it over Kurtis’ head. The Angry American staggers back, and now it’s Banks with the dreaded face-plunge! That nasty plunger gets stuck to his
face like an oversized pacifier, and Banks is plunging away as if he were trying to extract some brains (or maybe a nugget?). Playtime’s over quickly though,
Kurtis just yanks it off and shoves Banks into the guardrail. In the ring, Cataclysm is laying into Zellor with stiff kicks, and he lands an extra stiff
one right to the back of the knee that brings the big guy down to his knees. BUZZSAW – ducked! Zellor with a desperation low blow before he rises to his
feet and lands a perfect running powerslam onto the chair! Clint stumbles to his feet, a bit dazed, and takes a shot from Bruno right in the kisser. He
fires back, slamming his fist off the temple of the “Harvester of Sorrow”. Almost no effect, Bruno fires right back! They’re trading punches back and forth
in the middle of the ring, you can hear the fist-on-skull impact in the rafters! The fans are eating it up, neither man wants to give the other the satisfaction
of flooring him – so Murcielago charges with the ladder and wipes them both out! No time for him to celebrate though, big Matthew Kurtis is back in the
ring and he hits the clothesline from HELL! Bet ya wish you held onto that ladder, hey Murc? Banks slides in, and all six men are now in the ring. And
Banks has another weapon, this one a bit more serious – a little lady named “Barbie”.

ROB MARTINEZ: The shit’s about to hit then fan here folks – that’s a two by four wrapped in friggin’ barbed wire!

CHAD KURTIS: No one said that you only had to use Tables, Ladders or Chairs in this match! Everything is legal here!

Banks holds it up high, waiting for Kurtis to turn around. He rears back in anticipation, but it’s grabbed from behind by Cataclysm! He kicks him in the
back in the direction of Kurtis – GOOZLE! Monster clothesline! Bruno quickly picks off the most dangerous man in the ring, namely the man with the lethal
weapon in his hands. A Release German suplex does the trick, and Barbie falls harmlessly to the arena floor. No sooner than Bruno rises does he get clotheslined
over the top by Clint Zellor! Zellor tumbles over too, and they next to the weapons cart. Kurtis follows after, looking for the dropped 2 by 4. Murcielago
gets to his feet and realizes he’s all alone in the ring. Wasting almost no time, he sets up the ladder directly under the belt, and starts his climb.
Banks comes to and grabs his foot, but doesn’t have the energy to get up. Murcielago goes to kick off the pest, but winds up getting kicked off himself
with a wicked Cataclysm Enziguri that slams his face into the ladder! All three men go down in the ring, but Cataclysm nips up and sprints over the ropes,
launching himself over and onto the three men brawling on the outside. WIPEOUT! The cart is overturned, and it’s contents are spilled. Pipes, chains, barbed
wire! Is that a fork? Good God, it IS! All that remains in the prone cart is a small, green duffell bag. For a brief moment, everyone’s down. But then
Banks gets back to his feet…and starts to climb, slowly. His foot slips, and he starts over. He’s inching towards the prize…closer, closer. But he
sees Clint Zellor charging into the ring from the outside – MISSILE DROPKICK, ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR! THAT ALMOST KILLED CLINT ZELLOR DEAD! Banks took
himself out too, and now again we have six men lying prone. Murcielago rises to his feet, staggering – he’s been busted wide open by that kick, and the
blood is streaming down his face. Bruno crawls back in, and catches the youngster by surprise with a SPINEBUSTER! Bruno’s got this thing in the bag – no,
Kurtis slides in to stop the climb before it starts. On the outside, Cataclysm is setting up some tables ringside. He stacks one on top of the first, making
for one hell of a deathtrap should someone fall… Back inside now, and Banks is back in the ring, looking for someone to hit with a chain tied neatly
around his waist. Bruno gets turned about by a shot from Kurtis – BAM, chain to the face from Banks. But then Cataclysm rushes inside, his LEG wrapped
in barbed wire – what the hell? SPINNING WHEEL KICK to the face of Matthew Kurtis, and now he’s busted open! This is getting wilder by the minute. Cataclysm
rolls around in pain, and crawls to the corner to yank the barbed wire from his leg. Banks sees the prone Kurtis and bounces off the ropes – he leaps ONTO
the ladder, and scrambles up the last two steps – MID CARD KILLLLLLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! The roof just came off this place, 450 Splash from Banks onto Matthew
Kurtis from the top of the ladder! Outside, Bruno grabs a pipe and reaches around the ringpost to choke the life out of Cataclysm as he lies on the bottom
turnbuckle. Murcielago, a bloody mess, gets up and meets Clint Zellor as he enters the ring with a kick and vertical suplex on top of Matthew Kurtis, what
power! Zellor bounces up turns himself about and toe kicks Murcielago. He quickly shoves him between his legs, looking for a piledriver – blocked by Murcielago,
and now he back bodydrops him onto Kurtis – can this guy catch a break? Murcielago picks Zellor up off the mat, but never saw the LOW BLOW coming from
Banks – Zellor with the HATA ELIMANATAAAAA! Goodnight, nurse!

ROB MARTINEZ: If this were a pinfall match, it’d be all but over at this point. But why have Banks and Murcielago been the only two to try taking the title?
Banks nods at Zellor, and he goes to work in the corner on Cataclysm, who’s been severely weakened by Bruno – wait a minute, where did Bruno go? He slides
into the ring behind Banks – with BARBIEEEEEEEEE! BAM!, right in the forehead! Luckily for him, he caught the very end of the 2 x 4 and didn’t get sliced
open. Zellor sees Bruno coming too late, and he gets ROCKED! The blood – the carnage! Half the men in this match have been busted wide open! Kurtis finally
gets up from half the men in the match being dropped on him. Bruno lets him have it too, and once more he stands tall! The crowd is going wild, they wanted
blood and Bruno has delivered! He picks up Murcielago in fireman’s carry position – F-5! F-5! RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR! No one can stop
Bruno now! He climbs up the ladder, content with the mayhem he’s caused – or is he? He hops down, and picks up Cataclysm. Kick to the groin, that’s just
uncalled for. Bruno gets him into Crucifix Power Bomb position, this can’t be good! He runs with him on his back to the ropes – AND POWERBOMBS HIM OVER
THE ROPES, THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! It shatters on impact, sending shards of wood and dust everywhere! The crowd is almost in riot mode, they’re CHANTING
Bruno’s name! He pounds on his chest, and finally is satisfied. He climbs the ladder, reaches the top quickly and goes to take the belt down – AND SIMPLY
BEAUTIFUL CHARGES INTO THE RING! HE RUNS UP THE LADDER AND DROPKICKS BRUNO OFF!!! SB lands on feet somehow, and picks up the chair – Bruno somehow gets
up and comes at SB – CRACK! CHAIRSHOT! The fans have not. Stopped. SCREAMING. Bruno shrugs the shot off tries to come back at the Italian Stallion – CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! Three more shots, but Bruno is STILL UP! He’s…he’s…he’s in a Blind Rage! He roars at SB – this can’t be good! Some of the other guys
Bruno laid out are starting to stir, but they’re all staying the hell away from this fight. This is personal! Bruno throws a punch, but SB ducks it! He
tosses the chair to Bruno – SEXXXXAAAAAAAYYYYYYYKIIIICCCKK! Bruno flips over the ropes and lands on the apron, STILL not down. He’s woozy – ANOTHER SexyKick,
good grief what will it take? Bruno flies off and goes through the bottom table set up by Cataclysm! And SB follows after him, putting the other table
back in place and Bruno on top of it. SB goes back in the ring – what’s he gonna do here? Oh, no way! No WAY! He’s climbing the LADDER! He reaches the
top, the fans are now chanting HIS name! He spreads his arms out wide – AND LEAPS! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! NEW YORK NIGHTMARE! OFF THE
LADDER, THROUGH A TABLE ON THE ARENA FLOOR! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Simply Beautiful may have just committed murder-suicide,
and the North Carolina fans are beside themselves! Have you ever in your life seen something like that?

SB crawls out of the wreckage, holding his hand up high. He holds his ribs – they just might be broken – and exits through the crowd, who reach out just
to touch him as he leaves. And the match goes on! By now, Banks, Zellor, and Kurtis have somewhat recovered. Murcielago is gathering himself on the floor,
just a few feet from the broken body of Brian Bruno. Cataclysm hasn’t even moved an inch. Zellor gets in a big punch on Banks and sends him to the mat.
Kurtis quickly gets the upper hand on Zellor with a knee to the gut – Bluebrass Bomb! That has to be it for Zellor, and now it looks like Kurtis has this
thing won. He starts his climb – and so does a revitalized David Banks! They race to the top, and both reach up for the belt at once – Kurtis with a haymaker,
and Banks nearly falls off the ladder! Kurtis has a hand on the Carolinas Championship! Rake to the eyes from David Banks, and a punch to the gut for good
measure. He can grab the title right now! But he grabs Kurtis in a double underhook! OH MY!

And that was indeed BEYOND BELIEF, off the top of the ladder. The pop from the crowd is enough to put a hole in the ozone layer! Banks lays flat on his
back, completely wiped. Cataclysm is in the ring, he’s going for the title now! Where’d he get that second wind from? He’s sluggish as he climbs, but there’s
no one to bring him down – except Stone Zellor! Cataclysm slaps at the title, trying to quickly snatch it before it’s too late – and it’s too late. Zellor
pushes the ladder over, sending Cataclysm crashing down to the mat, just missing the ropes! Zellor falls to his knees, and the ladder falls beside him.
If he can just pick the ladder up and get it set…Murcielago is in the ring now, and he’s got the ladder! He sets it up goes to climb for the title -
but Zellor with a clothesline takes him down. But that damn Banks gets the jump on hi from behind yet again and toe kicks him, doubling the big man over.
Tiger Driver! Zellor gets folded up like an accordion and rolls out the ring. Murcielago and Banks trade punches – eye poke from Banks, that sneaky bastard!
He sees his chance and climbs, quickly as he can after using up so much energy, and heads to the top. Murcielago grabs him and yanks him off the ladder
– boot to the midsection. DROP TOP! Murcielago hit his finisher, and now he’s headed up the ladder with no one to stop him! He reaches – and he pulls the
title down!

JENNY JERSEY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE FIRST EVER REBEL CAROLINAS CHAMPION, MUUUUUURRCCCCIIIEEELLAAAAAGOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: HE DID IT! THE KID DID IT, WHAT AN UPSET! With all the punishment he took, he still was able to come out on top and become our first ever
Carolinas Champion! And listen to these fans, have yourself a look – they’re all on their feet, not just for Murcielago but for the match itself. I saw
some things I’ve never seen before, and don’t know if I ever want to see again. There’s bodies everywhere, blood has stained the ring. And Murcielago is
the new champion!

CHAD KURTIS: As much as I wanted to see my bro with the title, this guy went through Hell to win that strap! But he still has me waiting for him in the
wings!

In the ring, Murcielago cradles the championship like a newborn baby. He was indeed the underdog heading in. But every dog has his day.

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Wow. After that last match, the crowd is still buzzing. They don’t get too much time to come off of that high, though, because Jenny Jersey is climbing
back into the ring. “Paradise City” hits the speakers.

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 provigil-viagra for the brain 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 cialis for daily use 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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JENNY JERSEY: This next match is your main even and it is for the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!!

The crowd pops huge as “We Fall, We Fall” by Dead Celebrity Status hits the sound system.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he hails from St. Paul Minnesota and weighs in at 254 pounds…”Superstar” Tommy Deathrow!!!

The DOOMrider emerges from the back to a loud ovation from the North Carolina crowd. He grins and limps his way towards the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s amazing that “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow is even here tonight! Just a week ago he took a horrific fall thanks to the disturbed Sebastien
Martyr. Lord only knows what sort of injuries he’s walking into the ring with.

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

Another monster pop from the crowd as “The Champ Is Here” by Jadakiss pumps through the speakers.

JENNY JERSEY: He hails from right here in North Carolina and weighs in tonight at 245 pounds…”The One Man Crime Spree” and the REBEL Heavyweight Champion….Rex
Caliber!!!

Rex emerges from the back with his entourage from Rex Calibers Fan Club. The REBEL Title is firmly around the waist of the champ as he makes his way towards
the ring. In fact his whole entrance is reminiscent of something you would see out of boxing not wrestling.

ROB MARTINEZ: A new look for our new champ here tonight. Hopefully REBEL isn’t footing the bill for all of Calibers new friends.

Rex enters the ring and unfastens the title belt from around his waist. He kisses it and hands it over to the referee. Tommy smirks at Rex and his crew
and yells “That Belts Is Mine!” to the crowd.

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to wonder if Tommy is even cleared to wrestle tonight. Not that it would stop that insane bastard.

The referee calls for the bell and the two men slowly approach each other. Tommy is talking seven layers of smack and Rex looks none too pleased about it.
They get in each others face and the trash talk continues as the fans are stomping their feet and clapping their hands in anticipation for the war that’s
about to break out. Rex shoves Tommy backwards and the DOOMrider responds by planting a stiff right hand against the champs head! A vicious chop across
the chest of Rex Caliber gets a “woooooooo’ from the crowd and the champ is on the defensive early! Deathrow blocks a right hand, rakes the eyes of Caliber
and throws him to the outside. Deathrow gingerly crawls out of the ring and is greeted by a knee to the ribs by Caliber! Caliber attempts to Irish whip
Deathrow into the ringpost but it’s reversed and it’s the REBEL Heavyweight Champion who hits shoulder first into the unforgiving steel post! Deathrow
throws back the ring apron and pulls out a metal trash can to a big pop!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy breaking out the inanimate objects early here.

Rex takes a shot to the chrome dome with the trash can! Rex staggers around ringside as Tommy follows him with a now dented trash can. Deathrow smacks the
trash can across the back of Rex and the champ drops to his knees! The DOOMrider drops the can and starts to pound away at the head of the champ with stiff
right hands. Rex is rolled back into the ring and Deathrow slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Rex takes advantage of Deathrows lingering injuries
and drives a shoulder into the ribs of the challenger! A hiptoss over the top rope lands Tommy into the ring and the Champ is in charge. Rex pulls Deathrow
to his feet and takes him up into the lights with a delayed vertical suplex. Rex brings Deathrow crashing down to the mat and floats over into a pin attempt.
Tommy kicks out at two and Rex locks in a rear chin lock.

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliber doing the right thing here by keeping Deathrow grounded.

Tommy fights to his feet and the rear chin lock slips into a side headlock. Tommy backs Rex into the ropes and shoots him off. Rex ducks a Deathrow clothesline
and goes for a cross body block only to have the DOOMrider drop out of sight! Rex hits the mat hard and Tommy drops a leg across the back of Calibers neck!
Instead of a cover, Tommy again rolls out of the ring in the search of plunder. Tommy yanks the timekeeper from his seat and takes his chair as caliber
is still down in the ring! The DOOMrider crawls into the ring just as Rex is getting to his feet and he rushes him! Caliber was simply playing possum and
catches Deathrow with a death valley driver! Rex goes for the cover and Tommy kicks out at two! Rex questions the referees count and looks upset. Rex goes
to pull Tommy off of the mat and takes a low blow that drops the Champion like a rock!

ROB MARTINEZ: Ooohhhhh that’ll leave a lasting impression.

Tommy slowly gets to his feet and watches as Rex uses the ring ropes to pull himself up a vertical position. Sweaty Ball Claw from Deathrow! Calibers face
is turning beet red from the claw hold as Tommy cranks up the pressure! Rex Caliber lashes out with a pair of kicks to the ribs of the DOOMrider and the
hold is broken! Rex goes for a clothesline but Tommy ducks! The referee however isn’t so lucky and gets dropped to the mat courtesy of the REBEL Champion!
Rex looks down at the referee and shakes his head. He turns around and takes a kick to the nether regions that doubles him over! Deathrow Driver! It’s
over! But the referee is still down! The fans count along with Tommy as he slaps the mat with his hand, one, two three!

ROB MARTINEZ: We need another referee out here! We could have a new champion in mere moments!

Then it happens. From the crowd Mr. Canada emerges from the crowd and slips into the ring! Tommy spots him and tries to get to his feet only to have Mr.
Canada put the boots to him!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is up with this Mr. Canada crap?

Suddenly….

The Arena lights go out!

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh dear…

The lights return and standing in the middle of the ring is none other than “Sick” Billy Kryenik! The fans go NUTS as Kryenik pulls Mr. Canada off of Tommy
and starts to pummel him with big right hands! A clothesline sends Mr. Canada over the top rope to the floor and the DOOMrider goes out after him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Tommy brought back up! “Sick” Billy Kryenik is beating the Hell out of this Mr. Canada guy!

Indeed he is, the duo battle their way towards the back as the fans are still going bananas over the surprise appearance of Deathrows partner. Back in the
ring the referee is starting to come to and Tommy pulls Rex off of the mat and gets ready to hit another Deathrow Driver!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is it! If he hits this we’ll have a new champion!

Then…From under the ring comes a Man In Black! He slips into the ring behind Tommy and smacks him in the back of the head with a lead pipe! Tommy collapses
with Rex Caliber on top of him! The Man In Black makes a hasty retreat as the referee rolls over, spots the cover and makes a slow three count!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex retains the title! But now we have a Man In Black? Tommy Deathrow was once a Man In Black! When did this turn into “Days of our lives?”
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And STILL REBEL Pro Heavyweight Champion….”The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber is handed the title belt and he looks at the unconscious Deathrow with a confused expression on his face. He even asks the referee “What Happened?”
ROB MARTINEZ: Well it’s been a Hell of a night here in the REBEL Arena. A new Carolinas Champ was crowned and Rex Caliber retains the title in controversial
fashion. Folks we’ll be back next week!

Fade out on a confused Rex Caliber trying to help the DOOMrider back to his feet as the crowd is split 50/50 for the result of the main event. Nothing is
what it seems in REBEL, and ANYTHING can happen in this Arena!

GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES

04/10/2007
Welcome to the Raleigh County Armory Civic Center, or as it’s quickly becoming known as “The REBEL Arena!” Fans have been lined up for this historic night
and once the doors opened at 6:30 they piled in by the truck load. Nearly 250 fans are in attendance tonight, all of them buzzing with anticipation over
who will walk out with REBEL gold. Over by the concession stand a table has been set up and wrestlers such as Rex Caliber, Lyndsey Valentine, Mike “Assman”
Trey and others sign autographs and pose for pictures. Hell, even Rob Martinez and Jenny Jersey are chatting up the fans. It’s almost seven o’ clock….
Do you know where your kids are?

They’re most likely here baby!

Inside the ring Jenny Jersey has both the microphone and the complete attention of the fans (especially from the men, Jesus just look at that tee shirt!)
JENNY JERSEY: Welcome to REBEL Pro Wrestling!!!

“Killing in the name of…” by Rage Against The Machine punishes the sound system as “Golden Opportunities” has officially begun!

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome to what will no doubt be a night that will forever set the bar for REBEL Pro Wrestling. Tonight we crown not one but two champions
in front of this wild and raucous crowd. First, we find out which team is better, The Foundation or The Celtic Assassins when they do battle for the REBEL
Tag Team Championship. Then we pit three of the sports top indie stars in MackaBEE, “Big Bad” Brian Bruno and “The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber in
a triple threat elimination match to see just who has what it takes to become this promotions Heavyweight Champion!

“Headstrong” by Trapt replaces Rage on the speakers and all eyes turn towards the curtain.

ROB MARTINEZ: And speaking of champions!

JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is a special non title inter-promotional Divas match! Coming to the ring first, she is the ECFW Womans Champion…Alexis
Knight!!!

Alexis Knight comes out from behind the curtain and gets a warm welcome (she’s on national TV after all) from the REBEL fans. Even though the match is non
title she wears her Womans Championship with pride as she makes her way to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: An interesting fact here, Alexis Knight is from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. Not far from our sister promotion NAPW.

Alexis climbs into the ring and waves to the fans as her song is replaced by “Bad Reputation” by Joan Jett.

JENNY JERSEY: And her opponent, she is the manager of The Bluegrass Mafia…Lyndsey Valentine!!!

Valentine makes her way out from to back to another nice reaction from the crowd. Hard to tell if the crowd is simply behind the “hometown” girl or if they’re
happy two hot chicks are about to throw down.

Valentine climbs into the ring and both women eye each other with both respect and a sense of competition. The referee calls for the bell and this inter-promotional
match has begun! They lock up in the center of the ring and Valentine quickly snaps Knight to the mat with a deep armdrag. Knight is quickly back to her
feet but gets caught with a hip toss that drops the ECFW Womans Champion on her backside. Valentine taunts Knight as she gets back to her feet. Knight
simply smiles and they again lock up. This time it’s Valentine who gets taken to the mat with an armdrag! It’s followed with a high hip toss! It’s like
deja vu! Valentine scrambles to her feet and takes a forearm shot to the head, another, and a third drives her into the ropes! Alexis shoots her off the
ropes and goes for a clothesline that Valentine ducks under. Knight spins around just in time to get caught with a cross body block from Valentine as she
rebounds off the ropes. Valentine hooks the leg but only manages a count of two.

ROB MARTINEZ: I hate to admit this, well okay I’m not, but I’m pulling for our own Lyndsey Valentine to upset the champ here tonight! If she wins this match
then ECFW would have no choice but to grant her a shot at that belt.

Enough talk, back to the action. We see that Valentine is pressing her advantage by landing a couple of stiff forearm shots of her own to Knight. Valentine
whips Knight into a near corner and follows her in with a running knee to the rib cage. Valentine, looking supremely confident, hooks Alexis and hoists
her up to place her on the top rope! Valentine climbs up to meet Knight but take a forearm shot to the head that rattles her. One shove later and Valentine
hits the mat hard as Knight climbs down to the second rope. Valentine gets to her feet and gets hit with a flying clothesline from the ECFW Champ! Alexis
goes for the cover but the resilient Valentine kicks out at two. Alexis pulls Valentine to her feet but gets caught with a jaw breaker that seems to come
out of nowhere! Alexis stumbles back into the ropes and Valentine is on her like a cheap suit. A chop across the ample chest of Knight gets a “Wooooooo!”
from the crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: Valentine looks to be in control but you can’t count out the two time Woman’s Champion!

Valentine Irish whips Knight off the ropes but it’s reversed! A high back drop from Knight sends Valentine into the lights and crashing down to the mat.
Valentine gets to her feet and takes a spinning back kick to the mid section that doubles her over. A sunset flip later and Valentine just manages to kick
out at two! Valentine gets pulled up by her hair but manages to hit a nice looking European uppercut that stuns Knight! Valentine quickly hooks the head
of Knight and plants her with a DDT! A two count later and Valentine is starting to look frustrated. Valentine points to the near corner and pulls Knight
off of the mat. She sends Knight sailing into the turnbuckle but again it’s reversed! Valentine hits hard but has the presence of mind to get a back elbow
into the face of a charging Alexis Knight! Knight staggers back and Valentine pulls herself to the second rope. She takes flight with an attempted dropkick
but Alexis Knight steps back and Valentine crashes and burns on the mat! Knight grabs a leg, pulls her to the center of the ring and drops down locking
her into “Knights Of Retribution” (STFU) finisher! Valentine tries to reach out for the ropes but shes dead center in the ring. She tries to hold on….
She taps out!!

Alexis Knight releases the hold and the bell is rung.

ROB MARTINEZ: Great match and a great showing by our own Lyndsey Valentine who has nothing to be ashamed about tonight. She gave Knight a match to remember.
JENNY JERSEY: Your winner by submission….Alexis Knight!!

Valentine is back to her feet and again the two women eye each other. After a tense moment Valentine offers her hand and the two woman shake! The fans give
them both a great ovation as the first ever REBEL / ECFW inter-promotional match has gone down in the history books!

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is scheduled for as an Over-the-top six man BATTLE ROYALE!

Suddenly Pink Moon by The Fun Police blasts through the small arena, and Modo WHOA! is seen walking down to the ring, looking pumped and wearing his trademark
skeleton mask.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 200lbs, from Sarasota, Florida.. MODO WHOA!

Modo gets his place in the ring, tests the ropes, then takes a place at a far turnbuckle to watch the rest of the entrances, as a loud Gong smash begins
the entrance of Santiago and Sakai!

JENNY JERSEY: From Tokyo Japan, Santia-

ROB MARTINEZ: Woah! These guys aren’t waiting around, they’re straight in that ring!

Santiago and Sakai slide right into the ring, each getting a boot to the back as a welcome present from Modo, just as Don’t F*ck with me comes out through
the speakers, and Zellor is charging straight towards the ring!

JENNY JERSEY: Clint ZELLOR!

ROB MARTINEZ: Hey, I feel sorry for Jenny here, no-one’s giving a crap about their introductions! Thats four of the 6 men in then ring! And Zellor is already
beating down on both Sanitago and Sakai, looks like him and Modo are teaming up on these guys!

Zellor grabs Santiago, Irish whips him off the ropes, and wham! Flying Shoulder tackle on Santiago, flooring him! The blast of The Beatles – Why Don’t we
do it in the Road suddenly hits, causing Modo WHOA! to stare at the entrance…

ROB MARTINEZ: Modo WHOA! got caught off guard, Boot to the face by Zellor! Modo’s teetering on the edge of the ropes!

JENNY JERSEY: The ASSMAN!

As soon as she says the name, Assman runs out, and as soon as he does, the music switches to Kid Rock! And right behind him comes The Show!

JENNY JERSEY: The Show, CHAD KURTIS!

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s all the wrestlers in the ring now! Modo is getting beaten down by Zellor, and Santiago and Sakai are getting a number done on them
by Kurtis and Assman!

Zellor goes for a running power bomb on Modo WHOA! But he reverses, hits a HUGE clothesline on Zellor, sending him over the top! Modo turns to the fans
and raises his arms, letting Sakai get a Gamengiri to Modo’s face!

ROB MARTINEZ: Wait! Wait! Zellor isn’t over the top! He’s hanging on for dear life, but his feet haven’t hit the ground!

Zellor flips himself over, throws himself off the ropes, and Boot to the face of WHOA! Follows it up with a clothesline, taking WHOA! over the top and out
of the match! Now Zellor moves over to Sakai, but before he can, Modo grabs him by the ankles and pulls him out of the ring! They’re going at it right
at ringside, when Zellor is still legal! Sakai is watching the show at ringside, and Kurtis comes up from behind, grabs him round the waist – German Suplex!
Sakai is down, and Assman is working on Santiago, Spinning Bulldog by Assman! Both the Japanese and the Mexican are down, with Kurtis and Assman staring
at each other in the middle of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: Looks like a face-off here folks! No – wait! They’re shaking hands! Pointing to Sakai!

Assman picks up Sakai, places him against the ropes, lays forearms to his body, while Kurts runs off the ropes, charges towards Sakai and knocks him over
with a nice clothesline! Now they both turn to Santiago!

But before they can get at him, Assman signals Kurtis – he ducks, and Assman hits a clothesline on Zellor – who was coming after Kurtis. Kurtis runs off
the ropes towards Zellor, hops over hip, jumps on the ropes – BME! Zellor is out cold! The Show picks him up, turns around, and gets a Hurricanrana by
Santiago! Followed by a huge dropkick on Zellor, sending him over the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can only get better! Four men left in the ring! And Modo is laying a beat down on Zellor at ringside!

Santiago turns round to a kick to the gut by Assman, winding him, he faces Santiago, placing his head on his shoulder, and drops! Shoulder Neckbreaker by
Assman! Santiago teeters around, getting a fist by Kurtis, then a fist by Assman, again to Kurtis, who whips him off the rope towards Assman – huge Back
Body Drop over the top rope!

ROB MARTINEZ: Two men left! The Show and The Assman! The fans don’t know who to root for – we’ve got one side shouting “ASS!” , and the other shouting “SHOW!”,
this is going to be a tough one, folks.

“SHOW!” “ASS!” “SHOW!” “ASS!” The Assman stomps his feet on the mat for the crowd support, and Kurtis waves his hands in the air for the fans – everyone
of them loving it. But Assman is quicker, he gets a few forearms to Kurtis, then hits him with a neckbreaker! Follows quickly by a bulldog! Assman is all
over Kurtis! Chops him against the ring ropes! Theres forearms flying everywhere! Assman measures him for a clothesline -

ROB MARTINEZ: Assman has been dominating! Looks like he’s got the shot at the championship, Kurtis has been nowhe- Isn’t that Flashlight?

Flashlight by Parliment booms out through the speakers, and that’s all it takes to get Assman distracted! He’s checking everywhere for Dr. Tittylover! And
now The Show sees an opportunity, he hits Assman from behind, and sets him up in position for the CK Finale! He hit it! Assman is down, and Kurtis grabs
him, throwing him over the top rope!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner… CHAD KURTIS, THE SHOW!

ROB MARTINEZ: That is a win for Kurtis! Dr. Tittylover is nowhere to be seen, and just cost The Assman the match! I’m sure this isn’t the last we’ll see
these two looking for each other!

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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 viagra efeitos colaterais 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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Jenny Jersey has the mic and is at center ring, so it’s match time, baby!

JENNY JERSEY: This next match is scheduled for one fall!

Easy E’s “Still Cruisin” plays as Murcielago makes his way to the ring for his REBEL debut.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the participants! First, from Manhattan, New York, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, MURCIELAGO!!!

The crowd gives a nice reception to the newcomer, though they’ve yet to see what he can do. But then Nine Inch Nails takes over the speakers, and a bit
of a hush comes over the crowd…

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from the Amazon Basin. He weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. he is accompanied by Ringmaster Iago and Miranda. This
is CALIBAN!!!

A mixed reaction as Caliban lumbers to the ring, led by Miranda. The hardcore fans have a “CAL-I-BAN” chant going. Iago cackles as he points his cane at
Murcielago. Caliban steps over the top rope and glares at his only slightly smaller opponent. Referee Johnson calls for the bell, and Caliban is quick
to go for a lariat… Murcielago ducks! And he catches the monster with a HUGE right hand! But Caliban doesn’t go down!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban barely flinched! And Murcielago is no slouch!

Caliban grabs Murcielago by the throat, and goes for a chokeslam! Murcielago with a series of elbows to Caliban’s head, and the masked man lets go. Mucielago
hits the ropes, and comes back with a boot to the face which staggers the man from the Amazon. He hits him with a second boot, and Caliban stumbles backwards,
but does not leave his feet. Murcielago goes for a third boot… Caliban catches the foot, roars, and nearly DECAPITATES Murcielago with a hard clothesline!
The fans show some love for that move, even if they’re scared of the masked freak. Caliban drags up Murcielago by the hair and lays in with a STIFF headbutt.
Murcielago sinks to one knee, a cut opened on his forehead. Caliban goes to drag him up again, and Murcielago does what any sensible man would do against
an unstoppable menace:

He plants a fist right to Caliban’s junk.

ROB MARTINEZ: Monster or mortal, doesn’t matter, that’s got to hurt!

Caliban roars at that. Iago and Miranda look furious, and Murcielago sees a break. Using all his strength he heaves up Caliban for a spinebuster… No!
Caliban latches onto Murcielago’s head with a claw hold! The grip is released, and Caliban pushes his opponent to the ropes, then nails a Cactus clothesline
that sends both men to the floor! Caliban is first to his feet, and he drags up Murcielago and whips him into the guard rail! He follows up with a clothesline…
Murcielago gets a desperation back body drop! Caliban is sent over the railing and to the floor! Murcielago spots a chair and grabs it, then turns to see
Caliban is up. And angry.

ROB MARTINEZ: Neither man backing down. But Murcielago is fighting for survival, and Caliban seems to be fighting for fun…

Murcielago swings the chair and nails Caliban in the back as he climbs over the railing. He hits him again. And again. Stiff chair shots to the back that
would cause a normal man to crumple. But Caliban is only being slowed down. And he seems to be getting angrier. Murcielago goes for a head shot! Caliban
steps aside. He catches Murcielago, lifts the man onto his shoulders and

ROB MARTINEZ: ARGENTINE FACEBUSTER! My god he just drove the man face first onto the floor!

A huge groan from the crowd, but Caliban calmly deposits his opponent back into the ring. Iago and Miranda, in the meantime, have set up a table in the
ring, and they have a command for Caliban:

BREAK HIM.

Caliban is back in the ring. He drags Murcielago to the corner where the table is set up. And now… Miranda is giving him instruction… Caliban sits Murcielago
on the top rope… Now he’s standing on the second rope… He grabs hold of the back of Murcielago’s head and

HEART Of DRAKNESS! FROM THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH THE TABLE!

And the fans seem to appreciate that move, as evidenced by the rampant “Holy Shit” chant we hear throughout the arena. Caliban covers, and Johnson makes
the count.

One

Two

Three

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: Murcielago showed a lot of guts tonight. He never once backed away from his opponent, but I don’t think anyone is going to be able to stop
Caliban…

Iago laughs victoriously as Miranda leads Caliban away. Officials are now checking on Murcielago. He’s hurt, but he’s moving. he’ll live to fight another
day, but tonight he ran smack into possibly the most dangerous man in the business. The camera gives us a close-up of Caliban’s mask, where the only glimpse
of humanity we see are his eyes. Cold, dead, predatory. Be afraid…

“Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!!”

This simply song lyric slithering through the speakers pops the crowd and all eyes turn towards the curtain. Iago, Miranda and Caliban also look towards
the curtain as Guns N’ Roses continue to blast. A figure hopes the guard rail and scampers up to the top turnbuckle.

It’s Warren!

He yells at Caliban who turns around just as Warren takes to the air! Caliban catches him and holds him like a dog would hold a chew toy! Samoan Drop! Warren
is writhing in pain as Caliban looms over him.

ROB MARTINEZ: Jesus Warren has more guts then brains, get this monster out of here before someone is seriously hurt!

Caliban leans down to pull Warren off the mat when the song “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC pounds the speakers.

ROB MARTINEZ: Now what?

From behind the curtain steps a figure wearing leather pants and road warrior style shoulder pads. A gold belt is strapped around his waist.

ROB MARTINEZ: Oh. My. God.

The figure steps into the ring and the audience simply looks on in stunned amazement. The Extreme Jobber Champion Joey Malone has come to kick some ass!
Malone takes off the pads, drops them to the mat and flips off Caliban! Caliban looks at Iago who shrugs his shoulders. Big boot to the face of Malone!
The Extreme Jobber Champion is laying on the mat screaming for his mother of all things!

ROB MARTINEZ: Caliban is killing everything that steps into that ring!

Iago shouts to Caliban to get another table when….

“Son Of A Bush” by Public Enemy hits the speakers! bring the noise indeed! The crowd pops as Bruce “The Beast” Richards runs out from the back, slides into
the ring and gets into the face of Caliban!

ROB MARTINEZ: This can’t end well….

Caliban starts to say something when “The Beast” pie faces him! The crowd comes unglued as a slugfest breaks out between the two men! Security and police
rush the ring amid thunderous boos and pry the men apart! Caliban breaks loose and attacks “The Beast” as it’s total chaos inside the ring! Finally the
two men (monsters?) are separated and are led from the ring to a chant of “Let Them Go! Let Them Go!”

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s it, I’m asking for hazard pay after tonight.

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JENNY JERSEY: This match is your four corners survival match! The winner of this match will receive a future shot at the REBELÊHeavyweight Championship!
“We Fall, We Fall” by Dead Celebrity Status punishes the speakers as the fans go nuts.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, he weighs in at 254 pounds and is one half of The DOOMriders…”SUPERSTAR” Tommy Deathrow!!!

Tommy steps though the curtain and quickly jogs his way down youtube canadian pharmacy to the ring. After rolling inside he stands up and looks ready to kick someone, anyones ass.
“I Am The Man” by Philosopher Kings plays and the cheers turn to boos as Kyle Roberts makes his way out from the back. He blows off the fans as he makes
his way to ringside. Inside the ring Deathrow is rubbing his hands together as if getting ready to lay into Mr. Roberts.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at 257 pounds…”Stylin’” Kyle Roberts!!!

Roberts slowly enters the ring and keeps his eyes on the self proclaimed “Walking STD” …

“When The Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys (music only) hits the speakers and the boos keep on coming.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, weighing in at 247 pounds….”LDK” Lloyd Rees!!!

Rees steps out from the back to a hostile crowd. Not that he cares. He makes his way to the ring as Deathrow and Roberts watch his every step.

“Path” by Apocalyptica blasts through the speakers and the crowd pops big time!

JENNY JERSEY: And finally, he is the reigning NAPW Heavyweight Champion, he weighs in at 210 pounds…Ravager!!!

The most dangerous man on Earth steps out to a huge ovation from the REBEL faithful.Ê The NAPW belt is strapped around his waist as a kind of “F*ck You”
to the rest of the men in the match.Ê He makes his way to the ring with an intense look on his face and climbs into the ring.Ê All eyes are cialis advertising campaign on the NAPW
Heavyweight Champion…

Ravager steps into the ring and CRACK. Immediately headbutts Stylin’ Kyle Roberts square in the forehead, he walks over to Tommy Deathrow and CRACK, headbutts
the Superstar down, then to Lloyd Rees who fires a punch BLOCKED HEADBUTT. CRACK. DING DING DING. There’s the bell, already Ravager has floored all three
opponents with sick headbutts and he barely looks dazed. And he hasn’t even taken off his title belt yet!

Ravager takes off the NAPW title belt and tosses it aside… wait. He changes his mind. Kyle Roberts is up, turns around, Ravager charges him and connects
with the 10 pounds of gold right into the forehead. Deathrow? TEN POUNDS OF GOLD. LDK? TEN POUNDS OF SAMUEL L JACKSON APPROVED MOTHER(BLEEP)IN’ 10 POUNDS
OF GOLD.

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s been called the Shooter, the Last Resort, The White Collar Assassin, but right now I would call him Hurricane Ravager! The NAPW Heavyweight
champion has decimated the competition in the early going of this contest, and the REBEL Pro Wrestling fans are loving every minute of it!

Ravager stands alone in the center of the ring, scanning the cheering NC fans with his typical unhappy expression put in place. And now it’s on, as Ravager
roughly manhandles a busted open Stylin’ Kyle Roberts into one corner. Ravager opens up with the knife-edge chop… and that draws a thunderous WHOOOOOO
from the Carolina crowd. Roberts dances in place, Ravager whupped him good. Back into the corner for Roberts and Ravager again chops the hell out of him.
Meanwhile, Lloyd Rees and Tommy Deathrow have gotten to their feet and started in on each other. Deathrow is throwing wild but punchy rights and lefts
LDK’s way, and Lloyd is having a hard time countering. Tommy sends him into the ropes and wallops him. Then it’s time for the… locomotion? Deathrow is
gonna ride the train? Dance, dance, CHARGE — Lloyd with the low-bridge! Deathrow goes careening to the outside over the ropes. WAIT A MINUTE THE LDK
— TO THE OUTSIDE! HE CREAMS DEATHROW! FRESH WATER FLIP OVER THE TOP ROPE! LDK went hardcore high-risk here in REBEL Pro Wrestling. LDK and STD are down
on the concrete…

As in the ring, Ravager continues to methodically dismantle Stylin’ Kyle Roberts. In point of fact, it’s been all Ravager. Kyle tries to get a shot in,
only to have Ravager fire back with another headbutt or chop. Irish whip sends Kyle into the turnbuckle, but he grabs the top rope and slingshots over
a charging Ravager. Ravager himself stops short of impact, however, and he dodges Kyle’s attempt at a lariat with… chops! CHOPS! MORE CHOPS! RAVAGER
GOING BILLY BERSEK DON. YOU SEE. MY MON RAVAGER DON’T SHIV. The crowd gives up on counting, there’s just too many — Kyle Roberts chest is going to be
a softened, tenderized piece of Alberta beef right now.

Ravager steps aside, allowing the brutalized Roberts to stumble out to center-ring. Kyle, on wobbly legs, is prime picking… LAST RESORT

WAIT A MINUTE

Roberts quickly counters the Last Resort, wrenching out before Ravager could lock the fingers together — standing switch — he takes Ravager’s feet out
from underneath him! He’s going for the Bear-Tamer, can he get Ravager turned around? He can’t… so he changes tactics, catapulting Ravager through the
air and over the turnbuckle. So far, in fact, that Ravager actually clonks his forehead on the top of the ringpost and sags awkwardly atop the turnbuckle.
Kyle Roberts – red-chested, bloody faced, spitting out a tooth it looks like – stands at center-ring now.

“SMARTER THAN YOU.”

ROB MARTINEZ: You have to give Roberts credit, he had Ravager’s finisher well-scouted… and that shot of desperate adrenaline probably didn’t hurt. But
here comes Tommy Deathrow back into the ring!

What? Indeed, as soon as Kyle turns around The SUPERSTAR is right there. And he boots Kyle in the gut, DEATHROW DRIVER coming up. Not if Rees can help it!
Lloyd comes off the ropes with a brutal lariat knocking Deathrow down. And now it’s Rees and Roberts putting the boots to Tommy. Two-on-one!

ROB MARTINEZ: It looks like LDK and Stylin’ Kyle have decided to work together for the short-term… the question is who stabs who in the back first?

Hard question to answer but right now Deathrow wishes it would happen soon, because he’s not being done any favors here. LDK and Kyle hoist Deathrow up
and send him to the ropes, Kyle catches Deathrow with a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker… and it’s Rees immediately diving onto Tommy with a running senton as
soon as Tommy hits canvas. It’s also Rees who covers for one, two, Roberts shoves him off. Roberts pins Deathrow, one, two, Rees shoves Roberts off. Oh
ho ho, and now these two are jawing with one another. But wait, it looks like they’ve made peace, at least long enough to take Deathrow and Ravager out
of the equation…

Yeah, right. Each man has the same idea and they clothesline each other down in the center of the ring. And oh my god, RAVAGER IS STANDING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
DIVINNNNNG HEADBUTT! He NAILS Kyle Roberts, the nearer man with it. As for LDK, well… how do you put this.

You see, Tommy Deathrow has his knees around Rees head, Rees facedown on the canvas.

And he’s thrusting the man’s face back and forth into the canvas.

Yes ladies, it is indeed the phenomenon known as…

ROB MARTINEZ: TOTAL NONSTOP TOMMY!!!

Ravager shakes off the headbutt, he’s clearly been shaken up by that date with the ringpost, but he has Roberts… in The Garotte! However, at the same
time Tommy Deathrow decides to go Submission, locking Rees in the Camel Clutch! Roberts and Rees are both being punished by submission moves, the crowd
chanting “TAP TAP TAP.” WHO TAPS FIRST?

After an agonizing minute for each trapped man, Ravager and Deathrow make the simultaneous decision that this isn’t going to work out. They each release
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their holds and get up to their feet. They eye each other. Ravager with a chop! Deathrow with a punch! Chop! Punch! Chop! Punch! Punch! Punch! Deathrow
is firing off the fists of fabulous fury! Ravager, punch-drunk, misses Deathrow. This isn’t a state Ravager’s used to being in but you can’t brawl with
Tommy Deathrow. And when Ravager misses, Deathrow… holy shit.

Gets the full nelson! AND HITS A LAST RESORT!

The crowd is going bananas, Tommy just used Ravager’s own finisher against him! Deathrow goes for a cover, one, two, BOOT TO THE HEAD… by Stylin’ Kyle
Roberts. Roberts kicks Tommy in the gut brutally, and then suddenly…

He can’t!

HE IS

DEATHROW DRIVER BY KYLE ROBERTS ON TOMMY DEATHROW!

Can you believe what you are seeing? Kyle Roberts with a sick grin on his face, but what he doesn’t see is Lloyd Rees rising right behind him. Spin around
— wham! Rees hoists Kyle up… and GOOD LORD!

EMERALD FUSION!

REES HAS KYLE DOWN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!

Nobody’s moving as Rees covers Kyle Roberts! ONE! TWO! THREEE—-

Shoulder up. Shoulder up!

ROB MARTINEZ: This crowd just had their heart’s in the collective throats, Lloyd Rees very nearly stole this match using Roberts’ own move! And now he’s
got the pick of the litter as far as who he wants to inflict damage to, nobody else is moving.

Rees indeed wants more, and he makes a point of grabbing Tommy Deathrow… one-half of the NAPW Tag Team Champions, whom Rees will be wrestling for the
gold in just a couple weeks. He lifts Tommy to the top turnbuckle and follows, going for his Wabana Buster. That one will end this match… but wait! Ravager
is up, and he’s on top behind Rees, pounding away — oh my God, Ravager is trying to german suplex Rees right off the turnbuckle! Cue Kyle Roberts to
somehow get up at the same time… he positions himself in front of the lot! POWERBOMB, GERMAN SUPLEX, SUPERPLEX! Talk about a TOWER OF DOOM! Kyle powerbombs
Ravager, who german suplexes LDK, who manages to superplex Tommy still. They’re all laid out now, except for…

Stylin’ Kyle.

And Ravager is looking like a vulnerable old…bear.

ROB MARTINEZ: These two men hate each other so much, they always have, and now Kyle Roberts is trying to break Ravager in half with the Bear-Tamer! He’s
got it locked in!

Indeed he does, and Ravager is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. This man has so rarely submitted in his entire career, but now a crazed, manic-eyed
Kyle Roberts is wrenching back, digging his knee into the man’s back in classic Liontamer style.

And perhaps Kyle Roberts could have gotten the submission right there.

If Lloyd Rees didn’t choose to grab him from behind for the CONCEPTION BAY CHINLOCK.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Bear-Tamer is broken, now how long can Stylin’ Kyle Roberts hold out? Rees has it cinched in!

The crowd is getting very, VERY nervous. Kyle’s hand is raised… he’s shaking… he won’t tap! He won’t! Rees gets the bodyscissors, falling backwards
to the canvas. Kyle has nowhere to go, no ropes to grab… his hand shakes! It wavers! IT BEGINS TO FALL —

And Tommy Deathrow comes FLYING off the top rope with a MOONSAULT? WTF OMG. Deathrow can’t do a moonsault! He just did, the world’s sloppiest, shittiest
but damn effective moonsault onto both Rees and Roberts. And what do you know, Deathrow is suddenly the only man up. You just cannot keep the momentum
in this contest for more than a moment, Deathrow needs to capitalize NOW…

And he does, pulling up LDK for the DEATHROW DRIVER…

DENIED.

Stylin’ Kyle nails Deathrow in the butt of the jaw with a Styleskick. And then promptly collapses. The referee looks around at four men, all down, and the
crowd is getting noisy and loud…

There’s movement.

All four men are stirring. Barely moving.

Separately — yet as one — they pull themselves up by the ring ropes. Ravager. Roberts. Rees. Deathrow. Each in a corner. Beaten, bloody, but knowing
that a title shot at the REBEL Heavyweight title is on the line. The very reason they lace up their boots: To be the man.

To be the man, you have to beat the man.

And sometimes you have to beat three men.

ROB MARTINEZ: We have a stand-off here, my goodness, the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife… and HERE WE GO! Katy, bar the door!

The action is fast and furious, each man just trying to punish anybody in his reach with chops, punches, kicks, gouges, the works. Ravager and Kyle Roberts
end up paired up out of the chaos, Ravager more or less kicking Kyle’s sorry backstabbing ass to the delight of the fans. But he doesn’t count on a low
blow, nor does he count on a Moose Jaw Driver dropping him to the canvas! Kyle makes a cover, ONE, TWO, Rees breaks the pinfall up! He was just aware enough
to hear the ref counting and tear away from Deathrow, but STD is back over him. Deathrow looks try to the Dominator on LDK, but Rees slips out behind Deathrow.
Spin-around, toe-kick… He’s going for it! Rees has Deathrow up on his shoulders! The NISH J DROP! He connects! Covers! ONE! TWO! TH—

Roberts drives the elbow into the head of Rees, knocking the man off. Kyle with some stiff shots into Rees’ face, and generic viagra from india review then lifts the man up for the REAL
Emerald Fusion, applied by the man who has ended careers by it. But he never hits it, because it’s RAVAGER getting behind him with the LAST RESORT.

You better believe this time, it connects.

COVER ON ROBERTS ONE, TWO, TH— SAVE BY REES! Rees wants this match so bad he can taste it! Rees opens up on Ravager, blocked, HEADBUTT again by Ravager!
He’s been dishing them out like candy, kids. Ravager with a Northern Lights Suplex on Rees! ONE! TWO! And this time it’s Deathrow breaking up the pinfall!
He covers Ravager, one, two, Roberts rips him off! Instead, Roberts pulls Ravager to his feet and sends him to the ropes, Ravager reverses, Kyle stops
short. SMARTER THAN YOU —*

Ravager LARIAT. Stylin’ Kyle gets dumped to the outside. Ravager with a head of steam SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES. RIGHT ONTO ROBERTS! BOTH MEN
ARE DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE!

In the ring, however, LDK has Deathrow in a bad position. He again toe-kicks him, lifting him high in the air for a second Nish J Drop! There’s nobody in
the ring to save Deathrow… but Tommy wriggles like a fish and ends up back on his feet, back to back with LDK. MULE KICK. Rees grabs his groin as Tommy
caught him from the back-to-back position. And then:

Deathrow rams LDK’s head between his legs. He sticks his tongue out and grabs the back of Rees’ trunks, lifting up. In one swift, stump-pulling motion…
LDK learns what it is to be on the receiving end of the Deathrow Driver. Tommy hooks the leg, and it’s ONE…TWO…THREE!

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match by pinfall… SUPERSTAR TOMMMMMMY DEATHROOOOOWWWW!

Tommy rolls out of the ring, a shit-eating grin plastered over his bloody face. Ravager and Roberts are picking themselves up on the outside, Roberts with
a glare of hatehateHATE on his face. Rees is the only one not looking on… he’s down and out.

Nobody gets up from the Deathrow Driver.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish and is for the REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!

Referee Jimmy Johnson stands in the ring. Then Ashley MacIssac’s “The Devil in the Kitchen,” brings out the Celtic Assassins. They are wearing Four Horsemen
shirts from the days when Paul Roma was a part of the group. They let out a “woo” and show the Four Horsemen sign only to get booooooooooed! They shake
their heads as they get in the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, they weigh in at a combined five hundred sixty five pounds… “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’Brady… “The Scottish Wrecking
Machine” Al Thoes and they are… THE CELTIC ASSASSINS!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celt’s are trying to win over this crowd, but have failed miserably. They are of course former tag team champions in NAPW. They were also
number two on the ENN top one hundred tag teams in two thousand six. The series is tied in head to head encounters with The Foundation… but Thomas Young
and his brother Jeff James lost to them once. But this match is different, and both teams are different. This is for gold, and this is REBEL!

“The New Foundation” hits the arena sound system and the fans are cheering? Mr. B leads out Prince Darko and Thomas Young who look at the crowd in astonishment.
Darko shakes his head, and signals for a mic.

PRINCE DARKO: Don’t cheer for me. Don’t cheer for him. Don’t cheer for us. We’re not here for your love. We’re here to win and walk out with the title.
So take all them kind words and kiss our asses.

With that statement, the boos reign down, and the trio make their esteemed entrance into the REBEL ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing their opponents: they are accompanied by Mister B! They weigh in at a combined four-hundred seventy two pounds… Thomas Young…
Prince Darko… THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: The Foundation are hungrier than ever. They have made it clear that these fans mean nothing to them, and don’t need cheers. This team has
came straight out of court, having legal issues as of late. They were number seven on the ENN top one hundred tag teams in two thousand six. They have
fought for NAPW gold and never captured it. Tonight they can finally get that monkey off their backs… if they can beat the Celt’s. It’s time for someone
to take this “Golden Opportunity” and go home champs.

Ding Ding!

Prince Darko wins rock, paper, and scissors this week, and will start the match off for The Foundation. Mister B is at ringside and isn’t a stranger to
getting involved. The Irish Adonis looks to be the man to start for the Assassins. Darko and O’Brady cirle the ring. O’ Brady with both a weight and height
advantage. O’Brady is calling for a test of strength, but Darko points to his head and says “No”. O’Brady charges at Darko and drives him into the neutral
corner. Darko is gasping for air, after the big man used his power like that. O’Brady then chops the chest of Darko, and goes “WOOO!” That gets him booed
worse than when they entered the arena.

Al Thoes asks for some action. O’ Brady takes Prince Darko and sends him into the corner of the Celts. O’ Brady follows him and nails a big clothesline.
Thoes enters the ring, and is deemed the legal man by referee Jimmy Johnson. Double Power Bomb by the Celt’s. The cover…

One…

Two…

Thomas Young with a kick to the head of Thoes. He looked like he was John Kasay of the Carolina Panthers with that kick. He drags Darko to his corner and
Young is declared legal. Young kicks the rising Thoes in the stomach and hooks the big man in a pump handle position. He tries to lift the near three hundred
pounder, but cannot. Wait! He realizes he can’t do it and changes it to an admominal stretch. He hooks on the big man, but only for a second. Thoes hip
tosses Young over, and then drops a quick elbow to the stomach of Young. He covers

One…

Two…

And the count stops with Young’s foot on the rope, and a shoulder up. Young is making sure he doesn’t get pinned. Thoes gets up and tags in O’ Brady. Young
gets up and is knocked down with a shoulder block by Bobby. Bobby goes for his Double Stomp, but Young moves. He is behind O’Brady, and rolls him up. He
has the tights.

One…

Two…

Thoes in for the save. Darko isn’t wasting anytime to get involved. He runs at the unsuspecting Thoes and RUNNING DDT ON THOES! Darko kicks Thoes out of
the ring. Young and Darko start clubbering O’Brady. Clubbering, defined by Virgil Runnels, is four fists on one body! Young picks up the two hundred seventy
five pound O’Brady, sets his upper body on the top rope. Darko hits the ropes and leapfrogs Young… it’s

PHASE 2! Young covers.

One…

Two…

Thoes in at the last second. Young gets up and clotheslines Thoes back over the top rope, to the outside. Darko is back in his corner asking to get in.
Young obliges and Darko is the legal man. O’ Brady is in a bad way. Darko sizes up the downed Celt and spring boards for his patented swanton bomb he calls
“Just Perfection.” O’Brady moves. CRASH AND BURN! Young is beside himself. Thoes is back in his corner. O’ Brady climbs close enough to Thoes and Thoes
is the legal man. Darko is up and is nailed. Young is in and gets scooped up for a POWERSLAM! Darko staggers up and POWER SUPLEX! Al Thoes is cleaning
house as The Foundation go to the outside for a time out of sorts. Everyone gets a chance to catch their breaths, as Mister B and the Foundation talk game
plan. The crowd is starting to get on the Celts side. They are cheering them loudly, until Thoes attempts to strut like Ric Flair.

And then the Boos reign in. Darko gets in the ring as Thoes tags in O’ Brady. Darko starts trash talking O’Brady. O’Brady starts trash talking back. Darko
has something pouring from his hand. Young enters the ring, O’ Brady turns his attention to him, and POWDER IN THE EYES. Darko goes for the STO, Young
with boot… it’s TOTAL CHAOS IN THE TAG TITLE MATCH!

Thoes comes in and is double drop kicked out the ring. O’Brady rolls out and is trying to clear his eyes. The Foundation is standing tall in the ring. They
flip off the crowd and get some loud boos. Darko starts jawing with a woman in the crowd. Young is back to his corner. O’Brady is in the ring and is PISSED!
Darko doesn’t know that though and he gets picked up for the Torture Rack. He is trying to snap Darko in half. Jimmy Johnson is asking him if he quits!
Thomas Young enters the ring, but so does Thoes. Young nails Thoes with a big boot. He didn’t get it all though. Thoes bounces off the ropes and rebounds
with a clothesline. Young is down. Thoes is holding his arm. Mister B is in the ring and the ref makes him leave. O’Brady drops Darko and goes after B.
Young is up but worse for wear. He busts O’Brady in the head with a double ax handle. Darko is in his corner and waits for Young to get in it. Young is
now legal.

O’Brady goes and tags in Thoes. Thoes and Young stare off. These teams are taking each other to the limit. Young and Thoes start trading punches. Thoes
gets the advantage, and knocks Young to the ground. He applies the POWER CHINLOCK!

He is getting asked if he quits and Young hangs on. Thoes cranks on it, and Young screams very loudly. Darko is nursing his back, but sees his partner on
the verge of tapping the hell out. Darko is in, hits the ropes and DOUBLE MULE KICK TO THE HEAD OF O’BRADY! Tajiri couldn’t of hit that move more precise.
Darko back to his corner. These guys are going to above and beyond their usual tolerance levels. Young with an arm over O’Brady.

One…

TWO…

Thr- Bobby shoots his shoulder up! This match continues. Young is tired.. and looking for the kill shot. He is hooking up the legs of O’Brady and it’s time
for the HOLLYWOOD DEATHLOCK! Darko goes to the outside and knocks Thoes off the apron. O’Brady is in the middle of ring with no where to go.

Jimmy Johnson is in the grill of Bobby asking him if he gives. O’Brady does a push up and crawls to the ropes a bit. Young wrenches on it harder.

O’BRADY: NNOOOOOOOOOO!

Another push up and crawl forward. He is still a few feet away from the ropes. But the ropes don’t really matter. Young doesn’t have to stop. Thoes and
Darko are throwing hands inside. Thoes gets away and is in the ring. SPEAR FROM THE SIDE BY THOES ON YOUNG!

O’Brady was almost in tapping formation. Thoes is letting the fists go on Young. Darko is in his corner. Thoes pulls O’Brady to his corner and is now the
legal man. Thoes goes after Young again, who nails him in the stomach with a boot. He goes off the ropes with and hits Thoes with a nice looking scissors
kick. The cover

One…

Not even a two count. Thoes isn’t going to go out like that. O’Brady is entering the ring. They are calling for the Celtic Crusher. Darko isn’t having any
part of that. He is in and clotheslines Bobby. He is down and rolls out the ring. Darko sizes him up and baseball slides into him knocking O’Brady into
the guard rail. The rail moved like five feet. Thoes and Young are trading punches. The crowd is going crazy for this action. Darko climbs out onto the
ring apron. He is looking at O’Brady. O’Brady is staggering with his back to Darko. Darko flips off the crowd. He jumps…

NO (BLEEP)ING WAY!

OVER AND OUT ONTO THE RAILING! HE NEARLY DECAPITATED O’BRADY. BOBBY MIGHT BE DEAD!

THAT JUST HAPPENED!!!

Darko is laying motionless on the floor. He landed in the middle of the crowd and the concrete floor was his cushion. Young just looked over to his partner.
Thoes grabs Young by the back of the head and yells

HAGGIS BUSTER… Hold the phone we got company, and he is still bleeding. He is partially bandaged up but Dio Muerte is ringside and just laid out Mister
B with a barbwire bat. Mister B is bleeding profusely. The heavily bandaged Dio is in the ring face to face with Young. Young backs up.. into AL THOES!
Dio swings like he is Barry Bonds and YOUNG DUCKS!

AL THOES TAKES A HEAD FULL OF BARBWIRE BAT! YOUNG WITH THE LOW BLOW ON DIO. YOUNG COVERS THE KNOCKED OUT THOES!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Ding Ding.

Dio Muerte has unintentionally helped the Foundation win the REBEL Tag belts. He isn’t done though. He grabs Young by the head and is cutting the hell out
of him with barbwire bat.

MY GOD THE CARNAGE! HIS FACE IS CUT UP LIKE BEEF! Dio leaves the ring extracting a little bit of revenge.

No matter what… the fact remains.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners and THE FIRST EVER REBEL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… THE FOUNDATION!

Darko is up and starts to celebrate. He doesn’t see Young in pool of his on blood in the middle of the ring. We’re going to have to clean this up, we have
bodies everywhere. Darko is holding the belts high… here comes security to pull Dio off of Young. Darko gloats as Dio is led away by the men, pulling
the messy Young up and giving him a title belt… what in the hell will happen next?

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

The crowd pops, it’s go time kids!

“Sowing Season (Yeah)” by Brand New hits the speakers and the outspoken MackaBEE steps through the curtain to a mixed reaction.

JENNY JERSEY: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 252 pounds…MackaBEE!!!

MackaBEE slides into the ring and a look of intensity is etched across his face. “Harvester of Sorrow” by Metallica smashes the speakers and the crowd starts
to boo in unison.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing his opponent, he weighs in at 287 pounds…”Big Bad” Brian Bruno!!!

Bruno glares at the fans as he makes his way down to ringside. A fan holds up a homemade sign that reads “Bruno Eats Kittens!” Bruno climbs into the ring
and starts the trash talk on MackaBEE who happily engages him.

“Even More Human Than Human” by The X-Ecutioners replaces the hard driving sound of Metallica and the crowd pops..

HUGE.

JENNY JERSEY: And introducing the third man involved in this match, he weighs in at 245 pounds…”The One Man Crimes Spree” Rex Caliber!!!

Caliber comes out from the back to a huge ovation and makes a beeline to the ring.

ROB MARTINEZ: She of course didn’t mention this during the ring intros, but this match will be contested under elimination rules. Meaning simply if you
pin or make your opponent submit then they go to the back until only man is left standing! That man will become the REBEL Heavyweight Champion!

With all three men in the ring, the referee holds up the newly made REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title above his head for all to see.

ROB MARTINEZ: That’s what it’s all about people, in a short while one of these three men will be wearing that very strap!

The referee hands the title off to Jenny Jersey and then calls for the bell! The three men stay in their respective corners eyeing each other as the crowd
start to stomp their feet with anticipation. Thirty seconds tick off and finally the trio of superstars each inch their way towards the center of the ring.
Triple collar and elbow tie up! All three men jockey for position and the advantage! Bruno rakes the eyes of Rex then lays in a back elbow to the head
of MackaBEE! A brutal chop across the chest of Rex elicits a “Wooooo!” chant from the crowd. Bruno grabs an arm of MackaBEE and shoots him into the ropes
only to find it reversed! MackaBEE hits Bruno with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that leaves Brian gritting his teeth in pain. Rex charges MackaBEE but runs
into an inverted atomic drop! A clothesline drops Caliber to the mat and MackaBEE is firmly in the drivers seat. Bruno uses the ropes to pull himself up
to a standing base but takes a dropkick that sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the floor below! MackaBEE is smirking down at Bruno when
Caliber sneaks up behind him and sends him sailing over the top rope to join Brian on the floor!

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex is standing tall now but will it be that way when the final bell rings?

On the outside Bruno and MackaBEE have started brawling and Rex gets an idea. Rex goes to the nearest turnbuckle, climbs to the top and launches himself
at the duo on the floor! Rex hits both men at full speed and the trio are laid out on the floor as the crowd gives Rex a happy “Holy Shit!” chant. The
trio are slow to get to their feet but Rex beats both Bruno and MackaBEE to get to a vertical base. Rex grabs Bruno and goes to whip him into the ringpost
but Brian hits the breaks and reverses it sending “the One Man Crime Spree” bouncing off the steel ringpost! Bruno turns around, takes a boot to the gut
and a suplex to the hard arena floor from MackaBEE! MackaBEE yells something to a ringside fan and he’s quickly handed a folding chair from the possibly
drunk fan. Rex is getting back to his feet when he takes a wicked chair shot across the back! The shot echoes through the Arena as Caliber drops to his
knees.

ROB MARTINEZ: Thanks to some help from the crowd MackaBEE has taken control!

MackaBEE turns and drives the chair into the gut of a rising Bruno before rolling the “Big Bad” one back into the ring. MackaBEE follows him and slams the
chair across the back of Brian Bruno before dropping it to the mat. MackaBEE squats down on his haunches and yells at Bruno to get to his feet. Bruno is
slow to do so but MackaBEE looks to be in no hurry. In a flash MackaBEE grabs Bruno from behind and goes for his “Holy MackaROLL” finisher! Bruno goes
up just as Rex Caliber reaches into the ring and pulls the legs out from under MackaBEE! Both Bruno and MackaBEE crash to the mat as “The One Man Crime
Spree” rolls inside the ring. Rex watches as MackaBEE struggles to get to his feet and then hits him with an exploder suplex! Bruno is also getting to
his feet and shoves Rex out of his way so that he can pull MackaBEE up to his feet. Animal’s Fury from Brian Bruno! Rex shoves Bruno away, pulls a battered
MackaBEE up and nails his “Planetary Collision!” The referee makes the easy three count as Bruno simply watches on.

ROB MARTINEZ: MackaBEE has just been eliminated! We’re down to Brian Bruno and Rex Caliber!

As MackaBEE rolls out of the ring, Rex Caliber is rolled up from behind by Bruno! Rex kicks out at two and the crowd lets out a collective sigh. Bruno stays
on Rex using punches and kicks to keep Caliber on the mat and off balanced. “Big Bad” Brian Bruno mounts Caliber and starts throwing stiff rights to the
head of Rex! Caliber rolls him over and now he’s the one who is throwing the heavy bombs. Bruno shoves him off and scramble sot get to his feet only to
take a running STO from “The One Man Crime Spree!” Bruno kicks out at two and rolls to the outside to get some distance between him and Caliber. Caliber
goes to the outside and takes a poke to the eyes that stops him cold. One Irish whip into the guardrails and Rex looks to be in serious trouble. Bruno
charges Rex but takes a back elbow to the head. Rex hooks his arms around Bruno and takes him up and over with a belly to belly release suplex that leaves
Brian laying in the front row!

ROB MARTINEZ: Luckily Bruno’s fall was cushioned by two fans. I smell a lawsuit.

Rex climbs over the guardrail and clubs Bruno with a big right hand. The fans part like the Red Sea as the two grapplers get into a slugfest. Rex starts
to get the better of the exchange when Bruno lashes out with a kick between the uprights that drops Caliber to the floor. With Caliber busy checking his
jewels, Bruno grabs a chair and tries his best to wrap it around the skull of his opponent! Bruno drops the dented chair and smirks at a now busted open
Rex Caliber. Bruno pulls Rex up and shoves him against the guardrail and starts to pepper him with hard right hands to the gash on the forehead as blood
pours from the wound. Bruno shoves some fans out of the way and charges at Rex only to take a backdrop over the guardrail and onto the floor! Rex pulls
himself over the railing as Bruno is using the ringpost to drag himself to his feet. Rex grabs a double handful of hair and slams Bruno’s head off the
ringpost.

ROB MARTINEZ: Bruno is busted open! Both of these men are wearing the ghastly crimson masks!

Bruno is rolled into the ring and Rex slides in behind him, his blood staining the canvas. Rex pulls Bruno to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. It’s
reversed and Bruno tags Rex with his wicked “Sack Exchange!” Both men are down and the crowd start stomping their feet and clapping. Bruno crawls over
and drapes an arm across the chest of Caliber, one, two Rex kicks out! The fans pop huge as their hometown boy is still in this battle. Bruno wipes some
blood out of his eyes and pulls Rex to his feet. A whip into the ropes and Bruno catches Rex with a bone jarring spinebuster! Another count of two and
three quarters! Bruno spots the chair left in the ring by MackaBEE earlier and crawls over to it. Bruno grabs the chair and uses it to help him stand up.
He turns around and takes a running shoulder tackle from a bloodied Rex that send both men crashing into the referee!

ROB MARTINEZ: The referee has bitten it!

The referee looks dead as a battered and bloodied Rex Caliber pulls Bruno to his feet. Bruno rakes the eyes of Rex and goes into his “Blind Rage!” Rex is
battered with stiff punches and kicks from the seemingly possessed Brian Bruno! Rex is shot into the ropes and gets nailed with a boot to the gut that
leads to a sit out powerbomb! Another referee shoots out from the back and slides into the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: It’s over! Brian Bruno is going to win the REBEL Title!

One…

Someone slips out from under the ring!

Two…

The referee is pulled out of the ring!

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell!? Is that….

Standing on the outside of the ring is….

Mr. Canada?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell is this? Rex Caliber is Mr. Canada! Or he was. Or…Hell, I don’t know.

Mr. Canada slides into the ring and catches a stunned looking Brian Bruno with a leg lariat! Bruno is pulled to his feet and gets hoisted up onto the top
turnbuckle. Rex Caliber is still down on the other side of the ring. “Total Annihilation!” from Mr. Canada! The masked man rolls out of the ring and hops
the guardrails vanishing into the shocked crowd!

ROB MARTINEZ: What’s going on?

The fans and the referee are shocked as well. What the Hell is going on? Rex Caliber starts to slowly move and he looks over to see a prone Brian Bruno.
Rex looks puzzled but drags himself over to Bruno and rolls him over onto his back. The referee does what he does best, one, two, THREE!!!

ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t know what the Hell just happened here but I do know one thing…Rex Caliber has just won the REBEL Heavyweight Championship!!

The referee hands the belt to a bloody Rex Caliber who holds it proudly over his head. The crowd goes nuts but there are some jeers mixed in as well.

JENNY JERSEY: Your winner…And new REBEL Heavyweight Champion…Rex Caliber!!!

The referee is explaining something to a bloody Rex and a look cialis online lloyds pharmacy of utter confusion crosses the face of the new champion.

ROB MARTINEZ: Well despite a controversial decision, we have a new champion in “The One Man Crime Spree” Rex Caliber. Jesus what a night for REBEL and what
a night for the fans who where here to see this amazing show!

Brian Bruno is back to his feet and looks at a bloodied Rex Caliber who is now strapping the REBEL Title around his waist. The look in Brunos eyes tell
the story. This isn’t over…Not by a longshot.

We end with the image of Rex Caliber hitting all four corners showing off the REBEL Title to the delight of the fans.

IN THE BEGINNING
04/03/2007
It’s 6:30 and The Raleigh County Armory Civic Center have opened their doors to allow the fans to come inside. Even though bell time is 30 minutes away
the fans are already talking about some of the stars and matches they’ll see tonight. It’s REBEL Pro Wrestlings coming out party and it promises to be
one to remember. As the clock inches slowly towards bell time both the lovely ring announcer and play by play man emerge from behind a worn curtain to
make small talk with the fans around ringside. The ring announcer, Jenny Jersey is a beauty with a easy smile. Dressed in tight jeans and a baby doll tee
that reads “REBEL” she has the eyes of all of the men on her. Her partner in crime, Rob Martinez is not only the best play by play man on the east coast
but something of a minor celebrity.

It’s five till seven and Martinez and Jersey take their places inside the squared circle. The two hundred fans are ready to see the first ever Mayhem.

It’s seven o’ clock……

Do you know where your kids are?

ROB MARTINEZ: Raleigh North Carolina, are you ready for some wrestling?

The fans give him a definitive “yes!”

ROB MARTINEZ: In that case, Welcome to…REBEL Pro Wrestling!!!!

“Killing In The Name Of…” by Rage Against The Machine blasts through the speakers and the first Mayhem has officially started! Rob takes his spot at ringside
at a small wooden table as Jenny Jersey waves to the crowd and grins from ear to ear. The two camera men with their handheld cameras try to catch everything.
JENNY JERSEY: Our first match of the evening is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in tonight at a combined 565
pounds, “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” Al Thoes and “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’ Brady….The Celtic Assassins!!

“The Devil In The Kitchen” by Ashley MacIssac plays and the Celts emerge from the back to a mixed reaction. Most people don’t know them but seeing how they
ignore the fans along ringside they get a smattering of boos. Some fans familiar with NAPW know this team well…And boo them also.

JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 465 pounds they are the team of Dr. Tittylover and Mike “Assman” Trey!!

As the Celts watch on from inside the ring, “Flashlight” by The Parliament bumps the speakers for all they can handle.

The odd yet perfectly paired duo of Dr. Tittylover and “Assman” make their way out from behind the curtain to a shockingly nice pop. How can you not love
an insane pimp and a man who has a fascination with asses?

ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome everyone to “…In The Beginning” the first ever REBEL Pro Wrestling show! I’m Rob Martinez and this opening tag match promises to
be…Interesting. The Celtics are former NAPW Tag Team Champions and their opponents, well I think one look at them tells volumes.

The good doctor and the lover of asses step into the ring and look over at the Celtic Assassins who simply look bewildered at their competition.

ROB MARTINEZ: A quick rundown of the rules here in REBEL, obviously there are no DQ’s or count outs, but in tag team you don’t necessarily need to tag in
and out to be the legal man. In fact as long as your in your own corner or within an arms length of your partner he can come into the ring legally and
replace you. Who needs tag ropes anyway?

Jenny leaves the ring to a few wolf whistles from the men (including Tittylover) and the referee for this match calls for the bell!

It looks like Mike “Assman” Trey and “The Irish Adonis” Bobby O’ Brady are starting it off for their respective teams as they lock up in the center of the
ring with a collar and elbow. Brady easily powers Trey into a neutral corner and clubs him across the chest with a powerful forearm smash! A Northern Ireland
uppercut snaps Treys head back and “The Assman” looks to be in trouble early! Brady whips Trey across the ring into the far corner and follows him in with
a running clothesline that leaves “The Assman” sagging against the ring ropes. Brady raises his arms as a sign of victory but gets nothing but boos. Brady
pulls Trey out of the corner and shoots him into the ropes only to drop him head early allowing “The Assman” to hit a million dollar kneelift! Brady staggers
back and Mike Trey hooks the Celtic and snaps him to the mat with a suplex. Trey gets to his feet and looks to go tag in Tittylover only to tag a clothesline
to the back of the head by Thoes! Brady rolls out of the ring as “The Scottish Wrecking Machine” lands several stiff kicks to the head and shoulder area
of Mike “Assman” Trey.

ROB MARTINEZ: The Celtics are in complete control of this match thus far! Mike Trey has had trouble even getting started during this encounter! Strangely
enough three of these four men are from overseas. Only Dr. Tittylover is an American, although it’s not sure what planet he’s from.

Thoes pulls Trey to his feet, shoots him into the ropes and nails a brutal powerslam. Amazingly Thoes kicks out at two! Thoes mounts Trey and lays into
him with vicious forearm shots to the face that make some fans wince. The referee simply watches on and so does Trey’s own partner, Dr. Tittylover. In
fact Dr. Tittylover seems to be chatting it up with some woman along ringside. Thoes drags Trey to his feet and shoves him into the Celtics corner. Brady
comes in they send Trey crashing to the mat with a double DDT! The fans start stomping their feet and chanting “Ass! Ass! Ass!” Only in REBEL. Brady whips
Trey into the ropes and sends him into the lights with a high backdrop. He goes in for the pin and again Trey manages to roll a shoulder at the count of
two! Brady, with a smug look on his face, pulls Trey to his feet but takes a rake to the face! A knee to the gut doubles over Brady and a swinging neckbreaker
puts down the Celtic Assassin! Trey rolls to his corner and yells for Dr. Tittylover to “get his ass in the ring” and the mad doctor happily complies!
ROB MARTINEZ: Tittylover is legal! Jesus did I actually say that? Anyway this could be the break that Mike Trey and Tittylover need!

Dr. Tittylover leaps over the top rope and does a little strut for the fans! Bootzilla to the face of Brady! Thoes rushes in and runs straight into an inverted
atomic drop! Dr. Tittylover quickly goes to his corner, scales his way to the top and takes to the air hitting a double flying pimp on the Celts! The fans
are going crazy as Tittylover gets to his feet and breaks out the robot dance! Thoes gets to his feet and takes a clothesline that sends him over the top
rope down to the floor. Brady is also back to his feet but gets scooped up and slammed back to the mat. Tittylover hits a pelvic thrust and then goes to
the ropes and drops the “Pimp Hand” (modified five knuckle shuffle) across the skull of Brady! A pin attempt gets Tittylover a count of two and the Mad
Doctor…Rolls out of the ring to catch a breather?

ROB MARTINEZ: What the? Tittylover had some serious momentum going but it seems he needs to catch his breath. Remember kids, drugs are bad for you no matter
what the rappers say!

Brady is back to his feet and spots Titty on the outside. However instead of going for the Doctor he grabs Try and hip tosses him from the ring apron into
the ring! On the outside Tittylover has found a fan. A large white woman. He chats her up as Trey is getting his ass (no pun) kicked! Inside the ring Brady
whips Trey into the ropes and drops him with a back elbow to the face! Brady actually tags in Thoes and the two men pull Trey to his feet only so that
they can execute a double suplex on the man. On the outside Dr. Tittylover has climbed over the guardrail and is leading his large sweaty fan out of the
arena!

ROB MARTINEZ: Dr. Tittylover is leaving this match! Not only has he left Mike Trey on his own but he’s leaving with a woman the size of a polar bear! REBEL
management won’t be happy with this little escapade!

Back inside the ring the Celtics are picking their shots on Trey. Thoes hits a powerful looking short arm clothesline that drops Trey like a sack of potatoes.
Thoes tags out and Brady drops to the mat so that he can drives several brutal looking knee strikes into the head of Mike Trey! The referee is yelling
at the Celts to finish the poor bastard off and they seem to agree. Thoes enters the ring and with his partner they hit the gruesome looking Celtic Crusher!
The move however gets an appreciative “Ohhhhhhh!” from the crowd. The slaps of the mat later and the Celtic Assassins have won the first match on the first
ever REBEL card!

JENNY JERSEY: Your winners by pinfall, The Celtic Assassins!!

The crowd actually give the Celts a nice ovation as they leave the ring victorious.

ROB MARTINEZ: With that win, the Celtics move into next week’s match to determine the new REBEL Tag Team Champions. You have to wonder though if the story
would have been the same if Dr. Tittylover hadn’t left his partner in favor of some ringside fan.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

“Stay in Shadow” by Finger Eleven filters into the auditorium. Cataclysm steps out from behind the curtain, shrouded in mystery. Flanked on his right side
by his manager Alexander Mortimer, he makes his way to the ring. He removes his robe, revealing his thick musculature.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first; from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, CAAAATACLYYYYSSSSSMMM!!!

“Harvester of Sorrow.” And the boos reign down. I guess word travels fast on the indie circuit. From the shadows steps the “new” Brian Bruno. Decked in
black. Ripped to shreds. With a kick ass new beard. He walks to the ring with a purpose, eyes wild. Intent to injure? You bet your ass.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois; he weighed in today at two hundred and eighty-seven pounds! BRIAAAAAAAAANN BRUUUUUUUUNNNNOOOOOOO!
ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome back folks, this next one should be a doozy. Here you have a big, nasty powerhouse in Brian Bruno against a quick, elusive striker
with legs strong enough to kick the ears off a mule. That’s just the contrast in styles that you get in REBEL that you can not find anywhere else, yes
sir it is ‘Grade-A’ wrestling at it’s finest! And this one is on! Bruno jumped the gun on Cataclysm and totally blindsided him with some heavy-handed rights!
Bruno pounds away on the “Blue Ruin” and backs him into the corner. Quick irish whip follows and Bruno follows in with a biiig splash in the opposite turnbuckle.
Someone in the front row wearing a Kryenik shirt stands up and shouts a few choice words at Bruno, and gets only a animalistic grunt in response. Bruno
goes for another irish whip, but it’s countered on him and catches a stiff kick right in the chest! THWAK! THWAK! Two more follow, and Cataclysm quickly
spins around and scores with a Back Kick – Bruno’s teetering! Front thrust kick backs him into the ropes, and he slips up and gets caught by the arms in
the ropes! Cataclysm measures him up fo a monster superkick – but he MISSES as Bruno slides out and grabs him from behind! Release German suplex throw,
Cataclysm’s head and neck bounce off the mat with a thud. Another primal scream from Bruno as he grabs the ropes and nearly yanks the top rope off the
turnbuckle!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s fired up, my goodness!

Bruno picks Cataclysm up and POUNDS HIS SKULL in with a haymaker. Several more punches back him into a corner, where Bruno proceeds to start choking the
life out of the martial arts master – big mistake. Cataclysm expertly escapes the brutish hold and delivers a knee to Bruno’s back before low-bridging
him and sending him out over the top rope! Nice pop from the fans, they just want to see someone kick Bruno’s ass! Cataclysm rolls out of the ring and
kicks a rising Bruno square in the chops! Spit flies from his mouth, along with possibly some teeth – but Bruno smiles at his opponent. “Gimme another!”
ROB MARTINEZ: Is this man insane?

The crowd’s cheering even louder now, begging Cataclysm to kick Bruno once more! Bruno’s yelling at the top of his lungs, “HIT ME! HIT ME YOU P***Y!” That’s
all Cataclysm needed to hear! THWAK!

ROB MARTINEZ: HOLY GUACOMOLE! Bruno’s jaw damn near just dropped in my lap!

But Bruno did NOT go down! He just laughs and beckons Cataclysm to hit him once more! This is sick – CATACLYSM WITH A BUZZSAW! Ducked by Bruno! Single leg
takedown, and Bruno’s all over him at ringside! Punches, elbows, forearms, everything he can throw at the man – Bruno’s trying to beat the life out of
him! It’s all Cataclysm can do to cover up! And then Mortimer makes the huge mistake of hitting Bruno from behind. He immediately stops his assault and
turns around face the manager. Mortimer tries to beg off, but it’s no use.

ROB MARTINEZ: Should’ve minded his own business…

GOOZLE! LARIAT! ANIMAL’S FURY! And Bruno turns right around into SUUUUPERRRRRRRRKICK! Lights out baby! Or perhaps not! Bruno gets up, this is pure insanity!
The crowd can’t believe it, Martinez can;t believe it; but most of all, Cataclysm can’t believe it for one second. Bruno looks into his eyes; Cataclysm
looks back. The ROAR of Bruno! Front kick from Cataclysm! That would crush a normal man’s chest! But Brian Bruno is no normal man. BELL CLAP from Bruno
– SITOUT POWER BOMB! OH MY GOD! Right on the concrete, Cataclysm was just flattened like a pancake. Bruno jumps to his feet and tries to rip the guardrail
to pieces.

ROB MARTINEZ: Did he forget he has a match? What’s on earth is he doing?

Bruno gives up on his destruction, and picks up Cataclysm who fires a desperate palm strike to the face, staggering Bruno and pinning him against the nearly-destroyed
railing – spin kick wipes Bruno out right over and into the crowd, to a huge reaction! Cataclysm now goes to the ring apron, what’s he doing here? Bruno
gets up and moves to climb back over – HOLY SHIT! Senton from the apron nearly crushes Bruno over the rail, and both men tumble over into the humanoids
writing in pain. Cataclysm slowly works his way to his feet – and Bruno gets up right behind him. Stiff front kicks pepper Bruno’s side and legs, but he
blocks one and hits a crushing haymaker that knocks Cataclysm over the first row of folding chairs. Bruno picks one up and tosses it over his head, yelling
like a madman, and then sends a few more crashing behind him as he thrashes about!

ROB MARTINEZ: He’s unpredicable out there, folks! You never know what he’ll do next!

Cataclysm has an idea – he fights off the Animal with a stiff chop, using those awesome reflexes to his advantage. But it’s Bruno who head butts him with
authority before picking up a chair – WHOA NELLIE! Van Daminator-like spin kick sends Bruno back over the rail and onto the concrete. Cataclysm quickly
follows over and slides back into the ring, noticing the folding chair thrown into it by Bruno. As Bruno gets up, he leaps off the chair with a flying
kick ala Liu Kang – Bruno’s LARIAT catches him square in the chest, almost crushing him!

ROB MARTINEZ: Big mistake there folks, Bruno with a devastating counter hook-armed lariat that could spell the end of this one.

Bruno stands behind Cataclysm as he struggles to get up….the Blue Ruin is on his feet…Bruno flies off the ropes SACK EXCHANGE! Cataclysm does a little
flip as the impact nearly knocks him the next town over! What awesome power! But it’s Cataclysm showing some great resilency as he gets up on spaghetti
legs. Bruno wants to finish this – but a desperation roundhouse kick finds the mark! Bruno wobbles back, and then…

ROB MARTINEZ: Uh-oh.

BLIND RAGE! Bruno flexes his massive physique and charges like a bull! All the kicks Cataclysm can throw have no effect, they just bounce hamrlessly off
of Bruno’s body. RIGHT HAND! LEFT! LEFT! FOREARM SHOT! ANOTHER! AND A BIIIIIG AXE HANDLE SMASH TO THE FOREHEAD! Cataclysm would have fallen to the mat
if he weren’t scooped up by Bruno – SPINEBUSTERRRRRRRRRRR THROUGH THE OPENED CHAIR! The crowd gasps, and Bruno leaps to his feet and begins to pound his
chest! The cover is academic, three slaps of the mat later and Bruno has his ticket punched to next week’s title match.

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, BRRIIIIAAAAAN BRRRRRRUUUUUUNNOOOOOO!

ROB MARTINEZ: What an impressive REBEL debut, for both men! That spinebuster would’ve made Arn Anderson himself shudder, it’s amazing how high up he can
lift his opponent and still hit with such a huge impact. Cataclysm fought valiantly, and impressed the hell outta me and these fans, but it’s the savage
Brian Bruno who takes the duke in his first match here in REBEL Pro Wrestling!

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“When the Lights Go Out” by The Black Keys begins to blare over the speaker system of the Raleigh County Armory Civic Center. From out behind the curtain
walks John Salty. The fans in North Carolina do not give him the regular booing that he receives in Canada, a pleasant surprise for wrestlingÕs smartest
man. John motions to the curtain; enter the “LDK” Lloyd Rees. Lloyd has the NAPW Provincial Championship around his waist and on either shoulder, the NAPW
Television Championship and the Republic of Newfoundland Championship. Glowing a golden glow, the duo makes their way to the REBEL Pro ring for the first
time. Lloyd slides into the ring and hits the corner while John Salty grabs the microphone from ring announcer Jenny Jersey and follows suit. As the music
comes to an end, John Salty begins.

J. SALTY: Ladies and gentlemen lucky enough t’be in da audience t’night do I have a treat fer ya, stand’n next t’me is a man d’hat, fer fourteen months,
has been tear’n da indie wrasslin’ scene a new arsehole. Some of ye more intelligent might have hear of him. HeÕs know da world over…

Salty lowers his voice and turns to Lloyd.

J. SALTY: Doesn’t mean d’ese idiots have any idea what I’m talk’n about…

Lloyd smiles that familiar evil smile.

J. SALTY: Dis man has been hand picked t’lead REBEL Pro in its quest t’become da top promotion in da east, he is a former NAPW Television Champion, a former
two-time NAPW Champion, a four-time and current NAPW Provincial Champion. A lot of people know him as “Da East Coast Sensation,” da TECHNICAL TERROR, but
ye can refer t’him as da “LDK.” Fans of REBEL Pro, put yer hands t’gether fer da one and da only…LLOYD REES!!

The crowd, unsure how to react, gives a mixed reaction. John Salty hands off the microphone to Rees who immediately blesses us with the sound of his voice.
“LDK” LLOYD REES: Now see’n as how I somehow got left off da card fer dis evening’s events, I figured I come out here and give da REBEL Pro faithful a little
taste of what is t’come here as dis new promotion gets off it’s feet and also t’make yer tickets worth da money ya paided fer d’hem. As I just mentioned,
I was mistakenly left off da card fer da inaugural REBEL show fer reasons unknown, but I can assure you all d’hat next week da “LDK” will be in action.
So, fer now ya can just sit back and enjoy me words of knowledge.

The crowd may not know about Rees but, he sure is making an impression.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: It has also been brought t’me attention d’hat, not only will da “LDK” be in action next week, but d’here will be a special presentation.
Ya see, da upper management of REBEL Pro understands how important Lloyd Rees is to its success and have, collectively, made a decision t’benefit everyone
involved. So next week, not only will ya see da “LDK” kick some Larry’s ass in his REBEL in-ring debut but, ya will get t’see da crown’n of da first REBEL
Pro Carolinas Champion!! D’hat’s right folks!! REBEL Pro is d’n da right ting and hand’n me da Carolinas Championship!! So, yer not only look’n at former
NAPW Television Champion, a former two-time NAPW Champion, a four-time and current NAPW Provincial Champion but, yer also get’n a sneak peak of YER first
REBEL Pro Carolinas Champion!!

Salty leans into the microphone.

J. SALTY: Isn’t d’hat excite’n folks?!

The crowd, unsure before of how they felt about the NAPW Provincial Champion, boos him in response to his obvious lie.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: WHAT?! How can ye fools boo me?! Don’t ye people understand what yer get’n in da “LDK”?! With me as yer Carolinas Champion, you’ll have
a champion d’hat ya can rely on, a champion d’hat will defend what it stands fer, and a Champion…D’hat has more gold d’han ya can shake a stick at!!
The crowd boos louder.

“LDK” LLOYD REES: Boo all ya want Larries!! D’here is nothing d’hat can be done!! What da “LDK” says is da gospel truth and we all know how much ye all
like gospel down here. Salty, I’ve had enough of dis stink!! Let’s get outta here!

Lloyd hands John Salty the microphone.

J. SALTY: REBEL, we’re in fer a ramp’n and a root’n good time!!

The Newfie duo makes their way up the ramp and behind the curtain to the familiar sound of booing.

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JENNY JERSEY: The following match is set for one fall to a finish… the referee in charge is Jimmy Johnson! The winner of this match will go on next week
and wrestle for the REBEL Tag Team Championship!

“The New Foundation” blares throughout the arena… and out comes Thomas Young, then Prince Darko, followed by Mr. B. The crowd boos them, with some cheers
mixed in. The Raleigh crowd is just totally hot for action, no matter who comes out. The trio immediately let the crowd know that they don’t like them.
The mixed in cheers turn to all boos.

JENNY JERSEY: Introducing the first team: they are accompanied by Mister B! They weigh in at a combined four-hundred seventy two pounds… Thomas Young…
Prince Darko… THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: These guys in NAPW… pushed the ENN Tag Team of the Year to the limit on several occasions. They never could get that big win though. They
have taken the opportunity to start up fresh in REBEL. Prince Darko is a one time NAPW Television Champion, and Thomas Young is a man with tons of potential…
he just needs to tap into it more. This is a very formidable tag team with a bright future.

Limp Bizkit hits the arena speakers, with “My Generation.” Lyndsey Valentine brings out Chad Kurtis and his brother Matthew. They get a nice ovation, maybe
it’s the hot girl… maybe it’s not. They make their way to the ring.

JENNY JERSEY: And the opponents: Accompanied by Lyndsey Valentine! They weigh in at a combined five-hundred forty five pounds. “The Show” Chad Kurtis…
“The Angry American” Matthew Kurtis… THEY ARE THE BLUE! GRASS! MAFIA!

ROB MARTINEZ: Chad Kurtis is a one time NAPW Television Champion as well. He was part of the match when Prince Darko won the title. His partner is the largest
man in the match, out weighing his opponents by seventy, and eighty eight pounds. These two men are going to bring some good competition to REBEL, but
they are not exclusive like the Foundation, so we could see them with both NAPW gold and REBEL gold at some point. The intangibles are the managers. You
never know when someone might get involved.

DING… DING!

The smaller Kurtis, Chad, will start first for his team. Prince and Thomas play rock, paper, scissors… and Prince wins with scissors over paper. Prince
Darko will start first for The Foundation. Prince and Chad circle each other. They lock up and Chad uses his height advantage to push the slightly smaller
Prince to the neutral corner. Chad releases the hold, instinctively… cause we don’t break holds here in REBEL! Chad lets Prince out of the corner only
to receive five across the eye. Prince then dropkicks the stunned Kurtis, and quickly applies the ZUMUNDA CHOKE! In comes Matthew Kurtis, to kick the hell
out of the head of the Prince. Here comes Thomas Young. He runs at Matthew and BAM!

A SUPER SCINTILLATING SPINNING SIDE SLAM BY MATTHEW KURTIS!

Thomas Young is out, but gets picked up. Prince Darko nails Matthew Kurtis from behind. Jimmy Johnson is losing control of this match, and everyone is loving
it. Matthew shakes it off and picks up Darko for a military press. He presses him up Once, Twice! THREE TIMES! He sees Mr. B and tosses Darko over the
top. Darko lands on Mr. B! Matthew follows him outside. Thomas Young gets up, as does Chad Kurtis. Thomas is verbally abusing Lyndsey, who hasn’t done
anything. Chad spots him and runs at him. Thomas moves last second, catches him from behind off the ropes with the YOUNG CUTTER! Matthew throws Darko into
the ring. He returns to his corner. Young gets to his corner as well. Darko isn’t moving at all. Neither is Chad. The two men are laying motionless in
the ring, and are the legal men. Lyndsey gets the crowd chanting:

SHOW! SHOW! SHOW!

He stirs a bit. Darko is moving a tad. Now in REBEL tags aren’t necessary, but the teams have to be in a certain distance from their corner. Darko is closer
to his, and Jimmy gives the OK for Young to get in if he wants. He does, and stops Chad from getting to his. He pulls him to the Foundation side. Mr. B
is dusting himself and seems a bit worse for wear. Chad gets placed into a modified single legged crab, shades of Lance Storm. Thomas Young wrenches hard
on it. Mr. B spots an incoming Matthew and runs to hook his foot. He trips the big man. Here comes Lyndsey and she is pissed! She low blows Mr. B from
behind, and that guy will be swinging single tonight! She hooks him for a Tornado DDT using the ring as a springboard! TORNADO DDT ON THE FLOOR! Mr. B
is out! But she looks to be hurt too. Matthew looks at her, and shes says “I’m FINE! KICK SOME ASS! Darko tells Thomas to switch out, and they tag. Thomas
comes back in quickly as Matthew storms in. He nails Thomas with a Bluegrass Mafia Kick! Darko gets grabbed up and planted with a spine buster, followed
up with a clothesline from Chad! Bluegrass Mafia have cleared the ring!

Darko looks at Young, who looks at him. Young gets in his corner. Matthew gets in his, only to switch out to become the legal man. Chad takes his spot,
for a much needed rest. Darko sizes up his bigger adversary, and quickly goes downstairs with a drop kick. Matthew drops to one knee. Darko with a double
mule kick to the head of Matthew Kurtis, and the Angry American is down. Darko looks relieved and tags in Thomas Young. He is calling for his finisher,
the Hollywood Death lock. The long legs of Matthew makes the task tough. He kicks Thomas off, and Young falls to the mat. Matthew gets up, and tags in
his brother. Chad and Thomas circle each other. They lock up and Chad sends Thomas to the ropes, and off the rebound a picture perfect FRANKENSTEINER BY
THE SHOW! The cover

One…

Two…

Darko breaks up the count. He returns to his corner. Thomas gets picked up and ONE GERMAN SUPLEX… TWO GERMAN SUPLEXES… CAN HE HIT A THIRD?! NO!

Darko comes in and breaks it up. He turns Chad around and nails him with THE EFFECT! He leaves the ring, as Thomas pins him.

One…

Two…

KICK OUT!

Thomas looks frustrated as Matthew is salivating to get in. Thomas tags in Darko and they set up Chad for the full nelson, big boot combo known as GAME
OVER! The boot hits, but it’s Chad kicking at the charging Darko. He drops down driving his head into the jaw of Thomas Young. Young rolls to the outside.
Chad goes to the corner, and he tags in Matthew Kurtis. Darko isn’t aware. Matthew Kurtis with a CLOTHESLINE FROM KENTUCKY! He covers Darko:

One..

Two…

Thre- No! A foot on the rope stops the count. Not many rules here, but you do have to pin them in the ring, and not in the ropes! Thomas is back in his
corner. Matthew picks up Darko and it’s time for the Bluegrass Bomb. Darko is up for the ride… but slips out! He clips the knee of Matthew from behind.
He tags in Thomas Young!

The two try and set up Matthew for the Good Night finisher. Chad stops it and begins wailing on Darko. Matthew throws Thomas into the ropes and follows
with a boot. Thomas goes over. Matthew goes after him. Chad and Darko are going shot for shot in the ring. Chad gets the advantage and backs up, sets up,
A STUNNING SUPER KICK FLOORS DARKO! Darko is bleeding from the mouth. Jimmy Johnson looks around waiting to do his duty. Matthew gets nailed with a cheap
shot to the nads. Thomas then crawls back in. Matthew is trying to shake it, but no matter how big you are that’s going to hurt awhile. Chad is getting
Darko up. Matthew is in the ring, getting met with several punches from Young. Darko shoves Chad down. He covertly tells Young to do something. Young shoots
at Matthew’s legs. Matthew bends over a bit. Darko does A MODIFIED OVER AND OUT ON THE HUGE MATTHEW KURTIS. THAT JUST HAPPENED! Thomas

Young looks on in
amazement. Darko celebrates and turns into a kick to the stomach… it’s THE CK FINALE! Thomas crawls on top of Matthew. Chad covers Darko.

One…

Two…

THREE!

The crowd is going crazy! WHAT A MATCH! Chad Kurtis is celebrating with Lyndsey who has made it to her feet. Mr. B is getting in the ring with a smile on
his face. He helps up Darko who is out cold.

JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match by pinfall…

THE FOUNDATION!

ROB MARTINEZ: Well, “The Show” isn’t happy about that one… quite a controversial finish here, but Thomas Young and Matthew Kurtis were the legal men.
Chad Kurtis went with his instinct, cause after he hits the CK Finale… he pins them for the win. An awesome match from both teams, but tonight The Foundation
are the winners.

Mr. B goes over to Thomas, who was on top of his game, and knew that Darko getting pinned didn’t matter. They did there best, but tonight Thomas Young and
Prince Darko are the winners. The crowd aren’t too thrilled with the decision, they were hot for Bluegrass Mafia and Lyndsey Valentine. Mr. B (holding
his groin still), the bloody Darko and Thomas Young head up the aisle in victory as The Foundation stand in the ring.

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“Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!
Oh won’t you please take me home!”

The distinctive, there-can-only-be-one caterwauling of AXL F’N ROSE blasts out through the hall, and the few hundred fans start flicking their bics. Stepping
through the curtain looking like he just walked off the street is Warren!

JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from outside of your local Circle “K”… weighing 187 pounds, he is Warren!

Warren goes around ringside, singing along to his own theme music. He gets in the ring right when Slash cuts the wicked solo and starts air-guitaring like
a maniac. The crowd gets into it… but the fun doesn’t last forever. Nine Inch Nails. “The Wretched.” Things get ominous.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent accompanied to the ring by his handlers Ringmaster Iago and Miranda, weighing in at 350 lbs, he is Caliban!

First comes Iago, the sinister circus barker himself. Then comes out Miranda, wielding a bull-whip. A few catcalls are heard, to which she angrily cracks
her whip. Call me Ms Jackson, nasty. And then… the hulking beast of Caliban steps through the curtain. Miranda makes him stare here in the eyes, seemingly
able to communicate with the man-beast in a way nobody else can. Iago cackles madly and instructs her to bring Caliban. She leads the monster to the ring.
Caliban shakes his many gnatty dreadlocks, eyeing the crowd through the eyeholes of his skull mask. The crowd isn’t entirely sure how to react, they are
certainly in awe of this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: And we have a classic David vs Goliath match-up here, this young kid Warren giving up over one-hundred and fifty pounds to Caliban, a man
so out-of-control since he was last seen on the wrestling circuits that he now has two handlers. But there’s the bell, and this contest is underway, let’s
see what young Warren can do to this behemoth.

The referee for the match is Jimmy Johnson, and he wants a clean match-up. As clean as it gets here in REBEL Pro Wrestling, there are no disqualifications
and no count-outs, this match goes until there is a winner! Warren doesn’t seem sure how to start with Caliban, who is standing and waiting, like a snapping
turtle waiting for a fish to swim by for devouring. Warren looks out at the crowd, then runs at Caliban, throwing everything he’s got at the big man! Right
hands, a few lefts, Warren wearing himself out on Caliban…

Oh my goodness, Caliban’s barely fazed. He yells in the face of Warren with an almighty roar a split-second before tearing this young man’s head off with
a lariat! Oh my God, Warren goes down in a heap. He somehow gets to his feet, and then the monster raises him over his head for a gorilla press drop! He’s
holding up there, Warren shaking his head no — OH MY GOODNESS! WARREN THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND INTO THE CROWD! UNBELIEVABLE! THIS IS JUST LIKE AT
NAPW SOLE SURVIVOR II, and Warren … was caught by the crowd! And what’s this? Somebody in the back once again fired up “Paradise City,” Warren is being
crowd-surfed around the ring!

Ringmaster Iago doesn’t like that, I don’t think, he’s yelling for the referee to do something, but there are no count-outs. Iago snarls and smacks his
cane on the ring apron, yelling for Caliban to go. The big man comes outside of the ring and fans scatter as he climbs over the guard rail. They don’t
want to get in the way of the man. Warren is high-fiving some of the REBEL Pro fans. He turns around with a big grin on his face, shouting out the lyrics
to the song — and the smile melts off his face as he sees Caliban bearing down on him. Warren picks up a steel chair and swings, but too late as Caliban
literally punches the steel chair back at Warren! The kid staggers to his feet, and before he knows it Caliban picks him up and suplexes him back onto
the concrete! Warren is in pain, but he doesn’t get a break as Iago and Miranda instruct Caliban to do some more damage. Caliban roughly hauls Warren up
by the collar and literally drags Warren across the ground back to the guardrail. It is there that Caliban picks up his man, once again into a Gorilla
Press — only this time Caliban throws Warren back INTO the ring through the ropes! The strength of this monster, it must be as uncharted as his home
in the Amazon Basin.

Things are not looking too good for young Warren as Caliban receives some sinister encouragement from Iago on the outside before stepping back in. Warren
is trying to get to his feet, but before he gets anywhere, Caliban hoists him up for a DREADLOCK DROP. Oh my Goodness, the crowd wincing in sympathy there
as Warren nearly breaks in half. Caliban makes the first cover of the match, this is over, one, two, Three—- Wait a minute! Iago yelling for Caliban
to pull his man up? Caliban pulls Warren up before the three, and Iago is standing on the ring apron yelling for for Caliban to “DO YOUR WORST, CALIBAN!
SHOW HIM THE HEART OF DARKNESSSS!” Warren is out on his feet, what more can be done? Oh no! Caliban grabs him by the back of the head as Miranda and Iago
have… pulled a table out from under the ring and set it up outside! Oh no! Caliban lifts Warren up high THE HEART OF DARKNESS! Crash! The table explodes
into splinters as Warren is forcefully driven through it from almost twelve feet in the air, the crowd is chanting “HOLY SHIT” as they rightly should.
REBEL Pro is not falls count anywhere, however, so this match is not yet over. Any other fed would call the disqualification, but not REBEL PRO

WRESTLING!
Miranda and Iago bundle a decimated, bruised up Warren back into the ring. The crowd almost wants Warren to mount a comeback, but it’s not to be. Caliban
once again grabs the back of the head and it’s The Heart Of Darkness number two. Caliban leans down like a snake on his belly and pins Warren for the academic
three. Warren doesn’t even twitch.

JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match, CALIBANNN!

ROB MARTINEZ: That wasn’t a match, that was a massacre. This kid Warren was in way over his head. You almost wonder if the six-men wrestling for a REBEL
Heavyweight title shot tonight should be thanking their lucky stars that this monster Caliban is not immediately in line for a Heavyweight title shot,
but if this kind of domination can be expected… well, what do you do against a monster like Caliban?

Miranda, again staring deep into Caliban’s eyes, seems to have soothed the savage beast, leading him to the back. Iago bends over Warren, waving the top
of the cane in Warren’s face. The referee yells Iago to get out of the ring and he starts checking on Warren. The crowd is pretty buzzed by the action
they just saw, some chanting “CAL-I-BAN.” Warren is helped up by the referee at last, one arm slung around the man’s shoulders to support him to the back.
ROB MARTINEZ: These REBEL fans giving Warren a round of applause for simply surviving that massacre. The kid’s got guts, but your winner tonight in definitive
fashion is Caliban!

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JENNY JERSEY: The next match is scheduled for one fall and it…

Sowing Season (Yeah) by Brand New hits the speakers and the braggart known as MackaBEE strides out from the back. He makes his way around ringside glaring
at the fans…Who mostly flip him off and call him unflattering names. He climbs into the ring and snatches the microphone away from a terrified looking
Jenny Jersey.

MackaBEE: Shut up! I’m sick of all you redneck trash trying to insult me with your limited intelligence. You should bow down to someone of my stature! You
damn cousin kissers!

This statement (however true it might be) doesn’t endear him to the already hostile crowd.

MackaBEE: Mr. Commentator, get your ass in here and do what you gotta do!

Rob Martinez slowly gets up from his seat and rolls into the ring. He eyes MackaBEE wearily as he holds out the microphone.

MackaBEE: Take it already! Don’t be afraid, it ain’t a girl you pansy!

Rob Martinez takes the microphone and watches as MackaBEE simply walks to the near corner and leans against the ropes.

ROB MARTINEZ: Unfortunately due to travel problems…”Sick” Bill Kryenik will not be able to make his REBEL debut tonight.

The fans give him a resounding chorus of boos.

ROB MARTINEZ: As a result…MackaBEE is awarded this match via forfeit and will go onto the triple threat match next week to determine the first REBEL Heavyweight
Champion!

The heat continues as the fans really hate hearing this bit of info. Rob starts to say something but MackaBEE comes out of the corner and snatches back
the microphone.

MackaBEEL: Travel problems my ass! He was scared! Yeah you cow tippers heard me right, “Sick” Billy was scared to face me! And why shouldn’t he be? If he
had shown up here I would have beaten him into humiliation! If you ask me, I knew he would pull a no show. Why? Because he works for NAPW that’s why! Everyone
up there are cowards! They would shit themselves if someone like me was on the NAPW roster!

Wait for it…

MackaBEE: NAPW is full of pussies!!

The fans looks ready to storm the ring. The pitiful security around ringside look worried.

MackaBEE: That’s right! You heard me, I said NAPW is full of….

The lights go black.

MackaBEE: Hey! What the Hell is this?

A few flashbulbs pop and the crowd murmurs.

MackaBEE: Turn on the lights! I demand you…

The lights return…

Standing in the ring behind MackaBEE is….

RAVAGER!!!!

The fans explode, they’ve seen the NAPW DVDS. They know that a bad mother F*cker is standing behind the blowhard MackaBEE.

MackaBEE: What? What are you….

He turns around and his eyes almost bulge as he spots Ravager, the NAPW CHAMPION. MackaBEE actually holds out his hands as if to say “I wasn’t talking about
you.” Ravager smirks…And nails MackaBEE with a big right hand! Another sends him reeling towards the ropes. One clothesline later and Ravager has sent
MackaBEE out of the ring and down to the floor! Ravager asks for and gets the microphone.

RAVAGER: Get your ass back in here and I’ll show you what kind of people wrestle for NAPW!

MackaBEE starts to go to the ring, then walks away smiling and pointing to his head. “No thanks” he says to the ringside fans.

As he starts to head to the back we hear….

“We Fall”

“We Fall”

Blast out of the speakers! “Superstar” Tommy Deathrow emerges not from the back but through the crowd and slides into the ring! He locks eyes with Ravager
and gives him a grin. Tommy holds out his hand and Ravager hands over the microphone.

TOMMY: Wait a f*ckin’ second! If ANYONE is getting into a fight it’s me! I wasn’t even booked tonight! So Ravager or Huckleberry…

MackaBEE screams his name at a possibly drunk Deathrow.

TOMMY: Let’s not talk about it…Let’s just DO IT!!

In a flash Tommy drops the microphone and tears into Ravager! The two men are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring whipping the crowd into a frenzy
as MackaBEE watches on in amuesment!

A figure comes up from behind MackaBEE and shoves him…”LDK” Lloyd Rees is back!! MackaBEE shoves back and we have another brawl on the outside! Security
and members of the North Carolina police department rush in and try their best to break up the four way battle!

ROB MARTINEZ: If you can hear me, all Hell has broken loose! If this doesn’t show you what can happen in REBEL…NOTHING CAN!!

The fights are broken up and the police and security usher the four to the back as the fans cheer their lungs out.

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The crowd is buzzing as Jenny Jersey takes center ring.

JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner going on to the three way Championship title match next week!
“I’m The Man Baby”

And the crowd is not at all pleased to see this man.

ROB MARTINEZ: North Carolina is being less than welcoming to the former five time NAPW tag team champion.

JENNY JERSEY: Making his way to the ring area, weighing in at two hundred and fifty seven pounds, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts!

Kyle ignores the boos of the fans as he takes the corner turnbuckle (though he does stop to give Jenny a nice leer. Pig…) Kyle taunts the crowd, but is
soon to be drowned out…

“More Human Than Human”

The roof? She is blown off by the fan response as Rex Caliber makes his entrance.

JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, North Carolina…

Rex is more than eager to make his in ring return, as he rushes Kyle and takes him down with a spear! Referee Dale McDonald calls for the bell as Rex lays
in with some punches. Kyle blocks a few shots, then rolls Rex onto his back, and goes for a headlock. The fans boo this, but Kyle just smirks and yells:
“This is what wrestling looks like, ya hicks!”

Rex shows some wrestling knowledge of his own, as he rolls Kyle into a pinning position! One…

Kyle kicks out, and then gets a double leg take down on Rex.

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle trying to keep this match on the mat, and hopefully weaken Rex enough for the Beartamer.

Kyle tries to get a Boston crab, but Caliber pushes off. Roberts hits the ropes, and bounces back to receive an STO! Roberts hits the mat hard, and Rex
covers again! One… two.. Roberts kicks out again! And Rex has a smile on his face as he goes outside the ring looking for… a little plunder?

ROB MARTINEZ: And Rex Caliber is now going to take advantage of the, shall we say, relaxed rules of REBEL Pro?

Rex grabs a chair and slides back into the ring, and measures up a rising Roberts. Kyle turns as Rex swings and … Kyle ducks, slips behind Rex, and hits
him with a side Russian leg sweep. Roberts lets Rex and the fans know that he’s “Smarter than them”, then goes to get the chair. He picks it up, and it’s
his turn to measure Rex. Rex gets to his feet… Kyle rears back and…

drops the chair, boots Rex in the gut, and lifts him up for a Moose Jaw Driver! He covers! One… Two… Rex kicks out! Kyle is a bit perturbed, but realizes
what it’ll take to beat Rex. He picks Rex up, and slams him to the mat. Roberts to the ropes, and he NAILS the Lionsault! Another cover! One… Two…
Rex gets the shoulder up. … Okay, this time Roberts stops to yell at the ref. McDonald stands his ground, reminding Kyle that he counted to two. Roberts
sees fit to let the ref know that he’s an idiot, a redneck, a hick, and some other words that aren’t fit for family broadcast. Rex has taken the moment
to retrieve the chair that got dropped, and smack Kyle in the back with it! The fans pop huge, and Rex sets the chair up, and suplexes Kyle onto it! Rex
with the cover! One… two… Kyle Roberts barely kicks out. Rex raises an eyebrow, thinking that should have done it. But doesn’t argue. He sets the chair
up in the corner, drags Roberts to his feet and whips him… Roberts reverses the whip! Rex manages to stop before he connects, but turns around to get
a back breaker from Kyle! Kyle grabs the chair and tosses it out of the ring, then goes for a cover! One… two… Rex gets a shoulder up! Kyle goes to
the second rope, and as soon as Rex gets to his feet, HITS THE POLARIZER! Rex is down, and Kyle goes for the Beartamer!

ROB MARTINEZ: Stylin’ Kyle has put away many an opponent with this! Will it earn him a shot at the REBEL Pro title next week?

Rex is fighting the hold with all he has, and Kyle is fighting with all he has to lock the hold in. The fans cheer on the hometown hero, but Roberts finally
succeeds in getting the Beartamer locked in! Rex yells in pain! Kyle yells for him to tap! The fans yell for Rex not to tap! And referee McDonald is right
there to check for the submission. Rex makes the slow crawl to the ropes. He’s almost there… Rex reaches out… he’s mere inches away from the bottom
rope…

And he grabs it! McDonald calls for the break, but Kyle shakes his head no, reminding the ref about “No DQ”.

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts trying to use the rules to his advantage here. Even if he does have to break the hold, the damage has been done!

Rex is pulling himself under the bottom rope, and Kyle is trying to pull him back. Rex is now half out of the ring, and Kyle is forced to let go. He tries
to pull Rex back in, but gets a boot to the jaw! Rex falls to the floor, Kyle is knocked on his ass, and the fans are on their feet! Rex is looking for
something under the ring, as Kyle goes over to drag him out… He has a hold of his leg, he’s pulling him out…

and Kyle gets hit with a blast from a fire extinguisher! Kyle waves his hands to clear spray out of his vision, only to see an angry Rex Caliber rush forward
with a clothesline! Kyle knocked to the floor, and the fans go wild! Rex drags Roberts back up, and whips him into the ring post! Kyle staggers back, and
is tossed back into the ring by Rex! Kyle tries to beg off, but gets a boot to the mouth! Rex drags Kyle to his feet, goes behind and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
Kyle crumples up, and Rex goes for the cover! One… two…

And Roberts kicks out again! Rex is flustered now. He knees Roberts in the side of the head

THEN SLAPS ON THE RINGS OF REX!

ROB MARTINEZ: This is the move that won him his first NAPW title!

Kyle yells in pain, and Rex strains to get all the pressure possible on the hold! McDonald checks for the submission, and a “Please Tap” Chant has started
in the crowd. Kyle is close enough to the ropes to reach out though, and he gets a hold of them. But Rex refuses to let go, and the fans cheer, remembering
Roberts tactic from earlier. Roberts manages to get an arm free, and hip tosses Rex to the mat. Rex is quick to get back up, but Roberts drives a knee
into his temple, knocking him back down. Roberts looks like he’s ready to end this, and he goes to grab a chair from ringside. He turns to the crowd and
yells “You wanted this, you got it. Too bad you’re not going to like it.”

He sets the chair up center ring, and now he hauls Rex up and sets up for…

ROB MARTINEZ: Roberts is going to give Rex an Emerald Fusion on the chair! Never mind the match, if he hits this, Caliber’s CAREER will be over!

The fans scream in anticipation of the move. Roberts seems to be struggling a bit, as Rex is fighting the hold. Roberts wants to hit this move though…
but Rex has managed to get free! Roberts tries to get the hold reapplied…

Rex hits a drop toe hold! Roberts slams face first into the chair! And now Caliber drags Roberts to the ropes.. he’s only got one chance to get this right..
TOTAL ANNIHILATION!!

Rex hooks the leg as he covers, and McDonald is there to count the pin!

One

Two

THREEEE!!!

JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner! Reeeeeex Caliberrrrrrrr!

The fans explode for this news, and Rex raises his arm to salute the crowd. Roberts rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. He does not look happy, to
say the least…

ROB MARTINEZ: Rex Caliber gets the win, and now he will fight for the Rebel Pro title next week! But something tells me we haven’t seen the last of Stylin’
Kyle…

Indeed not. But the last image we see on the first Rebel show is Rex Caliber among the fans, as thye celebrate his win, and his homecoming…